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A Farewell

By: moonstormer



I stepped out of the train station, and saw you standing in the parking lot, waiting for me in front of your car. Grinning ear to ear, I bounded towards you, quickly crossing the distance between us as I threw my arms around you. Pressing my hips against yours, I leaned up and kissed you softly, our lips just brushing against each other. You held me close for a few extra moments, before letting me go, as we threw the bags into the car and got in, ourselves.

Knowing we didn't have much time together, I couldn't take my eyes off you, trying to soak in every detail. I wasn't paying attention to where we were going, knowing that you would make sure I got to my destination on time, and besides, there was plenty of time. We were chatting away, making easy conversation, and enjoying each other's company, when I noticed that we were no longer on the highway, but on some quiet back roads.

I was having a hard time keeping my hands off you, and soon stopped trying to contain myself. I started by resting my hand on your thigh, but it soon traveled to between your legs, where I found your member stiffening. Within a few minutes, you pulled over to a quiet side road and turned the car off. You grabbed me by the hair and kissed me forcefully as my hands worked quickly to take off your seat belt, and undo your pants. When I wiggled your pants down slightly, your huge, hard shaft popped out, pointing directly at me.

Your hand still in my hair, you forced me down, your massive member entering my hungry mouth. I greedily sucked you deep into me, before bobbing up and down on your rock hard cock. I heard you let out a moan as you relaxed your grip on my hair, letting me focus on pleasing you. I adjusted my positioning slightly so that I could take you deeper into my throat; this took my ass off the seat, my back arching slightly as I bent across the car to suck you. Looking in the side mirror, you could see my ass peaking out from under my skirt.

I had neglected to wear my thong, and you could see my cunt lips become more swollen, as I started to leak out pussy juices. You reached over slightly and pulled up my skirt, then reached under me to slide your finger into my slipper slit. I moaned on your cock as you ran over my clit, my expressions of pleasure sending vibrations down along your rod. I bucked against your finger, trying to get more pleasure, but my pulled your finger away and instead spanked my exposed ass, telling me that you would pleasure me if and when you wanted.

Wanting to make up for possibly displeasing you, I bobbed faster on your cock, then slower, alternating speed, as I know you like, running my tongue over your engorged head. I could taste your precum leaking out, and knew you were close to your orgasm. I was completely consumed with trying to make you cum, that I almost didn't hear you when you told me to stop. I looked up at you, your erect staff still in my mouth, and you looked down at me harshly, telling me that you don't want to have to tell me again.

I sat up slightly, and before I knew what you were doing, you had practically thrown my torso into the back seat, but my lower body was sticking out from between the two front seats. You pushed my legs apart, so one knee rested on either seat. Then you ran your meaty phallus along my slit, covering the head with my juices. I tried to push back against you, but you held my hips in place with one hand as you used the other to slowly guide your cock inside me, coating your member with my wetness. I moaned loudly and tried to push my hips back against you, wanting to take your entire thick, massive shaft inside me. Slowly, completely controlled, you thrust into me, your throbbing rod slick from my leaking cunt.

After a few slow thrusts, you pulled out, leaving me gasping and begging for more. You pressed the head of your cock against my other entry, as you ran a finger over my cunt. I pleaded with you, needing to cum. You leaned down to me, and told me that you would let me climax, but only exactly when you said so. I nodded as you rubbed my most sensitive place, my hips bucking and body writhing, as I was overwhelmed with pleasure. You told me to cum, and as I felt my muscles spasm, you thrust your hard, slippery cock into my ass. I cried out as the pain mixed with pleasure, my orgasm lengthened as you filled my tight hole.

Eventually, my muscles started to relax and you were able to start pumping into my ass. I moaned as your member hit all my spots from other ends. You told me I could cum as much as I wanted, and soon I was inundated with orgasms, one after another. My muscles became weak from all the clenching and soon I was partially collapsed into the back seat, only held up by your shaft in my sheath, like a puppet. I heard you moaning louder, and when I came the next time, you came as well, shooting your hot load inside me.

You stayed inside me for sometime as our bodies relaxed, then pulled out and redressed. I started to climb back to the front seat, but you ordered me to stay as I was. I obeyed, and as you started driving again, you would occasionally reach around and slide your fingers in both my holes, filling me and keeping me wanting more. Exhausted, I still was begging you for more, wanting to cum yet again.

We arrived at the airport, and you pulled into the parking lot. You told me to kneel on the front seat, and when I was properly positioned, I saw your hard cock appear from your pants once again. Yet again you grabbed me by the hair, forcing me to suck you. But this time, you did not release your grip, instead guiding me up and down, bobbing as you fucked my face. I heard a sound, and realized that it was a car door opening. I tried to pull away, but your hold was too strong, and you continued to force fuck my face.

All of a sudden, I felt something push against my slippery cunt, and realized that it was another dick inside me. I moaned and struggled against you, but you pulled me off your cock and slapped me across the face with it, my only saliva smacking against my cheek. As you pushed me back down, you told me that I was not to fight you, that you wanted to cum in my mouth as you watched another man use my body. I moaned my assent, and continued to suck your shaft deep inside me, as the other rod pumped into my wet hole. I could feel my body responding to his attentions as well, and you watched as my body began to writhe. You told me that I should cum, that you wanted me to climax as much as I wanted, as long as I continued to suck you.

So there I was, having my face fucked by you as another man thrust like a piston in my cunt. I moaned and climaxed, and the pounding didn't stop as I was used like a whore, your whore. I heard the man behind me groan, as he pulled out and came; you must have told him he wasn't allowed to cum inside me that was only for you. Able to focus better now, I sucked more rigorously, and soon you were coming as well, your hot load filling my mouth as I savored your taste on my tongue. The car door closed, and I knew the man was gone having gotten what he came for. I readjusted my clothing and tried to look presentable again as you pulled your pants back up and got out of the car. We pulled my bags out, and you walked me through check-in and to the security check. We hugged and said our farewells, and I walked on to fly away, still tasting you, your cum dripping out of my ass and down my thigh; the best kind of goodbye I know...

A Farewell Contest



Fr. Davy's head was spinning as he walked down the stairs to the parish basement. There was so much to do as he prepared to move: personal effects to pack, licenses and registrations to change, mail to re-direct, action lists to make of his first objectives in the new church, lists of things he had to do before he left, outgoing appointments with staff and his replacement, incoming appointments with his predecessor and his new staff at the new parish. It was ten years since he'd arrived, and the detritus of the long stay made his move more difficult.

It was a hot June Thursday outside, and underneath his cassock he wore nothing but his boxers. The sandals on his feet would have made some think he was a Franciscan, but his cassock was black, which was the wrong color. 

The Altar Society Farewell luncheon was something he looked forward to with mixed emotions. They were always nice to him, treating him like a favored son, but there were times he was frustrated with their inability to try new things he suggested to them. For a while he considered saying no to this idea, but his mentor reminded him to be gracious to all as he left, for his sake and theirs, so after putting it off as long as he could, he let them schedule it two days before the Friday he left.

Mamie was the president of the group, and met him at the door. "We'll have a nice lunch, Father, you can say a few words if you want, there's be a little contest we want you to judge, and then we'll have a nice piece of the farewell cake." A large cake with the legend "Farewell, Father Davy" filled most of a side table, with a picture of him in his cassock emblazoned on it.

After saying grace, the lunch of finger food and salad progressed as usual, with the buzz of conversation filling the reverberant basement hall. At the head table, there was no one across from him, and during the meal the ladies were too busy talking to each other to pay much attention to him. He looked around the room, taking in the face of every 40, 50, 60 and 70 something woman for his mental scrapbook, feeling happy to be with them this last time.

When the meal was over, Mamie tapped a glass with a spoon and spoke. "All right ladies, now we have the program portion of our meeting, and there's a contest Father Davy will judge for us. The winner will get this wonderful collection of Tupperware, worth over a hundred dollars, that will come in very handy for summer picnics. And thanks to Charlene for providing today's prize for us." Charlene stood up for a brief round of applause, nodding and waving to the ladies before sitting down again. "And now, Father Davy, we need to go into the next room for you to judge our little contest."

"Do I have to?" He said with a mock whine.

"Yes, you have to," she said, imitating his tone of voice. "It's going to be in the sewing room, so if you'll lead the way."

He got up and made his way across the room, bathed in the adoring smiles of the ladies. There was a gleam in several faces he couldn't figure out: were they glad to see him, glad to see him go, or imagining already what life without him would be like?  The sewing room was on the opposite side of the hall, and one of them opened the door for him. Mamie and a couple of ladies were right behind him. The room was rather empty except for a white chaise lounge sitting in the middle. Cabinets filled two walls, as well as a high window with opaque glass: the floor was carpeted with scraps and florescent lights made the room harsh. "Sit down on the lounger, Father, and we'll get started."

He sat down, and a blindfold was placed over his eyes. "We want you to judge us fairly, Father, so no peeking" Mamie said. "Just lean back and we'll get started. Please Father, it'll be over soon."

For a moment he pondered, but decided to slide back into the lounger and put his legs up. Quicker than he could react, he found his hands bound irresistibly to the arms of the lounger and the bottom buttons of his cassock being undone. "What the hell. . .?" he began, before a sock entered his mouth and made speech almost impossible.

After his buttons were undone to his waist, his boxers were pulled down and his cock was on display for everyone present. He tried to wiggle out of it, but hands held him down. "All right, ladies, it seems we have a bigger prize than we ever hoped for. You know the agreement: the one who makes him blow his load wins the prize. Time limit is 30 seconds per contestant."

"That's not long enough." A voice objected.

"Well, I don't care, Martha. If you're good enough, he'll do it."

"But I'm too far back in the line."

"Luck of the draw, Henrietta. Just so we don't have to work from a flaccid start, I'm going to get him going so the first lady has as much chance as anybody else." A soft hand grasped Fr. Davy's sumptuous member and began to tease the head. Two more hand joined it: one went up and down and around the shaft while the other began to tickle the wrinkled skin of his scrotum. He writhed and wiggled, but the bounds and the restraining hands kept him in place and shortly he began to erect in spite of his fear and confusion.

"All right, Rosie, you get first crack. Ready, set, go!"

Being a career seminarian and a virgin, Fr. Davy never had anyone perform oral sex on him before. The sensation of his penis in a soft, gentle mouth almost made him ejaculate on the spot, but the feeling was so wonderful he fought to prolong the experience. His struggles to liberate himself stopped abruptly, and several high pitched voices giggled.

"Time." Another mouth took the place of the first, a smaller mouth, one that could not take his entire cock at once, but licked him up and down like a lollipop while he trembled. She was replaced by someone with false teeth, or rather, someone without false teeth. "All right, Mary!" Mamie cheered as a nose was buried in his pubic hair.

The fourth contestant concentrated on his ballsack, liking up and down and sucking one of his fleshy orbs into her soft mouth. After two more contestants, one pushed his legs up high and probed for his wrinkled star with her tongue, invading his pucker while she stroked him fiercely.

After a while, Fr. Davy felt like he was on a roller coaster: the contestant would barely come up to the point of no return before having to give way, and the pause between contestants would made the journey back more and more difficult. The sock in his mouth kept him from complaining about his plight, and he moaned and groaned as if that would make his wishes known.

"All right girls, we've all had a shot, so we'll have to cut cards to see who goes first on round two." A deck was shuffled and Fr. Davy sat there, cock standing rigid and moist, anxious to have someone, anyone finish him off.

The relay began again, and once again he was frustrated when he got to the brink. Comments floated back to his ears:

"My God, if we'd only known he had such a big dick."

"Is there any way we can keep him?"

"This isn't fair, we should get a minute each."

"They shouldn't let Mary and Hazel do gummers. Make them put their teeth back in."

"Sonia's such a slut for licking his asshole. She think he's gay or something?"

"Hey, maybe somebody should put a couple of fingers up his butt. It's about time he shot his load and ended this picnic."

His mind was becoming unglued before a superior talent finally brought him over the edge. It felt like he was sucked into a tornado, his seed rising at hurricane force at her beckoning; her hand on his balls squeezed to make the conclusion inevitable. After filling her mouth with his sperm, she pulled off to let the other ladies see her success as he cascaded in several pulses. Several hands massaged his wet skin, and a couple of tongues started lapping up his salty fluid, working his entire genitals to get every drop.

Fr. Davy laid back almost completely limp. He'd never known such pleasure was possible, or the Altar Society was capable of something like this. When they were done, his boxers were pulled up and his buttons redone; the last one undid one hand and let him finish releasing himself. Mamie was the last out, and gave him a big cheesy smile. "How about that for a farewell present? It's a tradition here. Fr. Harris almost had a heart attack at his farewell."

Staggering to his feet, Fr. Davy walked unsteadily back out into the hall, to a prolonged standing ovation. Awkwardly, he looked around the beaming faces. Over in the corner, Barbara sat with a shy smile on her face, clutching a couple of large plastic bags, and winked at him.

Returning to the head table, he was handed a server and beckoned to start cutting the cake. He did so in a dream, as Mamie leaned over to whisper in his ear: "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. You know what it is. We'll go up to the confessional for my penance, and I've got a nice, new leather whip for you to make me really pay for my evil deed."

And a small voice in his head said: "Shit, why do I have to leave this place now?" 



A Farewell in Texas



It happened so long ago. I had been married for 20 years. I'm now 44 and I haven't had sex in 5 months. My husband has gone to his computer and now spends all his time looking at pornography and masturbating. I know, I should have listened to my friends, they told me I wouldn't be happy with him. But that was until recently, about 5PM last Tuesday. Let me fill you in on a few details before I begin.

I was born Lisa Conrad, I have an athletic build due to my love of workout's, and I have a "fair sized" chest (hey, a girl must have at least one secret, right?). My husband, well, he was born Mr. Brian Conrad, he was well built back when we started dating, I mean, that's what attracted me to him in the first place. But since we got married and he got his new fangled Internet (telling you, I cannot understand a single thing about these computers), he just fit's watching porn and eating. That and jerking off when I'm not around.

Well, this Tuesday started out like any other. I woke up next to my husband, headache, nausea. Too tired to care what time he got to bed at. I just looked at him, he looked like a beached whale. Ugh. It's amazing how people can let themselves go. I couldn't have cared more, it was a hot summer Texan morning and I had to get ready for a big party. Had to be there by 4:30PM. One of my friends was getting a new job in France, and so we were throwing her a big going-away party. With a few male strippers, of course! I looked at my clock; 7:30AM, I had just enough time to get to work, leave early, go home, get ready, and leave for the party. That is of course, if Mr. "I'm too sexy for my fat", didn't want more KFC brought in while he watches his porn.

I wont bore you with the details of my morning and mid-day, it bored me to even see it first hand (I work at a company answering calls for pregnancy support, workaholic you could call me).

I watched the clock from my desk at work, it was about to hit 2, I was nearly free! Then it happened, my cell rang. A sinking feeling came to me and I checked the name (please don't be him please don't be him!). It was Jacqueline, with a sigh of relief I picked it and said "yes?".

"I hope you will be ready for this party, Lisa!"

"I hope so too, Jacky, I really need some time away from home."

"Why do you think I invited you first?"

"Because no one else picked up their phone?"

"Lisa, you have 2 and a half hours, do not be late!"

"I won't Jacky" I said nervously as I noticed the clock had just hit 2PM. 

"You better not be either!" She muttered back at me.

"Look, I have to get moving if I'm making it." I said, eager to get out of this place.

"Not a problem honey bunches, just don't let that fat ass tell you to stay home, he's been making you his slave and property for far too long!"

"I wont Jacky, bye for now!" I said as I hung up. I grabbed my purse and made for the door. The drive home I put on my cheesy '80's album. Sang every song home. I pulled up the drive, half expecting him to be watching TV for a change, asking me to bring him some more food of some fatty origin to feed him. Can you see I'm mad on workouts?

I entered the house, slowly. I looked around, no one here... I ran upstairs to shout at him for watching porn again and as I flung open the door to our bedroom, nothing...

"He must have gone out! This is great!" I thought to myself cheery. I got my clothes out and my make-up. I stripped down and turned the shower on. As I was washing myself down I was thinking how much fun this night will be, this break that I needed for so long, finally.

As I stood admiring myself in the mirror, my knee length tight black dress, my black stockings under, I had some strap black pumps I had been saving for some time. My make-up was perfect! And my hair was up in a bun just perfectly, with some strands of hair falling down over my face to compliment it. I had selected my earrings and got some big hoop one's out. After finalising with some perfume, I was ready!

It was 4:50PM by the time I arrived, Jacqueline was waiting outside, tapping her shoes as usual.

"What time do you call this Lisa!?" She shouted above the sound of the music playing.

"I call this taking my time while he is out, to get ready! Why? What time do you call this?" I said with a smile.

She showed a smile back and took my hand.

As we entered the club a few of the guests had already arrived. We sat and had a few drinks while we waited for our final and most important guest of the night, Claire. The one leaving, remember?

As soon as she entered she came running up to us, we all shared in a hug and giggled. The DJ seeing us, waved over and got the guys ready. We all sat down to what we thought would be a good show. The first one came out to a beat from DJ Hicks (our resident DJ here in this small town), he was really nice, slender, well built. I was drooling. As the night progressed the guys were finally able to strip rather than just dance. We all started to clap as they started to strip down. One by one they revealed more of themselves. One guy went up to us and started to give us lap dances to some of the girls.

Everyone blushing and giggling away one came up to me. He started thrusting his cock in my face and I held up my ring finger. He looked at me and shouted "feel like a show?" over the music. I couldn't believe what I was hearing! Here was a gorgeous man offering me sex, and I'm saying no?

He looked at me some more and grabbed me by the waist and lifted me onto the table. The other girls moved out of the way while cheering him on. I couldn't help but blush and giggle. He ran his hands down and up under my dress and hiked it up to my waist. Then he grabbed my panties and pulled them down and off my legs. The girls couldn't stop from yelling and shouting. Me? I couldn't believe what I was allowing here. Nor could I believe how wet it was making me. He looked at me and said into my ear "nice pussy sweetheart, does it get fucked much?" I responded "no, haven't you seen how wet it is?".

He ran his hard cut-cock over my wet pussy and slowly slided it inside me, suddenly I was overcome with lust, my heart was racing and I felt like I was going to cum just from him entering me. He started off slowly fucking me while my friends just watched on cheering. Even the girl the party was for!

He started to speed up. I was moaning so much, he felt amazing, I could feel my pussy squirting out juices, gripping his shaft and holding onto it tightly. He grabbed a leg and raised it up. One of the girls took my other leg and held it open for him. He grabbed my waist and started to thrust faster. I arched my back and let my head fall back. I was screaming with every thrust, the feel of his cock entering me felt so good!

My pussy was starting to give way, I could feel it building up. I started to scream as the first wave hit, his cock spreading my pussy lips was too much and I came. But I wasn't done. He thrust in harder and deeper and I couldn't stand it, I came and came. He slipped his cock out of my dripping pussy and put it to my mouth, at this point I didn't care. I started to suck his cock clean. Suddenly he says "I'm going to cum" and he pulled his cock out of my mouth and came all over my face. I looked up at him panting. He offered me a towel, and the girls were cheering. I turned it down and got all the cum onto my fingers and sucked them clean.

At the end of the party, they all thanked me for a good show. I drove home that day grinning. With a well fucked pussy. I pulled into the drive, and he came running out, yelling for his food. I smiled back and said "get it yourself" and went to get a shower.

He still to this day doesn't know about that night.

Lisa.



A Farewell Party Becomes Personal



I am a bank manager in one of the major banks in Sweden. I have recently got a new job in a totally different type of company and have to move to another city. I have been with the bank for quite a long time, the last ten years as branch office manager.

This was my last working day. I had cleared everything and emptied my desk. In the afternoon the usual "thank-you and fare well" reception was held with many people from the bank and quite a few customers attending. From head office came my boss and held the speech, as always very flattering. I thought though that he meant at least part of the words. I was also very pleased that many of my former employees at the branch office showed up. They all thanked me for being helpful to them in their carrier. I have always been interested in people's development and it has paid off. I never have had any problems getting staff to my office. The word has spread around that it is a good climbing step up the ladder. I have former employees in many places in the bank, which always is helpful to solve problems and smooth the proceedings. The backside is that we always had new staff to teach.

I was flattered that so many wanted to come and wish me luck. Especially the females were grateful and hugged and kissed me intensely. The all said in different words that I had helped them go through the female barrier, the invisible wall women have so hard to overcome.

Now I sat at my desk picking up the last things. My colleagues and specially Birgitta, my secretary since ten years, was tiding up and moved around, no one seemed to be in a hurry to leave. Birgitta looked sad, I knew that she liked me. She didn't look forward to get a new boss.

I had already decided to end the day in the sauna. In the basement of the office building where we have our branch office, is a relax area with fitness rooms, saunas and sauna chambers. We rented the saunas one evening every week and quite a few of the office staff used to go there for an hour before going home. There were of course different saunas for men and women. There was also a common room for relaxation after the sauna. A wrap around towel is the appropriate dress code in there for both sexes. It is a good, relaxed way to get to know your colleagues off duty. It happened that my last day at the office was such a day and I know that at least some of the staff as usual would go there. 

I started to say goodbye to my staff. But to my astonishment most of them said they would see me in the sauna. So when it was time we moved down. With me in the men's sauna were two colleagues. We sat there drinking beer and had a good time. Suddenly the door opened and Birgitta stepped in. She had a big towel wrapped around her and tied in a knot above her breasts. We, on the other hand, were naked with only a small towel to wipe off the sweat. Birgitta ignored that and climbed to sit beside me in one of the upper benches. She said nothing. I put the towel in my lap to conceal my manhood. The atmosphere got a bit tense and soon my colleagues made their excuses to go shower. It's quite common to go out to shower when it gets too hot and then come back into the sauna. However, they did not come back. When I wanted to do the same, Birgitta put a hand on my arm and asked me to stay. I was confused, not knowing what to do or what was expected of me. Birgitta just sat there.

After a few more minutes the door opened and Cecilia showed up, dressed in a towel the same way as Birgitta. Cecilia is 36 years old and a bit on the wild side. She had been married twice but was now single. She always was the one to suggest things like office parties, girls' nights out and such things. She was a brunette with a good figure, perhaps a little stocky but it was compensated by an ample bosom. She was no beauty but had a nice smile and friendly manners. People always liked her. She always dressed daringly related to the dress code of the bank. The male customers however liked when she leaned forward over the counter showing a nice cleavage. She was good at her job and would soon be up for promotion.

Behind Cecilia came four more of the women and stood just inside the entrance. Towels were modestly tied above their breasts. They had brought glasses and bottles of sparkling wine and served. Cecilia brought glasses to Birgitta and me. She had to climb up a step to reach us and her towel opened up and gave me a good look of her naked body before she got hold of the towel. She smiled when giving me my glass. 

Cecilia stood in front of the group and said:

"I want to make a speech to our former boss. You have been good to us all and especially to us girls as was said upstairs. And you have never tried to take advantage of that or tried to get something back, which we are all grateful for and something we want to thank you for. You know all the facts about us since you have been our boss and also have been a trusted person to come to with our troubles. But we also know a great deal about you. We girls have compared notes so to speak. We have come to the conclusion that you are very fond of women's breasts. We have noticed that you steal glances at our breasts when you think you can do it without it being too obvious. And to your honor we have also noticed that you have done it with admiration in your eyes, which have made us proud. So now, when you no longer will be our boss, we want you to remember us not only by the facts and as a group but also what we and our breasts look like in person. So watch carefully, enjoy and remember this evening. It will be a once in a lifetime experience." 

She stood silent for a moment, then proudly opened her towel, shoulders held back, pushing her bosom forward. She slowly rewrapped her towel around her waist leaving her impressive breasts hanging free. In the process she gave me a good look at her pubic area, nicely covered by soft brown hair. She was standing erect and shook her breasts so they wriggled back and forth. She took her breasts in her hands pushing them up and forward and showed them to me. She also caressed her nipples, which soon got erect.


The other women cheered and clapped their hands. Cecilia stepped up and sat beside me on the bench, her breasts swinging lovely

Then the rest of the girls did the same routine. Some of them were a bit shy and made it quick, some of them did it more slowly showing off to my delight. 

I found myself sitting naked in the sauna with six ladies all of which except Birgitta with their breasts free to admire. They were of all sizes. From Carol's very small to Cecilia´s imposing bosom. It was beginning to create a problem for me. My dick responded to all the beauty displayed and it got worse when they started to move on the benches and wiping sweat from their bodies and breasts. I still had the little towel in my lap but it felt very tiny.

We sat there chatting and drinking the wine. The atmosphere was lighthearted and cheerful. I was busy admiring all the girls. Some tried to catch my attention by letting their breasts swing, by stroking and cupping the breasts, lifting them and pushing them up bending over towards me to give me the best view. It must have been some sort of an agreement between them to give this wonderful show.

The bottles were frequently sent around for refilling the glasses. Sparkling wine in a hot sauna goes straight to your head and soon we all were tipsy. The girls clapped their hands and cheered at each other's performances. 

Cecilia at my side took an active part in the show. Sitting so close to her gave me a very good look at her charms. She was shifting position all the time and her towel had for a while been in a position where I could see her inner thigh all the way up. The pussy, though, was shielded from my sight. But suddenly she shifted her legs and her towel draped itself so I could see her pussy. It was evident that she was aroused, her outer lips had swelled and her inner lips showed. It was a tremendous sight, such a fresh, good-looking pussy so close and without Cecilia noticing my stare. At least I thought she didn't notice.

All these lovely breasts and now this pussy became too much. I could no longer hold my erection down. It showed clearly under my small towel and I tried to ignore it. But just the thought of me sitting there among all these half naked girls turned me on even more 

Suddenly Cecilia became aware of my prediction. She laughed throatily and called for attention. 

"Hey girls, how about it, shall we ask our former boss for proof that he likes us?" They all started to cheer, clapping hands and urged her on. "Boss," she said to me trying to sound jokingly but with lust in her voice, "do you like us as women and not only as a working force?"

" Yes, of course I do, very much indeed. You are lovely, all of you. Just now I can only think of you as very desirable ladies," I said, trying to sound casual.

"Well, can you prove it?" Cecilia asked huskily. "Hey girls, do we want proof?"

They started to cheer and soon they went into a unison chant singing "proof, proof, proof . . ."

Cecilia's towel had opened up even more letting me see more of her pubic area. It was glorious and she was turned on. Her lips had swelled even more and her pussy had opened up. She was glistening from wetness. That lovely sight made my problem even bigger literally. 

The girls went on chanting and suddenly Cecilia shouted. " Girls, here comes the proof." She snatched my little towel away and my pride stood erect for everyone to see. I think my dick is nice, not oversized but thick and nicely formed. The girls went quiet at first then started giggling and clapped their hands. "Speech, speech" they shouted.

I sat there for a short while trying to find out what to do. Then I decided to join their mood and play along. I must have been pretty drunk to dare to.

I stood, let my erect manhood swing free in the air and said. "Well ladies, now you have the proof you wanted. I like you very much and the show you have given me. A man cannot lie about such things, this thing decides for his own, as you can see." I stroked my dick and happened to look at Cecilia who sat with her legs spread, bending a little forward on the bench to get a good look. My dick responded visibly when I saw her open pussy.

"And," I added jokingly and without thinking, " special thanks to you Cecilia." When they all cheered I took a step forward holding out my arms to hug her, but she ducked and took hold of my dick, stroked it a few times and hold it straight out.

"Look girls, isn't it good-looking" she shouted. She then moved forward, probably intending to kiss the head but did it with open mouth, which made my dick to slip halfway into her mouth. She froze for a second, closed her lips and sucked, then let go of my dick and rose to receive the hug my outspread arms still was offering. Of course her naughty towel slipped off her but that didn't stop her from coming in my arms. My dick stroked over her breasts when she rose and was pressed against her stomach. It was lovely to feel her naked breasts on my chest and she held me for quite a long time lightly rubbing her breasts and stomach against my body.

"My, My" I heard Birgitta say, " I think it's getting hot in here. Time to go shower and cool down, girls." 

That broke the spell and we all went out to our different shower rooms. 

I was the first to come into the sauna chamber, the room for relaxation and to cool off the after sweat. I was modestly wrapped in a bath towel around my waist. I had sobered up under the shower.

Birgitta had ordered small sandwiches and beer and wine and I helped myself at the counter and sat down in a low, comfortable reclining chair. 

The next to come in was Birgitta. She stood still for a moment checking the room, a statuesque full-bodied woman. We were of the same age, 52. All she had on was a thin towel that was fastened just above her bosom, leaving her shoulders free. It followed her curves when she moved. 

She filled a plate and took some wine and came to sit beside me. The other girls entered one by one, again wrapped in towels fastened over their breasts. 

They got settled with sandwiches and drinks. Through the door came a very pleasant surprise. Three more women entered, in towels like the others. It was former colleagues at the office and in fact I had missed them during the ceremony in the afternoon. They had been promoted high up within the bank during the last years.

They came forward to hug me and said that they of course wanted to say their farewell in person. I had helped them in their careers. And when Cecilia had told them about this sauna party they wanted to be here instead at the office, just like the old times. But they were told that my present staff wanted to have me on their own to begin with and that's why they hadn't joined us in the sauna. Did I had a good time in there, they asked, giggling.

They joined the other girls around me and told what they were doing. We had a good time, chatting, eating a little and drinking a little more.

Cecilia, who else, suddenly rose and went to the stereo to search for some music. She found a channel with dancing music. She sat for a while moving in her chair to the music. Then, she could not sit any more, got up and started to dance slowly on her own. She urged the other girls to join her and soon they all, except Birgitta, was dancing. Someone lighted some candles and dimmed the light. It got pretty dark in the corners.

The music changed to more rapid rhythms with a drumbeat. The girls followed. They had problems keeping their towels in place dancing so fast. Cecilia tried to tie her towel around her waist. One by one the other girls followed her example and I could see that also the newcomers joined. It was a heavenly sight to see them dance with their breasts swinging and bouncing. 

The music got even more rapid. The girls had to hold their towels to keep them in place but now and then the towels got loose and had to be rewrapped. Cecilia being the one to dance most wildly suddenly gave up, tossed her towel in a corner and continued to dance completely uninhibited bucking and gyrating her hips. The other girls shyly looked at Birgitta and me and then several let their towels fall to the floor. 

Since it was quite dark in the room those who were shy kept themselves in the back. However, now and then the dance brought them in the light from the candles. Some of them seemed to dance in trance, with an inward glance, not aware of the others. I didn't know how to watch the show without staring too much. But I could not resist, being offered so many naked female bodies dancing seductively. I was also a little embarrassed to have Birgitta sitting at my side watching me.

Birgitta leaned over, patted my thigh and whispered:

" Don't be shy. They want you to look at them and admire them. At least, secretly they want you to. So look, admire and enjoy. They wouldn't be here today if they didn't want to show off."

I sat back and really enjoyed the girls. What a sight to have eight naked or seminude girls dance before you. By now most of them seemed to have lost their inhibitions and was dancing and turning freely letting me see them from every angle. Though the light was subdued it was still enough to let me see their charms. Birgitta now and then made small remarks about the looks of the women and their dancing. I was in heaven.

This went on for more than half an hour. Towards the end the music slowed down and the girls danced very seductively and some of them came very close to me as if to give me a good look. But it was done very innocently, which added to the thrill. I could see Cecilia moving around talking to every girl for a little while, giggle and hug them as she left for the next.

The music program came to an end and that seemed to be a signal. They put their towels back on but most of them wrapped it around the waist leaving their lovely breasts free. They gathered in the middle of the room a little bit away from me and stood there for a while giggling and talking. Then they formed a line, Cecilia stepped forward, breasts bouncing, and said:

"Now it's time to end this party. We must go home but before that we want to say farewell to you and wish you luck. We hope you have enjoyed our show. Well, Oh, I can see for myself that you have, look girls, his proof is evident again. We love that you like us." 

She started to giggle and had to hold on to calm down. Then she turned around, lifted her arms and hands as if to conduct a choir, which in fact was what she did. The girls started to sing a simple tune. When she turned and lifted her arms her naughty towel slipped down again but she didn't care. She was standing ten feet from me stark naked with her backside at me, moving in rhythm as she conducted the girls. Her back was also marvelous with a rounded heartshaped ass, a two-finger passage between her inner thighs and a slim waist. What a sight. 

I was glad that I had a big towel wrapped around me, although my erection made it bulge, showing my excitement.

When the song ended they stood for a while waiting for something. Then Cecilia pushed Carol forward. She was the youngest in the office, only 22. She hesitantly stepped up to me, looked at Cecilia who urged her on. She shyly loosened her towel and held it open standing naked before me, legs pressed together to shield her pussy. 

She was one of these ultraslim girls, with long legs, narrow hips, nearly no waist and tiny breasts. She had an astonishing thick black bush covering her pubic area although it was trimmed. Her nipples were erect and stood out clearly. A thought floated through my mind; how was she able to accommodate a cock in such a tiny frame? 

She bent down over me, gave me a quick hug, kissed and said:

"Thank you, good luck, and please remember me". Then she turned and ran into the changing room.

We were all silent for a moment. It was such a surprise for me and when I looked at Birgitta it seemed that she was taken aback as well. So, this was Celica's idea and what she had been organizing at the end of the dancing. Well, I had nothing to complain about. It was lovely.

Cecilia took Karin by the hand and pulled her forward. She was the eldest except Birgitta and me, 47. She and Carol had been the most shy earlier. She stopped five feet from me with her towel well wrapped above her breasts. She slowly started to untie the towel, hesitated and then put up some courage and opened it, helding her arms outstretched over her head and letting the towel shield her backside from the other girls. I think she had given some thoughts about how to show off at the best. Her figure was plump and lifting her arms made good things to it. Her breasts lifted, her stomach flattened and her mons pubis stretched. When she slowly took a few small steps up to me, she kept herself upright, shoulders back and her pelvis put forward. Short at it was, it was a good show and gave me a good look at her inviting pussy with its tuft of light brown hair. She bent over me letting the towel drape over us, shielding the view. She kissed me, a long deep kiss and let me feel her breasts against my chest.

"Remember me", she whispered as she rose and let the towel hang over her shoulders when she went out.

Britt was next. She needed no coaxing to move forward. She boldly went up to me, opened her towel and let it slide back and forth a couple of times, doing a mini strip tease. She was blond, chubby and 28. Her pubic hair was a thick, blond bush, her breasts round and soft but rather small with very pink erect nipples. She let me have a long good look at her, before she bent over to hug me. When she did, she took my hand and put it over her pussy. She shifted her legs a little, giving my hand access to her lips and wriggled her hips, still pressing my hand hard into her. That caused two of my fingers to sink in between her lips and caress her clit. She held her position for a while pressing herself against my hand. She shuddered and it felt as if she had a small orgasm.




A Farewell Party Becomes Personal



She kissed me and said in my ear. "Thank you, I hope you will remember me." Then she turned and ran out of the room with swinging bottom.

Again there was a stunned silence. I got the feeling that the girls were adding to the agreed performance. I looked at Birgitta who smiled shyly but with excitement in her eyes. Cecilia and Anita, the last girl from the office, stood together looking at the fleeing Britt, with a thoughtful expression on their faces. Cecilia, unaware of me looking at her beautiful nakedness, absentmindedly stroked her pussy and caressed her clit with one finger. Anita, the 32-year-old redhead and the office beauty, was slowly stroking her left breast and had the other hand under her towel. I imagined how she was caressing herself. 

Agneta, Eva and Anna, the newcomers, were standing a little further back, towels around their waists, sipping wine and discussing. They didn't seem to notice the action of Cecilia and Anita.

Suddenly the two girls woke up, realized what they were doing, blushed and giggled. They whispered with each other, seeming unsure of what to do. Then they obviously reached an agreement, giggled and moved towards me. 

They stopped in front of me. Cecilia slowly opened Anita´s towel standing behind her. Anita caressed her breasts and as the towel began to open she shielded her muff with her hands. She was smallish, with long red hair held back by a string and her skin was pale with small freckles all over. Her breasts, firm and rounded, looked big on her small frame and her pink nipples were small and not very visible. Then she slowly took her hands away and . . . she was shaved. She was very aroused. Her outer cunt lips were swollen, her clit erect and protruding and her wetness shoved on her inner thighs. She was standing in front of me, hands on hips, feet apart and her pelvis put forward. She took my hand and stroked it over her mound and then put it on her hip. She started to caress herself and soon had two fingers in her pussy masturbating herself. She must have been very turned on because it took no more than a minute or so before she shuddered, cried out and lay down on top of my chest. 

I put my arms around her and held her to me for a while feeling her lovely firm breasts. When she calmed down she hugged and kissed me and said huskily: "Don't you dare not to remember me."

With that she rose, stood erect before me for a moment, turned and bent down to pick up her towel showing her bottom from a sexy angle. Then she rose and naked marched slowly out of the room.

Cecilia could not wait any longer. She straddled me standing on her knees on the chair. She caressed my upper body with her fabulous breasts and then put one nipple in my mouth. It felt fantastic.

"Do me," she said simply, pressing my hand over her pussy. "Please do me, I have wanted for so long to be touched by you and feel your body against mine. Make me come, please!" 

She was standing on all fours over me and wanted me to bring her to an orgasm. Her breasts were just touching my chest. Her hard, erect nipples felt terrific caressing my chest when her breasts swung lightly. I looked over at Birgitta and her lustful eyes urged me on. Her hand was under her towel and it was very clear that she caressed her pussy. I started to stroke Cecilia´s pussy with one hand and her breast with the other letting her nipples scrape through my chest hair. She sank down a little and my erect dick pressed into the valley between her ass cheeks, though still covered by my towel. I worked on her and it didn't take long until she came in a shaking orgasm. When it started she sat down on my hand adjusting the pressure on her clit and pussy. She tried but couldn't muffle her moans. She fell forward with her arms around my neck and lay still for a while.

She suddenly sat up, took my hands and rubbed them over her pussy and breasts. She kissed me and whispered: " I will never forget you. Will you remember me?" When she stood up I could see tears in her eyes and she began to move away. But she wanted to be the merry girl. 

"He is all yours, " she said to the three remaining ladies who was standing in the background intently watching her lustful performance. 

When she naked had walked out of the room I settled back and tried to compose myself. It was hard, the experience had been overwhelming and I was very horny. My dick stood at attention. I looked at Birgitta who seemed to be somewhere on her own with a content smile on her face. Her smile got broader when she felt my gaze and she blushed.

I looked up. Agneta, Eva and Anna had positioned themselves at the far end of the room. One by one they walked the about ten paces up to my chair with exaggerated movements, hips put forward and shoulders back, as if they were catwalking. Under the movement they loosened their towels and let them drop to the floor. I got long, good looks of their naked bodies when they marched forward.

Agneta came first. She was a slender 39 years old brunette with full breasts, which were sort of long with big areolas and erect brown nipples. Her bush was luxurious with rich, dark brown silky hair. She stopped close to me giving me ample time to admire her. Her pubic hair was formed and trimmed as a heart. The narrow sides of the heart surrounded her clit.

Then I had to look at the approaching Eva, 36. I had seen at the office that she had dark hair on her arms but now I realized that she was really hairy all over. She had small bushes in her armpits and her pubic hair was a big forest of black hair stretching half way up to her navel and on the sides of her lower belly. There was even a small trace of hair up to her navel and hair round her nipples. She took my hand and had me sift through her pussy hair with my fingers. Her hair was thick and rough and she stood close enough to give me a good wiff of her musky pussy smell. She was amazing.

Anna, 31, was on her way and needed my full attention. She was a blonde with a good figure and soft rounded breasts that swung nicely when she moved. When she came closer I saw that she was completely shaved. She positioned herself in front of me with her legs apart and her hips put forward and I got a pleasant shock. Her pussy lips were pierced with one small gold ring on each side of her pussy. What really amazed me were the five rows of gold chains hanging from the rings.

"I have dressed up my pussy for you," she said giggling. "Do you like it? But it is also a chastity curtain preventing unauthorized entry in my pussy. Do you want to feel it."

Without waiting for an answer she took my hand and put it against her pussy. I played with the chains and stroked her pussy while doing so. Her bald skin was very smooth She seemed pleased and pressed against my hand. 

She suddenly withdrew a little and did something that really took my breath away. She unhooked the chains. Her pussy was now bare and she put my hand back on it. My cock twitched at the thought that she had removed what she called her chastity curtain. 

Perhaps Agneta felt that something was going out of hand or she didn't want to be left out of the action. She sat down at the end of my chair. She told Eva and Anna to sit at each side of me. When they sat down they took my hands and put them in their laps inviting me to feel them up. 

There I was, sitting with a throbbing erection hardly shielded by my towel with three fabulous naked ladies sitting around me and being allowed to explore their bodies. An image flashed through my mind. These ladies were executives in the bank. I saw them discussing with customers soberly dressed in business attire but under their dresses their highly sexy bodies were naked. It added much to my arousal.

Agneta placed her hands on my thighs.

"Well," she said giggling, " you know the children's play: I will show you mine if you show me yours. We want to see your dick. We certainly have shown ours." 

"Yes," Eva broke in giggling even more, "we have heard that you like to flash your cock at innocent ladies and even shove it into their mouths. We also want to see it. Anna, will you do the honor to unveil this remarkable cock."

Anna slowly opened my towel, letting my very erect and hard manhood out in fresh air. The ladies gasped and sat staring for a while. Then they started to softly stroke over my body from my feet up and from my head down over my chest to the cock. Each turn ended with tender strokes of my cock. It was incredible sexy and I was struck by the fondness and caring these ladies showed. Meanwhile my hands were busy fondling their bodies, although Agneta was out of my reach most of the time. 

It was a tremendous feeling to have one hand in Eva's thick, rough bush and the other on Anna's smooth, naked pussy. Both had by now erect clits and wet pussies. My fingers slid easily up and down their slits and in between the pussy lips. I made sure to caress the clits and they both moaned when I did so.

Suddenly Agneta straddled my legs, bent down over my cock and wrapped her long breasts around it. She made love to me the Spanish way, between her lovely breasts. Now and then she kissed the top of my dick when it emerged at the top of her breasts. She made sure that my lower leg was pressed into her pussy and she rocked back and forth on it. I felt her erect clit. Eva and Anna continued to caress my upper body and guiding my hands on theirs.

It was too good to last long. I felt that my time was near and was about to tell the ladies. But Agneta must have sensed it too. She sat up grinding her pussy hard on my leg, held my cock in a firm grip and said with a deep, throaty laugh.

"Girls, I think he is about to come. Shall we let this cock flasher have his release?"

Eva and Anna giggled and said almost in chorus. 

"Yes, yes, we want to see him come for us." 

They turned half standing over my dick, their lovely bottoms nearly into my face. I got busy fondling these new assets then found my way to their pussies from behind. I was able to put my thumbs in their pussies and two fingers on their clits. I searched for their inner sensitive spots. 

Agneta bent down again. She rubbed her pussy and clit hard on my leg. She put my cock back between her breasts. She gave it a few strokes and then sat down rocking back and forth, saying:

"Girls, watch out. He will spurt now." 

She squeezed my cock between her hands and I erupted over her breasts. She was quick though. After the first spurt she shifted direction of my cock so my second load landed on Eva's breasts and the third on Anna's. The rest she milked out over her hands. She cried out. Anna and Eva writhed in my hands and moaned loudly. They shuddered and went rigid and then slowly relaxed. 

We all were absolute still for a while. Then Agneta gave me the erotic coup de grace. She licked my cum off her fingers and scooped up a little more from her breasts and put it in her mouth. She made a little show as if she was testing a dish and smacked when she swallowed the lot. Eva and Anna immediately picked up the meaning and did the same. The remaining blobs of semen were carefully massaged into their breasts. It was at the same time a highly erotic act and an act of fondness and caring. In my opinion, swallowing a man's come is the ultimate gesture of love. 

Eva added to the gesture of love by licking my cock clean.

We lay down for a while, the ladies resting over me. I tried to hold them close to me. It was very intimate and comforting.

Suddenly I heard muffled moans from the side. I looked up and caught Birgitta bucking her hips and with one hand over her mouth trying to keep quiet. She had finally got an orgasm of her own. After a while she sank back and looked happy. She caught me staring and winked at me, this time not at all embarrassed. 

The ladies started to move and slowly got up. They lined up to give me a kiss and a final feel of their bodies. They let their breasts stroke over my chest.

Anna rose and found her chains. She put them in place over her pussy. She looked marvelous.

Standing naked in line beside my chair they said in unison:

"You will always remember me after this, won't you?" 

Without haste or shame they slowly walked out of the room, again doing it as if cat-walking. It was a tremendous ending of a wonderful experience, seeing these three ladies walk away with swinging hips and bottoms.

When they were gone I sat back trying to calm down and relax. Though I had come just a few minutes back, I felt that my cock became a little hard when I recalled the event in my memory. Images of the girls flashed through my mind and my skin reacted as if they again touched my body. It had been incredible.

Suddenly I was aware of Birgitta at my side. She must have moved or something. I looked over at her and caught her staring intently at me. She realized that I looked at her and looked up at me. She smiled a warm and content smile and said giggling:

"I hope you liked the evening and the way the girls wanted to thank you and take farewell. I must say though, that they all put much more into it than was planned. It was quite a show, don't you think?"

"Oh yes," I said, "I am very flattered that they like me so much that they wanted to give me this wonderful memory. And that they made it so utterly personal."

Birgitta continued to giggle and looked down on my body. I followed her gaze and realized that I was naked and that my cock was slightly erect. I began to collect my towel and put it back over me. Birgitta burst into laughter and said:

" Don't you think that your modesty is a bit overdoing after what has happened. I have also wanted to see your cock and I have had good opportunities tonight. It had been real nice for me too. So don't be shy with me. But I will not go as far as the girls did. You know my husband and me too well. It would be inappropriate."

I had to stop what I was doing leaving the towel open, showing my crotch. It felt a bit awkward, I must admit. But Birgitta calmed down and we sat there for a while. I was not at all sure what she expected from me. 

Just when I felt that the situation needed some action, Birgitta rose from her chair and stood beside me. She looked down at me with fondness in her eyes. 

"Will you allow me to say good-bye in my own way? Can you stay on for a while? I must go and see the girls out and take care of a few things. Go freshen up if you want but please stay as you are until I come back. It won't take long."

She left the same way as the girls, not naked, but with spring in her steps and a smile on her face.

I took her advice and went into the changing-room to freshen up. I put on a fresh towel and went back in. Birgitta had already returned and sat in her chair. She looked a little tense and trembled slightly. I sat down on the side of my chair not knowing what she wanted. She had said earlier that she would not allow the same type of intimacy as the ladies had, but had she meant it? Was she waiting for me to make a move and seduce her?

I guessed she felt my insecurity. She said in a low voice, suddenly very sincere: "I have for so many years wanted to have you lying in my lap and to hold you in my arms. Will you allow me that this last night? Please, come to me."

I rose and went over to her giving her a hug for a start. For the first time I felt her mature body and soft breasts against me with only the thin towel in between our bodies. She felt great.

"Come on," she said, "put your head in my lap." 

I was not sure how she wanted it. The chair was narrow and I could not figure out how to position myself to fill her request.

"Sit down at the end of the chair and lay back," she said and slid back in the chair as much as possible.

It was a reclining chair with a footrest so I sat down below her feet my back towards her. I slowly lay back, expecting to feel her legs against my back. I stopped half way down when I didn't feel her legs and looked over my shoulder. I saw her raised knee and thigh bent outward. I could not see her towel. She put her hands on my shoulders and pulled me down. I got shocked. She wanted me to lie between her open legs! 

She guided my neck down against her pussy. It was naked, warm and moist! She wriggled her hips to get us in the right position. She wasn't satisfied until my neck pressed into her pussy and my skull was resting on her pubis mons. She put her feet below my armpits.

I could feel the heat in her pussy and that her outer lips were swollen. I felt the valley between them. The flesh over her pubic bone was thick enough to form a soft pillow and her maidenhair was silky. She tested closing her inner thighs around my head, rubbing them up and down lightly. It felt absolute terrific.

She stroked gently over my head and upper body. The whole situation was highly erotic but at the same time very intimate and I felt very close to her. I felt no shyness lying in her lap with a growing erection. I heard a deep, content moan and then a throaty laugh. She pressed her labia against my neck and I could feel her tighten her thigh muscles a few times. I guess she had a small orgasm.

She soon calmed down and we lay there chatting. It was intimate and comforting and I felt at ease. My manhood came to rest. 

Suddenly I sensed that she put her attention away from me. I heard a sound and looked over at the door and got a shock when I saw Christina, her daughter, standing in the doorway.

I had met Christina several times at the office, when she came to pick up her mother. I had also met her a couple of times in their home when I was invited to dinner. She was 29 years old and had been rather wild when growing up. Now she had calmed down, though she still had no steady boyfriend. Birgitta had several times talked to me about her problems with Christina but also that they in recent years had got a very good relation. I had always liked her and had enjoyed talking with her when we met. 

Before I had a chance to do anything, Birgitta put a calming hand on my chest.

"It is all right," she said, "relax. Christina has come to help me. I discussed this evening with her to get her advice. When she heard about all the teasing the girls had planned, she said that it shouldn't be right to leave you highly frustrated on your own. Of course, we didn't know that Agneta would take care of it the way she did. Christina also knew that I wanted to have you lie in my lap but not make love to you and that would frustrate you further. So she suggested that she should come and help us. I hope you don't mind?"

She closed her thighs around my head as if prevent me from running away. I calmed down and relaxed in my wonderful position between her legs. 

My manhood stirred when I thought about the meaning of what Birgitta had said. I saw Christina approaching. She also had a towel wrapped over her bosom and what could be seen so far were short cut, dark hair, a cute face and a shapely pair of breasts that easily held up the towel. 

She sat down on a chair next to us, innocently teasing me by letting the towel fall open enough to show her right inner thigh nearly all the way up.

"Hi," she said jokingly, "nice to be here. I think you have had a good time from what I could see from the changing-room. And I can see that my mother is taking well care of you. I know she have waited long for this opportunity. It looks like you are comfortable in her lap and I can tell that she is enjoying herself."

She looked straight at me and shifted her legs a few times giving me brief glimpses of her pussy. My cock stirred visibly which she noticed with joy and laughter in her eyes.

We sat for a while making small talk. She moved restless in her chair and crossed her legs back and forth. Then she rose and went to the stereo and put on a CD.

She started to dance slowly to the music.




A Farewell Party Becomes Personal



Birgitta said to me:

"She has taken courses in belly dancing but she doesn't dance in public. To be a good belly dancer she must have more fat on her body, especially round the belly and the bottom. It must wobble in the dance. Also the breasts should be bigger, although she has a good pair, don't you think. It's the coordination of dance and flesh movements that makes the belly dance. I think she will come there eventually but for now she is more into erotic dancing. I hope she will show us." 

The music got faster and with a pulse. She followed and soon the inevitable happened. She could not hold the towel in place so she let it drop to the floor pushing it out of the way.

She was gorgeous. A slender figure with accentuated, well rounded hips, breasts that was a bigger than normal for her frame size, both soft, firm and round with dark areolas and nipples that stood out. And her pussy was covered with thick black curly hair that was well trimmed and she was shaved around the lower part of her pussy lips. It gave her an experienced look. A rich bush to arouse and the hair taken away not to be in the way when making love. I loved the sight.

She danced as if on her own. It got wild, hips thrust forward and back. Hands caressing her body. Her breasts swinging and now and then cupped in her hands. Bending over. She was totally shameless showing off her body to us both front and back.

Birgitta was panting a little heavy and I could feel her thigh muscles work. She now and then closed her thighs around my head and also put her foot up on my chest.

Suddenly Christina swirled close to us and in one fleeting movement tore my towel away. She stopped dancing and looked intently at me, at Birgitta and at my cock. She laughed deeply when she saw my rock hard cock standing to her attention. Her eyes filled with lust and joy. She had a silent communication with Birgitta and must have got a go ahead sign. She moved slowly up to us, stood at my side and started stroking her pussy. She then took my hand and placed it over her pussy urging me to fondle her. She bent over and kissed my cock and started to suck first my balls and then my cock. She was very good at it, gentle and with the right pressure and speed. 

I fondled her pussy and her breasts as much as her position allowed. It must have been good enough because she started to moan and stopped sucking my dick. She concentrated on herself for a few moments and then a spasm rippled through her body. She tensed and was still for a while and then resumed sucking my cock with eagerness.

The pussy at the back of my neck became were wet and I very clearly felt the pussy lips. I could also feel her clit and that it got more and more erect. Birgitta wriggled around to get the pressure from my neck at the right places and worked with her thigh muscles. She pressed my head against her pubic bone stretching her flesh.

Suddenly Christina let go of my cock and straddled me. She took my cock in her hand and used it to stroke through her pussy slit and down her crack. I put my hands on her breasts and fondled them. They felt soft with a hard core underneath. The skin had a lovely texture and the nipples were hard. 

Christina moaned and placed my cock at her entrance. She very slowly eased herself down on my shaft. She was wet so there was little resistance but she had to thrust a few times before she was all the way down. It felt heavenly to at last be into a tight pussy and feel the muscles grip around the shaft.

She sat still for a while working only with her inner muscles. She was very good at it. She sure was experienced and knew what she was doing.

She started to ride me, slowly at first and then wilder and harder. Now and then she stopped and let her inner muscles work. She also let me taste her breasts a few times bending forward so that I could get them into my mouth.

She must have been communicating with Birgitta because I could feel them being synchronized in their movements and speed. Birgitta again started to breathe harder and was moaning nearly constantly. Christina, who had been almost silent up to now, started to groan and cry out. She looked down at me checking where I was in all this.

I started to thrust back, going up when she went down and that must have given her a signal. She changed her tempo and used first more rapid strokes and then she sat down and moved very fast up and down but only an inch or two. She pushed me deep into her and used her muscles. She was incredible talented.

I started to moan signaling that I was on my way. Then I felt Birgitta press my head down hard on her pubic bone and clamped her thighs around my head and kept them there, using her thigh muscles at full strength. She held that position for a while and then put her legs high up in the air. I guess that gave the extra pressure she needed because she shuddered and moaned loudly. Then she relaxed. She had got a strong orgasm through her sensitive pubic bone area.

Christina seemed to have waited for Birgitta. She started to spasm as soon as Birgitta had relaxed and sat down on my cock. She used only her cunt muscles to stimulate my cock in waves up and down. She took my balls in one hand and squeezed them. That got me over the brink and I started to come as well. She was a little bit ahead of me but not much.

She bent down and lay on my chest. I hugged her and felt her breasts against me. They were everything you could dream of.

We lay cuddled together for a long while. Christina was the first to break the spell. She eased down on me and licked my cock clean and tried to suck it back into life but it was to soon. She gave up and instead she caressed my whole body with her wonderful breasts. Her intention now seemed to be to give pleasure and not trying to get me going again. 

I reached back to fondle Birgitta´s breasts. I was only allowed to touch them before she took my hand away. But anyhow I got the feel of big, warm, soft breasts with big nipples, which still were hard.

Birgitta said that she needed to rise. Christina left and sat on the other chair. I rose and went over to hug her and she was more than willing to come in my arms. I looked over my shoulder and saw Birgitta stand up but she had already put her towel back. However intimate we had been, she did not want me to see her in the nude or fondle her body. It was strange.

Birgitta left to go shower. Christina and I saw her leaving the room still embracing. I had my arms around her back and she pressed herself tight to me, her breasts at my chest and her pussy against my cock. My hands found her buttocks and I squeezed them. She looked up at me and I saw a silent question in her eyes. She wriggled against me and my cock stirred. She immediately felt it and her eyes filled lust and hope. 

"Come," she said, "let's shower together."

She went to the door and stood there waiting for me. She was naked and her body glistened. She looked sexy and adorable. She smiled and shrugged to get her breasts bounce.

We went together into the men's shower room. She put on the shower and stood under it. I joined her and pressed my body at her back. My cock stirred and she felt it against her ass cheeks. 

She turned and started to soap me and paid extra attention to my cock. I returned her favor and kneaded her buttocks and breasts.

She knelt before me and sucked my by now half erect cock. She was good and worked hard to get me back in battle condition.

She stood, bending forward using the shower taps for support and spread her legs. Her hand was between her thighs beckoning for me to come close. She gripped my cock and used it to caress her crack and pussy. I groped for her breasts.

Suddenly she put my cock at her entrance and pushed back. My cock head slid in and I started to thrust to get deeper inside. It wasn't hard. Her pussy was wet and ready. I fucked her from behind with long strokes and pushed hard at the end of each. She started to moan and came.

I let her recover for a second. When I tried to resume she pushed me out and away. She stood and smiled at me. She got a bunch of towels and arranged them on the floor and lay down on her back. 

"Come I want you this way now," she said, raising her knees and spreading her thighs very invitingly. "Come, I want to feel your heaviness on top of me. Come to me."

She didn't have to beg. I was very turned on by now and her open pussy was inviting. I lay on top of her and she guided me in. I fucked her as hard as I could still lying on top of her. She groaned and moaned under me. I felt my orgasm build up and told her. She put her legs around my back pressing me deep into her. I could only thrust with short jabs but we were nearly there. A few moments later I came and she followed when she felt me spurt into her.

"My, my," I heard Birgitta say behind us. "You can't get enough, can you?" 

We finally got dressed and met outside. I didn't want the evening to end although I was sexually satisfied. But I wanted to be near these lovely, caring women and relax in their company. So I asked them out for a late dinner and they immediately accepted.



A Farewell to a Friend



Courtney and Alex have known each other for many years. From a distance, they shared some sensual, intimate, erotic and passionate moments. On one occasion, they acted these out in a hotel room in Texas. 

It was a memorable night for Alex. He will never forget the text messages and phone calls leading up to that experience. A room key was left discretely outside. He laid in bed, naked and hard. She entered, took her clothes off and climbed in to bed naked. The rest was a wet, wild and unforgettable evening. Time passed and they went more or less separate ways. 

But the time had come for one last adventure. And it would involve another person. They had often shared teasing stories about lesbian sex, anal and other wishes and desires, but that is all they were. Until now.

Courtney and Amanda arrived for dinner at Alex's about 6pm on Saturday evening. Amanda was not fully aware of why she was there, other then to have dinner with Alex before he moved out of state for a new job opportunity. Alex was attracted to Amanda from the day they met, through Courtney. Amanda was engaged but maintained a flirtatious side. Courtney hinted and teased Amanda enough to pique her interest.

Alex welcomed them as they came into his home to the smell of fresh food, country music in the background and candles. Both girls were dressed comfortably, casually, jeans and slightly revealing shirts. 

Through the evening, Alex presented a gourmet meal complete with matching wines. Alex wore jeans, his chef coat and a hat on backwards. As he moved back and forth between the kitchen and the dining room table, there would be a touch of the shoulder, a teasing comment or other flirtatious gesture. After the meal, they each took a glass of wine and went for a short walk.

When they returned, Alex asked that they wait on the couch for a moment as he went in to the bedroom. He returned and sat on the couch between Amanda and Courtney. To do so, he had to slide in between them as Courtney had sat very close to Amanda and had a leg draped over Amanda's lap and her arm around her shoulder. 

Amanda seemed quite comfortable as she rested her head on Courtney's shoulder and a hand on her leg, slowly rubbing it. The wine was having the desired effect on both, especially Amanda. Alex winked at Courtney and she knew that it was time. 

Even Courtney was not sure what was going to happen next, but she was aware of what the desired outcome was to be. As Alex sat between them, hands probed a little, the conversation was frisky and guard was being let down. Alex suggested giving Amanda a massage which she accepted without hesitation. 

Alex led Amanda and Courtney to the bedroom. Alex closed the door behind them. There were three robes laying on the bed and he offered Amanda a robe. He suggested she undress to the level she was most comfortable with, but noted that a massage was most effective when the maximum amount of skin was available. He led her to a bathroom that was bathed in warm candlelight. 

Courtney looked around the candle lit room and saw an array of oils and lotions as well as a small basket with a towel over it. He just smiled at her.

He handed Courtney a robe and suggested she undress and put it on, and he would do likewise. She turned her back to him and undressed and he marveled at the beauty of her naked body from behind, as candlelight danced across her tanned skin. He undressed and knew that his rock hard, erect cock would be very noticeable through the robe. So he wore the robe slightly lose around the waist so as to delay the inevitable. 

Alex and Courtney stood on either side of the bed and waited for Amanda to come out of the bathroom. Courtney wondered what had been taking her so long. Alex said he conveniently left a teen porn magazine called Tight on the shelf. He was hoping it would pique her interest and help whet her appetite. He was hoping the pictures of the hot girls and their stories of first time sex, blow jobs and getting it up the butt would stimulate her. 

Courtney liked the idea and said she was plenty stimulated already. She was wondering what she needed to do and he told her to just follow his lead.

Amanda finally came out of the bathroom with a smile on her face and her robe loosely tied around her waist. Alex could see her breasts peeking out of the robe and her shapely legs radiated with each step. He asked Amanda to lie face down on the bed and to undo the robe enough so it could be moved around as needed. He asked her if it was ok for both Courtney and himself to massage her body and she simply replied, "absolutely."

Laying down on the bed, she had fully undone the robe and Alex saw it could be maneuvered in any way needed. He slide it off her shoulders exposing her bare back. Her hands were resting under her forehead to ever so slightly prop up her head. 

Alex asked Amanda if it were ok for them to get comfortable and she said, "whatever you need to do." With a smile and a nod, Alex removed his robe and stood completely naked at the side of the bed, his cock standing erect and already seeping the clear, sweet pre-cum. Startled at first, Courtney followed and Alex just smiled at her beautiful body, supple breasts and shaved pussy. 

He took some lotion and poured some into Courtney's hands and some in his. Together, they started to slowly massage Amanda's bare back. She stirred instantly and let out a quite, sensual, "mmmmmmmm." Alex and Courtney maneuvered their bodies close to the side of Amanda. Following his lead, Courtney let her breasts brush against Amanda's naked body. Alex's erect cock made contact several times with Amanda's hand which she eventually started to massage each time his cock touched her hand.

They massaged her back, shoulders, arms, neck and hands. A stray hand would brush the sides of her breasts and she would lift her chest to allow further exploration. Alex moved the robe further down her body, revealing a shapely ass and smooth legs. 

Alex and Courtney each worked the length of a leg, up the butt and allowing their hands to wander towards the inner thigh. Each time a hand worked in between her legs, Amanda spread them slightly as if inviting a finger to probe her. The back of her legs, calf and feet were massaged as Alex and Courtney continued to allow their naked bodies to come in contact with Amanda's. The stirring of her body and gentle verbal noises confirmed she was enjoying the experience and it was time to try for more.

Alex asked Amanda if it was ok for him and Courtney to make her feel even better. Amanda responded with a very sexual, "yes." Alex stepped off the bed and went to the basket. He removed a toy that he held up to the light for Courtney to see. He eyes opened wide and a smile crossed her face. 

Alex told Amanda that Courtney was going to massage her a little more in a few different places. A simple, "please" escaped Amanda's lips. Alex took the lead to give Courtney the idea. He wanted to keep talking to a minimum. The toy was a 6 inch vibrator dildo with a 3 inch anal/clit extension. 

He began by gliding it around Amanda's butt and inner thigh. Without needing any verbal commands, she spread her legs slowly open. A little more with each pass. Still on her stomach, a beautiful butt hole was reveal along with a dripping wet pussy. 

Alex transferred the toy to Courtney who excitingly began to caress Amanda's soaking pussy. With his hands, Alex gently led Amanda's hips into the air. Without hesitation she complied and was soon on her knees, legs spread and face still down. 

Alex assisted Courtney with massaging Amanda's hot, wet pussy. Courtney first slide the toy gently inside Amanda, just a little, and was greeted immediately with a "yes, more" from Amanda. Courtney fucked Amanda a little more and more and soon Amanda's hips moved in rhythm with the toy. 

The toy was turned such that the extra part of the dildo was massaging Amanda's clit. Soon, Courtney turned the dildo on and the vibrator part took over, practically sending Amanda over the edge immediately. A series of groans and moans pursed her lips with a loud, "fuck me." Courtney probed Amanda's pussy deep with the toy as her hips bucked along. 

Alex leaned down to Amanda whose face was still buried in the pillow and asked her if she wanted it in the ass, too? She cried, "yes, fuck my ass, please fuck my ass." Alex drizzled some oil into her butt hole and Courtney turned the toy around and with the long part still vibrating in Amanda's pussy, in one thrust, hammered the other end into Amanda's ass. 

If there was pain, Amanda did not express it. She kept crying out for more. Courtney, herself, seemed to be in another world, enjoying fucking her friend. Alex leaned back down to Amanda and asked if she wanted to suck his cock. Again, no hesitation. 

So Alex positioned himself in front of Amanda who immediately lifted her head and eagerly began to suck his cock. It was if she had not eaten at all that night. With Alex leaning back against the head board, he watched as Courtney hammered her friends pussy and ass and looked down at Amanda devouring his cock. 

She was a pro and it did not take long for him to cum. Alex said his was about to cum and Amanda, without missing a beat, said, with her mouthful of cock, "give it to me." Alex grunted and could feel the full load of his cum shooting into Amanda's warm, wet mouth. 

About the same time, she let out a cry as she came hard, lifting her head up, arching her back and letting some of the cum shoot on to her face. Amanda's orgasm seemed to last for many minutes and she still concentrated on licking the last few drops of cum from Alex's dick. 

Courtney slowly removed the toy and Amanda collapsed in a heap. She lay there for just a moment and rolled over on her back, her head still in Alex's lap on his still hard cock.

Amanda had several ribbons of cum on her face from when she pulled away. Alex told Courtney to clean it up at which time Courtney, like a mother cat cleaning a kitten, licked the cum off Amanda's face and then shared a long, tongue locked kiss with Amanda. 

After taking a few minutes to absorb the moment, Alex said it was time for Amanda to return the favor to Courtney. Amanda simply said, "I would be happy to."

Alex asked Courtney to lay down on the bed, in the middle. She did and Alex returned to the basket and removed an eye mask. Alex placed the mask over Courtney's eyes, serving as a blindfold. Courtney let out a soft, "hmmmm" and licked her lips. 

Alex then took a pair of soft handcuffs and told Courtney to place her hands above her head, which she did. Alex gave the cuffs to Amanda and she secured Courtney's hands to the wrought iron head board. In doing so, Amanda straddled Courtney and leaned down over her face to secure her wrists. Amanda's nipples pressed against Courtney's mouth which she indulged herself with a gentle lick.

Alex and Amanda then went to either side of Courtney and began their tongue explorations of Courtney's body. They began with her ears, down her neck and worked towards her breasts. Alex watched Amanda work, wondering how she would respond to tasting her friends body. 

Amanda clearly enjoyed what she was doing as evidenced when she found Courtney's nipple. She rolled Courtney's nipple in her teeth, teased it with her tongue and gently massaged her breast with her hand. Amanda seemed to lose her self in Courtney's body and worked across her chest to the breast Alex was working on. He slid out of the way and let Amanda explore on her own.

Courtney was responding to Amanda's work and began to breath heavily, moan and squirm under the restraints of the cuffs, clearing wanting to touch Amanda's body in return. Amanda worked down Courtney's firm tummy, towards her hips and Alex noticed Courtney voluntarily spread her legs to reveal her wet, shaved pussy. A pussy Alex had the pleasure of tasting and fucking already. He wanted to see what Amanda would do with it. Alex's cock was very hard and aching to fuck either of them but he would wait knowing his time would come. 

Amanda bypassed Courtney's pussy and worked down her leg, tasting and teasing down to her feet, sucking her toes and working back towards Courtney's dripping snatch. As Amanda again drew near Courtney's pussy, Alex whispered in to Courtney's ear. He said, "that is Amanda doing all the work." Courtney's called out to Amanda to fuck her, "suck my pussy Amanda, make me cum." 

Amanda's tongue swirled around Courtney's pussy, testing it, teasing it and eventually tasting it. Like an expert lesbian, Amanda worked Courtney's pussy into a frenzy. Between her tongue and fingers, Courtney's fought against the cuffs and gyrated her hips and thrust her pussy into Amanda's face. Amanda continued as an orgasm surged through Courtney's body, hips bucking as she called out Amanda's name. 

Coming down from the orgasm, Amanda gave no rest to Courtney as she kept working her pussy over. A finger placed perfectly inside of Courtney's pussy put her right back over the top as she nibbled and licked Courtney's clit. Another orgasm exploded through Courtney's body, even stronger then the first. 

Amanda sat up and licked her lips as pussy juice coated her face and chin, almost as much as Alex's jizz did early. Alex told Amanda to kiss Courtney, which she graciously did, allowing Courtney a taste of her own pussy cum. Amanda clasped a hand on Courtney's chin and buried her tongue deep in her mouth. Alex looked down between Courtney's legs and a puddle of pussy juice was soaking the bed and coated her inner thighs and shaved pussy.

Without saying a word, the lesbian fuck fest continued between Amanda and Courtney. Amanda removed the blindfold and released the cuffs. Courtney flipped Amanda over on her back and for the first time, Alex got to see Amanda's pussy in full view. She had a neatly shaved square of dark pubic hair surrounding a set of beautiful pussy lips. Her pussy hair was glistening with juices and her inner thighs glistened with her love liquid. 

With Amanda on her back, Courtney positioned her face over Amanda's and kissed her forehead. With Courtney's long hair, Alex could not see the movement of Courtney's tongue around Amanda's face nor the long, lip locked kiss. Courtney worked down Amanda's body, sucking up every inch. Amanda let out a grunt and groan as Courtney aggressively nibbled each of Amanda's nipples. 

The hungry Courtney had a destination in mind and it was Amanda's hot, wet cunt. Courtney was intent on returning the favor. She wasted no time getting to her destination and Alex watched as the two friends were locked in the classic 69 embrace. 

With Amanda on the bottom on her back, legs spread wide to allow Courtney to lap up every ounce of Amanda's womanhood. Courtney's head worked around and around, clearly enjoying the buffet. Alex watched as Amanda continued to feast on Courtney's pussy, probing a finger in and out of her pussy and even her ass. 

Alex let the two newly christened lesbians enjoy themselves for a while and his throbbing cock could not wait. He had the position and view he had long desired. He had often exchanged teasing text messages with Courtney about wanting to fuck her in the ass. His opening came from the way Amanda finger fucked her butt as she ate out her pussy. 

Alex oiled his cock and positioned himself over Amanda's face with his balls dangling over her. He had shaved his cock and balls and Amanda could not resist mixing licks of his balls with licking Courtney's pussy. Courtney's butthole was clearly wet from Amanda's constant probing. Between the oil on his cock and pussy juice already in and around her butthole, Alex wasted no time at all and met no resistance in ramming his cock into Courtney's butt. 

Courtney was so absorbed in sucking her friends pussy and having her pussy abused over and over that she barely noticed having her butt violated for the first time. She briefly lifted her head and mumbled an almost muted, "oh, yeah, fuck my ass."

Alex pounded Courtney's butt, inserting the full length of his cock and while balls bounced against her pussy. Amanda was clearly enjoying having Courtney's pussy in her mouth, Alex's balls on Courtney's pussy and his cock in her butt. Several orgasms had passed through both Amanda and Courtney prior to Alex sodomizing Courtney's ass. 

Having a cock in her butt and a tongue on her clit put her over the top in the most explosive orgasm of the evening for Courtney. Her aggressive grinding on Amanda's cunt put Amanda over the top. The room filled with the smell of sex. 

Alex could not wait and could feel his own orgasm coming fast. His mind racing, he wanted to cream up Courtney's butt and also down Amanda's throat again. He came very quickly and the first wad shot up Courtney's butt, filling her with his love cream. He pulled out of her butt and kept the tip of his cock aimed at her butt hole. Four more large shots of cum squirted on Courtney's butt hole and dripped down over her cunt and was anxiously devoured by Amanda.

Alex stepped away and watched as Courtney rolled off of Amanda and on to her back. Amanda just laid there, licking Alex and Courtney's cum off her lips, her legs still spread wide revealing her drenched pussy and swollen lips. Her chest heaved with heavy breath, her eyes closed. 

Next to her, Courtney's sex soaked body was slowly coming down from the intense fuck fest. She could feel the cum dripping out of her butt as she, too, licked her lips of Amanda's love juice. The room was quiet save for the breathing of two love locked lesbian friends and their fuck boy toy. The scent of sex was intoxicating. 

After a moment, Courtney leaned over to Amanda and whispered into her ear. A smile spread across Amanda's face and they both got up off the bed, slowly, as their legs trembled from the frequency and intensity of the orgasms.

Once off the bed, the two girls directed Alex to lay down on the bed. His cock had come down slightly after two huge orgasms but retained some stiffness. With Alex on his back, Courtney and Amanda began to explore his body with their tongues. 

With Courtney caressing one of his nipples, Amanda soaked up a long, passionate kiss with Alex. Alex loved the taste of her pussy coated tongue. After the kiss, Amanda whispered in to his ear, "I have always wanted to kiss you." 

Amanda joined Courtney further down Alex's body and began to work over his cock, bringing it back to life. Both of their tongues danced over his cock licking it, tasting his shaved balls and even probing his butt hole with a finger or a tongue. They enjoyed the absence of any pubic hair and allowed each of them to deep throat his cock. And to have their tongues lock together in passion.

In unison, the two sex slaves broke away from lusting Alex's cock with their mouths and went to work in other ways. Courtney straddled Alex, taking his cock and inserting it into her still throbbing, soaked pussy. A guttural groan escaped Courtney's lips as the full length of Alex's cock entered her pussy. She began a rhythmic rocking on his cock, grinding it against her swollen clit, easily her cunt was dripping wet. 

Meanwhile, Amanda straddled Alex's face, lowering her hot pussy on to his face. She positioned her knees such that her pussy was in perfect position for Alex to indulge in. Before he began to tongue fuck her snatch, he absorbed the sexually intense scent of Amanda's womanhood. 

He flicked his tongue on and around her clit. Probed the length of her lips and let her juices drip over his lips and down his throat. Just as Courtney was grinding her pussy on Alex's cock, Amanda ground her pussy on his face. The two new lesbian lovers leaned forward and with their hands on each other's tits, they kissed deeply and passionately, forming the perfect human love triangle. 




A Farewell to a Friend



Instead of riding up and down on his cock, Courtney kept it deep inside of her and kept it pressed against her clit. An orgasm began to form in her body as she worked over Amanda's tongue and tits. Alex did his part by fucking Amanda's cunt with his tongue. He flicked his tongue over her clit, still very swollen and sensitive from the abuse inflicted upon it by Courtney. 

Alex felt his own orgasm build and with Amanda's hot cunt in his mouth, could not wait to fill Courtney's pussy with gobs of creamy cum. A sudden lick of Amanda's butt hole put her over the top. Alex spread her butt cheeks with his hands and exposed her savory butt hole and licked her pussy juices off her butt and slide his tongue inside her butt. 

She released her hold on Courtney and sat up straight letting out her first real scream of the evening. "Oh, fuuuucccckkkkkkkk!!!!" was all she could say as an orgasm ripped through her body and she painted Alex's face with her own cum. Clear luscious liquid poured out of her hole. 

With a mouthful of Amanda, Alex let out a grunt as he began to shoot streams of cum into Courtney who was experiencing her own orgasm. Not as intense as before, but slower, smaller and longer lasting. Alex could feel Courtney's juices pour over his cock.

Without hesitation and only moments after their orgasm ended, Amanda whispered to Courtney, "let's switch." Before Alex's abused cock could take a break, Amanda was positioning her self over it. 

The moment both Alex and Amanda had been waiting for all night, Alex felt his cock slip into her pussy. Alex was finally fucking Amanda and Amanda was finally being fucked by Alex. Both let groans escape their lips and Amanda quietly said, "fuck me Alex, fuck me." 

Having had the pleasure of being fucked by Alex already, Courtney didn't want to interfere with the moment. She went to the basket of toys and removed the dildo that she had used to fuck Amanda with earlier. 

Courtney got on the bed next to Alex and Amanda and on her hands and knees, began her own little masturbation demonstration. Having thoroughly enjoyed being fucked in the ass already by Alex, she immediately slid both parts of the toy, part into her pussy and the other into her ass. She pressed them deep inside and held them there, turning the knob and activating the vibrator. 

Courtney was lost in her own world of pleasure as Amanda road Alex's cock right next to her. Alex simply watched Amanda's luscious body ride his cock as she sat upright and cupped her breasts in her hands. He glanced over at Courtney as she pleasured her own pussy and ass. Alex knew how lucky he was. 

Unexpectedly, Amanda slide off Alex's cock and before he realized it, she inserted it into her ass and slide down the full length. His cock was soaked with her pussy juices and her butt hole already slick from begin probed earlier and Amanda's virgin butt accepted the full length of Alex's cock without reservation. 

"Oh fuck Alex, fuck my butt, oh God Alex, it hurts, so good, cum in my ass Alex," emanated from Amanda's lips. Alex began to buck his hips in unison with Amanda and he began to pound her ass with every inch of his aching cock. The sheer sensation of having his cock in her ass and watching the expression on her face, Alex knew he would not last long. 

Next to him, Courtney had already reached orgasm several times and removed the toy from her ass and pussy and wanted to take Amanda over the top. Courtney leaned down to Amanda's exposed, empty pussy and began to flick her tongue on her clit as her ass was abused for the first time. 

Courtney knew Amanda could have an orgasm just by being butt fucked (Courtney had often fucked herself to orgasm in the butt after sharing text messages with Alex about doing), but thought she would help make it even more intense by attacking Amanda's clit. 

Sure enough, that put Amanda over the top. Amanda grabbed her own breasts and squeezed them tight, her head shot back and the most intense orgasm of the night for her shot through her body. 

Her butt clenched Alex's cock tight as he too let loose, filling Amanda's butt with the largest load of cum he had all night. Courtney lapped up Amanda's pussy juices and Alex's cum that was leaking out of her butt. Amanda's orgasm lasted as she continued to ride Alex's even slicker cock that was now soaked with butt cream. 

After a few more minutes, Amanda slowed down and eventually stopped riding his cock. She sat there for a moment, his cock still inside of her. Courtney moved away and laid next to Alex. His cock still in her butt, Amanda leaned down and laid on Alex's chest, and then slowly slid off his cock and next to him. 

Courtney on his right, Amanda on his left, the room was silent as all three let their breathing and heart rate return to normal. Cock, cunt and butt all sore but a very pleasurable pain. All three fell asleep, naked, next to each other. 

Their day would start with a three way suck and fuck shower and the memory of something unlike anything the three would ever experience again.



A Farewell to Alms



Chapter 1: Genesis: A Dinner Date

Natalie had just told me how much she loved Hemingway, as the waiter stepped up to our table. I was relieved by the interruption: I hate Hemingway. Not to mention the attempt to impress, the whole idea of someone enjoying, much less reading—completely—a Hemingway novel, kind of repulsed me.

Hemingway always struck me as the kind of guy who really disliked himself because he never seemed to like any of the characters in his novels. If you don’t like the people you write about, including your main protagonist—and supposed alter ego—how could you possibly like yourself?

Hemingway’s dialogue, that sucked too. After plodding through the first few chapters of some of his novels, you have to ask yourself, ‘Who the hell talks like that?’ No one I know...or would want to, that’s for sure. Maybe in the 20’s some people who were really attempting to be cool did. Maybe it was what someone like Hemingway thought was the way cool people talked. But it really made you feel like the writer was someone very ‘un-cool,’ who just imagined that this must be how cool people talked to each other:

“Come to bed again.”

“All right I’ll come.”

“Oh darling, darling, darling,” I said.

“You see,” she said. “I’ll do anything you want”

“You’re so lovely”

“I’m afraid I’m not very good at it yet.”

“You’re lovely.”

“I want what you want. There isn’t any me any more. Just what you want.”

“You’re sweet.”

“I’m good. Aren’t I good? You don’t want any other girls, do you?”

“No.”

“You see, I’m good. I do what you want.”

I’m sure some apologist-critic could give this kind of crap some context and explanation. But you can never explain something that’s really bad well enough to make it good. 

God, his stuff is awful.

After ordering our dinner, my Hemingway-loving date thankfully segued into another subject and proceeded to share her day with me:

“Today something funny happened,” she began, with a sheepish, almost childish, grin.

“And...” I encouraged her.

“Well, I was conducting my class...many of the students are so adorable...and, well, right in the middle of my lesson, I had to...well, you know...‘defecate.’”

At this point, I could only stare back into her eyes, which searched mine for a reaction, a reaction I was un-willing to give her—mainly because I was still trying to convince myself that this had to be the beginning of some sort of joke or put-on.

Please, I thought, make this just be a joke or put-on.

I was going to be spending at least a hundred on dinner. I desperately hoped I wasn’t wasting it on an incontinent, though attractive, woman. Not to mention, one with the conversational judgment of a five-year old.

Unfortunately, Natalie proceeded to ramble on for the next ten minutes or so, with this story describing how her bowels moved suddenly and caused her to excuse herself from class, run down the hall, etc., etc.

I struggled to keep a bemused smile plastered on my face throughout the story, a story that had no redeeming punch line or moral, desperately trying to figure out—“Why?” 

When she was finished, she smiled, looked across the table at me, and without missing a beat, asked in Donna Reed-like fashion, “So how was your day?”

I was still somewhat stunned and mystified by the inane story of her colonic meltdown, and the mystery for sharing it, so I thought for a long moment, then replied:

“Well, I had a really bad diarrhea-spasm today...and I’d like to tell you all about it. But, if it’s alright with you, I thought I’d save it for dessert.”

The rest of dinner was fairly quiet and awkward.

When we were done with dinner and I was driving her home, Natalie went into a long riff about being a Christian and how she really believed strongly in virginity and family values. (Gee, just like Hemingway.) This was actually a pretty long monologue, but I am not going to rehash it here, mainly because I blocked out a hell of a lot of it.

I consider myself a pretty conservative, run-of-the-mill kind of guy. But the whole evangelical thing has never been of any interest to me. I’ve always been what I’d describe as a ‘hopeful agnostic.’ Like Lincoln, I always figured that if an almighty God wanted to speak to me, He could probably handle it all on his own without the assistance of a relatively narrow-minded—not to mention, loose-boweled—Pharisee to interpret Him.

But, hey, I figured she was on a roll, and I’d let her spill her holier-than-thou guts. And this she did, most of the way home.

When we pulled up to her door, she turned her face to mine in the dim-light and said, “So after my sharing with you tonight, I hope you can understand why I don’t invite you in?”

This was a statement, not a question. 

I said, sure, I understand.

Then she asked when she’d hear from me again.

I thought that she had been pretty upfront and straight with me about her beliefs. And I respected that...so I thought I’d share a little too:

“Honestly, sweetheart, I don’t really see us getting together again, soon. Unless, of course, you’d be willing to do it strictly for sex.”

I looked her in the eye, totally straight-faced. I thought I’d just let the words hang there. I really wasn’t trying to be mean. I was just being honest. I mean, what was the likelihood that we would last more than, maybe, one more slow—agonizingly slow—evening together again, anyway? So, I thought I might as well go for the gusto and just flat-out piss her off. 

‘Closure’...I think that’s the term they call it. Well, I wanted closure—with a capital ‘C’.

Natalie stared back at me with a look on her face that must have been pretty identical to the one my face wore during her insipid, bowel-movement recital.

Then slowly, the deer-in-the-headlights smile sank into a ...well...I’d call it a, ‘pretty much PO’d’ sneer:

“I don’t think that’s going to happen—ever. Asshole!”

With this remark, she spun and flung the car door open, leapt out, and slammed the door shut. Really hard.

As she stormed off into the front door of the huge house her family owned, I waited, like a gentleman, to make sure she was safely in.

Then as she stepped into the open doorway, she turned to me, silhouetted in the door light, and offered a parting gesture. She raised her fist and gave me the middle finger, then slammed the door shut behind her.

I sighed to myself... “So much like Christ.” 

*****

Chapter 2: We Need to Talk

Two weeks had gone by and I’d pretty much forgotten about the ‘last supper’ with Saint Natalie.

Then one night I got home and played back the messages on my answering machine. Among them played back a very familiar voice. The message was short and sweet:

“Bruce. Natalie. We need to talk. Call me.”

Based on my last comments to her, if we were going to get together again, ‘talking’ was the last thing we needed to do. At least in my mind.

As I’d remembered it, the last talk yielded very little of value for me except to inform me about Natalie’s higher spirituality, its inability to cure her irritable bowel syndrome, and, oh yes, that I was an asshole who should go fuck himself.

I felt like we explored talking and, basically, she’d said it all, already. What was left to add to our last discourse? Maybe that I was really, really an asshole who should really, really go fuck himself. 

The possibilities were not inviting. I ignored the message feeling it would be better to just take a pass.

Two nights later I got home and among my messages was another from Natalie:

“Bruce. Natalie. I hope you’re not ignoring me. That would be very immature. Call me. We need to discuss your behavior last week.”

I almost started laughing. This was turning into a bad comedy routine from Saturday Night Live or something. You know, the domineering girl who can’t let go of the Neanderthal Guy, who doesn’t really care about her, except to screw her, etc.

Was I intrigued? Somewhat. Enough to call her? No.

I really just wanted to drop it at this point. She was a hell of a looker, but just a little too loony for me. Plus, I didn’t feel like even role-playing through some corny lecture she might use as a ruse to get us back together. She was erratic and unstable in my opinion. Getting her in the sack seemed somewhat interesting right now, but this could turn out to be a Duane Bobbit-type nightmare.

Again, I took a pass. Never returned the call.

Certainly none of this had to do with the girl’s appearance. I first met Natalie when she worked for me as a salesperson. Immediately it was obvious that she was very bright, well educated and articulate. But she was definitely the type that was bright, but not deep. She knew all the authors and stuff, but had no real depth of feeling for them...or anyone for that matter. With Natalie, when you scratched beneath the veneer, you just found more veneer.

We started dating after she left the company to go into teaching at the grammar school level. Some friends of hers at work were concerned that she was playing a little too hard since she’d left our company. Natalie had a little bit of a reputation as a party girl, which made her family values bit at dinner that night even stranger. Anyway, at the time, her friends thought it might be good if I looked her up and saw how she was doing. When I did, she suggested we get together for dinner.

I was all for getting together with her. At 27, she was nearly 15 years my junior, and she was hot: about 5’7”, a redhead, with a great bod. Who was I to turn that down, even for just dinner talk? And like most guys, there was always the hope—who knows, right?

Well, ‘who knew’ it would turn out the way it did: one and out. A very boring evening. And not one I cared to repeat.

Then the phone rang one night and I picked up:

“Well, you’re alive!” It was Natalie—Shit!

“That’s the rumor,” I said, trying to play down my anxiety in now having to face up to the fact that I’d ducked her for the last two weeks.

“Look,” she said, “I think we were both at fault the other night, and I just wanted to make it up to you. Why don’t we get together for dinner—and do it right, this time. My treat.”

She had me cornered. I really wasn’t sure I wanted to do this. Plus, I had laid down the ‘strictly for sex’ rule last time we spoke. I didn’t want to seem like a pushover. And, after all, I really did only want to get together again with Miss Looney-Tunes if it was for sex. She had definitely turned me off with the nutty, Christian preaching on our last date. But it would be really hard to put her down that way, especially with her offering to pick up the tab.

What could I say? I was on the spot.

“Ok. But I’d like to go to some place really nice.”

I was only kidding. But, as I half expected, she was clueless to it.

“Well, how about California Cafe? That’s usually a really nice experience.”

“How about your bedroom,” was what I was thinking, but managed to restrain myself.

“Ok, sounds good. When?”

“Well, I’m busy through Thursday. I’m seeing someone seriously, now.”

Oh brother, I thought. This girl is truly from the planet Zircon. She’s ‘seeing someone seriously,’ but wants to take a guy out to dinner that told her he’d only want to see her again for sex. What a ‘family values’ kinda gal. 

“Ok, Thursday is fine with me,” I said, ignoring the serious commitment bit she’d just laid on me. I knew it was a load of crap.

“Great. Why don’t you pick me up around six, ok?”

“Sure, see ya then,” I just wanted to get off the phone at this point and think things through. She was strange and getting stranger. As good looking as she was, the strangeness just wasn’t attractive at all.

One of the major differences between men and women is over just that point. Women love strange, quirky guys. But you’ll never hear a guy refer to the woman he’s seeing as ‘strange and quirky.’ Guys definitely don’t want anything ‘strange and quirky’ scooting around under their sheets at night. But for some reason—one that must be hormonal, like enjoying cold pizza the morning after—women do. Go figure.

Well, there was no getting out of it now. And truth be known, I was kind of curious to see what was up her sleeve...as well as everything else she’d be wearing.

****

Chapter 3: A Moveable Feast

I arrived at the restaurant and found Natalie sitting at the bar. I wasn’t sure how the evening was going to go and so came up with a pretext for us just meeting there.

She sat with a drink in hand and her legs crossed, wearing a very short, very tight mini, which slid up to the tops of her thighs.

“So what’s for dinner,” I said cheerily, looking her over.

“Are you going to start, right in?” she asked, annoyed.

“That sounds like as good a place to start as any,” I smiled. But she was getting that slightly irritated look on her face.

“Does everything have to be about sex?”

“No, not everything. But the more, the better.”

She took a sip of wine. Looked at me for a moment. I knew something was coming and hoped it would be interesting.

“You don’t believe in God, do you?”

It was a non sequitur if I ever heard one and I had to give it some thought. So, I took the glass from her hand and took a sip of her wine. Then I gave her the best I could come up with at the time:

“Yeah, I believe in God...because I choose to. I have no idea if there’s a God or not. And if there is one, I have no idea what He—or It—thinks about, or what He—or It—wants. But I choose to believe in some sort of kind and loving creator. Why not? It makes me feel better. And, as far as I see it, there’s as good a shot that there is one as not.”

“Well, you certainly don’t seem like you’ve ever read the Bible.”

“No? What makes you say that?”

“Well, you sure don’t act like the kind of people who worship. Everything is dirty with you...you wouldn’t make much of a Biblical hero.”

Biblical hero? I was getting a little miffed that I’d let her lead me down this path:

“Have you ever read the Bible?” I said, betraying a slight edge in my voice. “Sure doesn’t sound like it. Hey, I’m sorry if I don’t live up to all your ‘Bible Heroes’ like Lot, who screwed his daughters; or like Cain, who killed his brother; or Moses, who killed a cop; or David, the peeping Tom and adulterer; or Paul, who made a nice living of persecuting Christians. You know, you’re right, I just don’t measure up to your rogues gallery of Bible buddies, do I?”

I was just slightly pissed off and getting a little self-righteous. But I was on a roll. That is, until I could see that Natalie wasn’t really listening to what I was saying. This smile came over her face, and I have to admit, although she looked good, it was irritating me:

“You’re really very intriguing. Has anyone ever told you that?”

“Yes,” I said, trying to shake off my irritation as fast as possible. She really didn’t care at all about the point I thought I was, so intelligently, making. She liked that she pissed me off. I think somewhere in her mind she read it as me finally taking her seriously or something.

‘Round 1’ to the redhead.

“Well, I find the mind the sexiest part of the body, don’t you?”

Another comment right out of left field. I had no idea where she got this pseudo-sophisticated garbage from, but I had to struggle not to laugh in her face.

“Ummm...no, I think I’d place it about fifth,” I answered.

“Yes. I could see that. You really have no imagination, do you?”

“Yes, I definitely do. Why don’t we go back to your place? I’d really like to prove it to you.”

She smirked at me, took a drag of her cigarette, and held it high in her hand. Very sophisticated. Very elegant. But I could tell she was actually weighing the proposition.

“We haven’t even eaten yet.” 

The comment made no sense. She was just trying to buy time.

“Sweetheart, trust me, we’ll perform much better on an empty stomach.”

“You really are a pig, aren’t you,” she said very slowly, as she sucked in another drag of the cigarette.

“You’d have been very disappointed if I wasn’t.” 

It was the most truthful thing I’d said all night.

There was a long pause between us...maybe two minutes or more.

“Ok,” she said, looking down at her glass, avoiding looking me in the eye.

Then this beautiful redhead grabbed her purse off the back of the bar stool and slung it over her shoulder. She mumbled as she passed me:

“Why don’t you pick up a bottle of wine on the way over.”

With that, I followed my convert out the door to our cars.

****

Chapter 4: Tiny Dancer

I pulled my car around to the side-house where Natalie lived. Her folks lived in the big, main house. It was white, with pillars in front. Bag of liquor in hand, I felt like I was off to ravage Scarlett O’Hara.

Natalie greeted me into the dark interior of her apartment. We opened the bag. I brought a quart of Seagram’s for myself; I’d brought a large bottle of cheap Cabernet for her. I felt like quantity would be more important than quality, if the evening went as I’d hoped. 

I opened the wine and poured her some. Then I poured myself a shot of the Seagram’s, in a coffee mug I found in the kitchen.

After some long minutes of drinking in silence, she looked at me and asked:

“Has a girl ever stripped for you?”

“You mean the complete show...danced?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, no Bible-thumping girl ever has...no.”

“Please don’t talk like that,” she said, breaking eye contact, looking demurely down at her wine. 

What she really meant was, please don’t remind me of what a hypocrite I am. That was fair. After all, I had the feeling she was about to show me the strip-act she practiced after getting home from Mass each week. Who could pick on a girl whom was that Christian in her giving?

“Sorry. No, no one I ever dated ever stripped for me before.”

“Would you like that?” she asked with a very waif-like, phony-naive look on her face.

I looked down at my watch, “Well, gee...I don’t know...it is getting late.”

I looked at her straight-faced, and then we both cracked up at the obvious cons we were trying to pull on each other.

“Give me a moment,” she said, then hastily scampered from the room. She came back with a cassette she put in a boom box that sat on the room’s credenza. She hit the rewind button. As she waited for it to rewind, she looked over at me nervously. I could tell she was about to play out a fantasy that was a lot more important to her than my side was for me.

I sat back patiently, like a john waiting for a lap-dance. It was all kind of surreal. This was the girl who had lectured me a few weeks ago about virginity and family values.

The tape snapped out loud as it rewound to the beginning. She hit the play button. Suddenly, Elton John was singing, “Tiny Dancer.” 

Natalie began swaying and getting into the beat. As she danced, she moved seductively close to me, kneeled in front of me, and licked her lips. 

All I could think was, “Don’t start laughing.” 

But it was really funny. She was trying so hard, and she was so damned serious about it. I just wished her fellow churchgoers could have seen her.

Before I knew it, Tiny Dancer ended. Now came the main course. Credence, rolling out, “Proud Mary.”

Natalie was warmed up now; she put her hands over her head, rocked her hips to the rolling rhythm, and put on a big talent-show smile for her audience. She was somewhere else right now...I was just an anonymous onlooker for her, sitting there in the dark, snorting down my Seagram’s. And in the anonymity of darkness, the huge grin I was wearing didn’t distract her from the performance.

Then she began unbuttoning the back of the blouse she was wearing. It soon peeled off of her. Next she reached back and unzipped the skirt. As she shook her hips, it slid to the floor. She was very theatrical, stepping out of her skirt, and then throwing it across the room. She was now down to just her bra and pantyhose.




A Farewell to Alms



I have to admit, at this point I was getting a hard-on in spite of how ridiculous the whole scene was. I thought for sure she’d chicken out at this point. “Proud Mary” faded out. Shit, I thought, this might bring her to her senses.

The familiar chord echo of Barry White’s, “Can’t Get Enough of Your Love, Babe” rang out in the room. Natalie smiled and began again. As she reached back and unsnapped the bra, I could feel my shoulders starting to shake. It was just hysterically funny.

I was scared to death she’d see me laughing, get pissed and stop. But the room was so dark, she couldn’t see me much at all. Besides, I think she was lost in a reverie, imagining a bunch of old guys out there beating off or something. Come to think of it, I guess that image might not have been too far off.

The bra straps slid from her shoulders down the smooth skin of her arms. My laughing stopped momentarily by the sight I took in. Man, she had fantastic tits. They were large and firm, but soft enough to move, bouncing with every dance step she performed.

My dick was struggling angrily in its confines at this point. It wanted out. I figured, what the hell, she was getting naked for me, why should I be shy?

I unzipped and pulled it out. She danced closer to see what I was doing. She liked it, and smiled to acknowledge it. She turned away from me and peeled the hose down over her naked ass. Again, the girl had a fine body. The ass was full, curved, but not at all fat.

Tiny Dancer stepped out of her hose and was completely naked for me now. She stepped back into her high-heels and danced seductively over to me. She straddled my hips, and ground the warm wetness—yes, she was definitely wet—down on the length of my aching dick.

I was struggling now not to cum. I palmed a large mammary and sucked it into my mouth. She moaned and cradled my head into her bosom.

“I like that,” she whispered.

I gently bit the nipple. She groaned just slightly and murmured:

“Why don’t we go into the bedroom.” 

Natalie climbed off me and helped me to my feet. She looked down at my throbbing dick and stroked it gently, stopping at the knob of it. Then she used her fingers to tickle it and dab its mouth, pulling off a sticky string of precum. She brought the fingers up to her lips and smeared them with the shiny gloss of my secretions. First one, then both the sticky digits slipped into her mouth.

“You taste good,” she said matter-of-factly.

I brought her to me and kissed her. Her mouth was wide open and our tongues played together hungrily. I could taste myself on her lips.

Then she broke the kiss, took me by the hand, and led me to the bedroom.

****

Chapter 5: Zealots in the Bedroom

Leaving a trail of clothes that led from the living room to the bedroom, we finally entered Natalie’s chambers.

I was naked now and my dick was full, stiff, and wagging before me, like the masthead of a ship heading to port. I climbed on the bed and Natalie lay back and spread herself, as if she’d done this a hundred times before.

As I began to mount her, I could feel the head of my cock poking into her warm, swollen and sticky lips. In one lunge I was in her, nearly to the hilt. 

Instantly our hips began working away to further lodge my organ into her depths. I pulled up from her and got under her thighs, pulling them up, and pinning her knees back nearly to her shoulders. I wanted to penetrate her as deeply as possible.

My hips began pounding into her. The sound of her grunts, as well as the loud slapping of our loins, made me hotter and hornier with each thrust into her.

As I looked down onto her beautiful face, it bore the mixed expression of lust and pain as I banged myself deeply into her. She looked up at me and seemed helpless under my assault. It just made me pound all the harder. She grew very wet. I could feel her fluids making my balls sticky as they slapped into the crack of her ass.

I kept thinking of her little speech a few weeks ago, about Christianity, her values and virginity. It just got me hotter. Then—suddenly—I felt like every bit of frustration, irritation, and lust burst from my loins into hers. I came, voluminously. I felt like it wouldn’t stop. I spewed more and more into her...then finally, I was done.

I dropped myself onto her. We both gasped for air, our lungs heaving heavily, struggling to regain the energy we had spent in our mating.

When we settled, I felt like I was going to fall into a deep sleep. I could feel myself deflating within her, and I tried to pull myself out and off of her. 

She held me close: 

“No, not yet,” she whispered in my ear, “I like you in me.”

Natalie wrapped her long legs around my hips, holding me firmly to her, in a leg-lock. I could feel her pussy lips sucking on my dick, trying to bring it back to life. 

She wanted more.

I wasn’t sure that I did. I was tired, and I had vented all the pent up lust I had for her. I just felt peaceful now. But there was no doubt, she was still horny. It was as if I had fallen into the web of a very, very horny Spider Lady. It was now Natalie who wanted to make use of me.

Slowly it was dawning on me, why all the Christian crap. This girl had within her the soul of a raging nymphomaniac. Her religion was the brake pedal for her desires. 

She sucked on my neck. I pulled away. The last thing I needed was to go to work, a forty-plus-year-old guy, with a hickey.

“Fuck me again,” she whispered. “Please.”

“Sure. But let’s take a rest for a few minutes. We got all night.”

I pulled away from her and rolled over on my back, looking up at the ceiling. I felt good. I was slaked in sweat and in Natalie’s juices. 

If the other parishioners at her church only knew, I thought, male membership would be going up in droves—not to mention the male members themselves.

“You were good,” she offered in the dark.

“Thanks Ma’am,” I kidded her. “All in a night’s work.”

“You’re quite the worker,” she giggled.

“Well Ma’am, I’m just concerned I don’t become a workaholic, if you know what I mean.”

She was silent to the last remark for a good minute or two.

“I sometimes do worry,” she whispered.

“About what?”

“You know, liking it too much.”

I wasn’t sure what to say to that. I certainly wasn’t worried about her liking it too much, that’s for sure.

In the dark, I could see her knees silhouetted against the pale moonlight streaming in from the window beside the bed. They were spread. The bed was rocking gently. I realized she was playing with herself in the dark.

“You are a horny little thing, aren’t you?”

“God, yes...” she hissed. 

I felt funny lying there while she was diddling herself. It was the kind of thing that was even too private for a lover to eavesdrop on. Also, I felt kind of like—hey, that’s my job.

In the dark, I heard her exhale heavily, then moan:

“Mmmmm...”

By this time, I was hard and horny again listening to her play with herself. But now she wanted to rest.

****

Chapter 6: For Whom the Belt Tolls

“Do you play with yourself a lot?” I asked.

“That’s none of your business.”

She was morphing back into Miss Jeckyll again. After masturbating next to me in the dark, I had asked a question that was much too personal for her sensibilities.

“Oh, I thought it became my business after that little performance you just put on.”

She remained silent. I’m sure she couldn’t think of anything to say. Plus, she knew her bed partner wasn’t taking her propriety too seriously.

I went into the bathroom, took a leak, and splashed some cold water in my face. When I re-entered the bedroom, she was lying propped up on the bed, having a cigarette. The moonlight was strong enough for us to barely make each other out.

I could tell the wheels were turning and thought she might be getting ready to tell me to leave until Miss Hyde was to appear again, sometime in the future.

“Have you ever tied a girl up?”

I sat there in silence. Just when I thought she couldn’t shock me again with her wackiness...she did.

.

“No.”

“Would you like to?” She dragged from her cigarette, seductively.

“Actually, no I wouldn’t.”

“Why?”

“It’s like role-playing, I’d feel like a fucking idiot doing it. It’s not sexy; it’s juvenile. Sorry, you don’t have a taker on that one.”

“Well, aren’t you the prissy one?” She tried to say it as a put down, but I could tell that she was the one who felt rejected.

“No. I just think it’s dopey. Sorry.”

We sat in silence for a few minutes while I poured some more whiskey into the coffee cup. I was feeling that maybe being a little drunk with this girl would help.

“Hey look, I’m sorry I won’t tie you up or pretend to be a gorilla or something.... Why don’t I just whip you with my belt? Has a guy ever done that to you?”

“I’m not into pain, ok? I’m not weird. I just like fantasy, that’s all.”

“Have you ever tried pain? Hey, give it a chance. You might like it.”

I was totally bull-shitting her now. Not that I wouldn’t whip her ass, but I really had no intention of doing it that night. And I didn’t think there was a chance she’d go for it after her last comments. I was just trying to get her going a little.

We left that subject and killed a few minutes with some small talk. Then out of the blue she slipped it into the conversation:

“Why would someone want that done to them?”

“What?”

“You know, having someone whip them?”

I could have picked up that signal a mile away.

“Well, you’d be surprised,” I said, with complete seriousness. “Most of the girls I’ve been with really got to loving it. Became like sexy, little alley cats after it.”

I could tell she was turning it over in the dark. Long drags from her cigarette were being exhaled in large puffs toward the ceiling. They almost appeared to be thought-bubbles that carried imponderable, conflicted urges that Miss Jeckyll was turning over and over again.

Throwing out something like being whipped, to Natalie, was like pouring the elixir that might transform her back to Miss Hyde. And I was playing the whole thing straight, sipping my Seagram’s in the dark, like I had forgotten the whole subject. It really brought out the worst in me.

“Would you stop if I didn’t like it?” the red-haired beauty asked softly.

“Stop what?” I bull-shitted.

“You know...whipping me.”

My dick was already getting hard by now—which I’m sure is what she was counting on. But, nonetheless, this was a game I was willing to play with her.

“Of course...” I lied.

“Ok, then...but let’s take it slow. Understand?”

“Sorry. The belt I wore tonight is too thin. It really needs to be one of those thick leather ones to work right.”

Now, I was kind of backing off. I was amused to see that I could get her to do it, but, in reality, I had never done this before in my life. I was just playing with her.

“That’s ok,” she said, as she entered her closet, “John, left one of his here, I think...”

“John...?”

“My fiancé. I told you I was seeing somebody seriously. Remember?”

Fiancé? My mind reeled. However, I managed to sit there in the dark, completely stunned—but not letting on to her—while the ‘bride-to-be’ rummaged through her closet for a belt that I could whip her with.

I thought any minute Allen Funt and the Candid Camera crew were going to run into the room with lights, action, and camera to catch my expression.

“How long have you been engaged,” I asked, with my best Bob Newhart deadpan.

“Ummm...oh, it’s been about half a year now. We’re getting married in June.”

Again, all I could think was any minute she’d break out in laughter, having put me on completely—revenge accomplished!

But no further comment came. I saw a picture on her dressing table. I picked it up and held it to the moonlight. It was a guy, and it wasn’t her brother.

How could I have missed that damn ring?

I didn’t know whether to laugh or run. She had been engaged to this sucker before the first time she and I ever went to dinner!

I replaced the picture and sat back down. There are times in life that you realize you’re participating in an incident that’s stranger than fiction. This was one of those times. 

When Natalie re-entered the room with my weapon of choice, I struggled not to show my shocked expression, nor to break out laughing.

I noticed immediately that she wasn’t wearing any ring. Apparently, her family values prohibited her from screwing one guy while wearing the engagement ring of another. I thought to myself that somewhere in there ran an undeniable—though twisted—logic. 

‘Venus in Furs’ handed me the belt and then climbed onto the bed on all fours. She positioned her exquisite ass in the air, gave it a little, inviting wiggle, and said:

“Ok. Try it soft first.”

I figured, I better look like I know what the hell I’m doing or I’ll definitely lose her confidence. I thought to myself that, like surgery, when performing S&M it’s likely the performee wants to feel the performer has done this before.

I cracked the belt against my thigh—I figured that was something people who are into this stuff might actually do—then I did it. I whacked the broad leather across Natalie’s impeccable ass.

“Owww...I said start soft,” she hissed, almost turning her ass away from me.

“If it doesn’t sting it won’t work right,” I told her, with a very bullshit, Dr. Kildare-type professionalism in my voice.

“Really?”

“Come on, would I make that up,” I said, totally making it up as I went along. 

“Well...ok then...but not too hard,” she hissed in the darkness.

“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. It’s got to be pretty hard. But the reward is the orgasm of your life.”

From there on in, it was an all out whacking, leather to ass. I could hear her drawing in her breath with each strapping. Her breasts were perfect, shaking beneath her as she took it all. 

For me the turn on was obvious. No, I wasn’t the Marquis de Sade or something. But after all the condescending bullshit about ‘family values’ and discussing my ‘behavior’ that I’d put up with for the last few weeks, whipping her ass was very hot and very satisfying. I was getting extremely hard watching Miss Holier-than-Thou writhing under the lash.

After just a couple of minutes, though, I realized her ass was getting really red. I stopped for a second and reached behind her, stroking her sore ass as gently as I could. 

How in the hell is she going to explain these marks to John, I wondered...somewhat happily. 

Then my fingers stroked down between her thighs. I was amazed to find that she was soaking wet.

Goddamn, I thought. This chick is the hottest slave girl in the harem.

“Ok,” I said, “Stay on all fours, but face your ass to me.”

She readily complied, kind of moaning and whimpering, while repositioning her ass toward my side of the bed.

With Natalie having assumed the position, I placed the head of my cock to the lips of her waiting pussy and drove it home.

“Uhhh...” she bellowed.

I just grabbed her hips and started driving it into her. The rhythmic slapping of my hips to her ass was loud. I wanted to fuck her as hard as I could. 

In the mirror over her dresser, I could see her large breasts lurching forward with each buck my hips delivered to her ass. In short time, she was moaning and bucking back.

After several minutes, Natalie threw back her head and stopped suddenly, kind of shivering there. She reached back with one hand, trying to hold my hips still. I delivered one last deep thrust, then ground my hips to her up thrust rear.

I could feel her spasming, squeezing her hot, wet channel down on my dick. I came. As I did, I slapped her ass one more time for good measure and she yelped, loudly.

When the ritual was over she fell face-forward onto the bed and then rolled onto her side. I myself climbed onto the bed and crashed onto my back.

We drifted off, exhausted with our labors.

****

Chapter 7: The 12 Minutes of Sodom

I awoke with a startle. I could feel something warm and wet around my dick. When I tried to peer down at it in the dark, I could see the back of Natalie’s head bobbing towards me and then down again on my shaft.

Her hair was stroking and tickling my abdomen, while she worked away at bringing ‘Little Elvis’ back to life.

As she pleasured me, my arms stretched out on the bed. My hand bumped into something cylindrical and metallic. I grabbed it and held it up to the moonlight. It was a vibrator.

Amazing, I thought. This nympho woke up still horny, after the going-over I gave her, and needed even more.

I couldn’t believe her sex drive. At the rate we were going, we’d cover the entire Kinsey Report in one night. The only way to finally satisfy her, I figured, might be to end the night with a tribute to Catherine the Great and have a horse airlifted in onto trestles.

The sucking and slurping sounds that Natalie was making echoed in the room. She was working my dick like a pro. I felt she was wasting her time on the church-going; she ought to just set up shop and start charging $200 a night.

As she continued servicing me, she held the base of my organ with her hand and twirled her tongue around the knob. She tickled the pee slit of my dick, and then ran her lips along the barrel of it to its base. 

From there she grew more creative. I could feel her lapping my balls and sucking each one into her mouth, alternately, a few times. Her lapping tongue began to stretch down below my balls tickling the perineum between my genitals and asshole.

I grunted. It felt good and I wanted to offer her encouragement.

My red haired angel-whore responded, stretching her tongue ever lower. My dick ached it was so hard. She seemed to enjoy teasing me with the age-old question: Would she, or wouldn’t she?

Then her tongue trailed into my ass crack and, after an agonizingly long pause, she began rimming the sensitive ring of my anus. She never ceased to amaze me. It felt great, but, in short order, I was ready to burst. After just a minute or so, she sensed my urgency and brought her mouth back to the head of my dick. She sucked and shucked away just a few times and I let go into her mouth.

She moaned hungrily and swallowed what little discharge I had left to offer her. When done, I was so sensitive I had to gently grab her hair and pull her working tongue off of me.

We lay along side each other in the dark. She grabbed a tissue to wipe her lips of my remains.

“Did you like that?” she asked.

“Who wouldn’t like the Virgin Natalie’s tongue up his ass,” I answered her, matter-of-factly.

“That was very crude,” she responded, testily. 

All I could do was start laughing at this point:

“What do you mean? You were the one who did it!”

“Well, it won’t happen again...it...it was an accident anyway.”

Now, I really lost it. It was by far the funniest thing she’d said all evening:

“An accident! What did you get lost down there, make a wrong turn, and wind up with your tongue in my ass?”

She jumped out of bed, lit a cigarette, and stared out the window. I could see her outrage was building.

Suddenly, she spun toward me:

“Look, if your going to continue to be so vulgar, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

It had to be a line she remembered from some romance novel. It certainly didn’t sound like the girl who had asked me to tie her up earlier.

Obviously, she was pissed and embarrassed. And, she was right. I had just been given the blowjob of my life and I was humiliating her in return. But, just the same, her asking me to leave for talking vulgar, after what she’d just done...well, it all sounded pretty ridiculous. 

She had no idea how ridiculous it all seemed, though. So, I told her to calm down, and then apologized.

I got up from the bed and thought I’d get dressed and leave. The party was over; the carnival had left town. I had enjoyed every minute of it—the whole sensual carnival that played out in Natalie’s bedroom—including every bizarre sideshow she’d taken me to, but it was time to go.




A Farewell to Alms



“So, you’ve had your fun. Now you’re leaving?”

The girl who had just threatened to ask me to leave was now ticked-off that I was doing just that.

“Well, its 3:00AM. What else are we going to do? Play scrabble and try to spell out some act we haven’t committed yet?”

The cigarette hung from the side of her mouth. She was thinking. Very dangerous. Whenever her mind grew active the angels wept.

“You need to read the Bible.”

Her mind was jumping from idea to idea now, like a smooth rock skipping along the surface of a pond in which it would never rest, sink, nor attain any kind of depth.

“I thought we covered this already at the bar. I have read the Bible. My problem is I find myself rooting for the underdogs like the Sodomites and the Philistines.”

“Sodomites?” she repeated, questioningly. “Get out! That’s not in the Bible!”

I stared blankly into the mirror I was combing my hair in, as it dawned on me that she had never read a word of the Bible. She just thought it was terribly important that everyone else did.

“Yes, the Sodomites. You don’t know that story? Lot, the angels, Sodom and Gomorrah?”

“I might...remind me of it, again.”

Yeah sure, I thought. It was the lamest attempt to bullshit someone I’d ever heard, other than Nixon’s, ‘I am not a crook’ speech. (Then again, this was all pre-Clinton.)

I sat down on the chair across from the bed Natalie was reclining on, with her cigarette in hand, staring across at me in the dark, like a little girl waiting for a bedtime story.

“Well, the angels came to Lot, a good shepherd type-of-guy, and told him that all the people in Sodom would have to be wiped out for their wickedness. I guess they were doing all kinds of things, but as the name implies, probably a lot of the wickedness was...you know...ass fucking. Anyway...”

“Get out! That’s not in the Bible!”

“Yes, it is. Trust me. Well, anyway, after all the warnings, they keep doing it and ultimately God wipes ‘em out. Lot’s wife looks back, turns into a pillar of salt—story over!”

“Why did she turn into a pillar of salt?”

“Hell, if I know. These stories don’t all have great plots. Some are sort of like, “The Big Sleep.” Great characters and stuff, but plots that are all over the lot—no pun intended.”

“But why didn’t the people stop?”

“Well, that part’s easy—felt great!”

“Getting fucked in the ass felt great?”

“Hey, I guess so...they kept doing it, right?”

“That is an act I find incredibly vile,” she said, with finality and resolution.

“Hey, I agree with you...I guess there’s just a lot a sicko’s out there, ya know?”

I was in all-out, bullshit mode now. This was an act I had performed with some girl friends before, and loved it. I knew I’d love having Natalie just this way...kind of a parting gesture, a ‘so long it’s been good to know ya’ kind of thing.

I continued:

“Believe me it’s not something anyone’d ever catch me doing, I’ll tell ya’ that.”

Like a good football coach, I figured, if a play is working, keep running it till the other side stops it. This faux disinterest had worked before, so I figured, I’ll try it again, at least until she parries it.

I went into the bathroom and rinsed my mouth out with water. The after taste of the whiskey was burning a hole in my tongue.

When I re-entered the bedroom, Natalie was casually lying prone now, leaning up on her elbows, cigarette still in hand, casually pretending to flip through the pages of a magazine lying before her on the bed, but obviously displaying her ass—welts and all.

I sat along side her on the bed and let my hand rub along her upper thigh. Soon I let it slide up the crest of her fleshy ass cheek. I squeezed it gently.

“Oooohhh...I’m sore there. You did it too hard, I think.”

I didn’t answer her.

I licked a finger and then replaced my hand on her ass. But this time I let my fingers sink into the valley of her ass. I found her sphincter and let my middle finger nuzzle it.

She froze. But didn’t ask me to stop. I burrowed the tip of my finger in to her ass. She winced and turned her head away from me, laying it onto the bed.

I knew she was signaling her tacit consent.

I began to fuck my finger into her ass, while Natalie lifted her hips, ever so slightly, to afford my probing digit greater access. 

I took advantage of all she afforded me.

I began to pump my finger into her and was soon up to the knuckle.

Natalie was whispering and hissing her, “Oooohh’s” and “Owww’s,” but at no time did she ask me to stop.

Finally she lifted her head, “It hurts...”

“Yes, but what did we learn earlier tonight? You seem to like some pain mixed with your pleasure, don’t you?” 

It was as condescending as I’d ever been with a woman. It was said with complete sarcasm on my part. I expected her to pull away and slap my face, ending the evening on a note of finality.

But, lo and behold, she took my comment in stride, lowered her head back to the bed, and let me continue penetrating her.

I was sorry I’d begun to get dressed again. My pants bulged with a renewed hard-on that Natalie’s acquiescence had engendered.

I pulled my finger from her ass. 

“Owww...!” 

I thought she might stop me now. Without doubt she knew I was undressing again. And undoubtedly, she knew what for.

I climbed naked back onto the bed. I grabbed the pillows and positioned them beneath her hips, which she lifted to allow me access. Once having positioned her waiting ass, I maneuvered between her thighs, nudging them wider apart with my knees.

I positioned the head of my dick to her asshole and began to work it into her.

After several seconds of working it in, she raised her head and whined:

“Can’t we use some Vaseline?”

“No, unh-unh. The friction is what makes it work. Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it.”

As I continued to work it into her again, I could see her features in the faint morning light pervading the room. Her brow was wrinkled with concentration, trying to relax her sphincter to allow entry to the invading organ below.

Suddenly her body relented and I was in her. She cried out. It hurt. I held still to allow her to adjust to my size. Then, after a minute or so, I began to slowly pump my dick in and out of her, with each thrust delving a bit deeper into her ass than the one previous.

Natalie grunted and occasionally lifted herself under me, as if struggling for release, but never asking me to stop. In a few minutes, I was driving it into her much harder. As earlier, the slapping of my hips to her ass began to ring out in the room.

I was getting hotter and hornier as the pace of our lovemaking increased. I may have entered her bedroom that night as your average, 40-plus businessman, but this girl was definitely bringing out the Caligula in me.

I grabbed her hair as I would a horse’s reins and pulled her head back. I began to call her a slut, as I rammed myself into her—repeatedly. She moaned under the onslaught, but never called for a halt to it. 

I knew from the first that this wealthy, self-absorbed, young beauty would love this treatment. Everything in her condescending manner and attitude seemed to be begging for a man to treat her just this way. Now she was getting the treatment her coded mannerisms had requested all along. She should have hated it, fought it. But she didn’t; she was loving it.

Natalie’s hand slipped down between her legs. She began working at her clit feverishly to bring herself off. Within minutes she came, loudly, grunting under me and sweating profusely. 

The excitement of her orgasm got me off. I came in her ass violently, feeling my prostate spasming over and over till I thought I would cramp. When it was over, I fell onto her back and lay there for a while catching my breath.

My organ was caught in a vise. We lay together for a long while, like dogs that needed water thrown on them to separate. Only after five minutes or so, did I begin to soften and ooze from her ass. It reminded me of toothpaste being squeezed from a tube.

It was a while before we spoke:

“God, that hurt!” she said, angrily.

Then she lifted her head and looked over at me:

“I thought you said it would ‘feel great’!”

“Yeah, but I didn’t say it would for all the participants, did I?”

****

Chapter 8: Philosophy in the Bedroom

I got up to take a shower. My body felt sore all over. There were positions I had been in that night that I hadn’t explored for a while. Even my eyes burned from lack of sleep.

But it was a good kind or soreness. I wasn’t complaining. I turned on the shower and stepped inside. Within minutes, the shower’s glass door slid open and Natalie joined me.

We soaped each other and enjoyed our bodies under the hot, cascading flow of water. Natalie’s breasts were large and felt like water balloons filled near bursting. I loved the feel of her. My cock was slowly coming to life again.

As she knelt before me, lathering my thigh, Natalie took a long look at my semi-hard dick and admired it. I’m not sure what possessed me, but I let go a stream of pee that splashed against her thigh and washed down the drain along with the shower water.

She fell back stunned and just stared up at me. She was trying to decide what emotion coursed most strongly through her psyche.

“You’re an animal,” she finally laughed, loudly. “And one that needs to be housebroken immediately.”

“Just don’t go crying to your girl friends that I don’t treat you right,” I complained, with mock concern.

After we’d dried ourselves, I held her and we kissed deeply, letting the towel between us fall to the floor. She reached down and tugged on my cock a few times. It grew under her encouragement.

I followed her into the bedroom, but not back into bed. Instead, I decided to continue getting dressed and sat myself in the chair along side the bed, slipping my socks on.

“Time to go, huh?”

“Yeah, ‘fraid so.”

“So, why do you like to whip girls?”

“I don’t, especially...”

“You did tonight, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess so...”

“Why? And, why do you like that other stuff, too?”

“I don’t know...I guess I prefer not to talk about it. If you talk about it you ruin it.”

It occurred to me that I was starting to sound like Hemingway. That scared me. Pretty soon I might feel like putting a gun barrel in my mouth, too.

Natalie lit up again. I could tell she was lost in thought:

“You don’t like women, do you?”

The question didn’t shock me. After all, joke or not, I had just urinated on her. She had certainly earned the right to an honest answer.

“No. You’re way wrong with that one. You just came along at the wrong time. Had you been a few years earlier you might’ve found a different guy to dance with...you know, like the song says, you were ‘Born to Late,’ that’s all.”

I thought about it some more. There had definitely been a different me a few years earlier. Time had wrought itself down on me. Some of it was good, some of it wasn’t.

“You know Nat, we get older and fatter on the outside. But some of us just get a lot thinner on the inside. Like Christ said...the ‘poor in spirit.’ But I don’t see it as blessed, that’s for sure. No, the way I see it, the ‘poor in spirit’ can take freely, but they have nothing to give. When it comes time to give, they find that it was all given away a long time ago.”

“Well, they couldn’t have had much to begin with if they’re left that impoverished from a few bad endings.”

“Maybe...” 

I thought, she might be right. But I felt no need or desire to defend myself.

I finished dressing. I told her I’d be leaving. She was still sitting up against the backboard of the bed, arms crossed, and cigarette in hand. But she seemed emotionally drained and very somber.

“I don’t suppose I’ll hear from you again?” she asked. Her voice was soft and wavered slightly.

It occurred to me that she’d taken the evening much more seriously than I had. Crazy as she was, I felt badly for her. It pained me to hurt her feelings. She had given so freely of herself. All I had done was take.

I would be leaving her a bit thinner, a bit poorer, too.

“No, probably not. You’re engaged. It wouldn’t be such a great idea, don’t you think?”

It was a statement, not a question. And she knew it.

“Yes. You’re right. And he’s a gentleman...and he loves me.” 

She started crying quietly, and I felt very depressed. I have never been good with a lot of emotion, so I thought I would just leave. Nothing I could say at this point would take back the evening or change the way I felt—or didn’t feel. And nothing I could say would change the way she felt—or didn’t. And I knew that.

****

Chapter 9: Exodus

When I went out to my car, it was raining. What a cliché, I thought. Is God condemning me or trying to wash away my sins?

Maybe He was peeing on me, I surmised.

As I opened the car door, Natalie came out onto the landing outside her door. She had wrapped herself in the bed sheets, covering her nakedness.

“I have to feel sorry for you—you’re too weak for me,” she shouted, bitterly.

Then in an attempt to correct herself, she added, ironically:

“I’ll pray for you.”

“Save it,” I said. “Try praying for some common sense, instead.” 

As soon as it was out of my mouth, I regretted it. The remark cut a deeper wound in her, and turned her attempt at pity, back into anger.

“By the way,” she shouted, fighting to smile through her tears, “I lied. You were awful!”

“I’m sorry,” I said.

We both knew I wasn’t referring to the sex.

As I drove off, I could see Natalie in my rear view, standing in the rain, crying. My eyes were still burning from the sleepless night. But the pain behind my eyes was worse.

I had had many nights like the one with Natalie, where I’d spent the evening taking all I could, but left the next morning all the emptier.

Although I knew I could come back to Natalie, I knew I wouldn’t. I was getting too old for this stuff.

It would be better left well enough alone. I never knew a poor man that grew rich on the alms of others.

I stopped at a light and noticed some ashes from Natalie’s cigarette on my pants. How appropriate, I thought. I fingered the ashes and dabbed my forehead, leaving a sooty, black mark.

The rain showered down upon the windshield, pooling itself across my view. I turned the wipers up a notch. They parted the waters, as I found my way home.

The End



A Farewell to Summer



She stepped from the train, and hurried to the station's bathroom. Checking herself in the mirror, she took some deep breaths, and tried to tidy her wild hair.

"You can do this!" she told her reflection. She left the train station and made her way to a nearby park, full of nervous excitement.

That morning she had woken with the urge to do something different, something that would take her out of her comfort zone. For many years the fantasy had been only in her mind. Why she had decided that today she would pursue it more, she did not know. Her confidence had been high in the previous weeks, and with it her inclination to push her own limits had also seen a rise.

Although she was naturally a shy, nervous, woman, she had found that she would go through phases where the urge to misbehave became overwhelming. It would build up inside her, until she took steps to address it, like a pressure valve demanding release. On previous occasions she had found a release with similar methods, always first travelling to a different town, where nobody knew her, where she could be anyone she wanted to be, where it didn't matter if she made a fool of herself or strayed from societal acceptance.

The leaves on the trees were beginning to show their autumn colours. Summer had almost left for the year, and clouds filled the sky, threatening to let go of their rain. She wandered the paths of the park, taking in the scents, sights and sounds of the surrounding nature. She felt even more self-conscious about her appearance than usual. That morning she had dressed in clothes she would not usually contemplate wearing, a short striped skirt, with sandals, and a low cut white blouse, with a thin jacket covering. She had tried to restrain her long, dark brown hair in a ponytail on the top of her head, but the strong breeze had helped strands escape and these fell to outline her face. All of this was very far removed from the tendency she had to be a tomboy.

On the grass, beneath a tree, a benched table stood in the shade. At one of the benches sat a man, his eyes glued to the open book in his hands. The woman kept her distance, passing by on the nearby path twice, as she wrestled with her conscience. She would not usually dare to approach anyone in public, for anything, least of all a complete stranger with the intentions she had. Repeating her mantra to herself in her head, 'You can do this, you CAN do this!', she finally took a deep breath, bit back her nerves, and approached the bench.

She sat opposite him, took a drink from her bag, and sipped at the bottle. His eyes did not move from the page he was engrossed in. She tried to sneak looks at him, without being seen. He was not her usual type of man. She estimated he was probably younger than her, and definitely taller, but could not really tell for sure with her surreptitious glances.

She checked her posture and made sure to sit up straight, her breasts pushing against the material of the blouse, and took another deep breath.

"Hi," she smiled across the table. "Do you mind if I sit here under your tree, it looks like it might rain?"

The man looked up from his book, noticing her presence for the first time. She watched his eyes go directly to her breasts before he looked up and answered.

"Not at all," he smiled in return. "Though technically, I don't think this is my tree."

"You found it first," she pointed out. "So, until I know any better, it's your tree."

"Thanks," he replied. "I don't think I ever owned a tree before."

"It's a good tree, you should be proud," she looked up at the branches above them. "It looks like it'd be great to climb, though not in these clothes, obviously."

"Oh, I don't know," he laughed, his eyes returning to her cleavage showing through the open buttons of her blouse.. "You go right ahead, really, I wouldn't mind one bit." He closed his book, removed his glasses, and placed both on the table in front of him. 

"May I ask a favour?" She arched her back a little, pushing her breasts further forward, and removed her jacket.

"Depends what it is," he answered. "Try me." He noticed her hard nipples pressing at her blouse.

"Can I take a photo of you?" she asked, her nerves showing as her voice gained speed. "I know, weird request, right? Only, I'm really shy, and I've been trying to combat that, and just saying hi to you here was a pretty big deal for me, so I'd kinda like the keepsake, if that's okay. And, ya know, I like taking photos."

"Okay, I guess," he paused. "On one condition though, you get my new tree in the shot too."

"Oh, nice idea!" She took the camera from her bag, and stood up, stepping back a few paces. He watched the bare skin of her legs as she stood before him, and noticed her hips sway as she moved. "Thank you," she returned to the table, walking around to his side, and sliding onto the bench close beside him, her thigh touching his. "You both look so proud!" she showed him the screen of the camera.

"Well, you know," he leaned in to look. "Not everyone has such a great tree." He placed his hands on his legs, the tip of one little finger brushed against her thigh, and he kept it there, tracing tiny patterns on her skin.

She enjoyed the contact as she put the camera down, and took something from the zipped front of her bag. "Okay," she hesitated. She fixed her gaze upwards to the tree branches. "There's something else I need to ask you."

"Go on." he urged. Beneath the table, he moved his whole hand gradually onto her thigh, adding light pressure to the fingertips pressed on her skin, his eyes looking down at the gap between her breasts.

"Take this," she handed him the black keyring. "There's a button on there, it turns me on and off. Would you please turn me on?" He took the gadget from her, and turned it over in his hand, looking confused. With a nod she urged him to press the button. He cautiously placed his thumb on the square button, watching her reaction. "Please." she said quietly.

He pushed his thumbnail into the plastic. It clicked into place, and a small, green light appeared on it. Her head fell back, her shoulders relaxing as she let out a sigh. She moved her hand beneath the table, took hold of his hand on her thigh, and moved it up her leg, pushing her skirt up ahead of it. She placed his hand between her legs, on her panties, looked him in the eye and smiled.

He pressed his hand to the soft cotton of her underwear, and was surprised to feel vibrations against his palm. He looked down at the remote control in his hand, pressed again and felt the vibrations stop. He glanced around at their surroundings where people continued their walks in the park, smiled back at her, and turned the remote device on again.

He ran his thumb over the gadget he was holding, feeling another button beside the first. He could not resist pressing on it, to see what would happen. The vibrations coming from inside his new companion quickened, and her breathing sped up with it. He continued pressing at the second button, going through all of the remote vibrator's different cycles, noticing the effect the changes were having on her as her panties grew damp against his palm.

Moving his hand back to her thighs, he pushed first against the inside of one, then the other, to spread her legs wider. She gave no resistance to the movement, and moved her hips forward to the edge of the wooden seat. He pushed her short skirt up, and reached his other hand across, unclasping two more buttons of her blouse, relieving some of the strain of her breasts against the material.

Slipping his hands under her thigh, he lifted her leg, and placed it across one of his own thighs, leaving her foot hanging between his legs. He held it against him with one hand, pressing his hand and the remote control to her skin. His fingertips ran lightly up and down her inner thigh, as he watched her mouth fall open.

"Hey," he brought a hand to her face and turned it towards him. "Look at me." She fixed her gaze on his eyes, and watched as he looked her up and down. She felt his palm return to her mound, one finger probing at her lips through the damp cotton. She edged herself forward until she was barely balancing on the seat, and the stroke of his finger ran methodically from her clit to her ass, and back again, over and over.

She bit her teeth down gently on her bottom lip, and let out a small moan, then another a little louder on his next stroke. "shhh." he whispered, staring into her eyes. Abruptly she felt the rhythm of the toy inside her change, and gather speed again. She clenched her muscles tight around the vibrations. He leaned in further, and pushed the tip of his middle finger against her clit. She felt the soft cotton graze against her as he tapped his finger onto her moisture.

"Fuck, yes," she sighed heavily, pushing her pelvis forward into his touch, keeping his rhythm.

"Yeah, fuck." he let out a small laugh. She chuckled along with him. The speed of the toy changed again, sending sensations through her body faster than before. He began to tuck his finger under the crotch of her panties, but she stopped him with a hand, and shook her head.

"I don't deserve to be touched." she told him, replacing his hand back outside her underwear, on her slit. He changed the setting on the remote, and the toy fell silent and still. The rhythm of his single stroking finger increased, spreading her moisture out over her lips, until she felt the dampness of her panties on both of her thighs. Soon another finger joined the first, and she felt each fingertip stroke along each side of her clit, before pushing firmly on top. She rocked her hips against his hand, her intensity growing with every move.

His eyes continued to look her over, watching the expressions on her face, her breasts pushing forward as her back arched more and more, and his hand between her legs, stroking feverishly at her wet pussy. Turning the vibrator back on, he pressed the second button against her thigh, and she felt the button click into place on her skin repeatedly as the toy cycled through all of its variations.

Her excitement was nearing a peak, and she was no longer aware of people in the park wandering around nearby. He looked into her eyes, with a smirk. "You know there's two guys across the way who have watched you do this entire thing, right?"

"Fuck," she cried again, not bothering to look who he was talking about, as the waves of pleasure began to take over her body. "Fuck I wanna cum, tell me. Tell me to cum for you." she pleaded. She had not even finished the sentence before the toy inside her settled on its fastest rhythm, and the man's fingers pushed hard on her clit, rubbing and slapping gently.

She held onto his leg with one hand, and braced herself with the other on the table in front of them, grasping tightly with both. Her head began to fall back, but she fought it to continue gazing into his stare as the orgasm took over her body. He felt the juices pour from her pussy, soak straight through the material, and soak his fingers. She rode it out as quietly as she could manage, gasps and small moans still managing to make themselves heard above the noises of summer.

Switching off the vibrator with the remote button, he took his hand from her panties and put it to her mouth. She sucked on his fingers hungrily, tasting her own excitement. "Thank you." she smiled, as his finger slid from her lips.

"Well," he sat back and relaxed. "The forecast did say there was a chance of showers today." She laughed, and straightened her clothing, leaving the blouse buttons open as he had left them. "I suppose you want this back now?" he passed her the remote control. She took it from him and placed it back into her bag, zipping it closed.

He checked the time on his wristwatch. "Sorry," he began to say.

"No, don't be, you gotta go," she shrugged. "Me too," She stood up from the bench, straightened her skirt, and picked up her bag. "It was great meeting you," she told him. "Bye now." 

She walked away in the direction she had come from, her hips swaying, and an extra spring in her step.