0 comments/ 23822 views/ 2 favorites Anonymity By: EddyFox Many thanks to papaya_lynne for helping with editing. That's all I really wanted. I wanted to be left alone. I was nice, followed the rules, was fairly naive, and had some geeky tendencies, which means I was a perfect target to be picked on. My sophomore and junior years of high school were a particularly wan shade of hell. The low self-esteem, loathing to go to school, fear of turning the corner and seeing my tormenters, essentially robbed me of two years of my life. I went to a small private school, so with a graduating class of 37, there weren't many places to go to get away from it. My situation wasn't as bad as some I have heard of since I joined the ranks of the working man, but none the less, I was miserable. Years later, when I heard about the tragedy at Columbine High School, I realized that a new era had begun. One awkward kid who kills himself in a fit of depression is just one kid that we didn't get to in time. Two kids who take guns to their high school and eliminate their perceived antagonists, and anyone else who gets in their way, before turning the guns on themselves is an indication of a national epidemic of bullying behavior that must be addressed and remedied. There are now tens of thousands of unnamed kids who will find help when they eventually turn to a trusted teacher, parent, or mentor, and their suffering can end. The gunmen of Columbine are murderers and heroes. Fortunately, I found a way to escape without resorting to a gun. The Drama Club. I could remove myself from my situation and be anyone, anywhere, any time. This was the ultimate in escapism. I no longer had to come up with witty lines and slick moves. My words and actions were prepared for me. After high school, I went to a large college where, finally, I was a number. One student out of 25,000. I blended in, and no one noticed me. I did, however, retain my penchant for the theater. My primary motivation was getting a role where pretty girls would be forced to kiss me. I took drama classes even though I was a computer science major, and I became heavily involved in the student-run theater. After a couple of roles and some tech work (lighting, set construction, etc.) I was approached to play a villain in a Shakespearian-era play because someone had to drop out. I have a good English accent, and a decent amount of agility. I got to sword fight, run one guy through, cut out a girl's tongue, and poison two people. What fun! After the Saturday evening performance, Karen, one of the girls in my Shakespearian class, came up to me with a twinkle in her eye and a sly sneer on her face. I put on my most innocent face. She was very cute, about four inches shorter than me, with dishwater blond hair, and eyes so blue that I was sure they were contacts, although she assured me they weren't. She was not skinny, but her curves only made her walk more captivating. She tended toward black in her wardrobe, but then again, so did most people in the drama department. "You bastard," she said, after a long pause. "Thank you very much," I replied, sincerely appreciating her compliment. "How can you be such a bastard on stage and such a nice guy in class?" she challenged. And in one of those rare moments where I knew exactly what to say, I replied, "I would love to discuss that with you in great detail. Have you had dinner?" "No, I haven't." With that, she looped her arm in mine, and we walked down to 9th St. to get a bite. We spent a long time that night at the fast food place talking. What I pulled down waiting tables made this the expensive night of the week. They threw us out when they closed, so I walked her to her dorm. We lingered at the front door to her building. "Well... thanks for dinner," she placed her hands in mine. "You're welcome. Thank you for coming to see the play," I said as I pulled her a little closer. "We should do dinner again some time," she said, pulling away from me a little. "I'd like that." With that, she moved forward quickly and pressed her lips against mine, and just as quickly, she moved away and slipped through her door with a "'Bye" as she disappeared. The next thing I remember is arriving at the steps of my house. ******** It took a couple of dates, but pretty soon we were spending every waking moment with each other. School and work got in the way, but other than that, I followed Karen around like a lost puppy. She didn't seem to mind. After about a month of this, I finally made the crossing into manhood. It was awkward and halting, but we managed to get through it. We then devoted lots and lots of time to practicing. I soon came to the realization that for guys, sex is easy. Enough stimulation, and bang, the next thing you know, you're snoring. The trick is to get the girl off. Make it more fun for her, and it will be a lot hotter in the bedroom. I paid close attention to what Karen liked and didn't like. I also did some studying on the internet. I was soon proficient in making sure everyone had a good time every time. Karen volunteered that I was the best sex she had ever had. No guy in his right mind would ask that question. Why would you put a girl on the spot with the potential of REALLY deflating your self image? I told her that she was the best sex I ever had. It was true. She was also the only sex I ever had. ******** During these days of coital bliss, I would meet her in front of the theater department to go to lunch. One particular day, she left her purse in class and went back to retrieve it, urging me to go ahead and get a table at Hector's, our restaurant of choice, which was right across the street from the drama building. I started slowly across the quad, when I heard her call my name. I spun around and continued walking backward toward the street, when I ran into a brick wall. I went to the ground like a rag doll, books and papers flying everywhere. "Why don't you look where you're going, you pencil-necked geek!" I only thought it was a brick wall I ran into. "I'm sorry. Are you alright?" Then I looked at him. What a stupid question. It was actually a 6'4" person doing his best to impersonate a brick wall. He looked like a Norse god more than anything else, with closely cropped blond hair. From what I could see, the only way I was going to hurt him was to hit him with a car. I started chasing papers and books as the breeze taunted me further. "What do you think, geek? I usually swat things like you!" By this time, Karen ran up. "Are you OK, baby." Before I could answer, Brick Wall Boy chimed in. "I'm fine, baby." "I meant him." Karen handed me the last of my books. "Why don't you go out with me some time, baby? I'll show you what a real man is like." Karen shot me a look and I knew she was done with this guy. "Because he's better in bed than you are." I froze. I had no idea where that came from, and I had no idea how to respond. I was content with inaction until I thought of something. That's when I saw her. She was one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen. She was probably 5'7" with dark brown hair that came down to the neckline of her top. She moved with the grace of a dancer and jiggled in all the right places. She moved up beside Wall Boy during the pregnant pause that ensued. "There is no way that he is better than me in bed!" Wall Boy almost shouted. The brunette screwed up her face in the cutest way, "WHAT!" Karen put her hands on her hips. "Bet me money!" The brunette tried again to get Wall Boy's attention. "Tom, what is going on?" "This chick thinks that he's (pointing at me) better in the sack than I am!" The brunette gave me the once-over evaluation, and a smirk crossed her face. I'm just glad she didn't laugh out loud. Tom chimed back in, "How much?" "Five hundred bucks," Karen replied, not skipping a beat. I knew she had just cashed out a $1000.00 "whole life" insurance policy her parents had been paying into since she was born. That money was supposed to get her through the school year. I said nothing for fear of messing up her bluff. "You're on." I've seen the look that crossed Tom's face before. It's the one linebackers get right before a snap. His voice was low and calm. "How are we gonna do this? Swapping partners isn't going to work, because it will just end in a tie." My mind reeled at the permutations that statement hinted at. The brunette spoke up at this point, her eyes following something in the distance, "We need somebody impartial. Jill!" I turned to see who she was shouting at. A girl about 5'6" with straight blond hair whipped her head around and ran over to the brunette as fast as she could, which was pretty damn fast. She pulled up to a stop two feet from our little group. "Yes, Sister Michelle?" "I have a task for you, Pledge." Sorority. I should have guessed. The hair on my neck rose up instinctively. I knew what was coming. "You will be the judge in a little contest we have going. You are going to sleep with Tom and with..." she looked at me trying to get my name. She was trying to exploit her power over a person in a compromised position. I was trying to not rip her head off. I couldn't figure out where to hide the body. "Ed." Karen had volunteered my name. "...and with Ed, and you are going to tell us who is better in the sack. This will fulfill your obligation as a pledge." Jill's eyes lit up with that last sentence. Karen chimed in, "Oh no. There is no way she's going to be fair. She's got a vested interest in your boyfriend coming out on top." Michelle shot her eyes over to Karen, but otherwise, ignored her. "You will be fair and impartial... You will become a full sister AFTER you sleep with both guys, and BEFORE you announce your decision." Michelle turned to Karen, "How's that?" Tom jumped in at this point, "She's with me at 5:30 today, and with Ed here the same time tomorrow. She'll need the recovery time." "Sister, if I could move the time to 6:00?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "I have practice 'til 6:00." "Done. Get everyone's phone numbers and addresses." I could tell Michele liked being in control. "We'll all meet at Hector's for lunch on Friday to receive your decision." I was stunned. Jill got my number and address quickly and hurried off through the quad. I stood there, dumbfounded. "Sweetie, are you ok?" Karen had finally noticed my total lack of responsiveness. "What just happened?" I asked, fighting down the waves of panic. "What do you mean, Sweetie?" Karen looked at me with surprise. I began to wonder if she had experienced the same reality that I had. "You just bet Goliath $500 that I'm better in bed that he is! You've just arranged for me to sleep with that girl, who's name I can't even remember! He's twice as big as me, and his muscles have muscles! How can you be so sure that I'm better than he is?" My rant had expended itself. "Sweetie," she said, as her eyes softened, she stepped toward me, and stroked my cheek with her hand. "Don't worry." I assumed a putty-like state. "I've dated guys like him in the past. You are so much more giving and caring than his type. He is not as good as you are, and the opportunity to take him down a notch was too good to pass up. Not to mention the $500. Letting you have sex with that other girl is a small price to pay." Her eyes caught fire. "Besides, are you complaining about your arranged sexual encounter?" "No." My eloquence knew no bounds. "Baby, you're gonna fuck her lights out." The smile on my girlfriend's face was an evil one. ******** Tom was sitting outside the frat house. He was restless. The restlessness you get before a game. Once you're playing, once you're focusing on your task, it's easy. It's the waiting to get started that's hard. Finally, he saw Jill come into the quad moving quickly, but looking winded. "Sorry I'm a little late." Tom glanced down at his watch for the first time. "Practice went over. I've got to go take a shower. Can you give me 30 minutes?" "No problem. Take your time. I'm going up to my room to get ready. Go up the stairs and it's the second one on the right." "Thanks. I'll be right back." She jogged off back the way she came, cleats swinging from her bag as she went. Tom thought to himself, "An athlete. That explains it. She moves well, but not graceful like a dancer, with power." Thinking back, she did mention something about practice. It must be soccer, or field hockey. He turned back to the frat house a little more impressed with this girl. As he entered his room, he looked around quickly. Maybe some sort of effort was called for, even if this was just a sorority stunt for her. He quickly assessed the tasks that would make the most impact in his room and dove in. He circled the room gathering empty drink cups, energy bar rappers, and cereal boxes, and depositing them in the trash. He returned to his room after taking the trash to the dumpster, and decided that the clothes on the floor needed to go next. It took three armloads, and the closet was 18 inches deep in clothes, but he managed to get the door closed just as there was a knock on the door. When Tom opened the door, he found Jill standing there wearing a green rugby shirt with a white stripe across the middle and a pair of faded jeans. Her hair was wet and she smelled like she had just stepped out of the shower. Tom reassessed her looks again and decided that she was pretty. He invited her in and closed the door. "Have a seat." The reality of the situation was much different than the abstract idea of a 'Sex Contest'. The details of their 'date' seemed less important, and, therefore, more difficult. Tom sat on the edge of the bed facing her as she sat in his study chair. "So...any questions about what's going on? Jill shook her head. "No, I think I got a pretty good idea from earlier today." Tom started removing his flannel shirt. Jill followed suit and began removing her clothes as well. Tom reminded Jill of a Greek statue. He was 6'4' and his muscles jumped around as he took his clothes off. Soon they were both standing in the room naked. Tom's penis had begun to inflate to erection. Jill was very fit, and didn't jiggle seductively like Michelle did. "Ready?" Jill nodded her head in response. "Then let's go!" With that, Tom lunged forward reaching across Jill with his right arm over his left. Jill reflexively lifted her arms to shoulder height, letting Tom do what he was going to do. She let go a yelp as he picked her up off the floor and spun her upside down. The result was that she was staring at his semi-hard penis as her thighs came to rest on Tom's shoulders. This guy was strong. There was no hint of effort in what he did. When Jill finally came to rest, Tom attacked her pussy with his tongue. The unexpected feeling rushed over her as she opened her mouth to cry out, but managed to stifle the sound. Jill's hands pushed against Tom's thighs, but he would not relent in his assault. After she got a hold of herself, Jill slipped her mouth over Tom's cock and began to bob her head up and down. The moan the escaped Tom's lips further stimulated Jill's slit. Tom didn't have any trouble maintaining this position. Michele only liked it as a place to start. Jill was a little heavier than Michele, but somehow, her toned body was easier to hold. Tom was ready to move on to something else, so, having picked his position in the room specifically, he simply fell backwards on the bed. Jill released Tom's cock from her mouth and let out another yelp as she and Tom bounced on the bed harmlessly. He rolled Jill off him and got up off the bed. "You scream like a little girl." A sneer crossed his face. Jill punched him in the arm with her fist, to absolutely no effect. The perfect reaction. Tom grabbed Jill's right ankle and pulled her to the side of the bed. He took the leg he had hold of and placed it over his right shoulder, putting her on her side. He moved in and slid the head of his dick between her pussy lips. She moaned as he crossed her threshold and pushed inside her wet hole. Tom started slowly, moving faster and faster with each passing moment. He grabbed hold of her leg to increase his leverage, and Jill, in turn, grabbed his wrist to increase it even further. This girl knew how to have a good time. As she started moaning and throwing her head back, Tom knew he wouldn't last much longer, so he pulled out, repositioning Jill while his cock had a chance to come back from the brink. Jill gasped as Tom withdrew, but didn't have a chance to complain as he picked her up off the bed and deposited her on her back on the floor. Spreading her legs, he went strait for her opening with his dick. The effort of picking her up had served to stave off his orgasm for a bit. He started slowly again, building up speed. With no cushioning under her back, Jill's pussy was subjected to the full force of each of Tom's thrusts. Again, Tom felt himself nearing the edge, and just as Jill had begun moaning and biting her lip, he pulled out and stood up. Jill voiced her frustration, but didn't have long to complain. Tom grabbed her hand and pulled her to a standing position. He placed her arms around his neck and bent down picking up her right leg. After he had placed the back of her knee in the bend of his elbow, he coaxed her left leg into a similar position, grasping her ass in the process. He impaled her slowly on his rigid cock, easing her down until she hit bottom. Again he started with a slow rhythm, making sure she bottomed out with every thrust, controlling the tempo with his hands holding her ass. The tempo increased, and Tom was going for broke. Jill started gasping for breath as Tom pounded into her harder and harder. When the sweat glands on his back and neck released, Tom knew he was a goner. Fortunately, Jill exploded right before he did, digging her fingernails into his back to maintain her grip. After Tom emptied himself into Jill, his knees finally gave out, dropping him, and consequently Jill, back on the bed again. Jill was too spent to yelp again. Tom eased himself back on the bed, bringing Jill with him. They lay there, trying to regain their composure, until Tom's softening prick slipped out of Jill's pussy. Jill rolled off of Tom and leisurely began reclaiming her clothes. "I'm going to need another shower." Tom laughed as he pulled on a pair of sweatpants. "Thanks for doing this." Jill regarded him with a sneer that reeked of afterglow, "My pleasure." ******** It was 6:05. I had been ready since 5:15 and had a hard time sitting still for 45 minutes. I had already rechecked my preparations 5 times, and I was determined not to do it again. Just as I began to wonder if she would actually show up, there was a knock. When I opened the door, Jill was standing there in a tee shirt and shorts. She had her gym bag over one shoulder and her field hockey stick in her hand. The cleats slung over the gym bag had managed to add to the dirt on her shorts. Her bangs were plastered to her forehead with sweat and she reeked of physical exertion and the outdoors. "Hi. Ed, look, I know I'm late, but I've got to go take a shower and change before tonight, so..." She turned to leave, but I grabbed her hand and pulled her gently back toward my apartment. "No. Jill, come in. I want to talk to you." "Ed, I'll be right back. I've just got to get cleaned up first." "I've taken care of all that." My words caught her off guard, and she allowed herself to be lead into the room. I closed the door and took her bag and hockey stick from her and put them in the corner. I lead her to the couch and I pulled one of the kitchen chairs away from the table and sat directly in front of her. "Before we go through with this, I need to know something. I need to know that you are OK with this, and that you aren't being bullied into doing something you don't want to do." Anonymity A wry smile crossed her face. "Nice. That's a nice touch, trying to put me at ease." "I'm serious." I scooted closer to her. "I know what it's like to be bullied and I won't do it to someone else." She sat back and crossed her arms. "Yea, right. You and your girlfriend would be out $500, and I've never met a guy yet who would turn down sex." "Get out." I tried to keep my voice low and measured. My words confused her as the wrinkles in her brow attested to. "Get out!" I stormed to the door and flung it open. "I will not be party to bulling you into anything. GET OUT!" Slowly, Jill rose and moved toward the door. "What about the money?" "I'll just pull double shifts until I can pay Karen back!" "You're serious, aren't you?" She looked for anything in my face to betray my conviction. She found nothing. She retrieved her bag and stick, and turned again to face me, the hurt evident on her face. "Don't you find me attractive?" I closed the door with a thud. This had suddenly become about rejecting her, and that was not what I was trying to do. Of all the sonnets and all the plays I had memorized, all that came out was, "You're beautiful." "Then what's the problem?" "The problem is that I have been bullied into things in then past. I won't do that to anyone else. I've slithered away from those situations in the past and let myself get trampled on. I won't do it any more." "Look. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself. I want to be in that sorority, and this is what I have to do. If I really didn't want to do this, then I wouldn't. OK?" "OK." Jill turned back to the corner and put her bag and field hockey stick back in the corner. She turned back to me with a questioning look in her eye. "Do you really think I'm beautiful?" I smiled and stepped toward her. "You are an Amazon. You are lithe, and powerful, and you move with the grace of a big cat." Her eyes dropped she blushed. "I bet I smell like a big cat." We giggled a little, and I lead her down the hall through my bedroom and into the bathroom. Every candle I owned was strategically placed in the bathroom. Karen loved to bathe by candle light. As I picked up the lighter, I said, "Take off you clothes." By the time I had gotten all the candles lit, Jill was naked. Damn, I was right. She was amazing. She was almost as tall as me, with just a bit of curve in her hips and her breasts were perky and firm, about a B cup I guess. She was an athlete, and she didn't jiggle when she moved, betraying the tone of muscle underneath her skin. I hesitated a moment when I turned around to this nude physical specimen, and she noticed. Her knowing smile brought me out of my revelry. She had pulled the pony tail out of her hair and laid it on the sink. The rest of her clothes were in a pile near the door. I moved her to the side a little so I could turn on the water. While we waited for the water to get hot, I stripped off my clothes and turned off the light. "You do think I'm beautiful." My dick was rock-hard, and I blushed furiously at her comment. She smiled wickedly at my embarrassment. I tested the water and made some adjustments. "Get in," I said, finally finding my voice. She did as I asked and began getting wet. I followed her into the shower and reached for the shampoo, pouring a liberal amount in my hand. I was going to need a lot more than normal. Jill was confused when I set the shampoo down out of her reach and stepped closer to her. I brought my hands up and folded her wet hair that reached down between her shoulder blades up on top of her head. She put her hands on my hips and I began to dig in with my fingers. Her eyes rolled back in her head and I saw her shoulders relax as I worked the shampoo into a lather. After a minute or so I told her to rinse and I reached for the soap and the scrubbie, one of the greatest inventions I had discovered during my time with Karen. Guys would never buy crap like that for themselves. When she had finished rinsing her hair, Jill pulled Karen's bottle of conditioner off the ledge and looked at me pointedly. "Please?" I put the soap down and proceeded to put a generous amount in my hand. "My friends in high school used to say they made conditioner out of semen." She giggled as I froze and looked at her, my eyebrows trying to crawl up into my hairline. "Don't forget the ends," she said smugly, reveling in her ability to shock me. Afterwards, I washed her, starting with her left arm, moving across her neck and getting her other arm. Jill had an amused look on her face as she sensed my discomfort at touching her boobs. I tried to keep my face impassive as I finally had to wash them taking care not to be too ruff. My silent partner between my legs was not as easy to control, and gave my excitement away. I moved on to her stomach and down her legs, first one and then the other. Jill was taking great satisfaction in watching me squirm, and hiked her leg up on the side of the tub to allow me easier access to her pussy. I gave it the ol' college try, but apparently fell a little short. "I won't break," she implored as she put her hand over mine on the scrubbie and ground it into her snatch. When she was satisfied, I stood up and motioned for her to turn around. I motioned because I didn't want my voice to crack. She obediently spun and I went to work on her back. I pulled her hair out of the way and soaped her from the base of her neck to the bottom of her ass. Jill leaned forward and put her head against the wall of the shower, her arms hanging limp at her sides. I dropped the scrubbie and began massaging the muscles in her neck and shoulders, slowly working my way down her back, hitting each muscle group as I went. Her moans let me know the delicious pain she was in. I took her by the shoulders, pulled her off the shower wall, and turned her around. She had a look in her eyes as if she had just come out of a trance. I took her left hand and began rolling the muscles in it with my thumbs. Jill let out another groan and eased her head on my shoulder. After going over each muscle twice, I moved to the other hand and started over. My hands were getting cramped, but the darkened bathroom lit only with candle light, and a beautiful girl with me in the warm shower mollified my discomfort. Then the hot water ran out. Jill screamed a girly little scream and pushed me to the back of the tub to get out of the way of the frigid water. After I regained my balance, I guided her out of the tub and got out as well to keep from having to go through the cold water to turn it off. Three towels waited on the back of the toilet, and I handed Jill one. As she dried her hair, I threw the second towel around my shoulders, collecting the third towel for when she was ready. She leaned over and placed the towel over her head, twisting the part that hung down past her face, finally standing upright and tucking the end in at back of her head. She seemed surprised at my knowledge of the procedure when I handed her the third towel to dry her body off, a smirk crossing her face. I toweled off and wrapped the towel around me like a skirt. Jill had done something similar, making her towel into a dress. I picked up her pony tail holder and lead Jill into my bedroom. "Do you have a brush with you?" "Yes, there's one in my bag," she replied. "I'll get it. Have a seat on the corner of the bed." I retrieved her gym bag. "You can find it easier than I can." I placed the gym bag beside her on the bed. She unzipped it and pulled out a brush after rummaging for a moment. When she went to remove the towel from her head I took the brush and moved behind her. Guys, if you ever get the chance, do anything you can to mess with a girl's hair. I know there is nothing sexier than a gorgeous woman leaning over me washing my hair before she cuts it. If you can produce anything like that for your girlfriend, you're in like Flynn. I meticulously brushed out her hair and then began to French braid by taking the hair from the very top of her head and dividing it into three parts. "You can French braid?" she asked incredulously. "Yep. I do it all the time," I said matter-of-factly. "I hate French braiding my hair. My arms are always numb when I'm done." "All the more reason to have someone else do it for you." Again with the perfect line. Hopefully this will become a habit. She submitted to my efforts without further commend. I took the pony tail holder and cinched it to the end when I was finished. "Done." She went over to my dresser to examine my work. She looked at her hair from every angle. "That's great. I don't think I've ever done this well." "It's easier when it's someone else's head." I walked over beside her, knowing that the preliminaries were over. I turned her to me, and unfastened the towel from my waist. She stared straight into my eyes, and I reached out and undid her towel, dropping it to the floor. Our eyes were locked as I intertwined my fingers in hers and moved her to the bed and laid her down. I moved beside her and kissed her lips, lightly, carefully. Jill returned my kiss with her own, and I kissed her again, savoring her taste. I moved down kissing her neck. I kissed my way down to her breast, using my flat tongue on her areola like an ice cream cone. Allowing my right hand to wander to her left breast, I concentrated on licking for all I was worth. Her breathing became slow and measured as I stimulated her breasts. A low moan soon escaped her lips and I took this as a signal for the next step. My right hand caressed down her body and found its way between her legs. Jill spread them, allowing me easier access to her sex. I slowly stroked her pussy, waiting for it to open so I could use her moisture to stroke her clit. I abandoned her right breast and moved between her legs kissing my way down her stomach. At first, she grabbed my arms to pull me on top of her, but once she realized what I was doing, she eased her head back and allowed me to continue to kiss my way down to her pussy. She inhaled sharply as I used the flat of my tongue on her mons, taking note of her reactions to my efforts, cataloging them for use later. After I had added my saliva to her own lubricant, I concentrated the tip of my tongue on her clitoris. Jill began to squirm as a result of my efforts, and I started the pointer finger of my right hand into her pussy. Her moans were high pitched as I worked the first finger in, and then the second. I curled my fingers upward against her pelvic bone, and as I did, Jill inhaled sharply and held it. Now began the final assault on her senses. I began to stroke her pelvic bone as I worked my tongue furiously on her clit. I could hear her clawing at the sheets with her fingernails. Her breath came out in ragged bursts as her sex was stimulated inside and out. I had to fight to keep my position as Jill began to thrash on the bed. She began crying out, "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! AAAAAHHHHHHH!!" When the orgasm hit her, she lost control of her body completely. She jerked and reeled like she was having a seizure. I stopped stimulating her and simply held still for the ride. As the orgasm subsided, I disengaged from her and crawled up beside her and wrapped my arms around her. She was still gasping for air, her eyes seemed unable to focus. "Where did you learn that?" she said, when she finally found her voice. "I've been doing a little research," I smiled back. "Damn! But you haven't come yet." "No, I haven't. I've found that it is much easier for me to have an orgasm than it is for girls, so I make sure they get a treat first." Jill seemed fascinated by my explanation. "So what are we going to do about you?" she asked in mock concern. "How about a ride, little girl?" I asked in my best villain voice. I rolled over pulling her on top of me. She propped herself up and gave my dick a couple three strokes before guiding it into her well-lubricated pussy. My eyes rolled back in my head at the sensation of entering her. She began to slide up and down on my pole. I would have lasted about thirty seconds if that had continued, but I wanted more time to enjoy her body. Girl-on-top is my favorite position because I get to use my hands. I lifted my knees and pumped my hips in rhythm with hers as she began to grind her pelvis into mine, reducing the friction on my dick and increasing the stimulation on her clit. I reached up and cupped her breasts in my hands, massaging them, then taking her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, twisting them slightly, like I was trying to get the last little bit of static out of a radio station that was almost out of range. Jill grunted, and continued her grinding with renewed vigor. Her eyes were closed as she focused completely on her task. I leaned my head forward, taking her left nipple in my mouth as my hands went to her back. When I dragged my fingernails down her back, she lifted her face to the ceiling, unable to stifle the moan, as her braid fell over her shoulder. My second reason for braiding her hair: None in my face. My hands came to rest on her ass cheeks, and I pulled her into me, controlling our movement even more. I could tell she was nearing her second orgasm of the evening when the muscles in her ass started twitching independently. I increased the friction on my cock by letting Jill come away from me a little during our thrusts. Then I added the pies des resistance. I moved my right index finger down and began teasing her asshole. The effect was immediate. Jill inhaled twice, sharply, and then began to shout. I rode her orgasm to my own which happened only moments later. We were both shouting at each other, writhing in delicious agony, and as her second orgasm faded, the third hit her like a Mack truck. The look of surprise on her face was evident, as she went from shouting to screaming. "AH! AH! I CAN'T STOP IT! AH! AH!" Her body shook and I moved my hand to the small of her back. When her third orgasm had run its course, she collapsed on top of me, her arms no longer able to support her weight. She was completely spent. I wrapped my arms around her and held her gently as she sobbed convulsively. When she had stopped crying, I rolled her off me and set her with her back toward me in the bed. I pulled up the covers and slipped my left arm under her pillow, wrapping my right arm around her waist. I pulled her close and let the world fall away. I dimly remember Jill kissing me on the cheek. When I finally woke, she was gone. ******** Karen and I didn't discuss it much. She didn't seem phased by it, and I was still so head-over-heels that I didn't have to fake the "follow her around like a little lost puppy" thing. She seemed her normal, cheery self on the outside, but I was a mess on the inside. "What if it didn't fall our way?" "What if I DID win?" "What would Tom's reaction be?" I ran the impending meeting over in my head a thousand times. Finally, Saturday came and Karen and I went to Hector's to get lunch. Tom and Michele showed up right after we had placed our order and sat down. They didn't say anything untoward, but they radiated an air of smugness that was palpable. Everyone's food came out at the same time, and right as the waitress left, I saw Jill come through the door. She looked around the restaurant until she located us, and then headed to our table. I got the distinct impression that she didn't want to do this. She came over to our table and sat down. "Hi." She looked at us all as she sat. Everyone came up with some kind of lame greeting. "Would you like something?" I said, trying to sound normal. The four of us stared at her, hanging on whatever she might say. "No thanks. I've already eaten. I've got a team meeting to go to, so I need to make this short." Jill seemed like she was getting ready to tell someone their dog had died. Thinking back, she was about to cost someone five hundred dollars. "First things first. She's in, right Michelle?" I had phrased it as a question, but there was only one answer I'd accept. Karen looked at me surprised at my vehemence. Michelle was as adamant about her answer. "She's in. Full sister. No way to undo it." "Thank you. Jill, the floor is yours." Jill looked at me funny as well. I suck at reading body language, especially girls. "This is the weirdest competition I've ever heard of." She was trying to break the ice. "First off, I'd like to say that both of you are amazing. You girls are both very lucky." An interesting look crossed the faces of Tom and Michelle, like this was the first time they had considered that I could have held my own. I looked back at Karen. Jill seemed to be struggling to find the right words. The public setting might not have been the best choice. "To put it bluntly," Jill said, her voice almost at a whisper, "I've had the best two fucks of my life, but if I have to pick one over the other, I'd have to pick Ed." I let out the breath I didn't know I'd been holding. I thought of the money I didn't owe, "we" didn't owe. Wait, I won. Wait, THEY owed US money. Tom interrupted my revelry, with all the diplomacy I had expected from him. "What, does he have a 3-foot dick?" "No." Jill paused. "He's got a 3-foot tongue." Michelle's jaw dropped, and when she looked at me, I gave her a wink. They were more than crestfallen, they were scared. They looked at each other like they'd been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. I knew what was coming. I have always been fascinated with the ability of humans to communicate volumes with just a few words. "I don't have it," Tom said. He had been bested on the field of battle by an opponent he had not considered a threat. It seemed to me a very honor-conscious, Japanese sentiment. I could tell Karen was revving up to let him have it. She squirmed in the booth a little in preparation. I looked Tom directly in the eye and said, "I know," cutting Karen off before she got into her rant. Tom and I were completely focused on each others' faces, not missing any nuance of what was being communicated. He understood that I was forgiving his debt. I could feel Karen's eyes boring into the side of my head. Michelle wasn't following either, but she didn't have the strong position, so she wisely kept her mouth shut. "I have sorely underestimated you. I will not make that mistake a second time." Where did 'sorely' come from? Could this jock actually have a brain? "I have underestimated you as well." "If there is ever a service I can render..." This is no dumb jock. I turned to Karen searching her eyes, and then it occurred to me. I turned back to Tom. "I could use a personal trainer." A smile crept over his face and his hand came across the table. We shook and I knew I had just gained a friend. Anonymity Thanks to Talynnda for editing this story, and even more for liking it. See her photo on her profile! What a gal! * I had never seen a woman like her before. It was the sheer unlikelihood of her that thrilled me. The unlikelihood of her walking down a street like mine, and when I could least have expected it, the unlikelihood of how things unfolded, and the unlikelihood of her unusual and incredible beauty. Maybe I should call it her sexiness, rather than her beauty. I'm still not sure. She was beautiful, but not in any conventional; by which I mean stereotypical and banal sense. It was proportion. She was not slim, but you could not call her heavy either, but she had such large natural breasts, and they pointed proudly straight outwards. They seemed like they were too large for her frame to carry them, but she was having no trouble with that. He face was pretty, in a sexy kind of way, her skin as white as milk, and she had these extraordinary full lips, that were the sharpest mix of red and pink, and piercing grey eyes, under whose gaze, I think, the faint hearted would break. The first time I saw her she was walking down my street. I thought it was just one of those things that happen every day, but I should have known right from the beginning that there was nothing every day about her. I desired her the moment I saw her; but a desirable woman passes you one day and while she is there before you, she consumes you, but it fades and disappears after she is gone, and she becomes another memory, along with all the other women you saw and wanted, but at a time and in a place when you could not find the means of approaching them. Then, a couple of days later, she passed by again. This time she noticed me noticing. She looked every bit as gorgeous as she had the first time, and I thought to myself, how can I approach her without it being too obvious? The way to approach a woman, I have learned, is to contrive a meeting that will become the beginning of what I intend to become a conversation and then an exchange of numbers and then a date, and to make it seem as if it was put of the natural run of things. An approach to a woman should not jar against the natural rhythms of the day. Seeing her again as I had that day, I began to believe in fate again. I always rely on fate in situations like this. If I see a woman I have desired a second time shortly after my first view of her, I decide that fate has decreed that I will have her. I just have to wait for the time to come; or subtly act to bring it about. I saw her a third time, a few days later. This time it was in a shop. I decided that it was time to go and speak to her. I said 'hi', and she smiled and replied in kind. It was friendly; it did not lack warmth, but it was not the kind of 'hi' that invites conversation. I stood waiting for her to say something, and then she turned and went on with her shopping. I walked home feeling puzzled. She had not encouraged further attention, but she had not discouraged it either. She had been completely neutral, and that is the hardest thing to fathom. Fate was playing with me. I would have to wait. I would not go anywhere where I might bump into her. I had to leave it to the fates. That evening, I went for a walk in the park, and I had mostly forgotten about the afternoon and the shop. When I came to it, I sat down on the bench where I always sit. It's in the far corner of the park, furthest from the main road, and although one of the paths goes by that way, hardly anyone ever goes there. That's why I like it. It's a great place to read or just sit and think. I had been there for about ten minutes, watching the sunset and dusk fall, when I heard someone coming. I looked up to see her coming round the bend into view. Fate has not let me down, I thought, and my senses rioted in me. She saw me, and I wondered what she would do. She sat down and said 'hi,' in the same low key kind of way as in the shop; so I just stayed where I was, on the bench opposite the one where she had just sat down, rather than strike up a conversation and go and sit next to her. The path between us was not wide, but it was too wide for two people who were sitting on benches on opposite sides to talk to one another comfortably, and raised voices would have jarred against the quiet of the evening. It did seem strange to me though, as well as exciting. The park is big, and there was no one else around, and she had chosen to sit right opposite me, but she did not want to talk. It was the kind of situation I had been praying fate would provide. No one else around; a chance meeting, and an opportunity to talk. Then I wondered how much of it was just chance. It was working too well, and I am always suspicious of anything that works too well. I said I like unlikelihood, but some things are just too unlikely to be chance. However, it did not seem as though anything was going to happen. I mean; it seemed that she wanted to sit right opposite me, but she did not want to be approached and chatted with. Then she did something that I had not expected. She swung one leg up over the other leg, so that they were crossed. It was so quick that I thought I might have imagined it, but I was sure that I had just been given a momentary glimpse of her pussy. She looked at me enigmatically and then she said 'I've been watching you. You come here quite a lot.' In that moment I realized that she was an American. I loved her accent. 'I do,' I said and smiled. Fate was more cunning than me. She had not entered my scene by sitting there, she was creating a scene of her own, and I was to be in it. She was more cunning than me, too. 'Come and sit over here,' she said, and patted the spot on the bench beside her. Obediently, I got up and walked the few steps across the path to her. As I sat down, she pulled down her top and her great tits bounced out. Despite their extravagant size, and their wonderful soft fleshiness, they were firm and her nipples pointed outwards seemingly welcoming my touch. I had to ask her and she smiled and said '40DD.' I reached out and took them in my hands. My cock, which had begun to harden as soon as I had seen her coming round the bend in the path, was fully erect now. We looked into each other's eyes and she said "I saw you for the first time about a week ago, and I decided then that I was going to fuck you, but I wanted it like this. That's why I didn't let you pick me up in the shop." I leaned down and licked her nipple and I felt her hand reach for my crotch, unzip my jeans and pull out my cock. Her fingers encircled my dick and she began to wank me. 'Stand up,' she said, 'I'm gonna suck you off.' My cock throbbed as I thought of her voluptuous red lips wrapped around it. 'Don't tell me your name,' she said, her breath hot on my cock as she was on the verge of putting it in her mouth. She sucked me expertly for five minutes and it was all I could do not to come, but I managed both to enjoy to the full her fabulous cock sucking skills and not blow my load too soon. Finally she stopped sucking my knob, and said 'Come on, baby, fuck me now,' she said, 'I'm all wet and ready for you.' She stood up and turned around and leaned forward, placing her hands on the rim of the back of the bench. I lifted up her skirt and put it over the small of her back. She was wearing nothing underneath, in preparation for this little encounter. She had glorious reddish pink cunt lips that were already glistening with juice. She wanted me to fuck her right away, but I had to eat her pussy first, so I knelt down and started flicking my tongue over her lips. She sighed heavily as my tongue worked its way into her hot, wet hole. She was lovely and tight. Fucking her was going to be a treat. She was getting more and more excited and she kept on crying out 'Fuck me, fuck me now. Do it, come on. Fuck me.' I did not want to keep her waiting any longer, so I stood up, took my cock in my hand and slid it up into her pussy with a single thrust. For a curvy lady, she had one tight cunt. I felt like she could crush my dick with one twitch of her cunt muscles. I began pumping in and out of her. My cock was really deep in her pussy now and still no one had come by, but the thought that someone at any moment might, made the pleasure deeper, and I could tell by the hunger of her look, as she turned her head around to see me fucking her, and the urgency of her movements that if we had been doing this in some private place, it would not have had the intensity that it had for us now. I continued to fuck her pussy deep, and her arsehole looked so inviting with its puckering little sphincter, all pink and laced with downy hairs, that I could not resist tickling it with my finger. She almost exploded when my fingertip touched that dark entrance. She cried out 'Not just your finger. Fuck me up the ass. Right here, under the evening sky. I want everyone from town to come see what all the noise is about and stay and watch. I want them all to see me getting my ass fucked here in the park.' I did not need to be asked twice, and the whole world could have come to watch, as far as I was concerned. I was going to fuck that lovely arse of hers, no matter what. I licked my finger to get it covered in my spit, and put it back in her sphincter and gently, but firmly pushed. It slid in easily, just as my cock had slid easily into her pussy. Her arsehole now ready, I swung my foot up on to the bench for balance, and got hold of her great thighs with my hands. I looked down and admired her luscious great arse cheeks for a moment, before rubbing my cock head over her ring and pushing it home. I was merciless. I rammed it all the way up her arse in one go. I fucked away at her arsehole and she reached down and rubbed her pussy furiously as her arse took a real pounding. The harder I fucked, the harder she wanted it. This gorgeous, shameless lady was insatiable. I savoured the soft caresses of her inner arsehole on my cock as she wanked herself to climax., but I could not hold on for much longer, so I fucked even harder and finally spurted three or four jets of spunk deep into her arsehole. I fell away from her and sat on the bench. She slowly recovered herself, but she stayed in the position in which I had just reamed her cunt and her arse. 'Go now,' she said, 'and don't talk to me if you see me in town, but come here again tomorrow evening.' Anonymity Ch. 02 This story is written as a continuation of "Anonymity" and does not stand on its own. Thanks to everyone who sent feedback. Please send a word or two back and let me know what you think. * "Ok. Your turn. Give me one more set." Tom said as he rose off the bench. I moved from where I was spotting him. I giggled to myself at the thought of having to help him with his bench press. He was pushing 275 because he "wasn't feeling very Olympic today". As it turned out, my maximum bench press was what Tom warmed up with. Working out sucks. The soreness, the tedium, the sweating. In fact, the only thing that is worse than staying in shape, is getting in shape. I would much rather read a book, watch TV, or stuff my face with empty calories than work out. I know I really should work out, but I don't have to like it. The only reason I work out at all is because I know Tom is going to give me hell if I don't show up. Since leaving for college, I had gained ten pounds from eating fast food all the time, which brought me up to a grand total of 160. After two months of lifting weights with Tom, I had put on almost ten more pounds while loosing a belt notch in the process. I was also eating like a horse. I was beginning to see a difference, but I doubted if anyone else could. To his credit, Tom never said a derogatory word about what I could lift or how I was progressing. The fact that I showed up and the amount of effort I put into the workouts seemed to be enough for him. I lay down on the bench, but after the workout so far I was weak as a kitten. Tom moved to spot me. "Alright, focus. Your mind lifts the weight. Just straiten out your arms." I clenched me teeth and pulled the bar off the rack We had become good friends outside the weight room, as well. We would usually spend Sunday afternoons with each other. All four of us would end up at somebody's place with a bag of chips, a jar of guacamole, and some of "the hair of the dog". The girls would talk about shopping, or whatever, and we would discuss politics, philosophy, religion, books, movies, music, and whatever else crossed our minds. We didn't always agree, but we did always manage to respect each other's opinion. It is amazing how being treated as equals by people you respect will bolster your self-confidence. I pushed the weights off me once, twice, three times, and the bar came down for the fourth rep. All my focus and strength wasn't going to get that bar to go up again. As the bar started to creep back down toward my chest, Tom's fingers shot out and lifted the five or so pounds I couldn't and we slammed the bar back into the rack. He had made a point of providing all the help I needed, but no more. "DAMN fine workout. Good job." I lay there gulping air like a catfish. Tom moved to the gym bag and pulled out a water bottle. I managed a sitting position, and looked up into the biggest Hispanic person I've ever seen. "You realize I could bench you AND that bar you were lifting." I turned to look at the weights, more to give myself a second to think. "Impressive," I said, as I swiveled back around. "Why don't you put more weight on?" This moron wanted me to say something, and I was just wiped out enough to do it. "I'm pacing myself," I said, with my widest, shit-eating grin. I saw the dude's face darken. "Do yourself a favor, Mitch. Don't underestimate him. Lord knows, I won't do it again." Tom took another drink from his water bottle. The look on Mitch's face went from anger to confusion. Time to lighten the mood. I stood up from the bench and took a step toward Mitch. "One hundred and sixty-eight pounds of rippling flab." The crab flex I did was way over the top. The sound from behind me made Mitch grin, so I turned to see what had happened. Tom had started laughing at my comment and sprayed his mouthful of water all over the gym bag, and was now laughing with everyone else, me included. "It's kind of like staring down an angry Chihuahua. Don't mess with him, Mitch. He's the reason I'm passing astronomy." Tom picked up the gym bag and walked over to me. " Come on, Hans. We're done for today." With that he grabbed my arm and, bending down, lifted me onto his shoulders without so much as a grunt. As we left the workout room I pointed at Mitch. "You're lucky he's holding me back, or I'd be on you like blood spatter!" The room erupted in laughter as we left. Once we cleared the weight room, Tom put me down. When we were out of hearing range, I asked, "What's wrong with Mitch that he is such an asshole?" Tom thought about it a second. "Let's just say that Mitch reinforces certain negative stereotypes about athletes and leave it at that, shall we." I realized that Tom had used up all his SAT words for the day. "One more thing," I asked. "Neither you nor I are taking an astronomy class this semester." "Mitch doesn't know that," Tom grinned. We entered the locker room and gathered our stuff to leave. "Incidentally, I did read something interesting on the Internet that had to do with space. It's an electric rocket engine." Tom looked down and knitted his brow. "Go on." "You take xenon ions and inject them in front of a metal plate with the same electrical charge as the ions. The charges repel each other, and the xenon atoms go shooting out the back of the engine." Tom looked up at me. "That doesn't sound like a very powerful engine." "No, it's not," I replied, "but you can run it for months at a time. Look at it this way. If ten pounds of normal rocket fuel gets you 60 more miles per hour, ten pounds of xenon ions gets you 600 miles per hour." I could see he was working out the implications of what I had just said. "God, you're a geek," he finally said, with a smile on his face. "The Internet is full of all kinds of crap," I defended. "Is that where you learned what you did to Jill?" I was surprised by his question. We had never discussed the bet before now. I nodded in the affirmative. "So, 'fess up. What did you do to her?" The subject was difficult, so I decided to just plow through and describe it as clinically as I could. Tom asked a couple of questions, but we were done by the time we got to our cars and headed our separate ways. After explaining it to Tom and thinking about it on the way home, I had an idea about some research I wanted to do on the Internet. ********* Sunday morning, I woke up with Karen in my arms. Luckily, I turned off the alarm before it went off. Sunday mornings were always big at the restaurant with the church crowd, so I was headed in early. Karen certainly seemed to enjoy the results of my Internet studies, and as a result was sound asleep. I managed to disentangle myself from her and stager into the kitchen to find some breakfast. I showered, put on my uniform, and slipped out of the house. I wasn't looking forward to working this morning, but we were going over to Michelle's this afternoon for our weekly get-together after I got off work. ********* Tom answered the door when we knocked at Michelle's apartment. Karen gave him the customary hug and went to prep the snacks in the kitchen. "S'up, Dog." Tom's wink reminded me that he had some information to try out last night. From the smile on his face, I was guessing things went well. I caught sight of Michelle coming toward me for our usual hug. She never failed to take my breath away. She was gorgeous. What's more she treated me like a friend; something I was not used to from beautiful people. We lifted our arms for an embrace, when at the last second, she swiveled her head and planted a huge, wet, sloppy kiss on me. I dropped the two bags of chips I was holding and let my arms settle around her. That's when she got serious. There were tongues, and moving lips, and moaning. I didn't have much choice but to kiss her back. When we finally broke the kiss, I continued to hold on to Michelle until the room stopped spinning. Finally, I remembered to breath. "I'm told I have you to thank for last night." Michelle smiled a lascivious smile. "Thank you." "Uh...you're welcome." She slipped out of my arms, retrieved the bags of chips I had dropped on the floor and headed into the kitchen with Karen in tow. "Looks like you need to sit down." Tom pressed an open beer in my hand and went to occupy the easy chair. I took a swig of my beer and moved to the couch. "I take it things went well last night?" In response to my question, Tom let a sly smile cross his face. I could hear the girls in the kitchen giggling about something. "You could say that." Tom went after a chip full of salsa. Again, more giggling from the kitchen. "What are they carrying on about?" "I dare not even guess. I've stopped trying to figure out women. It can't be done." I took another swig of beer. "Say the sooth, brother!" Tom encouraged. "Say the sooth!" Say the sooth? Oh, I get it. Soothsayer. It occurs to me that "dumb jock" is almost like a coat Tom puts on when he's around his athlete friends. It's probably easier than sticking out as someone who actually likes being an English major. My ruminations were interrupted when the girls came in from the kitchen carrying more snacks. After Karen placed the bowl of chips and the dip on the table, she spun around and straddled Tom's legs, her cleavage unavoidably in his face. "I hear you've been a naughty boy." Tom got his beer out of the way in time and using all of his willpower, pried his eyes away from Karen's tits. "Me? No, I ain't been naughty. I've been a good boy." Karen stroked the side of his face with her hand, ending up with a handful of hair. She jerked Tom's head back and locked his eyes in her gaze. "Denying it just makes it worse. Don't make me have to punish you." Tom found a place for his beer to rest on the side table. "Yes Mistress Karen." "That's it, Asshole." Karen grabbed the bottom of her shirt with both hands, and in one smooth movement threw it across the room. She grabbed Tom's head with both hands and shoved his face into her D-cup cleavage. Tom didn't seem to mind being punished. Michelle had placed the snacks she was carrying on the table and turned to regard Karen and Tom on the easy chair, hands on her hips. "So just what the hell am I supposed to do while you fuck my boyfriend?" Karen didn't even turn around. "Ed, honey, show Michelle your new trick." Tom's hand was trying for the clasp on Karen's bra. Michelle turned to me in disbelief. "You've got a NEW trick?" All I could manage was to nod my head. "I don't know. Am I going to explode?" Karen answered while twisting around on Tom's lap, keeping his hands away from unfastening her bra. "THAT is a definite possibility." Michelle turned back to me with her mouth hanging open. "Oh, my." She walked over and perched on my lap. My arms slid around her waist naturally. She pulled my face into her intoxicating hair. I growled like a dog into her neck, and she shivered in response. "Will you show me your new trick?" "I'd love to, but you're wearing too many clothes." She pushed me back into the sofa and stood up. As an evil smile crossed her face she began slowly working on the buttons on her top. My eyes left hers and waded down to her hands, as she took the time to work on each button. I began removing my clothes franticly. I wanted to get done with my clothes so I could concentrate on what she was doing. I was naked in moments. She was just removing her top, revealing the white lacy bra underneath. She wasn't wearing shoes, so her jeans had no real impediment. That didn't stop her from taking them off agonizingly slowly. "Do you like what you see?" I nodded. Forming words was a problem I wasn't ready to deal with right now. I knew my hard-on was pointed right at her, but I didn't care. Michelle removed her bra. She was performing for me, so I wasn't worried about staring at her amazing body. I cast a thought at what I was going to do to that body, so I grabbed a pillow off the couch and dropped it on the floor, never letting my eyes leave her impending nakedness. She hooked her thumbs in her panties and slid them down her legs. When she stepped out of them, I stood up and pulled her to me, running my hands over her body. She leaned into me, trapping my dick between our bellies. After caressing her ass and her breasts, I motioned toward the pillow on the floor. "Lie down on your back, please." Michelle did as I requested with the pillow placed under the small of her back. I noticed that Karen and Tom had lost all of their clothes as well. Karen was still sitting on Tom's lap, guiding his cock into her pussy. I returned my attentions to Michelle, parting her knees and moving my mouth to her right breast. I sucked and licked and nipped her breast as my right hand made its way down between her legs. I began rubbing my palm over her mons, while I continued working on her breast with my tongue. Michelle rewarded my efforts with all those lovely little sounds that women make when they are very happy. When I felt the moisture in her sex, I kissed my way down her stomach and settled in between her legs. I gave her pussy lips a big, long lick with my tongue before delving into the inner recesses. My tongue moved at random, first in her pussy, then on her lips, then across her clit. Once I had her nice and wet, I began concentrating on her clit while I inserted the pinky finger on my right hand into her pussy. Her breathing became irregular at the added stimulation. I worked my finger in and out of her, adding as much saliva as I could. One of the reasons I had selected the floor is that this maneuver tends to get messy. I withdrew my well-lubricated pinky from her pussy. She whined a little to let me know she was unhappy. That wouldn't last long. I slid my slid my first two fingers into her sloppy slit, and at the same time, slid my pinky into her ass. She wasn't complaining now. She bucked her hips and moaned urgently as I made little circles with my hand, all the while assaulting her clit with my tongue. I snuck my left hand back to jerk on my cock to keep it ready. Michelle began to claw at the carpet and I sawed my fingers in and out of her available holes. Her breathing was ragged, and as her climax hit, she levitated off the floor...Well, maybe she didn't levitate, but she sure tried to. I have every confidence she would have made it off the floor if her orgasm hadn't crested and come crashing down on her like a wave on the sand. I lay still until she stopped thrashing, then I withdrew my fingers and moved up her body. I saw Karen in the easy chair with her knees in the seat and her magnificent ass in the air. She had that flush in her face and that dreamy look in her eye. I knew she had cum, and Tom was moving in behind her for his turn. Michelle seemed unaware of me until I lodged my cock at her entrance and thrust all the way in with one stroke. The new sensation seemed to focus her as I began to move in and out of her faster and faster. Michelle had her orgasm, and now it was my turn. I was going to fuck the shit out of this bitch! I got up on my hands and toes and went at her with full strokes, banging into her with every thrust. Soon, the muscles in my abs began to burn with the effort. Michelle started running her hands over my arms and chest, examining every contour of my new muscles, making me feel strong and powerful; a feeling I'm not used to. She started playing with my nipples, which is something that I usually don't like, but didn't seem to bother me very much right now. I pounded her all the harder trying to get her to stop. I didn't last very long, but I didn't have to. I emptied myself into her, and collapsed onto her soft sweaty body.