3 comments/ 55094 views/ 8 favorites Muse By: lgreenwood Renee watched fields pass by as the train rumbled eastward through farming country. She was looking forward to her little trip out of the city and to the conference she'd be presenting at, but mostly she was looking forward to seeing Keith, if she ever got a hold of him. She'd left messages over the last few days but he hadn't called her. She checked the signal on her phone and swore under her breath at the poor cell coverage farmers had to live with. --------------------------------------- The last time she had seen Keith was about 4 months ago when his flight was diverted to O'Hare due to poor weather in Detroit. He was stranded in Chicago for the night along with thousands of others and the hotels had filled up quickly. With no place to stay, he'd called Renee asking for advice. She invited him to stay at her place and he took a cab to her apartment near the lakeshore. They ordered take-out and caught up while eating. During dinner, Renee noticed that he was still wearing his wedding ring. That band of gold caused tears to well up in her eyes and she quickly excused herself. In the bathroom, she cried quietly, tears streaming down her face. She had not thought of Carla and the kids for months and seeing the reminder on his finger had ripped open the scab that had formed over her grief, making her feel raw inside. She splashed water on her face, toweled off, and went back to the dining room. Keith was standing at the window, looking out at the dusk gathering in her neighborhood. With his back to her, she couldn't read his mood. "Done eating?" she asked, and Keith nodded. Renee cleared the table and put the leftovers in the fridge. On her way back to the dining room she grabbed a fresh bottle of wine and found him where she'd left him, staring out the window. She set the wine on the table, unsure of what she should do next. "More wine?" she offered. "Yeah, sure," came the answer, his voice hoarse. She crossed over to him, turned him around and hugged him tightly. She could feel his tears on her cheek and held him for a long time. Finally, his grip loosened and he stepped back. "Thanks," he said, drying his tears with the palm of his hand. "I'm sorry about that. Sometimes, it all just hits me at once and I feel completely lost, as if I don't belong here. As if I don't belong anywhere." Renee hugged him again as he continued. "Losing Carla and the kids so suddenly left a huge hole in my life." He paused and stepped away from her again. "I'm sorry for laying this on you. I didn't mean for tonight to be some kind of therapy session." Renee smiled. "It's OK. Go sit on the couch, we'll drink more wine and talk. At the very least, talking might help even if I can't give you any useful advice." With a look of relief Keith sat down. Renee poured the wine and handed him his glass. He stared into his glass but didn't drink or speak. They sat in silence for several minutes before Renee finally spoke. "I know it's not the same," she began softly, "but when Jon and I divorced, I felt empty too. After time, little by little, I filled the emptiness by doing different things, like taking an art class, for example." Keith looked at her with a questioning look on his face. She went on quickly, "I'm not saying you should take up painting. I'm just saying I found creative activities to be the most satisfying and helpful. Find something new, do something different." He drank some wine, thinking about what she said. "What you're saying makes sense, but I feel stuck, and hollow, like I'm only a shell of what I used to be." "You've got break out of your rut, somehow," she said. "I don't know how but you have to, soon. Time keeps moving on and you need to, too and you'll meet someone else and build a new life. But, if you don't move, I'm afraid the world will lose a great guy." Keith smiled at the compliment, but the smile soon turned to a grimace. "I'm 41 years old, I haven't dated in 19 years. Who's going to want a broken down guy like me?" "In your current condition, not many," she laughed. "Seriously, though, that's why you have to change. Look at me: I'm 38, single, living in the city, and I'm happier now than ever. But, it didn't happen overnight, it took time." She took his hand in hers and squeezed it tightly. "There is life out there and it's ready for you to start living again." Keith smiled and squeezed her hand back. They sat on the couch the rest of the evening, drinking wine and reminiscing. When it came time to turn in, Renee offered her bed to him. Keith, not wanting to put her out, stubbornly refused and chose the couch instead. Around two in the morning, Renee got up and went to the bathroom. On her way back to her room, she paused to look in at Keith sleeping on the couch. She thought of how good it felt to hug him earlier and how they had held hands while talking. She longed to wake him, take him to her bed and lie down with him. But, she knew he wasn't ready. Not yet. She went back to bed and found her dildo in the nightstand. Renee closed her eyes and imagined Keith fucking her, his hard cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. Her free hand manipulated her clit. The bedroom door creaked open and she opened her eyes at the sound but no one was there in the dark doorway. I must have forgotten to latch it, she thought. Happens all the time in this old apartment. She closed her eyes and concentrated on Keith's face, his body, his hands, his tongue running over her body. Her back arched and she came hard, but silently. Renee put her dildo away and rolled over to sleep. Keith watched as she rolled away from him and quietly went back to the couch. He had been awake while she watched him lying there, apparently thinking he was asleep. When she had turned to walk away he had wanted to call to her but couldn't - no words would form in his throat. He had wanted to go to her but he wasn't ready, not yet. Instead, he was on his way to the bathroom and had heard a noise while walking by her closed door. He stopped to listen and the door swung open. Terrified at being discovered, he froze but her eyes couldn't penetrate the darkness of the hallway. He had watched her, spread eagle on top of the sheets, working a large dildo in her pussy, glistening with her juices. He had watched until she was satisfied, mesmerized by the way her taut muscles looked when she came, mesmerized by how beautiful she looked, still wanting to go to her but not being able to. I have to change, he thought, his resolve hardening. I'm dying on the inside. He lay awake for quite awhile, a plan formulating in his mind. In the morning after breakfast, his cab arrived and the driver honked his horn. Keith gave her a long hug, whispered his thanks in her ear, and gave her a firm kiss on her cheek. She stood in the doorway of her building and watched as his cab drove up the street and turned out of sight, the feel of his kiss lingering on her cheek. Maybe someday, she thought. Maybe soon. A week later, she received an e- mail, a thank-you from Keith saying that he hoped he could repay her some day. --------------------------------------- Renee looked at her cell phone and saw that she now had a signal. She quickly dialed Keith's number, her hopes rising. His voicemail answered, dashing her hopes. "Hi, it's Renee" she tried to sound cheerful. "I'm getting into town early this afternoon and will be staying at the Winchester. Call me on my cell or at the hotel. I'm hoping we'll have time to get together before I leave on Saturday." She hung up. She desperately wanted to see him, to see how he was doing. His note was the last she had heard from him and was surprised and a little hurt that he hadn't returned her calls over the past week. She thought about Keith often, recalling the feel of his kiss on her cheek. Since breaking up with her boyfriend a month ago, she thought about him even more. Especially when masturbating. She slumped farther down in her seat, again imagining what it would be like to make love to him: the feel of his hands on her body; his mouth on her breasts; his hands between her legs; his tongue on her clit; his cock in her hands; his cock in her mouth; his cock in her pussy. Renee noticed an attractive, college-aged man sitting across the aisle facing back eyeing her legs. When she had crossed them the slit in her skirt exposed her thigh almost up to her buttock. The man's eyes wandered from her thigh to her breasts, lingering, before moving up to her face. A look of alarm flashed across his face when their eyes met. Embarrassed, he quickly looked back to his newspaper. Renee laughed on the inside: she knew her beauty had an effect on men. Her looks were the result of a fortunate combination of genes from her Greek father and her French mother. Her 5'7", 123 pound body with 32B breasts, long legs and olive skin was capped off by a beautiful face with high cheekbones, dark brown eyes and medium length chestnut hair. Tall, athletic, good looks and a permanent tan all combined to entice men, even those fifteen years her junior. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the stranger sneaking peeks at her legs again. Renee thumbed through a magazine and shifted her leg, the skirt riding up exposing the edge of her black panties. The stranger openly stared at her exposed flesh and underwear - Renee pretended to not notice. Her thoughts returned to the idea of Keith's head between her legs. She stood up, her crotch damp, picked up her small travel bag and walked to the end of the car to the toilet. Finding it unoccupied, she entered and closed the door. She pulled her skirt up to her waist, pushed her panties down and stepped out of them. She looked in the mirror above the sink, ran her fingers through her pubic hair and thought of Keith. She imagined Keith on his knees pulling down her panties. He kissed her pussy and she opened her legs wider. His fingers parted her lips and his tongue plunged inside her. She grabbed his hair, held his head and rubbed her pussy in his face, wetting it with her juices. His tongue flicked across her clit, pleasure rippling through her body. His strong hands reached for her breasts, rubbing her hard nipples as his tongue lapped faster. Her pending orgasm grew as he sucked her clit into his mouth and his tongue bathed it. Her fingers worked her clit furiously as she watched her reflection in the mirror come, her body tense as she whispered his name over and over again. She smoothed her skirt back into place and washed up. Her damp panties lay in a heap on her bag - she considered them for a moment before stuffing them in one of the zippered pockets. Renee returned to her seat, feeling the stranger's gaze on her ass as she walked by. Feeling playful, she sat down with her legs, slightly apart, pointed toward the man. She crossed her legs slowly, making a show of it, her skirt sliding up her thighs. His eyes followed the movement of her legs and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. No one else in the car could see her as she picked up the magazine pretending to read, seemingly oblivious to the stranger. She seductively bit her lower lip while her free hand rested on her chest. Her fingers played absently over her breasts before moving down her stomach towards - Her phone rang and her heart skipped a beat when she saw on the display it was Keith. "Keith! Hi," she said brightly. "I was just thinking of you." "Hi, Renee," his voice sounded cheerful. "I'm sorry I didn't return your calls sooner. I've been on the road for work and I'm not getting back until late tonight. Are you done with your conference tomorrow evening?" "There's a wrap-up dinner tomorrow night but I was thinking about skipping it as it's bound to be dull," she replied. "Would you like to have dinner with me, my treat?" "Sounds tempting," countered Keith, "but I'd prefer if we had dinner at my house. Can I pick you up at 5:30 at your hotel?" Renee hesitated, thinking she'd rather not have a dinner in a house that would constantly remind him of Carla, but finally said, "Um, yeah, that'd be great." "All right, 5:30 it is. I'll see meet you in the lobby." He went on, "Renee, I just want to say I -" His voice cut out. Renee looked at her display and saw she had no signal. Worse, her battery was drained. Kicking herself for not charging her phone before she left, she turned it off and stowed it in her shoulder bag, wondering what he had said. The young man had left his seat and made his way to the toilet. A knowing, sly smile played across her face. --------------------------------------- Renee's presentation was well received and although the conference was extremely interesting, in her mind it dragged on and on. It didn't help that she was operating on little sleep having spent a good portion of last night fantasizing about Keith. She constantly wished it would hurry up and end, that it was 5:30 and she was with him. When the last speaker finished at 4:45, she quickly gathered her things, made her apologies for missing the dinner and went to her room as fast as the elevator would take her. She wriggled out of her dress and jumped in the shower to freshen up, thinking of him as she washed her body. She toweled off and stood in front of her bed, studying the clothes in her suitcase. Since dinner was at his house, she decided on a nice blouse, jeans and sandals. She primped in front of the mirror until her hair looked right then considered dabbing on some perfume. She shook her head and decided against it. It's not a date, we're just friends, she thought. So far. In the lobby she waited on a sofa, giddy with the same anticipation she had felt when she was waiting for a date to pick her up when she was a teenager. Except, she wasn't a teenager, and this wasn't a date. Probably not. She jumped up when Keith's dark green sedan pulled in under the awning and met him at his car. She climbed in and noticed his face looked leaner than the last time she'd seen him and he wasn't wearing his wedding ring, both good signs. But she also noticed he was wearing a dress shirt, tie and dress pants. She looked at her own clothes and said, "I'm sorry. If I'm under-dressed I can run up to my room and change in a jiff." Keith laughed. "No, you look great. I came straight from work. As soon as I get home I'm taking these things off." He paused and then blushed. "And putting on other clothes, I mean." "Well, it's your house," said Renee, laughing. "Do what you want." He drove across town but instead of taking the expected route, he turned off the main road early into an older neighborhood. Keith looked at her and said, "You're probably wondering where we're going." Renee nodded. "I sold the old house and bought a new one. New isn't the right word, though. It's about 70 years old, has lots of character and is in need of some updating. It - it's right here." He turned into the driveway of an old brick English style cottage set on a small lot. Renee marveled at the geometric patterns in the brickwork of the driveway and front sidewalk. Keith unlocked the door and led her into a foyer with rich wood paneling and a dark cherry wood floor. Off the foyer to the right was a dining room also paneled in dark wood and to the left was the living room with a thick oriental rug centered in front of a tiled fireplace with furniture arranged around it. "It's gorgeous!" Renee said, kicking off her sandals. "It's so cozy and warm." "These rooms, and the study through there," Keith said, pointing to a set of leaded-glass pocket doors in the living room, "are the best part of the house. The kitchen needs lots of work, though." She followed him through the dining room into a rather dysfunctional kitchen with appliances straight from the 60's. "The kitchen will be my next big project. Once I figure out how to do it," he added. "What was your first?" "The driveway and sidewalk." Renee gaped at him. Keith chuckled, "I know, I didn't know I could do it, either. I just did some reading and research and went at it." He opened a wine fridge. "Would you like some wine?" She accepted, and when he went upstairs to change, she wandered through the house, admiring the woodwork in the study. She passed through the study into a back room covered in outdated paint. A drop cloth covered the floor. In the corner were a stepladder and a heat gun. Thick paint had been peeled back and she could see the original woodwork underneath. A thought occurred to her and she walked back to the foot of the stairs. "Keith," she called up. "When did you buy this place?" "About three months ago," his voice called back. "Did you do restore all of the woodwork in the front part?" she asked, looking up. His head appeared over the railing. "No, I hired a guy to do that. I was afraid I'd do some real damage." He came back down barefoot, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. "Better?" he asked. Renee nodded. "Come on and give me a hand," he said and walked back to the kitchen. They talked as he prepared dinner and Renee fixed the salad. Soon, it was ready and they sat down across from each other. Several times Renee looked up to find Keith looking at her and, each time, he'd drop his eyes quickly to his plate. She fought the urge to run her foot up his leg and decided to wait for Keith to make the first move. After dinner, they walked through the house, talking and drinking. In the living room, Keith turned to her, taking her glass from her hands and setting both his and hers on the coffee table. His face was serious as he spoke. "I don't mean to sound overly dramatic, but before our talk in Chicago, I was dying inside, bit by bit. You were right: I had to get on with living, which is why I sold the old house. There were too many memories there, a constant reminder of what I lost. The week after I got home I put it on the market. I found this place a few weeks later and put an offer on it the day I saw it. Fixing this place up and other things I've done have been very therapeutic. I've been more creative in the past three months than I'd been the previous ten years. And I have you to thank for it. In a way, you're my muse - you inspired me." Stunned, Renee didn't know what to say - she had never received such a compliment. Keith stepped forward and hugged her, holding her for a long time before kissing her on the cheek. Renee kissed his cheek in return. He turned his face towards her and kissed her on the lips, his lips slightly parted. She opened her lips and accepted his tongue as it slid into her mouth. He slid his hand down to the small of her back and pulled her body closer. She sucked on his tongue as her hands moved down to his ass. The next instant they were kissing wildly, their hands exploring. She pulled his t-shirt out of his waistband and ripped it off over his head. His hands squeezed her breasts, his fingers fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. Renee let her blouse drop to the floor behind her. He unclasped the front of her bra, freeing her breasts, leaning his head down, his lips on her nipple, licking and sucking. She grabbed his hair and held his head there, enjoying the feel of his mouth on her breast. He unsnapped the front of her jeans, lowered the zipper and slid his hands down the back under her panties, kneading the bare flesh of her ass. Her head tipped back, her nipples hard. He pushed her jeans past her hips then knelt in front of her, helping her out of them. She stood naked before him, his eyes at the level of her pussy. He saw that her dark pubic her was closely trimmed with a thin line leading down to her slit. He looked up at her, his eyes hungry, her body tingling with anticipation. Keith guided Renee to an overstuffed chair behind her, still on his knees. He covered her stomach with wet kisses, slowly moving lower until his mouth was just above her sex. She ran her fingers through his hair and he draped her legs over the arms of the chair, spreading her wide. Renee felt his tongue on her pussy as he licked around her lips and finally up into her. She gasped with his lips brushed over her clit, sending sparks through her body. His tongue flicked quickly and Renee felt her orgasm building as Keith sucked on her swollen clit. His pace increased when he sensed she was close. Renee panted; the pleasure between her legs was intense. Her back arched and she moaned loudly as she came, Keith quickly lapping up her juices. Muse She sat back, spent. "That was incredible," she said, stroking his face. "Thanks. I haven't done that in a long time and I was afraid I'd forgotten how," he confessed. "No, I don't believe you've forgotten a thing," she said, smiling. "Now, what do we do with you?" she asked as she stood up. She picked him up off the floor and pushed him back into the chair, kneeling between his legs. Licks and kisses covered his chest, her mouth moving lower across his hard stomach to the top of his jeans. She undid the fly, kissing lower until her lips brushed against his pubic hair. Turned on, she eagerly pushed his jeans down and his cock stood tall. She saw it was about six inches long, but thicker than any she'd ever seen. Renee caressed it with her hands, spreading the clear fluid seeping from the tip around the head, making it slippery. She leaned in and wrapped her lips around the head, tonguing the hole. Keith moaned. Her hand gripped the base of his shaft, her other rubbed his large balls. Her head bobbed up and down, occasionally pausing at the top to bathe the tip with her tongue. The longer she sucked on his cock the more she wanted him to come in his mouth. She listened as his breathing sped up and sensed his body tensing. "Oh, God, Renee! I'm going to come!" he panted, and gently lifted her head from his groin. Renee shook her head and pushed his hands away as she stuffed his cock back into her mouth. Her movements became faster and Keith moaned louder, low and guttural. Her hand squeezed his balls and warm cum filled her mouth as he cried out. She continued pumping his cock savoring the taste of his sweet cream, and swallowed. He filled her mouth again and again, and each time she swallowed. His cock shrank and she let it slide from her mouth. Keith looked down at her, said, "God! That was amazing!" and lifted her face to his, kissing her, his tongue sliding between her lips. "I've never seen someone come so much," admitted Renee, amazed. "Yeah, sorry about that," he apologized. "I should have warned you." "No problem - I enjoyed every bit." They kissed for a while, he seated in the chair, she on her knees between his legs. Finally, he pulled her to her feet, stood up and, without saying a word, led her upstairs to his bedroom. He pulled off the comforter and laid her down in the middle of the bed on her back. He continued kissing her, over to her ear, down her neck, his hand massaging her breasts. His mouth moved from breast to breast, licking and sucking her nipples, his teeth lightly teasing. He kissed lower, across her flat stomach and between her legs. He passed by her pussy and kissed down her leg, past her knee to her foot. He moved across to her other foot and slowly licked and kissed his way back up her inner thigh until she felt his hot breath on her pussy. She longed for him to eat her out again. She raised her pussy to meet his mouth but he moved away, teasing. He continued kissing around her sex, driving her crazy with desire until she could no longer stand it. She grabbed his head and pushed it roughly into her pussy and he quickly licked her to orgasm. He continued licking her clit and pussy, making her come again and again. She lost track of the number of orgasms she had as her mind became a blur. His licking slowed, then stopped, and she felt him move up her body. She kissed his face, tasting her juices on him and felt his hard cock pressing against her thigh. Impressed, she asked, "Ready again so soon?" Keith smiled. "I love eating pussy - it makes me so hard." "I can't argue with that. Um, we don't need a condom - I'm on the pill," she assured him. "But, if you have one, I'd prefer you use it for the added insurance." "I don't have any," was his answer. "I had a vasectomy five years ago." "Well, what are you waiting for? Fuck me!" Keith knelt between her legs and guided his cock to her love hole. Renee felt her pussy lips stretch as his thick cock slowly entered her. He took his time entering her, allowing the walls of her vagina adjust to his girth. At long last he was fully inside, and started slowly pumping in and out of her. She could hear how wet her pussy was from the slurping noise they were lovemaking made. Soon, his hips sped up, thrusting faster. She wrapped her legs around his body, her heels digging into his buttocks, urging him on. He sat back and put her feet on his shoulders. When he leaned forward, pushing her legs towards her head, she felt him drive deeper than before. His hips moved faster, pounding into her. She felt an orgasm start to build down deep inside her. He continued pumping, her orgasm growing, until he exploded inside her, his whole body rigid. He released her legs and collapsed on top of her and the only sound in the room was the sound of their heavy breathing. He rolled off and wrapped his arms around her. I was so close, she thought as she drifted off to sleep. --------------------------------------- She awoke in the middle of the night to the feeling of his fingers stroking her pussy. They traced the outline of her labia, ran up around her clit and down, parting her lips. The tip of his finger entered her then ran up over her clit, making it slick with her juices. She moaned softly. Keith continued his ministrations, her pussy swelling, opening up to him. Two fingers entered her and curled upward in a "come here" motion, the tips pressing against the roof of her vagina. Sharp pleasure flooded her body as his fingers stroked her from the inside, his thumb lightly rubbing her clit. Renee cried out as she came, her legs clamped down on his hand, her hands clutching the sheets. She relaxed and Keith's fingers slid out. Renee rolled over on her side, facing away from him. He moved up behind her and lifted her leg. His cock pressed against the opening of her pussy and after a moment's resistance, slid silkily into her. Keith slowly rocked his hips as his hand caressed her breasts. She pressed back against him with each thrust, loving how his cock filled her. He fucked her, slowly, until he came, his arm holding her tightly to him. They fell asleep with his cock still in her. --------------------------------------- In the early morning hours, Renee awoke, got up and found the bathroom. When she returned, Keith was lying on his back, asleep. She sat next to him and the coming dawn cast the room in grey light as she admired his body. She marveled at his lines, his lean muscles and the absence of visible fat. Not the body of your typical 40 year old, she thought, running her hand lightly down his chest. She had met Keith through Carla 18 years ago when they started dating. As she got to know him, she became more and more attracted to him. She got a vibe that the attraction was mutual, but neither of them ever gave any indication of how they felt about the other. Renee respected Carla too much to ever make a move on Keith. Over drinks one night, Carla told Renee that Keith had the thickest cock and largest balls she'd ever encountered. "I know it sounds hard to believe," she confided, the alcohol loosening her tongue, "but I can barely take him in my mouth. When he fucks me, my vagina feels stuffed. And," Carla added, her voice low, "when he orgasms, he produces more cum than anyone." Carla saw the skeptical look on Renee's face. "I swear, I'm not making it up. When he comes in my mouth I have to swallow, like, three or four times. Also, he has a quick recovery time - we can fuck several times in about an hour. But, the best part about Keith," she said, leaning closer to Renee, "is how good he is at eating me out. His tongue is so talented he can make me come in under a minute. And, he likes to eat me out right after fucking me. How hot is that?" That night, when Renee was alone, she masturbated to the thought of Keith fucking her and eating her out. It was a fantasy she used frequently over the years. Masturbation Fantasy #4: Keith's Tongue. Now she knew her fantasy was only half as good as the real thing and that Carla had not exaggerated one bit. Eventually, Renee met Jon, fell in love and married. Carla and Keith had kids and the couples saw each other less and less. After two years her own marriage fell apart and Renee moved to Chicago for a fresh start, and was lucky to see Keith and Carla twice in one year. When they did get together, it was as if they'd never been apart. Eventually, they met more often and kept in touch more regularly with e-mail. Then came that awful night last spring when she received the phone call: Carla and the kids were gone, snuffed out of existence in a terrible accident. She left immediately to mourn with the surviving families. Keith was ashen, in shock and barely spoke to anyone the whole time she was there. She longed to stay and take care of him, but she had her own life to get back to in Chicago. She had to settle for taking care of him long distance. Renee phoned him about once a month and checked in more often through e-mail, though his replies were few. His grief was very stark and deep, and she worried that he might never recover. While she had felt good about his visit and the chat they had, she wasn't sure if she'd really helped him or not. Now she knew: she had inspired him. He had called her his muse. She smiled at that thought. Muse. For Renee, the only compliment better than muse was goddess, to be celebrated and worshipped. Maybe her pussy was a goddess - Keith celebrated and worshipped it last night. In return, perhaps his cock was a god and her duty was to serve it. For the first time in her life, she enjoyed swallowing cum. Her experiences with giving head were not good ones. Although she liked the control she had when she was sucking a guy off making him feel so good he came, she wasn't thrilled with the end result: she hadn't liked swallowing; she didn't like the look of disappointment on the guy's face when she spit his cum into a tissue; and she particularly didn't like it if they ejaculated on her face. With Keith, though, these concerns had melted away - she was willing to do it all. She wanted to be the best he'd ever had. The feeling of his balls in her hand as she squeezed, the feeling of her lips stretched around his cock, the way she made him moan her name all excited her. When his cum filled her mouth, she swallowed eagerly, craving more, which he had. She felt a sense of power, making him come - it made her feel closer to him. With one hand she lightly fondled his cock and with the other she stroked her pussy, slipping one finger in her wet slit. She wanted his mouth on her pussy again. Carefully, she straddled his head and gently lowered her body until his lips lightly touched her pussy. Hanging on to the headboard she slowly rubbed her sex in his face, from his chin to his nose. His face became slick as she rubbed. He awoke and she felt his hands on her ass as his tongue ran along her slit, tasting her nectar. His lips kissed her clit, then sucked it into his mouth, his tongue rapidly flicking. Renee gripped the headboard tighter, afraid of losing her balance. Keith, his face soaked, licked rapidly until she came, the orgasm sending spasms through her body. Her legs felt shaky as she slid off his face. Wordlessly, she moved down until her pussy rested on his cock, slowly rocking her hips, running her pussy along his shaft until it, too, was coated with her juices. She grabbed his cock and guided it into her wet hole, slowly impaling her body on it. She fucked him, slowly, the way he had fucked her in the middle of the night, riding him until he came. She laid her head on his chest. "Do you have to go back to Chicago today?" he asked, slowly stroking her hair. "My train leaves at 11AM, but I'm sure I can change that to tomorrow," she replied, her hand rubbing his chest. "Good. We'll check you out of the hotel this morning and I'll show you around town," he offered. They chatted briefly and dozed, and when she awoke she saw it was just after 8AM. She got up, stretched, and used the bathroom. When she returned, Keith was pulling on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Renee asked for an extra large t-shirt to wear, which she put on over her naked body. They went downstairs and ate breakfast - afterwards, she called the train station and changed her reservation to Sunday. They collected their clothes from the living room and headed upstairs. "Besides the house, what other kinds of therapy have you been doing," she asked. He dropped his clothes outside his bedroom door. "I'll show you. Follow me," and led her into the other bedroom. This room was long and rectangular, with several computer systems, a workbench covered with test equipment, electronic parts, wiring, and a soldering iron, and an expensive-looking video camera mounted on a tripod. Keith led her over to one of the computer workstations and motioned for her to sit. Renee took her seat as he launched a program. The large cinematic display was divided into two sections: on the left was a video image of her; the right hand section was dark. She waved to herself and, looking up, noticed a small webcam mounted on top of the monitor. Keith walked over to another workstation and sat down. A moment later, Renee saw his image in the right hand window of her monitor. She waved and he waved back. "I've been working on the side with a friend creating a new webcam and software to run it," he explained. "The image on your left is what your camera is broadcasting. The image on your right is what mine is broadcasting. Now, watch your image." She watched as her camera panned off her and onto Keith. It zoomed in on him until his head filled the pane. Then it panned back, centered on her face and slowly zoomed in. She smiled. The camera tilted down her body to her bare thighs and back up, stopping at her breasts. She watched, as the image of her breasts grew larger until only one was in view. Renee lifted her shirt, exposing it- she laughed and it jiggled. The camera panned back showing both of her naked breasts. She lowered her shirt and turned around to him. "So, you control my camera - that's pretty cool. Can I control yours?" she asked. "Sure. In your right hand window, click on the movie camera icon in the lower right corner," he instructed. She clicked on the icon. "Select 'CONTROL" and you now control my camera. Moving the mouse pans the camera around and the mouse wheel handles the zoom." Renee manipulated the mouse and watched the camera view change. She zoomed in until Keith's ear filled the window. She pulled the camera back and panned it to the right until she saw herself sitting at her computer, watching the flat screen display. She pointed the camera back to Keith. An idea came to her and she aimed it down at his lap. "Don't move," she said huskily, stood up and crossed the room to him. She knelt beside his chair and watched the left hand window on his display as she reached for his crotch, running her hand up under the leg of his shorts until it found his cock. She watched the screen as she rubbed him to full erection. Renee removed her hand, marveling at the image of his tented shorts. Keith laughed. She reached over and tugged at his shorts until they were down at his ankles. His stiff rod and large sac filled screen. Renee leaned in, her eyes on the monitor, watching as she took him in her mouth. She sucked slowly, incredibly turned on by the image of his cock sliding in and out her mouth, pressing against her inner cheek, her lips stretching around his member. She watched as her tongue licked around the tip, making it glisten and when she pulled her head away, a thin strand of saliva hung between her mouth and his cock. Feeling hornier than she had ever felt before, she stood up and removed her shirt. Keith followed suit and she straddled his lap, lowering herself on him. She looked back over her shoulder at the monitor - by craning her neck she could just see their coupled bodies out of the corner of her eye but couldn't get a clear view of the action. Frustrated, she stood and turned around, straddling his legs. Watching the monitor, she grabbed his cock and guided the tip until it pressed against her wet opening. She slowly lowered her body, watching the head of his cock press against her pussy until it slipped inside. Renee placed her hands on his knees to steady herself, her eyes still glued to the monitor, watching her pussy slide down his pole. She marveled at how her pussy lips stretched around his cock, how his shaft gleamed with her juices. She had never seen it from this point of view before, and now she understood why she her pussy felt so tight with Keith - the thickness of his cock looked enormous compared to her love hole. She quickly worked up a rhythm, her hips raising and lowering. Renee paused at an upward stroke and rose up until his cock popped out. Her love tunnel was a round, dark 'O' on the screen poised above his hard shaft. She lowered herself slightly and rose up again, watching just the head of his cock slide in and out, the image on the screen connecting to the feeling between her legs. She did this over and over, until her pussy was bouncing on and off his cock. Keith groaned loudly. She pushed his hands away when they gripped her hips, trying to drive her down on him. She continued bouncing, fascinated by what she was seeing, what she was feeling. Keith groaned again, louder still and reached around to massage her clit with his fingers. His touch felt electric - she stopped bouncing, her muscles tensed as his fingers moved rapidly. Keith seized her hips and brought her down, hard, plunging deep into her. His pelvis thrusted a few times and he yelled out as he came, his hands driving her hips down, impaling her with his cock. His hand moved back to her clit and Renee watched the monitor as his fingers rubbed quickly, pausing occasionally to wet themselves with their combined juices. Keith's left hand caressed her breasts, his thumb and forefinger lightly pinching her nipples and she felt her orgasm coming on strong. His hands continued their magic and she saw a thick trickle of his cum seep out of her pussy and roll down his shaft to his balls. The sight of this pushed her over the edge and she came, her back arching into him, her head lying on his shoulder. He held her for a long time as she sat on his lap, his arms wrapped around her, their breathing loud, his cock still in her pussy. He kissed her cheek, smelling her hair as she rubbed the side of his face with her palm. "Shower time?" asked Keith, finally. She nodded and stood up, watching the screen as his cock slowly slid out of her, coated with both of their juices. Fascinated, Renee reached down and slid her hand along his slick shaft, stroking lazily, her eyes on the monitor. Her fingers wrapped around his thick head, his cum making it slippery. Keith moaned and tried to move her hand away but Renee persisted. He responded by sliding two fingers into her pussy from behind, his thumb pressing against her ass. The pressure of his thumb near her anus made her tremble and her strokes became bolder. He ran his tongue over the cheek of her ass and his cock grew firm in her hand as she squeezed harder, pumping faster. His fingers worked in and out her, faster, matching the speed of her hand, his thumb pressing near her anus. She watched the screen as her hand, coated with his cream, slid up and down his cock, and felt his fingers in her pussy, felt his thumb pressing against her backside. Keith moaned loudly, panting her name. Her hand moved faster, becoming a blur as his fingers stroked her from the inside. She swirled her thumb over the head of his shaft and watched his cum spurt from the opening onto her hand, three, four, five times as she continued rubbing until his hands made her stop. The amount of cum covering her hand was amazing and she brought it to her mouth, licking it up. Muse "Come on, I need a shower," Keith groaned, taking her by the hand and leading her to the bathroom. After a leisurely shower, Renee walked into his bedroom with a towel wrapped around her as Keith started dressing. "You know," she began, kissing him on the mouth. "I think today should be a 'no underwear day.' What do you think?" "For me or for both of us?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her. "Both, I think, bra included." "OK," Keith said slowly. "But I must warn you: it'll be extremely difficult for me to keep my hands off you, especially in public." Renee laughed and they dressed, sans underwear. She noticed his cock was becoming stiff. --------------------------------------- He drove her back to the hotel to check out. Up in her room he helped her pack and, as she was bent over her suitcase finishing, he came up behind her, his arms wrapped around her, kissing the back of her neck. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her ass as his hands wandered over her body, one groping her breasts while the other explored between her legs. She turned her head and kissed him, their tongues mingling. His hands rubbed her nipples through her shirt, his fingers pinching, making them hard. Keith ground his cock against her buttocks. Renee felt desire, warm and wet between her legs. She had to have him, and now! She turned and pulled him to the open bed. He lightly pushed her hands away and laughed, looking at his watch. "No time for fun and games. There's only a few minutes left before checkout," he said, turning to pick up her suitcase. "See you downstairs." He walked out the door, leaving her lying on the bed. Renee stared at this ceiling feeling horny and frustrated, before getting up and following him down to the lobby. Checkout was uneventful except for Renee's burning desire to jump Keith right there. She decided she'd have to wait until they got to his place where she would tear off his clothes the moment they walked through the door and fuck him in the foyer, preferably up against the wall. Instead of driving to his house, however, he took her downtown and parked on the street. "I thought I'd show you around town and maybe we'd get a bite to eat," he suggested, taking no notice of her obvious sexual frustration. Renee reluctantly agreed. They walked around, holding hands as Keith pointed out interesting architecture on the older buildings. She was surprised that a small city like this had such intricate details. Soon they stopped and had lunch at a sidewalk cafe, enjoying the early summer sun. Renee wondered when they'd go home so they could get down to business. Under the table she rubbed his leg with her foot- Keith smiled and patted her hand. Trying to force the issue, she put her hand in his lap, under his napkin, and squeezed the bulge in his pants - he pretended to ignore her advances although the hard cock in his jeans didn't lie. Renee was forced to stop when the waitress returned with the check. Keith paid and they left. As they walked along the shops, Renee was mystified by Keith's actions or, rather, by his inactions. She beginning to feel put off and a little mad when he turned into an artsy curio shop. They browsed, commenting on the quality of some of the pieces and joking about lack of quality of some others. At first, she didn't know why they were there but then she realized that every time Keith reached across her body for an item, his arm would graze her breasts and soon her nipples were erect. Renee looked at him, her eyebrows arched in a questioning manner and he gave her a sly wink. Now she understood, and the game was on. They strolled from shop to shop, browsing, while discovering new ways to tease the other. When no one was looking she would run her fingers over his crotch, tracing the outline of his member, feeling the shape of its head through his jeans. In response, he would lightly caress her buttocks with his fingertips while discussing some item with a shopkeeper. Renee was so horny her nipples ached to be touched, but had some satisfaction knowing Keith's cock was in the same situation. Once, in a crowded store, she held up a t-shirt for him to see. He ran his hands up the garment, pretending to inspect and feel the weight of the material, when his fingers tweaked one of her nipples - Renee gasped and nearly came on the spot. No one seemed to notice. They stopped in front of a love boutique and Keith told her to stay put. He walked in the store and emerged a few minutes later carrying a small brown bag. When asked, he refused to divulge the contents, only telling her it was 'for later.' They walked into a bookstore and Renee momentarily forgot about their game. Keith noticed the look on her face and nodded. "One of the benefits of living in a college town is the great bookstores," he commented, and headed off toward the Engineering section. Renee wandered through the store - she had always loved books. She slowly made her way around until she found the Literature section in the back. She browsed the titles, occasionally pulling one from the shelf and thumbing through it. In this far corner of the store, the silence was heavy - there were no sounds conversations or clinks of cups from the coffee shop - the books swallowed all sound. Keith came up quietly behind her, his hand on her ass, startling her as she read. She smiled as lips grazed the back of her neck. "May I help you find anything?" she asked, as his hand slid down between her butt cheeks. "No, I found what I'm looking for," he answered, and his hand slid up between her legs, rubbing. Just a little farther, Renee thought. You're so close. To encourage him, she reached back for his crotch and squeezed. His hand moved deeper between her legs, his finger exploring. She unsnapped his jeans and reached down the front of his pants. His hand stopped hers and Keith shook his head. "Someone's watching," he said, motioning his head toward the ceiling. Renee looked up where he indicated and saw a dark glass globe in the ceiling concealing a security camera. "I don't want to be banned from my favorite bookstore," he added and buttoned his fly. As they left the Literature section, heading toward the exit, a red-faced clerk hurried past towards the area they just left. They laughed as they walked out into the bright sunlight. "Let's go back to your house now," Renee suggested. Keith shook his head. "Too far, I don't think I can make it. There's another place around the corner that's more secluded and doesn't have surveillance cameras." "Lead on. But," she warned, pointing a finger at him, "I might explode if I don't get some relief soon." He grabbed her hand and they walked briskly around the corner and down a narrow side street. The only business down here that looked open was a used-book store in an old building. Renee looked at Keith, who nodded. They entered and paused a few moments for their eyes to adjust to relative darkness of the shop. When they did, she saw books stacked on floor to ceiling shelves with narrow passageways in between. "May I help you?" asked an elderly gentleman behind a cluttered counter, looking up from his newspaper. "No," Keith replied quickly. "We're just browsing." The clerk eyed them suspiciously as Keith led Renee back through the stacks. The floor creaked under there feet as they wound their way back, away from the clerk. The musty smell of old paper and glue filled their nostrils. They passed a rickety staircase leading up with a hand-lettered sign that read, "History, Reference & Science" and walked to a stairs leading down. Here Keith stopped. "I think the old guy is on to us," he whispered. "Let's split up. I'll browse on the second floor for a few minutes while you look around here. After a bit, head downstairs and I'll meet you in the back of the Literature section." Renee nodded, gave him a quick kiss on the lips and a small squeeze on his cock. He walked back towards the front and she heard each stair groan under his weight as he ascended. She wandered aimlessly, examining books until she turned a corner and saw the counter by the front door. The clerk was watching her, his face expressionless. Nervous, she smiled prettily and his face broke out in a wide grin. He turned back to his paper and resumed reading. She walked slowly up the aisle away from the clerk until he was out of sight before turning towards the basement steps. She paused at the stop and listened: she could hear Keith moving along on the floor above her and nothing else. Quietly, she descended, treading lightly as the stairs let out soft squeaks with each step until she reached the bottom. The basement was even darker, lit by weak fluorescent bulbs hung from the ceiling. Almost the entire lower level was devoted to Literature so she headed for the corner farthest from the stairs. She reached it and looked around - there wasn't another soul here as far she could tell, and the tomes lining the old shelves muffled the sound of the clerk shuffling above her. Her head turned as she heard soft steps descending, followed by the sound of someone walking quietly one or two aisles over. Crouching down, she could see the next aisle through an opening in the books. The seat of Keith's jeans appeared at eye level and they stopped, uncertain about which way to go. She reached out to grab him but paused, afraid that the ass she was about to grab may not belong to Keith. She took a deep breath and grabbed anyway. He jumped, letting out a small yelp. Renee fell backwards with laughter, her hands clamped over her mouth so she wouldn't attract attention. Keith looked around the end of the shelves and down at her, laughing quietly. She looked up at his face, a tear rolling down her cheek. Her smile was replaced with a look of desire as her eyes traveled down his body to the large bulge in his pants. She reached out and touched it, right at eye level, her hand running over its form. She unbuttoned the fly of his jeans, tugging them down to his knees. His cock sprang out, full and hard. In the sickly light she stroked him, her fingers playing over his balls, before running her tongue over the tip. She wrapped her lips around the head, her hand pumping his shaft. Keith put his hands on her head and slowly slid his cock in and out her mouth, her hands caressing his sac. She pulled him out and tongued the hole at the tip. He moaned, put his hands on each side of her face and pulled her up to him. They kissed feverishly, their tongue dancing, her hands stroking his cock. Suddenly, he turned her around, his hands kneading her breasts through her shirt, his fingers lightly pulling on her hard nipples. Renee gasped and again nearly came. His hands moved lower, unsnapping her jeans and pulling at the zipper. His right hand pushed down the front of her pants until he found wetness, fingering her pussy deeply before moving to her clit, rubbing it in little circles. His erection pressed against her buttocks - Renee moved her hips, rubbing his cock deliciously with her ass as he continued fingering her until she came, crying out softly, her breathing ragged. Keith pushed her jeans down to her knees and resumed fingering her clit, his other hand squeezing her breasts, his cock pressed against the crack of her ass. On the floor to their left was a small stepladder used for reaching books on the upper shelves. He pulled it over with his foot and Renee put one foot on the first step, opening her legs in anticipation of his stiff rod. Keith slid his cock between her legs, pressing against the opening of her pussy. Reaching down, Renee spread her labia apart and he entered her hot, velvet pussy that wrapped around his thick cock, squeezing it as he slowly slid into her. His hands continued to manipulate her clit and her nipples, his cock filling her pussy. She felt another orgasm building and came again when Keith lightly pinched her clit. She leaned against the bookshelf in front of her, steadying herself, her knees weak. She noticed that they were in the Erotica section, the shelves containing old volumes of Lady Chatterly's Lover, The Tropic of Cancer, Rapture, Delta of Venus, The Story of O, Fanny Hill and other classics. She wondered if someday she and Keith would be characters in erotic literature. Keith put his hands on her hips and slowly pumped in and out in long strokes, his tempo gradually building. With each thrust, she pushed back against him. With each thrust they moved faster and faster until his balls were slapping against her thighs. Reaching back between her legs, she squeezed his scrotum and contracted her pussy muscles - Keith came, his hot cream spurting, his hips bucking, until he had no more left. Their breathing slowed and he kissed her softly on the back of the neck, holding her, before stepping back - Renee turned around and dropped to her knees, licking and sucking the cum from his cock. She stood up and Keith put his hand between her legs and entered her, his fingers slowly fucking her pussy. He withdrew them and brought them to her mouth - she licked their combined juices from his fingers. Above them, they could hear the old clerk walking slowly, making his towards the back of the store in the direction of the stairs. They dressed quickly and started up the steps as the old man's face appeared above them. "Oh, you're still here. I was about to close up early, it's such a slow day," he wheezed. "We were just leaving," Renee replied, and as she climbed the steps, she could feel more of Keith's cum trickling down her leg. She couldn't suppress a smile. When they emerged onto the sidewalk, the sky overhead was grey and heavy with rain and as they walked back to the car fat cold raindrops pelted them. It increased to a downpour as they ran the last two blocks. They passed four teenage boys huddled under an awning, who stared at her open-mouthed as they ran past. Once in the car, Keith looked at her chest and laughed heartily. Renee looked down and laughed, too, realizing why the boys had stared: her breasts were clearly visible through her wet t-shirt. --------------------------------------- By the time they got to his house they were both chilled. He carried her suitcase up to his room and suggested they take a hot shower to warm up. Renee heartily agreed and stripped out of her wet clothes. In the shower they held each other under the hot spray, letting the warmth sink into their bodies. Keith lathered his hands with soap and lovingly washed her back, his hands moving lower until he was kneading her ass. She hugged him tightly, and felt a soapy finger press against her anus. She purred as his finger slipped inside her up to the first knuckle, gently working against her sphincter. She squirmed with pleasure until his finger slid out. He turned her toward the spray, rinsing off her back. Renee saw he was hard again and took his rod in her hands. Leaning over, she sucked on his cock, her hands massaging his balls. With each upward stroke of her head, she pulled down on his sac. With each downward stroke, she pushed up, so that her chin touched his balls. Soon, Keith was moaning her name. "Renee! God, that feels fantastic! Don't stop, don't stop," he panted, and she continued, proud of the effect she had on him. His legs trembled and his hips shook. She kept sucking until he cried out, hot cum filling her mouth. She swallowed, sucked some more and swallowed again, feeling his body spasm. He lifted her head from his cock and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. She found it incredibly sexy that he would French kiss her right after coming in her mouth. "Turn around," he commanded and she complied, not knowing what he would do next. He kissed the back of her neck, his hands caressing her body, his mouth moving down her body, kissing lower down to the small of her back as he knelt behind her. A light touch from his hands bent her over at the waist, her ass pointed at his face. With a buttock in each hand he leaned in and covered her ass in kisses until he had worked his way down her crack, his hands spreading her cheeks wide. She squealed with delight as his tongue licked her anus, making her squirm. He continued tonguing her ass as he slid first one finger, then two fingers into her pussy. Renee cried out as two of her holes were pleasured simultaneously. His tongue flicked rapidly as his fingers curled, making her hips buck. She pushed her ass harder against his face as his tongue probed her. His fingers stroked the inner roof of her vagina and she came hard, yelling out his name. He licked her anus on more time causing her to flinch before sliding his fingers out. He stood up as she turned to him and held him close, standing under the warm spray for a few more minutes. Renee turned off the water and they stepped from the shower to dry off. She followed him into his room. Keith took off his towel then took hers, throwing both on a chair. He pulled her onto the bed and she saw he was getting hard again. "I'm exhausted. How about a nap?" he suggested. "Sounds great to me," she answered, curling up next to him, her ass pressed against his stiffening cock. In a few short minutes, they fell fast asleep. --------------------------------------- She awoke a couple of hours later to the steady sound of rain drumming against the roof, the room growing dark. Keith was no longer in bed and she heard the faint clatter of pots in the kitchen and music drifted up from downstairs. She got up and looked for clothes to throw on. Her jeans were probably still too wet so that left what she had in her suitcase. She poked through it, but decided that her business clothes were too formal. After a moments thought, she walked naked to the computer room to retrieve the large t-shirt she wore that morning. She found it, lying on the floor next to the chair. She walked over to retrieve it and, looking at the computer, wondered if the webcam was still on. She moved the mouse to deactivate the screen saver and saw the video picture of the chair in the left hand pane. With the mouse she clicked on the camera icon in the left window and saw she could control the webcam. She stood in front of the computer and panned the camera up until it was centered on her pussy. She absently stroked her pubic hair, mesmerized by the look of her sex. With her fingers she spread her lips and could see the pink insides. Aroused, she lightly rubbed her clit savoring the delicate pleasure. She shook her head and picked up the shirt, pulling it on. She turned to leave the room but stopped when she saw the large video camera on the tripod. Renee looked at it thoughtfully before turning off the light and leaving the room. Downstairs, she found Keith in the kitchen working on dinner. His back was to her and he was wearing old, ripped jeans that hugged his ass perfectly. She admired the view for a moment before announcing her presence. "Hey, there. Want a hand?" she asked, walking in. Keith turned and smiled. "Sure, you can cut the bread. The sauce is done but the pasta has a few minutes to go." He looked at what she was wearing. "Ready for bed?" Renee laughed, and explained her clothing situation. He told her the wet clothes were in the dryer and were likely ready. He left to go to the basement to retrieve them. She had finished slicing the bread when he returned, clothes in arms. She stripped off the large t-shirt as Keith ogled her body. She liked the way he looked at her when she was naked, his eyes worshipping her. He dropped to his knees and pushed his face into her pussy, kissing and licking. Renee leaned back against the counter, her hand stroking his hair, sighing as he ate her. They were interrupted by a timer going off signaling the pasta was ready, and Keith stopped before she came. Muse "Sorry," he mumbled, standing up. "To be continued?" Renee nodded, pulled on the warm clothes and set the table as he sauced the pasta. Keith set the serving bowl on the table and turned to her. She pushed him back against the wall, their lips locked together and their tongues dancing. Reaching down, Renee undid the front of his jeans, pushing them past his hips. Kneeling, she took him in her mouth, pumping his shaft expertly with her hand as she sucked - Keith moaned her name softly. Suddenly she stood up and walked to her seat at the table. "To be continued," said Renee, simply. "Let's eat before the food gets cold." Grinning, Keith pulled up his jeans. "I see, tit for tat," he said, sitting down to her right. --------------------------------------- After dinner, they sat at the table talking while he rubbed her feet that were in his lap. "What's the big video camera for," she asked, "the one on the tripod?" "Oh, I've been dabbling in shooting videos, another creative venture," he explained, turning slightly red. "I've only done one piece so far and it's not quite ready. I don't know if it ever will be." "When you're finished, will you show it to anyone?" "I was thinking I might show on cable access, but I don't know." "Will you show it to me? Tonight?" "Sure, just help me clear the table first." They cleared the table and put the leftovers in the fridge. After the dishwasher was loaded, they headed up to the computer room. Keith sat down at his workstation and brought up a video program. He loaded the file as Renee brought the other chair over to sit next to him. The video started and she saw it was of some of the architecture he had showed her earlier in the day, set to Mozart. Details from buildings old and new appeared on the screen as music filled the room. After about eight minutes, it was finished. Renee clapped heartily. "That was beautiful! You have to show it, to share it!" she gushed. "It's getting close," he blushed. "I'm still shooting some footage, I'd like to make it longer." She asked questions about the filming and editing and Keith answered them carefully. When she had exhausted the topic of the video, she asked, "Have you shot anything else?" "No." "Have you," she slowly asked, "ever thought about video taping two people having sex?" He laughed and shook his head. "No, the thought never occurred to me." "Would you be willing to film us having sex? I mean, it would just be for us, not for cable access." "Um, yeah - well," he stammered, "I can do that if you want. I, uh, I can set it up in the bedroom." They spent the next twenty minutes moving and setting up the equipment. Renee lounged on the bed, striking seductive poses as Keith worked with a light meter to set the camera properly. He decided against extra lighting as it would heat up the room too much. As it was, the air was already thick and warm, foretelling the coming of a thunderstorm. When everything was set, he sat down on the bed next to her. "If, at anytime, you feel uncomfortable about this and want it to stop, just say the word," he said seriously. She nodded. He continued, "OK. I don't want to direct the action or anything, I just think it should look natural so, the best advice I have is to ignore the camera - don't look at it, don't perform for it, be yourself, just put it out of your mind. Any questions?" "Just one: what did you buy today at that love boutique?" Keith sprang from the bed to his dresser. From a drawer he pulled out the brown bag and from the bag he pulled a bottle of cinnamon scented massage oil. She took the bottle from him and examined it. She opened it and took a sniff - a light scent of cinnamon hung in the air. Approving, she set it on the nightstand as Keith turned on the ceiling fan to stir the heavy air. Thunder rumbled in the distance. He moved to the camera. "OK, here we g-" "Wait!" she said suddenly. "Should we start out with our clothes on or should we be naked?" "I think 'clothes on' would be more sensual," he replied. "Are you ready?" She nodded. "Here we go," and he started recording. He walked over to the side of the bed and pulled her to her feet. The kissed, slowly at first, savoring each other's mouth but soon they were kissing passionately, almost frantically, their hands pawing at each other. She pulled his shirt off and kissed his nipples as he cradled her head. Keith pulled her shirt off quickly, his hands caressing her bare back. He kissed and licked his way down to her breasts where he sucked and nibbled. Renee closed her eyes and moaned softly in pleasure. His hands worked at the front of her jeans, pulling them down over her hips until they pooled at her feet. She stepped out of them and pushed Keith onto the bed as lightning flashed far off. He lay on his back as she straddled his body, leaning over him and kissing his neck. Her pussy rubbed against his jean-clad cock. His hands reached for her breasts but she pushed them away. She kissed lower, sucking on his nipples as her hand ran over his chest. Lower still, she kissed, across his abdomen until her mouth was at the top of his jeans. She unsnapped his fly and her mouth moved lower, licking and kissing. She tugged his jeans off, exposing his erection. With one hand she held his rod while she kissed around the base and down to his balls. He groaned at the feeling of her tongue on his sac. She raised her head and took his cock in her mouth, slowly, methodically sucking him off, her hand slowly pumping his shaft in concert with her mouth. Keith could feel the pressure building in his balls. He didn't want to come yet but he didn't want her to stop, either. She worked her tongue up and down his shaft, bathing it before sitting up abruptly. "Roll over," she commanded, and Keith rolled over. Renee took the bottle of oil, opened it and squeezed some onto his back. She rubbed the oil into his skin, massaging his muscular neck and shoulders. As she worked her way down his back, thunder rolled over them, closer this time. She passed by his ass and massaged down one leg to his foot before moving over to the other and slowly working her way back up. At the top of his leg she poured more oil onto her hands before massaging his buttocks. She rubbed up one cheek and down the other as her hands made their way between his thighs. Keith had never felt harder than he felt at that moment. With one hand she rubbed oil on the underneath of his balls. He raised his hips slightly and she massaged his entire sac causing him to moan into his pillow. She continued for several minutes before telling him to roll over again. He lay on his back and she straddled him, her wet pussy resting on his hard cock, pressing against her opening. His rod felt strained, ready to burst. Renee squeezed oil onto his body and rubbed his arms and chest, taking her time to work her way down his abdomen. The tip of his cock entered her slightly as she rubbed his upper body. She sat back and another inch slid into her. Her hips gyrated, taking in more of him before she moved off and down his body, massaging around his erection, avoiding it. His cock screamed to be touched. She rubbed lower, past his aching balls, down one leg and up the other. Finally, her hands reached his sac. Renee artfully rubbed and teased his scrotum, watching the expression on his face as he looked at her, eyes pleading, begging for relief. She laughed and ran one oil-slickened finger up the underside of his cock and around the tip, pressing against the hole. With both hands she enveloped his erection and ran them up and down his shaft. Keith moaned louder as her hands moved rhythmically, bringing him closer to orgasm. One hand moved down to his sac as she ran her tongue around the head, tasting his salty musk spiced with cinnamon. Her mouth slid down on him, warm and wet, her hand squeezed his balls. He watched her head bob up and down, and loved the way her full lips wrapped around his thick cock. Her hand pulled and pushed on his sac and his pending orgasm grew. Renee sucked and pulled, her mouth pumping and she felt his hips twitch. She smiled around his cock, knowing he was close. She moved briskly, milking his rod with her mouth. "I'm going to come, Renee! Oh, God! Yes! I'm going to come!" he shouted. Renee pulled his cock out of her mouth, the hand holding his shaft still. Keith made a noise like a whimper and pleaded for her to finish him off. With a sly smile on her face, she shook her head slowly and he groaned. As he watched, her tongue snaked out of her mouth and licked the underside of the tip - his cock twitched sharply. She did it again and again, continuing to tease his throbbing rod, repeatedly bringing him to edge of coming before quickly backing off - each time his moans became louder. Frustrated, his hands reached for her head to pull her down to his aching member. Renee pushed them away. He reached for his cock and started to masturbate but she forced his hands away and held them down on the bed. She looked him in the eyes, opened her mouth and slowly lowered her head toward his cock. Keith could see it move rhythmically with each beat of his heart. Her lips enveloped the tip and slid slowly down his shaft, her tongue undulating. Her eyes fixed on his, her hands holding his hands, she quickly bobbed her head, once again bringing him to the brink before releasing his cock from her mouth. Again, he begged her for relief - his cock felt strained, his balls heavy, as if they were about to burst. Slowly, she lowered her head, her mouth closed on his cock and bobbed quickly but stopped before he came. Again, her lips wrapped around his thick member and this time he pushed his hips upward trying to drive his rod into her mouth. Renee moved back, shaking her head slowly, smiling. She tongued just the tip, and his moans turned to grunts and groans sounding ancient, wild and feral. His cock throbbed as he watched her moisten her lips. Leaning in, she kissed him, closed mouth, on just the tip and lightly sucked, before slowly drawing him into her mouth deeper and deeper until his cock pressed against the back of her mouth. She slowly withdrew until her teeth lightly dragged over the head then moved back down on his shaft. Her head raised and lowered with an increasing tempo. At the top of each stroke, Keith expected her to slide his cock out but she didn't, she continued moving faster and faster. This time, when he raised his hips, pumping his cock into her mouth she didn't resist - she moaned and bobbed her head faster, driving him past the point of no return. His body stiffened as he exploded in her mouth. She swallowed and continued sucking, feeling him spurt over and over again, cum running from the corner of her mouth down his cock. Keith's hips bucked as he repeatedly came, Renee swallowing as quickly as she could, amazed at the quantity of cum. At last, his huge load was spent and she sucked his cock clean and gently licked his cream from his balls. She moved up his body and lay on him as he kissed her, his tongue mingling with hers. They kissed for several minutes and he eagerly sucked her tongue in his mouth. She felt her pussy grow wetter. He rolled her over onto her back and sat up, reaching for the bottle of oil. He oiled up his hands before drizzling some on her stomach. The oil felt cold against her hot skin. Lightning flashed outside and heavy, thudding thunder followed a few seconds later, shaking the house. Keith massaged her arms first, moving slowly to her chest, his large hands kneading her skin like bread dough. He admired the athletic tone of her body, her muscles defined but not large. Her breasts looked bigger due to her slim build, two soft mounds afloat on her bronze skin, her nipples sharp and erect, pointing at the ceiling. His hands massaged around the base of her breasts, one for each hand, kneading the flesh. Renee's nipples felt strained and longed to be touched. His fingers pressed around her dark areolas moving closer. She gasped when his finger lightly brushed her left nipple. His fingers danced across her nipples, barely touching, teasing them. He resumed kneading, hands firm on her breasts. His thumbs rubbed her nipples and she moaned. Her clit felt full, swollen, and she imagined what a man's hard-on must feel like. Keith massaged down to her stomach, noticing the faint definition of the abdominal muscles as his hands worked the oil into her skin. He explored lower, to her pelvis, avoiding her pussy for now, to her thigh, kneading the muscles, fingers pressing deep into the tissue. He moved lower until he was massaging the bottom of her left foot. Renee closed her eyes relishing the feel of his fingers on the soles of her feet. He moved over and massaged her right foot, her ankle, her calf, her lower thigh, her upper thigh his hands dangerously close to her sex. He oiled his hands once again and carefully massaged around her pussy. Renee had never felt so aroused - she wanted his hands rub her, fuck her to orgasm. She knew that the slightest touch in the right spot would crack the dam holding her orgasm back. He rubbed around her outer lips, down below her pussy and up above her clit, his fingers pushing her skin, making it rub, then pull back against her clit. Lightning flashed and the thunder crashed, closer now. Keith lowered his face to her pussy and she could feel his hot breath on her skin. His hands continued to massage around her wet slit, his finger parting her labia and she felt his soft breath on her genitals. She lifted her hips to meet his mouth but his face moved away, his hands still massaging. She was ready, ready for her orgasm to split open and spill from her, waiting for his touch or his kiss or his lick to release her. Instead, he sat back and rolled her over onto her stomach. Renee groaned in frustration of gratification delayed and felt the cold oil drizzle on her back. Keith straddled her body, lightly sitting on her ass. She could feel his balls resting on her buttocks and felt his cock was hard again. She squirmed beneath him and felt his stiff rod slide along her crack. She squirmed again, hoping to entice him with her ass but he sat up, lifting his genitals off her. Strong hands rubbed her neck and back, kneading the muscles until the tension in them melted away. Fingers pressed along her spine, running up and down her back, until they stopped on her lower back, working the muscles there. She felt her hips relax and sink into the bed, the urgency of her orgasm melting away. His hand rubbed down the back of one thigh and up the other. She heard him dispense more oil and the next instant felt his hands squeezing her buttocks. Keith massaged every inch of her exposed ass and down between her cheeks. His hand moved between her legs, massaging the sensitive skin between her vagina and anus, causing her orgasm to flare up again, hot and urgent. Two fingers moved lower, slick with oil, and entered her pussy. His hand moved slowly, massaging her from the inside as she rocked her hips. He continued stroking and she felt his thumb press against her anus. Renee moaned with pleasure this time, feeling his thumb rub around and across her bunghole. She lifted her hips in response, his thumb pressing firmly, meeting resistance, until, little by little, it slid in. Keith shifted his position and with his free hand pulled her hips back toward him. She got up onto her hands and knees as his hand continued its slow movements, and each time his hand moved into her she pushed back, driving his thumb deeper. Her moaning was deep and primal. She felt his fingers and thumb slip out and the thick head of his cock press against the opening of her pussy, sliding in. Keith slowly pushed in, her vagina stretching around his member. He gently pushed her head down onto the bed so her ass was sticking up and Renee felt his thumb slip into her ass again. Each time he withdrew his cock his thumb pressed deeper; each time his thumb pulled out his hips thrust forward. Renee felt her senses slip away as lightning crashed frequently and she couldn't tell the difference between thunder shaking the house or her own body shaking in pleasure. She concentrated on Keith pumping her pussy and working her ass, dimly aware of the sounds coming from her mouth. He pulled out, stood at the foot of the bed and pulled her to him. He rolled her onto her back, lifted her legs and placed her feet on each side of his face, her hips hanging over the edge. He slid into her, deep, and began thrusting quickly. He held her thighs firmly as his meat pounded her and she felt an intense sensation as his cock rubbed against the roof of her pussy. A flash of lightning filled the room and thunder roared. She felt his cock hitting that magical spot again and again. Renee moaned louder with each thrust, feeling her self-control slip away with every stroke. Sweat glistened on their bodies as thunder roared in her ears and the earth shook. She screamed when her orgasm hit her like a huge wave, washing over her mind, wiping out all thoughts but the pleasure between her legs. The wave receded, he continued thrusting and she quickly came again. Her body was rocked by a third orgasm before Keith's body shook as he finally came, and he let go of her legs, slipping out of her. She sat up quickly and brought his cock to her mouth, licking his cum greedily. She sucked him lovingly, her hand gently squeezing his balls, desperate to get every drop of his cream. Her tongue bathed the head until he pulled her off and pushed her back onto the bed. He knelt on the floor between her legs and gently lapped their combined juices from her pussy. She propped herself up on her elbow to watch as he ate her, draping one leg over his shoulder, the heel of her foot pressing against the back of his head, urging him on. He sucked on her clit and an electric current surged through her. His tongue flicked across her clit again and again until she came. She pulled his head away from her crotch and whispered, "Thank you." "No. Thank you," he said, crawling into bed next to her. She lay with her head on his chest, her hand absently playing with his semi-hard cock, his hand stroking her hair. Rain drummed steadily against the roof - the storm outside had moved on, the lightning distant and the thunder receding. She continued fondling him and after a few minutes saw that he was getting harder. She searched the bed, found the massage oil and applied some liberally to her hand. She laid her head on his lower stomach and stroked his cock, watching as it grew to its full hardness, inches from her face. Her hand pumped up and down, occasionally twisting on his shaft, eliciting soft moans from Keith. Renee felt his hands on her head, urging it downward. She shook her head and continued jacking him off, staring intently at the tip. Clear liquid seeped out, her hand moved faster and the only sound in the room was the wet noise of her lubricated hand pumping his cock quickly. Keith panted, and his hands urged her head down again. Once more, she shook him off, wanting to watch as he came again. Her hand twisted and stroked, twisted and stroked until he cried out as cum shot from his cock. Quickly she aimed it at her face, her hand still pumping, fascinated as some cum landed on her cheek before she aimed the rest in her mouth. When he was finished, she licked his rod, cleaning it before lapping his cream from her hand. She cleaned the last bit of cum from her cheek with her finger and stuck it in her mouth. Renee climbed up next to him and saw he was drifting off to sleep. She got up to turn out the lights and noticed the video camera in the corner. I'd forgotten all about it, she thought. An Oscar winning performance, if I do say so myself. She blew a kiss into the lens before turning off the camera and the lights, made her way to the bed and curled up against Keith. I can't wait to watch it. Muse Freddie hires a Muse to help him write an Anal story. "Hey, Freddie, how you doin'? Long time no see." "Hi, Vinnie, how are you?" "You wanna go get a beer and catch up on what's happening in the old neighborhood." "Gee, Vinnie, I'd like to but I have an appointment." "Appointment? What'd you have a girlfriend on the side?" "Nah, today is my day to see my Muse." "Your wha?" "My Muse, she helps me to write." "So, you do have a girlfriend on the side." "Nah, she's just a Muse and our relationship is purely professional. I pay her for her time to help me write my stories." "Oh, so, what is she like a special kind of hooker for writers?" "Hooker? No, she's a Muse, m-u-s-e, she helps me to think and to focus my thoughts. She gives me inspiration with my writing and helps me to write my stories." I looked at Vinnie staring back at me with a blank expression. "I use her when I am writing a story that I am not too sure about. I use her when I want to write a story about a select topic but do not have enough experience or information to write a story that rings true. You know what they say, write what you know. Well, I need a story about anal sex? And I've never had anal sex. So, it is difficult for me to write an anal sex story, which is why I use a muse." It was obvious that Vinnie had stopped listening to my speech long ago. "Anal wha?" "Anal sex, Vinnie, anal sex." "You mean that gay shit where they do the Hershey Highway?" "Nah, you know, like what the Eskimos do out in the in Igloo." "Eski who in Iglo what? "Eskimos, Vinnie. Surely, you know what an Eskimo is, don't you? They are aboriginal people who inhabit the circumpolar regions of the planet and they live in Igloos, houses made from ice. Eskimos enjoy anal sex in their Igloos." "Oh, yeah, that, sure, I know, Eskimos in Igloos, right. They are those people who have those hairy dogs, Huskies, with the dogsleds and they wear those big furry coats that make them look like polar bears." "Well, yeah, I guess." "So, this Muse, what does she do?" "Well, she reenacts the scenes of the story that surround the particular theme that is giving me the most trouble. In doing so, she gives me the realism to write and, in that way, I can write what I know because through her help, I have experienced it through reenactment. Most times, it is a fun process. Most times, I leave there with an abundance of material to use to develop my storyline." "So, using this anal sex, you mean, you're gonna fuck her up the ass?" "No, we just reenact the theme of the story. It's like a play. It's all make believe. The reenactment of it gives me fodder for thought." "Fodder? Just when I think I get one thing, you give me something else." "Fodder is like food for thought, that's all." "Yeah, okay. And this reenact thing, I get it, now. I reenact sexual relations with my wife once a month unless she gets a sudden headache. I think I know what you mean, Freddie, this reenactment stuff, only sometimes, it doesn't workout so good." "Yeah, I know what you mean, Vinnie." "So, can I come with you to this here Muse to see for myself what she does? Maybe, I could use a Muse sometime when I am trying to think about somethin'." "Like what, Vinnie? What do you ponder?" "Ponder? I don't know about ponder. I don't do none of that stuff, I'm talkin' about thinkin' when I struggle with my thoughts, you know." "Yes, of course, such as, the ideas that you ponder, er think about that you cannot work your way through it yourself." "Such as, should I buy a new Caddy or a new Lincoln? I've been pondering about that for a while now. I could use your Muse to reenact that." "I'll tell you what. I'll tell her about your problem and I'll give you a call." "You'd do that for me?" "Sure." "Thanks Freddie. You're a swell guy." "No problem, Vinnie. It's my pleasure. Oh, and by the way, unless you want a real car like a BMW, buy the Caddy." "BM what?" "Buy the Caddy, Vinnie." "Hey, I like this Muse thing. See, it works. Now, I ponder no more which car to buy." I ran into Vinnie the following week and he bought a new Lincoln. So, because of my impromptu meeting with Vinnie, I was a few minutes late for my appointment with my Muse. She had started without me. She charges by the hour regardless if I am there or not. Today, she had arranged for a supermarket scene as my reenactment for my anal story. I had no idea what a supermarket had to do with an anal story but I figured what the Hell, she has helped me in the past and she can't always be on target. Still, I gave her the benefit of my doubt and presented myself in the scene reading the script that she wrote as I acted it. The scene starts with me entering the frozen meat aisle with a loaf of French bread protruding out the front of my shopping cart. An attractive woman, a redhead, in a very short, and very revealing dark green and light green vertically striped mini-skirt standing across from me is leaning over the meat case trying to reach the fresher hamburger buried beneath the packages of meat that have an older date. I catch a quick flash of her panty as she leans over a little too far with her dress a little too short. A shopper in a hurry to squeeze by me bumps my cart knocking it towards the woman leaning over the meat case. My loaf of French bread bumps her in her ass crack and, as she stands and I pull away, my French bread travels up her mini-skirt and lodges itself between her legs. "Yeow!" She turns swiping my French bread away from her ass with her hand and looking behind her to see who tried to stick something up her ass. "Sorry," I said. "That woman," I said pointing to an empty aisle, as the woman had already rounded the corner, "bumped my cart sending my French bread right up your ass. Please forgive me." The woman stares down at my crotch before focusing on my French bread. "You need to be more careful with that thing," she said staring again at my growing erection. I had a sick feeling in my stomach that she thought that I had humped her with my cock. After my French bread nearly impaled her shapely ass, I couldn't wait to go home and make a sandwich. "Yum." I return my attention back to reading the script. Embarrassed, I leave the aisle and head to the hardware section. A flyswatter catches my eye and I lift it off the rack. I decide to try it out. Actually, I have no idea why I tried it out. Flyswatters are fairly foolproof. No one returns a flyswatter because it does not work. Nonetheless, I gave it a good swat, unbeknownst to me, just as the woman in the short mini-skirt passes by my shopping cart. "Swat!" I hit her on the ass so hard with the flyswatter that it echoed in the store. Matter of fact, I hit her ass so hard that her skirt lifted with the wind of the swat exposing her panties. Then, somehow the flyswatter's price tag caught itself on the hem of her mini-skirt and as I tried to retrieve the flyswatter, I accidentally pulled her skirt up with the flyswatter. When I realized that her mini-skirt was above her waist giving me a clear view of her white, bikini panty, I dropped the flyswatter. I watched as the flyswatter dangled precariously from the hem of her skirt. She had to lift her hem to undo the fly swatter. "You could turn around," she said giving me a dirty look, "at the very least, instead of staring at my panty." "Sorry," I said turning around and facing a mirrored display of sunglasses, which gave me a perfect view of her with her skirt lifted waist high, as she untangled the flyswatter. I was transfixed watching her remove the flyswatter. I could not help but watch her. It was so hot to see this voluptuous redhead standing behind me with her skirt raised to her waist and her panty exposed for my viewing pleasure. "Did you plan this just so you could get a good look at my panty?" She said looking at me watching her in the mirror. "No, no, not at all. Oh, God, no. I'm so sorry." Immediately, my face turned red. I was so embarrassed. What could I possibly say to this poor woman? First, I impaled her with my French bread, which she thought I humped her with my cock, and then I swatted her ass with my flyswatter lifting her skirt and exposing her panty, and now I stared at her bikini panty, as she untangled the flyswatter from her skirt. What the Hell is wrong with me? I decided to return to the fruit and vegetable section. I figured that way this woman would be on the other side of the store shopping while I was as far away from her as I could get in this huge supermarket. After these embarrassing incidences, I did not want to be near her. "Today, we are having a special sale on watermelons. For the next hour, all of our watermelons are half price," crackled a voice over the loudspeaker. Hey, this is great, watermelons on sale. I walked by them before without even looking at them because there was no way that I was paying almost six bucks for a watermelon. I remember when I was a kid; watermelons were one of the cheapest foods you could buy, a few cents a pound. Not now, that is, until today. I found the section of watermelons and took my time picking one out. I pride myself in knowing how to select the perfect watermelon. I feel them, smell them, and then shake them. So, there I was feeling, smelling, and shaking watermelons searching for the best watermelon to bring home with me. Only, along comes (insert name it reads on the script). I see from here on my script that my Muse wants me to adlib. I guess she figures that she has given me enough inspiration. Now, it is up to me to write the rest of this story. Let's see. Okay, oh, yeah, I know. So, there I am feeling, smelling, and shaking watermelons when lo and behold along comes, who else, Vinnie. "Hey, Freddie, I thought you were going to see your Muse." "I was, I mean, I did already, now I'm shopping for watermelons. They just announced that they are on sale, half price, so long as you buy it within the hour." So, there I was distracted talking to Vinnie while mindlessly feeling, smelling, and shaking watermelons when all of a sudden, this woman, yeah, the one with the French bread, the flyswatter, the mini-skirt, the bikini panty, and the mirrored display, suddenly, slaps me across the face. "Pervert!" The slap shocked me. I looked down and I had been feeling, smelling, and shaking her ass instead of a watermelon. I mean, her mini-skirt was the same color and striped design of a watermelon. "Is that your Muse? Is this a reenactment? Are you reenacting?" "No, Vinnie, she is not my Muse, this is not a reenactment, and I am not reenacting. I don't even know the woman." "Don't know the woman? Then, I don't think you should have been feeling, smelling, and shaking her ass like that." I was so upset that I left my shopping cart filled with groceries in the store and went out to my car. My hands were shaking. I can't believe this woman slapped me in public and called me pervert. I mean, everyone in the entire store turned around and leered at me. Even dimwitted Vinnie thinks that I am a pervert. Now, I can never go to that store again and they are the only store that carries my cinnamon and sugar character man, you know, the one in the plastic bottle in the shape of a teddy bear or a dog. Oh, never mind. Anyway, I was so upset that I dropped my car keys. Fortunately, I spotted them just beneath my car bumper. When, I bent down to retrieve them and stood back up, my ass bumped and rubbed the ass of, yeah, of course, wouldn't you know it, that same woman. Hey, I couldn't make this shit up even if I wrote it myself. "Listen," she said. "I know you are not a pervert and I apologize for slapping across your face in the store and calling you a pervert." Well, that confession made me feel a little better. "Thank you," I said. "It was just—" "Are you anal?" "Pardon? Anal? No, I'm not a Virgo, I'm a Leo the Lion." "Oh, so you are a comedian, too. Anal," she said, again. "Are you, you know, looking for some ass play? Are you looking for anal sex?" "Anal sex? With you? Oh, dear God, no." Suddenly, she got this look on her face like I had just slapped her across her face. "Oh, I didn't mean that in the way that it sounded. I'm just not into anal sex. I've never had anal sex but if there is anyone who I would love to bone up the ass with my loaf of French bread, it is you." "Well, thank you," she said batting her eyelashes at me. "And I would love to have you bone me up my ass with," she looked down at the impression my sub roll made in my pants, "your big boner." "Only, I have a girlfriend and I don't think she would appreciate it if I cheated on her and had anal sex with you. Trust me, as much as I would love to lift up your mini-skirt, pull down your white, bikini panty, bend you over your car, and give it to you good up the backside, I cannot be unfaithful to my girlfriend." "Oh, Honey, move out of the dark ages. Anal sex is not considered cheating? Sweetheart, anal sex is not even considered sex." "Seriously?" "Truly. Anal sex is on par with blowjobs and handjobs. It is perfectly okay for a woman to give a man a handjob and/or a blowjob, so long as the man does not cum and repays her the favor and responds in kind by giving the woman anal sex." "No kidding. I never knew that. All this time, I would have loved getting a handjob and/or a blowjob from a hot woman, especially if all that I had to do, not to make it a non-cheating affair, was not to cum off and to bone her up the ass." "See, all this time, you've been missing out, Sugar." She walked over to me wiggling her ass and I caressed her round backside with my hand. "Is there a sexual rule book with all of this non-sexual information?" "Yes, there is." "Where can I get a copy?" "Well, the only copy that I know that exist is in the Clinton Library. It is displayed with his cigar and Monica Lewinsky's blue, stained dress." "Interesting," I said suddenly getting excited at the thought that this very sexy siren would willingly give me a handjob and/or a blowjob so long as I fucked her up the ass. "Where can we do this?" "Well, we can go to my car. I have a four door." She looked at me. "Which would you like a handjob or a blowjob?" "I'd like both if you don't mind. I mean you could start off giving me a handjob and finish me off with a blowjob." "Okay." She took me in the back seat of her car, unzipped my fly, pulled out my cock, and started stroking me. I could not believe this hot redhead was giving me a handjob. Her hand felt so good around my cock. Then, she took me in her mouth. She was giving me an incredible blowjob. Between the handjob and the blowjob, I did not care that I did not do the food shopping, as my girlfriend had asked me to do. Oh, my God, it took everything that I had not to cum in her mouth. But, rules are rules and she told me that I could not cum, otherwise it would be considered sex and considered cheating. In order not to cum, I thought of the Red Sox losing the pennant race to the Yankees. Thinking about that dire scenario was enough to nearly make me lose my erection. Now, to complete this transaction, I lifted her mini-skirt, and pulled down and removed her panty. I first inserted my finger in her ass and then stuck my finger in my mouth to wet it so that I could lube up her asshole. Boy that was a mistake. I should have stuck my finger in my mouth first before I stuck it up her ass. I need to remember that in the future. Then, I inserted my cock deep inside her ass and started humping her like the dog that I am. We were going at it like dogs in heat. I was really slamming her head against the car door and the car was shaking and dancing on its shocks. I have to admit, I was missing out with this anal sex shit because this wasn't so bad fucking a woman up the ass, especially one as hot as she was. Truth be told, I was having a good time fucking her up the ass. "Freddie! What the Hell are you doing? Freddie!" There standing outside her car window was my girlfriend. She had seen my car parked next to this woman's car, God, I didn't even ask her name, and saw me boning her up the ass in the back seat of her car. "It's okay, Honey," I said waving to her with a smile, "I'm just fucking her up the ass. This is not cheating. This isn't even sex." I winked at her. "She already gave me a handjob and a blowjob but, under the Clinton handbook of sexual etiquette, I did not cum." Quickly, I pulled my cock out of her ass, pulled up my pants, and stepped out of the car to give my girlfriend a kiss and a hug. She kicked me hard in the balls. "Don't worry, Honey," she said. "Per Hillary Clinton's book of sexual revenge, you won't be able to have sex for a while." Apparently, she knew nothing about anal sex not being sex at all. Apparently, she is living in the dark ages. As soon as I can walk, once I regain my voice, right now it is higher than Michael Jackson's, and once my balls fall back down to where they were, I plan on explaining the facts of life to her. Only, I think, before I talk to her about anal sex, I'm going to invest in a steel cup. I keep trying but I'm just not having any luck with this anal sex. Muse Fight Hello, fellow Lit Fans! I know it's been a while since I submitted anything, and here is why: As a noob to Literotica, I started having doubts about my erotica writing, and that started me wondering about what I could be doing better. To help me answer these questions, I turned to my muses. The following story is what they had to say about it. If you agree with them or have your own ideas, please let me know! I appreciate any feedback that will help me write stories you'll love to read! Also, thank you for taking the time to read it, vote, or comment! ________________________________________ "You're doing it all wrong," she says. Well, that'll kill a mood. She could be talking about a great many things, and by telling me at this particular moment, she isn't exactly stroking my ego. You see, I'm naked between her legs. I have my head buried between her silky-smooth, muscular thighs. Only a moment ago, she was boxing my ears, flexing those tight, creamy dark appendages around my head, but, now, she has sort of butterflied herself open, relaxing them with her knees open, on the bed. Normally, this would accentuate her beautifully landscaped mound, her wet, pink lips, and her engorged clit. Now, it's more like the fight has gone out of those legs, and they hang listless, like sails with no wind. The fact that her exciting pink meat is so exposed is sort of a depressing side-note. I had been working her slit with my tongue, tantalizing each fold with the very tip, teasing myself by building her impending orgasm. I had been purposely staying just near but not quite at her shiny little bead of pleasure for the last few minutes, because I knew it was how she liked it. The last time I had glanced up at her face, her dark brown, almond-shaped eyes had been fluttering closed then flashing open, unfocused. Now, suddenly and disconcertingly, those eyes are boring into mine with laser-like clarity. And just what the hell did she mean I'm doing it all wrong? "Nobody cares about other people's dreams, even if they do contain my own tight little twat. Nobody cares, because they aren't interesting, and they especially don't care if they have no plot, character development, or even theme. What were you thinking, publishing that piece of garbage?" Well, if the mood was killed before, it's beaten to a pulp, now. My bruised ego has taken a few shots as well. "Well," I pull myself up a few inches, fold my hands over her flat little tummy, and rest my chin on them. I continue to lazily rub my thumb in circles over her clit hood. If there is a way to salvage this moment, I don't want to be too far off task. "I guess I was only thinking about you. I wanted the world to know that I had found my sexy, little muse." I smile my most winning smile. Amy Lee, my Asian dream girl, rolls her eyes at me. "What? I finally found something worth writing about!" "Well, if you're going to write about me, at least write something good. Otherwise, forget it!" Ouch. "Well, I liked it," a voice with a heavy French accent floats from a spot vaguely at the back of the room, slightly over my left shoulder. "Of course, you did, you encouraged her to post it!" Amy sighs, projecting her voice nowhere in particular. "Well, it was kind of meant to be a teaser..." the disembodied voice continues. "It's supposed to start out a dream, then, in subsequent chapters, everything starts to make more sense." "It does?" Amy raises an eyebrow. "It does?" I sit upright and turn around, looking for the owner of the voice. When was I supposed to find out about this? I'm the writer! Here, all this time, I'd thought I'd just let my first muse, Juliette, talk me into writing and submitting a piece of schlock. She'd never led me wrong before. That twist between Christy Ann and Cephas had been her idea, after all. So, when she told me to publish the snippet about Amy, I believed she really thought it was good writing. When it hadn't gotten the response I'd hoped for, I thought maybe she had told me to submit it out of spite. It's no secret between us that Juliette is jealous of Amy being my new muse. I'd been spending a lot of time with her, lately. Mostly between her amazing legs. Speaking of those legs... I'm momentarily distracted as they slither up my arms to rest on to my shoulders. Amy's knees flex, pulling me back down to her hot little box.... What were we talking about again? I give my head a little shake. "I think you made that up just now as a way to get back in Jillian's good graces," Amy's eyes narrow. "I'm a muse. I can think of things whenever I want," Juliette pouts. She sounds closer; I can almost see her plump, red lips pooching out. That's odd. I've never thought much about Juliette as anything but a stern voice in my head that keeps me on track. She's always had a French accent, because she's always had a French name, but that's really been the extent of her existence. Now, she's right in the room. Well, not all of her but her voice, for sure. And her lips, and her creamy, pale skin? Heavy-lidded, Bette Davis eyes? Blonde, curly hair? What the hell, man! In the twenty-something-ish years I've been writing with her, she's never had a body, and she gets one today?! While I'm eating out my new muse?! And what a fucking body! She's tall, taller than me (which isn't saying much. I'm 5'4" when my spine is at its straightest), with long, pale limbs. Her breasts are ample, well over a mouthful, and her neck is like a swan's. She has a dancer's body with hard, muscles and long, long legs. As if to accentuate her legs, she's wearing a French maid's outfit— "Non! Are you fucking kidding me?" She shouts. She grabs handfuls of the skirt and shakes it at me. "Sorry, it's the first thing that popped into my mind," I grin, sheepishly. "You are a terrible, unimaginative writer!" She cries at me. She's right. I'm supposed to be working on my next piece and all I can think about are her strong, white legs wrapping around me for miles and miles. The color is up in her cheeks, giving her streaks of blush war-paint. I know I need to take her seriously. She's been my constant companion and a great muse all these years, but I guess I'm just in the wrong state of mind right now. Today was the wrong day for her to manifest a body. I can hear Amy chuckling. "And you, you hussy!" She points one long, manicured finger at Amy. "How dare you show up unbidden and usurp my author!" "Whoa, hold up, there, Yvette! What do you care? She's terrible and unimaginative, remember?" "But she is mon écrivain! Mien! And who is Yvette?" I hate it when she gets excited; I don't speak—or write—in French. I do like the way she says 'mien,' thrusting her thumb into her chest, making her large, round, creamy breasts jiggle at the top of her frilly bodice. I want to play them like drums. Dammit. I have to get my head together! "Yvette is the maid in the movie, 'Clue.' She gets it in the billiards room with the rope. And you call yourself Jillian's muse? She loves that movie!" Amy rolls her eyes at Juliette as she runs her heel lazily up my back. "Non, She loves Tim Curry. So, by the rule of association, she loves the movie, 'Clue--'" "Ladies, please! This is getting really difficult to follow. Let's pretend I'm the reader. Can we resolve this in such a way as makes sense to my simple, sex-addled brain?" I interject. "There you go, doing it wrong again!" Amy throws her hands up, her leg drops heavily to the bedspread. "Enfin, something we agree on!" Juliette nods emphatically. Oh, shit. Maybe I'd prefer they were still yelling at each other as they both stare me down. "What?!" "You're implying your readers' brains are simple and sex-addled? It's no wonder they don't like you!" Amy sure does have a way of saying what she's thinking. "And that doesn't even begin to touch on how rude you are. Don't you know its proper etiquette to thank them ahead of time for liking or voting on your stories? You should have done that from day one! Maybe you would've gotten more feedback by now." Juliette pouts again. I wish she wouldn't do that. I can't help but think about those lips wrapped around my hardened nipples. "Wait, no. They don't have sex-addled brains. I do!" I smile, because I'm a bloody freaking brilliant debater. Is that my best argument? "Well, no shit, Shylock." "That's Sherlock, Yvette," Amy rolls her eyes. She does that a lot, I've noticed. "You say tomato, I say tomates. And stop calling me Yvette! You know, she never had sex on her mind so much until you showed up." Juliette has turned her attention back to Amy. Are they going to start fighting with each other again? Is the heat off me? "Maybe I showed up, because she has sex on her mind so much. Maybe I'm here to help her express herself sexually." Amy has a good point. "Well, then, you aren't doing a very good job of it. Have you read her sex scenes? There's no sex! She may as well be a virgin, making shit up as she goes along for the way she writes it!" Juliette frames her lace-laden hips with her long hands. "Hey, my talents may be wasted on her, but at least I'm trying. What about you? You've been her muse forever. You know her way more intimately than I do. And you couldn't even get her to write a sex scene until I came along. Apparently, you just can't hack it as an erotica muse!" "Fuck you! I'll show you what I can do!" Juliette is so cute when she cusses--! Holy shit! She grabs me by the ankles and yanks me bodily from between Amy's legs. I can't stop my momentum, and I'm toppling off the bed onto the floor. These bitches be crazy! Before I have a chance to right myself, she pounces on me, straddling my torso, pinning my hands to the floor in each of hers. I look up to see Amy's face, upside-down, peering over the foot of the bed. But, then, she's blocked out by Juliette's face as she leans in to plant a long, wet kiss on my lips. Hers really are as soft and plump as I imagined them! Her tongue pokes between my teeth and entangles itself with mine. She tastes like she has just been eating white gummy bears! She knows I love white gummy bears! She squashes the bottoms of her ample bosoms against my paltry a-cups, and they feel so wonderful! Most of their weight is resting on my collar bones, but they rub the soft, slightly scratchy lace of her dress into my nipples, causing them to stand out like pencil erasers. At least, they would if they weren't floating in a warm sea of lace and European muse flesh. Her warm twat is rubbing against my stomach flesh, and I'm glad I hadn't thought of underwear for her. She isn't wet, yet, but I bet when she gets there, she'll bathe my flesh in hot, sweet pussy juice. I can smell her, too. She's a mix of baby powder and lilies. White things, as white as her skin. In a moment of clarity, I realize why she should be so white and pure. She's innocent. She's always been innocent as long as I've known her. The stories she helps me write are innocent, unassuming, and pure. It really wasn't until Amy came along that temptation and pleasures of the flesh began inching into my work. Juliette had always skirted around the topics, hinting at them, but she never broached the subject. If my muse had never whispered in my ear about such things, that would mean she hadn't thought of them. Since all she was (up until today, that is) was pure thought, that stood to reason that she was a virgin. This sultry, pouty, more-than-qualified woman straddling me is a virgin! A virgin shouldn't be able to kiss this way, shouldn't be dominating the situation like this, and she definitely should not be humping my torso like she's using me as a giant dildo. She's so fucking sexy! Oh, God, I think I'm going to cum just thinking about it. And I do. A small orgasm, just a fluttering of my muscles, really. Just one of those ones that is actually a building block toward a big O, but she sits up to watch it happen in my face. She knows the signs: the flushing of my cheeks, the way I hold my breath a moment before letting it out in a great sigh. And, of course, the way my eyes roll upward. She looks up and smiles smugly at Amy. "Big deal," Amy says. "She did that the first time she wrote about me, too. She's got a really powerful imagination." Juliette pouts, but judging by the way her pussy has begun to slide wetly against my skin, watching me cum, even just a little, has started her toward full arousal. Good. I'm glad I'm not the only one in the room who is turned on. She lifts her leg and plants it between my thighs, pushing my legs apart. I don't need any coaxing. I'm game for whatever she has in mind. Straddling my thigh now, she puts my hands on her breasts. I go one step further and scoop them out of the confines of her dress. They're perfect and round, maybe a little more than a c-cup. Her areolas are puffy and pale pink, and her nipples stand out deliciously from their centers. I heft her beautiful orbs in my hands, feeling their soft warmth. I circle her nipples with my thumbs reverently. She throws her head back and sighs. Her back arches, pressing her breasts tighter into my hands. She's humping my thigh with abandon, her eyes closed and her breath shallow. I take advantage of her distraction by craning my neck up and licking one of her hard, little nipples. She squeals in delight and crams her breast into my face. I don't mind, I just open my mouth and take her in. I love the way an erect nipple feels on my tongue, the little goose bumps on the areola, and the hardness of the nipple itself. I also know how it feels to have my nipples licked and sucked, so I know that right now, Juliette is experiencing those little zaps of pleasure that run from her sensitive buds to her very core. She's giggling and occasionally squealing. I've never been with a girl that squeals before. I like it. She's also picking up the pace of her stroking on my thigh. I can feel the warm wet building, and I know she's going to get herself off soon. I decide to make it a little more fun. I grab her thigh, the one that is on the outside of my leg, and pull her forward a little. At the same time, I bend my other knee. She slides her knee under mine, and now I have her mound to mound. Without missing a beat, she is grinding her pussy into mine, using my pubic bone to stimulate her clit. Oh, mercy, how I love it when a girl uses me like that! The hand I had on her hip slides up under that absurd skirt to grab her ass. Her cheek is just as smooth and perfectly round as her breast, and I knead the flesh with my fingers. It's so tight and muscular, too. A dancer's ass. I feel those muscles as she flexes, working her body into mine. She's gone from squealing to squeaking, now. A rhythmic "eh, eh, eh" in time with her strokes. I'm dripping, watching and listening to her work herself toward her first ever orgasm while holding off my own. I want to take in everything about this beautiful muse on her first day in a body. Her hands are flexing involuntarily, one gripping my thigh, the other planted on my chest. She's squashing my breast, but I don't think she notices, and I don't mind. I love this part. Juliette starts to quiver, and her hips are flying, humping me with a speed that can only mean she's close, really close. I'm savoring the quiet rasping sound of her short, blonde hair on my short, brown hair. Neither of us are shaven, but we're both neatly trimmed. Under that is the wet sound of the hairless parts of us mashing together. I can't see it, but in my head, I have a perfect picture of her pink, wet nether lips kissing my slightly darker ones. Suddenly, she loses her rhythm and is practically flailing on top of me. She gasps, and her back arches. Her manicured fingernails dig painfully into my chest, but, again, I don't care. She twitches and squeaks some more, and I think she's muttering in French, but then she's very still, her mouth open and her eyes closed. After a moment, she lets out a great shuddering sigh and slumps over my knee. I feel her wetness run down my mound and in my crack. Fan-fucking-tastic. I can never get enough of that. The only thing better than a girl coming on me is when I actively make the girl cum. So that's what I'm going to do. Or, at least, that's what I think. Apparently, Juliette has other plans. As she regains her senses and realizes I'm trying to get up, to take control of the situation, she pins me back down. "Non, mon écrivain. This is my story. I say how it is written." With that, she gets off of me and draws me up, so we're standing. Her juices are running down my legs, and she reaches between them, drawing a drop out on her fingertip. She pops it into her mouth and sucks with relish. She knows all my hot buttons... "Now, you crawl up on the bed, facing away from me--Amy, move over, you cow!--I want you on all fours." I do as I'm told. I always do what Juliette tells me. She's never steered me wrong before, remember? Amy scoots up to lean against the wall in front of me. She's spreads her legs wide again and starts fingering herself as she watches us. She giggles at something behind me. I feel something tickling my thigh, and I turn my head back to look. Juliette has a feather duster. "I thought it fitting, considering this ridiculous costume," Juliette explains. She playfully dusts my haunches again, and it makes me squirm a little. Hey, I'm really ticklish! She starts to stroke the handle as if it is a cock, and I realize it's no ordinary handle. It's made of clear glass and thicker than it would normally be, perhaps an inch and a half in diameter. It's also covered in a series of ridges, and I know what she has in store for me. She works her way around my body, dusting first my ass, then my hips, then my belly. When she reaches my breasts, she leans over me, planting little kisses on my back and neck. The combination of her little kisses on my back and her feather duster on my nipples makes me want to scream. I'm so sensitive right now, I might not be able to hold back. But, she knows me better than that. When I look back at her again, she gives me a little smirk and playfully dusts my face. Then, she pops the handle of the duster into her mouth, looking into my eyes while she gets it good and wet. I watch her slide it in and out, like she's sucking a dick. She gives me a little wink. Of course, she didn't need to put in her mouth and salivate all over it. I'm damn near soaking the sheets already. But, she knows I like to suck a nice, big cock just as much as I like to eat a pretty, little twat. She slides the handle between my legs, rubbing my slit from front to back, playing me like a violin. On the back stroke, she brushes my clit, and I can't help but twitch. She finds this amusing, and strokes my little button a few more times until I'm no longer twitching but arching my back, trying to force contact. Oh, but she's such a tease! As soon as she knows I'm anticipating it, she stops! With one long thrust, she pushes the feather duster-dildo deep inside of me. I close my eyes to concentrate on the feeling of being filled. The warm glass feels so perfect as I tighten my muscles around it to feel every one of those ridges! I raise myself higher on my hands, nearly standing on the tips of my fingers. She knows I'm trying to angle myself upward to make the tip hit my g-spot, so she angles the handle downward. "Nhmmm," I say and relax into the strokes. She translates this to mean, 'I find that quite pleasurable. Please continue doing that, and I will most likely achieve orgasm.' "Eat me," I hear Amy say. When I open my eyes, I see nothing but her pink hole, opened by her second and third fingers on either side. I want to tell her she's disturbing my inevitable climb to orgasm, but I think she knows that. In fact, I think she's counting on it, that spiteful little minx. Disrupting Juliette's plans is something she takes pride in doing. Muse Fight So, I don't give her the satisfaction. I just dive right in, face first. She's already so wet, both from my earlier activities and from fingering herself while watching me get teased with Juliette's multi-tool. I lick deep into Amy's pussy, mimicking the thrusts into my own. As Juliette quickens the pace, I quicken mine. When I feel her hand reach between my legs and tap lightly on my clit, I moan into Amy's mound. She shudders with the vibration of my mouth. As Juliette starts to make tight circles with one hand while pounding my pussy with the other, I can't seem to control my tongue as it darts over Amy's slit, topping out at her clit before sliding briefly back into her twat. She's rocking her hips, in time with my licking, in time with Juliette's thrusting. She starts to pant as I start to whimper. I don't want to stop. I want to make her cum, but I'm so close myself, I can't concentrate. It's all I can do just to hold her mound in my mouth as I gasp and shudder. My tongue is a constant presence on her clit now, but I'm not thinking about that. I'm thinking about how Juliette's fucking is so good, how she's playing my clit like a piano. How the warmth is building in my hole, spreading out like my veins are carrying pure sex instead of blood. How each tap on my clit makes the heat jump straight to my fingers and toes. Oh, oh, God. I'm cumming! The strength goes out of my arms, and I collapse between Amy's legs, my head resting on her clean-shaven apex. Juliette deftly follows me down, never pausing. I gasp and cry out as the first, strongest wave hits me. All the muscles in my body seem to tighten at once, and the heat rolls through my body like my insides are turning to hot water. After that, she holds me in a suspended state of orgasm, pushing those buttons as wave after wave rolls over me. She's pressed against me, riding me as I buck, while her hand is pinned beneath me, still working my clit. I make little 'oh' sounds with each exhale until, finally, I start to come down. Juliette slides the duster-dildo out and retrieves her hand from beneath me. She crawls up onto the bed and lies down on her side. She watches me like she's anticipating some kind of entertainment. I'm a sweaty, sticky, breathless mess, but I'm going to give her that show. I came here to do something, and, by golly, I'm gonna do it! For the third time since this story began, I focus on Amy's pussy. I know she's been so close twice now, and each time, she's been interrupted. Granted, she was the one that interrupted the first time. Still, I won't be completely happy until I've made her orgasm today. She isn't going to be difficult to finish off, I realize. She's so ready. I put two fingers into her sopping pussy and start to slowly rub her front wall. I love the way it feels, spongy and ridged. She gasps at the first contact but quickly begins to rock her hips, impaling herself more thoroughly on my fingers. I speed up my fingers, and she starts to pant again. I grin to myself. Just as I had been at Juliette's mercy only moments ago, now smart-talking Amy is helpless at the tips of my fingers. She's flexing into my thrusts, now, causing my fingers to go deeper still, until I need to put in three fingers to accommodate the extra distance. She moans openly, now, and I decide it's time to push her over. I use my other hand to pull her clitoral hood up all the way. Even though her clit was already standing out, now, I can access all of it. I deftly suck the whole bud into my mouth between my lips and lash it with my tongue. At the same time, I go full-bore with my three fingers inside her, fucking up against her g-spot with everything I have. She lets out a wild scream that turns into a moan as her back arches, and her limbs go ridged. I pull my hand out as I feel it start to get really wet. A jet of pure liquid splashes against my cheek, down my neck, and onto my chest. Panting and glassy-eyed, Amy assesses the situation and states, oh, so eloquently, "What the hell! I'm not a squirter." "You are when I tell the story," Juliette replies with a wink. "Touché, Mademoiselle," Amy smiles back. I crawl up to lie between my two muses. With Juliette curled around my back, and me curled around Amy's back, I'm just happy that no one is arguing for a couple minutes. Before I know it, I'm drifting off to sleep. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Oh. My. Gawd. You just fell asleep while writing this piece and had a dream you could lick your own pussy?! Well, I guess you don't need me anymore." Amy scoots away from me, off the bed. She stands there, her small hands on her sexy, skinny hips. It's clear she's waiting for an explanation or an apology. "No, don't go. I can't really lick my own pussy. I have to use my hands. I like it when you do it better." I babble. Wow, good answer. Chicks love to hear the only reason you want them around is because you just don't feel like doing it yourself. The problem with muses is that they have an all-access pass to your brain. You can't keep the bitches out! Yeah, I had fallen asleep with my laptop propped up on my stomach after finishing the sex scene. And, yeah, I had dreamed that I was a gymnast who had worked very hard to be flexible enough to clamp my lips around my own clit and lick my own pussy. But, they should be flattered that I was thinking of them when I fell asleep and had such a sexually charged dream, right? Besides, in that same dream, I accidentally killed a man with a bad pork sandwich. And I have absolutely NO intention of writing about that! Er, I mean, until just now. I guess. Shit. "And, you don't need me anymore, either," Juliette pouts. "If all you're going to do is write about the silly dreams you have, you don't need a muse who can actually come up with plots and themes." She crawls over me to stand next to Amy, her long, white arms crossed over her large, white breasts. Hey, when did she lose the maid get up? Not that I mind, of course, but I'm digressing again. "No, I need you both. I can't write without a muse! Please, writing is my life!" I'm on my knees, now. "What about banking?" "Or baking?" "Or roller derby?" "What about cats on YouTube?" "Yeah, what about cats on YouTube?" Now they were just being silly. Clearly, they really had no intention of leaving me, right? "Look, if you can't take us seriously, then we're wasting our time." Says Juliette. "Yeah, I mean, what category would you file this under? Lesbian sex?" Amy scoffs, but she's smiling. "I tried to tell her to file 'Christy Ann, Meet Cephas' under BDSM, but somehow she thought Non-Human was better?" Juliette winks at Amy. "Come on! In my defense, Literotica doesn't have a Blasphemy category. I know I should have listened to you, but I was still upset you told me to post the dream story bomb," I know they're just messing with me, but they have a very valid point. "You know what, maybe you just aren't cut out for Literotica. Maybe your writing style is just too avant-garde," Juliette is pretending she isn't placated, but I can see the merriment in her heavy blue eyes. "No! I love Literotica! I want the readers to like my stories! Please, I promise I'll only submit stories with proper plots, and I'll think really hard about which category I submit them to. And I'll thank the reader's every time, so they know I really appreciate them!" "Alright. That's more like it. Maybe there's still hope for you yet!" Juliette jumps on the bed and wraps her arms around me. "Eat me," Amy says. Ok. ______________________________________ Thank you again for continuing to read my stuff, and for letting me know exactly what you think! And especially for liking it! I hope, despite what Amy says, I'm not doing it ALL wrong. And I hope you enjoyed Juliette's first sex scene!