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Theory & Practice

By: BrightShinyGirl



We'd been working together for months before I found the courage to admit to myself that I had a crush on him. It was ludicrous really. I was a happily-married woman with a tenure-track faculty position at a major university, not some bubble-headed coed. But every time we passed each other in the halls of the English department I felt my stomach go all fluttery inside.

Rick was a visiting adjunct. He was in his late 20's, only a couple of years younger than me, with sandy blond hair and the nicest smile. He was married too, which made it even worse. Sometimes his wife dropped him off at work. Erin was small and pretty and dark. She was six months pregnant and it was clear that they were very much in love with each other. Every time I saw the two of them kiss I felt a pang, like someone had pricked my heart with a pin.

I didn't tell my husband anything. Greg was already peeved at me for the late hours I'd been working this past semester. Informing him that I had a thing for another professor would NOT go over well. And if he ever wondered why I seemed to be so horny all of a sudden, he kept his suspicions to himself.

Because, I was turned on almost ALL the time. It was kind of embarrassing. I kept fantasizing about doing things -- sexual things -- with Rick. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. I imagined kissing him, touching him, what it would feel like to have his body pressed tight against mine. Greg and I were having sex almost every night, partially because I was so worked up, and partially because I felt so guilty about my crush. I loved my husband, and didn't want to hurt him. Still, sometimes when Greg was thrusting into me, I would imagine that it was Rick instead.

It was a Monday night and I was working late as usual. I was supposed to be reviewing graduate admissions, but I was distracted as usual by inappropriate thoughts. I had this fantasy of just walking into Rick's office and taking off all my clothes. It was totally crazy, the sort of thing you read about in porn stories. I could picture the shocked look on his face as I stripped naked in front of him. And then I'd tell him I wanted him to fuck me, and he'd take me into his arms, and ....

A knock at my door brought me out of my reverie. 

"Jill?"

I spun around in my chair. It was Rick, standing at the door to my office, with a quizzical look on his face. I could feel myself blushing.

"Hey, there," he said, "You got a minute?"

"Ah ... yeah, sure," I realized her voice sounded a little strange. "What's up?"

Rick rubbed the back of his head and looked sheepish.

"This might be totally stupid," he said, "But I just get this feeling that I might have said something to offend you ... and if I did I wanted to apologize and clear the air."

"Offend me? You haven't done anything like that! Why did you think that I ...?"

Rick laughed nervously. "I told you it was probably stupid. It's just that lately ... over the past few weeks ... I've felt like you've been avoiding me. Whenever I see you it's like you pretend I don't exist. I thought I'd done something to upset you."

I could feel myself turning a deeper shade of red. Looking back on it, I HAD been avoiding him, because every time I was around him my panties got soaked.

"Oh!" I said. "Oh God no, it's nothing you've done! I've just ... there's something I'm going through right now."

His face showed concern. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

I tossed my head and laughed. "Oh, believe me, I wish there was ...."

"I'm not sure I understand."

He was leaning against the door, looking worried. His collar was open and his sleeves were rolled up and his eyes were impossibly green. I caught a faint whiff of his cologne. It was a warm, masculine smell. God, this was making me crazy!

"The problem is ... how to put it ... you're an attractive man."

"Um ... uh ... thank you? I'm not sure I'm following you."

"You're an attractive man ... whom I find myself attracted to."

"Oh ... OH! But aren't you married?"

"Ah ... now you're seeing the nature of the problem."

There was an awkward silence. Rick shifted his weight from one foot to the other. His hand was on the doorknob. I half-expected him to just turn and walk away. Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

"I'm sorry," I blurted out. "Like I said, it's my problem not yours."

Rick licked his lips. "I mean, I'm married too. Erin ...." His voice trailed off.

"I know, I know! Just forget I said anything."

"I could ... I could never cheat on her ... particularly not with a married woman."

"I didn't mean to suggest you would. I feel so stupid."

Rick ran his fingers through his hair. When he spoke again, his voice was lower. 

"Now ... if we were both single ... it would be different ...."

Whoa, I hadn't expected that. "Really?" I said.

"Well ... yeah. If we were both single, I ... uh ... I'd probably already have asked you out."

"Oh," I said. My heart was fluttering. I struggled to keep her voice steady. "You mean, in some theoretical alternate reality where neither one of us was married ...."

"Exactly. I mean ... I think you're attractive too." He laughed. "I've got a thing for girls with glasses."

I reached up and touched my glasses, suddenly self-conscious. The way he was looking at me was strange. I felt like I was naked, even though I was fully dressed.

"You know," he said softly, "In theory, working late like this ... it would be the perfect opportunity for two single coworkers to fool around ...."

"Would it?" My voice sounded a little strangled. "In theory?"

"Yes. Two people ... alone ... who both find each other attractive ...."

"Um ... theoretically, how would such a thing happen?"

"Well ... it would probably start innocently enough. I might walk up behind you and start rubbing your shoulders, for example."

"I'd suspect I'd like that," I said, "Sometimes my back gets really stiff."

"I'd rub your shoulders until you weren't stiff anymore. And then ... well ... a lot would depend on what you did next. If you didn't turn around, it probably wouldn't go any farther than that."

"Ah ... but what if I did turn around."

"Then I'd probably take that as an indication that you wanted me to kiss you."

My throat felt dry. "In the circumstances, yes, that probably would be the correct conclusion."

He looked at me intently. "You'd want me to kiss you?"

"Theoretically ... yes ... in the scenario you're describing."

"Then I'd kiss you ... deeply."

I felt a rush of warmth pass through my body. "I see."

"How do you think you might respond? Theoretically, I mean."

I shifted in my chair. I was trying to act nonchalant, but my mind was in turmoil. "I'd probably put my hands on your chest ... or maybe slide my arms around your neck."

"Pick one."

"Oh God ... uh ... around your neck."

"Then I'd put my hands on your hips ... and pull your body against mine."

"Our bodies pressed together ...," I said softly.

"While we kissed," Rick said. "Deeply ... passionately."

"It's ... uh ... very interesting to consider from a theoretical perspective," I said. "Of course, none of this could ever actually happen ...."

"Oh no ... of course not!"

"But, if it did ... uh, what do you think would happen next?"

"I suppose I would unbutton your shirt."

"You would?"

"Yes. I'd untuck it from your pants, and undo all the buttons, and slip it off your shoulders. And then I'd run my hands over the fabric of your bra ...." 

"Pink cotton."

"Hmmm?"

"In the interests of accuracy ... what I'm wearing ... um ... what I theoretically would be wearing ... is a pink cotton bra."

"I'd run my hands over your pink cotton bra, touching your lovely breasts ...."

"Oh!" I said. I could feel my nipples hardening as I imagined what that would feel like. "I would probably like that ... a lot."

"What happens next?"

"I think ... I think I probably would reach behind me and unfasten my bra."

"Your pink cotton bra. And take it off?"

I smiled at him. "Do you want me to take it off?"

"Yes, very much."

"Then I would take off my bra, showing you my bare breasts."

Rick swallowed. "Do you think, under the circumstances, your nipples would be hard?"

I nodded. "They'd definitely be hard." In fact, they were hard right now. Rick had to be able to see them poking through the thin silk of my blouse. He had to realize the effect this conversation was having on me.

"Then I'd have to kiss them," he said. "I'd kneel in front of you and suck on your tits ...."

"And I'd run my fingers through your hair ...."

"... and while I was sucking on your tits I would unbuckle your belt ... ."

"Yes ... go on ...."

"... and I would unzip your pants, and pull them all the way down ... down around your ankles."

"You'd take off my pants right here in my office?"

"Yes. Under the circumstances, I wouldn't be able to help myself. And I'd run my hands over your bare legs."

"Ohhh ... I would enjoy that. I would be making little moaning sounds."

"Can you describe the sounds a little more specifically?"

"Sort of like this." I closed her eyes and threw my head back. "Ohhhhhhhh," I said softly, "Oh, baby, yesssssss."

"Jesus," Rick muttered under his breath.

"What?"

"What you just did was very ... uh ... vivid."

"In theory, would it make you hard? Hearing me moan like that?"

"It would make me so hard."

I glanced down at his crotch. His growing erection showed as a straight line against the khaki fabric.

"Tell me about your panties," he said.

"They're pink cotton, like my bra. I mean, they would hypothetically be pink cotton."

"Are they ... would they be wet?"

"Sopping."

"And if I pulled them down ...?"

"You would discover a wedge of dark brown curls."

"A wide wedge or a narrow wedge?"

I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. Was I really about to describe my pubic hair to one of my colleagues? "Sort of in between. Not a jungle, but not a strip either. A neatly-trimmed triangle."

"I would run my fingers through your neatly-trimmed triangle ...."

"Ohhhh."

"... And then down lower, between your thighs."

"Would you put your fingers inside me? Hypothetically?"

"Not at first. First I would just trail my fingertips along the outside of your lips."

"Oh God," I muttered. I was all I could do not to squirm in my chair.

Rick licked his lips. "I'd trail my fingertips along the outside of your tender, swollen pussy lips ...."

"Don't tease me. Put them inside. Put your fingers inside me."

"... And then, slowly, I'd slide them up inside you."

"I'd be so wet, they'd go in easily."

"I can imagine. I'd slide them all the way up inside you, and then I'd start fucking you with my fingers. I'd fuck you with my fingers while I kissed you deeply on the mouth."

"I would be moaning. My hips would be moving. I'd be rubbing my naked body against you while you fucked me with your fingers."

Rick was staring at me. His face was flushed. I could tell he was imagining what I would look like naked. 

"And then," I said, "I would reach down and unzip your fly ...."

"Yeah," he said.

"... and I'd take out your cock, your beautiful hard cock ...."

"I would be so hard," he said.

"... and I'd rub it against my naked stomach. Skin against skin. The head all wet and slippery, leaving a shiny trail ...."

"Oh God," he said. He slipped his hand into his pocket. It was obvious he was touching himself.

"... and then I'd push it down, down through the brown tangle of my hair, down between my legs ...."

"That's so hot."

"... guiding the head between my swollen lips ... covering your cock with my wetness ... the sensitive tip sliding back and forth against the shiny pink of my open pussy ... ."

Rick's voice was hoarse. "I want to fuck you ... I mean in the scenario we're describing, I would hypothetically want to fuck you ... very badly."

"How would you fuck me?"

"I would turn you around and bend you over your desk."

"Ooooh."

"Your tits would be hanging down, and your hair would be in your face, and your ass would be up in the air, and I'd stand there for a moment just admiring the view."

"But not for too long ...."

"No, I'd want you too much. I'd step up behind you and put one hand on your hip to steady you, and with my other hand I'd rub the head up my cock up and down between your pussy lips."

"Oooooh," I said. "I love that."

"And then I'd slowly ease myself inside, savoring how hot and tight and wet you were."

"I'd rise up on my toes and arch my back, so that you could slide straight in."

"It sounds like you've been fucked that way before," he said. His hand was moving faster in his pocket.

"Yes. But not for a while. And never here in my office."

"I would grab hold of your hips with both hands and I would start thrusting ... long slow strokes at first ... letting you feel the full length of my cock moving in and out of you ...."

"Close the door," I said.

Rick blinked. "What?" 

"I need for you to step all the way into my office and close the door behind you please."

He did what he was asked, clearly intrigued. "Okay," he said. "It's closed. Why...?"

"Because I really, really need to touch myself right now, and I can't do that without pulling down my jeans. And I really don't want anyone to walk past and see me masturbating."

Rick swallowed hard. "Isn't that moving our scenario out of the theoretical and into the practical?"

I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly. "I think we already passed that point a while ago. Or at least you did." My eyes flicked down at his crotch, where his hand was still slowly stroking.

"Fair enough," Rick said.

"Here's the deal," I said, wriggling out of my jeans. "You're going to keep standing over there, and I'm going to keep sitting over here. We're going to continue to explore the hypothetical, but with the understanding that certain allowances have to be made for immediate physical practicalities."

"Like the fact that we're both really close to coming?"

"Exactly. Like the fact that we're both really close to coming. Like the fact that you've gotten me so fucking aroused that if I don't come in the next five minutes I'm going to scream."

I lowered my jeans down around my ankles. That way I could spread my legs without taking my pants all the way off. And I hiked my shirt up under my breasts. My crotch was still covered, but other than that, the entire middle of my body was exposed. Rick started stroking faster. Looking straight at him, I slid my hand down inside my panties. My pussy was sopping wet, the lips so puffy and sensitive that it made me shiver to touch them. My clit was a hard ridge, begging to be teased. I ran my finger along it, moaning with pleasure.

"Okay," I said, regaining my composure "Where were we?"

"I was fucking you from behind."

"You were fucking me from behind with your long beautiful cock."

"And I reach around and cup your breast with my hands. I'm squeezing your breasts and playing with your nipples while I fuck you from behind."

"They're so swollen and tender. You're pinching them and making me moan."

"I'm pinching them and teasing them. I love how your tits swing back and forth as I thrust into you."

"And I reach back, back between my legs, and I cup your balls with my hand."

"Oooooh, that's good."

"Are your balls full for me, baby? Are your balls full of cum for my pussy?"

"Yessssss."

"I'm playing with your balls while you're fucking me. I'm thinking about the big load you're going to shoot inside me."

Rick's eyes fluttered. I could tell he was really close. "Is it okay ...," he said. "Is it okay if I take my cock out so I don't make a mess?"

"Yes, take it out. Show me your hard cock."

He unbuckled his khakis and dropped them around his ankles, followed immediately by his boxer shorts. His cock sprung straight out between his shirttails, purple and throbbing. He was maybe seven inches long, and uncircumcised, although in his present condition his foreskin was fully retracted, exposing the dark, shiny head. Rick wrapped his fist around his exposed sex and started pumping, the silky skin sliding back and forth on the length of his shaft.

"Oh, that's nice," I said, strumming my clit. "Oh, you have such a nice cock."

"I'm fucking you with it. I'm fucking you with my cock."

"I'm face down on my desk. I'm moaning."

"I'm watching my cock slide in and out of your beautiful pussy."

"I'm pushing my hips back against you, pushing you in so deep."

"You're so wet inside, so wet and tight."

"God, you're huge. It's like you're splitting me open."

Rick groaned. "I want to see your pussy," he said. "I want to be looking at your pussy when I come."

"Okay," I panted. "Okay, hang on." I raised my bottom a few inches off the chair and dragged my panties down with my free hand. Once they were past my knees, I spread my legs wide, giving Rick a perfect view of my naked pussy. I had three fingers buried deep inside me, sliding them in and out to match his strokes. I hooked one leg over the arm of my chair, and began furiously rubbing my clit.

"Oh God," he said, "You look incredible like that."

"You too," I said.

"I'm really close," he said.

"Same here."

"I want to come with you."

"On three, okay?" I said. "When I count to three we both come."

"Okay."

"One."

"Oh, baby," he groaned.

"Two."

"Ooooooh."

"Threeeeeeeeee."

The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. My legs started spasming, and I arched my back, thrusting my pelvis up in the air. I was moaning. Rick was moaning too. He was staring straight at me, staring at my throbbing pussy, his hand furiously working his swollen cock. His hips jerked forward abruptly and long, ropy arc of cum shot out from his cum hole. It covered half the distance between us, splattering noisily on the gray linoleum floor. My whole body convulsed, snapping my head forward, my moans degenerating into a series of guttural grunts as the orgasm shuddered through me. 

"UH ... UH ... UH ... UH ... UH ...!"

Rick kept pumping, his cock jerking upwards each time he unloaded another huge spurt of his seed. 

"Ah! Ah ... ah ... ah ... ah ... AHHHHHHHHH!"

I collapsed into my chair and Rick sagged back against the closed door. We were both red-faced and panting. Slightly stunned by what had just happened, I rested my hand on my bare tummy. I was suddenly conscious of how cool the air of my office felt on my exposed, wet girly parts. I had a fleeting thought that I should probably close my legs and pull up my panties, but I was too busy savoring the moment. Rick brushed his hair out of his face and looked at me. His cock was already beginning to soften.

"That was ... amazing," he panted. "You ... were amazing."

"I came so hard," I said.

"I know. I saw you," he said. He bent over and pulled up his pants. He glanced down. "Oh, God ... I made a mess of your floor."

***

Three days went by before I saw Rick again. It was Thursday morning and I was at my desk typing up notes for my lecture on Friday when I heard a light knock on my door. I looked up and he was standing just outside my office, looking sheepish.

"We should probably talk," he said.

"Yeah ...," I said. "We probably should."

"What happened the other day ... I didn't mean for it to go that far."

"Me either."

"The thing is ...."

I could guess where he was going, and I finished his thought.

"The thing is, we still have to work together," I said.

"Yes. And I don't want things to be weird."

"It's okay. It was ... just something that happened."

Rick ran his hand through his hair.

"I love my wife. I don't know what I was thinking."

"It was just ... bodies. A physical thing. It didn't mean anything."

Rick looked relieved. He sighed and smiled at me, and when he smiled, I felt all melty inside. I wasn't lying. My attraction toward him was purely physical. But that didn't make it any less real. Seeing him standing there in the doorway to my office brought all the memories flowing back. I remembered how amazing he'd looked three days ago, when he was standing in that very same spot, half-naked, erect. I'd masturbated to that image at least five times since.


Theory & Practice



"Whew," Rick said. "We're cool then?"

"We're cool. Did you think I was going to go all psycho on you?"

"I ... didn't know. I didn't think you would, but I had to be sure."

"I'm happily married too. I don't want that to change."

"Did you tell your husband about ... what happened?"

I laughed. "No. Did you tell your wife?"

"No."

There was an awkward silence. Finally Rick spoke.

"What happened ... it was pretty amazing."

I nodded. "Yeah."

"You were so sexy. Hearing those words come out of your mouth. Seeing you ...."

"Seeing me touch myself?" I could feel his eyes on me. I knew he was picturing me as I'd been before -- my pants down around my ankles, my legs wide open. I shifted awkwardly in my seat. "Did you like that?"

"Yes. Very much."

"I got carried away."

"It was one of the hottest things I've ever seen. I haven't ... I haven't been able to stop thinking about it."

I swallowed hard.

"I ... me either."

There was another awkward silence. I could tell Rick was working up his courage to say something.

"I want to ask you something," he said finally. "But it's purely hypothetical."

"Okay ...."

"I mean, it's not intended to be a request. It's just a question."

"I understand. Go ahead and ask."

"Considering that we both acknowledge that what happened was purely physical, that we're both happily married and we don't want that to change ...."

I nodded. "Yes."

"Considering all that ... do you think that it's possible that was happened might happen again? Not like right now, or anything. Just at some unspecified point in the future?"

I hesitated before answering. What had happened before had been an accident. A harmless flirtation that had gotten out of hand. But if I let it happen again, it wouldn't be an accident. It would be me making a deliberate choice to cheat on my husband. But, at the same time, there was something so final about saying "no". It was like opening a door just a crack and then instantly slamming it shut again. I didn't want to throw the door open, but I didn't want to close it forever either.

"It ... yes ... it might happen again."

Rick nodded. "Okay."

"But not here," I added. "It's too dangerous. We got lucky last time."

"Understood."

***

Five days later, I arrived at school to discover that an envelope had been slipped under the door to my office. Inside was a card key to a nearby hotel. I closed the door, locked it, and went back down to my car.

The hotel had underground parking. I didn't even need to walk through the lobby. I took the elevator straight up to the right floor. My stomach was filled with butterflies. I knew what I was doing was crazy. But at the same time, the audacity of it was thrilling. I was meeting a man who wasn't my husband in a hotel in the middle of the day.

When I opened the door, Rick wasn't there. But there was a note: "Back in a few minutes." I put my purse down on the desk and explored a bit while I waited. It was a nice room with a hip vibe. The furniture was dark and angular, and the pictures on the walls were abstract splatters. The bathroom was huge, with granite countertops and a large stall shower. I studied my reflection in the mirror -- conservative gray suit, glasses, hair pulled demurely back -- and I briefly contemplated stripping off all my clothes, and waiting for him naked. Rick would open the door and I would already be lying on the bed with my legs wide open, already touching myself. I toyed with the top button of my blouse, both shocked at myself and aroused by the raunchiness of the impulse.

There was the click of another key in the lock. I quickly slipped out of the bathroom, so that I was standing casually by the desk when the door opened. Rick stepped inside, carrying a paper grocery bag. As soon as he saw me, he smiled.

"I was worried you might not come," he said.

"You're lucky that I don't have anything planned for today. Renting a room without asking me was a bold move."

"It seemed like maybe a bold move was appropriate."

He took a step toward me, held up my hand to stop him.

"Before anything happens we need to discuss a few things."

Rick nodded. "Okay."

"First," I said. "We both have to agree that this is purely physical. It's not romance. It's just sex."

"Agreed."

"Second, that means no kissing. On the mouth, I mean. There's something too intimate about that."

"Does that mean I can kiss you elsewhere?"

"Maybe ... depending on how things unfold."

"Agreed."

"And third, no traces."

"No traces?"

"No traces of you on me, and no traces of me on you. It means leaving time for us both to shower afterwards. And not doing anything that leaves a mark."

"You've thought this through."

"I've imagined certain scenarios, yes. Are we agreed? No traces?"

"No traces. How long can you stay?"

"Safely? Until three."

Rick glanced at his watch. "Five hours then."

"What's in the grocery bag?" I asked.

He set it down on the table next to him and began taking things out.

"Champagne," he said. "Some cheese and bread. A little jar of caviar ...."

"Oooo."

"And, uh, these ...."

It was a box of condoms. He set them down on the table next to the groceries.

"I can see you've thought this through too," I said, laughing.

Rick looked sheepish. "Erin and I haven't been using anything, of course. Not since we started trying to conceive. I wasn't sure if you ...."

"It's okay," I said. "I'm on the pill."

"I don't want you to think I was assuming that things would necessarily go that far. I mean, last time all we did was ... well, you know. But I wanted to be prepared, just in case."

"That's very considerate."

Rick put the champagne and the food in the little refrigerator. He left the condoms out on the table. I stood across the room from him, trying to act nonchalant, even though my heart was pounding in my chest.

"Okay," he said. "Now what?"

"Now you stand over there and take off your clothes, and I stand over here and take off mine."

He looked at me quizzically. "I'm not complaining ... but why?"

"No traces, remember? Clothes carry evidence. If we're both completely naked right from the start, there no chance of me leaving lipstick on your collar."

"Clever," Rick said.

We watched each other undress. First, I kicked off my shoes. Then I slipped out of my jacket, and hung it neatly over a chair. With nervous fingers, I started unbuttoning my blouse. Rick's shirt was open already. His torso was tan and fit and his chest was covered with curly reddish hair. He took his shirt off and tossed it on the table next to the condoms.

"Whoa, nice biceps," I said.

"Thanks," he said.

My blouse was open now too, but instead of taking it off right away, I unzipped my skirt instead. I was glad I hadn't worn pantyhose -- there's absolutely no way to look sexy while squirming out of a pair of those. When I dropped my skirt, my legs were bare. I saw Rick's eyes widen slightly as my low-rise bikini briefs came into view.

He was barefoot now. He fumbled awkwardly with his belt, and then with the fly to his pants. As he pulled them down, I could see that he was already half-hard, his rising cock tenting out the front of his boxer shorts. There was a small wet spot on the cotton fabric where pre-cum was leaking from the tip. I suspected there was a similar wet spot in the crotch of my panties.

Rick waited in his boxers while I caught up with him. I draped my blouse over my jacket, and then, taking a deep breath, I reached around behind my back and unhooked my bra. Leaning forward slightly, I let my breasts spill out and swing free.

"Oh," Rick said, "Beautiful."

I threw my shoulders back and turned slightly, showing off for him.

"You like my tits?"

"They're ... amazing."

I ran my hands over my bare breasts, enjoying the thrill of being topless in front of a man who wasn't my husband. My nipples were very hard, and it made me shiver to touch them.

"Okay," Rick said, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers. "Moment of truth."

"Moment of truth," I said. "Let's do it together."

We pulled down our underwear. Rick's cock sprung out, almost fully erect now. His foreskin was half retracted, showing the shiny pink tip of the head. His balls swung back and forth in his hairy sack as he kicked his boxers off to one side. I could feel cool air on my female parts -- I knew I must be juicing like crazy. I absent-mindedly ran my fingers through my bush, fluffing it where it had been compressed by my panties.

"Wow," Rick said.

"Yeah," I agreed.

I took off my jewelry and placed it on the desk behind me -- watch, earrings, wedding ring, glasses. Somehow, it seemed important not to be wearing anything at all right now. I undid my hair and let it fall loose around my shoulders, and then, naked as Eve, I slowly walked over to stand in front of him. Without my shoes on, I was suddenly very conscious of just how much smaller than him I was. The top of my head barely came up to Rick's chin, and he probably outweighed me by 60 pounds at least, most of it muscle. Looking up at him, I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his cock. It was smooth and warm and throbbed slightly with each beat of his heart, getting harder in my hand.

"You don't know how many times I've imagined doing this," I said.

"A lot?"

"At least once a day for the last two months."

"Does it live up to your expectations?"

"It exceeds them."

I pulled the skin back so that the swollen head emerged fully from its sheath. It was shiny and pink, with a milky bead of pre-cum just beginning to collect at the tip. I brushed my thumb across his sensitive slit, and Rick drew his breath in sharply, his cock jerking in my grip.

"Did you like that?"

"Yes."

"This is the first time I've touched a guy who's uncut."

"Does it bother you?"

"No. It's kind of hot, actually. I like how the skin moves."

I started slowly jerking him. Mesmerized, Rick reached out and touched his fingers to my chest, trailing them over my breasts. He rolled one stiff nipple between his thumb and forefinger, making me shiver. I stepped closer, rubbing his thick cock back and forth across my bare stomach. It left a shiny streak on my skin just north of my belly button. With my other hand, I cupped his balls, fondling them in their loose sack.

Rick's hand descended. He touched my dark wedge of hair, teasing the dense, crinkly curls with his fingers.

"'A neatly-trimmed triangle ...,'" he said, smiling.

"What?"

"That's how you described your pubic hair when we were in your office. 'Not a jungle ... not a strip. A neatly-trimmed triangle.'"

I felt my cheeks reddening. "I still can't believe I told you that."

"It was a very vivid image."

His hand dipped lower, and his fingers found my cleft. I slid my feet farther apart and bent my knees slightly, widening my stance, making it easier to him to touch me. My pussy lips were swollen and puffy, already half-open, exposing the tender moistness beyond. Rick eased two fingers inside me, deep, so deep. I gasped and clutched his cock tighter to steady myself. Curling his fingers, he lifted, bringing me up on my toes, caught and wriggling like a fish on a hook.

"Shit," I said. "Oh, shit, that's good."

I leaned into him so I wouldn't lose my balance, resting my forehead against his chest. I was stroking him and he was stroking me and for a while, we just stood there like that, swaying slightly as we masturbated each other. I could tell he was getting really turned on because sometimes his hips would jerk involuntarily, a little reflexive thrust, as if he was trying to penetrate me. The whole head of his cock was shiny with pre-cum. From the squishy noises his fingers were making, I was just as wet as he was.

"God, I really want to fuck you," Rick said finally.

"Oh yeah?" I said breathlessly. "Tell me more. Tell exactly what you want."

"I want to put my hard cock inside your hot, wet pussy."

I gave his balls a squeeze. "Do you want to shoot inside me? Do you want to fill me up with your hot load?"

"I've got so much cum for you. I want to fuck you until its dripping out of you."

"Ohhh ... that's so hot. How do you want me? Standing up? On the bed?"

"I want to do you like we talked about in your office. I want to fuck you bent over the desk."

"You liked that image, huh?"

"I've been jerking off to it all week."

I backed across the room, leading Rick by his cock. When we got to the desk, he spun me around, put his hand between my shoulder blades, and pushed me face down on the smooth wooden surface. My hair was in my eyes and my tits were hanging down, but right then I didn't care about how I looked. All I could think about was having his cock inside me. I arched my back and lifted my hips, offering myself to him. Rick's cock was in his hand. He rubbed the head up and down against my swollen lips, splitting me open, but holding back from full penetration. I groaned with frustration.

"Don't tease me like that. Put it in."

"Now it's your turn. Tell ME exactly what YOU want."

"I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me with that magnificent cock."

"Do you want it gentle or do you want it hard?"

"I want it so hard. I want you to mount me like an animal. I want you to fuck me until I scream."

"Are you going to cum for me?"

"I'm gonna cum so hard. I'm gonna juice all over your big sexy cock. Now please ... put it inside me. I can't wait any more. Please ... ahhhhhhhhh!"

With a single sudden stroke, he thrust inside me, burying himself all the way to the root. My knees buckled and I almost fell over, but his hands on my hips steadied me. He was long and thick, filling me all the way up, filling the aching hole that had been inside me. He held still for a few seconds, letting us both get used to this new state of affairs, letting us both adjust to the tight, slippery immediacy of his prick inside my cunt. We were actually fucking. We weren't talking about fucking or fantasizing about fucking, but really and truly fucking. This intersection of hardness and wetness ... this is what it feels like when Jill and Rick are fucking. And then he started to move.

I gripped the edge of the desk and pressed my cheek against the cool surface while he plowed me. He was using long, deep strokes -- no finesse, just instinct, just his long rail riding in and out of my lubricated slot. His balls were swinging back and forth and I was making little grunting noises every time he bottomed out in my hole: "Uh ... uh ... uh ... uh ... uh ... uh ...."

"Oh God," he said. "Oh God ... you're so wet and so tight and so ... oh God."

"Yeah," I said. "Yeah ... give it ... ah ... give it to me ... just like that ... ah ... ah ... ."

"I'm giving it to you. I'm giving it all to you. I'm fucking you so hard."

"It's so ... it's big ... so big ... big and deep ... ah ... ah ... I'm gonna ... I'm gonna ...."

Rick grabbed my hair in his fist, jerking my head sharply back. My torso was a quivering arc -- tits jutting forward, neck stretched, tendons taut. The muscles in my legs started to spasm and then the orgasm hit me, a deep screaming convulsion, rippling out in waves from the gooey liquid center of my throbbing pussy. I was cumming, and suddenly Rick was cumming too, his fat uncut cock unloading deep inside me. I felt him spasm, felt him spurt, felt him pump his sticky seed into my womb, both of us screaming together.

And then he was sliding out of me. His cock slid out, leaving me gaping and empty, threads of cum dripping from my throbbing, worked hole. Rick stumbled backward and sat down on the bed and I crumpled onto the floor. I was slick with sweat, my breathing ragged, my disheveled hair sticking to my sweaty forehead. My tongue felt thick in my mouth. I couldn't speak. The orgasm had blasted the language right out of me.

Instead, I crawled. I crawled over the bed on my hands and knees, head down, tits swinging, cum dribbling out of me. I pulled myself up onto the mattress and flopped down next to Rick, and he flopped back, and for a long time, the two of us just lay there, side by side, staring at the ceiling, catching our breath, naked and sticky and spent.

"Wow," I said finally. "That was ... intense."

"Yeah," he said. "I'm ... I'm still kind of stunned."

"It was like ... it was like I went OUT of myself for a while ... it was a transcendental orgasm."

"You felt so good ... the way you were moving ...."

"Did I actually say 'I want you to mount me like an animal' at one point?"

"You did."

I laughed. "God, sorry ... I can't believe I said that."

"It was ... totally appropriate for the moment."

I turned on my side to look at him. His arms were folded behind his head. His cock was flopped over to the side, half-hard, the head hidden again. It was still shiny with his juices and mine.

"We're still cool, right?"

"Hm?"

"Now that you've fucked me, this isn't going to get weird, is it?"

Rick shook his head.

"Like you said, this is just a physical thing. It's just bodies."

"Okay."

"Do you feel any differently about your husband?"

"No ... do you feel any differently about your wife?"

"No. This was just ... this was just a thing that had to happen with us. It doesn't change anything."

I moved next to him and lay my head on his chest, and he put his arm around me and for a long time neither one of us said anything.

"What time is it?" I said finally.

Rick was still wearing his watch. He showed me. "A little after eleven."

"Plenty of time."

"Plenty of time for what?"

I smiled and rested my hand on his cock.

"You horny little thing!" he said.

"You have no idea," I said.

"I'm not ... uh ... I'm not quite ready to go again."

"Then talk to me for while," I said. "Tell me a story."

"What sort of story?"

I looked up at him. "Tell me about the hottest thing you and Erin ever did."

"Seriously? You want me to tell you a story about fucking my wife?"

"Yeah," I said.

Rick took a deep breath. "Woo ... okay ... wow. The hottest thing we ever did...."

"It doesn't have to be fucking," I said. "It could be you eating her out ... or Erin sucking you off ...."

Rick laughed. "No ... the hottest thing we ever did definitely involved fucking ... a lot of fucking. It was back when she was trying to get pregnant. I had only stopped wearing a condom about a week before and the thrill of doing her bareback was still fresh. We were doing it twice a day -- once in the morning right after we woke up and again at night right before we went to sleep -- so there was this constant sexual buzz going on between us.

"We took a day off to go hiking in the state park. It was the middle of the week so there was hardly anyone there. We hiked about four miles in, and had lunch by the lake. There's a little island in the middle of the lake and Erin mentioned she'd always wondered what was on it and somehow we decided that we should swim out and explore it.

"So, we strip down and hide our clothes in the bushes. It isn't a very long swim, maybe a fifty yards, but the water is really cold. We're both shivering when we make it to shore. The bank is boggy and overgrown and it's a bit of scramble getting out. By the time we make it onto dry land we're both pretty muddy and a little scratched up, and I'm starting to wonder if this little adventure is worth it."

I nuzzled his chest. "Skinny dipping? That's the hottest thing you two ever did?"

"Just wait, okay?" Rick said. "It gets better. So we start exploring the island. It's not very big. There's a little stand of trees, and a patch of wild blackberry bushes, and beyond that there's a rocky outcropping. We climb up on top of the rocks and discover that there's a flat bit with this amazing 360 view of the entire lake. We're both like 'Whoa, this is kind of cool!' so we lay down on top of the outcropping to enjoy the sun and the breeze.




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"Only pretty soon I start to notice that Erin looks really good. I mean, you've met my wife, right? Normally, she's very ... uh ... put together. Nice clothes. Perfect make-up. No hair out of place. But now, she looks like some sort of wild animal. Her hair's all wet and tangled and there are little bits of foliage caught in it. Her legs and feet are caked with dried mud, and there even some splatters of mud on her breasts and belly. There are fresh scratches on her bare arms, and a few smears of blackberry juice from pushing through the bushes. She looks ... feral. And all of a sudden, I want to fuck her really, really badly."

I could feel Rick's cock starting to get hard again.

"She's lying on her back," he said. "Her eyes are closed, and her legs are sort of half open, like she wants me to notice her ... down there. To notice how aroused she is. So I reach over and touch her with my fingers and she spreads her legs the rest of the way and her pussy just opens up like a flower, and she turns her head and gives me this really wicked smile. So the next thing I know, I'm on top of her, and she's putting me inside her, no preliminaries or anything. She's so wet I just slide straight in, right to the base, and she wraps her muddy legs around me and we start fucking. And I'm thinking this is totally crazy. I mean, it's broad daylight and we're right out in the open, and we're just going at it like two animals in heat.

"We're both so turned on I know that neither one of us is going to last very long. Erin is moaning and telling me to fuck her harder. And I take her arms and stretch them out over her head and pin her down on the rock. She's dirty and sweaty and the smell of her ripe body underneath me is amazing. I know she's probably ovulating and the idea that I might impregnate her when I cum inside her makes the whole thing even more raw and primal.

"And that's when I hear voices."

"And you're like, 'Oh shit!'" I said, laughing.

"And I'm like 'Oh shit!' I look up from nailing my wife and there's this couple coming toward us along the shore of the lake. They're young, maybe high school age, maybe college. They're both wearing hiking boots and he's carrying a daypack. They haven't seen us yet, but we're really exposed up on the rock -- there's no way they're not going to notice us when they get closer.

"I pull out quick, and Erin is like 'What the fuck!?' But I point and she sees what the danger is. Staying as low as we can, we scramble down off the rock, and crawl on our hands and knees over to the blackberry bushes. We can't really hide inside the bushes because of the prickles, but we're half in them and half out, squatting naked on the muddy ground. The couple can't see us now, but we're pretty much trapped on the island until they leave. There's no way for us to get back to our clothes without them spotting us."

Rick was totally hard. I started slowly stroking him while he talked.

"But they don't leave. Instead, the guy takes off his pack and they sit down on a log opposite us and start having a snack. They're a cute couple. She's blonde and sporty and has her long hair pulled back in a ponytail, and he looks very clean-cut and earnest. They don't have any idea that we're hiding just a few yards away -- naked and filthy and still really, really horny.

"The way we're crouched, Erin and I are pressed right up against each other. I'm still hard and all I can think about is finishing what we started up on the rocks. She's squatting flat-footed on the ground so her pussy is totally exposed. I slide my hand down her ass and between her legs and start touching her, and Erin whispers 'What the fuck! They're right over there!', but she doesn't tell me to stop."

Without saying anything, I rolled on top of Rick so that I was straddling his thighs. His eyes widened a bit. "It's okay. Just keep talking," I said. I took his cock and rubbed it against my mound.

"Do you want to ... you know ... go again?"

"Yeah ... but I want to hear the rest of the story."

"What you're doing ... that feels really ... uh ... where was I?"

"You were fingering your wife in front of two teenage hikers."

"Right. Erin's pussy ... she's sopping wet. I mean, we were just fucking, so she's all loose and open, and her hair down there is matted and smeary. She puts the palms of her hands flat down on the dirty ground and leans forward a bit, giving me ... uh ... unrestricted access, and I take that as an invitation to a slide three fingers straight up inside her and start working them in and out. Erin is like 'Oh shit that's good', and she closes her eyes and rides my hand for a bit, making these soft little whimpering noises.

"Of course, the couple on the shore, they're completely oblivious to this. They're sitting there holding hands and enjoying the view, completely unaware of what Erin and I are doing in the bushes right in front of them. How sweet and romantic they look makes our naked, sweaty rutting seem even more primal and raunchy. Without taking my fingers out of her, I push Erin forward onto her hands and knees, and she's like 'What are you doing? What are you doing? They're going to see us!' but at that point I kind of hope that they do. Kneeling in the mud behind her, I mount her again, giving her my whole cock in one straight shot."

"You said 'mount'," I said, laughing.

"I did," he said. "It's a theme, apparently."

I was grinding my open pussy against the underside of Rick's erection. Rick reached up and cupped my breasts with his hands, and I sighed softly. We weren't actually fucking yet, but we were really close.

"Please continue," I said.

"So Erin is down on her hands and knees in the mud, and her wet tangled hair is hanging down in her face and sticking to the back of her sweaty neck. I run my hands over her tight, sweaty body, smearing the mud where it's stuck to her. She arches her spine, lifting her hips, letting me pound her really deep. And she says 'I think I'm ovulating right now, baby. I think I'm fertile.' ... which is a huge turn-on. And I'm like 'Do you want it? Do you want me to make you a mommy?' And she lets out this long desperate groan, and she's like 'I want it sooo bad. Knock me up, baby. Make me pregnant. Put a baby in my belly.'

"I flip her over so she's on her back in the mud, and pin her hands over her head so she's totally open, totally vulnerable. I'm thrusting into her and she's writhing underneath me ... slippery, filthy, desperate. There's this loud smacking noise as my cock works in and out of her dripping hole. Our faces are inches apart and we're staring straight into each other's eyes. And Erin is murmuring 'cum for me, baby ... I'm soooo fertile ... Cum for me ....'"

Rick was casually playing with my nipples as he talked, teasing them harder and harder. I flexed my thighs and rose up, positioning the head of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. Then, slowly, I eased myself down, savoring the feeling of him sliding into me.

"Oh," he said, "Oh ... wow."

"Mmmmm ... yeah."

"Your pussy is ... sublime."

"Would it be okay if I moved a little bit? Would you still be able to finish your story?"

His hands dropped down so they were resting on my hips. "I think so ... yeah."

"Good," I said. I started bobbing up and down -- very slow and relaxed, not taking all of him inside me yet. "Tell me how it ends."

"So," Rick said. "So, we're fucking in the blackberry bushes, and I glance up to check if the hikers have noticed anything, and son of a bitch they're actually looking in our direction! They can't see everything, but they probably can see enough to know something fishy is going on, even if they just think it's an animal in the underbrush. I whisper to Erin 'I think they can see us' and she's like 'I don't care. Don't stop.'

"Erin is like 'I'm so close ... I'm so close ... I want you to cum.' And I can feel her pussy starting to tighten around me. I kiss her hard on the mouth, and she's moaning and her hips are thrusting up against me. And I thrust really deep, the tip of my cock going right up against her unprotected cervix ... and I unload inside her. She's moaning and I'm moaning and I'm filling her pussy up with my cum. I'm impregnating her, I know I am. I'm plowing her fertile field. I'm seeding her.

"When the orgasms finally stopped, we were both sort of stunned. For a long time we just lay there with me still inside her, both us trying to catch our breath."

"What about the hikers?" I asked.

"The next time I checked, they were gone. I guess they decided that Erin and I were just wildlife after all."

"Did you swim back to the mainland?"

"Eventually, yeah. We spent some time washing off in the lake. We were both filthy. There was mud everywhere ... on our faces, in our hair ...."

I was still on top of Rick, slowly riding him. I raised my hips a little higher, then eased down, taking him all the way inside me.

"Oh ... that's good," he said.

"Yeah," I said, starting to move a little faster. "Was that how Erin got pregnant?"

Rick laughed. "Actually, no," he said. "That happened two months later. Just normal sex at home."

"Not muddy exhibitionist sex in the middle of a lake?"

"Not muddy exhibitionist sex ... oh ... oh, wow."

"What?"

"The way you moved you hips just now. It was particularly ... intense."

"You mean like this?" I did it again.

Rick sucked his breath in sharply. "Jesus ... yeah ... just like that."

I took his hand and pressed it to my belly, just above my public hair. "Here, feel," I said. "You can feel the head of your cock."

His eyes widened slightly. "Whoa ... I can."

"You're really hard," I said.

His hand drifted downward, down through my bush, down to where our bodies were joined together. His fingertips brushed against my clitoris, and I shivered with delight.

"You're really hard too," he said smiling.

"Mmmmmm," I said. "Be careful, it's really sensitive."

"It's like a little cock, isn't it? It's got a shaft and a head." Rick teased his finger back and forth across the ridge at the top of my split. "When I do this it's kind of like I'm jerking you off."

"Holy shit," I said.

"Does that feel good? Do you like me stroking your little cock?"

"I wish I could fuck you with it. I wish I could fuck you with it the way you're fucking me."

"Do you want to fuck me with your big hard clit?"

"I want to fuck you with my clit so BAD. I want to ram it inside you and make you scream."

"Jesus," he said. "I wish you could see it. It's totally sticking out from under its hood."

"I can feel it. I can feel you touching it."

What he was doing with his finger was making it hard for me to keep talking. I arched my back and really started riding him then -- long strokes, the swollen lips of my pussy gliding up and down along his long, sweet shaft. He was frigging my stiff clit with one hand and with the other he pulled me down closer to him. I wasn't laying on him; my weight was still on my knees. But I was far enough forward that my tits were hanging down over his face, and he lifted his head off the bed and started kissing them.

"Ooooh, suck them," I moaned. "Suck my titties."

He took my right nipple into his mouth and started sucking. His tongue was teasing the thick blunt tip, his teeth nipping lightly at the base. It was like there was an electrical circuit between my nipple and my clit. There was a live wire running right through the core of me, making me jerk and shudder as I rode his cock. I was slack-jawed with pleasure, my head hanging down, my hair in my face. Abruptly Rick switched from my right breast to my left and I let out a long, desperate groan.

I could feel his hips starting to move. He was rising up off the bed, matching my rhythm. His cock was heavy steel, a rigid bar pistoning in and out of my well-greased tunnel. The taut muscles in my thighs were singing. I could feel my orgasm building in my flexing legs, in the hollow of my pelvis, all up the delicious curve of my spine. My mind had fled, routed by the rush of pleasure flooding into my skull. I was an automatic fuck machine, running entirely on lust and instinct.

"Uh ... uh ... uh ... uh ... uh ... uh ...," I grunted.

Rick was sucking my tits hard while I frantically humped him. And then suddenly I felt him cumming. I hadn't realized how close he was, but all of sudden he was moaning and his cock was pumping as he shot off. For the second time in an hour, he was unloading inside me, slathering my twitchy pussy with his milky seed.

"Oh!" I moaned, "Oh, you just came! I felt you cum! Ohhhhhh!"

And I was cumming too. It was a long shuddering, ragged orgasm, my rhythmic thrusts dissolving into spasmodic thrashing. I buried my screaming face in the pillow. My hands were clutching clawlike at the sheets. My toes were curling, the soles of my bare feet pressed against Rick's twitching thighs as my body tried to take him deeper, and deeper, and deeper inside.

It was a while before I could talk again.

"Oh," I said finally. I was lying on top of him, panting. "Oh God, that was ... that was ... oh God."

Rick ran his hands over my bare back, making me tremble. I was slick with sweat. Both of us were, our naked bodies sliding tight and slippery against each other, the mingled musky scent of sex oozing from our pores. I reared up to look him in the eye, and a single drip of perspiration fell from the tip of my nose and splashed on his right collarbone. He reached up and brushed my sticky hair out of my eyes. Inside me, I could feel his pulse slowing as his rigid member gradually began to soften.

"Are you okay?" Rick said. "You were kind of ... out of control, for a minute there."

"That was ... that was ... wow."

"You screamed when you came."

"I didn't mean to ... I used the pillow ... so no one would hear."

I rose up on my knees and Rick slithered out of me. Curious, I reached down between my legs. My pussy was a swampy, steamy mess. My bush was all sticky and tangled, plastered with his fluids and mine. More was oozing out of me. I scooped two fingers of semen out of my dripping snatch, and smeared it on Rick's sweaty chest.

"Hey!" he said, laughing.

"Look at what a mess you've made of me," I said. "It's only fair that I share."

"I like you like this," Rick said. "'Well-fucked' is a good look for you."

I got up and went into the bathroom to pee. When I turned on the light, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. "Well-fucked" was an apt description. My hair was a shaggy tangle, with bits sticking out in different odd directions. My skin was all shiny and flushed, and my eyes had a bright, manic glow. I looked like I'd just walked off the set of a porn shoot. I lifted my arm, took a whiff, and wrinkled my nose. Apparently, my deodorant hadn't been up to the challenge of a two-hour marathon sex session. I wet a washcloth in the sink and used it to wash my armpits and crotch before sitting down on the toilet to do my business. My piss echoed loudly off the white porcelain.

"Pretend you can't hear that!" I shouted to Rick.

"Isn't it a little late to be acting modest?" He called back.

"I want to retain at least a little of my lady-like dignity!"

I finished, wiped myself off, and walked back to the bedroom. Rick was sprawled on the bed, his thick cock lying across his thigh. It was still shiny from being inside me.

"If it helps," he said, smiling. "That sounded like a very lady-like piss."

Laughing, I grabbed a pillow and hit him with it and he grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me down onto the bed. We wrestled for a minute with me trying to smack him and him trying to stop me, but he was bigger and stronger than I was so I didn't really stand a chance. Eventually I wound up underneath him, with my arms pinned over my head, both of us out of breath and giddy. For a second it looked like he was going to kiss me, even though I'd told him that was off limits -- and for a second I wanted him to. But then he hopped up and walked over to the refrigerator.

"I'm hungry," he said. "Do you want some lunch?"

We sat on the bed and had champagne and caviar on toast. I wasn't used to drinking during the day, and the alcohol made me a little lightheaded. We talked about work for a bit -- how our classes were going, departmental politics, that sort of thing. It was similar to the conversations we had all the time on campus, only this was our first time having it naked.

"So," Rick said, taking a sip of champagne, "I told you about me and Erin. What's the hottest thing you and Greg ever did?"

"Oh God," I said. "I was afraid you might ask that."

"What's wrong?" he said.

"It's ... kinky."

"Ha! Okay, now you have to tell me."

I sighed and took a nibble of toast. "So, we have this thing we do sometimes where we watch porn together on the internet. There's this website where people can post videos of themselves, and we'll lay in bed with the laptop and watch videos of other couples doing it. It's hot in a voyeuristic kind of way."

"Are you dressed or naked when you do this?"

"Naked. One of the things that I really like about this game is watching Greg get aroused when he sees something in particular that turns him on. We'll be watching the screen and all of a sudden something hot will happen, like a girl will start soaping her hairy pussy in the shower, or a girl will be down on all fours getting pounded hard from behind, and he'll start to get hard. His cock will start to fill with blood and it'll get all dark and thick, and I'll take him in my hand so I can feel his pulse throbbing as he stiffens.

"And I'll say something like 'Look at how wet her pussy is.' And he'll say something like 'You can tell she really wants a cock inside her." And we'll talk about what we're watching while I slowly jerk him off, commenting on what the other couple is doing and what it must feel like. Eventually he'll start touching me too, and we'll lay there on the bed masturbating each other while we watch strangers fucking."

"Does he fuck you eventually?"

"Yeah, he fucks me eventually. When we both get really turned on, we'll set the video to loop and put the laptop off to one side so we both can see it. I'll spread my legs for him and he'll get on top of me ... he'll mount me ... and then he'll fuck me really hard. We don't look at each other. We're both watching the screen."

"That's a ... really hot image."

"Do you like thinking about me fucking my husband?"

"Yeah ... I'd love to watch you fuck him."

His eyes flicked down to my pussy. I was sitting cross-legged on the bed, not being modest at all. I knew he was thinking about what I'd look like with a cock inside me.

"However," Rick said. "That not's particularly kinky. Watching porn, I mean. Lots of people watch porn."

"I know," I said. "That's just context. Watching porn together was what initiated the kinky thing."

I took another sip of champagne. I was getting a little tipsy and I could feel a flush rising in my cheeks and spreading across the tops of my breasts.

"So, we're watching this video with this young couple. They're in their early to mid 20's and have this hipster thing going on. The girl has got short dark hair and an eyebrow piercing. She's wearing jeans that ride low on her hips and a tank top and she's got tattoos running down both her arms. The guy is skinny with shaggy blond hair and tattoos of his own. When the video starts, he's already got his shirt off and they're sitting on a battered old couch making out. You can tell its daytime but all the curtains are drawn. There's techno music playing in the background, but not too loud. You can still hear their voices."

"Is someone else filming them?"

"No. It looks like the video camera is on a table or something. It's just pointed at them and it never moves."




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"That's better."

"I know what you mean. If the camera moves it feels like it's a porno movie. You know someone's staged the whole thing and paid the actors. But as far as I could tell this was just a guy and a girl who decided to make a video of themselves having sex. Which is way, way hotter.

"So, anyway, they're making out and the girl is rubbing his dick through his jeans and you can tell by the bulge that he's pretty well equipped, that he's packing something dramatic down there. And after a bit she unbuckles his belt and slips her hand down inside and you can tell that she's jerking him. He's sprawled on the couch half-naked and her hand is down inside his pants making little bobbing motions and you can tell that she's loving it. She got complete control over the situation. She's the one calling the shots.

"After a little bit she takes her hand out of his jeans and reaches up to pull them off. The boy lifts his hips up to help her. He's looking up at her with these gorgeous doe eyes, sort of soft and pleading, with his shaggy hair falling down across his face. She pulls off his jeans and his underwear too, and his cock springs out, and yes it's pretty damn impressive. It's this thick meaty arc, bobbing up and down over his flat belly as the girl wriggles him out of his tight jeans. She strips him naked, and he spreads his legs for the camera so you can see his hairy sack hanging down, so vulnerable. And she smiles this wicked little smile and starts jerking him again.

"And that's when I notice that Greg is starting to get aroused. It's a little odd because usually he's relentlessly hetero in his tastes. He likes looking at naked girls and watching things being done to naked girls and the girl in this video is still fully dressed and not on the receiving end at all. But there's something about the scenario that we're watching that's getting to him. There's something about seeing that naked boy with his fat swollen cock on display that's making his cock swell in response. I reach over and take him in my hand like the girl on the screen and he glances at me quick and then glances back at the action. He doesn't want to miss even a second.

"And then the girl does something surprising. She twists and reaches out of frame, and when she twists back, she's holding a tube of lube and a huge dildo. It's flesh colored and sculpted to look like a real cock with balls attached. The boy takes over jerking himself off for a bit while the girl squeezes lube onto the rubber cock, making sure it's good and slippery. And then she put a little more lube on her fingers and reaches down between the boy's legs and smears it on the pink pucker of his asshole.

"Greg is really hard now, and I'm getting really wet. This is weirder shit than what we usually watch but the boy is so pretty and the girl is taking such good care of him, it's doesn't seem perverted or creepy at all. The girl positions the dildo at the entrance to the boy's ass, and Greg mutters 'Yeah, fuck him.' And I'm like 'Do you want to see him get fucked in the ass?' And he's like 'Shit, yes.' And I'm like "Me too." And the girl pushes, and the boy opens up. His tight knot comes loose and the big shaft starts to slide up inside his bottom, and as it does his pretty mouth forms this perfect 'o' of mingled pleasure and pain.

"Inch by inch she pushes the cock deeper. It's so huge I can't believe he's going to take it all, but he does. He takes it all the way up his ass until all you can see are the base and the balls. He's moaning and jerking his cock and the shaft is all shiny and slick from the pre-cum that's dripping from the tip. The girl starts working the dildo in and out, little strokes at first, then longer and deeper. She has this air of intense detachment about her. It's hard to tell if she's turned on or not, and she doesn't make a move to get naked herself. She seems totally focused on when she's doing to the boy. She coos at him and tell him what a slutty little bitch he is. You can tell she knows she owns him. She's getting off on power, not sex. She's getting off on the knowledge that she's making him completely lose it, that she's turning him a helpless fuck toy while she remains fully clothed and in control."

I could feel myself starting to juice. Telling the story was getting me worked up all over again and it could tell that it was having the same effect on Rick. He was already at half-mast and rising. Suddenly he reached out and took the champagne glass from my hand.

"Lay back," he said.

I looked at him quizzically. "Why?"

"Lay back and you'll see," he said.

I lay back on the bed and Rick pushed my knees apart. Then he lay down between my open legs. His face was a few inches away from my pussy and I could feel his warm breath on my wetness. He turned his head and kissed the tender inside of my left thigh, and I shivered.

"Oh," I said softly. "Oh, okay."

"Keep talking," he said between kisses. "Pretend I'm not here."

I swallowed hard and resumed my story.

"So the girl in the video is fucking the boy in the video up the ass. She's fucking him the ass with her big dildo and Greg is so turned on. I'm stroking his cock just like the boy is stroking his cock on the screen. They're both so big and so hard and I'm like 'Do you want me, baby?' and he's like 'I want you so bad.' And I climb on top of him, which is something we don't usually do. Usually he likes for me to be on the bottom when we fuck. He likes to pin my hands over my head so that I'm helpless when he takes me. But this time he's helpless and I'm the one in charge.

"I take him straight into me, no preliminaries, just the whole length of his cock right down of the root. He's moaning, and I make him put his arms over his head and I put my weight on his wrists where they cross. My tits are hanging down in his face and I tell him to suck them. I tell him to suck them while I ride him. I call him my bitch and my slut and I tell him I'm going to ride his thick hard cock until he unloads in my pussy.

"The boy in the video is close I can tell. His eyes are closed and his hips are making little jerking thrusts. The girl is using the full length of the rubber cock on him now, her tattooed bicep flexing as she reams his hungry hole. The fake cock is shiny with lube and the boy's real cock is shiny with the juice oozing from its tip and I know that Greg's cock must be shiny from me, from the other hungry hole between my legs. I'm dizzy with cocks, with looking at them, with the feel of them in my hand and in my pussy.

"And then the boy on the video lets out a desperate shuddering moan and shoots. His first spew is a long ropy arc, a curling loop that spatters across his sweaty face, followed by a dozen less forceful spurts painting his throat, his chest, his abdomen. The final ragged dregs pool milky in the declivity of his belly button. And when the spasms have finally run their course, when his naked body stops bucking, the boy's hands fall away from his fading erection. And the girl smiles down at him, so cool and superior, almost amused at how wrecked his orgasm has left him. She tells him he's a good boy and kisses on the forehead and draws the cock out his ass, so many inches of rubber to pull out. She leaves him open and gaping for the camera, his violation on display for us to see.

"It's so sexy Greg and I can't tear our eyes away. And when Greg glimpses the boy's well-fucked hole right after the dildo is pulled free, he loses it. He starts moaning and bucking underneath me and I feel his cock spasm inside me, pumping his seed into my sopping pussy. I ride him hard, using the muscles in my thighs, not letting up. I'm milking him with my pussy, taking spurt after spurt of his thick fluid, letting the rawness of his orgasm tip me over the edge into my own desperate shuddering ... mmmmmm."

I broke off describing the scene when Rick reached my pussy. I was open down there, my petals swollen and spread. He brushed his lips against them, kissing the tender pink inside, and I stretched myself long on the bed making appreciative cooing sounds. His tongue darted out, the eager tip slipping inside me, opening me up wider. His hands held my pelvis like a bowl, lifting me up to his mouth. He was drinking me, tasting me.

"Ohhhh," I said. "Ohhh, that's nice."

"Is that the whole story?" he murmured, his voice muffled by my sex.

"No, there's more."

"Tell me."

"What you're doing ... makes it hard to talk."

"I'll go slow. Just tell me."

"Mmmmmm ... okay, okay ... so after that night I get an idea. I order some things off the internet, and have them delivered anonymously. They take about ten days to arrive. I don't tell Greg anything, but the whole time I have this serious sexual buzz going on. I'm thinking about sex a lot, we're fucking a lot, and I'm masturbating a lot when Greg isn't around.

"When everything is finally ready I come home from work two hours early. I take a quick shower and get dressed. I put on straight-legged jeans with a heavy black belt and heavy black biker boots. I slip on a plain white tee shirt and tuck the tail of the shirt into my jeans. I slick my hair back in a ponytail and put on a pair of dark sunglasses. When I check myself out in the mirror, I look like a dyke -- very macho, very tough -- just the look I was hoping for. Then I go downstairs to wait for Greg.

"I've timed things just right. A few minutes later I hear his car pull into the driveway. When he opens the door, I'm sitting in a chair in the middle of the living room waiting for him with paper shopping bag on the floor next to me. He does a double take and asks me what's going on.

"'Close the door and take off your clothes,' I say.

"He looks a little baffled, but he doesn't argue. He comes over so he's standing right in front of me and starts tugging at his tie. He strips down quick, and when he gets down to his boxers he raises an eyebrow as if to ask if I really mean everything. I nod and he pulls them down and tosses them aside. It's all happening so fast he's not even hard yet. His soft cock is just hanging there all floppy and exposed and I feel a little surge of power seeing him caught so off guard.

"I stand up and tell him to get down his knees. He obeys, still looking baffled, and I tell him to spread his knees wide and put his hands behind his head. My voice is very sharp and commanding and I'm standing over him, very much in control. I reach in the shopping bag and take out a black leather dog collar. When he sees it, his cock gives a little twitch and starts to stiffen. I fasten it around his neck and attach a heavy silver chain, heavy enough so he can feel the weight of it tugging on the collar. And then I take out a black blindfold and put it over his eyes.

"I stand in front of him for a bit, just letting him get used to the situation. I watch his chest rise and fall. His breathing is a little quick. He can hear me and smell me but he can't see me. His cock is getting harder. It's half-erect, the veins starting to pop out. His hairy sack is hanging down between his spread thighs and I lift my foot and brush my heavy boot against the underside of his balls. Greg jumps. He knows just how vulnerable he is in this position, how much pain I could cause. I tease his nuts with my foot, lifting them a little and letting them drop, making them sway in their loose pouch and ... oh! Oh ... Jesus!"

My hips bucked. Rick's tongue had found my clit. He glanced up from between my legs.

"Too much?" he said.

"Too much if you want me to finish this story," I pant.

"You're so hard," he said. "I want to suck your little cock."

"You'll love this next part then. Just ... just hold off a bit."

He lowered his head again. He went back to gently nuzzling and licking, turning my pussy into a drippy, soupy mess.

"So ...," I said, trying to gather my thoughts. "So ... I tease him for a bit until he's really hard. I know he wants to fuck me bad, but I also know he's not going to get to. Instead, I have a big surprise for him. I walk over to the shopping bag and I take out a harness with a big black dildo and some lube. I strap the harness on over my jeans. The flared base of the rubber dick is resting against my pubic bone, pressing down against my mons through the course denim. Greg can hear me doing something, but he has no idea what it is. He has his head cocked to one side, trying to figure it out.

"I walk back over to him, my fake dong bobbing from side to side. He's so straight. I know he's never sucked a cock before. I run my fingers through his hair and tell him to open his mouth. He does it, tentatively, like he suspects what's about to happen. I angle my hips forward, and the head of the rubber cock bumps against his open mouth and he flinches a little. He knows now what I must be wearing and he knows what I'm about to do, but he doesn't close his mouth.

"I call him a slut and I tell him I'm going to fuck his pretty mouth, and I slide the cock in. He gags a little but he closes his lips around it and starts to suck. I can feel little jerks and I know he's using his tongue. I'm holding the chain in one hand, using the collar to force his chin up. With my other hand I grab his hair and force him to take me deeper. I tell him to play with his own cock and he reaches down and starts jerking off, stroking his meat hard and quick ...."

As I was talking I felt Rick's fingers on my pussy, opening me up so he could lick me deeper. His tongue was going so deep inside me. My pussy felt like molten caramel, hot and sticky and sweet. And then he slipped one finger up inside me, up inside my tender sticky mess. He touched the deep parts of me, stroking, while his mouth was busy on the outside. I rolled my hips and moaned.

"Too much?" he said.

"I think ... I think ... I can manage ... there's not much story left."

"When you're done I'm going to make you cum so hard ...."

"Yes ... please ... yes ...."

Rick adds a second finger and I rush to finish before I lose the ability to talk.

"I take my cock out of Greg's mouth. His face is shiny with spit and he's gasping for air. I put my boot on his shoulder and force him down, down on all fours. His cock hangs rudely down between his splayed legs, hard and throbbing. I kneel behind him and take the lube and dribble it over his pretty puckered asshole, watching it clench from the shock of the cool liquid. 

"The dildo looks so huge I wonder if I should have gotten a smaller size, but it's too late to turn back. I touch the tip to his lubed hole and he closes tight on reflex, then slowly wills himself open again. He wants me inside him. He's trying to open up for me. I lean into him and the knobby head begins to open him up wider than he's ever been opened before. I can see the slippery skin around his asshole go taut and stretch as I pop his cherry. Greg is whimpering. I know I must be hurting him, but he doesn't ask me to stop. He leans back into me, helping me deeper.

"I put my hands on his hips, just exactly the same way he puts his hands on my hips when he fucks me from behind. It's such a rush. I feel so powerful and in control. I touch the sway of his back, the tight muscles of his ass. I push deeper and he cries out, half a sob in his voice. 'It's so big,' he gasps. 'You're tearing me apart.' I ask him if it's too much, but he shakes his head desperately, no, no, no.

"The base of the dildo grinds against my mound. I want to touch my pussy so badly, but I can't without spoiling the moment. Instead, I strip off my tee shirt and my bra so I'm topless. My nipples are so hard. I thrust my hips forward with little jerks, working the rubber cock farther and farther in until the full eight inches is buried in Greg's virgin ass. He's crying openly now, completely broken down with pain and shame and lust. His breath is coming in little shuddery gasps, catching his throat. His shoulders are heaving.

"I bend down so I'm curled over him, my bare tits brushing his arched back. I reach around, take his hard cock in my hand, and start jerking him off. I whisper to him, hoarse and forceful. I call him my pretty little bitch and tell him I'm going to make him shoot. I tell him I'm going to make his pretty cock shoot all over the fucking floor. Greg groans and his hips start to pump. I can feel the load building in his balls. His insides clench tight around the dildo and his beautiful thighs spasm and his orgasm hits like a wave, the hot jet of sperm splattering on the floor beneath him. There's so much of it, spurt after spurt, a sticky milky puddle ...."

I squirmed on the bed, as Rick's tongue flickered deep inside my pussy.

"I need to cum," I groaned. "Please make me cum."

"Not until you tell me how the story ends."

"Then you'll make me cum?"

"I'll make you cum so hard."

"Oh god ... okay, how it ends ... after Greg spurts ... after he shoots his load all over the floor ... he falls forward and I fall back ... my cock slithers out of his hole ... he's crying ... his asshole gapes open ... he's lying on his side ...."

My voice dissolved into a ragged moan. Rick was back on my clit, flicking the shaft with little darts of his tongue. His fingers made sloppy, squishy noises as they dipped in and out of my swampy quim.

"How many times did you fuck him in the ass like that?"

"Just once ... oh god ...."

"How come?"

"It was ... oh yes that ... it was ... too intense ... it scared us ...."

Rick spun around and climbed on top of me. He was on all fours, his knees on either side of my head, his mouth still down between my legs. His junk dangled in my face, his cock stiff and shiny, his balls hanging loose in their hairy sack.

"Put my cock in your mouth," he said. "I want you to have my cock in your mouth when you cum."

Rick's lips closed around the nub of my clit, sucking me off. Trembling, I raised my head and caught his bobbing shaft with my lips. The head was spongy and full, smeary with pre-cum. I could taste my own pussy on him. Rick groaned and shoved his hips down, filling my mouth up with his hard meat. I could feel my orgasm building. I could feel little electrical shocks going off in my thighs, making them jerk and twitch. I was moaning, a deep desperate animal sound, half-muffled by the fat cock in my mouth. My hips were up off the bed, my pelvis thrusting. Rick tongued my clit, quick little flicks across my hard little shaft. His hands cupped my ass like a bowl, like my pussy was a bowl that he was lifting so he could drink from it. And then he spread my buttocks, and one finger slipped between them, and my mind flashed hey what the fuck are you doing ...?

But before I could say "no not there!" -- even if I could have said no not there with his swollen shaft stuffed in my mouth -- he touched my no-not-there, he touched the pucker of my most private part, his fingertip just teasing the tight-shut hole, and I lost it, I lost it hard, the orgasm hitting me like a fucking seizure. I was thrashing on the bed, tearing at the sheets, sweat-slick torso arched up, rubbing belly to naked inverted belly, pussy sopping open and filled with eager tongue, his fingertip slipping further up inside my oh-god-no-not-there-yes-please-there as my ass spasmed open with each orgasmic pulse. Penetrated and penetrated and penetrated, cock tongue finger up inside all three of my holes. Rick's body pouring into mine, filling me up every way I could be filled, as the ragged sobbing moans poured out.

And then, suddenly I was empty again. Empty and still cumming. Rick pulled out, and pulled out, and pulled out, leaving everything gaping open, all my holes slick and throbbing. He rough flipped me around gasping onto my belly, the cum shudders still jerking me ragdoll around. His hands grabbed my pelvis, tenting me up into an "A", forcing my knees wide on the edge of the bed, my gasping face and heaving chest pressed down into the humid sheets. He slid the flat palm of his hand down my sweat-slippery back, grabbing my tangled hair at the nape of my neck.




Theory & Practice



"What ...?" I managed to croak out, "What?"

He cock bumped against my ass, leaving a wet streak on my skin. He was still all spit slippery from being in my mouth. He dipped two fingers of his free hand in my slack pussy, getting them good and wet, and then smeared the juice all over my asshole. He was lubing me with my own pussy juice. He was lubing me with my own pussy juice so he could fuck me in the ass. He was going to do what I'd never let Greg do even though I'd done it to him, even though I'd known he wanted to. Greg had wanted to pay me back so bad, to break me and make me cry the same way I'd broken him. But I'd never let him do that to me. And now someone who wasn't my husband was lubing my ass with my own pussy juice. Now the tip of Rick's thick cock was touching my terrified never-fucked virgin pucker.

I want to beg him, "Stop, not my ass, please." But I was still too jangled and dazed from cumming to form coherent sentences. And the head of his cock was touching my most private hole and it was so big, so much bigger than his finger, even though I was still a little loose from just having his finger inside me. And then he pushed and I could feel myself opening up, and I cried out. He was stretching me open with the head of his cock, and I tried to relax because I knew that way it wouldn't hurt as much. I tried to relax even though it hurt because he was stretching me open so so so so wide.

And then with a sudden pop he was inside, the whole knob at the end of his cock inside my stretched hole. He felt huge, twice as big as when he'd been fucking my pussy. The hurt was sharp and bright, like he was splitting me open. I whimpered and groveled on the bed beneath him, fluttering back and forth between pain and pleasure. I slid one hand down, found my sopping pussy, found the hard nugget of my swollen clit, and started frigging like mad. With my other hand, I clutched a knot of twisted sheet tight against my heaving chest.

"Oh God, you're so tight," Rick said. "Oh fucking God."

He put his hands on my hips and started thrusting -- little strokes at first, then harder and harder, forcing his meat further and further up my back door. He was taking me, possessing me, ramming himself right down into my core. How much of his cock was inside me now? How many inches were already inside me, and how many inches were left to go? I was crying real hot stinging tears, my cheeks suddenly wet, my nose snotty and dripping. I was moaning this deep, guttural animal moan. This was not what I'd signed up for. This was not the innocent sexy hotel romp I thought I was going to have, but something bigger, scarier, more primal. And way hotter.

I flashed back to all the times Rick and I had chatted in the hall outside our offices, both of us so articulate and intellectual, both of dressed so conservatively and professionally. The contrast between now and then hit me like an avalanche. What would our colleagues say if they could see us like this? If they could see me down on all fours, naked, sweaty, three fingers up my dripping hairy snatch? If they could see Rick out of his mind with lust, clutching my bucking hips, forcing his red swollen cock up my tight virgin asshole? If they could see us both broken down to our animal cores, both of us reduced to out basest male and female instincts, the desire to penetrate, the desire to be penetrated.

Penetrated. Oh god, that was too elegant a term. This was way beyond penetration. I was spitted, gutted, impaled on the bright, hot spike of his shaft. He was in deep now. I could feel his pubic hair tickling my ass. He wasn't going to stop until he was in me all the way to the root.

"Take it," Rick grunted. "Take it ... take my fucking cock ... take all of my fucking cock ... take all of my fucking cock right up your tight little fucking ass ...."

"I'm ... I'm ... oh ... uh uh uh ... I'm ... I'm taking ... I'm taking ... oh god ... oh god ... oh god, your cock ...."

With a moan, he bottomed out in my ass. All seven inches of him right up tight inside my most private part, filling me and splitting me and reaming me. And my hand was right up my hungry puss, my sticky gaping cunt, my juice juicing out of onto the clean sheets between my splayed legs. Rick was fucking me in the ass and I was getting off on it. I could feel myself loosening -- my asshole relaxing and opening up for him. He started to move his hips, started to thrust back and forth, not just pushing deeper, but fucking me proper, reaming his shaft in and out of my taut, tender hole.

"Are you my bitch?" he growled, "Are you my pretty little bitch?"

"I'm ... don't ... please ... oh ... oh uh uh uh ... oh please don't ... please don't make me ... ah ah ah uh ...."

"Say it," Rick said hoarsely. "Say it like you said it to him."

"I'm ... oh god oh god oh god ... I'm ... oh god ... I'm ... I'm your ... oh god ... your pretty little ... your pretty little bitch ... you fucker ... you fucking fucking fucker ... oh god ... oh uh uh uh ...."

"You deserve this, don't you? You deserve this after what you did to your husband."

"Fuck you ... fuck you ... fuck you ... you fucking cocksucker ... fuck you ...."

"I want to hear you say it," Rick ordered. "I want to hear you say you deserve this."

"Oh god ... oh please ... oh god, yes ... yes I deserve to be fucked in the ass ... I'm a cheating little slut and I deserve to be fucked in the ass ... ."

He shoved his hand down between my legs, forcing my hand out of the way. His fingers found my hard little clit, my throbbing little erection, and he started frigging it, started jerking me off between his thumb and forefinger. He was giving me a reacharound. I moaned and buried my face in the sheets.

"I want you to cum for me, you slutty little bitch," Rick said. "I want you to cum for me with my cock inside your ass."

"I'm close ...," I croaked. "I'm ... oh god oh god ... I'm so ... I'm so ...."

He was sliding in and out, in and out, in and out -- short strokes, but real ones. He was buggering me good, dominating me, using me. What the hell was I doing? How the hell did I get myself into this? I was a tenure-track English professor at a top-tier school, for Christ's sake! I had two books in print. I had a grant from the National Humanities Foundation. I had written an article about feminism and faculty politics, damn it! And here I was sweat-slick buck-naked in a hotel room with my ass up in the air letting one of my colleagues sodomize me to orgasm! Here I was with a fat slippery cock shoved all the way up prim little bottom, letting a man I barely knew finger-fuck my clean, tight little good-girl cunt.

I snuffled and moaned and thrashed underneath him. I could feel it building. I could feel the big wave coming. My thighs were quivering. My hips started to pump. I was riding his hand. One final thrust pushed me over the edge and the wave broke. The orgasm hit me like a seizure, my whole body jerking and shaking. My moans turned into screams, deep guttural cries coming all the way down, ripped from the depths of my guts. I could feel my ass clenching, my sphincter muscles throbbing around the thick cock holding them open wide. I was cumming with my pussy and I was cumming with my ass and the double sensation was echoing back and forth in the liquid bowl of my pelvis, two perfect golden shafts of pleasure with a flickering lightning hum of cumming crackling back and forth between them.

"Oh god," Rick moaned. "Oh god, I can feel you ... I can feel you cumming ... inside your sweet ass ... I can feel you cumming ...."

And then with a jerk, he was cumming too, unloading inside my ass. I could feel the sudden burn of his spurt, the throb of his pumping uncut cock. He collapsed down over me, his face close to mine, moaning with pleasure, moaning as his hips jerked and pumped, moaning as he reamed me with his throbbing shaft, moaning as he unloaded his third load of the day deep inside my spasming ass.

My legs gave out. I sank down onto the sweaty sheets. Rick was on top of me, heavy and spent, his cock still shoved all the way up my bottom. My breathing was hard and ragged, almost a series of sobs. I felt all hollowed out inside. I was hollow and naked and exposed, like the all my most private places had been revealed. I'd let him fuck me in the ass. I'd let him dominate me and use me the way I'd never let anyone else dominate and use me before. And I'd loved it. Oh God, I'd loved having him hold me down and take me like that.

He pulled out with a groan, all of his hard inches sliding out of me, leaving me gaping and open. I could feel his cum dribbling out of me, dribbling out of my poor, abused asshole. He collapsed on the sheets next to me, his face all sweaty and worried.

"Oh God," he said. "I'm so sorry ... I didn't mean to ...."

"It's okay," I murmured. "It's okay, it's okay ...."

"I just ...," he said, his voice catching. "I never ... I mean, you're just so hot ... and when you were talking about what you did with your husband ... I just couldn't help myself ...."

"Shhhh ...," I said. "It's okay. Come here. Hold me."

He took me in his arms and we lay pressed tight together. He was so much bigger than me, so much stronger. It made me feel very safe and protected. His leg was between mine and the hot oval of my open pussy was pressed against the top of his thigh. He stroked my bare back with his fingers as our breathing slowly returned to normal. I nuzzled his hairy chest, planting small kisses, and he responded by kissing the top of my head.

"That's nice," I murmured. "That's so very nice.'

I lifted my head, and our eyes met and suddenly we were kissing for real, our lips together, deep and warm and erotic. Neither one of us held back. My tongue slipped inside his mouth, gently exploring. It was passionate, but at the same time slow and relaxed. Neither one of us was trying to rush anything. I could feel my boundaries dissolving, the sense of where I ended and he began melting away. Time stretched out and came to a stop. 

"Oh," I said, when we finally came up for air, "Oh my."

"We broke your rule," he whispered, his lips brushing against mine.

"I know," I said. "I don't care."

He trailed his finger along the line of my jaw. The look in his eyes was so achingly tender. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair and he kissed me again, softer this time. His mouth was so gentle, so warm and soft. This was more than just physical pleasure. This was more than just sex. We were cheating for real now, sharing the sort of emotional intimacy that I'd promised myself we wouldn't share.

Greg my love, I'm so, so sorry, 

"What time is it?" I said.

He glanced at the clock on the nightstand.

"About two."

I sighed. "We need to start getting dressed pretty soon."

He let his fingers trail idly around my right nipple.

"Already? I'd hoped that maybe we had time for more round ...."

"I wish. But I need time to shower, dry my hair, redo my makeup ...."

I extracted myself from Rick's embrace and scooched over so I was sitting on the edge of the bed. I combed my fingers through my hair, pushing it back out of my face and working out the worst of the tangles. I could only imagine what I must look like. The room reeked of sex -- the smell of sweaty bodies, of fresh semen, of wet pussy. I lifted my arm, and sniffed my armpit. My nose wrinkled -- ugh, I was rank. Suddenly the idea of a hot shower seemed really inviting.

I stood up and walked into the bathroom, and Rick followed me. It was bizarre seeing the two of us naked side by side, reflected together in the mirror. His cock was still half-hard, hanging dark and heavy and thick between his legs. He brushed my hair aside and kissed the back of my neck, and I sighed and leaned back against him.

"You're so beautiful," he said.

"Stop it," I said. "I'm a complete mess."

"I mean it. I could look at you all day."

I turned around and let him kiss me again. He was so tall I had to rise up on my tiptoes a bit. He took me in his arms and held me tight, naked body to naked body, tongues intertwining. One of his hands was on my bare ass, pushing our hips together. The thick line of his dangling cock pressed against my hairy mound. I ran my hands over his muscular back. He was so wonderfully, deliciously male, so strong and solid. I could feel myself starting to juice again, my body responding to his touch. If I wasn't careful I was going to end up fucking him again. That wouldn't do, of course.

"No more," I said, pulling away. "We need to get cleaned up."

"Okay," he said, regretfully. "Do you want to shower together at least? It's large enough."

"Sure," I said.

The shower was a large stall with glass walls running down to the floor and a tile bench on one side. There was plenty of room for two. We got in and I adjusted the water to a hot generous spray. I stepped under first, letting it pound down on my face, slicking my hair down on my skull. I turned around underneath it, getting myself wet all over, and then stepped aside so that Rick could do the same.

I picked up the little hotel soap and started lathering myself, paying particular attention to my armpits and crotch. I knew I reeked of sweat and sex and I didn't want to leave any trace of those scents behind. When I got home tonight, I didn't want Greg to have the slightest clue that I'd spent most of the day fucking another man. I wanted to rinse all the incriminating evidence down the shower drain.

My bush was a soapy smear. I ran my fingers over my slippery pussy lips, carefully washing ever inch down there. I was still half turned-on, and touching my private parts even to wash them sent little jolts of pleasure down my thighs. I noticed Rick was watching me. His cock was half-erect, bobbing deliciously under the warm spray of the shower. 

"You're getting hard," I said, laughing.

"I can't help it. Seeing you wash yourself like that is very hot."

I handed him the soap.

"Here," I said. "Switch places and let me rinse off."

I stepped back under the spray and let it sluice all the lather off my naked body. Rick soaped up, washing his hairy chest, his muscular arms, his lean thighs. He saved his cock for last. By then he had a full hard-on and when he touched it he let out a little sigh. Now it was my turn to watch him. He slid his soapy hand up and down the slippery length of his shaft. It was like he was washing himself and jerking himself off at the same time. I swallowed hard.

"Okay," I said. "Yeah, that is kind of hot."

I reached out and lightly touched the tip of his cock, teasing my finger along his slit. Rick shuddered with delight.

"Do you want to come again?" I said.

"I thought you said we didn't have time."

"We have time if you're quick."

"You mean I jerk off while you watch?"

"Yes, like the first time back in my office."

He started moving his hand faster.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

I stopped to consider.

"If you want, I'll tell you a story to help you."

"A story about what?"

"A story about me and Greg. A sex thing we do sometimes."

"Not the video thing?"

"No, something else. A different sex thing."

"That sounds ... amazing."

By this point, Rick was rocking a really impressive erection. He'd been hard a lot over the past few hours, of course, but most of the time he'd been inside me. Either that or I hadn't been in any state to pay close attention. But now I could finally get a really good look at his equipment. His shaft was dark and thick, with a big vein along one side. Every time he stroked he pulled his foreskin back, exposing the tender pink head. His balls were big and hanging loose in his sack in the warmth of the shower, the left one slightly higher than the right. They swung back and forth as he worked his soapy cock. Damn he looked good.

I took a deep breath. "Okay, so you know how you told me how it was particularly hot fucking Erin when you knew she was fertile? That the idea that you were maybe knocking her up made everything just a little more intense. 'Primal' I think is the word you used."

"Yeah."

"Well ... so ... sometimes when I'm with Greg we ... um ... we pretend that I'm not on the pill. I mean ... I am, obviously, duh ... and we both rationally know that. But sometimes we pretend I'm not. We pretend that I'm completely unprotected."

"Does that turn you on? The idea of having unprotected sex?"

"Yeah ... it's kind of kinky, I know. I mean ... I'd never actually risk it. I don't want a baby right now. But thinking about a bare cock shooting off inside me when I'm fertile ... that gets me really turned on."

"Tell me more," he said. "Tell me about the last time you and Greg did played that game."

"Okay. The last time was about a month ago. Leading up to it, I had a couple of days where I just couldn't stop thinking about sex. I was horny pretty much from the time I got up to the time I went to bed -- most likely because I was ovulating for real. It was certainly the right time in my cycle. I was in a very 'I'm ripe to be fucked' sort of mood."

"I think I remember that," Rick said, laughing. "I did notice you had a certain glow."

"Oh fuck," I said. "I had hoped it wasn't obvious."

"It wasn't obvious," he said, grinning. "But I did notice."

"So, anyway, I was horny all the time but, unfortunately, this happened to coincide with Greg going out of town for work. I could take care of business myself, of course ... and I did, several times a day, actually ... but it wasn't the same. Sometimes I really need a hard cock inside me and nothing else will quite do the trick.

"Basically anything I did while I was waiting for Greg to come home just wound my sexual spring up tighter and tighter. Even making myself come with my vibrator just made me want his cock more. On the day his plane landed, I didn't even come in to school. I just laid around at home all morning in my robe thinking about fucking."

"So, that day you called in sick ...?"

"... I was too horny to get dressed. Yes."

"Shit, that's hot," Rick said, stroking faster.

"So finally I hear Greg's car in the drive and I run to meet him at the door. All I'm wearing is a silk robe and it's not even tied; it's open in front so I'm completely exposed. And the door opens and Greg is standing there holding his keys in one hand and his suitcase in the other and he sees me, and his eyes go wide.

"I go up and throw my arms around him and give him this long, passionate kiss right there in the doorway. I mean, he's not even all the way inside the house. I'm pretty much naked and anybody walking by would have been able to see everything, but I'm so horny I don't give a fuck. I'm rubbing up against him like a cat in heat and his hands are under my robe touching me everywhere.

"He backs me up, stumbling, into the entry hall, and kicks the door shut behind us. I'm fumbling with his belt. I want his cock inside me right now and I can't wait anymore. I get him out and he's already hard -- a zero-to-sixty-in-no-time-flat erection, very impressive. I'm stroking him and rubbing him against my bare belly, rubbing the sticky head against my hairy patch. And he's like 'Tell me what you want, baby.' And I'm like 'I want your cum inside me.'

"And then he says, 'But I don't have a condom,' which is our code for 'Let's pretend we're having unprotected sex.' And I say, 'I know, but I want you so bad. We'll just have to risk it.' And he says, 'Is it a safe time at least?' And I shake my head and I'm like 'No, but I want you to fuck me anyway.'

"We drop down on the floor, right there in the entry hall. My robe is open underneath me and I spread my legs for him and climbs on top of me -- he mounts me. He's still fully dressed -- jacket and tie, everything -- and I'm naked except for the silk robe falling off my shoulders. He mounts me and pushes his lovely long cock all the way deep inside me. He's balls deep in my wet pussy, the head of his cock right up against my cervix ... perfect reproductive technique.




Theory & Practice



"And then he asks me if I'm fertile and I say yes. I whisper to him that I think I'm ovulating, and that's why I'm so horny. I tell him that I've been lying to him. I tell him that I went off the pill two months ago without telling him, and that I'm completely unprotected, and that if he cums inside my pussy he's going to make me pregnant. That last bit really gets him going and he starts to thrust hard and fast. He grabs my wrists and pins my arms over my head. I wriggle underneath him but there's no way for me to get away even if I wanted to. I wrap my bare legs around him, crossing my ankles behind his ass. His cock inside me feels glorious -- so hard and thick and long. He kisses me hard on the mouth and calls me a slut, and I start to moan because I'm so close to cumming."

While I was telling Rick all this, I was watching him jerk off. He had his fat cock gripped tight in his soapy fist, slowly working it up and down. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes had a faraway look and I could tell he was fantasizing about me fucking Greg. He looked so incredibly hot I couldn't help myself -- I reached down and started rubbing my pussy. I found my clit with my fingers and started teasing it, making it harder and harder.

"You said this happened about a month ago," Rich said.

"Yeah ...," I said.

"So if you were ovulating then ...."

"... I'm probably ovulating again right now ... yeah."

"That's so fucking hot."

I stepped closer to him. "Do you like that? Do you like knowing that I'm fertile right now? Does it make you want to fuck me?"

"Yes. It makes me want to fuck you so bad."

"We don't have much time ...."

"I don't need much time. I'm really close. I just want to cum inside you once more."

I took his cock out of his hands and rubbed the soapy head back and forth across my wet tummy. "There's a probably an egg traveling down one of my tubes right now ... all ripe and fertile ... just waiting for an eager sperm ...."

"Is this how you talk to your husband?"

"Yes," I said softly, cupping Rick's balls in my hand. "But you're not my husband, are you?"

"No. I'm not."

"Do you want to take what belongs to him? Do you want to knock me up?"

"Oh god hearing you talk like that is so hot."

"It's a good fantasy, isn't it?" I say. The hot shower has made his balls hang loose and low in their sack, and I gently fondle them, savoring their weight. "Your balls are all full of cum, aren't they? Full of sperm ready to shoot in my unprotected cunt."

"Fuck me now, please. I can't wait."

"Sit down on the bench." I say.

Rick sits down on the bench and I straddle his thighs. His cock is sticking straight up, all red and ribbed with veins. He puts his hands on my hips and guides me so I'm hovering just over him. Slowly I ease myself down an inch at a time until my swollen lips just brush the tip of his throbbing cock. Rick gasps, and I smile.

"Tell me what you want," I say.

"I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you so bad."

"Do you want to make me pregnant?"

"I want to put a baby in your belly. I want to make you a mommy."

"Good answer," I say.

I let myself sink down onto the hard spike of his cock. The head presses up between my slick lips, splitting me open. I slide all the way down, shuddering as I go, until I'm fully impaled. Taking his head in my hands, I kiss him full on the mouth and start to move, fucking him with long, slow strokes. His hands are playing with my titties and his tongue is in my mouth and the hot spray from the shower is streaming down off our naked bodies.

"Oh, God," Rick says, "You're taking me so deep."

"I want you deep inside me when you cum," I murmur. "I want your cock touching my cervix when you shoot."

He moans and starts thrusting up with his hips, pushing himself even deeper. My hands are resting on his shoulders, and my wet hair is falling down in my face. He lets one hand fall down to my cleft where his clever fingers find the throbbing ridge of my clit, strumming it in time with our strokes.

"Oh fuck," I say, arching my back. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fucking fuck. That feels so good."

"I'm going to make you a mommy," Rick says. "I'm going to plant my seed in you. Your belly is going to get all big, and your tits are going to get all swollen and full of milk. And when you go into work, everyone will be thinking about how you got like that. When you stand up in front of your class, the students won't be thinking about your lecture. They'll all be thinking about you naked and flat on your back getting a big load of sperm in your unprotected cunt. They'll be thinking about you down on all fours with your tits hanging down, moaning as you get plowed bareback by a thick throbbing cock. They'll be thinking about what their professor must look like with her bare thighs spread wide open and cum dribbling out of her gaping hairy snatch."

"Oh fuck," I say. "You filthy fucker. That's so hot. You make me sound like such a filthy slut."

"I'll fuck you in your office while you're pregnant. I'll make you strip naked for me and get down on your knees with your big pregnant belly. I'll make you suck my cock while you play with your swollen milky tits. I'll make you sit at your desk naked and pregnant with your legs open, rubbing your dripping mommy pussy. I'll fuck you down on your hands and knees with your belly and your tits hanging down, with your hair in your face and milk dripping out of you onto the floor."

I start to moan. I can feel my orgasm building. I arch my back and start grinding hard. His fat cock is so deep inside me. I can feel the head rubbing right up against my cervix. His hands are all over me, sliding everywhere on my wet, slippery body. He's moaning too, grunting as he thrusts up into me. He's close too, I can tell. I reach down and fondle his balls, his big balls all heavy in their hairy sack, his big balls all full of sperm. And that pushes him over the edge. With a deep shuddering groan he starts to cum. I can feel the spurt deep inside me, the gush of his load right up against the entrance to my womb. And that pushes me over the edge too. I'm so fertile. I'm a fertile field. And he's plowing me. He's seeding me. Male and female. Cock and cunt. Sperm and egg. The universe collapses down to a single perfect point, male and female joined together, intertwined, comingled, flesh and fluid and slippery throbbing, him inside me and me inside him. And I throw back my head and let out a long guttural groan, my slick pussy pulsing tight around the jetting shaft inside me. Milking him with my pussy. Milking all the cum out of his cock and taking it inside me. Taking it inside me so deep, so deep, so deep. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.

"Oh," I say, panting, "Oh ... oh God ... oh that was ... sublime."

Rick looks up at me. He's still inside me, his cock still hard. He pushes my damp hair out of my face and kisses me on the mouth. It's not a kiss of passion. It's a kiss of love, soft and gentle and sweet. I kiss him back, eyes closed, not caring about what this means. His hands gently caress my back. I touch his face tenderly. When we finally come up for air, we look at each other in wonder.

"You're ... amazing," Rick says.

I touch my forehead to his. "I think you're pretty amazing too."

"I don't want this to end."

"We have to finish getting cleaned up and getting dressed. We're running out of time ...."

"No, I know we have to go," he says, stroking my back, "I mean I don't want THIS to end. What we're feeling right now."

"I know," I say. "Remember how I said it was just bodies? Just a physical thing?"

"Yeah."

"I was wrong. It's not."

I lean forward and kiss him again, a series of gentle kisses on his mouth, each one slightly different. He pulls me close, our slippery bodies pressed tight together, his half-hard cock filling me. I caress his muscular back gently, lovingly.

"I still love my husband," I say softly.

"I still love my wife," he says. "But ... this is something special."

"Yeah ... I feel the same way ...."

"What's going to happen?"

"I don't know ...," I say. "But I don't want this to end either ... ."



Theory and Practise



"You know," I said, "I've worked out what the problem was with that movie."

"Do tell," Nina commanded.

"It was theoretically a good film," I said, "that's why they make us watch it, after all. It was well-structured, and the design was mathematically perfect, and you could count all the references to Freud and the quotes from silent-era classics and stuff. But..."

"Yeah?"

"He forgot to make it worth watching. It's theory versus practise. It was two hours of people saying stuff they didn't believe in situations that made no sense."

Nina thought for a moment, then nodded. "I guess. Wanna put that in your essay?"

I sighed. "I'm going to, yes. I can't pretend that I liked it."

"Best of luck with that." She finished her herbal tea and gathered up her books, looking to head onto her next class. I took a quick breath and made my move.

"Would you like to go for a drink -- later?" I asked.

Nina looked at me hard through her very plain glasses. "Would this be a date?" she asked.

"I guess so."

"Well, okay. But there are conditions."

"Okay." I was getting used to this sort of thing from Nina. She wasn't always easy to deal with, but I liked her. Maybe I have a masochistic streak.

"We're not going anywhere that's full of your friends," she said, "I don't want you showing off that you've pulled some goth chick."

"Okay," I said, trying to remember a few pubs or bars that I could vouch for that wouldn't have anyone I knew hanging around.

"And second," she said, "we're not going anywhere that people are going to stare at me like I'm a freak."

"Sure," I said, though this might be harder. I didn't think of Nina as a freak, but I'd got to know her over the last couple of weeks, and I know that some people are stupid. Nina was indeed a goth -- and not one of the cute, perky, black-velvet-and-heels type, either. Well, she wore long black velvet skirts, but apart from them -- she shaved her hair on the sides of her head, while letting it grow long on the top so it fell down her back in a long bleached-white ponytail. Her glasses had small rectangular lenses and a thick black frame, and she wore a nose ring; today, she was also wearing a pale grey t-shirt and Doc Marten boots. She was skinny and pale, with black-painted fingernails.

To be honest, a week before, I wouldn't have said that she was my type. But we'd ended up sitting side by side in the Cinema Appreciation classes, and we'd discovered that we had something in common. We agreed that Hammer horror movies were classics, and when the lecturer insisted that we sit through The Phantom Menace, we survived by sharing whispered jokes at the expense of, well, everything in the film, until the rest of the class shut us up by sheer weight of dirty looks. We didn't agree about everything, but we could talk the same language.

Anyway, I didn't imagine that I was her type either. I like to think of myself as a jeans-and-indie-rock sort, but that's being hopeful. I don't do cool very well. But if she was prepared to go out with me, I was prepared to live with her conditions.

"And finally, third -- no, I'll leave that one for now. But you've got the first two, right? You won't embarrass me?"

"I've got it. Your rules."

"Good. Because there'll be a test at the end. See you outside the Union at seven."

And without any further explanation, she was gone.

But she showed up on time, and when I suggested a pub that was not too bad (I hoped) and not too distant, she agreed. We set off together, talking movies as usual, but she seemed quieter than usual, huddling within her long tatty black coat as if she had bigger things to worry about.

We found the pub and a free table, and I shed my coat and offered to buy her a drink.

"Guinness," she said.

"Half?" I asked.

"Pint!" she commanded.

I went to the bar and bought a pint of Guinness and a beer for myself, and carried them back to the table. Nina actually looked pleased to see me, with a quick grin that reminded me why I was going to all this trouble. I had enough trouble finding girls who I found interesting; finding one who actually seemed interested in me was a bonus.

I passed her the Guinness and sat down as she toyed with it, but after I'd drunk some of my own beer and said something about the French romantic movie we were down to watch next on the course, I looked and realised that she'd finished half of the glass. If I hadn't known her better, I could have sworn that she was nervous about something. But Nina was never nervous -- I'd learned that already.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah." She threw me another of her quick, twisted grins. "Hey," she said, "what do you think people actually think of you?"

"Me?" I shrugged. "I know that one. They don't hide it much. They call me a geek."

"Does that worry you?"

"I can deal with it. How 'bout you? I gather that you don't want people calling you a freak, but you obviously like the goth thing."

"Yeah, well, that's me. Do geeks hang out together?"

"Quite a bit. But that gets a bit inbred, you know? I may be a geek, but I like to get away from that sometimes."

"Yeah. Goths hang out together a lot. Come on."

"Pardon?" I saw that she'd finished her Guinness, although I still had a little of my own beer left.

"I said that there'd be a test."

"At the end of the evening, you said."

"Yeah, well, it's kinder to everyone if we get it over with."

I grabbed my coat and followed her out of the pub. "Where are we going?" I asked.

"My room," she said, but then she clammed up, and I trailed back through most of the same streets as before behind the shapeless flapping of her coat. At her accommodation block, she let us in with a key card, and led me to the door of her room. That, she opened as little as possible, preventing me from seeing much that was inside until I'd followed her through. Then she closed the door and snapped the light on, and I drew a sudden breath.

The room was pink. There was a pink bedspread thrown over the standard-issue bed, and pink satin cushions strewn all over the place. A teacup and saucer with a pink floral design sat on the desk, next to a stack of textbooks and -- oh my god -- a pink My Little Pony. The walls were decorated with pictures of real ponies and kittens.

I took another, careful breath. This situation was going to require a little thought.

Nina stared hard at me with a surly expression. "Like it?" she said.

"It's not what I expected, I admit," I said.

"Okay, I'll let you off with that. I brought all this stuff from home, of course. My room's been like this all my life."

"You're homesick?" I asked.

"Nah," she said with another scowl. "Glad to get away, really. But this is me, right? So what do you think?"

I sat down on one of the armchairs, moving a pink cushion aside as I did so. "I like you," I said, "and it's not like there's some kind of rules."

"Yes there are," said Nina, "my rules, remember?" She sat down abruptly on the bed, sending a teddy bear and a rag doll flying. "People have to take me like I am. But that means that --" she pointed at a cute kitten picture "-- as well as this." Her finger stabbed fiercely at her weird hairstyle.

I shrugged. "Makes sense."

"So you don't think that this is freaky or screwed up?"

"It's just a room. You want it like when you were a kid, fine. Some time, you can come see my collection of SF movie posters."

She stared hard at me, then cracked a weird smile. "Okay," she said, "you pass the test."

"The test?"

"Taking me as I am. I guess it's because you're not goth. I've brought goth guys back here. Three of 'em so far."

"And they didn't pass the test?"

"Two of them wouldn't stop laughing; the other one seemed downright shocked. I think he wanted to cure me."

"So what did you do with them?"

"Oh, chucked 'em out." She scowled again. "I'm getting a bit of a weird rep with the goth mob, I guess, but most of the others don't quite believe what those three said. Anyway... Like I said, congratulations. You pass."

"Glad to hear it."

"And there's bonus points for that."

"What do you mean?"

"You're the first guy to pass." She stared at me, daring me to react in some wrong way. "So you'll be the first to stay. My ... first. Congratulations."

"Oh," I said. "Oh ... crap!"

"Oh crap, " she repeated after me. "What the fuck does oh crap mean?"

"I guess that it means Snap."

"What?"

"Congratulations to you too. If you want."

"Oh," she said, "crap."

We sat staring at each other. "Do you want?" I asked eventually.

"I guess," she said. "I'm all psyched up for this now. Crap."

"Me too." I found myself laughing nervously. "Look, let's take this slow, right? It can't be too hard. How many morons out there manage it every night?"

"Not as many as say they do, I reckon." But Nina actually grinned there, a little nervously. "But you're right -- none of us would be here if a lot of total idiots hadn't worked out how to do it, from scratch. C'mon over, and we'll talk about this."

She swept the cushions and a couple more soft toys off the bed as we both took our coats off, and I kicked off my shoes and she kicked off her boots, and we lay side by side. I kissed her, and she kissed me back. Only then did she think to take her glasses off, dumping them on the bedside table.

"Right," she said, "I guess that we at least both know the theory."

"Do we?" I asked. "I mean, the stuff in school and all the boasting from the class studs covered the basics, I guess, and I got this mumbled talk from dad a couple of years ago, but none of that was really about what happens here..."

"9 Songs ," Nina muttered, "and Empire of the Senses. And stuff."

"I'm not sure how far I trust those. We're not psycho-crazy suicidal Japanese. But okay, let's see if we can turn theory into practise."

She sat up abruptly and yanked her t-shirt off over her head, then stared at me. "How's this?" she demanded.

She wasn't wearing anything underneath -- apart from a pair of nipple rings, that is. Her breasts were small, but quite neat.

"Nice," I said, and meant it. I craned up to kiss one of her dark nipples.

"Hey," she said, "keep this fair."

I got the hint and quickly took my shirt off, and she squeezed her body against me. I ran my hands over her back, and she kissed me again, mouth to mouth. As she broke away, I grinned.

"What's up?" she demanded.

"Oh, I was just noticing -- no tongue stud," I admitted.

"Yeah, yeah, I've seen Pulp Fiction," she said, "and that's not what this is about, so don't get distracted."

"Distracted?" I said. "Fuck it, I'm lying a bed with a topless girl for the first time in my life, and you think I'm going to get distracted?"

"You mentioned the fucking no tongue stud."

"True," I admitted. "Sorry. But I may have to distract myself a bit, or..."

"Or what?"

"It's a guy thing. I don't want to get carried away too soon."

"Oh," she said. "Oh, yeah. I've heard stories."

"They're probably true."

She lay down again and we kissed some more, and I moved a hand up and carefully caressed her breasts. She didn't complain, so I did it some more. Then I tried kissing them and licking them, which we both seemed to like.

"Okay," she said, "ready to try something more?"

"Like I said, the problem is slowing me down."

She smiled, then stood up and unfastened her skirt. Then she threw it over a chair, covering two cushions and thus reducing the volume of pink in the room a little. She ripped off the short black woollen socks she'd been wearing under her boots, so now she was stripped down to a large pair of plain knickers. She scowled at me again, but kind of ruefully, then turned her back to me and pushed them down.

"Nice," I said again. She turned around, with her arms folded over her breasts -- but this was a weirdly defiant sort of pose, because it left me feeling obliged to stare further down.

"Oh, right," I breathed.

"What's the big deal?" she demanded, "You've seen pictures, I'm sure."

"Yes," I admitted, "but I guess -- well, I guess I wasn't expected you to have shaved. Not there."

She shrugged. "Tried it as an experiment, a while back," she admitted, "and then, this evening -- well, it seemed right, somehow." With two steps, she was beside the bed, her pussy on a level with my face. "What do you think?" she demanded.

I moved my face to look closer. (No, there were no piercings.) "I think that I could learn to like it," I said, and leant forward to plant a kiss.

Nina jumped back half an inch, but then she relaxed and stepped forward again. "You'd better," she said, "because you're going to have to pay it some attention."

She clambered a little clumsily onto the bed, and lay beside me again. I caressed her breasts once more, cautiously -- I wasn't sure if I was falling in love with her, but I was going to love them forever -- but after a moment, she grabbed my hand and guided it downwards. So for the first time in my life, I felt those odd little folds, nestling within the shaved area which still had a little hair where her electric razor had missed or she'd been understandably cautious.

"Feel that?" she demanded.

"Yeah," I said. "Excuse this, I'm still... That's the clitoris, right?"

"Yeah. And it likes being touched, thanks, but treat it nice, don't just maul it, okay?"

"Treat your clitoris nicely. Right. Got that." I nodded, and tried a few careful caresses, but she still had hold of my hand, and now she guided it a little further.

"And that's my cunt," she said. "Go on, feel it -- it doesn't bite."

This was all completely new stuff to me, but I did my best, probing the entrance with my index finger. I was pleased to discover that the stuff about women becoming damp and lubricated was all true, and when I looked at her face, I saw that Nina was even smiling a little, so I probed some more. Tentatively, I added a second finger, and as her grip on my hand relaxed a little, I used my thumb to brush her clitoris. She gasped slightly.

I paused, and looked at her face. "You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, fine." Mostly she was looking thoughtful. "Don't worry," she said, "I've had three fingers in there before now."

I guess that I looked a bit nonplussed at that, and she glared at me, but not too angrily. "Look," she said, "I assumed that somebody would pass the test, one day, and I didn't want to have to put up with any sort of bullshit about either of us getting hurt. So I've tried to make sure I'm as ready as I can be down there, okay? Anyway," she allowed herself a smile, "I had to have some fun while I was waiting."

I didn't complain, and I continued to probe; the good thing about her no-bullshit attitude was that she told me exactly what was working and what wasn't. But by now, all this was having an effect on me.

"Is it okay to go on?" I said, cautiously.

She smirked. "Yeah, I guess we'd better," she said.

I got off the bed and hastily pull off the last of my clothes. My hard-on was really straining by now, strange to say, and I turned back towards Nina nervously.

"God," she said, "will it really fit?"

"No need to overdo the flattery," I said.

"No," she said, "I'm serious." The attitude had slipped now; she was staring at my cock with what looked worryingly like horror.

I lay on the bed beside her again. "We'll be fine," I said. "It's pretty standard size, honest -- I'm the one who's been in all the bloody school boy's changing rooms, okay? Anyway, three fingers, remember?" Then my calm slipped a bit -- I was getting quite desperate by now. "Let's get on with it, okay? You'll be fine, I promise."

She visibly pushed her nervousness aside and focussed on the intention. "Yeah," she said. "Let's."

She rummaged in around her bedside table and produced a pack of condoms. "Thought I ought to be ready in case anyone did pass the test," she admitted. Then, "Perhaps you ought to wear two of these? Might help?"

"American Pie!" I said, and she scowled. But then I nodded. "I ought to, I guess..."

She tore two packets open, then carefully moved down to my groin and fitted each condom in turn.

"That okay?" she asked.

"Fine," I said, "neatly done."

"I've practised."

I gawped, and she smirked. "On a banana," she explained. "That's what they use in some education films, so I thought it made sense. I wanna get things right."

"Okay," I said, then took a deep breath. "We'd better..."

She got the idea and rolled onto her back, then drew her knees up as I knelt between her legs. We kind of fumbled around for a while until we worked out that it worked best if she guided me where I should go, and then she said "there it is," and I pushed instinctively.

Despite all the preparation, she was still a bit tight; a sense of being squeezed too hard broke through my Jesus I really am fucking a real girl thought, and she gasped a bit unhappily. But when I paused, she smiled at me; a forced smile, maybe, but she held me and rocked her hips a bit.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi yourself. You okay?"

"Great!" She smiled again, and I think that was a real smile. "So far, so good."

"You like it?"

"Yeah. It's... Yeah, this works, I reckon."

I was moving slowly, carefully, and Nina reached round and put a hand on my back. Then she ran a single fingernail gently down my spine.

I think it was meant as a small, friendly caress, but she might as well have pulled a big lever marked "ORGASM NOW". I groaned, thrusting convulsively a couple of times, and she looked puzzled, worried even, for a moment. Then I collapsed on top of her, and my hard-on began to shrink.

"Oh," she said.

I rolled onto the bed next to her. "God," I said, "sorry about that."

Nina said nothing, but looked at my crotch. Reaching down delicately, she rolled both condoms off my limp cock together, then held them up and pulled a comic face at the sight before grabbing a tissue to wrap them up and binning them.

"Look..." I began.

"No!" she snapped suddenly. "It was fine! It wasn't anything like the movies..."

"No, well, sorry..." I said.

"Don't you get it?" She was kneeling on the bed next to me now, naked and still wonderful to my eyes. "It wasn't like the movies -- it was better! I felt you inside me! Didn't you feel that too? Right inside me! How cool is that?" She was squeaking so girlishly now that the pink room no longer seemed so strange.

"Okay, that was pretty cool," I said.

"Bloody right it was cool." She wriggled round to lie in front of me, her neat buttocks pressed up against my crotch. I put my arms around her, and ended up with one hand cupping each of her breasts. "We've obviously got the theory right," she went on, "now the practise is just a matter of..."

"Practise?" I completed the sentence.

"Yeah! Any idiot can do it, more than once, so we just keep going, right?"

"Suits me," I said, "I'll try harder next time."

"Maybe you need to be more Zen about it," she suggested, "you know, act without thinking or something."

"Do or do not -- there is no try," I said.

"Don't you go quoting Star Wars when you're talking about screwing me! "

"Hey, be fair -- it was from one of the good movies!"

"Hmmph." She wriggled against me. "You'll be getting me into a gold bikini and a stupid hairstyle next."

I nuzzled her bleached ponytail aside so I could kiss the back of her neck, and didn't say anything. We lay together silently for a little while.

"Is that who geeks wanna screw, though?" Nina demanded. "Carrie Fisher as a slave girl?"

"Give me some credit," I said, "I mean, you know that I like The Matrix and Blade Runner more..."




Theory and Practise



"Oh yeah. Black leather obviously does something for you." She twisted round and turned to face me. "I can do black leather. Except a lot of the goth mob are veggies, so I'd have another fucking argument on my hands there."

I looked at her. "Okay, you'd look good in black leather," I agreed.

"You reckon?" She grabbed my shoulders and stared in my eyes, then looked me up and down. Then she grinned again. "Fuck, you do reckon, don't you?" She reached down and grabbed my cock, which was indeed growing again. Then, with her hand gripping just there, her black-painted fingernails just inches from my balls, she asked. "Okay, so why did you ask me out, huh? Did you reckon that some crazy goth chick would be a good choice to pop your cherry?"

"Hey, I like it when you talk dirty to me, but please don't talk American teen movie!"

"Sorry." She relaxed her grip a little, and moved her hand in a way that I found very nice. "But -- hey, what? When did I ever talk dirty to you?"

"Well, there was that time I asked you what you thought of the Bridget Jones movies..."

"Okay, I'll give you that." She leaned back slightly and looked down at my erection. "So is that what you reckoned?"

"Believe it or not, I fancied having a drink with you."

"Yeah? So what do you fancy now?"

"Got any more of those condoms?"

She nodded, extracted the things from her drawer, and then pushed me onto my back and knelt astride my thighs to fit another two. I looked at her, and the sight of her -- ponytail hanging down over her shoulder, pierced nipples, shaved pussy well on display in that position -- sent another surge of lust down to reinforce the feelings caused by her touch.

"Just a sec," she said, "hold on there."

She shuffled further up my body, still astride, and I felt her pussy stubble brush my balls. Then she raised herself up, and grabbed my cock. She frowned in concentration as she placed it carefully when it belonged, and then she even more carefully sank down, engulfing me once more.

"Ooh," was all I could say.

"Mmm," she replied, absently stroking her clitoris with a fingertip. Then she leaned forward, resting her forearms on my shoulders to pin me down, and moved her hips experimentally. "Yeah, that does work."

I moved my own hips carefully in response, and for a few minutes we kind of joked around, sometimes moving at the same time, sometimes taking it in turns, taking care to say what did or didn't feel right.

She breathed deeply. "Yeah," she said, "this isn't actually bad. You're doing okay."

"I practice a lot when I'm alone."

She frowned at me. "Woody Allen?" she challenged.

"Love and Death, " I admitted.

"Bastard!"

"Sorry." By way of apology, I concentrated on what she seemed to like, and she closed her eyes, evidently concentrating on the feeling. Eventually, she began to grind hard against me, and then to breath deeply. It seemed like a good time for me to think about something else -- anything else -- but I found she was good to watch. In time, she gave a series of little moans and squeaks, then opened her eyes.

"Yeah," she said again a little breathlessly. "Now I guess that you will want me to talk dirty to you." She suddenly adopted a really bad Deep South accent. "La, sah," she said, "ah do declare that ah fahnd your male parts to be insahted in mah per-sun..."

But something about the feeling that I'd got things right set me off, and I found myself thrusting hard and repeatedly up into her. She gave a series of grunts and gasps at that, but I assumed she'd tell me if I was being too rough -- well, okay, I wasn't thinking too clearly about anything. Soon enough, I reached my orgasm with a groan that probably scared her neighbours, then collapsed back, focusing properly on her face again.

She smirked as I got my breath back. "Enjoy that?" she asked.

I wasn't in a state to give a coherent answer.

Nina laid herself down on top of me, her nipple rings making indentations in my chest, her bleached ponytail hanging past her shoulder to tickle my neck as she breathed, my deflating cock still inside her. "That was good," I said eventually.

"Mmm," she agreed, "you know, I'm glad that you passed the test."

"Oh, that." I smiled nervously. "I have to admit -- I think that I cheated a bit there."

"What do you mean?"

"I was nervous -- I mean, I didn't want to take anything for granted, but when you dragged me back to your room like that, well, I was hoping that this was what you had in mind. So I was nervous as hell. I wasn't going to be laughing at anything much."

She looked at me, her chin digging into my chest. "So normally, you'd have laughed at the pink room?" she demanded.

"I don't know. Honest. I don't think so." What the heck had brought on this flash of stupid honesty, I wondered. It was just going to annoy her. But she wanted me to be honest, and she was so quick to spot bullshit -- it just felt safer.

She scowled at me for a long moment, then relaxed, and laid her head against my chest again. "Oh, fuck it," she said. "It worked out okay in the end, I guess."

I grabbed her by the shoulders and looked her in the eye. "Bloody right it did," I said. "Because whatever I might have done, in another universe, where I wasn't scared that you were planning to have your evil way with me -- there's one thing you can know for sure here and now."

"What's that?"

"That I'll take you exactly as you are."

She paused for a moment, then giggled. "Yes," she said, "you will." She rolled off me and the bed, and looked at my limp, double-wrapped cock. "So, then, take me, geek boy!"

"Christ," I said, "give me a chance to get my breath back."

"Yeah, maybe I should. You probably need some dinner to get your strength up."

I hauled myself to a sitting position and carefully unpeeled the condoms. "Hey, you're right," I said, "we haven't eaten yet, have we?"

"And the least a man can do is buy a girl dinner!" Nina was back in that bouncy mood. She gathered up her knickers, socks, and t-shirt, and threw them all in a washing basket. Then she scurried off to a chest of drawers as I began slowly to get dressed myself.

"Right," she said, and turned around. She was holding something which she now pulled on -- a pair of knickers, white, with pink rosebuds on them. Then she carefully removed her nipple rings, and pulled on a bra to match the knickers.

"Where would you like to go for dinner?" I asked cautiously as I watched her turn round to a wardrobe.

"Oh, somewhere full of goths," she said, "or maybe your friends." She yanked a bright pink knee-length dress from its hanger, and threw it over her head. "Zip me up, would you?"

I obeyed, lifting her ponytail clear of the zip. I wasn't sure what to say.

"Well, come on," she said as she found a pair of white knee-length socks from somewhere, "finish getting dressed yourself. Or -- " she fixed me with a glare, "don't you want to be seen out with me?"

I sighed and found my shirt.