Message-ID: <20770eli$9903250430@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Dick Goesinya" Subject: Complete SueNH Story Archive Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990325035020.22556.qmail@hotmail.com> Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com Here is the complete collection of the SueNH stories. Also included are all of the With Sue stories that the series inspired. Thanks are due to all of the authors who spent their time and energy to provide us with these great stories. Sue's Overture - Introduction to my stories 1 You Big, Me Doll 2 On The Dock 3 Warm Caribbean Night 4 Ironing in the Kinks 5 Louvre Love 6 To Serve and Protect 7 Guess Who's Coming At Dinner 8 Life's a Beach 9 Slippery When Wet 10 And Not A Drop To Drink 11 Film At Eleven 12 The Cocktail Table 13 Liar, Liar, Pants On Fire 14 Craftsmanship 15 Catty Corner 16 Here Cums Santa Claus 17 Gee Spot Run 18 Fun With Dick And Jane 19 Good Grief 20 Kachina 21 AdventureLand 22 Lucy In The Sky 23 Red Hot Libre Island Waiting For Late Night (sequel to Sue's Film at Eleven) With Sue: Lab Partners Across The Catty Corner Boogie Woogie Diesel Train Into The Woods With Sue: A Weekend on the Island Thanksgiving Sue's Overture - Introduction to my stories At the same time that I am posting any story (or series of stories), I am going to try to post this introduction to myself, mainly to answer some of the many questions, etc., that have been mailed to me in the past. I apologize to any of you that have written notes to me and haven't gotten replies. There just isn't enough time in any of my days. First, here is a description of myself: I'm very blond, 5' 9," about 120 pounds, pretty slim. My hair is very straight and hangs down past to just above my breasts. My tits are not really large (maybe half-cantaloupe size) and stand up fairly well. My nipples are a dull pink usually, and when I get aroused, they become really long and hard with a sort of squared-off end. And when aroused, just behind my nipples is a sort of secondary breast, a small mound upon which the nipple projects. My navel is an "inny," and my tummy is flat and hard. Continuing down, my pubic hair is very blond and sparse, but the hairs are quite long. The hair goes down around my cunt lips and peters out near my asshole, which is virgin (too small and tight) but very pleasantly sensitive, as you can tell from my stories. My outer cunt lips are thin and long, and can be pulled away from my cunt maybe one and a half inches. When I am really, really excited, those lips get swollen up thick and turn from a dull pink to almost crimson-purple. My inner lips do not protrude much and are softly jagged (an oxymoron?) in contour. When my legs are together, you can only see a dark vertical shadow of my cunt. My clitoris isn't really very apparent to the eye, unless of course I have been stimulated. But it can be readily discovered by touch, and it almost feels like a soft marble under the skin. Only when I'm really aroused does it start to be more like a tiny cock, maybe an inch long. My vagina is pretty tight all the time, and It is plenty deep. My G spot is especially important to me. It is maybe an inch or so up into the canal on the front side. Kind of right behind my clitoris. I love to be stimulated there with either a finger or by a carefully placed cock (when available). My ass cheeks are pretty tight and not very big, and my legs are fairly long. Overall, I'm attractive, slim and fairly strong, especially in my arms. I never wear a bra-it's not necessary because of my size and firmness-and I especially love satin and silk panties. And I love to be massaged, especially my ass cheeks and my feet. It's such a sensuous feeling. Is that enough for you to embellish your fantasies about me? If you have any specific questions about my appearance and proclivities, let me know. I'll try to include more details in future postings. Many men have tried to proposition me over the Email. This is a total waste of you efforts, since I am interested in erotic fantasies ONLY as fantasies. I have no inclination to mix up these fantasies with my real life. Writing and sharing my fantasies in this forum is a totally safe way of exploring this part of my psyche. Living out these fantasies doesn't feel safe to me in any way. So forget it. I'm not interested in meeting you, nor do I want to talk to you for phone sex. On the other hand, I am interested in receiving other kinds of Email from my fans. Comments about my stories, and suggestions for new stories are welcome. And it is a turn on for me to know exactly and precisely how you reacted to my stories, so descriptions of what you did and where you did it are great. Just like I like graphic, anonymous story writing and reading, I get off on graphic, anonymous realities. If you masturbated while reading my stories, or if you and your significant other had wild and passionate lovemaking after sharing a story, then that is my gift to you. In return, I think that I deserve to hear about it. And I mean ALL about it. Don't your agree? I do read all the Email that comes my way. But I'm sorry to say that I don't answer very many at all... there is simply not enough time to do this, and to write new stories, and to enjoy my "real life," which is also very full and enjoyable. I really enjoy stories written about me... Especially stories that follow up on stories that I have written. It gets me completely hot and bothered, and I usually find myself reading these stories in the Jacuzzi with a hot jet of water pulsating over my cunt. So, please consider writing fantasies like that... and please consider posting them to alt.sex.stories. It took me a while to get over being shy about posting my fantasies, but now that I'm doing it, it's kind of exciting. If you do post stories that are sequels to mine, I would love it if you would make them recognizable as been associated with my stories. Please use a title such as "With Sue: Life's a Beach (sequel)". Or something like that, so that I (and other readers) can latch on to this connection. I hope that we are then contributing to a genre of erotic stories that are vividly erotic and graphic, yet humane and do not involve non-consentual or painful types of sex. To each his or her own; I truly believe in that principle. But this is what I prefer to read. And judging from my Email, many others are looking for stories of this type. And if you write something about your fantasies about your and me together, you may have reasons for not posting them yourself to alt.sex.stories. If that is the case, I may be willing to post your story for you, stripped of all references to your name or your email address. Please let me know if you'd like me to post your story for you. Don't be shy. Everyone seems to think their writing stinks, but I have found most of what people have written to me to be quite good. On another subject, someone wrote me recently to complain that my use of the present tense in my stories way annoying to him. So here is an explanation. I employ the present tense because of the method that I use to write erotic stories. I do not start with any plan or outline. Instead, I simply sit down at the keyboard and close my eyes, letting an erotic image form in my mind. Then I let that image expand into a "situation," and then I start typing like crazy, sometimes going for 4 - 6 hours at a time. ("Slippery When Wet" took almost 8 hours, with only one bathroom break). Of course, I go back afterwards to check for typos (many, many) and to check for continuity and logic. It's amazing how little problem there is with that, since I am typing as I day-dream, and the stream of consciousness comes out in a form that makes basic sense. Sometimes I have to add a little at the beginning to provide more of a smooth, sensible introduction. Anyway, this way of writing lends itself to maintaining the present tense. My fantasy is unfolding in the same moment that I am recording it. I'm sorry if that throws you off the "scent." I have read stories by others that are written in the present tense, and it actually turned me on more than past tense stories. Something about being in the moment, sharing the moment..... I dunno. Actually, two of my stories are written in the past tense: "Life's a Beach" and "Alice and Joe and You and Me." I am often asked to repost one or all of my stories. It is amazing how often people have their transmissions cut off in mid-story, or only get one part of a multiparter. I wish that I had the time to simply mail you the parts of things that you missed out on, but this is impractical. Every couple of months or so, I'll try to repost all of my stories at once, so that will be your chance to catch up on what you think you missed. That is the best that I can offer. And finally, to answer the most frequently asked question: YES, I REALLY AM A WOMAN. How come so many have trouble believing it? It seems to me, as I read many of the stories in alt.sex.stories, that I can usually tell easily whether the writer is a male or female, no matter what gender they claim to be. In any case, what does it really matter. I guess I don't care if you believe it, since this is all meant to stimulate our lustful fantasies. Hopefully you now know more about me and my story writing. Maybe you know more that you ever wanted to know!! In any case, enjoy the stories, and feel free to share them with others. Write me a note, or better yet, a sequel. Sue 1 You Big, Me Doll I'm deep into my sleep, and a dream comes bubbling to the surface of my unconsciousness. In this incredible fantasy world, I have become a doll-size woman, maybe 8 inches tall. Strangely, this all seems totally normal to me, like I've always been this size! I am naked and playing in the bottom of my big bathtub with just 3 inches of warm water in the bottom. It is like being in the bottom of a huge basin of Lake Powell, with the smooth sandstone cliffs rising above me and the warm waters lapping around my suntanned legs. I lean back my head as if the ceiling light was the desert sun, and suddenly a cloud blocks out the light. I open my eyes and look up to see a huge foot lowering from above, and I dive into the water and swim to the opposite end of the tub. >From this vantage point, I can see more clearly what is happening. That foot is attached to a massive, muscular leg, and following it up, I can see the rest of a giant's body- your body. Everything is so gigantic from my doll perspective, not the least of which is your cock, which dangles down toward the water and sways back and forth as you bring your other foot over the edge of the tub and into the water. This generates a wave that almost knocks me off my feet, and I shout up to you to be more careful. You let out a loving laugh, and then move ever so slowly to lower your body down into the water, with your feet on either side of me. This raises the level of the water, so that I swim around and do some dolphin dives, coming up near one of your ankles and climbing aboard. With my feet planted in the crook of your ankle, I lean back against the flat top of your foot, and reach over my head to grab hold of your middle toe. My nude body is stretched out long over your foot in a most provocative "centerfold" kind of pose that I know you like. Your smile becomes broader, and I can also see a little twitching in the surface of your flaccid cock that is lying draped over your thigh. Hanging onto your toe, I pick my feet up off your ankle and raise my toes up and up until they are over my head near my hands with t he toes pointed straight up. Now you can see the tight muscles of my long, slim legs, and you can see a bit of pink flesh between my clenched ass cheeks. I let my legs separate enough for me to let my face appear between my knees, and then ever so gradually, I continue to allow my feet to move apart, with my legs straight as your cock will soon be. It takes a full minute for my legs to reach their horizontal attitude, but when the do, I look like an upside- down letter T, with all my weight hanging down from my arms and your toes. Every muscle is tight and my body is slicked down with the tub water and with the sweat of my exertions. I look straight into your eyes, and I can see you straining to focus on my crotch, which is spread absolutely wide open for your examination. My private parts are, of course, normal sized to my eyes, but they are incredibly petite to you. I'm a walking, talking, anatomically correct, warm blooded doll. No correction.... make that hot-blooded, for displaying myself to you has not only been provocative to you, it has really turned me on. A third kind of moisture is now slicking down my skin between my outstretched thighs. But I can't hold myself up any longer, so I gracefully let my pointed toes drop back down to your ankles, and I let my gaze drop back to your crotch. At the end of the long crevasse dividing the two pink ridges of your legs, there rises a tower of flesh that is almost scary in its dimensions and its sudden appearance. My natural curiosity overcomes my abating fear, and I know that I must get up close and personal with your monument to sensuality. After all, it was erected in my honor! I recall my high-school gymnastics as I carefully walk down the hard bone of your shin. It is so much like walking the beam that I impetuously spring forward onto my hands and do a handstand split. Again, my spread thighs give you a view of the wet folds of my cunt, with the outer lips pulled wide open so that you can see the purple inner lips and the tiny entrance to my cunt, which is opening and closing in suggestive winks. I walk forwards on my hands until I reach your knee, and the up slope knocks me off balance, so that I tumble off your bouncy skin into the water. Again you bellow your warm laugh, and then you reach both of your hands down to scoop me up into the cradled palms. There in the puddle of water, I roll around until I am on my back, my head at your fingertips and my feet dangling down between your wrists. You lift me up toward your big, wide face, and then I see the wet pink tip of your tongue sneak out from between your lips. Out it comes from its hideaway, until it extends three inches are exposed, almost half of my entire height. You lift my doll-body up to your tongue, and gently, ever so gently, probe at my miniature toes. It feels both monstrous and at the same time incredibly sexy. I spread my feet apart and run them up either side of your tongue as it twitches and squirms. Playfully, I kick my heels into your tongue, and you respond by wagging it back and forth, swatting my feet further apart until I let them settle down onto the heels of your palms. Again, my legs are spread and my cunt is split open to your view. I arch my back, raising my ass up off your palms and pushing my cunt up toward your tongue. Your tongue is so big and slimy, but I know you'll figure out what to do with it. And you do. First you stretch the tip out as far as you can and insert it under my ass and up to the small of my back. I wiggle my hips around on the slippery surface of your tongue, and I can feel the hard bumps that feel rub my skin like a luffa sponge. Then you pull your tongue back a bit, and lap upward through my crotch and up and over the top until I can actually wrap my arms around the firm flesh and I bring my head forward and plant a big kiss onto your tongue. It's like kissing a whale's tongue (do they have tongues?). With your tongue extended up and out like this, the flap of skin under your tongue is taut, and I push my cunt up to it and hook my feet over onto the top of your tongue, rubbing my puffy lips against this hard ridge. After a bit of experimenting, I'm able to get some pressure directly on my clitoris, and I rub it back and forth over this string of slippery flesh. Yessss, that feels so good, and my face is buffeted by your sweet breath as I stimulate myself on the underside of your tongue. When I get close to my orgasm, I lay back into your palms and let your tongue tip lap up and down through my crotch. I beg you to make your tongue more pointy, and this helps put more pressure onto my clit. I reach down with my hands and pull my outer labia out of the way. It's hard to keep my grip as your tongue pushes around and around. It's working for me, and my climax is getting close. My head lolls back over the tips of your fingers and your thumbs reach over my arms and begin to rub lightly over the points of my nipples. The ridges of your fingerprints feel so incredible when scaled to the proportions that I am experiencing now. My nipples and my clitoris and my brain are all connected into a frenetic feedback loop, and the electrical charge is now over the threshold of sanity. My orgasm washes over my tiny body in a way that makes me feel like I must be 8 yards tall instead of 8 inches. Everything is so big and wet and slippery and I feel so excited and wonderful. The moments stretch into what seems like eternity. Finally, the waves of pleasure abate, And I open my eyes as you pull your cupped palms away from your face and lick your lips. I can tell that you enjoyed playing with my doll body. Now it is time, we both know, for my doll's body to play with you. Your hands drop to your tummy, and I jump off the "flying carpet" and my feet snag in the hair that curls up on your lower torso. I fall forwards and land right as the base of your cock, which has is now lost its erection while you have been paying attention to my needs. For the moment, it is maybe 4 inches long, and lies out over your thigh. I crawl along it's length and when my face is even with your cock's head, I stop to examine it in detail. The smell is so strong, even though you have been in the tub for a while now. I know you are clean, yet the sweet-and-sour smell is still there, will always be a part of you. I love it, and it's kind of intoxicating and so erotic. I kiss you just under the helmet shaped crown, and run my tongue along this edge. There are little bumps and undulations that I also rub with my hands. Already, this is having an effect on you, for I can feel the size of your cock swelling, and the surface temperature is rising noticeably. I nibble and kiss my way up to your piss-hole at the tip of your cock, and use my fingers to pull it open enough for me to lick all around inside, and now I have to wrap my arms around the entire head as your cock is moving and twitching, maneuvering itself around so that it points up at your chin. I crawl up on top of your cock, and now it is at least as long as I am tall. I let my head rest on the long tubular ridge and I can feel the rush of blood pumping into your cock in time with your quickening heartbeat. Now I bring my lips up to the little sting of skin just below your pisshole, and I lap my tongue all around, again licking the ridge and bumps and all the way up to your hole. Clear, salty pre-come oozes out and covers my entire face as I pull some into my mouth. My arms are wrapped around your cock, and I can just barely link my hands and this gives me the leverage to squeeze and release and squeeze and release your cock. I'm using my whole upper body as a pump, and I also let my feet gently probe toward your balls. You like this idea, and you take one hand and cup your balls bringing them up toward my feet so that I can lightly roll the skin around. My small body is stimulating you, but after 10 minutes of this, it becomes obvious that I just don't have enough strength and weight to do the job by myself. So you take the pink of your other hand (the one that isn't cupping your balls) and insert it between my legs and you use that finger to rub up and down on the surface of your cock. The rubbing also affects the inside of my thighs, and I am able to spread my knees enough so that your pinky gives me an occasional random rub over my cunt. So now my face is stimulating your cock's head, my chest and arms are pumping the top of the shaft, your finger is stroking the lower shaft, and my feet and your other hand are tumbling in your balls. None of this stimulation is too strong, but the cumulative effect is finally enough, and I feel your cock stretch out even longer and get hotter. More precome is dribbling out, more than I can lap up. Now I feel stronger pulses pounding within your cock, and I pull myself up and over the head of your cock, giving you a chance to use your entire hand to stroke the length of your cock. Sitting cross-legged in the indent of your navel, my head is even with the wobbling crown of your cock, and I use my hands to massage the entire head, using the precome as lubrication. Suddenly your hand squeezes harder onto your cock, and the first jet of come jets out of the opening, The glob is forceful enough to push me over onto my back, and I am covered with the hot, sticky cream. Spreading my legs, I don't have to wait long until you direct the second jet of come right into the juncture of my thighs, blasting my entire cunt with the stuff. More and more comes out, and I massage my skin and face and hair with the cream. I'm sure that I look like a wet cat, but I'm not worried about appearances. Now my hand reaches down between my legs and I start to rub my clitoris vigorously with the flat of my hand. As your orgasm diminishes, you gently let the weight of your cock rest down onto my torso, and my hand is trapped under the soft, hot, wet weight. But I continue to masturbate beneath your deflating blimp, and with my other hand, I scoop up puddles of your milky cream and feed myself this long awaited dessert. When my orgasm comes, it is softer and longer and more tingly than my first one. I am transported to some other heavenly place, where my senses are heightened by our erotic experiences. My eyes close in the minutes of pleasure, and when I open them, the scene has changed. I am back in my bed, my dream has ended, and it is dawn. You are here with me, kneeling next to my head with your half-erect cock hanging down over my face. I stare into your eyes with love and gratitude, and my hands and head lift up in unison to grasp your cock and draw it into my mouth, ready for more and more of my dreams to enter my morning... and my entire day. It is going to be quite a day, I can tell. 2 On The Dock I've rented a cabin for my one week Summer vacation. It's way out in the woods of Maine, with a path that leads down to a privately-owned beach with a low dock and a canoe. I'd been there several times before, and it is just the perfect place to get away from it all, and to recuperate from the rigors of my work and my increasingly wild and complicated social life. As soon as I pull into the driveway and drag my suitcase into the bedroom, I walk straight down to the water's edge. It's so secluded there. Only one other cabin is on this stretch of the shoreline, and I've never seen anyone occupying it. Otherwise, it's a half mile to the nearest civilization. As I had done in other years, I feel comfortable with skinny-dipping in this secluded spot, and so I strip down immediately and dive into the cool, clear water. It is such a sensuous feeling having the liquid press against all of my flesh, intertwining with my long flowing blond hair and my arms and my legs and my sparse pubic hair. Immediately, my nipples harden and become sensitive, and I can feel the contrast of cold water and the warm flesh of my cunt. The breast stroke is my favorite when I swim in the nude, as it allows the water to wash deep in between the folds of my labia. After swimming out a hundred yards, I flip onto my back and float on my back, paddling slowly back into the dock. The sun beats down on my face, and through my squint I can see the erect nubs of my nipples floating above the lapping wavelets. I pull myself up and onto the dock, and arrange myself on the chaise lounge chair facing the sun. Then I smear sun lotion all over my body. Once the wide expanses of skin have been covered, I drop some lotion onto my breasts and give them a deep and gentle massage, twisting the slippery nipples. Oh, I'm getting stimulated now, and it's not long until I squirt lotion into the palm of one hand and smear it into cunt, and I make circular motions with my fingers that push and pull my swollen lips back all around. I pull my knees back toward my shoulders and let my feet be planted on the dock well to the sides of the chair. Now using the fingers of both hands, I grasp the outer lips and pull them wide apart, leaning forwards to examine my wet, pink flower of womanhood. The petals are crinkled and scalloped, and I can see the opening to my vagina winking open and closed. It is too much for me to hold off, so I insert one finger deep inside and hook it upward so that it can circle and play over my G spot. My other fingers dart and dodge all over my unhooded clitoris and inner lips, and I can feel the flesh inflating with the hot blood of my desire. It is amazing how quickly my orgasm arrives, I'm sure that I have only been playing with myself for a couple of minutes. But here it is already, pulsating and throbbing all through my body. In the solitude, I feel safe in expressing the beauty of this moment, so I let out deep sigh that slowly transforms itself into a guttural grunt and finally a rising scream that would probably scare anyone if they could hear me. But this is exactly how I feel - wild, uninhibited, and free. Gradually, I let the muscles of my body relax, and my head loll back. Pulling my soaking-wet hands out of my cunt, I spread the liquid over my upper thighs and up to my belly button. Hearing the twitter of the birds over my head, I am soon fast asleep, dreaming of wild sex with strangers. Slowly, the dreamy sleep state ebbs from my body, and I become increasingly aware of reality. But with my eyes still closed, there is something going on that seems connected in with my dreams. I hear people talking about sex. Where am I? I though I was alone out in the wilderness of Maine. But I'm sure that these voices are discussing sex, specifically stories that they have read on the Alt.sex.stories group of the Internet. Oh my god, these are real people that read that stuff. So do I, and recently I even posted a story myself ("Me Doll, You Huge"). They have probably read my story, I realize. Hearing them talk, it is obvious that they really get off on the wild fantasies. Opening my eyes slightly, I squint out over the water to the dock of the supposedly uninhabited cabin. Sitting on the edge facing my dock are two young and beautiful people, a man and a woman, maybe 25 years old or so. They look like they could be magazine models for Calvin Klein: sleek, tanned, and tightly muscled. Their bodies are certainly easy for me to examine, as they are also enthusiasts of skinny- dipping. Their wet hair lets me know that they have already been in for a dip. I must have been deep into my sleep to not be awakened. As I sneak my look at them through hooded eyelids, I realize that what I can see of them, they can see of me. I am also nude. In fact, I am lying back on this chaise lounge with my legs still spread to either side, and my cunt spread wide. Now that I focus attention on my position, I can even feel the cool touch of the breeze on my damp cunt. Without looking, I know that my golden pubic hair is matted flat to my pubic mound, stiff with the dried up vaginal juices that I spread around. My instinct is to pull my legs together and to run away back up to the cabin. But I feel frozen in this position, and now that I think of it, it is a little late to be modest, for they have been sitting on the dock facing me for a while, I guess. They are only 40 or 50 feet away, so it seems a little silly to become modest and secretive about my body when they have already examined it in detail. So here I am being an exhibitionist, and it is a new and exciting experience. I can feel the first tendrils of sexual flame coursing through my nerves, yet I'm not sure what to do about it. So far, they have no indication that I have awakened. Should I sit up and wave to them, starting a conversation as if this was a chance meeting in the supermarket? As I lay there trying to decide what to do, I let myself hear the content of their dialogue. They aren't talking about the erotic stories on the Net anymore. They are now discussing parts of a woman's body. How beautiful a woman's breast is when it is firm and upright, and when it has a kind of secondary breast that lies just under the surface of the areola. How perfect is a nipple when it is hard and straight, with a squared-off end like a pencil eraser. And how attractive blond pubic hair is, the wispyness that only partly hides the narrow crevasse of the pink-lipped cunt. How an excited woman's cunt becomes engorged with blood and swells up until it looks something like a fuzzy, ripe peach, juices running down the slice until the drip into the rosebud of her asshole, and then down onto the plastic cushion of the deck chair. Wait a minute.... did they say deck chair?... WOW, this isn't an abstract discussion of an anonymous woman's sexual parts. They are talking about me, and through squinting eyes, I look into their faces and see their gazes fixed directly on my totally exposed body. Those double-mounded breasts and the swollen, dripping cunt that they have described with enthusiasm and admiration are mine. I guess that I am dripping with sexual tension and anticipation, now that I think of it. This is so arousing being discussed as if I am not here. And the complements are making me feel good too. A big part of me knows that I am an attractive and healthy looking woman, but every once in a while, doubts begin to creep in. Just a few minutes ago I found myself comparing myself to these two beautiful people, so it boosts my ego to hear myself praised. Their appreciation of my sexual attributes has had a not- too-unexpected effect on them. Dropping my hidden gaze down the man's body, I can see his erection pointing straight up into the air, and now the woman reaches over his thigh and begins to squeeze and fondle his cock. In turn, his hand inserts itself between her thighs and she spreads her legs. And I thought I was uninhibited to remain lying there for them to see. Don't they think I might wake up? Well I guess they don't care, or maybe they are hoping that I will wake up. They certainly haven't been speaking in whispers, for I have been able to hear every word over the short expanse of water. Again I am wondering what I should do next, and My thoughts are preempted by their actions. I hear the woman say that she doesn't feel the need for physical foreplay, that the scenery of the lake and their graphic talk has made her ready and anxious to have the man start to fuck her right away. They speak so explicitly to each other! He teasingly tells her that perhaps they should wait a bit, but she laughs and then pleads with him to get with the program. With that, she twists around so that she is kneeling on the deck with her rear end pointing right at me. He kneels beside her and reaches over her ass cheeks and runs a finger down into the crease of her cunt. Now that they have turned away from me, I can open my eyes more fully, and this allows me a better view. The first thing I notice is that both of them are shaved completely. There is not a single hair on either of their pubic hairs. It makes them seem younger, although they are obviously not teenagers. And in their current positions, I can see her cunt looking just like the peach that she saw in my cunt, with the wet split down the middle. His cock juts out and arches up, occasionally bumping into her hip as he slides his finger back and forth in her cunt, massaging her clitoris. She is obviously enjoying this stimulation, but she isn't satisfied by it. She wants his cock now, and he finally relents to her begging and position himself behind her ass, toes draped over the edge of the dock. My view of her cunt is now gone, but is replaced by his smooth ass with rippling muscles fluttering around as he inserts his cock into her cunt. Once he is deeply embedded, he shifts his weight onto his left knee, and lifts his right foot up and over her leg. His right thigh is almost up and over her ass, and now I can see his hairless balls dangling below his exposed asshole. Since they are both facing directly away, I lean forwards and crane my neck towards the couple. One finger begins to toy with my clitoris, but I am too enchanted with the view to pay much attention to myself. Now the woman is emitting a sharp grunt each time the man sheathes his long curved cock deep into the scabbard of her vagina. Her shoulders drop to the deck, one fore arm cradling her head. Her other hand reach under herself and I can see exactly what she is ding in the shadows of their thighs. She is using four of her fingers to prod and juggle his balls, and as he saws back and forth, she extends her thumb back into her cunt, so that it can rub hard over her clitoris. The work of her hand results in the reward she has intended, for now they are both howling and hollering. Maybe this is kind of like what I sounded like when I was masturbating a few hours ago. I am amazed at how long they are able to keep this up. They seem so close to the peak of their excitement, but they hold off having their orgasms. When they appear to be getting close, the man becomes motionless, and the woman rocks herself methodically onto his cock. When the time finally arrives, he grasps her hips and pulls her ass hard into his groin as he repeatedly lunges his cock into her as if he were the piston in a motorcycle engine. I can see his sweat- shiny ass cheeks glisten in the hot sunlight. His muscles suddenly tense up and he stops moving as his orgasm seizes control. The woman screams at his that she is coming as well, and she starts to grind her ass around in a circular motion. Just at that moment, the man swivels his upper body around so that he is facing me again, and his eyes lock with mine. A broad and friendly smile covers his face, and the tip of his tongue licks around his lips. As his orgasm mounts and then passes its peak, his eyes clench shut, and he surprises us all by arching his body backwards, which shifts his weigh enough to pull the woman and him out over the edge of the dock. Joined together still at the hips, they flail their arms outwards and splash into the water. And then they sink below the surface. Where did they go? They have disappeared for at least 30 seconds, and the surface of the water becomes mirror-still again. With the glare of the sun, I can't see through the reflective veneer. I begin to worry about their disappearance, when they scare the daylights out of me by launching themselves out of the water like cruise missiles, only 3 or 4 feet in front of my position, splashing water all over my sun-heated skin. It makes me jump up from my chair, and on impulse, I leap into the air, curling myself into a tight cannonball, and land next to them in the lake. When I come to the surface, we wordlessly come together in a three-way embrace. Each of my hands slides down a back and grabs hold of a hard ass cheek. They do the same to me.............. It's going to be one hell of a week here in the Maine woods. I thought I was here to get away from it all in complete solitude. Now it appears that I've stumbled into a wild and animalistic orgy that will both excite and relax me in a way that I could only dream about. Will I need any of the clothes that I brought? I hope not. Time will tell. I'm tingling all over thinking about the rest of the week. 3 Warm Caribbean Night We've rented a little hut on a remote island in the Caribbean, and this is the first time we've spent the night together. But I trust you from just the few innocent dates we've had together, and I've been secretly wanting to make love to you. Dreaming about it, waking up in a hot sweat with my hand between my legs. I know it will be good. So now you have gone out to swim in the ocean in the pitch blackness. I'm too scared to go, so I stay in the hut and change into my filmy short nightgown and loose-legged panties made of the most slippery purple satin. And I wait for you, looking out through the open window with the breeze rustling my hair. I see the ghostly waves breaking, and I hear the parrots and the crashing surf. But I can't see you. I'm starting to feel scared for you, and it gives me a little tingle of excitement that radiates from my moistening crotch. You've been gone an hour now and all I can think of is sex. I feel the lightest touch of a hand on the back of my shoulder, and I force myself to resist the temptation to turn around to see if it is you. I'm sure that it is. Your hand starts to slide around on the satin lubrication of my gown, rubbing and massaging my back. It sends a wonderful shiver down my spine, and I feel week in the knees. But I'm still leaning on the window sill. Your massage is getting harder and deeper, and it relaxes the fear/tension that I had been feeling. The moon is suddenly covered by a thick cloud, and at the same moment, your hands slip around under my armpits and cup my breast. My nipples are hard and sticking out through the slippery satin as you lightly pinch and roll them through the material. I feel your moist and hot breath on my neck as you nuzzle in, and now I can feel your wet bikini bathing suit pressing up against my ass. Mostly I feel the hot and wet cock that is enclosed in the wet Lycra, straining against the tight material. As you nibble my earlobe, I feel your rough cheek and then ever so slowly, your right hand slides down... and slides down... and slides so easily over the satin. I love the feel of the sliding so much, but I also want your hand to slide further. As if to help, I push up on my toes, to bring my cunt closer to your hand. But you are teasing me. It's so absolutely dark that all I can see is the faint white crest of the waves. Finally your hand reaches my cunt and your index finger slips down through the lips of my sex, feathering my clit through the silky material. The moisture is staring to totally soak the satin, and you push deeper through the folds of my labia, pulling up and hooking my clit. This pulls me backwards onto the tight mound of your cock, and I slowly dance my cheeks across it. Suddenly, you pull away, then grip me by the waist and turn me around and then hoist me up onto the wide hard windowsill. I can't see a thing of you or the room, it's like pure black velvet with the faintest ghosts. At first you are not touching me, but then I feel your hands on my knees. You slide up under the gown and grip the band of my panties. Down they come, as my heart rises in my chest. Hands back on my knees. Gently you push them apart, and I don't resist. I reach down and grab the soles of my feet and lean back, opening myself completely. You can't see anything, but the musk of my wet cunt must be a beacon to you, because your mouth makes no error as it targets on my cunt. You aren't touching me anywhere else, just your lips pushing apart the labia, and your pointy tongue lapping upward over my clit again and again, faster and faster. Now your right hand, the same one that teased me earlier, cradles my groin, and your thumb hooks in under my clit, massaging the entrance to my cunt, sliding over the whole are and even lightly over my asshole. Everything is so slippery and wet. Your thumb is now in my cunt, and the side of it is pushing upward toward your mouth. You are so wise. You know about my G Spot, and you rub it back and forth with increasing pressure, matching the rhythm of your tongue playing harder and harder on my clit. I'm going crazy, and to keep my balance, I have to let go of my feet and reach for the heavy wooden curtain rod overhead. On top of everything else, it feels great to stretch out my tits and let the breeze tickle my nipples. One of my hands comes down to do more of that work, and my feet rest on your shoulders and my knees splay wide Then it hits me. It was so mellow and perfect for so long- time seemed to have stood still-and then suddenly my orgasm washes over me like an 8 foot wave, and the top of my head blows off and my hands come down to pull your head against my whole cunt area. Your thumb vibrates fast over the G spot, and pulse after pulse throbs through me. Wow. Before I can catch my breath, you cradle me like a newlywed and carry me over to the padded armless chair. You sit down, and I sink down to my knees in front of you, resting my sweaty ass onto my heels. You help me pull off your bathing suit, and I'm so turned on that I sink my face into the inside of the suit. The smell is so wonderful, and the precome that you have left in the front of your suit is like hot oil. I smear it all over my lips and nose, and even suck the last of it out of the material. Then I grab your cock, which is as hard as a salami. The skin is stretched tight, and I nibble my way down to your balls as you spread your legs and scootch forward to the edge of the chair. One by one, I pull your balls into my mouth and suck lightly, and pull the hair with my teeth. Then upwards I nibble, using my teeth and fingernails to tickle and tease you, and then I reach the head, which is radiating heat. It is dry and taut except for the stream of precome dripping down one side. I lick hard around the ridge of the head, where I know you have the most sensitive spots. And finally, into the wet cavern of my mouth goes the tip...........and then the head.............and then the ridge..........and my mouth starts to push my fingers down further and further until I can't take any more. Now my hand pumps up and down on the bottom part of your cock, while my lips grip down hard and I suck in with my cheeks, like a pump. You know what I want, and you know that you don't have to hold out, since we'll have plenty of time for "regular" sex later. So I pump and suck harder, saliva and precome mixing in my mouth and flowing down around my fingers. Your feet rise off the floor and start pushing into my sides, and I can feel the tension rising in all your muscles, in your whole body. And I can feel your cock twitching and bobbing in my tight mouth. Your hands weave into my hair, not capturing me, just playing and sliding around. Then you are going off. At first I can feel the contractions in your body three times, then finally the come starts squirting out into my mouth. After a couple of squirts, I pull you out and push up higher onto my knees and pump your cock as your come now splashes onto my breasts and nipples. I massage my rigid nipples with your blunt cock-head, smearing the come around. Then I use your cock as a spoon to pull the come back up to my mouth. You lift me up to straddle your legs, your cock drooling into the sparse blond hair of my cunt. And your face dips down to lick the come off my breast. The roughness of your tongue thrills me. Then you lift your head up and kiss me hard, and your tongue slides into my mouth. Incredibly, it's our very first kiss, and your tongue is coated with your come, which I receive as a tasty gift. Your head goes back down to my breasts as your hands grip and massage my ass, tickling my asshole ever so lightly. I throw my head back.......... And at that moment, the clouds finally part from the moon which is full and bright. And there I see you standing beside me, stroking your hard cock. This man trapped between my sweaty legs is not you! He is a stranger, an island native who saw the desire and sexual need in my eyes as I leaned out the window waiting for you. And you came in and observed what you could see, and listened to the wild sounds of my erotic heights. You shared vicariously and truly my pleasures and my cravings. I'm staring into your eyes as you are coming now, and I lean over to draw your cock into my mouth, drinking down your come. I can tell from the sweet wordless look in your eyes that you accept me for what I am, that you aren't jealous, that you are willing to explore my deepest, most secret sexual mysteries with me. You want to understand the untamed animal that lives inside my normally quiet and civilized persona. We will come together again and again with excitement and vibrant feeling, totally safe in these lustful explorations. I lick my lips with tasty anticipation. 4 Ironing in the Kinks We've come home from the Caribbean after a week of great sexual explorations that help us to discover the intense erotic needs that we both have hidden away too long. You had to go back to work today, but I have one more day off. So I'm unpacking my suitcase, and I come across the satin panties that I was wearing that dark night a week ago. They haven't been washed, and I know that they carry the scent of my excitement. Just thinking about it gets my juices flowing, but I keep myself from reaching down to touch myself. All I'm wearing is a long nightgown... nothing else. I'm enjoying teasing myself with just these shivering thoughts and the feel of the fabric rubbing over my nipples. Now I've just finished doing the laundry left over from the trip. It has evoked so many sexy memories of all the crazy things we did last week. Each piece of clothing I touch is whispering secret stories into my ears. My whole body is getting charged up and alive. Ironing is normally such a drag, but I get out the ironing board. And that's when I hear a knock on the door to my apartment. It's you! A computer failure at the office gave you the rest of the day off. And right away, you can tell from the look in my eyes what it is that I have in mind. As if I wasn't obvious enough, I slowly lick my lips. I can almost hear your mind churning; you're looking around the apartment looking for a prop to use for a new sexual adventure. Whatever it is, I know that it will be good. Your gaze settles on the ironing board. What do you have in mind, I wonder. You turn me around and gently guide me over to the narrow end of the board. I hear you pull down the zipper of your trousers, and then the rustle of your pants dropping to the floor. Then you reach around me to pull off the ironing board cover, leaving only the vinyl protector. Grasping the gown at my waist, you inch the material upward gradually until I feel the room air on my rear and on my cunt hair, which is soaking wet. It feels so cool; it makes me shiver. I can't help but clench the muscles of my cunt, which squeezes out more of my vaginal fluid. Your hands rise up my sides, knuckles bumping along my ribs, lightly tickling, bringing a giggle to my lips. As your hands reach my armpits, I raise my arms, and you lift the nightgown all the way up and off. I leave my arms straight up in the air, and you toss the gown aside and cup my breasts, gently pumping, fingers straddling my nipples You push me forwards with your hips... actually, it is your semi-hard cock that probes at my ass and pushes me forward. The blunt end of the ironing board bumps into my cunt, and I can't help but to push my mons against the cool vinyl. Even through my thick labia, I can feel the pressure against my enclosed clitoris. Mmmmm. You step back from me and I turn my head to watch you strip off your clothes. I'm sure I know what's coming. You are going to bend me forward and plunge your cock into my cunt. I'm picturing it and anticipating it, wondering if you are going to tease me by slowly going in, a quarter inch at a time, or are you going to push into me all in one stroke? I know that I'm wet enough for you to do that easily if I concentrate on loosening all my cunt muscles. I slowly wiggle and shimmy my ass at you, and wink with my eye. If you could see my crotch right now, you would probably see it winking, too. But instead of accepting my wanton invitation, you start walking away across the room. What do you have in mind? Into the dining room you go, and then you come back with a couple of dining chairs. You place one just beside my right foot, and one beside the left. What on earth!! On your instructions, I step on to the chairs, with my legs spread. Then you step up behind me and lay your cock straight out onto the tip of the ironing board, which is at the perfect height. I can look straight down between my breasts and below my sparse and matted cunt hair to see your cock, which is drooling onto the vinyl. That is all I can see of you without turning around. Your hands grab my waist and gently pull me down, and down. I lean forward and grip the sides of the board, and then settle down the last few inches so that my cunt opens wide and my labia part around the length of your shaft. I now can see only the head of your cock. Your hands come up to my breasts and tweak my nipples, and I can't stop myself any longer. I quickly discover that I can move forward and back and rub my clit over the length of your cock. Your precome is mixing with my flowing juices, and there is plenty of lubrication. My labia are literally swallowing your cock, licking the sides like dual tongues. And best of all for me is the feeling that I get as my clit pops over the raised edge of the crown of your cock. It's like you were licking me and I were licking you at the same time. I'm glad that I bought this heavily-built ironing board, because I'm really starting to rock back and forth faster and harder. I can hear your encouraging whispers and grunts, and I'm gasping and panting too. My long blond hair hangs straight down and I start whipping it around as my head dances. You remain perfectly still as I caress your cock. I don't know how you have the discipline. My own body is thrashing and pistoning with no way that I can control it. I'm going to have my orgasm now, and you can sense it, I'm sure, since you tell me that you too are about to come. And there it is. I stop pistoning and start vibrating and squeezing my thighs together rhythmically. Looking down between my breasts, as my eyelids flutter, I can see the jets of your come spurting forward along the ironing board. Fireworks are going off in my head, and more of my juices are flowing down onto your cock. I lose my ability to stand on my legs and fall forward onto the ironing board and your pools of come. I'm so exhausted and satisfied. It's too much for me, and I lose consciousness, falling into a sleep that I know will be as filled with erotic dreams as my cunt will be filled with your rejuvenated cock later today. I hope your post-orgasmic nap is as sweet as mine. 'Til then, Satisfied Sue 5 Louvre Love Across the wide marble floor of the art museum, I think I see your face again. It's too much of a coincidence! I saw you earlier, I'm sure at the fountain in the park. I was watching the cute little stone cherubs peeing into the water, while you were staring up at the muscular nude goddess towering above the main geysers. And I'm pretty sure that was you last night standing on the bridge over the Seine, gazing dreamily into the churning water. Now, here at the museum, our paths intersect again. I decide to follow you for a while. First you are drawn to a huge painting that depicts maybe a dozen nude men and women cavorting in a Springtime glen. Next you stop in front of a realistic sculpture of a nude man and woman in a deep embrace. Their polished granite surfaces remind me of the sheen of sweat that would be covering my skin if I was in such an embrace. My curiosity about you started as an interest in the coincidences. but now I am feeling the very first tendrils of desires snaking up through my muscles. These desires seem out of place here in this public place. Finally, there you are in front of a gigantic abstract painting that is filled with massive swirls of intense colors. I'm not sure if this is what the artist had in mind, but the power of the painting is, for me, absolutely sensual and even erotic. The crimson reds and flesh colors evoke images in my minds eye of all sorts of body parts: open vulva......rounded buttocks.........erect penises...........rubbery nipples...........wet lips and tongues. It was obvious to me what was on my mind, and as I pulled my eyes away from the magnetic image, I turned to look over to see if you had moved on. No, you are still staring up at the gigantic tableau. I can't help but to let my eyes travel down your body. You too have sex permeating your experience of this painting, for the front of your khaki trousers is tautly stretched over an upthrusting erection. In staring at the result of your interest in the painting, I almost think I can see your cock pulsing slowly inside your thin pants. I've never been a particularly brave or upfront person with strangers. But here I am alone in Paris. Nobody knows me or will scold me for being brazen. So I take a deep breath and move quietly towards you. Paying no mind to the dozens of art lovers wandering around the gallery behind us, I sidle up silently beside you and turn my face up toward yours. I say in a husky whisper "the painting is having the same effect on you that it is on me". And with that, I let my head turn slowly downward and give an obvious stare at your tented crotch. I can't believe that I am doing this, but what the Hell!! When I look back up, you have turned towards me and we stare into each other's eyes for what seems like hours. Part of me wants to run away as fast as I can, but instead, I take your hand in mine. I know my palm is moist, but yours feels even hotter. I start to lead you across the floor, but you seem bewildered. When you start to ask a question, I reach over and put my finger over your lips to silence you, and then I press the tip of my finger between your lips, against your teeth. After a moment of resistance, your teeth open, and I slide my finger in over your tongue and worm it around slowly. The surprise in your eyes melts away, and I can see that you are willing to trust me about this. You know that I have your pleasure in mind, as well as mine. I take your hand again and continue to lead you, till we stand in front of the elevator. Getting in, I press the lowest button, which takes us down to a dark vaulted hallway. It seems like we have gone back in time to the Middle Ages. But I know my way around, having been an art student in Paris many years ago. In the dark, we shuffle down the hallway, and I open a door into a huge storeroom, lit by bare bulbs way above us in the echo-filled arches overhead. It's so eerie and mysterious, and I tingle with excitement. Just as we pass through the door into this room, I circle behind you and reach around to cup your crotch, quickly confirming that you have not lost your erection. A quick squeeze, and then I push you forward from behind, 'til we stand in an area surrounded by erotic paintings and sculpture. This is where the museum stores away the masterpieces that are considered too libidinous to show to the public. The museum staff keeps them on display for their own research (we know why they really keep up the display, don't we?). You stand in awe, body rigid with curiosity and shock, and I don't feel any more inhibitions about what I'm doing. I drop suddenly to my knees (the cold hard concrete is such a contrast to the feelings coursing through my veins) and pull open the button at the top of your fly, then rapidly yank down the zipper. And without wasting a moment, I hook my fingers into the waistband of your tight designer jockey shorts and pull down your pants and shorts all at once. Your cock thrusts up into the air, arching up toward the faraway ceiling. I tell you to step out of your loafers and pants, and then I blow a stream of air onto your cockhead, which is fat with your hot blood engorging it. I tickle your balls and you spread your legs. You almost seem to be in a trance as I purse my lips over the tip of your cock and gently milk your balls. When I take one hand and press the tips of my fingers up behind your balls and press upwards and forwards right in front of your asshole, I push a dollop of precome up through your rigid cock, and it drools out onto my lips. The taste is so salty and enticing. When I draw my head away, a thin string of your come stretches between my mouth and your throbbing cock. It's clear and glistening, like a glass-blowers string of hot drawn glass. Suddenly, I thrust my head forward and suck your cock in as far as I can stand and give you a series of short, hard sucks that make your knees shake. Then I pull away. You look down at me in seeming disappointment; but I smile broadly, lips still wet with your come. And then I lead you over to a large stone sculpture depicting two figures that are maybe twice life size. The man is sitting on a smooth stone, and the voluptuous woman is seated on his lap, her back against his muscular chest. She is impaled on his cock. Actually, all we can see are his balls, but it takes little imagination to picture his penis far up inside her belly. Her face is turned upward and she is obviously is in the throes of ecstasy. I pull your turtleneck up and over your head, and then tell you to climb up onto the sculpture and seat yourself on the woman's lap. The marble must feel icy cold on your sweaty ass, for I see you squirm and your cock bobs around. As you finally settle into a comfortable position, I tease you with striptease that is not in the least subtle. I feel so absolutely brazen and wild, but not a bit guilty about it. And I love the feeling of being so much in control. Not once have I given you any choice about what is happening. Not that I think you are complaining. Far from it. Naked now, I caress my breasts and push them up toward my face. I can just barely stretch out my tongue to flick at the tips of my nipples, and they are stimulated into blunt points like large pencil erasers. Then I drop my right hand down onto my thin cunt hair, and squat down. My knees spread wide, and I watch you watching me, as I make long strokes up and down between the lips of my cunt. My right hand continues to milk at my breast, pinching hard on my nipples. My head swings back and forth splashing my long blond hair around my shoulders. Behind me, I know that there is another sculpture of a nude life size male, standing straight up and with an obvious erection. He is uncircumcised, and the ridges of his skin are polished yet textured. He is made of glistening bronze. Without looking back, I shuffle my feet, gradually propelling myself backward until I feel the cold hard metal phallus on my rear. I lean forward and grasp my knees, then ever so slowly let my weight shift backwards, and the bronze cock of this ancient god gradually spreads my labia and then penetrates up into my vagina. Again, the extreme contrast of hot and cold. It sends shivers up my spine, and one hand reaches down to stoke my clitoris. I can feel all of the hard folds of skin and the raised veins on this god's magnificent cock. When I look up at you, your fist is around your hard cock, and you are jacking yourself off. Sternly, I command you to stop doing that, that you must save all of that for me. Although you seem surprised by my determination, you nevertheless follow orders, and you place your hands on the outside of your thighs, gripping the stone thighs of the woman you are seated upon. Your cock glistens from the precome that you have drawn out and onto your cock. I make a few slow thrusts back and forth on the god-cock and it feels so good. The metal is warming and is so slick with my watery juices. The smell of my sex is all around me. Then I pull off of the cock, and lean over to it and lap up some of the wet coating. Now I come over to you, and climb up the sculpture. Facing away toward the silent god that I have just finished fucking, I straddle your legs and drop down all at once onto your cock. It seems to be just as hard as the god-cock, but it certainly is not as cold. I'm still wide open from being fucked by the god (no-I guess that I fucked him, didn't I?), so your long cock goes all the way in without any real resistance. There is no stopping me now, as I've got my second wind. Your hands grasp my hips firmly, and we work together to lift and drop me, up and down, in and out. My breasts are swinging around wildly. My hands are on your knees for balance, and I look down to see your beautiful wet cock revealing itself and then hiding away, again and again. My swollen cunt lips wrap themselves around it, trying to pull you back in each time you pull out. Below are your hairy balls, covered with my dripping juices. And below your balls are the stone balls of the man underneath all of this frenzied action. Another contrast: the absolute stillness of the sculpture, and the abandonment of our coupling above. Since your grip on my waist is obviously firm, I reach down with one hand and start fondling your balls, and with the other I go back to rubbing and pinching my nipples. Your balls are wonderfully sensitive, I discover, because after only a few seconds of my treatment, you are already orgasming. As you start bucking around in ecstasy, I need to reach above me to hold onto the head of the woman above us. I pull myself upward and hold my position as you thrust upward several more times, and then fall backwards, your cock slipping out. You look dazed, but I still haven't gotten to have my orgasm. I'm certainly not going to leave that situation remedied, so I pull you up and take up a new position on the sculpture. I lean my torso forward onto the woman's thigh, and my head rests just in front of the commingled crotch, my lips almost within reach of the stone man's balls. My rear is positioned just over the woman's knee, and I tell you to let your mouth pleasure me. You stand on the floor, and your head is right at the level of my cunt. As you stare at my swollen cunt and imbibe the strong aroma of our juices, I squeeze my cunt muscles a couple of times, and I can feel your pearly semen slipping out and down onto the stone. But I don't want to wait, and I insist that you get to work. Your first few licks are hesitant, and I realize you aren't as used to tasting a man's come as I am. But it doesn't take you too long to get into the swing of it, and pretty soon you are lapping in long swipes that start on my clitoris and end up all the way up to my coccyx. It's a dreamy feeling, but eventually I ask you to concentrate on my clitoris. Which you do eagerly. Our combined juices are still dripping down onto your tongue and then I feel two of your fingers push into me. I can hear the squishing sounds as your fingers probes around, and I describe to you where my G spot is. After a few attempts, you find it and I encourage you to rub it firmly with a circular motion. I reach behind me and pull my ass cheeks apart so that you can have total free access. Your thumb lightly caresses my asshole. My clitoris, my cunt, and my asshole are all being stimulated at once, and I add to this by massaging my breasts into the stone woman's thigh. I stare ahead into the joining of the woman's cunt with the man's balls. As I stretch my tongue out to lick at the cold juncture between the two of them, you nibble down hard on my clitoris and suck my labia up into your mouth. That's perfect, and I immediately go over the edge and into an incredible orgasm. I'm coming and coming. I squeeze down hard on my ass cheeks with my hands. Wave after wave washes over me, and your fingers vibrates over my g spot. I gulp in air between the electric pulses of each pounding wave, and my cunt clenches down on your fingers. I feel my asshole palpitating around the tip of your thumb. My orgasm lasts for so long,......... until finally it subsides, and I take a moment to get my wits about me. Then I push your face and hands away and give you a deep kiss, sliding my tongue deep into your mouth. Then, I quickly hop down off the sculpture, and while you stand there in shock, I put on my clothes and walk away, through the door. Just before I step into the elevator, I shout back to you that I'll be in Geneva all next week and I'm guessing that we'll meet there. It will be your turn to be in control. 6 To Serve and Protect After a couple of days at the vacation cabin in the back woods of Maine (see "On the Dock," which is a story that I posted previously), and plenty of titillation and hijinx with my new friends from the neighboring cottage, I have run out of groceries, so I've gone off to the market in town. I'm on the way back now, and I am really enjoying the wild and free feeling that comes from zipping down the dirt road in my Miata convertible. Wind flows through my long blond hair, which streams out behind me. My thin silk blouse is pressed against my chest, and I can even feel the pressure of the wind buffeting against the super-sensitive nerve endings in my nipples. They are becoming quite erect, and looking down, I can see all the detailed topography of my nipples and areola: the swells and bumps and even a hint of the pink color showing through the sheer material. My attention to the road is tenuous at best, and my arousal leads me to mentally relive some of the moments I have spent during the past few days here in Maine. That first day watching the clean-shaven neighbors through squinted eyes as they played each other's bodies like finely tuned instruments. Mmmm. As these images cavort around in my mind, I'm feeling sexier and sexier. I just have to play with my breasts for a minute. The silk is plastered to me like a second skin, and it feels unbelievably sensuous as use my left hand to massage the firm and plump flesh of first one, and then the other breast. The nipples get some needed attention, being prodded and pinched and tweaked. I can feel tickles of muted sexual energy radiating down into the depths of my belly, and eventually I let my hand slide down from my breasts, and then my fingers thread themselves around the buttons and poke gently into my belly button, stirring up more passion. I'm struggling to keep some small portion of my attention on the road, and I let my speed drop to a more controllable rate. But I can't resist letting my hand continue to slide further "south" until it hooks around the hem of my short skirt, and upwards toward the moistening target. My thighs part as much as they can under the cramped circumstances, and the edge of my skirt blows up in the wind so that I have free access to the crotch of my panties. Even before my fingers reach all the way up to my satin-covered cunt, I know that they will be greeted by a spreading wet spot, and that certainly turns out to be the case. If it wasn't for the wind, I surely would be inhaling the sultry aromas of my juices. I start by sliding my index finger up and down through the separating outer labia. The combination of moisture and the red stain creates an incredibly friction-free lubricant. And I discover that I can hook my finger down and in so that the tip of my finger traces all the way up from my asshole, pushed against the seat, and then up into the entrance to my vagina, over my urethra, and then finally popping over my clitoris. Repeating this motion several times, I find my entire body twitching each time that my fingertip bobbles my clitoris, and this results in a little swerve of the car. Fortunately, this road from the village to my cabin is deserted and fairly wide, for I am straddling and swerving around the imaginary centerline of the gravel road. Jeez, this is feeling good, and I am tempted to just pull over to the side so that I can really masturbate with vigor, maybe using both hands, one on my cunt and the other massaging and twisting my tingling nipples. I know that my clitoris and my breasts would feel connected to one another in a triangular vortex, and the raw sexual energy would echo back and forth among these erogenous zones, strengthening with each reverberation until I reach the crest of my orgasm. As I think about what that would be like, and as I continued to teasingly pluck at my clitoris as if it was the string of a standup bass, I suddenly notice that I am coming up on the driveway to the cabin, and I need to pull my left hand up from my crotch to the steering wheel so that I can turn my little sports car into the driveway. Once I've got it about 30 feet away from the road, I turn off the ignition and tilt my head back on the headrest, staring up though the thick branches of the birches around me. The sound of the leaves rustling in the wind, and the birds chirping away, is so relaxing and mesmerizing. I'm just about to fulfill my preconceived notion of masturbating when I hear another car rumbling down the dirt road. I know that I am hidden away here in the driveway, but then I am even more surprised when the sound of the car and the gravel let me know instinctively that the car has pulled into my driveway, right behind me. I whip my head around, simultaneously pulling down my skirt, and look at the car that has intruded on my space, and on my intended auto- erotic plan. It is a state police car. What the hell is happening. I know that I wasn't paying very close attention to all of my surroundings while I was driving, and it dawns on me that the cop has been following me, and probably is very upset at my erratic driving skills. Several minutes pass, and I know from having gotten speeding tickets that he is probably checking my plate number through his computer. But it makes me feel tense and fidgety to just sit there waiting, especially as I have been so abruptly interrupted in my self-loving lust. I try to relax by gazing down my driveway, wishing I was safe in my home where I could continue my plan in peace and quiet. Finally I hear the car door open and close. When I slowly turn my head to the left, I am staring right into the black shiny belt of the cop, and then I let my gaze scan upwards to his face way above me. These little sports cars are so low, and he is a magnificently tall and well-built specimen of a law enforcement officer. When my eyes find his, I can see that they are not locked on my eyes, but are instead wandering downward to my chest and my breasts which are straining against the white silk as my head tilts back. Surely my nipples are jutting out and can be clear to his sight. Now his eyes sweep further down and he must be looking at my skirt. When I too glance down at myself, I can see that my attempt to pull down my skirt was only partly successful. My panties are not visible, but most of the rest of my thighs are. And I am startled to see streaks of moisture tracing down on the surface of the skin, reflecting the bright sunlight. These were obviously painted onto my thighs by my fingertips as they were hurriedly pulled away from my cunt. Is that what he is looking at? Does he know where that liquid originated? Is he imagining where those tracks of moisture lead as they disappear under my hem? "License and registration, please," he says, and I think I detect a little catch in his voice. Perhaps this situation makes him nervous too. I lean over to the glove compartment, and I'm sure that he can see from the smoothness of the silk stretched over my back that I am not wearing a bra. Most men notice these things. I pull the required items out of the glove compartment, and reach upwards with my left hand to give them to him. As he grips the papers, I can see him take a deep breath, and it seems likely that he can smell the strong odor of my cunt on my fingers. Am I imagining that his eyes are twinkling with his insights about my behavior of a few moments ago. After all, it was only 3 or 4 minutes ago that I was firmly stoking my entire cunt, and now I am giving strong hints to a perfect stranger that I was just masturbating. Handing my papers back to me, he proceeds to give me a lecture about my poor driving, and he explains that this could be very dangerous. But his tone of voice is not harsh, or scolding, or condescending. He is actually very gentle and compassionate, and his words sound like sweet honey as they drip off his tongue. I'm also becoming certain that he is going to let me off without a ticket, which is a relief since I already have too many other tickets. But then I am surprised when he tells me that he suspects that I have been drinking, and that it is his responsibility to check that out. I feel like telling him that I am intoxicated by wild sexual fantasies, but not by alcoholic beverages. But I bite my tongue. He asks me to step out of the car so that he can check for open containers of booze. He steps aside as I open the car door, and there is no way to avoid giving him a big flash of my wet red panties as I swing my legs out onto the driveway. When I pull myself up into a standing position, he is so close to me that I can't help but brush my breast against his arm. My nipples are still hard little nubbins, and they shoot little jolts of sexual charge back into my tummy as they pop over his sleeve one by one. As I stand over to the side leaning languorously against one of the big white birch trees, I watch him slowly circle the car, and when he gets around to the passenger door, he opens it and bends down and picks up a stack of papers from the floor of the car. As he flips through the pages, I am trying to remember what those papers are about. Oh yes, I remember!! Those are the printouts of all of the erotic fantasies that I have posted to alt.sex.stories on the Internet. Is he reading closely enough to get the drift of the narrative? He tells me that he is sure that this is my writing, since my name "Sue" is on each of the stories as well on my license. Then he surprises me further by telling me that he has been an enthusiastic admirer of my stories as he has been reading them on the 'Net ever since I started posting them. I'm not sure whether to be embarrassed or proud, but it certainly brings a hot flush to my cheeks. Before I have a chance to figure out how to respond to his revelation, the officer starts asking more questions about my bad driving. He asks if I have any explanation, or do I always drive like that? I start by telling him that my mind was preoccupied, but he claims not to be convinced. Most people have a lot on their minds when they are driving. He says that still doesn't explain the sudden little jerks of the car that appeared almost rhythmic. God! I'm becoming more certain that he knows what I was doing, for he has had plenty of hints: the smell of my fingers;... my hard nipples;... my raised skirt;... the streaks of my cunt juices on my thighs;... the stack of stories that reveal my Fascination with wild and erotic sex;... and of course the details of how badly I was driving. Of course he knows - cops aren't stupid, are they? He knows, but I realize that he wants me to admit it out loud. He's not going to let me just slink away to my cabin. What the hell, I'll give him what he wants, and maybe more than he knows! So I tell him. About how my mind was fixated on some wild sexual escapades that I had experienced recently. How the wind and sun pouring into the convertible had made me feel so aroused. How I had fondled my own breasts and pinched my nipples. How I had then reached under my skirt and caressed my cunt through my panties. How I had been so wet. How the strums of my fingertip over my clitoris had caused me to jerk the steering wheel around. How I had finally reached my driveway and had expected to have the chance to complete my masturbation. "I'm sorry that I interrupted you," he says with a kindly grin on his face. Of course you should be sorry, I think. For now I'm feeling thoroughly frustrated and impatient with what has happened. "Well," he says, "it is my sworn duty to the state of Maine and all of the people therein to serve in whatever ways are needed. So please let me serve you so that your frustration can be relieved." It's about time you offered, I say, and with that I reach out to him and give him a deep-throating French kiss, wrapping my arms and one leg around him. Everywhere that I touch him he is all muscles and equipment. Gun, badge, belt, nightstick, handcuffs,... and underneath, there is obviously a wonderful hunk of a man. Trim and strong, clean-cut and young. Just the way that I like them (or at least half the time. Sometimes I like the wild and scruffy looking. but that is another story). When he starts to slide his hands down my back and into the top edge of my skirt, I pull away and walk over to the front of the car and hitch up my skirt and tuck it into the waist band. Now he can finally see my red satin panties. I grasp both sides of the front of my blouse and pull it open, popping open all of the buttons. My breasts flash into view and bobble around as I next reach down and repeat the caresses that I had start in the car earlier. First my breasts and nipples. Then my crotch from asshole to clitoris. I am staring hard into his eyes, which fluctuate back and forth from my face to my cunt. After a dozen or so strokes, I reach both hands to one of my hips and grasp the elastic top of my panties and pull the material hard. This pulls the crotch up hard into my cunt, which both hurts and tingles. Finally the satin gives and shreds in my hands. Instantly I turn to face the windshield and lean forwards, walking my hands up the shiny white hood, and then up the windshield. This forces my torso to drop forward and my nipples come into contact with the metallic hood. Warmth from the engine radiates out and up into my nipples, and I slide my shoulders side to side, which drags my nipples around on the hood. My face rests on the windshield glass, which I kiss and lick suggestively. Reaching behind me, I flip up the back of my skirt to reveal my torn panties and my smooth, tight rear. As I let my body down further onto the hood and reach back up to the top of the windshield, I ask him if he is ready to fulfill his promise to serve the public good. I try to use my most sultry, gravelly voice, and I slowly wag my ass in the air. Over he walks, and then he gets down on his knees behind me and pulls my panties halfway down the one leg which is still inserted into the torn garment. I can feel the wetness of the satin dragging down my inner thigh. He places his hands on the rounded curves of my ass. A few seconds of a deep massage, and then his thumbs maneuver further into the crack of my ass and lightly over my ass hole. I pull my knees up onto the hood off to the sides near each headlight. Arching my back more thrusts my ass higher into the air. I can feel his breath on my open wet tissue. He repositions his hands so that he can use his finger tips of both hands to rake up through my cunt, sliding between the inner and outer lips and rattling over my distended clitoris. Next he uses a thumb and forefinger of each hand to grip each of my outer labia and pull them outwards. As he does this, he gently rolls and pinches the flesh between his fingers. That feels so good, and I can feel my breath becoming shorter as I start to really get into this attention. With my lips pulled so wide apart, I know that every fold and recess of my inner cunt is completely revealed to him. His hot breath blowing over my cunt is letting me know that his face is getting closer and closer. When is he going to kiss me? When is he going to really start the work of serving my needs? NOW! I feel just the very tip of his tongue make contact with the very tip of my hard clitoris. It sends a jolt up through my cunt and it makes me involuntarily push my ass back into his mouth. He doesn't back away at all. It feels like his neck and back are fixed in place, so that I can push my cunt against his face without any recoil on his part. He keeps his tongue pointed and long, and I begin to shimmy my hips around. His nose is now prodding into the rosebud of my asshole, which feels good too. I rotate around so that his immobile tongue flicks over my clitoris, and into my cunt, and back and forth, again and again. Occasionally, I impale my asshole an inch or so onto his tongue, and he seems to not object to this forbidden area. I'm getting so hot, and I'm no longer sure if the engine heat is radiating into me, or visa versa. My breasts are squashed into the metal, and my squirming around is giving my nipples a good workout. My cheeks are sliding on the glass, lubricated by my sweat. Since he is not moving, thereby letting me control the tempo of things, I try my best to prolong the wonderful feeling of the buildup to my orgasm. But eventually, I can't resist the temptation, and increase the speed and the hardness of my thrusts, and the cop gets the message and begins to lap his tongue up over my clit with short, rapid flicks. And instantly I am roused into a smashing orgasm. It is the kind of orgasm that I only get if I've been stimulated and unfulfilled for a long time. I'm sure that it was more than an hour ago that I started playing with myself. Finally my time has come. I'm grunting and now I'm even emitting a rising scream of pure bliss that echoes through the forest. I've stopped all movement of my ass, and he is now gradually slowing the pace of his lapping. This is a man who knows how to read the needs of a woman. His timing is perfect. And just as I am starting to calm down, he lets go of my labia and grasps my hips, gently maneuvering me around so that I am sitting on the hood of the car. Leaning back onto my hands, with my feet spread on either side of his shoes. I watch as he unbuckles his belt and drops his array of hardware to the ground. Then he unzips his fly and pushes his pants and boxer shorts down to his knees. Up pops his cock, which is completely erect. It is beautifully shaped, like a perfect Greek sculpture. And it is big. As big as any I have seen before, maybe 10 or even 11 inches long. Curving upwards like a sword. It twitches and throbs, only a few inches below my face. The head glistens with a sheen of precome, and as I watch, a large drop of crystal clear come forms at the open tip. I lean forwards and lick all around the purple head, leaving my hands behind me for support. The slightly salty precome is eagerly lapped up and savored on my tongue. I know that there is no way that I am going to be able to take this whole cock into my mouth, but I suck around on the head for a while. Then I lift my head and pull my hands up to grasp and squeeze this magnificent tool. I can't reach my fingers around its girth. With a cock this big, what need does he have for a night stick! I pull the length of his cock down to the valley between by breasts, and pull the silk material of my blouse in and around his cock. With my palms on each side, I push the fullness of my breasts inward, surrounding his cock with firm, warm flesh and sheer silk. This creates a sort of lubrication. He knows what to do, and starts to pulse his hips back and forth, which slides the length of his cock up through my cleavage. Appearing out of the folds of the silk, the tight-skinned head rises up towards my face, and I am able to flick my tongue over the head each time it comes up. He puts his hands on my shoulders and massages the knots in my neck with his strong fingers. What a generous man I have lucked upon. I feel a surge of gratitude and warmth, and I want to really make this fuck the best of his life. And I want to be more in control. So I pull back and twist away from him and stand up. I ask him to sit on the hood of the car, and I get on my knees and untie his shoes and pull them and his pants off. He unbuttons his shirt. I reach up and grab his cock and nuzzle his balls with my nose, and then lick them and pull them one by one into my mouth. I let my fingernails scratch very lightly over the taut skin of his cock, and I can feel the ridges of veins, and I can feel the heat from the blood surging through his cock. Then I stand up and turn away from him. Just as I am about to sit back onto his cock and impale myself, he stops me, and asks me to give him his wallet from his pants. Out of it he pulls a condom. He tells me that his job is not only to serve, but to "serve and protect." That's fine with me, and I take the rubber and expertly pull it down over his cock. It is so full of his meat, and it is so transparent that I can still see every detail as if he wasn't wearing it at all. Then I go back to my position straddling his thighs and back my ass onto his monumental cock. As aroused and stimulated as I have been for the past hour and a half, I know that I should be able to accommodate his massive tool. But it is so big that it fills me completely, and I can feel the walls of my vagina stretch and tighten down around his entire length. Pretty soon, I am pumping up and down, and one of my hands reaches between my thighs so that I can run my fingers into the juncture of our sexes. The first and second fingers form a vee that surrounds the base of his cock as I piston up and down onto it, and I scissor my fingers tightly together, squeezing hard onto the slippery shaft My other hand travels further down into the moist cauldron, and I begin to juggle his balls lightly in my fingers. Naturally, this kind of pressure and rubbing of his cock and balls gives him very little chance to prolong the build up. His hands come up to my hips and attempt to slow me down, but I ignore this signal, and even increase my cadence. And in only a few seconds, he lets out a low rumble from his throat as his orgasm arrives. Now his hands grip my waist more firmly, and he uses his brawny strength and his passionate lust to totally dominate my movements. He picks me up and forcefully drops me back down onto his lap repeatedly. My feet no longer touch the ground at all. I almost lose my balance, but his grip on me is enough to keep me upright. His rumble becomes a roaring crescendo, and his hips become unrooted from the hood of the car, and begin thrusting upwards into my wide open cunt. I can feel the spasms of his cock in my vaginas as he squirts jet after jet of fiery come deep into my belly. I'm so full of his cock, and the tip of the condom is now filling up, making his cock effectively longer. I'm sure that I can feel the swelling balloon inside me. I continue to play with his balls, milking the come out into the shaft, and then squeezing with my fingers around the base to force it all the way up and into me. When his thrusting and moaning subside, I hop off of him and turn around. I watch for a few seconds as his cock continues to twitch, and as it starts to lose a little of its size, I grasp the lower edge of the condom and carefully pull it off, making sure that most of the semen stays inside the tube. Standing back up, I observe the incredible quantity of come that he has ejaculated. It is so hot, and pearly white. I bring the condom up to my breasts, pushing aside my open blouse. And then I squeeze the tip of the condom, pushing the come out onto my chest. When I have gotten most of it out, I massage the cream into my skin. There is plenty enough to completely drench both of my tits and all the way down to my navel, and it is wonderfully greasy and kind of stringy. When I am completely lubricated with this natural and organic skin ointment, I button up my blouse and pull down my skirt. The silk is plastered to my chest, and is as transparent as his condom was, showing my nipple nubs and the bumpy areolae. My torn panties are still around my ankle, and I step out of them and give them to the cop as a memento. I reach out my hand and draw him to his feet, and as he pulls up his pants and grabs his belt of police equipment, I lead him over to his cop car and open the door for him. As I gently push him down into his seat, I lean over to give him another lingering French kiss. Adieux, my modern knight in shining ardor. Yes, this is one of the good guys of the world. It is his job to serve and protect. And it is a job well done. 7 Guess Who's Coming At Dinner I want you to meet a few people. You've been such an exhilarating and unexpected part of my life these past few weeks, and it's time to introduce you.... Not to my folks, of course, or any of my other long-term relationships. But there are a few people I've gotten to know only slightly, yet I have a very keen sense that they are sexual adventurers, or that they have a lot of potential for that. I can't say how I know that about them; it's just a strong intuition, as if I could smell it on them whenever I have come in contact with them. Some of them I know from my business, some of them I have met socially. I've never spent more that an hour with any of them. None of them has met any of the others. Yet I understand something about them, something that connects us together, a secret society of libertines that has yet to have a meeting. Until this evening. I have invited all of them (and you, so much you) over to my home for a dinner party. Despite the fact that they know me so little, all have accepted the invite. Perhaps they smell it on me, and can't stay away. It's an unspoken expectation of something thrilling, but no one really knows if the others feel the same thing. I have told only you what I have in mind, and we are the conspiratorial agents of what will to come this evening. We know, and they can only guess. Maybe it will only be idle chat about politics or the weather. Or perhaps their intuitions and fantasies, will be fulfilled tonight. There are to be ten of us, and tonight there is a beautiful gentle snow falling through the velvet black sky. The guests arrive one at a time, and as they shed their coats, I am struck by how easily identifiable each one is. Of the men, one has a beard, one is bald, one has gray hair, one has a pony-tail, and of course you are there. The women are, variously, a blond, a redhead, a woman who is extra voluptuous, and a petite oriental. I announce that tonight we will not use our real names, only these nicknames: for the men-Viking.... Shiny.... Silver.... Tail.... You.... and for the women-Gold.... Fire.... Earth... Light... and Me. Then you explain that there will be no talk of our occupations, or of the weather. It is forbidden this evening. If anyone wants to talk, it must be about dreams and fantasies. "Not to worry, no one will be hurt in any way," I explain, "the purpose of the party is quite the opposite. Tonight, all of you will enjoy a grand feast for your senses. Follow our instructions and you will not be sorry, and you will not soon forget our feast Presenting these people with new names, and stripping them of the sanctuary of their old personae and their normal, vacuous social habits is understandably disconcerting. And our ambiguous hints at what is to come are mysterious at the very least. In particular, I notice that Tail and Gold seem uptight, and I ask them if these rules are acceptable for tonight's party. Their reluctance is quite plain, but they agree to stay, and to trust us. On the other hand, Viking and Light have eagerness showing in their eyes, and Fire is silently talking with a body language that is almost imperceptible, but which I can translate without doubt. She is already getting sexually excited. Her thighs are clenching and unclenching, and her hands are clasped in front of her pubis, ever-so-lightly pressed onto her cunt as the insides of her upper arms press inward, lifting her amble breasts up slightly. I'm sure that this presses her nipples into the weave of her cashmere sweater. There is no doubt in my mind that her panties are already getting damp. Mine are. Finally, having gained the ascent of all the guests, we all sit down on the cushions scattered around the living room. To get the ball rolling, I will describe a fantasy of mine. Lying on my back in the middle of the floor, I proceed to describe what happened to us that warm night in the Caribbean. I leave out no detail as I describe my tingling fears in the darkness that night, my total abandonment, my animal lust, and the unbelievable orgasm. And when I come to the point when the cloud cover breaks and I see you stroking yourself, my audience gasps in surprise. I've been telling the story with my eyes closed as I relive the moments, but now open my eyes and scan the faces of our guests. Almost everyone has a light sheen of perspiration on their brows, but that may be because I have turned up the thermostat to 75 degrees (I'm planning ahead for a lot of nudity). But the men all have tented pants, and the women's nipples point straight ahead through their blouses and sweaters. I am certainly aroused by my own story, and by the act of sharing it with these almost-strangers. And the warmth of the room is making me even hotter, so I simply pull off my turtleneck and expose my erect nipples and flushed breasts to the eager eyes of all. I feel proud to show off my body, and equally proud to display my arousal. As I begin to roll my nipples between my fingers, you announce that you would like to share an erotic tale. And with that, you push some buttons on a remote control. The 35" TV screen comes alive with the videotape that you recorded in Geneva. The scene of me being shaved by the black woman in the tub, and the scene of me being fucking the couple in room 5. There are other parts of the tape showing me and you doing all kinds of wild and kinky things. Some of these scenes I haven't viewed myself. I'm getting so turned on watching this tape, and as I push my pants and panties down off my legs, I look around to see that Fire has removed her sweater and is using it to rub all over her breasts and up to her face. All of the men look uncomfortable, which makes sense because their erections are trapped in their pants. "Please make yourselves as comfortable as I am," I request. And all follow this suggestion. Shirts, pants, and underwear all go flying into a big pile against the wall, and there is no doubt left in anyone's mind that this party will be an orgy. I roll out a large sheet of heavy white paper on the floor and ask Fire and Silver to lie down on their backs with their heads along side each other's, and their bodies in opposite directions. Silver is a little uneasy about being the center of attention, but his erection doesn't diminish as he takes up his position. Fire is raring to go, and she is so turned on. I have to insist that she refrain from fondling her tits and you gently pull her hand away from her crotch. As you do, her wet finger slides out from her cunt lips, and you lick her juices from her finger. As I pull out a few boxes from under the couch, I describe our first activity. GROUP ART. Out of one of the boxes come pastels crayons, and we proceed to trace around Fire and Silver's bodies and to smear the pastels into the paper. The men are circling Fire, and the women are around Silver. There is no avoiding touching their bodies as we gradually fill in the paper with swirls of color, and everyone becomes more and more daring, eventually using the pastels to draw on our "models'" bodies. That's when I pull out the finger paints, and before long, Fire and Silver are covered with glistening, vibrant colors. My hands are the first to reach Silvers upraised erection, and before I smear on the paint, I lean over and take the head of his cock into my mouth and very softly suck as my hand paints his balls with a mix of red and yellow paint. Then I let my lips rise off the tip of his cock, sucking in a few drops of precome, and my mouth is replaced by the fluttering hands of Light, who completely envelops Silvers throbbing cock with lavender paint. As she slowly jacks him off, Gold is kissing Silver, and Earth is rubbing her black paint into the gray hair on his chest, paying special attention to his nipples. No longer shy, Silver is moaning and writhing, spreading his legs apart and pushing his cock up into Light's small hands. She holds her hands flat and rolls his cock between them as if she was making a snake out of clay. The paint is a marvelous lubricant, and she kneads his cock, working particularly on the head. I sit between his legs and reach in between to work the paint into his large, hairy balls, and gently feel the filled eggs in his scrotum. From here, I can look up along his heaving body and the ministrations of the three women, and I can see Fires body being painted by Viking, Shiny, Tail and You. Fire's whole body is a blaze with red and yellow and purple colors, and two of you have securely trapped her hands between your thighs, in an attempt to keep her from helping with the paint job. She is in a trance, it appears, totally in the power of her rampant sexuality. Her breasts and nipples are being rigorously swabbed by the two of you who have her hands trapped, while the other two are massaging her inner thighs and brush the paint into the folds of her cunt with their fingers. Now Shiny accepts Fire's verbal demands and starts to rub the paint onto her clitoris with increasing speed. It is two slippery for him to try to tweak between his fingers, so he strums across her miniature clit-cock with his thumb as Viking' thigh massage moves up and under her cunt, rubbing the bright colors around the lips of her vagina and down around the puckered entrance to her asshole. He takes his pinky and inserts it into her asshole just up to the first knuckle and lets it vibrate. It's hard for all you men to keep in contact with Fire since her body is squirming and heaving. I can clearly see that she is going to have her orgasm, and that reminds me to look down at Silver. His name is no longer applicable, for he is now a swirling rainbow of glossy colors. He too is about to come, and I let both of my hands rise up to the base of his cock and pump up and down as Light continues with her clay snake dance on the hugely swollen head of his cock. Now they are both coming. Fire's hands finally pull free and she reaches down to her knees and pulls them out and back under her as she arches her body up. The men keep up their energetic manipulations of her breasts, clit, and asshole as she bucks and throbs through an intense climax. Simultaneously, Silver clenches his thighs in onto my hips and his whole body clenches and starts to flutter as his cock flexes rhythmically several times in the grasp of the four hands. Then several streams of his come shoot out of the multicolored tip of his cock and arc up onto his chest, mixing with the slimy paint that Earth is still smearing into his chest. Gold lifts her head up from Silver's lips and turns her head down toward his cock, catching one jet of come on her chin, and then correcting her position so that the last jet lands on her outstretched tongue. She eagerly swallows this, and then leans over to Earth, who licks the drooling come off her chin. Silver and Fire are sent off to the showers.... separate showers, so that they won't be delayed too long. The rest of us roll up the paper and quickly clean ourselves at the sink with the pile of towels I have left out. Only two of the ten of us have had any part of our hunger satisfied, and the night is still young. Dinner is yet to be served. You and I have so many other "projects" planned for this group, and no one will leave here unsatisfied. I promise. To be continued. Normally, I would post all 5 parts of this story at the same time... but this is an experiment with a new (to me) server to try to get my stories posted... when I know it works, I'll post all 5 stories, plus repost all 6 earlier stories. NOTE: This story is, of course, for adults only-so don't read it if you don't think you can be mature about it. Reading and writing these stories should be acts of fantasy, and I hope that you can keep your notions of real and fantasy life separate in your mind. I know I can. If you would like to let me know what you think, or if you have a follow-up fantasy (which is something that I REALLY like), you can reach me at SueNH@AOL.com... but I can't promise to return your emails... I do have some other things to do in my real life! I'm hungry, in at least a couple senses of the word. As we all adjourn to the dining room, everyone takes note of the way the table is set. Actually, it covered only with a large sheet of black glossy plastic that blankets a layer of two inch thick foam rubber, with no utensils or plates. In the center is bronze sculpture that is an exact reproduction (much smaller, of course) of the marble sculpture that supported our outrageous fuck session in the basement of the Louvre. You and I recount to our guests the lusty details of that encounter. Our listeners respond to our story with renewed erections of their cocks and nipples. Our first course will be cream of mushroom soup, which I have been keeping warm, but not hot, in the kitchen. I ask Viking to lie on his back on the table, with his legs dangling over the edge. Fire and Silver, who have returned from their showers with dreamy looks on their faces, each grab one of the Viking's legs and support them in a widely spread vee. You instruct Gold to climb up on the table and impale herself on Vikings huge upthrust huge cock, facing away from Viking's head. Although she looks a little nervous about the size of his cock, she is also very eager to become more directly involved, so asks you to help he by loosening her up. As she stands up straight on the table, feet on each side of Viking's hips, you step up to her front side and nibble on her clit while you insert a finger into her cunt hole. As you massage her hot insides and flick at her clitoris, she starts to nod her head back and forth, and her long blond hair sweeps around her. All of the rest of us crowd around, and Viking sits up to squeeze and massage Gold's ass cheeks. You insert a second and then a third finger, and gradually, Gold relaxes her cunt muscles until you are sure that she is ready. I reach in to grasp Vikings cock and point it straight up as Gold's knees flex and she lowers herself down until the fat, blunt tip of his cock nestles in the crimson folds of her steaming hot cunt. By putting my free hand up under her ass, I stop Gold from plunging down further, and I take the head of Viking's cock and brush it back and forth across her clitoris. Her head tips back and her hands fall to the table nestled inside of Viking's moist armpits, supporting her weight. You rub and pinch her bullet-shaped nipples, and I bring her close to an orgasm with Vikings's cock. But I won't let her come yet. Instead, I stop the clitoral massage, and let her drop slowly down the rest of the way onto Viking's cock. Light seems mesmerized by this display of such a huge cock being swallowed up in a tight cunt, and since she is so wonderfully petite, it's easy to imagine how small her cunt must be. She leans in close to watch the cock-sword being sheathed in the cunt-scabbard. So I pick Light to be the first to get her appetizer. As she gets into the vee of Viking's legs, I ladle the warm soup onto Gold's belly, into her belly button. The thick and milky tan liquid drips and streams down into her cunt hair and through the spread folds of her cunt. Before any reaches Viking's huge, hairy balls, I tell Light to have a taste of the soup. She eagerly pushes her face down to the intersection of cock and cunt, and laps up the soup in long tongue strokes, starting at Vikings's balls, up the small amount of his cock that is exposed, and then up through the cleft of the swollen inner lips of Gold's cunt. Light's tongue curls up as it flicks over Gold's clitoris, which is totally exposed in this position. Again and again, Light traces her tongue up through the open vortex of passion as she laps up the cream soup. One of her hands reaches under Viking's balls and forms a flat cup that catches what little soup that escapes her hungry mouth, and when I stop my ladling for a moment, she sucks up the soup in her hand and simultaneously gives Viking's balls a lip massage. Light's other hand is down between her legs, where we can all guess what it is doing to her excited clitoris. Viking and Gold are having trouble keeping still, but I pace the experience to keep them from going over the top. Soon, I have Light step back and then Shiny steps in. I expect him to be uncomfortable with the idea of touching Viking's balls, but within a minute, he matches the action that Light has demonstrated, and eagerly quenches his hunger. After Shiny, I give a turn to each of the other guests. One after another, Earth, Tail, Silver, Fire and you have your fair share of the soup, as I keep the pace of things just at the point where gold and Viking think that they might come..., but I never let it happen. When Gold tries to lift herself up and then back down onto the hard-as-wood cock deep inside her, you reach down from her tits and grab her hips and keep them from moving. When it is my turn at the "soup fountain," Tail takes the ladle and drools the soup into Gold's cunt, and I energetically lap at their balls and cunt, reaching under further to tickle Vikings asshole with my soup-lubricated index finger. When I am satisfied that I have gotten enough soup, I implore you to release Gold's waist, and she immediately starts to piston up and down on Viking's cock. As his cock is revealed each time, I lick up and down on the underside, massaging the long ridge that appears. Just before she drops down I am able to get a quick lick into the inverted vee just under the ridge of the head. It only takes a few strokes like that and both of them are ready to come. I pull Viking's cock forward and out and pull the entire bulbous head into my mouth, while you encourage Gold to rub her own clitoris up and down on the rest of Viking's cock. It is plenty long enough for both my mouth and Gold's clit, and immediately, she begins an intense orgasm. She's been waiting almost a half hour for this as each guest teased her and had his or her fill of the soup. Now she releases her pent-up orgasm. Her whole body starts to shimmy and buck as a couple of people on each side of her support her weight. Her mouth is wide open and her skin is covered with perspiration. My powerful suction on the head of Viking's cock has had its desired effect, as has my fingertip, which has now entered an inch or so into his asshole. I feel his asshole rhythmically clenching onto my finger His hips start to bounce up and down as his bountiful semen shoots up against the roof of his mouth. Non-dairy cream to top off my cream soup! His motion saws the veined upper surface of his cock against Gold's fully exposed clitoris. His hands reach up to cradle Gold's head, and one of his finger's slips into her open mouth, and she starts to suck on it hungrily. Incrementally, over several minutes, their orgasms eventually abate, and Gold lets her body fall back onto Vikings chest. They are both still out of breath and their chests heave to take in air. Many hands wander all over their bodies, rubbing the abundant sweat into the skin. Things have settled down, I ladle streams of the still-warm soup into their open mouths to slake their other hunger, and when they are satisfied, they go off to shower while the rest of us clean up the dining table. Remarkably, hardly a drop of the soup has reached the black plastic table cloth. Everyone is thirsty, and only four of our guests have had the opportunity to relieve the sexual suspense that has been at a high pitch for the rest of us. So we're going to take care of all that now. Earth and Light sit up on the edge of the table, and the men take turns lapping up wine that they dribble down through their cunts. Light provided a dry white Chardonnay, and Earth poured a hearty red burgundy..., perfect matches to their personalities. And they each are so aroused to begin with. Shiny, Tail, Silver, and Viking take turns imbibing the wine and the free-flowing cunt juices, and the rest of us drink directly from the bottles. Within just a few minutes, Light and Earth are brought to the throes of their orgasms. The contrast between their climaxes is startling. The big, voluptuous Earth lets go with a series of hearty grunts and her large breasts swing wildly. She grasps her wide flat nipples and pinches and rolls them so heard that it makes me wince. She looks wild, like a queen of the jungle, or an Amazon queen. At the peak of her orgasm, she grabs Shiny's head, who happens to be drinking from her cunt at the moment, and twists his head down so that she can rub his bald pate into the entire areas of her huge cunt. Clear cunt juices, streaked with wisps of the red wine, coat his entire scalp. On the other hand, Light appears to be so much in control. Her eyes close and her thin lips purse tight. She becomes completely still, except for the tiny fluttering vibrations that course through her muscles. She has stopped breathing. As Tail lightly tickles her clitoris with the tip of his pointy tongue, her orgasm continues for a long time. Thin whimpers escape from her throat. My own climaxes are over in just a few seconds. I swear that Light has been tensed and trembling from her orgasm for more than a minute. Then finally she opens her eyes and takes in a long even breath of air, and she pulls Tail up into a standing position. She leans forward and gives him an incredibly passionate kiss as she bounces her tiny body up into his arms, knees hooked over his hips. She must weigh only 80 or 90 pounds, and Tail can support her easily. His cock curves up from his groin. It is very, very thin, but amazingly long, maybe ten inches, and the curvature is also very extreme. The head of his cock is also longer and pointier than I have seen before. Now that tip is poised just beneath Lights cunt, and she tells Tail to hold still while she tries to fit him into her tiny cunt. Her position astride his standing body leaves her cunt fully open, and she lowers it down so that Tails cock touches the dark vaginal opening. Its shape reminds me so much of a spear, and slowly, Light impales herself on this cock that is perfectly sized for her. Every other cock at this party would simply be too wide. But certainly Tail's cock is too long. We watch as Light continues her descent onto his cock. She moves absolutely evenly, never jerking or bumping as she swallows up a millimeter at a time. Then she stops her slow-motion drop. Perhaps six inches are inside her. Again, her eyes close and her body becomes tense, and I assume that she has taken in as much as she can. I can see her ass cheeks flexing, and we all know that she is deliberately churning her well-trained inner cunt muscles all around Tail's iron-hard cock. His face exhibits a blissful demeanor. Now, to all of our amazement, Light again is descending further down onto Tail's rigid pole. Her self-control is amazing. Eventually, she has sunk her cunt all the way down to the base of Tail's cock. It must reach up inside her so far. After a moment's pause, she pulls herself back up his cock, gradually revealing his slippery cock. It is so tight inside her that the skin of his cock as it comes out of her is almost white, but instantly regains a healthy pink color. Finally she is all the way up to the top, and all 10" are again in sight, only the very tip still left in the entrance of her cunt. This time, she drops back down the length of his cock much more quickly, and then back up. With an accelerating pace, she continues up and down, always rising all the say to the exact point at which his cock might fall away form her, and then all the way back down to the bottom, with her jet black pubic hair mingling with Tail's long brown hair. He spreads his feet apart to gain balance, and his balls hang free, swaying like pendulums. They are hanging down so low and loose, with wispy hair covering them. I drop to my knees behind him with the back of my head against his ass. Then I tip my head back and under until I am looking straight up into their crotches. His balls are drawn into my mouth and feel like peeled soft boiled eggs. My eyes are only inches away from the incredible sight of Tail's long spear appearing and disappearing into the tight grasp of Light's tiny but deep cunt. I keep my balance by holding and massaging Tails muscular but small ass cheeks. Light is moving up and down at and incredibly fast rate, and Tail has to be reminded to keep still. Finally, he can hold back no longer, and I can feel the pulsing in his balls and the muscles of his ass as he pumps his some deep into the heart of Light's belly. Since she has now extra room in her tiny cunt, the semen immediately starts to leak out around her pumping, clenching cunt lips, and I release Tail's balls and bring my mouth up to the juncture of his cock and her cunt. I lap up the come and her juices in long swipes that start at the base of his cock and end up past her buttonhole-sized asshole. She is doing that same trembling thing that she did earlier, while Tail is making yelping sounds like some kind of improvised Native American chant. Sensing that Tail's legs are worn out, I get out from under them just as Tail collapses down onto his back, taking Light down with him to the carpet. She leans forward and nestles her head of black hair on his hairless chest. We let them rest there while we prepare for the next course. Guess Who's Coming at Dinner, Part 4 by Sue I'll admit that my menu for this evening hasn't been particularly balanced, but I'm too worried about a dietitian opinion. Tonight, we are focusing more on sexual fulfillment, and therefore, the next two courses for this banquet will be desserts. I tell Shiny to lie back on the table, which is still slick from the remains of the soup and wine. Shiny has been waiting a long time for his turn at being the center of attention, and I have had to reprimand him several times when I have caught him jerking himself off too vigorously while watching the earlier sexual experiments. His excitement has been absolutely evident for hours, as his cock has been sticking straight out throughout the party. His cock matches the rest of his body perfectly. It is a little shorter and fatter than I am accustomed to, and his bald scalp is mirrored by his absolutely smoothly shaved crotch. Everything is as smooth as a baby's bottom, including his pink and unwrinkled balls. The head of his cock is kind of squashed down and blunt, and the surface of the head is also particularly smooth and shiny. He doesn't have a very pronounced ridge around the head, and the veins on the shaft don't protrude either. All-in-all, Shiny's cock looks so much like a pink bullet.... A bullet with a mind of its own, for it didn't seem able to keep still. As Shiny lies quietly on the table, his cock bobs and sways like a tree in a hurricane. We all circle and stare as this amazing dancing cock squirms and throbs, up and down, left and right, pulsing and throbbing. The piss-hole at the tip of his dick is even winking rapidly open and closed. As we watch, a crystal clear drop of precome rises out of the tip as if squeezed out by a tight fist, yet it is being pumped out by the action of his cock's undulating hula-dance. More precome wells up and begins to drip down the fat shaft. After ten minutes of this amazing demonstration of hands-off cock control, I can resist no longer. I lean over and swallow his cock deeply into my mouth. My lips are stretched wide by the breadth of his cock, and it keeps up its dance within my mouth, chasing my tongue around my sucking cheeks. After savoring all of the precome, I will myself to pull away, and I invite the rest of the women to experiment with trapping the flexing tube of tight, hot flesh in their mouths. While they tease and suckle on Shiny's cock, I bring out the tray of Italian cannolis. These are large tubes of crispy puff pastry, filled with a creamy dark chocolate custard filling. Setting them down next to Shiny, I demonstrate the proper way to eat a cannoli. With one hand, I grip Shiny's cock and succeed in temporarily restraining its dance. Holding the cock straight upwards, I place one end of the cannoli on the end of the broad tip and slowly push down. The wet, pink head disappears into the shell of the cannoli, and as it plunges in, the chocolate filling surges out of the other end, where my eager and hungry mouth gobbles up the tasty treat. Eventually, the chocolate custard is all eaten, and that bullet-tip of Shiny's cock appeared at the top of the shell. I lick the smeared filling off the head, and then drop down another inch and bite off the top of the shell, letting my teeth drag up the smooth skin as I rise up and swallow. Another bite takes off another inch of the shell, and again I let my teeth nibble on Shiny's taughtly erect shaft. By the time I finish the cannoli shell and lick the remains off his hairless crotch and balls, Shiny is panting loudly, and the rest of his body is slick with perspiration. I release my grasp of the base of Shiny's cock, and it resumes its wild undulations. Next Gold has her dessert, using the technique that I had demonstrated. Then Light has her turn, and Shiny is in such a state of excitation that I have to insist that Light to be careful to not let him come yet. She makes sure that her nibbles and lapping are just light enough to keep Shiny at the edge with out going over the top. Her tiny mouth isn't able to encompass the large circumference of Shiny's cock, so she eats her cannoli by munching around the outside. When Earth has her turn, she demonstrates that her Amazonian dimensions also apply to the size of her mouth. After gobbling up the cream filling and nibbling her way down the shell and shaft, she takes Shiny's entire cock into her mouth and again lets it dance around with her tongue. After a moment, she even is able to drop down further, and she lifts his bald balls up and into her mouth. Her thumbs reach under and begin a rhythmic massage of the cleanly-shaved area between his balls and his asshole, and her mouth clamps down on the flexing cock and overfilled balls. Her throat begins a repetitive swallowing action that matches the thumb massage, and within a few moments, we can all see that Shiny has finally gone over the edge. We can't see his cock and balls at all, but Shiny starts to moan and grunt with a rhythm that matches Earth's pumping mouth, throat, and fingers. And his legs and arms become straight and stiff and his toes curl in and under. His eyes are clenched shut and it looks like he might be having some kind of seizure..... a paralysis of pleasure. When he eventually opens his eyes and releases the tension in his muscles, he loudly exclaims that it was worth waiting though all the other courses of this meal in order to experience this kinky and thrilling way to reach his orgasm. The men are still hungry, so the women grab the remaining cannolis and feed them to the men, who use their hands to fondle the breasts and cunts of their attending "feeder." When everyone has had enough cannoli, then we prepare for the final course to our dinner. Have you noticed anything a bit peculiar about the progression of all of these sexual events? First Fire and Silver were featured in the fingerpainting, then Viking and Gold got off while we were all served our soup. Light, Earth, and Tail all reached beautiful orgasms during the wine-tasting, and Shiny was the center of attention when we had our cannolis. Everyone has had an incredible and kinky climax during our dinner party, except for the gracious hosts: you and me. How have we held ourselves back for so long? I wouldn't say that we are famous for our natural restraint!! But the anticipation has been building up throughout the evening, and now we are to have our turn at the "table of delights." Actually, we dispense with the table altogether, and adjourn to the playroom, which is (for this occasion) been emptied of furniture. Stretched over the padded carpet is another piece of the black plastic, which extends up the wall about 12 inches and is tacked into place. It forms a large, waterproof basin the size of the entire room, and it is just what we need for the final course. The ingredients for this course are along one wall, and we ask our guests to use their imaginations to prepare and serve this course however they wish, using us as the platters. We lie down in the center of the floor and immediately start to kiss and fondle each other. You have been stiff and aroused all evening, and numerous times drops of precome have formed on your cock and dried up. Now I apply a little saliva to my palm, so that when I envelop your throbbing cock in my hand, the dried film of precome remoisturizes and forms and incredibly slick and slippery layer of lubricant. It is natural massage oil, and it is wonderfully sensuous to rub and stroke your cock. You seem to be enjoying it too, judging by the pumping motion created by your hips. When you reach over and pull my ass over near your head, I straddle your head. My cunt has been wet and overflowing all evening, and my pubic hair is all matted. You use your tongue to clean up the whole area, sucking my juices from hair and inner thighs. But whenever I try to move my cunt over your mouth, you tease me and continue to lap all around the edges. Finally I feel the tip of your tongue probing and pushing against my clitoris, and I let out a gasp of pleasure and drop my head down onto your groin with my nose against the base of your shaft. The concentrated smell of all that reconstituted precome is exhilaratingly pungent, and I lick some of it from your cock while I continue to stroke the head. Your tongue on my clit moves upward and begins to explore the open entrance to my vagina, at first I am confused when your tongue seems to double, with one part returning to my clitoris, and the other pushing in past my swollen inner lips. Only when it continues inward beyond what seems possible do I realize that it's not your tongue that is burrowing up into my cunt. I turn my head to see Silver kneeling behind me, and he pulls out from my cunt a peeled banana. With a lurid grin on his face, he licks the banana, and then reinserts it deep into my cunt. You are lightly flicking my clitoris with your tongue while Silver leans in and nibbles the end of the banana. I gradually clench down with my cunt muscles, and this slowly expels the banana into the Silver's gobbling mouth. While I rest my head back down on your groin, Viking, Tail and shiny each eat a banana from my cunt, and each takes a little time to stroke it in and out a few times to keep me stimulated. Your attention to my clitoris becomes more and more vigorous, and as the last banana is swallowed up, you suck my clitoris deeply into your mouth. With your teeth protected by your lips, you munch on the base of my clitoris while your tongue flutters hard on the tip. I instantly go over the top, pushing my entire cunt area down onto your face and begin to flail my head around (almost poking out my eye with your rigid cock!). I've been anticipating this orgasm for hours, and the waiting and teasing amplifies and heightens the electrifying sensations. I am totally unaware of my surroundings, of the nine sets of eyes that are glued to the sight of my gyrating rapture. Time and everything else stands still as I am enveloped by the waves of indescribable pleasure. Finally they subside, leaving me full of joy and energy. Even before my orgasm ends, the other women in the group surround your cock and start to squirt whipped cream all over your cock. I would have thought that the magnificent and erotic beauty of your proudly standing cock would have been enough temptation for them. I'm sure that it is, but what the heck, why not decorate it with a bit of sweet creamy foam. As soon as your cock is covered with the whipped cream, four eager mouths fought over the tasty treats, and the bright pink flesh that appears from under the pure white moguls. Light abandons this competition and she lies down between your spread legs Her small mouth envelops your puffy hot balls, and her tiny thin index finger teases your asshole. Eventually she snakes it up into your ass and rubs upward toward the base of your cock. It is just like she was massaging my G Spot, and I've heard that men have something equivalent in their anus. It must be true, for her manipulations have an obvious effect arousing your ardor even more that the three mouths fighting over your cock. Gold also decides to look for more uncompetitive territory to explore, so she moves up your torso and pushes my body up and out of the way. Her mouth finds the hard nubs of your nipples, which are incredibly long, maybe half and inch. She nibbles on one while her fingers pinch and rub the other. Now that I am sitting up, and still straddling your face, your hands grasp my waste and pull me into a position that leaves my asshole directly above your mouth, and you immediately start to investigate the tight little rosebud with your tongue. You alternate between long sloppy slurps across the area, and short hard pokes with your tongue. Gradually, my muscles relax, and you are able to insert your tongue an inch or so into me, and the feeling is different, but absolutely sexual and (maybe best of all) forbidden. All the rest of the men now surround my head and start to jerk themselves off with their cocks pointed straight at me. I reach between the legs of Viking and Shiny and lightly massage their balls, and I playfully lick at the tips of each of the pistoning cocks as they appear and disappear from the crushing grips. Gold takes her hand from one of your nipples and starts to play with my clitoris. With so much going on around my head, I can't see what is happening to your cock, but it is obvious from the way your upper body is heaving that the women are having their desired effects. I too am becoming highly aroused again. And I tell the men that I am going to come soon. They know what I want and speed up the pumping on their rigid cocks. Shiny and Viking seem to be the closest to coming, so I switch my hands over to fondling the balls of Silver and Tail. Everyone is synchronized and ready and I tilt my head back and begin a loud, pulsing moan that signals my own orgasm. Within seconds, all four of the men surrounding me are shooting long sticky strings of milky white semen onto my face, and my open mouth collects as much as it can. I open my throat and let the salty slime run down over my tongue. Your tongue becomes harder and longer and absolutely rigid in my asshole, and I pump myself up and down on it. You too are obviously in the throes of your orgasm, for I can hear Gold urging Earth and Fire to catch the jets of come in their mouths. The men around me continue milking out the last drops of come into their palms, and they take turns massaging this fluid into my puffy and sensitive nipples. We all collapse to the floor with our sweaty limbs intertwined. For now, I'll leave off with this story, for the rest of the become will become an indistinguishable series of connected orgiastic episodes. I pretty sure that the next thing we will do is pour a gallon of maple syrup onto the plastic, and then spin Gold around in a variation of "spin the bottle!" And somewhere along the line the big jar of maraschino cherries will be used for some kinky idea. But I really must leave the rest to your imagination. Perhaps you remember more than I do. All I know for sure is that no one left my home unsatisfied, and they all promised to "come" back soon. 8 Life's a Beach I keep thinking back to that trip we took to that tropical paradise in the Caribbean. My dreams are filled with memories of days and nights of gentle loving and kinky capers. So much sex in such a short period of time... it all runs together in my mind, like your come and my juices did. One of the recollections that keeps recurring is about that day when we were sunning ourselves at the beach. The front of our cottage fronted on a beautiful beach that was wide, white and 6 miles long. From our deck, we could see only a few other people scattered along the length, and none were close by. We walked hand-in-hand out across the sand and set up camp a few yards back from the edge of the lapping waves. You were wearing that tiny black bikini bathing suit that I had bought for you at the boutique, and I was wearing an even skimpier bikini that was hot pink and as transparent as tracing paper. Since you had explained that you weren't interested in soaking up too many rays, we had set up a huge beach umbrella that shaded your beach chair, and I spread my giant towel out right in front of the chair, where the warm sun could wash over me. I arranged myself on my back with my head near your feet and my feet pointing at the surf. After a few minutes of tantalizing chit-chat about our prior evenings encounter with the mysterious native in the pitch blackness of our cottage, we were both starting to get aroused, and the hot sun was putting a sheen of perspiration on my skin. I asked you to help apply my SPF 15 lotion, but when I started to get up so that you could rub it on, you insisted that I should remain in my comfortable recumbent position. Grabbing the lotion, you squatted down next to my legs and rubbed in the lotion, starting with my feet. I closed my eyes as your strong hands massaged the muscles of my calves and toyed with my sensitive toes. It was so tantalizing to feel the slippery lotion lubricating your fingers. Then your hands worked their way up to my knees, and you teased me by tickling the backs of my knees. I restrained myself from giggling, and the ticklishness turned into something vaguely erotic. Continuing upward, you began to massage my thighs, and I began to anticipate what it would feel like when your hands ascended to my moistening cunt, only inches "north" of where you were. I tingled with expectations. Now, I know you well enough to realize that predictability is not to be expected from you. But in those early days of our relationship, I didn't realize that you were so creative. So when you pulled away from me and stood up, I started to whine at you to come back and apply the lotion to my upper thighs, which I spread apart a little to give you an idea of where I really wanted you to pay attention. But you silently answered my pleas with a stern look that let me know that I shouldn't try to boss you around. I was pleased to see your gaze slide down my body and alight upon my bikini bottom. My sparse cunt hair was trimmed very close in so that it didn't show around the edge of my bikini, but the material was so thin that the hair was visible as a texturing of the fabric. And my labia formed two distinct ridges that bracketed the moist vertical smear of moisture that had seeped out of my aroused cunt. As you stared, I spread my legs a bit further and tipped my hips up so that you could see my barely clad cunt even better. Then you stepped back over to your beach chair and scootched it forwards so that the set was directly over my face. I couldn't see what you were doing, but suddenly I felt splatters of cool thick liquid splash onto the skin of my tummy. At first I had the thought that you had had an orgasm and had shot your semen onto my stomach... but of course, you had only had a few seconds to accomplish this, and the liquid was too cold to have come from your cock. Then I felt the soles of your feet begin to smear the creamy liquid around on skin, and I realized that you had squirted the tanning lotion onto me. As your feet started to gently rub the lotion around my torso, more fat dollops of the cream spewed onto my breasts, my shoulders, my thighs and my crotch. Your feet wandered up to my breasts and the toes slipped in under my bikini top, pushing the lotion all around my tits. The big toe on each foot zeroed in on my lengthening nipples, and then you began to clench your toes under, capturing and gently squeezing my nipples with the toe and ball of each foot. The milking action was unusual and exotic, and it made me squirm and shiver. I reached up and fondled your calves as your feet came out from under the bikini top and spread the lotion around my shoulders and then down the bumpy surface of my ribs. I felt fresh spurts of the lotion falling randomly on my body. Your right foot slithered up to my tummy and dipped into the pool of thick cream that had formed in my belly button. Then those toes descended further until they reached the low- slung waste band of my bikini panties, and then dove under the edge. Your toes entwined themselves in my pubic hair, and you were able to bend your big toe down enough to spread apart my labia and press onto the hard nub of my clitoris. But within a few seconds, you pulled your foot out and caught a fresh puddle of lotion and then pushed back into my panties. A few more swabs like that and my bikini and crotch were absolutely soaked with greasy, slippery lotion, and more squirts of the lotion rain down on the outside of my panties, and onto my thighs. Finally, you pull your foot up and out over my crotch and down so that the heel was rubbing my cunt area through the saturated thin material. The lotion pooled and dripped everywhere, and your fat and solid heel ground firmly into my slickened crotch, spreading the lips outward under the fabric so that the inner lips and my erect clitoris are exposed to the welcome and relentless pressure. Although my head is still trapped under the chair, I could easily imagine the view you have, with the radiant pink material of my bikini almost transparent, revealing the equally pink color of my engorged flesh. My hands gravitated to my own breasts, and I push the top out of the way and use the ample supply of lotion to give my nipples and areolae a deep and satisfying massage. Your foot lowered itself down so that your heel rests on the towel, and your Achilles tendon was held in the passionate embrace of my crotch. My hips began an instinctive up and down motion that rubbed my barely-sheathed clitoris up and down on that slippery and unbendably rigid rod of tendon. As I squeezed and twisted my nipples harder and harder, I humped your leg faster and faster, bearing down relentlessly with an animal urgency. I wasn't long before my orgasm caught me up in its surge of pulsing ecstasy that was sustained by the pounding rhythm of the crashing waves. Only as the intensity of the orgasm abated did I become aware of a new sensation: a drip-drip-drip of lotion dropping onto one of my sensitized nipples. It brought me back from dreamland with a fresh and rising sexual desire. Deep as it was, this pleasure was not going to be the end of our carnal play for the morning. I pushed up hard on the bottom of your chair's seat, and surprised you by flipping it over backwards, leaving you sprawled on the white beach. The sand coated your sweaty body in splotchy patterns, and then you jumped up and raced into the water, vaulting over an incoming wave and knifing head-first into the surf. I stood up to follow, and it took a moment to get over the post-orgasmic dizziness. I stumbled into the water like a drunken sailor, and a big wave knocked my legs out from under me. With a big breath of air held in my lungs, I let my body go limp and felt the incredible poser of the churning water tumble my body around like a rag doll in a clothes drier. The cool water perked up my senses, and I pushed up off the sandy bottom and shot up into the air with my arms reaching toward the sun. When I came back down, I swam underwater and snuck up to where you were standing and pulled your skimpy bathing suit down to your knees. We spent the next 15 minutes chasing and teasing each other until we were cold and exhausted. Then we strode up onto the beach and back to our chair, table and umbrella. By now the sun had moved so that the shade was on the blanket, so you lay down with your head toward the water and your feet under the chair. Since there was no one else near us on the beach, you agreed to take off your bathing suit, and this revealed your cock. I know you didn't really appreciate it when I told you that it looked particularly cute right then, but that's what I kept thinking of. The cold water had shrunk your cock up much smaller that usual, and it stuck straight out from your crotch. This contrasted with your balls, which were filled with come that had accumulated during your lotioning of my body. The skin of your balls was stretched tight and smooth over the swollen eggs. It looked somehow cherubic and beautiful. As I leaned over to examine it closely, your cock started to grow. It happened so slowly that it was almost like trying to watch a flower bud open. But millimeter by millimeter, the water-shrunken cock, grew fatter and longer. It lay over to one side and started to stretch out toward your hip, and then the head kind of rolled and slithered along your tummy until it pointed up to your belly button. Still it continued to lengthen, nourished my eager and riveted stare. Just as the tip looked like it was going to try to fuck your navel, the whole length of your cock twitched and jerked up into the air, hovering and convulsing an inch or so above your tummy. When I saw that, I knew that it was beckoning me to do more than gaze upon its magnificent beauty. I grabbed our second (and last) bottle of sun lotion and squirted it down onto your rigid cock. As the cool liquid reached its target, your cock involuntarily bobbed and weaved, as if it was trying to hide from the squirting lotion. Just as you had done for me, I hosed the lotion all over your torso, thighs, and balls, and then used the soles of my feet to cradle the length of your cock. I began to give you a satiny foot job with my well-lubricated feet. I probed around the ridged edge of the head with my toes, and then massaged up and down the raised tube that runs up the entire length. I also pushed your cock back and forth across your stomach, swabbing around the lotion as if your cock was a windshield wiper. With one foot, I lightly prodded and swirled your heavy balls. When I thought you were starting to get too excited, I asked you to slide your whole body further under the beach chair, so that your cock was directly under the seat, just where my head had been earlier. While you did that, I stood up and removed my wet bikini bottom, then sat back in the chair. This was one of those beach chairs that has those flexible plastic strips running side to side, forming the seat. I was able to push some of the strips forward, and others back, so that my ass could hang down through the seat by a couple of inches. At the same time, I could hook my knees up and onto the wooden arms of the chair. This spread my ass cheeks and my cunt lips wide open. It didn't take much imagination on your part to see what I had in mind. You reached in under the chair and lifted your greasy cock straight up. My cunt was so close that you had to bend that rigid piece of meat to get it past my pubic hair and my clit, and then the head of your cock reached my open vagina, and you released it. Without doing anything, your cock pushed up into me two or three inches. That wasn't enough for either of us, and you immediately started to lift and drop your ass, stabbing your long and hard cock up into my avaricious cunt. In my position, I really couldn't move much, so I left it for you to fuck me, which you did with great passion and enthusiasm. It was so marvelous to be fucked by your huge cock while I gazed out over the ocean. The sounds of the waves were mesmerizing. Your cock filling my cunt was the only place that we were touching each other. I reached down through the slats of plastic and rubbed my clitoris with one hand, and the other reached even further under and I let my first and second fingers scissor around the exposed part of your cock, applying even more squeezing pressure to your hard cock as it plunged deep in and out of my wide-open vagina. That was just what you needed; within moments, you began an intense and convulsive orgasm. I looked down at your face and saw a grimace that might have been mistaken for extreme pain, if I didn't know better. Your hips thrust fiercely up into me, bumping the entire chair up and down. Your final thrust left you paralyzed in an arched position, buried in my cunt as deeply as you could. After half a minute, your body collapsed back down to the towel, and only your cock's head was left inside me. My rapid flicking of my clitoris finally had its desired effect, and I was wracked by my second orgasm of the day. The spasms in my body were most conspicuous inside my vagina, and the muscles contracted and squeezed out much of the huge load of come that you had deposited. I could feel it flood down out of me and around the head of your cock, down into your matted pubic hair. And finally, as your cock shrank more and more, the head pulled out and your cock flopped back down onto your stomach, thoroughly wet and satisfied. I let my feet drop back down onto the sand and tipped my head back. Within minutes you and I had fallen into deep sleep, filled with kinky dreams of what might occur during the rest of our vacation. It's fortunate that we applied the sunscreen so liberally, for as the sun continued to move across the sky, we each got our share of the sleepy rays I fell asleep wondering whether any of the other people on the beach would walk by during our nap. What would they have seen-my cunt dripping semen down through the slats of the chair, onto your limp cock, which was coated with streaks of already-dry come-or would they just have paid attention to the smug and satisfied smiles on our faces? Upon our awakening, my curiosity was satisfied. On the towel next to your head was a note: "We are glad to see that you are enjoying your vacation. But you are obviously running low on sun tan lotion. If you like some more, stop by our villa. We are three houses down the beach from your place. Come by anytime, and come as often as you can. Drinks are served at 5:00 PM. It's been a pleasure seeing you!.................Alice and Joe." Mmmmmm, sounds good, and the lotion is so expensive down here. We'll have to check out their offer. 9 Slippery When Wet I have a Jacuzzi at home that I use when I am relaxing, and also when I want to masturbate while reading sexy stories from the Internet. But it is really just a glorified bathtub with jets, not something that you and I have had much success at enjoying together. It is just too cramped for more than one person at a time. On the other hand, the spacious Jacuzzi that they have at the local fitness center has been a place that you and I have fantasized about. During regular open hours, we have been there together, and have sat in the huge tub, stealing quick gropes and occasionally sneaking our hands into the crotch of each other's bathing suit. But there is no privacy. We have never been there when we have had the tub to ourselves for more than a few minutes. You have obviously been talking to your friend George about some of our fantasies of the big Jacuzzi, because he has offered you a favor. He is the manager of the fitness center, and he has given you a key to the place so that we can go there after closing time and use the Jacuzzi. So here we are in the parking lot of the center, watching the last few members walking out the door. It is past midnight, and the windows of my Miata are steaming up as we fondle away the time. Your hand is inching up from my knee, past the hem of my skirt, and as I spread my knees as much as I can in this constricted space, your fingers curl up past the edge of my skin-tight silk panties. You graze over my sparse cunt hair, which tickles me. When your fingertips slide down into the wet slice of my cunt, I am frustrated by not having room to open myself to your touch. But it doesn't matter, since now you pull your hand away and direct my attention to the big glass front doors of the fitness center. There is George, flipping off the light switches, gradually darkening the building. Then he exits through the doors, setting the locks, and strides down the sidewalk to his car, waving once in our direction. After a few moments of last second indecision (it looks so dark it there), we get out of my Miata and silently walk across to the doors, where you quickly unlock the doors and then relock them after we are inside. Not a word passes between us. Something about the sneakiness of this makes for a spooky and hushed mood. Once we round the corner of the hallway and are out of sight of the driveway, we each light one of the candles that we had brought along, and we head down the stairs to the Jacuzzi room. I grip your hand tightly to help ward away the small but gnawing fear in my stomach. It is hard to explain my fear, since this is a quiet suburban community, and my head tells me that this is a totally safe place to be. But the flickering shadows and the late hour are nevertheless kind of scary. And it making me horny, too. Being teased so briefly in the car got me started. Actually, I have been somewhat aroused all day since you called me this morning to tell me that we could use the Jacuzzi by ourselves tonight. I had to use great self-discipline to keep from reaching down under my desk at work to give myself a quick little orgasm. But I could feel the moisture in my crotch all afternoon and evening, and after many hours of being a little high on the anticipation, I know that the flesh of my cunt has become swollen and sensitive, and that my clitoris has puffed up and pushed out from the lips of my cunt, so that I could even feel it rubbing against the silk of my panties as I walked. My hard nipples have jutted out through the filmy material of my bra, and I know that they are visible to anyone who looks. So I have been stimulated all day, and now the skittish edge that comes from fear is actually serving to build up on my arousal. I don't use the word "horny" to describe myself very often; I suppose that it sounds somewhat crude to me. But that is exactly what I was feeling-scared and horny. I knew that I would be able to stuff my feelings of horror so that I could enjoy the fruits of my awakened lustiness. So as we get to the door to the Jacuzzi, my palms are sweaty with this mix of emotions, and I pull you around and press the entire length of my body up against yours, pushing you against the door. I spread our hands out straight to either side of the door, and we grip the candles together. I kiss you hard, mashing my lips against yours, pressing the red flesh against our teeth, then stabbing my tongue deep into my mouth. For the moment, I am the aggressor, as I rub my breasts into your chest, and then slowly lower myself down your body, unbuttoning your shirt and pulling it to the side. Continuing lower, I am letting my nipples, which are encased in the thinnest of blouse and bra, drag over the rough material of your shirt and jeans. When my knees touch the carpet, my head is even with your crotch. I kiss at the elongated hump in your pants. It extends at an angle from the base of your fly down along your right thigh. I realize that you must not be wearing underwear. That is what allows your semi-hard cock to extend in that direction. After planting kisses along your sheathed cock's length, I press my lips to the end of your cock and force moist, hot breath through the denim and onto your sensitive cock. I can feel your cock becoming harder, and it strains to pull upwards. But it is held in place by your tight jeans and by my mouth. The denim is now soaking wet in the place that I am kissing, and I realize that it is not only my hot breath that is making the moisture. You are dripping precome, and I lick your jeans and can taste the salty liquid. Mmmm, that is so good, so sexy. I can't wait any longer. Leaving both candles in your hands, I reach up to unbutton your jeans, and then yank down the zipper. I am in a hurry now, and I pull down your pants to your knees all at once. Your cock is released from its constraints and forcefully flips upwards against my chin, and then bounces up to the side of my face. Pulling back, I kiss the tip of your cock once, drawing in a string of clear come, and then I fasten my lips around the taught head and suck in hard, literally pulling my lips down the long shaft. Bit by bit, I am drawn down toward your thick pubic hair. I feel the bumps and ridges of veins with my tightly puckered lips as I let my gaze rise up over your hard stomach, your hairy chest, your tiny erect nipples, and then all the way up to your face. You have apparently unbuttoned your shirt. My eyes lock onto yours as my suction pulls my lips all the way into the bristly hair at the base of your cock. My nose is nestled into that hair, and as I release my suction to get a breath of air, I breathe in the exciting, musky scent. The head of your cock rests all the way at the back of my tongue. I bring up one hand to cup and fondle your balls, and my fingertips prod rhythmically at the root of your cock, in the area between your balls and your asshole. This makes your entire cock throb and dance in the hot cavern of my mouth, and the tip of my tongue curls up to massage the tube-like ridge running along the bottom of your cock. I can tell from the dreamy look in your eyes that you really like what I'm doing. Perhaps too much, I realize, since we haven't even opened the door to the Jacuzzi yet. But what the hell. I know that you are good for more than one load of semen tonight. You must have been aroused all day like I was. So instead of pulling my mouth off of your cock so that we can go enjoy the Jacuzzi, I clamp down harder, and then start to snap my neck forwards and back, so that I am truly fucking your cock with my mouth. Each time I pull back to your head, I let my tongue slurp in a circle around the crown, and poke lightly into your pisshole. Then back down to the base again, with an increasingly rapid tempo. I slip one of my feet around so that I can rest my weight on it, and it immediately presses up through the material of my skirt and I can feel the pressure of my Achilles tendon as my pistoning on your cock causes my crotch to rock back and forth. It's not enough to let me reach a climax, but it brings me to an even higher level of arousal. I though I was horny before! Now I have your hard long cock fucking deep into my sucking mouth, and I am juggling your balls in my palm as I toy with that sensitive spot near your asshole. My heel is driving into my cunt, squashing my labia and my bulging clitoris into the soaking wet silk. I am hot as can be, sweating with exertion and lust. Oh, it feels so good, and I can see that it feels great for you too. Looking into your face, I can see that your eyes are now unable to focus, and then they clamp shut and your face becomes twisted. You are panting quickly, and sharp, high-pitched moans escape from between your lips. For my part, I speed up my pistoning even more, so that my hair is flipping around my cheeks and onto your thighs. Just as I anticipate your orgasm is truly arriving, I draw back my head a few inches from your cock, and bring both of my hands up to jack your shaft. The copious saliva that I have left behind mixes with more of your precome, making for a wonderful lubrication, and I squeeze hard with both hands. Your cock is so hard and long that even using both hands, I am only able to cover half of the wet skin. Propelled my the vigorous milking of my hands, the first jet of your cream shoots out from the tip of your cock, and traverses the gap, splattering over my outstretched tongue. When I close my mouth to savor and swallow your come, the next two jets target on my nose and chin. I crane forwards and rub my face into your still throbbing and drooling cock. The slimy mix of greasy come and saliva is swabbed all over my face, and then I kiss and lick at your cock to clean off the salty and tangy mix. Gradually your cock loses its hardness, and your knees buckle. You slide down the wall and end up sitting on the floor. I stand up and tell you to pull out of your reverie or I'll go home and enjoy my own Jacuzzi by myself. But we both know that this is an idle threat. And with that, I gently push your soft body out of the way and open the door to the tub room. It is almost pitch black in there, with only the light of the candles shining indirectly through the small window in the door. Plucking up my courage, I enter the room and let the automatic door close behind me. It only takes me 30 seconds to pull off all of my clothes, finally peeling the wet crotch of my panties out from between the swollen lips of my labia. I try to get into the Jacuzzi quickly, but when I am standing in the middle of the tub, the water is so hot that I have to stop for a few seconds to rebuild my determination. Then I let my leg muscles go soft, and my body drops quickly the rest of the way into the steaming water. I push myself over to the side and manipulate the controls, starting up the bubbles and jets. A couple of red lights come on under the surface, creating even more of an erotic mood. I'd never paid much attention to those lights before, since the bright overhead flourescents had always been on when we'd been in this tub before. I position myself on one of the underwater benches so that a jet is aimed up into my cunt. I have to force myself not to inch closer and closer to this surge of pleasure-giving water. But I still trust that you will be joining me in the tub, so I hold back. Still, I spread my legs wide, hooking one foot up and over the edge of the tub. The pulsing jet washes over my cunt, and my cunt hair and my labia waft around in the current. God, I've been mentally and indirectly stimulated for more than 12 hours, and now I am finally having some direct stimulation, no matter that I am keeping it mild. But it feels so good. I wonder how long I could stand being at this level of excitement. What if I was constrained from moving, so that this limited plateau of pleasure just went on indefinitely? While I am thinking about that, the door opens, and in your come. You are much as I left you, standing there with your pants down around your ankles and your shirt pulled open to reveal your chest. Your cock is still limp, and glistens wetly in the red light. As I watch, I see a final dollop of your come ooze out of the tip and ever-so-slowly stretch out and falls to the floor, leaving a pearly white string that connects back up to your cock. Within seconds, the string breaks. But what to do. Your cock is too soft to be useful to me. I need to encourage you to bring it back to life. I ask you to take off the rest of your clothes, and then to stand on the floor next to where my foot is hooked over the edge of the tub. When you are there, I reluctantly let my hips arch upward and away from the warm and welcome jet of water. My cunt rises like Atlantis, so that it is just barely out of the water. Reaching under my rear, I re-aim the jet to point upwards more. Now it is directed at my asshole. At first, my cheeks involuntarily clench tightly closed, but gradually, I let the tension ebb out of the muscles, and the jet of water is able to play right onto and even into my ass. Doing this is wonderfully kinky, fitting right in with the randy horsiness that I am still feeling strongly. Now I let my fingers inch their way up into my cunt, where I languorously play around in the wet folds. I am enjoying all of this for myself, but I especially am trying to bring you and your cock back to life. Looking straight up, your body rises up above me like a magnificent statue on a pedestal. As I broadly massage my cunt and let the jet probe into my ass, I know that I am putting on a show for you. My breasts are made weightless by the buoyancy of the water, and they float around lazily on my chest. My nipples are hard as pencil erasers, and poke up and knife through the surface of the water like swarming shark fins. After a few minutes, I begin to have the desired effect on you (and myself as well). At first, it is just a barely discernible twitch of the head of your cock, but eventually, I can see the length begin to grow down toward my reclining figure. You grasp the pliant yet firming stalk and begin to slowly milk it, making it harder and harder. Everything looks red in this crimson shimmering light, but the head of your cock is certainly darker and almost purple colored. When your erection reaches 3/4 hardness, you kneel down and swing your legs into the tub, and hop in. The depth of the water puts your balls in the water, and your cock just north of that. Standing between my wide-spread thighs, you playfully twitch the muscles of your stomach, which makes your cock spring up and then flop down, slapping the water. You edge your feet forwards, and your cock splashes closer and closer to the junction of my legs. I use my fingers to spread my pubic hair and my outer labia, so that when you are finally close enough, your cock slaps down gently into the wet, pink valley of my cunt. Another couple of inches forwards, and the head of your cock touches down on my clitoris. It's the most subtle of caresses, but it strikes me like an electric shock. My hips jerk up sharply, and then settle again. You grasp the bottom half of your now fully hard cock in one of your hands. This allows you to fully control the motion of your cock, and you begin to swipe it back and forth over my entire cunt. Then you mimic the slapping motion that you had before, only more forcefully, so that you bring the head of your cock down hard onto my clitoris. When you get the positioning just right, the tip of your cock actually flips over the tip of my clit, strumming it like a bass guitar string. Although your thigh now blocks the most of the full force of the jet on my ass, my anus is still wide open, and I can feel the bubbles and currents tickling that forbidden spot. I am now at an even higher plateau of pleasure. I wouldn't have thought it possible to be this euphoric and passionate, but you and I are able to maintain it like this for minute, after minute, after minute...... Finally, my moment arrives, and I am transported into an unbelievable orgasm that feels like I have become the swirling waters of the Jacuzzi: hot, twisting, effervescent with tiny bubbles, connected to everything in the world, primal, surging, and cresting as huge waves. It is wonderful and erotic and ultimately indescribable. I have no idea how long my climax maintains itself, but you keep up the strumming over the tip of my clitoris until I finally let loose of my labia and push your cock away. There's only so much that I can stand, and that was twice my limit. After my frenetic orgasm, I need a few minutes of quiet to clear my head. So I reach over to the controls and turn off the jets and the bubbles. Silence. My head buzzes in the aftermath of my climax, and I let the arch of my hips come down, and then unhook my foot from the side. My body floats easily on the surface with you still standing between my spread thighs. Your cock juts straight outwards from your crotch, and the head probes undemandingly into my cunt hair. You know enough to give me the time I need to recover. With all that has happened over the last half hour, the fear that I had felt in the hallways has completely dissipated. Suddenly it returns, for the silence of the moment is broken by the faint thumping of feet on the stairs. The white light of a flashlight glimmers in the window of the door, getting closer and closer. You reach across me to hit the switch of the underwater lights, hoping that the unwanted intruders will walk past and down to the locker rooms. My breath is caught in my throat, and I rise to my feet and hug you tightly, somehow seeking your protection. The footsteps (it seems like more that one person, and now we can here their hushed voices) stop in front of this room, and the doorknob turns. The door opens. The beam of light plays around the room and then aims right at us. We are blinded by the glare, and have no idea who is there in the room with us. The beam lowers slightly, so that it is shining directly at the water level. Then, to our surprise, we hear a giggle and then another. We can see the profile of three people standing just inside the door. I'm still scared, but there is something about the giggling that seems far from ominous. You summon up the courage to say something. You ask them to shine the light away from our eyes, and to turn on the overhead lights. When they do, we can see that the intruders are actually 3 young men, maybe college age or younger. They are dressed in swim suits and are dripping wet. Hardly anything to be scared of, I think, since you are much larger and stronger than any two or three of them combined. One of them nervously blurts out that they thought they would have the place to themselves, and that they are sorry to interrupt. Another one says something that we are obviously enjoying the Jacuzzi more than they could have. That is when I suddenly get over my shock at their intrusion and realize that you and I are standing there stark naked, and that they can see from your huge erection that we are doing more than just relaxing in the warm waters. Fear seems to stimulate you sexually much as it does me. In fact, I can't help but notice that my tingle of arousal is still with me, unquenched by my orgasm. In fact, I can't avoid the fact that I'm still horny as hell! Glancing down, I can see that my nipples are still hart and pointy. After a few moments of awkwardness, one of the boys says that he should explain what they are doing there. I can tell that they are kind of scared too. Of course! They aren't supposed to be in the building. It turns out that they hid in the weight room until after closing time. They had spent the last hour cavorting in the pool in the dark. It was sort of a lark, done on a dare, but it turned out that swimming in the dark had been a lot of fun. But they had finally gotten cold, so they were coming down to take hot Jacuzzi to warm up before sneaking out and going back to the dorm. They were freshmen at the nearby college. They begged us not to turn then in to the college's disciplinary authorities. They assumed that we were owners or managers of the athletic center. Otherwise, what would we be doing here so late at night. Funny how suddenly the tables have turned. We thought we were in danger, but it turns out that these three young men are the ones feeling danger. During their long explanation, you and I continue standing and facing them, arms around each other's back. I'm not sure why we don't at least slip down into the water, but I guess that it gives us more of a feeling of power to be standing. No that's not really it, is it. I can tell by looking down at your cock that you are getting off on making these boys squirm, and that you are showing off your magnificent body and your gorgeous girlfriend. And they are eager to be shown. At least their eyes are glued to my body, sweeping eagerly up and down my exposed glories. My cunt is just below the surface, but my wispy cunt hair is floating on the surface, and their eyes keep getting stuck on this spot. Perhaps they are hoping to part the waters like Moses so that they can see the Promised Land. thoughts like that bring a smile to my face. When they have finished explaining, they start to excuse themselves so that they can leave us in peace. But they are not rushing to the door. They seem to be waiting for us to tell them that they can leave and that we won't get them in trouble. Instead, you absolutely astonish them by telling them that they had better do something to get warmed up (they are shivering like crazy). Something like getting in the Jacuzzi like they had originally planned. All three of them let their jaws drop open in shock, yet still they didn't make a move, either out of the room or into the tub. So I took the initiative by walking through the water over the edge of the tub closest to them. Looking up into their faces, I asked them to please join us. Something about being asked nicely by the object of their yearnings was enough to convince them, and finally they broke their frozen poses and started to walk up to the Jacuzzi. When the first boy started to squat down to get into the water, I reached out with my hand and grabbed his foot to stop him. He looked at me with confusion painted across his face. I then told the three of them that it would be more appropriate if they dress for this occasion the same way that you and I were dressed. That's what friends would do, and we were hoping that they might become our friends. Of course, it was obvious that I meant "undress." I gave the boy's foot a squeeze, then let my fingertips run up his shin to his knee. He looked over to his two other buddies, and it took almost 30 seconds for them to decide. While we all waited, you came up behind me and hugged me from behind. You're bending your knees slightly, your cock slid between my ass cheeks and forwards through my crotch. The head of your cock poked so far forwards that I could look down and see the tip stirring around in my cunt hair. Finally, they said what the hell, and stood in a row right in front of me and peeled down their swim suits. They were all wearing big baggy trunks, so I had no idea what would be revealed until the suits were down low enough. What a feast for my eyes. These guys weren't jailbait, but they weren't much over that. Their bodies were lean and almost hairless, so that I could see their balls unobscured by pubic hair. And best of all, their cocks were so young and strong. These guys had erections that seemed like they were made out of polished hardwood. They arched upwards like Arabian scimitars, and there was just no sag. But there was movement. These three cocks that loomed above me are throbbing and pulsing as if they had a life of their own. Yet somehow, impossibly, these cocks gave me the impression of being virginal. I know that this was unlikely, but that's what they looked like in their smooth, white, tight skinned beauty. There was no doubt in their minds now that our invitation to get in the tub was to be more that just a social occasion. But as they were getting into the Jacuzzi, I was glad that to hear you telling them that this was going to be the time of their young lives, but that we had one rule. You told them that you were the only one that would actually get to fuck me. They would certainly get to have as much pleasure as they could stand, that I would touch them, jerk them off, suck their cocks, fondle their balls.... But actual fucking was your territory alone. I suppose that they are a bit disappointed at hearing the no-fucking rule, but on the other hand, it was now completely out in the open that this was about sex. In fact, your direct use of the word "fuck" was like a button that has been pushed, both for them and for me. Fuck..... Fuck.......FUCK..... It is just the word to match the word "horny" that I had been saying to myself all evening. I want to be fucked. Not made love to. I want to suck cock. I want to play with their balls. I want to have their hot sperm shooting all over my body. This is going to be absolutely the ultimate in how to quench my hunger for horny sex. You take charge of arranging us. It is not easy to position four men and a woman so that satisfaction can be guaranteed. First, you have me return to my floating-on-my-back position, and you return to standing between my legs, holding my hips to keep me afloat and to keep me from drifting away. My head is over one of the underwater benches at the edge. Then one of the young stud kneels on the bench to each side of me. This way, their cocks are above water and pointing right at my head. The third guy perches his ass right on the cushioned rim of the tub, and he bends his cock downwards with his hands so that it is directly over me. Cocks everywhere. I am surrounded. Within inches of my face are the three monumentally hard white cocks that are waiting for attention. And I can feel your cock insistently prodding at my cunt. I willingly spread my legs again to let you in. And in you go, all at once, plunging all the way in one quick stab. Usually, I need a slower approach to accustom myself to your thickness. But tonight I'm ready, as ready as I've ever been. I've been waiting for this since this morning's phone call, and as the hours have passed, I've only become more ready. Just as my mouth sucked your cock hard into my mouth a while ago in the hallway, I feel sure that my vagina is drawing you in with a vacuuming force. You have no choice but to fill me with that big cock. And speaking of big cocks, I've got plenty to choose from. The boys are getting impatient. All three are lightly stroking their erections, and the two to my sides are nudging my cheeks. I turn to one of them and nibble on the tip. I tongue the pisshole. I bare my teeth and let them lightly rub over the taught skin, catching on the rim of the head. I let my lips wrap around the head, while my tongue is flicking around and around the entire crown. He is still pumping away on the base of his cock, and I encourage him to give me more of his solid meat. It is so hot and firm in my mouth. I can almost imagine that it will explode like a balloon if the skin becomes any more taut. I now push down further onto his incredibly long shaft, and my lips bump against his fingers, forcing them to make room for my hungry, slurping mouth. He is left with only a finger and his thumb gripping at the root of his cock, but even then, he continues to squeeze and milk his shaft, making the head bump repeatedly against the roof of my mouth. I slurp and gobble, tasting his precome as it slides around in my mouth. It tastes subtly different than yours, I realize. Less salty, more sweet. Something about his being so young, I wonder. While I am gobbling on this one hunk of hard flesh, I am able to reach up with one hand to tickle my fingers over the surface of the cock directly overhead. And with the other hand, I reach under the cock of the boy on my other side and fool around with his balls. Both of these guys are also pumping away at their cocks with increasing speed. So eventually, I switch from sucking the stud on my right to the one on my left. I give him some of the same treatment, and his precome is already flowing when I start. It is also more sweet than yours, maybe more watery too. And so much of it. Speaking of you...., you have kept your cock completely buried in my cunt while this is going on, but you haven't moved it in and out. Nevertheless, I can feel it throbbing and twitching inside me. Now you pull it most of the way out and begin thrusting in and out just an inch or so. In this position, you have just the right angle to stimulate my G spot. You certainly know what you are doing. You are giving that most sensitive bump a deep massage, and it is doing quite the number on me. Your hands on my hips begin to give my ass cheeks an equally deep massage. You know me so well. You touch me so deeply, so thoroughly, so passionately. I am now going back and forth between the two guys on each side of my head, giving them hot, wet sucks. And the guy over my head has crunched forwards and down, so that his balls are easier for me to reach. He seems to be frustrated that his friends are getting the blow jobs, so I stop for a minute to tell him not to worry, that his time will come. That satisfies him as I continue to lightly juggle his huge balls. They are hanging down so low and are right in front of my eyes. Unlike your balls, they are hairless and almost smooth. Now the boys on each side are obviously getting close. I am trying to adjust the amount of stimulation that I give each of them so that they will climax simultaneously. Again I stop for a moment to explain that I want you and the two guys at my side to all come at once. Back to sucking and squeezing and driving these guys crazy. And back to getting fucked. You are finally giving me the "hard and deep" fucking that I really need more than anything. I hook my legs around your hips to keep from being pushed right into the wall of the Jacuzzi. I dig my heels into your back and pull you all the way in, then release you so that you can rear back for the next thrust. One of your hands has worked down and around my ass cheek, so that you can tickle at the rim of my asshole. That feels just right, getting banged so hard by your cock while being teased so lightly by your finger. Faster and faster you go, and harder and harder I suck. These two boys are ready to go. So I let go of the guy over my head and use one hand on each of the cocks beside my head and start to pump them both as hard and fast as I can. I shout at you to pull my body up out of the water, and my breasts and stomach rise up clear. And then I can feel a different, familiar kind of throbbing in the cocks in my hands. They are going to come. It is about to happen. They both start grunting, and so do you. It sounds like a cage full of apes. I start shouting at them, imploring them to do it. Go ahead. Squirt that sweet come all over me. Cover me with hot cream. Drown me in your spendings. You get the message and pull your cock out of my grasping cunt, just as it spews forth with the first jet of semen. It arches up over my cunt and navel, splattering across my heaving belly. Moments later, the two boys get inspired by your example, and my milking, and they too let go with shots of their come, which I accurately aim at my breasts. Within seconds, my entire torso is covered with milky-white goop that both burns and soothes my skin. Big dollops hang in stringy masses on my breasts and dangle around my long, hard nipples. It is amazing how much cream these young studs had to give me. I want all that they have, and I milk out as much as I can. My navel fills up with a puddle of the wonderful stuff. You slide your softening cock into my cunt and rub it tenderly over my widespread cunt lips. Your come drools out over my pink and swollen flesh, and slimes around on my clitoris. I pull the still long, but softening, cocks of the boys down to my breasts and poke at the greasy nipples with the ridges of the cock heads. I am one huge sensitive nerve that hooks together all of my erogenous zones into a network of pure sexual hunger. This is not enough, but is a big step in the right direction. Of course, it is not enough for the third young man either. He has been patient and understanding, even getting his balls out of my face long enough for me to watch all of that semen squirting over my body. That's a view that I didn't want to miss, and that I'll remember forever. But now it is his turn, and I ask him to slip down so that he can stand on the bench, straddling my head. My thighs are still hooked over your hips, supporting my lower body, and I instruct the boys at my sides to each use one hand to support my upper body above the waterline. I use my hands to reach up and grasp the last boys cock. One squeeze of my hands brings forth a couple of teaspoons of clear precome, and it is enough to lubricate the entire length of his cock. And we save the best (or at least biggest) for last. Maybe it is because we made him wait and watch for so long. In any case, his cock must be 11 or 12 inches long, and it seems to want to point all the way up at (or past!) his navel. I have to keep a tight grip to keep it within reach. As I pull down, he bends his knees more. Not only does that make it easier for me to reach and stroke his cock. It also brings his balls right down to my lips. While I start to jack off this boy and nibble and lick at his balls, you and the two other guys start to massage the front of my body, using all of that greasy semen as a body lotion. Each of the guys pays attention to one of my breasts, while you get your limp cock out of the way so that you can masturbate my clitoris. The way that you know that I like it. Side to side, not right on the very tip, but just above that. This is good. Yes. I have to be careful that my rising excitement doesn't make me lose control too much. I wouldn't want to suck too hard on the lovely smooth balls that are now all the way inside my mouth. You've taught me how just the right amount of sucking and licking can do the trick. Now you have instructed one of the boys that was stimulating my incredibly sensitive nipples to pinch harder and to massage deeper. And you tell the other to take over for you by rubbing my clitoris. You give him perfect instructions about how I like it. It turns me on to hear you describing to this neophyte just the way a real woman likes it. You tell him to be sure to pay attention to my labia too. And with that, I can feel both you and him pinch and pull at those long and swollen lips. I know without seeing that the two of you have stretched them wide apart, and that every detail of my cunt is open to all your eyes. Then you kneel down in to the hot water and insert one finger into my vagina, again finding my G spot. Pinching and kneading of my nipples..... strumming my clitoris..... pinching my cunt lips..... massaging my G spot. Both my hands jacking up and down on 12 inches of slippery young cock. My nose probing into the clean, pink, wrinkled rosette of his asshole. And my mouth full of hot balls, full of more of that semen that is soon to be spraying over my body. Soon Soon Soon.....and now. His balls were hanging down so loose, but now they pull up towards the root of his cock. His ass cheeks tighten up squeezing my nose between them. His cock starts writhing in my hands, but I don't stop pumping. Rather than suck on his balls, I now blow hot air onto them and onto his cock from below. And that does it. He is clenching his ass cheeks fast and repeatedly, and I can feel bolts of come rising up through his cock and out to the tip. A couple of blobs land and my breasts and get immediately massaged into my tits. While one hand milks his cock some more, I take the other hand and wrap it around his cock head so that the come gets caught in my fingers. Once I capture a couple of spurts, I bring it down to my mouth and lick the shiny heavy cream onto my tongue. I feed on it like it is my desert. This young stud is still spurting more come onto my chest and tummy, and the trio of hands working my nipples and cunt are pushing me over the top. Another huge orgasm picks me up and sweeps me into the clouds of rapture. I am shaking with bliss and ecstasy. For a few moments, I am totally in another place, where there is no time, no names, no reality. You and these boys have given me a night to remember, and I think that you all have been thoroughly satisfied too. Certainly there are now three boys that should now be called men, for they have learned that a woman can sometimes be as hungry and horny as any man. Now that we have brought them up to speed, should we think about making another encounter with them. I'm sure that we'll get no argument from them. Think about it. It is your turn to write an account of our next rendezvous with them. And then you can send it to me, or post it on the alt.sex.stories board. 'Til Then, Sue 10 And Not A Drop To Drink >>> continuing with my remembrances of our hot time at the beach, begun in Hot night in Caribe (Sue's 3rd) and continued in Life's a Beach (Sue's 8th) <<<<<< That message from the mysterious Alice and Joe was all we could talk about as we retired from the beach get some lunch. The ambiguous connotations were a tickle to our sexual sensibilities, and we were energized and preoccupied with speculation about what might happen if we went to visit. Perhaps they were doddering 80 year olds that simply wanted to be neighborly, in a completely innocent kind of way. Or maybe they were like us: sexual adventurers in search of the next escapade! The only way to find out was to go visit them, but we were invited for drinks at 5:00. It was only 11:00, so we had to wait six hours. It was tempting to roll into bed (or some other part of the house) to continue our romps, but we applied a good measure of self-discipline and "saved" ourselves for this evening. Not that we were absolutely chaste; as we ate showered, ate lunch, and went about our day, we both engaged in quick gropes and playful double- entendres. Much of the afternoon was spent reading on the deck. On your recommendation, I read "Vox," and you read my copy of "Delta of Venus" by Anais Nin-I never leave home without it. Altogether, we go ourselves and each other very turned on, so that as the afternoon progressed, it became increasingly difficult to hold out for our visit to our neighbors. In fact, by 4:00, we couldn't wait any longer. After all, they not only invited us for drinks, but also to "come by anytime" to borrow sun lotion, so we had an excuse to go on over. I dressed in a white super-lightweight cotton shift, and you wore drawstring pants and a sleeveless T-shirt that clung to your body, showing the bulging muscles of your chest and back, and even the nubs of your nipples. Barefoot and with great expectations (God, what if we had been wrong and they really were the 80 year olds!) we strolled hand in hand down the beach to the third beach house. From the sand, it was obvious that it wasn't any old house. They had called it a villa, and it was at least that. The white stucco walls rose up to red tiled roof, enclosing a huge home that spoke of airy and restrained elegance. A lush hedge of iridescent bougainvillea separated the beach from the back yard, and as we walked along this boundary planting toward the steps from the beach to the lawn, we were entranced by the vivid flowers at our side. The hedge was quite thick, but occasionally there were slight breaks that allowed a view into the yard. Upon hearing some muffled laughter emanating from beyond the foliage, we stopped dead in our tracks and peeked through one of the gaps. What we saw was definitely not a couple of decrepit octogenarians rolling around in wheel chairs. Between the villa and us was a big swimming pool, and between the pool and the hedge was some overstuffed sectional-style furniture covered with white vinyl. But that was not what caught our attention. It was the man and woman that were using the furniture as the stage for the show that they were unknowingly giving us. They were only 6 or 8 feet from our hidden position, and what we saw was a beautiful eyeful. The woman-this was of course Alice-was nude, and she was stretched out face-down on the top edge of the couch. Her rear was directly over the end of the back, and her right foot was tucked in under her, hooked onto the arm of the couch. Her long left leg extended down to the grass next to the couch. Her hands reached far in front of her head, and this position displayed her well-tanned and muscular back and flanks. We could see one of her breast swelling out along the back of the couch, pushed outward by the sort of straddling position that her tits made on the couch. Her jet-black hair was long and glossy, and hung down toward the ground obscuring her face completely. Overall, she was obviously tall, trim, strong,....and totally exposed. Her stance left her ass cheeks spread wide, and her cunt was open to our view. The radiant pink folds of flesh were damp and she was clean shaven except for a small patch of black hair that we could barely see on her mons. Was she ever ready! What she was ready for was Joe. He was also naked, and he was squatting down next to an outdoor Jacuzzi, hooking up a garden hose to a spigot that was part of the steaming tub. When he had it connected and turned on, he pulled other end of the hose over to a spot right at the end of the couch, between Alice' open legs. When I saw him aim the stream of water at Alice's cunt, I shivered in sympathy for how the cold water would feel, but then I saw wisps of steam arising from the spraying water, and I realized that the water was coming from the Jacuzzi and was over 100 degrees. And it was being directed all over Alice's cunt. For a moment, Joe teased her clitoris with the stream, and then he would play in over the long lips and vaginal opening, and he even allowed the rushing water to probe at her asshole. As he put his thumb over the tip of the hose, the stream of water became a more insistent spray that actually pushed her flesh around. We carefully observed as Alice willed the tense musculature of her rear end to relax, and as she did, the jet of water opened the tight collar of her asshole, so that we could see a shimmering black circle under the flowing water. A spray of the water washed up and over her back, and then Joe pointed it back down to her clitoris, which had by now arisen from its hiding place in the folds of her cunt. First it was a slightly visible ridge, and gradually it grew to a prominent spike of hard flesh that pushed out almost an inch from its hood. I had never seen one that was so much like a miniature cock, and her labia were also particularly big and dark. As they flopped around in the swirling water, they somehow reminded me of testicles hanging under the cock-like clitoris. This scene was erotic enough, but the next thing that happened was even more unexpected. Joe inched further forward, and the tip of his erect cock pointed straight ahead like a missile in search of its target. The couch was the perfect height so that his cock head could make its inevitable rendezvous with Alice's open cunt, and he allowed it to be swallowed up into the hot and wet cavity. Of course, that wasn't the unusual part, it was what he did with the hose. Joe pulled the head around behind him and held the nozzle with his right hand resting under his ass. It was a little hard to see, but we could easily imagine where the jet of water was being trained: right onto the juncture of his cock and her cunt. In this fashion, the spray was simultaneously stimulating her distended clitoris and it also splattered onto his balls as well as the sensitive underside of his cock. As he began to rock back and forth on his feet, his cock plunged deeply into her cunt and then out. The spray of water shot up and around his cock, and formed a kind of misty fountain of steaming spray. His left hand massaged up and down Alice's slick back, and she started to twist her head back and forth, flipping her wet black hair around in the edges of the halo of spray. Even without the jet of water, the sawing of Joe's fat cock back and forth in Alice's cunt would have led them inevitably toward their orgasm. With the added stimulation of the spray, they reached simultaneous climaxes in only a few minutes, and at that point, they began to bounce and shimmy around, accompanied by their loud moans and grunts. Their athleticism was evident as their water-slickened muscles rippled and sparkled in the sunlight. Joe tipped his head back and shouted indecipherable chants and screams, and Alice reached down to grab her knees and pull her haunches up toward her head on either side of the couch.. Joe's ass cheeks flexed as he pumped a couple of spurts of his come into Alice, and then he dropped the hose and pulled his cock out and rested it up at the top of Alice's ass crease. We could see the wide pink head lying at the base of her spine, and several more thick gobs of come surges of his cream spread out into the small of her back. Joe took both of his hands and mixed the come with the water on her back, forming a massage lotion that he rubbed into her skin from her ass to her shoulders. And then he gripped her slippery ass cheeks and squeezed them inward, forming an enclosure through which he slid his diminishing erection a few times before pulling it out all the way. As Alice slid off the back of the couch onto the cushions, and Joe tumbled forward into her arms, they both disappeared from out view. What was left was the soaking wet vinyl and the hissing hose as it continued to splash warm water onto the lawn. We knew that we were going to like our hosts, they had shown us where their natural inclination ran! And it was almost 5:00, so we decided to go introduce ourselves....... Note: This story is looking for a sequel. Please try your hand at it, when it is finished pleasuring your sexuality. See my "Sue's Overture for more info on writing sequels. 11 Film At Eleven by Sue The young couple that I had observed and then met this afternoon (see my story "On the Dock") have invited me over to their cabin for dinner. So I have cleaned up and dressed in a simple but enticing outfit: a thin white leotard with a long white skirt. It's warm enough to be barefoot. I've brought along a nice bottle of Chardonnay, and I'm a little bit on edge. I guess it's knowing that something wild will undoubtedly happen this evening, but what? With who? Mmmm, I know that it will be exciting, but these two people are so athletically young, so finely sculpted, so open and enthusiastic. Will I be "good" enough and young enough to keep up? Nervousness aside, I am also anxious to see what happens, so I quickly walk down to the dock, and step into the water, lifting the hem of my dress to keep it dry. I wade along the rocky shoreline and step up onto their dock, then up the path to their cabin. I've never walked over here from my cabin. It is a gorgeous place, in an elegant log-cabin style with a wrap-around screened-in porch and wide steps leading up to the door. As I approach the door, I can see a fire burning in the huge fieldstone fireplace, and framed by the yellow glow of the flames, there they are, embracing in an intimate and beautiful way. My footsteps on the porch warn them of my arrival, and they unwrap themselves from each other in an unhurried way and come over to the door to welcome me. I give Nina and Bart each warm but innocent hugs. Bart goes inside to open and pour the wine, while Nina and I stand looking out towards the lake and the fiery hues of the sunset. We are standing very close together, side by side, and after a few moments our shoulders are touching. It's a tender moment of silent sharing of the spectacular radiance, which is broken by her whispering a few words, so quietly that I have to ask her to repeat herself. A bit louder, she says that they have a favor that they would like me to help them with after dinner. I ask what it is, and she says that they got a special thrill out of having me watch them make love this afternoon, and that they now think that I am the perfect person to help them with a project that they have been fantasizing about for a while. Of course I'll help, I say, thinking that they are hoping for a menage-a-trois, which would be more than fine with me. But that is not exactly what Nina and Bart have in mind. They have a new video camera that they would like to use to record themselves fucking. (She is so matter-of-fact about using that word. It is certainly not a dirty word in her vocabulary!) Anyway, they are hoping that I will be the camera person. But I don't know anything about using that kind of equipment, I tell her... and in the back of my mind, I am feeling a bit disappointed, because being the archivist of their coupling seems very passive and cold, compared to being actively involved in the sex. She tells me that the camera is incredibly easy to use, just point and shoot. It is auto focus, auto everything, it does really good closeups, it has a light on the top of it. So I don't have to do anything but turn it on, look through the viewfinder, maybe use the zoom a little, and film whatever I like to look at while the two of them are fucking. And she tells me that she thinks that I'll enjoy it, and that they would really appreciate my help. There is something irresistibly likable and candid about Nina and the way she makes this request of me, and despite my hesitation, I say yes, that I'll do my best to assist them. With that she gives me another hug. She's a few inches shorter than me, and the way that her head nestles in the crook of my neck feels kind of motherly. After all, I am about 15 years her senior. Our affectionate embrace is interrupted by Bart's reappearance with three glasses of the wine. As we all sip the wine and watch the last tendrils of color slip from the sky, Nina tells Bart that I have agreed to help them. Bart is even more appreciative than was Nina, and he gives me a hug that is not nearly as familial. He is so lean and muscular, and his straight blond hair smell smells clean and fresh. His hot breath flows by my ear in a way that makes me tingle a little. His hands start a massage of my back, kneading my shoulders, then working down my spine to my waist. I feel Nina press her body up behind me, her breathing in my other ear. One of her hands plays through my hair, and the fingers of the other trace circles around my cheek and face. I grasp my arms around Bart's neck and let the simple tactile pleasures of this moment wash over me. It is sexual and innocent at the same time. I hadn't realized that I was tense, but now I can feel the tension flowing out of me like sand through an hour-glass. I am supported by the voluptuous moment, and whatever reservations or disappointment I felt at hearing their proposal is completely dissipated. I would do anything for them right now. The moment is broken by a growling sound, and in the tangle of our interwoven bodies, no one of can tell whose stomach is gurgling. But it is obviously time for dinner, so that we will be ready for the rest of the evening. I appreciate Nina's foresight in preparing a light dinner. An incredible Caesar salad, piled high with crisp leaf lettuce and even a sprinkling of lobster meat. This is just the right kind of meal that won't make us feel bloated and heavy. During the meal, I learn more about the two of them. They are both yoga instructors at a center in New York. That fits in with their healthy, vibrant appearance and attitude. Maybe I should take up yoga. There is so much to admire in these two gorgeous people. At the end of the meal, Nina clears the table and Bart gets out the camera. I am surprised how easy this thing is to operate. It only weighs a couple of pounds, and it fits easily in one hand. It is hardly any bigger than a fat paperback book, with a little light stuck onto the top of it. A thin cord trails from the back of the camera, so that it can be plugged in. I guess that this means that we will not be restricted by battery life. The color viewfinder is large enough for me to see the picture clearly. This should be easy. Somehow, I had expected tripods, big lights, and so on. That would have been obtrusive, and would could only have distracted from the spontaneity of the moment. This little video camera will hardly be noticed. Now I am looking forward to this. My fear of technology is replaced by a newfound confidence in the user-friendliness of this little camera. After all, I got over my apprehension about computers, didn't I? Now we are all back together in the living room. I ask what they propose for how to get started, and Nina says that before I start filming, she'd like to shave her cunt and also Bart's crotch. They'd like to look their best for this event that they will be re-watching for years to come. That's OK with me, and in fact, I've never shaved myself, and I wouldn't know really how to do it. I want to video this part too.... Maybe this will be a series on educational TV. Nina leaves the living room for a few minutes to get her shaving supplies, and Bart throws several more large logs onto the fire, setting up a really big blaze that lights the room in a warm golden glow. And the air is getting warm too, both with the heat from the fire as well as the heat that is building up inside me. It was an hour ago that the idea of filming the two of them first came up, and notion is growing on me more and more. I know that the crotch of my leotard is getting moist, and it seems to keep creeping up between my labia. Bart takes off his shirt, and I decide that I'll be more comfortable without this long dress. Whatever small sense of modesty that I still cling to will be satisfied by my leotard, although it is so tight and sheer that my arousal will be apparent right through the material. Not that they haven't seen me aroused before! Nina returns with a thick terrycloth beach towel that she spreads on the overstuffed armless couch... I guess it's called an ottoman. Bart has pulled it up near the fireplace. Nina has changed into a short silk robe, and she now removes this. As she lays herself down on the couch and settles into a comfortable position, I turn on the camera. The light helps to illuminate the shadowy areas, but the warm golden color from the fireplace is still evident. I start at Nina's face, and then pan down her body until I reach her cunt. She spreads her legs so that her feet fall to either side of the couch, and her hairless cunt opens up and reveals it's not- so-secret interior folds and dampness. I lean over closer, so that the image in the camera is filled entirely by her cunt area. Getting this close, I can see why she wants to shave. There is just a hint of blond stubble. Her finger suddenly intrudes into the picture, and She gently pushes and probes with it, pulling her labia open even more, so that the slick pinkness of her inner lips, and the dark, ragged opening of her vagina, all become momentarily visible. When her finger withdraws, I see a splash of liquid appear. Holding the camera in place, I pull my eye away from the viewfinder so that I can see what is happening more fully. Bart has a pump bottle of some kind of clear baby oil, and he is drenching Nina's cunt with it. Then he picks up a small disposable razor and approaches her. With my eye back to the camera, I watch him methodically rake the blade of the razor over her skin. He starts on her belly and swipes it downwards over her mons, making parallel cuts, almost as if he was mowing the lawn. The thick sheen of oil is removed by each cut, and so is the barely visible stubble. He leaves behind a lightly oiled and smooth surface that is just a bit pinker than the surrounding flesh. Now he asks Nina to spread her thighs wider, and she pulls her legs outward and grasps her knees. Her thighs are sticking straight out from her hips. I guess that all of her yoga training makes her more flexible. I step around inside of her leg on the opposite side of the couch from Bart, and as I do, I pull the camera further back so that I can see all of Nina's body spread out below me. Her light brown hair is spread out all around her head like an aura, and it reminds me a bit of a famous Marilyn Monroe picture. She has a blissful, serene look on her face. In another person, this wide-spread layout would look totally lewd and even pornographic. But on Nina, the look is mainly the look of healthy all-American girl-next-door. Just like her way of saying the word "fuck" doesn't come across as being dirty, her unselfconsciousness about being naked and totally exposed seems natural and normal. Now I am zooming back down to her crotch, and I see the razor has started stripping the oil and stubble from her outer labia. In the process, the folds of her skin are pushed all around, and Bart is being very careful to not go too far into the tender flesh of her inner cunt. When he is finished with this area, he even starts to shave around her asshole, although I can't see much stubble for him to remove. I think this must tickle her a little, because the muscles in her inner thighs twitch from time to time, and her asshole clenches and loosens in a kind of rhythmic way. The opening to her rectum is so wonderfully shaped, not ragged and hard looking. It is soft and round and supple. Mostly assholes say "forbidden and dirty" to me in loud shouts. But Nina's is not like that at all. The words that come to mind are "lush and enticing and clean." And that beauty extends to her entire cunt. As Bart rubs away the remaining baby oil, I move around so that I am right at the foot of the couch, aiming directly up through her cunt. When the towel is removed, the view is terrific. I am not accustomed to seeing a clean-shaven cunt, nor have I seen any cunt (even my own) this close up and well lit. The surrounding skin is smooth as silk, without any blemish or bump. I am surprised by the uniform color of her outer lips. I had expected them to be darker than the surrounding flesh. And even more unusual and breathtaking are her inner labia. They are tiny flaps of skin that are a dark purple in color, and they are perfectly symmetrical and laid outwards like the flower petals of a Sweet Pea. Between these inner lips is the opening to her vagina, and there I see the folds and ragged edges inside. Just above her vagina is a very small twist of flesh that hides her pisshole, and then above that is a ridge of flesh that holds her clitoris. I zoom in as close as the camera allows, and I can see how the ridge slope down gradually toward her tummy, and much more steeply to the sides. At the lower end of the ridge, the end closest to me, the ridge ends in a kind of cliff, interrupted by the smooth and shiny round boulder that is her clitoris. All of the other parts are flesh colored and flushed pink, but her clitoris is pale, almost white. Again, as in every other part of this incredible woman's body, I can only think of how perfectly sculpted she is. Now that she has been shaved, it is Bart's turn. Nina stands up and kneels in front of him, right in front of the blazing fire. We are all very warm, and a light sheen of sweat reflects the flames across their skin. Reaching up to the waist of his elastic waist cotton pants, she pulls them down gradually. When his cock is revealed, I am surprised that it is not completely hard. But it is big, even in repose as it lies down onto his thighs, slightly crooked over to the right side. And he is not circumcised! How unusual. When I saw him this afternoon, I hadn't realized that, since I was 40 feet away, and he was so erect that maybe the skin was pulled back naturally. Here I can see the skin covering the entire head. Actually, just a bit of the head is peaking out from the crinkled lips at the edge of his foreskin, which is longer on underside. The thick ridge at the base of the crown of the head is evident under the skin, and purplish veins stand up from the surface of the entire length. In addition to his being uncircumcised the fact that he too is shaved is a feast for my curious eyes. And as I continue to view him through the camera, he steps out of his pants, and Nina lifts his heavy cock in her fingertips, and brings her lips to the tip. Her tongue snakes out from between her lips and flicks at the small patch of unhooded glans. Then her tongue becomes more pointed, and it starts to burrow under the foreskin. Again I zoom in close, and from my vantagepoint above and to the side, I can see the tip of her tongue within the sheath of skin. Her probing begins randomly, but then she starts going around and around the head, still under the foreskin. Her long red-painted fingernails start raking lightly over the rest of his cock. It comes as no surprise to me that Bart's cock is getting bigger and thicker. It was big enough in its flaccid state. Now it is becoming stiffer, and for a moment, Nina pulls her hands and tongue away. His cock is jutting straight outwards and the foreskin now covers only a half-inch of the head, hiding only the flange around the edge. Nina again kisses the tip, and laps lightly upwards over the pisshole. Then her lips close over the end of his cock, and she starts pushing her face forwards incrementally and slowly. When her lips reach the edge of his foreskin, she just pushes it back with her lips, and eventually the bunch of skin slides under her lips and into her tightly pursed lips. further and further she goes, drawing his cock deeper into her eager mouth. Her eyes are locked on his and her hands reach around Bart and grasp his ass cheeks. I can't really tell whether she is pulling him into her mouth with her hands, or if she is sucking him in with her mouth. Whichever it is, his length of hardening flesh is gradually disappearing. Since he is becoming harder and longer during this descent I can only estimate how big he has become, but it seems like plenty. If it were me sucking him in this deep, I know that it would be difficult. But Nina's eyes communicate how relaxed and simple this is for her. Is there a yoga exercise for throats? Nina has taken in Bart's entire cock. Her nose is pushed up into the base of his tummy. What restraint they both have, for neither has initiated any kind of pulsing motion. They are absolutely still. From the hollow of Nina's cheeks, I can see that she is applying a lot of suction. Now she starts to pull her head back away, and the wet and skin- tight surface of Bart's cock is again revealed. What was once a very pale flesh color is now bright pink. Her suction has brought blood not only into the erectile tissues, but also into the surface of the skin. It's kind of light a giant hickey, I suppose. When Nina's lips finally release their grip from his cock head, I can now see how big he has become. And the upwards arc is very pronounced. Nina tells Bart to lie down on the ottoman, and she takes a moment to explain that it actually helps to have an erection when shaving a man. Some of the hair grows right on the base of Bart's cock, and having the skin tight makes for a better and more comfortable shave. And anyway, I love giving Bart a blow job, she explains. As if I couldn't tell! So Bart's shave proceeds, much as Nina's did. A liberal application of the oil to begin, and then she uses one hand to hold his rigid cock out of the way as she mows the surrounding area, and then she carefully works the razor up the column of his cock. Then she lets Bart's cock flop down onto his belly, were it reaches all the way to his navel. A drop of his clear precome oozes out of the tip and falls slowly into his navel. I take a moment to zero in on this little scene. It is a remarkably sexy turn-on to see this so close-up. Nina is now shaving Bart's balls, which are smoother and tighter than most others that I have seen. That must make this shaving much easier. At least Nina makes it look easy, but she apparently has had lots of practice. After asking him to spread his legs more, she shaves all around his asshole. His is a little darker around the edge than Nina's was, but it also is not as crinkled as I expected. When the job is done, Nina and Bart both stand in front of the fire, and I scan the camera all over their perfectly shaved and smooth bodies. While I am occupied with this filming, they start caressing each other. Bart's hands wander and explore Nina's face, her shoulders, her breasts, her nipples. She raises her arms straight up, and he rubs into her underarms. She shows no sign of being ticklish, but her nipples start to become bigger. Bart turns her body around, so that her back is towards him, and her front is facing me and the camera. As I record their foreplay, he starts to trace his fingertips around her skin, which is golden with the light of the flames. Using his fingernails, he draws invisible lines and circles under her neck and up to her face. Then his nails scratch lightly down onto her shoulders, and up her upreaching arms. He grasps her hands and pulls upwards, pulling her taller, making her delicate musculature stand out even more. Then he resumes tracing abstract designs onto her arms, and down into her armpits. I focus the camera on her face, and I am struck by her trance-like countenance. Her eyes stare straight ahead, hardly blinking, but I can see some tension etched into her facial muscles. Keeping still and avoiding the temptation of succumbing to the tickling is becoming difficult, but she is disciplined enough to stay in place as Bart's fingers drag down her sides, bumping over her ribs one by one. Now he reaches around to continue his finger-painting on her flat tummy, poking into her navel. And then upwards onto the overhand of her projecting ribcage, and then up more, onto the upslopes of her volcanic breasts, which are pulled up and together by her arms-in-the-air position. Now the pressure of his fingertips is pressing harder, and I zoom in closer. His fingers leave pale tracks in her pinkish gold skin, but within seconds, the tracks disappear, like jet contrails in the sky. Bart's fingers are drawing circles around her nipples, around and around. The circles are getting smaller, spiraling in on the obvious targets, the erect nubbins of her nipples. They are sticking out like pencil erasers, covered with tiny bumps. The tips of her nipples each have a small indentation. Now his fingers are centered on her nipples, and Bart finally stops his scratching, drawing motions, and he cups his palms under her breasts, with his thumb and first finger seizing the nipples. He begins to roll the ends, lightly at first, then harder. As he fondles her nipples, he also gently pulls them up and away from her chest, pulling her breasts into elongated cones. Then he uses his palms to pump at the fleshy base of her breasts. When I briefly focus the camera back up to her face, I can see that she now has the tip of her tongue poling out between her tightly drawn lips, and her eyes are closed. Back to her breasts, and as Bart's hands release their grip, I notice that Nina's breath has become much more rapid, and her skin is covered with a sheen of perspiration. She is trying so hard to keep her composure, but the tickling and the breast massage are so arousing to her (and to me, for I can feel my the crotch of my leotard getting more moist, and my own nipples straining against the tight Lycra fabric). The camera follows Bart's hands down over her tummy, and then over the front of her hips. When he reaches her thighs, he gently pulls outwards, encouraging her to spread her legs. This reveals shiny streaks of slick moisture running from her crotch down onto her inner thighs. While she has maintained tight control over her bodies' motions during Bart's finger-painting, her vaginal juices are not so easily disciplined. The sweet secretions have overflowed their warm vessel and seeped though the smoothly shaved tissues. I bring the camera close and refocus on the tracks, and I can now see a fresh droplet of this nectar, a clear, glossy bump reaching the end of a track. I follow it down as it is pulled by gravity, blazing a fresh trail down her silky skin. It acts like a tiny magnifying class, like dew drops on a fallen leaf in Autumn. God, this is erotic to watch so close-up. I've been known to make the crotch of my panties damp, but Nina's unrestrained flow is evidence of her heightened arousal. Just as some men exude more precome than others, so it is with women. And Nina is an extreme example! Her body is preparing itself for being invaded by Bart's one-man army. She will be welcoming rather than resisting this conquistador! I've widened my camera view so that I am now seeing Nina's entire waist and upper legs. Bart has bent his knees enough to make up for the fact that her legs are spread wide apart. This puts his hips low enough so that he can grab his hard cock and guide it between her ass cheeks and through to the front. Between her thighs there suddenly appears the end of Bart's cock. The uncircumcised foreskin is pulled back and bunched up behind the ridge of the head. The upwards curvature brings it up so that it presses Nina's shaven cunt lips apart. They sort of wrap themselves around the shaft and loose foreskin, and it truly appears that his cock is part of her cunt. Only two or three inches of cock extend beyond her smooth mons. Bart reaches around Nina again, and he resumes the finger tracing that he was doing before. This time, his canvas is the tight, shaven flesh around her cunt. He rubs and pulls the skin, gradually walking his fingers inwards and downwards onto her inner thighs, where he kind of squeegees her dripping cunt juices upwards, making a massage oil that he rubs into her outer cunt lips and his cock head. Everything is so reflective and glistening with this clear lubrication, and I can see a few drops of Bart's precome bubbling from his piss hole. He is using one of his hands to exert some upwards pull on the exposed part of his cock. The purpose of this maneuver is obvious. It applies pressure into the folds of Nina's cunt. In fact, it serves to press her clitoral hood forwards and into view, and it tries to impress itself into the firm flesh of his cock head. Her milky while clitoris peeks out from the hood to one side of his cock. She is being incredibly stimulated by the almost imperceptible back and forth motion of his cock. Her puffy labia, the opening to her vagina, and her clitoris are all being rubbed and squashed by the taut column of man-flesh lancing through her cunt. Again I pull the camera back further so that I can now see their entire bodies. Nina's arms have finally relinquished their straight up position. But instead of falling forwards, She has let them bend backwards (yoga, again). Her hands have pulled Bart's head forwards onto one of her shoulders, and she is running her fingers though his full head of hair- the only hair on his body. He is rubbing his face into her blond tresses. They are both so totally absorbed into their inter-twined, interactive sculpture. At this moment, Bart finally tires of his difficult bent- knee position, so he pulls his cock out from between her thighs and sit back onto the end of the ottoman. Leaning back a little, he rests his weight onto his hands on the couch behind him. Nina slides her feet backwards so that she is straddling the couch, facing away from Bart, her ass pressing into his upper chest. She is facing toward me and the camera, but she shows no interest in what I am doing. She reaches behind her back and grabs Bart's wet cock. It is so hard and erect (and slippery) that it requires some effort to pull it away from his stomach. But when she gets it directed upwards and slightly forwards, she bends her knees a little. This slowly lowers her cunt down toward the helmet shaped end of his cock. As she drops down, I shuffle my knees forwards so that I get closer and closer, positioning myself right between Bart's knees. Eventually, I discover that I can't get any closer without losing my ability to focus the camera. But I am close enough. Completely filling the rectangular image in the viewfinder is the head of Bart's cock, and the tubular ridges of Nina's labia. The little purple flaps of her inner lips are spread like the wings of a dove over just the piss hole of his cock. They are a little thicker and darker than they were when I was looking at them during Nina's shaving. At the top of the viewfinder is the white marble shape of Nina's distended clitoris. As I watch this incredible tableau, I can see more clear fluids seeping around the edge of her open lips and down onto his cock. This is a combination of each of their juices, a cocktail of love, a potion of carnal desire. The purple wings of her inner labia start to spread further apart, and I see the wet surface of his cock head slowly disappear into the hidden recess of her vagina. Something about it makes it appear that her cunt is actually sucking Bart's cock into her. When her lips reach the edge of his crown, they actually pop over the edge and squeeze down onto the shaft. Bart's bunched foreskin is pushed downwards by the pursed inner labia. I realize that Nina's cunt is incredibly tight, despite her wide open stance and her lubricated canal. As hard as Bart's cock has become, she is still squeezing its circumference like a boa constrictor. She continues to drop her hips, swallowing his long cock millimeter by millimeter. Eventually, the ring of foreskin is consumed by her patient yet voracious cunt. The raised tube on the underside of his cock protrudes and divides her purple labia. And the veins on his cock are raised and blue from the clamping pressure of her vagina. I keep the camera focused tight to the creeping juncture that joins the two of them. Still she continues downward, and now her dark inner lips are drawn inwards and up into her cunt, pulled in along with his cock. Eventually, she reaches the bottom of his pole. Her ass cheeks are pressed tight onto his hips. Neither of them moves. How can they resist the temptation to start pistoning his cock into her cunt? As I observe her stretched vaginal opening, I can see some pulsing in the tight flesh. She is contracting and softening her vaginal muscles in a rhythmic pattern, massaging Bart's cock in the hot wet vise. This scenario is more than I can stand, and so I can no longer be a passive bystander. I am holding the camera mainly in my right hand, and I steady myself by resting that elbow on Bart's left knee. I let my rear end drop down so that I can support some of my weight on my heels. One heel slips between my cheeks and insinuates itself into the folds of my own cunt. I hadn't realized how aroused I had become, but my heel squishes into a swamp of hot dampness, and prods at my clitoris. I want to make a physical connection with these beautiful sexual animals, so my left hand lets go of the camera and reaches forwards, riding along the sweaty surface of Bart's right thigh. My hand is drawn like a moth to a flame, the heat of their commingled crotches. In the viewfinder, I finally see the tips of my fingers, the red-painted nails in sharp contrast to the pink and white tinged with gold. It is somehow as if my fingers and my impulses are completely divorced from the part of me that is watching through the camera. And as I watch those foreign fingers, they massage Nina's bulging smooth outer labia. I pinch and pull at the full flesh. I let my thumb drop down and ring around the incredible thickness of base of Bart's cock. My fingers reach under his balls and juggle them. I can feel the pulsations that emanate from deep inside Nina's vagina. Now I realize that Bart is contributing to the throbbing in Nina's cunt. He is tensing up his cock, contracting his cock muscles in the same tempo as Nina's contractions. Without planning it, my fingers figure out exactly how to become part of Bart and Nina's interaction. My middle finger slides up the valley between his two balls, and my fingertip presses hard into the resilient tube under his cock, becoming a part of his cock. Sliding further up his cock, my finger enters right into Nina's vagina. At first, it seems like there wouldn't be enough room for me, but Nina's flesh loosened its grip just enough, and she encourages me to push it in all the way. When I do, two of my other fingers slide up on the outside of her skin, and end up straddling her clitoris. I squeeze them in towards each other, and they pinch in onto the hard nub of her clitoris. The length of my middle finger is rubbing into the sensitive underside of Bart's cock, and the fingertip is tickling right at the edge of the crown, all encased in the throbbing grasp of Nina's cunt. The knuckles of this finger bump and grate against her G spot. All the while, my own heel is pressed hard into my own cunt, and I have subconsciously started to rock back and forth, massaging my own clitoris with the blunt probe. The crotch of my leotard is impressed deep into my crack. Nina and Bart remain motionless, except for their contractions within her cunt. My left hand pushes in and out, riding the arrow of Bart's cock. My fingertips flick and diddle Nina's clitoris. My palms brush the smooth flesh of Bart's balls. This isn't going to take long, I was sure. I know that I am getting close to my orgasm, and Nina's whole body starts to shiver and jerk in minute vibrations. Bart's balls begin to lift and churn in their sack. More and more juices are squeezed out from the hairline seam around the rim of Nina's cunt, flooding my fingers and palm with aromatic sticky fluid. We are perfectly synchronized. Nina and Bart both start to moan and sigh, and Nina hunches her hips back and down, her tummy jutting forwards so that she can exert even more pressure onto her G spot from my knuckles. This in turn presses my finger even harder into Bart's cock. Finally, Nina unfreezes and rises up and down three times in rapid succession. Three times, Bart's magnificent cock appears and disappears. In the viewfinder, things are becoming hard to comprehend, I abandon my attempts to watch through the lens. But I keep the camera frozen in position as I let my own orgasm rise up from my cunt and envelop my whole body. I feel like my heel is doing do squash my clitoris so flat that it will never recover, but I continue to press down hard and rock back and forth. Bart's balls pull up tight against the base of his cock, and I can feel the pulses inside his balls, as they pump out his load of semen. Nina rises up one more time, and she now maintains her position. Bart's cock head is now nestled into the purple inner labia, which are quivering along with the rest of her body. The first jet of Bart's cream sprays upwards with such force that it separates those inner lips, and exposes the gaping entrance of Nina's vagina. He hoses spurt after spurt into the churning cavern, and the pearly white semen hangs in stringy stalactites from the pink and purple flesh of Nina's cunt. As my fingers wrap around his cock and pump out more and more streams, gooey ropes of the stuff rain down onto my hand. Nina has brought one of her hands around so that she can take up the stimulation of her clitoris, and she too is going over the top, engulfed in wave after wave of her orgasm. An incredible amount of clear fluid starts to drip out of her vagina, intermingling with the white semen to form swirling streaks. We have all been so intent on our physical sensations that it comes as a surprise to me to discover that we are all making plenty of sound as well. Nina is making an intense, high pitched humming sound, and Bart is grunting in rhythm with his continuing ejaculations. I am chanting hoarsely, saying "yes....yes.......YYYEEESSSS." This is amazing. We are so involved, so intertwined, so absorbed by the waves of our simultaneous orgasms. Fragrant liquids, animalistic sounds bind us together in this moment in time... And it is all recorded for posterity. I hope that they will let me have a copy of this videotape. I want to relive and enjoy this moment again and again. 12 The Cocktail Table A few weeks ago, I received an Email from a young man who was a graduate student at a University in a city a few hours from where I live. He said that he is an avid fan of my stories that are posted in alt.sex.stories. He and his girlfriend read them all. In fact, they have been sharing them with a group of friends at the University. This isn't just any group of friends-they are a sort of club that engages in mate-swapping and group sex. There are twelve of them all together, all couples. So they have taken to reading my stories out loud at the beginning of their gatherings as a way to get into the "swing" of things (no pun intended). According to Tim, who is the fellow who emailed me, my stories have had quite an effect on the group. Apparently, things have become a little placid for them, since they have been meeting for over three years. That is a little hard for me to believe, since I can't see how that kind of group could ever be boring. In any case, my stories have gotten them all very aroused, and they have determined to be more creative about their interminglings. The past few months have made them all big admirers of my stories. I wrote Tim back to thank him for his support, and I told him that I found it to be exciting to imagine them all together reading one of my stories, and then imagining what happened when the pages are put down. I asked which story they liked the most. Within a day, I received another note from him. Their favorite story was "Slippery When Wet," partly because it involved college-age men, and partly because they were intrigued with my fascination with large amounts of semen all over my body. Tim said that this story had led the group to experiment with having several men ejaculate onto one of the women. The experiment was a success, and they concluded that this line of exploration warranted further investigation. Those were his words exactly. It was obvious that he and his friends were graduate students in science. But it was hard for me to imagine nerdy science students being liberated enough to be into group sex. In my next message, I challenged Tim about the reality of his swingers group. His response blew me away. His group was going to prove to me that they existed. One week from the date of his message, I was invited to join them. He gave me directions to the apartment where they were meeting, and they made sure that I could retain my complete anonymity. They also assured me that they were all completely well behaved ladies and gentlemen, and that my safety and well- being were assured. In fact, they adored me for the inspiration that I had given to the group, and that my presence at their gathering would be a wonderful honor for them. I decided to attend. It was hard to let go of my fear of strangers, but quite frankly, these people seemed totally benign and genuinely friendly. And my curiosity was piqued. I wasn't sure if I would actually engage in their sexual activities, and I wasn't even sure if actual sex was on the agenda. Maybe this would be kind of like a book-signing party or something. Lots of talk and congratulations and the like. Today is the day. Before I left home, I put on a long back dress, velveteen lined with satin. It has spaghetti straps and it goes down to my ankles, with slits up each side that reach halfway up my thighs. I never wear a bra, and the vee neck of the bodice extends deep into my modest cleavage. Well, maybe modest isn't the best description. What I'm trying to say is that my breasts aren't so large as to leave a Grand Canyon between them. But there is enough to provide a nesting place for the long string of fake pearls that drapes around my neck and falls into the valley, accentuating the mounds of my breasts. For panties, I chose scarlet satin panties with black lace around all the edges. All of this was rounded out by shiny red pumps, with no stockings. I was trying to play the part of a writer of titillating erotica out to meet her fans. It was a bit like dressing up for the prom. So now I've driven all afternoon. Fortunately, the weather today was warm enough so that I could drive with the top down on my Miata. It felt great to let my blond hair stream out behind me, and the wind blew into the top of my dress, sort of inflating it and pulling it away from my chest. The breezes whipped across my nipples for all that time on the highway. It was the most slow and gentle and effective kind of stimulation, and my nipples never lost their hardness for the entire trip. I had given myself plenty of time to find my way, but nevertheless, I got lost. So here I am on the doorstep to the apartment, and I'm almost an hour late. Oh well, hopefully, they haven't given up on me. So I ring the door chime. My heart is beating a little fast out of nervousness. I have never actually met any of my alt.sex.stories readers. Maybe I should have kept it that way. Maybe Tim's invitation was a scam, and behind the door are a bunch of macho, sex-maniacs who intend to include me in some sort of nc, sm, bd episode that they can write up for the Internet. That is not my cup of tea at all, and I suddenly decide to turn around and flee this potential fiasco. When I have wheeled around and taken a couple of steps toward the elevator, I hear the door open. Should I run for it? Before I can decide, I hear a sweet and delicate woman's voice asking if my name is Sue. When I turn my head back to the door, I can see the woman, and I can only feel silly for being afraid of the occupants of the apartment. This person is hardly menacing. She is short (maybe 5 foot or so) and pretty and I guess the best way of describing her would be to say that she is demure, even timid. She seems more nervous to be meeting me than I am in being met! OK, I'll go through with it, so I turn around and walk back to the door and into the apartment. In the living room, all of the seats are taken, and other people are seated on cushions on the floor. When I enter, they all stand up and welcome me in. Crowding around me, they are effusively thanking me for coming. Tim introduces himself to me, and then to everyone else. All the names escape me, going in one ear and out the other. I've never been so much the center of attention, and I found my focus wandering from person to person, responding to their questions with simple yes and no answers. My head is swimming. Eventually the woman who opened the door (this is her apartment) recognizes my bewilderment, and offers me a chance to wash up in her bathroom. That sounds great. The three minutes in there give me an opportunity to settle my nerves and get back into the role of vamping queen of erotica that I had chosen for myself. Now I'm ready, so I rejoin the group. One of the first things that I am asked is whether I have written anything new. Well, I haven't, and they seem a bit disappointed. Tim asks if I will read them one of my previous efforts. When I tell him that I would, I also want to know which one they would like to hear. Several people chime in that they would love to hear "Slippery When Wet" again. I suppose I should have anticipated that, from what Tim had told me. I have now figured out that my hostess is Jill, and that she is Tim's girlfriend. They are all exactly as I might have pictured them. Not exactly nerds like the caricatures in the movies. But definitely intensely academic grad students. Of the twelve of them, only two aren't wearing glasses. Most of the men are wearing Dockers type pants and button down shirts (a couple of them even have those pocket protector things) and most of the women are following the lead of Jill. They have on unpretentious and wholesome outfits that seem like they come from the Eisenhower era. Pigtails and braids, blouses buttoned up to the neck, white socks... the works! I'm not trying to portray them unkindly. Really, they are all totally likable and earnest. But I still can't make this image of them jibe with the fact that they are apparently wild-and-swingers. They look more like a meeting of "Catholic Virgins Anonymous," or something! Jill is handing me a printout of my story. The pages are kind of worn and dog-eared. This copy had been reread many times. Someone vacates a big overstuffed wingchair for me, and I settle in and start to read. There is a total of 18 pages, so it takes a while. During my recitation, they all sit around me with rapt attention, eager smiles on their faces. But despite their enthusiasm, they show little sign of the sexual stimulation that might be expected from Tim's Email. The predominant thing that they are doing is simply sitting still with their hands folded in their laps. On the other hand, this story is getting to me. I hadn't reread this one in a long time, and it is actually pretty sexy. And having an audience had a funny kind of stimulating effect on me too. I've been reading and writing stories like this for a while, but saying the words out loud is somehow very different. I have never done that before. It is making me physically warm, and sexually hot. I even feel a bit lightheaded, almost intoxicated. As I approach the end of the story, we reach the part where the four men are holding me afloat in the big Jacuzzi, and I'm sucking on the balls of one, jerking off two of them, and the forth man is plunging his huge cock into wide-spread cunt. They all spray their come onto my wet heaving body as I too have my orgasm. This image is an incredible turn on for me. Usually semen is available in such small quantities. In this story, the jets of string stuff are splattering onto me in wonderful abundance. As I read, the listeners surrounding me become imperceptible as my imagination focuses wholly on the cinematic images that are brought up by the words that I mindlessly (yet passionately) read aloud. The story ends. I let the sheaf of papers fall to the floor and take a deep breath. I am almost drunk with arousal. I can't see how my new friends have stayed so still and calm. Ah, but that is not the case. Jill stands up and tells us all that she doesn't care what they agreed on before, she needs to do something to deal with how turned on she is. Now they all start talking. It turns out that they had decided in advance of my arrival that it would be rude to have an orgy with me there. Somehow, they had felt that I was "above" that kind of thing, and that they should be well behaved and proper with me, their special guest, in attendance. And Jill isn't the only one who wants to abandon their rule for the evening. So then Tim tells me that they obviously can't restrain themselves, but they would fully understand if I choose to leave the party now. They have no desire to hurt my feelings, but they now want to take care of their "more important needs." I ask them if they are encouraging me to leave, or if it would be all right if I stayed. Their faces light up when I ask that, for certainly, they would like that more than anything else. They had just been too timid to ask. I realize that this is my chance to live out a bit of a fantasy that I had been playing with in my day dreams recently. The "Slippery When Wet" story involved four men spurting their semen onto me. Why not more. After all, Tim's Email said that their group had been experimenting with this kind of thing. So this is my opportunity. Yes, I'll most certainly stay and join them. I have one request for them. Would it be all right if I get to provide them with the basic scenario for our group play? They are thrilled that I will stay, and more thrilled that I will direct them. Somehow, they have built me up in their minds into some kind of guru of uninhibited sexuality. I am far from that, but what the hell. If they want to think of me that way, who am I to argue. They push all the furniture over to the walls, leaving a wide space in the middle of the floor. The couch and three big arm chairs are all on one wall, with a big coffee table in front of the couch. Jill has gotten several bath towels that she has spread in layers onto the table, making for a comfortable position. Now I tell them all to undress. I myself remain fully clothed (for now) in my provocative outfit. My full attention is on the twelve bodies being transformed from conservative to libertarian dress code. I notice at once that the plain apparel that they wore in public is only a cover for an array of more interesting underwear. Most of the men are wearing tight bikini pants in dark colors. One of the guys is has his cock encased in a tiny strip of a cod-piece, held up by string straps that circle his hips, with a single string disappearing into the crack of his ass. The women are similarly attired in sexy panties and bras that cry out with bright reds and neon greens. A couple of them have nylons and garters, and Jill has a black strapless push-up bra that cuts across her large breasts, creasing deeply into her wide, brown areola and leaving her nipples exposed. And she has crotchless panties, which I notice when she puts her foot up onto the arm of a chair to remove her white sock. This spreads her thighs apart, and her entire pubic area bulges out of the crotch. She has an incredible amount of hair around her cunt, and it is dark reddish-brown, like her head hair. This provides a great contrast to the shiny black of her panties. They are all now stripped down to their underwear, but by some unspoken agreement, they are waiting for my instructions before going on. So I have all the women go over to the couch and chairs and make themselves comfortable, and the men stand in a close line facing the women, with the table separating them. I stand at the end of the table, and tell the men to observe the women closely as they all slowly remove the last scanty semblances of modesty. In unison, with me as their "conductor," they reach behind their backs to unclasp their bras, and then they lift their hips to slide their panties down their legs. The women with garters leave them on. The men keep their tight bikini pants on, outlining their anxious erections within the tightly stretched material. Now I have the women untie, unbraid, or unpin their hair, and also take off their glasses. This last set of actions is the most transforming of all, more than the process of undressing for the men. Whereas I had once lumped them all together as nerdy intellectuals, I can now abandon that stereotype and see them as individuals. Six women of all sizes and shapes, different color hair, all sorts of nipples and different amounts of pubic hair. No longer the mousy librarians, these are hot-blooded women with hunger in their eyes. When I ask them to spread their thighs so that the men can see the buried treasures, there is no hesitation or modesty. The three women on the couch actually hook their knees over each other, and the others arrange their legs by taking advantage of the arms of their chairs. With the gaze of the men taking it all in, women follow my instructions and start to play with their nipples with one hand, and with the other, they tangle and twist their cunt hair. Gradually, they work their fingers into the wet and open folds of their cunt flesh, and gently start to probe and caress their labia and clitorises (Shit! what is the plural of clitoris? Clitori? Or maybe it is like "deer" or "pants," both singular and plural at the same time!). The hungry look in the women's eyes is being replaced with a kind of glazed-over stare that lets us all know that they are happy, and getting happier. Now that the women are engaged in exhibitionist masturbation, I turn my attention to the men. I tell them to take off their underwear. That command is a relief to them, since the restraining embrace of the fabric has become uncomfortable. Their hard shafts of pink flesh come springing out from their traps, and all six point straight outwards and upwards, bouncing against arms as the men bend over to push the bikinis down their legs and over their feet. When they are all standing upright again, their erections sway and bob randomly. All of the men have wet spots on the heads of their cocks, and I have to sternly demand that they keep their hands off their meat. I make them perform like the Rockettes, twitching their cocks up and down in unison, then grinding their hips so that their erections oscillate in big circles. It is sort of a masculine version of the bump and grind tit-twirling that strippers are famous for. Drops of shiny precome occasionally flip off the tips of the dancing cocks. The ladies on the couch still have their fingers teasing their cunts, but the men's show evokes some whistling and hollering of encouragement. I have to remind them to keep up their show for them men, who I give permission to start stroking their hard cocks. Now it is time for me to take part in the show. Standing on the towel-covered coffee table, I flip off my red pumps and sway provocatively. My fingers raking through my blond hair, lifting it over my head, licking my lips provocatively as I stare brazenly at all the hard cocks and dripping cunts. I let my hair fall over my face, and twist my neck back and forth so that it flails around. My hands drop to my shoulders, pulling the spaghetti straps down onto my upper arms. One arm reaches behind me to unzip my dress, while the other holds the front over my breasts. Again, I rake my fingers through my blond hair, reaching upwards while I continue my sensuous hula dance. Released from the support of my hand, the top edge of my dress slips slowly down my body. My breasts are revealed first, as the sewn edge of the material stuck on the hard points of my nipples before releasing with an inaudible pop. As the liberated weight of my breasts sway to my dancing, the dress falls further, over my taut tummy and then past my hips. My shocking red panties are now revealed, An Tim immediately exclaims about how wet the crotch is. When I bend at the waist to look, I can see a dark crimson spreading in an irregular circle centered on my cunt. I hadn't realized how aroused I had become. I guess I was too busy being the boss of this orgy. My velveteen and satin dress is now gathered in a pile around my bare feet. Balancing on one foot, I drag the other one gradually upwards, rubbing it against my leg. It slides up shin, and when it gets to my knee, I let go of my hair and reach down to grab the insole of my foot, pulling it slowly up further and further. This spreads my thighs wider and wider apart. I know that the bulge of my mons veneris is pronounced and apparent to the gawking looks of my audience. Eventually, I am able to position the heel of my foot right into the crotch of my panties, and when I exert some pressure inwards, I can feel my labia spread inside my satin panties. Now the blunt hard heel is pressed right into the nub of my clitoris. Yes, that feels good. In this room full of masturbating partiers, I am the last to actually touch myself. Precariously balanced on one foot, I massage my whole cunt with my other foot. My juices mix with the satin, making a slick lubricant. I can't keep that position for long, so I let my foot down to the table and kick my dress out of the way. I then pull my panties down my legs and pick them up. Leaning over the edge of the table, I press my damp, aromatic panties into the face of each of the men, letting them smell and feel the lusty moisture that saturated the satin. The last man in the line is Tim, and he takes the panties from my hand, and pulls the crotch band away from the rest. Then he puts just the crotch between his lips and chews and sucks the sweet nectar into his mouth. That is so sexy. I am naked. The men are still pumping up and down on their steel-hard cocks, and the women are rubbing their clits harder. Everyone is breathing hard, and again, I remind them all to hold off. If anyone has a premature orgasm, he or she will have to leave the room. Nobody wants to miss anything, and I can see several people slacken the pace of their masturbating. Facing the men, I squat down on the table and begin to stimulate my own clit. But my legs are tired, so I lie down on the covered coffee table. On my right is the line of 6 men, but all I really see are their beautiful cocks about a foot higher than my reclining body. On my left are the women strung out like beads on a necklace, starting above my head and queued up down to my feet. Their open cunts are even with my body, and when I look towards them, I am looking right up into their cunts. Everyone is so close. Their sexual organs are so red, so wet, so engorged with blood. MY calves are hooked over the sides of the table leaving me spread open wide for all to see. I take the index and middle fingers of my left hand and use them to spread my labia wide. The large bump of my clitoral hood is the lone pinnacle in the wet flatlands between my fingers. And my clitoris is poking out from its protective shield, looking for a friendly finger. My right hand slides down from my breasts, and I use my middle finger to tease my clit up and down, then back and forth. I may have been the last to start pleasuring myself, but I make up for the lost time quickly. I ask the men to gather closer, so that their knees are bumping up against my right side. Their cocks are extended right over my writing body. The women on my left lean forwards so that they can see how their men masturbate. Some of them pump straight up and down, and other use a sort of twisting motion. One guy is using the palms of both hands, as if he was making a snake out of clay. Another is pinching his nipples with his free hand. A couple of the men are fondling their balls. Some of the men are using saliva to lubricate their hands, either by drooling onto their cocks, or spitting into their palms. Others have so much precome that their saliva isn't necessary. Tim has the largest cock in the group, and he has both of his hands on his cock, one pumping and pulsing on the lubricated crown, and the other pistoning up and down on the rest of the shaft. The women too have varying techniques. One woman has her three middle fingers deeply embedded into her vagina, while the palm squashes down onto her mons, stimulating her clitoris. A couple of women are employing the technique that I am using. One of them is flicking her finger over her clitoris so quickly that her motions are a blur. One woman is pinching her nipples extremely hard, and pulling them way out from her huge breasts. That would hurt me, but she is obviously enjoying it. Jill has her cunt the closest to my face, and I can smell her flowing juices. She isn't rubbing her clitoris at all. Instead, she is using her index finger to hook into the entrance of her vagina, where she has found her G spot. She is getting incredible satisfaction from stoking that sensitive little bulge hidden inside her cunt. I'm getting close, and my muscles are vibrating with excitement and anticipation. It's time for the countdown. "Five"..... I tell everyone to start to build up to their orgasm, cause we want to all come at once. Four"...... Ladies, spread your thighs wide so that we can all see "Three"...... Men, thrust your hips forwards so that we can see your throbbing hunks of solid man-flesh, "Two".......... you can all be so proud of your prowess, your natural beauty, and your sexual awareness. "One"........... Everyone let us show us if you are really here, really involved, really ready. "Blastoff" Suddenly the room is full of sound, the sound of 13 simultaneous climaxes. Whimpers, grunts, ragged breathing, tight little screams, Tarzan-like hollers, shrill squeals, full-moon howls.... all mixed into a symphony of ecstasy. And the semen shooting out of six hard cocks, splattering onto my face, my breasts, my stomach, my churning fingers, my thighs. Blasts of come arching over me and onto the faces of the women on my left. Faces contorted my racking orgasms. Onto heaving breasts and big gumdrop nipples. Dripping in stringy dollops from nipples into the hot foaming cunts, intermingling with the pungent cunt juices. Pearly semen spewing onto the pearls of my necklace (maybe this is what they make fake pearls out of!) When I ask the women to help me clean up, I expect that they will use their fingers to scoop up the come. But they were not strangers to sapphic love. They all get on their knees around the table and lick all the sticky stuff off of me, lapping up every ropey strand. My post-orgasmic bliss is extended by the light stimulation of six tongues rasping over my nipples, lapping into my navel, and kissing through my cunt hair. The men massage the shoulders of the cat-like women, and they talk about how original and exotic this group masturbation had been. It turns out that they thought they had tried everything in their group, but they had never watched each other masturbate. It has been most enlightening to see exactly how all the other members of the group choose to stimulate themselves. There are so many ways to do it. Everyone is getting dressed to go home, transforming themselves back not their nerdy scientist personae. I remain splayed out on the coffee table (or should I call it the "cock-tail table"). I can still feel the coolness on my skin where the remaining semen and saliva are drying. What a night! How am I going to have the energy to drive home this evening? Perhaps Jill and Tim will put me up for the night. I'm sure that we can think of some good ways to pass the time. Note: "Slippery When Wet" is mentioned in this story. It is also known as "Sue's 9th," which is a two-part story. Watch for it to be reposted from time to time, but please don't ask me to send it to you by Email. Another Note: Despite the fact that this story purports to divulge the details of an encounter between myself and some people that I met through the Internet, I want to make something very clear: this is purely a figment of my imagination. This is not real life. I am not interested in meeting real people in these kinds of ways. On the other hand, I'd be glad to hear about your fantasies about meeting me... Fantasy.,...... get it? 13 Liar, Liar, Pants On Fire Today, like every day, you are going to go out for a short jog around the block. As you step out of your front door this hot and sunny afternoon, you are thinking about me, and about the scandalous note that you posted on alt.sex.stories. And you are feeling more than a little bit guilty about making up all that bullshit. It was just a way to get some attention, to provoke some controversy. But now your conscience is nagging you, telling you that you have been naughty, that telling lies on the 'Net' about real people is wrong and mean-spirited. Being the bad boy makes you feel bigger, more powerful, and that is a kinky sort of sexual turn-on for you. Just thinking about it makes your cock harden in your tight jogging shorts, and your little nipples also get hard and show through your T-shirt as you start to work up a sweat within a block of your house. A hundred feet in front of you is another jogger, a woman with long red tresses that flow and bounce over her back. You are already aroused from thinking about me, and this woman appears so strong and beautiful from the back... what the hell, you think, you might as well follow her for a while so that you can exercise your imagination as well as your other muscles. As you get closer to her, you can see that she is even more sweaty than you are... It must be 85 degrees today, and humid too. Her white tee shirt is soaked, and amongst the strands of her fire-red hair that are stuck to her back, you can see that she shows no sign of wearing a bra. And her skin-tight bicycling shorts smoothly follow her pumping, muscular flesh, showing no evidence of panties. Mmmmm, you'd like to get to know her, but that seems so unlikely. You're thinking that you might as well enjoy the view, and tonight you'll call me and maybe we can get together and I can satisfy your raging need for sexual release. After a mile of viewing the redhead's back and especially her clenching ass cheeks, you cross the street and increase your speed so that you pull up even with her. Sneaking quick glances to the side, you can now see her heaving, swaying breasts, and she certainly isn't wearing anything under her thin shirt. It's like one of those wet T-shirt contests. You can see her big nipples popping out from the heaving breasts. Your glances gradually become longer. What the hell, you'll never see her again, so why not stare. After all, if she wasn't trying to attract your attention, she should have worn less revealing clothes for her jog! So you examine her swaying tits and her large nipples as they bump and jostle inside the sticky transparent shirt. You can see that the nipples are very dark and red, and that the stick out like gumdrops. Looking up at her face, she is looking straight ahead, not paying attention to your attention. Her face is beautiful and glamorous, only partly hidden behind reflective sunglasses. Strands of that exotic red hair stick to her forehead and cheeks and the sweat is pouring down her face, dripping on to her pneumatically bouncing breasts. Her tight pants reveal the pronounced mound of her sex, which appears and disappears behind her pumping thighs. Perhaps you are imagining it, but you feel sure that you can see a fold of the super-tight Lycra creasing vertically through the center of her mound. Perhaps her cunt is shaved, you wonder, although you also start to think about red cunt hair getting stuck in your teeth. By this time, you have been jogging for 4 or 5 miles, and you are surprised to discover that you are back on your own street. You have not been paying attention to your route at all, since your mind has been fully occupied with the jogger. As you approach your front door, you wonder whether you should continue following this beautiful woman, or should you call it quits. You are confident that I will be home waiting for your call, so your stimulated libido won't go unsatisfied. But as you approach your home, the jogger absolutely surprises you by turning up onto your path and stopping right at your door. Leaning back against the frame, she strikes a stunningly sexy pose, with one hand raking up through her wet hair, and her other hand is brought up to her face, with her first finger in front of her luscious lips, indicating that she wishes to dispense with talk. That's all right with you, and you stride up the steps to stand right in front of her, breathless from both the running and the shock of the events that are transpiring. She is brushing her back up and down against the door frame, and the knob is right behind her, pressed into her ass. You have neighbors that are too inquisitive, so you decide that this had better proceed indoors... and right away, for your erection has been straining at your jogging shorts since you first stepped out onto the street 30 minutes ago. By now it is aching, and its shape is clearly outlined through the wet nylon. Your silent friend has let her gaze drop down and she is now staring straight into your groin, which is both a turn on for you, but also somewhat disquieting. Anyway, you reach your hand out to slide it around her moist waist, squeezing it behind her firm derriere so that you can grasp the doorknob. As you turn it, the door pops open, and you both tumble inward. As you reach out to embrace her, her slick body slides out of your grasp, and she prances away, into the dining room. You give chase, enjoying the tease, but really ready for more direct action. But she stays just out of your reach as you pursue her through all the rooms of your house. She is fast and wily, and anticipates your zigs and zags perfectly. She reminds you of a cat. Finally the chase leads you both into the master bedroom, which is a mess. You haven't been entertaining your women friends there recently, and dirty clothes are piled up everywhere. But you don't care too much, for this is a perfect place for the chase to end up. At least your sheets are clean, for the time being. You stand in the doorway, and know that she has no way to escape. She stands up in the center of the bed and shimmies her body in the most seductive dance you can imagine. Then she points down at the bed and you can tell from her body language that she wants you to lie down on the bed, which you do immediately. Crawling between her spread legs, you position yourself with your head propped up on the pillow, and watch as she continues her feline dance, straddling your shoulders. The bottom edge of her shirt pulls away from her body and you can see the undersides of her breasts swing around. Her skin-tight Lycra pants hide very little, for you can clearly see the split down the middle of her cunt, and the two half- moons of her swollen lips. The only sign of pubic hair is a ridge right above her cunt that shows the texture of the bristling hair, so you are pretty sure that the rest of the area is smoothly shaved. This is all so exciting, and you reach your hands up to caress her sweaty calves and knees. When you start to reach up higher, she wags her finger indicating that it isn't time yet. And with that, she jumps down from the bed and grabs one of your neck ties from the bedside stand. When she starts to tie it around one of your wrists, you pull your hand away. This isn't what you had in mind! She stands up straight and stares right into your eyes for at least 60 seconds, a stern and sad look on her face. She's still got her shiny sunglasses on, and you can see the dual reflections of your aroused body on the faces of the glasses. Then she slowly turns around and starts to walk toward your bedroom door. You can't stand the idea of her leaving now. So you call out to her, and tell her that you'll go along with being tied up, just as long as she promises to fulfill your needs. She stops with her back to you and then slowly, ever so slowly, turns on her heels and stares at your face again, then down to your tented shorts. She seems to be weighing her alternatives, and as she ponders, one of her hands reaches down between her thighs and she starts to rub her cunt through the Lycra. That apparently helps her decide to stay, for she walks back over the side of your bed and resumes her task of tying your hand to one side of the headboard. Then the other hand. You are having second thoughts about this, and you test the strength of the knots. But she stills your experiments with another stern gaze that calms you down. She goes to the closet and gets two more ties, which she uses to fasten your feet to the footboard. You are now spread- eagled, face up, and it crosses your mind that it would have been advantageous if you had removed your clothes first. And the ties she has used were expensive silk. It would probably be better if you didn't pull too hard and damage the material. When you are fully bound to the bed, she again mounts the bed and straddles your head. She grips the bottom edge of her shirt, and pulls it up over her head, revealing her wonderful breasts and the hard nuggets of those nipples that you ogled earlier through the wet shirt. Her skin is still covered with a bountiful sheen of perspiration, and she glistens in the light from the sun streaming through the window. She is utterly magnificent, and her body can't stop swaying and shimmying. You lick your lips in anticipation. Then she steps forward until her feet are just on either side of your head. It is hard to see much now, except for the tips of her nipples that project out enough for your eager view. Otherwise, you see only her calves and knees rising up in pink columns, disappearing into the black Lycra. And those bulging cunt lips and the juncture of the tow muscular thighs. She reaches down to the top of her shorts and starts to roll them down over her hips, and further down her legs, toward your face. As the black Lycra comes closer and closer, it becomes all that you can see, until the crotch of her pants is all the way down forming a tight bridge stretched between her ankles, pulled tightly against your eyes and nose. You can't see anything, and the smell of her crotch is so strong as you breathe it in. It is a wonderful mix of her vaginal juices (so sweet and arousing) and her accumulated perspiration (sour and tangy). You like this, and begin to probe into the folds of the wet material with your tongue, tasting and smelling the pungent scent of this incredible red-headed cat-woman. But it is a little hard to breathe like this, so you are relieved when she finally puts one hand on the wall over your head and lifts her right foot up so that she can remove the bike shorts. When your eyes readjust to the light, you are again staring up into her crotch, and she gradually spreads her knees, thereby spreading her thighs. Now you can see her uncovered cunt, and you have another big surprise. You had expected her patch of cunt hair to be bushy and red, like the fiery mane atop her head. But it is not red, it is blond and fairly sparse. Strange, you think. But there is not much time to think, for her cunt is descending further, and the rest of her cunt (shaved, as you expected) is spreading open like a flower, revealing the hanging, purplish lips of her cunt, and then the wet pink flesh of her inner lips. The dark recess of her vagina winks open and closed as she clenches her inner muscles. Just "north" of her vagina, there is the twist of flesh hiding her piss hole, and then above that is the clitoral ridge, with a couple of rings of skin surrounding the tip of her engorged clitoris. It's a little whiter in color than the rest of her cunt, and it is even twitching slightly. You can see everything so clearly, for she has stopped just inches above your face. Now she closes the gap, and you reach your tongue upwards to greet her cunt. She takes both her hands and rests them on the bed just to either side of your head, above your ears. This forms a gentle trap that makes it clear that you shouldn't move your head. She now begins to move her crotch forward and back, dragging her wide-spread cunt over your entire face, from your chin to your forehead. You can feel the bump of her clitoris ride over all the features of your face, top to bottom. Then she focuses on your nose, thumbing her clitoris side-to-side over the ridge. She hasn't stopped sweating, and you can feel drops falling into your hair from her swinging breasts above you. You have stopped paying attention to the odd taste of her mixed juices and sweat... it is all acting as an aphrodisiac for you, and you again probe upwards with your tongue, finding her open vagina as she continues to mop her clitoris onto your nose. When she feels your tongue reach its target, she tilts her torso back a little more, so that you have full access, and can push your tongue deep. You then make your tongue long and hard and rigid. And she bounces up and down on it as if it were a cock. The loose outer lips are swollen and sopping wet, and they form a cushion that keeps your lips from being bruised against your teeth. Moaning and raspy gasps are emanating from her throat, and it is obvious that her orgasm is nearing. You push your tongue further forward within her vagina, as if your were trying to reach that patch of blond hair, and it is easy to tell when you make contact with her G-spot, for she immediately goes over the top, riding your tongue and nose into a canter and then a gallop. Her moans become a series of sharp grunts and squeals. Then you feel a flow of liquid surging out of her cunt around your tongue and into your open mouth. Your first thought is that she is peeing on you, but immediately you know that the taste is wrong. This is sweet and a bit syrupy, and you remember reading somewhere that some women actually ejaculate from having their G-spot stimulated. That is obviously what is gong on, and you eagerly lap up the wonderful nectar. When her orgasm finally abates, she swabs her wet cunt up and down your face a couple more times for good measure, and then rolls off of you and stands on the floor. She has a wonderful look on her face, and you are glad that she promised to make sure that you got off too. It's about time. Every woman-and this woman so much in particular-is so beautiful in the afterglow of an orgasm, and you look up and down her body with appreciation and anticipation. Your cock has been rock hard for maybe an hour and a half, and it is really starting to ache. As you look her over, you eyes again alight on her cunt, and again you wonder about her blond pubic hair. It looks so out of place. You have met and loved women who have dyed the hair on their head blond, but the pubic hair is always the giveaway as to what their natural color is. The woman can tell what you are thinking, and she decides that this is the time to reveal the truth. She reaches up behind her neck and pulls upward and forward. Her incredible red hair is a wig, and as it comes off and onto the floor, it pulls off her sunglasses as well. You are looking up into the face of a blond woman, a woman that you know very well from her self-description that she posted on alt.sex.stories ("Sue's Overture"), a woman that you were thinking about just as you went out to go jogging.... the very woman that you slandered and hurt with your bullshit little bunch of lies. It is me, Sue, the person that you said in your posting was not a real person. That's what really pissed me off. Now I begin to talk to you, breaking the silence that was meant to help me hide my identity. I tell you that I had been furious with you, that you had been a total jerk to have posted that bunch of crap about me. You are too little a man to write your own fantasies, to do something positive and creative on the Internet. Instead, you spread false rumors, caring not at all for the results of your fabrications. You polluted the computer bandwidth, you spineless bastard, and your unwillingness to answer my email to you makes your crime even worse. So I was mad, and I still am. And now I am getting my revenge. You are still tied to the bed. You are desperate for my help to relieve your sexual needs. And ultimately, you need my help to release your binds. I have gotten to enjoy a wonderful orgasm already, and it won't be my last this afternoon. I'll decide what to do for your needs, depending on my mood. But right now, you are mine, and I already feel the need to enjoy another orgasm. Yours will have to wait. Too fucking bad. And with that, I leave the room and return with a pair of scissors, which I use to cut away your T-shirt, and then slice up through the legs of your pants and underwear. The feeling of the cold steel against your still-sweaty skin is both provocative and a bit scary. You don't know much about me, and you aren't at all sure if I am above truly harming you. All you do know is that I am mad as hell. When I pull the clothes away from your body, you are totally naked and it feels exposed. Your little nipples are hard, and your cock is STILL rock hard. I go into the bathroom and return with a large towel soaked with warm water. You may have found it sexy to lick the sweat from my body, but I would prefer to enjoy yours when it is clean. And I rub the towel over your chest. I rub it harder and harder, and your nipples become red and extra sensitive, and your skin is pink. I gently wipe your face, and then back to the bathroom to freshen the towel with more hot water, which I use to clean your legs and then, finally, my attention is focused on your rigid cock, which I wipe clean. Then your balls, which I handle a bit roughly, just enough to make you nervous, not enough to truly hurt. I let the towel continue "south" until I am cleaning your asshole and your butt cheeks. I let the coarse terrycloth rub across your anus, and I can tell that you enjoy that; I suppose that assholes love their assholes! Each time that I prod at your rectum, your cock twitches, and your thighs clench. So I tease you more, wrapping my pinky in the towel and pushing it in an inch or so. and hooking it forwards. I've read that men have a spot in their anus something like my G-spot, and I explore for that. When I find it (and it is obvious when I do) I only toy with it for a minute. After all, this is teasing, not satisfaction for you, so I want to leave you with plenty to think about. Back up to your cock I go, and tossing the towel to the side, I plant some gentle kisses on the ridged skin of you balls, and then flutter my tongue up from there, flicking it over the thick tubular ridge of the underside of your cock, until I reach the raised edge of your cock-head. Instead of continuing with my tongue, I draw back and blow on the head, making the tight purple skin dry and shiny. I am so close that I can study every little bump and vein and discoloration. Stretching down from your piss hole is that tight strip of skin that pulls the tip of the head around so that the entire head looks like a helmet. That strip of skin is so tight. I twang it with my fingertip as if it were a guitar string. I scratch around on the dark surface of the head with my teeth, leaving temporary tracings of pink. Then I grasp your cock in both my hands and roll it ever-so- gently between my hands as if it were a piece of clay that I was making into a snake. You are gasping in delight, perhaps believing that I am going to let your balls empty their cream right now. No such luck. Instead, I again straddle your head, with my legs well parted and my legs straight. Now I am going to masturbate right in front of you, and you won't be able to enjoy anything but the view. Remember all the times you masturbated right after reading my stories, but being unwilling to satisfy me by writing your own stories in response. Instead, you acted like a malicious coward by writing that dastardly note. Well now I am exacting my revenge. I use one hand to spread my outer lips wide and upward. My clitoris is totally exposed for your eyes, and for my enjoyment. I lick the fingers of my other hand and immediately begin to vigorously rub my clitoris, and occasionally my entire cunt. When I reach up into my vagina, I then take the wet fingers and bring them down to your mouth, where you lick off the juices. Back to my cunt, and I diddle my clitoris back and forth, and then take it between my thumb and first finger and roll the little nub around. When my orgasm nears, I reach all three of my middle fingers down and then backup into my vagina, again stimulating my G- spot while the heal of my hand massages my clitoris. My pinky reaches all the way around and teases over my puckered asshole, flicking back and forth. My other hand is no longer needed in my cunt, so I use it to squeeze my breasts and lightly twist and rub my nipples I am looking straight down into your face, and I'm sure that you can see pure lust etched across my own face. I can see it in your eyes, too. When my climax finally hits me, I squat down suddenly, and lower my asshole right onto your tongue, which you obligingly use to stimulate this forbidden spot. And gawd, do I have a big orgasm. The waves of pleasure are huge, breaking and rebuilding a dozen times. It is absolutely wonderful, heightened by the power I feel from showing off for you, and from exacting some revenge for your naughtiness. I wriggle my body back down your body, leaving a wet trail of cunt juices on your face, your chest, and your tummy. Reaching down under me, I grasp your cock, point it upwards, and let myself down onto it all at once. It is embedded deep into my cunt, and my little patch of blond cunt hair entwines with your pubic hair. You've been waiting so long (more than two and a half hours)! for this, but I'm not ready to let you off the hook yet. I lean forwards and allow you to suck on my nipples, but my cunt remains stationary. You push my nipple out of my mouth and beg me to ride your cock so that you can finally have the orgasm that you NEED so badly, that you want with all your heart. Now is the time for me to talk about promises. You've been waiting and wanting for so long now. I don't feel too bad about your ruined jogging cloths, or your ties, which will probably be fine. I never caused you real pain- although I'm sure that the teasing was excruciating. So here is what I want to know: do you promise to stop writing lies about me and any other person on the Internet? Will you redeem yourself by posting a message withdrawing your previous message, and telling the world that you were a shameful liar? Will you tell the world that Sue is an incredible, lusty, and ever-so-real person? Will you take the energies that you have been exerting on telling lies on the Internet, and redirect it towards more useful actions, such as contributing to a.s.s with actual stories, rather than bullshit comments? In the future, will you post constructive comments in the proper place, alt.sex.stories.d (the "d" stands for "discussion")? If you answer all of my questions the way you now you should, I will stop teasing you instantly. In fact, I will ride that big cock of yours right now, for as long and as hard as it takes. My warm and wet cunt will grasp at your cock with all its strength, and I'll reach behind me and fondle your balls and tickle your asshole. I'll lean forwards and feed you my breasts. Your cock will swell to a size it has never reached before, and your cock head will be massaged and milked by my cervix. I'll make sure that you have the most intense orgasm imaginable. You'll be smiling for hours. If you don't promise to correct your wayward behavior, then I'll let your yearning cock plop right out of my cunt onto your tummy, where it will flop around like a fish out of the life-giving water that it needs. And I'll leave you tied up there 'til you change your mind.......... You decide. We are both waiting and wanting. Don't disappoint me. Exercise your imagination. Exorcise your demons. I'm still waiting....... 14 Craftsmanship I met him at a local craft fair. He is a glass blower, and his work is stunningly beautiful. The designs are organic: elegant, flowing, natural shapes that are both crisp and soft. As soon as I saw his work in his booth, the word that came to my mind was "sensuous." Not that any item looked like a specific part of human anatomy. In fact, everything was abstract. But universal images of penises and skin and breasts and thighs and backs and lips and fingers all floated through my mind's eye as I looked at the body of his work. Then I turned around and looked at him, and those same images were reinforced in my imagination. He was a hunk. Big and strong and intense. He must stand 6'4" or more. But he wasn't standing; he was sitting on a stool, head tipped back, arms crossed on his huge chest, staring into space. I hesitated to break his serenity by speaking to him, but I was genuinely interested in his work. In fact, with a wedding coming up soon, I needed a present to give to the lucky couple. One of these glass sculptures would be perfect to help "keep the fires burning" in their long life together. So I asked the craftsman about how the pieces were made. My question sort of startled him out of his trance, but he looked over to me and stared deeply into my eyes in a way that seemed to penetrate my very soul. Most men will look into my face, and then there gaze starts to travel over my body, sneaking peeks at my hair, my breasts, my legs,... but this guy (his name was Malcolm) kept his eyes zeroed in on mine in a way that felt inviting and warm. Warm enough to melt my heart, and to make my body tingle. Not incidentally, I could feel a little gush of moisture form within my cunt. But he certainly wasn't much of a conversationalist. He answered my questions, but offered no elaborations. Eventually, we both became aware that it was frustrating for him to try to put into words what was an inexplicable creative process, and we spoke about that for a few minutes. As a solution, he suggested that I could come by his studio someday to watch him work. Perhaps that would help answer my questions. He had a showroom there, too, so I could pick out something for my wedding gift at the same time. That sounded fine, and it would give me time to think about my purchase. At least that what I told him. To myself, I was being more honest. I found this guy attractive. A visceral hunger began to gnaw at me, and over the next week, I thought about Malcolm and his beautiful craftwork frequently. On Friday, I called him and made an appointment to visit his workshop the next day. It is way out in the sticks, perhaps a half-mile down a single lane dirt road that made me concerned about the suspension on my little Miata. Anyway, I made it OK, but my knock on the front door elicited no response. But there was an old beat-up van in the driveway, so I walked around the house through some absolutely stunning gardens of perennials and wildflowers. It made me feel that I had worn just the right outfit for this setting: a lightweight cotton peasant dress with a floral print. A scooped neckline and knee- length hemline. Underneath, a loose-fitting golden silk chemise with a snap crotch. Nothing else. It all seemed so free and flowing and natural, just like this afternoon in nature with a craftsman. All was well with the world at that moment, and I was so happy that I raised my arms into the air and kind of danced and pirouetted around the gardens, proceeding in the general direction of the building behind the house, which was obviously Malcolm's studio. I danced all the way to the doorway, discovering that it was open. Inside, I could see Malcolm working. Undetected, I watched him for a few minutes as he moved from a furnace over to his work area, where he spun and shaped an orange glob of soft glass into an elongated shape. When he got up again to go back to the furnace, he saw me at the doorway. He waved for me to come on over, which I did. Immediately, I was struck by how warm it was inside, in contrast to the slight chill in the air. The building housed several furnaces, all going at once. Some held pots of molten glass of various kinds, and one was the furnace that he used to heat and reheat the piece that he was working on at the moment. Around the rest of the shop were shelves of items- works in progress and experiments of all sorts. The same sorts of sensuous, organic shapes that I had seen in his booth at the craft fair. In fact, some of the work was more blatantly erotic, and I could see why he might not choose to show it in a public setting. Hardly ever saying a word, Malcolm allowed me to watch him complete the item he had started before my arrival. His movements were smooth and muscular. He and his work were so alike in that way. When he finished this item, he knocked it off the puttee (the iron blow pipe) with a decisive rap that seemed to endanger the result of his hard efforts...., but the glass fell safely into a tray of sand, where it cooled off. Then he asked me if I'd like to work on one with him. Of course, what an opportunity to learn-and to get closer to his magnetic physique! He gathered up a new glob of molten glass on the puttee, and then had me sit at his bench while he and I together held and rolled the piece across the rails on the bench. At first, I was unable to get a bubble of air blown into the center of the glass, but he got it started, and then I was able to open it up more. Malcolm showed me how to use the pincer things to change the outside shape, and together we worked on the piece. He allowed me to choose the form, but I relied mostly on him to make the thing happen. While we were working on it, he kneeled on the hard floor, so close that his shoulders bumped into my arms. His hands intertwined with mine to guide and strengthen my motions. His thin sheen of perspiration mingled with mine. I had to spread my legs to straddle the end of the bench, and to gain leverage for the manipulation of the glass. I could feel the warm air pressing into my skin all over. When we got up to reheat the glass in the furnace, Malcolm stood right behind me and reached around me on both sides to help hold the puttee in position, and to keep it turning. The heat radiating out of the open door of the furnace burned into my skin, and yet I could still feel the heat radiating from his body into my back, and the light touch of the front of his jeans grazed over my ass cheeks. The brilliant cherry color of the molten glass put a blush on my skin. Or was it the fiery lust that was building higher and higher as we worked? The glass had started as an amorphous ball, but I kept squeezing it out longer and longer, When I blew into the puttee, the whole sausage shape got both wider and more elongated. The surface remained somewhat ridged and bumpy, with thick walls. Then I pinched in more a few inches behind the head of it, which caused the end to swell out more. Perhaps he had suspected what I was up to before that moment, but now there could be no mistaking it. He burst out with a deep-throated laugh that was so sincere and jovial that I too joined in with my own giggles. Of course, the piece was pretty much done, although Malcolm added more glass to the base of it, making a wide flange. When we knocked it off the puttee into the sand, we both spent a few moments staring at the transparent, shiny phallus that I had just made. He said that he had never actually made one before, but from what I could see of his work, I knew that everything he made came from his erotic sensibilities. I was just not talented enough to be so indirect and abstract. He put the puttee down and then grasped my shoulders and turned me around, so that I was facing out through the open doorway, looking out into the incredibly lush gardens. His fingers traced down the outside of my arms, over my wrists, past the end of my fingers, onto the front of my thighs, and then touched my knees. I was quivering with anticipation as he took hold of the hem of my dress and pulled slowly upwards. I raised my arms toward the lintel of the door, and he pulled my dress upward and over my hands, tossing it aside. I left my arms up, and his fingers traced back down along my arms to my neck, and forward onto my chin. He swirled all over my face, pulling my long blond hair out of the way and over to one side. His hands moved down onto my throat, and continued onto my breasts, cupping and milking them through the sheer satin. He tweaked and massaged my nipples, which stood out like pink pencil erasers, tenting the silk fabric. When I brought my own hands down so that they rested on the top of my head, it made room for Malcolm's face to come in and nestle alongside of mine, his stubbly chin resting lightly on my shoulder. His hands were so strong, yet his fingers were so gentle. Every move was smooth and controlled, just the way that he worked on his glass. I felt like he was memorizing my curves and concavities. Under his touch, I felt so voluptuous and pliant. He pushed my flesh around as if it was molten glass. His hot breath acted like the invasive fires of the furnace, melting my resistance away (actually, I was totally receptive to his advances). Sun light poured through the doorway, fanning the flames more. I stared in mesmerized euphoria into the tapestry of enchanting flowers. His hands began to slide further down the front of my chemise, lightly kneading and probing into my skin along the way. When he got to my cunt, he wasted no time. Immediately, he reached between my thighs and expertly unsnapped the crotch of my chemise, and then pulled it up over my head in one quick movement, throwing it into the pile with my dress. As the filmy material wafted to the floor, I kicked off my sandals, and then stood absolutely naked with his coarse textured shirt and pants pressing into my back. The fingers of both hands zeroed in instantly onto my cunt. He pulled my lips apart and ran the length of one finger through my soggy slit several times, letting his knuckles and rough calluses bump over my erect clitoris in rapid succession. Talk about being "hand-made!" But he didn't linger like that for long. He pulled back away from me, and I could hear him undress behind me. When he was naked, Malcolm gripped my by the waist and pulled me backwards, so that my feet shuffled backwards a few inches or so. Then he gently but insistently pushed forwards on my back, right between my shoulder blades, so that I was forced to lean forward at the waist. My only choice was to reach out and grab onto the frame of the door on each side of the opening. I was bent over at the waist, with my back parallel to the floor and my swollen breasts hanging pendulously, gumdrop nipples pointing at the door sill. My hamstrings were stretched tight. The small of my back arched downward, which pushed my ass up high into the air. I spread my legs wide for balance, and to open myself for whatever he had in mind. He reached in under my ass and again plucked at my clitoris and massaged my drooping outer lips. When he pulled his hand back a little, he let it linger in the moisture that was now oozing from my percolating vagina. I could feel cool droplets of my juices dripping down the feverish flesh of my inner thighs. He knew that I was open and wet and ready. Malcolm pulled his fingers away, and my whole ass followed his fingers, unwilling to let him escape. But immediately, his fingers were replaced by the hard heat of his cock, slipping between my ass cheeks, insinuating itself between the thickened flaps of my labia, and then directly into the entrance to my vagina. The swiftness of this move caught me by surprise, as I had expected him to play around some more. As I sucked in my breath in a long inhalation, he plunged his cock into me in a single thrust. My vaginal canal expanded and stretched just barely enough to accept his wide-bodied pillar of flesh. The knob on the end was incredibly large, but once that had gone past the tight ring at the entrance of my cunt, things became at least a little easier. Fortunately, I was prepared by my gushing torrent of juices, which lubricated his impulsive penetration. As I gasped with the fullness of my cunt, I also noticed how wonderfully slippery and silky his cock felt inside me. And even more, the heat that radiated from his cock. It was unbelievable how hot his cock was, not quite scalding my inner tissues, but burning in an exquisite way. It seemed hotter than should be possible, but it wasn't until his cock was fully embedded into my tautly stretched vagina that I realized that it wasn't his cock at all. For I should have felt his groin and his wiry pubic hair pressed into my ass cheeks; instead, I could feel his fist as it gripped the flared end of the glass phallus that we had created. It had cooled down just enough to be handled and touched. And it had been thrust deep into the furnace of my body, where it was stoking the fires of my unbridled lust. I grunted with the unbridled lust that had been kindled by this glass spike, and that sound communicated to Malcolm that I understood and accepted his gift. He slowly withdrew the glass dildo, and then sipped it back into me with little thrusts that penetrated only a couple of inches. With his other hand, he reached around me and started rhythmically squeezing one of my breasts, holding the entire mound of pulpy flesh in his palm. After being so totally filled, I felt the wanton need to be filled again. But Malcolm was exploring for my G spot, and he found it right away. The heated knob brushed across it again and again, and in my state of extreme passion, this stimulation was enough to put me over the top quite quickly. I shrieked my pleasure out into the garden, and flailed my hair around my head. He again impaled the glass pole all the way into me, stuffing my vagina. Oh, my god, what an incredible orgasm was rising within me. I was awash in the elation of total nirvana, and my cunt tried to clamp down onto the shiny hot cock as if to shatter the glass. My hips pistoned up and down rapidly over the unbending implement. Displaced by the incredible fullness, clear juices were squeezed out from my cunt and they drooled down onto Malcolm's hands. He took his thumb away from the flange he was holding and let it slide across my asshole as I snapped down onto the cock. My climax seemed to last forever, and eventually, I was too weak to remain in my bent-over position, and I sagged to the floor, and rolled out onto the lawn outside the door. It took a while for me to regain my wits, but eventually, I opened my eyes and focused on Malcolm, who was leaning against the doorframe. He had a smug, wry look on his face, and a fat long erection in his hand. I smiled back at him and beckoned to him wordlessly with my index finger. He placed the glass cock on the grass, and kneeled down next to me. I got up on my haunches and pushed my shoulders into his chest, trying to push him over. He was a solid as an oak tree, but eventually, he allowed me to topple him. He lay flat on his back in the green carpet of grass, and I straddled his hips, weight on my knees. Again I impaled myself on his cock. And this time, it was the real thing. Perhaps it wasn't as massive or as hot as the one that had filled me moments before, but it was deeply pleasurable for me, and judging by the expression on his face, it was what he wanted too. He hadn't been coy with me, so I determined to be just as abrupt. So I started riding Malcolm's big cock like a bucking bronco, rapidly rising and falling, lifting my cunt up to the bloated mushroom-shaped head, then sinking down with all my weight. I rhythmically constricted my cunt muscles as hard as I could, milking his cock in my steamy pneumatic vessel. At the same time, I was running my fingers through the thick black hair on his broad chest, scratching him lightly with my fingernails. I pinched hard onto his hard little nipples, which drew an appreciative snort from his throat. When Malcolm's hands came up and attempted to grip my waist, I slapped them away. Now it was my turn to be in control, and I pulled my self up so that I was squatting now, his hands immobilized between my feet and his hips. I increased the speed of my pistoning, bouncing my weight around. My breasts were flopping around wildly, and I leaned forwards so that my hair whipped over his face and neck. Of course, it didn't take much of this animalistic rutting to push Malcolm to his own orgasm. When I felt him tense up, and saw his face begin to contort, I pushed myself all the way up and off of his cock, settling instantly onto my haunches at his sides. I grabbed hold of his pulsating cock and began to jerk up and down on the sheathing skin. I could feel the incredible heat of the blood coursing through his veins, and I could smell the intermingled liquids of his salty precome and my spicy cunt juices. His pubic hair was plastered to his groin with our slimy secretions. His hips were twitching with the impending climax. His eyes were screwed shut, and then he drew in a deep breath that expanded his muscular chest to incredible size (glass-blowers lungs!). Only then, at the moment of his orgasm, did I bring my mouth down to kiss and then swallow the purple head of Malcolm's cock. Only then did I remove one hand from the plump shaft of his cock and start of juggle his heavy balls in my fingers. And that is when he began to blast his succulent semen onto my lapping tongue. Pumping his cock with the other hand, I synchronized my strokes to his ejaculations. This added to the forcefulness of the blasts, and the thick globs of cream shot deep into my throat. His magnificent cock had become a flame-thrower, and the heat and thickness of his come reminded me of the amorphous dollops of glass that we had shaped an hour ago. I tried to swallow as much as I could, collecting his nectar hungrily. But there was just too much, and it dribbled out around the edges of my pursing lips, and down through my fingers. Finally, he released the tension from all of his muscles, and I released my tight grasp on his softening cock. I lay down next to him in the grass. With his arm around me and my head resting on his slowly heaving chest, we fell asleep with the sun and our blazing memories keeping us warm in our naked, blissful splendor. It wasn't until two days later that I finally left Malcolm's place. I carried with me my glass phallus, my gift for my friends' wedding, and the intention to return soon to learn more from this true craftsman! 15 Catty Corner I decided to splurge when I made the reservation for the hotel. After all, this was an important business conference for me, and I was going to be in the city for only a couple of nights. My plane flights were going to be a grueling five hours, with two changes of planes. So I knew I'd be tired, and the idea of suffering with a cheap motel room was not appealing. I called one of those luxury downtown hotels. It was one of the new ones, built in a triangle around a huge central atrium..., glass elevators, balcony hall-ways draped in lush greenery around the atrium. And I asked for a luxury suite with a king-size bed and a separate living room. I wanted to take care of myself for a change. Hopefully, the conference would lead to some profitable business connections that would make the expense of this hotel seem insignificant. I had wanted to check into my room as soon as I arrived in the city, but of course the flights were late, and the traffic into the city made me so late that I had to go right to the banquet that opened the conference. What I really wanted was a shower, and an hour to relax and compose myself. But I put on my best "face," and freshened up in the restaurant's bathroom. The dinner and innumerable speeches dragged on and on 'til late at night. But the other people assigned to my table turned out to be interested in the services that my company could offer. By the time that the dessert plates were being picked off of the tables by the bus-boys, I had informally finalized several lucrative deals, and my table mates invited me out for drinks at the restaurant's bar. I was by this time totally exhausted by my the long day (including three time zone changes) but I felt that it was important to be gracious in accepting their offer to continue talking. The fact that they were all men, and that I was probably the most attractive woman in the crowd, was not lost on me, but I determined to keep things on a business level. The conversation over drinks was loaded with their mischievous double-entendres, which I let go unchallenged. Finally, we made arrangements to reconvene our discussions at the next night's dinner, and we all traded business cards. When the party broke up, I caught a cab back to the hotel. I couldn't believe it when I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost two in the morning. I was actually just getting a second wind, as if my deep feeling of tiredness was overcome with the triumph of making the deals with my dinner partners. I had to admit to myself that there was kind of an erotic charge to the way that I was feeling. Kind of keyed up, and also kind of out of control from my exhaustion. Not much I was going to be able to do about it except masturbate in my room, but that can be great, so I started to think about that as I finally reached the hotel and went through my belated check-in. I was so late that there was not even a bell-hop on duty, so the man at the front desk told me how to get to my room on my own. I pulled my suitcase into the elevator, and as it took me to the top floor, I could see the entire interior of the atrium, with row after row of rooms wrapped around the balconies. There were 20 stories to this place. Each of the rooms had a large window that face into the atrium, and most of them were dark. A few had the lights on, but were shielded by curtains. My sexually oriented thoughts led me to wonder what was going on in each of those rooms. Momentary images of all sorts of couplings flashed through my mind's eye. Walking along the long balcony to my room, I passed by dozens of rooms, and I found myself glancing at the windows. Several had lights on, but the curtains assured the privacy of the inhabitants. But one room had the curtains partly open, and as I passed, I snuck a look. Inside was a scene that froze me in my tracks. The room was lit by only the flickering bluish illumination from the TV set. On the screen was a soft-core porno movie, the kind that hotels make available for an extra charge. There were the two occupants of the room. The woman was naked, and she was leaning over the back of a big overstuffed armchair, facing toward the TV, with her large breasts draped over the back cushion. The man was standing behind her, fucking his cock deep into her cunt. His hands were squeezing and massaging her ass cheeks so hard that I could see the white streaks on her red and sweaty skin, where his fingers had pushed the blood from her flesh. They were situated so that they were sideways to me, and as he slowly pumped his cock in and out of her, I could see the incredible length become exposed and then disappear again. He was so long and hard and wet, and on the back stroke, her cunt lips clung to his cock, as if they were trying to pull him back into her clutching vagina. His balls swung forwards and back, coming into view briefly with each thrust. She pulled her hands up to start pinching both her nipples into long hard gumdrops. The two of them were transfixed on the images displayed on the TV, mesmerized by the athletic threesome that are frolicking on the screen. Then he looked down at her ass and purposely drooled a long string of spit into the crease between her ass cheeks. The thumb of one hand chased after the moisture. I couldn't really see what he was doing, but it was easy to guess that his fattest finger was rubbing around her asshole, and when I saw his hand twist around, I knew that he had slipped his thumb into her. When he did that, her back stiffened and her body kind of jerked a bit, as if she were objecting. For myself, I know that I would be more than objecting. I like a little teasing around my asshole, but penetrating it is just not my thing. For this woman that I was spying on, anal penetration was apparently OK, because after a few seconds, she seemed to relax, and she went back to watching the movie and pulling on her nipples. Her chest was heaving and her rising excitement was increasingly evident. As was the man's-he had been very controlled in pacing his deep fucking motions, but now the thrusts were getting deeper than ever, and faster and faster. With the hand that was not involved with penetrating her ass, he started to slap playfully at the skin of her ass and back. Not the kind of slap that would be painful. These were light slaps, designed to heighten her skin's aliveness and sensitivity, like a splash of cold water. She didn't seem to mind at all, and in fact her head started to pivot around, flailing her short black hair around her ears, eyes wild with feverish lust. That's how she saw me. Her head stopped suddenly and her eyes locked on the window were I was standing, brazenly watching their supposedly private act. At first she looked shocked and worried, but that passed in an instant. Her eyes widened and she licked her tongue around her lips in a broad circle, wickedly smirking at me. Her stare made me aware of my own appearance, and I realized that my hand was pressed into the material of my dress, insinuating itself into the folds of my cunt. I was pressing hard into my vulva, cushioned my the thick skirt and panties that separated my fingers from my cunt, from the silky moisture that had wet my panties. Her smirk was to let me know that she was the one getting the true satisfaction from the shaft of wet flesh that was filling her. I was the one that had to be content with observing her complete pleasure. Her lips opened again, and I could see (but not hear) that she was saying something to her partner. He swung his head toward me and leered at me, laughing at my appearance through the window. This was finally too much for me. My embarrassment at being caught overwhelmed my hypnotic interest in their animalistic fucking, and I pulled my eyes away from theirs, and pulled my hand away from my cunt. I grabbed my suitcase and finally continued down the balcony toward my room, which was only two doors farther, being the last room on this wall. And my embarrassment at being caught by the couple was then made much worse, because there was someone else looking at me! He was in the room directly ahead of me at the end of the balcony. His room was catty corner to the one that I was soon to claim. Only his head was visible through the small gap in his curtains, but it was clear that his attention was focused on me, and I had no doubt that he had been watching me, as I in turn watched the other couple. As I reached into my purse to get my key, I averted my eyes from his, and struggled to open the lock and attain the sanctuary of my own room. I was so flustered that it took a while to get the key in correctly. Finally the door opened for me and as I turned back toward the hall for my suitcase, I again locked eyes with his. Something about him was reassuring, but being caught twice within one minute was kind of humiliating. In fact, I knew that I wouldn't feel safe until I was locked in my room. When I closed the door behind me and flipped on the light, I just stood frozen for a timeless moment. My heartbeat gradually slowed from a hummingbird's pace to something more human. I realized that I had been holding my breath, and I forced myself to take deep long inhalations. Eventually, I got myself back to some semblance of self control, and I took stock of what had happened, of what I was feeling, and of the fact that I was now safely ensconced in my luxury suite. Something about this feeling of fear reminded me of another situation-the time that I had snuck into a health club with a friend, so that we could use the Jacuzzi late at night. Our privacy that night had been interrupted by three college boys that had also snuck into the club. Hearing them in the hallway that night had petrified me with fear, but I remembered clearly that it had also been an incredibly erotic turn-on. That night was the subject of one of my stories ("Slippery When Wet"). It made me realize that sometimes fear and sex can be connected at some level. And that is what was happening for me right now. I was scared of the consequences of being caught being a naughty voyeur, but I was also turned-on. Not only by what I had seen through the window as the man and woman were fucking doggy-style. Also by the fact that I had been seen with my hand between my thighs by a complete stranger, late at night on the balcony of the 20th floor of a glamorous hotel across the country from my home. This train of thought reminded me of what it was that I had been caught doing. I had sort of been masturbating, and my panties were still sticky-wet with my juices. Now that I was safe in my own room, I could complete what I had started. I wondered if I should go on through the suite to the bedroom, and when I looked around to see how the rooms were laid out, I immediately noticed that the curtains to the atrium-side windows were open. My first thought was that I should, of course, close them. When I went over to do that, I looked out to the balcony, and immediately I saw the man again, in the room catty corner to mine. Because the hotel was built in a triangular shape, the rooms to each side of the inner corners actually faced inwards toward each other. Through my window, I was looking almost directly into his window, his room, and his face-it couldn't be more than six feet separating us. This stopped me cold. His hands held the curtains to either side of him, so that they were pulled wider than before. Now I could see his entire body, from his knees up. He was wearing a navy blue terry cloth robe, and I could discern right away that he was much older than me, maybe 60 years old or more. Gray hair, some facial wrinkles, and a wise and gentle countenance. His smile was sincere and amiable. Glancing downward, I could see the hint of a bulge beneath his robe, evidence that his cock was partially erect and tenting the fabric away from his thighs. Looking back up to his face, I knew that he had followed my wandering peek at his crotch, and he took his hand from the edge of the curtain and let it slowly move to the knot at the belt of his robe. When he pulled at the knot of the belt, the thick terry cloth parted as he held it to the sides with his hands on his hips, revealing the front of his torso. The pink skin of his chest was tufted with gray hair. For his age, I could see that he kept himself in pretty good shape, for his stomach was firm, and only a few wrinkles creased his skin. And then there was his cock. It was only partly hard, hanging downwards and slightly off to the side, but erect enough to have pulled away from his thighs. It sort of bobbed in the air, pulsing and twitching. I didn't know whether he was controlling this movement, or if it was involuntary, but I found myself staring at the dancing cock for many long seconds. When I pulled my eyes away to see his face, he raised his eyebrows, tilted his head to the side. It was a questioning look, asking me to think about what I wanted to do. He gave me some hand signals that indicated that we could get together. What did I want? I was so sexually keyed up, but getting together with this stranger seemed too complex for whatever time it was. And anyway, the theme for this evening seemed to be voyeurism, so that should be the way that it reached its conclusion. I decided that we could give each other a show. I put up my hand to let him know that he should stay put in his room. He looked disappointed for a moment, until he saw my hands go to the front of my green satin blouse. As I unbuttoned it and let it fall to the floor behind me, his facial expression turned from apprehension to curiosity, and finally to admiration, as my breasts came into view, wrapped by a sheer lace brassiere. I hardly ever wear one, but for this evening of business, I thought it would be better to avoid distracting the men with the sight of my nipples poking at the front of my blouse. I flipped off my shoes, and then I unzipped the side of my skirt and let it fall to my ankles, where I kicked it aside. I undid my braid, letting my long blond hair come free and loose and kinky-just the way that I felt at the moment! My body took up a swaying, sensuous dance as I ran my hands up my thighs, over my tummy, and onto my swelling breasts. I unsnapped the catch in the center of my bra and let the filmy cups hang limply draped over my breasts, with the material catching on the dark jutting nipples. With a shimmy of my shoulders, my breasts came free completely, jiggling like bowls of jello. The bra slid off of my shoulders and onto the floor, adding to the jumbled pile of clothes. Only my panties were left, and before I stripped them off, I looked up to see how my observer was doing. He had shed his robe, and was now standing completely naked except for a thin gold chain and medal; probably a Saint Christopher, perfect for a traveler, but not so good for a practicing Catholic staring out his hotel window at a voluptuous naked woman dancing for his attention only a very few feet from his similarly naked body. Right now, his fervor was not religious. It was passionate, as was clear from the attitude and altitude of his cock, which was now pointing well above the horizontal. It had a curved shape that made the head of his cock point straight upwards, almost touching his belly button. Such a deliciously young cock on his mature body. And it was still weaving and dancing like an eel out of water. As I observed its meandering dance, he reached down and grabbed it, starting an extremely slow stoking. I was so close to him that I could see a couple of drops of clear precome squeeze out of the tip from just the first pump. The viscous liquid smeared over the broad, purple glans, reflecting all the atrium lights like silver glitter. As he continued his slow fondling of his 8 inch cock, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my flowery satin panties and pulled them down to my knees. Naturally, the crotch was sort of stuck into the wet crease of my cunt, and I had to pull it out before I could pull my feet up and out of the underwear. Now I was completely exposed to this stranger's view, and I wasted no time before dipping one hand down to my crotch, diving a finger into the puffy wet folds of my cunt. That first touch on my clitoris was almost an electric shock, making my entire body shudder. My eyes were now glued to the sight of his cock being pumped with a gradually accelerating pace, and I took the fingers of my other hand to pull apart my outer labia and matted cunt hair, so that he could see the glossy pink flesh of my inner cunt. I lifted one foot up onto the sill of the window, which was almost two feet off the floor. Bending my knee away from him spread my cunt area even more, so that I was totally open and revealed. I used only one finger to play with my clitoris, curling the others up into my palm so that they didn't interfere with his view. I swiped back and forth over my hard clit, occasionally dipping down into my vagina. Doing that made my inner lips spread more so that he could easily see the glistening jagged opening. I wanted to ensure that his view of my wanton masturbation was as unhampered as I could make it. Judging by the mesmerized look on his face, and the red flush to his skin, I obviously was having the desired effect on him. ....And myself too, for I was rapidly approaching my orgasm. Part of me wanted to let my legs buckle so that I could lie back on the plush carpeting. And I wanted to clench my eyes shut as the orgasm wracked over me. But overcoming those desires was the devilish urge to watch the stranger have his orgasm before I had mine. I slowed my finger as it flipped over my protruding clitoris, and staring shamelessly at his cock and hand, I took note of his technique. He was stoking up and down the shaft, squeezing hard on the down stroke and releasing much of the pressure when his hand slid back toward the plum-colored glans. The rim around the head was flared out away from the shaft, and his fingers bumped against this pliant barrier, pressing the lip up towards his pisshole without letting his index finger or thumb ever ride over the rim onto the come-streaked glans. He seemed to take great pleasure from rubbing that distended rim, and when I looked closer, I could see that it was covered with many dozens of teeny little white nubs. I'd seen these on other men, but never as many, never so pronounced. Maybe there are special nerve endings in these bumps, for he was concentrating his efforts on swiping across this area more and more, applying a sort of twist with his wrist at the peak of each stoke. And he took his other hand and used it to start juggling his balls, which were hanging pendulously, surrounded by lots of wrinkled flesh and gray hair. He was careful to massage his balls from behind, so as not to hide them from my view. What a gentleman! His fingers prodded into the scrotal sac from behind, pushing the veiled globes forwards and upwards, toward me. I licked my lips lewdly as I watched, His cock was harder and longer than ever, and the head was even fatter and darker. Precome was dribbling out profusely, and he stopped milking at the shaft and took the slimy head into his palm and started to knead and twist it. He knew exactly what to do to bring his excitement to the most hedonistic and ecstatic finish, and he was finally ready to explode. He again slid his hand down onto the shaft of his cock, and he moved it up and down in tiny increments, so fast that it was more like he was vibrating it that stroking it. In fact his whole body started to quiver, eventually punctuated with an explosion of semen that blasted out from the tip and flew across the narrow space, smashing against the glass window pane. It hit the surface so hard that it splattered in all directions, soon to be joined by another glob of gooey come, and another. Both his hands were pumping the liquid from deep in his balls, up though the long stiff rod, and arcing through the air. It was an enchanting sight to see the rivulets of semen dribbling down the glass, and pooling on the metal sill. The grayish-white color matched his head and body hair exactly. As the final act of his performance proceeded, I reinvigorated my own manipulations of my clitoris, occasionally harvesting some lubrication that seeped from my cunt. The aroma of the evaporating juices filled my nostrils with the zesty fragrance. As his spurting orgasm finally subsided, mine kicked into high gear, and I let my spine arch, splaying my crotch wider, thrusting it forwards. This pushed the back of my hand against the glass, propelling my finger even harder against my clitoris than I could with just the tired muscles of my hand. My other hand let go from spreading my outer lips, and I seized one of my heaving breast in that hand, palpating the hot swollen flesh in my palm, tweaking my nipple with my fingertips. Of course, all of this was just what the doctor ordered, for it only took a few seconds before my own climax began to wash over me. I had been close for so very long, and I had teased it out while I watched the stranger finish off his orgasm. But now it was definitely my turn to complete my celebration. My finger strummed hard over my clitoris, so fast that it must have been perceived as a hummingbird-wing blur to the man. I grunted and groaned as the first waves of ecstasy pulsed through me like electric shocks, and then wave after wave followed. My head was tipped back so that I could see only the ceiling, but I'm sure that the show I was putting on for the old man was incredibly titillating. I could feel my juices spreading onto the back of my hand, smearing on the glass just as he had smeared his thick come onto his window. Eventually, the energetic stimulation of my finger was too much, and when I pulled my finger away and up to my other breast, I found that I could just barely push my cunt forwards enough so that it made direct contact with the glass, I wobbled my hips around so that I was squashing my cunt lips against the cold sheet of glass, splaying the pulpy flesh and spreading the clear secretions. Finally, my legs and libido gave out. Looking behind me, I saw an armchair close by, so I let my knees buckle and collapsed into the comfortable embrace of the cushy upholstery. As I did so, I hadn't a moment to relax before I heard the phone ringing. What the Hell, I thought, and I looked over at the clock on the side table. It was after 4:00 in the morning! Who could be calling me now, of all times. But I reached over and picked it up. "My name is Charlie, and I wanted you to know that you were absolutely spectacular. I shall relish the memory of our mutual masturbation forever. Thank you so much. I don' want to bother you in any way at all, but if you want to talk-or whatever-call me back. I'm sure you know my room number, Bye." And with that he was off the phone. I hadn't had a chance to speak at all. I looked through my window towards his room, but the curtain was now closed. The room number was right there in large gold numbers on the face of his door. Do you think that I called him? If so, what happened next? Maybe I'll write the rest of this story someday... or maybe you will write it for us. I'd be most interested in hearing the stranger's side of this story or its continuation. 16 Here Cums Santa Claus It had been a terribly long and tiresome day of shopping at the mall, trying to take care of all of the Christmas presents that I had left 'til the last minute. Having just hauled all the packages out to my car, I decided impetuously that I too deserved a present for myself, so I headed back into the mall with only a half hour to go until closing time. As I walked from the car to the shopper's entrance, a few light snowflakes dusted my jacket and tickled my nose... it was the first snow of the year, just in time for the big day. Anyway, I decided to head straight for the Victoria's Secret shop, where I knew I'd find some seductive and slinky lingerie and nightgowns that would keep me warm in bed at night, one way or another (if you know what I mean). With only a couple of days to go until the big event, the mall had been jam-packed with crazed consumers. But now, as the minutes ticked away toward the end of the day, the stores were emptying, and I had to fight my way against the stream of traffic funneling through the doors to the parking lot. When I made it to Victoria's, the last customers were paying for their purchases, and I headed straight for the silk nighties. I grabbed a bright red one and headed for the dressing room. As I stripped down out of my work-a-day clothes and pulled on the oily-smooth teddy, I felt the tension flow out of my body, and my libidinous side came out of hiding. I hadn't felt even a tiny tendril of sexiness all day, but suddenly, I was enveloped with a powerful rush of excitement, tingling through my skin. My hands took on a life of their own, rising up my flanks and massaging my breast through the slippery silk. My nipples instantly hardened into gumdrops, and I twisted them. I guess that I started daydreaming, since I sort of lost track of time as I got totally into the luxurious and sultry feeling of the sheer fabric on my flushed skin. "Ma'am, I heard you moan in there. Is everything OK? I just wanted you to know that we are closing in five minutes, so if I can help you with anything, please let me know soon." That snapped me out of my reveries. So I told the anonymous voice that I was fine, and that if she would bring me a velvet body suit to try on, it would save me the time of changing into my clothes again. She said not to worry, that there was no one else in the store except her and another sales woman, so I could feel free to come on out to choose what I wanted to try. When I did come out into the display area, I felt somewhat embarrassed and self-conscious, for the teddy was really a size or two too small for me, and it was stretched across my breasts, showing my jutting nipples. When I walked over to the rack with the bodysuits, I could feel the strip of red silk pulling up into my crotch. Even though there were only two employees in the store, I felt exposed. My embarrassment was tinged with a bit of exhibitionism, and quickly, my bashfulness transformed itself into brashness. Despite the fact that I knew that the teddy was way too small, I asked the women at the counter if they would tell me if it looked good on me. They both came over and made a great show of examining me. They complimented my figure and how the texture of the silk corresponded to my skin and long blond hair. They mentioned how the teddy "colored me beautiful," which is tired old sales jargon in women's clothing stores. One of the women asked me to turn around, and she stood behind me and adjusted the spaghetti straps on my shoulders (which momentarily pulled the crotch up higher!). The other smaller woman circled in front of me and kneeled down, saying that it did appear that the teddy might be too tight in the crotch. Then she reached forwards. With her dainty fingertips, boldly grasped with her dainty fingertips the lace edging right near cunt and pulled the fabric down, literally pulling it out from the damp folds of my labia. Something was cooking, both in these young ladies' minds, and also in the hot cauldron of my libido... I could actually smell the bittersweet scent arising from my crotch. The woman behind me said "You know, I think you look great in this, and I'd bet anything that you wear this kind of thing a lot, don't you?" "Yes, I do. It makes me feel different, more free and sensuous," I replied. "We both overheard you moaning and sighing while you were in the dressing room, and we know that you were beginning to enjoy yourself more that our average customer, if you know what I mean! So, we were wondering... I mean if we aren't being too forward.... would you be interested in joining us for a little after-closing party here in the store. We've already invited a special guest who deserves a special holiday treat. In fact, he should be here any minute, as soon as he gets off duty. You could be our present to him." And they both kind of giggled and winked at each other. Well, what the hell, I thought.... all these Christmas obligations and the grinding effort of shopping had kind of worn me out. And after all, I did come back into the mall to treat myself to a little self-indulgence. Now I was going to get more than I bargained for. No sooner than I had nodded my assent to their invitation than I heard a deep throated voice from the hallway outside the store. "HO, HO, HO. Are there some folks in there who wish to receive their presents?" One of the women grabbed something from one of the racks and shoved it into my hands, whispering to me to put it on in the dressing room and come on out when they called. I dashed back into the back rooms while hearing them invite the gentleman into the back portion of the store. I could hear the metal grate being pulled over the front entry to the store. I quickly skinned the teddy off of me, and looked myself over in the mirror. My skin was still rosy pink, and my nipples were still hard. My sparse golden pubic hair was tangled, and around my cunt, the moisture had matted the hair flat. I reached down and combed my fingertips through that hair to sort of fluff it up a bit, and I couldn't help but take a moment to tease my clitoris for just a couple of strokes. Then I picked up the package that I had been given. It was one of those almost-transparent body stockings that Victoria's is always advertising. I suppose that I had been tempted to buy it on occasion, but it seemed too frivolous. Now I made haste to get it on. Actually, it took a few minutes, for I had to bunch the whole thing up like an accordion, and gradually spread it up my legs, then over my hips, and finally up to my shoulders. When I stood up to check it out, I was amazed by the effect. It really didn't look very much like a piece of clothing-more like I had been painted with translucent paint, and tattooed with black floral designs. My areolae and nipples could be seen plainly, with the pink color and all the tiny bumps telegraphing though the nylon fabric. The bulge of my mons rose from the juncture at the top of my thighs, and the patch of hair was clearly visible, creating a crinkly texture on the surface. When I let my knees separate a little, I could see a brighter pink groove form in the material. The total effect was to make me appear (to my own subjective eyes) taller, more svelte, more mysterious, more wanton.... I felt like a vixen, a cunning libertine. I was ready. I began to reenact the caresses that I had given myself when I tried on the teddy, and was not surprised to find my nipples still as big and rubbery as before. I dragged my fingernails over the nylon sheathing, and the texture of the material created a barely-discernible vibration in the flesh of my breasts. Looking down, I could see my chest heaving with the anticipation of what was to come. My fat nipples were encircled by the embroidered lace floral patterns. When I let one hand slide down the slippery and insubstantial fabric, my fingers homed in automatically on my cunt, and I could feel the heat and moisture exuding into the dark nylon. If the two women hadn't called for me at that moment, I might have lost all self-restraint and started to masturbate right there in the dressing room.... but I responded to their beckoning and walked back into the display floor. There in the room that was dedicated to bras, panties, bustiers, and so on, was a scene that I won't soon forget. Next to an elaborately decorated Christmas tree, a Victorian-style armless side chair had been placed in an open area of the floor, and seated in it was the mall's Santa Claus impersonator. He still had on all of his regalia: hat, beard, bright red outfit, black belt, and black boots. Beside him was a canvas sack, bulging with box- like shapes. And he was still playing the part to the hilt, with a twinkling smile and deep-throated voice. You'd think he would have been sick of it after a long day of kids, whining and begging for all the latest expensive toys. But he seemed quite happy to continue his role playing for a while longer. Of course he had some incentives, such as the two sales women, each sitting one of his widespread legs. Although they were each obviously in their mid-twenties, they were acting like cute little teenagers, giggling and bouncing up and down. And they had taken off their blouses and skirts, and were now clothed only in some of the sexiest and most revealing undergarments that Victoria's had to offer. The one with the long wavy red hair had on a black satin and lace merry widow, with a lace-up front closure that served to cinch in on her waist and push up on her large, soft breasts, creating a deep and dark cleavage. Her nipples were covered, but clearly showed through the lace. Her areolae were incredibly wide and red. Black net stockings covered her taut muscular legs, and were held up by garter belts that drew my attention to the fact that her ass cheeks were fully exposed by the itsy-bitsy strip of satin that formed her thong panties, which insinuated itself into the crease of her rear. One of Santa's hands was rubbing up and down her back, and occasionally following the arrow of the thong, tickling her rear. The other sales lady had short black hair, fluffed up with gel into a spiky arrangement. She was wearing a dark purple two-piece lounging pajamas, made of semi-transparent satin. Where the loose fitting material actually made contact with her skin, the plum color was transmuted into a dusty rose. The filmy night shirt closed up the front with big wide- spaced buttons. The pants were boxer style, with really wide, fluttery hems that were short enough to reveal most of her thighs. Santa's other hand snaked around her back and under her armpit, so that he could cup and fondle her smaller, pert breast. Each of the women had an arm draped over Santa's shoulder, and they were holding hands behind his neck. "Santa," said the thinner, black-haired woman, "we have a special present for you tonight, for surely you have been a very good boy all year, and you've been working so hard to take care of everyone else. This gorgeous lady here has agreed to be our gift to you...." (more giggling.) "HO, HO, HO, its gonna be a VERY merry Christmas this year" laughed Santa. "But before you open your present, we were hoping that you might grant us our wishes-ooops, I forgot, you aren't the Genie-that you might give us the presents we want so much." "Oh, Santa knows what you want most of all," he said, and with that he reached behind the redhead into his bag, and pulled out two brightly wrapped boxes, covered with frilly little bows. Jiggling around on his knees, they tore open their packages and simultaneously held up their rewards. They both had received vibrators, in the shape of life-like cocks. But they were different. The one held by the redhead was 5 or 6 inches long, jet black and shiny smooth. When she turned it on, it emitted a high-pitched hum, and the end of the dildo twitched back and forth in a rapid wandering oscillation. The woman with the short black hair proudly held up an ivory colored vibrator that was huge. The working end of it was maybe 10 or 11 inches long, and it was fat around as my forearm. At the base was a wide flange from which protruded a rounded nub, clearly intended to stimulate someone's clitoris. When turned on, this vibrator pulsed in and out with a slow pumping rhythm that extended and shortened the length a couple of inches. The clitoral stimulator twirled around a pivot point in the same relentless and methodical pace. I suggested to the women that they must have received the wrong presents, for certainly the big redhead should have receive the larger instrument, and vice versa. But Santa interjected "Oh no, I know what I'm doing, I never make that kind of mistake. So why don't you two amuse yourselves while I open my present. Perhaps Sue will understand your gifts better in a little while." I had only a moment to wonder how this Santa impersonator new my name, when my attention was drawn back to the scene before my eyes. Both women reached down, their hands colliding as they groped deep into the shadowy folds of Santa's crotch. With all the cushioning that was part of his costume, I thought they would have trouble finding their target. But they laughed some more, and the thinner woman said "Golly, Santa, what is this thing we have found in your pants? If I'm not mistaken, it looks like you brought along one of your tools from the workshop." Looking right at me and winking, she then said to me, "isn't that what YOU asked for this Christmas? Come and get it." And they hopped off his lap and stretched out on the carpet a couple of feet in front of Santa's boots. Finally, I got my chance to be part of the action at this party. I strode over to stand between Santa's feet, and reached out to start unbuttoning his thick red chamois shirt. By the time I had unfastened him down to his tummy, I realized that this actor didn't need to be fitted with padding for this job. He was the perfect natural shape for playing Santa Claus. His chest was covered in a dense forest of snow-white curls, and his belly was broad and layered with fatty rolls. When I unbuckled his shiny black belt and unzipped his pants, he lifted his hips and allowed me to pull his pants down to his knees and over his boots. He wore no underwear at all. Compared with the immense size of the rest of his body, I expected that his cock would be comparatively much smaller, for that has been my past experience with the huskier men that I have been with. But Santa's cock was proportional to the rest of his physique- very big and broad and soft. It lay ponderously off to one side, rooted in a bouquet of more bushy white hair. He was not circumcised and his skin sheathed his cock in a pale, loose wrap of wrinkled skin. It was very natural looking and alluring, I was surprised by the aroma that was emanating from his crotch. I had prepared myself for his being sweaty and pungent, given that he had been wearing this heavy outfit all day while kids climbed over his lap... but instead, I smelled the delicate fragrance of apple blossoms and almonds, with maybe a hint of balsam fir! Fascinated by this unexpected pleasure, I immediately dropped my face down into his crotch, and licked up the length of his flaccid penis, burying my fingers of one hand into the luxuriant pubic hair and finding his large testicles. What before I was perceiving through my nose, now I was tasting with my tongue, and it was deliciously sweet and fruity. Maybe all the sugar that made Santa so fat was seeping out through the bountiful flesh of his cock. I wanted to savor more of this wonderful flavor, so I brought my mouth up to the head of his cock and sucked the flesh into my mouth. I let the tip of my tongue insinuate itself into the opening of his foreskin, and here the sweet taste was so much stronger than before, a syrupy liqueur almost like amaretto. This was his precome! Amazing. I slurped this incredible elixir deep into my mouth, imbibing the savory essences, and the rotund cock which produced them. Santa was only human, so my hungry mouth-massage was having a predictable effect on him. His cock was so large in its relaxed state. Now, I could feel it getting warmer as it became engorged with an extra flood of his blood. Within the sucking vacuum of my mouth, the head of his cock swelled and pushed out from the end of the foreskin. I had the image of a flower blossoming in time-lapse film. Even more appropriate to the season, I had the vision of his "sugar plum" dancing in my head. So, with some reluctance, I pulled my head back to view the effect of my licking and sucking. His pale flabby cock had become a hard tube of pink flesh, glistening with the intermingled secretions of my saliva and his precome. His penis had definitely gotten into the spirit of things. The flavors and smells were almost intoxicating, and I attempted to bring my mouth back to the feast. But Santa prevented that by touching my chin and tipping my head back so that he could look into my eyes with a soulful, penetrating gaze that made me feel safe and strong. With the last hold on my rational mind, I knew that the twinkling in his eyes was caused by the flashing tree lights next to us, but I let myself believe that the twinkling came from deep inside his wise soul. I then let go of all remaining grasp of reality, and allowed the illusion of making love with a real Santa to take hold of me completely. "HO, HO, HO, time to open my present," said Santa, and he laughed with a mirthful chortle that made the fatty rolls of his belly wobble and shake like the proverbial bowlful of jello. Then he put his hands gently on my sides and guided me back into a standing position. Then he turned me around so that I was facing away from him, and toward the two women who were entangled with each other on the floor before us. Which should I tell you about first? The incredible scene in front of me, or the fell of Santa's patient hands as he stripped off my limpid bodysuit. They impacted my senses simultaneously, but I must describe them one-at-a-time. So let's start with the two women, for since I had last paid any attention to them, they had figured out what to do with Santa's presents. The redhead was lying on her back, and she still had on her merry widow, but her meaty breasts had exploded out of the containment of the stiff cups of the brassiere, and were displaying their broad dark areolae and the hard protruding nipples. Her thong panties were lying on the carpet near her head, but her garters and stockings were still intact. Her knees were raised and her thighs were splayed wide apart. I was struck by the image of her garter straps strung tautly above her groin, like precarious rope bridges. These black lines framed the view of her crotch, which was mounded with the luxuriant pelt of her pubic hair. So much of that hair, as red as the hair atop her head, spreading up toward her deep navel, and down beneath her cunt around her asshole. Not that I could see that far, for my vision was blocked by the big white dildo that the thinner woman had received from Santa. It may have been hers to own, but it was meant to be used to pleasure her partner, for she had her hand on the flange and was manipulating the angle of penetration to best stimulate the depths of the redheads cavernous vagina, and to apply pressure firmly to her clitoris. The pistoning action of the vibrator set up ripples in the pliant flesh of the redhead's tummy, and the slowly revolving end of the clitoral stimulator flipped methodically over her clitoris, causing her thighs to twitch in synchronous rhythm. She was obviously deeply enjoying the stimulation of the vibrator, which was being so expertly applied that I could only assume that these two women were most familiar with each other's bodies. As for the disposition of the woman with the spiky black hair, she was certainly the more energetic and masculine of the pair. Her lithe body was totally naked except for a thin gold chain around her waist. She was kneeling next to the redhead, with her feet near her partner's head, and focusing her attention on managing the dildo that was literally fucking her friend. Her free hand was playing with her own small breast, twisting and tweaking the pointy nipples that seemed to mimic the spikes of her hair-do. And she was also being stimulated by the other smaller dildo, which was being held into her vagina from behind by her friend. This was the kind of vibrator that is meant to stimulate the hidden G spot, and apparently it was finding its target, for the thin woman was gasping and panting-just as her friend was moaning and grunting. I had never personally watched two women making love. It was fascinating to see how attuned they were to each others needs and quirks. I caught myself thinking that they were the similar to the age-old stereotype of lesbian pairings: the dominant with the submissive. In any case, they knew what worked for them, and I felt so happy for them. While all this was going on in front of me, Santa was massaging my back and ass cheeks, keeping my own sexual passion at a high idle. He eventually took hold of the shoulder straps of my body stocking and pulled them down over my arms, then continued to skin the nylon down my body, reversing the maneuvers that I had completed in the dressing room. The material caught momentarily on the nubs of my nipples, then peeled all the way down so that I was standing in a pool of shimmering nylon. I kicked the stocking aside, and commented puckishly that Santa was supposed to be stuffing stockings, not emptying them. He took that as a challenge, and reached over to a nearby rack to take a pair of pink silk panty hose, which he unwrapped. Noticing his hands, I could see that his fingers were broad and strong, and they were covered with rough calluses and even a few splinters that caught in the sheer silk. He had the hands of a carpenter, I thought to myself. Perhaps that is his job in the off-season Then he explained, "I think I know what you want for Christmas, too, young lady, and I'll put it into this stocking if you'd like." And with that, he rolled the material of the hose down onto his pulsing hard cock. The head of his cock pushed up into the toe of the stocking, almost filling the space. He milked the length of his penis from the balls up to the head, and big gush of precome percolated out, oozing right through the porous material. There was enough of his fragrant secretions to lubricate the whole upper half of his silk-sheathed pillar of hard flesh. And I knew that he had what I wanted in that stocking, and that it was time to hang the stocking inside the fireplace. When I stepped forward a foot or so, he pulled his knees together, and then I spread my legs and backed up to his. I had to get up on my tip-toes to get my cunt high enough, and then I felt him brush the head of his cock back and forth through the folds of my cunt. He used one hand to manipulate his cock, and with the other, he lifted up on my buttocks, taking some of the weight off my stretching legs. I reached down over my tummy and extended my fingers over the head of his cock, pushing it against my set and swollen clitoris. It felt so good, and the friction of the greasy silk was an unexpected thrill. I rocked back and forth on the balls of my feet to increase the stimulation, and then I guided his cock back a little more so that it was poised at the entrance of my vagina. "Santa, even if it isn't exactly the phrase that you normally use, I want you to stuff me with your stocking. That is what I want for Christmas, and that is the gift that I can give to you." And with that, I slowly relaxed my legs, and then let my knees buckle, so that my weight drove my cunt down toward his furry groin. He was incredibly big and wide, so it took a real effort to keep my vaginal muscles from tensing and tightening around the plump invader. But I willed myself to accept his cock deep into my body, and eventually, I felt his prodigious tummy cushion my descent. I let my shoulders fall back onto his chest, and I reveled in the furry warmth of his embrace as he enveloped me with his huge warm arms, crossing his wrists over my chest so that his wrapped over my breasts. The bumps of his coarse calluses stimulated my nipples as he caressed my flushed flesh. My head lolled back into his full white beard, where I again recognized the sweet fruity odors that I had first smelled in his crotch. Reaching back and around his neck, I was able to gain some leverage, and I used it to lift my hips up a few inches, letting part of his bloated cock be unsheathed. I could feel the texture of the saturated, slippery silk as it rubbed against the tissues of my vagina and labia, stimulating every cell within my canal. After holding that position for a few moments, I again let my hips fall, and then I began a lifting and dropping motion that gradually increased in pace. I felt my clitoris being touched lightly, and I assumed that Santa had reached down with one hand to make sure that I was taken care of.. but both of his hands were accounted for on my two breasts. Picking up my head from the nest of Santa's beard, I saw that the dark-haired woman had changed positions, so that she was now kneeling at Santa's feet, with her small breasts lying on his knees, and her hands were playing in our intermingled crotches. One set of fingers was toying with his balls, and the other was flitting side-to-side over the wide spread folds of my cunt, flipping the puffy lips back and forth, and flicking over my clitoris. Her partner had changed positions as well, so that she was actually sitting down onto her vibrator, forcing the ivory colored plastic stalk as deeply as possible into her cunt, with the nub hard against her clitoris as it pistoned in and out mindlessly. She continued to hold the smaller buzzing dildo past the tightly clenched ass cheeks of her friend, so that it twisted and bumped against her sensitive G spot. The four of us were connected like a necklace of popcorn and cranberries strung together for the Christmas tree. And we were all four of us ready to pop some corn, so to speak. Even as my clitoris and breasts were being massaged so expertly, I was able to maintain my instinctive fucking motions up and down on Santa's sweet candy cane. And judging by the increased volume and pitch of the women's guttural bleatings and groans, I knew that they were close, too. The climactic moment for me was hastened when I watch the thin woman crane her neck forwards, so that she could use her tongue to lap upwards along the surface of Santa's wrinkle balls, past the bunched up silk of the panty hose, and up over the slip-sliding juncture with my vagina. And then up further so that she flipped over the pouting knob of my clitoris. Up and down she slurped, and up and down I pistoned my hips. The two vibrators pulsed and danced within the grasping cunts of my two new friends. And then we were all orgasming together. The timing was just one more of this evening's miracles. I turned my face around so that I could kiss Santa, finding his lips instantly in the thick forest of white curls. As I thrust my tongue between his lips and behind his teeth, I could feel the pulsing waves of my climax electrifying my body from my toes to my fingertips. Santa's hands slid down to my hips, and he lifted me into a stationary position and then repeatedly drove his cock deep into my fiery open hearth, filling me completely with his humungous silk-sheathed tube of flesh. He was panting and grunting into my mouth as I continued to French kiss him. The force of his jets of semen was muted by silk condom that he wore, but I could feel the combined liquids of our spendings dripping down into the crease of my ass, and the smell of spicy eggnog filled my nostrils. The sounds of our other two companions filled the air, letting us know that they too had finally reached some mind-blowing orgasms. After the time-stopping feelings of such an intense orgasm gradually washed away, my body became totally limp, as did Santa's cock. It slipped out of my cunt, and my hips slid to the side. I fell to the floor into a tangled heap of arms and legs and heaving breasts and moist crevices that together formed the joined bodies of all three of us women, as we drifted off into dream-land. Smug and satisfied smiles adorned our faces, I'm sure. Our reveries were eventually interrupted by a rattling of the metal grate at the front of the store. A nasally voice called out: "Hey there, girls, let me in, won't you. I thought we were on for some late-night fun and games. I'm sorry that I'm so late, but some kid puked on my outfit, and I had to clean it up so that I'd be ready for tomorrow. But really, I'm ready to go now. Please don't keep me waiting. You promised..." I lifted my head from the soft pillows of the redhead's breasts, and looked over the pile of pink skin and shadowy valleys. Through to the front of the store, I could see the security gate, and on the other side of it stood a young man with white boxer shorts and a big pad of foam rubber taped to his chest to give his body the appearance of fatness. A fake beard hung from one cheek, and his skinny arms pushed on the grating as he continued to implore my new friends to open up, to let him in.... So if this whining little guy was supposed to be the guest of honor for tonight's celebration, then WHO WAS THAT JOLLY OLD MAN THAT BROUGHT US SUCH PERFECT GIFTS TONIGHT...? When I turned my bleary gaze toward Santa's seat, it was empty. On the floor next to the chair were a pile of orange peels, an empty milk glass, and a note: "I took the silk stocking as a souvenir. You all have taken such good care of my North Pole. So next year, you may expect my gifts for each of you will be even more magical and joyous. But PLEASE don't tell Mrs. Claus. Let this be our Victoria's secret!!! ~ Peace and Love, Santa." As I read this message with widening eyes, I heard the distant clatter of dancing hooves and the jangling of sleigh bells through the ceiling. And even more dimly, I heard: "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night. HO, HO, HO, ho, ho, ho......" 17 Gee Spot Run It all began a couple of weeks ago, when I was jogging in the park and ran across my neighbor, Jane, as she was strolling on the wooded trails. I slowed down to her leisurely pace, and tried to strike up a conversation as I caught my breath from my vigorous workout. She and I have been friends in a sort of light and social way, but the discussions that we have had have been mostly about the weather, the neighborhood, politics, and the like. Nothing that cuts through the layers of social veneer that shroud our deeper thoughts and feelings, that make us feel both safe and lifeless. But today, Jane didn't seem up for the usual small talk, so for a while we walked together in silence, enjoying the crisp air of early winter. She was shy, and I knew from visiting her home that she and her husband Dick were fairly straight-laced, with a decidedly religious bent. They were always talking about how inspiring Jerry Falwell was, and a few years ago, they had knocked on my door to distribute "Pat Robertson for President" literature. Eventually, I began to ask questions that steered the subject matter around to what was on her mind. She didn't seem too comfortable with this line of talk, but at the same time, she didn't shut down and pull away. It was clear to me that there were things that she needed to say, but it was unfamiliar territory for her. I tried to give her the space to let it out at its own pace, and I was genuinely supportive about the problems that she eventually blurted out. We talked and walked for well over an hour, and to put in a nutshell, she was bored and repressed. Her thoughts and feelings weren't in exact correspondence with the traditions and teachings of her family and her church, and she now felt trapped and helpless. Of course, knowing me as many of you readers do, you can probably guess that I wanted to know about their sex lives. It took a lot of subtle prodding, and a lot of blushing on her part, but eventually we got around to the heart of the matter, which was that her husband's idea of sex was a once- a-month, tab-A-in-slot-B, lights-off session that had no spice, no feeling, and no tenderness.... And for Jane, there was no orgasm. She had resorted to an occasional masturbation, but she felt dirty and sneaky about it, so that wasn't making her happy either. In fact, the whole situation was making her feel distant from her husband, and ashamed that it was all her fault. I know that this all sounds like such a classic, stereotypical situation, but here was a real woman who was suffering through anxieties that felt familiar and sad to me. So after hearing her out, I took the risk of revealing some stuff about myself, things that I normally only talk about anonymously through the Internet, or with my trusted lovers. I told her about my fascination with erotica, and that I wrote stories based on my wildest fantasies, which I posted on the 'Net for all to read. She had heard of the alt.sex groups-they had been reviled at length in her church groups. So Jane was amazed that she was now talking to an active participant in such an illicit activity, and that a woman would be involved. A woman that was that "nice lady down the street," as she put it. After getting over her shock, she asked me what kind of things I wrote about. It was really a struggle for her to ask, and her face was inflamed with a scarlet blush. I didn't want to scandalize her too much, so I just said that I wrote about things that were kinky and graphic, but that I didn't get into stuff that involved pain and humiliation. It was all for fun, a way to explore my own flowering sexuality in a full and safe way. Now Jane's embarrassment was abating, and she asked more and more detailed questions, so that eventually, I offered to lend her the printouts of some of my stories. At that point, we were back to the parking lot of the park, so we both drove over to my house, where I handed over a stack of printouts for a couple of my more tame erotic stories. The one on the top was "Craftsmanship." She touched the white papers as if they were covered with germs. But when I suggested that maybe she wasn't ready for this kind of stuff, she was unwilling to let go. Still, I was worried about what the impact of my stories would be on her fragile psyche, so I recommended that she sit and read for a bit to see if she really wanted to take these home. She was kind of in a daze, so I took Jane's hand and led her into the den where she could sit and relax in the wing-back chair. I left her to look over the stories, giving her some privacy while I went to take a shower; I needed to wash off the stale sweat that I had generated while I was jogging, and I didn't think that Jane needed someone looking over her shoulder just then. It felt so good to let the spray of scalding hot water blast onto my shoulders and back. Acting as Jane's mentor in her attempt to break out of her marital jail was making me tense, so I just stood under the shower for 10 or 15 minutes. I let my hands trace lazy circles over my breasts, my tummy, my thighs, and occasionally over the sparsely- furred mound of my cunt. But I resisted the temptation to slide my finger into the furrow between my vulva. I wanted to keep my focus on Jane and her problems, not become absorbed in releasing my own sexual tension. Finally, I stepped out of the shower, and toweled myself off briskly. I wrapped my sopping hair into a towel turban, and then covered the rest of my pink body in the wonderful polar fleece bathrobe that I had been given for Christmas by my new friends at Victoria's Secrets. And I walked back toward the den to check on my guest. I figured that by now Jane would have read enough to have some questions for me. Or she would be ready to attack me for my lewd and perverted thoughts. In fact it wouldn't have surprised me to discover that Jane had fled to the safety of her car and her home. But when I got to the door of the den, what I beheld was not anything that I had anticipated. Instead, I discovered Jane with her head tipped back and her eyes clenched tightly closed. She was slouched down deep into the soft cushions and her legs were spread wide, knees angled outward. One of her hands had crept up under the bottom of her white, flower-speckled turtleneck, where it was cupping and squeezing one of her breasts. Her other hand had insinuated itself under the elastic waistband of her tight pink stretch pants. Through the taut fabric, I could see the outline of her fingers as they extended down over the juncture of her thighs. The bumps of her knuckles quivered as she prodded into the needy flesh. And a sustained, warbling hum emanated from her throat. I'm not sure what made her aware that was watching, but all of a sudden, Jane opened her eyes, saw me, and let out a high-pitched little squeal. Her hands whisked out of the confines of her clothes, and she folded them in her lap demurely. "Oh, I'm so mortified," she said, "I can' believe that I got so out of control. You must think I'm horrible." Jane looked like a child who had been caught stealing candy, and she was clearly about to cry. I wanted to reassure her that it was OK, so I closed the space between us and kneeled down beside her chair, pulling her into my arms in a comforting embrace. I could feel her kind of shaking in my arms, and her breathing was ragged and rapid. I'm sure that this was because of the combination of the sexual stimulation and the embarrassment. I let her be like that for a few minutes, massaging the back of her neck and shoulders (her hands were still clenched in her lap). When she had settled down, I let her go and rocked back on my heels. We began to talk it all out. I assured her that her reaction to reading my stories was completely normal. In fact, that is just the kind of response that the stories were designed to get, so her losing control like that was really a great compliment to me. I told her "Even when I'm writing the stories, I get so turned-on sometimes that I have to stop typing so that I can reach down and rub my cunt for a big orgasm. And when I read other people's stories, I usually masturbate. I'm sorry that you feel bad about what you were doing, and I'm even more sorry that I interrupted you. So I'm going to leave the room again so that you can finish what you started." And I stood up and started to turn around, when she stopped me by asking "Please don't go yet... there is something that I wanted to ask you about.... aaahh, I don't know how to say it, I'm not used to talking about sex at all." She was blushing again (had she stopped at all in the past two hours?), and her words were whispered and raspy. But she forced herself to continue. "I'm not sure that I'm doing it right." At first, I didn't know what she meant, and when I figured out that she meant that she wasn't sure if she knew how to masturbate, my first response was to say that it couldn't be possible, that every person knows how. But I caught myself before those words left my lips, and instead I reassured her some more, letting her know that everyone figures it out for themselves. "Practice makes perfect, you know. Just figure out what works by experimenting." But Jane persisted by telling me, "I guess I'm wondering about it because some of the things that you talk about in your stories, well, I just don't get it. Like I was just reading about this G spot thing. And I don't know what you're talking about. I wish I knew what to do." So I explained it to her, and then I guess I just decided to go for broke. All this talk about sex was making me more and more bold. I said "If you show me what it is that you are doing when you masturbate, maybe I can help you figure it out." She was quiet for a few moments, as the prospect of going ahead with my idea wormed its way past her ingrained defenses. I thought for sure that she would turn me down, but again, Jane surprised me by saying "I can't believe I'm saying this, but... I guess I could do that, but only if you do it too. I want to see how you masturbate, and you could show me how you do your G spot." Well, I'm normally not into having sex with just a woman. That just isn't my thing, or it hasn't been in the past, anyway. But this was different. I wasn't going to be actually touching her. It was more like "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." And I was certainly ready to masturbate, after hours of various kinds of mild stimulation. I was also very curious to see what Jane would do with herself. It was hard to remember back to when I was learning how to please myself. So I agreed. Jane stood up and I could see that she was a bit shaky on her feet, sort of drunken with the reality of what she was about to do. I asked her to take off her stretch pants, and after she hooked her thumbs into the waistband, she hesitated for a few seconds, then stripped the pants down to her ankles in one fast push. She almost fell over as she stepped out of them. Straightening up, I saw that she was wearing the most chaste white cotton panties. Her hands crossed in front of her cunt, like fig leaves. But she finally let her arms relax and her hands fell to her sides. Not surprisingly, the crotch panel of her panties was dark and moist with the stain her secretions. She was frozen in that position, until I asked her if she wanted to go on with this. And she answered wordlessly, by peeling the panties down her long slim legs. "Why don't you sit back down in the chair, and show me what you were doing when I came into the room." And as she sat down, I positioned myself a couple of feet away from her, sitting cross-legged on the thick plush carpeting, so that I could look right up at her. As I did this, my bathrobe parted, and my own cunt came into view. I untied the belt of the robe, and then let the whole thing slide off my shoulders into a pile behind me. Now I was completely nude, and with my thighs spread wide so that Jane could see my cunt, she could see my pink labia, as well as the slick moist surfaces of my vaginal entrance. Looking down at myself, I noticed that my inner lips were stuck together, so I reached down, and peeled them apart. Now the shadowy mouth of my vagina was open, framed by the jagged crimson skirt of wet skin. Looking back up at Jane, I saw that she had bent herself forwards at the waist, and she was mesmerized by the view that I had made available to her. When I asked her if she had ever had the chance to look so closely at another woman, or even herself, she admitted that she hadn't. She had seen naked women in the locker room in high school, but she had basically averted her eyes. And when she masturbated, she usually did it in the dark, or at least with her eyes shut. I suggested that she should really get to know herself better. She could use a hand mirror. And right now, she really should spread her legs before she got bruises on her knees where they were clamped so tightly together! Jane let her legs open up, but still we couldn't see much, since the bottom edge of her turtleneck draped downwards, shrouding her pubic area. So I asked her to take off her shirt, which she did, revealing small breasts clad in a simple white bra that reminded me of my training bra when I was an early teenager. No satin, silk, or lace, just innocent thick cotton jersey material, with the clasp in the back. Although her breasts weren't particularly big, Jane was exhibiting the hard nubs of her nipples through the fabric, and it was more evidence of how aroused she was, for the size of her nipples made up for the size of her breasts. They poked out like big ripe strawberries, tenting the cotton cloth into pointy mounds. Her breathing was now more relaxed, but I enjoyed the sight of the white triangles of her bra lifting and dropping rhythmically as she inhaled and exhaled. In fact I found myself really getting in to checking out her entire body. She was much shorter than me, maybe only five-foot-two, or so, but she was compact and strong-petite, really. When my attention had roamed all over the rest of her body, I let myself focus on the juncture of her thighs, which she had closed again as she skinned off her shirt. I reached forwards and lightly touched her knees, and she didn't resist my insistent but unhurried efforts as I gently drew her thighs apart. She was eagerly cooperating now, ready to explore and enjoy the secrets of her suppressed sexuality. All the while I stared eagerly at her cunt, and Jane, too, kept her eyes locked on that target. It was like the grand unveiling of a magnificent sculpture. Her brown pubic hair was very tightly curled, but not thick and bushy, and it sprouted all over the surface of her barely mounded cunt. As her knees spread more, a dark vertical line became visible through the fur, and then the line divided into two distinct lines, with deep pink between. The image of a Chinese fan came to my mind, as more and more ridges of flesh were revealed in the widening gap between the hairy parentheses of her vulva. The moist pink flesh was tinged with grayish- brown tones that fringed the ragged edges of her inner labia. Above that, where the ridges joined, the nub of her clitoris was mostly hidden under the darker hood, but a hint of swollen whitish flesh peeked out. Now I could inhale the sweet-and-sour scent of her juices, and I could see the secretions seeping from the barely open entrance to her vagina. Before I let go of her knees, I pulled her forwards so that her ass perched on the very edge of the chair. Then I fell backwards, and I put the soles of my feet onto her ankles. This kept her from pulling her legs back together, and it maintained the contact of skin-on-skin that I found I was enjoying very much. I let my knees splay outwards, reopening my own cunt to her view. Staring deeply into Jane's eyes, I said to her "you deserve the very best, you deserve to be happy, and you deserve to have the greatest orgasm of your life. Go for it, Jane. You have a beautiful body, and a beautiful cunt. Touch yourself the way you need to. Watch me, and watch yourself. I'll guide you if you need." And with that, I took one hand and enveloped one of my breasts and began to fondle it, with two of my fingers straddling my hardened nipple. My other hand zeroed in on my wide-open cunt. Jane did the same as me, pushing her bra up so that it creased into the flesh on the upper slope of her breasts. Those huge nipples made their first true appearance, and I saw that they were chocolate brown and cylindrical, and quite sensitive to the touch, judging by the electric jerk that jumped through her body as she raked her fingernails over the swollen pegs. Her breathing was getting faster, and again her body jerked and shuddered as her other hand made contact with her cunt. She started by using all her fingers together to form a flat paddle, which she rubbed in wide circles around her entire pubic mound. So I told her to watch me, and I led by example as I took my index finger, dipped it quickly down into the sopping entrance of my vagina, and then brought the moisture back up to my clitoris. I used my first and third fingers to spread my fat outer lips and sparse pubic hair out of the way. Then I pulled the tip of my middle finger up towards my palm, so that it made direct contact on my exposed and rubbery clitoris. That felt so, so good, and I sighed deeply. As my finger started to poke and prod in a regular circular motion, my sighs turned to raspy whimpers. I had to exert self-discipline to keep from going too fast, but I wanted to make sure that Jane stayed in my thoughts. She had followed my example, but seemed to be having trouble keeping her lips spread. So I asked her to use her one hand to keep the lips out of the way while the other hand concentrated on the clitoris. And I also suggested that her inner labia might also enjoy being rubbed and massaged. She was reluctant to stop playing with her breasts, but eventually, she got the idea of what I was talking about, and it worked for her. Now she too was moaning, and her hips started tilting and pivoting, as if she was fucking her hand. That reminded me of one of her earlier questions, about her G spot. I was reluctant to interrupt her again, but I wasn't sure that another opportunity would arise like this, so I asked if she wanted to try something else. She didn't stop flicking at her clitoris, but she said yes, of course. I imagined that she was now as eager as a puppy. What a change from the shy and repressed little housewife that I had known before. I said "watch me, I'll show you where my G spot is. If you can find yours, rub it gently while you keep playing with your clitoris. It doesn't work for everyone, but lets find out." I took my hand from my breast and used my middle finger to hook upwards into my vagina, and I found the vaguely rounded lump of tissue an inch or so inside. I started a slow back and forth rubbing action that was matched by the up and down pressure that I put on my clitoris. By now, my cunt flesh was so swollen and puffy that my outer labia stayed spread by themselves, so I could use three fingers to chase and trap my clit. Wet slurping sounds filled the air, and my own potent fragrances mixed with Jane's. Looking up, I could see that Jane had discovered her G spot, and her moaning was becoming louder. She said that the only problem was that she felt like she'd have to stop to go pee. I reassured her that this sensation was normal, and that it would go away in a couple of minutes. She relaxed again. Every woman has different ways of masturbating, and already Jane was finding her own strategy. The main thing was that she was much more vigorous about it than I usually am. While I kind of lightly rub and tease myself, she was really pushing her clit and cunt around, hard and fast. I could see the tendons on the back of her hands stretched tight like steel cables. She was panting like she was running a marathon race, and a sheen of sweat covered her flushed chest and forehead. Her ass was lifting off the chair seat as if driven by a big piston, and her thigh muscles rippled with the exertion. She was totally engrossed and delirious with the pleasures that her body was providing her for the first time, and the sight was enough to push me over the top. My own orgasm had been reigned in long enough, so I let go of my control and immediately, ripples of elation tickled through my body. The ripples soon turned to waves, and they came crashing through me, pounding over my cunt and torso, washing over my head. I fell back onto the carpet and my discarded robe, letting my entire body writhe and shimmy as I kept up the rhythmic massage of my G spot and clitoris. Who knows how long I was swept up in the rapture of my orgasm-it was timeless. Eventually, the sounds of Jane's bouncing hips, her slurping cunt, and her guttural snorts brought me back around to reality. I got back up on my knees and leaned forwards to watch her. I had never actually watched a woman masturbate so close-up, and the sights and sounds and smells were intense and intoxicating. My hands had a life of their own as they rose from my hips and again made contact with her jerking knees. Then I traced my fingertips up the inner surface of her thighs. They were slippery with sweat; the muscles were quaking with the effort to pump her hips up and down. I slid my hands further forwards, and then under her ass with my palms up. Now I held her ass motionless, suspended over the cushion, as I cupped and kneaded her cheeks with the same energy that she was putting into her masturbation. She was possessed by her natural, animal appetites, and nothing was going to slow her down. In fact, my touch probably was the final thing that completed her long build-up. I felt the muscles in her ass clench up so tight that my fingers could hardly dent the lean flesh. Her eyes locked on mine as she started to twiddle her fingers over her clitoris so fast that it was almost a blur. The finger implanted in her cunt stopped moving, instead tightening up its determined pressure on her new-found G spot. Then her rasping pants stopped in mid-breath, and her back arched. Every muscle in her body became rigid. Only her fingers on one hand moved as she fluttered relentlessly over her protruding, rubbery clitoris. Then Jane let loose with a series of quick harsh grunts, and her fingers stopped moving over her clit, matching the squeezing grip of her other hand as she squashed her hard nub of sensitive tissue. Whereas I had writhed and danced in my own orgasm, Jane became paralyzed by the power and electricity that raged through her inexperienced body. Finally, I beheld the final proof of the fantastic power of her climax-Jane is one of the rare women who ejaculate when they have a G spot orgasm! At the peak of her pleasure, an incredible amount of clear, syrupy liquid began to ooze out from around her embedded finger, spilling down onto my wrists and into the fabric of the cushion. I had heard of this, but to see it happen inches from my eyes was wonderous and exciting. When Jane finally released the steel-hard flex from her body, and collapsed back onto the damp chair, she struggled to catch her breath. I pulled my hands out from under her, and pushing up off my haunches, I leaned into her so that I could wrap my arms around her waist and embrace her in a tender and sexually-charged hug. My face rested against her damp, heaving breasts, and I let my tongue snake out of my mouth so that I could lap lightly onto one of her amazingly large "Hershey's Kiss" nipples. But pursuing more interactive sex between the two of us would have to wait for another time, for we were both completely satiated and exhausted at that moment. And besides, I wasn't really sure whether either of us was ready for this kind of experiment. It would be unknown territory for both Jane and me; despite my vast experience and curiosity, I had consciously avoided any purely lesbian encounter. In fact, what I had just experienced with Jane was the closest I had come to this taboo area, and I could see that my resistance was quickly dissipating. Someday soon, maybe Jane and I might explore this together, and if and when we do, we would both be "virgins." Given Jane's enthusiasm for the masturbation lessons, I felt sure that she would want to continue our adventures in the big and thrilling world of sex. Enough with all the rules that Jane and I had let inhibit our pleasures. If it feels good, do it. Words for us both to live by. Jane left my home that day with a stack of my stories, the promise to continue to experiment with masturbating, and a smug look of blissful satisfaction painted across her face. She knew there was no turning back now. NOTE: This story will be continued soon in part two, where Sue will be invited to a small dinner party at Dick and Jane's house. I have already written a few pages about the delightful lessons that are learned by all that attend. Stay tuned, and let me know what you think. 18 Fun With Dick And Jane (this is the continuing adventures that were begun in "Gee Spot Run." In that story, Jane and I meet in the park and talk about Jane's disappointing sex life. We both end up at my home, where I teach Jane how to truly enjoy the fine art of masturbation) I didn't hear from Jane for a week, and I wasn't sure how to interpret her silence: was she boggled and speechless by the turbulence of her newly awakened lust;.... or was she beginning to think about publicly branding her neighbor as a wicked witch. Perhaps the years of rigid, puritanical training would win out over the libidinous thoughts that were welling out of her subconsciousness. I worried about the risk I had taken in confiding in her, but what's done is done, I thought. Finally, almost a week after our afternoon walk and masturbation lessons, I got a call from her, inviting me over for dinner on Saturday. After a moment's hesitation-was this a setup, so that she and Dick could "save" me from my wickedness, or even worse, was I to be tied to the stake and burned like Joan of Arc-I agreed to come over. When I asked if she had read more of my stories, she said "Oh yes, but I can't talk about it now...." and in the background, I heard Dick speaking, so I let the subject drop, and asked if I could bring over anything for dinner. Jane told me "No, I'll have all the food ready, but it would be so nice if you could possibly bring over any more of the stuff that you lent me last week." I hadn't ever given her anything other than the stories, so I knew what she meant, and I was reassured to some extent. Saturday evening came, and I arrived at their doorstep with a few more of my stories folded into a plain manila envelope. Since I had given her the more tame ones the first time, I was now left with the ones that I had worried were too explicit and unusual for her awakening tastes. But she had the milder ones already, so this is what was left. When she and Dick opened the door, I shook their hands, and Dick took my parka. While he wasn't paying attention, I handed Jane the package, which she placed behind the lamp on a side table. We went into the living room, and I was introduced to a friend of theirs who was a professor at the local college. Charles was a tall and handsome looking guy, but I knew right away that he was a little too smug and pretentious for my tastes. He was smart, and he wanted us to know it. Every subject that came up evoked an opinion from Charles that was carefully constructed like a fortress, unable to be assaulted by anyone else's perspective. Even a light-hearted disagreement with his dogmatic position would be scoffed at, then destroyed by a condescending defense of his point of view. I started to get more and more irritated by his attitude, but I held my tongue and behaved like a good guest. Dick seemed enthralled by Charles's great store of knowledge, admiring his conversational confidence. Jane appeared preoccupied, and she said very little. I wanted so much to ask her about what had been going on for her in the past week, but she certainly wasn't offering to bring it up the subject in the presence of the men. Eventually, Jane went into the kitchen to prepare dinner- actually it was already to go, and just needed to be put on serving platters. I joined her, with the offer to help with the chores. When we were finally alone, I asked her what was going on, and she quickly recounted her frustration at the fact that Dick just didn't want to even talk about sex and her anxieties. He just refused to discuss it, and Jane was afraid to push him further. As for the stories and masturbation, she had been stealing moments throughout each day to read and play. So at least that part of her life was improving. Yet in the presence of her husband, she found herself reverting to the obedient little girl, filled with the guilt of her dirty little secret. When we moved to the dining room, Charles was seated across from me around a round butcher block table. Not surprisingly, the table was set meticulously with fine linens and polished silver. After Jane had served the soup, Charles asked me how I knew Dick and Jane, and I explained that I lived down the street, and that Jane and I had enjoyed a particularly nice walk in the park the other day. Dick remarked that he hadn't heard about that encounter. Jane responded sheepishly by casting her gaze down at her plate, and I could see her twisting her napkin nervously. Her discomfort was obvious to all, and I wanted to draw attention away from her. When Jane explained that she and I had just met for a few moments that day, Dick wanted to know more, and he persisted in asking about what we had done that day, what we had talked about. Typical of so many men, he wanted to know everything, and he surely sensed an opportunity to exercise his manly dominance and power. Jane offered very little in response, and eventually, she looked up at me and our eyes locked. I gave her a totally reassuring and warm smile, trying to give her the strength to stand up for herself. Charles laughed, and said "these girls are up to something, Dick, and if I were you, I'd get to the bottom of it." Calling us "girls" was the last straw (after all, we were all in our early forties), so I responded quickly, "For someone who knows so much, you know so little." Well, I was off and running now, and any ideas of maintaining my social graces had flown out the window. When Charles came back with "So what is it that I am failing to grasp," I just had to let him know. I told him that "Jane, and many other women, are living their lives as slaves to an image of sanctimonious womanhood that just misses the mark completely. Can't you see that Jane is not a happy person, that she is yearning for more excitement and more freedom." I went on for a bit more, and then took a look over at Dick. He was shell-shocked, I think, for he had no idea the feelings that Jane was struggling with. He said to her "Jane, what's going on? I know you're happy with your life. We have so much to be grateful for. Tell Sue to shut up, tell them all that she doesn't know what she is talking about...." As he spoke, Jane shook herself out of her trance, and she looked back at me for another spoonful of courage before interrupting Dick with a long and spirited explanation of what was really going on in her life. At first, she talked haltingly and in generalities, about her discontent with their predictable and rigid existence. But eventually, Jane let the word "sex" pass by her lips, and then a floodgate opened up within her, and she spoke emotionally about the emptiness of their sex lives, and the need she had for stimulation and excitement. Dick's face was expressionless, and his mouth hung open. Charles listened attentively, with a little smirk. This was none of his business, but Jane could care less if he eavesdropped on her confession. She was staring holes through Dick's head, as she finally got around to mentioning my stories, and how they opened up a brave new world for Jane that included fantasies and concepts that turned her on, liberating her from the confines of her straight-laced lifestyle. At the reference to the fact that I had provided Jane with some of my stories, Charles pricked up his ears. "Isn't that interesting," he said, "our little friend here has it in her head that she is an author of erotica. I suppose that may be true, if you include the silly musings that pass for sexuality in romance novels. I'm sure that it is nothing that really gets at the nitty-gritty stuff about sex that interests real men." Boy, did that man know how to push my buttons. I had something to prove to him. Dick voiced his stuttering objections-he wanted everyone to shut up and talk about something else. Fat chance! Jane had finally opened up her "hope chest," Charles was gloating over his attempted put- down, and I was ready to prove him wrong. "OK, Charles, why don't I read something of mine, and you see if you can remain disinterested. You can guess what the test will be. If my story excites you, we'll all know it." And with that, I let my focus drop to his lap, where his napkin lay limply. I stood up and walked out to the hallway and recovered the manila envelope. When I returned, they all sat silently. In particular, I noticed Jane's eyes flashing around from person to person.... and I also saw the jutting nubs of her incredible nipples pushing against the white fabric of her blouse. Perhaps I was mistaken, but it seemed like she wasn't wearing a bra. What a change from the plain Jane of a week ago! Her breathing was becoming labored, reminding me of how energetic she got about masturbating for me. Once unchained, she was a wild sexual animal. I sat down again, and pulled out my story entitled "Louvre Love." I chose it because it was reasonably short, and the build up got around to the really juicy stuff. Without any introduction, I began reading. "Across the wide marble floor of the art museum, I think I see your face again...." I kept my attention firmly locked on the printed words, until I got to the first real sex scene of the story: "You almost seem to be in a trance as I purse my lips over the tip of your cock and gently milk your balls. When I take one hand and press the tips of my fingers up behind your balls and press upwards and forwards right in front of your asshole, I push a dollop of precome up through your rigid cock, and it drools out onto my lips." At that point, I glance quickly around the table. Charles is somewhat inscrutable, but at least he has shut up for a few minutes. Perhaps that is victory enough. Jane's eyes are wide, and her I can hear the faint rasping of her breathing. Dick has his fingertips pressed to his temples, and he has pushed his hair up into disarray. He avoids looking at me, or for that matter, anyone else. Back to the reading of my story. I didn't look up again, even when I described about how I impaled myself on the great bronze god-cock of the sculpture... or how my partner and I fucked each other in the embrace of the marble sculpture. I eventually get to the last paragraph: "I can hear the squishing sounds as your fingers probes around, and I describe to you where my G spot is. After a few attempts, you find it and I encourage you to rub it firmly with a circular motion. I reach behind me and pull my ass cheeks apart so that you can have total free access. Your thumb lightly caresses my asshole. My clitoris, my cunt, and my asshole are all being stimulated at once, and I add to this by massaging my breasts into the stone woman's thigh. I stare ahead into the joining of the woman's cunt with the man's balls. As I stretch my tongue out to lick at the cold juncture between the two of them, you nibble down hard on my clitoris and suck my labia up into your mouth. That's perfect, and I immediately go over the edge and into an incredible orgasm. I'm coming and coming. I squeeze down hard on my ass cheeks with my hands. Wave after wave washes over me, and your fingers vibrates over my g spot. I gulp in air between the electric pulses of each pounding wave, and my cunt clenches down on your fingers. I feel my asshole palpitating around the tip of your thumb. My orgasm lasts for so long,......... until finally it subsides, and I take a moment to get my wits about me...." As I finished the last words, I let the silence of the moment linger, then I turned to Charles and demanded that he stand up. When he refused, I slid out of my chair and stood behind his. Reaching around the back, I abruptly jabbed my fingers into his sides. I guessed correctly that he was ticklish, and he was so startled that he jumped to his feet so that he could defend himself. And there was the evidence of his reaction to my story. His slacks were plainly tented with his erection, and the khaki material had small dark stain of spreading moisture. He was embarrassed, perhaps not so much to have his aroused cock made visible, but even more to have lost my challenge. He was a proud man, and being shown up by me was an unwanted sign of his fallibility. He sat back down in his chair with a leaden thunk. I too sat down again. I'd had my victory, and it was time to be magnanimous. "Charles, earlier I said that for someone who knows so much, you know so little. Well, I suppose that this is to be expected when your IQ tops the charts, and you spend too much time in libraries, lecture halls, and Mensa meetings. Probably all your girlfriends have been fawning little coeds and the like. So here's a deal for you. How would you like to expand your horizons tonight? I'd like for you to discover what a real, hot-blooded woman is like, and how you can satisfy her, and yourself at the same time. Come into the bedroom with me right now, and you can start your re-education. I'm not even going to ask you if you will do this. Just join me in the bedroom, or not. It would be your loss if you don't. All this talk has made me very hungry... but not for the good food that Jane has prepared. As I stood up and started to walk out of the room, Jane spoke up. "Can I watch?" I said "Well of course, Jane. I'd like that very much. And if Charles doesn't show up, we can watch each other again." Dick was finally shaken out of his lethargy. I was standing right next to him, and looking down, I could see his erection showing through his pants. So much for self- control. But in this moment of truth, he fell back on his timeworn thinking. "JANE! How could you? You can't possibly want to join them in this wickedness. And anyway, what did Sue mean by 'again?' I am going to throw this cunning temptress out of the house right this minute." Jane responded immediately. "Don't you dare. Sue is my guest, and my friend. She is giving me the keys to my happiness. Don't you interfere. I won't tell you what to do with yourself right now, but you had better not try to stop me, or I'll leave tonight and never come back." Dick was struck dumb as Jane smiled broadly at her new-found power, and I laughed softly to myself as I strode though the door into the hallway and found my way to Dick and Jane's bedroom. It was decorated in sort of a "colonial quaint" style, with Currier and Ives prints on the wall, ruffled white curtains, and a thick maroon comforter on the pencil- post bed. Kicking off my shoes, I jumped up onto that bed and propped up the floral print pillows behind my back. When I looked back at the door, there was Jane, leaning against the jamb with her the fingers of one hand pulling and twirling her short bangs. I was just about to speak to her so that I could find out how she was handling the stormy discussion in her dining room, when Charles pushed past her and stood next to the bed. His eyes were now fiery with lust, and his erection still press at the fly of his pants. He reached over to turn off the table lamp, when I stopped him, saying "Leave it on. Jane wants to watch. And so do I. So take off your clothes for me." He seemed taken aback by the firmness in my voice, as he was clearly not accustomed to a woman in the bedroom who did anything but mewl like a kitten in the dark. Nevertheless, he was driven to continue, and I'm not sure what it would have taken to stop him at this point. He stepped back from me and yanked his sweater over his head. When he started to unbutton his shirt as fast as a fireman getting on his uniform for a fire, I commanded him to slow down. "Don't you think you could put on a little show for us? Show us what you've got hidden under all those starched duds, but do it slow and easy." I winked mischievously, hoping that it would help relax him, and he did calm down a bit. When his button-down shirt was gone, he left on his ribbed sleeveless undershirt. He unbuckled his khaki slacks and pushed them down to his ankles. But he had neglected to take off his shoes, so he struggled awkwardly to untangle the knot of clothes while he remained jackknifed at the waist. Eventually, the snarl came off of his feet, and he straightened up, showing us his underwear, which was uncharacteristic, I thought, for he was wearing a pair of those teeny, tight bikini briefs. Through the thin black cotton, Jane and I could see his erect cock clearly outlined and pointing straight up towards his belly button. Bushy black hair overflowed all around the edges of his briefs, and filled the V-neck of his undershirt. Little clumps of hair also sprouted on his shoulders and upper back. All-in- all, not a bad looking body, and I made the assumption that he had taken advantage of the facilities at the College sports center. He didn't get that physique by only exercising his ego. As both Jane and I admired him, Charles stood silent and still, with his hands on his hips. He wasn't volunteering to go further with his strip-tease, so I got up from the bed and stood close to him, with my back facing his chest. I asked him to undress me. He unzipped my dress and I shrugged off the shoulder straps and let the bodice fall enough so that my entire upper body was revealed. The dress caught on my hips, but Charles pushed it further down so that it fell into a pile around my feet. I kicked it away, and stood there in only my shiny blue satin panties, as skimpy as his own underwear. I pushed my ass backwards so that it collided with his groin, and I slid it around, feeling his rock-hard erection pressing into and between my cheeks. Raising my hands up toward the ceiling, I asked him to play with my breasts. His hands immediately enveloped my tits, and he started squeezing hard, too hard. "I don't want to be mauled! Be sensitive, and concentrate on my nipples and the flesh right under the surface." And he was a fast learner, for his technique improved radically, and tendrils of pleasure raced around my body. I looked over at Jane, and she too was getting aroused, both by the sight of Charles and me, as well as by the motions of her hands. It reminded me of how I had caught her a week ago in my den, for once again, she had one hand snaked up into her white blouse, toying with her braless breasts. And her other hand was unbuttoning the all of the front closures of her plaid skirt, and I saw that hand dive through the slit and head directly into the depths of her crotch. She smiled at me, then unclipped the waist of the skirt and let it fall behind her feet. Then she returned her attention to her cunt, which was clad in a string bikini made of sheer floral lace. Her mound of tightly curled dark hair showed through the semi-transparent fabric, which creased deeply into the slice between the two halves of her vulva. As was the case a week ago, her panties were soaked with her juices. Then I realized that Dick was standing in the dark shadows behind Jane, unnoticed by her. Apparently, his wholesome morality was no match for his curiosity and his animal compulsions, for he was ogling the scene that was unfolding in his bedroom with unchecked lust. Even in the dark, the fire was evident in his eyes like burning embers. Jane followed the direction of my gaze, and when she saw her husband hidden behind her, I thought that she would close up, maybe close the door in her face. Instead, she extended her hand toward him, and when he took it, she drew him into the doorway. She embraced him, dragging her naked leg up onto his hips and hooking her foot behind his ass, so that she could pull him firmly into her loins. She kissed him with a hunger and aggression that had been hidden from Dick for all their years together. After a moment's hesitation, he responded by twining his hand into her short hair and pulling her into his lips. His other hand reached down and slid into her panties, cupping the tightly muscled cheek. All the while, Charles was continuing with his exploration of my breasts, and I was thoroughly enjoying it. But it was time for more, so I took hold of his hands and guided them down to the waistband of my panties. He took the hint and pushed the last garment, with his lightly stubbled chin dragging down my spine. He ended up on his knees with his face level with my ass. I spun on the balls of my feet and now my cunt was staring him in the face. With as much ballet-like grace as I could muster, I lifted my right foot off the floor and brought it up and then to the side. Using one hand to stabilize myself by touching the top of his head, I used the other to grab my ankle and lift my leg further, until it made contact with the sturdy post at the foot of the bed at a height even with my breasts. I knew I couldn't keep this position long, so I grabbed Charles' hair and pulled his face into my wide-spread crotch. As I suspected, he was inexperienced at cunnilingus, and I had to be very specific in my instructions: "Point your tongue more. Use your fingers to pull apart my lips. Can you feel that hard nub at the top of my slit? Oh, yes, that's it. That's my clitoris. Now lap your tongue up and over it. Again. Again. Now make your strokes longer, starting down at my vagina. Can you taste my juices? Take a moment to savor the flavor. Now get back to licking me. Use one hand to rub my ass cheeks. Squeeze harder. Lick my clitoris harder. And faster." My muscles in my legs were starting to burn, but I was so aroused by Charles' rubbery hard tongue, and by the whole sequence of events leading up to this moment. My orgasm came in as an instantaneous blast, a primal explosion that jolted me as if I had been hit with a cattle prod. I was literally thrown backwards, and I dragged his head, planted in my percolating crotch, with me as I fell back onto the bed. It was a fast and brief orgasm, but all the power and intensity was compressed into a wildly volcanic eruption. I thought the top of my head would be blown off like lava. Even as I felt the mind-blowing rapture ebb away, Charles kept up his lapping of my sodden cunt. Eventually, the sensation was too much, and I gently pulled him away from my crotch and upwards so that his big, strong boy covered mine like a blanket. I kissed him (for the first time). At first a tender little peck, and then a deeper, more passionate kiss. When he lifted his head away from mine, I could see the questioning look in his eyes. "Was that so awful for you, to lap up my juices and tongue my clitoris like that?" I asked. He answered "Well, I've never done that for any woman before... but I hope it isn't the last time. It was wonderful to feel you so aroused, to feel you coming on my tongue, to hear you say those 'dirty' words." He was a convert, I thought to myself. He won't be thinking of women as passive and frigid for a while. Now that there is a chink in his armor, maybe he'll reexamine some of his other behaviors and attitudes. There is hope for this bastard. Speaking of converts, I tipped my head to the side, and there were Jane and Dick. They had come forwards so that they were standing right at the foot of the bed, watching our panting, sweaty bodies. And somehow, all of Dick's clothes had disappeared, as had Jane's panties and blouse. All sense of inhibition and decorum had evaporated for Dick, as was made clear by his proudly displayed cock, which stabbed into the air over the footboard. Jane's hand was tightly wrapped around its length, and she was jacking him off slowly. One of his hands had curled around her back and under her armpit, so that he could reach her breast. He was pinching her nipple, twisting it like a radio knob, and she was encouraging him to do it harder! Her other hand was buried in her cunt. Watching them reminded me of my role as initiator and director of this situation, and immediately, a picture popped into my head of how to arrange the finale. I asked Charles to stand up and take off his briefs, and he revealed a cock that wasn't long, but it was amazingly wide, with a dark purple head that looked like a ripe plum. It was shiny with precome, and it twitched with his unquenched desire. I bounce up off the mattress, and had Charles take my place, parallel to the foot of the bed. I asked Jane to lean over the footboard, and for Dick to mount her from behind, doggy-style. He didn't seem to know exactly how to do it, an I presumed that most of his experience had been with the missionary position. But Jane reached between her thighs and guided his bloated cock between her labia. As he penetrated deep into her vagina in one long thrust, she let loose with a brazen groan. Her fingers remained in the wet folds of her cunt, and she began to rub her clitoris with the same remarkable energy and determination that she had shown me a week before. She let her head fall forwards and into the waiting face of Charles. They kissed-the first extramarital kiss for Jane-as Dick began pumping into Jane's cunt with long rhythmic strokes that pushed Jane's body to and fro. Eventually, it was too difficult for her to keep up the kiss, and she shifted her face down onto Charles' hairy chest, where she licked enthusiastically into the tight black curls. She found his tiny nipples and she sucked hard on them, even biting and scratching him teasingly. Charles responded by cradling her head and rubbing the back of her neck. His cock was waving like a pennant in a breeze, and it was stiff and fat. I placed myself between his legs, and nibbled and licked his cock tenderly. His hips bounced around, and I could tell that he wanted more that my seductive flirting. He wanted me to take his cock head into my mouth, and before he got his wish, I had a demand to make of him. "Charles, if you don't move, I'll suck your cock. If you do move, I'll just watch you until you keep still." Of course, he would have promised anything just then, and he did stop bouncing around, so I kissed the helmet-shaped head, prodded my tongue into the pisshole, and then drew the bulbous glans between my wide-spread lips and sucked hard, swiping the underside with my tongue and fondling his balls with my fingers. The short length of his cock made it easy to take him all the way in, so that my lips brushed his bushy pubic hair. But the unusual breadth stretched my jaws so much that it became uncomfortable quite soon. So when he lost his self discipline and instinctively thrust his hips up into my face, I used it as an excuse to peel my over-full mouth off his cock, and I threatened to leave him unattended. He again agreed to my command, and after a minute of making him wait, I crawled up onto the bed and planted my knees to either side of his waist, suspending my cunt over his petrified stud of flesh. Without any manual assistance, it pointed straight up at my wet and eager target. Jane's face was only inches away, and she turned it so that she could watch. I squatted down just a bit, and our genitals made contact. I pushed his cock forwards so that my labia could wrap themselves it. I rocked back and forth so that my clitoris rubbed along the short fat shaft, but I left the purple glans uncovered. Jane found it to be an irresistible temptation, and she repositioned herself so that she could lick the head as I squeezed it with my cunt as if it were a tube of toothpaste. Behind Jane, Dick was still piercing his long, thin cock repeatedly into Jane's cunt, which gurgled with loud squishing noises. She exhorted him to do it faster and harder, which he did, and he kneaded her ass cheeks hard. His thrusts pushed her face into Charles's cock, and she grunted as she sucked the head into her mouth. Despite her petite body, her mouth seemed able to open like a snake that could swallow a rodent three times it's own diameter. That hard globe of cock head fit easily into her consuming lips, and now her lips occasionally bumped into my own cunt lips. I shifted my knees back, and put my hands behind me on Charles's knees. By arching my back, my cunt punched forwards without my thighs pushing Jane's head out of the way. She took the opportunity to use the fingers of her free hand (the other one was still embedded in her own crotch) to prod at my clitoris from above, driving it down into the slippery hard shaft of cock. I sped up my back and forth motion, and let my weight press hard onto Charles's motionless cock. Jane reached her orgasm first. She was enjoying four simultaneous stimulations-a cock in her mouth, another pounding relentlessly into her vagina, her fingers strumming across her clitoris, and my cunt flowering before her wide eyes-were more than she could take. Her entire body started to shimmy with minute vibrations, and her grunts became a sustained, guttural howl of deep pleasure. As the howl became a softer moan, Dick's climax arrived and he ground his cock even more deeply into Jane's vagina, attaining his deepest penetration. His eyes clenched closed and his face was painted with a grimace that might have looked like pain, if I didn't know better! I could imagine Jane's tight vagina sheath convulsing around his bony saber, milking jets of semen out of his shaft and mixing it with her own outpouring of oily secretions I too had been at the edge of reaching my own orgasm, but I had stopped moving while I watched Jane and Dick. Charles, too, had been enjoying the scene, but now, he couldn't help but attempt to bounce his hips to encourage me to get back to my activities. I couldn't blame him, and in fact, I didn't want to wait any longer. But I had one more trick up my sleeve-and that's hard to do when naked! I lifted myself up and asked Jane to hold Charles's cock straight up, and then I dropped down suddenly, letting the short, wide pillar of flesh stretch me wide. Then I bounced back up, and let his cock fall forwards, where Jane gave him one hard suck. We alternated strokes, fuck and suck, fuck and suck. And all the while, Jane flicked one of her fingers over my clitoris. In a few moments, Jane and I really got the rhythmic pattern of this, and we were able to pick up speed. I reached behind my ass with one hand, and started juggling his balls in my fingers. When I felt the first jolts of ecstasy shoot through me, I abandoned the alternating strategy, and let Charles's crimson cock head stay in Jane's mouth. I shook my cunt forwards and back, riding his shaft, as if I was trying to score a groove into the sensitive underside of his cock. The stimulations were finally too much for both of us, and we reached our climactic moment together. I stopped my purposeful thrusts, which were replaced by uncontrollable twitches and shudders as Jane prodded hard across my clitoris. She sucked as hard as she could on Charles's cock as I squeezed his balls. His hips bounced up rhythmically as his orgasm pulsed through his body. Jane, who wasn't used to the idea of swallowing the semen, released her lips and pulled back a bit. Ribbons of pearly cum shot out of his broad glans and onto her cheeks and lips, dripping in slow motion to Charles heaving tummy. The chlorine-like smell of all our juices commingled in the steamy air around us, and when Dick's knees buckled from exhaustion, Jane let herself be willingly pulled down to the floor next to the bed, where she and Dick cuddled affectionately. What a long way they had come since their arguments over the dinner table. I let myself fall forwards onto Charles's slimy chest, and was go delighted to hear his emotional gratitude for the eye-opening adventures we had enjoyed together. Perhaps Charles and I will return for more fun with Dick an Jane. And maybe next time, we'll get to satisfy our growling stomachs as well as our other appetites 19 Good Grief It was appropriately gloomy weather on the afternoon when my good friend Beth was buried. Her death at the hands of a drunk driver was a tragedy that all of her many friends felt very deeply. Of course, her husband and two young children were devastated by the loss. I had known Beth since our high school days together as cheerleaders, and we saw each other almost every day in the intervening years, often at the health club, where we shared long talks over coffee after our workouts, talking about the traumas and joys of our lives. I thought I knew everything about her, and every one of her friends. Was I ever wrong! The funeral service was held outdoors, next to the grave site. More than a hundred people attended, all bundled up against the insistent Autumn chill. I knew everyone there, most with tears filling their eyes. Half-way through the service, I noticed someone else who I didn't recognize, on the far side of the circle of Beth's friends. He was leaning against the gnarled trunk of a huge sugar maple, ablaze with golden foliage, and he was dressed more casually than most of the mourners. Although he was physically part of the group, I knew instinctively that he was clearly separate and mysterious. My curiosity was piqued; who was this one person who I didn't know, who felt strongly enough to attend Beth's funeral? I needed to know. So when the final words were spoken, I avoided conversation with the friends standing near me. Instead I circled around the outside of the group toward the tree where he had been standing. He was already gone. Glancing around, I saw him sitting on a stone wall a couple hundred feet away, staring off into space. He was deep in thought, and perhaps I should have left him in peace. But I so wanted to know how he was connected to Beth, about whom I thought I knew everything. I screwed up my courage and walked over the leaf-strewn grass, silently sitting near him on the wall. Minutes passed without a word, as we watched everyone else walk away from the grave. Even when the last car had sped off down the dirt road, our quiet meditation continued, until finally he turned his head toward mine, and said "I probably shouldn't have come here today, but I just couldn't stay away. Beth had a powerful and exciting influence on my life, and in my way, I loved her very much." What on earth was he talking about? According to him, Beth and he had been close. But he was unknown to her community of friends. So I just had to ask bluntly "Just who are you, anyway. I'm sure that I've never seen you with Beth, or around town." "I've never actually met Beth, at least not in person. But she and I knew everything about each other, since we talked to each other over computer networks. We were sort of like penpals, or e-pals, I guess you might say." He saw the bewildered look on my face, and continued "I would explain all this to you, but what she and I had was very special, and very intimate. And it was absolutely secret. So I'm not sure that I should go on. I would hate for her family to be hurt." I asked "How do you know that I'm not a family member?" To which he answered "Well I'm pretty sure that I know who you are. You're Sue, aren't you? Beth described you in great detail, and no one else at the service looked like you do. If it weren't for what she told me about you and the deep friendship that you shared, I wouldn't have even said this much. But she said that you were the most open-minded and open-hearted person she knew, so I'm taking the chance with you. I know that you are familiar with America Online and how it can be used to get into sexual fantasies. She told me that you are the 'SueNH' that writes all those stories for the Internet." How the hell did Beth know that? I haven't told anyone, not even my closest friends. It turns out that she had discovered the stories, and had recognized my physical description, the neighborhood, and my personality. I had dropped enough hints for Beth to figure it out. I was somewhat horrified to have been discovered, but also tantalized by the possibilities. While I sat there with my jaw hanging open, he continued "Beth really appreciated the companionship that you offered her, and both of us found your stories to be an incredible turn-on. We talked endlessly about the wild and erotic images you write about." Well, compliments like that will always get my attention-as will the face and body and voice that this mystery man possessed. And the mystery itself may have been the part that was the most intriguing to me. So I promised to keep what he told me to myself, and to not be judgmental or shocked by anything that I learned. With that assurance, he decided to trust me, and then he told me their story, which went something like this: His name is Dale. He too was married. Beth and he met in a general chat room on America Online, where they discussed parenthood and marriage and eventually the boredom and stagnation of their lives. Given the anonymity of the Internet (I learned that Beth used the alias "OpeningUp" as her screen name, which said a lot about where she was coming from when she met people online), the two of them started sharing more and more intimate feelings. Early on, Dale suggested that they move to a "private room," where he thought that they wouldn't have the distraction of all the other people chatting in the public room. He new that the private room system existed, but he hadn't actually used one. Beth immediately asked him if he was trying to "cyber- seduce" her (I like that expression), and when he denied it, she told him that she was disappointed! Dale discovered that she had been a regular participant in these rooms for a couple of years, and that she looked forward to the safe, anonymous, and wild fantasies that could be played out with her online partners. I had promised Dale that I wouldn't be shocked, but it was hard to maintain my composure to hear that sweet little Beth, member of the PTA and the church ladies auxiliary, was actually a wanton vamp of the computer networks. Over the years, she and I had shared so many conversations. I thought she was telling me EVERYTHING, as I was baring my soul to her. Of course, I too had been holding back, not telling her one important thing- about my alter-ego as a regular contributor to alt.sex.stories. So it shouldn't have come as such a surprise to find out about Beth's secret life. But it did! Now my curiosity was getting really revved up. And my interest in this magnetically handsome stranger with the syrupy voice was overwhelming any sense of social correctness that should have been guiding my behavior. Dale was reluctant to get too graphic in his description of what the two of them talked about in the private room. After all, we were talking about someone who had died only a few days ago, who had just been buried within sight of where we sat. Yet it was precisely for those reasons that we found ourselves able to talk so freely, stranger to stranger, connected by our mutual friend for whom we both were grieving. Anyway, it turned out that Dale and Beth had arranged to have a regular rendezvous every Tuesday morning at 10 o'clock. That explained why she had started coming to the health club only four mornings a week. For an hour each session, they would start with some flirting, then they would verbally undress each other, followed by some torrid sex that transcended the apparent limits of their keyboards. Both Beth and Dale had occasionally experienced orgasms without touching themselves, just from the extreme arousal of the typed conversation. Each time, they would imagine themselves in a different place, sometimes playing roles as if they were in another time or another city. They always reserved a few minutes at the end of their session to have a discussion that wasn't about the cyber- seduction. Sort of like the proverbial post-orgasmic smoke- a-cigarette talk. They laid bare the tender wounds of their lives, revealing their vulnerabilities and dreams. Dale lived in Arizona, so it was both impractical and unwise to meet in person. Despite their exciting fantasies and their unfulfilled "real lives," neither really wanted to take the risk of hurting their families, or endangering the reputations that they had staked out in their communities. But eventually, their exhilarating and elicit online affair was like a drug that needed a bigger fix. They made plans to meet, in the flesh (quite literally). Dale had arrived yesterday, checking into a motel in a neighboring town. He only found out this morning about Beth's accident. He knew it was inappropriate to show up at the funeral, but he couldn't stay away. He needed to see her put to rest, and he found it strangely reassuring to see her surrounded by her close friends and families. Of course, he was disappointed at this sudden reversal of fortune. but he was instantly resigned to the reality. His greatest regret was that Beth and he had not gotten to share the single night of physical passion that they had planned. One night was all that they had allowed themselves, and then they had promised to return to their real lives, never to meet again, online or in person! But they couldn't live the rest of their lives without tasting the forbidden fruit just this once. Now that phrase "the rest of our lives" had a tragic poignancy as it related to Beth. But for Dale, he had reached for the apple and it had been pulled from his grasping hands. His sadness about Beth's death was mixed with understandable frustration for his own tough luck. As Dale told me this history of the two of them, I found myself stirred by the romance, and titillated by the erotic overtones. I was drawn to Dale not only by sympathy, but also by a rising sexual charge. When he mentioned his frustration at the end of the story, it was clear to me that much of it was sexual frustration. I instantly made a decision which felt totally right at that moment (although it certainly seems reckless as I look back on it). I could be the stand-in for Beth for the one night. His long anticipated union with his cyber-lover could in some fashion be fulfilled, and I could see that this required no sacrifice on my part, for my attraction to Dale was instantaneous, going back to that first moment when I had spotted him during the funeral. By "becoming" Beth for a few hours, I could perhaps be giving her a final tribute. If her angel was watching over us, she could enjoy our sexual encounter in some mystical and vicarious way. While this plan crystallized in my head, I chose not to explain it to Dale. This wasn't a time for logic. I simply stood up in front of him between his knees, pulled his head to my breasts, and ran my fingers through his long curly hair. "Dale, I want you to do something for me, and for yourself. I want your to let go of reality for a few hours. Tonight I will be your Beth. Right this minute, I am Beth. I want you to forget about my death, to forget about Sue. I want you to celebrate our love, to make love to me with all the passion that you have kept imprisoned for so long. I want to see your body. I want to wrap my hands around your cock. I want you to kiss me all over. And I want you to fuck me like there is no tomorrow. Because there isn't!" Dale started sobbing softly, and the tenderness of the moment brought tears to my eyes as well. His arms were wrapped tightly around my waist. After dwelling in the grief for a few more minutes, I took the initiative, and reached behind me to take his hands. I pulled them down so that they rested on my ass cheeks. Dale was still hesitant, so I pressed his fingers into my flesh. Eventually, he let go of his self-restraint, and began massaging my ass, gently at first, then more insistently. I glanced around quickly to make sure that there was no one left in the cemetery. Then I gripped the waist of my simple black sheath and began to bunch up the material, pulling the hem up from my knees. I'm not sure that Dale even knew what I was doing, with his face buried between my breasts. With a final yank, I pulled the material out from under his hands. The cool autumn air was in sharp contrast to the fingertips burning into my skin. Dale was now fully into the illusion of me being Beth. His crying had stopped, and where the fabric of my dress was damp from his tears, I now felt his hot breath wafting against my nipples, making them harder. One of them was trying to poke out his eye. My hands were now resting on his shoulders, and I kneaded the tightness from his neck muscles, slipping my fingers under the collar of his turtleneck. His hands had migrated around and under my ass cheeks, so that he was pushing his finger tips up into my cunt, pressing the thin fabric of my pantyhose into the moisture that had seeped out of my vagina. I normally don't wear this type of underwear when I am expecting any kind of sexual encounter. I had no idea that this would be in the cards today! But I had dispensed with panties, since the hose provided the warmth and modesty that I required for this solemn occasion. Now that stretchy nylon material was providing almost no barrier to the exploring fingers that slid along my puffy labia, flicking over the hooded nub of my clitoris. I hadn't realized how completely aroused I had become, but now I could feel the moisture soaking into the nylon, and the coolness from the air sent shivers up my spine. Or were the shudders caused by the stimulation of the prodding fingers? I gasped with the intensity of it all. But the seasonal chill was just too much. To say nothing of my fear of being spotted by a passerby. After all, my courage to be sexual on the Internet is quite different from what I feel is possible in my home town. So I pulled away from Dale and let my dress fall back to my knees. I drew his hands up my torso, bumping over my sensitive breasts, and up to my mouth. My lips wrapped themselves around a couple of his fingers, and I tasted my own pungent juices. Stepping backwards a step, I let the grasp of my lips pull him to a standing position. "Let's go to your motel. I'll follow your car" I said, and the sultry tone in my voice surprised me. We walked hand-in-hand out to the dirt road, and kissed passionately one time before getting into our cars. He was driving some clunky looking rental job. I was in my sporty little Miata, with the top up for the weather. When we got into town, we had to stop at the only traffic light. I used the brief pause to remove my shiny pumps and shimmy out of my pantyhose. I tried to be inconspicuous about my movements, since this was the busiest part of our little town. Now my simple black sheath was my only piece of clothing, and I know I wouldn't be wearing even that much longer. Turning up the car's heater, I let it blow up between my knees, which I separated as much as I could within the tight confines of the driver's seat. The hem rode up high on my thighs. I could immediately smell the unique fragrance that emanated from my oozing cunt. As I tailed Dale's car for the 15 minutes it took to get to his motel, I let my fingers tease myself ever-so-lightly, swirling around my gumdrop nipples, and occasionally dropping down to slide through the lubricated crevice of my naked cunt. I had to restrain myself from touching myself too aggressively, for the temptation was very strong. Finally, just as the sun was setting in the West, we arrived at the High Hills Motor Lodge. Even before I had pulled to a stop, Dale had hopped out of his car and was unlocking the door to his room. I stepped up to him and through into his tidy little room. When he reached for the light switch, I stopped his hand. Trying to reinforce the illusion, I said "Remember, I am Beth. You know who I am. You know what I look like from what I told you in the chat room. Let the light from the window be your guide. Let your hands lead you." I was using a monotone voice that I hoped would be hypnotic. "Remember all the wild scenes we have had together. Tonight I want you to make it the best time of all. I want you to tell me how you like it. I am yours for the night. I am Beth. I am yours. Make love to me." He was hooked completely. Even in the dim light I could see that his eyes were kind of glazed over, and he was breathing rapidly and deeply. I let my hands drop down to his crotch, where I gave his cock a gentle squeeze. He was rock-hard, and so very big. He leaned back against the door, and asked me to take it out. His voice was almost a whisper, desperate and urgent. I wasn't there to be a tease, so I leaned forwards to kiss him hard. While our lips mashed together and my tongue plunged deep between his teeth, I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. Dropping to my knees on the thick carpet, I pulled off his loafers, and then quickly removed his trousers. His erection made a huge tent in his white boxers. I snaked a hand up into each of the loose pant legs and with my fingers straight, I enclosed the hard column of flesh in a prayerful grasp. My finger tips just reached the head of his cock, which was trapped under the elastic waistband. I let my fingernails graze lightly over the sensitive skin of his rotund glans. "Please take it all the way out" he implored. I bent his cock shaft away from his stomach, stretching the waistband outward. I bit down onto the corrugated material, and pulled his shorts down onto his thighs with my head. My forehead rubbed down his cock, leaving a smear of precome on my skin. I released his cock from my hands and used them to pull his boxers the rest of the way down his legs. He was already unbuttoning his overshirt and pulling his turtleneck up over his head. "What do you want me to do now?" I asked innocently. "You know." "Tell me. I'll do anything you ask. But you must tell me what you want." I wanted to make sure that I didn't break the illusion of my being Beth, which I could easily have done by acting in some way that he didn't expect. I just had to hope that she hadn't convinced him that she was some kind of dominatrix! "Please, kiss my cock! Suck on it the way you talked about on the computer. I've been waiting so long for this moment. I've kept myself from masturbating or making love with my wife for two weeks. I'm tingling all over. I need you to suck on my cock now. Please Beth, do it now!" His use of Beth's name sounded so genuine. I was sure that he was completely absorbed by the trance. And I too was having trouble keeping track of my own identity. I felt like I really was Beth. I felt like I had known Dale for all these months, and that I had been anticipating this moment of forbidden physical pleasure. Despite the fact that I had masturbated only that morning as I showered in preparation for the funeral, I felt the delicious sense that I get when it has been a long time between orgasm, when I know that my time is coming. This was no time to flirt. Dale's erection was pointing almost straight up, and was twitching uncontrollably. I leaned forwards and kissed his balls, then slipped my tongue out from between my lips and lapped up the entire length of his solid column of hot flesh. Just as I reached the protruding rim of his glans, my tongue collided with a falling droplet of his oily precome. I drew it into my mouth, savoring the musky flavor and smell. My hands came up and wrapped around the base of his cock, and then milked upwards. The clear, sticky precome poured out of his pisshole. I don't think that I have ever encountered so much of the stuff, and I wondered for a moment if he was already ejaculating; but I could tell from his other movements that this was just the appetizer; the main meal was still to cum. My fingers smeared the greasy liquid all over the throbbing length of his cock. I swallowed the head of his cock into my mouth-I had to rise up off my haunches to reach it. Swirling my tongue around the helmet-shaped head, and sucking in with my cheeks, I began to pump the exposed shaft with one hand. My other hand cupped his balls and prodded gently into the sensitive sacks. His hands twisted in my long hair, but thankfully, he didn't try to force my head into his crotch, for the breath and length; of his column of veined flesh would surely have gagged me. I was fortunate that he was a naturally gentle soul. "Oh god, I'm going to come already. Please don't stop, Beth. This feels like heaven." I had only been sucking on his cock for a few seconds, but it only took that long to provoke his orgasm. I took more of his cock into my mouth, and the jets of semen started splattering into my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could, enjoying the indescribable taste. I squeezed his balls in time with his contraction. Abruptly, the strength in his knees gave way, and his back slid down the surface of the door. I had to wriggle backwards on my knees, and bend down more so that I could keep my lips clamped around his writhing cock. My ears were filled with the hoarse grunts of his incredible orgasm. Seconds seemed to pass like minutes as he came down from the heights. I continued to nibble lightly on his cock, vacuuming up the final oozing droplets of cream. Finally, Dale got his breath back, and he stood up, then pulled me to my feet. "Your turn" was all he said, as he turned so that I faced away from him. He pulled my arms up over my head, and then nudged with his toe at my insoles, spreading my feet wide apart. Reaching around my sides, his hands started fluttering around on the front of my body, following a seemingly random pattern. It felt like a swarm of butterflies. He brushed his fingertips over my face, up my arms, over my heaving breasts, flicking over my distended nipples, over my ribs, onto my tight tummy, into my navel.... I'm very ticklish, and I had to bite my lip to keep from breaking out in girlish giggles. But I was also enjoying Dale's touch, light as it was. He was hardly making contact at all, and my black dress also buffered his caresses. Yet that was all it took to make me quiver with erotic thrills. When Dale reached down to take hold of the hem of my dress, his steamy breath penetrated the fabric on my back, reminding me of the intimate feeling of his breath on my breasts only an hour ago. He peeled the sheath up over my hips and upper body, and then over my arms, which were still reaching for the ceiling. That dress was the single piece of clothing that I was wearing, so now I was completely naked, illuminated by the orange glimmers of the sunset through the window. Dale remarked "what happened to your underwear?" To which I answered that I never wore a bra, and that I had removed my pantyhose while I was in my Miata. "Beth, you are as brazen in person as you ever were online. I love that about you. You know what you want, and with me, you are going to get just that." He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bed. His strength and masculinity enclosed my slender body. Before setting me down, he reached down with one hand and stripped the blanket off the bed. Then he lay me onto the taut white sheet, face-down, and he sat on my rear. His strong hands began massaging my neck and shoulders. All the light touches from before were transformed into vigorous kneading. He worked his way down my back, and then pushed himself backwards so that he could sit between my knees. As he massaged my spongy ass cheeks, I knew that he could see the shadowy wet folds of my cunt, and the star-like opening of my asshole. His thumbs crept closer and closer to these targets, but just when I thought he would work his way into my cunt, he shifted his attention to my thighs, and down all the way to one foot. He sucked my toes into his mouth one at a time, stopping only long enough to say. "This is what you've been begging to have done for months, isn't it, Beth? I love giving you this treatment." Then he rubbed my other leg, repeating his toe sucking on that foot. It did feel good, and he was very enthusiastic about it. Being Beth meant getting involved with her particular little fetishes. Maybe having my toes sucked is something I needed to add to my regular repertoire. "That's wonderful, Dale," I said, "but now I want more." "Like what" he responded. Right away, I could see that he was going to play the same game on me that I had played with him. He wanted me to say what I wanted. "Bring your hands back up to my ass" I said. But when he only went back to massaging my cheeks, I implored him to touch my cunt. "Like this, Beth?" he asked. But all he was doing was grazing over my sparse cunt hair with the finger tips of one hand, while the other continued kneading my butt. "Dale, I'm too excited to talk. You know what I like from when you've touched me with your silent voice over the phone wires. I've begged you to do those things that no one else has. So now I want you to make love to my body the way we have talked about so much. You know what I want. Do it now. Don't tease me. Please." With that, I hiked my rear way up into the air, and spread my knees further, so that I was totally open and accessible to him. Instantly, his fingers pressed more insistently into my cunt flesh. His long middle finger slipped easily between my slick labia, and the fingers to either side scissored in around the engorged lips. His hand prodded back and forth plowing my furrows, thumping against the hard peg of my clitoris. Then I felt the thumb of his other hand slip into my gaping vagina. He pressed that thumb down toward the palm of the hand that stroked my clitoris, so that the hard knob of his first knuckle brushed over my G spot. Slowly at first, then gradually accelerating, he danced over and inside of my totally receptive cunt. Instinctively, he knew exactly where to probe, how hard and fast I needed it. Incredibly, at the moment that I started to reach my climax, he stopped his motion, maintaining a firm but passive pressure, until I too backed off from the peak. Then he began the gradual climb back up the mountain of pleasure. Four times he brought me almost to the crest, and four times he denied me that summit. I never feared that he would be so cruel as to leave me frustrated. I understood that he was playing me like a guitar, strumming chords on my G spot as he plucked at my rubbery clitoris. I was captivated by the music. As I ascended the mountain for the fifth time, Dale allowed me to surge over the final barrier, and I reached my climax with hurricane force. I could feel the pulsing waves smashing up from my crotch and spreading through my body and into my head. My breathing was harsh and rapid, like the winds of the storm. Time stood still as my body shuddered and writhed on the snaky fingers provoking my convulsing cunt. I had no time to recuperate before Dale moved up behind me and placed the fat head of his cock at the dripping entrance of my vagina. Gripping my hips with his hands, he drove his cock all the way into me with one sudden thrust. I was totally open, and was able to accommodate his huge prong of meat with only a shrill hiss that came not from any discomfort, but only from the visceral pleasure of being stuffed full of my lover's cock. His wiry pubic hair pressed into my ass cheeks, and he remained motionless. "Beth, your cunt fits my cock so perfectly. I can feel your inner muscles churning and clutching. I've dreamed of this moment for so long. It feels so incredible." For emphasis, I did my best to clamp down on his cock, and then I started to rock back and forth. At first I only moved an inch or so, and his hips remained glued to mine. But eventually, he allowed his cock to withdraw and then disappear, again and again. He let go of my hips and reached around with both hands to envelop my breasts. His fingers softly pinched and rolled my plump nipples. I clutched at the sheet and tried to dig my toes in, so that I could gain the leverage needed to drive my cunt into his groin. I needed him to fuck me hard, and it just wasn't enough. "Lie back, Dale, and let me do the work. That's what I want now." And I pushed back extra hard with my ass, encouraging him to flop backwards onto the bed. His cock was pulled out of my cunt with a slurping sound, and then flopped hard onto his stomach. With my back still facing him, I settled back onto my haunches, with my ass hovering over his hips. I reached between my sweaty thighs and took hold of his slippery cock, aiming it straight upwards. Lifting myself up, I reinserted the glans between my drooping lips. Then I dropped my butt down onto his groin, impaling myself completely. Immediately, I began pistoning up and down at a furious pace. The bed started creaking loudly, and I worried momentarily that the frame might break! My head swung around, flailing my long blond hair into a golden cloud. My breasts swam around crazily, colliding with each other with damp slapping sounds. One of my hands found its way behind me to a spot along side of Dale's chest, and I leaned backwards and to the side. He could again reach my breasts, and he tried to tame their wild dance. My other hand fell down to his balls, bouncing around under my pounding cunt, and I took up the gentle squeezing that had been so stimulating for him earlier. My wrist rubbed against the splayed lips of my cunt, sweeping over my slippery and tender clitoris. He could remain passive no longer, and he started meeting my downward thrusts with vigorous upwards hip-tilts. I felt like I was riding a bucking bronco (or was it a fucking bronco). Both of us were sweating profusely, and the fingers clutching his balls were bathed in the commingled juices from his cock and my cock. Earthy smells and animal grunts filled the air. We had both achieved an earlier orgasm, so we had the time to enjoy our uncurbed lust. At one point, I thought I might have to stop from exhaustion, but I got my second wind and was able to continue and even quicken my pace. It wasn't long after that I could feel my second climax begin to spread its tendrils of elation though my veins. "I'm going to come now, Dale. Come with me. Pour your seed deep into my body. Don't wait. Aaahhhhhh." And he didn't wait. His hips exploded off the mattress several times in rapid-fire succession, and then he pumped upwards one last time, becoming frozen with his ass a foot from the bed. I sat up straight, abandoning my pistoning. Instead, I bore down hard, grinding my cunt into his bushy pubic hair. I was milking his spasming cock with my cunt muscles and rubbing my finger tips into the sensitive spot between his balls and his asshole. My wrist pressed hard into my clitoris. Within my seething vagina, I could feel the blasts of semen erupting volcanically like hot lava, splashing up against my cervix. My own orgasm was short and electrifying. It was a dizzying rapture that was so intense that it almost became painful, and I forced myself to push off of Dale's stiff body, falling onto the bed at his side. In the faint light, I saw his shiny cock still pointing toward the ceiling, shooting one last fountain of silvery come into the air, landing on his sweaty chest as he allowed his hips to sink back down to the bed. The intensity of my exertion and my lust left me drained and spent. I could only close my eyes and fall immediately into a deep sleep. Fluids percolated from my ravished cunt, and the sticky secretions dried in my pubic hair. That night, I had the most real-feeling dreams.... of being surrounded by radiant white angels, and of Beth looking down on me with an impish smile. She said to me "OK, Sue, so of course I'm jealous... but I still want to thank you for taking my place tonight. You've given a great gift to Dale. You're a sweetheart. I'll put in a good word for you up here." To which I could only reply "No need to thank me. By having the chance to "be" you for a few hours, I've already gotten to visit heaven. So thank you, Beth. You've been a dear friend. I'll hold you and your secrets in my heart forever." 20 Kachina Shimmering bloated masses of yellow, red, and brown sandstone surrounded me as I reclined in the blazing sun. The afternoon sky was as dark blue as I have ever seen it. And far below me, the crystal clear water filling the canyon reflected the color of the sky, barely revealing the shadowy depths beneath the surface. Hot bone-dry air wafted lazily over my sweaty skin, fluttering through my long blond hair. This place is an improbable witch's brew of landscaping: one part stark moonscape, one part tropical beach, and one part Sahara Desert. It was originally Glen Canyon, until the government built a towering dam and filled the valley with a lake that swallows up over more than 200 miles of the Colorado River, just above the Grand Canyon. My friend Ellen in Albuquerque had to convince me to come to the Lake, since I was predisposed to think unkindly toward a place that had been transformed by man's hands from a canyon to an inland sea. But when I came to visit Ellen, she insisted that this was a place not to be missed, despite the regrettable heritage of its creation. She lent me her backpacking equipment and car, and convinced a friend to let me use his little Boston Whaler that he kept anchored at one of the three marinas on the Lake. Ellen practically pushed me out the door and sent me on my way to Page, Arizona, where I packed my supplies and equipment into the boat and rode off into the choppy waters. In the summer, it is one of the most popular National Recreation Areas in the country, and the waters near the marinas are plied by hundreds of houseboats and high-speed water-skiers. But this being late September, there was hardly anyone else out on the Lake. The water was still quite warm from the summer, and within fifteen minutes, I was able to motor into a cliff-lined little bay and go skinny-dipping. Navaho Mountain dominated the skyline; it is an incredible flat-topped butte that reminded me of Devil's Tower (made famous in the movie "Close Encounters of the Third Kind"). Once I got naked and wet, the Mountain also resembled my hardened nipples which jutted out through the surface of the water as I floated on my back. Ellen had warned me that there were very few places to pull the boat out of the water, since the steep canyon walls normally slope right into the lake. She suggested that I had better get as far up the Lake as I could the first day, so that I could search for a beach that was secluded and unoccupied. So I pulled myself out from the gentle embrace of the tepid waters, and resumed my journey. The surreal scenery slid past me, putting me in a languid state of mind. I headed up several of the many side canyons, and eventually found a teeny little sandy spot where I could beach the boat. But there was no level sight to set up my tent. So I hoisted the loaded pack onto my back and started up a little foot-trail that meandered around the huge boulders, up and into a narrow crevice in the cliffs. It was still early afternoon, so I had enough time to explore this possibility, and if it didn't work out, I could always go back to the boat and try for another spot. The climbing was hard and the canyon walls were claustrophobic, reaching hundreds of feet over my head. But when I climbed up on top of one of the rocks, I could see a brighter, wider area ahead. Onward I trudged. When I reached the open area at the head of the ravine, the contrast was dizzying. A huge bowl-shaped amphitheater rose up from where I stood, maybe half a mile across. It was like being an ant crawling around the drain of a bathtub. The buttery-yellow stone surfaces were smooth and soft looking, but the upper rim of the bowl was ragged with the mountainous serrations. A few scraggly pale-green cottonwood trees were clumped off to one side of me, their roots searching for some unreliable underground spring in this otherwise barren landscape. In an attempt to get out of the shadows of the cliff, I climbed further up into the bowl, scrambling along the top of a finger-like ridge. With no boulders impeding my progress, I quickly gained altitude until I found myself on a (more-or-less) flat shelf halfway up to the summit, and beyond this spot, the slope became even more steep and smooth. I could climb no further, and I had found the perfect place to set up camp. Over to one side there was even a little overhanging fold in the stone skin. It hardly ever rains here, but the idea of sleeping in this shallow cave seemed reassuring. I dropped my heavy pack at the entrance to the grotto, and then walked back out to the edge of the shelf. That is when I encountered the view that I described at the beginning of this story. I had climbed high enough to see back over the narrow crevice that had led me to the bowl, and stretched out across the horizon was the dark blue expanse of the main body of the Lake. Beyond that, the far shore was a sheer wall of dark red rock streaked with wildly twisted bands of black. Way off in the distance, a ridge of mountains was dappled with a splattering of the first snowfall of the year. Yet where I stood, it was quite warm, and the perspiration from my arduous climb was slicked over my body and soaking my white singlet shirt. Being as alone as I knew that I was, I took the opportunity to strip off all of my clothes and wipe myself clean with a little water from my canteen. Then I turned back to the incredible tableau surrounding me. It was so enlivening, so exhilarating. I stretched my arms high into the air, threw my head back and impetuously hollered at the blazing sun with a high-pitched shriek. Many seconds later, I was shocked to hear someone else scream back at me from across the wide amphitheater. I instinctively covered my breasts and groin with my hands, before I caught myself for being so silly. What I had heard was a perfect echo of my own voice, reflecting back at me off the far wall. The incredible strength and clarity of the reverberation was due to the focusing curvature of the cliff face. I laughed at my unfounded fears, and my laugh bounced right back at me. I found that I could sing a meandering duet, accompanied by myself, of course. As I sang I performed a liquid, improvised dance, solely for the enjoyment of my echo-self observer. I don't normally consider myself to be much of a dancer. In fact, I sort of dropped out of ballet class in Junior High School, out of embarrassment for my clumsiness. But today, I was like Martha Graham performing the world premier of "Appalachian Spring".... I was like a full-fledged member of Pilobous Dance Theater.... I was the famous feather in "Forrest Gump," floating effortlessly, barely touching the ground. All of my body succumbed to the sensuous feeling of the moment. And when things get this sensuous for me, I am always teased by the temptation to masturbate. I had only my echo-self as the voyeuristic observer to my increasingly erotic dance. I felt free to touch myself, rubbing the flats of my palms up my torso and onto my swaying breasts, rubbing my hard nipples into the resilient flesh. Then, in a coordinated motion, my head tipped back so that my hair flailed onto my shoulders, and one of my hands slid down to my crotch as I let my knees bend so that I was squatting on the smooth stone of the ledge. My knees splayed outward, and my fingers found their way into the wet and sleek canyon splitting the bulging mesa of my vulva. In the bottom of that chasm, where the waters churned down the rapids, my clitoris stuck up like a boulder through the chaotic white-water. My fingers were like kayaks, bumping up against the hard rock, again and again, keeping up the rhythm that I had established with my dancing. I bobbed up and down on the balls of my feet, and my breasts and head rolled around wildly. The pinching on my nipples and prodding of my clitoris brought forth hoarse and primitive grunts from my throat that reverberated back at me from across the bowl. Incredibly, the echoes seemed louder than my original sounds. I have no idea whether I took minutes or hours to reach the climax of my masturbation. I was lost in the primal immediacy of the moment, transported from self-absorbed gratification into a feeling of being connected with nature. Clouds, skin, cliffs, sweat, tumbleweed, hair, pebbles, nipples, sunshine, labia, echoes,.... orgasm. It started as gentle breeze, and built up to a howling, spectacular storm within my loins, lightening striking out into all the interdependent elements of my taut body. I shrieked in the total ecstasy of the experience. And then suddenly, my calf cramped up from the stress of squatting for so long. Perhaps it took a few seconds for the sharp pain to open the door to my distracted consciousness, for before I knew it, I was falling off my birdlike perch and off to one side. Just in time, I pulled my wet hand out of the twitching folds of my cunt, and used it to absorb much of the momentum of my tumble. But that in turn caused me to spin forwards, and I felt the course surface of the sandstone scrape across the tender skin of my forehead. I lay there flat on the rock, stretching my leg to work out the cramp. At the same time, I traded my sweat and leaking vaginal juices for the heat that radiated from the sun- heated rock. Some of that perspiration dripped down my face into my eyes, and the saltiness stung me into clenching my eyelids shut. I was in such a daze that when I reopened them, I thought I was seeing the world through rose-colored glasses. Then I realized that it was blood from my forehead, and that startled me back into awareness. I forced some discipline into my mind and my muscles, and pulled myself up into a sitting position. I fought off the dizziness, and scrambled on all-fours back toward the cave, where I pulled the first-aid kit out of my pack. Using a little compact mirror that I had thrown in at the last minute, I cleaned the scrape, applied some ointment, and covered it with a bandage. I was surprised at what else the mirror revealed: the face of a wild woman, hair tangled and snarled, warpaint of dirt and blood smudged on my cheeks. My eyes blazed with the lust and exhilaration of my masturbation. I again swabbed the sweat off my body, and washed my cunt, but I left on my warpaint. It signified that I was free and alive and confidently alone-a brave Indian warrior, linked in some unimaginable way with the ancient Anasazi Indians that last roamed these lands a thousand years ago. As all this happened, so was the sun starting to go down, and I used the last hour of natural light to set up my campsite and make some dinner for myself. A meal of dehydrated stew is not usually my favorite thing, but that evening, it was made perfect by the accompaniment of the spellbindingly splendid sunset. With only my little candle- lantern for illumination, I put away my cook set, and crawled into my snugly sleeping bag, still as naked as I had been all afternoon. Before I extinguished the candle, I studied the smooth walls of the cave, and was surprised to see faint drawings, which I immediately realized were Anasazi cave paintings. They were hard to make out in the faint light, but I could see the images of stick figures holding up round shields and short spears or clubs. The one closest to me even had a stick-figure cock drooping down between the stick legs. Something to dream about, I thought, as I blew out the flame, and within minutes, I was asleep, exhausted by my first day on Lake Powell. I awoke in the middle of the night with the urgent need to relieve my bladder. When I returned to my sleeping bag, I sat up and looked out over the bowl-shaped valley laid out in front of me. It was bathed in the silvery light of the full moon, and stars by the billions twinkled in the velvet black sky. As the evening passed into night, the temperature had dropped, and I found myself huddling into the down- filled nylon. Too bad, I thought, that there were no bits of wood up here in the cave for me to make a fire. I was just starting to feel the heaviness of sleep begin to return when, out of the corner of my eyes, I thought I saw something move. But when I turned toward the cave's wall, I couldn't see anything unusual. Then again, I was confused by my memory of the cave paintings that I had seen the evening before. Where I recalled seeing the stick-figure warrior with his cock hanging down..., now there was only bare rock. Suddenly, the light from the moon was blocked out by a form at the mouth of the cave. A jolt of fear struck at my solar plexus, and my breath caught in my throat. I was maybe 50 miles from any kind of civilization, and the few other people that were vacationing on the lake were probably far away. There was no help to be had if I was in danger from this intruder, whether it was an animal or a human. My eyes focused on the silhouette, and now I could see that it was indeed a person. The particular thing I noticed was that he had a huge head. As my eyes further resolved the details of the shapes, it came to me all-at-once that it was not just his head, or even a hat. It was some sort of Indian head- dress, studded with stiff feathers and bits of fur, surrounding but not covering his shadowed face. The man entered further into the cave, and stood a few feet from the end of my sleeping bag. With the moonlight now shining onto him, I could now be certain that he was indeed an Indian, with the round-faced appearance of one of the Pueblo dwellers that have descended from the Anasazi. These are wonderfully peaceful and honorable peoples, and this recognition helped put me more at ease. But I was still left wondering how he had found me in this dark and isolated wilderness. If he was nearby this afternoon, had he watch me dance and masturbate, exposing my body not only to the sun, but perhaps his prying eyes? In addition to his headdress, he was wearing only two other articles of clothing. Covering his chest was a vest made of many narrow horizontal white bars, perhaps made of bone or wood. They formed a kind of washboard pattern from his neck to his belly. And covering his crotch was a loose loin cloth, barely covering his drooping genitals. In the moonlight, everything appeared in degrees of black, gray and white, disguising the vibrant colors that would normally be seen in this ceremonial costume. Everything about him spoke of strength and serenity. He stood over my body with an erect stance, arms crossed over his chest. His physique was magnificent, arms and legs sculpted with long, full muscles. And his eyes bore directly into mine, silently communicating to me that I was safe with this stranger, despite the unusual and threatening circumstances of his arrival. Instinctively, without reservation, I let go of my fears, and opened my heart and my trust. Despite the warm thoughts that filled me, I was still feeling the cold of the night air, and I wondered how the barefoot Indian could keep from shivering. Was he reading my mind? One of his arms stretched out straight and pointed to a spot on the ground about 6 feet from me. Instantly, a perfect campfire sprung to life where there had only been cold hard stone! Flames licked upwards from the small logs, piled tepee-fashion. Heat immediately struck against my cheek, and I reveled in both the miracle and the warmth. This was no ordinary stranger wandering into my campsite. I struggled to make sense of this magic, and then I recalled that one of the images from the cave paintings was missing from where I thought it should be. It seemed impossible to my logical mind, but the deeper truth was obvious. An ancestral Anasazi spirit-god had come back to life, and I dredged from my scatter-brained memory the name for these spirits: Kachina. I had seen pictures of these in a coffee- table book at Ellen's. In the light of the full-moon, in this cave hidden in the wild desert mesas of Glen Canyon, there stood before me a beautiful and stalwart Kachina, freed after a thousand years from his frozen stick-figure likeness on the cave wall. While all these amazing realizations washed over me, the Kachina still stood with his finger pointed at the blazing fire, as if his organic energy was feeding the flames. Now his extended arm swept back over to my reclining body, joined by his other arm so that his palms were pressed together. After a long pause his palms hinged open. I could tell that he was trying to communicate something to me, but I couldn't interpret his sign language. When he repeated it, I was still unsure, but somehow, I inferred that he was suggesting that I take off my sleeping bag. Perhaps my initial suspicion was at least partly correct; from his two- dimensional presence on the cave wall, he might have watched me masturbating the previous afternoon. Could this episode somehow have given him the strength he needed to reanimate himself? I might have been misunderstanding what he was asking for with his body language, but I went on my gut instinct, taking the chance that I might be disrespectful to the Kachina. I unzipped the sleeping bag and spread it wide open, just as his palms had separated. I held myself up by placing my hands behind me on the ground. Answering his serene stare with my own, I thought perhaps I saw some little sparks dancing in the black irises of his eyes. Certainly there was no disapproval for my brazen action of disrobing completely. Again, the Kachina repeated his signal of opening his palms, and I responded by letting my knees rise up off the ground toward my chest, and then fall away from each other. My two thighs were now angled outwards from my hips, forming a single straight line of golden flesh, broken only by the central nexus of my sparsely-furred cunt. My eyes remained locked on his gaze, as it calmly slid from my face, down over my breasts (which were thrust forwards by my posture), and over my taut tummy. Finally, I knew that he was staring right into my cunt. Without looking myself, I knew that my outer labia were pulled apart, for the dry air lapped its cold tongue at the tangy moisture of my fully exposed inner cunt. Up to this point, I had been acting completely in response to the Kachina's wishes. After all, he was practically a god, and I was stunned by the magic of making the campfire appear. But it is not much in my nature to be at all submissive, even to the power of the supernatural. I wanted to be on more equal ground, here in the real world of living humans. Now it was my turn to try to communicate by sign language. I put a hand up in front of my face and crooked my finger repeatedly, beckoning him to come closer. This must be a universal, age-old signal, for he immediately reacted by closing the gap between us in two long strides. He now stood right between my wide-spread thighs, his arms again crossed over his chest. I leaned forwards and grabbed the backs of his hard-muscled thighs, and nuzzled my face into his crotch. He was still not at all erect but I forgave him since he had been out of practice for so long! And the potential was there, for his loin-cloth was bulging with its spongy contents. I wanted to get a response from him, so I began to lick up the surfaces of his thighs, and also his tight stomach. All of his skin was completely without any body hair. I guess that this is often true of Native Americans. I found it an unexpected and sensual pleasure to run my tongue over this velvety smoothness. I let my hands move upwards to the cheeks of his ass, small and rock-hard, fitting into my palms. Then I found the knot on one of his hips, and it came apart easily, letting the loin-cloth fall abruptly into a pile at his feet. Inches from my face, his cock hung down loosely, draping over his hairless balls. Of course, he was uncircumcised, which I find all too rarely in the rest of the world. I enjoy the slithery feel of the loose skin sliding over the rubbery shaft. I immediately used one hand to pull his cock up toward my hungry mouth, and took the covered head between my lips. My tongue stabbed at the foreskin, and I found the opening that allowed me to get my tongue under the skin, where I swirled it around, swabbing at the sensitive flesh. I firmed up my grip on the base of his cock, and my other hand came around and cupped around his balls. They were so big and swollen. In the nest of supple flesh, each solid testicle felt like the egg of a bald eagle, full and potent. As I sucked and fondled with increasing vigor, the Kachina's cock finally began to fill with his hot blood, inflating itself within the tight hold of my mouth. Bigger and bigger, hotter and hotter. The foreskin couldn't cloak the rising column anymore, and it pulled back off the head of his cock. I pulled my mouth off for a moment so that I could see what I had inspired. His cock was now fully erect, as long as any I had ever seen, with a broad glans that looked golden in the flickering light of the fire. I couldn't resist for long, and I again enveloped his cock in my greedy mouth, stretching my jaws to accommodate his girth. But the Kachina stopped me after a few moments of my eager sucking, and he sank to his knees between my splayed thighs. He reached down to grab and lift my hips up to his groin, and I felt almost weightless in his powerful cradle. I thought he was preparing to drive his spear deep into my waiting flesh, and I took a deep breath of the desert air, hoping to gird myself for the penetration of his immense cock. But instead, he laid his cock onto the top of my cunt, embedding the length of it between my puffy labia, with the fat head resting directly onto the rubbery stub of my clitoris. He twitched his hips back and forth a few times, in an obvious attempt to prod my clit, but the upward arch of his cock made it difficult to apply pressure downwards. With a grunt of frustration, he made it clear to me that it was vitally important to him that I have my climax too. Perhaps he had learned from watching me masturbate. He lifted my hips up even higher, and I realized that I didn't need to push upwards with my hands under my ass-his strength was more than enough to support my body. I hooked my legs up over his hips, and I brought my hands up to my cunt, where I could push his cock down onto my clitoris. Keeping his own body perfectly still, he manipulated my body away from his groin and then allowed me to pull myself back into him with my legs, so that the ridge at the edge of his cock-head scraped over my clit repeatedly. I let the length of my fingers envelop his shaft, taking advantage of the lubrication that was seeping out of my cunt and from the tip of his cock. Each time that the protruding rim bumped over my erect clit, I grunted with unrestrained lust, and once again I could hear the eerie echo reflected back from across the canyon. The stimulation of having my cunt massaged, along with the mysterious circumstances of having this enchanting Kachina to arouse me..., it made me shudder in the magic of the moment, and I began to shimmy and writhe, insisting on increasing the pace of the action as my orgasm rose up like a serpent from deep in my belly, fed by the same energy that the Kachina used to ignite the camp-fire. When the height of my climax welled up in me, I felt every muscle in my body quaking and shivering, and I let out a high-pitched howl that imitated the shrieks of coyotes. While I was still near the peak of my orgasm, the Kachina pulled his cock out from the slippery grip of my fingers, and pulling back, he aimed his flaming arrow at the gaping target of my sopping vagina. Then again, he became still as a stone sculpture, and he used his grip on my hips to draw me closer, slowly impaling me. Even slower than slow, quarter-inch by quarter-inch. The immense width of his cock head stretched my swollen cunt lips, and I tried to relax my inner vaginal muscles to make room for the welcome invader. When the ridge of the head finally passed the entrance, things became easier, and I focused on the sensation of absolute fullness as I tried to suck the Kachina's magnificent cock further in. I was impatient with this relentless deliberate procrastination. But as much as I tried to pull myself in onto him with my straining legs, I was constrained by his gentle but firm grasp on my ass cheeks. Finally, I relented, and allowed him to set the relentlessly slow pace. When he was perhaps two-thirds of the way in, I felt his huge cock head bump into my cervix, and I suddenly become worried that I wouldn't be able to entirely accommodate his incredible dimensions. My hands, which were still resting on my cunt, came up to rest flat on his stomach, telling him to stop. He responded by letting one hand loose from my ass. Leaning forward, he placed it to one side of his head, and then he repeated this with the other hand. Only my legs hooked over his hips held my cunt up and onto his cock. I made this position more secure by hooking my ankles together behind his lower back, and my hands wrapped together behind his neck. Normally, I wouldn't have the strength to hold myself up like this for very long, but that night, I felt like I weighed only a few ounces, and the image that came to mind was my being a butterfly, with my legs and arms like the feathery wings wrapped around the Kachina's body. I pulled my breasts up into the hard material of his ceremonial breast plate, stimulating the sensitive pegs of my nipples against the washboard texture. Once again, the Kachina braced his body into utter stillness, and he allowed me to set the pace and depth of his penetration. I let my hips fall enough to expose almost all of his cock, and then I lifted back up, again bottoming out, but perhaps taking in just a bit more than last time. His balls bumped into my rising ass, tickling over my widespread anus. Again down and back up, and this time, I almost took all of his long spear into my stretched cunt. One more time, and this time, my puffy cunt lips collided with his hairless crotch, and his balls squeezed insistently into my the crease of my ass. Now that I had let my cunt gradually expand, I felt wonderfully full, and totally connected with the quintessence of the Kachina's ancient wisdom. I wanted desperately to please this Indian god-warrior, so I began to fuck my cunt up and down on his hard pole of hot flesh. I started slowly, but soon my pace quickened and I found myself flipping my hips up into his crotch like the piston in the engine of a sports car. I clenched down rhythmically with my vaginal muscles. Even without moving, he was obviously exerting himself, for sweat was now seeping from his pores, collecting in rivulets that streaked down his golden skin and dripped down onto my heaving body, intermingling with my own perspiration. My mouth was already wide open as I gulped in the air, and when one of his droplets of sweat fell between my lips, I noticed that it tasted sweet and fresh, so I added to my ardent lovemaking by lapping the profuse moisture off his shoulders and neck and face. It tasted delicious, like maple sap in the Spring in my native New England, and I swallowed up as much as he could give me. The feathers of his headdress began to quiver noticeably, and I knew that my bold and lusty dance on his body was having the intended effect. Despite his attempt at stillness, his undeniable carnal urges were taking over the spiritual equanimity that was so familiar to him. Suddenly, he let those urges take over, and he pushed forwards and down, so that my back and ass again rested on the firm surface of my sleeping bag. His hands came down to my hips, and he dug his fingers into my pliant ass cheeks. Now he was driving his cock into me, and his weight held me down. He showed no restraint at all, and I was glad that I had been given the opportunity to become accustomed to his huge size. For once, I let go of my hesitation to be submissive. I allowed myself to be the receptive vessel for him to fill with the insistent thrusts of his cock. After all the Kachina's patience leading up to this moment, he now was as eager and ardent as a young virgin, and it took only a minute or so of his unfettered fucking for him to reach his orgasm. Suddenly, he was coming, and he drove his cock one last time, deeper than ever. His muscles all tightened like the strings of his hunting bows, and his eyes were screwed shut fiercely. Deep in the bowels of my vagina, I could feel the jets of semen spurting out, blasting against my cervix, filling the minute spaces between my cunt walls and his cock, and being squeezed out onto the crushed flesh of my labia and his balls. I felt it drooling down over my asshole, falling into a growing puddle on my sleeping bag. The amount of his cum was incredible, stored in his swollen balls for all these centuries now spurting again and again into my cunt. Just when I thought he was locked in an endless cycle of orgasm, he finally let the tension ebb from his muscles. I worried that he would let his solid weight slump down onto my smaller body, but he caught himself, and suddenly pulled away, drawing his still- erect cock from my suckling vagina with a loud slurping sound. Kneeling for a moment between my legs (which had now dropped to the ground), he stared deeply into my eyes, sending me a plaintive message of thanks, of desire, of hope, and perhaps of despair. Abruptly, he stood up tall and proud, and without looking back, he strode away from me, toward the wall of the cave. He seemed like he would collide with the unyielding rock, and I sat up with a gasp of concern for his welfare. But just as he reached the wall, he disappeared soundlessly, and then in his place, the stick figure drawing reappeared in the same place that it had been earlier. Again the image included the cock hanging downward from the center. And this time, directly below the Kachina's cock, a string of black smudges extended like a dotted line, reaching all the way to the sandy floor of the cavern. The whole experience left me exhausted and bewildered. Was this all an incredibly realistic dream. I could remember every detail, which is never the case with my dreams. But so much of it was clearly impossible. In the daze of my orgasm and the insistent tiredness that saturated my body, I quickly fell back asleep. I know that I had other dreams that night. Dreams of a circle of Indians dancing around my naked body, each taking a turn fucking me while the others chanted and whooped it up. Dreams of flying like an eagle over the canyons and mesas of this magical, spiritual territory. Dreams of swimming as a fish through the vast expanses of Lake Powell, visiting the drowned villages deep below the tranquil surface. Dreams of being filled with the cock, the semen, and the spirit of the ancient and benevolent Kachina of the great pre-Columbian Anasazi Nation. I awoke with the bright sun just peeking over the ragged edge of the stone amphitheater. My first thought was that I had experienced the most intense dreams of my life, so remarkably vivid and detailed. The wet spot in my sleeping bag was the first clue to what had really happened. Rolling over onto my side, I saw the pile of charred driftwood, left over from the campfire. The cave painting certainly depicted a large and drooling cock. I couldn't make any sense of what had happened, and after a few minutes of trying, I gave up my futile attempt to be logical. So I set to work packing up my camping gear, and soon I was hiking back down the canyon. When I slipped out of the narrow exit of the chasm and back out to my beached boat, the water was so alluring. I immediately dropped my pack, stripped off my clothes once more, and waded in to the invigorating water. Once I was up to my waste, I cupped handfuls of water and splashed them up onto my tender breasts, and then onto my face, looking down into the water, I was struck by two incredible sights. First I saw steamers of stringy white semen flowing out into the water, wafting like ephemeral smoke from the chimney of my cunt. I was entranced with the mesmerizing appearance of this further evidence of what had happened last night. And in my stillness, the surface of the water became flat and reflective, and the image of my face was assembled from the glittery fragments. When the puzzle was complete, I saw the final proof: the water had ruined the adhesive of my bandage, and when I pulled the gauze away, my pink skin was completely unblemished. NOTE: This story was partly inspired by reading a couple of mystery novels by Tony Hillerman, who combines in his stories the modern day life on the Navaho reservation with the myths and histories of those peoples. On the other hand, perhaps Mr. Hillerman will be glad to know that the eroticism of my story comes only from my own wild imagination. My knowledge of Native American heritage is very sketchy, and I apologize if anything that I have included here is inappropriate. Certainly, it is irreverent, but I guess that to be expected in erotica. If any reader had information that would either correct my narrative, or would add to the authenticity, I would be happy to receive the help....As always, sequels are also welcome.... Sue@AOL.com 21 AdventureLand A few years ago, my sister invited me to join her family for a trip to Orlando and the Disney World complex. They live in Chicago, and I hardly ever get a chance to see them. So I said yes, despite my preference for traveling to more exotic and adventurous destinations. Judy's kids are 5 and 8 years old, so I knew that it would be fun to watch them enjoy the wonderland of children's pleasures. Her husband Jake and I don't normally get along too well-I guess he thinks I'm too much of free spirit (I am that, am I not?), or maybe he disapproves of my continuing unmarried status. And to be honest, I'm not that enamored with his all-business lifestyle, and sometimes I could strangle him when he goes on and on about the Magnificent Rush Limbaugh!! So it was with mixed feelings that the trip was begun. I'm glad to report that I did figure out how to have a good time. Because of bad weather in Boston, I got into Orlando Airport five hours late, and didn't get to the hotel until after midnight. Of course, Judy's family was already tucked in and deep asleep, ready to get an early start the next day. So I slipped a note under the door of their room, explaining my lateness and suggesting that they go on ahead in the morning. I'd try to meet them at Cinderella's Castle at noon time. I wanted to be well rested, in hopes that it would help fortify my patience with the kids and Jake. I put out the "Do Not Disturb" sign and flopped down on the luxurious queen-size bed. I slept like the proverbial log, and when I awoke, I was amazed to see the time; it was already 11:00 AM. I quickly showered and threw on a simple tee-shirt dress and sandals, and dashed down to the front desk. I had just missed the shuttle bus, and had to wait 20 minutes for the next one. I could see the monorail pull out of the station from the Disney parking lot, costing me another ten minutes. By the time I entered the Magic Kingdom and ran up Main Street, I was worried that I would miss them completely. I was already 45 minutes late, and with her kids made hyperactive by all the excitement, it would probably be impossible to get them to sit still to wait for ol' Aunt Sue. I could just hear Jake muttering about my irresponsibility and lack of respect. I ran up the path and into the heart of the Castle, surrounded by the mosaic of fairy-tale characters. Searching frantically, I finally went through the back of the tunnel. Amidst the crowd, I thought I saw Jake and Judy, but when I tried to catch up with them, they had disappeared. There was no way of knowing where they were off to, so after trying to think of a solution, I decided to just enjoy the day on my own. And I surprised myself. I had no idea how much fun this place was going to be. Splash Mountain was a heart-stopping thrill, and the Haunted House was really eerie. I even got Donald Duck and Captain Hook to sign my shirt. behind their big plastic masks, it was hard to tell if they were enjoying the idea of pressing their pens into the white fabric and my pliant flesh beneath. Looking down at their signatures, I also noticed how apparent my nipples were, poking out through the thin fabric, unfettered by a bra. It was a turn- on for me to think of the many hundreds of strangers who could view my body so completely, for the dress hardly disguised anything. Checking my hips, I could even see the color and raised outline of my black thong panties. In the line for Thunder Mountain, the man behind me kept pushing up against my backside, all the while chattering away with his whiny kids. I pushed my ass back into his groin a couple of times, and the second occasion was rewarded by the feel of his noticeably erect cock trapped in his tight pants. Hopefully his wife would be ready for some sex later that evening, for I had certainly gotten the ball rolling. One of the rides that I had heard about so many times from my eager nieces was Pirates of the Caribbean. It was already getting dark, so I headed over to Adventureland and had a quick dinner at an outdoor restaurant. When I walked over to the Pirates ride, I was surprised to see that there was no line. I walked into the building, and was greeted by a young man who informed me that the park was about to shut down for the night, and that the ride has just closed down. It was only 7:00! I had no idea that Disney closed so early. He informed me that Epcot and Pleasure Island were open much later. He was even brash enough to ask if he could escort me to Pleasure Island for some late-night fun at the night- clubs. I politely declined, explaining that I had to catch up with my family. Then I noticed that people were still coming out of the exit for the Pirates ride. I sidled up close to him and begged him to let me take the ride. It wouldn't hurt anyone if he bent the rules a little. I was a little ashamed of myself for being so manipulative of this young and impressionable guy. But it was fun to flirt with him, and a challenge to see if I could get my way. His eyes flashed back and forth from my face to my chest, where he became more brazen about ogling my hard nipples. I even asked him if he would like to take the ride with me, but he said that he could get fired for that. Eventually, he relented to my pleas and the effects of my feminine charms, and after glancing around to see if anyone was watching, he lifted the rope and let me in. Following me down through the dark passageways that led to the ride, we eventually got to the dock. Before I hopped into a boat, I turned to him and drew him into my arms, giving him a sizzling French kiss that shocked him. When I stepped away, he was standing there in a dreamy daze, and remained that way as I jumped into a boat and took off into the bowels of the cavernous ride. Of course, my flirting not only had an effect on the ride attendant; I too was feeling a twinge of adventurous sexuality. When the boat floated into the first scene of ships firing their cannons at each other, I immediately fell under the spell of the realistic extravaganza. The sights and sounds and smells were so believable and palpable. At the same time, some part of me remained curious about the way the Disney people created this illusion of reality. I found myself frustrated with being a passive participant in this ride, for my natural instinct in almost all cases is to be more involved. I wanted to "be" a pirate, I wanted to fight with swords and plunder the villages. Being planted in this seat, on a planned trip through a computer-controlled experience, just wasn't my style. Suddenly, I realized that I wasn't a captive to the ride. I was alone in the building, with no one watching my behavior. Without any hesitation or forethought, I jumped to my feet, leapt from the gunwale of the boat and onto the floor of the vignette, ready to experience the adventure first hand. It was only as I watched my boat drift away into a tunnel that I had a moment of second-thoughts. Just as fast, I put those fears aside, and surveyed the tableau surrounding me. On both sides of the "river" pirates were pillaging a quaint village. The townspeople's protests were resulting in the execution of someone who looked like the fat old mayor. Two men were engaged in a sword fight, while a woman cowered on the ground next to them. Fire appeared at the ground-floor window of one of the rustic buildings, and the sharp reports of sporadic gunfire filled the air, as did the smell of acrid smoke. Of course, all of this was really more like a still photograph, with just enough limited movement by the characters to barely simulate reality. The motions were brief and repetitive, and when I got nearer to the people, the magnificent illusion was at least partially broken. Their faces were less convincing from close-up, and I could even hear the humming motors hidden under their disguises. Of course, these were all carefully programmed robots (I've since heard it called "animatronics"), but I was still impressed with the attention to detail and the timing. I made a conscious decision to play along with the fabricated drama. For a few moments, I would play a role in this fantasy, taking the identity of a wanton temptress. After all, I'd tried out for this part only minutes ago when I flirted shamelessly with the ride attendant. That buccaneer over there carrying the sack of grain over his shoulder looked kind of brawny and cute, I thought, so I walked up to him and tickled his flanks, hoping that he would drop the heavy bag. This didn't get any reaction from him, so I pressed my entire body up against the front of his torso, reaching around to caress his back. His legs were pumping up and down as he walked, and one knee slipped between my legs. I thrust my groin forwards and felt his thigh push into my pubic mound, covered only by the two thin layers of fabric. I hadn't realized that I was already moist there until I felt that blunt pressure squash my cunt lips around. I let my hands drop down onto his ass cheeks. What a man-he had the much sought-after "buns of steel!" But when I reached around into his crotch, I was disappointed to discover that he was a eunuch. This was not the man for me. Looking around, I saw the scene of the Mayor about to be executed by a brutish-looking man who was perhaps the Captain of the pirates. He had a snarling expression on his face, and his wooden-handled pistol was pointed at the chest of the befuddled gentleman cowering against the wall. His arms were outstretched and wavering, with the palms open in a futile effort to defend himself. He deserved a treat, sort of a final wish before his death, so I left the grain-thief and walked up to the Mayor. By standing right in front of him, I protected him from the pirates nasty threats and bullets, and I also found that his hands were right at the level of my breasts. I leaned forwards, and his palms cupped my soft flesh perfectly, his fingers clenching rhythmically, kneading insistently. I pull up my dress all the way, so that his hard hands could touch my warm skin directly. My nipples were pinched between his fingers. The pirate could only stare at my backside, with the tee shape of my thong revealing my cheeks and hiding only my asshole and cunt from his prying eyes. I teased him by shaking my ass at him, and marveled at his self-restraint at not attacking my saucy target. But he remained where he was, preferring to watch me rub my breasts into the Mayor's hands. One of my own hands slipped down my belly, and pushed the crotch of my panties deep into the slippery folds of my cunt. I'm sure the pirate could see the rounded mound of my cunt, split apart like an overripe nectarine by my probing finger. When I finally pulled away from the Mayor, I stood between him and the pirate, then reached under my short dress and pulled off my panties. Standing beside the pirate I wiped my wet finger across his lips and hung the skimpy piece of black nylon on the barrel of his gun. "Too bad you are more interested in your pistol than your sword!" I told him, then leapt away before he changed his mind. The brooding, silent types are the most dangerous when aroused. I could only hope that I had distracted him long enough for both the Mayor and I to escape. How else could I fool around with these actors who could only perform again and again, for me alone? Looking around, I saw a peasant lying on the ground, suffering from some injury inflicted by the pirate that was running away from him. His whole body was writhing and heaving, his hands clutched over his waist, and his jaws were working open and closed as he emitted a moaning sound. I have always had a lurid imagination, and immediately, I could see how I might take advantage of his dilemma. I approached his recumbent body, then put one foot on either side of his head so that I was facing his feet. I patiently and deliberately bent my knees, squatting lower and lower. My white cotton dress draped around his head, and eventually, my naked cunt touched his face. I leaned forwards so that I could support myself with my hands on his bucking thighs, and then positioned myself carefully so that his long, bony nose slipped right up between my greasy labia, and his pistoning jaws touched my clitoris. That was so deliciously perfect. Despite his painful wound, this man knew what I wanted, what I had been working up to all day as I started by teasing the man in the line at Thunder Mountain. Now I had the direct and persistent contact that my cunt needed so much. My body arched and I tipped my head back, twisting it so that my long blond hair whipped about. As I did this my hands drew up from his thighs and onto his hips. I found that I had an irresistible temptation to check out his crotch, although I knew that he too would be a castrated robot. What a surprise I had when my hands discovered a hard lump instead of sexless smoothness. It was big and long and extended straight up toward his navel. Even through the coarse material of his peasant's costume, I could feel the heat. I was so into my role-playing that I just put aside my questions about this robot's construction, and simply took advantage of the situation. Perhaps it was the noisy chaos that surrounded me that help maintain my suspension of disbelief. I quickly unbuttoned his pants and yanked them down off his bucking hips. His boxer shorts went next, and then I let my head drop down into his lap, holding his ass with my hands as my eager mouth enveloped the fat head of his rigid cock. The salty taste and pungent odor assaulted my senses and intensified my unbound fervor. I opened my jaws wide and consumed the smooth shaft of stony flesh all the way in, mashing my lips into his wiry pubic hair and washing my tongue over the underside of his cock. The fingers of one of my hands insinuated themselves between his thighs, which were bound together by his bunched-up clothes. I pulled his balls free from that trap, and lightly tickled him around the base of his scrotum, which seemed to bring forth even more of the humping and writhing that had originally been caused by his mortal injuries. My breasts were pressed hard into his hands, still clasped over his stomach injury, and I teased my hard nipples over his knuckles. I rocked my soaking-wet clitoris back and forth on his munching mandible, while his nose slid in and out of the entrance of my vagina with the same tempo as his cock entered my sucking mouth. I have no idea how long we kept this up, for time-keeping was lost in the turbulence within and around me. But gradually, the rising tide of my orgasm crept up the dikes defending my libido, eventually surging over the tops of the embankments and flooding into every nook and cranny of my quivering body. I snapped my cunt down hard onto his face, bruising my tender flesh in a compulsive and convulsive climax that peaked, and then slowly slipped back into the subsiding river. Suddenly, the peasant's hands became unfrozen, pulling away from my gasping chest, then slipping out from under my tummy, and onto my ass cheeks under the dress. He pushed me forwards off his face, which helped me realize that he might have had trouble breathing with my squishy cunt plastered onto his face. I ended up on my hands and knees, and he took the opportunity to slide his body out from under me, forcing my hands and lips to release his throbbing cock. Now he got up on his own knees behind me, positioning his cock right at the aperture of my vagina. I awaited his inevitable thrust forwards, but it did not come. For the first time since I saw him, he was now rock-steady, a petrified sculpture. So I took the initiative again, and pushed back with my hands, pressing my cunt back onto the solid tube of meat. At first, the wide, flat head resisted my attack, but then, with a popping sound that I could hear over the cacophony of the continuing battle, I swallowed up the head, and with a single thrust backwards, impaled myself completely on his hot sword. Once again I enjoyed the feeling of his brushy pubic hair, this time impressed on a different set of wet lips. Now it was my turn to test his determination, for I too could play dead. With his cock fully embedded, I remained still, only allowing my internal vaginal muscles to tighten and churn. I knew that he couldn't remain passive for too long. After a few minutes of my subtle, invisible massage, his fingers began to dig into my hips harder, matching the tempo of my clenching cunt. Without warning, he finally broke under the strain, and jerked his cock out until the fat head almost broke free, then he plunged it back in vigorously, almost throwing me off balance onto my face. Of course, once his patience was gone, he couldn't stop with just that singular thrust. It was followed by jab after jab as he crammed his engorged cock in and out of me, captivated by an animalistic lust that brought grunts of pleasure and effort from both of us. I attempted to match his furious lunging with parries of my own, but I could not keep up with him, so I resorted to bracing myself with my hands out over my head and my knees spread wide. My breasts swung wildly, and my nipples grazed lightly over the smooth, hard floorboards. Occasionally, his pounding thrusts had so much enthusiasm that they lifted my knees off the ground and skated me forwards, ever closer and closer to the flaming building. I could feel the heat on my face from the flames, and the heat around and within me from the pure, limitless lust that was kindled by our untamed ardor. His pace had been accelerating throughout this time, 'til he reached a jackhammer cadence. But just as suddenly, he slowed to a complete stop, and I heard an unearthly howl rise from his throat as his orgasm smashed into his consciousness. Once again, I took over an active role, softly riding my ass up and down on his stationary cock. It was motionless, but not dormant, for I could feel it twitching and spasming within my milking cunt. I reached under me and lightly massaged his low-slung balls, and they immediately escaped my grasp and pulled up high, as his howl turned into a hoarse, grunting rasp. A series of jerking spasms shook his body, and I could feel the accompanying jets of semen blast deep into me. My canal was irrigated with thick, slimy fluids which leaked out and down onto my thighs, pooling on the floor beneath our melded genitals.. Eventually, I collected my wits enough to realize that my knees were killing me, especially now that the peasant had collapsed his weight onto my back. So I heaved upwards and to the side, rolling him off of me so that he fell to his back. His bandanna had come off his head, and his makeup was smeared. Who was this roguish lover? Even in my wildest imaginings, I would not accept that a Disney robot could leave me sitting in a puddle of very tangible and sticky secretions. I leaned close to be more sure, but I instantly recognized who it was that had taken part in my "virtual reality" experience in Pirates of the Caribbean. Only he had know that I would be in the building, and that I hadn't exited when he thought I would. Only he could know how to insinuate himself into the scene of the village being ravished by the buccaneers. Only he would be responding to my sassy teasing that got me permission to take the ride. I was furious for a minute that he had taken advantage of my self-absorbed involvement with the pirate show. But what did I really have to be mad about? As he lay there with a sweet and drunken smile painted across his face (painted also with the shiny dry secretions that I had left there), how could I not forgive him. I leaned forwards and kissed him hard, tasting myself as I slipped my tongue between his slack lips as I stared into his deep and astonished eyes. "Would you like to come back to the hotel with me to meet my sister and her husband? I'm SURE they'll like you." I said mischievously. 22 Lucy In The Sky As I write this, it is the beginning of a harsh winter here in New England. Already, snow covers the ground and vicious winds cut into my face as I go to the mail box to get the old-fashioned snail-mail. On the top of the pile is a letter with a return address that instantly ignites inner flames. I am transported back to summer, to a time that was warm, for more than one reason. I run back to the house, sit in front of my wood stove, and contemplate the envelope. Before even opening it, I want to enjoy the clear and palpable recollections of that day in August. Lucy is a friend who I don't get to see very often. She's a tiny woman, maybe just five feet tall and 95 pounds, bright red hair, very pretty with unusually large breasts for her small frame. We were roommates and great buddies in college, but now she lives in New York City, and my business rarely takes me to her vicinity; in fact, I do my best to avoid going into the Big City. When we do get together, it is usually for only an hour or two over lunch. So it was, with both anticipation and trepidation, that I accepted when she invited me to spend a long weekend at her parents' camp in the Poconos. A lot of family would be there, and I wasn't sure if I would fit in. I wasn't even sure if Lucy and I would really hit it off like we did so many years ago. Having a lunch date is not the same as being together for several days! I drove my cute little Miata down to pick her up, and then we headed west on I-80. It's amazing how quickly the urban, domesticated sprawl turns into the untamed forests and hills of northwestern New Jersey. As we tooted along with the top down and the wind mussing our hair, I asked Lucy what had led her to invite me on this trip, when we hadn't done anything like this before. She kind of danced around the question, talking about how we really should have done this years ago. But I could tell she was being evasive. So I pinned her down with a direct question: "Lucy, something is going on, isn't it? Are you trying to match me up with someone? Because if you are, I think you should let me in on the game plan. I don't like surprises." OK, I admit that this isn't always true. In fact, I usually do like a surprise. It gives me a tingle. But I guess I was trying to keep some amount of blustery equanimity as we headed into her family's pressure-cooker (or so I pictured it). I didn't want the awkwardness of a blind date to be piled on top of everything else. I guess I was a bit fragile, so I wanted to forbid her from playing the matchmaker. It's kind of in my nature to think that I have things like this figured out, so I was most surprised by Lucy's response to my somewhat confrontational remarks. "Oh Sue, that's not it at all. I can see how you might have thought that, and you're are right that there is something going on. But it is not about matching you up, it's about matching me up. There is going to be someone else there, and the idea of seeing him has me going crazy. I invited you to be with me so that you can help me through this thing. I was being selfish about it, and I should have told you what was happening." It took me while to get Lucy to tell me all about this guy, but I think I can summarize it by telling you that Lucy has three siblings. The oldest is a brother, and he has a best friend named Chet. To hear Lucy tell it, he must be a clone of Robert Redford. She has had a gigantic secret crush on Chet since childhood, but instead, he had flings with both of Lucy's older sisters. Those relationships simmered down many years ago, and Chet has remained a close family friend, almost a second brother to all the girls. Because of the pseudo-familial role that he has, Lucy has never told anyone how much she desires Chet-it seemed almost incestuous to her. Plus, he has been married for many of the intervening years. Since the whole thing makes her nervous, she has tried to avoid being around him as much as possible. His family has their camp next to Lucy's family's place, and when she knew he would be in residence, Lucy would find an excuse to stay away. He had been divorced for several years, and Lucy decided that she couldn't let this infatuation fester anymore. This was the weekend that she wanted to act on her long- suppressed passion. At the very least, she needed to tell him what had been going on for her. Who knew what would happen after that. My role was to be there for her to confide in, to support her and to egg her on if her determination flagged. "Why me?" I asked, and she answered, "When we were in college, I could talk to you about these kinds of things, about crushes and desires and..... even sex. Since then, I really haven't had someone that I could open up to like that. I'm sure that you remember some of that. You know, it was the Sexual Revolution, and we were kind of wild and crazy." "Oh yeah," I responded "gaawwdd, I'll bet anything that you remember that night when your date and mine switched beds in the middle of the night. They thought we never even knew the difference,... that they were surreptitiously getting to put another notch on their pistols by fucking an extra girl that night. They assumed we were just a couple of dumb bimbos. But we knew all along, and it was probably more fun for us than them. They were scared silly that they would get caught." "Yea, my guy was so jittery he couldn't get it up Until I gave him a 20 minute blow job." Well, the rest of our drive was full of reminiscences that were even more bawdy than that one. We hadn't been prim and proper ladies back then, and I had done my best to keep up that tradition in the 20 years since. It turns out that Lucy hadn't done the same. Her infatuation with Chet started to get in the way of her other relationships with men, and many of those courtships had ended quickly and badly. In a way, she had been saving herself for Chet, even though he had been "verboten" because of his marriage and his role in Lucy's family. There was a lot of importance riding on what was to happen this weekend. I could see why she was excited and terrified. It was no accident that our conversation had drifted inexorably into the theme of the wild sexual experiences of our youth. This lady was charged up with unrequited passion. Whatever happened this weekend, I knew it would lead to the unleashing of these pent-up emotions, and then Lucy could finally go on with her life. I was grateful that she had included me in her plans, such as they were. For in fact, she really didn't know what exactly she was going to do, just that she was going to do SOMETHING. If you've read any of my other stories, you know that I can be easily aroused by the thought of uninhibited sex. And so our conversation in the car about the "Real-Life Sexual Adventures of Lucy and Sue-Coeds on a Mission," had me kind of fired up, and I could feel the sticky secretions moistening the crotch of my panties. But now I knew that there was to be no hunky blind date for me on this trip (I know, I know, before I was ragging on Lucy for being a matchmaker, and now I'm complaining that she hadn't gotten someone for me to play with.... there is no satisfying me, is there?). My lustful mood was interrupted when we drove into the area surrounding the so-called "camp." Jeez, talk about an understatement. I had somehow pictured a little cabin on a lake, with bare-bones facilities, maybe even an outhouse, Coleman Stove and Aladdin Lamps. Since I figured we were roughing it, I had even packed my sleeping bag (which took up almost half the trunk of my Miata). Well, was I wrong. The road going into the place had big signs saying "members only," and then we had to go through a guarded gate, where Lucy showed a membership card. Eventually, a mile of narrow (but well-paved) road took us through a verdant golf course, and then up to the "lodge," as Lucy called it. It was really a magnificent white clapboard building which reminded me of a smaller version of the Grand Resort hotels that have all- but-disappeared in New England. In front of the hotel was a large square of perfect grass, where Lucy said they held bowling games. This was not the picture that leapt to mind when I thought of bowling, but Lucy insisted. As we drove past the Lodge, a series of clay-surfaced tennis courts were on our right, and the lake was on the left...., then a series of beautiful old homes that bordered the lake. None of these could have been less than 15 rooms, and they were impeccably maintained. I would have called them small mansions, but Lucy insisted that they were known to all as "camps." This was a protected enclave for the old-money rich, and while it all was tasteful and restrained, I could not help but visualize that even the branches of the trees were dripping with the uncountable wealth. When Lucy told me the names of some of the home-owners, I found that many of them were easily recognizable-governors, socialites, robber barons of the past and present. The kind of names that are etched in marble slabs on the sides of university buildings. Now I was intimidated about this weekend for another reason; the idea of meeting famous people scares the dickens out of me..... Finally, we pulled into the driveway of Lucy's camp. Perhaps it wasn't the largest camp in the resort, but it was impressive and tastefully appointed, inside and out. I had my own room on the second floor, looking out over the lake. The view was incredible, with a range of rugged-looking peaks rising above the expanse of unbroken forest. A few hours from New York City, and it seemed as if we were ensconced in the outbacks of Montana or Alaska. Shortly after we arrived, dinner was served..., and I mean that literally, as the family had brought along their cook and maid, who brought us our impeccably prepared meals at the broad dining room table. Within the formal atmosphere created by this setting, I became acquainted with all the family members-Lucy's parents, and her siblings, all of whom had brought along their "significant others" (none of them were currently married). After dinner, we all adjourned to the screened-in porch, where we feasted on the glorious sunset and made plans for the next day. Apparently, it was customary to spend the morning partaking of the various athletic opportunities, and so, before I had a chance to think about it, I was assigned to compete in a little tennis tournament, playing doubles with Lucy. I'm not very good, but everyone said not to worry, and there was extra tennis clothes and a racquet that I could use. So much for free will. I was now a cog in the family vacation machine. As we rocked in the comfortable chairs watching the last tendrils of orange and purple disappear from the clear sky, a newcomer was welcomed onto the porch. Even before I was introduced, I could tell that he was very much at home with the entire group, so it was no surprise to discover that this was the famous Chet. And although Lucy may have glamorized him a bit, he was much as advertised-tall, blond, handsome, articulate, and charming. Lucy started to get giggly, but I kicked her lightly and gave her a stern look, and she made an effort to be more of a grown-up. When Chet and Jock (that's Lucy's brother..., what a yuppy name..., in fact her sisters are named Amber and Ashley!) announced that they were planning to hike up to Pinnacle Rocks the next afternoon, I instantly sensed an opportunity, and chirped in that I'd love to go for a walk too, that's what I came to the wilderness to do. I gave a meaningful look toward Lucy, and she agreed to join the group. The boys muttered something about it not being a "walk," that it was a difficult climb, but I wasn't going to be put off. Eventually it was decided that Jock's girlfriend, Dawn, would come too. When the gathering broke up to head to bed, Lucy pulled me aside and let me now that she was not certain she was in good enough shape for the hike, but I took her meaning to be that she was nervous about being with Chet, so I wouldn't let her off the hook. The next morning, we started in early with the tennis tournament. It was very warm, and within minutes, I was perspiring heavily. Since I really was not playing up to the standards of the rest of the competitors, I spent a lot of time chasing balls. After a while, I noticed that our match had attracted a large and growing audience..., certainly more than it deserved. During a changeover between games, I whispered to Lucy "How come there are so many people watching us play? Hardly any of the other matches have any spectators at all." "You're amazing," she answered, "you really have no idea that you are the reason for our crowd! Did you notice that almost all of the people watching are men? Now look down at your chest." When I did, I realized that my sweat had made the borrowed white tennis blouse almost transparent. And since I wasn't wearing a bra (I almost never do, and I hadn't even brought on with me on the trip), my breasts and the blunt pink shape of my nipples were publicly displayed. I'm sure that when I tried valiantly to chase down a point, I was getting a lot of bobbing and weaving. Lucy pointed out that displays like this were not typical of the straight-laced modus operandi of the resort. But for today, I was an exception to the rule that was being appreciated by the fans of my pathetic tennis game. A fleeting moment of embarrassment crossed my mind, but then I took a "what the hell" attitude about the whole thing, and spent the rest of the match flaunting my body. Occasionally I rubbed the strings of my racquet over one of my nipples, or leaned over to pick up a ball, waving my ass in the direction of an admirer. Interestingly enough, my tennis game improved markedly, perhaps because I saw the sport as having more than one level of challenge. I started to feel a familiar tingle of sexual excitement that came from the naughty thrill of exhibiting to these strangers. Lucy gave me a wink and said "you're really enjoying this, aren't you?" "Oh yes," I responded, "I'm thinking about all the hard-ons that I've provoked, and the fantasies that are being spun by all these repressed male psyches." She slapped her racquet hard (and playfully) on my rear, getting a good laugh from our audience. After the tennis, we showered, and I could only wish that there was enough time for me to fully relieve the heightened sexual tension that had grown inside me. As it was, I could only tease myself with a few rushed caresses through my slick labia, with my finger and then with the hard, rounded bar of soap. My clitoris was hard as a bone, and my lips were puffy, but I would have to wait until later to take the time I needed to satisfy my persistent hunger, for I could hear Lucy calling for me to hurry. So I put on some hiking attire, and the three girls packed a lunch, while the boys studied the maps, packed up blankets, cameras, and binoculars, and tried to rush us along. Traditional gender role stereotypes prevailed here. Eventually the five of us set off on a trail behind the lodge building. Now it was midday, and even hotter than before. The trail was very rugged, showing little signs of regular use. Jock said that this was beyond the capacity of most of the guests at the resort, so we would certainly see no one else along the way. Lazing along the beach front was the customary activity for the afternoons. For us, it was grunting, panting, and sweating, with little breath left for talking. Eventually, I got my second wind, and achieved a sort of trance-like rhythm. Most of the time, I followed behind Jock, and the view of his butt cheeks and thighs clenching and jiggling were adding to my heightened sense of my libido. Then, suddenly, Jock's foot slipped on a patch of greasy moss, and his ankle turned over. He fell to the side and then backwards, and I blocked his slide. His ankle was badly sprained. Chet suggested that he drag himself a few more yards up the trail, to a spot where a large stream crossed the path. There was a pool of beautiful water nestled amongst the boulders and trees, and Jock sat with his injured foot dangling in the cool water while Dawn rubbed his shoulders and fussed over what could be done. Chet and Jock concluded that an hour or two of cooling the ankle in the stream would help, so we left Jock and Dawn there with their share of the rations, while Lucy, Chet and I continued onwards and upwards. For the purposes that I had in mind for the afternoon, five was a crowd, but three was... well something else. Lucy was now following Chet, and every once in while she would look back at me with a kind of glazed look. I guessed that her close-up observation of Chet's cute butt was having an effect on her libido. Now I noticed Lucy had copied my fashion statement from this morning; she had dressed without putting on her bra. Since her breasts are much larger than mine, they swung around freely as we scrabbled up the terrain, which was becoming more rocky. Eventually, we broke though the tree line and emerged onto the bald peak. It was fairly flat up there, and the stony surfaces were worn smooth by the centuries of harsh weather. The sun beat down through the windless air, and we were surrounded by the 360 degree panorama. The lake seemed so many miles away; I couldn't believe we had come so far. The surroundings seemed so isolated, so timeless, so secret... as if we could see the world, but the world had lost track of us. The feeling of freedom and enchantment filled my soul, and I without willing it, I found myself bounding around on the low outcroppings of rock, acting out some improvised pseudo- tribal dance. I began yelping and hollering, hearing the amplified echoes that reminded me of my enchanted night at Lake Powell (see Sue's 20th: "Kachina"). My hair flailed around my head, slapping against my neck in sweaty ropes. I suddenly remembered that I had company up here, and when I glanced over at Chet and Lucy, they were looking at me strangely, like I was a Martian. I stopped my dancing and walked back over to them. We talked about it, and it turns out that when Chet went mountain climbing, he had a kind of personal tradition of sitting quietly looking out into space, kind of a transcendental meditation. I asked him if my dancing and celebrating interfered with his doing his own thing, and he admitted that he found my way of celebrating to be "interesting." I guess that this was a high compliment from a dyed-in-the-wool yuppy. Then Lucy said that it looked like more fun than sitting still, so I grabbed her hand, and pulled her into my dance, where we stretched our arms, and chased imaginary fairies, and generally lost all our inhibitions to the goddess of the sun. Chet finally joined us, tentatively at first, but eventually with more enthusiasm. An entrancing effect took over, and Chet and Lucy seemed to gravitate toward each other, driven by some primal force of nature. They started to circle each other, eyes locked on each other as their movements became more sensuous. Their attention was not on me, so I took advantage of the opportunity to strip off my wet clothes, flinging the garments and boots onto the rocks to dry. Normally, they might be shocked by my nudity, but they seemed not to notice! I continued my liquid dance for a while, then I stepped up behind Lucy and raised her hands straight up into the air. Leaving her arms like that, I reached down to the hem of her tee shirt and quickly pulled it up over her heaving breasts, and then all the way off. Chet was mesmerized, and Lucy offered neither encouragement nor resistance. So I circled around behind Chet and stripped off his shirt, just as I had done for Lucy. Then I reached down to his pants and unbuckled his belt, then slid his loose shorts and boxers down to his ankles. He lifted his feet so that I could get them off completely. Looking at Lucy, I could see her eyes filled with primal fires, as she eagerly took in the view of Chet's naked body. Her hands came up to her breasts and started to knead the meaty flesh. So I again returned to her rear and pulled down her pants. Now they were both nude, except for their hiking boots. Although I had removed mine, it seemed like too much of an interruption to try to take off their footwear, for they were both transported deeply into erotic trances. I was enjoying being the facilitator, the servant of their long-repressed desires. And the desire was so obvious. Chet's erection jutted out from his crotch like a mighty tree growing from a luxurious garden of blond pubic hair. His pink hairless balls swung freely between his spread thighs as he swayed sinuously. My hands slid up Lucy's slippery flanks, over her shoulders, and through her coppery hair, combing out the tangles so that her full mane hung down over her breasts, with her nipples poking out through the clumpy strands. Then my hands slipped under her armpits, so that they could cup under her heavy breasts, pushing them upwards and forwards in an offering to Chet. His hands reached out to accept the gifts, spreading his fingers over the heaving swells, then down to her chocolate colored nipples. His touch brought a surge of blood into the sensitive flesh, puffing the nipples up into hard rounded mounds that poked between his quivering knuckles. When Lucy's fingers intertwined with his, I pulled my hands away. The support that I had provided to her breasts seemed to have been the last thing that held up her body, and she sagged back against me. My breasts pressed into her back. I gradually allowed both of our bodies to sink to the ground, where we settled onto a warm slab of smooth granite, cushioned by a thick blanket that Chet and Lucy had spread out when we first arrived at the peak. Lucy's ass nested into the wide vee of my thighs, and her back reclined against my breasts. My hot nipples bored holes through her matted red hair and into the sweat-cooled skin over her shoulder blades. My arms angled out behind me so that I could support both of us. Chet kneeled on the ground in front of us. I lifted my feet and brought them up and over Lucy's legs, hooking my heels over her thighs. Ever so gradually, I tugged outwards with my feet, pulling her legs apart. The core of her physical sexuality was unveiled for Chet, who was staring unabashedly into Lucy's crotch. My view was blocked, but I knew that he was seeing the tangled bush of dark red hair slowly split into two halves, with her puffy outer lips framing a vertical line. I could imagine that line becoming broader, then it too splitting, showing a stripe of brighter pink, glistening with her secretions. Those juices filled the air with the natural perfume of arousal. It was a spicy fragrance that acted to take their hypnotic trance even further into the state of total primal lust. While Chet's stare was glued to Lucy's inviting cunt, I guessed that her own attention was similarly drawn to his crotch. I tilted my head to the side so that I could look over her shoulder, and I was able to examine his entire upper body as he continued to kneel in front of us. His tanned muscular torso glistened with perspiration, and featured his tiny pink nipples that contrasted so greatly with Lucy's full breasts and huge swollen nipples. His stomach was hard and rippled like the proverbial washboard, and he hadn't even a hint of the extra rolls of flesh that afflict many men and women in their forty's. But my attention didn't remain too long on his upper body, for my focus was easily attracted by the twitching movement of Chet's cock. It projected out from his groin-hard, white, and smooth, as if it was sculpted from alabaster, curving upwards in a perfect arc that left the exposed glans pointing toward his face. The reflexive movements were erratic and frequent, actually energized by the deliciously erotic tableau laid out in front of him. Further evidence of his involuntary reaction to Lucy came in the form of the glassy droplets of pre-cum that bubbled from the dark slit at the tip of his purplish-pin cockhead. Some of that clear liqueur ran down the snaking shaft of his cock in shining streaks, but several times, his swollen flesh jerked so violently that a droplet of liquid was flung into the air. When one of those viscous globules landed on the bare sole of my left foot, I felt a kinky tickle as it drooled down across the sensitive sole and onto my heel. I lifted that foot high up and inwards, and with my forehead, I nudged Lucy's head forward. She knew what I wanted, for it was also her desire. She grasped my foot in her left hand and pulled it toward her face. Her tongue lapped up the salty, slimy pre-cum like a cat sipping a bowl of milk. The roughness of her tongue tickled even more. She moaned deeply, and then I saw her right hand reach up to my foot. I thought that perhaps I was letting my own presence distract her from her true obsession-Chet. But then I realized that her moan had come only partly from the sensation of tasting Chet's pre- cum; that sound was also triggered by her own fingers as they dug deep into her cunt, scooping out a dollop of her vaginal secretions. She painted the thin juices over my toes, and then presented her gift to Chet, who eagerly sucked them into his mouth one by one, cleaning Lucy's pungent potion from my ticklish toes. As the two of them enjoyed their "sole food" appetizers, their eyes were locked on each other's. It was long past time for the overdue first kiss, so I reached out with both my feet, which were certainly no longer necessary to keep Lucy's thighs splayed wide apart. I hooked my toes around both sides of Chet's neck and pulled him toward Lucy. As he leaned forwards, his knees scooted up closer to Lucy's' crotch, and his hands touched the blanket on either side of my hips. Their lips attached as if drawn together by powerful magnets. They were so close to my own face that I couldn't really focus my eyes. But I could hear the smacking and slurping, and even the occasional harsh click of teeth colliding with teeth, as their tongues dueled in the wet confines of their eager mouths. Lucy had been waiting and fantasizing about this first kiss for most of her life, and judging by Chet's fervent enthusiasm, I had to surmise that the fantasies ran on a two-way street. Of course, when Chet's head had come forwards to kiss Lucy, my feet couldn't maintain their position. After all, as unusual as my position was at that moment, I'm not a circus contortionist. So I had to let my heels slide down Chet's arms, and then I tucked them inside his elbows. My feet were unerring as they homed in on Chet's rigid cock, and I cradled it's heated length between my soles, making a perfect "weiner in a bun" arrangement. My toes slid around on his bulging, slippery cockhead, and my heels pressed in just above his testicles. At this point I could only see blurry hair and glistening shoulders against a background of azure blue skies and the blinding hot sun. Lucy's hands came to rest on my ankles, and she used my feet like tools to caress Chet's cock for a few strokes. But I knew she wanted more direct contact, so I correctly anticipated it when she pushed my feet aside so that she could grip his hard-as-wood cock in her fingers. She pulled it away from his navel trying to aim it at her waiting cunt. But the stiffness of his erection resisted her attempts, and her hips were too low to ever line up with his groin. This required a bit of repositioning, so I lay back on the blanket completely, pulling Lucy back with me. Grabbing her waist, I pulled upwards, so that she slid on top of me, her ass cheeks right over my cunt. This only worked because she was so petite. Her head rested on the top of my breasts, and her hair draped to the ground on both sides of my neck. To make myself more comfortable, I pulled some clothes under my head to form a small pillow. Her legs fell over and outside of mine, and Chet repositioned himself with his knees inside of mine. Now he could lean forwards more, and Lucy was higher up. Within seconds of arranging this new geometry, Chet was rubbing his cock's swollen head up and down Lucy's cunt, pushing her matted red pubic hair and puffy labia aside. Each time he bumped over her hard clitoris, her entire body shuddered and she drew in her breath sharply. If I didn't know better, I might have assumed that she was in pain, but the fact that her thighs were splaying wider and wider with each of these twitches was proof that she was welcoming the attack on her hard nubbin of pleasure. Lucy begged Chet to put his cock into her, and he did stop swabbing her cunt and positioned himself right at the entrance to her gaping vagina. I grasped her knees in my hands, pulling them even more outwards, so that her thighs were stretched wide open. Still Chet waited, and Lucy beseeched him again. I suppose he wanted to be gentle by controlling his mounting lust..., or perhaps it was also a macho thing about being in control. But I remembered well from our college days that Lucy was no fragile porcelain doll, despite her petite physique. She and her boyfriends had kept me awake many nights with their fast, furious, and noisy sexcapades. And now especially, with the long-building anticipation, I knew her vagina was well lubricated and ready. So I lifted my feet from the ground and put them on Chet's hips. Pulling inward, he still resisted for a few seconds, and then I felt him begin to relent. I released his hips, lifted my feet as high as I could, and then slammed my heels down hard into his tightly muscled ass cheeks. The forceful blow spurred Chet forwards so that his cock thrust swiftly into Lucy's cunt. If she had not wanted this deep intrusion, she could have protected herself with her hands. But instead, her arms wrapped around his head and pulled him onto the top of the pile. Fortunately, he was considerate enough to keep his full weight from bearing down on Lucy and me. Sounds that are hard to describe emanated from deep in her lungs..., sort of a quivering exultant wail. That first thrust was followed inevitably by more. Pretty soon, my discomfort was exacerbated by the rollicking fucking that bore down on my hips and back. With a mighty push, I made it clear that they should roll over to the side. This maneuver ended up with Lucy astride Chet, still connected together. Without missing a beat, Lucy started bobbing up and down, riding his cock with all the eagerness and enthusiasm that I remembered so well from college. In the intervening years, she may have become more reserved about sex, but I guess it's like learning to ride a bicycle. Chet grabbed her hips and attempted to meet her bounces with upthrusts of his own. For a while, he kept pace, but soon, he gave up and simply lay still and let Lucy impale herself again and again on his immobile phallus. Her large firm breasts were dancing around wildly on her chest until Chet brought his hands up to try to capture them. His fingers pinched in on the fat brown nipples, which brought even more pleasure to Lucy's overstimulated flesh. Her matted red hair fluttered around her neck and whipped over the back of Chet's hands. Sweat ran down her back in sparkling rivulets, imitating thousands of liquid effervescent diamonds trickling along the contrasting pale skin and small dark freckles. Still she wanted more, so Lucy pulled one of Chet's hands from her bosom and pulled it to her crotch, with his palm upwards. Now the tips of his fingers could stimulate her clitoris as the protruding ridge of his cockhead raked along the soft tissues inside her vagina, stimulating her G spot. Lucy was possessing the object of her long-repressed desires, and she was possessed by her unfathomable lust. Later, there would be time for the two of them to enjoy more leisurely lovemaking. Now, they were rutting like the animals that we all are, when the inhibitions don't restrain us. Only minutes after I had initiated their first fuck with my kick-start, they were both transported into a magical state of total, full-body, heart-stopping orgasm. Chet's facial muscles clenched tight and his eyes clamped shut. His hips became animated once more, while Lucy stopped at the tops of her stroke, allowing Chet to stab his cock as deeply as he could with his back arched and his ass off the blanket. I thought Lucy would be toppled if her knees left the ground. Lucy let her head tip back and her body shook and shivered. Seconds (or was it minutes!) ticked past as they froze in a state of total rapture. Rhythmic jolts rippled through Chet's body as he splattered his semen in jets against her cervix. Eventually, some of that thick milky liquid leaked out from where the root of his cock was clenched between her cunt lips, and it pooled in the tendrils of his blond pubic hair. When finally Chet's hips fell back to the blanket, his cock drew out from her cunt and then flopped wetly onto his stomach. Lucy lowered her open cunt down onto its softening length, gently swiping up and down, smearing their intermingled juices all around the heaving pink skin of his tummy. Then she fell forwards into his passionate embrace, and their spent bodies rolled to the side. Within seconds, Chet was fast asleep. Lucy turned to me with a dreamy look. When I asked how this measured up to her fantasies, she replied with a slurred tongue, "Oh shit, that was better that I could ever have imagined. I have never been so unrestrained, so totally inside the experience......, if was like some kind of mystical out-of-body thing. I was all feelings. Physical feelings, emotional feelings, maybe even spiritual feelings. No interference from the intellectual side of things, no thought of the past, the future, of what other people would think...., just the here and now. It was magic. Thanks you so much for helping us get this to happen, and for being here to witness it. I'm not sure that I would believe it really did happen if you weren't here to convince me it wasn't all a dream.. "But what about you, Sue,...... you must be horny as all hell now. I know I would be if I watched this wild stuff only inches from my face. Why don't you take care of yourself." And then Lucy told me to sit on the smooth rock right in front of her, and to masturbate. And I did, right in front of her, within a couple of feet of Chet's unknowing head! I tried to take her inspiration and let the complete freedom of uninhibited lust take over my whole being. Even at the initial touch of my fingers to my dripping cunt, the first pangs of orgasm jolted through my nervous system like an electrical shock. Just a few light strums across the hard little prong of my clitoris brought me instantly to the full flowering of my climax. Lucy told me later that my cries of joy awakened Chet, and his eyes opened to the view of my body as I hunched down onto my palpating fingers. That was certainly quite the first day at the "camp." And we all had three more days to spend together. Needless to say, those hours were spent figuring out excuses to absent ourselves from the hustle and bustle of the family schedules. While Lucy's parents must have considered me to be an ungracious guest, I know that Lucy and Chet found me to be the best of company. Perhaps I'll tell you about the rest of that weekend some other time. 23 Red Hot In the context of this newsgroup, you all know me as an enthusiastic lover of adventurous sex. But I also take great pleasure from my work life, where I get to meet and socialize with many fascinating people. My business calls on me to consult with organizations that want to improve the decor of their offices. Normally, this means businesses and office complexes that want to make their sterile cubicles and hallways more human and hospitable. When the principal of an elementary school in my area called to ask about my services, I was genuinely surprised. I wouldn't have thought that schools would be able to afford the art work and fine appointments that are usually the basis of my advice. But he explained that a group of local artists had volunteered to donate their paintings and sculptures. The principal (John) felt there needed to be a consultant to help select from the available works and fit them into the existing environment of the school building. At this point in the conversation, I was figuring out how to tactfully let him know that this wasn't the job for me. I envisioned paint-by-number seascapes, popsicle-stick sculpture, and Elvis-on-black-velvet... and I didn't want to be the arbiter of this kind of pseudo-art. But before I could give voice to my refusal, John started to list a few of the artists that had offered to donate their pieces. Somehow, this small community in rural New England had attracted a loosely-knit colony of accomplished masters of the visual arts. I was intrigued by the possibility of working with these people, and the concept of incorporating great and challenging art works into the backdrop for young students' education was alluring. When the principal asked me what I would charge for consulting, I tapped into the more generous side of my personality, and offered to serve the school on a gratis basis. After all, these artists were willing to trade in the five- and six-digit prices that their works could normally fetch on the open market, for the gratification of helping the school. Who was I to ask for more? As a way to warm-up to the project, I asked John if I could come for a visit to the school, to see the building and meet some of the teachers. It is a tenet of my business that the people who occupy a building are really my clients, and I always seek to determine what they want. When the day arrived for my visit to the school, I awoke an hour before my alarm was set to go off. I lay there in bed for a while trying to fall back asleep, but I could tell that it wasn't going to be possible. Normally, I'm a sound sleeper. When I have insomnia, I know from experience that it is because something is troubling me. I knew what it was. The prospect of going to an elementary school put me out of my comfort zone. My active sexual life, and my inclination to fantasize graphically about the people I meet, was completely at odds with the situation I would be in. Without any equivocation, I draw the line sexually when it comes to underage kids. I was lying in bed worrying about how to control my impulses in this inappropriate context. With time on my hands, I decided to take the edge off my natural high- pitched lustful appetite. With no partner to help me out, I took matters into my own hands. From the bedside stand, I took out a printout of a story that a had been written for me by a fan of my stories. With the dawn's soft light illuminating the words, I read this man's well-written fantasy of how we got together, and how we engaged in the most energetic and kinky sexual games. The second half of the story focused on how he pulled his long, hard cock out of my grasping cunt and slowly snaked it into my asshole. This writer knew in advance that I am not inclined toward real anal sex. My experiments in this area have been totally unsuccessful, involving discomfort and pain. Pain is not something that I think of as sexual and exhilarating. But he also knew that I like a bit of teasing around the edges of my asshole, and that I was fascinated by the fact that being fucked in the ass works wonders for at least a few women. So his story got me worked up very quickly. I propped myself up on an elbow, and held the pages in my left hand, as my right hand wormed into the tight space between the mattress and my hips. As usual, I was sleeping in the nude, so my fingers were able to find the accessible objective between my thighs. My level of arousal was evident by the slippery moisture that lubricated the inner folds of my labia. As his story built gradually to its climax, my fingers insinuated themselves more and more insistently into those puffy flaps of skin, chasing and trapping the hard nub of clitoral flesh. Instinctively, my hips began to rise and fall against the resistance of my hand and the mattress. As the fictitious man in the story reached his orgasm, stimulated by my mythically compliant asshole, clutching and pulsing around his throbbing cock, my own very real orgasm soared from a gentle pianissimo into a full-blown crescendo. My face burrowed into the papers while my fingers strummed over my clitoris, struggling to keep contact as my hips humped and pumped uncontrollably. Two hours later, I was on-site at the school, getting a tour of the facility. My masturbatory therapy had worked wonderfully, for I was now in the appropriate frame of mind for the task and the setting. And I was fascinated by the challenge that it presented. It was a very new building, basically well designed but too clean and cold for my tastes. Many of the walls stretched up 10 or 15 feet, and were decorated on the lower portion with the product of the youngster's art classes. But above the six-foot line, it was nothing but silver-gray cinder block-lots of space to showcase the masterworks that I chose from the studios of the artists. Occasionally, John and I would stop in to a classroom. To my untrained and unaccustomed eyes, each of these rooms appeared to be a chaotic storm of pandemonium, but John proudly gave me an overview of the educational philosophy of the school, and I started to see how much learning and productive activity was taking place in the midst of the seeming chaos. And the smiles on the kids' faces were contagious, infecting me with the enthusiasm and idealism that pervade the whole place. My world is inhabited almost entirely by adults, both in my work and play. So this was such a different environment for me. As John and I whisked from room to room, I was fascinated by the behaviors and attitudes of the kids. I was introduced to the teachers in each class, but they didn't make much of an impression on me..., until we entered Polly Trinka's third grade classroom. In the center of a swarming mass of 8 year olds was a stunningly beautiful and serene woman. Polly Trinka was thin and tall, and her natural charisma was almost instantly apparent to me. Above and beyond all the things that registered on my consciousness in those first moments, it was her hair that really knocked me out. It was the most radiant shade of orange-red that I had ever seen on a person, almost as if the swirling strands were composed of burning embers in a campfire, lit from within by the fiery heat. John must have noticed my interest in Polly's classroom; when we left her room and entered the relative quiet of the hallway, he remarked that she was clearly the most beloved and effective teacher in the school. All the parents want to get their children into her class, the kids get the highest scores on standardized tests, and the other teachers and administrators respected her so much that she was asked to be principal a few years ago. It was only the fact that she refused the promotion-preferring to keep her hands-on connection with the kids-that made John's administrative appointment possible. John went on for a few minutes elaborating Polly's attributes. When I finally got the chance to respond, I said "It's obvious that she has something special going on, and the one thing you didn't mention about her must be the thing that everyone notices first." "Oh, you mean her hair, don't you?" John said. "It really is amazing isn't it....?" And his voice trailed off in embarrassment. I could tell by John's gushing description of Polly that he was an admirer, and in a way that was more than just professional. And I had already noticed that John was not married (to be honest, I check out the left hand of most men that I meet within a few minutes!). Similarly, I had also seen that Polly did wear a wedding band. I had to wonder what it was like for her husband, living with someone so seemingly perfect and esteemed? There were obvious aspects of her personality that her friends saw as being "nice." But for someone who had to live with her, she might be perceived as prudish, condescending and orthodox. Her beauty and charisma might serve her well in her professional life, yet interfere with her intimate and sexual life. I found it impossible to picture her engaged in wild and kinky sex. Probably her limit was the missionary position once- per-month, in her king-sized bed with the lights out. What a waste! Anyway, as we compared our impressions about the remarkable Polly Trinka, our discussion was interrupted by the school bell, signifying the end of the school day. The hall that John and I were standing in was instantly filled with the random, Brownian motion of the laughing, screaming youngsters. Within five minutes, the corridor was again silent, and we proceeded to the conference room for our meeting with the teachers. Twelve of them attended, and I was glad to see that Polly was there. We went around the room introducing ourselves, and one man was of particular interest to me, for two reasons. First of all, he was the art teacher for the school, so this related to my consulting job. Secondly, his name was Michael Trinka, and he sat right next to Polly. Math isn't my strength, but I can put one and one together-the two of them were married. And what an interesting contrast they made. Whereas Polly came across as refined and ethereal, Michael was very earthy, with burly Eastern-European features. Not that he was fat: he was big and muscular and swarthy, and just as Polly's hair was her signature characteristic, Michael's hair was dramatic. His head, cheeks, and chin were covered with dense, brushy black hair, and even the backs of his hands sprouted with long dark curls. I was also intrigued by the way the two if them interacted during the meeting. Generally, the tone of the discussion was positive and constructive. Many of the participants had good ideas about where the artwork should and shouldn't be placed, and which of the artists were most appropriate. But there were plenty of friendly disagreements amongst the teachers and, most memorably, between Michael and Polly. Michael was a proponent of elegant, peaceful, objective pieces, whereas Polly was in favor of large, powerful and anarchic works. Each spoke persuasively and fervently for their positions, yet they provided respectful space for each other to speak, and they listened intently as the other spoke. When Polly's position eventually garnered the support of all the other teachers, Michael was magnanimous in defeat, granting that Polly's ideas (having to do with challenging the sensibilities of the students) were probably best for the school. After two hours, the meeting finally broke up. Several teachers came up to me to emphasize their enthusiasm for the project. Finally, I broke away and walked over to where John, Michael and Polly were sitting, engaged in a continuation of their previous debate. When I sat down with them, I complimented Polly and Michael on how skillfully they handled their differing opinions. Michael laughed and said that their life together was full of juxtapositions. Their backgrounds, their politics, their personalities, and of course their appearances were almost entirely in opposition, yet they loved each other so much that they had struggled to find a way to build on their differences. This was fascinating stuff. I wanted to know more about how this worked for them, but before I got to ask another question, Polly said she had missed lunch so that she could talk to some parents about their kids, so she was starving. She invited me to come to their home for dinner. I asked if John could come as well; I didn't want to be a third wheel, and I was attracted to him anyway. Perhaps my mischievous elf was whispering in my ear, for I hadn't forgotten about John's unstated infatuation with Polly, and I wanted to see how that would play out. While I was within the environment of the elementary school, I had no trouble restraining my libidinous thoughts. But now the image of being away from the school with four interesting people got my juices flowing, both figuratively and literally. My expectations were tempered by my expectation that Polly was too much of a goody-two-shoes to be interested in anything wild and kinky. But perhaps John and I could slip away early and act on our impulses. I haven't described John yet. He matched my stereotypical image of a principal-intellectual, politically cautious and astute, clean-cut and genteel. And very handsome, too, with sandy brown hair and a long thin nose holding up his horn- rimmed glasses. Compared to Polly and Michael, John was kind of "white bread," but I found him easy to talk to, and I think that we had been unconsciously flirting with each other all day. My read was that he would be available for a fling if I wanted, and that he would be an attentive and enthusiastic (if somewhat conventional) lover. I had successfully held my erotic predilections at bay since my morning masturbation, but now that we were making plans to leave the school building, I was happy to let the free and erotic spirits back into my consciousness. Anyway, we all trundled off to our cars, and I followed the Trinkas' car for about 10 minutes, until we arrived at their home. It turns out that Michael had built it himself after he got out of college. It was obviously handmade, with unusual angles and materials incorporated into every room and surface. Here was an art teacher that could do more that just teach. He was a true creator, bubbling over with inventive energy. Everything about the house flowed seemlessly, leaving the overall impression of a comfortable and alive home. There was something sensuous and personal about it. Polly was in charge of the meal for the night (they took turns), so she assigned the three of us to chop vegetables and start some pasta, while she disappeared up a ladder into the loft to change out of her "teaching outfit," as she called it. As I was slicing the zucchini, Michael felt compelled to let me know that my technique was somewhat unsafe. He offered to show me a better way to grip the knife, and when I agreed, he sidled up beside me and held my fingers to place my thumb and index finger on either side of the blade. I could smell his musky, masculine scent. I could feel the strength in his hands and arms. His sexual magnetism was just as strong as the more ethereal charisma that emanated from Polly's personality... another one of their many contrasts. That erotically charged feeling of anticipation that I am so fond of was beginning to pervade my body. Then Polly reentered the kitchen. What a transformation! Her so-called "teaching outfit" was beautifully tailored, and modest to the point of being frumpy. Now her attire was chic and sexy. She was wearing dark green spandex Capri pants, and her silk blouse was sheer and silvery-white. From the way that the glistening fabric was pushed from side to side as she walked, I could tell right away that her breasts were unconstrained by a brassiere. And if she was wearing panties, they didn't telegraph any impression through the skin-tight fabric of her pants. She was barefoot, and her hair, which had earlier been done up in a loose bun atop her head, was now free to waft down onto her shoulders, emphasizing even more the shimmering radiance of her carrot- colored tresses. She had mutated from a Pollyann-ish schoolmarm to a provocative vixen in only a few minutes. I was stunned by the change. When I turned to see how John reacted to the sight of this siren, I could see that his stirring of the pasta was preempted by the stirring of his passions. Polly spoke directly to John, saying "If I didn't know better, I'd be worrying that your eyeballs are going to pop right out of their sockets. I realize that you are used to seeing me in a particular way: as the dedicated schoolteacher; as the maternal care-giver; and as the meticulously proper and trusted guardian of the impressionable youth of our town. But I hope that you can see that I'm not that serious and predictable all of the time. The same goes for Michael. Sometimes, we just have to let our hair down." She emphasized this thought by flipping her glowing mane around her shoulders. "Perhaps you, too, have had thoughts and feelings that you wouldn't want to talk about at a PTO meeting. Hopefully, you've had the opportunity to act out some of those taboos." As we finished the preparation of dinner, and then sat down to eat the delightful feast, we had an amazing discussion. Each of us had the chance to talk freely about the tricky separations that needed to be maintained-between our professional lives and our natural appetites for private experiences and pleasures. And Polly, Michael, and I had plenty of experiences and pleasures to share with the others. The two of them had plenty of bawdy tales to tell, especially from times that predated their relocation to this town. Since then, they had been much more discreet in their behavior. When I told them that I got a particular kick from writing erotic stories for alt.sex.stories on the Internet, they looked at each other and burst into laughter. It turns out that they were avid followers of the Newsgroup, and that they were fans of my work. The fact that I was, in person, much as I described myself online, was a wonderful surprise. This had been the subject of much disagreement between the two of them. Polly found my online personae to be entirely believable, but Michael had surmised that SueNH was probably a flabby, lonely guy who got off on the impersonation of a libertine woman. Weren't they glad that Polly was right about that!? John had been so silent during this whole discussion of our past lives. But the mention of the Internet and the sex- related newsgroups finally brought him to the point of opening up. He too was a reader of alt.sex.stories, as well as many of the picture and discussion groups. In particular, he was always on the lookout for stories and pictures of redheads. When he said that, and then realized the implications of what he had said, he turned scarlet with embarrassment. The passage of time was suspended for a few moments of silence. Then Polly broke into a broad and comforting smile. She tried to put him at ease, telling him that she was flattered, that she was probably typical of most women in the sense that she enjoyed being looked at and appreciated. More talk ensued on this subject, and gradually, John admitted that his fascination with redheads had begun when he had met Polly. He knew that her marriage made her "untouchable," so he played out his fantasies in private. Michael asked John if he thought about Polly when he masturbated. "Oh, yes," he replied. "I hope that I'm not offending you, but it's true. And I'm glad to finally get a chance to talk about this." "I'm not bothered in the least. If I didn't have Polly to enjoy in the flesh, I'd be just like you-enjoying her vicariously. Maybe Sue can write one of her stories, telling all of us what it would be like if you and Polly really got to act out these dreams of yours." "Well," I explained, "I'm not entirely sure that I have any ideas about how this would play out. I need more suggestions from you guys." This was somewhat disingenuous of me, since I certainly could have written the story based on the basic premises that had already been established. But I love hearing about people's hidden, kinky fantasies, and I hoped to encourage more and more revealing confessions, perhaps for my story, and perhaps just because I get off on hearing this kind of stuff from real people. Anyway, Polly pushed her chair away from the table and said "Well, dinner is finished. Let's adjourn to the living room and see where this conversation leads." When we got there, Polly said "Sue, I only met you today, and while I've known John for many years, it has always been entirely within the setting of our professional relationship. I don't want to propose anything that is beyond the boundaries that you all are comfortable with. But it's been months since Michael and I have gotten to let down our hair." That was the second time that she had used that illustrative phrase. "All this talk about sex has gotten me very aroused. And John, your flattery for my hair, and presumably, the rest of my body, makes me want to act on your suggestions. "Michael, I know that you want to stay and watch. You just love to see me fucking another man. And I'd love to have you be here too, Sue. If you want to get it on with my husband, I can assure you that he'll be a great lover. And he has the hots for you. On the way home from school, he told me how much he'd like to fuck you. Now that he knows that you are the famous SueNH, I'll bet my ass that his cock is trying to tear a hole in his pants." John was paralyzed with shock. His mouth was hanging open, and his eyes were glazed and wide. Polly took the initiative; she walked over to where he sat on the couch, placed a knee on either side of his hips, and sat her butt down on his thighs. She leaned forward to kiss him hard on the lips, and she grabbed her long hair in both hands and engulfed his entire face in the shimmering object of her desire. Then her hands trailed down to his chest and unbuttoned his shirt. John came partially to his senses, and he tentatively massaged her shoulders and back through the oily silk fabric. Polly finished with his buttons and pushed the shirt over his shoulders and part way down his arms, trapping them at his sides. She was enjoying being in control. As Polly unbuttoned her own blouse, Michael took hold of my hand and led me over to the couch so that I could sit right next to John and Polly. His hoarse whispers filled my ears, encouraging me to watch them while he took care of me. He sat on his haunches between my knees, lifted my skirt up, and pulled my panties off, removing my shoes at the same time. In the process, his fingernails gently scratched along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and calves. As his fingers retraced their path back up toward my crotch, they were followed by nibbling kisses. He took his time, teasing me and allowing me time to watch Polly's seductive lap dance. By now, she had shed her blouse. Her professional teacher's outfit had totally masked the size of her breast, which now swayed pendulously in front of John's face. I was fascinated by her nipples (which were very small and dark) and especially her areolae. I had never seen any that were so incredibly wide and pale. They were almost the same color as the surrounding skin, but the texture reminded me of large-scale goose bumps. Freckles were splattered randomly over her chest and shoulders. Polly tantalized John with those firm breasts and tiny nipples. Whenever he would manage to trap a nub between his lips, she would pull it out of his suckling grasp. Then she twisted her shoulders more vigorously, slapping his face with the supple flesh. John's arms were still trapped, and he showed no sign that he wished to be freed. I marveled at Polly's intuitive understanding of how to make love to him- he needed to be ravished and toyed with. Normally he was the principal. tonight she was the headmistress. I was also being teased by Michael, who was kissing all up and down my inner thighs and onto my tummy. I spread my legs wide apart, hoping to make the invitation more obvious. But still he declined my unspoken suggestion, and continued his fiendish circling. I endured as long as I could, then I grabbed him by the curly black hair and gently pulled him toward my waiting cunt. Still, he resisted, so I became more aggressive, placing my heels on the back of his neck and tugging more insistently on his hair. He knew enough to end his teasing, and I felt his mouth cover the entire mound of my cunt. He went from calculated restraint to ambitious zeal, as his fingers pulled my outer labia apart, and his tongue dug upwards through the wet crevasse between my inner lips. My clitoris was the pinnacle at the head of the canyon, and Michael's nose, lips, and tongue alternatively flicked over this protruding feature. Occasionally, his tongue reached down all the way to my anus, testing for my reactions. I enjoyed his attention to this area-until one of his thumbs tried to enter my asshole. That insidious feeling of discomfort displaced the wonderful erotic feelings that had been mounting within me. I told him not to do that, and he accepted my prohibition with a disappointed sigh. This distraction reminded me that I was not paying attention to my neighbors on the couch. When I turned back to them, I was that Polly was now in the same position as my lover, sitting on her haunches between John's knees. His slacks and underwear were now crumpled on the arm of the couch next to them, and Polly was busy swallowing his cock. And that is exactly what it looked like. Her lips were fastened tightly around the base of his penis, and her cheeks and jaws were churning energetically. If John was endowed with an unusually long cock, then the head would certainly be embedded deep into her throat, something which I find uncomfortable. Eventually, Polly pulled back off his cock, and a streamer of clear pre-come bridged the gap from her tongue to the purplish crown of his penis. I saw that his size was more manageable, maybe 6 or 7 inches long. For Polly, this was a bite-sized snack, judging by her hungry resumption of her fellatio. Her palms cradled and jostled John's hairy testicles, and he moaned and gasped in appreciation. His arms were still trapped at his sides by the only garment that he still wore, and he made no attempt to untangle from the Brooks Brothers bonds. Meanwhile, I was more actively participating in directing my enjoyment. I encouraged Michael to stick two of his fingers inside my vagina, and I let him know when he made contact with my G-spot. He bent his fingers upwards, exerting the pressure on that area that provides me with the most intense sensations. The swabbing of his tongue was now concentrated totally on my clitoris, and he lashed at it unmercifully. I was quickly swept up the slopes toward my orgasm. It was the kind of mind-shattering orgasm that is only provoked by the combination of expert physical manipulation (Michael certainly knew what he was doing) and the naughty thrill of engaging in outrageous and immoderate escapades with strangers. My entire body was heaving and shimmying as I clutched his head into my open cunt. I tipped my head back and let my triumphant shrieks echo off the cathedral ceiling. As I gradually drifted back down from these giddy heights, I once again turned my attention to Polly, who was now back to her original position sitting on John's knees. His shirt had finally been removed, and he was using his liberated hands to play with his cock, massaging the hard tube of flesh. Polly looked at me and said "Jeez, I thought you were gonna have a heart attack! If you are back with us, then do John a favor and hold his cock for him. I want him to play with my tits." Of course, I was eager to help, so I reached between them and held his cock straight upwards, jacking up and down the shaft very slowly. Polly lifted her hips upward and positioned her cunt so that the lips were wrapped over the bulging head of his penis. Her outer labia were much longer than mine, hanging loosely like thick red velvet. She humped back and forth so that his cock head sliced through her cunt and jabbed against her knot of her clitoral hood. She was so wet and puffy. Juices were smeared all around her cunt and throughout her sparse red pubic hair. Sticky, salty liquids flowed down onto my fingers, a mixture of both their secretions. When John tried to lift his hips so that his cock could plunge deeper into the folds of her cunt, she too rose up, keeping her distance. Both she and her husband could be such impish teases! Polly had guided John's hands onto her breasts which were pink and moist with a light sheen of perspiration. She insisted that he tweak and pull at her teeny nipples, and the harder he pinched, the more she moaned in pleasure. Suddenly, without warning, she let the muscles in her legs go soft, and her cunt dropped down onto John's cock in one swift motion. She engulfed him, her wet crotch pushing my fingers out of the way. She was as energetic about her fucking as anyone I had ever seen. As soon as she had impaling herself with John's cock, she lifted back up, and then pounded down, again and again with a swiftness and tempo that made the couch rock. Yet she was able to measure her lift perfectly, so that I could see the head of John's cock peak out from the folds of her skin at the crest of each cyclical stroke. She held tightly to John's shoulders so that she could increase her leverage, and John in turn held tightly to her ass cheeks. He tried once to match her motions with his own thrusts, but her pace was unmatchable. Her wonderfully big breasts were swinging wildly, slapping randomly against each other and John's face. Now sweat was flowing out of her pores, dribbling down her skin in meandering streams. Her beautiful hair was plastered to her face, neck and back. Then she slowed down just a bit, and looked down at Michael, who had his head cradled between my thighs. Between her gasps for breaths, she said "Honey..., as wonderful as John is...., I need more. You know what I want.... pleasssssse!" "Oh, yes, dear," Michael replied, "I know what you need right now. And I'm glad you asked, since I don't think that Sue is interested in this for herself. Is it all right with you, Sue, if I leave you alone for a while, so that I can help out with John and Polly? When Polly gets this excited, she needs more that one cock. And without help, I don't think that John will be able to get off-Polly's cunt is just too loose to do the job on it's own." I was so curious about what was to happen, and my massive orgasm still left me fully satisfied and generous about sharing my new lover. I nodded my assent. Michael immediately stood up and quickly stripped off his clothes. Exhausted yet unsatisfied, Polly had slowed down a bit, and now John was able to fuck his cock upward into her. As her husband stood between John's outstretched feet, he asked John to pull Polly's ass cheeks apart. Michael spit into his hand and lathered his thin cock with the saliva and his seeping pre-come. Now I knew what he had in mind. And it was something that I had never seen before. As I said before, I knew all about anal in a theoretical sense, and my fantasies sometimes included thoughts of it. Now I was going to see it up close and personal. In fact, even closer than I expected; Michael asked me to do for him what I had just done for John. He wanted me to hold his cock as he pushed it into Polly's ass. I asked her if this was really what she wanted. She said "I know that this is not for everyone, but for me, getting fucked in the ass by Michael can be the most exciting and arousing thing. It's harmlessly nasty and sinful, which makes it deliciously attractive for me. It's the exact opposite of what people usually expect from me. The first time, it hurt just a little, but now it doesn't hurt at all. After all, Michaels' cock is just made perfect for this." And I suppose that it was, for his cock was incredibly thin, something like a table candle. Also, the head of his cock was kind of pointy, and it was no wider than the rest of his penis. I accepted her assurances, and so I stood beside Michael and pulled his cock down. All this talking had allowed it to become dry again, so I bent over and relubricated him with my own saliva. As I did, he reached around my own ass and combed his fingers through my cunt. The prospect of what I was about to see had me aroused again, and I shuddered at his touch. I straightened up and aimed his spear-like cock at its intended target. With John's hands pulling her cheeks wide apart, I could plainly see Polly's anus. It was burgundy- colored, and the rim was crinkled, hairless, and puffy. She was purposely twitching the muscles of her sphincter, making it wink open and closed. Just below was a small exposed part of John's cock-the rest was embedded deeply into her vagina. For the moment, he had stopped his thrusting, waiting for this new level of kinky and forbidden sexuality. Michael edged forward. With my help, his slippery cock zeroed in on the bullseye-shaped target. As he hunched forward, the rubbery flesh of his dark red glans compressed and deformed, and I thought for a moment that he would not, after all, be able to enter. But the muscles of her buttocks gradually softened, and with this, her asshole became more receptive. Abruptly, his cockhead popped inside the narrow confines, and Michael let his weight shift forwards with the most unhurried pace. I saw his cock slide through my fingers and disappear millimeter by millimeter-accompanied by a long, groaning exhale from Polly's lungs. As she ran out of breath, Michael's wiry crop of thick black pubic hair pressed into the skin of her cheeks. Just as when I had held John's cock, my fingers were pushed out of the way by the collision of flesh. Michael left himself fully imbedded for a long time, allowing Polly to become comfortable with the intrusion. Finally she whispered that it was "OK, go ahead." Michael pulled himself most of the way out, and then gently eased back in, again eliciting an earthy grunt of pleasure from his wife. The third time, Polly said to John "Come on, John, I need you to fuck me too. I need you both." As John started to thrust in and out, it took him a while to figure out how to match the Michael's tempo. But soon they had it coordinated. Polly simply held her position, allowing herself to be fucked by her two lovers. Only her head moved, pivoting around on the axis of her neck as she chanted an endlessly repeating mantra: "Oh yes...., oh yes...., oh yes...." She seemed to be in some kind of trance. Michael placed one hand in the small of her back, and the other reached around and grabbed ahold of one of her meaty breasts. His fingers dug deeply into the pliant flesh. With two long, hard cocks competing for the limited space inside her, I could only assume that the constricting tightness inside each of Polly's canals was incredible, and I was surprised at how long John and Michael were able to hold out. But at long last, the intense sensations were too much for both of them, and their own gasps and grunts mingled with Polly's. John was the first to reach his climax, and as his body stiffened into an arch and his hips vibrated with orgasmic twitches, this acted as an inspiration for Michael and Polly, triggering their own explosive orgasm. The incredible depth and breadth of their commingled sensations was fully obvious to me, painting a picture of bliss and satisfaction that is etched forever in my mind. Michael finally was unable to control his leg muscles, which had turned to jelly. He collapsed backward onto the carpet, his softening, slimy cock slapping onto his stomach. Polly sagged forwards, momentarily smothering John with her sweaty, heaving breasts, but she slid off to the side enough to allow him room to breathe. Now the scene that attracted my attention was the view of Polly's crotch, still gaping wide open. From both her cunt and her asshole, milky white dribbles of semen pumped rhythmically out of the pulsating reddened orifices, drooling in sticky streams onto her thighs and John's testicles. It was the most carnal and wickedly erotic sight that I could possibly imagine. Since that evening, many images and lessons are indelibly etched into my consciousness. Naturally, the images of red- hot sexuality burn brightly in my memory. But I was also inspired to question my tendency to prejudge people. My interactions with Polly, Michael, and John taught me that first impressions are often wrong. Hopefully, I learned something..., we'll see. Libre Island by Sharon INTRO FROM SHARON: This is my second effort, inspired by the wonderful stories written for all of us by SueNH. We've never met, Sue and I, but I have a mental picture of her from her description in the special note she often offers as she posts a new story on the Net. Since it works for Sue, why not for me? So here goes: I'm Sharon. That's all you get because, like Sue, I have a real life and don't what THAT side of me compromised by THIS side of me. I am a 33 year old woman with strong likes and dislikes, with an extroverted personality, but not loud or brassy. I'm cuddly and romantic, but I am very very adventurous and quite self confident sexually. If it turns me on, I'll try it! I love straight fucking (but I'm not wild about that word; whoever invented the term, 'fuck you," as an insult, has ruined the word "fucking" for me, even though it still has a pleasant raunchiness to it). I love oral sex (giving and getting) and I love touching and being touched. I am mostly straight and mostly fantasize about guys, and mostly indulge in one on one hetero sex...spirited but conventional. But every once in a while, when the atmosphere is right, I'll do anything with anyone! I'm 5-2, dark hair, usually cut short, green eyes, and a half hourglass figure. My butt is quite small and narrow. It's curvy with most of the bulge is in the back. My waist is very narrow (can't find jeans tight enough in the waist, so I like skirts, size 4). Even though my butt is very tight and high, my inner pussy lips are very large and even loose. When I get turned on they swell and flower out of my outer labia, wet and pink. My vagina is quite deep and well toned, tight and sleek. So my lower half is petite. But I'm busty. Since I work out, I carry very little fat. My shoulders are wide and well defined, my arms and thighs are thin and my ribs show, but somehow all that working out hasn't affected my breasts. They're big, even heavy, with nipples that are dark red and tend to be erect or at least half erect all of the time. I have been very blessed with nerve endings! My nipples are very very sensitive and are wired straight to my clit, which, like my nipples, always seems to be at least half erect. Compared to the girls I've been with and the pictures I've looked at in magazines, I think I have one of the biggest clits. It's about 3/fourths of an inch long and is shaped like a little penis, with a head and a shaft. It's all in the open; I hardly have any clit sheath, and, God, is it sensitive. My record is more than a dozen orgasms in one night. I guess I'm the opposite of frigid. Give me a big wet kiss and pull one of my nipples and just caress my big clit I can cum in less than a minute. If I'm more turned on, I just cum that much harder! Sensitive as my breasts and clit are, my eyes are the most sensitive of all. I'm a true voyeur and exhibitionist. I love to show off my body and love to know that it turns people on. When I was 15, this great looking guy who I really liked told me I made him so hot that he had to go home and jerk off. For weeks I could think of little else. When he said it again, I told him how exciting it made me to hear him say that. He hauled out his cock and gave me a show...and I was hooked! I love to watch my friends make love and love very much to be watched. It's the best! So that's me. Here's my second story, a With Sue special: WITH SUE: LIBRE ISLAND: SHARON'S SECOND STORY The little plane landed with a scary bump, taxied to the tiny terminal building and rolled to a stop. The pastel- painted sign read: Welcome to Libre Island. It was hot, dry and very sunny. Sue squinted, even behind her sunglasses. "I love it!" she cried, closing her eyes and looking up. "This is perfect!" Sharon smiled. "Wait 'til you see the beach, Sue! I promise it'll be just as fabulous as I told you!" They were quite a sight. Sue, blond and fair, Sharon brunette and dark, both slim hipped and long legged. The guys sitting in the shade perked up, took a look and then just openly stared. These two were too foxy! Gorgeous! Sharon and Sue sashayed into the terminal, hips twitching like cats. The cab ride was spectacular, up into the mountains, cool and green, then down into the secluded North Bay. They pressed their faces together out one side and then the other of the cab, pointing to the small secluded beaches that ringed the calm lagoon. "There!" Sharon explained, "that one and that one are clothing optional. The rest are all topless...of course!" "Of course!!" cried Sue, and the laughed and hugged one another like schoolgirls. Their adjoining rooms were terrific. Right on the water, with big louvered windows, firm king size beds and ceiling fans. "Let's shower, change into our suits and meet at the beach bar for lunch!" said Sue. When they got to the CocoBar, conversation stopped. Sue had picked a black bikini with an underwire top that lifted her grapefruit-sized breasts and put them on creamy display. She'd removed the lining. Just a thin layer of cool nylon held her breasts and her thick, rubbery nipples protruded provocatively. The cut was low, Sue's cleavage exciting. She loved people to look at her and they were! And the bikini bottom was just as sexy, very high cut so her legs looked endless, dipped low across her belly to show off her cute navel and trim stomach. Her belly was hard, her hipbones high, her waist tiny, her butt round. Sharon was smaller, only 5-2, but her breasts were bigger than Sue's, firm and high and jiggly, the nipples pebbly and stiff. Her bikini was brilliant red. One thing about Sharon, she was a born showoff. Her bikini bottoms were damn near a thong! Twin, firm brown ass cheeks quivered and twitched as the two women walked to a pair of barstools and sat down. Sharon worked every day to keep her body hard and trim, especially her little round butt and her muscled stomach. "Hi, ladies. What is it that you want?" The voice was a purr, the speaker a very tall, light-skinned black women standing behind the bar. "My name is Tyla," she said with a warm rasp, looking Sue and Sharon up and down, then smiling. "You two are looking...warm. I'd better make you something cold and wet!" Sharon laughed, Sue whistled softly. "Well, Tyla, coming from you, that's some compliment," murmured Sue, staring at the curvy girl. She looked a lot like the model Tyra Banks. Tyla's frame was slim, her legs long, her waist very very small, but she was chesty, her breasts heavy and large, swaying side to side as she moved. She wore a cotton bandanna as a top, and the sides of her large breasts bulged out, brown and luscious. "And what are you looking at, honey?" whispered Tyla, snapping Sue back to reality. Sue lifted her eyes to Tyla's, looking deeply into the girl's light green eyes for a lingering second. "Looking at you, Tyla," Sue whispered back. "You're...gorgeous." Tyla smiled and blew Sue a kiss. "Thank you sweetie. I'm off in ten minutes. Take these drinks and I'll come get some sun with you two...teach you a little about... Libre Island..." The coastline zigged and zagged, forming small coves and tiny secluded beaches. Sue and Sharon walked to a small cove a quarter mile from the bar, a short curve of pure white sand, soft grass, and a thicket of trees that isolated the spot completely. They spread out bamboo mats and settled down to get some sun. It didn't take long for them to relax. The sun was warm, the sky a brilliant blue, the sound of the waves soothing and the real world quickly melted away. "Sharon, honey, put some oil on my back?" asked Sue, after a while. "I'll do it." The voice wasn't Sharon's. Sue pushed herself up on her elbows and looked. It was Tyla. "Well hello," smiled Sue. "Hello back," smiled Tyla. "I'd love to oil your back. But this is Libre. Take off your top honey. You'll learn something very soon here. We Libre girls hate wearing anything when we're at the beach" Tyla wiggled her shoulders from side to side, her breasts swaying heavily. She looked down and giggled. Then Tyla reached down and lifted her tits, squeezing gently, tickling her nipples. "Hate wearing anything?" said Sue, softly. "Hate it," said Tyla, reaching down to untie the bandanna that barely held her bosom. Sharon watched the two of them, feeling very warm, her pussy starting to oil up. "Uh!" said Tyla. "This knot is tight. Can you help me, Miss Sue?" Sue inched forward, until her face was just in front of Tyla's. "Sure, I can help." She lifted her fingers to the knot between Tyla's big breasts and began to work it loose, the backs of her hand and the backs of her fingers brushing and bumping against Tyla's boobs. They were firm and jiggly. Sue's pussy pulsed, her nipples erected sweetly and twinged. Tyla's eyes gleamed as they flicked up and down, watching Sue's fingers, then boring into Sue's eyes. The knot yielded. "Thank you Sue," whispered Tyla. She put her hands behind her on the sand, her arms stiff, and wiggled her shoulders again, from side to side. The cotton slid down, caught for an exciting second on Tyla's stiff nipples, then fell away. Tyla's tits were perfect. Very big but firm and high, the skin a flawless light tan, the nipples deep brown and puffy, long and thick. Tyla sat forward, her breasts swaying heavily, and stroked her globes casually as she spoke. "I like coconut oil. Smells so good and feels warm on the skin." Tyla ran one hand over her flat stomach. Her white long cotton skirt hid a pair of long legs, curled girlishly underneath her small butt. Sue reached behind and unfastened her bikini top. Her breasts tumbled free, tanned from a few hours in the local tanning salon. Her nipples were firm and jutting, a deep pink, the areolae puffy and tender, the tips long and squared off...throbbing hotly. Sharon watched as Tyla reached into her bag, pulled out a flask of oil, poured a splash into one hand and rubbed her hands together. She scootched up close to Sue, facing her with their knees touching and began applying the oil to Sue's face and neck. She stroked lightly and gently. Sue's eyes closed. Tyla leaned in closer, her breasts jutting very close to Sue's. Sharon's eyes were wide...her pussy creaming helplessly. She knew what was next. Pulse pounding, she leaned back against a pile of towels and tried to resist the temptation to plunge her fingers into her bikini bottom and stroke her clit. And she watched. Tyla ran her hands down Sue's neck, massaging in the thick fragrant oil. "Relax your neck, sweetie," she whispered. "Your hands..." Sue murmured, her eyes closed. "You hands...are...so...soft..." Tyla's big breasts swayed forward, an inch from Sue's. Watching, Sharon gasped almost inaudibly. Tyla turned to look at Sharon, pouted with her full lips, then swung her shoulders forward. Her nipples touched Sue's. All three girls jumped slightly as if a little electric shock had zipped through their bodies. Sue and Tyla from the sensation, Sharon from the sight! Sue's mouth fell open. Tyla's eyes fell into half slits. She moved her shoulders from side to side, just enough to make her nipples drag back and forth across Sue's, the tips catching and releasing, both girl's breasts swelling...aching... their nipples stiff and tingling as they caught...and released... Sharon unfastened the top of her bikini, letting it fall away. Her tits were as big as Tyla's, her nipples pricklingly erect. She cupped her breasts, bringing fingers up to twist each nipple gently, not even thinking about what she was doing as she watched Sue and Tyla make love... "Oil..."breathed Sue. "Oil..." Tyla leaned back, picked up her little oil bottle, uncapped it and slowly poured the whole thing on Sue's chest! The warm, clear oil ran down over her round breasts and stiff nipples, over her ribcage and onto her flat belly. Then Tyla leaned forward and rubbed her big breasts all over Sue's "God!" breathed Sharon. "You two are too much!" Tyla turned and blew Sharon a kiss. "You know Libre, girl! That's why you come! And speaking of come, what are you waiting for Miss Sharon? I know we're making your pussy as oily as our tits. Want to show us?" Sue hissed. "Yes! Sharon! Show us your pussy!" Sharon rolled over on her hands and knees, brought her knees together, arched her back and thrust her little butt high in the air. "My pussy?" She teased, wiggling her ass like a cat's tail. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her little bikini bottom and rolled it down over her butt. "You want to see my pussy?" "Yes!" they cried. Sharon rolled her ass higher and let her pussy flower open wetly. Her anus winked tightly. Her inner pussy lips were swelling with hot blood, protruding, loose and pink, her vagina tight and drooling, her clit rising fast. "Yum!" groaned Tyla. Sharon wiggled her ass one more time, willing her butt to relax so her pussy would gape open. She felt the emotional rush she often felt when she showed someone her cunt for the first time. It made her clit throb. Then Sharon gracefully spun and settled down, her back against the pile of towels. Her nipples were red and stiffly erect. She caressed each in turn, her hips thrusting unconsciously, then, snapping back to reality, she made warm eye contact with each of her friends and let her slender, firm legs fall open. Tyla and Sue held one another by the shoulders, their breasts mashed together, and looked at Sharon's pussy. She'd been shaving carefully for months to get ready for the trip to Libre; her pussy was nearly hairless, not even any stubble, just soft lips and pink flesh and a cute little tuft of light brown just above her clit. "God, girl!" moaned Tyla. "You are sooo sexy!! How can you keep your fingers out of that foxy clam!" Sue chuckled. "She can't!" "Right!" Sharon breathed, fighting off the urge to touch her clit. "But don't blame me! Look at you two!" Sue rubbed her tits greasily against Tyla's and lowered her lips to Tyla's ear. "Watch her clit!" Sue looked back at Sharon. "Is your clit getting hard, sweetie?" "Ooooo, Sue, don't!" Sharon squealed. "Don't!" "Is it?" said Sue "Is your clit getting all big and hard?" "Yes!!" cried Sharon her hips twitching. She opened her legs farther, rolling her pussy up. Her clit was already very fat and erect, a little cock, and it was getting fatter and stiffer! Sue and Tyla stared. Sharon's clit seemed to twitch with each pounding beat of her heart: longer, bigger, fatter. Her fingers teased her nipples. Her hips twitched nervously. Her clit was huge now! More than an inch of quivering female erectness!! "S-S-Sue?" Sharon groaned. "Sue-I've got-to..." "Go ahead lover!" cried Sue. "Masturbate." "God!' Tyla hissed. "You two are so hot!!" "Ugh!" grunted Sharon, bringing her right hand to her pussy, her fingertips flicking her fat clit from side to side. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" "God, that is so sexy!" cried Tyla. "Sharon dear! Watch this!" Tyla straightened her back, lifted her oily tits and presented one swollen tip to Sue. "Sharon! Watch!" "Ummmm!" moaned Sue, reaching forward and wrapping her lips around Tyla's stiff nipple and sucking noisily. "Ummmm! Ughhhh!" Sharon's eyes were wide open, staring but getting glassy. Tyla plunged her hand into Sue's bikini bottom, into the wetness and the warmth, finding Sue's clit and teasing it with fast flicks. The backs of Tyla's fingers pressed out against Sue's bikini. Then Tyla curved her two middle fingers and they slid wetly, deeply into Sue's vagina "Ahhh!" Sue cried against the firm breast between her lips. "T-T-Tyla! T-T-Tyla!!" Her hips rocked in a fucking motion. Powerful shocks thrashed through her belly as Tyla's fingers teased her G-spot and Tyla's warm palm caressed her clit! Sue followed Tyla's lead, plunging her hands down Tyla's muscular belly into her skirt. No panties. Short wiry hair, hot pleats, juice, and a fat clit!! Tyla's head rolled back in ecstasy, her hips snapping forward and back. One touch from Sue and she was cumming so fast! Sharon too! "UH! OHH!" she cried, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Her fingers flew on her big clit, jerking it off like a guy pumps his prick, two fingers grasping the wet little shaft!! "I-I-I'm cumming now. I'm cumming now! Now!" Sharon screamed. Her cunt clenched, her toes curled, her ass clenched and the frantic twitches began!! "UHH! UHH! UHH!!!" Sharon's hips jerked this way and that, the electric shocks firing powerfully! She pinched her nipples in time with the spasms, trying to keep her orgasm at its highest point. Then, Sue! Watching her friend cum so hard drove Sue suddenly over the top!! "Hmmm! Ummm!" Sue moaned, thrusting her hips at Tyla's plunging fingers. "OH! OH! OH!!" Then Tyla! She bit her lip, twisted her tits against Sue's stiff nipples and felt the electricity fly from her tingly nipples down to where Sue rubbed her fat clit!! "Um Um Um" Tyla crooned, her cum arriving... "Um! UM! UMM! OH GOD!! Tyla came in deep throbs, gasping for air!! Sue raised her voice over the roar of the hairdryer. "Club Libre! The bartender at Club Libre!" "I can't believe Tyla's married!" Sharon shouted back. "Lucky man!" laughed Sue. "You know it!" giggled Sharon, her mind swimming with erotic images of their afternoon together. Tyla, Sue and she had kissed and teased one another until the sun got low. That's when Tyla had told them about Derrick. "He's gorgeous!" Tyla had enthused. "And I know he'd love to have a go at you two!" "You'll share?" Sue asked. "No problem?" asked Sharon. "Oh I'd LOVE to share! No problem at all!" smiled Tyla, "as long as I get to join in!" Sue and Sharon just looked at one another and smiled. "Told you you'd love this place!" Sharon laughed. Their hair was dry, their makeup on. They wiggled into two little dresses, very short and low cut, high heeled sandals, and off they went to Club Libre. It was noisy and smelled like coconut and run and Derrick WAS gorgeous. He stood with his tight butt against a barstool, with one big arm around Tyla's smooth brown shoulders. His eyes were bright blue, his hair thick, blond and long, his chest wide. He wore white jeans and a thin blue tee shirt that exposed a hard muscled stomach. Sharon looked at his basket. Big, she thought. "Hi Sue, Sharon," purred Tyla. " This is my husband, Derrick. Derrick, Sue...and Sharon...my friends." "Sue, pleased to meet you." His voice was very deep. "Sharon, hello." It was like a night with old friends. They ate fish with their fingers, drank rum and told jokes...and they flirted. Derrick put his hands on Sue's and Sharon's arms as he talked to them. They took his hand when they spoke to him. And Derrick was so charming to Tyla. "Have you ever seen anyone so beautiful?" he asked once as the light caught Tyla's hair. And another time as Tyla walked away to go to the bathroom, her narrow butt twitching from side to side, "Ummm, look at that! I'd love a taste of that!" "How about tonight, big boy?" shot back Tyla over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming, and Sue and Sharon laughed. By ten, the flirting gave way to much more. Derrick threw back the last of a drink, the ice clattered against his lips and a big splash fell on his belly and jeans. "Uh Oh!" laughed Sharon. "Need some help?" "Yes, Sharon. Help me," said Derrick softly, rolling his hips up slowly. Tyla and Sue held their breath, their eyes flicking from Sharon's face to Derrick's. "Is it cold?" whispered Sharon, moving in close to Derrick. "Cold?" "No, warm" "Warm? That looked cold." Derrick's cock was thickening, straightening, enlarging. "The drink was cold, but you're making me warm." "Really? Mind if I feel?" Sharon ran her fingernails across the big growing bulge. Derrick squirmed and looked at Tyla. She blew him a kiss. Sharon tickled and scratched at Derrick's jeans. Blood rushed to his prick, his erection pulsing. Longer...fatter...hotter. Derrick sucked in his stomach, the waistband of his jeans gapping, and suddenly the huge head of his cock actually peaked out! He flexed his ass and his whole cockhead burst out, deep red and as round as a plum, pulsing and swelling bigger as they all watched. Derrick looked at Sharon's face, she lifted to eyes to his, then they lowered their eyes in unison to his big prick. Sharon dropped one hand and ran one red lacquered fingernail lightly across the exposed glans, loving the smooth hot skin and how Derrick's penis was so...alive!...alive, pulsing and twitching. And growing! Two more inches, the head expanding and turning deep purple! "God," moaned Sharon, her pussy suddenly all liquid, "what a gorgeous cock!" Tyla giggled. "I think it's time to go back to our place!" The three girls did a hot striptease, wiggling out of their tight dresses one by one, rolling their panties down over their tight butts, cupping their tits and pulling on their nipples. Derrick lay back on a big leather chair, completely naked, his cock jutting upward, huge and fat, taut and tense against his belly, 9 thick inches, the head a deep purple and wet from droplets of clear juice that wept from the dilated cockslit "Tyla, sweetheart," Derrick said. "I like your friends." "Do you now, honey?" Tyla teased. "Yes!" Derrick hissed, his cock shuddering, the muscles in his belly rippling. "Do you want to fuck Sharon, baby?" Tyla whispered. "Do you want to fuck her?" She swayed over to where her husband lay back on the chair, wrapped a slim hand tightly around his cock and jerked the loose skin up and down rapidly. He glared at his wife's face. "Well, Derrick?" Tyla leaned over to whisper in her husband's ear, one big breast dragging across his chest. "Do you? Do you want this big cock in their tight pussies? Do you?" "Yes!" Derrick said, his voice cracking. Tyla suddenly grabbed his face in both hands and kissed him hard and wetly on the lips. Their tongues dueled. "Then..." Tyla murmured into Derrick's mouth. "Then...do it!" Tyla broke the kiss, bit Derrick's lower lip lovingly, caressed his face, his prick, then wiggled back to sit next to Sue. "Sharon," said Derrick. "Yes!" "Come give me a kiss." Sharon stood, her legs long, her breasts heavy and firm and jiggly and walked slowly over to the gorgeous blond man. She knelt between his legs, placed her hands on his lower legs, dug her nails in gently, feeling his powerful legs tremble, lowered her chest until her stiff nippled breasts mashed warmly into his thighs and brought her full lips to the huge head of his cock. "A kiss?" Sue teased, "like this?" She began lightly kissing Derrick's cock, all around the immense head, the clear pre-cum coating her lips. "God," breathed Sue, spreading her legs and bringing one hand down to cuddle her cunt. Tyla snuggled in next to her and they began to finger each others clits as they stared. "Ummmmm" Derrick's purred deeply, flexing his cock until it looked like it would burst. Sharon took the whole head in her mouth, sucking and kissing wildly now, then began bobbing her head, her lips tight and hot! Derrick's cock was so big and fat. God! Sharon began fingering her clit, grunting with pleasure around Derrick's huge shaft. She felt the vibrations. "Uhhhh! Oh God!" Derrick groaned. "Tyla!" "Yes baby?" Tyla hissed in reply. "Tyla!" He was humping hard now, driving his cock into Sharon's mouth. Tyla scooted forward, her pelvis rolled up, her legs spread wide, her cunt flooded, her clit fully erect! "Yes lover!" "Uh! Uh! UMMMM!" Derrick's balls were pulling up...tightening...his asshole clenching pleasurably. Tyla shuddered, looked down at her wet clit, moaned and began slapping it lightly. Slap slap. "UM!" She raced toward her orgasm. Slap! Slap! Sue pulled Tyla closer, feeling her body shimmy and shake powerfully. Tyla turned and looked at Sue, her face an erotic grimace. "Sue..." she moaned. "Yes, Tyla honey?" Tyla turned to watch Sharon and Derrick, and whispered hoarsely, her lips touching Sue's ear "Look at them! She's got his prick up sooo hard! God, give me your breast honey! Tyla took Sue's left nipple in her fingers, teased it, then lowered her mouth and suckled Sue's breast warmly. Sharon watched them, her eyes wide, her mouth stretched so wide by Derrick's fat prick. She pulled her mouth off and jacked it rapidly, her fingers slick with spit. "Derrick?" Sharon asked. "Are you ready to cream for me? To cream me with this wonderful big dick?" "Oh God!" cried Sue. "Yes! Make him cum!" Sharon embraced Derrick, threw her arms around his neck and they kissed like teenagers, mouths mashed together, tongues working. Sharon loved to kiss. It made her as hot as sucking a guy's cock and Derrick was a wonderful kisser! They were in a world of their own, nibbling one another's lips, giggling softly, making out. Sharon pumped his slippery prick. "Go for it, girl." Tyla urged. "Make him cum. He won't go soft on you afterwards. Promise." Sharon felt her clit twitch at that. She pumped harder. "Uh! Io!" groaned Derrick. His balls flashed white hot. Sharon felt the sharp spasm, Derrick's balls quivering. She knelt before him, lowered her face and swallowed his cock wetly. Derrick's stomach jerked once, twice, his ass clenched and Sharon's mouth was flooded with a big gush of hot jizz! "Ummm!" She sucked and wrapped one hand around the jumping cock and stroked. Derrick's cum pumped out in thick clogs, running over Sharon's lips and over her fingers. His hips jolted again and again, his cum surging out, It was messy and delicious. The spermy cream rolled down Sharon's neck. She breathed hard, staring at Derrick's cock with wide eyes, caressed him softly until first his, then her breathing slowed and his cock lost its extreme stiffness. Then Sharon lay back, her breasts swaying to the side, her chest rising and falling, her breath ragged. She spread her legs and showed Derrick her cunt...the thick, swollen, protruding labia, the big, fat, cocklike clit... Tyla was right; her husband's cock stayed huge and firm and, as he looked at Sharon's display, blood surged back into his slick, wet shaft. He wrapped his fist around his big dick and stroked it lazily and it stood up as stiff and solid as ever, throbbing. And Derrick got his wits about him quickly. He rose and knelt between Sharon's legs, the muscles on his chest and belly and thighs in sharp relief. He was breathing hard again, his eyes bright and glittering... Tyla masturbated furiously, shamelessly...slapping her went clit like a madwoman. She knew what would happen... Sue pulled back her knees and slid two fingers into her vagina. The palm of her hand pressed her clit; two finger pads teased her G-spot. Derrick flicked his eyes her way and she raised her hips, thrusting her pussy toward him, churning her hand wetly, loving how he watched her. Sue felt herself beginning to cum... Derrick grasped his cock in his right fist, brought it down to Sharon's pussy. He nuzzled the head into the pleats of her ragged labia... collapsing it all into the liquid center...pushing gently but relentlessly!...Sharon felt electric shocks from her sensitive pussy lips as Derrick's cock distorted her cunt deliciously! "UH!!" Sharon moaned "Deeper!" And then Derrick was fucking her, sliding his cock deeply into her vagina, then out, in... Tyla, staring, watched her husband fuck another woman and felt her clit explode as her orgasm began! "Ahhh!" she screamed "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" She loved watching Derrick in action! Slap, slap slap. She smacked her clit lightly and then harder. "UMMMMMMMM! UM!!!!!" Then Sue! "Oh! Oh!! OH!! OH!!!" she groaned. Sue's clit was as big as she'd ever felt it! And it was tingling madly, her cum beginning... Derrick prick oozed into Sharon's vagina, his balls tingling wildly, his ears roaring. "AHHHHHH!" he shouted, exultant! So fucking good!! Derrick pumped his cock in and out of Sharon's pussy. Sharon's was on fire with pleasure...so stuffed! She shuddered, her anus twinging pleasurably, her nipples afire. God, Sharon thought, I'm going to cum right now! "Sharon!" Derrick groaned, his cock mashing into Sharon's cervix. "Sharon!!" He began fucking hard and fast! "Oh God, Derrick, YES!" screamed Sharon. "Cream me! I'm with you! Cream my pussy!!" Still cumming hard, Tyla smiled to herself. Wait until they see this! His seconds were always his best. "UH! UH! UH! UH!" Derrick grunted, feeling his balls flush hotly, his belly quiver. His cock was like a hot steel bar. He buried it nine inches in Sharon's belly, flexed once, quivered again and their moment arrived! A hot splash flooded Sharon's depths!! "UH! UH!" Sharon chanted, her clit exploding in orgasm. It was the perfect cum, her clit twinging, her asshole clenching, her pelvis alive with intense prickles, her vagina pulsing. Sharon's eyes rolled back, her pussy pulsing harder. A thin string of saliva drooled from the corner of her mouth and she moaned... "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Derrick felt the clasp of Sharon's cunt. He fired another juicy bolt of cum! "Show us!" moaned Tyla. "Show us!!" Derrick and Sharon turned, their cheeks together, to look at Tyla and Sue. Derrick's prick throbbed and Sharon felt him blast another splash into her pussy. Her cum was at it's peak, clear cunt juice and Derricks thick, white jizz boiling out of her vagina. Her arms were paralyzed. Her breasts bloated, nipples tingling. She felt Derrick's hot sperm overflowing her vagina... "Show us! begged Tyla. Derrick pulled his cock out of Sharon, grasped it in both hands and pumped. "Um! Um! Um!" His orgasm was at full cry! A big splash of cum splattered Sharon's belly and thigh and pussy. She glared at Derrick, her eyes wide now, her mouth open and gasping... He turned and a huge spray fired toward Tyla and Sue! The cum was warm and thick! Tyla giggled. She loved to watch her man climax, and this was some performance! "More!" urged Tyla. Derrick hosed her with a wet hot bolt of cum. "Me! Me!" begged Sue. He splattered her pussy and stomach. "Ummmmm! mmmmmmm!" groaned Sharon her cunt still spasming hard. "Shoot me!" Derrick's sperm slathered her heaving belly. Finally, a little ritual, husband and wife. "One more baby," whispered Tyla, stroking Derrick's erection. He spurted on her stroking fingers. "Oh baby. One more?" Tyla kissed Derrick cock. A wet blob of cum, so thick. It ran down her chin. "Um! One more little one baby!" Derrick groaned, concentrated and a final thick gob of cum oozed from the tip of his cock, drooling down the fat shaft. Tyla used it to lubricate her final strokes. Derrick was still cumming, but the pump was dry... Their first few days on Libre went by in a sunny haze. Sue and Sharon tanned golden brown, ate good food and let the Real World fall away. And they were horny. Tyla and Derrick had gone for a few days to her place on a neighboring island. "You should go down 'round Oyster Beach," suggested Linda, the desk clerk. "You two look good enough!" And she laughed. The sign said Oyster Beach/Clothing Optional. "Uh Oh!" laughed Sharon, as they parked their mopeds. "I don't know if I can handle a lot of naked fatsos! That's against my rules!" Sue looked over the top of the dune and laughed, "Well, I don't think you have much to worry about!" The beach was a tranquil curve of sand and palm trees, with just enough sea grape plants to break it up into smaller private plots. Only a dozen or so people or so were there, a few couples, some single women and a small concession stand selling drinks and renting beach mats. No fatsos. Sue and Sharon settled in, sprawled out in beach chairs, looked at one another, shrugged and lowered their bikini tops. Boobs tumbled free. They began oiling up, the sun and the slippery liquid and their warm hands caressed their breasts. "I know this is supposed to be cool," whispered Sharon, "but it turns me on to show my tits to strangers!" Her nipples were visibly flushed, becoming erect. "Shhhhhh! Me too!" laughed Sue. She pulled her arms back over her head, lifting her grapefruit sized breast dramatically. The mounds at the ends of Sue's globes were full and swelling, a smaller breast shape from which jutted her thick, squarish nipples. Beautiful and sexy. "Ummmmm" said Sharon, oiling her big boobs right out to the thick nipples, then settling back herself, watching the reaction of others on the beach through slitted eyes, fuzzy sexual images beginning to form in her mind as she half dozed. The sun was hot, the sound of the waves soothing. "Morning ladies. Care for some of Thomas' Libre Oil?" Sharon jolted out of her daydream. "A two-for-one special for friends of Tyla." Sharon and Sue rubbed their eyes and sat up, covering their naked breasts with their arms. A young, dark skinned man squatted in the sand between them. "Hi," he smiled, "I'm Thomas. He was very handsome. "Well...hi," said Sue. "You know Tyla? She mentioned us?" "Yes," chuckled Thomas. "She likes you." "Libre Oil?" said Sharon. "Of course," said Thomas, "my own formula. I'll even apply it for you." He gestured at a big pump sprayer in the sand. "Sure," laughed Sue. "We'll take the special!" Thomas smiled, stood and turned to get his pump. Sue and Sharon stared. All he wore was a little leather thong, a slim string running between two tight buns. His back was broad, his thighs muscular, his hair long and black in dreadlocks. "OK," Thomas turned, smiling as he saw the women check out his ass, "get naked." Sharon lowered her arms, smiled at Thomas, shivered her shoulders a bit to make her boobs shake and stood up. She walked to Thomas and spun on her heels. "Help me?" she asked. "Why of course," chuckled Thomas. He took the thin sides of her bikini in his hands and pulled it down over Sharon's little ass. She stepped out of it deftly, her bottom wiggling, then walked back over to her chair and lay back. "Thank you, Thomas." Sharon felt her nipples expand and her pussy begin to trickle. She turned to Sue. Sue hooked her fingers in the sides of her tiny bikini bottom, pulled it over her hips, then pulled her knees back to her chin to slid the suit off. Thomas looked right at Sue's blond haired pussy. She watched his crotch. Something very big and alive squirmed in the pouch he wore. Thomas took his can, pumped it a few times, turned the wand and began spraying. The fine mist of fragrant oil was soft and very warm. It felt marvelous. Thomas teased them, aiming first at their feet, then their legs, then their arms. Sharon arched her back, thrusting up her breasts and Thomas sprayed her chest. Sharon purred. Sue rolled over and lifted her ass high. Thomas's oil was warm and wet on her buttocks. Sue felt the oil spray her pussy and anus. She arched her bottom up higher, letting her ass and cunt flower open. Thomas chuckled softly. The women played with Thomas, twisting and turning their bodies, striking one sexy pose after another. Each time they presented a body part, Thomas sprayed it, and by the time he finally stopped, Sue and Sharon dripping with the slick warm fluid. Sharon stroked her oily tits and belly unconsciously. "So, what's the special, Thomas?" she murmured. "Oh, I'll massage the oil in. It only works properly when it's worked in...to the skin." Sue was breathing faster. She wiggled her ass. "Well we said we want the special, Thomas. How do you rub in the oil?" "I have several techniques. Shall we begin?" "I think we have begun already," laughed Sue, rolling her ass even higher. "Start with me." "But get naked first," said Sharon. "This is a clothing option beach isn't it?" "That it is, Miss Sharon," chuckled Thomas. He untied the leather at his waist, flexed his hips and let his cock shove at the now far-too-small pouch. Thomas' body was perfect, slim but muscular. "Don't tease," breathed Sharon. "Show us your cock! Show us!" The leather pouch fell away. Thomas' penis was truly huge, very long and thick, with a big purple head. It hung down slightly, heavy and beautifully half-erect. "Thomas," said Sharon. "So big! I love it. Ummm. Just look at that huge prick!" Thomas flexed his stomach and the three of them watched as his giant cock pounded erect, the head swelling. Sue felt her cunt cream. She playfully grabbed the oil can and sprayed, until Thomas' cock was dripping and shiny, wrapped both hands around the immense shaft and stroked gently. Thomas sucked in his stomach and hissed with pleasure. Sue could feel his cock grow even larger, the fat dick expanding in her hands. Sue leaned down to rub her stiff nipples against the purplish head... Sharon laughed, snapping Sue back to reality, "Don't we get the special?" "Ummmmm," sighed Sue, giving Thomas' prick one last tight twist. "I guess we do." Sue and Sharon made themselves comfortable. Thomas knelt, rubbed his oily hands together and began with Sharon, rubbing across her shoulders, then down to her upper arms. He worked the muscles gently but firmly. Then her breasts. Thomas massaged each firm globe from the base toward the nipple, forcing more hot blood into each tip, until the nipples were burstingly erect and super sensitive, a deep reddish brown. Then he oiled each nipple in turn, twisting, pulling, teasing. Sharon's mouth was slack and open, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, her legs sprawled open, her cunt flooding with juice. As Thomas worked on her breasts, his heavy cock bumped against Sharon's thighs, the inside of her legs, and when he leaned forward to oil Sharon's ears and face, his cock squirmed heavily across her taut stomach. It leaked clear pre-cum, strings of crystalline fluid that stretched from one of Sharon's sharp hipbones to her ribcage. As Thomas worked further on her face, his stiff cock dragged across her breasts, a thread of crystal cum connecting one of Sharon's stiff nipples to the head of his cock. Sue was entranced. "God, Sharon, he covering you with juice," Sue breathed. "I've never SEEN anything so sexy!" Thomas turned and smiled at Sue, flexing his cock. It was fully, burstingly erect, 9 inches, the head an angry purple, shining and smooth, the shaft bloated with fat veins, the slit at the end weeping clear tears. "God," murmured Sue, lying back, caressing her stomach and breasts unconsciously. "What a beautiful cock!" Thomas looked down, flexed his prick again and clear drops of pre-cum welled up out of the dilating slit. As he went back to oiling Sharon, his cock smeared more glistening juicy trails across her tanned greasy skin. After a while, Sharon rolled over on her back and laid there lazily, totally aroused, her legs open, her wet cunt shamelessly displayed. She played with her pussy, her hands dripping with the slick, warm oil. Sue got her hands and knees, jutted her ass up high and Thomas went to work on her. His soft hands glided over Sue tight asscheeks, then moved sensuously over her tingling anus. "Um, Thomas, I love that." Sue moaned pushing her ass back. Thomas gently drove three fingers into Sue's vagina. She was so wet and so oily. Her whole body seemed open...craving penetration. Thomas' cock seared Sue's leg, hot and dripping with his juice. Her thigh and ass glistened with pre-cum. She wiped her fingers across the smears and brought them to her mouth. He was sweet and tangy. "Thomas," Sue breathed. "Fuck me." "Yes!" groaned Sharon, rising to her knees, wiggling over behind Thomas and taking his huge cock in her hands. Sharon's hands could barely fit around the immense penis. She aimed it at Sue's flared cunt, put her lips to Thomas' ear and whispered. "Push your cock in Sue's cunt, Thomas!" Sue was very tight but there was so much oil and so much juice that Thomas' slid right in. Nine delicious inches! Sue felt her clit pulled hard, her pussy lips stretched beautifully. She fucked back hard. Thomas cupped Sue's breasts with one big hand, held her trim waist with the other and fucked her fully, with deep thrilling strokes. Sue didn't last long. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth opened in a silent scream and her cunt clenched! "Uh OH GOD!" Sue groaned, "I'm cumming already! OH OH OH!" Sue's beautiful blond hair whipped around, strands sticking to her oily shoulders. She arched her back gracefully, threw her head back, threw her breasts forward, tipped her ass higher and her cunt exploded in a flurry of hot clenches and tingles. Thomas timed his thrusts to Sue cum pulses, skewering her with quick hip thrusts as her orgasm built furiously, then, slowly waned. "Uh! Uh! Ummmmmmmmmmm," Sue finally moaned. Thomas had held back, but barely. He pulled his cock free and glared at Sharon, in a rage of arousal. She knelt, her weight on her elbows and knees, her trim ass straight up. Sharon knew what she wanted. "Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass." "Sharon! Oh, God," moaned Sue, coming to her senses. But she took Thomas' steely cock and brought it to Sharon's pink anus. "Wait," she said and grabbed Thomas' oilcan. She sprayed Sharon's ass and Thomas' cock until they dripped. "Now," Sue smiled, pushing hard on Thomas' cock. Sharon breathed hard as Thomas put his huge cock head on her pink pucker, pressed gently and slid straight in. Sue reached under and cupped Sharon's pussy, rubbing the wet, oily lips and clit. Thomas' cock bottomed out. "Uh. Uh," he grunted. Sharon was tight and hot. His balls drew up, his ass clenching. He pulled out and drove back in, slowly but powerfully.. "Ummm! Ummm!" Sharon loved it! Assfucking always made her feel so full and so nasty! Her eyes were wide, her mouth open, a thin string of saliva again drooling out of the corner of her mouth. Her ass was stuffed! Thomas' strokes into her butt pulled at her pussy lips, hooding and unhooding her clit. The sensations were electric! She turned to her girlfriend. "Oh! Oh! Sue!" "Yes baby?" "Sue! Sue!" Sharon could barely speak. "It feels so good!" Sue loved watching Sharon take Thomas' huge cock in her ass. Her own anus twitched in sympathy and she felt her juices flow again. Sue wanted Sharon to cum. Wanted to see Thomas cum too. And she knew how to have it happen. Sue dug her fingers into Thomas' tight ass. He glared at her, their eyes locked and Sue brought her oily hand to Thomas' anus, probing and tickling. Thomas' grunted and eyes began to roll up. Sue reached with her free hand a cupped Sharon's chin, lining her friends face up with hers, looking into her eyes. Then Sue gave Sharon a big kiss, right on her lips, driving her tongue warmly into Sharon's mouth. "Oh, Lord!" Thomas' cock exploded. A big knot of cum splashed into Sharon's ass. "AHHHH!" moaned Sharon pulling her lips off Sue's. "I'm...I'M... Uh! MMMMMM! I'm cumming....." She drove her little butt back at Thomas, loving the hot blast of his sperm in her ass. "Cumming!" groaned Thomas. Sue wanted to see the immense cock explode. "Show us!" she cried. Thomas' cock backed out of Sharon's ass, splattering semen as it went. He hosed Sharon ass. She twitched with each hot spurt, her orgasm in synch with his. Thomas' cream filled the gap in Sharon's ass in three shots, running down to cover her cunt in warm slime, a liquid, white thong. "God!" moaned Sue, "Look at all that cum!" Thomas turned toward Sue, blew her a kiss, stroked his cock and splattered Sue's breasts with a spray of warm droplets. "Um! You are SUCH a sexy man!" said Sue. Thomas, still unable to talk, splattered her again. Sue couldn't believe one man could give up so much juice. She dropped a hand to her cunt and two strokes brought her off again. She fell forward into Thomas' arms. The three were a tangle of arms and legs, twitching in their aftershocks, all covered with oil and cum... Well, that's the beginning of our trip to Libre Island. I can't wait to tell you the rest, including the jerk & jilloff contest...another Libre tradition...but SueNH has urged me to let her post this much. Hope you enjoyed my little tale (no double entendre, I swear!). LIBRE ISLAND part 4 of 6 The afternoon with Thomas, his spray can of oil, and his immense prick left Sharon and Sue full of energy. Their Libre Island vacation was working out wonderfully. The next day was brilliantly sunny but dry and breezy. The two friends slipped into bikinis and wandered over to the CocoBar. Tyla was there, looking breathtaking in a brilliant yellow thong bikini. "Well, hello, you two," Tyla purred in her deep voice. "I hear you met my friend, Thomas." Tyla's bikini top was low cut, her cleavage deep and dark, her nipples poking out against the thin nylon of her suit. "Ummmmm, yes, I'd say we met your friend!" said Sharon darting her eyes from Tyla's tits to the women's gorgeous green eyed face. "Tyla, you should have warned us about Thomas!" laughed Sue. "That is SOME man!" ""Some BIG man, you mean!" laughed Tyla. "I've been afraid of Thomas' prick ever since the contest. If I were alone with that stud, I wouldn't know whether to run away or..." "Contest?" said Sue. "What contest?" "Nothing," Tyla smiled. "What contest? insisted Sharon. "Oh sweetie, that's just for us islanders. No visitors allowed." Sharon and Sue sat up with interest. "Tell us!" they begged. Tyla poured three cold drinks and led the way to a quiet table in the shade. Sue and Sharon marveled again at her fantastic body. Tyla's little ass was so high and hard...and so naked in her little thong. The three snuggled in close as Tyla told her secret. "We have jerk off contests!" Sharon felt her pussy flush hot and go wet. Sue's nipples throbbed. "You what?" asked Sue. "The guys jack off. The girls jill off. We perform for each other. It's not really a contest, no prizes, just for fun! Don't you tell anyone!" "God!" exclaimed Sharon. "Tyla! Please, please..." "What?" "Take us!" "Sorry, sweetie, I can't." "Tyla! I think we've...qualified." Tyla laughed. "You two are SOMETHING...but...I don't know." Sharon put her arm around Tyla and kissed her ear. "Now, now, wouldn't two more...performers...just spice things up?" "Ummmmmmmm...I don't know...ummmmmm...kiss me again," Tyla told Sharon. Sharon took Tyla's face in her hands and kissed her softly on the lips, then deeper and more passionately. Tyla's nipples tingled. She leaned back against Sue, who wrapped her arms around Tyla's bare shoulders. "How can we convince you?" murmured Sharon, sucking on Tyla's lower lip. Sue cupped Tyla's heavy breasts, scratching her fingers across the big bumps Tyla's nipples made in the yellow nylon. Tyla was breathing hard, her nostrils flaring. Sue dropped one hand to Tyla's hard stomach and ran her fingernails lower... "Please, please," whispered Sue, her fingers tracing their way across hard stomach muscles to the yellow nylon, then sensuously across the bikini bottom toward Tyla's mound. Tyla kissed Sharon harder and rolled her hips higher. Sue pressed her finger into Tyla's pussy through her thin suit, dragged her finger up Tyla's pulpy furrow until she reached the top of Tyla's suit, then slowly slid her hand in to cupped the gasping girl's scalding cunt. The outer labia were flared open, wetly, Tyla's clit erect. Sue brought her fingertips to the soft mouth of Tyla's vagina, hesitated a moment just to tease, then slid two fingers in. "UH! Oh God, Sue!" moaned Tyla, hunching her hips forward, forcing her cunt back against Sue's strong hand. Sharon sat up, watched Tyla's hips pump powerfully, impaling her cunt on Sue's fingers. She reached down and untied Tyla's top. Tyla's big breasts burst out. "God Tyla," breathed Sharon. "You have the most gorgeous tits!" Sharon lowered her mouth and kissed Tyla's nipples noisily, going from one to the other, sucking, drawing blood into each fat tip, until they were tense and taut, hotly erect, stinging with little shocks that zinged straight to Tyla's pussy. Sue pumped her fingers juicily into Tyla's vagina, the heel of her hand pressing down on the girl's cunt. Sue could feel Tyla's clit enlarge and stiffen dramatically. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" Tyla sobbed, her pussy quaking quickly to a climax. "Pull my n-n-nipples, Shar---Sharon!" Tyla sounded like she would cry. "Sue! Sue! Oh GOD! Sue, go fast! Do it hard!" Sharon pumped her fingers perfectly in Tyla's pussy! Sharon pulled Tyla's nipples to full erections, Tyla's tits shimmying from side to side as the Tyra Banks look-alike began to cum hard... "Ugggghhhhhhh! Ugggghhhhhhhhhh!" Tyra put her arms under her heavy breasts and lifted them for Sharon's attention. She screwed her cunt back onto Sue's fingers...as Sue pushed back, hard. She could feel Tyla's vagina quivering. Sharon drew in one of Tyra's nipples, and sucked firmly. "AWWWWWWWWW! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Tyla screamed, her eye rolling back in ecstasy. Slowly her orgasm peaked and subsided...her pussy pulsing on Sue's fingers, her nipples super erect and tingling. "Ummmmmmm! Oh God! Ummmmmm!" Tyla crooned, her eye still closed. Her pussy quivered. She shuddered. "OK. OK. You two can come to our little contest! Umm, Oh God, I think I can come again right now!' Sue and Sharon smiled at one another and went back to work on their gorgeous friend. LIBRE ISLAND part 5 of 6 Tyla called late the next afternoon. "Come to East End Beach at 5 this afternoon. And I hope you're not bashful!" Thomas was there. Tyla's husband, Derrick, too. Plus a couple Sue and Sharon had not met, Darla and Henry, and Tyla's younger sister, Suzanne. Darla was about 30, a pretty blond, tall and full bodied. Her slim waist accented her round hips and full breasts that strained at her cotton mini dress. Her legs were long and shapely. Darla's face was striking, set off by brilliant blue eyes and a wide full mouth. "Hi, Sue, Sharon," Darla smiled. "Welcome to the group." Darla's husband Henry looked a bit like Tom Cruise, the dark haired All-American type, but his accent was all Australian. "'Ello Ladies!," Henry boomed. "You two are damn GORGEOUS!" Darla turned and smiled at her happy husband. "Well sweetheart, you'll get a chance to show them just how gorgeous you think they are! Henry cuddled Darla and kissed her neck. "Don't you worry love! I'm in the mood to SHOWOFF!" Everyone laughed. Suzanne seemed shy. Like Tyla, she was lightskinned, the classic beautiful Caribbean mulatto, a wonderful cross between one white, fair parent and one dark black parent. Her lips were full, her nose delicate, her eyes huge and green with thin arched shiny black eyebrows. Her hair, like Tyla's was a mass of light brown, blond highlighted curls. But where Tyla's body was right out of Playboy, busty and curvy, Suzanne was hard as a rock. Her breasts stood out dramatically but only because her ribcage was full. They were very firm. Suzanne wore no bra and her nipples, which were very long and thick, pressed into her tee shirt. Her arms and legs were very slender and muscular, her waist very small and her ass as tiny and tight as Thomas'. Tyla's husband, Derrick, began. "Well, everyone, I guess you can see that we have two guests tonight. Get to know Sue and Sharon while we relax now." He smiled and shook his blond head. "I KNOW you will like them!" 0- Everyone drank rum, ate clams and crusty bread and laughed for nearly an hour. Darla was in a group with Sue, Derrick and Henry when she suddenly announced, "You know, I am really horny all of a sudden!" "You are, are you?" teased Henry, her husband. "And what are you just thinking about?" "Ohh, Henry, I was just thinking about showing all these pretty people my breasts," Darla was breathing harder now, staring at Henry's face. "You were?" Henry said, feigning surprise. "Yes!" breathed Darla. "And then showing them my pussy!" "Oh God Darla!" croaked Henry. Nothing turned the hunky Australian more than a hot show by his foxy wife. Darla lifted a slim hand to one big breast, teasing at the nipple through the thin cotton of her dress. "My nipples are so hot," she murmured, "so hot..." She raised her other hand and teased her other breast, her arms crossed gracefully across her jutting bosom. The others made themselves comfortable in the circle of lounges and armchairs. The late afternoon sun bathed the scene in an orange light, the sound of waves blending with Darla's breathing... "Show us your pussy!" cried Henry jerking off with long strokes, his cock hard as stone, so fat that his hand could barely encircle it... "Say it again!" groaned Darla, holding her cunt tightly thru her wet panties. Her big tits shimmied on her chest, both nipples juttingly erect.. "Show...us...your...pussy," Henry could barely speak. He whipped his eyes around the group. Thomas stared at Darla, stroking his cock firmly. Suzanne's hips bounced like she was getting fucked, her mouth falling open. Derrick's cock rose like a giant cobra up through the waistband of his shorts. He rubbed the head with the pads of two fingers, spreading his precum, jerking with the sensation but saving his arousal... Sue and Sharon too were saving their orgasms but watching, breathing hard, their nipples erect, their faces flushed... "Show us!" urged Henry. "Please, girl!" Thomas chimed in, begging, "You want us to look at you Darla?" "Oh God!" groaned Darla. The gorgeous girl hooked her fingers in the little panties, lifted her legs and in a second she was naked. "Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm" she moaned, loving the eyes on her. She blew a kiss to Thomas and to Henry and let her legs fall open. "Oh God!" groaned Henry. His balls drew up tight, boiling juice seething inside. Darla's lower cunt lips were shaved. Her pussy gaped open wetly, the inner lips bright pink and glistening with juice. Her clit jutted out of its sheath. A beautiful cunt, totally aroused. Darla was panting, lightheaded, her ears hot, so close to orgasm... "Ummmmmmmmm!" Thomas felt himself losing control. He had the strongest urge to splatter... Henry's balls jolted... Darla wanted to wait but she couldn't. She dropped her right hand to her hard stomach, extending one finger and touched her clitsheath... Thomas felt the head of his cock go hot, felt his balls clutch... Darla brought her left hand under her right breast, extended a finger... "Ahhhhh!"... and flicked the hard nipple... Henry looked one last time at Tyla, Suzanne, Sharon. Sue blew him a kiss. "Cream your wife!" Sue urged... Darla pulled her clitsheath back. "Ugh! Ugh!" Pinched her nipple. "UMMMMM!" Then used her second finger to touch her exposed clit! "AHHHHH! UGGGGHHHHH!" I'M..."... Thomas' cock erupted. "UMMMMMM!" A big streamer of cum arched high over Darla's head... Darla's orgasm knocked her head back. "OHHHHH! OHHHHH!" A squirt of juice splashed out of her vagina. "AGGGGHHHHH! AGGGGGHHHHH!" Darla tried to look up at Henry, at Thomas, but she was cumming too hard! "Ummmm! Ummmm! OH! GOOOODDDD!" Darla flick her clit in time to her spasms... Thomas fired another shot clear over Darla's head. "UGH!" moaned Henry, staring at his wife shuddering before him. A string of Thomas' cum fell on her breasts. Henry pulled the skin tight on his cock, his fist slammed into his bloated balls and he came, hard! "AHHHHHHHHH! OH! OH! DARLA! DARLA! LOOK! LOOK! LOOK!" Darla lifted her head in time. A big surge of cream welled up out of Henry's cockmouth and splattered Darla's thighs and stomach... Sue, Suzanne and Sharon stared... "More baby! more!" urged Darla, timing her cum pulses now to her husband's... "UGGGHHHHH!" shouted Henry. His ass clenched and another huge splatter of cream burst out. He hosed Darla's pussy and fingers... "OH! You nasty nasty man!" Henry's cum was so hot! It burned Darla's belly and made her clit fire harder... "Oh God!" moaned Suzanne. The slim girl couldn't stand the show! "Henry! Thomas! Shoot! Shoot! Oh I love the juice!" "H-H-Henry?" groaned Thomas, staring at Darla. "Ugh! C-C-Can I?..." "Yes! Go!" answered Henry. Thomas aimed his cock at Darla as a huge streamer of cum blasted from his slit. The juice splattered Darla's breasts. Thomas fired again, creaming Darla's cunt and thighs... Suzanne plunged her hand into her bikini bottom, stroked her cunt and moaned. "So much! So much cum!" Henry stared, incredibly turned on. He fisted his cock. His balls and stomach twinged and the cream shot from his cock right at Thomas! The cum hosed his friend's cock, covering it with thick sperm!... "OH GOD!" cried Suzanne. "Henry! That is so sexy!" A second later she was cumming. "Ugh! OH! Thomas! Thomas Do Henry! Cream him back!" Thomas glared at his immense cock, all spattered with Henry's juice. His hand slipped and slid in all the cum. His eyes flicked to Suzanne, turned on by her quick arousal... "Yes!" cried Darla, "Cream my husband!" Thomas felt a huge wad well up. "GRRRRR!" he growled. He aimed and a big blast of cream blew out of his cockhead...spattering Henry's cock and balls and his jerkoff hand! "Ugh!" UGH!" grunted Henry. It was hot! His balls quivered and he fired a shot back. The sperm struck Thomas' cockhead and drooled down the shaft... "Oh God! Oh GOD!" Darla was cumming again, hard, jamming her fist into her cunt. "T-T-That is soooo hot!" Suzanna was grunting, cumming very hard, staring at Henry and Thomas' and Darla's cumfest... A few more shots and the guys were done...covered in one another's sperm, their hands and bellies glistening, big white streamers dripping from their erections. And even more cream all over Darla! It was a sweaty, juicy mess! LIBRE ISLAND part 6 of 6 The others were incredibly aroused. Now it was Tyla's turn. She did a sexy strip showing off her perfect body, all tits and a tight butt. Derrick was entranced. "Sharon?" Tyla said, sitting down in an armchair. "I saw you slap your clit the other day? Teach me how to cum that way?" "What if I show you?" "Ummm, perfect, but I have to tell you, after Thomas and Henry and Darla and my sexy little sister, Suzanne, I won't last long!" "Neither will I!" smiled Sharon. She wiggled over to a chair opposite Tyla's and began a strip of her own. Sharon loved her big tits and loved to show them to appreciative friends. She teased, dropping her bra top away and covering her nipples, them, finally revealing all. "Sue, you too!" urged Tyla. Sue hissed with arousal. She couldn't wait to get naked. She turned her back to the group, dropped her suit and let everyone look at her round ass. Then, Sue leaned forward, letting her pussy peak out from between her lean thighs. "Oh Jesus!" groaned Derrick, "Tyla, look at Sue!" Sue dropped a finger between her legs and made sure Derrick saw her tease her wet pussy. She dragged the tip of her finger slowly thru her cunt, then drilled it into her vagina. Her G spot was swollen and electric. A few touches and Sue was gasping! Then she spun around. Sue's breasts were perfect, firm and jiggly, with the sexiest squared off nipples Derrick had ever see. Sue pouted at Derrick, looked down and pouted at her nipple, looked back at Derrick and blew him a kiss, then stuck out her tongue and dragged it over the tingling tip of her tit. Derrick was breathing harder and harder. He loved Sue's breasts and so did his wife! "Sue, Sharon, give me a nipple kiss," giggled Tyla. They knew what she meant. The two friends went to Tyla, knelt and brought their breasts down just opposite hers. Derrick stared, his cock pounding erect, two inches over the top of his shorts, the head a deep purple... Sharon leaned forward and let her nipples kiss Tyla's. Both girl's gasped. The sensation was electric. One hot, stiff nipple against another...pressing, bending...catching. This was supposed to be a jerk off contest but Tyla and Sharon pressed against one another more urgently, dying to make love... Then Sue, dragging her nipples across Tyla's and Sharon's, loving the electric prickles as the stiff nipples tugged and pulled at each other! They heard a ripping sound. Derrick tearing his shorts off to get at his bursting cock! He took it in his fist and jerked off! "Ummmm! Yes! Look Tyla!" Sharon murmured. "We're driving your husband crazy!" Derrick was a wild man! She staggered to a position just in front of Tyla, Sue and Sharon, standing with legs bent, the muscles in his chest and belly and thigh in sharp relief. And Derrick's cock was bursting! "Tyla, lover, I think Derrick is losing it!" laughed Sue. "Derrick honey, are you going to make a mess?" Derrick stared back wild eyed. "Yes!!" He stroked his prick proudly. "Oh God!" Sue loved Derrick's audaciousness! Her pussy twinged. She swiveled around in her chair, faced Derrick and pulled her legs back. Her pussy gaped open wetly. Sue drove two fingers into her vagina, pressing the heel of her hands against her clit. Tyla joined in, snuggling her chair in next to Sue's, showing Derrick her open cunt, sprawling back with her legs over Sue's. Tyla felt Sue's legs quiver as they played with their cunts. Sharon pulled another chair to where Derrick could see her as well as Sue and Tyla. She watched Derrick pounding his prick, Sue and Tyla caressing their cunts. What a rush! Sharon thought she might be able to cum just by watching; she was that turned on, but Tyla had asked her for something... "Umm, Tyla sweet?" Sharon whispered, watching Derrick's stomach muscles, so hard, so strong... "Yes Sharon? Oh Derrick honey I love when you jerk off for me!" "Ummmm!" Sharon had to hurry. She was losing control. "Tyla honey....Ummmmmm...Tyla...tear yourself away from that stud husband of yours and look at me!" "Love to look at you!" Tyla groaned. "T-T-Take your fingers like this. Roll your hips up so your clit is standing up tall..." Sharon opened her long legs, tilted up her hips and showed off her pussy. It was bare, slick smooth, and the inner cunt lips hung down heavily. Sharon's clit was huge, just like a little prick, with a shaft and a head. Tyla watched, still stroking her own clit. Sue's eyes flicked from Derrick's erection...his cockhead was dripping juice now...back to Sharon's cunt. She's seen this show before and always love it!... Slap! Slap! Sharon used the flat of her fingers to give her clit wet little slaps...her breasts quivering with each little stroke. Slap! Slap! Slap! Derrick glared at Sharon's show, loving her passion, loving how clean and naked and naughty her slick-shaved cunt looked and how gorgeously big her clit was! A pretty girl with big tits and a fat clit! Derrick felt his balls draw up... Sharon slapped harder! She and Derrick made eye contact. Her clit twittered in response! Sharon was going to cum! "TYLA!" Sharon groaned. "Try it! Oh God, it feels so good!" Sue reached over and whispered in Tyla's ear, "Do it honey! Slap your clit!" Tyla rolled her hips up. Sue put her hand on Tyla's mound and pulled back, baring Tyla's clit. It stood up pink and wet. Tyla looked down, lifted her hand and slapped gently. The pleasure shot thru her pussy to her anus and up to her nipples. Slap. Tyla's clit was burning. Slap. Tyla's ears were ringing, her hips thrusting. Slap! Tyla loved the feeling! Slap! Slap! "D-D-Derrick! Sharon! Sue!" Tyla's eyes were glazing over... Sue drove her fingers deeply into her vagina. Her G spot was on fire! She felt a huge orgasm suddenly seconds away!... Derrick glared at Sue. He loved the way her fingers disappeared, the way he hips danced. Sue was coming... And so was Derrick! "OH!" He cried. One sound and then a streamer of cum fired straight up out of his prick. Sue felt her cunt clench and then Derrick's cream splattered all over her stomach. "AHHHHH!" she cried, the hot juice driving her into an intense orgasm. "Ugh Ugh!" Sue's legs squirmed against Tyla's, their hips bumping together warmly. Sue's cunt clenched hard, the sensations spiraling up and up... "UGH! UGGGGHHH!" Derrick raged! Another huge burst of sperm arched onto Sue! She was drenched! So slimy! So Hot!! Tyla couldn't stand watching Derrick ejaculate on Sue! She slapped her clit on last time and exploded. "AHHHHHH!" Tyla's vagina clenched, splashing hot juice on Sue's legs! "UH! UH! UH! OH GOD! I'M cumming so hard!!" Tyla was screaming... Sharon's clit swelled to it's largest! Sue was shaking in her climax, Tyla was cumming so hard, and Derrick... "Derrick!" Sharon groaned, feeling her clit explode. "Derrick look at me!" Sharon twisted so Derrick could see her huge clit at the moment...it...exploded...! "AH! AHH!" Sharon began cumming, her anus clenching...her vagina quivering and her big clit...bursting! Derrick turned, looked at Sharon's incredible exhibition. They made eye contact! "C-C-Cream..." Sharon's cunt fired again. She was nearly fainting, her mouth open in ecstasy. "C-C-Cream me!" "Oh yes! Sharon!" Derrick's cock lurched at the request, a big gush of cum welling up out of his cockhead and splattering Sharon's pussy. "Derrick!" Derrick!" Sharon groaned. She jerked with each scalding splash... "Oh! Oh! So much cum!" Derrick's stroked hard and a big gush shot over Sharon to Tyla's pretty face! Tyla brought the juice to her mouth and the taste snapped her out of her orgasmic daze. The traditional ending...Tyla nuzzled up to her husband's huge cock. "A little more?" she crooned. Derrick spurted on her lips. "Ummm. More?" Derrick drooled cum on Tyla's cheek. "Yum!" Tyla pumped out the final few shots by hand, kissing the head of Derrick's cock as the cream oozed out onto her lips. Note: Originally, Sharon had wanted this to be the end of the story, but just before I posted it, I got a message from her announcing that she can't leave it alone, and will soon be providing additional chapters. Stay tuned. And please feel free to send email to her via my address of SueNH@AOL.com. LIBRE ISLAND part 7 For their last day on Libre Island, Sue and Sharon went for one more swim. The sea was so clear that snorkeling felt like flying. They skimmed over clouds of fish and hovered over the colorful reef. The water was 85 degrees, the sun beat down, and they were happy. "Head back?" asked Sharon, pulling her head out of the water to talk to Sue. "OK," Sue, "but look who's come to say goodbye." Sharon squinted into the sun, the droplets on her facemask obscuring her view of shore. Was that Derrick and Thomas? She pulled the mask off. Yes! The two sexiest men had come down to their hidden beach! Sue and Sharon stepped unsteadily onto the sand after nearly an hour in the water and walked unsteadily up onto the beach. Sue's hair was nearly white, her skin glowing with color. The sleek muscles in her legs were pumped up from the swim. Sue wore her black bikini, just the wickedly tiny bottom, a little pouch the front and a thin thong in the back. It made her feel so exposed, so naked. She loved it and the shocking effect it had on others. Sue was topless; she hadn't worn a bikini bra in ten days and her breasts were freckled and beautiful. They jiggled as Sue waded out of the sea, her alluring square-tipped nipples erect on the bulging pink areolae that projected from her grapefruit sized breasts. Sharon wore her white bikini bottom, very high cut so her legs looked long and lean. She, too, was topless...and top- heavy. As Sue's breasts quivered, Sharon's swayed heavily...tanned and round. Her nipples were stiff and puckered with the chill. Both women looked gorgeous. Derrick and Thomas stared lustily. "Hello gentlemen," said Sue, turning so Thomas could dry her back. "What brings you out here to this deserted beach?" Sharon strode mock-defiantly toward Derrick, the seawater dripping from her breasts. He admired her body, then let his eyes drift up to her eyes as she asked, teasingly, "You didn't come all the way out here just to see us, did you?" "Did you?" Sue repeated the question, turning to let Thomas dry her breasts. She could feel his hands molding her curves. "Actually," said Derrick, "We're already missing you. I can't believe you're leaving today." Derrick's handsome face gave away his genuine emotion. Thomas said, "We're really going to miss you. Sue, Sharon, you are so...alive and..." "And so pretty," added Derrick. "We just had to come down here and see you one more time. Tyla and Suzanne told us you'd walked this way... and we thought..." "That if you ladies wanted..." Thomas lowered his eyes to the ground, bashfully... "What?" teased Sue, flashing a quick glance at Sharon. "What?" "If we wanted what, Thomas?" chimed in Sharon, smiling to herself. "Oh Hell," blurted out Derrick. "We just really want to fuck with you both one more time..." "If you want," Thomas said hopefully. Sue began laughing, her breasts shimmying. Sharon joined in, throwing her head back with amusement. "What's so funny?" Thomas asked tentatively. Derrick had a quizzical look on his face. "You guys are So sweet!" laughed Sharon, "and so cute!" "Of course we'll fuck you!" laughed Sue. "We LOVE fucking you both!" Thomas and Derrick looked at one another and burst into laughter themselves, amused and relieved... They all relaxed for a while, drinking cold wine coolers and sunning, as Sharon and Sue warmed up from their swim. Sexual tension filled the air. They knew they were going to please one another. No need to rush... After a while, Sue noticed Thomas's huge cock bulge getting even larger. "Thomas, dear?" "Yes Sweet?" "Is your cock getting bigger?" Thomas squirmed and Sue saw his bulge twitch and enlarge further. "Yes, it's getting hard." "Ummm, it is? Why?" "Because seeing you and Sharon sitting her with your breasts naked and knowing we are all going be making love soon is turning me on!" "Ummmm, me too," said Sue. She hooked her fingers in the sides of her bikini bottom and pulled it off, her ass lifting gracefully. Sue sat on the blanket facing Thomas and Derrick and let her legs fall open so both men could see her cunt. The ragged inner lips were peeking out, her thin blond pussy hair parted to reveal her pink clit. It was erect and her pussy was wet. It looked spectacular, enticing...sexy. Thomas imitated Sue, pulling his suit off, sitting back to face Sue and Sharon, his legs apart, his knees comfortably bent. Thomas' stomach was flat and hard as a rock, his abdominal muscles sharply defined under his thin dark skin. His cock was hugely erect, the shaft fat and bulging with veins and very stiff, the head swollen and full and purplish, its skin pulled so tight that it shone, the cockslit gaping open. It looked a foot long. "God!" enthused Sharon, running her fingertips idly across her breasts and stiff nipples. She reached down and slipped out of her suit. Sharon's breasts were so big they made her hips look tiny. Her hipbones stood up, her stomach was flat, her thighs thin. She expanded her chest and heaved her tits up in a way she'd learned to make them look their best. "Ummmmmmmm" Thomas loved it, Sharon could tell. His cock jumped and a clear tear welled up out of his cockslit and ran down his immense prick staff. Sharon looked at him and then locked eyes with Derrick and let her legs fall open. Her inner pussy lips flowered out wetly, her clit erected even more and stood up proudly. Sharon felt like she could come... And Derrick hardly helped her keep her composure. He pulled that damn trick again, sucking in his hard stomach, until the purple head of his big dick popped right out over the waistband of his shorts... "Oh damn Derrick!" Sharon moaned. "I swear you'll make me cum if you don't stop that. God that looks so sexy!" Derrick smiled, blew Sharon a kiss and pulled off his suit. His prick looked damn near as big as Thomas', hot and hard. Sue felt her mouth watering. She moved gracefully to Thomas' side, put a warm arm on his shoulder and gave him a kiss. His arm felt warm against her breasts, his thigh hot against her thigh. Their tongues dueled gently. Thomas' was a wonderful kisser, but after a moment Sue pulled her mouth free and kissed her way down Thomas' chest. She nipped at his nipples with her teeth. He hissed and his cock twitched. Another drop of precum wept from his cockhead. Sue watched it make its way down down down Thomas steely cockshaft, as she ran her hands across his hard stomach and hard muscled thighs. "Thomas," said Sue. "I think you have the most beautiful cock I have ever seen." And before he could reply, Sue wrapped her hand around the fat shaft near the base, opened her mouth and pressed her lips down over Thomas' glans. He moaned and his eyes rolled back in his head. Sue's lips went lower and lower as she engulfed Thomas' gigantic prick. Sue felt the huge head fill her mouth, then enter her throat. She was so turned on, so relaxed, that she deep throated Thomas easily. Nearly a foot of cock disappeared into her mouth. She loved the feeling and hummed with pleasure. Thomas' legs quivered, his toes curling... Sue pulled back until a more manageable length of Thomas' cock filled her mouth and gave him a beautiful sucking, running her fingers over his balls and ass and belly at the same time. Sue looked at Thomas' face while she nursed on his cock, loving the effect she had on him... Derrick tore his eyes from the sight and scooted over next to Sharon. They kissed, watching Thomas and Sue, then, as the intimacy of the kissing had its effect they turned more toward one another kissed and nibbling each others lips lovingly. Derrick reached up and cupped one of Sharon's breasts, lifting and squeezing, pulling on her nipple firmly. He lowered his lips, took the fat nipple into his mouth and sucked. Sharon gasped. "Derrick, I'm so hot. I want you to fuck me right now!" "Ummmmm!" Derrick moaned, his mouth still wrapped around Sharon's tit peak. Sharon fell back on her elbows, her tits standing up, then shimmying to the side on her ribcage. Derrick got between her legs, grasped his stone hard cock in one big fist and fitted it against Sharon's loose, wet pussy lips. He was so excited he was practically panting. Sharon too was out of breath, overwhelmed with emotion. She looked at Derrick's eyes. They glittered with lust and arousal. His mouth was smiling but intense. Sharon flicked her eyes down to where Derrick purplish cockhead was pushing her pussy lips all out of shape. "Do it!' Sharon cried. LIBRE ISLAND part 8 Derrick snapped his hips and his huge cockhead disappeared into Sharon's vagina. She hissed with pleasure and pushed back. Derrick's cock slid in tightly...and deeply...and then out...and then in. So hot..So good! "Oh God," Sharon whispered in choking whisper. "Oh God, I can't wait. I'm cumming right now!" Derrick thrust in and out, in and out, feeling his orgasm overcoming him as quickly as Sharon's. His balls flushed red hot... Sharon's anus clenched very hard, her stomach muscles burst into hot tingles, her clit swelled to bursting... Derrick felt his balls pulse, then pulse again harder, felt a hot flash burst thru his stomach and race toward the base of his cock... "Sh-Sharon!!" Derrick roared, his eyes wide open, staring into Sharon's face. A big burst of sperm burst thru his cockshaft and flooded into Sharon. Then another. Derrick pumped his cock deeply, held it against Sharon's cervix and another hot burst of cream splashed into her. "AGGGHHH! AGGGHHHH!" Sharon couldn't control herself. Derrick spermy blast took her over the top. Her cunt convulsed into a huge orgasm. "UUUMMMMMMMM! AAHHHHHHHHHH!" Sharon was practically screaming with pleasure. Her clit was pulsing! Pulsing! Pulsing! Sue sucked harder on Thomas' cock, watching Sharon shudder thru her climax and watching Derrick hose her full of cum. She jerked hard on Thomas' cock and sucked on the head until Sharon and Derrick were finished, recovered, sitting up...and watching. "Thomas," Sue said, pulling her mouth off Thomas' penis, "sit back now and get comfortable." Thomas shook his head to clear the erotic cobwebs and knelt next to Sue, facing Sharon and Derrick, who'd cuddled up lovingly, Derrick big arms over Sue's shoulders, her arm around his waist. Thomas' cock stood up, fully erect, looking a foot tall as he knelt. Sue kissed his handsome face one time, then straddled his legs and brought her went cunt down so the lips draped over Thomas' cockhead. "Wait, you two," said Sharon. "Sue honey, turn to face us." "Whatever you want, Miss Sharon," Sue laughed, swinging around. Sue's gorgeous ass was in Thomas' face. He kissed each cheek, then licked Sue's anus. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the intense tickling sensation. It made her clit tingle and her vagina clench and she loved it. "Ummmmmmmmm." Sharon felt her pussy begin to come alive again. Derrick's cock began to fill with blood. Sharon ran her hand up and down the fattening shaft. Sue lifted up, fitted Thomas' cock to her pussy and before she could lower her weight, Thomas' flicked his hips up and his cockhead disappeared. "Oh, Thomas!" Sue cried, She looked down to where Thomas' cock entered her body. Her mouth fell open lustily and she drove her pussy down hard on Thomas' steel hard erection. "God! Sue!" cried Sharon. She and Derrick cuddled closer, enjoying the incredible show. Thomas' cock bottomed out, its huge bulk filling Sue's tight cunt thrillingly. Sue fell back against Thomas. He cupped her breasts, running his fingers over Sue's erect nipples, kissing her neck and plunging his cock in and out of her pussy. Sue ran her fingers over Thomas' thighs in a feathery light caress. The contrast between the intense stimulation from his cock and Sue's light tough drove Thomas insane! He felt his balls pulse and suddenly his orgasm was seconds away!... "Sue!" purred Sharon. "W-w-what, honey?" gasped Sue. "I'm going to write about you!" "Oh God!" moaned Sue. "about you and me?" "Yes! About you and me and about this moment!" "Tell me! Tell me!" "I'm going to write a story called Libre Island and send it to you and you're going to post it on the Internet!" "OH God!" cried Sue, her eyes rolling crazily, her hips dancing. Thomas' cock was so big Sue's pussy lips were all distorted, pink and wet and luscious as the fat prick drove in and out. "Sharon! Sharon!" "Yes and I'm going to write about how much you love Thomas' cock!" "I love it! I love it!" "And I'm going to write about how you sat on his lap today..." "And how he's fucking me sooooo good!..." "And how he pumped you so full of cream!..." "Yes! Yes! Oh, God, Sue! Thomas! I'm cumming!" Sue threw her head back and screamed, Her vagina clenched and her clit exploded. "Come good! Come good, honey! And I'll tell all your fans! All your fans how good you cum!" Sue's head lolled around on her shoulders, her body racked with spasms. Thomas drove his cock very deeply and groaned loudly. "Cream Sue!" cried Sharon. "Cream her pussy!" Thomas' balls pulsed hard and a surge of sperm splattered into Sue's cunt. He groaned again, "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" The shots were intense, the cream thick and plentiful. "Sue! Thomas is making such a pretty mess in your pussy! You know how your fans love it when you get all covered in cum!" Sue lifted her hips and pulled Thomas' cock free. Thick white cream drooled heavily out of her vagina. She was clogged with Thomas' sperm! And there was more. Sue wrapped her fist around Thomas' jerking shaft that stood up now between her legs and she stroked. A huge splurt of cream hosed her belly and the underside of her breasts! "Yes! Yes!" Sharon cried. "Do it Thomas! God I love the way this man cums! So much!" It took another half minute for Thomas to stop shooting and when he was done Sue was a happy girl, covered in cum from the bottom of her breasts to her thighs. "Sharon?" murmured Sue, running her fingertips idly thru the hot tracks of sperm on her belly. "I think they'll like reading about this. I think I'LL like reading about this!" Sue's nipples were rock hard, erect from her intense orgasm. She shuddered from head to foot. "Get started soon, OK?' "Promise," said Sharon and they all four laughed. It had been a great vacation! Sue and Sharon knew their many friends on the Internet would love reading all about it! Note from Sharon: Now that I've proofread these last two chapters, I have to go masturbate. It's the truth; I can't hide it. I have to cum now. Tell me, thru SueNH@AOL.com, what parts of this story turned you on the most? smooch! Thank you. The story that follows was written by Meursault6, who read my stories "Film At Eleven," and took up my suggestion to write something in response. His email address is Meursault6@aol.com, and he would like to get feedback from you. It really turns me on to know that my fantasies strike such a responsive chord in other people. If you would like to write something about your dreams of you and me, I'd love it. I would love to enlarge on this "With Sue" series of stories. NOTE: This story is, of course, for adults only-so don't read it if you don't think you can be mature about it. Reading and writing these stories should be acts of fantasy, and I hope that you can keep your notions of real and fantasy life separate in your mind. I know I can. If you would like to let me know what you think, or if you have a follow-up fantasy (which is something that I REALLY like), you can reach me at SueNH@AOL.com... but I can't promise to return your emails... I do have some other things to do in my real life! Waiting For Late Night (sequel to Sue's Film at Eleven) by Meursault6@aol.com It was one of those awkward moments. The intensity of the orgasm left my mind blank, spent. My whole body was weak as I lay on the ottoman, afraid that I might just flow of it into a puddle on the heart pine floor. I open my eyes and see Nina's back, lightly tan, and the twin orbs of her paler buttocks, mechanically, automatically, rising and falling over my softening cock. An automaton in cold physical reaction to the orgasm so warmly reached before. While I am spent. There is Sue. Sue who filmed this, who took this coitus to another level. She is putting down the handcorder on the table, still walking on with her bent knees. The crotch of her white leotard has bunched between the lips of her vagina, and her wetness has stained through to darken the fabric of her clothing. She is a fine looking women, her blonde hair cascading down her back, her long legs muscular and tanned. She told Nina and me earlier of her trip to the Caribbean, and the sensuousness of the beach and the sun. I'm so spent that I cannot speak. My cock softens so that the head drops out of the grasp of Nina's labia and thuds against my stomach. It is oiled with our fluids, gleaming in the light of the fire that burns next to us. Nina's rhythmic motion is so subtle now I can only discern it from the contractions of her shoulders, I cannot detect the small rise and fall of her body. She still straddles me, and beneath the cleft of her buttocks I can see the stringy droplets resulting from our friction spilling from her and sticking to the dewy hair on my upper thighs. Her right hand reaches behind her, between her parted thighs, and I feel Nina's fingers curl around my limp prick. I can feel their tips adhere to the goo that mists my member, and the tightness of the bond when she pulls her hand away. Nina unstraddles from over my torso, swinging her leg over me and the ottoman. I can see her thighs gleam from our spill. She walks over to the chair were the towel lies spread, our pubic hair scattered and stuck to the threads by the shaving lubricant we used earlier. From her silhouette projected on the wall I watch as Nina wipes herself clean. I look around the shadowy room with the flicking flames casting a varied depth of light, but cannot see Sue. Nina leaves, after finding the towel was soiled, to wash herself. I lie naked on my back and close my eyes. I remember. I can feel the walls of Nina's vagina engulf me, slipping over my erection like a soft suede glove flexes and grips my fingers. And the way her the muscles of her vagina rippled over the length of cock once it was fully embedded in her. At that moment I was lost, clenching and unclenching my scrotum and feeling the vibrations pulse along my length. My eyes closed. Nina pulsing my cock. I don't know where I was, somewhere in the agony before the ecstasy. Another universe. And then I felt the alien touch, the cool finger pushing up the underside of my cock, toward the head. Nina's lips parted to let the tip into the intimate union we shared. Where two there was three. Nina's cunt massaged me, the finger massaged us, the nail at its end scratching against the underside of my cock head, its tear muted by the wetness of Nina's secretions. It was so weird. I just lay there, trying to control my eruption. Then Nina spasmodically rose and dropped hard onto my prick; I knew she was coming. The finger pressed against my cock with Nina's rhythm, and I opened my eyes, looked at Sue's face hovering above Nina's thigh, Sue's eyes intent as she massaged me and Nina, Nina hovering above my mushroom head, and I came. Somehow Sue was the keystone to that moment. I am back now. Reliving that orgasm, each sensation is some catharsis to reenter the real world. My brain is here. The room is dark, and only red embers glow from the fire place. The wood is damp and the room smoky, it reminds me of the wet Appalachian apple orchards of the harvest times of my youth. Naked I throw some more logs on the coals and stoke the fire. The little light from the fireplace emits a gauzy reflection off the window panes, but I see a white ghost beyond them on the screen porch. The flames behind me warm my back and backside, but my chest feels cold. I can feel the damp coldness wash over from the lake and through the open door. Sue does not turn when I come out to the porch, but stares at the ice dark lake water, or perhaps the fast-moving cumulus clouds that are the silver lining of a starry sky. For the first time I hear the wind whistling. I watch as my hands grasp the upper arms of Sue. She does not flinch, she knows I am there. I want to press my body against her back, but for some reason I know there should be a space there. Sue has witnessed. The intimacy between us. Sue has shared it, but not been an integrated actor in our play. Sue has been there with Nina and me, but in a cameo role. I can understand the indignant flexing of her back, and the way her shoulders melt into my palms. I ask Sue if she would like to come back inside, now that the fire is roaring. It is cold out here. We sit beside one another, separated by a duenna's palm width of propriety, she in her gleaming leotard while I am naked. I watch as the light from the burning logs flicker over her face. There are almost-freckles on her cheeks that almost glow as the tongues of flame lick outward in the fireplace. I can feel Sue's flush rise from the warmth of the blaze before us. I long to feel the heat rise from her flesh, but feel it is inappropriate. We stare at the depth of the fire, apart, together. Nina comes into the room. She bears a tray with a bottle of wine and three glasses and sets it down on the table in front of the overstuffed couch catty corner to the Ottoman where I sit beside Sue. Nina is wearing a silk wrap around gown that barely reaches to the top of her thighs and that is translucent in the roar of the fire. Nina's light brown hair drops over this fine material and seems to be organic, pulsing in the light of the flames. She tells me to clean myself, and I realize that our outpourings have gelled on my lower body. I leave, as instructed and wash my genitals in the sink of white tiled bathroom. The warm water from the faucet flows over my nether parts, the bar of soap cleaning with its bubbling lather. In the bedroom I find a pair of grey cotton drawstring pants and a black T- shirt and put these on. Five minutes have passed when I return to the room. From the top of the varnished stairs I can see the fire has ebbed, and that Nina and Sue sit close together on the couch. Their bodies are white, but the luminescence of Nina's gown glares over the whiteness of Sue's body suit. Their arms and heads are dull shadows, Sue's blonde head a nightlight, Nina's light brown hair a texture in the penumbra. I walk down the stairs behind the couch. For a moment I think that Sue is crying. Her head is almost buried into the crotch of Nina's armpit, and Nina is caressing Sue's back. My bare feet let me move silently across the hardwood floor and I catch Nina's glance and its message. Slowly Nina's caresses pull the straps of Sue's leotard off her shoulders. I place my hands on Sue's neck, my fingers dwelling over its nape, tracing over the shape of the vertebrae. I help push the straps down Sue's upper arms and palm the corner of each shoulder with each hand, as I held her earlier on the porch. Again I want to press my body against her back. Nina nuzzles Sue's cheek and neck. I watch as Nina slowly works the top of Sue's leotard down. I can see from my vantage point, behind the couch, the warm swells of her breasts emerge to the light. Sue's nipples are distended, almost like grub worms, in their erectness. I long to pinch them, or at least cup her breasts like I do her shoulders, but instead I watch as Nina's nose and mouth trace a line of kisses and pressure to the cleavage between Sue's breasts. For a moment I am entranced. I know Sue is older than us, but I admire the tendons that stretch from the outer underside of her breasts. She is so in shape. This slight bow to gravity only enhances her beauty, a mote that makes her perfect. I feel drawn to her, so I kneel on the floor. I press my face under her hair and kiss the space against her neck that Nina just recently vacated. I can feel Sue's breath expelling downwards on to my face, with its aromas of Shiraz, apple and Nina. I close my eyes and bury my face behind Sue's left ear, drowning in the sea of her silky hair. Blinded, my left hand explores on its own. I sense it tracing down Sue's forearm and can see in my mind's eye it forays over Sue's speckled tanned skin. Instinctively I know that Nina has moved on. As I kiss Sue's hair line behind her ear, my hand bridges that gap between her ulna and ribs and my fingers feel the crease where her left breast meets her chest. My fingers reach upwards over the spherical incline until I feel her knotty nipple between the cleft of my middle and index finger. I squeeze my digits, clasping her breast and pinching Sue's nipple warmly, not tightly. To check on Nina I remove my face from the nest of Sue's hair. Nina is almost kneeling on the couch. Sue's leotard has been pulled down to below her waist and rests tightly over her tips. My right hand slips from Sue's shoulder to mirror imaged my left. It holds her breast, and I gently pinch my fingers together and fell the nubbins of her nipples enveloped in the soft web of flesh between my longest fingers. My mouth finds hers, and we kiss. Sue's eyes close when our lips entwine, but I look down and watch as Nina's tongue swirls around and into Sue's navel. I can see Nina pulling down the bunched leotard with her left hand, trying to bring it over Sue's jutting pelvis, while her Nina's right hand strokes the tops of Sue's thighs. Almost imperceptibly Sue's legs begin to widen. I kiss Sue stronger, and think I see the damp spot over the crotch of her leotard expand Nina lifts her head from Sue's stomach and kneels on the floor. Swiftly she lifts Sue's legs over her head and lays them on lengthwise on the couch. This movement breaks my kiss with Sue, whose head falls onto the seat of the sofa. I kneel in a vacuum behind the couch. Nina pulls at the leotard bunched at Sue's waist, and I watch as Sue lifts her hips so as to allow Nina to fully undress her. I watch as the white clothing is stripped down Sue's legs and hoops through the final hurdle of her ankles. I look up the parallel legs to where they meet* on a juncture of a thinly haired, blonde mons. I think back to earlier in the evening when Nina and I shaved our pubic hair before the lens of the camera held by Sue. This pulls my attention to my groin, and the semi-stiffness pressing against the fabric of my loose pants. Nina rests her head on the tops of Sue's thighs, and I watch as Nina's tongues searches through the curly tendrils of Sue's sparse thatch. Sue's legs widen, almost reluctantly, and Nina's tongue slides over the pebble-like clitoris and darts between Sue's outer labia. My fingers touch Sue's temples, and trace downwards over the outline over her cheekbone to her chin. She turns her face so that her mouth can entrap my right index finger to the second knuckle and sucks its length hard. I escape Sue's mouth. My fingers trace over the sharp outline of Sue's collar bone, and down the ridge between her breasts. Her skin is soft but somehow my fingertips can feel the dimple of every pore. My hands are instinctively drawn to and dance over the mounds of Sue's breasts. I lean over the back of the couch and grasp a nipple in my mouth. I let my teeth clench it while my tongue washes it with my saliva. I pull my face away, still gripping the erect flesh, almost trying to strip it of its skin, and then give the same attention to its twin. My tongue then plies its trades around the swollen aureoles at the base of each nipple. I can feel my hard on trying to escape through the waistband of my casual pants. Nina is engulfing. When I look down, I can see Nina's reddening cheeks. Nina's whole mouth is locked around the opening of your vagina and encompasses the base of your mons. She is sucking like she sucked my cock earlier, drawing the blood to Sue's tissue surface and sucking Sue's aroused. While I can't see it I know that as she sucks Nina's tongue is working. I imagine it stroking the crevasses of Sue's labia, darting over Sue's clitoris. I watch Sue's stomach convulse, knowing what Nina is doing with her tongue. As Sue relaxes Nina release her kiss, and looks to me. I stand and step out of my pants. I walk to the front of the couch after moving the coffee table to give us some more room. I kneel next to Nina, who is kissing and suckling the area between Sue's navel and slit, and kiss Sue. She is shaking, and it is hard for our lips to press together, but I feel her hand run up my thigh, gently touch my balls, and then ring her thumb and index finger around the base of my cock. I feel the orbit follow my length, stopping beneath the base of the head. Sue's digits massage my foreskin, attempting to pull it over the stretching head of my prick. I can feel Sue pull me toward her. Nina moves aside to let be by and I crawl on the couch. All this time Sue's fingers are locked around me. As I lower myself, Sue guides the head of my cock against the folds of her labia. I enter a heated grotto. The walls of her vagina grip me but allow me to slide easily into her. This is not like the tight familiar confines of Nina. It is warm, it is welcoming. Very slowly I begin to thrust in and out. I enjoy every fold of Sue's flesh rippling over my length. Sue's upper thighs grip my hips, and then slowly move up my body, clenching my waist, then the lower reaches of my ribcage. I keep my thrusting slow, but then withdraw to swing her legs over my shoulders, enter her again and feel the backs of her knees clenching my shoulders. I will not speed up this slow deliberate rhythm, though I sense Sue wants to push harder and faster. Nina has lifted Sue's head and now sits on the couch, cradling Sue's head in her hairless crotch. Nina' robe has opened, and I can see the erectness of her pink nipples. I look at Nina's face as she watches me fuck Sue. Nina is almost disinterested as she stares at me. Automatically she wipes sweat from Sue's brow and her head nods slightly with each thrust of my cock into Sue. I can taste the smell emanating from Sue, from every pore, but I'm locked in my stare with Nina. Nina shakes her head and I withdraw my cock from Sue. I lean back against the arm of the couch and watch as Sue maneuvers over me. She sits in my lap. I can feel her middle finger against the underside of my cock as she directs its length into her. The soft folds of her labia engulf my cock head as Sue lowers her body onto mine. The finger pressing against my prick enters with me and Sue cups my balls with the palm of her hand. Sue lifts and drops in a slow rhythm that matches the slothful pace I took earlier. Sue's eyes are closed, and I feel her pubic bone crush against my own, and she gyrates her hips over my placid pelvis. I can feel Sue's vagina gripping and ungripping me, not as tightly as Nina can, but in an erstwhile imitation. Our breasts press together, sweaty from out exertions. Sue's elongated nipples rubbed against my own. Nina's hands intervene. She is behind Sue, and cups Sue breasts. At first I thought it was to aid our sensuality, but Nina tries to pull Sue's back down the couch. Sue does this, pulling my cock down to an obtuse angle that makes it hard to fuck her. Nina tries to aim her hairless crotch onto Sue's face, but I can see this makes Sue uncomfortable. I take Nina's hand as I slide down the couch so that I now lie on my back, away from resting on the sofa's armrest. Sue grabs my cock and straddles me, looming over me. Soon she begins to rise and fall over the length of my cock. Her slippery cunt almost loses grip at the apex of her rhythm, but the strong downward force of her body holds me in place. Sue has quickened her pace. Nina sits on the arm of the couch and slowly lower her hips. I reach out to touch her with my tongue. I can see her dew condensing on the inner opening between her labia. Nina is aroused, so I see, from the swelling and darkening of her labia. She lowers her crotch on my face, so that my nose pushes against the tight orchid of her anus and my mouth and tongue dwell over her cunt. I work my lips and tongue on her, tasting every drop that emanates. Sue is working my cock, ever faster. I feel her cup my balls and squeeze them, while her other hand holds the base of shaft with two fingers and a thumb and rubs it in a beat totally different from the hips that pound around me. I feel like I have two cocks, fucking or be fucked at different paces. And they are both about to come. Nina leans forward and kisses Sue. One of Nina's hands caresses the point of union between me and Sue, fingers forming a ring above Sue's and matching Sue's crazy hand jive; another finger strokes Sue's clitoris in that same rhythm. Nina's other hand floats over Sue's breast, massaging them, Soon I feel one of Sue's hands passing through the hairless crotch above my face, and my tongue laps the index finger that finds it way into my mouth. I can feel Sue's urgency as she pounds me. Nina starts to rub herself across my face. My left hand joins Nina's rubbing the outer reaches of Sue crotch. Nina is gushing into my mouth. I think my pelvis will shatter from Sue's pounding. I fell my prick being sucked by Sue's orgasm, and as it is released momentarily my welling come gushes into her. Sue rises again gripping, almost sucking, and thrusts down again as another spurt escapes me. Nina is literally grinding into my face. I think this heaven, but there are always awkward moments after you enter. (*inspired by the now-dead, former Italian Prime Minister, Aldo Moro's description that "the Christian Democrats and the Communist parties pursue parallel courses that will eventually meet"). With Sue: Lab Partners The story that follows was written by someone who read my stories in alt.sex.stories, and took up my suggestion to write something in response. It really turns me on to know that my fantasies strike such a responsive chord in other people. If you would like to write something about your dreams of you and me, I'd love it. I would love to enlarge on this "With Sue" series of stories. In this case, the writer chooses to keep his total anonymity, so if you have comments, you'll have to send them to me. NOTE: This story is, of course, for adults only-so don't read it if you don't think you can be mature about it. Reading and writing these stories should be acts of fantasy, and I hope that you can keep your notions of real and fantasy life separate in your mind. I know I can. If you would like to let me know what you think, or if you have a follow-up fantasy (which is something that I REALLY like), you can reach me at SueNH@AOL.com... but I can't promise to return your emails... I do have some other things to do in my real life! With Sue: "Lab Partners" As I sat in the darkness of my room, listening to the soft laughter and muted conversation drifting down the hallway, I found myself pondering the strange and exciting progression of events that had led to this moment.... Wayne and I had been room-mates since our undergrad days. It started off as a random assignment in the dorm lottery, but it worked so well that when it came time to move off-campus, it made sense to lease a house together. We had been lab partners in lower division studies, research partners in graduate work, and now having both been recruited by the same biotech start-up, we found ourselves sharing a lab once again. Over the course of several years, Wayne and I became good friends, almost like brothers. Kinda hard not to when you spend almost every conscious moment together. So it was probably normal to wonder what would change when Sue joined the research project. She came on-line about 3 months ago. Since I had poured so much personal time and effort into this project, it would not have been unusual for me to be skeptical about her - or anyone's - ability to meaningfully contribute. Wayne later said he felt the same, almost even feeling territorial about the work we had done. But to be honest, her research abilities never crossed my mind when the administrator introduced her... the badge on her lab coat may have said 'Dr.', but the way she filled it out was shouting 'woman'. And I was listening. Sue set aside my professional concerns pretty quickly. Within a week she was up to speed on the project, and within another week she was making a real difference. It was a good match - Wayne is very hands-on, I'm very theoretical, and Sue is enough of both to be able to help make things move forward. Within a month we were a solid team, working together in the lab, and having fun. Yes, definitely having fun. That was an element that Sue contributed all on her own. With a musical laugh, a mischievous personality, and a teasing playfulness, we definitely had more fun in the lab. She had made it very clear at the beginning that she would not be getting involved with anyone she worked with - something about keeping her fantasy life and her real life well separated. But that never kept her from displaying her femininity... or us from noticing it. For one thing, she almost never wears a bra. It's fairly obvious, even through a lab coat, that she doesn't need to, but I don't think that's the whole reason. I think she really enjoys being a little bit of a tease, a little bit of a exhibitionist, and if Wayne or I happened to be faced with a panorama of cleavage while she leaned over to study the latest computer run, well, that seemed to be all right with Sue. If her lab-coat fell open and uncovered her long tanned legs to view, she didn't seem to mind us viewing. And it was always a treat to be in the clean-room with her, where the chilled air encouraged her nipples to harden under my eager gaze. At first, Wayne and I tried to keep things professional in the lab. Sure, we'd have a good laugh at home about the idea of peeking down her blouse like schoolboys. And I'm sure each of us was fantasizing about just exactly what was under that lab coat, and what we would do it she were to share it with one or the other of us. I know I was - I had some full- on raging Technicolor fantasies, with Sue as the star. But as fun as it was to daydream while gazing at a beautiful woman across the room, none of that seemed like it was ever going to go anywhere. Until Wayne made the connection. Wayne had discovered alt.sex.stories one day while surfing the net, and showed some of the stories to me. Some of them were pretty bizarre, but there was one author that I liked. In fact, more than once I found myself quietly printing out a copy of one of her stories, and heading off to the men's room to read through a favorite passage one-handed. I suspect Wayne was doing the same. Hell, how could any man not be lit up by those stories? It became almost a daily ritual to scan the newsgroup to see if there was a new offering from "SueNH@aol.com". It never occurred to us that Sue-on-the-net might be Sue- from-work until "Sue's Overture" hit the wire. Wayne brought it home, and with a big grin on his face read it out loud: very blond (check) 5'9", about 120, pretty slim (check) straight hair, hangs to just above her breasts (check) half- cantaloupe size tits (check) nipples long and hard, with sort of a squared-off end (check, check - hey, I've studied those for hours at a time). All the way through the whole post, the author's self-description confirmed what we could see, and fleshed out my fantasies of what I couldn't see. With an incredulous laugh, Wayne said "so that's what she does in her spare time!" Of course, confirming it might be touchy. Does one just come out and ask, "are you the one who's writing those stories I beat off to every day"? No, something about that doesn't seem right. Neither one of us really ever had the nerve to broach the subject directly, but eventually we managed to drop enough hints and load enough questions with innuendo, she came right out and asked if we had seen her stories. And she was really interested in talking about them. In hindsight it shouldn't have been a surprise. Those wonderfully erotic images could not have come from a woman who was not in touch with her own desires. She was fascinated by the fact that her words on a screen had resulted in real live throbbing hard-ons. She was interested in knowing which scenarios and descriptions had turned each of us on. And through the conversation something was happening that was almost like watching a butterfly emerge from a cocoon... before our eyes her professional veneer peeled away, leaving an unobstructed view into the very blue eyes of a very exciting woman. And as she described her thoughts, her fantasies, her deepest desires, it became clear she was excited, too. Things changed in our lab. Subtly, but definitely. The playfulness was still there, the teasing was still there. Perhaps it was just more out in the open. Pressing against each other in the lab was no longer so innocent - it seemed as though she were consciously and deliciously pressing herself against one or the other of us, part of her teasing, yet another part of her stoking her own arousal with the knowledge of ours. Our minds were still focused on our project goals, but our bodies were acutely aware of the sexual tension that lingered in the room, the promise of pleasure left unfulfilled I also noticed that Sue's style of dress went through some subtle changes. No longer simply casual, yet not outwardly provocative, her attire was inviting and revealing in a soft and seductive way. Her lab coat was almost never buttoned any longer, and the skirts and blouses she wore beneath seemed deliberately chosen to display her charms. Wrap- around skirts that flew open as she walked, exposing a long lovely expanse of leg; a hint of white lace in the v-neck of a sweater, delicately framing her slender neck and accentuating the swell of her breasts. One day she wore a simple scoop-neck white blouse that seemed molded to those wonderful mounds, and as she walked by the pale skin surrounding her cleavage danced and jiggled in an almost irresistible way. I had to fight not to grab her around the waist and bury my head in her bosom and inhale her. Oh, and the topics she chose to talk about... I suspect that if we had asked her some of the questions we got, she'd have grounds for a sexual harassment complaint. But she seemed to enjoy watching us squirm when she asked what things we like to have women do, or what it felt like to come in a woman's mouth. She asked which of her stories we liked, and why. She asked if either of us had ever had a group experience, or if the two of us had ever shared a woman. Mostly, it seemed that she wanted to know what it felt like to be a man, and what it felt like to make love to a woman. She never quite got around to saying that the no-coworkers rule had been rescinded, but when Wayne asked her if she would help him celebrate on his birthday, Sue smiled and said yes. The silence from the other room pulled me out of my daydream. No more soft sounds wafting down the hallway, only the crackle of the logs in the fireplace. I wondered how long I had been lost in my thoughts. Thinking that they had left, I wandered towards the living room... but stopped short when I realized that they were still on the couch, only silent now. They were sitting beside one another, he with his arm around her waist, both gazing contentedly at the fire. Sue had kicked her shoes off, and had her stockinged feet on the coffee table, legs crossed at the ankles. This was the first time I had seen Sue outside the lab, and I admit to being a little surprised yet again at the way she was dressed. I'm not sure what I expected, but this was neither the casual attire from work, nor the sexy dress she described (and I fantasized about) in 'The Cocktail Table'. What I saw was a beautiful blonde woman in a simple calf- length cotton summer dress, the kind that buttons down the front. Modest V-neck, hint of lace here and there, hair up and off her neck, framing her face in a halo of golden highlights. Simple, yes, but God, what a vision. I hesitated to step out of the hallway. I didn't want to interrupt, and instinctively I knew that my presence would break whatever mood was developing.... and, I suppose, much as I wanted to be a part of things, this was, after all, to be their night, to be whatever they wanted it to be. I almost turned to go back to my room... but as I started to back away, Wayne turned to say something, and when she looked up in response, it happened. I don't know what it was, only Wayne saw it... but whatever he saw kept his words unsaid as he leaned down and pressed his lips gently against hers. Her chin lifted slightly as she stretched to meet his kiss. In the flickering light of the fire I could see their lips move, their mouths open as their tongues reached tentatively out towards one another. Wayne drew away for a moment, and as Sue opened her eyes he met her look with a questioning expression. Her response, delivered with a smoky smile, was to reach up and capture Wayne in her arms, and draw him back to her lips. No words spoken, but volumes of communication passed through that gaze... curiosity, concern, hesitant desire on his part... and smoldering arousal on hers. I had never really seen anyone 'make out' before. Sure, I'd watched porno movies, but those never really have any seduction in them, just sex. Part of me wondered if they would take it 'that far', but then I recalled Sue's no- coworkers rule, and decided that the kiss was as far as it was going to go. Still, here were a couple of people sharing their first kiss, a heart-achingly real and romantic moment, full of expressions of hope and desire. And unbeknownst to them, they were sharing it with me. While my mind wrestled with the tableau being painted before me in live, real-time action, I stood watching, unable to walk away Wayne certainly didn't need to be persuaded to continue, that much is for sure. I certainly would have done the same... heck, assume green light until told otherwise, right? He returned to her lips with enthusiasm, capturing her tongue in his mouth, nipping gently at her lips and throat with his teeth, drawing wet trails along her neck and shoulders with his lips. Every once in a while he would happen across a spot that Sue really seemed to enjoy, as evidenced by the little gasps of pleasure that escaped from her. I noticed that she really enjoyed when he kissed the little hollow just behind her ear, at the top of her neck. I was aware, too, that his hands were no longer idle. One hand was around her waist, and didn't have a lot of mobility, but the other was free to roam, and was beginning to exercise that freedom. At first he was caressing her cheek, cupping her face in his hands. Before too long his hand had migrated down her neck, pausing on her shoulder before dropping, oh-so-casually onto the upper slope of her breast. Oh, those breasts. The soft white swell rising above the edge of her neckline, hinting and promising at what was hidden beneath. I have to say, it was a very odd feeling, watching this. So many mixed emotions running through my head. I wanted to watch, silently, as this unfolded, careful not to change it by my presence. I also wanted to be a part of it. I wanted it to be me touching that glorious skin, kissing those soft lips, and more. I was happy for my room-mate, and jealous at the same time. And excited. Oh, man, my blood was boiling and my cock was starting to rise in vicarious readiness. Lacking a way to resolve the conflict, I stood rooted in place, silently transfixed, participating without involvement. As if with a mind of its own, Wayne's hand continued, slowly moving, touching, caressing, until finally it fully covered the mound of her breast. This, for guys, is the moment of truth: is she going to stop me? Is she going to ignore it? We never know, and it is always an achingly anxious moment. I have no idea how hard Wayne's heart was beating right then.... but mine was about jumping out of my chest with anticipation, and I was fully 6 feet away! Slowly, oh so slowly, Sue responded in a most wonderfully affirmative way. Her hand moved up from her side, gently touched Wayne's hand, and then continued up to the top button on her dress, and languidly unbuttoned it! Moving back to his hand, Sue stroked his fingers and gently moved them towards the new opening in the neckline of her dress. Then when it was clear that Wayne had found the opening, and had gotten the message, her hand embarked an exploration of its own, followed his arm to his shoulder, then down to his chest This seemed to electrify Wayne. With a soft cry of delight, he unbuttoned two or three more buttons at the top of Sue's dress, enough to be able to slide his hand within, and touch the bare skin of her breast. From my vantage point, I could see his fingers molding and softly squeezing her tit, moving under the cloth to find and tease her nipple. At the same time, Sue was reaching down along his side, dropping to his waist, looking for a way under his rugby shirt. Things were visibly heating up, as each of them began breathing more audibly, and sighing with pleasure at each new discovery. Wayne withdrew his hand, and began unbuttoning more buttons. When he had opened 4 or 5, he was able to open Sue's dress to her waist, and began sliding it off her shoulder. I was surprised to see that she had worn a bra. Well, not really much of a bra. Silky and lacy, in a soft peach color, it really did more to display her breasts than to support them. The demi-cups were filled to capacity with the warm, inviting swell of her tit-flesh, and her nipples were clearly visible poking through the open lace that rimmed each cup. As I watched, Wayne rolled the edge of one cup down a little, and grasping her nipple between his thumb and finger rolled it to full erectness. Sue moaned at this intense stimulation, arching her back to press her tit fully into his hand. Sue seemed really impatient to have her tits naked in Wayne's hands, as both her hands rose to the valley of her cleavage, and popped the front latch of her bra. All of a sudden, the breasts that I had dreamed about were fully exposed to my view, less than two meters away. What a wonderful sight - firm and soft and glowing in the soft light of the fire, bouncing slightly with her movements, with her nipples fully extended and erect. Of course, my unobstructed view was short-lived, as Wayne pushed her bra- straps off her shoulders, then bent over to take one nipple between his lips as he gently twisted and pulled the other with his fingers. I had to wonder what that felt like - for each of them. As I watched, Sue's head lolled back on her neck and she began to breathe rapidly, so clearly she was enjoying Wayne's fingers and tongue. And for Wayne, well, to have those prizes bare and warm under his touch and taste must have been heavenly. I watched as his hands roamed between them, molding and squeezing, stroking and caressing, all the while kissing and sucking and licking at Sue's exposed tits and hard nipples. This was clearly getting to Sue. As if shaking off a fog, she drew Wayne's face to hers and began hungrily kissing him, sucking her tongue into her mouth as she sought out his nipples with her free hand. She found the bottom of his shirt and slid beneath it, moving her hand about until she alighted on first one nipple, then the other, mimicking what he was doing to hers, perhaps to illustrate the pleasure he was giving her. Wayne once again broke the kiss and returned his mouth to her tits, and as he sucked her nipple between his lips he began to slide his hand lower, and slipping his hand over her flat tummy, along her sleek hips to the hem of her dress, reaching almost to where her delicate ankles were still crossed. Slowly at first, then more determined as she showed no sign of resistance, Wayne worked the hem of her dress up past her knees, along her stockinged thighs, finally dipping beneath the cloth to caress her legs. I watched as his hand entered this cloth-shrouded cavern between her legs, first his fingers disappearing into the darkness, then his whole hand. When had reached halfway up her thighs, I heard him gasp and he drew away to look at her. She smiled, whispered something I couldn't catch. I heard him sigh, and kiss her more recklessly as he started working at the remaining buttons of her dress. It wasn't until he had unfastened the last and laid her bare to his (and my) eyes, that I understood his gasp. Under her simple dress, Sue had dressed to thrill. Matching her lacy peach bra was a pair of sheer silk panties, through which the texture of her pubic hair could be plainly seen. And circling the tops of her thighs were the lace borders of a pair of thigh-high stockings. The gasp I heard was when Wayne reached the top of her hose and found the warm bare skin of Sue's inner thigh, inviting his eager touch. I don't know what Wayne was thinking (or if Wayne was thinking), but I was hit with the full import of this unveiling. It meant that Sue was not only allowing Wayne to undress her, but that she had anticipated it when she dressed for the evening, and chose her underclothes to make it as exciting as possible for him. I don't know about most guys, but that's a highly erotic concept for me... to know that the woman wants it as much as I do, and goes out of her way to make my heart race. Of course, I had the luxury of time to think about such things. Wayne was busy. While nibbling on her neck and her breasts, his hands were roaming between the lace edge of her stockings and the elastic edge of her panties. As she languidly uncrossed her legs and parted her thighs, I could see that the panties tapered away to only a thin string disappearing between the cheeks of her ass, and had a growing wet spot right at the center of the crotch. Sue guided Wayne's hand to her mound with one hand, while the other held his head against her breast. He caressed her pussy through the thin silk of her panties for a moment, pressing his finger into the vertical crease of her lips, rubbing the place where the wetness had begun to spread, tracing the bottom border to the edge of her ass cheeks, enjoying the tactile contrast between warm skin and cool silk. After a moment, he traced the edges with his fingers until he found a gap between her warm skin and the cloth covering it. From my place in the darkness of the hallway, I could clearly see as his fingers dipped beneath the silk and brushed through the fine blonde hair adorning her mound. Stroking, caressing, probing, slowly yet urgently, I watched as the fingers, seemingly disembodied, reached lowed and lower until they dipped into the wet slit between her pussy lips. Again, Sue seemed impatient to be naked under Wayne's touch. She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hands out of her panties... but before he had a chance to react or protest, she arched her back to lift her hips off the couch, slid her panties down and off her legs, and kicked them away. Even in the dim light of the fire, I could see that her self- description was true - when excited, Sue's cunt lips swell and separate, a very inviting (and exciting) sight. Kissing Wayne deeply, she guided his hand back to the warm wetness of her pussy, and sighed with pleasure as he began to explore the excited core of her pleasure. She seemed to be paralyzed by the sensations he was providing, for other than her kiss she was momentarily passive. I was transfixed by the sight of my best friend's fingers exploring, and then disappearing into our lab partner's pussy, and I was again struck by a sense of surreal conflict: Part of me was detached, as if watching an X-rated video, seeing an anonymous couple go at it for the camera. But it periodically occurred to me that there was no camera, and this was no anonymous couple. These were people that I knew well, that I saw daily in the cloak of everyday life, and they were making love to each other not 6 feet away from me. I was mesmerized by the view, every cell and membrane in my body was paying full attention to the scene before me, and yearning to be a part of it. My cock was so hard it ached, and I could feel a wet spot of my own, as my pre-come began to leak out of my hole in ready anticipation. Wayne definitely knew what he was doing. Each of us had had girlfriends from time to time, and had talked about sex on a number of occasions, but I had no real concept of his 'technique', and seeing him strumming chords on her responsive body was fascinating. His fingers gently combed through the fine hair on her mound, and periodically dipped into the crease in her lips past the nubbin of her clit, eliciting a gasp each time. Teasingly, he avoided her hotspot for several moments, then brushed directly over it, catching her by surprise. I could clearly see his fingers enter her pussy, parting the full lips and stroking the hot, wet flesh in search of the g-spot we had read so much about. I could see his finger glisten with her juices as he traced her lips, then gently spread them to expose her clit to his touch. For her part, Sue's breathing had been getting very ragged. Several times it seemed as though she were well on the way to coming, but each time Wayne backed away, stroking the skin of her thighs and ass as if to calm her. It was obvious that he knew just how to get her going, but also obvious that he wanted this to last for a while. After the third time that he backed away, Sue broke their hungry kiss, opened her heavy-lidded blue eyes, and in a gasping voice said "Wayne, that feels so good, pleeeeeese don't stop". Wayne grinned, and said "Sue, I'm just getting started. Why don't you lie back and relax for a while". With a gentle push, Wayne encouraged Sue to turn slightly and lean back. When she was done, she was lying on her back on the couch, one leg behind Wayne, the other still on the coffee table. What a sight! Even from six feet away, I drank in every detail, from her beautiful blue eyes turned smoky with excitement, to her delicate feet still covered in sheer hose. And in between lay one gorgeous and fully turned-on woman. Breasts full and soft on her chest, nipples fully erect, sparse blonde hair framing pussy lips that were fully engorged and open and wet, just as she had described. Laid out across my field of view, I had new appreciation for just how well she was put together. Her firm breasts were the perfect counterpoint to a high, tight butt, perched wonderfully atop a pair of long and slender legs. Still fully dressed, Wayne knelt on the couch between her smooth thighs and began to kiss his way down the length of her body. Taking time to suck each nipple lovingly between his lips, he traced a trail with his tongue down past her ribs, detouring briefly at her navel, then down some more. When he got to her crotch, he playfully started to tease her again... kissing her warm thighs, her stomach, licking along the edge of her pussy lips, but getting nowhere near her clit. Sue was having none of that. She reached down and grabbed his head with her hands, and guided his face directly into her cunt. In case he was at all slow in taking the hint, she raised her hips off the couch a couple of times, rubbing her clit against the tip of his nose. "Lick me, Wayne", she moaned, "taste my pussy, make me come". Wayne got the hint. Gently holding her lips apart with the fingers of one hand, he gently lowered the tip of his tongue to the very point of her clit, causing her to gasp with the intensity of the direct contact. As he began to lick and suck at her most tender flesh, a finger of his other hand probed between her full, wet cunt lips, seeking the g-spot at her core. I could definitely tell when he found it - her body went rigid as if with an electric shock, and then it seemed as if every part of her became more open. Her mouth opened, her head tilted back as she began to pant, and her thighs spread a little wider, as if trying to draw Wayne and his insistent fingers farther into her body. Standing there, watching that, I was so into the scene that the fantasy of doing it and the reality of seeing it blended together. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to be causing those gasps and squeals of pleasure. I wanted to be licking her. I wanted to be tasting her juices as I probed her pussy with my tongue. I wanted to taste her juices..... then it struck me. She had kicked her panties off, they were probably around here somewhere. I glanced around, and saw that they lay in a crumpled heap, halfway between the coffee table and my place of concealment. Without really giving any conscious thought, I noticed that Sue's eyes were closed, Wayne's vision was blocked by the mound of the pussy he was busy eating, I crossed those three feet to retrieve the panties and quickly returned to the safety of the dark hall. Once there, it didn't seem like I was in control of my own actions. I could feel one hand loosen the string of my old sweatpants and begin to withdraw my hard cock, while the other hand brought Sue's panties to my face. As I inhaled the scent of her pussy, I watched my best friend licking her and listened to her gasps of excitement and pleasure, and began to stroke my cock. Wayne was now stroking two fingers in an increasingly demanding rhythm, sawing in and out of her hot cunt as he licked her clit, pressing his fingers up so they grazed her g-spot on each out-stroke. Unconsciously I adopted the same rhythm as I stroked my own cock in the darkness. Under my steadily pumping fist, the pre-come that had leaked from the tip of my penis made slick, syrupy noises in sympathetic accompaniment to the sounds coming from the couch. I could see Sue's back arch as she pressed her mound against Wayne's lips, impossibly yearning for still more stimulation. I watched as her legs rhythmically squeezed around his torso and then spread wide for his access. When they weren't being used to draw her knees up and apart, holding herself open for him, Sue's hands were busy on her own tits, tweaking her nipples and squeezing the hot mounds, ratcheting her own pleasure higher. I heard a low moan of pleasure from somewhere, a new sound full of passion and wanting and lust. In the heartbeat before I realized it was coming from me, I saw Sue's head turn in my direction, her eyes slowly opening. Before I could withdraw into the shadows, she saw me.... one hand holding her silk panties to my face, drinking in her aroma, the other hand stroking my cock in the same rhythm as the fingers penetrating her cunt, my eyes locked on her undulating body. As our eyes met, a look of surprise crossed her face, then an understanding smile.... Watching Sue come was like watching daybreak splash inexorably across the slopes of the rockies. It started in her toes, which curled and clenched with erotic tension. The soles of her feet arched, and I could see the muscles in her calves draw tight. By the time the wave of pleasure reached her thighs, her legs were trembling and quivering, the skin visibly vibrating in the amber firelight. Her feet pressed down and her back arched, lifting her until only her feet and shoulders were still touching the couch. As Wayne continued to coax her higher, towards the peak she so desperately wanted, I could actually see a bright blush of excitement spread like a heat rash between her breasts, down across her abdomen and up towards her slender throat. As the her passion built, I could see the soft pads of her nipples bloom outward, as the squared-off points swelled and darkened. Her hands grasped at his head, clawing passionately through his hair, her straightened arms pushed her tits together into a bottomless valley of radiant pink flesh. I realized, as I stood and watched from my now-revealed hiding place, that through the course of her orgasm Sue's breathing had stopped. I think mine had, too. The only sound in the room was the muffled squish of Wayne's fingers as they continued to plunge in and out of her soaking cunt. As the glow of her still-peaking orgasm rose further up her neck to her face, I could hear her begin to wail, almost like the whistle of an approaching train. The sound grew in pitch and intensity until the peak caught her, and then she exploded. With a gasp, her hips thrust up and back, her ass-cheeks flexed and jiggled, as if rising to meet and impale herself on his hand. Her breath came in rhythmic grunts as the wave caught took control of her muscles, tossing her about in its fury. Wayne fought to keep his mouth on her cunt as it undulated and pulsed before him. I could see his cheeks pucker as he sucked directly on her clit, adding intensity to the avalanche of excitement that was coursing through every part of her body. And through it all, her eyes were wide open, and locked on mine. I think that was the most exciting thing I've ever seen a woman do. It was as though, even while her body was writhing in the throes of uncontrollable wave of pleasure, she managed to keep her eyes open, gazing into mine, to consciously open herself up and share this most intimate and precious moment with me. Then it was past. While Wayne amused himself by gently licking her thighs and rubbing his hands over the skin of her still-spasming butt, Sue gestured to me. "Come here", she implored. At the fragile sound of her shaky voice, Wayne looked up and saw me. "How long have you been there?" he asked with laughter in his voice. More than a little embarrassed at being caught peeping - I shrugged and said nothing. "Come hold me", she said again, and lifted her arms in my direction as she lay naked before me. About that time I remembered that my pants were around my ankles, and my hard cock was poking out from the end of my motionless fist. Caught between a compelling desire to take her in my arms, and an embarrassed impulse to cover up and run, I stood motionless, as if rooted to the spot. Finally Sue, in a voice breathy but firm said "It turns me on to see how you guys work together in the lab. I was hoping you guys would... uh... work together with me." Wayne said "you're already dressed for the party, you might as well join in." How could I say no to that? Without further thought or hesitation, I silently kicked the crumpled pants off my bare feet, and crossed the two paces to the couch. I sat on the end near her head, and when I was settled she skootched herself up until her upper body was laying across my lap. As I took her in my arms, she said "I was hoping you would be here. It didn't seem right to do this without you" and reached up to kiss me. Wow, what lips. I met her open mouth with my own, brushing her tousled hair out of her face, cradling her head in my hands. I was instantly lost in the sensations... smell, taste, touch, all heavenly. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and began to wrestle mine, a match I eagerly joined. Have you ever had that feeling of falling when you kiss, sort of like time and space have dropped away? Well this was like that. Her lips were soft and full, her breath sweet, and at that moment nothing else existed in my world. Well, that is until a moan snaked out from between her lips. It wasn't until then that I remembered the woman I was kissing was almost completely naked, and my best friend was between her nylon-clad legs, merrily licking the juices from her pussy. What an exciting image! Each time Wayne brushed a particularly sensitive spot, I could feel her quiver with an aftershock of the orgasm he had just given her. I could feel her heart beating against my arm, I could feel the quick intake of her breath, I could feel her hot skin against my own... all while acutely aware that she was being licked and caressed by another man at the same time. Sue broke our kiss and sat up. For a panicked moment I thought that she was going to get up and leave, and I thought I was going to die at the idea that I could no longer touch her. But she only went far enough to draw Wayne up to his knees, and begin to kiss and caress him. She reached up her arms and placed them around his neck, sharing with him the lips and tongue that so recently had been mine. For a flash I was insanely jealous, and put my arms around her to pull her back to me. But in putting my arms around her, I found those magnificent tits. Still burning with the heat of her excitement, the skin of her body was hot and moist and firm and soft all at the same time. From my position behind her, I took both her breasts in my hands, cupping them and gently squeezing them together. She seemed to like that, as she moaned slightly and arched her back slightly. While I amused myself with her long-dreamed-about tits, Sue's hands were busy too. Looking over her shoulder, I could see that with one hand she was stroking and squeezing the length of Wayne's still-covered dick, and rubbing his chest up inside his shirt with the other. Wayne, who had so selflessly pleased her moments before, was quickly reacting to the onslaught of her attentions. I watched as her hand reached down and began to pull up the bottom of Wayne's shirt. He grasped it and started to peel it up, and when it was past she leaned forward to take one of his nipples in her mouth. I heard Wayne gasp, for the first time in a while, and his breathing became audible as she licked and sucked and gently bit that sensitive nubbin of flesh. She laved the smooth expanse of his chest with her tongue, kissing and caressing everywhere, yet always drawn back to his nipples as if they were magnetized. With my eyes I followed her other hand to his belt, which she opened with surprising dexterity. Next I heard the soft pop of the button, and the sigh of his zipper as she eased it down the length of his groin. Her hand covered the bulge made by his brief-covered penis, and stroked up and down for a moment, lingering over the wet spot at the tip. Finally she tugged gently at the waistband of his underpants, and dipped her hand inside, much as he had done with hers. I could only imagine what the cool skin of her hand felt like against the taut skin of his hard-on. He, by now, had been hard continuously for over a half-hour (as had I), and this was the first time it had been touched by anything other than his clothes. Immediately he began to sigh, and swayed slightly as his knees weakened under the stimulation. Sue left Wayne's nipples with a soft kiss, and bent down to look at Wayne's dick. I confess, I did to. As he wriggled his pants and underwear past his hips, and struggled to remove them past his knees (while still kneeling!) Outside of a porn movie, this was the first time I had ever seen an erect penis other than my own. I noticed that his was longer than mine... but not quite so thick. After a moment, Wayne had freed himself from his clothes, and was again kneeling between Sue's legs. I was holding her from behind, fondling her tits, caressing her skin wherever I could reach it, pressing my own hot skin against hers, my cock momentarily content to be lodged against the soft flesh of her hips. Seemingly oblivious to my presence, Sue's hands performed a hypnotic dance over the surface of Wayne's hardness, grasping its bulk in one hand while sliding the other down to caress his balls, and dip further into the darkness below. I could readily imagine what she was doing, but didn't need to, as Wayne's moans and whispers perfectly accompanied the movements of her fingers. For my part, I was entranced with the sensation of the heavy softness of her breasts tightening and bouncing gently in my hands as she moved her hands up and down along the length of my friend's cock. After a moment, Sue scooped up a finger-full of the clear pre-come she had coaxed from the head of his penis, and brought it to her lips. Looking him square in the eye as she licked his warm fluid from her hand, she said "Tastes great. Shall we see if it's filling?" With a playful laugh, she slowly lowered her body back against mine, and spread her legs. As she lay back, she held onto his penis, drawing him farther into the v of her thighs. At once she began to rub the head of his cock against her clit, rhythmically using her own body to arouse him further. From my vantage point, I could her hand moving, up and back, and periodically I could see the pinkish head of his penis part through her pubic hair and ride up along her slit, growing redder and wetter with each pass. She was so wet and open by this time, it almost seemed that his head was ironing her lips into that distinctive butterfly shape. I sat and watched, one part silent observer and one part involved. I still had her magnificent tits in my hands, and could feel her body respond in pleasure each time I roughly strummed my thumbs across her swollen nipples. I could feel her twitch in my arms as the cock she held in her hands brushed across her throbbing clit yet again. Most of all, I could feel her skin, everywhere I touched, glowing with the heat of her arousal. Wayne started rocking slightly on his knees, contributing to the movement of his clock across Sue's clit. After several moments of this, without moving anything but her hips, Sue arched her back while Wayne stroked forward, and captured his cock between her lips. He gasped. She shuddered. I watched in awe as the wet mushroom head of his cock spread her swollen lips, then began slowly, amazingly to disappear between them. I don't know how Wayne kept from just mashing himself into her. I probably would have. But with impressive restraint, he playfully turned the tables on Sue. He withdrew slightly, until with a soft 'plop' the head of his cock drew free of her cunt, and began.... rubbing the head against her clit again. Sue moaned, and tried to capture his length within her, and each time she tried he teased her a little, and backed away. When it was almost at the point that I couldn't stand the tension anymore, Sue bucked up at the same instant that Wayne rocked forward, and all of a sudden he was in her to the hilt. Sue and Wayne moaned in sweet harmony at the sensations they had caused for each other. For a moment, everyone froze, Wayne with his cock buried fully inside Sue's pussy, me with my hands on her tits and my face buried in her fragrant blonde hair. For about two heartbeats, nobody moved... and then Wayne's eyes opened wide in surprise. "Can you feel that?" Sue asked. "Feel it?" he gasped. "Hell, if you keep doing that I'm going to finish before I start!" Looking down, I realized that the rhythmic contractions rolling under the skin of Sue's flat stomach probably translated to some pretty intense squeezing action within her cunt. Sue was milking Wayne's penis, and judging from the way his eyes were beginning to roll back in his head, it was having an effect. Giggling now, Sue reached up and started tweaking his nipples. "C'mon, lover, what's the matter? Can't concentrate?" Wayne's response was to withdraw until I could see the rim of his glans poking out from between the lips of Sue's pussy, and slide himself smoothly back in, in, all the way in. This time it was Sue's turn to gasp, and Wayne's to laugh, and do it again. Before too long, Wayne had built up a rhythm, fucking his cock in and out of her very accommodating cunt. He did a couple of short strokes, pulling almost all the way out, and then slamming himself in to the balls, as if to catch her by surprise. Each time he penetrated her, I could feel her quiver in my arms, as the tension built between them. Wayne reached down and grasped Sue's legs behind the knees, and drew them up until they were pressed against his chest. When he slid into her the next time, the effect was electric, as the change of angle tilted her pussy up so that his cock grazed against that magical g-spot. Holding one leg in each hand, he caressed the length of them from the stocking-covered toes at the end, to the warm ass-checks pressed against his thighs. She gasped as he teased the rim of her anus with a finger, and sighed when he sucked her toes into his mouth. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, only two feet from my eyes. I could clearly see Wayne's dick glistening with Sue's juices as he slid in and out of her belly. The skin of his taut erection drew her lips outward as he withdrew, then pressed and parted them as he penetrated anew. As if a moth drawn to a lamp, I watched as my own hand drifted slowly past Sue's abdomen, and came to rest in the v of soft curls shrouding her core. Gently parting her lips, I reached down and with finger began to caress her clit, only millimeters from where my room-mate's cock was sliding forcefully in and out. Sue's hips began to buck as she started to climb towards her orgasm, and Wayne groaned in pleasure as he felt the initial contractions deep within her. He started to drive into her with a new intensity, slamming his hips forward and jerking them back. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room, with the slapping of his hips against the soft skin of her ass, the slurpy squish of his cock plowing in and out of her cunt, and their gasps and moans as each stroke drove them ever higher towards their climax. With his stroking hips now a blur, Wayne groaned "I'm gonna come". Sue didn't respond, and I realized that again I had not heard her breathe in a while. I looked over her shoulder and saw that her eyes were closed in concentration, her mouth slack as her approaching orgasm took control of her. I continued rubbing her clit with one hand, strumming her nipples with the other, and began to gnaw on her neck at the place I had noticed she liked so long ago. The effect was immediate. I felt her go stiff, and even though Wayne was holding her legs against his chest, she managed to arch her back and impale herself more deeply on his pistoning cock. Her nipple impossibly grew even harder in my hand, as I squeezed and flicked the tip with my fingernail and thumb. Just as she started to come, I leaned around and began to kiss her, teasing her mouth with my tongue, and that last bit of stimulation seemed to carry her over the edge. Carry, hell, it launched her over the top! As Sue hit her peak she gasped aloud, and began keening in a breathy, high-pitched squeal of ecstasy. She quivered and shook and panted and moaned and bucked and writhed, as Wayne continued fucking in and out of her with all his strength, frantically plunging his cock all the way into her quivering slit. I could actually see her cunt lips fluttering and tightening around Wayne's invading shaft as her orgasm swept through her. Her stiffened body transferred the full impact of his thrusts to me, making me a part of this exciting dance they were playing out before me. Somehow she managed to get her legs around Wayne's waist, and hooking her feet behind his back she began meeting his thrusts with her own, slamming her pelvis up against his hips, driving his hardness deeper into herself. No part of her remained on the couch, as her shoulders were against my chest and her taut ass spasmed wildly, guided only by the stiff cock that impaled her. I watched Wayne reach down and grab a cheek in each hand, supporting her while giving himself more leverage as he thrust inward. I suppose too, that with all the moving she was doing he needed a handhold just so that he could keep his cock inside her. Just as the rising tide of her orgasm swept her fully away, Wayne's started. I could see Sue's tummy and thighs rippling with the wild contractions going on inside her, and could only imagine what that felt like to Wayne. He grunted and stiffened and began stabbing his cock at a staccato pace, and beads of sweat broke out all over his body. With my hand close to where their bodies were joined, I could feel the change in Sue's cunt as Wayne's rod stiffened inside her and began pumping his come into her depths. With each powerful squirt, I could feel Sue's body recoil in response, as if feeling each jet of hot sperm splashing against her womb causes another silent spasm deep inside her quivering cunt. As Wayne lost coordination and slowed his now random thrusts, I saw that his cock was coated now with a glistening white froth where it emerged from between her blood-red lips, a mixture of his juices and hers stirred up from deep within Sue's still-twitching hole. Slowly, oh so slowly, each of them came back to earth, breathless from the exertion, glowing from the heat of the passion they had created. Wayne released his hold on her butt, and fell forward slightly, resting his sweaty face in the valley between her tits while I nuzzled her neck and gently caressed her face, brushing her hair away from her heavy-lidded eyes. As her breathing returned to normal, her moans faded away, and as she reached back to run her fingers through my hair she opened her eyes, kissed me softly, and sighed "that was wonderful". I probably could have stayed there all night, holding Sue in my arms, but with Wayne's weight on top of hers I started getting a little uncomfortable. So after a while, I started to move as if to get up, figuring that they might want to snuggle together in front of the fire. It didn't seem right to ask if I 'got a turn', so I figured that I'd go take care of my still-raging hard-on in the privacy of my own room. I slid out from beneath her shoulders, and laid Sue gently back on the cushions of the couch. As she settled back, I could hear the sucking sound of her pussy as it reluctantly released its hold on Wayne's softening cock. But I noticed that her eyes were still on me, and she was smiling the most mischievous smile I'd ever seen. "Where are you going" she asked. "Don't you have something you'd like to share with me?" Well, it really wouldn't have mattered what I said in response. Fact was, she could plainly see what I wanted to 'share' with her - as I stood beside the couch, it was sticking up from my groin at an angle, and was pretty much pounding out her name. She turned her face toward me, and before I knew what she was doing she had taken the head of my cock in her mouth, and began swirling the end of it with her tongue. After what seemed like hours of watching, the sensation of having her hot wet mouth wrapped around me was intense, to say the least. For the first time that evening, I was actually involved in the action, and I loved it! And as a bonus, I still got to watch! Feeling the soft surface of her tongue move against the underside of my glans, while seeing the head twitch against her parted lips, the overload on my senses made my knees weaken beneath me. Feeling me sway, Sue motioned for me to lie on the floor next to the couch. Without releasing my dick from her mouth, she followed me down. I wound up lying on the rug in the opposite direction that she had been on the couch, which turned out to give her a pretty nice angle for what she wanted to do. She turned over slightly, so that she was lying on her side, and had both hands free. One of those hands wrapped itself around the base of my cock, and began softly stroking up and down. The other hand started caressing my balls, scraping my softest places so gently with her fingernails that it probably would have tickled if it hadn't felt so good. And never missing a beat with her mouth. Oh, that mouth. Her lips had ripened with her arousal, and the sensation of her licking and kissing me was almost like being enveloped by a cloud. A hot, wet cloud, with a wiggly tongue inside. I watched as her mouth opened to accept the whole head of my cock, then watched it re-appear, glistening with her saliva, as she pulled her lips past the edge of my glans. Over and over, my aching dick-head slowly disappeared into that wonderful mouth, only to be chased out again by the dancing tip of her tongue. My hips start rising involuntarily (well mostly) as she licks me, and in response she begins bobbing her head up and down, taking more of me in her mouth with each stroke. I am entranced by this, absorbing it as if in a dream. While I feel every cell of my blood-engorged cock rising to her call, I also watch her lips and tongue move, see my cock shine in the firelight, and can hear the soft sucking noises made by her mouth as it moves up and down my length. Well lubricated with her saliva, the only friction I feel is that from the tension in her lips, and it is heavenly. Bit by bit she works her way down, until I can feel her nose bump gently against my balls. I am no great cocksman, but because I am built kinda thick (or have never been with the right woman) I have never been deep-throated before. I groaned in a mixture of pleasure and surprise as I felt, for the first time, the sensation of being held entirely in a woman's mouth. And hold me she did. Nostrils flaring as she breathed, she simply held my length in her mouth, squeezing my root with her lips as my tip lay deep in her throat. I could feel her tongue swishing across the width of my shaft, and thought it couldn't possibly get any better than that... and then it did. Somehow she started squeezing and relaxing the muscles of her throat, milking me with her mouth as she milked Wayne with her cunt. I don't know if she was swallowing or just moving her neck or what... all I know is that it felt incredible, and it made me cry out in pleasure. Slowly she withdrew allowing my shaft to slip from her mouth until just the tip remained. Replacing her hand around the base, she began sliding up and down my well-moistened cock, following her hand with her lips in coordinated motion. The heat, the sliding slickness, the pressure of her hand milking me into her mouth, it was too much stimulation for me to last very long. I began panting in rhythm with her motions, crying out when she squeezed or licked in a particularly luscious way. Just as I started to feel the sweet beginnings of release build up in my loins, she stopped and lifted her head sexy blond head. "Not so fast, lover" she said, and I thought I would die if she didn't continue. But when she turned around and began to straddle my waist, I started to think that maybe she might have a nice idea. Lying down on top of me, I could for the first time feel her beautiful tits press against my chest, and her nylon- sheathed thighs against my skin. Two of my favorite things. She leaned forward and began to kiss me, licking my lips and teasing my tongue as her hips started to rise and fall over mine. Part of me was really enjoying the feeling of her writhing sensuously atop me, rubbing her body against mine, dragging her heavy tits across my chest. But when I felt the wet heat of her pussy rubbing against the shaft of my cock, I knew I had to have it. Now. Sue rocked her hips back and forth, bathing the top surface of my hard-on with her juices, and rubbing her clit back and forth against the rim of my cockhead. I was gasping in delight at the feeling, and saw in her face that she was enjoying it too. After a moment, she captured the tip of me between her lips, and slowly impaled herself on it, her eyes locked on mine as she welcomed my thick member into her body. When she reached the bottom, she let out a sigh of pleasure. "Oh, god that feels good", she moaned. I would have agreed, if I had been able to form the words. Right then, however, the only part of me that I had any awareness of was buried inside her. Words can't describe what that pussy of hers felt like wrapped around me - it was hot and wet, tight, grasping and squeezing me like a warm velvet glove. Propping herself up on her arms, she drew her legs up under her and began sliding her cunt up and down on my column. The change in her position somehow opened her up to me, and now I could actually feel her clit rub against my shaft as she made love to me. And because of her position, I found that I could now touch her from head to toe, an opportunity I quickly availed myself of. I ran my hands down the length of her sleek calves, gently squeezing and massaging her feet through the hose she still wore. Roaming up along her flexing thighs, I explored the elastic rim of her stockings, fascinated by the feel of the lace against her skin. With one hand, I roamed around to explore her clenching ass, sneaking a finger into the hot valley between her cheeks and teasing the rim of her asshole, eliciting a soft cry from her lips. I let her take the lead in our lovemaking, but I was far from passive. I kissed and sucked and bit her nipples each time they came within range, I tickled and touched and squeezed and pinched her hot flesh, and even gently slapped her ass as it pumped up and down on me. I sensed that she wanted to make this last a little bit, so I occupied myself with the oh-so-pleasant task of finding out which parts of her were the most sensitive, which made her squirm, which made her gasp. I noticed that she was looking up at Wayne's form on the couch, and smiling. After a momentary flash of petty jealousy subsided (hey, what's she doing looking at some other guy when she's got me inside her?), I followed her gaze and saw that Wayne had recovered somewhat, and was watching the two of us as I had earlier. Actually, more than watching. As I craned my neck to get a better look, I realized that he had been watching us for some time, for his cock was fully erect, and he was stroking it at the same pace as Sue pumped up and down on me. Without missing a beat, Sue leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock. I didn't mind, as it brought her tits up so that they enveloped my face in their billowy softness. Wayne skootched eagerly towards the edge of the couch, bringing himself within reach of her mouth, and as I watched in awe, she slid her mouth all the way down on his slender prick. Talk about your up-close views! Sue began giving Wayne the blow-job of his life, three inches from the tip of my nose. I could see her muscles working as she swirled and teased the head of his cock. She stopped riding up and down on me for a moment, as she concentrated on one dick at a time, and quickly fell into a rhythm. Holding him between her lips, she fucked her pussy down around me for several lingering strokes, until she had me gasping. Then she would pause her action, and while squeezing me from within, bobbed her head hungrily down onto Wayne's prong, forcing cries of delight from him. Back and forth she went, one then the other, fucking and sucking and licking and squeezing and pumping and licking. Hard as I tried, there was no way I could last under the onslaught of all this stimulation. I had it coming from every angle, the feeling of her pussy on my turgid cock, the sweet taste of her tit-flesh in my mouth, the sounds and sights of the blowjob just over my head, even the smell of the cunt-spiced come-juices she was eagerly licking off Wayne's dick. I started panting, and moaning, and I think it triggered Wayne, too. She stopped moving on me for a moment, shifting her full attention to the shaft in her mouth. Up and down, back and forth, she sucked and licked and stroked until she had Wayne groaning in delight, and still she went on. reaching between his legs, she tickled his balls, and when the tip of her finger entered the tight ring of his ass, he exploded. At the instant she heard his cry, she took him all the way in her mouth and held him there, letting him fuck in and out slightly as his balls emptied into her throat. I saw the muscles under his shaft pulsing with his orgasm, and saw the muscles in her throat working to receive it, milking him, swallowing his seed, sucking out every last drop... and then, she gently released him from her grip, her smile glazed with his milky come.... and turned her attention back to me. "C'mon, lover, fuck me good" she whispered, as she started to squeeze me again. At that I moved my hands to her waist, and holding her firmly in place I began to buck my hips up off the carpet. If she wanted to get fucked, I was more than ready to do it. All the way out, and all the way back in, I slammed my cock into her with every ounce of energy I had. I could see from the look on her face that I was getting to her, her mouth dropped open, she started to pant as I bucked and fucked beneath her. Crouched on her hands and knees above me, she was almost motionless as my throbbing dick pistoned in and out of her from below. I knew I couldn't keep going for long at this pace. As I watched, I could see the beginning flush of her orgasm start to spread across her chest. She was panting, now, totally caught up in the sensations pulsing through her body. I was rapidly losing it, I could feel my long-delayed orgasm start to boil up from my balls, up, up, gathering speed as it came. I reached around and put the tip of my finger into her ass as I bit the nipple dangling hot and red in front of my face. I vaguely remember feeling every muscle in her body go taut as I started to come. I will never know if the first jet of come I fired into her cunt triggered her orgasm, or if the first contraction of her pussy triggered mine. Whatever the case, they coincided in an amazing nuclear conflagration of sexual pleasure. I pumped what felt like gallons of hot come into the clasping bottomless pit of her womb, and the spasms rippling through her hungrily milked it out of me. I felt like I was so far inside her, I was going to see the head of my dick come out her mouth. I could feel every ripple of her orgasm, every flutter of her spasming cunt lips, and I suspect she could feel the pulsing of my cock. At least, from the squeals it sounded like she could. And finally, just before she collapsed in a sweaty and exhausted heap on top of me, panting and grinning, I felt a gentle kiss on the lips, and a quiet whisper in my ear.... "I think I have an idea for a new story..." Across The Catty Corner by Backrub for Sue "Isn't it love that keeps us breathing? Isn't it love we're sent here for?" Many of us pass our lives day to day, waking, dressing, washing, commuting, working, eating, sleeping, occasionally making love or having sex, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, but all too often experienced as a routine. We often lose sight of the idea of each day being a gift and of seemingly random events as having greater meaning. We take too much for granted. In my work, seeing larger meaning, or even hope, is often very difficult. For thirty years I've worked in the government of a large eastern city. First as an idealistic young program manager, then as a cop, and then after I'd taken a bullet which stopped my "let's-just- chase-the-perp- over-that-20-foot-fence" days, as an operative for the city's Investigation Department. We look out for corruption and for people trying to rip off the city with scams. Enforcement work of any kind can disillusion you pretty nicely, thank you, and make you forget the beauty and kindness around you. You spend your time in a paranoid state of mind, looking for people who lie without thinking about it, get caught, and keep on lying until we eventually put them away. You can easily forget about the magic of those seemingly random pauses of unplanned joy in your life. When you get to that point, you're in big trouble. Burned out. Suicidal. Depressed. That's how cops die or slide into a bottle. That's where I was until one of those chance intersections life throws at you that you can decide to turn away from, or allow it to change you forever. A loss of that perspective, a loss of my ability to remember the magic in life and the accumulated weight of too many arrows and too much caring about them had led me to that hotel room in Seattle. I hadn't felt this bad in years and while I was in town to deliver a paper at a conference and had been well received, I didn't make much of a difference. I was at the point where I was counting days 'till retirement, a practice I'd always abhorred among public servants. That night I had showered, downed a vodka and tonic and was looking out the curtains of my room across the hotel's atrium. Years ago I would have looked out of that atrium and felt the hum of life: laughter, debate, pain, lust, love, joy and confusion, but in some kind of context that ended with my continuing to see the general pleasure in existence. Now I was trying desperately to connect to the lives all around me, their meaning and spark. She came out of the elevator lugging a suitcase, with a briefcase and a laptop slung somewhat precariously over her shoulder. Even from fifty feet away I could tell the Logan airport tags on her luggage. Her business-like silk dress and her demeanor narrowed her professional options significantly. The tired dignity with which she carried herself spoke volumes about her ability and her strength. This was not young administrative assistant, but someone who made things happen. There was no wedding band. (Years before a woman friend asked me what I first noticed about a woman I just met. She may have been expecting "breasts" or "body" but I replied, "The first thing I notice is her eyes and her smile. Then my eyes immediately drop down...to her left hand to see if she's married." "Proof positive that you're over thirty," she laughed.) Although clearly fatigued, she also reeked of nervous energy and her alert eyes were not aimed at the floor as she walked, but casually glancing all around her: observant, aware. And then she stopped. About three doors down the balcony she stopped and glanced, then peered into one of the room windows. I couldn't see into that window from my position but I didn't need to, her eyes, her body and soon enough, even more told me most of what I needed to know. Some people communicate volumes through their eyes. These people always make wonderful friends and lovers but incredibly lousy liars and salespeople. Some people, when they come upon others in a sexual situation, avert their eyes, look embarrassed, or, if they're men, suddenly take on the look of horny dogs. This woman was almost mesmerized. Her nervous energy suddenly had an object and the pure lust in her eyes gave little doubt that she had seen people doing something very nasty in that room. Without taking her eyes from the object of her desire, she slowly lowered the suitcase to the floor. The fatigue that had been apparent seconds before had been replaced by alert, rapt attention. Her arms and face were becoming flushed and her fingertips, and then her hands began to touch her thighs. She absent-mindedly bit one lip and then parted them. She licked her lips and reached with one hand to play with her hair while another began to slowly caress her stomach and then, her cunt through her dress. This went on for minutes and it was my turn to be mesmerized. This woman's ability to be sucked into the delight, the gift of the moment was a catharsis for me. To give in to lust, to love, she had what I had lost. Then, for a moment, it was broken. A look of embarrassment spread across her face. Not horror, thity. Likely they had noticed her and her brain was processing the message, "Yes, but you are also a respected businesswoman and you know damn well you can't let your guard down publicly. Who else among the scores of rooms facing this atrium is watching you?" She picked up her bag and moved down the balcony toward her room...and then, looking forward, she noticed me at the curtain. A series of messages flashed across her face: "Oh, shit, EVERYBODY's seen me with my hand on my mound." "A guy, great, just the right message, you self-indulgent pervert." But then after she'd looked into my eyes for a few seconds, she relaxed, a bit, although she still quickly stumbled and fumbled to her door, fumbled with the keys, dropped them, scooped them up after two tries, finally got the door open and slid inside just before her mental Godzilla caught up with her. I remained at the window, feeling an enormous sense of arousal and relief. Arousal, evidenced by a rock hard erection sending "Me Tarzan, Her Jane" messages to my brain, and relief because this woman had suddenly brought me back into the world. The feeling, risk-taking, joyful, crimson- red-faced-and-proud-of-it world that I had spent most of my life in. And then she was at her window. Again the look of caution, mixed with lust, with a veneer of fatigue. But there she was. She looked at me, from my eyes to my cock, tenting my robe. Our eyes met, I questioned. She held up her hand and slowly, ever so slowly, began undressing. First, her green silk blouse, then her shoes and skirt. Then, and this really affected me, she undid her braid and released her long blond hair, a metaphor for the moment. She began to move, to undulate, hands moving over her body temple and onto her bra and her breasts. The front snap was undone, and there were her beautiful breasts. She looked directly at me and watched as my fingertips slid over my cock. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down. Almost immediately her hand went to her mound and she began fingering herself. Just as quickly she gave a shudder - things had apparently been building up for quite a while today waiting for this release. She looked directly at my hand pumping my cock, which challenged my normally dependable self control. Then she did two things which set the stage for me. She used a hand to pull apart her labia and she raised one leg up onto the window sill, exposing herself fully. I fastened my eyes upon hers and began concentrating on one thought as her fingers played across her pink flesh as my hand stroked my own. I am in front of her on my knees, licking and sucking and fingering that wet cunt, massaging her anus and tonguing her clit until she has to come all over my face. I stared at her continuously, hoping that thought would carry across the silence of glass barriers and walls as she became more aroused. But she also had a message for me. Her eyes had a look that I've seen before. The "If-I-really- want-to-finish-you-off-you-don't stand- a-chance" look. And she was right. It wasn't just the beautiful woman dancing with me in the night. It was the moment. Whether you think of it as religious, or fate or life tapping you on the shoulder and reminding you, "Remember this? This was part of it, too. Now don't forget, fool." When she began making suggestive movements with her lips as I played with my balls I felt pushed, or pulled over the edge. My body momentarily turned into a cock, my back arched, my abdomen tightened and I spurted across the divide onto the window in front of me. As I continued to shake with aftershocks I watched as she went into high gear, the hand over her clit almost a blur and her pelvis fucking the air as I wished it was grinding against my face. Her head snapped back and she came, juices visible on her hand and then her body pushed forward to mash her wet juicy cunt against the window. I could hear grunts that even the double pane windows could not keep in. Then she vanished from immediate view into the arms of a chair, the bed, or the floor, I couldn't tell which. I went to the phone, my need for personal contact as great as the need for release had been just a few moments before. I had no interest in this wonderful woman turning into any pizza, and I hoped she felt the same. But I didn't want her to feel trapped either. She answered and I just went on, "My name is Charlie and I just wanted to thank you. Not just for the sex, but you just pulled me out of the abyss and back into the world. I just wish it had been my tongue on your pussy just now. Call if you need or want anything, or don't if you're done." I hung up before she could say anything and immediately wondered and feared that, as usual, I had just made a jerk of myself. Couldn't I just disappear when it was clear that was appropriate? My obligatory scratching at the door. "C'mon, it was bad enough before when I was clothed! I don't want this particular world to see me buck naked with my juices dripping down my leg!" I open the door and she was in my arms, the door was closed behind us and she was saying, "Shut up and kiss me." I did. We moved over to the bed, she fell onto her back and I moved on top her. Kissing her, nibbling and sucking on her lips, then her neck and down to her breasts. I licked and sucked on her nipples - hard for much of the last hour and now rising again with the mounded areolae beneath them. My hand slid down to a very wet thatch of pubic hair. I moved my fingers gently among her folds, not knowing how sensitive she might be after the strumming her clit had received not so many minutes before. I licked and kissed my way down her taut stomach to a very sexy navel and further to the heady smell of musk. I took one long slow lick, wide tongued over her cunt, looked up at her and asked, "What did you see? What were they doing?" She replied, "Shut up and lick me." I did. Her hips began to move against me immediately, her hand reached down to grab my head. I slid a finger inside to see if I can could find a spot that...yep, that's it all right. I buried my face in her and shook my head violently side to side. She arched her back and whimpered, but didn't quite lose control. I stopped, raised my head and asked again. "Not fair!," she protested. I returned to her cunt, but only traced fines lines with the tip of my tongue and resisted her attempts to raise herself up into my mouth. "Ok," she moaned resigned to the interruption, "he was fucking her from behind while they were watching a sex video and then...Unh!," as my tongue slid back over her clit and into her cunt, joining my finger in painting lewd pictures on the walls of her vagina. I didn't stop at all this time, remembering what had set her off last time, and did it over and over until I heard the most wonderful, "Oh shit," and I was subjected to a sweet smothering. After she calmed down I wiped my wet face on the insides of her thighs, stood, took her hands and lifted her up and over to the chair. She knew just what I intended and without instruction she sprawled herself over the plush chair and raised her ass and cunt in an invitation that is a million years old. I took my cock, placed it against her puffy lips and made the smooth wet entry I expected. Her cunt was like a very wet, very warm, very nasty mouth that pushed back against me and swallowed me all in one gulp. I began slowly, wanting to savor the feeling and the union of lust and people. She worked a hand down between her legs to rub her clit but her urgency made a decision for both of us. Soon there were the sounds of our moans and the needs of two people sharing a warm time in a cold world. And the soft slurping sounds of my cock sliding in and out of her and the harder sound of my stomach and thighs slapping against her ass as we fought our way to ecstasy. She made wonderful sounds that brought joy to my heart and desperation to my balls. When she began to come she twisted around so I could see her face and as she went, I saw her mouth the words, "Empty your balls into me, baby." And that was much too much for me to ever resist, even if she'd been doing it to me for ten years. We slid onto the floor and held each other close. She'd come for relief and had found more than that. I'd come drowning and found myself back on the beach, rescued. NOTE TO READERS: This is a work of fiction, of fantasy. We still live with the scourge of AIDS and although the people in this fantasy do not limit themselves to "safer sex" precautions, that should not be construed as the author's endorsement of unsafe sex practices. They do, however, practice a couple of safer sex methods that you kids at home might want to try yourselves sometime. Musical acknowledgements: This story was written under the influence of "Cracked Rear View" (Hootie and the Blowfish), "The Amazing Colossal Band" (Laika and the Cosmonauts) and "Kind of Blue" (Miles Davis). None of this may show. The final sequence was composed to the Mary-Chapin Carpenter song, "Shut Up and Kiss Me." That shows, I hope. Boogie Woogie Diesel Train It was a hot and sunny (90 degrees) Tuesday in mid-July when I boarded the train. It was not just any train, it was the Via Canadian transcontinental from Toronto to Vancouver. I was lucky. I had just managed to reserve the last single room in Silver and Blue sleeping class. A rather charming room, I thought. A single seat that turned into a bed at night, with sink and toilet. Much to my dismay, however, there was only one shower for the whole sleeping car: that included 8 bunks, 7 more private daynighters, four two-bed suites, and two three-bed family units. Oh, well, I figured, I could shower any time of the day. Besides, with three meals included in the package, and some of Canada's most spectacular scenery surrounding me en route, who could ask for anything more? Maybe a nice woman, but who needs one when you're footloose and fancy free and don't have time for a woman? As the train left Toronto Union Station ten minutes (no thanks to a malfunction in a commuter train just after it left the station) late for the three day trek westward, I realized it was lunchtime. As I was stepping out of my daynighter and headed to the dining car, at the same time from the cabin next door a rather slim lady who looked about my age, also stepped out. Since most of the seats on the car were taken, we had to sit down together in the last available table. Little did I realize that I was in for the ride of my life, in more ways than one... It is the second full day of the trip. As the Canadian trogs along the northwest of Ontario, on its way to a one-hour stopover in Winnipeg, Manitoba, in the evening, we have our second lunch together. I have a feeling that we are already getting along just fine. Which is good, because I didn't expect to make friends with anyone on this trip. All I wanted to do was to go to the west coast to take in the mountains, Skytrain, Stanley Park, the CBC Vancouver Orchestra, and Wreck Beach, Canada's only nude beach. Not that I would look at anyone. It's just that I've always wanted to see if exposing my penis to a tan would turn me on. We are on our way to the Skyline Car, the rearmost car. The window in the back gives a view of the track as it passes back into the horizon. On the second floor, there is a plexiglass dome on top giving a 360 degree view of the surrounding land. This is the Canadian Shield, with acres upon acres of forest and hundreds and hundreds of lakes. I once learned that Ontario has 350,000 lakes. I must have lost count after counting about 400 along this route. I just sink in, soaking in this beautiful land in all its glory when you ask me, "Uh, Robert, where are you from, anyway?" "Me?" I ask. "Oh, from the Toronto area. North York. How about you, Sue?" "I'm from the States. Mid-West. Topeka, Kansas." "No kidding? What do you do for a living?" "I work for a chemical company. Office work, that is. You?" "Stockbroker," I say. "What do you do in your spare time?" "Are you on the net?" "Yeah." "You read alt.sex.stories?" "Yeah." "The Sue and With Sue series?" "Yeah." "That's me." What luck! I might have a chance to live out my fantasies with one of the prima donnae of the alt.sex hierarchy. "I've read some of your stories. Mainly the heterosexual and lesbian stuff. Not the others: that kind turns me off. Fact is, you and only a couple other contributors are worth reading. 99% of the rest is far too gross, esp. the pedophelia and stuff. Anyway, I like your stories. They've turned me on on more than one occasion." "I'm flattered, Robert. Thank your very much," you say. "So, what are you doing here on this train?" "I had a lucky break," you say. " I entered one of those magazine discount scams, you know, 'You may have already won 1 Billion Dollars'" "I get that mailing every month. So, did you win something?" "Yeah, I won a trip for one on board this train, sleeping class. Then I spend 6 nights in Vancouver before flying home. How about you. Why are you here?" "Just wanted to get away from the rat race for a little while, Sue. Riding the subway to and from work day after day is nice, it sure beats the hell on the freeways, but after a while you just have to get away. And this year, I decided to do something completely different. So, I'm here. I'm also staying in Vancouver for six nights." "Great. You know, Robert, maybe we can meet up while we're there." "That would be great, Sue." I turn my head back toward the window. For some strange reason, I get the feeling that there is going to be some seduction. Either you will take me, or I will take you. After about ten minutes of dead silence just looking out the window, I feel your fingertips softly running up and down my left arm. Then, you lean over and you kiss me softly, ever so softly, on my left cheek. "What's that for, Sue?" I ask rather uncomfortably. You lean forward, and whisper in my ear, "You are such a nice, kind, young man. Robert. I want us to make love." For a full minute, I am so shocked that a feather could knock me over. Then a big, wide grin comes over my face. "Okay," I whisper back. "But shouldn't we use some kind of... well, you know..." I feel uncomfortable saying the word- "Protection? Sure. I'm on the Pill," you whisper. "I don't mean just that. What if you're infected with something, Sue? I know I'm not, but what if your love juices get inside my urethra while we're copulating?" "I always carry a few boxes of condoms with me, just in case." "Just in case?" I am worried for a minute that you are the wrong type of woman. "How many men have you slept with?" "Only two or three. Last time was about five years ago. And no, I'm not infected with anything either. Every man I took was a virgin." Risk of infection: zero, I think. "OK, Sue, let's go. Now. I feel horny!" "But shouldn't we wait for supper, Robert?" you ask. "They serve dinner until 10. No, Sue, we'll wait until after the Winnipeg stopover, which ends around 6:30. When they see us walk in that dining car with sly grins, they'll wonder what hit us!" "Oh, my God!" you say. "I think I'll get an orgasm just hearing you say that." "Then what are we waiting for? Let's make our fantasies come true!" You take me into your room and close the door, making triple sure it's locked. "We'll leave the shade open", you say. "Why, Sue? Don't you think people will notice?" "Robert, right now this train is going about 80 miles per hour. You really think people waiting at level crossings will see us? And even if they do, so what? Either they will be offended, or they'll want to have sex with their loved one right there and then at the level crossing! Besides, it's you I want, not them. I want to see the sunshine streak all over your wonderful body." "I want to see the sunshine all over YOUR beautiful body, too. But you may not like seeing me. I'm a little overweight and have got love handles." "So what? When we're lying together, there will be no space between us. We'll sweat even more. I love it when I sweat. I'll love it even more when you sweat adrenaline and I feel it and taste it." As you press me back onto the wall that separates your room from mine, I hear some squeaking. Then some shaking. "Sue, hang on a minute," I say as I turn around and move my fingers up and down some kind of metal hinge in the corner. Sure enough, it is a moveable divider. Via Rail never mentioned this. What luck, though! I fold it up and swing my bunk 360 degrees (well, 340, maybe) so that it is virtually parallel to yours. "Now, we'll have a lot more room when we fuck." "Oh, Robert, take me. Take me NOW! Show my tunnel of love what you're made of!" We approach each other and, after a moment of hesitation, begin to kiss. After a few seconds, this becomes more intense and as your mouth widens, so does mine. First you move your face closer to mine and probe your tongue in my mouth. Then I do the same in yours. Then you start pulling down my zipper and you reach for my penis, which by this time has already reached six inches. As you move your fingers up and down it, I realize that it has never been this thick before, either. I'm used to it being a diameter of 1 1/2 to 2 inches, but now it's three full inches across. "My turn", I say, and I bend down to reach under your skirt. I find your panties and begin touching the part of your panties that cover your labia with one hand. Wait a minute, I realize, as I look at your face breathing with joy written all over it, you don't have anything on under there. With the other, I'm reaching through your slightly unbuttoned blouse and find that you're wearing a strapless bra. I reach around to the back, unclip the bra and slip it through the front and begin to fondle the paradise that is your bosom. You take off my socks, one at a time. I take off your shoes and your silk stockings. You take off my shirt. I take off your blouse, revealing your upper nakedness in all its glory. I want to say, "What great monickers", but restrain myself. Instead, I say, "What Etruscan sculptor hath moulded those beautious mounds of joy?" This really turns you on, and you're literally pulling me towards you, saying, "I want you bad, NOW!" "Not so fast, Sue. After all, you invited me. I'm going to take my time. It is an honour to be about to make love to someone as beautiful and honourable as you, and I'm not going to waste it." You slowly remove my jeans and my boxers, and slowly lean yourself on top of our artificially created double bed, taking me with you. I turn myself around, and look down your skirt. Oh, what the heck, I think, if we're going to do 69 I may as well not suffocate. I unclip your skirt and throw it away. Then I move my fingers towards your labia and part it open. Slowly, ever so slowly, I position myself so that we are side-by-side. Then, you take my penis, which is now 7 inches long, into your hand and move your soft fingertips up and down my scrotal sac, and around and around the testes. I sigh loudly, "Oh, Sue, keep doing that, please keep doing that." As you do, I move two fingers into your vagina. Slowly, 1/2 an inch, then out. Then 3/4 of an inch, then out. As I do this, I lick your clitoris You're starting to breath huskily, and not wanting to wait anymore, you take my penis right into your mouth and you also do the 1/2 inch, 3/4 bit. Each time you take me inside your mouth, your tongue moves all around my penis. "I really like your doing what you're doing. Like what I'm doing, Robert?" "I like it, Sue. As a matter of fact, I love it!" I can already begin to feel your tunnel of love quiver with tremors all around my fingers. I move my tongue into your mouth so I can get that sensation there, and it feels terrific. Plus, with the train swaying side to side, this is the most incredible experience I've ever had. You take my penis out of your mouth and you begin to scream, "I'm coming, I'm coming! Seven, eight, nine! I don't know how much more I can take!" You also have the fortitude to apply the squeeze technique so I won't come until we're inside each other. "Oh, Sue, just keep squeezing. If you think you're having the orgasms of your life now, just wait until the main event!" I move my head away from between your legs. It is covered with your love juices. I have tasted them and they taste as sweet as honey. I now kiss you. You revel in the phenomenon of tasting the secretions that come from your gate of heaven. You tell me, "Oh, Robert, that is beautiful! Oh, I love that taste. Give me the main event. I don't know how much longer I can wait for you!" "Yes, you can wait, Sue," I reply. "Right now, it's my turn, and I'm in control. Later on, you can do what you want with me." I take my index and middle fingers, and start to tickle your feet. You laugh like crazy, and it's so contagious that I laugh, too. Then slowly I move my fingers up the outside right side of your right leg. I'm not moving between your legs... not yet. Now, my fingers are moving past your hips and your waist. Now, they are on your breast. "Oh, Sue," I say, "I love your legs, I love your waist, I love your breasts. They turn me on big time!" "Robert, I can't wait. Please, come inside me now." "But I'm not ready. I want this to be just right." Actually, I'm as horny as all nature, but I'm not telling you that. I want to arouse you to the point of begging, and I want to make you beg like when Oliver Twist asked the headmaster of the orphanage for more. I am still touching your breasts, but not your nipples. The areolae that surround your nipples are each four inches across. My God, I want to suck on that like a baby sucking on mother's milk. My fingers are moving in circles, and the circles get smaller and smaller. This goes on for five minutes, and you keep begging me to touch your nipples, which are getting really, really aroused. At least an inch high. Finally, you can't take it any more, and just as you ask one more time, my fingers are touching your nipple. Actually, both of your nipples. I bend down and kiss them, one at a time. And I also suck on them. That really makes you happy, and it raises your nipples another inch, so I can suck even more. "Robert, would you please enter me, now?" "Not yet, Sue." My penis now feels so swollen I want to enter you now, too. But I resist the temptation. It is 8 inches long and 2 1/2 inches across. I figure, since I'm a virgin (well, in a few minutes I won't be any longer), and you're zero risk (with the Pill and all), no condom will be necessary. I take my penis in my hand and move it up and down and around your clitoris. You're really huffing and puffing now. You want me. And still I say no. I fondle some more. You say you want me, but still I say an emphatic no. Finally, after this goes on for about 3 minutes, you are literally begging like Oliver Twist. Now, you're really ready. And so am I. I come on top of you and move my penis into your vagina very slowly, 1/2 an inch, then out. I move in, again, only 1/2 an inch, then out again. I repeat this about 7 or 8 times, and I can feel your body start to quiver already. I move in a little more, about 1 inch, then out. I repeat this about 7 or 8 times, and you're starting to shake, and you lift up your legs all the way back, then wrap them around my back so I can penetrate even further. As I repeat this process, at 1 1/2 inches, 2 inches, etc, I can feel your vagina stretch longer and longer. At 2 1/2 inches, I begin to pick up the pace, and very gradually I move in and out of your faster and faster. You scream and scream and scream. I know you're not faking it. I MADE you have an orgasm. No, I'm making you have 15 orgasms. I can feel it each time you quiver and shake around my shaft. After about 15 minutes after I first entered you, I'm moving the full length of my penis real fast into your heaven's gate, but each time I hold it for a few seconds and move it around so my scrotal sack rubs against the rest of your labia and your anus. Then, after my seventh time fully inside you, I hold it. I have to, because my body starts shaking. I've masturbated many times in my life (having had no woman) but only once or twice have I had a real orgasm. Not just ejaculating, but your whole body becomes the orgasm. This is happening to me now. It's my point of no return. And as I feel the ejaculate press through my urethra, my whole body is shaking, and you're shaking with me. "Hold on, Sue. I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming!" And I do, it must feel like I'm depositing 2 or 3 ounces of seminal fluid each time I ejaculate. The fluid lines your vagina and my penis and runs out of the place where you and I have become one human being. And the third time I come, you come at exactly the same moment. Which means only one thing. And we both say it together: "This is total lovemaking!!!" We're both exhausted, and for about half an hour we lay in each other's arms, exchanging terms of endearment. Then we head to eat dinner. And, like I promised you, we're smiling so much it would take a nuclear holocaust to wipe off the smiles from our faces. During dinner, we keep gazing in each other's eyes. In fact, we feed each other half of the time. Then we head back to the sleeping car. "Now, Sue, it's your turn. Make me a man!" You take me back into our artificially created double room. This time, we can't wait even a few seconds after we close the door before we take each other's clothes off, real fast. You push me down on the bed. "Robert, you said it was my turn. Are you ready to make me come, like you did the last time?" "Give me your all, Sue, give me your all." You climb on top of me, but you don't come on top of me just yet, even though my penis is already erect and ready for your vagina to come on top of it, so that we will become one human being again. Instead, you stand over me and begin to- masturbate? Yes, Sue, I'm looking straight up into your hairy labia as you move your fingers up and down it. I want to reach up and touch it again, but you tell me, "No, Robert, I want to see how you masturbate while you watch how I play with myself. Then we'll switch, you'll do me and I'll do you." I shrug my shoulders and as I watch you stimulate yourself into an orgasm, I move my fingers up and down my circumcised penis. (No, I'm not Jewish, my parents did that to me for medial reasons. So much the better they did, I think, because when I touch my erectile with the foreskin rolled back, it gives me shivers.) Then I grab the foreskin from either side, and start pulling. As I pull each time and the foreskin comes together at the top covering my urethra, my thumbs rub against the covered erectile tissue, whilst the bottom of the blood engorged tissue is pressing against my testicles, commanding my sperm to come forth. "Sometimes, when I do this, Sue," I say as I do it, "it takes about 5 or 10 minutes before something comes out, and it's often not much unless I've gone without jerking off for a week or so. But if I see an erotic film, not triple X but just your normal, consentual heterosexual or lesbian act, afterwards I jerk off and it comes spilling out and out and out. That's why I came so much when we were together earlier. Not that I thought about those movies, my mind was completely on you. But being with someone just made me want to come. And I want to come even more now!" "Your wish is my command, Bob," you reply. "Now, you've seen what I've done to myself?" I have, Sue, I have. I can see you move your fingers up and down your pretty labia, and you move your fingers up and down your vagina. At one point, you even masturbate up your rectum. I figure, what the heck, and slowly I roll over to my side and move my fingers up my ass as well. "Now, Robert, we switch." You roll beside me back into the 69 position once more, and begin to masturbate each other in exactly the same way we showed each other. You take it nice and easy on me, Sue, you don't want me to ejaculate all in your face. But I wouldn't mind swallowing more of your love juices! Just as I feel as I'm going to come, you apply the squeeze technique on me once again. "I want you to wait, Robert. I want you to come like you did last time when you made me wait," you say. "Oh, come on Sue," I plead, "let it spill across your face. I let you taste your love juices. Why won't you let me taste my secrets?" "Oh, all right, Robert." You let go of my erectile and my scrotal sac, and at that moment, I squirt about 2 ounces of my seminal fluid right in your forehead and left cheek. Without missing a beat, I turn around right for your face and start licking it. Not bad, I think. Not bad at all. If only I could see what's inside it, though. Then I groan. "Oh, Sue, it's going to take forever before I'm ready for you again. It'll take even longer for you to get aroused. Maybe we should sleep until morning. Then you can take me and give me a case of morning glory before breakfast." "Then let's lay in each other's arms. In the morning, I'll give you the ride of your life." It is early the next morning, and the train is now passing over the common denominator of the central West: Saskatchewan Prairie. It's just before sunrise. I open my eyes. During the night, I've had pleasant dream after pleasant dream about you and me. On a mountain top, over hill and dale, on the sea, even in a gravity-removed chamber at NASA, I dreamed you and I made passionate love. With a grin on my face, I turn to see your naked body, and by the grin on your face, I can tell you've been having pleasant dreams about me, too. Your legs are slightly spread out. So, I figure I should wake you up the only way a gentleman would. I kiss your labia and begin to stroke your clitoris. This really turns you on, and you're ready for me. You flip me over, and move your hips on top of mine. Then slowly, ever so slowly, you lower your labia on top of my penis, and using me for support, you stroke your clitoris with my penis. "Sue, how can you keep yourself suspended on top of me like that? Doesn't that make you tired?" "Nothing is impossible when you live out your fantasies, Robert. When I have sex, I never get tired!" Then you lower yourself on top of me. I think you'll do the 1/2 inch, 1 inch thing with me, but no, you come right on top of me, all the way down! Doing that makes my penis grow and grow, to its full length. Then you lean forward, so that your breasts are in my face. I reach up to grope on them and I pick myself up and kiss them. I also kiss you in the face, on your nose, and on your neck. I also nibble your ears as your continue to move up and down my penis, pumping my scrotum, commanding them to bring forth an endless supply of sperm. Then I lay back down, and as I do, you lay on top of me. Then, I wrap my legs around your back, and press down so that, when you continue to pump and pump, it is more intense than ever before. "Oh, Sue, this is incredible. I never thought it could be like this. But you've made my dreams come true-oh, my God, it's happening again, I'm coming!" As you continue to pump, you come again and again, too. Last time, you came 25 times. This time, I've felt your vagina quiver at least 30. But you're not exhausted, not one bit. You pump faster and faster and faster, until-we both burst with the biggest orgasms we have ever had. Seven, eight, nine times, I come inside of you. How much semen did I deposit inside of you that time? 30 ounces? Who knows, but it sure feels like it! We just begin laughing and we hug. Then, we kiss and kiss. We must hold onto that French kiss for five whole minutes when the buzzer on the intercom on either side of "our" room sounds. In English and French, the conductor announces: "Your attention please, breakfast is now being served in the dining car." "Well, Sue, maybe when we get to Wreck Beach, we can have sex right there in the sand. And to hell with the obscenity laws. By the way, how about something different after breakfast?" "What, Robert?" "Let's do it doggie style. After all, we're animals, so let's do it the way nature intended us to do it!" "Oh, Robert, I can't wait!" After breakfast, I realize I haven't showered yet. "Uh, Sue," I ask you, "would you like to go in the shower with me?" "Would I?" Within seconds, we run into the shower room and slam the door shut. We take off each other's clothes so fast that I'm thinking we'll forget to do something. I turn on the shower head and we move into the stall. As we wash each other, we're kissing and caressing each other's genitals. I fondle your breasts, too, very gently, and that alone causes you to orgasm twice. Then I figure, why not try it standing up? So with my penis all ready to go, I lift both your legs up and lower you on me. Then as I struggle to pump up and down, you just lay in my arms and lift yourself up and down too. Then I remember, "doggie style". "Sue, just a minute, OK. Let's see if we can hold off on our orgasms until we reach the bedroom." Somehow, we struggle with our clothes barely back on to our bedroom. But I can't wait. We take off our clothes again and I push you, front down, on the bed. I tell you, "Sue, lift yourself up like you'll do modified squats." You do and your derriere is right in my face. I bend down and stimulate you by stroking your labia and clitoris, which by this time is so red that I fear I have swollen it beyond repair. I turn my head and, looking straight up between your legs, I kiss and lick your vagina and your anus. This really causes you to orgasm even more, and I think some of your vaginal fluids are spilling in my face. As you continue to orgasm, with my penis already erect, I move back from behind you and stroke my fingers up and down your labia, just to make sure I will enter your vagina and not your rectum. I massage your back and neck just to get you to relax a little. A few minutes ago in the shower, you had gotten really aggressive! Then, I enter you. This time, my penis stops just at your Grafenberg spot. I start rubbing the tip of my shaft against it, and rub it and rub. This drives you wild. After about two minutes of this, I move my penis in all the way to the top of your vagina, right to the entrance to your uterus, and I start pumping like crazy. I want to take my time, but you're so irresistible and incredible when we made love before I can't help but pump fast. As I do this, my hands fondle your breasts. You begin to come again, and just before I come again, I can see even more of your love juices spilling out. Then I come, and you scream like crazy as my secrets spill into the top of your vagina. I can see some of the seminal fluid come out. Then, we lay down next to each other. "Robert, you are the most incredible lover I have ever had. It's too bad we won't see each other again after Victoria." "Victoria? Sue, I thought you said you're staying in Vancouver." "I thought so, too. Then I checked my hotel reservations, just after we made love before breakfast. It's Victoria. It's too bad. And I'm really sorry." "Don't say that, Sue. We can keep in touch. Besides, we'll always have our time together. When our experience appears on the Net, no one will ever know it was you-or me. Besides, we're still here, and we can continue to make love until we get to Vancouver. Why don't we?" "Yes, Robert. Let's!" By the time we had our last breakfast on the train, we were well on our way through the Coast Mountains to downtown Vancouver. In total, we had made love 10 times. The last day, we copulated 8 times, and each time it climaxed in simultaneous orgasm. I am reveling in the experience we have had together. And your eyes, this last morning together... well, they shine brighter than all the lights on Times Square put together. As we detrain and walk over to luggage pick-up, I tell you one more time that I will never forget you and I will consider myself privileged that I lost my virginity to a woman like you. And you tell me you will never forget me. We then exchange home addresses. We pick up our bags and walk to the loading stand, where the bus is waiting to take you onward to the ferry and the last leg of your journey, the Nanaimo-Victoria Rail Diesel Car on Vancouver Island. The bags are loaded from under the bus. Just as you board the bus, I yell, almost in tears, "SUE!!!" You run off and we kiss one last time. We hold our lips together like we never want to part. About half a minute later, we have to let go when the driver says last call. As you look out the window, you blow a kiss to me and I can lip read you saying, "I love you, Robert." For a brief second, I am shocked. Then I grin. "I love you, Sue." THE END. Into The Woods The story that follows was written by someone who read my stories in alt.sex.stories, and took up my suggestion to write something in response. It really turns me on to know that my fantasies strike such a responsive chord in other people. If you would like to write something about your dreams of you and me, I'd love it. I would love to enlarge on this "With Sue" series of stories. In this case, the writer chooses to keep his total anonymity, so if you have comments, you'll have to send them to me. NOTE: This story is, of course, for adults only-so don't read it if you don't think you can be mature about it. Reading and writing these stories should be acts of fantasy, and I hope that you can keep your notions of real and fantasy life separate in your mind. I know I can. If you would like to let me know what you think, or if you have a follow-up fantasy (which is something that I REALLY like), you can reach me at suenh@kear.tdsnet.com... but I can't promise to return your emails... I do have some other things to do in my real life! I've enjoyed reading Sue's stories so I took up her challenge to create some fantasies of my own involving her. I'm new at this, so we'll see how it works out. I'd appreciate any feedback Sue (or anyone else) can provide. It's a little bit talky in the beginning as I set the scene, but I hope the sex is hot enough to make up for it! €€€ The weather this fall has been beautiful, and things have been stressful at work. I had a completely free weekend, so I decided to take off and go hiking in the hills about two hours from home. Just a chance to escape all the little hassles of everyday life: the phone calls, the faxes, the memos. Away from it all, just enjoying the outdoors and the beautiful scenery. On Saturday morning I drive in tandem with a friend out to where I would end my trip, and drop off my car. Then my friend drives me to where I would start my hike. I grab my gear, thank him, and start off from the trailhead. By now it's about 11 AM, and a beautiful day. It had been cool and crisp early in the morning, but now it has warmed up nicely to about 65 degrees. I take off my sweater and continue down the trail, admiring the beautiful fall leaves. At about one I realize that I'm quite hungry. I hike on for about ten minutes, then come to a rock where I can sit and enjoy my lunch. It's nothing fancy: a tuna sandwich, a nice fresh apple, and some spring water. But in the fresh air, hungry from hiking, it's probably the best tuna sandwich I've ever had. As I'm finishing off the last of my water, I hear rustling down the trail. Somebody is hiking up from the north, where I just came from. I'm kind of disappointed. I had hoped to have the weekend all to myself, alone in these wonderful hills. Maybe whoever it is will simply nod, say hello, and continue on. But then the person stops, still about 20 yards away from me. I look around, and then understand. There is a group of a dozen deer, about 15 yards away from the trail. They apparently haven't noticed either of us. For about three minutes we both stand still, watching the animals. Then something startles them. Maybe the wind has changed direction, and they've picked up our scent. Whatever it is, the deer run away, gracefully jumping over fallen trees. As I pick up the remnants of my lunch, the movement starts up again. The hiker comes closer, and I receive a pleasant surprise. It's a woman, and an attractive woman too. Maybe having some company on my hike wouldn't be such a bad things after all. "Hi. Boy, wasn't that something? I've hiked here a few times before, but that's the first time I've seen a whole herd of deer like that." For a moment, I'm too stunned to reply. This is perhaps the healthiest looking woman I've ever seen. She's a blonde, tall and thin. But what's most impressive is the energy she exudes. Her cheeks are red from the hiking, and she has a barely noticeable sheen from her perspiration. She looks like she's spent her entire life outdoors, hiking all over the world. She's wearing jeans, a light sweater, hiking boots and a black wool baseball cap with her hair sticking out back in a ponytail. Her clothes look so natural on her it's as if she were born in them. "Oh, hi." Real smooth. "Yeah, that was nice. I've seen deer out here before, but never that many." "Oh," she asks, "are you a big hiker?" "Not as much as I'd like. Work keeps me too busy. But I came here to get away from work, so let's not talk about that. I'm Dave, by the way." "Hi Dave, I'm Sue. Nice to meet you." And we shake hands. She has a firm grip, but it's still feminine. "Do you mind some company while you hike?" "That would be great." We hike a long for a couple of miles, talking the whole way. Sue has a terrific sense of humor, and when she laughs, there's a sparkle in her blue eyes. It sounds corny, but there is definitely something there. "So Dave, what do you do?" "Remember, I'm trying to forget my job. So let's not even think about that. You tell me, Sue, if you could have any job in the world, what would you do?" "I'd be a writer." "I can see that. Let me see, what kind of writer would you be....I picture you writing novels about strong women, overcoming adversity. Like Toni Morrison." Sue laughs. "Well, I do write about strong women, but not quite in that way." "Wait, so you really are a writer?" "It's just a hobby. I write stories and post them on the Internet. Erotic stories." "Erotic stories?" "Yes, stories about men...and women...and sex." She says it so matter-of factly. "Wait....Are you that Sue? 'Guess Who's Coming at Dinner' Sue? 'Slippery When Wet'?" "That's me." I can't believe it's actually you, that I've met you hiking in the woods, in the middle of nowhere, away from all of civilization. "I read your stories all the time. It's by far the best stuff on alt.sex.stories. It's much more authentic than the drivel that's usually posted. It's sexy, it's real, and most of all it's fun." "Well it's nice to actually meet one of my readers. I get lots of e-mail, but that's so impersonal." "It's always a highlight in my day when one of your stories shows up on a.s.s." "So which one is your favorite?" "'Louvre Love.' First of all, Paris is my favorite city. So that got my hooked right there. And then the sex....It's so passionate. You seem like a woman who really enjoys making love." And then I blush. You look at me, and I blush even more, if that's possible. "What is it Dave?" You're trying to keep a straight face, but then you start to giggle. "It's just that I don't even know you, and here I am, talking with you about sex, and you having sex, and..." I stop, embarrassed. "Dave, you're exactly right. I do enjoy making love. And there's nothing wrong with that. I also enjoy writing about sex, too. And knowing that you enjoy my work means a lot to me. That's why I write, so I can share my fantasies with others, and they can enjoy them too. This is a perfect opportunity. Why don't you tell me what you like and dislike about my stories, so I can make them more appealing." So as we hike along on this beautiful fall Saturday, we talk about sex, life, and the Internet. You want to know my opinions on all sorts of issues. Group sex. Oral sex. Bisexuality. Sex toys. Masturbation. I hardly know you, but here I am, discussing my most private feelings with you, rather comfortably. All this talk is having an effect on me. Hearing you, this beautiful woman, talk so openly about all these things we keep hidden even from our closest friends has aroused me. For the last mile, my penis has been constantly erect. But at least it's not just me. I can see your erect nipples through your red sweater. "So what do you think my next story should be about Dave?" you ask. "After 'The Cocktail Table,' I'm thinking of going back to some exotic locale. I've already done Paris and the Caribbean. I know. I'll write an outdoors story. 'Sue: Into the Woods.' How does that sound?" "That has promise. What's it going to be about?" "I don't know." You become quiet for a moment, thinking. Then you turn to me. "Why don't we write this story right here?" You grab my hand and pull me off to the side of the trail. You undo the buckle on the hipbelt of my backpack, then move your hand down to the fly of my jeans. "Do you want to unleash my creative energy?" you whisper. I quickly take off my backpack and help you get yours off your back. The woods are deserted; neither of us has seen another person today. You grab me and pull me toward you, then reach up to kiss me. It feels wonderful. All of your energy seems contained in that kiss. I play with your hair, then move my hands up and down your back. I grab your ass cheeks, squeezing them through your jeans. You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen. Meanwhile, you have your hands inside my shirt, playing with my nipples. Between the cool weather and your fingers, they're as erect as they can be. You bend your head down and take my right nipple in your mouth. First you lick it with your tongue, then suck on it. It feels fantastic. You then do the same with the left, as I continue to squeeze your wonderfully firm ass. I move my hands from your butt and place them under your sweater. My guess is correct; you are not wearing a shirt or bra. I place a hand over each of your tits. They are each a perfect handful, firm and not too big. I massage your breasts. Then I concentrate on your nipples, feeling them become firmer between my fingers. Your breathing becomes heavier. You throw your arms around my waist and we kiss as I continue to massage your breasts. I lift your sweater above your head and take your right nipple in my mouth. It is quite erect in my mouth as I suck on it. I can tell by your breathing that you are enjoying this. After a few minutes I switch my mouth to your other breast, continuing to massage the first as I suck on the second. Your nipples are wonderfully sensitive, and you hold my mouth to your chest. After I'm sure your nipples have had enough, I kneel on the ground and slowly kiss my way down your stomach. I look up at you, questioningly, and you eagerly nod your head yes. But first we have to rearrange ourselves, or we'll both end up falling over onto the ground. I look around, and spot an appropriate tree. I take your hand and lead you over there. "First, let's get these jeans off of you," I say. It takes a little bit of time: damn hiking boots! But then you stand before me in just your multi-colored panties and sweater, standing on your jeans so your bare feet don't get too cold. As you lean back against the tree, I kneel in front of you. I resume kissing your stomach, and rub your ass. Then I go lower, moving my tongue up and down the inside of your thighs. I suck on your muscular calves, and cover your feet with tiny kisses. You are shuddering at this point. Finally, I decide to take mercy on you, so I pull down your panties and place my mouth directly on your pussy. By this time, you are very wet, and your juices taste wonderful. First I place my tongue on your clit, feeling it grow. As I play with it, your legs start to weaken and you have to gain your footing again. I then move my tongue down to the opening of your cunt, fully tasting you. Cunnilingus is perhaps my favorite form of sex, and being here, out in the woods, with you Sue, eating your delectable pussy, is almost too much for me. I use my hands to play with your hard nipples, and you oblige me by removing your sweater. You are now totally nude in the woods, and being eaten alive-but not by mosquitoes! I move my tongue back to your clit, and place my finger inside your hot cunt. You're so wet that it slides in (and out) quite easily. I look for your G spot: you try to help by giving monosyllabic grunts as I get closer. I find this sensitive spot with my finger, and you respond by grabbing the back of my head and holding it against your cunt. As you move closer and closer to climax, my face becomes covered with your sex nectar, and I love it. Finally you come, and it takes all of your efforts to not fall over. My mouth is full with the taste of your sex. I stand up and kiss you. "Thanks," you whisper in my ear. "That was fantastic. Can I return the favor?" "The pleasure was all mine," I respond truthfully. "I'm glad I was able to please you. And whatever you want to do, go ahead." "Head being the operative word," you respond. "Let's see what we've got to play with." You quickly put your pants and boots back on, although you keep your sweater off so I can admire your wonderful tits. Then you lean me up against the tree. Kneeling down, you massage my cock through my pants. Then you put your mouth against my erection and blow your warm breath through the crotch of my jeans. "Let's get these out of the way, OK?" you ask. I nod my head quickly in agreement. You unzip my jeans and pull them down. Next comes my underwear. Here I am, in a forest, leaning against a tree, with my jeans and underwear around my ankles, and the most sexy and beautiful woman just inches from my erect penis. I have to admit, this was not what I was expecting on my camping trip! You cup my balls with your hand, playing with them for a moment. Then you plunge your mouth on my cock. It feels so wonderful. Your blowjob technique is excellent. There's lots of variation: slow strokes alternating with faster ones. Occasionally you will stop, pull my dick out of your mouth, and just lick the tip with your tongue. Meanwhile, you use your hand to play with my balls. Once, with my cock fully in your mouth, you look and wink at me. That drives me wild! At one point you take your mouth off my penis with a loud pop. You look up at me with a look on your face that's hard to describe. It's perhaps a combination of lust and total serenity. "I want to taste you," you say softly. And you fill your mouth with my penis. You grab my ass cheeks and pull me toward you. You are using your hands on my butt so that it is like I'm fucking your face, but you control the speed. My dick is moving rapidly in and out of your mouth as your hands on my ass control the tempo. About 45 seconds of this is all I can take. I start to moan, and you know my climax is near. You catch the first blast of my semen in your mouth, then let my cock slide out of your mouth. As I continue to come, you rub my firing dick first on your face, then all over your tits. I'm not sure I've ever had a stronger orgasm, and the amount of sperm is enormous. By the time I finish spurting, your face and breasts are covered with my hot come. You look at me with a dazed but happy expression on your face, then use my now softening penis to rub the semen into your cheeks and boobs. You stand up and we kiss, very hard. I taste my come in your mouth, while you absorb your pussy juices, still on my lips and tongue. We share the tastes of our experience. I play with your nipples, slick from my come. It's incredibly calm here in the woods; the only sounds are the rustling of leaves in the trees, and our heavy breathing, as we kiss and continue to grope each other. This is the ultimate camping trip! The blowjob and muff-diving was fun, but we realize we still have ground to cover if we're going to complete our hikes on time. So we put our clothes back on, but not before I give your beautiful tits one more quick kiss. We help each other with our backpacks and head down the trial. It's a good thing we're the only ones out here; people who see us might have some embarrassing questions. Your cheeks are shiny from my come, and the front of your sweater is damp from where your rubbed my cream all over your tits. Your nipples are still plainly erect underneath. My cheeks are also slick from your juice, and we both smell heavily of sex. So we hike on like this, laughing, enjoying each other's company, walking through the woods holding hands. It continues to be a beautiful fall afternoon, and the trees are on fire with brilliant scarlets, oranges, and yellows. It's a wonderful day to be out in the woods, hiking, enjoying the fresh air, particularly after the fun we've just had, eating pussy and sucking cock. We continue along for another couple of hours or so, but then it starts to get dark. We still have not encountered anyone else during the afternoon. As the sun sets over a hill, we find a good spot to set up camp for the night. There's a wonderful spring nearby for water. We're both quite hungry, from the hiking and the sex, so we quickly get to work on dinner. It's nothing fancy, of course: gourmet camp food is an oxymoron. But the spaghetti tastes fantastic, even if the sauce comes out of one of those little envelopes. I'm a bit surprised when you pull out the wine; I've never known anybody to bring a bottle on a hiking trip. But there are a lot of surprising things about you. Of course the wine is a burgundy, completely inappropriate for pasta, but how were you to know you'd be having a spaghetti dinner with me tonight? And it tastes wonderful here, in the outdoors. We sit around our campfire, drinking the wine, laughing and enjoying ourselves. I can't remember the last time I felt this carefree and happy. We've finished the bottle of wine, and we're both a little bit buzzed. "I have to tell you Sue, this weekend has turned out to be quite different from what I expected. Not that I'm complaining." "I'm glad to hear that. But your weekend's not over yet, Dave. I think it's time for bed." "Sue, I want to make love to you." You lean over and kiss me, then whisper in my ear. "Dave, I would love nothing more than that." It's such a beautiful night that we decide not to bother with the tent. The full moon shines brightly. Luckily our sleeping bags are compatible, so we can zip them together to form one big bag. We quickly take off our clothes and climb into the sleeping bag. Your warm body feels so good next to mine. Soon our hands are rushing all over each other and we're passionately kissing. Your hands are squeezing my ass, massaging my back. I'm running mine through your hair, and up and down your back. I reach down and grab an ass cheek with each hand. We roll over so I'm on my back and you're lying on top of me. I move my hands from your back to your chest. I cup your perfect breasts in my hands. You arch upwards, and I play with your tits. Then I concentrate on your nipples, rolling them between my fingers, lightly squeezing them. They respond favorably, becoming hard and jutting out from the areolae. After a few minutes of this, I reach down and grab your ass, and move you forward so your boobs are directly over my head. You get the idea and lean down and place your left breast in my face. I greedily take your nipple between my lips. I massage it with my mouth, sucking and nibbling, while feeling the other with my hand. After a few minutes I move my mouth to your other breast, arousing you even more. You are running your fingers through my hair, whispering "Dave, Dave,..." When I'm convinced you've had enough nipple stimulation, I again move my hands down to your tight butt and pull you forward. Your eyes light up when you realize what I have in mind. "This sleeping bag's going to be a little tight," I say. "Do you mind the cold?" "Are you kidding? Not for this!" The lust is your voice is inspiring. I zip open the sleeping bag. You sit upright, then place your knees on either side of my head. Your cunt is directly above me. I can see it in all its beauty. Your blonde pubic hair, your beautiful lips, now swollen and purple with arousal, the hood of your clitoris. And I want it, I want to taste it, I want to devour it. I reach up, grab your ass, and pull your pussy down to my face. It tastes wonderful, even better than this afternoon. Your cunt is very hot and wet. You relax, and enjoy the ride.. I stick my tongue up your vagina, then move it to your clit. You start to rub your pussy against my mouth, smearing with your nectar. I maneuver a finger into your pussy, and move it in and out. Then I remove my finger, and use it play with your delicate asshole. This drives you wild, and you move your cunt up and down on my face even faster. "Oh god, oh god, ohhhh....." and you come. Your entire body spasms. You're shivering from the intensity of your orgasm. For a moment you sit still, and your sex juices continue to run down into my mouth. You lean down and kiss me. "That was fantastic! And twice in one day!" "But we're not done yet," I say. "I think it's time for a fuck!" "You're certainly right about that. I want that hard cock of yours inside my cunt." You're still on top, so you move your hips down my chest and straddle my crotch. You take my erection in your hand, lean down to give it a quick kiss, and then hold it upright. "Let's put this fellow where he belongs," you say, and then slowly lower your steaming cunt onto my cock. It's marvelous, and I let out an involuntary moan. You begin to slowly move your hips up and down, working my hard dick deeper and deeper into your pussy. When it's in all the way, you let out a sigh. You move your cunt up and down on my cock. I lie back and let you do the work, which you appear to be enjoying. I reach up to massage your tits. After a few minutes, you start to move your hips faster, and then start to rub your clit. The moon suddenly breaks out from behind a cloud, and I am treated to a wonderful sight. Here is the world's sexiest woman, on top of me, bouncing up and down on my dick with abandon, playing with herself. "I'm getting close," I tell you. You start to play with yourself even more. Your finger is a blur as you rub up and down on your clit. Your breathing is becoming more jagged, as is mine. Finally, we both explode in orgasm. My cock explodes in your pussy, coating the inside with come. Your body is still shaking from your orgasm. You continue to sit on my dick as it becomes softer within your cunt. Finally you roll off of me and we spoon, with me holding you in my arms. "That was wonderful, lover," you whisper in my ear. "It was. Thank you Sue, for the weekend of my life." And we drift off to sleep. With Sue: A Weekend on the Island Dear Bill: It was really your idea at first, for me to go out to Block Island for a weekend to relax, but you couldn't have known what would happen out there. I know you won't be able to understand right away, but I'll try to explain it as fully as I can in this letter, and maybe after that it'll be easier to talk about it face to face. You remember that especially hectic week in May, full with ladies' groups, Sunday school, talent shows and bake sales? You and I were sitting in your office in the church, late Friday night, talking about how tired we were. Well, I was talking about it, anyway. You had just finished explaining to me, in your usual stiff fashion, how you couldn't possibly take a break this weekend-there was no one to do the church service for you on Sunday, no one else who could chair the trustees' meeting, and so on. "Why can't Ross take care of all that?" I asked. Ross: one of your three assistant pastors, the shy blond twenty- something with the awful sense of humor, who had come to work with you after the seminary to prepare for his own career as a minister. He was medium tall and rather good- looking, and we'd been sure we could find a bride for him among our congregation before long, but his self-conscious manner was getting in the way. It had been eight months already, and nothing. "Oh, Mrs. Hauser," Ross gasped. I remember your fatherly chuckle. It was going to be a while before Ross had the confidence to face a thousand parishioners from the pulpit on a Sunday morning. And a roomful of the wealthy men who kept the church solvent would be even scarier for the poor boy. Then you had an idea. "How about this, though? Mr. Wells, one of the board members, offered me the use of his place out on Crown Island for a weekend this spring if I felt like I needed it. He said it's empty except for a couple of nice kids he knows. They're staying there free for a month in return for cleaning up the place and getting it ready for summer. There's plenty of room." You asked Ross if he'd be willing to drive Mrs. Hauser out to the island in the morning. "Sure thing, boss," Ross smiled, relieved. Why didn't Ross stay overnight himself, as long as he was out there, you added. "You could use a little time off," you said. "Just roll out the couch, and c'mon back Sunday, after church." You remember the Lutheran church you and I visited on the island the summer before. It had a late service for vacationers, so Ross and I wouldn't have to miss our devotions. Ross showed up early the next morning in an uncomfortable- looking short-sleeved shirt with a starched collar and a flower print, and a pair of jeans that looked brand new. I made breakfast for the two of you, and after I'd put the dishes in the washer we loaded my bags into the back of Ross's Chrysler and were off. I left the window open the whole three-hour trip to Montauk, hoping the wind would blow the annoying perm out of my long blond hair by the time we boarded the ferry. It didn't, but I decided there was still time. I sat outside on the deck as we crossed the ocean to the little island, my denim skirt hitched up and my white rayon shirt unbuttoned as far as I dared, working on a preliminary tan, while Ross sat in the noisy cabin poring over a book written in Greek. It was high noon and hot when we rolled off the ferry, and I was ready for an hour or so of sleep before hitting the beach, so we made straight for the Wellses' place. Stepping out of the car onto the gravel driveway and stretching my legs, I waved to the trim, dark-haired young man who was hosing the small front lawn. "Hello, I'm Beth Hauser, and this is Ross, my husband's assistant," I told him over the hedge. "Have you been expecting us?" "Yes, ma'am," he said. "I'm Pete." He took off his hat to introduce himself better. Judging from his face and his body I thought he must be about 30 years old, but he had some of that prematurely white hair that looks so nice on a middle- aged man. He wore a light plaid shirt and jeans considerably more roughly treated than Ross's ever would be. Ross carried our things in while I wandered into the kitchen. There was the tray of sandwiches and a pitcher of juice. I heard the unmistakable "boinnng" of a diving board through the screen doors in the back of the sitting room, then a quiet splash. "I didn't know they had a pool, too!" I exclaimed to Ross. I pushed the screen aside and shaded my eyes as I stumbled out onto flagstones and slid the door shut. A tallish blonde woman was pulling herself out of the far side of the 30- foot-long pool. Her hair shone with the water soaking it, and her skin was a rich cream color. She sauntered back to the diving board and stepped out on it, the sun glistening in the drops of water on her body. She was wearing nothing at all. I covered my gasp with my hand, and looked around to warn Ross. He was right behind me, staring through the screen door, his mouth open. The woman smiled up the sun, looked down and flexed her knees. Her full breasts jouncing with the rhythm of the diving board, she bent over to jump. "Sue!" Pete called from the kitchen. "I told you company would be arriving soon. Now put some clothes on, will you?" He laughed as her eyes alighted on us for the first time and she blushed right down to her chest. "All right, coming." Sue stretched to her full height. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Ross's attention sinking to her hips, to the tidy little thatch of water- pearled hair at her crotch, to her long, strong legs, which suddenly lifted her off the board and into the air. She broke the water neatly, frog-kicked to the far ladder and climbed out. I shook myself awake again and grabbed Ross's arm to lead him away as he watched Sue's tanned bottom head for the dressing house. We were sitting silently on stools at the bar-style kitchen counter, each attacking a second turkey sandwich, when Sue came back in, dressed this time, even if it was only an orange two-piece bathing suit. "Mmm, that sun is nice to the body," she said with a smile. "Hi, I'm Sue. Are those sandwiches all right? I guess Pete introduced himself already." Opening the refrigerator, she leaned in for a look, and I nudged Ross to pull his eyes off the thin, stretchy orange fabric. After we'd eaten, Pete showed me a big guest room upstairs, and I promptly undressed and lay down for a nap. I awoke, it must have been two hours later, to the sound of laughter from the pool below. In the late-afternoon sun, Sue and Pete were sitting together on a chaise lounge across a little table from Ross, who must have been telling some of his infamous jokes. There were bright-colored drinks on the table and the umbrella was rolled up. I pulled on a modest maillot, grabbed a towel from the closet and skipped down the stairs for a quick swim before it got too dark. The water was wonderful. I splashed back and forth a few times, then leaned my elbows on the side of the pool near the three of them to listen in. Sue got up and came over to offer me a hand up out of pool, then went back and sat down on Ross's chaise lounge. I took her place by Pete, who handed me a cold glass of wine with a friendly smile. "I met Pete when I got assigned to a project with him and his friend Wayne," Sue was saying. Pete nodded. "Wayne couldn't, ah, make it this weekend," she said, and giggled as Pete nudged her. She turned and lay back with her head resting on Ross's thigh. "We're having some fun anyway, though. You can do a lot of stuff here, with these high hedges." Their voices receded as I felt the tension of the last week begin to slip away. I was already feeling the buzz of the wine. Sue lay along the other chaise, her hands behind her head, staring at the darkening sky. I turned to see if Pete had some more of that wine, but his eyes were closed as he took in the last of the sunlight. My eyes closed too, and Pete absently began to rub my shoulder. Sue and Ross seemed like they might as well be blocks away from us. It took me a few minutes, or an hour, I don't know, to become aware of an odd, rhythmic sound coming from the other chair. Lazily, I opened my eyes and looked over. Sue was lying on her side, her head in Ross's lap, her mouth closed around his penis, happily sucking away as if it was what she did every day. She was smiling to herself, her eyes shut, her head slowly bobbing up and down, and now and then she was making little "mmm" sounds as if complimenting some chef on the taste of what she had in her mouth. I stared at her and then at Ross, horrified. He looked helplessly at me and held out his hands, palms up, as if to say, "What can I do now?" Maybe he really didn't know what was happening-it occurred to me that nothing like this could ever have happened to Ross before-but he wasn't doing anything about it, either. In a moment, he began to breathe more heavily. He glanced at me sheepishly once more, then looked back down at Sue. He ran his hands through her long blond hair as she pushed her face into his lap, and she reached up to brush it back over her ear, as if to make sure Pete and I could both see Ross's stiff penis slide slowly, shiny and wet, in and out of her mouth. I turned to look at Pete, and caught him staring at the two of them, his mouth a little open and a slight flush of red on his cheeks. Was he as embarrassed as I was? I couldn't help looking at his lap for his reaction. It was unmistakable. I caught myself as my own breath began to quicken. This was not at all acceptable behavior for any of us: I was shocked at myself for sitting here and watching. I made a move to get up, but Pete's steady rubbing pressure on my shoulder held me back. We sat and watched Sue administering to Ross's cock, her tongue and cheek muscles working. I was noticing a decidedly warm feeling in my own loins when Ross's breath started coming faster and louder, and Sue's head picked up speed. Her little hand held his balls in a soft grip, and her hips started moving almost of their own accord. Suddenly Ross let out a huge gasp and Sue was swallowing once, twice, my God, three times. Only when she had got it all down did her mouth open. She rose hurriedly to her knees and skinned down her bikini bottoms right in front of us all, sat back against Ross again, and kicked them off, right into my lap. She panted to Pete, "All right, loverboy. Time for my dessert." In one motion, Pete stood and stepped out of his shorts. I caught a glimpse of his private parts as he stepped away from me and knelt at the other chair, where Sue stared up at him. But I had had enough. With a glare at Ross, I tossed Sue's panties to the bricks, jumped up and ran into the house. I have to tell you, Bill, I was shocked and worried, even if I was a little bit turned on. I wondered what it might be like to do that for you-it had never occurred to me before. Without turning on my bedroom light I threw my bathing suit to the floor, climbed into bed and pulled the covers tightly around my ears, but I could still hear mating sounds coming from the courtyard below. I was still lying awake, facing away from the door, when I heard Ross tiptoeing down the hall to his room. I stared angrily at the darkness for an hour before finally falling asleep. I awoke late and dressed quickly for church in my light-blue sundress and sandals. No one was about. I decided to go by myself, leaving Ross alone to contemplate his infraction. I packed up some of the leftover sandwiches and some apples in case I felt like a solitary picnic, and I found a bicycle in the garage with a basket on the front. I rolled it outside and began to ride off. As I neared the end of our driveway, Pete rode up along the road on a bike of his own. I slowed to miss him and nodded coldly, but he greeted me with a warm smile. "Going the same way as I am?" he inquired. "Let me show you part way there, so you're not late. It's a bit far." It was sunny and breezy, too beautiful a morning to stay in a bad mood for long. My dress was blowing pleasantly around my legs. We rode quietly for what must half been half an hour, until I tired. I rolled off the road onto a winding track, and got off for a rest in the shade of an elder. I took two apples out of the basket and handed one to him, and sat down on a big log to eat. "Well, is Sue always that friendly?" I blurted. "Well, only when she's in the mood," he said, sitting down beside me. "But she sure was going for it last night, wasn't she?" I nodded. "I don't think Ross even knew what was happening when she started to _ you know, use her mouth." "Oh, I suppose not. I didn't either, the first time it happened to me. But she sure knows how, huh? You should read the stories she writes. Do you have an e-mail address?" Reddening, I jumped up, smoothed my dress and walked off a few steps. This man was still basically a stranger, and here he was offering to send me, I presumed, filthy smut. When I looked back, Pete was still sitting on the log, an apologetic grin on his face. I hopped up to a low, stout branch and sat there, swinging my legs. "Well, don't you think she should be sorry for committing adultery?" I asked him gravely. Pete scratched his head. "I guess not," he said with a smile. He got up and ambled in my direction. "I don't think so. She knows what she likes, and she goes after it. Don't you?" Pete rested his forearms on my legs. "Well," I replied slowly. His eyes were at the level of my belly button. Suddenly I recognized the warm feeling down there that I'd been getting the night before. I brusquely told it to go away, closing my eyes to concentrate on shutting it off. Pete's mustache tickled first one thigh, then the other. How had my dress gotten hitched up so high? I turned red, but he didn't notice-he was staring straight ahead, at my belly. It was moving quickly in and out. I realized suddenly that I was breathing quite fast. I don't know when Pete's tongue came into the picture. All I knew was that my inner thighs felt wonderful, then strong fingertips were unsnapping the crotch of my one-piece, and then my clitoris was telling me things I had never thought possible. I know I was moaning; I don't know if it was audible from the road nearby. I draped my thighs over his shoulders and clamped his head between them. It felt so good-too good, it occurred to me, and I should be telling him to stop, but it was too late. His warm breath ruffled my curly blond hair. A hand reached up-his or mine? -- and eased my shoulder straps off my arms, and my heavy breasts were swinging free. Pete's hand kneaded one and mine took the other. My nipples were hard as little corks. I stiffened when I felt what had to be an orgasm coming on. It had been so long, I wasn't sure, but very quickly I knew. I think I screamed when I came, or maybe it was the squeal of someone's brakes from the road. I drove my bush into his mouth over and over, wanting his tongue deeper inside me, convulsed with heat. It was a miracle I didn't drop backwards off my branch. After a minute, Pete helped me to the ground. Shaking, I glanced at my watch: way too late for the church service. I lifted the hem of my skirt to dry Pete's face. "Well, maybe I wasn't meant to worship today," I said sheepishly. "Well, I may have just worshipped enough for us both," he replied, smiling. I was red again: from embarrassment or from the exertion? I snapped my bathing suit together again and we took a dip. Afterwards we washed off the salt in the little stream and dozed off on the grass for a while. When I awoke it was late afternoon again. We mounted our bikes and headed back to the Wellses' house. My legs were still weak when we got back, whether from the bicycling or the orgasm or the swimming, I couldn't tell. At the top of the stairs, Pete kissed me lightly and started back down toward his room, but I stopped him with a hand on his arm. Muffled sounds were coming from inside Ross's room, and I was curious. I turned the knob and peered inside. I immediately took a step backwards and bumped right into Pete. Sue was on her back on the bed, naked. Her hips were in the air, her legs locked around Ross's waist. He was standing at the foot of the bed in his flip-flops and nothing else, with his eyes closed, holding her round bottom in his big hands, pumping into her lithe body and staring down at her with that look of bewildered fascination. Sue's head was thrown back and she was moaning. Ross looked up and watched us come in and close the door. He smiled uncertainly at me, then he looked back at Sue as he twisted his hips into her. She grinned as her eyes met Pete's. "I've been coming so much, honey," she breathed. "Look at the way he fucks me." She was clearly on her way to another orgasm right now, if the noise she was making was any guide. I could tell Pete thought the same thing I did. I could feel him hardening against the small of my back as he watched his friend mating with my husband's handsome assistant. Suddenly all of Sue went stiff except her breasts, which kept moving back and forth in time with Ross's thrusting. Her thighs clamped and unclamped twice around Ross's waist, and she sang out a loud "Ohhhh" and came, thumping her head up and down on the blanket. Ross's still-stiff penis bounced upward when he drew it out of Sue, who crawled exhausted to the middle of the bed and lay still there, watching us, with a strange smile on her face. I couldn't take my eyes off Ross as he walked over and sat down by the head of the bed. I had never really looked at a man's equipment this way, as an object of hunger, of desire, not just a reproductive tool. Thanksgiving Part 1/3 (m/f/m/f, consensual) by Tom (laddie@anon.nymserver.com) This story was originally posted in December of 1996. If you missed it then, here it is again. I hope you enjoy reading the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. NOTE: This story is, of course, for adults only-so don't read it if you don't think that you can be mature about it. Reading and writing these stories should be acts of fantasy, and I hope that you can keep your notions of real and fantasy life separate in your mind. I know I can. Not only have the actions described not occurred in real, everyday life, they are not likely to occur. The characters are fictitious and don't resemble people in my life, and most importantly, they don't practice safe sex. It would be very helpful for me to hear from those who read this story. How does it make you feel? Does it help you masturbate more joyfully? Does it increase your libido? Have you shared it with other friends or lovers? How could it be better for you? I promise to answer all respectful, non- abusive E-mail notes. Because I have grown children who use the Net, and because my employer would not enjoy the publicity, I must keep my identity anonymous. I am a happily married, 50 year old male, 6' 2" and 175 lbs. I keep physically fit and enjoy sex very much. My wife's real name is not Ann. I would be glad to share more information if you are interested. Thanksgiving, Part 1 Her name is Sue, and her nipples are distracting me. They are poking out from dark colored areolae that are clearly visible through her sheer white net exercise shirt. I imagine that her smile is for me, and I try to generate a smile in return - but it probably looks like a leering grin because my entire consciousness is suddenly focused through my groin. Sue's sexy form in brief blue running shorts, and especially her delightfully visible breasts, have my blood surging and my imagination racing. My penis is growing, and it threatens to slip out of the leg of my own shorts. They say that a man has a sexual thought every 15 or 20 seconds, and I was certainly having one now: 'She recognizes me and smiles. We are alone on the beach. She moves toward me and pulls her sheer white net exercise shirt up and over her head. Her breasts spill toward me as she discards the shirt on the sand and cups her breasts with her hands, lifting them to me. Her nipples are erect, and they seem to be drawing me like twin magnets. I bend my head and nuzzle first one breast and then the other. Her fingertips graze my thigh and lightly grasp the head of my cock which is now peeking out below the material of my running shorts. My cock is weeping one clear tear of pre-cum, and she catches it on the tip of her forefinger and lifts it to her lips. We kiss, and I taste her lips and a trace of myself... ' These thoughts race through my brain in a fraction of a second. Ann suddenly takes my hand, and, with a shock, I realize that Sue and I are still standing 30 yards apart on the beach. Sue is looking over my shoulder, and her smile is for Jerry who is behind me and is descending the dunes toward the surf. Sue is Jerry's "significant other", and the two of them are spending the Thanksgiving Holiday weekend with my wife, Ann, and me at Pajaro Dunes, just north of Monterey on the Pacific Coast. Ann says, "Come on, Tom, let's walk down the beach." Ann and I were left alone for Thanksgiving when our two kids were invited to ski Mt. Bachelor in Oregon with friends. We decided to splurge and rent a beach house right on the surf, and I invited Jerry to bring a friend and share the holiday with us. Ann and I spend Wednesday night at our favorite B & B in Pacific Grove. After a candlelight seafood dinner at The Fishwife Grille near Asilomar, we make passionate love and fall asleep in each other's arms. It is a pleasant start to our holiday. Thursday morning, we only have an easy 20 minute drive to the rented house at Pajaro Dunes. The house is no more than 50 yards from the Pacific Ocean. Back in October, Ann told me that she didn't want to cook and spend her Thanksgiving honeymoon in the kitchen, so I had called around the Watsonville area (near Pajaro Dunes) and arranged for a small mom and pop catering company to bring our Thanksgiving feast to us. We arrive at the Dunes, and the weather is unusually clear and warm for November - no fog and temperature in the 70's. Jerry and his new friend, Sue (they have been dating for a few months), are driving down from Portola Valley, and they arrive just a half hour after us. Ann and I introduce ourselves to Sue and learn that she is a professional masseuse. The surf beckons, and the four of us start walking together down the beach. Ann and Sue are getting acquainted, and they move ahead of Jerry and me. Following behind them, Jerry and I are taking full advantage of the view. We gaze fondly at the women's shapely buttocks as they move up and down and sway back and forth gracefully ahead of us. We are both having sexual thoughts this time, and there are a few seconds of natural silence. Jerry and I met in grad school at U. C. Berkeley ten years ago. He was in law school then, and I was studying journalism. After grad school, I settled in the Valley and married Ann and fathered a boy and a girl. Jerry joined a large law firm in the Bay Area and never married. Jerry and I stay in touch and frequently get together for backpack trips in the Sierra-Nevada Mountains each July and August. Jerry is brilliant and funny and very well read. I think he devours a half a dozen books a week, and his interests range from the anti-nuclear movement to Civil War battle strategy. I have always been drawn to him, and in grad school we spent many hours drinking many pitchers of beer and solving the problems of the world. Since then, we save our talks for campfires in the summertime. The Thanksgiving feast isn't due to arrive for another 2 hours - plenty of time to enjoy a walk on the beach. I don't know whether Jerry is watching Sue or Ann. Both have eye- catching figures although Ann's top is not as revealing as Sue's. Ann is blond and trim for a woman in her early thirties who has borne two children. Her hips are spreading slightly as a mature woman's are wont to do, but regular exercise keeps them firm and very sexy. When I see Ann, I automatically picture her nude because I see her naked daily and love the sight of her. Her breasts are small - pert and pear sized - with sensitive pink nipples that perk up quickly as soon as they are touched. Her left breast is smaller than the right and kind of conical. Ann's pubic hair curls out generously above and around her vulva and is light brown. She loves to feel my mouth there, and I have become addicted to the musky smell of her vagina over the years. My cock is stirring again with these images. Ann is very open about her sexuality, and we make time frequently for sex despite our two kids being ever-present. Ann and I married during my last year at Berkeley. She had a degree in music education, but she took a clerical job in the Toxicology Department of the U. C. Medical Center to help us pay our bills. She liked Jerry right away and saw him as kind of a friendly and amusing big brother. When we married, Brother Jerry became a kind of "brother-in-law" for her. Our son was born 7 months after we were married, and we moved to the Valley for my first job as a reporter with a large metropolitan daily newspaper. Ann stayed home with our son for 6 months and then got a job as a dance therapist at a private school for kids with disabilities. Two and a half years later, a lovely daughter was born. Now, school and P.T.A. and soccer and swim meets define our lives. It sure feels good to be walking on the beach and to get away from all of that for a few days! 'Damn!' I am thinking. 'Sue is sexy as hell!' She is very blond, 5' 9," about 120 pounds, pretty slim. Her hair is very straight and hangs down past her shoulders to just above her breasts. I wonder if the hair between her legs is just as blond. Sue's tits are not really large (maybe half- cantaloupe size) and stand up well. She probably goes without a bra because of the size and firmness of her breasts. Her nipples, which have practically mesmerized me already today, are a dull pink. Sue's navel is an "inny," and her tummy is flat and hard. Her ass cheeks are pretty tight and not very big, and her legs are fairly long. She has the legs and ass of a distance runner. Overall, Sue appears attractive, slim and fairly strong, especially in her arms. Strong arms and hands are good for a masseuse, I imagine. The sun shines through Sue's sheer blouse, and if I drift slightly to one side, I can see the barest curving edge of her full breasts from behind. As I walk beside Jerry, I angle a few steps to one side and then the other to take full advantage of the view that Sue is providing. Jerry catches me in the act and chuckles, saying that I don't have to be so obvious about it. When we get back to the beach house, two middle aged women are putting a turkey in the oven "to brown a little more - it is already roasted". They own their own catering business, called "Food For Thought". They set out all the trimmings, wish us a "Happy Thanksgiving" and depart. Everything smells delicious. As Jerry and Sue find their bedroom to unpack and clean up, Ann sets the table, and I open a chilled bottle of Chardonnay. The dinner is a big success. Jerry and I each have three helpings of everything and end up chewing on the two turkey drumsticks while we watch the sunset and sip a tasty cabernet. The stark beauty of an ocean sunset when there is no fog bank captures all four us, and there is silence as we watch the fiery orb descend past the horizon. It is a romantic moment, and I take Ann into my arms. Jerry does the same with Sue. Jerry breaks the silence by asking, "Tom, is 'official sunset' the time when the sun first touches the horizon, or the time when it is completely gone, or some time in between?" We debate this weighty topic for a few minutes until Ann and Sue start laughing at us and begin clearing the dinner dishes. Jerry and I volunteer to wash. After dinner, I pop in a Showtime movie called "Full Body Massage" starring Mimi Rogers and the Australian actor, Bryan Brown. Bryan plays a professional masseuse, and Mimi is his wealthy customer. I've always liked Mimi Rogers as an actress. Mimi has enormous breasts, and I have never seen her bare them in a film before. She does so generously in this film. Ann says, "Mimi Rogers must be desperate for a movie role to show so much skin." Ann's tone of voice is mildly sarcastic, but her attention is totally fixed on the screen. God what a sexy film! When Bryan begins to rub Mimi's large breasts, I get chills. I hadn't known Sue's job when I rented the video it, but she is very interested in Bryan Brown's massage technique. During the sensual part of the massage, I feel Ann's hand wandering along my leg and up along my crotch. She feels how hard I am and winks at me, then smiles sexily. I let my hand explore her legs as well, then up between them, where she is hot from all the action on the screen. Ann lets out a soft moan, and I notice Jerry and Sue watching her. Sue says, "Eroticism is a natural part of a complete massage. It's unfortunate that some so-called "massage parlors" have given massage a bad name. With Ann's hand on my upper thigh, just barely brushing my crotch, I wanted to grab her and kiss her. But I resisted the urge - not right in front of Jerry and Sue. Supercharged with sexual energy, I need to move around or do something. I get up and go to our bedroom to change into looser, more comfortable clothes. Sweatpants and a T-shirt are appealing. I slip on the sweatpants without underwear. I still have a semi-erection. I have another sexual thought: 'Sue is on her knees in front of me, taking my semi-erection in her hands gently and worshipfully. She strokes its length starting on the base, moving to the tip and back again. She kisses the tip and takes the glans into her wet, warm mouth, and at the same time she reaches between my thighs and cups my testicles gently. She squeezes them ever so slightly and is getting hot herself... ' I shudder involuntarily at the thought of this happening with Sue and return to reality. I pull up the sweatpants and tuck my erection down along the left pant leg and return to the living room to join the others. I intend to return to Ann and cuddle with her, but I am startled to see the furniture moved away from the middle of the living room and my lovely Ann lying on the floor on her stomach. Jerry is kneeling by Ann's head and is giving her a pretty vigorous massage on her neck and shoulders. Sue is supervising Jerry's movements and offering instructive comments to him as he works on Ann. Ann is not a lover of massage. I get them regularly, but she has never wanted even a gift certificate. The movie must have turned her on. She is sighing and moaning softly under Jerry's hands. Sue moves to Ann's feet and uses her strong arms and hands making skilful, practiced movements on Ann's shapely legs, working up gradually toward her buttocks. Sue glances at me and smiles knowingly at the rather obvious bulge along my left pant leg. The only light in the room comes from the two dinner table candles that Jerry and Sue have placed on the floor. Sue motions me to join their massage of my wife. I get onto my knees and move beside Ann, resting the palm of my hand on the middle of her back. She feels very warm through her thin cotton top, and the touch reminds me that she wears no bra. "You sound like you're feeling pretty good, Annie." I say. "Why didn't you tell me that a massage is so relaxing?" she murmurs. "I'm jealous that you've been getting these without me." She moaned again with pleasure at the circular movements of Sue's strong hands on the backs and insides of her thighs. Ann opens her eyes and smiles at me with a kind of dazed, sensual look. "You told me that you only wanted my hands touching you. Sue is pretty talented, isn't she." I state the obvious. "Jerry is no slouch, himself." Ann responds. "He's a good pupil, and he has wonderful hands. His hands are wasted on the law." Jerry's hands move past my hand, down to Ann's lower back and onto her buttocks. This startles Ann, and she lifts her head and shoulders and looks up at me with a questioning look. Without a word, I smile and brush her lips with mine and press gently on her back, and she settles back down under Jerry's intimate caresses. He begins to knead her ass cheeks with both hands, first one and then the other. Ann moans loudly, "Oh, Jerry, you're a master! That feels great. Don't stop." I want to help, and I massage one of Ann's ass cheeks while Jerry does the other. Our four hands are touching her ass and her ass crack intimately through the thin fabric of her shorts. The silk panties under her shorts allow our hands to slip smoothly and sensuous over her buttocks and down between her thighs. Ann opens her legs to give us better access to her open and vulnerable crotch. I am surprised and aroused at her sensuous response to Jerry. Sue reaches toward me and motions me to lay beside Ann. She straddles my thighs pressing her pubic mound into my buttocks and begins to massage my shoulders and back. Sue's hands slip under my T-shirt and move onto my bare skin. Ann turns her head sideways to watch me, and I watch her and Jerry above her. Jerry is now cupping her genitals from the rear. Ann gasps and moans and opens legs even wider. Sue pushes my T-shirt up around my shoulders, and I lift up on my elbows so that she can push it off over my head. Jerry copies Sue's move, and Ann allows him to shed her top. She is now nude to the waist under Jerry's hands. His fingertips trail back down brushing along the sides of Ann's small breasts which are pressed into the soft carpet and bulge out erotically along the side of her ribcage. Jerry presses his face into the cloth of Ann's shorts - his nose and mouth between her ass cheeks. He moves his head up and down caressing her asshole and the sensitive skin between her rectum and vagina. Sue watches Jerry approvingly, like a teacher with an adept student. "Turn over now," Sue whispers to me. I comply, exposing my huge erection just under the loose sweatpants. Sue acts as if she doesn't notice it, but Ann does, and she smiles at me. Sue places her hands on my pecs and rotates them smoothly around my nipples, grazing my nipples occasionally - as if by accident - with her thumbs. My nipples become erect. Jerry again copies Sue and asks Ann to roll over. Ann blushes in the candlelight as her beautiful chest is exposed to "strangers". Sue murmurs approvingly at Ann's breasts. Ann is pleased at the compliment, and her nipples swell in response to the attention they are receiving. Jerry bends over Ann and kisses each nipple - delicately, almost chastely. Ann shudders. His kisses continue down the midline of her soft belly, and his hands replace his lips on her breasts. He reaches her navel. He dips his tongue into it. Ann moans loudly. Jerry is encouraged by the sound and pushes down on the waistband of Ann's shorts with his chin. Ann helps by lifting her hips and pushing her shorts to her knees with her hands. Immediately, Jerry accepts her unspoken invitation by putting his mouth on her steaming sex while pulling her shorts off with one hand. I am incredibly aroused at the permission my wife has given my best friend. I stare, fascinated, at his brown tussled hair, his face, and Ann's light brown pubic curls pressed up against his cheeks. His nose and mouth are obviously deep in Ann's hairy cunt! We all can smell the musky odor of Ann's arousal. Almost without my realizing it, Sue's hand is releasing the drawstring of my sweatpants and slipping into them to find my rampant cock. Lifting my hips, I allow Sue to reveal my excitement and push my pants down around my thighs. My erection tingles in Sue's sure-handed grip. She has done this before. She knows men's bodies. Her thumb gently rubs the nerve bundle just under the head of my cock. I am so excited, my hips buck up under her. It feels so good to have Sue holding me. Jerry has found Ann's clitoris with his mouth and is sucking on it. I know that Ann will last only a few seconds under this attention. Sure enough, her cheeks glow even brighter, her breathing becomes loud and heavy, and then her whole body freezes for one second as her orgasm takes her over the top of the pleasure hill. And then she bucks and bucks and moans and twists as she gives herself up to the intense sensations in her groin. I grasp Ann's hand as she experiences her climax, and she looks over to me as her spasms subside and smiles at me with heavy lidded eyes. She is sodden with lust. Sue's hand is barely moving on my rigid penis, but the sight of Ann tugs me toward a sympathetic orgasm, and my sperm shoots out. The sudden sight of my semen startles Sue because I had given her no warning, but she chuckles in pleasure with me and dips a finger into one of the thick, pearly globs on my stomach and touches her finger to her lips. "Looks like we did good, partner." Sue says to Jerry. "You have real talent." "The pleasure was really all mine, Ann." Jerry responds. "I love getting to know you like this. And thanks to both of you for inviting us to be with you this weekend." Ann is very shy at her nudity now, and at the intense emotion she has just displayed so wantonly in front of Jerry and Sue. She sits up and kisses Jerry's cheek and says, "I think I would like to go to bed now. It's been a long day but a wonderful one. Come on, honey." Ann looks at me for agreement. I nod agreeably. "Sue and Jerry probably want to be alone now anyway. This whole evening has kind of taken me by surprise. Now I know what Thanksgiving is really all about. And Ann, I don't know if I'm going to let you sleep right away." Ann smiles and laughs sexily, "OK, tiger, show me the way!" Once we are in our bedroom, we make love, hotter and more passionate then Wednesday night's loving. I came inside Ann twice before we curl up to sleep. As I drift off, Ann is still shuddering from her own orgasms. Next door, I can hear Sue's cries of passion. She and Jerry must be doing just as well as we are. The rhythmic sounds of the pounding surf calm our pounding bodies, and we sleep until the sun awakes us. # # # # Friday morning, I awake before Ann and listen dreamily to the seductive surf sounds just outside our bedroom. Silently, I get up and shut the bedroom door and slip back to the king size bed. I look at Ann's nude form laying there. Her short blonde hair, full, beautiful breasts, smooth silky bottom and the thick, dark forest between her legs. I begin kissing her cheek and move down to her neck. She stirs and turns her chest into mine, brushing her tits and nipples against me. She opens her mouth and draws mine to it in a deep, passionate kiss. She urges me on top of her, and my growing erection slips into her mound. I pump slowly in and out of her as she opens her eyes and smiles at me. "G'morning, lover!" Ann murmurs sleepily. "I love your alarm clock." "We can't be too loud," I whisper as I nuzzle the downy hair on her neck. Jerry and Sue will hear us. The walls in this place are kind of thin." Ann's eyes open wide in surprise, but I coax her mind back onto what we are doing with a deep thrust inside her loins. She bites her lip to keep from crying out as her passion builds towards another orgasm. I feel her hips shudder, and her vaginal muscles tighten around my penis, and I began to concentrate on my pleasure. Ann's is obviously intense enough, and she starts to buck. I think about how deep I am inside her and how it might look when I come inside her. Then, as she lets out a passionate gasp, I explode. I begin to spurt inside her, and her vagina clasps me even more tightly. We both shudder involuntarily as our climaxes overtake us. After we collapse against each other, I begin to wonder if Jerry and Sue can hear us. 'Nah, probably not.' I think to myself. 'We are so close to the ocean that the surf is pretty loud.' Little do I know! Later that morning on an early beach walk, Jerry laughs and tells me that he and Sue were listening at our door! Such friends! The four of us have golf reservations Friday morning at 10 am at Pacific Grove Municipal. It is a beautiful course right on the Pacific, and I am looking forward to it. The weather is spectacular - no morning fog and no coastal overcast. The sun is brilliant, and the sky is clear. We are all quiet and reserved around the breakfast table after last night's amazing events. Sue seems the most relaxed of the four of us. Ann and Jerry can't bear to meet each other's eyes, and both engage Sue and I in neutral chatter so they don't have to talk together. Sue smiles warmly at me, and her look goes straight to my groin. I am really attracted to her. Golf is a great success. Jerry doesn't play too well, and Ann is just learning, but Sue displays remarkable athletic ability. She hits the ball well, and we all enjoy the course and the sounds of the ocean and the barking seals sunbathing on the rocks. Both Ann's and Sue's rear ends look very tempting in golf slacks, and Jerry and I forget all concern about our golf scores. After a late lunch on Fisherman's Wharf, we get back to our rented beach house in plenty of time for another spectacular sunset. High clouds are backlit by the setting sun, and the colors blaze in pinks and oranges and purples from one end of the sky to the other. Up and down the beach, the Pajaro Dunes property owners are out on the sands enjoying the spectacle. We grab a bottle of cabernet and four glasses and walk down on the beach. The day of shared fun, the beauty of this setting and last night's intimacies are all working together on the four of us to produce an almost hypnotic atmosphere of closeness. Jerry sets his glass down and stands behind Sue, embracing her as they both gaze at the sunset. Her buttocks press back into his groin, and his hands move to her breasts. I stand beside Jerry, and Ann leans back into me along side of Sue. I can sense and feel, rather than see, Sue's hand drop down and reach back for Jerry's crotch. As the last rays of sun disappear, the four of us turn to each other and all embrace under that spectacular multi- colored sky. We feel particularly blest to be in that place and time together. Sue whispers to the three of us, "There's lots more to learn about sensuality if you're all game." "I am!" I respond quickly. "Me too!" says Ann. "You can't leave me out," cries Jerry and gives the three of us a hearty squeeze. Unfortunately, it is so hearty that my wine spills on Ann's shirt. "Let's go in now. I've got to get this out before it stains." Ann says. Thanksgiving, Part 2/3, (m/f/m/f, consensual) This story was originally posted in December, 1996. If you didn't get a chance to read it then, here it is again. I hope that you enjoy reading the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. NOTE: This story is, of course, for adults only-so don't read it if you don't think that you can be mature about it. Reading and writing these stories should be acts of fantasy, and I hope that you can keep your notions of real and fantasy life separate in your mind. I know I can. Not only have the actions described not occurred in real, everyday life, they are not likely to occur. The characters are fictitious and don't resemble people in my life, and most importantly, they don't practice safe sex. It would be very helpful for me to hear from those who read this story. How does it make you feel? Does it help you masturbate more joyfully? Does it increase your libido? Have you shared it with other friends or lovers? How could it be better for you? I promise to answer all respectful, non- abusive E-mail notes. Because I have grown children who use the Net, and because my employer would not enjoy the publicity, I must keep my identity anonymous. I am a happily married, 50 year old male, 6' 2" and 175 lbs. I keep physically fit and enjoy sex very much. My wife's real name is not Ann. I would be glad to share more information if you are interested. Thanksgiving, Part 2 Once inside, Sue lights candles and turns off all of the electric lights. Sue dares Ann to leave her top off after soaking it to get the stain out. Sue promises that she will do the same. I light a DuraFlame log, and its shifting tongues of fire cast moving shadows on the darkened walls of the living room. The post-sunset twilight is almost gone, and the surf is beginning to take on a white phosphorescent hue. Sue stuns me by appearing nude and standing over me as I close the fireplace screen. Her breasts are amazing, and she openly displays herself to me - turning slightly first to one side and then the other so that I get a three dimensional effect. Her nipples become erect under my eager gaze, and they become really long and hard with a sort of squared-off end. Sue must be aroused, because just behind each of her nipples is a sort of secondary breast - an areola, a small pink, puffy mound upon which her nipple projects. My gaze continues down, and I see that Sue's pubic hair is very blond and sparse, but the hairs are quite long. The hair goes down around her cunt lips. Her labia are visible in the firelight and appear thin and long. They seem to be getting swollen and thick as I gaze upon them. Maybe it's my imagination again, but Sue's outer lips are thickening and turning from a dull pink to almost crimson- purple. My breathing is becoming ragged in the face of Sue's erotic beauty. Ann slips up behind me and whispers, "You like her, don't you. I do too. She's beautiful." Ann moves into the firelight, and I see that she is topless, and she bends to remove her slacks and panties. As Ann rises, nude, in front of Jerry and Sue, I am reminded again of her beauty. I can see Jerry and Sue's admiration in their faces. Ann turns to me and unbuttons my shirt saying, "You don't want to be last, do you, Tom?" Sue helps Jerry out his clothing, and we are quickly bare-assed together in front of the fire. Ann pulls me over to the couch, and she leans back on it, offering me her breasts with her hands. Jerry and Sue watch and smile as I pleasure Ann's chest with my hands, tugging her nipples alternately erect with my thumb and forefinger. Ann pulls my head to her and opens her mouth to greet my lips. I continue to massage her breasts, and she thrusts her tongue into my mouth. I feel a hand on my blood-engorged cock. Ann's hands are holding my face. It must be Sue. I look back and am shocked to see Jerry stroking my erect penis up and down. I am even more shocked at my own feelings. I am not repulsed. I like having my friend Jerry's intimate touch. Tugging gently on my cock, Jerry moves my lower body over Ann and inserts me deeply into her already wet vagina. Jerry caresses my rigid cock shaft with his finger tips back and forth, and then I sink all the way to the balls into Ann. "Oooohhhh!" Ann and I moan at the same time. Jerry and Sue exchange looks and smile. "It looks like they're having fun." Sue says. "Let's help some more." Sue kneels beside the couch near our hips and reaches between my legs to caress my testicles. Jerry puts one of his hands on my ass and slides the other between my body and Ann's so that he can play with her breasts. Ann reaches down to touch her own clit - her favorite way to make herself come when we are having sex. I lift my hips a little to accommodate her, and suddenly both Ann and Sue are touching my genitals. Both women caress my sex, and then Ann opens her labia to find her clit. Sue holds my balls with her fingers while her thumb finds my anus. She inserts her thumb to the first joint, and I moan and this unexpected invasion. I begin thrusting into Ann with a slow rhythm. We are both very excited by the presence of Sue and Jerry and the touch of their hands all over our bodies. I feel Jerry's hands rubbing my back as I thrust. My buttocks quiver with each stroke into Ann's cunt. Her vaginal muscles are beginning to grip my prick like a velvet fist on each upstroke, as if she doesn't want me to go out. I feel Sue's mouth on the crack of my ass, kissing and licking. Soon her tongue joins her thumb, and I feel her wet tongue thrusting into me ever so briefly. Quickly, her sensuous lips move down toward my balls, and she sucks each in turn gently into the warm cavern of her mouth. Ann and I are both breathing deeply and heavily. I match her rhythm and know that I am close to climaxing. Jerry's attention to Ann's breasts and my cock thrusting into her has brought Ann to the brink also. "I'm almost there, honey. Hang on just a second and wait for me." Ann gasps into my ear. Jerry begins moving his kisses toward Ann's neck, and he puts his tongue in Ann's ear. She groans out loud and through clenched teeth says, "Here it is now. Aaaaahhhh. It's so good!" Ann's hips buck four or five times underneath me, and I can feel my cock throbbing inside her clenching vagina. I release my own climax. The two of us are jerking together with spasms. Sue's pleasure instincts are so good! Right at the height of my orgasm, she starts rubbing the base of my cock shaft right behind my balls. Spurts of my white semen must be splashing all over her vaginal walls. I think I am going to literally explode. I see red, and gasp, "Oh God, that's good! I love you, Ann!" Still embedded in Ann, I rest my head on her shoulder. Jerry rubs my back and legs, and Sue comes around to give Ann a gentle kiss on the lips. Then Sue kisses me. Exhausted as I am, the touch of her lips still electrifies me. Jerry sees my reaction and bends down to kiss Ann. All four of us know instantly that something unique is going to happen. I roll off of Ann and sit on the floor beside the couch. Ann lays back on the couch, her thighs wide open, and she tousles my hair with her fingers. Her labia are thick and swollen, just like my soft semi-hard penis. Jerry and Sue are really hot. Tears of pre-cum are dripping from the tip of Jerry's large cock. It bobs out in front of him with a slightly upward tilt. It must be 9" long. They lay on the floor in front of us, and Jerry begins to explore Sue's vulva. The tip of her clitoris is just peeking out of the top of her slit. They grab each other and kiss passionately. Jerry has Sue lean back on her elbows and spread her legs so that the firelight illumines her vagina for us. Her sparse blonde pubic hair goes down around her cunt lips and peters out near her asshole. Jerry pulls her outer cunt lips away from her cunt maybe one and a half inches, exposing her inner lips which do not protrude much and are softly jagged in contour. Ann whispers to Sue, "How can you take all of Jerry? He is so large." Sue smiles and replies, "My vagina is pretty tight all the time, but it is plenty deep. My G spot is especially important to me. It is maybe an inch or so up into the canal on the front side. Kind of right behind my clitoris. I love to be stimulated there with either a finger or by a carefully placed cock, and Jerry's cock is shaped just right to hit it." I can't believe the sudden urge I have to have Jerry's pretty cock in my mouth. It is the first time I have seen him erect. I also have an urge to help guide his cock into Sue - just like he did for me and Ann. Sue bends over Jerry's cock and begins to pleasure him. Sue's mouth captures the head of his cock, and her lips work their way down towards the base. Her hand cups the thick, wrinkled skin of his hairy scrotum, rubbing his testicles to make him moan. She engulfs his cock with her mouth and slides her mouth up and down on his penis, making him buck his hips. Ann and I watch, transfixed by this erotic sight. We are wondering when he is going to spurt, but Sue stops sucking him and draws her mouth slowly away, licking the underside of his glans as she does so. Then Sue lays back on the shag rug, spreading her legs to reveal the moist opening of her sex. I lean over and whisper to Ann, "My God, she is gorgeous and desirable!" Ann replies, "I've never really thought about another woman's body until today. Sue's beauty is so sensuous and stunning. I can't believe I'm getting wet just thinking about her." "I understand what you're feeling. I'm having some of the same erotic thoughts about Jerry." I tell her and kiss her warmly just as Jerry buries his face into Sue's pelt. Jerry buries his nose between Sue's swollen labia and licks his girlfriend deep inside her sex, stroking Sue's clitoris with his thumb and probing her tiny asshole with his finger. Sue begins to buck like mad, and then she has a vigorous climax, showering Jerry's face with her cum. She is gasping his name, begging him to screw her. As Jerry mounts her, my hand slips down to Ann's juicy cunt. Two of my fingers enter her as Jerry's cock penetrates Sue's tight vagina. He holds himself above her with his strong, muscular arms. His buttocks bunch with the strain, and his pelvis thrusts down and back firmly and aggressively as he screws Sue. Ann rotates her hip toward me and moves against my hand as we watch Jerry's penis glisten in the firelight. His cock is long and hard and wet with Sue's juices, sliding in and out of her wet, blonde forest of hair. Her ass thrusts against him, and her breasts shake every time his balls impact her groin. My cock grows hard against Ann's thigh as we watch them. Her hand comes down to caress me as I thrust lightly against her flesh. I continue massaging her vagina and clit while my friends make love on the carpet before us. Now, Jerry and Sue are thrusting at each other in a frenzy of passion. The sounds of their love are loud - skin slapping wetly on skin, grunting and moaning. The smell of an aroused cunt permeates the whole room. I don't know whether I am smelling Sue or Ann. Sue's climax is upon her. She is under Jerry, and her tight vagina is clasping his erection like a vice. Her moans and cries become a deep sensual purr. Jerry's scrotum tightens, and his balls are pulled up under his cock. The tip of his dick burns deep inside Sue, and finally, he lets out a loud growl of unbearable pleasure and spurts all over the walls of Sue's pleasure cave. His hips and buttocks jerk with each of several spasms. The spasms occur further apart, and with one final convulsion, Jerry's full weight sags down for a second on Sue's sweaty body. She bears his weight easily until Jerry pulls out and rolls to her side, nuzzling her neck in gratitude. Even limp, Jerry's cock is unusually long and lays floppily across Sue's thigh. She pats his cock like a good friend and hugs Jerry. I am no longer masturbating Ann with my fingers and am holding her against me as she recovers from her own orgasm. She came when Jerry did, but her hips and thighs and sex are still quivering with passion. When she finally catches her breath, she gasps, "My whole body is quivering. I've never been so high with sex! Being with you guys is incredible!" Jerry's stomach rumbles noisily and breaks our exhausted silence, and he volunteers to go out to the kitchen for some turkey leftovers. We all realize we haven't eaten anything since we were at Fisherman's Wharf in the late afternoon. Ann offers to help Jerry - her shyness about being naked in front us is apparently gone. Maybe it is the luxuriously sensual mood we are all in. It feels like there is permission for anything as long as it is not harmful. Anyway, Ann's nude form sways gracefully as she rises to follow Jerry into the kitchen. Sue and I watch her rear end as she rounds the corner into the next room. When she is gone, we smile at each other comfortably as we relax by the fireplace. I recall that this house has an outdoor hot tub on the front patio overlooking the surf. Without clothing, I step through the sliding glass doors and turn the heater on. The instructions left by the owners promise that the water will heat up in 20 minutes. Sue loves the thought of the hot tub. She tells me, "It gets me completely hot and bothered, and I usually find myself reading erotic stories in the Jacuzzi with a hot jet of water pulsating over my cunt." That image started tingling sensations in my groin, and I reach over to caress Sue's back. She is lying prone on the carpet. My hands travel down her back to her buttocks. Sue murmurs, "I love to be massaged, especially my ass cheeks and my feet. It's such a sensuous feeling." The food isn't ready yet so I straddle Sue's legs and begin to knead her asscheeks. Her ass is pretty tight, and I grip and twist her buttocks as if I were making bread. Occasionally, my thumbs stray into her crack and brush the sparse blonde hairs around her rectum. Each time I do this, Sue shivers and moans. Sue, by her own example, is teaching all of us so much about sensuality. Spreading her legs, I kneel between them with Sue's knees on either side of me. The bottom of her vulva and her anus just above wink and glisten at me in the firelight. Her smell surrounds me. My hands work down her thighs, to her calves, to her feet. I massage her feet one at a time, slipping my fingers in between her toes, rubbing the bottom of her arch with my thumb. She has high arches. Turning my attention back to Sue's lovely ass, I lean forward and run both hands up her inner thighs until my fingers are just brushing her pubic hair but not quite touching her labia. I am aware that Jerry and Ann have returned with food and wine and are silently watching my massage of Sue. Ann nods at me and smiles. I grasp Sue's sex with my hand and let my middle finger slide through her damp pubic hair and slip between her labia. Bending over her, I kiss her asscheek and tease her clitoris fleetingly with the tip of my middle finger. Slapping her butt gently with my other hand, I say, "Let's eat!" Sue laughs and rolls over enjoying the tease, but we are all hungry. We each make our own cold turkey sandwiches with cranberry sauce and all of the trimmings. Ann has zapped the turkey dressing to heat it, and Jerry has opened a bottle of merlot for us. Ah, the good things! My hunger is subsiding after two turkey sandwiches, and I notice the steam rising from the hot tub out on the front patio. "Looks like our communal bath is ready," I announce. I lead the way and dip a toe into the water. Must be close to 100 degrees. I ease into the tub gingerly - "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh," I sigh. Ann and Sue and Jerry follow eagerly, and soon, all of us are luxuriating in the hot bath, and each of us has found a jet to massage our butt and lower back. The tub is small, and the four of us fill it. Our knees touch each other, but we are not sure who is touching who. So everyone explores and touches everyone. Our nudity no longer seems daring - just natural. I rub my groin and ass and armpits and feel squeaky clean. Then I try to rub Ann's groin, but she giggles and pulls away. We are feeling pretty mellow. The sky is unusually clear for the coast at this time of year. It is about 1030 pm, and there is no moon so the stars are brilliant. We help each other pick out the different constellations. The Milky Way splashes gaudily across the whole sky. Down the beach to the south we can see the glow of the Monterey Peninsula lights. Just to the north is the glow of the City of Santa Cruz. In between is the continuous line of rolling surf - white phosphorescent in the dark. After about 20 minutes, conversation slows and stops, and we are all feeling warm and sleepy. Jerry is first out of the tub, and his long, soft cock swings and drips as the hot water cascades off of his nude body. Once outside the hot tub, his flesh puts out steam into the starlight. Jerry says he is bushed and ready for bed. We all silently agree, and very shortly the house lights are off, and we are all in bed. Ann and I crash into our king bed without bothering to shut the door or put on sleepwear. Surf sounds lull us to sleep. Thanksgiving, Part 3 Something warm is nuzzling my groin. Something wet and hot engulfs my cockhead. I pretend to sleep but am instantly aware that Ann is giving me a wake-up present on this lovely Saturday morning at the beach. I hold her head gently in my hands as she services me. My usual morning hard-on fills her mouth. "Oh, Ann. It feels so good... " I mutter in a sleepy voice. My appreciation stimulates her, and her head moves up and down faster. She sucks and licks more vigorously. My hips start to buck involuntarily, and a few seconds later, I come in her mouth. She drains me and squeezes out the last drops. My orgasm leaves a light sheen of sweat on my chest and belly, and I lay back limp - my eyes open and my body satiated. The good things never end! Ann crawls up to give my lips a morning kiss - a sloppy, wet one this morning, and I taste myself. She says, "Your cock and balls are so clean from the hot tub that I wanted to suck you off. Without that pungent male odor that your crotch usually has, your cum has a slightly different flavor. I like it." "Thanks for the kiss and for the morning relief, darling." I reply. "God - Now I've got to piss like a race horse!" I get up bare-ass to go to the bathroom and notice Sue and Jerry grinning in the doorway. They have been watching us the whole time. I blush deeply and grin. "You guys put on quite a show so early in the morning," Jerry says. "What else is on the agenda for today?" "How about a walk on the beach before coffee? The tide is low, and we can chase sand pipers and look for sand dollars. Then we can have lunch in Carmel By The Sea and visit some of the shops." That plan is enthusiastically endorsed by Sue and Ann, and we all begin to throw on some clothes. We don't need much because there is still no fog, and the sun is out and warming up the beach already. Carmel is fun, but expensive. Lunch is pretty fancy for us, but we enjoy it for a change. Afterward, we split up with Jerry and me looking for men's stuff. Sue and Ann say that they will cover everything else. Jerry and I stop for a beer, and Jerry talks a lot about feeling the pressure in his law firm for billable hours. Working as an attorney is different than he thought it would be when he was at U. C. Berkeley's School of Law. He would like to start his own law practice but feels that he hasn't established the contacts yet. I tell Jerry about being a reporter and confess that I would really like to be writing a novel. The grind for "printable" news is relentless, and I have a very different idea than my editor about what is "printable copy". But I have two kids to raise, and I need the money. We both promise each other that we will strive harder to "Do It Now!" and then continue to meander through Carmel's quaint, picturesque streets. Jerry ends up buying a Genuine Stetson straw hat for $50, and I settle on a carving of a mother grey whale with her calf on her back. Ann brings back a sweater and a book on The Art of Massage that Sue recommended. Sue has three charcoal sketches of women of different ages. She says that they caught her eye and remind her of her mother and herself. Plunking our booty in the trunk of the car, we make tracks back to our special beach house for our last night together. We want to get there before sunset and just make it by 5 pm. By the time we get our wine out to the sand, the sun is already a huge orange orb, and the light is reflecting pink and purple. There is a breeze, and we get sweaters and hike together 2 or 3 miles down the beach to where the Pajaro River enters the Pacific just above Moss Landing. The brisk walk in the salt air is refreshing. # # # # Back in our snug and now familiar beach house, I light the last DuraFlame log, and we cluster on the floor by the fireplace. This is a magic piece of carpet for the four of us after last night. As we relax, we talk about the day and then about our feelings for each other. The atmosphere definitely gets charged when Ann starts talking about how beautiful it was last night watching Sue's and Jerry's bodies and seeing them make love. Ann confesses how attracted she is to Sue and how surprised and confused she is by that attraction. "It seems so strange to be over 30 years old and thinking about being intimate with another woman for the first time." Ann admits. Sue says she feels the same way about Ann and thanks her for the compliments. Sue leans across my lap to Ann and kisses her gently, tentatively on the mouth. Ann hesitates for just an instant and then opens her mouth to receive Sue's tongue. Ann's face is flushed, and I can't tell whether it is from arousal or embarrassment - or both. Feeling their instant passion, I slip out from between them and leave the two women to begin to explore their new world. Jerry and I are tremendously excited by seeing Ann and Sue pressing their bodies into one another and disrobing. We begin pleasuring ourselves and expose our already erect cocks. We stroke ourselves in the manner we each had developed from long habit and years of masturbatory practice. I am awed by the full length of Jerry's hard cock and imagine my hand squeezing him. Our eyes turn to Ann's breasts because Sue has exposed them to the firelight, and her mouth clamps fiercely down on the nearest one. Sue acts like a thirsty suckling at her mother's teat, and Ann moans aloud. "Let's get these off," Ann mutters, and both women separate for a few seconds and hurriedly strip off their clothing, including shoes and socks. Our eyes are riveted on their completely nude bodies. Ann sucks on Sue's slightly larger breasts until Sue's nipples lengthen and darken in color with their flat tips - like pencil erasers. Ann doesn't stop here but proceeds to kiss and lick her way down to Sue's pubic hair. She nuzzles it and smells Sue's strong, musky odor. Sue opens her thighs to give Ann better access, and her odor reaches Jerry and me. Ann's tongue is impatient, and she quickly pushes through Sue's labia and finds her clitoris. Ann licks circles around it with the tip of her tongue, teasing it, not quite touching it. Sue grimaces and shows clenched teeth. She grunts, "Do it to me there, Ann. I need it now. Suck me off." Sue lays back on the carpet now with knees up and thighs wide spread. She displays her sex to all of us. Ann plunges her middle finger into Sue's vagina. Sue is sopping wet. Ann adds two more fingers and licks Sue's clit as she thrusts. "Where did you learn this, Ann?" Sue gasps. "It is so good - so wonderful. I love it." "I'm just doing what I would like you to do to me," Ann mumbles around a mouthful of Sue's redolent twat. Sue is now pumping her hips against my wife's face. I am transfixed by the shocking eroticism of the two women. Jerry and I both are dripping pre-cum by now as we stroke our swollen cocks. I discard caution and gently reach out and put my hand around Jerry's long, thin cock. I had held him briefly last night when I guided him into Sue, but this time was for me, I admit to myself. I am finally stroking another man's cock from base to tip. Jerry lays back enjoying my caress. With my thumb, I smear his tears of pre- cum around the head of his weeping cock. I reach over with my other hand and cup the hairy, wrinkled thick skin of his scrotum and feel his testicles trapped inside. I stroke him more rapidly up and down, and he moans that I am doing good. I start to spit on my hand for lubrication, and then in the instant decide to take a more direct approach. I lean my mouth toward Jerry's quivering prick. Sue and Ann turn to watch me suck cock for the first time. I tease Jerry and them by licking his balls until the scrotum skin tightens and then the base of his cock. Then I lick up and down the shaft and all around the head. I touch the tip of his cock with the tip of my tongue, tasting him. "Suck me, please suck me now," Jerry murmured impatiently. This is it! I swallow the first six inches of Jerry's cock, and it hits the back of my throat. Jerry tries to pump further into me. I can't believe I've got my best friend's cock in my mouth. I want him to feel good. I begin to pump his shaft with my fist and suck passionately on the flared glans - paying special attention with the tip of my tongue to that sensitive nerve bundle just behind the head that feels so good on me. "Oh, yesssssss!" Jerry cries. He holds my head against his groin with his hands and watches Sue and Ann. Sue is bucking frantically with Ann's face buried in her muff, and I know she is just about to climax or has already started. Jerry's own orgasm overtakes him, and everything is blotted out. His cock swells up in my mouth, and his balls tighten up further. He spurts stream after stream of warm semen into my mouth. The taste is bland and a little salty - not disgusting at all. I suck all of him up until I feel him softening in my mouth. I keep licking him until he is too tender and begs me to stop. I chuckle and am gleeful that I have been able to give Jerry this much pleasure. Ann is lapping Sue's wet cunt after her orgasm. Sue twists around so that she can get to Ann's sex at the same time. She kneels over Ann on her elbows and knees and plunges her tongue into Ann. At the same time, she grasps Ann's ass cheeks and probes her anus with her middle finger. Ann is very quick and has a small orgasm almost immediately. "Don't stop!" she gasps. "I'm going to come again." Sue presses her face into Ann's vagina, and Ann has another orgasm. This is a violent one, and she freezes up rigidly as she goes over the edge, and then she bucks powerfully against her lover seven or eight times. It goes on for over a minute. Both women are licking and grooming each other. Then they sit up and kiss tenderly and lean back against the couch. Their faces are blissful. They smile at each other and at us with lidded eyes. "Tom hasn't come yet," says Jerry. "We'll fix that in a hurry," Sue replies with a laugh. "Here, let me have that pretty cock. Oh, so thick and hard." Sue swallows all of it, grasping my balls at the same time. I am kneeling in front of Sue, who is sitting on the floor, and she is sucking me off expertly. Jerry crawls over behind me and starts to lick the crack of my ass. Soon his tongue is on my asshole and is poking inside. Ann gets up on the couch and kisses me passionately, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I am overwhelmed with the caring of my wife and friends and with the sensations they are giving me. I am drowning in pleasure, and within 30 seconds I am spurting semen around the inside of Sue's mouth like a fire hose. Sue swallows every drop, leans back and looks up at me, "I'm hungry, Tom. That was just an appetizer. I think I'm ready for a bottle of wine and some more turkey leftovers." For emphasis, she tugs gently on my rapidly softening cock. The turkey leftovers drill goes pretty quickly the second time around. We are veterans, and besides, the turkey and trimmings are almost gone. Sue is the hungriest. The rest of us just nibble, eat cheese and crackers and sip a pinot noir. Feeling Sue's mouth on my cock for a few moments brings back all of my fantasies about her. I have been making it with her in my imagination since I first saw her on the beach Thursday. She is sipping her wine and leaning on the couch as I coax her to spread her legs. Soon I am oblivious to all else as I grab her ass and pull my face into her hairy, wet cunt. Jerry sees me make my move and seizes the opportunity to make love to Ann. I think Ann has been hoping that this would happen ever since she saw Jerry's long, thin penis. Sue accepts my clumsy advances willingly, and she groans as I eat her aroused, sticky vagina. She opens herself wide and slides her cunt down to meet my face, and I grab her ass in both hands and pull her to me. My tongue plunges into her, and she twists her hips to let me get even deeper. I feel like her vagina is sucking on my tongue. Her love tunnel is tight and narrow, and my tongue fills it. Sue wants me in her now! She pulls me up by the armpits and grasps my cock. Deftly she pulls my chest to hers with one arm and slips my penis into her cunt with the other. I am hard, and she is wet, and I go in to the hilt in one smooth stroke. Sue's body accepts my invasion, "Unnnggghhh!" she groans as I slide deeply into her. My cock feels like an iron bar. Sue's vagina milks me and grips me and refuses to let me withdraw. When I pull out of her and attempt to return, her grip on my cock makes me feel like I am forcing my way into a virgin. For me, Sue's acceptance is the peak moment of the weekend, culminating all she has taught us and all we have learned together. Ann and Jerry are on the floor beside us - Ann squatting over Jerry's groin. She grasps his cock and slowly lowers herself onto it. Then she rocks side to side to completely impale herself on it. Jerry is thrusting involuntarily and gasping at Ann's aggressive eroticism. As she moves up and down on his cock, Jerry massages her breasts. Her smaller left breast is almost completely covered by his hand. Watching Ann and Jerry distracts me from the sensations that Sue's pussy is providing for me and allows me to last a little longer. I am sweating and already about to burst deep in Sue. Sue senses my impending orgasm and my control ebbing, and she gently disconnects and turns to present her ass to me as she lays her head and breasts on the couch. Reaching back between her legs, she grasps my erection and guides me back into her hot vagina from the rear. It is a new feeling, and I gain a small measure of control. Sue tells me that in this position, my thrusts will hit her G spot and give her the best orgasm. My hands rest on her butt, and I thrust deeply into her. Sue bows her head and backs into me to make the penetration deeper. My thumb grazes her anus and probes this virgin territory gently. Somehow Ann has been able take all of Jerry into her. He is gritting his teeth trying to hold on for a few more seconds. Ann is rubbing her clit furiously as she squats on Jerry's cock. Suddenly she goes over the edge grunting, "Now, lover, I'm coming now. Let me have your juices now, Jerry." She feels Jerry spurting streams of semen into her hot sex and cries out, "Oh, you're coming. I can feel you inside me." I watch my wife take her new lover, and enjoy seeing her pleasure herself with such a large cock. I don't think I would feel this way if Jerry weren't my best friend. Sue's vagina is grasping me more tightly, and seeing my wife's orgasm sends me to the edge. "Do my clit now, Tom." Sue gasps. "Do my clit right now, and I'll come like a rocket." I reach around her thigh and place my fingers on her pussy. I can feel my prick pushing in and out of her. It's not hitting her clit because I am coming into her from behind. With my fingers, I dip into the front of her vagina and smear her own juices up onto her clitoris. Then I stroke it up and down like crazy. "Aaaiiieeeeeeee!" Sue screams. "It's so good. Don't stop moving, Tom! Oh God, Tom. God it feels so good. Oh, Tom, fuck me. Make love to me. Oh, yes!" Sue bucks back against me and twists her pelvis as she grips my penis with a vice grip. She shudders once, twice, three times... and finally a fourth and last time. These spasms take over her entire body. I begin plunging into Sue's vagina now with so much force that my balls slap against her hairy pubic mound repeatedly. Just he thought of screwing this vision of sensuality is enough to bring on a terrific climax. I know that Ann is watching me with this wonderful woman in the most intimate way. My hips move faster and faster, and I feel a storm of energy. It's happening. I'm there, and my cock is blasting sperm into Sue's vagina from the rear. I feel like my insides are squirting out. It's over. I'm exhausted, and I lean down against Sue's back and hug her to me with my hands on her breasts. Ann reaches out to catch my limp penis as it flops out of Sue. She uses it as a handle to pull me over to lay beside her, and she kisses me and nibbles on my ear as she whispers that she loves me. Sue and Jerry have found each other also. The four of us laying in front of the dying fire make a stunning tableau. Ann and I would have said a week ago that this could never happen to us - that we would never swap partners - never join eagerly in a foursome. Yet all of that has occurred in the last three days. We are all too exhausted to sort it all out. Jerry and Sue have to leave early on Sunday. It is time for bed - no one even wants to use the hot tub. Each of us takes the time to kiss and hug each of the other three. And then it's goodnight. # # # # Epilogue Thanksgiving at Pajaro Dunes happened 13 years ago. We haven't seen Jerry and Sue since that time. Jerry married Sue and moved to the East Coast. The two of them are both "free spirits", and they divorced after a couple of years. Jerry and I haven't done the backpack trips either - crossing the continent was just too far to go. We do keep up with them through Christmas cards and occasional letters, and we promise each other to visit, but we never do. Jerry now practices law as a sole practitioner and is doing quite well in a tough economic market. He does personal injury work, and his last Christmas letter told me that he had just settled a spilled coffee case for over $4 million. He re-married and started a family with a woman who worked for his firm and was 10 years younger than him. Sue never re-married and moved to New Hampshire. She writes terrific erotic stories on the alt.sex.stories newsgroup and uses the handle "SueNH". She loves her little red Miatta convertible sports car. Ann and I learned a lot about ourselves during that unique weekend in 1982. Labels like hetero and homo-sexual have lost a lot of meaning for me. We are all simply sexual, and sensuality is as vital to us as fresh air. Our bodies are not as trim as they were then, but our sensuality is more delicious than ever. For that, we offer the most profound thanksgiving. The End -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----