4 comments/ 20994 views/ 5 favorites First Lesson By: WickedTies My lover and I attend a party, an important event for his boss. I have been enjoying a few drinks and feel a little outside myself as I am expressing my opinions, questioning everything that my lover is doing or saying. It becomes embarrassing to him and he apologizes for my behavior, but he says nothing to me. We remain at the party until I become so obnoxious and out of control that we must leave. During the cab ride home, he says nothing to me. I realize that he is displeased with me and I attempt to apologize for my behavior, but it does nothing to ease the anger that I am feeling towards him. When we arrive home, I am first to exit the cab, and the first to enter the house. Before I can even put my purse down, he grabs me, lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder. I begin to fight him, kicking and telling him to put me down. Ignoring my protesting, he has the strength to control me and I'm helpless to free myself. He carries me to the bedroom, drops me unceremoniously on the bed and orders me to take off my clothes. I respond by telling him to go to Hell, which further angers him. He tells me that either I can take off my clothes or he will. I tell him what he can do to himself and I attempt to get off the bed. Before I can, he grabs me and forces me down. In one motion, he rips my dress off of me, leaving me in only my bra and panties. I continue to fight, but to no avail. Still holding me down, he tears off my panties and then my bra, leaving me naked. Stripped of my clothes and modesty, he leans over and kisses me and whispers in my ear that because I have been such a naughty girl, he is going to punish me for my behavior and teach me how I should act, in public, with him. I try to respond and once again apologize, but he accepts none of that. He quickly flips me over onto my stomach, pushing my face into the bed. I am grabbed and pulled down to the end of the bed and forced into a kneeling position. My ass is hanging over the edge and my knees on the floor. I try to squirm away from him, but he has me held in place, with a knee firmly pressed against my ass. Unable to move, he pulls my legs apart, stretching them as wide as he can. I try to look up and see that my ankles are tied to the legs of the bed frame. I scream at him, telling him no. He tells me that my protesting will only cause me more pain and regardless, he is going to punish me and teach me a proper lesson. My legs tightly secure, he grabs my arms and stretches them forward and tying them to bedposts at the headboard. When he is satisfied that I am properly bound, he gets up and walks away, leaving me helpless and completely exposed. Moving until out of my sight, he returns, completely naked. My eyes are drawn to his erect cock and a moment of fear and lust rush through me. He stands where I can see him and begins the litany of how naughty I have been and how I am to be punished for my bad behavior. My lust is forgotten and I begin to curse him with every expletive that I am capable of uttering and even some that I have never used before that moment. He moves behind me. The next thing I feel is pain from him slapping my ass, hard. I yelp in protest and pain and he tells me that every time I protest, the punishment will grow worse. I order him to let me go, again using language that I am not accustomed to using, even referring to his parentage. Then, I feel his hand again as it stings my ass, quickly followed by another and another and another. Once, twice, three times each time bringing a yelp of pain from me. I can't help but scream louder each time his hand makes contact with the tender flesh of my ass. Then it stops as quickly as it starts, leaving me breathless and humiliated. Tears course down my cheeks. I look around and I can't see him. I finally spot him standing by a dressing table and holding a wooden paddle, carved from some dark wood. When my eyes meet his, he merely smiles and begins to slap the paddle against his hand. It makes a terrible noise. In fear, I begin to curse him again, ordering him to release me. He smiles again and tells me how much he is going to enjoy paddling my ass until it is hot and bright red. My anger turns to fear and I begin to beg and plead with him not to paddle me. When I realize that he is not going to release me, I begin to struggle against my restraints in feeble attempt to free myself from the coming paddling. He laughs at me and tells me that I am going nowhere until he is finished with me. I plead with him once more when I see him walk toward me, still slapping the paddle against his hand. I bury my face in the thick bed coverings, crying. Then I feel his hand brush lightly against my hair and he lovingly strokes it. His hand moves slowly and tenderly down the length of my back and strokes the cheeks of my ass, squeezing each one separately. Moving his hand into the crevasse between my cheeks, he playfully teases my asshole and then down to my sex. His fingers explore my lips and I feel him parting and exploring between them. He tells me that I am his wet, little bitch and before he is finished with me, he will make me squirt for him. I start to open my mouth and say something to him, but all I can do is whimper. Then without warning I hear the swish of the paddle and feel the sheer pain as it makes solid and sharp contact with my left ass cheek. Just as quickly, the paddle burns into my right cheek and I don't know which is worse, hearing the sound of the paddle or the pain when it meets my tender flesh. The sound of the paddle cracking, mingles with the sound of my whimpers. The pain is so great that I can't cry out. Then I feel his hand caress my flesh. Even though it feels good, it only inflames my flesh more with no true end to the sting in sight. He moves his hand away and the next moment I hear the swish of the paddle and the pain again, only this time it is more intense. This time the blows are hard and quick, alternating between each cheek. There is no let up between each blow, only a moment passes between each strike of the paddle. My whimpers get louder and then turn to moans. I can feel my pussy pouring out its juices and they are running down my inner thighs. I can't understand why, but I want him to stop, yet I don't. It is painful; a glorious pain and I want more. My mind is as aflame with pleasure as my ass is with pain. As if he can sense my enjoyment, he stops and walks away and is once again out of my sight. I want to beg him to continue, but can only muster a whimper. I can't see what he is doing and I can only hear a rustling noise, panic once again sets in and I struggle against my restraints. He orders me to stop struggling, which this time I comply quickly and completely. He tells me that was good and now, for being a quick learner, he is going to reward me with some pleasure. I attempt to relax and I'm surprised when he pushes an object into my sex. I hear a gentle buzzing and feel the vibrations from the dildo that he inserts into me. He slowly works it in and out, teasing me and pleasing me at the same time. With each stroke, I begin to moan and I can feel my juices running and dripping again, my hips begin moving in rhythm with the toy. In combination with the pain in my ass cheeks and the pleasure in my pussy, I'm just beginning to enjoy the intensity of the situation, when he pulls the dildo out completely in one motion and leaves me hanging on the edge of cumming. He tells me that I haven't been that good, yet. I beg for more, needing sexual release, and I feel his hand in my hair as he pulls my head up and whispers in my ear that I don't deserve more yet. He tells me that I still have more to learn and that he is going to teach me and only when he thinks that I've learnt my lesson and when he thinks I'm ready and he's ready, will he fuck me and fuck me hard. He lets go of my hair and I feel his fingers and hand as it moves down my back and feel him squeeze my still burning ass cheeks. He tells me what a lovely ass I have; one that is perfect for fucking. I feel my juices start to flow again from my sex. He moves his hand down and feels of my flowing pussy. He takes some of my juices on his fingers, licks them and then he takes some more and offers it to me. I lick them, greedily. I want him to fuck me and then let me suck both our juices from his stiff manhood, until he gives me a full load of his cum to savor and swallow. The loving caresses suddenly turn to pain by a slap to my already tender and inflamed ass. It comes so fast and with such force that it caused me to gasp. The fusillade of slaps continue over-and-over; one right after the other, with no reprieve and no mercy. Just the slapping. When I cry out and beg for him to stop, he only slaps my ass harder. Then, just as quickly as the slaps had started, he suddenly stops, leaving me gasping for breath and my heart beating so fast, it feels as if it will explode in my chest. The pain is the worse than earlier, more harsh and complete. I'm assaulted again as I hear the swish of the paddle against my ass. He continues, alternating between cheeks. Swat, after swat, after swat. My ass is burning with intense pain, yet I feel nothing but pleasure from each separate strike. I'm floating outside my body in another world. He continues for what seemed like an infinite amount of time, but it is only moments. I want him to stop, but then I didn't. I know he isn't done with me yet. He grabs me by my hair again and pulls my face away from the bedcovers. In a tone of voice that I have never heard from him before. He asks me, "who is your MASTER? I didn't know what to say. Then he yanks hard on my hair and asked me again, "Who is your MASTER? Who must you obey?" I still don't know what to say. Suddenly, not knowing where it came from and as if I had no control over what I said, I blurt out, "YOU are my MASTER. I must obey YOU." He lets go of my hair and my head drops back down onto the bedcovers. Then he says, "Good girl. I'm going to reward you now, my little bitch." With that, I felt overcome with fear, anger and arousal. I felt him grab my hips and in one violent thrust, he pushes his throbbing cock into me and buries it to the base. I can feel it as it is pushed against the inner walls of my sex, filling me completely and sending my body into uncontrollable, undeniable and incredible spasms. As he pumps in and out of me, I begin to cry, the pain and pleasure unbearable. I need release, but just as quickly as he had entered me, he pulls out, leaving me shaking and unfulfilled. Then he begins to explore my asshole with his finger. He spreads my juices over it, stroking the tight rosebud orifice. Then he pushes his finger past the tight muscles and enters me. I arch my back in an invitation for him to continue. He slowly works it back and forth, and then he removes it. The one finger is replaced by two as he continues to stretch my tight passage. He finger fucks me, drawing back and forth and at the same time rotating his fingers in a circular motion. He finally seems satisfied and pulls his fingers out and I feel the head of his cock as he places it at the entrance to my asshole. In one motion he rams his cock into me, causing me to react from the sudden onslaught of pain in the most forbidden area of my body. I cry out and beg him to stop and this only makes him drive harder, faster and deeper into me. He tells me to relax and it will be better for me. Then through the pain, I began to feel the pleasure of a serious ass fucking. He tells me that this is my reward for learning who and what I am. Then he asks me what the lesson is that I have learnt. I tell him that he is my MASTER and that I am his bitch and slave to do with as he pleases and that I must obey HIM, always. He then grabs my hips and plunges as deep as he can into my tight canal. With each withdrawal, he plunges even deeper and I can feel his balls as they slap against my pussy. I can feel my juices running out of me and down my legs. Then the pleasure begins to turn to pain. I think I can't take any more and in between gasps for breath and sobs, I beg for him to stop. It is too much pain, too much pleasure and too much emotion for me to absorb all at one time. He replies with a simple, no, and continues his assault on my tender and burning passage. Then suddenly from deep inside me, my body begins to convulse and spasm as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure overwhelms me. I lose all sense of time and place and he recognizes what is happening. He pumps harder and harder and then he tells me to squirt for him. I am unable to control my body and I feel a rush of fluid from my pussy and as I do, I can feel him spasm as he releases a hot flood of cum into my ass. I totally collapse in a world of pain and pleasure, knowing that I have indeed learnt a lesson. In my mind, I am already wondering when my next instruction will be given. Fine. First Lesson It was time for my slave to learn just what that word meant. She was still excited by being told what to do and by the nasty things I forced on her. But this was all in the privacy of my home where no one else knew what she was really like. I had some of the guys over today and that would change. The four of us were sitting around the TV watching the game when I said, "Hey babe, come here a sec." None of the guys had seen her yet. They knew my lifestyle, so they didn't ask much about the women. They just enjoyed the stories. Who knows, maybe I just wanted to prove to the guys that I wasn't full of shit with the stories. Whatever. After today, there would be no question as to how true my stories were. All three of them stared when she walked in. All 5'3" and 120 pounds of her. Of course a good portion of that weight was in her 38DD tits. She was wearing a pair of workout pants that hugged her magnificent ass beautifully. She came up to my chair and stood between the guys and me looking at me intently with her green eyes. We'd had company over several times in the three weeks she'd been staying here so she had no reason to suspect anything. I said, loudly enough for everyone to hear me, "Get on you knees and suck my cock, Slut." She had exactly the reaction I expected; hoped for even. She just stared at me. She knew she was to obey anything I said, anytime I said it. She just assumed we'd be alone at those times. The shock on her face was classic. Knowing what I was putting her through right now made me almost drunk with power. "Did you not hear me, Slut?" I said even more forcefully than before. "I ... I ... but ..." "But what?" I said, now having everyone's undivided attention. I leaped out of the chair and grabbed both of her arms, pinning them behind her and holding them with my right hand while I wriggled her pants down to her knees with my left. I turned her to face the guys and let her arms go to get both hands underneath her sports bra and pop her tits out the bottom of it. "Apparently you think you only have to obey me when you feel like it, you fucking slut. So I guess you need a lesson." She tried to cover herself with her hands in front of these complete strangers. I grabbed a handful of her short black hair and jerked her sideways just enough to get both of her hands up grabbing my wrist. "You remember our arrangement, don't you, Slut? You obey or you leave. Now what's it going to be?" "I'll obey," She said in a weak little voice. "You'll obey, what?" I hissed in her face. "I"ll obey you, Master," she said fighting back the tears. "Good. Now take your clothes off, look at the guys and tell them what you are," I said as I let go of her hair. She quickly got out of her clothes and shot me a scared look before turning back to our guests. "I'm a filthy fucking cumslut who has to be told what to do by my master." "That's a good start," I said. "Now on to your punishment." She gave me a horrified look. "Buy why, Master?" "Did you suck my cock when I told you to." "No, Master." "So?" "I deserve to be punished." "Why." "Because I'm a disobedient slut." I turned her around and put her on all fours in the middle of the room with her cunt on display for the guys and said to them, "All right, guys, turn this fucking whore's ass red. Use your hands or your belts, whatever makes you happy. And feel free to pinch her nipples and pull her hair, too. She's a fucking slut. Treat her like one." The three of them looked at each other for a moment before the one in the middle hopped up and smacked her ass hard enough for her to rock forward. Then he started smacking both her cheeks with a steady rhythm. After a minute of this I told him to move around in front of her and ask her what she wanted. "Thank you for punishing me. Can I please suck your fucking dick? Please?" she said. I looked at the other two and said, "See how this works?" "Fuck yeah!" was the response as one of them took off his belt and went after her ass with it and the other went straight for her tits, squeezing her nipples so hard she said "ow, ow, ow" around the cock she was sucking. I told the guys to have fun, but not to cum yet. So the one with the belt made his way around to her mouth. She grabbed the cock she was sucking with her left hand and jerked him while she sucked the second guy. And the one that was working on her tits moved back to her ass and stuck his thumb and three fingers in her cunt. He said, "This fucking whore is actually enjoying this ... she's soaking wet!" Then he took his fingers out of her cunt and stuck his thumb all the way up her ass. She ended up deep throating the dick in her mouth as she gasped at the sudden violation. The third guy just laughed as he jammed his fingers back in her pussy and worked them together against the thin layer between her pussy and her asshole. Finally, he moved around while she got dick number two in her right hand. Guy number three made her lick his fingers clean before he shoved his dick in her mouth, grabbed both sides of her head and forced her face up and down his cock until she had the whole thing in her mouth and he told her to stick our her tongue and lick his balls. It was pretty obvious the guys were ready, so I told the slut to sit back on her haunches and told the guys to spray her with cum all over her face and tits. And like a good little slut, she just sat there and took it. As the guys were getting dressed, I told her she wasn't done yet. That she was to go outside the door of the apartment, bend over, grab the rail and thank the guys, individually, as they left, for treating her like the fucking slut she is. "And it better be loud enough for people to hear," I said. All three of the guys gave her one last hard smack on their way out the door as she repeated what I'd told her to say. Finally I told her she could come back in. She asked if she could take a shower. I said, "No. I just ordered a pizza and you'll be answering the door exactly as you are now." That should keep her from getting too complacent. First Lessons of Yoga Jen's movements epitomized poise and grace with a touch of sexuality that caught Craig's attention like no other subject had. Her blissful expressions contained a hint of complexity underneath the warm smile and beautiful voice. Ten years behind a reporter's desk had taught Craig to spot and appreciate the deeper aspects of people, and Jen fit into that rare category of the truly intriguing. From a folding chair off the edge of the practice mat, Craig watched as Jen directed a class of twenty students through various stretches and exercises that Craig couldn't pronounce. Her lean body moved with grace and control as her students attempted to emulate her poses on the aqua-colored cushioned floor, her dulcet voice gave instructions and encouragements over soft music playing from the stereo. Craig jotted down his thoughts and impressions as he watched the class. All the students were barefoot like Jen, and wore tanktops with either tights or sweatpants. Most were in good physical shape, and the few who did have an extra layer of fat were still as limber and flexible as the rest. He felt out of place in blue jeans, tennis shoes, and a tee-shirt that clung too tightly to his belly The group finished with a meditation pose, and after a few minutes of silence, they quietly stood up and headed to the locker rooms. Jen walked over to Craig and smiled. She had sculpted features and a small mouth and nose. Even barefoot, she stood a couple of inches taller than Craig. "So, what do you think?" she said. She pulled her long blonde hair out of the rubber band that had held it behind her head. "Quite impressive," Craig said. "Can you give me a run down of what I saw?" "Basically, I took the class through a series of poses meant to help them concentrate on their breathing and improve their overall health," she said. "It's a combination of three different styles of yoga which all branch from hatha yoga - iyengar, viniyoga, and tantra." Craig followed with more questions concerning the growing local interest in yoga, and as he listened to her speak, he found her slight accent attractive. "So where are you originally from?" he said. "You have an accent I can't place." "I have American parents, but I spent the first ten years of my life in China before moving to India for about five years," she said. "It was there I first began practicing yoga, and it was that instructor who handed down to me the method I currently teach." As the students left, Jen said bye to each of them with a wave or an encouraging pat on the shoulder, and Craig noted the individual attention she gave each student. She led Craig to the small back office where she sat behind a gray metal desk that took up a large portion of the cramped room. A computer sat on one corner of the desk, the monitor peppered with neon yellow and green sticky notes, and various papers were scattered over the rest of the surface. As if to relieve the claustrophobic condition of the office, scenic pictures of beaches and mountains were hung on the walls. "This is the part of the business I don't like," she said. "The business of the business." Jen discussed more of the business aspects of her teaching, and pointed out that the slim profit margin had forced her to live upstairs and had only allowed her to hire one part-time employee. "Let me ask you this, Craig," she said. She walked around the desk and sat in the chair next to Craig with her left foot tucked under her right knee. For the first time Craig noticed the tattoo on the inner portion of her ankle. Definitely an Eastern design, it looked almost like an ornamented sickle. She leaned over close to him, moving into his personal space, her face only inches from his. If anyone else had moved in this close, he would have leaned back. Instead, he felt an urge to kiss her, then became embarrassed by his own thoughts after he tried to imagine how she looked when she kissed, or made love. "Would you be interested in a free month of yoga classes? Because I think you'd really enjoy it. In fact, I think you'd become addicted." "I bet you say that to all the reporters," he joked. Jen laughed, a cute, beautiful laugh. The temptation to close the small gap between them and kiss her became stronger. "For now, I think the best bet will be to get you in here early in the morning, before the events of the day have zapped your energy," she said. "So, would you be interested in my seven a.m. class?" Craig shrugged his shoulders. "Sure, if you don't mind me a little groggy." "Oh, I'll fix that," she said. "Bring a pair of shorts to wear, and either a tee-shirt or tanktop. Now, do you want a quick tour of the upstairs?" "Sure." He followed her up the stairs next to the office. The second floor consisted of a hallway with four doors spaced throughout. She opened the closest door and led him inside. The small living room was furnished with only a couch, short table, chair, and television on a rolling stand. Off to the back an archway led to the kitchen area, and a closed door off to the right of the living room Craig assumed was her bedroom. The blank walls and the carpet were a neutral beige. "Quite bare," she said. "But the only thing I ever do here is sleep and drink tea." The room across the hall from her apartment was a small single room with a weight bench set in the middle of the room and a treadmill facing the window. The third room contained standard storage, an old vacuum cleaner, mop and bucket, boxes stacked against one wall. As they walked back downstairs, Craig told her he had everything he needed to write the article, but Jen suggested he talk to her assistant Debra at least once before finishing. "She might be able to add some insight as well," she said. "She teaches tomorrow night's intermediate class, I'll let her know you're stopping by." Craig usually did follow up work by phone, but his curiosity about the assistant, and the opportunity to possibly see Jen again, stopped him from correcting her. Jen escorted Craig to the front door with more casual talk while he wondered if committing to a month of yoga would be more than he could do, but as she looked over at him and smiled, he realized that at that moment, he would have done nearly anything this woman had asked. He felt a little manipulated by her charm, but found he couldn't hold that against her. She stayed inside and locked the door behind Craig as he stepped outside. She smiled at him and waved through the glass door. The large illuminated sign that said only "YOGA" lit the parking lot in an eerie jaundiced glow, casting long shadows towards the back of the lot. Craig slowly walked to his car with a gut feeling he had missed something. ### The next morning he arrived a few minutes early. The building looked different in the daylight. The two-story gray brick looked less pristine in full sunlight, the parking lot appeared patchier, and the glass door a little more smudged. Craig entered and saw a few students, changed and ready to go, mill about in the middle of the room. He didn't see Jen anywhere as he headed towards the locker room, but one man in the group looked over at Craig and smiled. The locker room consisted of one row of lockers and a bench. Craig couldn't imagine more than four or five men changing clothes in this small space at one time, but the floors and walls were clean, and the room lacked the sour smell of sweat he usually associated with locker rooms. His ass had grown wider than his ego liked to admit, and his shorts were tighter than he wished they were. The tee-shirt he brought along fit snugly as well and only made him feel fatter. With memories of high school physical education classes flooding his mind, Craig empathized with the requisite fat kid in every gym class. He determined to buy new exercise clothes at the next opportunity. He stepped out of the locker room and ambled towards the center of the practice mat with the rest of the students. They talked casually, and Craig stood just outside their circle. He compared the bodies of the two men and three women to his own short, stocky form, and felt out of place next to this health conscious group. He could feel the coldness of the cushioned floor against his bare feet and the chilled air of the room brought goosebumps to his exposed skin. Although he couldn't hear the air conditioner running, it seemed too cold for the room to be naturally cooled. The speakers in the corners of the room snapped, then played serene music of piano, a harp, and a flute. Jen came out from the back office and walked to the front of the practice area. Everyone spaced themselves out in two rows, and Craig formed a third row by himself behind the others. If he screwed up, he didn't want anyone to see. "Let's start with Tadasana," she said. "Remember, keep your hips tucked forward and your chest up." She took them through a series of methodic poses much easier than he had expected, and for the next thirty minutes, Craig followed a half-beat behind Jen and the rest of the class as they moved from standing to seated to reclined poses. She would occasionally verbalize encouragements that Craig tried to imagine were directed at him, and more than once, he caught her looking at him with a smile. With each pose, he tried to mimic the position and posture of the rest of the students, and found himself out of breath much quicker than he would have imagined. They finished in a meditation pose that Craig couldn't force his legs into completely, and Jen showed him a simpler form he could use. Unused to sitting in that position, Craig's back began to ache after only a few moments and it became an effort not to slouch. "Namaste," she said. "Thanks for coming." The other students stood, while Craig groaned quietly and stretched his legs out in front of him. Jen approached and loomed over him, but Craig made no effort to stand. "That last pose was beginning to really hurt my back," he said. Jen smiled down at him. "That just means you're not used to sitting up straight. With more practice, that will stop hurting and become more natural." She held out a hand and helped him up. Her grip was firm, and her skin soft. He changed into his work clothes, while Jen waited for him, and she handed him a box of tea when he came out. "Here, try this out for a while," she said. "Just two cups a day should help clean all the toxins out of your system." He agreed to try it, but failed to add that he didn't like tea, never had. As he left, his body felt looser and more agile than it had before. The practice had made him feel better, more energetic, and depending how the next few classes went, he would have to seriously consider keeping it up. ### By lunch he felt as though his body had been tied to a rack and stretched beyond the point of recovery. He had finished most of the story about Jen and her business, leaving a few gaps in the story to fill with quotes from Debra, and as he stood to go to lunch, pain shot through his lower back, causing him to freeze in a half-standing position, eyes wide, hands braced against his desk. By the end of the day, the stretched out feeling had lost some of its intensity with the help of a few over-the-counter pain relief pills, but Craig still had to be careful about how he sat or stood. After a quick stop at an athletic store to purchase shorts and shirts that fit more comfortably, he pulled into the nearly full parking lot of Jen's business. Debra lacked the same graceful body shape Jen possessed, and instead appeared to be skin stretched over long bones. She couldn't have been much older than Jen, but seemed to have a weathered look around her eyes. Her deeper voice lacked the calm and peaceful tones of Jen's. And while she spoke encouraging words to her students, Craig couldn't shake the sense that she wasn't sincere. He walked to the back of the room and found Jen in the back office entering numbers into the computer. Craig knocked lightly on the doorframe and when Jen looked up, he became enamored again with her beauty. She silently waved him and he sat down. She leaned across the desk and spoke quietly. "How are you feeling?" she asked. "Better, now that the pain relievers have kicked in." Jen chuckled a little. Craig admired the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed. "They're almost done in there," Jen said, "and then you can talk to Debra. Although I warn you, sometimes she can come off a bit more aggressive than she means to." They heard the rustling noise of the students leaving the practice mat. A moment later, Debra stood in the doorway of the office, not making eye contact with Craig, but instead staring at Jen with a look of frustration. She stood with her arms crossed and her head impatiently cocked to one side. "Do you want to talk to Craig?" Jen said. "Not really. There's nothing I can tell you that she hasn't." She made eye contact with Craig, and he could almost feel her contempt for him. Her look of scorn reminded him of teachers from school who he somehow knew had just hated him for no good reason. He could have pushed the issue; he had dealt with much tougher interviewees than Debra, but because he didn't want to come off as a complete jerk in front of Jen, and because he wanted to continue talking to Jen, he let it go. "That's fine really," Craig said. "I have more than enough material." Without another word, she turned to walk away. Craig noticed as she left that she had the same tattoo on her right ankle that Jen had on her left, except reversed. "I'm getting hungry, want to grab something to eat?" Jen said. Craig looked over at Jen, quite surprised. He wanted nothing more than to spend an evening with her, and couldn't believe his luck. He hoped it was more than just politeness from her; maybe she was trying to compensate for Debra's rudeness, and although his mind told him this was the most likely explanation, his heart wished that she found him interesting, and even attractive. "Sure," Craig said, self-conscious of his tone. ### Jen changed into a short skirt and a low-cut top. She stood taller than Craig when barefoot, but now with her black high-heels, she towered over him. As they walked into a bar-and-grill, people turned and stared. She seemed oblivious to the attention; Craig though became self-conscious. He knew he was with the most beautiful woman in the place, and he felt even fatter than before. Craig couldn't help but to watch her long legs move with assurance and grace as they were shown a table, and he caught more than a few men watching her walk as well. A few women gave Jen the same look of contempt that Debra had given Craig earlier, but he did notice a couple of women eyeing Jen in the same manner the men were. At the moment the hostess showed them their table and pulled the chair out for Jen, Craig realized he could never have Jen. Not ever. She was more than just out of his league, she was a different species. Jen embodied the spirit of a healthy lifestyle. She exercised regularly, ate wisely, and drank moderately. Craig placed himself at the opposite end of the spectrum, with frequent fast food meals, occasional cigarettes while throwing back beers or whiskey, and before this morning's yoga class, absolutely no exercise since high school. He knew there was nothing she could she find attractive about him, and he didn't think they had anything in common. The oddness of their appearance together reminded Craig of a six-month relationship he had had years before when his girlfriend broke up with him after declaring that his penis was too small, he was physically repulsive, and he wasn't normally the type of guy she went for anyway. They ordered drinks, and as they talked he tried to steer conversation towards her past, looking for clues of who she was, what she had done, and possibly anything they might share in common, but she always managed to change the subject back to him or his work. Eventually, the topic moved to Debra and her reactions to him earlier in the evening. "I felt her contempt for me the moment I walked in the door," Craig said. "She can be like that," Jen said. "She really didn't want to be in the paper, but I told her to talk to you anyway." "She kept the conversation to a minimum." "Debra is completely different from me. I personally think of her as my polar opposite, both contradictory and complimentary. And to be totally honest, I wouldn't be where I am without her, and she without me." "Have you worked with her a while?" "Longer than I'll ever admit," Jen said. "Seems like Debra and I have always been tied together somehow." "I watched her lead the class," Craig said. "And, nothing against her, but I like the way you lead better." "Every instructor is going to have a different style," Jen said. "The trick is to find one that fits you. Some people like Debra, others don't. She comes from a martial arts background, so sometimes she can come off a little harsher than she realizes. Once you understand her, I think you'll see what I mean." They continued to talk once dinner came. Craig ordered a baked chicken in an attempt to at least appear as though he were trying to eat healthy, although he had forgotten to request the side order be charged to something other than fries. At one point while they ate, Craig felt Jen's foot brush against his shin. It was only a moment, but he tried to store away the memory of that touch to relive later when he was alone. But later, her foot touched his shin again, and this time it remained. She applied a little pressure, and Craig basked in the feeling and the mental image he created of what her foot must look like against his shin. He wondered if maybe she wasn't aware that her foot was pressed against his shin instead of one of legs of the table. She had to be able to feel the fabric of his jeans through the top of her shoe, he couldn't imagine that she wasn't aware of what she was doing. But her mannerisms hadn't changed, and she continued to talk and listen as if she had no idea what she was doing. After they left the bar, Craig drove her back to the building and walked her to the front door. This almost felt like a date, and he had a nearly overwhelming urge to kiss her. But other than her foot against his shin, she had made no indication that she saw him as nothing more than a reporter. As she unlocked the door, she nearly extinguished all his uncertainties with a simple question of her own. "Want to come up for another drink?" Craig agreed more quickly than he meant to, the shock of the question had caught him completely off guard. He wondered if his eagerness had given away what he felt for her, but he smiled as if nothing was out of the ordinary and led him inside. In the dark, the bottom floor looked different somehow, larger, ominous. Only a red EXIT light illuminated the room, and Craig couldn't see the far corners. "You don't know your way around without the lights on," Jen said, and without another word, she kicked off her shoes and took Craig's hand. His heart beat faster as he felt her smooth skin against the roughness of his own hands. She led him towards the back and up the darkened stairs with only the reflected streetlights outside providing light for the hallway at the top. Once inside Jen's apartment, she flipped a switch that turned on a small lamp in the far corner. The dim bulb provided only enough illumination to navigate around the furniture. Jen turned on a small CD player on the bottom shelf of the television stand then walked into the kitchen. What sounded like Eastern music softly filled the room and Craig found himself wondering even more what Jen's life separate from her business was like. "Beer?" "Of course," Craig said. First Lessons of Yoga They sat at the small kitchen bar and talked more, and Craig realized how easily he could fall in love with Jen. She was beautiful, a pleasant person, with a beautiful heart-warming and wonderful laugh. He hadn't heard a negative word from her concerning any topic. Not a complainer or bitcher. She seemed too perfect, and Craig searched for a downside, something about her that he wouldn't like. He knew from past experience if he couldn't find it, and find it soon, he would know she was lying about something, covering up some portion of herself that would rear its ugly head later as a divisive issue. She finished her beer and threw the can in the trash. "Want another one?" she said. "It's up to you," he said. "If you're having one, sure." "Nah, don't think I will." She walked around to his side of the bar, took the beer can from his hand and placed it on the counter, then wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in close. Craig could see a slight glaze in her eyes, and knew she definitely felt the effects of the alcohol they drank. "You know, I like the fact that you're one of the few guys who hasn't put sexual tension between us," she said. Craig watched her full lips move, watched the way her mouth, teeth, and lips formed words, studied her jaw-line and the way she had pushed her blond hair behind her ears. He was thankful she didn't know his thoughts, had no idea he had been lusting after her the moment he had met her, and all night had been contemplating what a relationship with her would be like. "Most guys I catch eye-balling me in way I know what they're thinking, or they actually do hit on me, or ask stupid questions about yoga and my sex life. It gets really old. I used to be flattered, now sometimes I'm just sick of it." Craig wanted to lean forward those few inches and kiss her. He fought the powerful urge, especially after her mini-confession. He could feel himself shaking, and with her arms rested on his shoulders, he knew she had to feel it as well. "You!" she said taking one arm from around his neck and placing her hand on his chest. "You actually listened to me. You wanted to get to know me. I'm not blind, I can see what you're thinking, but unlike most men, you have the ability to control yourself. I find that almost as attractive as your brain." Craig wasn't sure he heard her right. She had said she found his brain attractive. Could she actually be attracted to him afterall? He didn't believe it, but here she stood, one hand against his chest, the other around his neck, leaned in close enough that her warm breath bathed his face. He could feel his organ begin to stir in his pants, and realized that in just a matter of moments, he would be hard, regardless of whether this went any farther. "You fail to see the good qualities in yourself," Jen said. "You're confident in the abilities you have, but deep down inside, you don't like your body. I can tell by the way you walk, carry yourself, by the way you dress. Yoga can fix that." She put her arm back around his neck. "I can fix that." She closed the gap between them and kissed him. Jen aggressively probed his mouth with her tongue in one of the strongest kisses Craig could remember. Her breath was unusually warm, her lips forceful. Craig tried to compliment her movements, but she took control, and within a few moments, Craig realized they were breathing in tandem. As he exhaled, she inhaled, nearly pulling the breath from his lungs. His organ stiffened completely as she pressed against him. He placed his hands around her waist, but she reached back and pushed them down over her ass. Surprised, but pleased, Craig gently kneaded her buttocks, felt their soft firmness, traced their roundness. A light moan escaped her throat and Craig felt the vibration in her chest. He pulled her skirt up and grasped her bare ass, felt its smooth skin, unsure whether she wore underwear until his middle finger brushed the cord of her thong. Jen let one hand drift down his chest until she found the edge of his shirt, then she ran her hand under his shirt back up to his chest where she lightly pinched his left nipple before burying her fingers in his chest hair. She shifted her position slightly, just enough that she pressed against his crotch and could feel his hardness against her hip. Craig felt his own moan escape, and this seemed only to intensify Jen's passion. She pressed more firmly against him, kissed him more aggressively as her hand slid up to the back of his head. Craig could feel himself leak onto his underwear, and with each minute that passed, Craig became more excited with worried thoughts of peaking too quickly. It had been a long time since he last had sex, and while masturbation sometimes relieved pent up tension, it didn't prepare him for the excitement of sex with another person. Jen slowly pulled him off the stool, grabbed the remote for the stereo, and turned up the volume of the music. She led him into the bedroom, where she held onto his hand as she lit a candle in each corner of the bedroom. Once the fourth candle was lit, she turned to him and they continue to kiss. As they stood now, Craig's head was leaned back as they kissed, and he realized he had never kissed a woman taller than he before. He found this exciting as well. Jen had his shirt off in one swift movement and began to kiss his chest. Craig looked down at her, still incredulous that this was happening to him. To him! He leaned forward slightly and kissed Jen on the top of the head. Her hair smelled of honey. He grasped her shirt, pulled it off, then unhooked her bra. She shrugged it off with a smooth wave of motion. Craig could see and feel her small breasts against his stomach; her hard nipples tracing random patterns through his hair. Jen's hands moved to his pants, where she unlatched his belt, then his snap and zipper. She yanked his pants down past his knees, and placing her hands on his hips, shoved his hard cock into her mouth. Craig thought he would come at that very moment. Her warm mouth and active tongue felt better than anything he could ever remember. His eyes rolled up as he moaned in blissful pleasure. She worked back and forth, keeping a firm grip on his hips, almost guiding him as she worked. He knew he wouldn't last long, the excitement building up to this moment, the feel of her mouth around him, the way her tongue dragged against the bottom of his cock. He could feel the pressure building inside him, and his legs began twitching. Just seconds before he was about to come, Jen pulled her mouth off of him with one final, long stroke that made his entire body shiver. He looked down at her; her eyes holding his for just a moment, a sly smile on her lips, then she helped him step out of his pants and socks. For the first time in years, Craig stood completely nude in front of a woman. He felt slightly vulnerable, exposed to a degree he hadn't experienced in a while. As Jen stood, she slid her skirt and panties off and kicked them away. She slipped her hands against the side of Craig's head, her fingers entwined in his hair, and kissed him. Turning his head to the right, she drove her tongue deep into his mouth. Her breath was hot and seemed to suck his own breath out of him. Jen broke off the kiss, but keeping her hands firmly against his head, walked backwards towards the bed gently pulling him along. When she reached the edge of the bed, she sat down, bringing Craig to his knees and wrapped her legs around his head. He looked down at her pussy only a few inches from his face. Her blonde hair was neatly trimmed into a tiny triangle above her clit, but the rest of her pussy was shaven clean. He cupped her firm buttocks in his hands and drove his face into her. He licked her with long, swift strokes from bottom to top, which only caused her to grip him harder and shove his head deeper between her legs. Craig could feel that her strength was greater than her slender form indicated, and he knew immediately that he wouldn't be able to stop until Jen let him. She was drenched in her own juices and by the sounds of her breath and moans, Craig knew that his tongue gave her the pleasure she had been needing for some time. "Fuck me with your tongue," Jen said between bated breathes. "Fuck me with your tongue." Craig jammed his tongue into her hole, his nose brushing the bottom of her clit. Her moans increased as did the pressure she applied to the back of his head. This was doing nothing to relax his need to come, and instead Craig thought he could possibly come just by eating her pussy. The bottom of his tongue began to ache, and Craig wondered how much longer he could go on. He didn't want to stop, didn't want this to ever stop, but he could feel himself slowing as the aching in his tongue increased. Her ass felt great in his hands, and he squeezed her flesh, feeling the softness of her skin and the firmness of the underlying muscle. She released her grip on his head and spread her legs wide to allow Craig to stand. In the soft candlelight, Craig could see the exquisite muscle tone of her legs and stomach. He had never seen his own abdominal muscle, and he found hers extremely compelling. He bent down again and kissed her stomach, making sure to kiss every crevice and rubbing his face over every inch of her flat stomach. Jen held his head against his stomach for a few moments, then pushed him back up to a standing position. "Do you like my tummy?" Jen said, her tone both innocent and seductive. Craig nodded his head. "Then I want you to come on it." She shot forward so quickly that Craig almost jumped backwards. She took the entire length of his cock in her mouth, once again using her tongue along the bottom of his shaft as she worked back and forth. "Oh God, I'm coming," Craig said, and Jen laid back, pulled Craig forward to straddle her stomach. With two more quick strokes, Craig exploded. His come shot up between her breasts, and she pressed his cock against her stomach, continuing to stroke him, and rubbing the head of his cock against her abdominal muscles. Every muscle in Craig's body gave way as he fell forward and caught himself with hands on each side of Jen. She slowed her pumping of him, and pulled him down further to rest on her. His cock continued to convulse even though he was spent, and Jen lightly rubbed his back with the tips of her fingers. Craig could hear the soft music playing from the other room, a light flute while a single drum beat a heartbeat rhythm. "I'm sorry I came so soon," Craig said between breaths. "Don't apologize," Jen said, "I wanted you to come. I knew it'd been a while since you had sex, so I wanted to get the first orgasm out of the way." "Out of the way?" Craig said. "Yeah. You don't think we're done, do you?" Craig leaned up enough so that he could look in her eyes - they shone in the flickering candlelight - and he saw the smile on her face. She kissed him again and rubbed her stomach against his cock more. After a moment, she rolled him over on his back, then stood and left the room for a moment. She returned with a towel and wiped them both clean. When she finished, she tossed it on the floor, then straddled Craig's waist. He could feel the warmth of her pussy against him, arousing him. Jen grabbed his wrists and held them above his head with one hand while using her other hand to rub his chest. She slowly slid forward until her pussy covered his mouth, and with both hands firmly holding his arms in place, she began to grind, a slow rhythmic motion. As Craig worked her with his tongue he followed a counter rhythm that complimented the rhythm Jen moved to. Craig knew he had made the right decision as her breathing became shallower with each passing moment. "Oh...fuck...yeah," Jen said. "Oh...yes...lick my pussy." Jen continued to grind, and soon Craig could feel her twitch in pleasure at the top of each motion. Encouraged, Craig used his aching tongue more, trying to hold it stiffer. Each twitch lasted longer, Jen's grip on his wrists became firmer, and his cock became harder, longing to plunge into her pussy. "Oh yes...I'm gonna come on your face," Jen said. "I'm gonna come all over you." She began to move faster, push down harder, and Craig wanted her to come. His face was covered by her juices, and he wanted more. He needed to feel her convulse, needed to hear that moan of orgasm. He thought he heard a noise, though he couldn't be sure, his ears were covered by Jen's muscular thighs. But when Jen suddenly stopped, her whole body ridged, Craig knew she heard it too. "Shit!" Jen said as she sat up. Craig looked up at her as she turned her head and listened more carefully. He studied the line up the middle of her stomach, studied her chest as it expanded and contracted with her breathing, the way her blonde hair covered one breast, the light sheen of sweat on her skin. They heard the noise again - a clicking sound as if someone was locking the door downstairs. "Shit!" Jen said again and climbed off the bed. "What it is?" "Debra's here," Jen said. She looked around the room, found a robe behind the door, and quickly pulled it on. "Why? What's going on?" Craig was confused on a number of different fronts. First, what was Debra doing here, not only was this Jen's business, it was Jen's apartment as well? Why would Debra come by this late at night? But second, and the most confusing aspect of the last few seconds, why did Jen have a panicked look on her face? "Just wait here," Jen said. "I'll be back in a bit." Jen shut the bedroom door behind her, and he heard her shut the apartment door on the way out. He could barely hear Jen descend the stairs over the music playing in the other room, so after a moment, he walked into the living room and turned down the volume on the small stereo. He felt a bit rebellious and a bit excited as he stood completely nude with a raging hard-on in this unfamiliar apartment. This night had turned out completely different than he could have ever realistically hoped for, and a part of him felt young again, almost daring, like he had in college when nothing was considered too bold to try. As he examined some of her CDs, he thought he heard shouting from downstairs, but couldn't make out who was doing the shouting or what was being said. The loud voices quieted after a moment, then erupted again, although this time seemed closer, as if Jen and Debra were at the bottom of the stairs. Craig turned the volume of the music back to were it was then quickly eased back into the bedroom. He sat on the corner of the bed, legs crossed, waiting. His cock still stood erect, although not quite as hard now as it had been a few minutes ago. A small amount of pre-cum leaked from the head of his organ, and he wiped it off with the towel Jen had left on the floor. He could definitely hear two people coming up the stairs now, one's footsteps heavier than the others, and a moment later, he heard the front door of the apartment open. He held the soiled towel over his lap. Then the bedroom door pushed open. Jen stood in the doorway, Debra looking over Jen's shoulder from behind. "Ah, Craig," Jen said slowly, "Debra's stopped by." Jen walked over to the bed and sat next to Craig, the terry-cloth rob rubbed softly against his side. Debra still stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, head cocked to one side with the same pissed off look she had earlier when Craig first met her. Only this time, with the flickering light of the candles, her expression seemed more ominous. He knew it was because of his excited state, but for the first time, Craig noticed her full lips, and could almost imagine them wrapped around his cock. His cock throbbed with the mental image. "So you two really were having sex," Debra said. She tapped her barefoot on the floor, having removed her shoes somewhere downstairs. Her jeans were tight, showing her thin legs and bony hips. "I told you we were," Jen said softly. "I wasn't trying to hide anything." Debra continued to stare at them. Craig looked from Jen to Debra, the actions of both made it clear that there was plenty going on here that he wasn't aware of. Frustrated with the lack of sex over the past five minutes, plus his irritation at Debra for interrupting them, Craig exhaled loudly, then spoke. "Well, I don't know what's going on here," he said. "But Jen and I were sharing a personal moment here - " "So you're going to exclude me then?" Debra said. From her eye contact, it was clear her comment was directed at Jen. Craig hoped his shock didn't show on his face. Never before had even the remotest possibility of sleeping with two women come his way, and with Debra standing there, nearly throwing a fit over not being included in their love-making had Craig more than a bit hopeful. "I don't know," Jen fumbled. "I hadn't discussed this with him yet. You insisted on coming up here now." "That's not my fault!" Debra said. She crossed her arms over her black tee-shirt. "And like that's something you really have to ask a man anyway." Jen turned to Craig, putting one arm around his shoulders and the other arm on his thigh. He suddenly remembered that he still held the towel over his crotch. "Craig, honey, I know this is our first night together - " Jen said. "I can't believe you're actually asking him!" Debra said and pulled off her shirt as she stepped into the room. She wore no bra underneath, and the nipples of her small breasts stood at attention. Jen took the towel from Craig's crotch, as Debra took off her pants. Jen then stood up and slipped out of her rob. Once Debra was nude, Jen stepped over to her and they kissed. Craig sat and watched in shock. Not only had he never had sex with two women, but outside of rented porno films, he had never actually seen two women passionately kiss before. As they kissed they ran their hands over each others bodies, and for the first time, Craig saw the tattoo on Jen's back. He hadn't noticed it before, but then realized that he hadn't see her naked from behind yet. The tattoo was inked just at the bottom tip of her spine, arching slightly up like wings, framing the top of her ass perfectly. As he watched Debra squeeze Jen's firm ass, he knew he too had rubbed his hands across that tattoo and hadn't known it. Watching them kiss made his cock throb even more, and took all his self-control not to stroke himself. Debra worked her way down Jen's neck to her shoulders, then her breasts. Jen leaned her head back as Debra slid her tongue down Jen's stomach all the way to the opening of her pussy. Jen wrapped her left leg around Debra's shoulders. Debra rubbed Jen's leg with one hand while gently holding Debra up at the small of her back with her other hand. "Oh, yes, eat my pussy," Jen said. Craig sat amazed at Jen's balance. She had begun to twitch again, and with one leg wrapped around Debra, seemed to be having no problems keeping herself upright. Debra stopped rubbing Jen's leg and moved her hand to Jen's pussy. She slipped her thumb inside of Jen, and Jen hunched forward, teeth clenched, and like she had done to Craig earlier, forcing Debra to lick faster and harder. Using the same hand Debra was thumb-fucking Jen with, Debra slipped her middle finger into Jen's anus. A squeak of a scream escaped Jen, and Debra shoved her finger in deeper. Jen leaned further forward, her full weight resting on Debra, and Debra slowly stood up. Although Craig knew Jen couldn't have weighed more than a hundred pounds, the position she was in should have made it awkward for Debra to stand, let alone balance Jen on her face and then walk her over to the bed. Debra threw Jen down on the bed, fully disengaging herself. Craig looked first at Debra and then down at Jen, who began to rub her own pussy and tits. First Lessons of Yoga "Somebody fuck me!" Jen said. "Somebody fuck me now!" Craig looked up at Debra who was looking at down him. Debra then reached down and grabbed Jen's ankles, flipping her on her stomach with one quick motion. Debra then lay down on the bed on her back, and as she pulled Jen's hips to position her pussy over her face, Debra said with a tone that indicated that this was an order and not an option, "Fuck her up the ass, Craig." Craig looked over Debra's body for a moment, and even in the candlelight, she still appeared to be nothing more than bones with skin stretched over them, and Craig momentarily wondered what it would be like to fuck her. Debra licked Jen's pussy, her hands pulling her ass checks apart, exposing Jen's little pink anus for Craig. As Craig positioned himself over Jen, he remembered the one other time he had had anal sex with a woman. Both he and his girlfriend had just returned from a party at a friend's house, where one of the drunken partygoers had let slip that his girlfriend was guaranteed to come every time they had anal sex. Craig and his girlfriend at the time had discussed it on the way home, she not believing that it could be the least bit pleasurable, and once in the bedroom, Craig managed to talk her into trying it. His girlfriend had hated it, complained that he thrust too hard, his cock was too dry, then told him to forget about ever trying that again. Craig had to crouch at an angle he wasn't used to, and his thigh muscles almost immediately began to protest, but he wasn't about to let these two women know that anything was straining him physically. Holding his cock in one hand, he used his other hand to lightly grab her waist. Jen's ass moved back and forward slightly with Debra's licking motion as she propped herself up on her hands, her head bobbing up and down, left and right, in the throes of pleasure. He slowly pushed the head of his cock into her anus, immediately noticing that her anus wasn't as tight as his ex-girlfriend's had been. Jen's head shot up, her blonde hair flailing. "Yes, fuck me!" Craig continued to ease deeper into her anus, his apprehension about hurting her taking away some of the pleasure of her tight muscled, but receptive, ass wrapped around his cock. "Fuck her hard, you idiot!" Debra shouted at him. He was taken aback by Debra's coarse attitude, but felt excited by the feel of her breath on his balls. Craig slid his cock the rest of the way in, burying himself up to his shaft. Jen squeaked another scream, and Craig knew he had done the right thing. He began to pump her, feeling a slight amount of friction from not using any lubricant, but soon, that slight discomfort paled in comparison to his building excitement. He was surprised that he was lasting as long as he was. A fantasy enjoyed by every man was happening to him and he wasn't coming in less than a minute like he had figured he would. Jen's screams got louder, and Debra had dug her fingers into the soft flesh of Jen's ass to keep her from bucking away. "Oh Fuck! I'm coming!" Jen screamed, and her screams continued to grow in volume. When Jen seemed to be at the top of her orgasm, unable to scream any louder, Craig felt his excitement build to the breaking point. He slammed his cock into Jen harder with each stroke, and when he could hold back no more, exploded with a loud grunt - shooting his cum up Jen's ass. He slowly continued to pump Jen's ass, each stroke slightly slower than the last. He felt Debra's hand lightly message his balls, then rub his ass. As Craig pulled his cock out and Debra eased out from under her, Jen collapsed forward. Her eyes were closed, a slight smile of pleasure on her lips. Debra moved to the head of the bed, placed her back against the wall, and faced Jen with her legs spread in a pose that left no doubt of what she wanted Jen to do. Jen lay enjoying this moment of pleasure and slowly responded to Debra's wish. As Craig sat back at the foot of the bed and watched, Jen began by slowly rubbing Debra's calves, following each touch with a light kiss. Debra squeezed and rubbed her own small breasts, watching Jen, oblivious to Craig's presence. Soon Jen worked up to Debra's inner thighs, and Debra's breathing increased. Jen opened her eyes at this point and stared directly at Debra's pussy. Debra's hips slid forward slightly, the anticipation was nearly killing her. Jen chuckled softly. "What do you want, dear?" "I want you to eat my pussy." "Really?" Jen said. "Are you sure?" "Yes, now damnit!" Debra said. "I want you to eat it now!" Jen chuckled softly again, then with one swift, long motion, ran her tongue up Debra's pussy. Debra moaned loudly, lightly banging her head on the wall behind her. Jen licked her again. While using her left hand to continue massaging her own breasts, Debra reached down with her right and forced Jen's face forward against her pussy. Though watching Jen lick Debra excited Craig, his penis had gone limp and didn't seem like it would rise on its own. Plus, never having been with two women before, and unsure of Debra's attitude about him, he didn't know if he could join in at this point. Craig inched forward and began to rub Jen's back. She gave no indication that she noticed or cared, so Craig continued, eventually working down her back to her ass. He studied her tattoo for a few moments, noticing its long lines, the way it curved perfectly around the top of her ass. He knew whoever the artist had been must have had a great time putting this one on. He leaned forward and kissed the center of the tattoo where it met the top of her ass. Jen still gave no indication that she was aware of what Craig was doing, instead, she continued to concentrate on Debra's pussy. Debra's eyes were closed, head thrown back, panting, with one hand greedily rubbing her breasts and the other hand firmly on Jen's head guiding her. Craig ran a hand down the back of Jen's legs, studying the muscle definition, the gorgeous curves. He wondered if she realized how absolutely stunning her body was. He knew Debra appreciated Jen's body, and not only that, had learned how to work Jen's body. He continued to kneed Jen's ass with one hand, while he slid the other between her legs to her wet pussy. There was a slight lift in her hips, letting Craig know to continue. He was still in awe of his luck, especially considering the athletic condition of these two women and his own poor physical condition. That Jen had found him attractive enough to have sex with him, and that Debra hadn't been completely repulsed by his gut and wide ass still left him in near disbelief. He didn't consider himself unattractive, but had always figured that athletic people, women especially, went for those athletic men. Why wouldn't they? Debra slowly slid her way down to a laying position. Jen placed both her hands behind Debra's knees and lifted her legs up. It wasn't a posture Craig hadn't seen before, but Jen continued to push each leg further towards Debra's head, until within just a few moments, Debra had both of her ankles behind her head. Jen licked more frantically now, using first one finger, then multiple fingers to fuck Debra. And as Craig continued to massage Jen's pussy, Jen spread her legs wider and wider apart until she had each foot bracing the sides of the mattress. He was impressed with both women's flexibility, and watched the muscles bulge in Jen's legs as she slowly lifted her ass in the air, giving Craig more room to work. His cock was semi-limp now, his sheer determination willing it to rise having some effect, but realizing he needed to help, he began to stroke himself. His cock didn't respond as quickly as he would have liked, but after a few more moments, he felt he was hard enough to work with. Craig positioned himself behind Jen and placed his hands on her hips. The strength in her legs and back felt like steel, he wasn't sure he could have moved her if he wanted to. He rubbed his cock along her wet pussy, covering it with her juices, then slid his cock completely up her hole. Jen moaned into Debra's pussy and began pumping her fingers more furiously into Debra. Never before in his life had Craig had sex three times in one evening, and was quite shocked by his own stamina tonight. He had come twice in a single night before, but had never attempted a third. His cock felt harder than it had all night, but oddly enough, it seemed to have lost some of its sensitivity. He continued to ram his cock into Jen harder, determined to enjoy every moment of this. He looked down at Jen's anus and could see a light glean of his seed from earlier, and he had the urge to jam his cock into her ass again. He pulled his cock out of her pussy, and was a moment away from sliding it in her ass, when Debra stopped them. "Oh, this isn't enough," Debra said. "I need it deeper, harder." Debra unwrapped her legs from behind her head then rolled to the side of the bed and opened a drawer of the nightstand. After only a second of rummaging around, she pulled out a dildo that immediately made Craig feel small. If that is what Jen was used to having, no wonder it had taken both Debra and himself to make her come. Debra rubbed her clit with it a few times with a look of pleasured relief on her face, then eased it into her pussy. "Yes, that's better," she said. "Oh, much, much better." She could only take in half the length of the dildo, but Craig was amazed that much fit. With each thrust she increased the speed, and the look on her face seemed to perpetually change between pleasure and pain. Jen reached forward and tried to take over for Debra, but Debra slapped her hand away with a quick "no". Jen laughed at this, then grabbed Debra by the ankles and pulled her flat onto her back on the bed. While Debra continued to work herself, Jen placed Debra's ankles on Craig's shoulders and nodded down at Debra. "Fuck her ass," Jen said, then straddled Debra's face. "Lick me," she ordered Debra. "Lick me now." Once Debra began licking Jen's pussy, Jen's eyes rolled upwards in pleasure. Jen reached forward, grabbed Debra's ankles and pulled her legs towards her, leaving Debra's anus perfectly exposed for Craig's cock. Still wet from Jen's pussy juice, Craig positioned his cock, then slowly slid its head into her anus. "Oh, Fuck, Yes!" Debra shouted and began working the dildo faster. Craig slid his cock the rest of the way in. Placing his hands on her hips, he rubbed his hips against her ass, enjoying the pleasure of his cock being completely buried in her anus. He could feel the dildo's movement against the top of his cock, surprised at the unexpected sensation. Shoving faster and harder with each thrust, Craig soon was pounding her ass so feverently that he felt the burning sensation of muscle exhaustion within his thighs. It was only a few more minutes, before Craig felt himself involuntarily slowing down. He had difficulty breathing and his knees were beginning to ache. Debra could feel him slowing and shouted, "Harder, damnit, harder!" Jen pulled Debra's legs back a little further, changing the angle enough that seem to allow Craig to penetrate Debra's ass just a little deeper. Craig picked up the pace and only hoped he could keep it up. He didn't have long to wait though. Debra now had the dildo with two hands and was thrusting herself with it faster. She began to moan, one long quiet moan, that gradually became louder and higher pitched. When it turned into a full scream, Craig felt his lower stomach and crotch suddenly doused with Debra's juices as she squirted. She slowed the dildo down dramatically, but Craig could feel his third orgasm mounting and didn't stop thrusting. Debra seemed to collapse, her entire body just a rag doll now that Craig was fucking. He watched as she only half-heartedly licked Jen's pussy. Jen kissed both her ankles and allowed Debra's legs to fall to the bed. Craig couldn't continue to fuck Debra's ass at the angle she laid now, so he pulled his cock out and looked to Jen. Jen leaned forward and pulled the dildo from Debra's limp hand. Debra rolled over to the side of the bed and curled into a fetal position, continuing to slowly rub her pussy. Jen laid down on her back in front of Craig and put her ankles on his shoulders. "She only licked me enough to get me horny again," Jen said. "I need you to make me come like she did." A sly smile crossed her lips, and it was a smile and look Craig knew he would never forget. It was the kind of smile he knew he'd never be able to say no to. Craig was more than willing to try. His cock throbbed and although he felt an orgasm was only moments away, he knew that if he didn't continue soon, his cock would fall limp. Jen began to rub her clit, while Craig slid his cock in her anus. Once he was completely in, he started to thrust in and out. Then when he had a good rhythm going, Jen inserted the dildo into her pussy while continuing to rub her clit. Moans and light screams escaped her as the two fucked, and eventually Debra rolled back over and began to lick and kneed Jen's breasts. Craig could feel his pleasure mounting. His legs were screaming with exhaustion, his lungs burned, and sweat poured off his forehead and landed on Jen. He continued to thrust though, making his best effort to make each thrust harder than the last. Frustration began to set in as the exhaustion threatened to overtake Craig before he could come. And although Jen sounded like she was clearly enjoying this, Craig didn't think she sounded like she was about to come yet. Determined to satisfy her, determined to make her come as hard as Debra had, Craig ignored his muscle exhaustion, ignored the sweat pouring into his eyes and dripping on Jen. He desperately felt the need to come, wanted to come so much so that he was no longer concerned with any sort of rhythm, unconcerned with how he had to move or position Jen. And just at the moment when he thought he couldn't go on, that his muscles were going to completely give out, he heard the pitch and tone of Jen's moans change. She no longer had the steady pant-moan of breath, but instead had begun purring. Each moan turned into a purr; she would suck in a shallow breath, then moan and purr again. She thrust the dildo faster and slightly deeper with each breath, until one purr didn't stop, but slowly climbed into a scream. At that moment, Craig once again felt his lower stomach and crotch bathed in pussy juice as Jen squirted on him. He continued to pound her ass, knowing that his orgasm was just moments away if only it would come. He continued harder, sure the release would come with the next thrust. Jen continued to ram the dildo in her pussy as fast as she could. Craig saw Debra look up at him, watched as he and Jen were locked in the throes of continual thrusting. She moved over to Craig and ran one hand along Jen's inner thigh. With the other hand, she began to rub Craig's ass, then moved and rubbed the area between his testicles and anus. Having a good idea what Debra was about to do, Craig briefly wondered if he should stop her. He had heard of this before, but it had never been done to him. He felt Debra rubbing his anus with three fingers, then felt a single finger probing the soft exterior skin. She positioned her finger on his anus, applied just a slight amount of pleasure, then thrust her finger in. The pleasure was unlike anything Craig had ever felt before. He thrusted into Jen only two more times before he felt his cock explode in orgasm. Coming a third time felt odd; he could feel his cock convulse, could feel Debra applying pressure in his anus, but could tell very little, if any, come was coming out. He moved his cock in a swirling motion inside Jen's ass, and apparently that was what it took for her to come again. She buckled and convulsed so violently that Craig's cock came out of her ass. She continued to twitch involuntarily for another moment before collapsing. Debra slid back over to Jen and they kissed a soft, tender kiss. Craig lay down on Jen's right, and placed an arm over her chest. And in only a few moments, completely overcome by exhaustion, Craig fell asleep. ### A dream woke him up, although the second he opened his eyes, it ran from his memory. The candles in the bedroom were no longer lit, and it took his eyes a moment to adjust. He looked over at the window and could see the slightest trace of dawn beginning. The bedroom seemed completely different now. Peaceful, serene, calm. He turned and looked at Jen lying beside him. Her breathing was slow and deep. He could hear Debra's light breathing on the other side of Jen. He studied Jen's face for a few moments. She had to be the most beautiful woman he had ever met, and she was definitely the most beautiful woman he had ever sleep with. The word "lucky" didn't begin to describe how Craig felt at the moment. Not only had he done things with Jen and her friend Debra that he had never done before, but he felt things with these two he had never felt before. Jen's eyes opened. She smiled at him. "Watching me?" Jen whispered. "Yeah, sorry," Craig said. "No, there's nothing wrong with that," Jen said. "It's kinda sweet actually." Craig reached up and ran a finger over her lips, feeling their softness. "You look like you're deep in thought," Jen said. "What's on your mind?" "I was just thinking how lucky I am to have been with you," Craig said. "And wondering why you chose to be with me." A look of seriousness washed over Jen. "There's nothing wrong with you, Craig," she said. "You're a perfectly handsome guy, you have a very nice and open personality, and you seem to be very sensitive to the needs of others. So what's the problem?" "Look at me," Craig said. "I'm starting to go bald, I'm out of shape, and I've got this completely repulsive gut." "Craig," Jen said and placed a hand on the side of his face. "Those things are nothing. They're just physical appearances, and those kinds of things come and go. You are not your body." Craig smiled at her half-heartedly. "I mean it," Jen said. "I chose to have sex with you because I like you. I wanted to be with you." "I just find that amazing," he said. Jen exhaled loudly. "Well, you shouldn't," she said. "And look at Debra, she has no problems with you. You made her come like no other guy has. She'll remember that, and she'll probably make you do that again." Craig chuckled lightly. "None of this would have happened if we didn't want it too," she said. "Now go back to sleep or I'll make you perform again." Craig smiled at her. She smiled back. Then he leaned forward and kissed her. Their kiss was slow and tender, passion held at bay for the moment. When they finished they leaned their foreheads together, closed their eyes, and went back to sleep. ### When Craig woke up again a few hours later, Jen stood naked at the window adjusting the sheer curtains to allow only a small amount of sunlight in. Craig studied her shadowed form and its sleek curves. He wondered if she knew how perfect she was to him. He wanted to be with her again, he wanted to be with her always. If he could bury himself against her, bond with her both physically and emotionally, Craig knew that was all he would ever need out of life. He knew at that moment, he was falling in love. "Good morning," she said. "I didn't wake you, did I?" Craig shook his head and smiled. He looked around the room and noticed Debra was gone. Jen came over, climbed on the bed, and straddled his waist. "Are you sore from last night?" "Not yet," he said. "But only because I haven't moved yet to discover what hurts." Jen laughed. "Well, I have a tea that may help," she said. "And you're probably going to need it. I have a class to teach later this afternoon, and Debra has a class this evening. I thought I'd warn you, because we're both always horny after teaching."