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Encounters

By: D Fiant



Jennie and Denise were sisters, twins, and had, from day one, shared everything up to and including the day they brought home a local tough guy from the bar and fucked him until he cried. When they were done, laying together there in bed, they told him to get his clothes and get out. After he left, they stayed that way until morning, laughing about what a terrible lay he had been, victorious in the knowledge that they had broken him. They stayed that way, holding each other, filling the silence with soft kisses and gentle caresses, until the sun rose and another day began. There were not enough hours in the night.

They stand across from you now, Jennie and Denise, in the corner sipping cocktails, matching black dresses, matching hairstyles, even their perfume comes from the same bottle. They dress this way, they act this way, because they both know that it will be the easiest way to draw another one into their grasp, into their world, where their sexual power exists within each other.

You see a young man approach them, a hotshot in Armani who thinks his game is better than theirs, but tomorrow morning, when he's gathering up his wrinkled suit, playing by their rules, he'll know better.

Alex was a sales rep for a major cellular company whose true sexuality lay dormant inside him, stifled by a strongly religious family. They would have disowned him had they known about the night Alex met a man at an art exhibit, took him home, and sucked him off ravenously. Their torrid affair lasted almost two months; over and over Alex let this man fuck him, like an addict who just can't seem to get his fill, his urges pacified only by small moments of passion which seemed to pass too quickly.

Alex is at the bar now, nursing a dry martini, too dry. You approach him, brush past him as you signal for the bartender who's too busy flirting with a forty-year-old hussy at the other end of the bar to notice you. The heat you can feel from Alex is undeniable, the heat of someone whose sexuality has been pent up for so long that it's ready to explode.

He doesn't notice you staring at him; he's watching the hotshot in the Armani suit, imagining a thick cock buried to the hilt inside him, wondering just how many drinks it would take to get that kid away from those twins.

Charlotte's first experience was the summer of her freshman year in college with her stepbrother. She hadn't seen him for nearly six years, and by the time they were reunited, she had blossomed into a fiery-haired beauty. As they both learned quickly, her sexual prowess was matched only by her temper, and when he tried to tell her it was over, that the guilt was too much for him, Charlotte beat him so badly he couldn't get out of bed for a day. She refused to be dumped, especially by her own stepbrother, and the young vixen continued to ravage him for three months until she decided to move on.

Her flaming red hair catches your attention out of the corner of your eye. You've given up on trying to get a drink in this place, and satisfy yourself watching Charlotte with her new girlfriend in a dark corner. The girlfriend, a pretty blonde, has run her hand up Charlotte's short skirt, and you notice the distinct motion of an enthusiastic fingering. When she pulls her fingers out, Charlotte grabs hold of them and slips them in her mouth.

By the look on the blonde's face when Charlotte whispers in her ear, you can tell that Charlotte is in control, Charlotte is used to getting what she wants, when Charlotte wants, and Charlotte won't have it any other way.

It wasn't Rebecca's fault that she was victimized by her lovers so frequently, but she was never ingrained with the kinds of protective behaviors most people had. The truth was, she loved it deep down, she loved being controlled, being touched, being grabbed and shaken and fucked up against a wall while she cried out to stop. It had been her first husband that had so long ago tied her down for eight long hours while he teased her clit relentlessly. At the end of the night, he'd fucked her and come on her so many times she could barely stand up when he let her go.

When Charlotte whispers in Rebecca's ear again, you can see the young blonde respond negatively to her request. Charlotte grabs Rebecca roughly by the wrist, the other hand taking hold of her hair, and for a moment, you consider playing hero and breaking them up, but then you notice the sexy smile on Rebecca's face, the glint of excitement in her eye. 

These two are perfect for each other, you'll never separate them. Tonight, they'll go home and fuck each other's brains out without a care in the world when they're wrapped up in each other. 

James had been impotent throughout many of his teenage years, and had been the laughing stock of many of the girls he'd tried to sleep with in high school. When he finally managed to get it up at all, he would come too quickly for it to make any difference. His first long-term lover would fuck him, let him come a minute later, and then satisfy herself with an immense dildo she kept under the bed. Finally, when the Viagra revolution came to be, James stood a chance.

Your eyes scan the room back to the twins, who seem to be having a rather amiable conversation with James. His eyes glint with delight, knowing that his cool demeanor and sleek Armani suit are going to help him get these two girls in the sack with him. He's never fucked twins before, and the thought of getting them both at the same time makes him feel like a god.

Little does he know, all of the Viagra in the world isn't going to help him now, these two are going to chew him up and spit him out. You laugh quietly to yourself, knowing you're smarter than he is, waiting for him to be sucked into their world.

Encounters



This erotic story is not intended for minors or for those offended by sexual writing.

* * * * * 

"Are you going to fuck him?"

Awkward tension fills the air as I look at Amy, who is staring at Elena curiously. With an expression of steely determination, Amy tells Elena, "I don't think it's any of your business what we do——"

Interrupting Amy, Elena expels a harsh gust of air and then begins laughing.

My admiration for Amy growing by the second, she raises her chin defiantly and continues, "But since you've asked——and seem to feel you have some proprietary claim here——the answer is no. I'm not going to fuck him." Now having Elena's complete attention, Amy pauses for effect. "He's going to fuck me . And he's going to fuck me until I can't stand."

"Bitch," Elena cries out.

I know a cat fight is going to break out at any minute, but I don't know how to stop it. Amy's strength and the way she's standing up to Elena amazes me.

"Get the fuck out of here," Elena screams at Amy, who holds her ground.

While watching Amy with appreciation, I see her eyes widen in surprise. "Oh, my God," she mutters.

I turn to see what caused this change in Amy and find that Elena has drawn a pistol——apparently from her coat pocket——and is pointing it at Amy. When I take a step towards Elena, she turns the weapon on me, causing me to step back again. Hey, you would too. Having a gun pointed at you is a scary thing.

Turning the gun back on Amy, Elena says, "I'll tell you one more time, run for your life." Her last few words came out as a maniacal scream.

Amy turns and runs and I take another step backward. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Amy stop just behind the car.

Elena turns the gun on me again and says, "Get back here, asshole."

My heart going crazy in my chest, I move a step back towards her. My erratic pulse is pounding in my ears and I'm sweating profusely. I'm trying to think of a way out of this mess, but it's hard to think clearly when you're afraid for your life——believe me.

"Go!" Elena screams at Amy again and I see Amy run out of sight.

Dammit, Amy hasn't got her purse. Her cell phone in her purse. So how is she going to call for help?

"Now, you," Elena says and moves closer to me, which I really don't want her to do. Getting more jumpy with every step she takes closer to me, I feel as if I'm going to have a damn anxiety attack. My mind spinning, I try to decide what I should do.

"You don't have to do this, Elena. There is no easy end to it," I say, but it's like talking to the wall.

Elena gets behind me and prods my back with the gun. "Inside."

How the hell did it come to this? How did I come to be here with a gun pointed at me by this woman? Oh, I know what you're thinking. Disgruntled wife. Husband caught in the act. But you're wrong. She's not my wife. She's someone else's. So, how did it come to this? I'll tell you . . . 

ENCOUNTER ONE

Approaching from the boardwalk behind her, I see her for the very first time on the beach at the shore in the early morning. Her lithe, curving form, unfettered by anything but the barest of bikinis, is laying in my path. Her elongated body lays supine on the sand, lightly baking under the rising, slowly heating sun. With her dark hair spread out above her head, she appears to be asleep and her beauty is striking. She's facing toward the sea and the sunrise, so her body's bronze tone reflects the early light. As I pass her, I can see two diamond rings flashing from the ring finger of her left hand. I frown and move on toward the sea.

Once beyond her, I turn back, because I can't help myself. The slightest bit of dark bush peaks out from her bikini bottoms, teasing me. The beach at this hour of the morning is practically deserted and I really don't know what to do with myself. I want to approach her if only to ask her name, or to comment on her beauty, or maybe to ask her if she has time to fuck——but I don't. I can't and if you ask why, I wouldn't know how to answer you. I guess because she's obviously museum quality——you can look, but you can't touch.

I know I should move on, because if she opens her eyes, she'll see me admiring her. But that can't be all bad, can it? She's so very erotic laying there on display, especially in her natural state - without lipstick or nail polish on fingernails or toenails. Just her . . . in her naturalness . . . in all her splendor.

Just as I decide to throw caution to the wind, I see a man approaching her reclining body from the boardwalk. He is swaying this way and that, losing his balance in the sand because of his rushed stride, his bald pate shining in the morning sun. Carefully balancing one in each hand, he carries two Styrofoam cups from the Starbucks I'd seen on the walk over here to the beach. Sand kicking up behind his heels as he comes, his face is so red from exertion that I can see its ruddiness from this distance.

I'm in no doubt that this lucky slob is my beach goddess's husband. With a sigh of disappointment at lost passion, I turn and stride into the sea.

ENCOUNTER TWO

I own and operate a small cabaret near Cape Cod, Mass. A nightclub, if you please. I'm sure you've heard of places like mine, which serve appetizers and lots of alcohol. When the young dance, they tend to drink quite a bit too, so we do very well. At least, I have no complaints. We cater to the young and restless——and believe me, there are more of them than you might suspect. And they're all beautiful. They're my very favorite people——especially the young women.

The week goes as is usual and although I dream of her coming in, I don't really expect her here. Although she looked to me as if she might fit in here, her husband——or the man I assume was her husband——wouldn't. He's too bald, too fat, too old, and too ugly.

At the end of the week, on Friday night, as I'm talking to my manager about staffing, I glance at the dance floor and I'm amazed to see her there——on my dance floor, in my club, dancing. She's dancing the tango with her husband and once again, his face is red, his breathing is rapid, and his pate is shinny and wet. In contrast, she looks very cool and very slick.

I excuse myself from Carl——who really runs the club quite well without me——and go to watch. Of course, she's wearing more clothing than she wore on the beach, but that doesn't disconcert me. I'd recognize her anywhere. She wears a short, flouncy, pleated skirt that rides low on her hips, leaving a lot of very flat abdomen and rounded, upper buttocks between it and the low-cut, clingy, silk top that emphasizes her breasts. Her heels are at least three inches, making her slightly taller than her husband.

She easily fit in with the club's young, vibrant crowd without any problem at all. If she is a day over twenty-five, I'd be amazed. On the other hand, her husband is a middle-aged, pot-bellied man with thinning, blond hair and unblinking eyes. His unblinking eyes are no doubt the result of an incompetent plastic surgeon, who wielded his knife with more guts than dexterity. If the surgery did in fact improve his appearance, I shudder to think what he must have looked like before he went under the knife. He must have looked very rough indeed.

Her husband is somehow keeping up with her tango, but he's sweating badly now and I'm beginning to worry a little about him possibly having a heart attack on my dance floor——but not too much. I can't think of anyone I'd rather see on a gurney more. I have a tendency to face problems when they occur, instead of anticipating and preventing them. I'm sure this risky behavior will take its toll on my pocketbook one day, but since it's already fat and getting fatter every day, I probably will continue to live on the edge. As it turns out, he doesn't have a heart attack——or even faint.

After the dance, she sits her panting husband down at a table so he can catch his breath. She joins him and then turns her back on him to look at the throng of dancing flesh on the dance floor. I watch her tapping foot and admiring eyes for quite some time before I take them a very luscious and expensive bottle of wine on the house.

"Hello, my name is Chad James," I say as I approach their table and the woman turns to look at me with sultry eyes. "I wanted to welcome you to my club with a bottle of wine. It's always good to have a more mature presence in our establishment."

The smallest of smiles appears on her aquiline features. The husband absolutely beams at me and stands to shake my hand. I'm several inches taller and much more muscular than he is. And about forty pounds lighter, too.

"Well, thank you, kind sir," he says, shaking my hand with a great deal more vigor than he'd shown on the dance floor. "I'm Sam Morton." Looking over his shoulder, he introduces his wife, Mrs. Morton." Then facing me again, he continues, "I'm sure we'll be back, assuming I can drag my wife away from here. Nobody loves dancing like my lady here."

"Please, sit down, sit down, be comfortable," I say, taking a good long admiring look at the lady. "Let me just open this," I say, looking around until I find one of my waitresses. I call out to her, "Velma, will you get me glasses, please." I begin to open the wine, never taking my eyes off the beautiful woman sitting beside her toad of a husband. All the while, she's smiling at me——or is she laughing?

Velma brings glasses and I pour them each a glass of the wine.

The wife speaks for the first time as I set her glass before her. "Won't you join us?"

I smile at her, my white teeth gleaming against my tanned, virile face. "I don't drink."

"Oh," she replies, "I don't care about your drinking habits, Chad. I meant, couldn't you sit with us for awhile."

I pause for effect before saying, "Sure, I can join you——just for a moment or two." I pull over an empty chair from a table nearby and sit as close to her as possible. "So, I didn't catch your name."

"I'm Elena," she responds.

I smile at her husband and then look back at her. "I'm very happy to meet you." I say to her husband, "Both of you." They both smile at me. "I hope you enjoy my club."

They nod and Sam says, "We're having a great time."

She says, "We are, Chad. We love the club. I love to dance. Sam, poor man, gets a little worn out from all the activity, that's all."

"Aw, that's too bad. Sam, maybe a diet might help . . ."

He looks as if he's going to become apoplectic, but she is the one who interrupts me, laughing. "Sam? My goodness. Take Sam away from his food and you've got a real problem."

"Oh, I see." I smile at them as they take a sip of wine.

"Wow," Sam says, licking his lips and placing his glass on the table, "this is good stuff."

Still smiling, I turn and look into Elena's eyes, giving her the look that has been known to turn a woman's will to mush. "Well, Elena, we do love dancers here, you know." Then, including her husband, I say, "You both will always be welcome here." Turning back to her, I look deeply into her eyes once again. "And, Elena, we don't want anyone to get bored here. We have many younger men who can relieve your husband." Looking at Sam, I say, "Give your husband a rest when he needs it." To her, I continue, "If that's what the two of you desire, of course. It's the way of the house, here. We aim to please. It's always been so."

She guffaws, sips her wine, looks at the dancers, and then back at me. "So, Chad, this group of young hunks, does the list include you?"

"Well, of course it does——when I'm not busy, that is," I say, looking deeply into her eyes once more. Reflecting the club's many colored lights, her dark gray eyes are so entrancing I feel I'm about to fall into their depths——and love every second of the free-fall. I turn to her husband and ask, "Sam, do you mind?"

"No, not at all, not at all. You two enjoy yourselves. I'm going to have another glass of this extraordinarily delicious wine," he says, shaking his head——it seems to me——in sync with the beat of the music before turning back to the wine bottle.

Elena and I were standing long before his answer and now walk toward the dance floor. I surreptitiously nod to the disc jockey, which is our secret signal for him to put on a slow, soft number. Taking the traditional dance position, I place my right arm around her shoulders and take her left hand in mine. We begin to move and sway to the slow, but sensual beat of the music.

"You were on the beach the other day," she says as we twirl.

So, she wasn't asleep. Caught, I confess, "Yes, I was. You were very elegant laying there."

"I saw you staring."

I smile. "Still am. You are a beautiful woman. Of course, I didn't know at that time that you were married."

"Of course." She smiles as we sway to the music, practically standing still. "I don't know why," she says, holding up her left hand, displaying her wedding rings. "It's pretty obvious, isn't it?" She laughs a low and sultry laugh as I swing her around on the dance floor and then go back to dancing in place. 

"I wasn't looking at your hands," I say.

Her laugh is beautiful too. "Very good," she compliments me. "My husband saw you standing there, you know. You were so obvious, he asked me what you wanted as he handed me my iced coffee." 

"And what did you tell him I wanted?" I ask.

"The truth."

She smiles at my perplexed expression. "The truth?"

"Yes, I told him you were about to make me a sensual proposition when he so rudely entered the picture."

"A proposition about what?"

"To fuck me, of course," she responds, smiling at me.

I pull her a little closer to me and she comes willingly. "What did he say?"

She shrugs and comes closer still. "He asked if I wanted you to come on to me."

With her large breasts rubbing against my chest——carrying on their own conversation, you might say——I am very distracted, but I press, "And you responded . . ." 

"I said, 'Sure.' That it would be exciting and different."

It's becoming difficult to keep the conversation going, because her pelvis rubs and rotates against my increasingly less-flaccid cock as we dance, but I manage to ask, "And what did he say to that?"

"Nothing. He just put his coffee cup down——he never drank it——to recover his breathing. He'd been running through the sand, you know. He just laid down on a towel beside me and went to sleep." She snickers. "Can you imagine Sam running——in the sand, no less."

She pulls away from me as the song ends and I lead her back to her half-drunk, red-faced——but from what I can tell——not unhappy husband. I become busy a short time later and during that time, Sam and Elena give me their farewells before leaving the club. Sam promises they'll be back soon. At the door, Elena turns and gives me a big, toothy, sultry smile before following her husband out into the night. As the door closes behind them, I'm sure I'll see her again——soon.

ENCOUNTER THREE

Financially, the last week has been especially rewarding. Elena must have brought me good fortune with her unspoken promise. At least, I like to think it was a promise——with her eyes, of course, not her lips. I think about her all my waking hours and I sometimes dream about her, too. To be more honest, I dream about her more than not. And the dreams . . . in them, she is so luscious, so sensual, so sexy, and so wanton.

I have a couple of girlfriends. I guess that's what you'd call them. Ann and Amy——the two A's in my life. I like them both. They are charming, educated, women of the world and they hold their own in the most dire conditions. Male club owners——especially young and virile ones like me——do attract quite a bit of their female clientele. So, to be more blunt, I regularly fuck a couple of women who frequent my club. So what? The problem is that I've started envisioning Elena in their place during intercourse with them——and that isn't good for Mr. Peepers. That's what Ann calls my cock. You see, he tends to rebel when he realizes he isn't fucking who he really wants to be fucking, falling like the Hindenburg instead of rising like the Washington Monument.

So now that Elena is ruining my sleep, my sex life, and keeping my head in the clouds, I wonder when she's coming back to my club to dance with me once more——or again and again.

She comes in at exactly 9 PM on Friday night——not that I'm keeping track——with a party of eight, including her husband. There is a bit of chaos at first, because my club isn't prepared to seat eight people in one spot. But, as I've said so many times, we aim to please. Working together, my waiters and waitresses quickly find two free tables, pulling them together near the dance floor, and squeeze the party around them.

Gradually, the club returns to its normally level of excitement and people resume dancing. There are five women and three men in the party. And to my delight, Sam is one of the men. Drinks are ordered and I see that Sam is drinking heavily, getting drunk early. Everyone at the table is laughing, talking, and seem to be having a good time. It just doesn't look like my kind of scene. My kind of scene is Elena, all alone and bare assed naked in my bed. Occasionally, this couple or that couple——always a heterosexual pairing——get up to dance. But not Sam. He's too busy drinking himself into a stupor.

As I watch, the group slowly becomes inebriated and sweaty from dancing. Sam is up slobbering on one of the women and one of the other two men is dancing with another woman. From what I can tell, the remaining man is trying to entertain the other three with crude jokes. Elena doesn't seem to be dancing very much. Later, I see her smile broadly at the others at the table as she leaves to walk toward the bathroom, which means she has to walk by me on her way.

"Hi there, Chad!"

"Hello," I respond. She's looked so bored tonight, so it's good to see excitement in her eyes when she comes near me. She stops and looks at me, her hair falling in front of her right eye, but she doesn't brush it away. Instead, she looks at me through the tendrils like I'm an oddity she hasn't quite reconciled just yet.

"We're back," she says. "Just like we promised."

"I can see that and I'm very happy you are, of course. Quite a party you brought with you."

"Yes," she says slyly, "I like big parties. Anything big, I always say." Then she continues on to the bathroom.

Later, when the party finally broke up and there are only two women left at the table with Sam and Elena——and Sam is drunk——I go over and ask, "What happened to everyone. Did you four tire out the rest of them?"

Everyone laughs. Elena stands, takes my hand, and pulls me toward the dance floor. Like before, I nod at the disc jockey and we begin to dance the beguine. 

"How come I haven't danced with you all night?"

She looks up at me. "I don't know. I've been waiting."

"Oh? Waiting for me?"

"I suppose you can conclude that if you want. I'm lonely tonight. Sam's drunk and I hate scenes like this," she says.

"I'm going to tell you the truth, Elena. I've thought of nothing but you since I saw your luscious, very succulent body on the beach that day. You occupy my mind——even at the most inconvenient times, I might add."

"That's nice, Chad," she says, smiling wickedly. "I'm glad to have inconvenienced you in whatever way I can."

"Sam seems to be paying more attention to your friend than to you. Why don't we send them off together? Then maybe we can spend some quality time together at last."

She laughs heartily. "Poor Sam. Nobody cares about his feelings."

"Looking at the woman who's coming on to him, I'd say she cares what happens to him——or maybe she just wants to happen to him."

"She wouldn't have him. I know her too well."

"That's sad I guess."

We continue to dance. Holding her very close, every movement causes her luscious to rub against mine, exciting me. Her nipples feel like steel points against my chest, so I know she wants me too. I whisper in her ear, "I'd treat you so nice."




Encounters



"Oh, my," she says, cuddling against me even more, bringing her lips close to my ear, "I bet you would!"

I whisper to her again, "Your scent is so . . . alluring . . . tantalizing——that's the word. Tantalizing to my senses. You're driving me crazy." She leans back to look at me with glazed eyes. Our crotches glued together, I can see the lust in eyes and I want nothing more than to take her right there on the dance floor and fuck her in front of her husband and God and everyone. "What are the chances?"

"I have to get Sam home, Chad. I'll talk to you soon," is her only response and she leaves me there on the dance floor with a boner. But it isn't the first hard-on I've had while walking through my club and it probably won't be the last.

I become busy then, because one of the bouncers is having problems with a drunk and I have to make sure the outcome is to our best interests. The next time I look, Elena is supporting Sam with her arms and her two friends are holding the door open for them as they leave.

I cross to them to say goodbye, but before I can, she says, "I have to get Sam home, Chad. Thanks for a wonderful time and I'll see you soon."

I stare at her face and she winks at me. Turning to the other two women, I bid them goodnight. I pat Sam on the shoulder and usher them into the night. Damn! Shit! That wink still lures me on. I know she's mine. If not tonight, then soon.

ENCOUNTER FOUR

Is this getting frustrating? Damn right. I haven't had a date in two weeks. I'm beginning to think this woman sees me as someone she can taunt and get away with it. She obviously leads her husband around by his cock, so I guess she thinks she can do the same with me. Even as I scoff at the idea, I'm masturbating furiously——thinking of her.

After three weeks, I get a note from Elena delivered to the club by a messenger that no one noticed. It obviously wasn't her. My employees surely would've noticed her. The typed note read:

Dear Chad,

I wanted to apologize about the other night, but with the raucous behavior in the club and with Sam being so drunk, we decided we'd better get out of there. I'm sure you'll have it under control the next time we come back. The girls, Robin and Charlene, really thought you were handsome and debonair. LOL 

There is a scribbled Elena at the bottom. Were she here, I'm not sure I would've been able to restrain myself from damaging her beyond all recognition. I'm only kidding. I'd never hit a woman. They are built for better and more delectable things. But I'm just so frustrated.

ENCOUNTER FIVE

I have the flu and it's killing me. I've been sick for three days and nights. I'm freezing, sweating, aching, and damn near delirious when my doorbell rings on a Saturday morning.

"Go away," I call.

There is a knock and I cover my head with my pillow, hoping whoever it is will go away. But I can still hear them knocking at my door and then they start ringing the bell again. Then there's yet more pounding on the door. The postman, I think. My mother has probably sent me a registered package——which is just like her. I wrap my quilt around my sweaty, pajama-clad body and make my way down the hall, through the living room, and then to the front door. I open it.

In a state of shock, I gasp, "Elena?"

She pushes me out of the way——no real feat considering I'm so weak——and walks into my living room. Okay, I'm a bachelor. I don't sweep everyday. I don't wash dishes after every meal. I haven't shaved or bathed in four days. I'm sure I stink and I am equally sure I look awful.

She looks around and then turns to face me. "Fever?"

I nod. "I haven't taken my temperature though."

"You have to get back to bed. Don't worry about anything. I'm in charge." She leads me back into the bedroom and pulls off my quilt from around me. She then pushes me back onto the bed and makes it presentable. At least the upper covers anyway. "You sleep. I'm going to run you a bath in a minute and you can get yourself cleaned up. You'll be amazed how much better you'll feel."

She dumbfounds me, but I am also very tired, so I'm asleep the minute she walks out of the room.

* * * * *

My rest is disturbed by her administration of Tylenol and fluids, including the most amazing chicken soup. My rest is again disturbed by the sounds of a vacuum cleaner and then running water. She gets me up and sinks me into a warm bath. She washes me——my hair, my back, my crotch. At one point, I believe I hear her mutter, "My, my, a big boy." But I'm not absolutely sure that's what she said. I'm not really sure of anything.

My rest is disturbed yet again by a fleshy presence next to me, holding me, soothing me. Even with the fever, I can feel her nudity and know that she's gotten into bed with me, but she won't let me touch her. She cuddles me from behind while her hand holds my penis.

When I wake, I'm rested, dry, fever-less, and groggy eyed. In other words, I'm well. I can tell my flu is over. My memory is hazy and I wonder if I only dreamed about Elena. However, my clean house and washed dishes suggest her presence was real.

After I shave and dress, I go to the club and catch up on paperwork and my staff's idiosyncrasies. Amazingly, we made more money while I was sick than we ever do when I'm well and at work. I kinda feel like Jack Benny in that movie where his accountant tells him at breakfast that Jack made seven million dollars, or so, while he slept the previous night. Jack immediately gets up to leave the room and the accountant asks him where he's going. Jack says he's going back to bed. If he can make that kind of money when he's sleeping, then why should he get up?

But later that evening, I answer the phone to find Elena on the line. "So, you're finally up and around," she says.

"You really were there, weren't you?" I ask.

"Nah, it was only a dream."

"You have me bewitched, woman. What do you want?"

She laughs into my ear. "I have what I want, Chad. You——bewitched."

"There has to be more to it than this," I say.

Her laughter continues. "You mean like . . . sex and things like that?"

"Yeah, I mean things like that——but mostly sex."

Her laughter grows. "What do you call two people nude in bed when you can't get it up?"

I have to laugh now. "I don't know. What?"

"A missed chance," she whispers into the phone and hangs up.

ENCOUNTER SIX

I walk into the cleaners to drop off my laundry and I feel a small hand on my shoulder. As I'm turning around, Elena asks, "Don't you have a washing machine at your place?"

"Ha! It's you. By the way, how did you know where I live?"

She stares me right in the eye. "I followed you home one night."

"You what?" I ask sharply, startling the person behind the counter. I turn and gave my stuff to the counter person and she starts writing me a ticket. When I turn around, Elena is gone. I rush outside, look both ways, and then I bend down and move along the street, looking inside the cars. Nothing.

I go back into the cleaners and pick up my ticket. Stuffing it into my pocket, I go back to my house. As I'm inserting my key in the door's lock, I place my hand on the door and it swings open on its hinges freely. A chill goes up my spine, because I'm sure I locked the door when I left.

I enter the house slowly, my eyes darting from one side to the other as I move through the house. It is obvious that there's no one in the living room, so I move on. Every nerve in my body is charged with an intensity I've never felt before. I'm tense and sweating.

There is no one in the dining room, no one in the kitchen, no one in the guest bath, and no one in the utility room. I turn and walk back through the dining room to the hall. The hall is dim, but as far as I can see there's no one in it. I flip on the light switch on my left and the hallway becomes illuminated, stretching emptily before me.

This is a two bedroom, two bath house. The master bedroom has a self-contained bathroom as well as a walk-in closet. It's on my right at the end of the hall. On my left is the closed door to the second bathroom. My heart pounding, my breath running rampant in and out of my lungs, I open the door and flip on the light switch. It's empty, so I move on.

Next on the left is the second bedroom. As I approach the door, I glance to my right and see that the door to my bedroom is closed. I never leave it closed. The door to the second bedroom is usually closed, because it saves on heat in the winter and air conditioning in the summer. I stretch out my hand, take the doorknob to the second bedroom, turn it, and push it open. Sweat drips into my eyes and for a moment I can't see anything until I wipe it away with my sleeve. The room is empty, so I quickly cross to the closet and open its door. It contains my out-of- season clothing and an old gym bag. There is no one there. No bogie man in the closet——or in my gym bag.

I turn and leave the second bedroom. Approaching my door, my pulse is pounding in my ears, my eyelids are stretched wide-open, and my eyeballs are distended. I press on, take the doorknob in my hand, twist it, and it opens. I push it open further, so I can see into the room. There's no one in the bedroom, so I cross to the bath. There's no one in the bath. I take a hand towel off a rack and wipe my face with it.

Absentmindedly, I continue holding it as I exit the room. I'm beginning to rush now, wanting to confront who or whatever has invaded my home. I quickly move to the closet. Pushing my clothes this way and that way, causing them to fall off their hangers and land listlessly on the floor, I look for someone I never find. I go back out into the bedroom again. Standing there, I realize there could be someone under the bed, so I bend down and look——no one. Slightly calmed, I sink down onto the bed and wipe my face again with the towel I'd picked up in the bathroom.

After a moment, my mind shifts back to normal. I begin to think and not react. Then I laugh at myself.

Stupid, you left the fucking front door open and you've been in hysterics because of it. Shit almighty damn! 

I stand up and pace back and forth in the room. Finally, I throw the hand towel onto the bed and leave the bedroom, going back to the living room.

Elena is sitting at the dining table, drinking one of my Cokes out of my refrigerator. I know, you must think I'm crazy. How do I know she didn't bring the coke with her when she came? Because I know, dammit! It's damp with condensation and her hand is wet from it. And I know, deep inside of me, that she's been here all along and I'm beginning to understand now who it is I'm really afraid of.

"Hello, Chad," she says, looking up at my completely stunned face. Smiling innocently, she continues, "The door was open, so I made myself at home. I thought I heard you back there."

Somehow I get myself together——I don't know how. I just reached into my deepest reserves and found control. "Good. I'm glad you're here. Yeah, I was just rearranging some things back there. What are you doing here? We can't cuddle nude and not consummate our lust like we did when I was sick."

"Oh, that. Actually, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I was watching you——I like watching you, you know——and I saw you enter your house. There was something about you——a hesitance, or maybe a skittishness——that was so obvious in your posture that I thought I'd better come and make sure you were all right."

"So, you came in and I was making a lot of noise like maybe I was throwing things around." Elena nods, bright-eyed and smiling, so I continue, "And you, being as worried about me as you were, just came in, grabbed a coke, sat down, and waited for me to get over my . . . fit?. . . and come back out into the dining room. Is that about right?"

"Well," she says, pausing to sip her Coke, "when you put it that way, it sounds kind of callous of me, doesn't it?"

"Yes," I say, "it does."

She looks up at me so innocently. "But you don't think I'm callous, now do you?"

"Actually, that's just what I think. And I'm thinking much more derogatory things than callous, as a matter of fact."

The anger in her eyes comes from nowhere——so suddenly, that it is a shock to the senses. "What the hell do you mean by that?" She throws the Coke can at me, but I sidestep it and it crashes to the floor, leaking out onto the stone flooring of the kitchen.

"I think I'm getting tired of the pussyfooting we've been doing, Elena. It's time to put up or shut up. And by shutting up, I mean ta-ta."

"Ta-ta?" She scowls at me. "You are a sick man. What do you mean by put up or shut up? Sex. That's what's occupying that small mind of yours, isn't it?"

"I've had it lady. Go home to your husband. No one needs you here and he obviously tolerates your bullshit. So go home."

"You dirty bastard," she sputters. "You cheap, sick——"

She stops quite suddenly and tries to slap me. But when I manage to avoid that, she pivots on her heels, storms head held high through the living room, and slams the front door on the way out.

THE INTERLUDE

For the next three days, I amaze myself with my ability to burn my bridges behind me. Did I really want to offend and discard Elena? She is so beautiful. So sensual. So soft. So firm. She has such gorgeous eyes. And such a great ass . . .

On the fourth day, I finish analyzing myself and call my manager. The one nice thing about being me is that I really don't have to spend much time at work. Coming in once a month would probably be enough and I probably could pay an accountant to do that if I wanted to live in the South of France or something——but I don't.

Carl, my manager, is a good man and I trust him completely. He has three children and his wife left him, so he works all the hours I'll give him. He agrees to cover for me while I'm gone. I explain to Carl about Elena and tell him to keep an eye on her if she comes in.

Next, I call Ann, one of my two ex-lovers. Amy and I go out of town for the week. At the coast, there's a hotel that has private rooms facing the ocean. It is one of my favorites and Ann and I have a wonderful week there.

"So," Ann inquires while we are enjoying breakfast one morning. "Now that we've gotten all that animal lust out of systems, where have you been the last month? I never got a call that I remember."

I look up from my newspaper. Did I mention that Ann has this really great birthmark just above her left buttock? "I don't remember any calls from you either, come to think of it."

She smiles at me through a mass of curls. "You know how I keep myself occupied. I'm so busy I don't notice time passing, but somehow I noticed that you weren't calling." She tosses her auburn hair back out of her eyes.

I probably also didn't mention that we're sitting nude at the table while eating breakfast, did I? Ann is a cute stage actress with a great body and an excellent mind, who I've gone with off and on over the last several years. "I too have been busy."

"With a woman?" Her eyebrows rise . . . dramatically?

"I think it was, but maybe it wasn't. When you're as busy as I am, such incidental things don't make too much of an impression."

"Did it hurt?" She reads me too well.

"I didn't fuck her!"

Ann laughs and I join in. "No wonder she got under your skin."

"She's married. It was just an encounter. A couple of encounters."

"No wonder you were so horny," she laughs.

"Still am," I say. I stand and pick her up from her chair. We kiss long, hard, and penetratingly. We make love between the table and the kitchen range——lustily. With butter. Hey, I saw Last Tango in Paris, too. 

* * * * *

We return home and to our respective workplaces——me with an invigorated attitude. The club ran well with no incident while I was gone. Carl tells me that Elena came in one night and asked for me. He told her that I was out of town and she left.

I find messages at work and at home from her saying, "Call me."

I sit by the phone for a long time trying to decide what I should do, but I don't call her. I'm thinking she'll probably disappear if I don't feed her fire. I call everyone else who called me though. Amy is one of them. Amy is the other woman who used to come around and make whoopee. Amy is a college professor at Columbia, so I don't see her as much as Ann. But she's a great fuck and funny too, so I call her back.

THE FINAL ENCOUNTER

Amy is riding beside me as we pull onto my street and drive toward my house. We are very relaxed and both of us are dressed casually. I'm wearing a polo shirt and a pair of jeans while Amy is wearing shorts and a very tight blouse. She was also carrying her purse, but earlier she tossed it into the back seat. We had a wonderful afternoon at the park and I know she is just as anxious as I am for a bath and some bedroom games.

As we pull up to the garage, I hit the garage door opener and the door rises. The light inside the garage doesn't come on, but that doesn't surprise me. The bulb probably burned out. I pull into the garage and shut down the engine.

It's then that I notice someone standing in the shadows at the back of the garage. Amy sees the person also and blurts out, "Who is that?"

I open my car door and get out. I look at the person as they come forward slightly. It's Elena. She's wearing a long slicker of some sort and she has her right hand in her pocket. Her hair is uncombed and she stands slightly askew. She looks funny and the word "maniacal" crosses my mind.

I hear a car door open and I know Amy is getting out of the car. "Elena? What are you doing here?" I ask.

Not even looking at me, she growls at Amy. "Are you going to fuck him?"

Awkward tension fills the air as I look at Amy, who is staring at Elena curiously. With an expression of steely determination, Amy tells Elena, "I don't think it's any of your business what we do——"

Interrupting Amy, Elena expels a harsh gust of air and then begins laughing.

My admiration for Amy growing by the second, she raises her chin defiantly and continues, "But since you've asked——and seem to feel you have some proprietary claim here——the answer is no. I'm not going to fuck him." Now having Elena's complete attention, Amy pauses for effect. "He's going to fuck me. And he's going to fuck me until I can't stand."

"Bitch," Elena cries out.

I know a cat fight is going to break out at any minute, but I don't know how to stop it. Amy's strength and the way she's standing up to Elena amazes me.

"Get the fuck out of here," Elena screams at Amy, who holds her ground.

While watching Amy with appreciation, I see her eyes widen in surprise. "Oh, my God," she mutters.

I turn to see what caused this change in Amy and find that Elena has drawn a pistol——apparently from her coat pocket——and is pointing it at Amy. When I take a step towards Elena, she turns the weapon on me, causing me to step back again. Hey, you would too. Having a gun pointed at you is a scary thing.

Turning the gun back on Amy, Elena says, "I'll tell you one more time, run for your life." Her last few words came out as a maniacal scream.

Amy turns and runs and I take another step backward. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Amy stop just behind the car.

Elena turns the gun on me again and says, "Get back here, asshole."

My heart going crazy in my chest, I move a step back towards her. My erratic pulse is pounding in my ears and I'm sweating profusely. I'm trying to think of a way out of this mess, but it's hard to think clearly when you're afraid for your life——believe me.

"Go!" Elena screams at Amy again and I see Amy run out of sight.

Dammit, Amy hasn't got her purse. Her cell phone in her purse. So how is she going to call for help?

"Now, you," Elena says and moves closer to me, which I really don't want her to do. Getting more jumpy with every step she takes closer to me, I feel as if I'm going to have a damn anxiety attack. My mind spinning, I try to decide what I should do.




Encounters



"You don't have to do this, Elena. There is no easy end to it," I say, but it's like talking to the wall.

Elena gets behind me and prods my back with the gun. "Inside."

I move to the door that leads into the utility room and the kitchen. I wonder if I can shut the door as I walk in and lock it before she can shoot me. But when I get there, I remember that the door opens into the garage, so it has to be pulled shut behind you when you enter. I enter and Elena enters right behind me.

The house is freezing. I start to shiver when I enter and now I understand why she has the coat on. She must have turned the air conditioner up to its highest setting and I cursed myself for getting the best money could buy. 

"Damn, it's cold in here."

She closes and locks the door behind her, then nudges me into the kitchen, through the dining room, and into the living room, never responding. In the living room, I see a duffel bag, which I know is not mine, so I assume it's hers.

"Sit," she says, pointing to the sofa.

My teeth beginning to chatter, I reluctantly sit. Keeping the gun pointed at my mid- section——I've heard stomach wounds are the most painful——she removes some heavy leather wrist and ankle straps with metal buckles. Being careful to keep the gun aimed at me the entire time, she fastens my ankles together and then pulls one wrist at a time behind my back and binds my wrists together with the straps.

After I'm secure, she leaves the room, going toward the back of the house——I assume to the kitchen. I'm shivering badly now and my teeth are really chattering. What an exquisite torture she's thought up for me, but I'm sure the best is yet to come. She returns a moment later with a hot cup of tea and a cup of ice cubes.

I'm really confused. What is she going to do with hot tea and ice cubes? But I'm not confused for long. She sips the tea before sitting her cup on the coffee table, and then she comes and sits beside me with the cup of ice cubes. 

“Elena, why don’’t you untie me. You have a loving husband. You don’’t want to ruin your life, and mine . . ."

Her laugh interrupts me. A premonition of what's to come hits me like a sledgehammer. 

When she begins to stuff the ice cubes down my chest, I jerk this way and that, screaming ““No, look . . . don't," trying to avoid them, but she persists and eventually, I falter. The ice cubes are very, very cold on my stomach. While they melt, she kneels at my feet and loosens my belt and the top of my jeans, so some of the icy water can run down into my crotch.

““Oh . . . no --- ooh . . . m . . . my . . . g . . . g. . . god-d-d . . .””

The overwhelming cold leaves me feeling disembodied, making my living room seem foreign. My teeth are chattering so hard the sound is deafening and I'm sure I'm doing serious damage their surface. While I shudder uncontrollably, this torture goes on for a long time. Me——crying, screaming, and colder than the North Pole in winter. Her——sipping her tea as if she's at a goddamned tea party. It goes on and on until I must've finally passed out from the cold.

I wake wondering if my penis and gonads are frostbitten and find Elena undoing my ankle straps. She motions with the pistol and I stand. I'll do whatever I have to do until I see an opportunity to overpower her, but my strength is quickly being drained by the cold. My heart tripping, my pulse pounding, my nerves on alert, I know I have to find a way out of this. Otherwise, I'm probably going to die. I feel that truth in my gut.

With her pushing me down the hallway, we pass the guest bathroom and turn right into my bedroom. Immediately, I notice that she's attached more straps to each post of my four- poster bed. She directs me to the bed and then has me remove all my clothing. It's difficult with my hands tied together, but somehow——because I'm wearing loafers and she’’s already undone my jeans——I'm able to shrug out of them. She urges me onto the bed where she pulls my shorts down my legs and off. Then she pulls off my socks. I prop myself up, trying to see if my genitals are white, but I can't tell. Everything just looks wet and hairy down there.

"Lay down," she commands and I do.

She straps my ankles to the two bottom bedposts. Then she pulls me to the left and attaches my left wrist to the left bedpost. After she moves around to the right side of the bed, she unfastens my right hand from my left and refastens it to the right bedpost. During this whole procedure, I'm unable to resist her because my hands are too numb and tingly.

"A . . . a . . . a . . . bl . . . la . . . nket . . . pl . . . "

She laughs at my frozen stuttering and throws a blanket over me. She leaves me there and goes——I think——into the bathroom. It's difficult to be sure since my arms are secured so tightly that I can't lift my head much to see. I can breathe freely though and I'm a little warmer. I guess I should consider myself lucky, but I'm sure I'm going to die today. 

When she comes back, the change in her is amazing. She's nude, her hair is combed, she's made up her face freshly, and is laughing to herself. And the pistol dangles in her hand like a snake about to strike.

She places the weapon on the night stand and pulls the blanket off me. I'm so cold it wasn't helping that much anyway. Then she kisses me. I'm so shocked that I kiss her back. When she pulls away from me, she’’s smiling triumphantly.

Slowly——almost languidly——she gets up on the bed and straddles me. Bracing her hands on my chest, she propels her body forward over them——almost like leapfrogging, I muse——her feet barely clearing her arms. She then walks on her knees the rest of the way until she's sitting on my face.

The smell of her is so irresistible that my tongue——as if by its own accord——snakes out of my mouth and licks her. Her taste is so erotic. She presses her labia down onto my face and I fear I will not be able to breathe, but I soon forget about everything——my fear of death, the cold, possible suffocation. I'm lost in the heavenly taste of her. Pushing my tongue past her lips into the canal beyond, I eagerly fuck her with it.

I can feel my throbbing erection sticking up into the air behind her. I remove my tongue from her slick tunnel and tongue all around her clitoris, pressing on the nub before plunge back into her again. Then I go back to the nub and then back into her. To the nub and back inside her. Again and again and again, I repeat this process until she suddenly floods my mouth with her cum and I swallow it——loving it. What man would not? If he could, he'd drown in it. The fool.

She comes again and even in my single-minded state, I can feel the orgasm as it hits her and then fades away. She slumps back, so I can breath——and I do. Great, wondrous, gulps of air fill my lungs and I know what it is to be saved. I draw breath and I draw breath. But I’’m warmer now.

After some time——sluggishly at first——she rouses and moves down on my body. Another few moments pass when I feel the warmth of her vagina as she slides down my shaft. Straining up to look, I’’m sure that it is her vagina and not her mouth, but not sure enough that I don’’t need to look. No longer cold or afraid, I begin to thrust up into her as she slides down and soon enough, we establish a rhythm.

"Is this . . . what . . . you wanted?"

"Yes," I cry out and thrust again.

"You got what you wanted. . . I love you," she says.

I'm unable to concentrate on what she's saying. But it would be preposterous to believe such a declaration from someone you're afraid is going to kill you.

I sense the change in her breathing as she approaches yet another orgasm. I've always been complimented by the fairer sex for my stamina and my staying power, but it's never been like this before. Thrusting up into her as she comes again and then again, I can't hold back my own orgasm any longer, my very soul erupting into her as I thrust again and yet again.

She jerks up, off of me, frightening me for a moment until I feel her mouth descend on my shaft, so she can take the last blast into her mouth and, I guess, down her throat. When it's all over, I raise myself up for one more look. As she smiles at me, I see a clot of my ejaculate on her lower lip and I watch as it begins to run down toward her chin. She captures it with her tongue and pulls it back into her mouth, swallowing it.

Collapsing onto the bed exhausted and panting, I feel her fall onto my legs, her soft flesh mingling with the hairs on my lower body. I feel, and even smell, her sweat. Slowly, she pulls away and goes, I think, into the bathroom again.

My sexual euphoria past, I'm worried sick again. What can I do? I can't move anything except my midsection. Has she changed her mind now? Will she let me live? Have we formed some kind of sexual bond today that will last?

When I don't hear the toilet flush, I begin to wonder if maybe she left. I try pulling on the straps, but there's no give. Still exhausted, I fall back onto the bed. As my sweat dries on my body, I begin to get cold again. Why the hell didn't she throw the blanket over me? My teeth begin to chatter again, and with my exhaustion, it’’s getting harder to breath.

She appears at the edge of my sight line on the right side of the bed. There's a light in her eyes that's maybe just the reflection from the bedside lamp, but I believe it comes from someplace within her I've never been——or even seen. As she comes closer, I rise up as much as I can and it's then that I see a carving knife from my own collection——a good sharp one——in her left hand. It is swinging idly at her side.

"Wha . . . at are y . . . ou . . . go . . ."

Interrupting me, she says, "Shhh . . . don't you worry about anything, Chad. Don't you worry about anything at all." She's staring, I believe, at my genitals, which have now shrunk considerably. I feel her pick up my penis in her other hand and hold it by the tip. Her left arm rises, but doesn't strike. "I'm going to make sure you never fuck anyone else," she says as she leans over me, disappearing from my sight again. Wildly, I begin to buck my midsection up into the air and then from left to right. She never loses her hold on my penis and I eventually tire and fall back onto the bed.

"There, there," she says to me as I raise my exhausted self up to see what she’’s doing. She raises her hand with the knife and smiles at me one last time before her left arm begins to swing. As I scream, "no . . . oo . . . o," we hear the front door crash in, shocking both Elena and me. She halts her arm and turns to look over her shoulder. My scream chokes in my throat. She lifts the knife hand again and pulls my penis taut, but she doesn't strike. While she stands poised to deliver the worst blow known to man, we hear the cocking of a pistol.

A hard male voice behind her, and coming closer, says, "Drop the knife, lady. Very carefully, drop it now!"

She looks over her shoulder at whoever is there and then turns back to me. Suddenly, her knife hand moves, striking toward my lonely penis. A shot rings out, stopping her before she could cut me. Her brain matter, a lot of blood, and much of her hair sticks to me when her dead body falls onto mine.

The officer comes into my view. "You okay, buddy?"

Even though I'm crying and sniveling, I manage to say, "Yeah, I . . . guess. Cold . . . er than hell. Would you get . . . me . . . out of here . . . se fucking straps? Please?"

He begins pulling Elena's body off of mine while calling out to others who are apparently in the house. "Turn down the damn air. I need some help in here!"

He places her body on the floor and when another officer enters the room, they both unclasp me. Immediately, I roll off the bed, avoiding Elena's body on the floor, and go into my bathroom. I take the hottest shower I've ever taken in my life, scrubbing all the blood, brain matter, and hair from my body. Once I'm clean and warm, my skin red from the hot water and scrubbing, I get out of the shower. By the time I slip into some clothes and come out of the bathroom, the house is warming up.

The police take my statement and go off looking at doors, windows, etc., while I sit down in an easy chair, putting my head in my hands, tears of bitterness and defeat filling my eyes. I still feel helpless from the ordeal. Suddenly, I feel a soft pair of hands on my neck and I jump. But then I relax when I look over my shoulder and see the marvelous Amy, rubbing my shoulders. Combing my hair out of my eyes, she reaches forward and dries my tears.

"You called the cops?"

"Well, yeah, but . . . it wasn't that easy. When she took you inside, I could see you two in the living room. She was putting ice cubes down your shirt," she says, shuddering. "So, I went to the car, got my purse, and tried to use my cell phone to call the police. But the battery was dead. I didn't know what to do. Damn you've got a quiet neighborhood. Finally, after running around the neighborhood trying to find someone, anyone, I saw one of your neighbors coming outside to work in her garden. She let me use her phone. But it took them so long to get here. I was so worried about what that madwoman was doing to you."

"They came in time though——just."

"When she took you into the bedroom, you were in there a long time. I thought you were dead."

"Yeah, I thought so too, much of the time."

"What did you two do back there?"

Looking into her sweet eyes, I say, "You don't want to know, Amy. You really don't want to know."

FINIS

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Encounters



1. Introduction

"Let's talk sex," Jane said, suddenly.

There was a brief silence.

Carol, Pat and Linda looked at each other, then at Jane.

"Well, what's wrong with that?" Jane said defensively. "Don't you get tired of this chit chat about movies 'n stuff? I do."

"But, Jane," Pat said. She was the definitive brunette. "Think where we are."

She looked around. The IHOP was mostly empty and the booths nearby unoccupied. Still!

"What? You're all ashamed? Of sex?"

"People will hear," Carol said. She was the definitive blonde, long hair thrown over one shoulder.

"So?"

"It's embarrassing," said Linda.

"Why? What's wrong with talking sex? Everybody does it, you know."

"But they don't talk about it," Pat said. "Not in public, at least."

"Well they should. And some do. I once sat in the next booth while a couple discussed the night they'd just spent together. Sounded like a 'first night'. But plenty of action."

"A redhead, probably. Like you," Carol said to Jane, a trifle sardonically.

"You got a charge from that?" Pat asked Jane.

"Well .. No actually. It was practically a monologue, she telling him what he'd done wrong, how Pete had done it 'this way', and Simon 'that way'.. Tell the truth I felt sorry for the guy. He hardly said a word. She was obviously an extreme narcissist."

"Sounds like a nympho!" Carol said,

"Why? Because she liked a lot of sex?"

"Just sounded obsessed with it."

"Well she was focused on herself, not doubt about that."

There was silence for a moment. Then Linda said, timidly,

"Look, if we're going to talk sex, then fine. But someplace else."

"Like where?" Jane said.

"Well ... er ... we could go to my place. Not enough chairs, though," Linda added, perhaps hoping this was sufficient to snuff the idea.

"Great!" Jane said. "To hell with the chairs. We'll sit on the floor. Let's pick up some Chardonnay and have some fun."

2. Linda's place

Linda was the only one of the four who had her own apartment. It was tiny, but she preferred to live alone. Linda's hair was neither blonde nor brunette but sort of brownish, and she had not lost entirely the freckles that had plagued her as a teenager. She thought of herself as plain, especially when compared with the other three, who were assuredly not. They knew they were attractive and all three, especially Jane, were not above flirting with a guy, then leaving him peremptorily with his tongue hanging out. They turned down ten dates for every one they accepted. 

Linda was rarely approached. This was not because she didn't like sex, or was prudish about it. Not at all. Alone in her apartment, she masturbated long and often and her collection of toys would have done credit to a porn studio. But this was a private side of her. It was not apparent to others, either in her body language or in the clothes she wore.

Linda managed to find four glasses, which she punctiliously washed and dried. She possessed no cork-screw, but that did not matter. The wine bottles had screw tops. The table was shoved into a corner, the coverlet pulled from the bed and spread out on the floor along with all the cushions and pillows Linda could find. She'd produced candles. A nice touch. They flickered, then burned steadily. A soft, soothing light. Romantic. 

The girls settled, sipping wine. They'd bought four bottles. One each.

"Not bad," Pat said, "for three bucks."

There was an awkward silence. 

"Well go on, then," Carol said, aiming in Jane's direction. 

"What?"

"Talk sex. That's what you wanted isn't it?"

"Sure. Ok. Let's talk sex."

She hesitated. Carol, Pat and Linda were looking at her expectantly.

"Well, go on then," Carol repeated.

"Look," said Jane at length. "If this is going to work we need to get in the mood."

"We are," Carol said, replenishing her wine glass pointedly. "Go on. Get on with it."

"No I mean really."

"What, really?"

Pause.

"How about we start by getting naked?"

"What!?

"Get real!"

"Why not? It's hot as hell in here. Be more comfortable, anyway."

Pause.

"It's not as though we haven't seen each other before, like, in the shower after volleyball."

"That's different," Carol said.

"Yeah! This is, well, a bit intimate," Pat said.

Linda said nothing. She was terrified.

"I don't mean do .. stuff," Jane said. "What's wrong with being nude? Hell, if I had my own place I'd never wear clothes. And I don't use underwear anyway," she continued, and raised her skirt to prove it. 

Which proved also that red was her natural hair color.

"Well please yourselves. I'm going to anyway," Jane said, slipping off her blouse and unhooking her skirt. She was not fibbing. No bra either. In a few seconds, Jane regained her pose, leaning on the cushions and sipping her wine, naked except for a bangle on her left wrist.

The other three stared at her as though she were a ghost.

"Come on then. Let's talk sex," Jane said.

Pat looked at Carol, and Carol looked at Pat. Jane's body was slender, small breasts with pronounced nipples, a flat stomach, long, slim legs. They did not for a moment admit to themselves that the sight aroused them, just shrugged as if to say 'Hell, I'm not ashamed of what I've got.' Both wore underwear, a minor impediment. In ten seconds, they'd sprawled out in the soft cushions on the coverlet, Carol naked except for a pendant around her neck. Pat wore only an ankle bracelet.

"Cheez, you guys," Jane said. "Look at those red lines. Why d'you do that to yourselves?"

Carol's body was milk white, marked only by the elastic of panties and bra. Pat's skin was darkened slightly by the sun, except for her breasts and her lower belly, which were white -- a brief bikini to be sure, but one which covered 'essential parts'. Jane's body was an even brown. Not a mark, no line to be seen.

Now Linda was truly terrified. Sure, they'd all showered together often enough. But Linda was self-conscious about her body. The towel came off with her back turned, and went around her again the instant the shower was turned off. 

In truth, she did not need to be self-conscious at all. When she bowed to the inevitable, stripped with her back turned away, then, sighing, slumped down on the cushions, the body that Linda revealed to Jane, Carol and Pat made theirs seem girlish. Linda's was the body of a woman, curves in all the right places, a slight belly, largish breasts which bobbed rather than sagged. And those puffy areolas, tipped with large dark nipples!

She tucked her legs beneath her, but anyone would have told her there was no cause to hide firm thighs, slender ankles. Every part of Linda's body matched perfectly every other part. 

Jane, Pat and Carol could not help but stare.

"What?" Linda said, crossly.

"Sorry, Linda," Pat said. "I guess I'd forgotten how gorgeous you are."

She stroked her own, smallish breasts, perhaps in envy.

"If that's meant to be a joke, it's not very funny," Linda said, in a sulky tone.

"Hell, No! Of course not," Carol chimed in. "You have it all, in all the right places. Don't tell me you don't know that."

Linda did not know it -- fashion models were positively skeletal. She was not.

"They're right, Linda," said Jane, sensing Linda's disquiet. "What we wouldn't all give for puffies like those."

"Oh! Shut up!" Linda said, not quite so crossly now. She did not know quite what to make of it, but perhaps even at that early point in the proceedings made a decision. Once she was alone, she'd study her body in the mirror she'd been avoiding for years. Maybe her friends were sincere, and right.

"Ok," Pat said to Jane. "We all got naked. What now?"

"First tell me, though," Jane replied. "Doesn't it feel nice? To be completely nude, I mean? It's only when I get rid of silly clothes that I feel like I'm myself."

"Well that's you, Jane," Carol said, tossing her hair so it fell onto the coverlet like a waterfall. "We're not all made the same way."

"True, Carol," Pat said. "But she has a point. I mean, you can hide lots beneath clothes. But when you're nude, you're.. well .. naked. No hiding."

"Precisely," Jane said with emphasis. "And that goes for the inside of you as well as the outside. I mean your brain," she continued, realizing suddenly that the remark could be misconstrued. "Off with the clothes, away go the inhibitions. You become free."

There was a brief pause while the other three girls reflected on Jane's remark, sipping wine as they did so.

"Seriously," Jane said. "Anyone feel uncomfortable? You Carol?"

"Well, No! I suppose not."

"Pat?"

"No! I think you're right. To be honest, I'd do the same as you, when I'm alone. But it's not so easy with two guys in the house."

"What?" said Jane. "You don't screw them?"

"Hell No! They're housemates. Guys, girls all together. We're friends. We each have our own room and it's sacrosanct. That's the deal."

Jane kept her thoughts on this to herself. She said,

"What about you, Linda? You looked uncomfortable before. You ok now?"

"I guess so," Linda replied, and was surprised to find she actually meant it.

"Ok!" Pat said. "Enough horsing around. We're here to talk sex. Your idea, Jane. What's next?"

"Well.." Jane paused.

"Well?"

"I have a suggestion. Get things going, kinda thing."

"Which would be?"

"We each recount an event in our lives, an erotic encounter we've had. One that stands out in memory."

Long silence.

"Look, if you don't like the idea, that's fine. You guys come up with something."

Carol looked at Pat, who looked at Linda, who looked at Carol. Three shrugs, of resignation?

"Ok!" said Pat. "You go first, Jane."

"Oh! No! We're going to do this, we do it properly. Look, this bottle's empty already. We spin it and whoever it points to goes next. Ok? ... Oh! One further rule. No commentary, right? Everyone gets their turn, the others shut up. No interruptions. We talk only at the end. OK?"

A fresh, full bottle o wine was unscrewed, the empty bottle duly washed out...

...And spun.....

3. Carol's Encounter

"It was back in college. I suppose we all have great memories of college. Shame it couldn't last for ever.

A perfect summer day. Blue sky, hot sun, flowers, lush green grass. You couldn't be in class on a day like that, not even with exams coming.

I took a book out onto the big meadow -- you know the one. I nestled into the grass beneath one of those lovely old oaks with their shady leaves and kicked off my shoes. The book was a collection of Chekhov's short stories. Required reading. A sap to my conscience I suppose.

Don't get me wrong, I love Chekhov. But that day I just could not get into it. It was too wonderful to be out amongst the trees, birds twittering, flowers in full bloom dotting the meadow. I let the book fall and lay on my back, stretched out, looking up through the leaves at the sky.

I suppose you could say he snuck up on me. One moment there was no-one, the next he was there, lying beside me, on his back also, maybe for quite a while. Hard to tell how long he was there before I became aware of him. I wasn't at all frightened, though I suppose I should have been. There'd been a spate of rapes on Campus and we'd all been warned. But in broad daylight, with plenty of other people lying about within hearing distance, doing what I was doing, drinking in the beauty of the day? All I'd have to do was holler.

I sensed that he'd turned on his side, towards me and was looking at me. You always know, don't you, when someone is looking. I turned too, in his direction. A young man, maybe a few years older than me. Dark complexion -- Hispanic, maybe, I thought -- a simple white shirt, an amulet around his neck and blue jeans. He was rather pretty. In fact so pretty, my instant thought was that he may be gay.

He said nothing. He didn't even smile, just looked at me, directly in the eyes. I felt the need to speak, but he raised a finger to his lips. His eyes held mine. For some reason I remained silent. We just stared at each other.

I know this is going to sound odd. But it's the way it was. I can't account for my behavior. It just happened this way. His touch was so gentle, a thrill coursed through me, a shiver, which intensified as his fingers slid slowly up beneath my dress, caressing my thighs, higher and higher.

I wanted to close my eyes, but he sensed this too. Softly, as though from the far distance, his voice:

"Please keep them open. I want to share your pleasure."

"Someone will see," I said, shakily, as his hand moved higher still, and reached the band of my panties.

"They will see a man and a woman lying side by side. That is all."

Then,

"Your pleasure will be greater if you slip them off. No-one will see. No-one will know."

Those eyes. They had a mystic hold. And not only on my eyes. He had some mysterious hold on me, all of me. We broke gaze for the brief moment it took me to glance about, then in a single movement, slide my panties off. They lay on the grass between us, a pink flower.

As his fingers grazed their innards, caressing so softly one could almost imagine they were made of silk, my thighs shook, and parted slightly, allowing a finger in between. Its tip touched the moist lips of my pussy, retreated, advanced, opening me out so slowly, so heavenly slowly.

His face showed no expression. Just his eyes, which mine clung to as though in a vice. 

My thighs had edged further apart, willing his fingers in, one, then two, then three, caressing the wet inner walls of my pussy lips, round and round, back and forth. 

My body began to quiver.

"Be still," he murmured. "Show me only with your eyes."

One finger now explored the outer walls of my vagina, the other two spread my petals, always moving, stroking, pressing lightly. I was so, so close. The moment he entered me, I knew I'd come. So did he. Two fingers, sliding in, then out, then in, a bit further, then pressing up....

My thighs clamped tight on his hands. I could no more control this than the exhalation of breath. I fought to still the shaking of my body.

What showed in my eyes, I know not. But they did not close. My thighs had, but as the palpitations of my vagina abated, they opened again, wider.

His fingers began again, two in, deeper now, two out, in again, out. My groin moved down, inviting, begging a finger on my clit. One touch, and I'd be over the top again. 

But that touch was denied. In, out, in out, steady, slow, regular, on and on until he saw it in my eyes. In, out, up, press.... 

"Still," came his voice from afar. 

But my body refused to obey. My vagina quivered, then tensed, relaxed, tensed, faster and faster until it was vibrating right up to my innards. My thighs were clamped again tight on his fingers, and the utterance I let out was inadvertent, though muted,

"OhMiGod!"

Still our eyes held contact, and if he saw pain in mine, it was the pain of exquisite pleasure. I had not known it could be this sublime. 

I recall mouthing something like,

"No more. I can't take any more."

He said,

"Oh Yes you can. You've hardly begun."

He waited for my breathing to return to normal, my thighs to unclamp. My vagina felt numb, but where his fingers were exploring now was not. The silent wish of my groin was granted and my clit was on fire. 

If my first two orgasms measured 7 on the Richter scale, the third was an 8.5. It began in my clit and shot right up to my brain, then back again, up and down, in waves, on and on.

Eventually, the fingers on my clit desisted. The earth merely vibrated. And still my eyes remained fixed on his. I recall saying something like,

"Another one of those and I'll pass out."

He said,

"When you pass out, I will stop."

He was not joking. 

I can't relate much more. I must have entered a trance like state in which orgasms followed so rapidly on each other they were practically continuous.

If heaven is like that, I'd die willingly on the spot.

And then, I guess, I did pass out. 

When I came to, he was gone. 

I'll always wonder who he was."

4. Linda's Encounter

"You guys know that I'm shy, and, Yes! lacking in self-confidence. I don't get many dates so don't be surprised if my story is nothing like as good as Carol's. Not much happened to me in College. I lost my virginity to an idiot -- the only men who try to date me even today are either ugly, or idiots, or both. Except for one...

It was not so long ago. Last winter. It was raining like crazy and I'd gone out unprepared. I was walking, half-running, home from work, trying to keep my hair dry with my shoulder bag, when this car pulls up beside me. Of course, this makes me walk faster, but the car followed me and in the end, I decided to stop, give the idiot an earful and hopefully send him on his way. I mean, which girl gets into the car of a totally strange male? 

I did.

I can't define precisely what it was. Perhaps his opening line. I was expecting 'Can I give you a ride' or something like that, but what he said took me by surprise.

"I need to talk to someone."

I got a good look at him, much older than me, maybe 45, hair graying a bit around the edges, about my height, not fat. Quite presentable, really. And he did have the look of a man who 'needed to talk to someone'. 

'How does such a man look', you may ask. I really can't define it. It was just so. As I hesitated, he said, simply,

"Please?"

And that was it. I still don't know what I was thinking. Maybe, well, you know, I don't have much of a social life -- you guys are about all there is -- and I for sure don't get to meet many men. This one looked distinctly unthreatening, he did not look like an idiot, and if 'I need to talk to someone' was a line, it's not in any dating book I've ever read.

So we drive a block or two in silence, me sitting in the passenger seat drying out a bit, him concentrating on the traffic. Then he says,

"I'll take you home, if you like. I don't want to be a burden."

Well, like, I'm going to lead a strange man to where I live? So I says,

"You said you needed to talk. What about?"

He didn't answer directly, but then said,

"My life's a mess. I don't know why I bother."

He seemed so morose, and his tone was so -- well, dead -- I wondered suddenly.

"What? You mean...?"

"I admit I've thought about it, but No! That's not the answer."

"It surely isn't!"

"Listen, I'm sorry. I don't want to burden you with my problems. Let me just drive you home, or tell me somewhere you'd like to be let out."

By now, of course, he's got me intrigued. I still don't see him as a threat. And I definitely don't want to read in the paper that some guy drove off a bridge into the harbor and drowned -- after I'd brushed him off. So I says, 

"If you want to talk, let's go someplace where we can talk. A café, or a bar or somewhere."

"Really? You have time? You don't have another engagement?"

I mean, if he only knew.

"No! I have time. No problem."

"If you mean it, well, there's a very good restaurant not far from here. It would be a pleasure for me to invite you to dinner there. If it's not being too audacious."

"Sounds ok," I says. "But we go Dutch, right?"

"Whatever you like," says he.

Well, we get to this place and it's a fancy Italian. The whole works. I decide instantly that if he wants to pick up the tab, I'm not going to stop him.

Well, to cut a long story short, over a dinner you could only describe as fabulous, not to mention a couple of bottles of a Chianti Classico you're not going to find in any supermarket, this guy let's out what's on his mind. 

He's married -- surprise, surprise -- the kids are at college, he's some kind of financial wizard -- who just got fired. He just tells me, very matter of fact.

"No reason given. That's what's happening these days. Even if you're good at your job, no mistakes, no scandal, you can get fired just like that. And once you're out no-one wants you. You're all washed up, discarded, irrelevant."




Encounters



But that's not all. It's not even most. Because he's been fired, this guy gets home early, and what does he find? His wife is making out with Joe the Plumber on the sofa. Well, some plumber or other.

"I don't want to be too graphic about it," he says, "but they were both buck naked and going at it like there's no tomorrow."

Turns out there had, however, been plenty of 'yesterday's'. In fact, when he confronts them she laughs in his face.

"Excuse me for being crude, but she referred to me as a 'wet fish' -- well, actually something even worse, a phrase I wouldn't care to mention in the presence of a lady."

Now it's quite obvious from the course of the conversation that this guy is no idiot. He was feeling low, but you wouldn't say he was wallowing in self-pity. After a while, he relaxes a bit -- probably the Chianti -- and, well, I began to warm to him -- ditto. He had a kind of 'presence', is the only way I can describe it. 

When we're done, he flashes his credit card, and I don't object. Hell, one look at the menu!

"I feel so much better now," he says. "Thanks for being kind to me."

"No problem," says I. "I enjoyed the evening very much."

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"Well that helps me more than you can know. When you lose your job and your wife in one day -- God knows what that divorce is going to cost -- you're pretty low."

"I can imagine."

"You know," he said. "You're a really nice person. If only there were more like you." 

Then he sighs and says, a shade dolefully,

"Let me call you a cab."

As I was getting into the cab, a thought occurred to me. I mean, I'm sure there was more than one thought. As you know, I don't get a lot of attention from men, and none from men I actually feel drawn to, like this guy.

"Where are you going to stay tonight?" I asks.

"Oh! Some hotel. I'll find something."

"Why not stay with me? My place is pretty cramped, but we can have coffee, and I'm sure I can fix you a comfy bed."

"Oh No! I've imposed on you enough. I couldn't possibly."

"Listen, it's not an imposition. I like you. I would not feel good if you spent the night in some anonymous hotel, brooding over -- it all. It would be a pleasure. Mine."

"Well, if you put it like that," he said.

The rest you can probably fill in for yourselves. I hadn't had any sex for eons. So coffee was not on my mind and he didn't object too vehemently when I took him by the hand and straight into the bedroom.

'Wet fish'? Hell! Give me a dozen like that. I assumed I was going to have to blow him forever to get him stiff, but No! As we undress each other, he caresses me tenderly, muttering compliments about my throat, my tits, my stomach, my thighs, calves, feet. And when I finally get to his pants his dick springs out like a coiled spring.

A minute later he's into me, missionary, and soon I'm groaning, and shaking, and coming and coming. I orgasmed twice before he came, and again when he came.

We cleaned up, drank a glass of wine I happened to have open in the fridge, then it began again. 

God, what a tongue. He got me off twice, and again during an extended 69, and when I began to ride him, I could feel the orgasms lining up.

Well, to cut a long story short, we sucked and fucked all night and his cock was still active when I couldn't take any more, so I just massaged the hell out of it until he came. I still have a mental image of the semen spewing out of that guy, straight up, in great gobs. I remember thinking 'sex-starved man meets sex-starved woman', and its not only sparks that fly.

I don't remember falling asleep, but I must have done. I dreamt of all the orgasms I was going to have over the weekend -- it was Friday night, forgot to mention. I'd already had about ten, so by dead reckoning, I was due another twenty five, at least. (I do come a lot when aroused.)

I awoke around noon, and turned to face him. But he was not there. He wasn't anywhere. He'd vanished. No sign of him, not a trace,

Then I spotted the notelet on the table. It said:

"Thanks, babe. You're a great fuck!"

I don't even know his name." 

5. Pat's Encounter

"As you know, I live in a commune. And I told you that it's all very platonic. Guys, girls, living together as friends, in harmony.

Ok. So I lied.

There's this guy Mike. He's not big, not particularly assertive. Somewhat scholarly, if I'd have to pin a label on him. Sexy, but in a muted way, like, you'd have to take the initiative, not him. You couldn't imagine him being assertive.

So one day, him and me are alone in the house. We're eating. Chicken nuggets, as I recall. When we get done, he says to me, in a harsh, sharp tone,

"My room. Now!"

"What?"

"You heard."

"This a joke, or something?"

"No joke, Pat. Now, or this!"

A knife appeared in his hand. A kitchen knife, but one not to be trifled with.

"C'mon Mike, a joke's a joke.... Holy shit!"

The damn blade had whistled by me almost cutting off my left nipple.

"You getting the message, Pat?"

"You're... serious?"

"Sure I'm serious. You've teased me long enough with those tits. Don't think I didn't notice. You wanna keep them like they are, you do what I say. Pay-back time. Understand?"

His tone of voice coupled with his body language left me little choice. I still couldn't get my head around it. Mike!? But he had the knife, my tits were still intact in spite of a close call. And I sure wanted to keep 'em that way.

Mike's room is at the top of the house, somewhat removed from the others. An attic, almost. I climbed the stairs, looking back from time to time. The knife followed close behind. Very close. One thrust and it'd be straight up my cunt. Thoughts of escape into one of the rooms off the hallway evaporated.

"You realize you're not going to get away with this," I said over my shoulder as we climbed the stairs. "I'll have you arrested for assault."

"In that case, Pat dear," he replied, casually, "it'd be a mistake for me to allow you out of my room -- alive."

Dear God! Mike, a psychopath?

He locked the door carefully. 

"Turn your back."

Damn. He'd hide the key. How the hell was I to get out of there?

"Ok. Now turn around."

I turned to face him.

"Look," he said, showing the palms of his hands. "No knife. See? Now you can have your way with me. No teasing, no fooling around."

"Ok. For starters," he continued, since I said nothing, "you can show me those tits you've been flashing at me for months. And the rest of that nubile body of yours."

I found my voice.

"Mike, d'you know what you're doing?"

"Sure. And I have plans for what I'll be doing to those luscious limbs if you haven't stripped in twenty seconds. Starting ..... now!"

I stared at him.

"..three, four..."

Hell, what could you do? By fifteen, I stood before him, buck naked, hands at my sides. 

His eyes feasted greedily on my body. 

"Not bad tits. Personally, I'm a leg man. And yours are better than average."

"Gee thanks!" 

"Well, actually, I'm kinda a cunt man. So the next thing is for you to lie down on the bed and spread those succulent thighs so I can take a good close look at your cunt."

"Mike, we can stop this, you know. If we stop now, I won't breathe a word to anyone."

"Perhaps the lady is hard of hearing?"

What could I do?

"Very nice. Plush, full lips. Spread 'em, so I can see right inside."

What's the book on psychopaths? Humor them. Mike wouldn't be the first guy to cast eyes on my vagina. Hopefully not the last! Brazen it out. Play the part, I'm thinking. My chance would come.

"Very nice. Now masturbate. All the way. And a real orgasm. I can recognize a fake at fifty paces. And from ten feet, I can see your cunt vibrate. Make it a real good one."

"Mike, get real. A girl can't get herself off under duress."

"Oh, really? Where's the duress? I'm going to sit in this chair and jerk off, while you lie on the bed and get off. Put your head back, close your eyes. Think of whatever turns you on."

"Mike, it doesn't work that way."

"Well it sure better had. 'Cos the alternative is not something either of us wants."

"Alternative?"

"See that drawer over there? That's where I keep my collection of, shall we say, S&M stuff. Like restraints, whips. Have you ever been tied to a bed and had your cunt whipped, Pat? Amazing what the lash can do to a juicy cunt like yours. You might even enjoy it. It does hurt a bit -- well, a lot actually. But cunts heal fast. So you'd be fine to fuck in, what, say three months? Depending how much damage is done."

"Look Mike, can we stop playing games. You're not going to whip me, and we both know it."

"Sounds like a challenge," he said, moving purposefully towards the drawer.

I felt a sudden chill. He'd do it! He really would.

"Ok, ok! I'll try. But it'll take a while."

"No problem, Pat. No-one's going to disturb us up here. The longer the better. I'll enjoy every minute. Take all the time you like. I just want to see your body twitch and that succulent cunt vibrate."

You can't simulate vaginal contractions -- at least I can't -- so what could I do but try to shut out the environment and give myself a decent orgasm. I mean, hell, it wouldn't be the first time a guy had watched, and hopefully not the last!

So I lay back on the bed, closed my eyes and started work on my pussy. I will confess that I masturbate quite a lot, well, at least once a day. And it rarely takes me long to get off. But alone, on my bed, strictly private, with the door locked.

In these circumstances?

As my hand moved down to my pussy, I doubted I could do it, but once my fingers explored a bit, the signs of arousal were unmistakable. I'd expected my vagina to be as dry as a desert creek in summer. But it was drooling juice even before a finger entered it. As I went through my routine -- massage pussy lips, insert a finger, up to my clit, around, massage the clit hood, back to my pussy, deeper into my vagina, two fingers, back to my clit --- you girls know the routine --- I felt the orgasm building. Oh cheez! This was going to be a good one. 

When it broke, my whole body went with it. Holy Moses! 

"Hey, that wasn't bad," I heard, dimly, as my limbs ceased twitching and my vagina merely hummed.

He did give me a moment to recover. I took this as a good sign.

"Ok. Next, a classic BJ. On your knees. Hard enough, just not too hard. Use your hand to hold, not massage, right?"

I nodded. I was into it now. Hell, if it was only sex, I could manage that.

Mike's dick was already brick hard, so it was more a case of preventing him from coming than the reverse. I used a lot of tongue, on his cock tip and especially on his balls, sucking them in and out of my mouth to release tension. I'm pretty good at sucking cock, if I do say so myself. Mike's was by no means the first, and I hope it won't be the last!

Mike remained stationary throughout. He did not thrust into my mouth, neither did he flinch when I sucked on his balls. (I know it hurts!) He just let me work his cock as I wished to, and after a while I found I was quite enjoying it. Mike's cock was neither long nor short, neither fat nor thin. It was perfectly formed. Ideal for a lengthy fellatio, though I have to say that my jaw was beginning to ache when I heard,

"OK. Not bad. Now we fuck."

Purely as a matter of record, I have to admit that at that moment the notion of a good fuck was not entirely unpalatable. It's usually that way for me when I've sucked a stiff cock for a while. I don't know how it is for you guys, but it turns me on. And in this case doubly so, because it became instantly clear that it was not Mike who was to fuck me, but me who was to fuck Mike. I like to be on top. Control thing, I suppose.

He lay on the bed on his back, his rock hard cock resting on his stomach.

"Start reverse, then switch," he said.

This I understood to mean that I should begin with my back to him, then turn around so we were face to face, and continue.

It occurred to me at the time that the sequence of events was in some strange sense familiar. But only fleetingly. I admit I was aroused. Duress or no duress, I was enjoying the sex. I raised myself on my knees, guided Mike's cock into my vagina, and began to rock backwards and forwards, and occasionally up and down. 

Mike neither helped nor hindered. He allowed himself to be fucked. Hey, it's not often that way. Most guys want to do the fucking, and to hell with what the girl wants.

My orgasm began to build. I tried to control it. I orgasm hard and the contractions of my vagina usually bring the guy off whether he wants to or not. It's great when this happens. Nothing I like better than coming just as a massive load squirts up into me. 

Better save that for the face to face.

"Slow and steady, now," Mike said, as I reversed position.

Fine by me. I love having a stiff cock slide in and out of me slowly, a steady rhythm. I'm good at that when I'm on top. Guy's just don't have the control. They go so long, then they lose it and go all wild. When I'm slow fucking a guy, I can go for as long as he can keep it up.

And as it would seem, Mike had stamina. Real stamina. After a while, he said,

"Go up high and fuck the tip, fast."

I can do this, too, rather well. It's great for to have the control, so the penis head almost, but not quite, leaves your vagina on the upstroke. The outer part, where all the nerves are -- well, you all know that -- is constantly stimulated. Of course, you have to be very well lubricated to make this really work, but, I have to admit, I was. I'd been on the brink of orgasm for a long while and my vagina was practically liquid.

"Ok. Time for the coup de grace. Get up there and give this cock some stick!"

Than which nothing could have seemed more like music to my ears. I raised myself up so my body was vertical, and rose and fell on Mike's cock, gradually increasing frequency and force until I was pounding him into the bed. I knew this would make me come, and it did. And I knew it would make Mike come, and it did. 

We came together, noisily, a pair of animals in heat. 

I remained still for a long while, waiting for the humming in my vagina to abate, and for Mike's penis to grow soft. I felt his cum ooze out of me, a real big load.

Strangely, I'd forgotten the circumstances of our coupling. Memory re-asserted itself though as I lay beside him.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" he said, dreamily.

Suddenly, indignation welled up inside me. How dare he!

"What? Sex under duress. Are you out of your mind. Am I a whore, or what!?"

"Ok," he said. "Play it whatever way you like. You and I both know that that was one great fuck. Nothing can change that. I won't tell, and you won't tell."

"The hell I will. You wanna close my mouth, you better just kill me right now."

"Fortunately," he said, laconically, "that won't be necessary."

"You better believe it, Mike Cochrane. This is rape, and you're going down for it."

"I don't think so, Pat. Take a look into that corner. Up there. What d'you see?"

"What? Where?"

"The all-seeing eye, Pat. It sees the truth."

"What... you mean...?"

"Yep! A woman who brings herself off to please her guy, blows him like a pro, then fucks the shit out of him on-top. Rape, you think?"

I gaped, like a goldfish.

"You goddam bastard. I'll get you for this."

"Think again, my sweet. I can assure you of two things. When I've edited that video, my face will not be visible. Yours will. You want that out on the web?" 

"Hell, maybe I do it anyway," he added as an after thought. "It's probably worth a bunch."

I was struck dumb.

"Hey, Pat," he continued, turning to face me, 

"How about we agree as friends that we just enjoyed one helluva damn good fuck?"

What could I say? That it wasn't?" 

6. Jane's Encounter 

"That's one hard act to follow, Pat. I'm not even going to try. Just tell it like it is, or was.

Back to our college years. A wild time? What is college for, if not for guys to meet girls, and for them to get it on?

I never had a boyfriend at college, can you believe that? Lots of one night stands, but no boyfriend. Not a single one.

My sorority had some kind of arrangement with one of the fraternities. A staid one. No 'animal house'. Each week, there was a 'party', either over there or at our place. Usually these were tame affairs. Boring even. One might even have regretted the time wasted, that could have been spent reading, say Chekhov. 

But one party, over there, was different. 

I was a junior at the time. And I'll admit I was precocious. You may think I'm a bit that way now, but compared with then, hell. I'm a fucking nun -- pardon our Lady for the frivolous analogy.

So there are six of us, right. And there are six guys. Those are the rules. Equal numbers. You apply to be 'on the team', you get accepted when it's your turn, denied when it isn't. My name was on every list so it came up rather often, especially when it was our turn to visit them. Guys have no idea how to throw a party. Booze, crap music and chatting up the girls, trying to get them to 'put out'. Most girls were put off by this, so the list was short. Sometimes they even had a problem getting six. I recall thinking after every one that this was the last time I'd bother. But it never was.

Until, well, the one in question. One of the guys, maybe a senior, call him Mark, was a bit smarter than your average Joe. For a while everything goes as usual and I'm wondering yet again why I bothered. We're all a bit boozed up -- well, I'll admit to being a bit more boozed up than the other girls, but only a bit. 

So this guy Mark turns off the music and gets up there and starts out on about how these parties were basically a bore, and why don't we do something a bit different. Well I was in favor of that, and all the other girls too. But then he came out with what he had in mind.

"Here we are, six delightful girls, and six presentable guys -- excepting Jason, of course."

This was meant ironically. They were all good-looking guys, better than presentable, but Jason stood out. He was one gorgeous specimen. He could have had any girl he wanted, only he couldn't decide which one.

Mark continues,

"So what should six delightful girls and five and a half presentable males spend their time doing? Listening to music? Getting high on booze? Idle chit chat? I don't think so. Guys and girls were made different so they can enjoy the fruits of their difference. Let's be honest. Why are the guys here? Why are the girls here? Simple. The guys are here so they can, maybe, fuck a girl. The girls are here so that, maybe, they can get laid by a guy. Right?"

Well you could tell the sorority contingent was not about to buy that. But no-one said anything, perhaps because, well, girls often don't.

"So here's what I propose. We do this in stages. First stage, each girl gets to pick a guy. You can determine amongst yourselves the order. It doesn't matter. They then retire for fifteen minutes and do, well, whatever they want to do, in private. Coercion of any kind is strictly prohibited. Everything is voluntary. This is a matter of honor. After fifteen minutes, we re-assemble, and choose again. The first choice, naturally, is excluded. We do this six times, so each girl meets each guy once, for fifteen minutes, in absolute privacy."

A certain disquiet was apparent within the sorority contingent, but again, this found no voice. Mark took silence for acquiescence.

"Now, when all the girls have met all of the guys in private, they have a pretty fair idea if they want to fuck one of them. So...."

He got no further. Betty, a sophomore, elevated herself to spokesman for the sorority contingent, perhaps because her voice was deeper than all the others.




Encounters



"This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. D'you seriously think all girls want to do is fuck boys? If so, you're utterly deluded. And depraved. You should be ashamed of yourself. And your fraternity should be ashamed of you. As for us, we're leaving. And we won't be back any time soon. Go to hell!"

And Betty stomped off in the direction of the exit, followed by four other girls. The fifth wavered. 

That would be me!

Why did I waver? Simple. I have a strong sex drive and I was fed up with masturbating. I did this a lot. Twice a day, at least. I drooled over boys, dreamt of penises penetrating me, driving into me. A few had, not many, and those few had whetted an appetite for more. I wavered because what Betty had said did not hold for me. I was there for precisely the reason Mark had said -- to get laid.

Now I know this may not be easy to understand. Women are complicated. They come in all varieties. I do not for a moment claim to be typical. In fact, I know I'm not typical. But I am a girl, and if I have the libido of a horny male, then this is how I was made. I'm neither ashamed nor proud of it.

So I lingered when Betty led her troops out of there and back to the snug security of the sorority.

It was a strange feeling. Six randy guys, and me. What the hell was I thinking of?

Mark said, tentatively,

"You're staying?"

Still I wavered.

"Maybe."

"So, er, why?"

I could hardly tell him that I agreed with what he'd said, and not with Betty, so I didn't.

"I like you guys," I said.

"Even after what's just happened?"

"Sure."

"O-kay," Mark said.

You could tell he was not quite sure what to do. I helped him.

"I liked your idea."

"Well it's not much use if all the girls have gone, all but you, that is."

I really don't know what came over me. Honest. Alcohol lowers inhibitions, I know, but I hadn't drunk much -- the sorority rules were strict about girls getting boozed up at frat parties. So I'd had a beer or two, but I surely wasn't drunk. It wasn't the booze that spoke. It was me.

"How about we cut to the quick," I said. "You guys want to get laid. Here I am."

"Ok. So you wanna pick a guy?" Mark said, hesitantly. "Like, do the game with one girl and six guys?"

"To hell with that," I said. "Line 'em up."

"What?" Mark now sounded shocked. "You mean...?"

"Any guy who wants to fuck me get in line."

"You mean... six guys?"

"Sure. Bring 'em on!"

I guess I must have come to my senses a bit at that point because I added, hastily,

"Of course, there have to be rules."

Mark scanned faces. They were as confused as he was. 

"Er... Ok. Like..?"

"So there has to be a room somewhere here with a bed."

"Sure. There's a guest room. A bit basic, but there's a bed, a bathroom..."

His voice tailed off. 

"So you take me there," I said, firmly. "Then you sort out the guys who want to fuck me in some order. They enter the room one at a time, and take me in whatever position I want. No lovey-dovey stuff. We just get straight into it. I call the shots, right."

"Er...?" 

They were all scratching their heads. I don't know whether Mark had thought through the consequences when he started out. If he had, this was surely not what he had in mind.

"One thing more," I said. God, how brazen is youth. "I don't wanna mess around with limp dicks. The guy enters, naked. I check his dick. It's not rock hard, he's outa there. Ok? And he doesn't come back. That's it for him. Kay."

"Er...?"

They still couldn't get their heads around it.

"And just you six, right. No-one else."

Mark was immediately profuse.

"Of course. A matter of honor," he said.

"And any guy who wants seconds, no problem."

Brazen to the point of 'leaving her senses' I know.

"What?"

"As long as any of the six is rock hard, he's welcome."

It's fortunate that at the time I was not aware of a similar instance, at a different fraternity, whose idea of honor was to send five guys in to tie the girl to the bed, then invite the entire fraternity to fuck her brains out. If I'd been aware of this, I may have been more cautious. Ignorance is bliss.

"Let me get this clear, er..?"

"Michaela," I said. Hell, I didn't want it to get around that it was me. 

"Michaela," Mark parroted. "Pardon me if I'm blunt, but there should be no misunderstanding. We six guys can fuck you as often as we like?"

"As long as it's rock hard. Otherwise not. Two minutes goes by, no guy appears sporting a full stiffy, I'm outa here. Ok?"

When I think back, I'm appalled at my own bravado. But the idea of being serially fucked by a bunch of guys was not new to me. Often, when I masturbated, I'd imagined this. It was a fantasy. I confess that the thought of this fantasy being realized thrilled me. I was drunk on it. However, the frontal cortex was still functioning. How many times could six guys get rock hard in one night? Twice each, three times each? Max eighteen fucks. My experience told me that once a guy is really hard he lasts but a few minutes. Meant that eighteen fucks translated into less than an hour of actual penetration. Hell, I'd had my vibrating dildo on for four hours without breaking a sweat.

Ok. So the 'real thing' would be different. But one hour versus four? I could handle that.

"Michaela," Mark was saying. "Are you sure you want this?"

"Absolutely. That's why I'm here. You said it yourself."

"You have my word of honor that your conditions will be met without exception. Just we six, and rock hard."

"I'll check. Any guy who ain't will get a fist in his balls. And goodbye. That's it for him. He's done."

You can't fault me on not being feisty. At least not on that. 

Alone in the bedroom, I almost got cold feet. Well I did, in the sense that once I was naked, my feet were cold. But I'd committed to it now, and I'm proud. What I undertake, that I fulfill. I'd figured out what positions I'd adopt. Missionary; from behind, me lying on the bed, legs spread; side on, behind, and face on; occasional doggie. I like doggie, but it does get to the knees fast. So that would be the exception. 

But whichever position, the guy'd do the work. No on-top stuff. That really takes it out of you.

Curiously, I gave no thought to my own orgasms. That six guys ought to give me a few I didn't doubt. But it was not so important. I guess it was less about sex than power. Supposed to be a guy thing, I know, but that's what it was for me. I wanted to prove something, to them, maybe. To myself, certainly. I was quite sure I could fuck six guys until none of them could get it up any more. No doubt whatsoever entered my mind that I could do this -- that I wanted to do it.

The book on 'living out a fantasy' is rather explicit with advice. Don't! At the time, I had not read that book.

I was alone for quite a while. Well, I figured, the guys had to get organized and work their dicks some, just as I was working on myself. Scarcely necessary, though. I was about to live out a fantasy. Enough to get any girl's vagina drooling.

Eventually, the door opened and guy no 1 appeared. He held out his wrist, on which someone had inked what looked like a '1'. I took a casual glance, but I wasn't stupid enough not to know that they could stamp any guy with a '1'. I wasn't relying on this, but on faces. I have a good memory for faces, and six is not many to remember. 

His dick stuck out, real proud, way over the horizontal. I laid a hand on it and squeezed hard. Yep! That was about as hard as a guy ever gets.

"Ok," I said, lying on my back and spreading my legs. "Let's see what you're made of."

God, that guy could fuck! He began slowly, hovering above me, his weight on his arms, his long dick sliding in and out, all the way. I closed my eyes. Hell, it felt sooo good. I didn't want it ever to stop.

It seemed like it wasn't going to. An orgasm began to build. I began to moan. Still, that penis shoved into me, withdrew, a tempo. I raised my legs and began to pound my heels on his butt. Faster, harder, they said. The guy took no notice at all. Just kept up that slow, deep fuck until I went noisily over the top.

God, was that ever fucking great! 

I swear that was the first time a guy had made me come just by fucking me. Sure, it had happened, but only after we'd been eating each other for an hour and I was already on the brink. And even then, the guy'd often come the moment he entered me. How frustrating is that?

But this guy was not yet done. He hadn't broken a sweat, just kept up that steady motion right through all the vaginal contractions, the grip of my thighs on his loins and the thrashing around of my body. When this went limp, he lowered himself gently onto me, and began to thrust harder.

Holy cow! 

Two orgasms later, he got serious, pounding me into the bed so hard it bounced me back onto his cock with every thrust. My body had taken on a will of its own and matched every thrust, straining for the next orgasm in line, which erupted like a volcano just as the guy, finally, shot his seed into me.

For a while our groins wrestled, dissipating the sheer force of a cosmic mutual orgasm. Then we were still.

After a while, he slid his dick out of me and rolled to one side. I lay on the bed, my arms and legs in the form of a star, ribcage heaving. His voice seemed to come from afar.

"That was great, Michaela. Thanks."

He was not wrong. But something was. According to my glazed eye, his dick was still hard. After a load like that? I could feel it dripping out of my vagina onto the coverlet of the bed.

I suppose I should have twigged then. But there was no time for thought. Guy no 2 was already at the bedside. No need to squeeze that dick! I don't think I had the strength to raise my arm in any event. I rolled over on my back, and spread my legs.

Fuck no 2 began.

Two minutes a pop? Hell, the first guy had lasted 20 at least, the second even longer. I guess a guy doesn't get the same degree of stimulation from behind. But I did, and the orgasms kept on coming, and coming....

Well I won't go into any more graphic details. You get the picture. I stayed on my back for the third guy and when he was done asked him breathlessly for some water, which the fourth guy brought. Jason!

Had to be missionary, even though throughout the entire fuck my eyes were so glazed over I could scarcely see him.

Five, six -- that was Mark, best last!-- one, two, three...

You getting the message? I swear, every dick was as stiff as a cock ever gets.

After twelve, I asked for a pee break. I did need to pee, but even more, I needed a break. I mean, I like to come a lot. But when it's physical there's the question of endurance. It's not your cunt that's the problem, it's the strain on your muscles.

But a deal's a deal, and though this was not turning out the way I expected, I was going through with it. My body versus six dicks. They had to give out soon.

One, two, three, four....

I'd discovered that lying on my stomach with my butt raised by a pillow put the least strain on my body. By now, I wasn't coming often, but I was long past caring about that. How long I'd been in that room, one dick after the other pounding into my cunt, I had no idea. As long as it takes. It became a matter of will.

I kept count until 24, then gave up. I swear every dick that entered me was as stiff as a pole and belonged to one or other of those six guys. They just kept on coming, and coming, and coming.

And I have the unpleasant suspicion that it ended not because their dicks had given out but because my capacity to take any more had. But that was later, much later. On reflection. At the time, I took literally the final act, Mark shooting yet another load into my cunt, holding for an age, then slowly withdrawing, his dick hanging, half-cock, as it were. 

"Michaela," I heard him say, "you were just great. Fantabulous. You've worn us out, the lot of us."

Cheez! It had lasted longer than I'd expected -- miles longer. But I'd made it, I recall thinking, just before I passed out.

I have no idea how long I was asleep. I woke slowly, becoming gradually aware that I hurt. Everywhere, but 'down there' especially. 

What day was it? 

My body did not want to move, and when I forced it to, it protested, all over. The bathroom beckoned, but it was so far away, over in the corner. I heaved myself off the bed and crawled -- even that is an overstatement. Turning the shower on was torture, but lying under it with the warm streams of water playing over my protesting limbs was pure bliss.

I have to give it to those guys. They were true to their code of honor. Hey, call me stupid, but just as I'd not read 'the book' on living out one's fantasies, so I'd never heard of Viagra!

7. Aftermath 

When Jane came to the end of her Encounter, three breathless girls rubbed furiously on their clit-hoods until the next orgasm broke, then, one after the other, let out expletives of a nature that is difficult to translate into the mere written word, and fell back on the soft cushions, panting. 

Which is not to say Jane had gone short. She'd started working on herself the moment Carol began to speak. 

A curiously surreal calm descended. The third wine bottle was unscrewed and its contents distributed.

Jane said,

"Hell, I don't know what was sexier, the stories, or watching you guys friggin' yourselves."

"Cheez, I'm fucking exhausted," Carol said. Then,

"Did you ever find out how many loads you took that night?"

"Night? Sounds like they did her for days!" Pat muttered.

Jane was silent.

"Come on. You must have some idea. What happened when you got back to the sorority?"

"Nothing."

"So.. er..?"

Something about Jane's answer sounded odd.

"I bet it got out. Was that why you had no boyfriends?" Carol said.

"Hey, if you get a reputation for screwing around, that's all the guys want. You get laid, but..."

"So it did get out!" Pat said.

"Well, not exactly...."

"Come on, Jane, either it did or it didn't." Carol said, a tad tersely.

"I did get a reputation for screwing around, if that's what you mean. And I deserved it. I did. Screw around."

By now, Carol and Pat were onto it. Wide grins lit up their faces. Linda merely looked bewildered.

"But not that way, Jane. Come on. Admit it!" Carol said. "Your story's a complete fabrication."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that," Jane said enigmatically, sipping on her wine.

"Ok. What was true, and what was not?"

"It was all true...."

"No way!" said Pat.

"Get real!" said Carol, simultaneously.

".. up to a point."

"Which would be?" said Carol.

"When the girls marched out."

"And you with them... Why, you rotten...!"

Two cushions flew in Jane's direction. Fortunately, neither struck that ultra sensitive organ, the wine glass.

"Well, hell. It was a good story. I watched you guys. What, two orgasms apiece? Gimme a break."

"Anyway," Jane continued. "Let's talk about Pat's 'story'."

"What?" Pat said.

Something about the way she said it sounded odd.

"Total BS, right?"

Carol and Linda turned to Pat, who had gone brick red.

"Why you....!" Carol expleted.

More cushions flew, again avoiding vital organs.

"Bet you have the hots for that guy though, what, Mike?" Jane said.

"Oh, fuck you, smart ass!"

"There you go! He didn't take the bait, right?"

Pause.

"Ok. The rotten bastard moved out two weeks ago."

"Anyway," Pat continued, hastily, turning to Carol. "You're no-one to be throwing things at me."

"What d'you mean?"

Something about the way Carol said it sounded odd.

"Some guy snuggles up and massages your pussy under a tree? Get real!"

"Come on, Carol," Jane said. "You're story was as fabricated as ours, right?"

"Well," Carol began. "Not entirely...."

"So 'not entirely what'?"

Carol sighed. 

"Ok. It was all true ... except for the guy. But there must have been a guy there."

"How so?" Jane said, interrogatively.

"So ok, I fell asleep under that tree. With panties. I woke. Minus panties."

Pillows flew again, but playfully. Pat and Jane were giggling.

"A trophy!" Pat said. "Hanging in some guy's room, along with all the others."

"Guys," Jane said, darkly. "What a dirty trick. And not even the decency to fuck you while they were at it."

Up to this point, Linda had been silent. She'd also been going redder and redder, because she'd been getting madder and madder. Now, it all came out in a rush.

"Goddam you guys," she exploded. "You freakin' liars."

"What?" said Jane, serious suddenly. "You mean your story was true?"

"Of course it was, you .... you .... goddam bitches!"

Linda added expression to her ire using a cushion as a weapon.

"Oh dear," Pat said, ducking.

Linda stopped thrashing her friends with a cushion. It looked like she was about to cry.

"Hey Linda," Jane said. "If your story really was true, then we owe you."

"Owe me what?" Linda said, sulkily.

"A penance. It's only fair."

"What penance."

"Whatever you like. It's your call. Right, girls?"

Pat and Carol nodded solemn acquiescence.

"I should whip your damn asses with my belt," Linda said, vindictively.

"Ok," Jane responded immediately. "Personally, I'm not into pain, but I suppose that would be the point."

She adopted a kneeling position, which presented her ass to the whip, but also revealed swollen pussy lips which glistened in the dim light from the candles.

"Or...?"

"Or what?" Linda said. She had, of course, no intention of administering any more than a tentative spank. Anyway, it was not Jane's ass that had caught her eye.

"Or, well, if your story is true, then you're into cunnilingus."

"What's that?"

"Pussy licking. Here's the deal. You agree not to whip us. Instead, as a penance, Pat, Carol and me will lick your pussy as long as you can take it. Right, girls?"

"Right. That's fair," said Pat.

"Ok by me," said Carol.

"What? Girl on girl stuff?" Linda said, wavering.

"Why not? I bet I can get you off a hell of a lot better than that guy did," Jane replied.

"Me too," said Pat. "I've been watching. You have a gorgeous pussy."

"Ripe for the experienced tongue," Carol added, licking her lips.

Linda looked from one to the other. She didn't know what to say. She'd never done 'girl on girl' stuff before.

"Come on, Linda, what's it to be?" Jane said. "Ass whipping, or pussy licking. One way you get three red asses. The other, you get to come as often as you can. And I've been watching. That's gonna be lots!"

It was no contest. Jane span the bottle.

"Of course," she said, dreamily, as Pat buried her head between Linda's thighs, which opened invitingly, "the rest of us might as well have some fun while we're waiting our turns."

A suggestion that Carol received with considerable enthusiasm.

The End



Encounters



I was lost...as lost as a foreigner could possibly be.

  To be more specific I was an exchange student who had come to the city of Pforzheim in Germany as a part of an International Society programme.My hosts where the Stauffen family of 4, husband-wife(Eric and Arabella) and their children, Otto,21 and Beatrix,19. My hosts were a gracious lot but me being an adventurous soul wanted to camp in the "Schwarzwald" also more popularly known as The Black Forest.After much convincing they finally agreed & I found myself in Skoda Yeti heading towards the local camping station.

  The plan was an overnight camp to view the scenic beauty of the famed forest.We reached our camping site which was located at the foothill of Mt Feldberg the highest mountain in the region. We settled down to the usual campfire stuff and I was soon entertained by the hilarious jokes of Mr Eric Stauffen. The chat soon drifted and Otto started telling about the supernatural stuff allegedly centered about some 'cabin' located on the ridge of Mt Feldberg. I being a headstrong fellow laughed it all away and chuffed the lad for his stories. Soon we retired in our respective tents.

  I don't remember the time now but it was some time after midnight when I first heard it...a low musical tune as if somebody was playing a violin, the sound was alluring, enticing me to explore. I wisely detested from doing the same and tried again to fall asleep. After about half an hour I heard it again, this time seemingly close my tent! It was too much for me I got up quickly and poked my head out..there was nobody there. Then I saw a flash of light some 200yards away in a forested ridge. I tried to control my curiosity but it was too much and I succumbed. Picking up my   jacket and a flashlight I headed out towards the flashing strobe. On reaching there I found the strobe had shifted some distance away from me uphill. Determined to explore the mystery I went ahead trying to find the source of light. This continued for some time;me reaching the flashing lights only for them to move somewhere ahead. I got so engrossed in this 'chase' that soon I had completely lost my sense of direction. I decided to foray ahead and seek out the source and after climbing a rock formation I saw it...the cabin.

   It was a sturdy wooden structure some 2o yards away fenced around with a gate. Surprisingly there seemed to be a candle burning in the window.Unnerved I turned to leave when I heard the music once again now coming from the cabin itself!

It was an enchanting almost magical tune was pulled my feet towards the cabin...I swung the gate open and approached the door, it was ajar! I approached cautiously and opened it, inside was a single wooden table with a jet black violin on it, on the window sill was the candle burning. I walked in went near the table when suddenly there was a loud THUD!! the door was slammed shut. The next thing I remember was a swirl of mist from God knows where and I fainted. 

   I woke to find myself on some rocky platform in room which was made of rock! I was in some sort of cavern. There were two candles bright red in colour throwing an almost sensual light. All this of course I noticed later because the very first thing that struck me was that I was stark naked and was bound by some contraption to the rocky platform. Then a door opened somewhere above and again the sensual music could be heard this time though I could see a lengthening shadow approaching. A chill ran through my spine when I realised that the person was playing the violin.I also noticed the curvy body and realised that it was a female...

  There was a momentary darkness and when the candles came back on I saw her right in front of me.

  She was a tall, slim lady with jet black hair matching the colour of the violin. She was wearing some sort of gown which still threw in prominence her assets, two bulbous mounds clearly seen through the satin gown. Her lips though were all purple same as her eyes. I was unnerved and spluttered in broken German. She answered in fluent English,"My name in Ninakei." I told her my name. She smiled her sexy smile and I felt a lump rise in my throat.She said," Its been a long time since a man came to my lair, so long in fact that I have forgotten the flavour of a man like you."

I was still pondering the meaning of those words when he said,"I want you to take me, I want you inside of me so that I can complete my ritual"

Shit! I thought this was some Psycho who belonged to the hospital and started to struggle against my bonds.

  "Its no use, those are magical bonds and can only be broken by me",said Ninakei.

I thought, 'if indeed this sexy babe was offering me a free sex then why not take it?' So I asked her,"Whats in it for me?"

"Death"was the one worded reply, and with she started crawling over my legs.

Thoroughly afraid I tried to break free but then a warm sensation took over me. She was kissing my legs upwards with her insanely hot lips and inspite of myself I started getting aroused.

"Good",she said,"You find me irresistible, just give in to me and I'll show you pleasure like you have never felt."

  Again I started drowning in her soft words and my dick started thickening. She smiled, now sitting over my thighs and removed her gown. Those rounded breasts looked perfect. She bent over her lips close to mine, I smelt her perfume which only aroused me further. When my dick was rock hard she took it in her thin hands and started stroking it.Then suddenly she closed her lips around it and started blowing me. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy crashed over me and my mind went numb.

Then she said,"I think you are ready now,so enter me!"

   Now totally under her spell I reached out for my dick not realising both my hands and feet were free! I caught hold of my pulsating cock and directed it towards her waiting pussy. 

She gave a low moan as I started penetrating her.She was super tight and her vagina was making squeezing movements around my cock drawing it in further. She now started slowly kissing up my chest till finally she locked full on my lips. Her flavour which now started entering my system only served to my cock more thick and erect. Then her body started gyrating on mine slowly squeezing my cock as I started reaching new threshold of pure pleasure.Slowly she fucked me and then suddenly stopped. Still in lip-lock I realised that it was my turn now. Steadily building up a rhythm I started forcing my cock inside of her. With each heave she moaned and purred making me go still deeper. We were still kissing each other, tongues clashing whilst at the same time I continued to pound her. Suddenly she stopped kissing me and gave a full throated cry...she had never been fucked like this before.

"Yes!Yes!Yes!,I want it faster" she yelled. I was happy to oblige. Our sweaty bodies were gyrating around each other.I then realised that I was soon going to burst. She seemed to sense it as well and her pussy started contracting around my cock trying to delay the inevitable.Soon it was too much and I exploded inside her, She gave her shrill cry which seemed to go on and on.Then she looked at me an evil smile playing on her lips and I realised it was over. Darkness fell.



Encounters



I was at Jasper National Park in Canada camping by myself. I had become used to camping by myself, I had not wanted that but my sons were now interested in girls and my ex was interested in keeping them home. 

I had a semi girlfriend but she was not a teacher and could not take off on long camping trips. I assuaged her feelings by taking her to Las Vegas as soon as I got back home.

I had just gotten set up and decided to walk around and take in the sights. In truth most northern forests look pretty much the same and smell pretty much the same. What I liked was the quiet, the isolation, and the surprises.

My campground had at least eighty tent sites but there were less than ten of us there. Of course it was still June and most campers of the northern woods don't vacation until July. In fact twice so far that trip people looked at my Texas license plate, shook their head and smiled. There was a fast running shallow stream behind my tent site and a trail that led up a mountain across the highway. I took that trail and encountered a couple of guys from Germany. They told me the trail ended about five kilometers further up at a ten meter wall of snow that blocked the trail. I turned around and walked back down with them. 

I saw a small trail going down so I said bye to them and took it. The trail became a ravine and made walking difficult so I took a small trail that led me to a small valley. I did admit it felt a little spooky there.

I sat to rest and and must have fallen asleep because it was afternoon and would be dark soon. I took the small trail back but never found the ravine.

I heard a truck somewhere above me so I hiked up. I came out to a highway about a kilometer down from the campsite so I followed the road back. I fixed myself a can of corn beef hash, drank a beer, and watched the stars appear. 

I heard something thrashing through the stream behind me and saw a moose heading away from the highway. I wondered if the bridge over the stream was high enough for him to go under or if he had to cross the road. Even though I already had many pictures of moose it was my first Jasper moose so I took a picture.

It had been a long day for me so I went to bed. It was probably before nine in the evening.

I was up before the sun had completely cleared the horizon. No one came into the restroom while I was there and was happy to see my water was already boiling when I got back to my tent. I did remind myself that I was at altitude and the water was not that hot but it was hot enough for my instant coffee and I ate peanut butter cookies with it. I was just starting on my second cup of coffee when a bear just walked through my tent site.

It was a small black bear, perhaps born two winters before but I looked around for its mother anyway just in case. The bear settled in by the stream and began munching on the new grass. Again it was not the first black bear to walk through my campsite but I took a picture anyway.

Something on the far side of the stream suddenly got the youngsters attention and it began to sniff the air. With resolute steps it suddenly walked through my site and away from the stream. "What would scare a bear? A bigger bear?" I asked myself.

I looked towards where it had been looking and saw nothing but thick woods. I took a picture anyway then went back to my second cup of coffee. 

After a while I picked up a faint whiff of skunk and decided the bear may have had an unfortunate encounter with one earlier in his life.

I was a good hiker that never lost the trail I had taken, until yesterday. That bothered me so I decided to repeat it and see were I went wrong.

That time I took some red tacks before I began. I walked up the trail until I saw the small one I had taken the day before, except this one never turned into a ravine and ran more or less parallel to the stream. I had placed tacks by the head of the small trail and had continued to do so about every two hundred meters or so.

The trail just went down and so did I. It felt strange since across the road from the park there was a mountain. About a thousand meters down I needed to make a choice so a put tacked a tree and took a trail that seemed to be mostly level. A thousand meters later I decided it was a boring trail and decided to turn back but decided to eat my snack and drink some water first.

I was enjoying some marshmallows when I smelled a skunk. But no, it wasn't a skunk. It was a different aroma, more like skunk cabbage but a bit less irritating. I looked around and saw nothing. I took pictures of the area the smell was coming from, I figured if there was anything there I would find it when I loaded the pictures to my computer after I got home

On a whim before I began my trek back I left a small stack of marshmallows on a rock. I hoped it would be of interest to Stinky.

I was about halfway back to my tent when I began to feel I was being followed. The last time I had that feeling I was in fact being followed by a grizzly bear. That encounter became a happy memory for me. The bear was an old female and was simply walking the trail I happened to be on. We were in Glacier National park and she was apparently very much at ease with humans.

Like now I was headed out of the trail. I had turned to see what was behind me and she stopped when I did. I said good afternoon then walked on at my previous pace. I talked to her for about two hundred meters before we came out to the trailhead. Just in case I went to the far side of my car and I took pictures as she looked both ways before crossing the road.

However, this time I did not see anything moving behind me but took another picture on general purpose. The tacks led me back to my campsite well enough and I was soon relaxing on my folding chair by the camp table. After a supper of canned chili and oyster crackers I decided to see if anything was in any of the pictures.

I zoomed in on the images and still saw nothing. I though I again smelled the somewhat unpleasant aroma and walked to the stream and took a picture of the other side of the stream. That time my flash went off and whatever was on the other side reacted to it.

I hurriedly apologized and put the camera in my pocket. No more pictures I promised. Then I did something stupid, I walked across the stream and left a stack of marshmallows on the other side. It was stupid because the water was cold and now my sneakers were wet.

It was also stupid because I had approached an unknown creature I could not see but had pissed off.

Anyway the creature did not go far, I could still smell it. I went back to my table and brewed some tea to which I added a bit of rum. I had taken one sip when I took my camera out of my pocket and decided to see which creature would never trust a human again.

My mind refused to accept it, I knew they were myths but right across the stream looking at me there it was, Bigfoot. It took me a while to calm down and stop shaking as I inspected the picture.

Maybe there is more than one kind of Bigfoot, this one was somewhat slim and no taller than me. I expected the creature to look like a middle linebacker but its body shape was more like a basketball player. Then I noticed her breasts, she was a girl.

I wondered if I was the first human she had ever seen. I felt like she was young although likely an adult. I wondered how many there were around me. It may have been three in the morning before I got any sleep.

The following morning I took my chair and my coffee to the bank of the stream and talked to the forest. I hoped she would still be there but there was no sign of her. As I got up to get more coffee I looked to see if the marshmallows were gone and they were. I knew any number of creatures could have eaten them but I preferred to think she had accepted them as my apology.

My sneakers were still wet so I was just wearing socks but I decided to take another offering across the stream. I had a stash of garbanzos and poured some in a bowl then added marshmallows to the bowl. Then I added a peanut butter cookie.

I took my offerings further back but to a place where I could see her if she came out.

After changing socks I went to the car and brought out my flute, got my coffee and resumed talking to her. After I finished my coffee I began to play my flute. I had been a member of the symphony orchestra for five years but had to give it up when I moved out of the city after my divorce. I still practiced regularly but I normally did not have an audience. That morning I hoped I did.

I played a bit of Mozart that was not composed for flute and hoped she would be fascinated by the sound. I saw her, she was peeking around a tree trunk to see where the sound was coming from.

I caught her eye and explained the thing in my hands was a flute and it made sounds if you blew into it just right. I demonstrated a good sound and a bad sound then resumed the Mozart piece.

She again hid behind the tree trunk. Then I though I saw an arm move from behind a different tree. There was more than one of them.

As I played I looked intently and decided there were three of them. I was going to run out of cookies. I fixed two more plates and put them next to the first.

Soon I noted I needed to pee. I decided to do so into the stream and just took my cock out and peed. As expected they were not looking, probably. My cock was OK in size but unlikely to approach Bigfoot standards. I put it back into my sweatpants as soon as I was done.

I went back to my tent site and moved everything around so I would now be facing the stream while there and resumed playing my flute.

The one in my picture was the first to come out. I nodded to her just as she was about to carry her plate away but even though she did move back she remained in my sight. She apparently dared the others to come out and both did together. They quickly picked up their plates and hurried back to where they first were. There was apparently an argument about whether they were far enough away until I resumed playing my flute.

They sat and ate the marshmallows first. Then the carrot. They ignored the lettuce and ate the cookie. They were fascinated by the music and they stayed there while I played. I studied them.

One had darker hair and tits. She was bigger than the other two and her hair was longer. One was smaller than the other two and had no tits, a male. His hair was somewhat reddish. My first companion groomed the older female at times.

I decided they were a family, Mom, big sister, youngest son.

Between songs I talked to them even though I realized they had no clue to what I was saying. They had yet to vocalize for me. They seemed to be mesmerized by a particular song and became a bit agitated when I played it so it was every fourth song for the rest of the morning.

Suddenly all three vanished. A car was driving into the camp and as soon as they went past me down the loop they suddenly reappeared. I rewarded them with their favorite song.

Another car came down and I wondered what day it was and decided it must be Friday, the cars kept coming and the family either stayed hidden or walked away. I did not see any of them the rest of the day.

I took a trip to the Columbia Glacier that afternoon and was properly awed about having a mile of ice under my feet. The cold climbed up to my knees. I drove to the town of Jasper and bought some supplies and more marshmallows, carrots and cookies.

That Saturday the camp ground was half full although I still had no neighbors. I did not expect to see the family and didn't. By Sunday afternoon the camp was almost as deserted as it had been. Maybe seven more tent sites were now occupied.

I wondered why most people were at the end of the loop and decided to walk down and see. I saw a bigger bathroom with showers. I saw the stream bend around the loop and it had rapids. Had I not been in a hurry to set up camp I would have been down there too, and not had new friends. I realized the sound of the rapids likely masked the sound of my flute. I was not disappointed.

The following morning I carried my now dry sneakers across the stream and began walking a trail on that side. I again used the tacks to mark my way. I had decided the family had left and I wondered where they were going.

The trail was clear and I knew it was the right way because their aroma permeated the path. The trail forced me to cross a stream but I could do that without getting my feet wet so I did. About a hundred meters further I suddenly found myself running into previously posted tacks. I had been there before. I was on the trail where I had felt I was being followed. I then realized I was being followed.

I did continue past what I knew was the last tack so I resumed planting them every two hundred meters or so. I stopped for some energy drink and an energy bar then continued after leaving three marshmallows behind. I was maybe three thousand meters from the campground when I heard a strange humming sound, It took me a while but my hair stood on end when I realized someone was humming Mozart. I joined in the humming and continued on.

Suddenly my girlfriend among the species was in front of me. She did not want me to continue down the trail. She signaled for me to follow her and we went through the woods. She got down and signaled me to do so. We crept up to a ledge and I looked down. 

There were around a hundred creatures down in a glen. Some very large specimens were wrestling. Some very large specimens were in a small group to one side. Some were scattered outside the group. There was a ring of females surrounding the combatants. 

I watched as the as the combats ended with the capitulation of one. The loser would go to its knees and the victor pulled his head to his crotch as he caressed the losers head. I saw some of the losers slurp the winners cock into his mouth. I heard the commotion it carried. The entire ceremony struck me as a ritual, the losers had the cock in their mouth from not at all to seconds to minutes, they were not being forced.

The victor was soon approached by several females who got on their hands and knees and he would choose one to fuck which he did in front of all the witnesses. Once done the female would stand, punch the male softly in the chest then leave. The male would then join the smaller group of big males.

The loser would join the larger group of males. My guess was they were waiting for the alpha males to be fucked out and get the leftovers.

My friend became excited. Her mother had just presented herself to a winner. He picked her mother and my companion seemed to be very pleased. The male made love to her mother. He reached around her and one hand went to a tit as the other went towards her pussy. I looked at my companion with a look of curiosity and she sat and pointed at a bump at the top of her pussy. She had a clit.

Without thinking I put a finger on it and she froze. I caressed the clit and she closed her eyes. I caressed a tit and her pussy clenched around my finger as she emitted a low growl. Fluids flooded my hand.

Then I again did something stupid, I licked her pussy. Another low growl and more fluids. She was easy. As I continued eating her pussy I released my erection.

I pushed her to her back and slid my cock into her. Another low growl and we were soon fucking. She may have had seven more orgasms before I got mine.

I kissed her as I rubbed my nose on hers. Then I saw her mother standing next to us. I was afraid for my life until I saw the look of wonder in her eyes. I got on my knees and licked her mother's pussy. Her growl was not at all low and I hoped her mate had not heard her.

I still had my cock in her daughter and she was trying for another fuck so I continued to eat her Mom's pussy as I fucked her with a rapidly diminishing cock. It ended when her Mom fell to her knees. I got up, slid my cock back into my sweatpants. Then resumed watching the event below as mother and daughter masturbated.

Eventually they were done and I took my lovers hand, kissed her Mom's cheek, then led us back to the trail. I held her hand which she found confusing. I kissed her lips which she found mesmerizing. We were now across the stream to my tent. She was hanging back as I took my shoes off.

She was reluctant to follow me but did, I helped her into the tent, closed it off and got nude. She saw my erection and immediately lay on her back. I kissed her pussy to orgasm, sucked her tits as I masturbated her to orgasm then made love to her for about thirty minutes. I lost count of the number of orgasms she had. We fell asleep in each other's arms. 

She was trying to figure out how to open the tent when I awoke. I showed her the tab and she was delighted to see she could open it. She stepped out, walked to the middle of the stream and peed. I peed into the stream downstream for from her. She seemed to be disappointed.

She stayed by the stream as I prepared dinner. I boiled some carrots and a potato for her and added a raw one of each for her. A added a marshmallow and a cookie to her plate. I fixed myself a hot dog. I added a slice of bread to her plate.

We ate in silence, she cleaned her plate and seemed to still be hungry so I made her a grape jelly sandwich. She loved that so I fixed her another.

A car drove past us. She did not try to hide but did freeze in place. My tent and table were not in the headlights of anyone passing by and they would have needed to turn their heads just to see my tent. We were behind my tent. In fact I had remained nude.

After dinner I took out my flute and played for her. She watched as I pursed my lips and blew air into the mouth piece and manipulated the keys with my hand. She hummed the Mozart as I played it.

She kissed me. It was not a well delivered kiss so I took her head into my hands and taught her proper kissing techniques. She was a fast learner. She was also checking on my cock often. Another hour I thought.

I found my iPod and after cueing the Mozart I put the headphones over her ears and pressed play. The song she liked was part of a concerto for full orchestra and she was just awed by the fact that such big sound could come from such a small thing then she recognized the melody and closed her eyes. I busied myself cleaning up and making chocolate.

I saw her mother watching us from across the stream and waved at her to join us. It wasn't until she was sitting next to her daughter when she noticed the earphones. I handed her daughter a cup of warm chocolate and put the headphones on her mother. She acted like she wanted to run away from the sound but her daughter stopped her and kissed her. It was a fine kiss.

She was soon enjoying the concert as she sipped her chocolate. Mine had Kahlua in it and apparently they could smell it. On their next cup I added a teaspoon to their chocolate.

My erection returned and both saw it. I cleaned up as my lover led her Mom into my tent. When I got in I fucked her mother first. She loved the kisses and the tit caresses and really loved what may have been her first frontal fuck ever. 

After her third orgasm I switched to her daughter and fucked her until she had at least nine cums then had mine. We cuddled together and went to sleep.

The next morning they seemed to be anxious to get going so I fixed them hot chocolate and a bowl of cereal, no milk.

I walked them to the stream and kissed both good bye. Just before they were out of sight they stopped and looked at me and embraced themselves. I knew it was a hug for me so I embraced myself for them.

As they walked on I saw my lover take her Mom's hand in hers.

I was drinking coffee when it came to mind I had a very large secret to keep. I also knew I would keep it. But also I realized I was done with my camping trip, it was time to go home. 




Encounters



I packed-up except for one change of clothes and drove down to the showers. One of the men in there asked if a skunk had gotten me.

"No, he got my tent but he was aiming at a bear. Everything in my tent has the smell. My first purchase when I see civilization will be industrial strength Fabreze." 

The guy laughed and wished me luck with that. I decided to really scrub myself hard twice. I had not been able to smell my visitors at all since the mating ceremony. Our mating ceremony.

I did spray a whole bottle of Fabreze into the trunk of my car but the officers at the border could still smell it. One of them gave me a small smile and nodded. Apparently I was not the only one with a secret.

At home everyone commented that I seemed like a new, more confident man since I returned. My semi girlfriend had gone on to another but I now had women flirting with me. After testing each for compatibility I chose one that was very intelligent, very pretty, and very naive. She was tall and shy but was a music teacher so we had the same schedule.

She was a reserved lover in bed and I had some passionate lovers among those being considered. She decided she had to compete. That was all she needed to do to win. She had continuous orgasms after I convinced her to relax.

We had been married three years when I told her of my experiences in Jasper National Park. The photos I had taken that appeared to be un-revealing showed my lover and her mother after some editing on my computer. I showed her the photos. She said she wanted to meet them. 

We went camping for the first time together that early summer. We packed a lot of marshmallows, carrots, cookies and Fabreze.

I took my flute and she took hers, she still played for the city's symphony at times. I also loaded up an iPod mini with music, the first being the Mozart. I would show her how she could recharge it at most campgrounds.

We also got a camo fanny pack and filled it with goodies including small binoculars.

We arrived at Jasper on June seventeenth. The mating ritual had been June twenty first, the summer solstice. We set up camp on my previous site and began to play our instruments, Mozart first. We played for about twenty minutes, got busy with camping chores for twenty then played again.

On the evening of June twentieth she was suddenly across the stream from us. My wife Pam continue playing as I walked across the stream to her and kissed her. She may have been holding her breath when I did but she was soon kissing me back.

I took her hand and walked her over to Pam who immediately kissed our guest. My wife pointed at herself and repeated Pam. Then she pointed at me and repeated Mark. Then pointed at our guest with questioning eyes. "Urg," she said.

Pam kissed her again as she said Urg and I kissed her again as I said Urg. She kissed Pam as she said Pam and kissed me as she said "lover."

We laughed together and invited her to sit with us for dinner. Urg knew some English, maybe not enough to carry a conversation but enough to understand some of what Pam and I said to her. She was a lot more intelligent than what I had given her credit for and I decided to get her a pre-k child's tablet that was set up for vocabulary skills.

Pam led Urg into the tent and got nude. I drove to Jasper, found a large store and bought the tablet. Just for the hell of it I also got her a slinky.

They were just caressing each other when I got back and as soon as I was nude I began to fuck Urg. She apparently really needed the fuck and the kisses.

Thirty minutes later we joined Pam at the table where she had chocolate with Kahlua for us. They kissed and Pam began to show Urg how to work the vocabulary mini tablet. Urg was fascinated and was soon trying to say the words. Each time she got one right Pam would kiss her.

Apparently Urg found that to be the best reward system ever and she stayed at it until they saw my cock was starting to recover. Pam showed Urg how to turn it off and back on. Then she took her to the site electric outlet and showed her how to recharge it.

When they returned to the tent I was nude on my back with my cock pointing at the ceiling.

Pam said, "Me from behind," and bent over to eat Urg's pussy. I fucked her slowly with long strokes and as usual Pam was in orgasm quickly. Urg was drawn in by Pam's cum and had one immediately.

I had not stopped fucking Pam and a few minutes later their orgasms returned. Pam fell to the bed and got on her back. Urg understood and presented her ass to me as she ate Pam's pussy. I fucked her as I had done Pam and he orgasms became continuous until she collapsed next to Pam. I fucked Pam hard until I had my release. She added a small cum when her pussy welcomed my ejaculation. Urg was already asleep.

We had breakfast the following morning and followed Urg on the trail to the mating grounds. She walked between us holding our hands. When we got close she pointed to my left and said, "There."

Pam and I took the detour and bent down to look over the ledge. I wondered if Urg's brother was there and she showed us he was. She walked to a male and kissed him. Many around them noticed but they made it seem like it was not such a big deal and separated.

We saw the wrestling matches and to our surprise Urg presented her self to the first winner. He chose her, fucked her for perhaps forty five seconds then she went to talk to her brother. She kissed him again and left.

We met her on the trail and walked back to the tent again holding hands. Our hike was interrupted by frequent kisses. Back in my tent she started up her pad and began to run through it quickly as Pam and I prepared lunch. When we called her out to eat she said she needed to go home that day.

"See Mom. Mom with child. Mine child."

"Your Mom is babysitting your kid. How old is your child?"

Urg did not have a clear concept of age so I put my hand to about a child's head and she raised it a bit to about where a two year old would be.

"Boy or girl?" Pam asked.

"Girl," Urg answered.

"How far is your home?" I asked.

"Three suns." was the answer. That would put her to the east side of the mountains to our northwest. There were no roads up there.

After lunch we went into the tent and cuddled in bed. Pam and I kissed Urg constantly. Urg made Pam cry when she called her lover. Any fear she had said something wrong was erased immediately when Pam drowned her in kisses.

The three of us ended up taking a nap together. When we awoke I gave Urg her fanny pack. I put her tablet and charge cord in it which meant she needed to eat her Oreos right away. I showed her the mini iPod and turned it on. We showed her how to recharge it. I showed her the binoculars and she looked through them.

"Brother" she said. I looked where she was looking and waved him over. He was a lot bigger since I had last seen him. I would have been terrified had I met him in the woods except he knew his sister loved me.

Pam kissed him right off which allowed her brother to relax. I gave him the slinky and watched him try to control it. Pam and I looked at Urg who was making a strange sound. Urg was laughing.

"Play with Erg," She said to her brother. Erg was her daughter.

"Mine, not Erg," he said to her.

Urg punched his chest and kissed him.

We showed Urg how to put on and take off her fanny pack then it was time for them to go. We hugged and kissed and waved bye as they walked nearly out of sight. They stopped, turned, and hugged us through the distance. Pam and I returned their hug.

We sat on our chairs and I asked her, "Well, was it worth the long trip?"

"Hell yes, and so will the trip year after next. I figured out they are pregnant for a year. Had we come last year we would not had seen her. Her mother no longer mates. Her brother is a prime mate. Many women wait for him to recover and make love to them. He no longer takes part in the wrestling matches. For two days all he does is fuck. Urg is very proud of him as is his mother."

"When did you learn all this?"

"While you were buying the vocabulary pad. We talked between orgasms."

There was a very content silence between us until we each said, "I love you."

"We laughed then simultaneously said, "Prove it."

We were laughing as we went into the tent and proved it.

"Do you want to stay here longer?" I asked her after our orgasms.

"No, we did what we came to do."

"We still have forty days to wander around."

"Vancouver, Seattle, San Francisco, Yosemite, Las Vegas then home."

"You read my mind." 

"Not that difficult."

I swatted her bare ass and kissed her. We wondered if my cock would recover before we went to sleep. It did.

On the way to Vancouver we passed more moose in the highway than cars. Two of the cars had Texas license plates and we had waved at each other.

We stopped at a wide place on the road and went into the forest to pee. We picked up the scent we had become familiar with and looked around. I saw a small form dash behind a tree. Pam went to the car and came back with our instruments and we played the Mozart for them.

The little one was so fascinated she came out of hiding and watched us. The mother came to her side and listened. When done Pam and I hugged the air between us. The little one hugged us back but he mother was too astounded to do so.

Pam walked towards them and as she spoke in a low and soothing voice she placed two cookies on the ground for them then returned to my side. She gave me a cookie and I made a show of eating it then we played some Bach. As we did the little one got the cookies and gave one to her Mom. They ate the cookie as we played the music.

We finished and again hugged the air between us. That time the Mom did too. We waved and said goodbye and returned to our car.

Pam and I rode in silence for a hundred kilometers with smiles on our faces.

Vancouver is a fine city, Pam found a pussy to eat. Funny, Pam had never eaten pussy until after we met. The first really positive mark for her with me was when a bi friend of mine kissed her on the lips. She was stunned by the kiss but never complained, she had accepted it because it had come from a friend of mine. When we parted my friend again kissed Pam on the lips and that time Pam had expected it and simply said bye. 

My friend Audrey liked Pam and and so did her husband Jack. I liked Jack. We ended up double dating with them at times. Audrey kissed Pam at each greeting and at each farewell and after a while the kisses happened at random. Pam accepted all of them and seemed to enjoy them.

Then as we enjoyed an evening at a lesbian biker bar Pam kissed Audrey. A first. We could see there was nothing behind the kiss other than I like you a lot but her kiss meant a lot to Audrey, and me. Jack and I nodded at each other and they invited us to their home. Jack and I went to their bar and fixed us all drinks. Audrey went to her bedroom to change and Pam went with her.

It took them a bit longer than prudent before they rejoined us but not long enough for anything dramatic to have happened. But Pam was blushing.

Jack and I smiled, we knew the seduction would be completed.

At home that evening I asked why Audrey had made her blush.

'Well, she got nude and got a t-shirt then came to me and kissed me. I was sitting on the bed and she began to tip over me so I put my hand up to steady her. My hand landed on her tit. Before I could take it off she covered my hand with hers and slid her tongue into my mouth before ending the kiss.

She then began talking about some friends of hers I had met that night while I apparently stared at her bright red pubic hair. Before her t-shirt covered it she said, go ahead, kiss it. I did and she pulled me up and led me to the living room. Her good bye kiss tonight included a tongue."

"Did you like it?"

She blushed but said,"Yes."

"By the way, her pubic mound is gorgeous and kissable but she may have wanted you to kiss her pussy."

"Oh," she said. She likely thought she had committed a faux pas.

It took just another three weeks for them to eat each other. It took just two more weeks for Pam to have four more pussies to eat and eat hers. That had been nearly four years ago. We married six months later.

We did take a drive to the woods outside Vancouver and took the zip line ride. We did walk around but did not catch our favorite aroma.

Seattle was nice and we drove up Mt. Rainier. We again stopped on our way up and sniffed the air but we had no company.

On our way to San Francisco we did camp in the redwood forest and did pick up the aroma but never saw one. The park was crowded.

Our friend Paula had spoken about a restaurant with a very different upstairs that only opened after eleven. Pam loved it, it was a lesbian club with very forward lesbians. She was well entertained and I was entertained watching her. We went there three consecutive nights. On our last evening we shared our bright waitress.

We went to Yosemite and camped for three nights. We did the required sightseeing but were mostly sniffing the air. The place was very crowded and we did not expect to say hello to another species but we ended up in a secluded glen all by ourselves one morning. The aroma was strong, our friends may have just come through and were still close by. I took out my flute and began to play as Pam got nude. Almost immediately we saw movement not more than ten meters away.

Pam took about five steps towards them and hugged the air. One of them, a small female, stepped out and hugged her back. Pam hugged the air and a young woman hugged her back. Pam hugged the air and their mother stepped out and hugged her back.

Pam took cookies out of the backpack and walked half way to them and put three on the ground then walked back half way towards me. I was now sitting on the ground playing my flute.

Pam began to eat a cookie and the two youngest rushed to the cookies on the ground. They loved the cookies and eventually their mother joined them.

Pam took out more cookies and held them out for them. The two younger ones stepped up to her and took them off her hand. The youngest took her mother's cookie to her then came to me to listen to the music. I showed her the instrument and how to get sound out of it then played a happy little Disney song.

She obviously wanted to try it so I coached her. She was on my lap by them.

Pam and the older daughter were kissing, or I should say Pam was teaching her how to kiss. After the young lady had it down Pam motioned for her to kiss her mother which she did. Her mother was reluctant at first but was soon kissing back.

The girl on my lap suddenly produced a tone and scared herself a little. I caressed her and praised her and got her to try again. I again showed her how to do her lips and put her hand were she could feel were my wind went. She began to make tones on a regular basis so I took her fingers and placed them just right and her next tone carried a bit of music in it.

I looked to see if her family had noted but they had not, Pam had the girl on her back as she ate her pussy as one hand fingerfucked the mother. 

The girl paid them no mind until one then the other emitted orgasmic howls. Pam rolled to her back and the younger one began to love her pussy. She coaxed the mother into straddling her face and lowered her pussy to her mouth.

The little girl went back to trying to make music. I was amazed by her progress, I had assumed there would be no progress at all. 

Mom plays the flute and I remembered being on her lap as I coaxed pleasant sounds out of it. My first formal lessons were when I was five but I already knew everything taught in that class. I was moved up three classes that year and four years the next. I was seven years old playing with teenagers.

The girl on my lap would be able to do that.

The three women were on their backs catching their breath and when they recovered Pam led them to us and I assisted the girl through a twenty second melody. Pam was amazed. Her mom and sister were beside themselves. All three rained kisses on the little girl. The Mom picked up the little girl to hug her and the Sister rained kisses on me. Pam saw motion in my sweat pants and placed the sister's hand over my cock. We saw want in her so Pam led the mother and little girl away as I pulled my sweatpants down.

I pulled the young women under me and pointed my cock at her pussy. She howled as it slid in. I turned us over and grabbed her ass and began to move her up and down. She caught on and began to fuck me to middle Earth.

She was exhausted after perhaps seven orgasms and simply rolled off my body.

"I'm ready for the Mom," I said to Pam.

She took the baby and her Mom walked to me an assumed a position on her hands and knees. I coaxed onto her back and kissed her as my cock slid into her.

I fucked her slowly at first but was soon pounding into her. After a loud growl she apparently fainted. She had more than ten orgasms before she did.

I had not cum but knew I had a perfectly fine pussy available so I just stood and slid my sweatpants back on. I told Pam the Mom needed some kissing. The three came back and sat around her and took turns kissing her. The kisses slowly lifted her out of her fog.

We heard a booming call and our friends reluctantly got up to leave. We kissed each other lovingly, the little girl had learned to kiss and she gave me a fine kiss.

Just before they vanished into the forest they stopped and sent us hugs. We hugged them back.

As Pam dressed she asked me where my flute was.

"The little girl has it."

"Did you give it to her?"

"Yeah, sort of. She knows she can have it."

"It was your practice one right?"

"Yes, it was."

When we returned to our car there was a redheaded woman ranger waiting for us. 

She said, "I heard the patriarch call them. I am sure he watched the whole event and approved of you. By the way, you smell of Bigfoot pussy," she said to Pam and gave her long kiss.

"When their kiss ended I asked her, "What exactly is known about the beings?"

She smiled and said, "Beings, huh. Good word.

We have about two hundred scattered throughout the park, this area has about forty from five family groups. There is a dominant male but they do not jealously guard their status. There is a tournament once a year during which the males push each other around and women present themselves to the winner for mating."

"We have seen one of those in Canada."

"They let you see it?"

"Well no, one of them, a friend of ours, led us to a ledge above the tournament grounds and we watched from there."

"I was happy to see they let you kiss them, now I can kiss them. They are intelligent beings by the way, they understand some English."

"We gave our friend in Canada a small pad that displayed and spoke vocabulary words. He bought her the pre-k version but she had most of it down in one night. As you may have seen they love music."

"She could speak?"

"Yes."

"That we didn't know. Apparently ours don't want to."

"That may be a clan thing."

"Did you make contact with a male?"

"Yes, our friends brother. Apparently his sister has taught him to kiss, his kiss to me was fine."

"You kissed a grown male?"

"Yes."

"Well those phonies had a lot of explaining to do."

""How do you attract them to you?"

"I go near the spot you two did and I sing. I used to be a singer for the SF opera but I much prefer this world."

Pam asked, "How much time do you have before someone worries about where you are?" and kissed her.

"Hours," she said and they walked down under a tree and were soon naked and feasting on each other.

My cock came to attention and the redhead saw it and got to her knees as she buried he face in Pam's pussy. I looked at Pam and she nodded yes and I was soon fucking a ranger. The three of us had orgasms within seconds of each other but although I was done they were not.




Encounters



I walked around and saw a creature watching the women. He had an erection. I gave him an air hug before he panicked and asked the ranger if she would like to be fucked by a being. She quickly returned to her knees and I invited him to her ass. His cock was small considering his size which was well over two meters and well over two hundred kilos. In fact his cock may have been a bit smaller than mine.

He also did not last long, under two minutes. As soon as he backed away the ranger stood and threw herself into its arms and began to kiss him.

I helped Pam get up and she interrupted their kisses with her own and got dressed. We hugged the air for them but all he could do was nod. The ranger had no intention of letting him go. I hoped he could get his cock back up for her soon.

Pam and I went back to our tent site and collapsed, It had been a long day.

We woke up to the sound of a truck pulling up to the tent. The redhead, her name was Megan, came into the tent, got nude and cuddled up to Pam.

"Could he help you again?" Pam asked her.

"Yes, three more times. Me on my back for one and he on his back for two. He lasted long enough for me on the last two. He is the son of the woman you made love to. That was his sister you two fucked. He now kisses well and will not fuck doggie style again. He likes eating pussy. But most importantly he spoke to me. He loves me. I probably love him."

Pam lifted her mouth off her tit and asked, "Would a relationship work?"

"Probably not. I am assigned to that section of the park because I know they are there but most rangers don't know that and follow visitors to that valley under instructions to warn them of problematic bears.

Funny, thats the only part of the park without bears. Any way I followed you and got there as you were hugging for them. I stayed and watched and quickly realized you love them too."

I took my mouth off her other tit and asked, "Has anyone checked to see if inter-breeding is possible?"

"Wow, talk about ugly babies. The answer is that we appear to be too far apart genetically for it to be possible. I would have been a fine experiment now but I can't conceive children anyway. I assume you left cum in your friend."

"Yes, years apart. Did not today though."

"You did in me."

"Thanks to both of you for that."

"You are welcome," they said in unison and Pam traded the tit for her lips.

Megan coaxed Pam's body over hers and they were soon rubbing clits together. I watched in fascination as the women fucked. They had dueling loud cums that were snuffed by kisses. It was a while before Pam slid from her body to over mine. 

As soon as she had my cock as deep into her as it could get she tried to fuck me to the Canadian wilderness. As my cock erupted I saw Urg.

"Three orgasm in rapid succession, go girl," the ranger said to Pam and kissed her.

"Is today your last day here?"

"Yes, our last night in a tent. We will be in Vegas the next five days."

"Oh, have fun." Megan stood and presented her pussy for us to kiss and after we did she began to get dressed. Pam stood and went to her purse and pulled out a note pad and wrote our names, home address, cell numbers and Internet address on it. She added, "We love you," and handed it to her.

She borrowed her pen and paper and gave us all her information and added, "And I love both of you."

We kissed her deeply before she left our tent then forced ourselves to begin packing.

We made it to Vegas the following sunset. It was a nice stay that focused on food, shows and fucks. We took I 10 east and after three motel stays we were home.

Apparently Pam had changed on our trip, everyone said so. She had apparently changed more than I had on my first encounter even though she knew ahead of time they existed.

We were asked, "What did you two do, fuck in the woods?"

"Yes," was our answer.



Encounters



I have many lovers. There is Andrew. He likes to take pictures. He likes to watch me put things in my ass. I like to do it for him.

He texts me. I go to his house, and he greets me wordlessly, dressed in his tight cycling shorts. I go to the play room and undress. The light is soft and warm. Sometimes I choose a toy, sometimes he does. I play with it, caress it, lick it. I show my hole and my cock to his camera. I lube my fingers, my ass, my toy. The moment comes and I insert it. My cock stiffens as I fill myself. I make love to the camera as I make love to myself. 

I give him any position he wants. He focuses his lens on my love hole as it embraces the toy of the night. I caress my body with one hand as I fuck myself with the other. 

His shorts come off at some point and I allow myself to gaze at his magnificent manhood as it drips with pre-cum. I let my orgasm build slowly, agonizingly, often bringing myself right to the edge before backing off.

I always ask "Are you going to fuck me, tonight?"

Sometimes the answer is "Yes." If it is, I wait. I want to cum when he's inside me. Most nights, the answer is no. In that case, when he's ready, I let myself go past the plateau and use the toy more aggressively to bring myself to climax.

Sometimes I can cum without touching my cock, and he focuses in close, so that the picture shows my cock erupting as I fuck myself. After I cum, he comes to me and I take him in my mouth. His orgasms are quick and powerful and glorious and I drink his nectar and let it spill down my cheeks. 

The last pictures always show me with cum on my hands and my belly and my face.

Daniel likes to cum to my house and we look at the pictures Andrew has given me. We masturbate each other. Daniel likes to lick the cum from our hands and kiss after we climax. Sometimes we fuck. His asshole embraces my cock and we make love face to face. I enter him and then I take his cock in my hand and slowly jerk him off as we fuck. I wait until I feel his orgasm filling his manhood and then I cum. We almost always cum nearly together. 

Sometimes he spends the night. When he does, he always sucks my cock in the bathroom after we shower.

Gary and Tim like me to watch them fuck. Their sex is intense and erotic. Tim likes to straddle Gary and get fucked while on top. Often, I fuck Tim's mouth while he gets fucked. He loves to cum while I am cumming in his mouth. Sometimes I masturbate on to Gary's cock while they fuck. Tim loves the feeling of my warm nectar slathered on his lovers cock as it pistons in and out of his hole. Sometimes Tim likes to watch his lover fuck me while he masturbates. I lay on my back, my knees over Gary's shoulders, his big rod ensheathed in my loving man-hole. Close beside us will be Tim, his cock and asshole close to my face so that I can lick his hole, or watch as he fills himself with a big dildo. His hole is perfectly puckered, and erotically beautiful when it swallows a cock or a fuck toy. He cums in my mouth and then his lover kisses me hungrily while we climax. Tim likes to lick my cum from my belly and share it with his lover. I like to lick Gary's cum from Tim's mouth or his asshole. When I do, they both kiss me hungrily and greedily.

When I get home late after an evening of fucking with Gary and Tim, I put a soft blanket on the floor in front of the full length mirror. I spread my legs open so that I can admire my own fuckhole. Sometimes as I lube up, dollop of cum will appear. 

I take my favorite dildo and lube it up, then I enjoy the sight and the feel of my asshole opening up and I slide all ten inches inside myself. If there is cum inside me, it smears the dark flesh of the fuck toy. I fuck myself until I am completely and utterly drained of all sexual energy.

Roland fucks me when I need him. We talk on the phone. I tell him how I need to feel him inside me, to feel the power of his love muscle.

He comes to me. I leave my door unlocked and I wait for him in my bed, the lights low, the mirrors well positioned.

He enters my room. I am in repose on the bed, naked and always hard. He undresses. Shoes, shirt, pants. He stands before me in his briefs, his cock erect and stretching the fabric. He is tall and very dark. His cock is almost huge with a bulbous purple head wrapped in foreskin.

He teases me, slowly slipping out of his briefs until he is naked and boldly, hungrily erect.

I lick my lips in anticipation. He mounts the bed and straddles me, his raging manhood close to me. I caress it with my fingertips as I gaze up at him. I tell him how I am going to suck him and lick him until he explodes in my mouth. I describe for him how I desire the power of his orgasm in my mouth, and how the thought of him thrusting inside me will fill me with pleasure.

I anoint him with some lube and then pull his foreskin fully back, exposing the full majesty of his cockhead.

I pump him slowly and lovingly with my fist, occasionally taking him in my mouth to caress him with lips and tongue. We take our time. In due time, I feel his muscles tensing, and we both focus on his cock as I work it more aggressively.

He begins to spurt! His first is always a thick, rope of gossamer nectar. I love to watch it erupt from his love tool, then I quickly take him in my mouth so that I can feel the hot, salty jism erupt in my mouth. I swallow some and some spills from the corners of my mouth and I smear it all over my face with his cock. He cries out with pleasure as he cums.

We pause, breathless, gazing at each other. He kisses me deeply, sharing the hot spunk that he has given me. Our mouth often remain locked together as he pulls my legs up around his shoulders. Our tongues interlocked, he pours lube into my hand and I slick up his manhood one more time. My hole is already well prepared. I grasp him and guide him to my fuck hole. He presses his love tool into me and pauses with the head just inside my sphincter. I place my hands on each side of his face and whisper "yes" and he plunges into me and my body quivers with pleasure and pain as my hole stretches to take his girth, but the pain is gone in a second. We are fucking. We are one flesh. 

He fucks me like a man. He pulls almost all the way out, pauses, and then drives back into me. Sometimes he thrusts hard, sometimes he thrusts with agonizing slowness.

I am ready to cum. I was ready to cum almost the moment he entered me, but I struggle to hold back. I want the pleasure to stay. I want the intensity of his massive member inside my love hole to go on all night. I want to cum when he cums. I want the satisfaction of using my body to bring him to orgasm not once, but twice. 

I feel the change in his tempo, the expression on his face that tells me he has reached the point where his body is once again eager spill the seed of his love. I gaze at his face. There is cum on his lips, sweat on his body. Our foreheads press together, our eyes now focused on my cock. We both want to see my love cream bursting forth. We both love to watch cocks as they unleash silvery drops and streamers of manly love nectar. I take my cock in my hand and caress it, trying to time my climax with his.

I cum. Thick droplets of cum erupt from the glistening head of my man-ness and anoint my belly. A heavy spurt makes it all the way to my chin and mouth. He drives hard into me and I feel the silky warmth of hot jizz filling my inner sanctum as his cock pulsates and my sphincter rhythmically clasps him in orgasmic contractions. We muffle our harsh cries by locking our mouths together, our tongues intertwined around the fresh bit of mancream that he licked from my chin as our mouths came together.

For several minutes we remain locked together. His thrusts slow and then stop. He remains buried balls deep inside me, enjoying the post-orgasmic contractions of my asshole on his thick shaft. Once our breathing has returned to normal, he rises and slowly slides out of me. A heavy dribble of cream follows, and runs down my back to the sheets.

We fall apart, and lay side by side for several minutes. Sometimes I can bring him to erection a third time by promising him the pleasures of my mouth and anus, telling him in lurid detail how it feels to have him explode in my mouth or my fuckhole or even my hand, and I impale myself upon him and ride him until I climax again, showering him with my fuck cream. I lick it from his body and we share it. Sometimes he cums a third time, sometimes not.

Afterwards we sleep. We join our flesh again in the morning. I raise my ass in the air and spread my cheeks and he fucks me from behind until I feel his hot seed burst forth inside me and my own spills on to the sheets beneath me and our passion is complete.

He leaves me. That night, alone, I masturbate. I imagine each of my lovers. I imagine their cocks, and how they feel inside me as I plunge my fuck toy into my hole. I close my eyes and I see the streams of glistening love honey as it erupts from their bodies. I close my eyes and I can almost feel it exploding in my mouth. I can almost taste it. I desire it. I lust for the pulsations of orgasm in my mouth, the pulsations of man-sex in my asshole, the joy of sharing hot mouthfuls of jism with one or two or three partners at once, of plunging my tongue into a freshly fucked love hole and finding fuck cream with the tip of my tongue. 

And then I climax. I squeeze the dildo with my ass muscles to intensify my orgasm, just as I would if it were a man inside me.

And then I sleep.



Encounters Ch. 01



She sat, legs crossed, tapping her foot in the air. She was full of nervous excitement. He was driving down and would be here tonight. She wore a slip of a black dress, barely there at all. More like a hint of a garment. She hadn't bothered with undergarments, as she knew they would be more of an impediment than anything else. Her hair was swept up off her neck with little tendrils escaping down her soft, white neck. She sat contemplating his body. She wondered if he would look as good in person. She wondered if his cock would feel as good inside her as she had imagined. With that thought, she felt a tingle of excitement in her crotch and a moisture start to spread between the lips of her pretty, shaven pussy. 

Finally, the door bell rang. Her heart lurched in her chest. She stood up and ran her hands over her curvaceous form, smoothing her dress against her rounded hips. She went to the door, took a deep breath and opened it. There he was. A sexy smile dancing on his lips. He was gorgeous!! Pictures simply did not do him justice at all! His clothing was baggy and only hinted at what awaited her. 

She smiled and said, "Please come in." Then, gestured for him to enter. Her breasts slightly swinging with the action. 

He casually strode into the room. His confidence showing in every step. She was eager, and unashamed. Smiling devilishly up at him, she took his hand and guided him down the hall to her bedroom. Once in the bedroom, her big gray eyes shone mischievously as she closed the door behind them. Her hands went immediately to his broad chest and she stepped seductively towards him. His arms went around her surprisingly small waist and he began to caress the small of her back. She inclined her face towards his and he kissed her deeply. She tasted of cinnamon. She kissed him eagerly and greedily, letting her tongue snake into his mouth. His tongue flicked against hers and shivers ran down her spine. 

His large hands slid under the back of her dress and easily slipped it off her shoulders, exposing her large breasts. He took them into is hands and caressed them gently, at first. Then, as he became increasingly more aroused, his touch became more firm. Her hands slid under his shirt and up his toned chest. She helped him out of his shirt. Her tongue flicked teasingly over his nipples. She took a step back, so he could see all of her as she unbuttoned her dress and allowed it to fall to the floor. She stepped towards him again and then dropped to her knees. She quickly helped him out of his trousers. She put one hand around his thick cock and slowly traced her tongue from the base to the tip of the underside. She then took him deep into her mouth and began to suck him in a steady rhythm. He moaned with intense pleasure. 

While she sucked him, her hand continued to work his cock up and down. She loved to do this! She loved the feel of his hard cock in her mouth and in her hand. He threw his head back and leaned in towards her. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, teasing him just a bit. Then, she stood up and guided him to the bed. She laid back on the bed and spread her creamy white thighs for him. He kneeled down and lowered his face to her damp pussy. She moaned in anticipation. His tongue flicked against her throbbing clit and he tasted her sweetness. He licked down from her clit to her moist opening and back up again. He expertly licked her clit over and over until she felt she was close to orgasm. Then, as her hip movements began to get faster, he slid a finger inside her and began to finger fuck her tight pussy. That was all she needed, and began to feel the orgasm swelling inside her. Her hips began to buck up and down wildly and her hands went into his hair and pushed his face further into her wet pussy. She let out a loud, "Ooooo, YES!" Then her body exploded into orgasm. She moaned over and over as wave after wave of ecstasy overtook her body. 

As her orgasm began to subside, she gently pushed his face away. He licked his lips and smiled up at her. Her thighs were still trembling as he flipped her over. She got up on her knees and playfully shook her ass at him. His hands ran over her round, white ass. His fingers then slid between her ass cheeks and down to her very wet pussy. He slid his finger inside her again, as if testing the water. Then he guided his throbbing cock inside her. She moaned as his big cock stretched her pussy wide open. He was so thick!! His cock felt so good slowly sliding into her. Once fully inside her tight pussy, he felt her muscles tighten around his hard cock. It caused a jolt of electricity to run through his body and he growled. He grasped her hips and began to pound his cock into her. 

"Oh yeah, that's it...fuck me! Fuck me like the nasty little bitch that I am!!" She commanded. 

He obeyed willingly and eagerly, slamming his cock into her with all the force he could muster. He slapped her ass hard and she moaned and begged for more. He slapped her again and again. She was loving it!! He pulled her hair loose and grabbed a handful of it, yanking her head back. 

"Take it, bitch! Take my cock!" He growled. 

He continued pounding her pussy with a vengeance. His thick cock driving into her over and over. Her body began to tremble and she moaned deeply. He knew she was close to cumming again. His strokes became even faster and harder, driving her over the edge. Her body began to shake uncontrollably. An intense orgasm over took her and her pussy clamped down on his cock, squeezing him tightly. He could take no more and began to cum inside her. His thick white cum shooting into her. Their orgasms began to subside and they dropped to the bed, his cock still inside her.



Encounters Ch. 01



It seems at times that the first encounter with someone who will change your life unalterably forever can occur without expectation. Mine occurred about six months after my divorce from my wife of 15 years was finalized and my life has never been the same.

A little background is in order at this point. I am 52 years of age, and met and married my wife when I was 37 and she was 33. Jane had been brought up in a very strict Baptist home and was still a virgin on our wedding night. Unheard of in this day and age? Actually, I have since learned that it is more prevalent than one might believe. Jane's parents lived out a rather poor existence and taught their only daughter that sex was unclean and only for the purposes of procreation. No enjoyment was expected nor allowed.

Myself, I was a shy, introverted man who had tried many times to screw up the courage to ask women (and girls as I was growing up) out on dates. Since I was not very handsome and was short my entire life, I was seldom able to go beyond one date and those always left me feeling more and more isolated and alone.

Then, at a company picnic, I first saw Jane. She was quite plain (almost mousy) in appearance and she appeared as shy as myself. We seemed drawn to one another as the others frolicked and basically got drunker by the moment. As the two outcasts, we started to shyly speak to each other until, after a couple of hours, we became well acquainted. For the first time, I felt comfortable in the company of another.

Cutting to the chase, we met at work – lunching together almost daily – until I asked her out to dinner and a movie. This required me to meet her parents who finally, after three months, allowed the first date. Eventually, we married and sort of fumbled through the wedding night. I was technically a virgin (having only masturbated either with magazines or my fantasies) and Jane was sorely injured when we first made love. This only reinforced what her mother had been telling her. Sex was evil!

Needless to say, our marriage bed was unhappy and within a year of moving into our small house, Jane moved into the spare bedroom. After 13 years, I began to suspect that she was going elsewhere for her sexual gratification since we simply stopped completely. Her moods however seemed better and this made life tolerable. Then one evening, when I had to work late on a deadline at work, I came home earlier than I expected and discovered my cold-hearted wife giving an enthusiastic blow job to one of my co-workers; to add insult to injury, he was at least 15 years younger than Jane and much better hung than I.

When they saw me at the door of our bedroom (well mine actually), they simply grinned and continued. I turned and walked out returning only to gather my clothes the next day while Jane was at work and then went to a lawyer. It was all over within a couple of months.

During the marriage, Jane refused to have a computer in the house – she termed it a tool of the devil. Since I worked on a computer constantly at work as the company accountant, I had become quite adept at its use. With some help from a fellow worker, I chose the latest computer and programs for my home and thus started my surfing the Internet. That same co-worker had told me that I should investigate online chat rooms and dating services in the hopes of meeting another woman. I found the idea repulsive at the outset but as I became more familiar with the process, I came to spend many an evening in the company of my home computer.

When I discovered a chat room restricted to those looking for a mature partner – the cost was fairly high to join but the site obviously hoped that it would discourage panderers and those who were only looking for a 'good time'. For the first few weeks, I spent most of my time reading others conversations until I chanced upon a rather pleasant sounding lady slightly younger than myself. Her name was Julie and she struck me as someone who was as shy as I was. She explained how to get into a private chat room that she maintained and we were soon chatting for hours every evening.

I became obsessed with this mystery woman and wanted to learn as much about her as possible. She too had divorced under unhappy circumstances and was as cautious as myself to begin anew. It was after two months or so of chatting daily that our questions became more and more intimate. It was as if some walls of fear were tumbling down around each of us and we were discovering our sexuality for the first time. This was a surprise to each of us at our middle years; since neither of us had experienced a full sex life in our marriages, this was uncharted territory. And it was truly erotic and exciting!

I started to write long letters – love letters, actually – and sending them to her e-mail address. She would respond in kind and this went on for several months. We learned that we lived within 500 miles of each other and this fact seemed to drives us to even greater heights of passion. 

One night, I received e-mail from Julie inviting me to become a member of a live chat room called MSN Messenger. When I signed up, we started to talk online live and the discussions became more and more explicit with us sharing masturbatory experiences while online! I had never imagined such things possible and I just had to meet this woman.

After one particularly erotic night of self-gratification and exchanging words of mutual satisfaction, I ventured forth with a profession of love for this woman I had never met. There was a very long pause before I finally saw the message "I think I love you too.."

There followed rapid fires exchanges of expressions of love and how deeply we cared and I then took it one step further and asked if we could meet. Her response had my heart leaping with joy. 

"Considering what we have just said, I think it would be almost required don't you agree?"

We set a date in a city midway between us and sign off.

To be continued



Encounters Ch. 01



Chapter 1: Webcam

He was having an ordinary night, sitting at home scanning the internet to see if he could find anything interesting. Out of the corner of his eye a title caught his interest. It was a site for dating. He thought, why not, might as well give it a go. He signs up and starts to go through the ads. After an hour he is about to give up as no-one has caught his interest until all of a sudden there it is. An ad for a girl with a pretty sexy pic attached. An email is sent, to his surprise she replies back. They decide to start chatting and find they have a lot in common. They have caught each other's interest. He would like to see her better so requests that they chat using webcam, she complies. She does warn him though that she's not fully dressed but he doesn't mind.

The webcam goes on; at the other end is a very attractive girl, only wearing a blue and white floral bra and camisole. The camisole hugs her body tightly showing the shape of her body and also pushes breasts up even higher and the contours of her firm mounds can be seen. He starts to wonder what else she's wearing and asks. The only other thing she's got on is a lacy g-string that is part of the outfit. He asks if he can see. She stands up and slowly turns around to show him. Shapely buttocks with just the thinnest of material between the cheeks are seen. As she turns to face the camera it is shown that she is clean-shaven underneath the lace of her g-string. He feels himself getting aroused and tells her. She is pleased. 

She asks for him to turn on his webcam. He lets her know he has nothing on at all. She is very pleased with what she sees. She asks to see all of him seeing as it was only fair. He slowly stands up; she can see his smooth chest and her eyes travel down past his belly button to find out just how aroused he is. She finds herself pleased and getting turned on by the sight of his hard, throbbing cock. She starts to touch herself, first by slowly stroking her neck with long nails, all the while he can see what is occurring. She asks him to tell her what he wants to see her do and she will comply. 

He starts out by telling her to slowly move the straps of her bra and cami off her shoulders.

She pulls the straps down one by one and ever so slowly to reveal the creamy flesh of her shoulders.

He tells her to pull it down even lower to her stomach, all the while fondling herself as she goes. Slowly her bra and cami lower for him to slowly reveal her firm full breasts and round perky nipples. As she does her hand starts to gently stroke and knead them. She gets the bud of her nipple between two fingers and softly rolls it to make it into a firm peak. A finger is lifted to her mouth and moistened with her tongue to knead the other nipple. She can see just how much this is arousing him and asks him to start stroking himself while watching her.

He starts to stroke himself, softly and gently at first using long even strokes. She licks her lips at the sight before her and wishes that she was there with him.

He tells her to take the bra and cami off and move the camera so he can see further down her body. She does as asked and moves so that he can get a better view. Eyes travel down from her breasts to the contours of her firm, sexy stomach. The camera moves so even more can be seen. He spies the top of her g-string and asks her to slowly take it off. Hands move down her body, all the while stroking. Fingers hook onto each side of the g-string and slowly lower it down over her thighs. Then she sits back down and legs slightly part for him. Slight glistening can be seen from her being excited. He starts to stroke himself more firmly and can see the effect it is having on her.

He tells her to spread her legs apart wider so he can see her moist lips even better. Legs are pulled further apart and fingers start to run across her stomach, slowly moving them down inch by inch. She takes one hand and holds herself open so that he can see just how wet he has made her. A finger is licked and starts to slowly rotate on the hood of her clit while the hand spreads her lips apart as far as they can go. His arousal is starting to heighten and he can feel his cock throb with the desire of wanting to feel him inside her.

Fingers start to travel lower; legs lift up and open wide to provide a better view. She starts to slide one finger in and out of her glistening pussy, starting off slowly then moving faster and faster, then another finger joins the first and then another. She is starting to get excited and he can tell that she is moaning to herself. Her head is thrown back and her face has a look of pure ecstasy on it.

He starts to stroke himself faster and faster, harder and harder. He watches as her body starts to twitch with pleasure. Fingers start to go faster and her other hand starts to rub her clit harder and harder. She is just dripping with wetness. Her body starts to twitch more violently. His engorged cock is near the point of exploding. He strokes himself even faster and faster until he's about to explode. Her fingers move in and out in rapid movements, breathing gets shallower and then her body tightens up and does a great big shudder. At the same moment he feels himself explode.

She gives him a sexy smile when she sees this and lets him know that the next time it happens, he won't be on his own. 



Encounters Ch. 01



Encounter on the Orient Express

The Orient Express sped across southern France toward the Alps. The year was 1951, and I was on my way from Paris to Istanbul. In those days, the only civilised way to make that journey was to travel by the Orient Express.

I hurried along the passageway towards the dining car. I had become completely immersed in my writing and had lost track of time, and now the final sitting for dinner was about to close.

I reached the dining car and sat down just in time, much to the annoyance of the headwaiter. Taking pity on the kitchen staff, I ordered a simple dinner, roast beef and vegetables.

While I waited for my food to be prepared, my mind went back to the novel that I was writing. My hero had got himself into what we English call a 'sticky situation', and I was trying to figure out an ingenious way for him to extricate himself. As I stared into space, I was momentarily distracted by movement at a nearby table. I glanced towards the table and was taken by the sight of a beautiful woman sitting there alone. She was obviously French, and she wore an expensive looking pale green evening dress. Then she looked in my direction and, not wishing to embarrass her, I quickly looked away.

My dinner was delivered and as I ate, I glanced occasionally at the woman in the green dress, but she did not see me look at her. By the time I finished eating we were the only two people left in the dining car. I was enjoying the last of my wine when suddenly she looked straight into my eyes. I raised my glass and said, "To a beautiful lady."

"Thank you," she said, smiling at me. Then after a few seconds she added, "Would you like to join me? I think that I need some help to finish this champagne."

"Delighted," I replied. I went over and sat down at her table, and she said, " I must confess that I recognised you. You are the famous English writer James Brown, are you not?"

"Well, I don't know about the 'famous' part, but I am James Brown, and I do write novels," I replied, trying to sound modest.

She smiled, and then said, "I am the Contessa Juliette di Lombardi."

"Lombardi?" I questioned. "But surely you are French?"

"Yes, I am French," she replied. "But my husband, Count Lombardi, he is Italian."

Count Lombardi. Yes, I had heard of him. He was very wealthy. And very...... old.

I wondered if there might be an opportunity to share more than champagne and conversation with the beautiful Juliette.

We finished the bottle of champagne, and continued to chat. Then suddenly there was a great roar as the train plunged into the Simplon Tunnel. The noise made conversation a little difficult. Juliette stood up, and said, "Thank you for your company, James. I think that I shall return to my compartment now."

"Would you allow me to escort you there?" I asked. 

She looked at me for a moment, and then smiled deeply at me. "Thank you," she said. "That would be very nice."

She took my arm as we walked back to her compartment, which was in the same carriage as mine. When we reached the door, she stopped. "Would you like to come in for a nightcap?" she asked. Of course I said yes.

She opened the door and we went into the compartment. As soon as we were inside, she threw herself into my arms and kissed me passionately. I held her close and returned her kiss. Her body felt wonderful pressed against mine. I reached for the zip in her dress and slid it all the way down. She moved away from me and slid her dress off. Then suddenly she knelt down in front of me, pulled my cock from my trousers, and wrapped her lips around it. The sensation of her lips and tongue on my cock was amazing! No woman had ever done that to me before then. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the experience.

Soon my cock was so hard that I thought it would burst. She stood up and removed the rest of her clothing, and then she lay down on the bed. She was so beautiful! I wanted to make love to her more than I had ever wanted to do it to any other woman. I quickly removed my clothes and moved over to the bed. I kissed her, and then moved my mouth to her lovely breasts. She sighed as I took one nipple between my lips. I turned my attention to her other breast, and then I kissed her tummy, moving slowly down, down until I came to her pussy.

She gasped as I touched my tongue to her pussy, and then put her hands behind my head and pulled me to her, so that my face was buried between her legs. Then suddenly she said, "Oh James, I want you now!" I moved onto the bed and rubbed my cock against her pussy. She thrust her hips up at me and my cock disappeared into her.

We made love, slow, delicious love, to the motion of the train, and when we were both exhausted we fell asleep together.

I awoke a couple of hours later with Juliette still asleep in my arms. I kissed her gently on the cheek. She smiled and sighed softly in her sleep.

I got out of bed and dressed. It would never do for the steward to find us together in the morning. I slipped out into the corridor and returned unseen to my own compartment.

The next morning I was awakened at seven thirty by the steward who brought my breakfast. After eating, I shaved, dressed, and stepped out into the corridor. I walked down to Juliette's room and knocked softly. There was no answer. I knocked again, a little louder that time. Just as I did that, the steward appeared. "That compartment is unoccupied, M'sieur," he said.

"What about the lady who was in there yesterday?" I asked.

"The Contessa left the train at the last stop, about two hours ago," he replied.

My beautiful Contessa was gone, and there was nothing that I could do about it. I returned to my writing, but it took me several days before I was able to achieve anything worthwhile, as I spent most of my time remembering my night with Juliette.



Encounters Ch. 02



He was arriving soon...We had been emailing and sending naughty pics to each other for 6 months. All of switch were driving me to distraction, as many a late night masturbation session could attest!!! Finally, I would get to feel him, taste him, smell him...I was getting a bit moist just thinking about! 

In anticipation of this long awaited event, I had gone out and bought myself some new sexy lingerie, black and lacy with little pink bows in interesting locations. In addition, I went out and bought myself a sexy new dress. I wanted to meet him in something he hadn't seen me wear in pictures. The dress I picked was extremely low cut and showed my ample cleavage. It was a mini dress so it sat rather high on my thighs. I ran my hands over my curves and checked my look in the mirror. As I did so, I couldn't help but imagine his hands there instead of mine. I slid on my sexiest black heels and headed to the airport.

I arrived at the airport just a bit early. I tried to keep my body from trembling as I waited for his plane to disembarque. Finally, I saw him. Our eyes met, and I began to walk towards him slowly. When I reached him, my hands instinctively slid around his neck and we were kissing before I really knew what was happening. His hands slid around my waist. He pulled me close to him and kissed me deeply. As the tip of his tongue touched mine, I felt electricity all throughout my body. This was the moment I had anticipated for so long. He was finally here! His body deliciously close to mine. His hand slid down and gently caressed my ass. I found myself arching my back in response to his touch. I wanted him so bad! His smell was intoxicating, musky and fresh, like sweat and soap. The taste of his mouth was exquisite, familiar, yet somehow unrecognizable. I didn't know how long I could wait to be with him, but I didn't want to seem too eager, so I suggested we get some dinner. He agreed, telling me they hadn't served dinner on the plane and he was famished. 

We went to a local diner. It was inexpensive and the food was good. I could barely concentrate on my dinner with him in such close proximity to me. We tried to behave in a nonchalant manner, making small talk inbetween bites. After we finished our dinners, he suggested we share a piece of cheesecake and I happily agreed. As we ate the delicious marble cheesecake, which was a specialty of the diner, I slipped off my shoe and allowed my foot to caress the inside of his calf. He looked up in surprised and smiled, as my foot touched him. He seemed to grow more bold and eager with my touch and he suggested that we hurry and finish. He was eager to find a hotel room, he explained with a wink.

It wasn't terribly difficult to find a moderately priced hotel. I waited in the car as he filled out the necessary papers and paid for the room. He bounded out the office door and jumped back into the car. He dangled the key in front of his face and said, "Got it!"

Once inside the room, he pushed me up against the closing door and his hands began to roam all over my body, lingering on my full breasts, teasing my nipples through the fabric of my dress. He kissed me and I found myself groping for his belt. He moaned as my hand slid over the very apparent bulge in his trousers. His hands moved up my thighs and my dress was quickly around my waist. His hand slipped between my thighs and one finger slid between the folds of my pussy, quickly finding my clit. I moaned with the exquisite pleasure of his callused finger against my sensitive clit. We kissed and fondled our way to the bed. Once there, I lost my balance and fell flat on my back on the bed. As my feet came up off the floor, they kicked his out from under him and he fell on top of me with a thud. Luckily, his slight weight wasn't enough to knock the wind completely out of me and we laughed together. His hand came up and stroked the side of my face and he looked deeply into my eyes. Then, his mouth came down over mine again. The intensity of his kiss sent shock waves through me. We fumbled to get our clothes off. Finally, I lay nude before him.

He said, "God, babes, you are so much better than I even imagined!" His voice had grown husky with desire. I began trembling again. I pushed him onto his back and straddled him. I took his beautiful cock into my hand and began to stroke him. He moaned in a low voice. I loved the feel of his thick hard shaft in my hand and worked it up and down with expertise. I did this over and over again, reveling in his pleasure! I took his cock into my mouth as deeply as I could manage. His size wouldn't allow me to take as much as I would have liked, but he didn't seem to mind at all. I sucked him and licked the precum from his cock. He tasted salty and sweet at the same time. The musky scent of his arousal was driving me wild and I furiously sucked and licked his cock until he told me that if I didn't stop he would come.

He said, " Get on your back and spread your legs for me." I did as I was commanded. He took his glasses off and laid them on the table next to the bed. He turned and gave me an evil grin. He knelt down on the floor next to the bed and hooked his hands around my hips, pulling me toward him. He buried his face in my dampness. I couldn't help but moan as I felt his tongue flick over my throbbing clit. His tongue making quick circles around my clit. Occasionally, he flattening his tongue against it, rubbing my clit with the rough part of his tongue. He traced his tongue over my clit again and again. Before long, my legs were shaking with the pleasure he was giving me. My hands went into his spiky blond hair. I pulled his hair as he slid two of his fingers inside me. He began finger fucking me with a vengeance and licking me at double speed. He then began to suck my clit. That was all I could stand and my hips began to buck up and down. I could feel the orgasm swelling inside me. It first exploded in my clit where his skillful tongue was stroking up and down. Then I felt it move into my vagina where his fingers were feverishly rubbing my G-spot. Wave after wave of ecstasy flooded my senses and I cried out his name over and over.

Finally, my orgasm began to subside and I gently pushed his face away. He smiled up at me and licked my juices from the sides of his mouth. 

He wiped his chin and said, "Turn over and show me that big, beautiful ass." Again, I was eager to do as he commanded me. 

He slid a condom over his throbbing member and climbed onto the bed behind me. I felt his hands slide over my ass and down between my cheeks. His finger found my wet hole and he slid it into me a couple of times. Then, I felt his thick shaft begin to slide into me. His cock felt so good. He was much bigger than I was accustomed to and it took him a moment to get fully inside me, despite my dripping wetness. He moaned as he felt how tight I was around him. Once fully inside me, he didn't move for a moment, savoring the feeling of my tight pussy. Then he began to move, slowly at first. His strokes got faster and faster until he was slamming his huge cock inside me over and over. He was fucking me as hard as he could. I loved the sound of his slapping against mine. 

"Oh, yeah...you like taking my big cock, don't you?" He said between moans. 

I was well beyond the capacity for rational thought and just nodded and said, "Uh-huh."

"MMMM...I like fucking my nasty little girl!" He said as he slammed his enormous cock into me with tremendous force. 

Over and over he slammed into me, driving me further and further out of my mind! After what seemed like hours, I felt another huge orgasm welling up inside me. I couldn't hold back, I screamed as I felt it explode in tremendous waves of pleasure all around his pumping cock. I threw my head back and bucked against him wildly. This was all he could take and he began to come as my pussy tightened around him, milking every bit of cum from him. 

After some time, we collapsed onto the bed and held each other. We kissed each other affectionately. 

I smiled and said, "Nice to finally meet you."

He laughed and replied, "No doubt! Now, let's do it again!"



Encounters Ch. 02



Chapter 2: First Meeting

After the experience they shared over the webcam a meeting is arranged. A public place is suggested for safety reasons so it is agreed that they meet at a park in a secluded area not far from the pond.

He arrives at the designated area excited about the meeting. She is already there waiting for him. He stands there and just looks at her; she is wearing a white low-cut top which he can see through. She isn't wearing a bra and he becomes hard. He looks down to see her wearing a short black skirt and out from the skirt are long lean legs. She is sitting there. Waiting. He decides to makes his presence known.

She turns and smiles a sexy smile and looks pleased with what she sees. He goes to her and sits down on the bench. He just wants to reach out and touch her but daren't in case she minds. As if she reads his thoughts a hand reaches out and grabs his and places it on her thigh. They look at each other and it's as if a silent understanding has been made between them.

No need for words....

She leans over and her breasts sway ever so slightly underneath the sheer material. One hand goes to the side of his face and pulls him closer. She starts to nibble on his bottom lip. Then the nibbles turn into a kiss, ever so soft and teasing at first then her kisses start to become more intense and passionate. He kisses her back with the same passion.

She grabs his hand and starts to move it slowly up her thigh while the other hand starts to undo his pants. The discovery as her hand moves his up her thigh that she isn't wearing any underwear causes his cock to start pushing against his pants straining to be freed. She finishes undoing his pants and frees his cock and takes it in one hand and starts to lightly stroke it with a finger, ever so softly and ever so teasingly.

She pulls her legs slightly apart to allow him easier access to her pussy. He moves his hand up and feels nothing but smooth skin and a slight trace of wetness. The kiss deepens and a hand is exploring his chest while the other continues to stroke his hard cock.

The kisses start to move. He feels soft lips nibbling an ear and then his neck. The straps on her top fall down revealing soft breasts.

A soft whisper, "my turn to take control" is uttered.

He is pushed back onto the seat.

Soft kisses start to travel down his neck. His top is lifted up and hands are exploring, everywhere. A wet tongue travels down his chest to his belly-button. Her breath is warm against his skin.

All he can see is the silky blonde of her hair as she kneels before him. A tongue darts out and tenderly starts to lick and suckle on his engorged cock.

An intake of breath.....

Her mouth starts to slowly envelop him while hands are cupping and rubbing his smooth balls. A tongue is licking up and down, the wetness and sensations created are mind-blowing to him.

All of a sudden his cock is fully enveloped in her mouth and her head starts to move up and down, up and down. All the while her tongue is flicking all around. He throws his head back as the sensations overtake him and he fails to see her look of pure enjoyment thrown his way.

The explosion is sudden, yet not a drop gets spilt. A sigh of pleasure is to be heard.

His turn for control now....

She is gently pushed down on the grass. Legs spread wide. A trail of wetness runs down her thigh. Fingers slowly work their way up the inside of her thigh, then stop. Eyes take in the wetness of her tight pussy. A tongue starts to probe around an engorged clit, a soft moan escapes.

A hand comes down to pull lips further apart to allow for easier access to her clit. Fingers join the tongue in exploration. Soft, tantalising strokes and the darting of tongue is felt and a heat spreads throughout her whole body.

The exploration of her hot, wet pussy continues....

Hips start to rise up from the ground and a hand becomes entwined in his dark brown hair. Legs become further spread apart. Soft moans can be heard. A finger slides into her wetness, and then is joined by another. In and out, in and out. At first slowly then the speed picks up. His tongue starts to delve deeper beneath the hood of her clit, searching and then finding. Licking and flicking faster and faster.

A cry of pure ecstasy escapes her lips....

Hips start to move with the rhythm of his tongue. Tightness surrounds his fingers and a back becomes arched. His fingers become enveloped in wetness and they quickly become replaced by a tongue. Every last drop is lapped up.

The hardness of his cock can be felt against her leg.

A soft whisper "Fuck me now" is uttered....

Two bodies slide together to merge as one....

He slowly enters her warm, tight pussy. Legs widen further to allow his engorged cock to delve even deeper. All of a sudden legs become entwined, and he finds himself on his back. Breasts are brushed against bare skin and a deep passionate kiss begins.

Abruptly the kiss stops....

Her body arches back and hips start to move. Breasts sway with each movement. Hands reach down to stroke her swollen clit. His go to her hips. Powerful arms help to lift hips up and down higher each time. The view of the finger on her clit and a cock impaling her pussy each time hips come down almost sends him over the edge.

A position change occurs....

Hands go to her hips as he watches his cock penetrate her from behind. A hand comes from below to fondle his swollen balls. He starts to thrust into her, slowly at first, gaining speed each time. The hand travels from his balls to her clit.

A small moan and then "Fuck me harder" is all that can be heard....

As speed increases, her hips are brought back each time to meet with his thrusts, harder and harder, whilst the finger on her clit moves more rapidly. Muscles contract to grip his cock even tighter and juices start to run down her thigh.

Urgency overcomes them both....

He pulls out and quickly lies on her on the ground, at the same time plunging deep inside her while kissing her. Her pussy starts to tighten around him as he plunges once more deeply inside her. Hands go to his buttocks. Fingernails dig into skin. The intensity between his throbbing cock and her pulsating muscles heightens.

They explode together as one....

Sated, they lay there, in each others arms, still joined, juices co-mingling. Softly kissing and stroking the other's face. Reluctantly they come apart.

Leaving, they fail to hear the gentle crunching of leaves. 



Encounters Ch. 02



Encounter in Paris

A few months after my trip to Istanbul on the Orient Express I received an unusual letter. It had been mailed to my publisher, who had forwarded it on to me. When I opened it, I found that it had been written by one Mademoiselle Madeline Du Bois. Now, I had never met Ms. Du Bois, and yet she wrote as though we were old friends. In fact, as I read on, she hinted that we had been more than friends. She wrote that she would be visiting Paris in a few days, and she was hopeful that I could meet her there.

I was fascinated! Who could this woman be? I assumed that she must have read some of my books, and fantasised that we had met. But then I came to a paragraph that said, "I'm certain that you will remember my sister, Contessa Juliette di Lombardi. Juliette will be staying with me in Paris. She would like to meet you again and discuss your latest book."

Juliette! My beautiful Contessa, whom I had met and made love to on the Orient Express! I had of course thought about her often, but I had assumed that I would never see her again. But here was an opportunity to meet with her once more.

Immediately I realised what had happened. Juliette had not been able to write to me herself, of course, so she had convinced her sister Madeline to write to me and arrange a rendezvous. They did not know my London address, and so they had written to my publisher, and asked him to forward the letter to me. And the letter had been worded very carefully. In the event that it was opened by someone else, they would have assumed that it was Madeline and I who were romantically linked. As Madeline was not married, that was perfectly acceptable.

Of course I sent a telegram to Madeline at the return address shown on the letter saying that I would be delighted to meet her and her sister in Paris on the suggested date.

It was late afternoon as the 'Fleche d'Or' drew into the Gare du Nord in Paris. As I looked anxiously out of my compartment window, I spotted Juliette on the platform, with an attractive younger woman whom I assumed to be her sister Madeline. As soon as the train stopped, I stepped out onto the platform and hurried over to them. "Madeline!" I called out. The girls saw me, and Madeline ran over to me and threw her arms around my neck. "James, darling!" she exclaimed. "It's so good to see you again!"

Madeline unwrapped herself from me. "You remember my sister, Juliette?" she asked. "Of course," I said, taking Juliette's hand and kissing it. "I'm very pleased to see you again." 

Juliette blushed and smiled her lovely smile. "I loved your latest book," she said. "I hope that we will have a chance to discuss it while we are here."

"I'm sure that we will," I said.

I collected my luggage and we set out for the hotel. In the taxi the girls explained what had happened. Juliette wanted to see me again, but of course she could not write to me directly. So she and Madeline had planned l'deception. Madeline would pretend to be with me, and when we were in public she would flirt with me just enough to suggest that we were having an affair.

Madeline and Juliette had already moved into a suite at the Hotel de la Concorde. We reached the hotel, and Madeline clung to my arm as we collected the room key. As this was Paris, the hotel staff would not be outraged at the idea of an unmarried woman sharing a bedroom with her lover. Of course, it would be Juliette with whom I shared a bedroom, and we had to make certain that nobody found that out. We left instructions that we were not to be disturbed, and that the rooms were not to be serviced until after we had left each morning.

The suite had two bedrooms and a sitting room. As soon as the porter had left the suite, Juliette threw her arms around me and kissed me passionately. "Oh, James, I've missed you so much!" she said. "And I've missed you," I said. "What a clever idea, arranging this little deception so that we can be together again."

Madeline coughed discreetly to remind us that she was there. "Let's go to dinner," she suggested. So we dressed for dinner. Both of the girls looked stunning in their evening gowns. As I walked into the dining room with a beautiful woman on each arm, every male eye in the room, and most of the female ones as well, were staring at us, or should I say they were staring at Juliette and Madeline. 

As we dined we discussed my book, and Madeline flirted with me as arranged. When we had finished eating we returned to our suite. Then Madeline said goodnight, kissed us both on the cheek, and retired to her room. I was alone with Juliette!

She grabbed me and pulled me into our bedroom. We fell onto the bed as she wrapped herself around me and we kissed passionately. How sweet her lips were! She was wearing the same perfume that she had worn when we met on the Orient Express, and memories of our time together came flooding back to me. I wanted to make love to her more than I have ever wanted anything else in my life. But this time we had all night, all week in fact, and so there was no reason to hurry.

She stood up and unbuttoned her dress, allowing it to slide slowly to the floor, leaving just her panties and stockings. Her breasts were even more beautiful than I remembered them. Then she started to remove my clothes. When my cock sprang into view it was as hard as a rock. Juliette fell onto my cock with her mouth, working it expertly with her tongue. "Oh Juliette, I'm cumming!" I soon gasped, and as I came she thrust my cock down her throat and swallowed all of my cum.

I wanted to explore all of her body, to give to her the same exquisite pleasure that she had given to me. So I pushed her gently onto the bed and slid her panties down. Her bush was neatly trimmed and I buried my face between her legs. I kissed her pussy and then parted her pussy lips with my tongue. I found her clit and took it with my lips, and she gasped "Oh yes, James. That's lovely! Please don't stop." My tongue and my lips teased her clit until she cried out, "Oh James, I'm cumminggggg!" and her body shook with a huge orgasm. We made love for several hours, until we both fell asleep exhausted.

Next morning there was a gentle knock at our bedroom door. "Wake up, sleepyheads," said Madeline. "I'm hungry. Let's go and have breakfast."

We dressed and went down to the dining room. The girls, of course, had the traditional French breakfast of croissants and coffee. Myself, I liked to have the full English breakfast - bacon and eggs, with lashings of toast and tea, even if the French had never learned to make a decent cup of tea. As we ate, things were exactly the same as they had been at dinner, with Madeline flirting with me, and Juliette and I making polite conversation.

Madeline had arranged a full day of adventures for us. I had been to Paris a few times, and I thought that I knew the city pretty well, but it's amazing what a difference it can make when you have a guide who is a resident of the city. We went to places that I had never even heard about. 

That evening we were all pretty tired, but I regained all of my energy when Juliette appeared in yet another magnificent evening gown to go to dinner. As we ate, I hoped that she would not be too tired for some bedroom activities later. I need not have worried! No matter what we did during the days, Juliette was always an ardent and passionate lover at night.

The three of us passed an enjoyable week together in Paris. Madeline had managed to get us invitations to a couple of parties. At the parties I was able to dance with Juliette, but of course I had to dance with Madeline as well. Not that I'm complaining, mind you - she was an excellent dancer.

In fact, when I thought about it, Madeline was a lot of fun. She was a few years younger than Juliette, and she was single and lived in Paris, and so she was used to leading a fast-paced life. She didn't seem to mind pretending to by my lover when we were in public. I did feel sorry for her at night, though, when Juliette and I were making love, and Madeline had to spend the evening alone in her room with a book.

I was surprised that Madeline did not have a boyfriend, and so I asked Juliette about her. "Madeline was in a relationship with a man which lasted a couple of years, but he broke up with her a few months ago," she said. "She doesn't talk about it much, but I'm sure that she's still hurting over it." Well, that explained why she was so willing to hang out with us.

All too soon my time in Paris came to an end. I had commitments in London that I could not avoid, and so I had to return home. But I knew that Juliette would soon have to return to Italy, to her home and her husband.

The girls came with me to the station. Mindful of the charade that we were playing, I kissed Juliette on the cheek as we said goodbye. The suddenly Madeline flung her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. "Goodbye, my darling James," she said. "It was wonderful to see you again."

I was a little startled at the intensity of her kiss, but I would be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy it. The things that we do to keep up appearances, I thought to myself.

During the journey home I thought a lot about Juliette. It had been a wonderful week, but each day I had to remind myself that she was married and I must not fall in love with her. Of course I expected that I would never see her again. But then again, that's what I thought after we had met on the Orient Express.



Encounters Ch. 03



Encounter in London

After spending a week with my beautiful Juliette, it was difficult not to think about her constantly. But I knew that I had to be realistic, and so I recovered the way that I always did in these situations - I threw myself into my work.

While I had been sightseeing in Paris with Juliette and Madeline, I had had an idea for a story that could develop into my next novel. It involved three people looking for an ancient treasure that was reputed to be hidden somewhere in the city. I had developed characters based on Juliette and Madeline, suitably disguised of course! In the back of my mind I knew that I would have to return to Paris to do some more research for the story. I wondered if it would be possible to arrange another liaison with Juliette when I did this.

About three weeks after returning to London I received a letter from Madeline. Actually, it was a letter from Juliette that Madeline had forwarded to me. She said how much she had enjoyed our time together, but that it would be impossible for her to visit Paris again for some time. No doubt she knew what I was thinking. She asked me not to write back to her as there was always a possibility that someone would find my letter. So I wrote to Madeline and asked her to subtly thank Juliette for her letter next time that she wrote to her.

I continued to work on my novel. Then a few weeks later another letter arrived from Madeline. Only this time, the letter had been written by Madeline herself. She told me that she had been invited to a debutante ball to be held in London for one of her old friends. Some of her other friends would be there, people who had seen us together in Paris, and she asked if I would escort her to the ball. That way, she said, we could continue l'deception. 

I thought briefly about her proposal and decided, why not? I hadn't dated any other women since returning from France. It would be good to get out and do something social for a change. And it might be useful to keep up l'deception. Besides, Madeline was fun to be with. It wasn't as though I would be cheating on Juliette by going to a party with Madeline, especially since in all probability I would never see Juliette again.

I was waiting on Platform 8 at Victoria Station when the 'Golden Arrow' arrived. As soon as Madeline saw me, she ran and threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. Looks like we are starting the charade a little early, I thought. But I enjoyed the kiss.
 Then I drove Madeline to her hotel, and she invited me to have dinner there with her that evening.

Madeline was waiting in the dining room when I arrived. As this was an English hotel she greeted me with a kiss on the cheek. As we dined I asked a lot of questions about Juliette. She answered my questions, but then she steered the conversation to ask about me. I told her about my idea for a book set in Paris, and she was thrilled at the idea that she would be a character in the story. "But you must come and visit me when you return to Paris to do your research," she said. I agreed that I would.

After dinner I escorted Madeline to the door of her room. Again mindful of where we were, she kissed me demurely on the cheek as we said goodnight.

The next evening was the night of the ball. When I arrived at her hotel she was waiting for me in the foyer. She looked absolutely stunning! As we rode together in the cab to the ball I was acutely aware that I was sitting close to a beautiful and very desirable woman.

When we walked into the ballroom Madeline created quite a sensation. She was immediately surrounded by admiring men. I stepped away and allowed her to enjoy all of the attention. I did manage to have a couple of dances with her, though, which I enjoyed very much. While we danced she held me very close. L'deception continues, I thought.

The ball did not end until the early hours of the morning. Then on our way back to the hotel, I said, "Since you showed us around Paris, why not let me return the favour and show you London tomorrow."

"That would be lovely, James," she said, flashing me a radiant smile.

We had a great day together as I showed her the sights of London. It was late in the afternoon as we strolled through Hyde Park. There were many couples there, walking hand in hand. Suddenly Madeline turned to me, threw her arms around my neck, and kissed me passionately. I returned her kiss as I pulled her close to me. "Take me somewhere, James," she whispered, "and make love to me."

My flat was just a five minute cab ride from Hyde park. As soon as we were inside, Madeline flung her arms around me and kissed me again. She pressed her lovely body firmly against mine. I ran my hands down her back, slipping them under her top to feel the delight of her bare skin. Then I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. She slid out of my arms and started to tear off my clothes. I did the same to her, and when she was naked I drank in the sight of her beautiful body. 

I pulled her onto the bed, and she wriggled so that she was underneath me. She took hold of my cock and stroked it until it was rock hard, and then she guided it towards her pussy. "I want you in me right now," she whispered. So I slammed my cock into her pussy. Her pussy was so tight, and I loved the feel of it as she squeezed my cock. It took only a few moments until she gasped, "I'm going to cum!" and as she did I shot my cum deep into her pussy.

I don't know how many times we made love that night, but I do know that when we finally fell asleep I slept very well.

The next morning when I awoke, Madeline lay asleep in my arms. I kissed her forehead and she stirred and smiled at me. Then she slipped down under the covers and took my cock in her mouth. It took only a few moments of expert action by her mouth until I was hard. Then she moved up so that she straddled me, sliding down so that my cock slipped into her pussy. She stroked my cock with her pussy until we both came. 

We lay together for a while, not talking, just enjoying the closeness. Finally we knew that we had to get up, as Madeline had to leave for Paris that morning. We got out of bed, showered, dressed, and I made breakfast for us. Then I drove Madeline back to her hotel. I waited in the lobby while she packed her bags and checked out. While I was waiting I had pangs of guilt. I had made love to Juliette's sister! How could I have allowed myself to do this? But then I thought, no matter how I feel about Juliette, we can never be together permanently. And Madeline was a beautiful woman and a very passionate lover.

At the station, as we kissed goodbye, this time there was no thought of any charade. "You will come and visit me soon?" she asked. "I promise," I said.

As I drove back to my flat I did not think at all about my book.



Encounters Ch. 04



Encounter in Genoa

The next few days were agony for me. My novel lay neglected as I wrestled with my emotions and my conscience. I was in love with two beautiful women, and they were sisters! What on earth was I going to do?

I knew that it was inevitable that Juliette would find out that Madeline and I had made love. How would she react? While I knew that it was unlikely that I would ever see her again, I didn't want her to be hurt, or to think that I had betrayed her. Or worse still, I didn't want to cause a rift between her and Madeline.

A few days later, the thing that I had been dreading most, happened - a letter arrived from Madeline. When I opened it, my worst fears were realised - it was from Juliette.

Taking my courage in both hands I started to read the letter. What I read was a great surprise, to say the least! Juliette wrote that Madeline had told her what had happened, and she was happy for both of us. She said that she knew that she and I could not be together. She said that loved her little sister very much, and she couldn't think of a better man for her to be with than me. She wished us much happiness together.

I was greatly relieved to learn how Juliette felt about all of this. But I still had concerns. If Madeline and I were to marry, this would mean that Juliette and I would have to see each other from time to time. How would we handle this situation? And what would happen the first time that we were alone together?

Then I noticed that there was another letter in the envelope. I opened it, and it was from Madeline. She had invited me to visit her in Paris. I thought about this for a while, and decided that I needed time to sort things out in my mind. So I wrote back saying that my commitments wouldn't allow me to visit her right now, but that I would do so soon.

I forced myself to return to my writing and tried not to think about Juliette and Madeline. Then a couple of weeks later, another letter arrived from Madeline. She wrote that she was going to visit Juliette, and invited me to accompany her.

Of course my thoughts immediately were of Juliette. I knew that the situation between the three of us was complicated, but I simply could not pass up an opportunity to see Juliette again. So I sent a telegram to Madeline saying that I would go.

I travelled to Paris and spent the night with Madeline. We made love, of course, but somehow things were not the same as they had been in London. I was distracted by the thoughts in the back of my mind that I would be seeing Juliette again in a couple of days. 

Madeline and I travelled to Genoa on the Orient Express. When we made love to the motion of the train, all I could think about was the last time that I had made that trip, and in my mind I was making love to Juliette. I knew then that I was in trouble!

When we reached the Lombardi villa, Juliette greeted me with a proper kiss on the cheek. I was introduced to her husband, Stefano, and I took an instant dislike to him. He didn't seem to like me much either, but he spoke little English, and I spoke no Italian, so we didn't attempt to communicate very much with each other. 

Late that afternoon Juliette asked Madeline and myself if we would like to go for a walk before dinner and inspect the vineyards. As we left the house we saw the vineyard workers leaving to go home. We walked through the vineyards until we were out of sight of the villa. Then Madeline stopped and turned to me. 

"James," she said, "You are a wonderful man, and I could easily fall in love with you, but I know that I could never make you forget about Juliette." She smiled at us both. Then she continued, "Now I'm just going for a little walk by myself." And she walked off amongst the vines out of sight. 

Juliette threw herself into my arms. There were tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry," she whimpered, "I really thought that I could be happy for you and Madeline. But I love you so much that it's hard to forget about you."

We kissed. It was a long, tender kiss. A kiss like no other that I had ever had. A kiss that I will always remember.

We held each other for what seemed like an eternity, until a polite cough announced that Madeline had returned. Then the three of us walked in silence back to the villa.

Conversation at dinner was fairly subdued, with each of us trying to make an effort to be pleasant. After dinner, Stefano announced that he was going to bed. Apparently he retired early every night. Of course he and Juliette had separate bedrooms. Madeline said that she was tired from our journey, and asked if I would mind if we went to bed also. Juliette said that she would turn in early as well.

As I lay in bed waiting for Madeline to join me, I wasn't sure what to expect. Would she be angry? Would she want me to make love to her? All I could do was wait and see what she did. When she came out of the bathroom wearing her nightdress, she said that she had to go and talk to Juliette for a few minutes, and she left the room.

I lay on the bed, closed my eyes, and tried to make some sense of the jumble of thoughts in my mind. Then I heard the bedroom door open and close again. As I lay there with my eyes closed, I felt a kiss to my cheek. At the same instant I smelled perfume, the same perfume that Juliette had worn, that night on the Orient Express.

I opened my eyes and looked at Juliette's smiling face. I reached up and grabbed her, pulling her down until her lips met mine. We kissed with the same intensity as we had done in the vineyard. And at that moment all of the confusion disappeared from my mind, and I knew exactly what choice I had made.

"Madeline and I have changed places," Juliette whispered. "She is wearing one of my wigs and sleeping in my bed. Don't worry, we'll change back before morning."

Juliette and I made love with a passion that I had never before experienced. Finally we collapsed from exhaustion and slept in each other's arms. Then as the first light of dawn was peeking in the windows, we were awakened by Madeline. "Time to go back to your own bed, my dear sister," said Madeline.

Juliette went back to her room and Madeline snuggled into bed with me. Suddenly I felt a pang of sadness for Madeline, a feeling that I had betrayed her. She sensed what I was thinking. "Don't worry about me, James," she said. "I know that we all made the right decision." And I knew that she was right.



Encounters Ch. 05



The next morning at breakfast, Juliette announced that she was going to take Madeline and myself to Florence for a few days. Apparently her husband was not too enthusiastic about this idea, as they had a heated exchange in Italian. It seemed that Juliette won the argument, as Stefano threw up his hands into the air and stormed out of the room.

We took the noon train to Florence, and it was late afternoon before we arrived at the hotel. There had not been time to make reservations, but Juliette was well known by the hotel manager, and we had no trouble in securing a suite. It was similar to the suite that we had occupied in Paris, that is it had two bedrooms and a sitting room. It would be necessary to use l'deception again when we were in public. I wondered how Madeline would feel about that. And I wondered how she would feel about reading alone in her room while Juliette and I made love in the next room.

We dined at the hotel, and then after dinner we returned to our suite. Madeline kissed us both on the cheek, said, "Bonsoir, mes enfants," and disappeared into her room with a book. It seemed as though we didn't have a problem.

Juliette and I enjoyed another wonderful night together. Then the next day the three of us went and explored the city. Juliette knew her way around Florence in the same way that Madeline did with Paris. We had an interesting day, exploring several of the art galleries and museums. 

That evening, when we had returned to our suite after dinner, Madeline once again said goodnight. But this time, Juliette grabbed her hand and pulled her into our room. "I love you so much, Madeline," she said. "I don't see why we can't both share James. If you want to, that is."

Madeline reached out and kissed Juliette. It was not a sisterly kiss, but a lover's kiss. I watched in fascination, as I had never seen two women kiss before. 

The girls finished their kiss and turned to me. Then they both attacked me, tearing off my clothes. I retaliated of course, grabbing and squeezing their soft tender bodies, which caused much squealing and giggling from them. Then suddenly we were all naked. Madeline pushed me back onto the bed. She sat on me and slipped my cock into her pussy. Then Juliette sat on my face and pressed her moist pussy to my lips. We were all so turned that we came in just a few minutes. 

We lay together on the bed until we had recovered. Then both of the girls started to play with my cock. When it was nice and hard, Juliette knelt on the bed and wriggled her ass at me. I moved up behind her and slipped my cock into her soaking wet pussy. Then Madeline moved in front of Juliette, so that Juliette could eat her pussy at the same time. This time things were a little slower, and I enjoyed the feel of Juliette's pussy for quite a while until I finally filled her with my cum.

We tried many other positions that night, until we all collapsed with exhaustion.

It was noon the next day when we finally struggled out of bed. We decided to stay in the hotel that day. But by the evening we had all fully recovered, and so we arranged a repeat performance of the previous night's interlude.

The next day we woke at a fairly respectable hour, and so we decided that we should continue our sightseeing, as this was our last day in Florence. The girls spent a lot of time shopping. I didn't mind, as I enjoyed watching them try on clothes. And I especially enjoyed it when they asked me to come into the dressing room to 'help' them with something! Then that evening we once again enjoyed each other's company in bed, knowing that that would be the last time that it happened.

The next day we took the train back to Genoa. Madeline and I had decided that we would not return to the Lombardi estate with Juliette, but continue straight on to Paris. And so we said our goodbyes to Juliette, and boarded the Orient Express for the return trip to Paris.

When I returned to London, I was strongly reminded by my publisher that there are such things as deadlines, and that I was a long way behind mine. So I set to work in earnest at my writing. My adventures with Juliette and Madeline had given me lots of good ideas. Now all I had to do was to shape them into a story and voila! I would have another best seller.

I was content in my relationship with both Juliette and Madeline. I knew that it was unlikely that I could ever see Juliette again, and Madeline and I had established that we didn't have a permanent future together. I had many happy memories to review in the back of my mind as I worked on my book.

A few months later, the book was progressing nicely, and my publisher was again on good terms with me. Then one day I received a telegram from Madeline. This was the first communication that I had received from her since our trip to Genoa. But when I read it I froze. Juliette's husband Stefano had died suddenly, from a heart attack. Madeline was going to Genoa to be with Juliette. Would I go with her?

I telegrammed Madeline that of course I would accompany her to Genoa. I took the first available boat train to Paris, and then once again I found myself on the Orient Express as we travelled to Italy.

We were met at the station by one of Juliette's employees, who drove us to the estate. As soon as Juliette saw us, she threw herself into Madeline's arms and sobbed. Madeline held her tight and comforted her.

We had not arrived in time for the funeral, but the villa was crowded with various relatives of Juliette's deceased husband, none of whom spoke much English. Juliette was pretty much of a mess that first day, but the next day Stefano's relatives started to leave, and after a couple of days there was only the three of us left. 

Juliette had pretty much regained her composure by then. That evening the two of us went for a walk in the vineyard. As we watched the sunset, she turned to me and said, "James, do you think that you would still have time to write if you were helping me to run a vineyard?"

I took her in my arms and said, "I'm sure that we could work something out."



Encounters in a Dark Lane



A continuation of The Arrival.

*

After the previous nights excitement Rachel was feeling a little tired. Her Master on the other hand seemed to have a grin on his face as he watched her get out of bed and walk over to pick up her dressing gown. He admired his handiwork from last night upon her buttocks, red, bruised and welted. He would be adding to them later she was sure.

She went downstairs to cook some breakfast for both of them, she was sure the day would be a long one, again. Preparing bacon and eggs with a glass of fresh orange juice she presented him with breakfast in her bed and waited for him to give her permission to eat her own. She had a feeling she'd have a lot to do today.

After finishing their breakfast, he beckoned her over to him, she crawled back into the bed next to him and he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her towards him, kissing her passionately. Stroking her neck as he continues to kiss her, probing her mouth with his tongue, she relaxes against him, overtaken briefly by the passion in the kiss.

Suddenly he pinches her bottom, bringing her back to reality, ordering her to go get herself washed and dressed. He instructed her to have a bath to make sure she was once again clean and fresh for him, knowing full well the heat would make her welted buttocks sting. Making herself clean and smelling nice once again she continued to get herself ready for the day ahead, making sure her teeth were clean, her hair brushed and neat.

She returned to the bedroom to find he had been through her clothes whilst she was in the bath, still towelling herself off she saw on the bed an arrangement of clothing.

He'd selected a pair of stockings for her to wear, no surprise there, she knew he adored them and she had no problems wearing them as she also adored them, he knew this too. He'd also put her suspender belt on the bed with them, again no surprise.

Alongside the stockings and suspenders was a knee length burgundy coloured skirt, made from a medium thickness material. It was one of her favourite skirts, how did he know? Did he know that?

He'd also put her black lacy bra on the bed, as well as a black wench style top. Her breasts would be on show in that she was sure, it made her smile.

One thing she noticed was no underwear other than the stockings, suspenders as bra. Once again he was telling her not to wear knickers. She felt slightly embarrassed at that, but she was slowly getting used to the idea. If he wanted her to wear panties he would present her with a pair she figured.

He also she noticed had found her jewellery box and arranged some jewellery on the bed for her to wear. A couple of her favourite rings, both of a celtic style and a pendant in the form of a celtic pentagram and a pair of celtic earrings. She loved celtic designs.

He instructed her to get dressed and to wear makeup in colours he liked, cherry, red, burgundy and so on. Choosing suitable lipstick and eye shadow she got herself ready. Looking at herself in the mirror, she brushed her hair again, happy with how she looked, she went back into the bedroom to seek his approval.

He stood up, himself still naked, as he walked around her inspecting how she looked, he ran a finger along her breasts, making her shiver slightly. He ran his hand through her hair gently and then knelt down and ran a finger up her stocking clad leg, all the way up to the inside of her thigh stopping short of her pussy, which was once again starting to tingle.

Satisfied he kissed her again, stroking her neck as he did so, leaving a trace of her lipstick on his lips. Smiling he patted her bottom slightly and told her to go get her coat on and her boots, which he loved seeing her in.

Whilst she did this, she could hear him getting himself ready, shaving and grooming himself. She then heard him collecting his clothing and getting dressed , once again in a nice sharp suit, that enhanced his features.

She heard him descend the stairs and then he told her to fetch his coat and shoes. Complying she presented him with his coat, helping him into it, and putting his shoes on for him. Finally he asked for his cane, which she presented to him.

Satisfied he directed her to lead the way to her car. They were going into town to do some shopping, she was sure he had ideas for what to get her to wear for him at a later time.

As she got into the car, he changed his mind about their destination, instead deciding they were going to a bigger city, where there'd be more choice of shops for them to peruse and also a selection of shops where he might be able to consider PVC or latex attire for her, or even sex toys. He had said he wanted to get her a butt plug sometime. 

Destination confirmed she programmed her sat-nav device, and they set off. As she was driving he looked through her selection of CDs and not finding one that took his fancy, got his iPod out and plugged it into the stereo, selecting some music. 

After a short time they arrived at their destination, and after a brief time managed to find somewhere suitable to park for the day. The car park was a multi storey and fairly poorly lit. It was also pretty deserted it seemed. 

He took full advantage of this and ran his hand up her legs and under her skirt, tracing the lines of her stockings, and the suspenders towards her pussy. Tingling with anticipation she moaned softly as his warm fingers touched her moist pussy, stroking her clitoris so softly it was almost imperceptible. Letting out a soft moan of pleasure, he placed his other hand in her top and found her nipple, erect and waiting for his touch. He rubbed gently at first, then pinched, progressively harder. He leaned towards her and ran his tongue around her lips, making her moan softly as he continued to squeeze her nipple and tickle her clitoris. He then kissed her deeply and passionately, again probing her mouth with his tongue. As abruptly as he had started he finished, leaving her panting for breath. She was glad he'd stopped, but frustrated too. On the one hand she was glad as it would be embarrassing if he'd made her cum again, the stain on her skirt would be visible to all. Frustrated as she felt so horny.

Locking the car and leaving the car park, they headed to get a drink as it was getting towards late morning now. Finding a suitable place, they settled down to a cup of tea and sat and chatted, all the while her feeling his eyes on her, knowing he knew she had no knickers on and that she was wearing stockings because he'd told her to. She found it turned her on thinking about it, and smiled at him sweetly.

Finishing their drinks they headed to the first shop of the day, a big department store. He took her up to the lingerie section. He looked at her for a few moments before deciding on a couple of pairs of sexy lacy panties, and a pair of pink/dot panties that matched one of her bras. He then led her to the Women's Clothing section and selected a couple of blouses out for her, one tight fitting across her breasts, the other looser, both made from a soft cotton.

Satisfied with the items they left after purchasing them and headed next to a store of a much different kind. This one sold various items of PVC and latex fetish wear. She adored latex and he liked PVC a lot. 

He picked out a latex dress and told her to try it on. With his aid she managed to get into it, it was tight across her bum and her breasts, he told her to turn around so he could see from behind what it looked like. He ran his hands along her bum, his touch through the latex on her buttocks made her jump slightly as the feel of the latex against her skin seemed to heighten the feeling of his touch on her bruised bottom.

He motioned for her to change back out of the dress as he presented her with a short black and red PVC dress to try. Slipping into the PVC dress, she felt it only just covering her bottom by a matter of centimetres. Feeling embarrassed and exposed knowing she had both a welted bruised bottom and no panties on she took a breath and pulled the curtain back so he could admire her in the tight PVC dress. It left nothing to the imagination with her cleavage, with a deep cut to the neck line. He told her to turn around slowly so he could see the full effect if the shortness of it. 

Smiling he told her to get changed back into her normal clothes. As she did so she could hear him talking with the shop assistant, she couldn't make out the words though. Feeling a sudden wave of paranoia she felt sure he was telling her she had no panties on and tried her best to control the blush that settled over her face. Taking a breath she exited the changing room and went to stand next to him, waiting. He'd decided both dresses suited her well and so they bought both. She knew he'd like seeing her in either, especially the PVC one.

After this they decided it was time for some lunch. Finding a suitably quiet place, he motioned for her to sit down next to her. Whilst she was sipping her drink and eating her food, she felt his hand slip under her skirt again running up the length of her stockings. She felt herself tingle again at the sensation. He removed her hand just at the point where she felt like begging for him to touch her moist pussy. Instead he stroked the outside of her skirt, feeling the stockings and suspenders through the material. This made her moist again, excited by his touch. 

Finishing their lunch they went to a few more stores, browsing various sections, including footwear and lingerie again. He liked high heels, but her being tall already didn't feel comfortable in them usually. He found a shop that was selling high heeled shoes that took his fancy and asked for them in her size, the shop assistant returned with them and he placed them on her feet one by one, gently. He motioned for her to stand and walk in them a little. She felt his gaze on her as she tried to walk, at first unsteadily in the shoes. She wasn't used to wearing heels, and it showed. He was watching her, smiling at the way she struggled to walk in them at first, and the effect it had on her body. He liked the way they elongated her already lovely long legs, made all the more lovely for the stockings and the fact he knew at the top of them, there were no panties. 

After leaving the shoe shop, they next stopped at a sex shop. She felt his gaze fall upon the dildos, vibrators and butt plugs arranged on the shelves. He lead her to the anal toys section first, looking at various different butt plugs and anal toys including beads and vibrators. Smiling he selected an inflatable butt plug and a solid rubber butt plug. It'd was a while since she'd last had a butt plug inserted up her bottom, but the last time she had, she enjoyed it. She felt a sense of excitement at the thought of them being used on her sometime later. 

Moving on to the vibrators section, he told her to go look at the pornography section to see if anything caught her eye. She didn't usually like porn, certainly not visual porn, but erotic stories did excite her as she loved to read, and was always reading some kind of fiction novel of one sort or another, usually fantasy or science fiction. Whilst she browsed the variety of pornographic magazines, DVDs and erotic fiction, he was looking at the vibrators deciding on which one to get for her. He'd sent her to the porn section so she didn't see what one he selected, he had a surprise in store for her.

She found a couple of interesting looking titles, one called "Chloe's Punishment" she flicked through it a little and read the synopsis. It looked like it might get her a bit turned on reading this sort of thing, she continued to look at the other titles on offer and found another collection of short erotic stories, on a variety of subjects. Satisfied that she'd found a couple of items she returned to where her Master was now standing waiting for her near the counter. She paid for the two books, and then went outside with him.

When she got outside, he gave her a small bag, with the shops logo on it, and told her to go find a toilet and place the object inside in her moist pussy and to put on a pair of the lace panties he'd previously bought her to keep it in place. Confused and a little shy, she peeked into the bag and saw a small, egg shaped item, curious as to what it was she nodded to him and went off in search of a toilet.

She found a toilet a short walk away, and went into one of the cubicles. Getting the item he'd presented her out of it's packaging she inspected it. It was a vibrating egg, with a little control box which operated wirelessly. She placed the batteries into it, and placed the egg where he'd instructed her to do so. And then slipped on her black lace panties, which firmly held it in place. Curious as to what it would be like, she turned the control box on and set it to the lowest setting, she felt instantly a response from the egg between her legs, as it buzzed softly against her pussy, resting just shy of her clitoris. Momentarily taken by surprise by the soft buzzing she moaned to herself softly, a smile coming to her face, as she turned the control box off and put it in her bag.

Upon leaving the cubicle she freshened herself up a little at the sink and looked at herself in the mirror, seeing a bit of a glow about her. Smiling at her reflection she left the toilets and returned to where he was waiting for her.

He asked for the control box as they walked away, she passed it to him and he put it in his pocket. She didn't know when he might use it, or even if he would. The anticipation and the uncertainty aroused her she found. She was excited that he could make her moan out loud almost at will now with a touch of a button. The humiliation she would feel would be bigger than anything else she had ever experienced she was certain.

As she walked beside him she realised he was talking to her, she'd not been listening in her dream like state thinking of the humiliation and embarrassment that might be awaiting her. To get her attention he pressed a button on the control box and she instantly felt a jolt as a small buzz hit her pussy, making her blush red and falter in her step as she struggled to keep walking steadily and was sure everyone would be staring at her wondering what on earth was going on with this strange woman. The buzzing ceased and he told her they were going to make one final stop before heading back to her flat. Curious as to where they might be going she followed him to another part of the city centre.

Here there weren't department stores and other such shops liked they'd been to first of all. They went into what looked like a shopping arcade, filled with smaller shops and stalls. He led her down some stairs to a lower level where there was a tattooist parlour to one side with several girls dressed in the fashion of goths, velvet, lace, black , etc. One of them looked at her and smiled, and looked in turn at him, and smiled again. She felt herself blush at the scrutiny. At this moment her Master again took the opportunity to press another button on the control box, this time sending a pulsed buzz into her pussy. Nearly doubling over with the shock of it and blushing bright red, the goth girls laughed at her sudden misfortune and continued to look at tattoo designs.

The continued down another flight of stairs and she found herself confronted by a stall filled with a variety of clothing, from short mesh/lacy skirts to long velvet dresses. She spotted the corsets to one side and he had as well, directing her towards them, they looked at the various designs on display. 

Selecting a leather corset, that looked well made he directed her to try it on, taking her coat and top off she let him place the corset around her and he proceeded to tighten it up. She could see herself in a mirror and liked the effect the corset had on her figure. He was smiling at the sight too. She wasn't entirely certain, but she felt she could just make out a bulge in his trousers. Blushing she realised he was more than happy at what he saw. Unlacing her from the corset and checking to see if the shop attendant was watching he groped her tits when the corset was off of her, she moaned softly at the touch and felt herself getting wet once more. Then she put her top on and her coat back on and continued to look around the small shop. 

He'd spotted a long black velvet dress with lace trim on the bust line and hem. He again motioned for her to try it on. Whilst she was slipping out of her normal clothes, he pressed the control box onto another setting, giving her a prolonged buzz and then a pulse and throbbed against her enlarged clitoris. She had to grip the chair in the changing room to stop herself from falling over. Panting for breath she steadied herself and put the dress on, feeling the velvet fall against her body. She could see herself in the mirror in the changing room and admired her body in the mirror. The dress suited her and she did like it a lot. Opening the curtain and stepping out so he could see for himself, he got her to turn around as he inspected the appearance of the dress on her and stroked the soft velvet across her thighs and bum, pinching her bum gently.

Happy with the corset and the dress, he purchased them and they left the shop. Looking around at the rest of the stalls showing a variety of different styles of goth and alternative wear. He saw a short skirt that he liked and placed it against her, satisfied he bought it and they left the shopping arcade.

Returning to the car park, they returned to the car, getting in, he grabbed her hair and pulled her down to his lap, unzipping his fly, he forced her onto his throbbing cock. Getting the hint she licked it and nibbled and she started to suck. She continued to suck as he held her head there, not hard enough to cause her to choke or gag, but enough that she couldn't lift her head away. As she continued working on his cock, he pulled out the control box and now put it into the highest setting she'd yet felt, surprised she clenched her jaw a little as she continued to suck his cock. She could feel herself getting close to orgasm, with the little egg buzzing, pulsating and throbbing alternately against her very moist pussy and clitoris in particular. Moaning as she sucked she felt herself cum in her panties as the orgasm overtook her. Just at the same moment he came in her mouth. Panting she felt him pull her up towards his mouth where he kissed her deeply and passionately and she passed his cum into his mouth.

After he finished kissing her, she fell against him exhausted and buzzing all over. He cuddled her briefly and stroked her hair as she struggled to regain her composure enough to drive them back to her flat.

It was getting dark now, and they were both getting tired too. He directed her to find a quiet dark country lane on the way back and pull over.

Curious as to why he'd suggest this she complied, finding a suitable location shortly after leaving the busy roads of the city. Pulling over and parking out of sight as he'd requested she turned the engine off.

As she did so, he used the control device again. And she felt the pulsation surge in her already wet pussy. She felt herself getting close to another orgasm as she moaned with each pulse from the egg.

He turned the control device off and directed her to get out of the car. Curious again she complied. She saw him point to the bonnet of the car, and she went towards it. It was warm from the heat of the engine. 

He ordered her to bend over leaning on the bonnet, as she did so, he lifted her skirt, and pulled her panties down. Next she felt him stroking her exposed bottom. Then she jolted slightly as she felt something cold touch her bottom, she realised it was lubricant then. He placed a ribbed condom on his cock, still throbbing and erect and then some lubricant on it as he turned on the control box once again.




Encounters in a Dark Lane



She moaned again, louder this time, as the egg buzzed against her clitoris, held in place by the grip of her legs alone now the panties weren't on anymore. Then she felt him enter her, first gently, then probing he started to thrust into her anus. She panted and moaned with each successive thrust.

Feeling exposed and paranoid that a police car could turn up at any moment as she continued to get fucked up her bottom. The risk and the position she was in excited her more she found as her clitoris throbbed against the pulsating egg between her legs. Panting and moaning loudly now she felt another orgasm build. He continued thrusting until he too came and let out a sigh of relief.

This time he held her and stroked her hair for longer as it took her a good 45 minutes to recover enough to have a clear head for driving the distance left to her flat. Feeling happier than any previous time she'd been with someone in her life she rested her head gently against his shoulder and closed her eyes smiling contentedly.

They drove back to her flat, when they arrived, he instructed her to undress so she was wearing only stockings, suspenders and bra. Complying and feeling exhausted he then told her to put her new shoes on. Again complying with his wishes he directed her to sit on the sofa, where she fell asleep against him so utterly exhausted.

THE END



Encounters - J Ch. 01



J was the first. We met up at a coffee shop near my office and I envied him his calmness. 

Me, I was nervous as hell. I mean, we'd talked about this before we arrived and he'd reassured me it would be fine but still, this was a whole new experience for me. 

We'd met on an internet site, I'd joined at the recommendation of a friend having spent an entire evening complaining that the only men I met in real life were creeps and weirdos. 

J had apparently joined for similar reasons, and, having similar tastes in music, and both of us having hectic work lives which prevented any kind of meaningful full time relationship, we'd decided to give it a go and see what happened.

I walked into the coffee shop and he caught my eye, beckoning from a seat in the corner. His hair was tinged with grey and he was slimmer than I expected, but otherwise he looked pretty much like his profile picture. Having heard nightmare stories of people using old or completely faked pictures, I was impressed.

We ordered coffee and began to talk, his voice was calm, not too deep, and he was well spoken without sounding too "posh". I, on the other hand was manic, nerves and caffeine getting the better of me and causing me to talk too much and too quickly, plus I'd been up working til 6am and sleep deprivation always makes me over talkative.

The conversation was easy but awkward at the same time, it flowed, there were no awful silences, but we both knew we were there to take the measure of the other and see if we wanted to go any further, which put an unnatural pressure on the situation.

2pm came around too quickly, and with it, the end of my lunch break and our allotted hour. We left the cafe and had that uncomfortable "do we kiss?" moment outside, settling for a kiss on each cheek, before saying goodbye, and that, I thought, would be the end of it.

I was wrong...

Two days later we arranged to meet again.

He'd suggested I come to his for lunch this time, on the understanding that if we both wanted to, there would be the opportunity to play later. I wanted to, I really did, but I'd never done this before and my nerves were getting the better of me. 

After lunch of pizza and salad, he held out his hand to me and asked if I wanted to go upstairs.

I froze.

I wanted to go, but I couldn't move, couldn't speak. I'd known this guy all of 5 minutes, what the hell was I doing?

I should explain, I've never been a one night stand kind of girl, and most of my previous experience had been in relationships, generally with people I'd known since I was at school and felt comfortable with. 

I'd had 'fuck buddies', of course I had, but these were usually ex boyfriends, where we'd decided that we were better friends than partners but the sex was too good to give up. 

Sex with a stranger was completely new to me, although appealing in some ways because of the lack of history between us. Still, I imagined my mother would be appalled, having brought me up as a good Christian girl with a pretty decent set of morals and mandatory attendance at church and Sunday School every week.

He asked again and I slowly stood up, taking his hand. What was I supposed to do? I knew what he was expecting, and I really, really wanted to dump the boring, good girl image and become the kind of woman he was looking for, but I needed something, some kind of reassurance that it was OK to do this.

I guess he saw how nervous I was because he pulled me closer and gently kissed me, a little hesitantly at first until I started kissing him back, then he dragged me hard against him so that I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach.

He was a good kisser, soft and slow, with just a hint of tongue and teeth, and I could easily have stayed there all afternoon, my hands gradually starting to explore his body as his roamed confidently over mine, but after a while he pulled back slightly and took my hand again, leading me upstairs to the bedroom.

I followed him from the kitchen up the stairs to his room. Still silent, still terrified. He opened the door and led me in and my eyes widened in shock as I looked around the room. In the centre was a massive, oak framed bed covered with white sheets and a white duvet, and facing it was an entire wall of mirrors. Apart from that the room was empty.

I kissed him, I had to do something to distract myself, and he kissed me back, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall till it bound his wrists behind his back. We'd discussed this, he liked to be dominated, but I was far too nervous to even attempt the role of mistress, all I wanted to do was run.

He must have sensed this as he asked me if I was OK, telling me we could stop any time. I believed he would. I leaned over to kiss him again and whispered softly that I wanted to continue but I really didn't want to be in charge this first time. Then I waited nervously for his reply.

I didn't know how he'd react to this, after all I'd led him to believe I was quite happy to be the dominant party, and now I didn't have the guts to go through with it. 

I closed my eyes, waiting, the silence stretching for what seemed like hours but in reality was only seconds, before he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me to him, cradling my head in his hands and kissing me tenderly before removing his shirt and lying back on the bed, beckoning for me to join him.

I lay back next to him, rolling onto my side, kissing him to hide my nerves and slowly beginning to explore his body above his belt. He was hairier than I had expected, both front and back, and I stroked up and down his spine as we kissed.

He pulled down my leggings and panties, running his fingers over my mound, gently at first and then with more confidence as he discovered how wet I was. 

It was new to me, having a stranger touch me in these sensitive places, knowing instinctively where to rub to make me moan and it left me with very little to do other than carry on kissing him. 

I reached down and ran my fingers beneath the waistband of his trousers, teasing him slightly, then moved my fingers up to flick his nipple. He liked that, I could tell by the way his breathing changed. It had always surprised me how sensitive mens nipples could be with the right attention. Slowly I let my hand creep down and unzip his trousers, letting him pull them off while I lifted my dress over my head.

Reverently, he knelt between my thighs, slowly licking up and down my wet slit, stopping on each upwards stroke to gently circle my clit with his tongue before moving back down again, teasing me. I nudged his hand down and he gently slid two fingers inside me, rubbing them against the inside wall of my pussy. I clenched automatically and he began licking faster, I'd never had someone who knew instinctively which buttons to press, the benefits of an older man I guess and I couldn't help it, I came hard, my muscles squeezing around his fingers and my hips shuddering under his tongue.

He stayed there for a moment more, his licking slowing as my orgasm passed, before crawling up my body to kiss me. I could taste myself on his lips, strange but not unpleasant, I'd always avoided kissing guys after they'd gone down on me before, finding the idea of licking my own juices a bit weird but now it seemed OK somehow.

He reached behind me and unclasped my bra with one hand, bending his head to suck, then nibble on my nipples until I wriggled beneath him, feeling each tug of his teeth increase the wetness between my legs, before he slowly ran a finger up and down my slit, spreading my dampness around until I could feel my juices dripping onto the bed.

He knelt between my legs and pulled me towards him before slowly entering me, inch by inch, bringing my legs around his back as he did. He was big and it had been a long time for me, he filled me completely as he buried himself inside me until he was in as far as he could go. Gently he began pumping into me, slowly in and out until I was gasping for breath before rolling onto his back and taking me with him so I was now on top. He was in so deep in this position that my swollen clit was rubbing against his with each thrust and it felt so good I moaned, close to orgasm yet again. As I came around him he grabbed my hips and thrust up into me quickly, his own orgasm following soon after as I collapsed against his chest.

Rolling onto his side he pulled me close and kissed me, laying my head on his shoulder and putting his arms around me to hold me tight. As we lay like this it came to me, I wasn't scared any more...



Encounters - J Ch. 02



It was midnight and there I was, standing on his patio and testing the door handle, locked, he weren't home yet. 

I sat on the old iron chair in his garden and waited, smoking, the rain starting to drizzle down around me. It took him 15 minutes to get home, I was shivering a bit by then and he pulled me close to warm me up, kissing me and opening the door to get us inside and out of the weather.

I sat at his kitchen table as he turned up the heating and put on the kettle for some coffee. We'd both been out at Christmas parties and the tequila (mine) and the wine (his) was making us both a little sleepy. It was less awkward this time, partly because of the alcohol we'd both consumed and partly because of the darkness, I've always felt more at home in the night.

He liked my shoes, he said as I leant over and slipped them off slowly, his eyes following my movement as my dress gaped to show a little cleavage. I hung my coat over the back of the chair and he got his first full look at my new dress, I could see that it pleased him, red, low cut, very short, with strategic black lack inserts. I was wearing stockings and with my legs crossed he could just see the tops, the gap between skirt, skin and stocking catching his eye, unable to look away. I'd planned this well. 

I caught his eye and we both stood together, reaching for each other, coffee forgotten now. Kissing, we moved towards the stairs hand in hand as he switched off his computer and pulled me urgently into his room.

There was no hesitancy this time, he stripped off his clothes in the minimum of time and joined me on the bed, noticing that I was still fully clothed as I ran one red nail up his chest, watching his breath catch as I strayed too far down and brushed against his cock or flicked across his nipples.

He grabbed the back of my head and kissed me hard, his other hand reaching behind me to unzip my dress, roughly pulling it over my head as he rammed his tongue into my mouth.

I ran the tip of my index finger up and down his cock, teasing him before curling just one finger around and pumping slowly, gradually adding more fingers until he was held tight in my fist, liking the feeling of him swelling and growing in my hand. I felt his breathing grow ragged against my mouth and I eased off slightly, wanting to prolong this, returning to just running the tips of my fingers over his heated flesh. He reached out his hands to touch me and I pushed them above his head, wrapping his fingers around the headboard. Tonight I was in charge.

I moved down to tease him with my tongue, slowly licking up and down, swirling around the head of his penis, not taking him into my mouth like he wanted me to, just letting the tip run over my lips and teeth, pulling back when he tried to thrust up.

I reached for the rope, it was dark and so he guided me, placing it around the back of his neck, between his legs, looping it around the base of his cock as an improvised cock ring, wrapping it over his shoulders and around the foot of the bed, before I tied it securely behind his head. My fingers fumbled slightly, it had been a long time since I did anything like this and lack of practise had made me clumsy. I grabbed a shorter length of rope and wound it in a figure of eight around his wrists, knotting them behind his back as I kissed the back of his neck.

Now he was immobile so I took my time, scraping my fingernails down his body, so exposed and vulnerable. He moaned softly and I considered gagging him, but I wanted to kiss him. This time the rules did not apply.

I reached down and stroked over his hot, hard shaft. He was so erect it must have been painful for him but he didn't complain, didn't beg. I could have made him, I think, but not then, I was gentle. I leant over and took him deep into my mouth, feeling him strain against the ropes as he tried to thrust, but they held him well.

He was so big I could feel him pushing against the back of my throat as I tried to take him all in. I was aware that I needed to be careful with him and so I slid my mouth carefully up and down, no pressure, no suction, just the warm wetness of my lips sliding over his hard cock. He grew even bigger in my mouth, I didn't think that was possible but he did, and I started to suck, scraping my teeth gently along the underside of his shaft, using my fingernails to scratch over his stomach and balls. 

He moaned as I bobbed my head faster, pulling on his scrotum and squeezing him with my hands as I sucked hard, his dick growing and twitching in my mouth as I drove him ever closer to the edge. With a roar he exploded into my mouth, the force of his cum hitting the back of my throat causing me to gag slightly as I gamely tried to swallow it all down.

Inevitably, given the force of his orgasm, some leaked out but I made sure to lick him clean before releasing him. He collapsed back on the bed, pulling me to rest on his chest as he drifted off to sleep.



Encounters of a Female Kind



Jill couldn’t help the fact that she was staring down Tatiana’s blouse. Normally, she wouldn’t have dared, but here she was, leaning right across her to get the salt shaker. And her breasts were very nice. Still, she felt a little guilty.

She snapped out of it, when Tat sat back down, and glanced at her. A girl’s office luncheon had never been so strange before. She was acting like she had the hots for Tat. Jill bit her lip, and poked at her three bean salad. 

Tatiana was new on the job, and rumor had it that she was an ex model who had tired of it and decided to settle down in accounting. Why in the world, would she give up something as great as modeling? Jill wondered. 

Tat had a fabulous body. She was tall, with golden skin and dark long hair that ended in curls. She had full lips, and a curvy thin body. Jill had almost gaped when she had first walked into the office restroom, dressed in a tight three piece suit in lavender, and her lips pursed. 

All the office girls wanted to hate her, but she was just so nice to everyone. So, Jill thought, she was hot and sweet. Jill risked another glance at Tat, who was nibbling on a carrot stick, and smiling at something that Rose was saying. 

“So, I heard that they had sex right there in the office.”

“OMG, really? Shy, quiet Ann and our hot Latin boss? Come on,”

Rose nodded.

“It’s true. Greg from down the hall heard them going at it when he was stopping by to drop off some paperwork.”

They all giggled.

Soon, lunch was over, and they were all heading back to their offices. Jill walked behind Tat, observing the way her ass swayed underneath her skirt. Jill had never been one to think of herself as a lesbian, but she was really attracted to Tat. She wondered what she would look like naked….

As if reading her mind, Tat paused outside her office, and gave Jill a sweet smile. Jill smiled back, knowing her face was flamed. Tat disappeared into her office, and Jill wandered down to hers.

The days went by, and soon turned into weeks, and still Jill couldn’t get Tatiana out of her mind. She even had erotic dreams about her, with Jill suckling on her breasts, and Tat moaning in ecstasy. Jill had awaken, and had to ease her horniness herself, cumming so hard she thought she would wake up her neighbors with her moans.

Lunch was spent watching Tat’s lips slide over her fork, and she imagined them sliding over her nipples. Once, Jill had become so aroused, that she had knocked over a glass of water, right onto Tatiana’s skirt. Flustered, she dabbed at the wetness with a tissue, apologizing. Tat just smiled, and took the tissue from her, to clean herself up. Those brief moments when she had felt the firmness under her skirt, had made her thighs tremble.

It was the middle of the third week, and after another erotic dream that Jill wandered into the women’s rest room to freshen her makeup, when she ran into Tat. She was dabbing at her eyes with a napkin, and it was obvious that she had been crying.

“Tatiana, what is it? Is everything okay?”

Tat just looked at her, before bursting into another round of tears. Jill, flustered and unsure of what to do, placed an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to the sink.

“Are you okay?”

Tat nodded, and stared up at her. Her mascara was running, and with her lower lip trembling, she looked all the sexier. 

“Its just that….I know that….I stopped modeling because of the pressure and the stress it put on me…but …”she hiccupped,” I have gained four pounds!”

“What is the matter with that?”

Tat sniffled and wiped at her nose.

“Do you know what they would have done to me if I had gained four pounds in my career? I’d be …ruined”

Jill hugged her closer, feeling her breast press into her own, and she couldn’t suppress a shiver. Tat buried her face in her hair and tried to calm herself.

“Tatiana, “Jill said, pulling back and looking her in the eye.” You look wonderful. There is nothing wrong with you, or the four pounds you put on. You can’t even tell it. You are sexy, and you will always be that way.”

Tatiana stared at her with wide eyes, and managed a small smile. She threw her arms around Jill’s neck and squeezed her tight. Jill could smell her sent, flowery but hot.

“Oh, Jill. You are so sweet to me. Do you really think I look sexy?”

Jill nodded, and let her hand slide from Tat’s shoulders to waist. She was beginning to get hotter, standing this close to her.

“Yes. Of course I do.”

Tatiana leaned forward and pressed her lips to Jill’s cheek for a moment that lasted longer than it should have. Jill stared at her profile, feeling her trembling lips against her soft skin. She tightened her grip on her waist, and then Tat was pulling back and staring up at her. Jill felt her breath on her face, and then she was leaning forward once more, and her lips connected with her own. 

Jill had never kissed a woman before, and wasn’t quite sure what to do. Then she was moving her lips against hers, and they were so soft. She felt her tongue seeking its way into her mouth, and when it slipped in, she moaned deep in her throat.

Tatiana pressed her body against hers, and together they moved until Jill was backed against the bathroom stall. They weren’t even thinking what would happen if someone were to walk in. All that was on there minds was this.

‘oh god” Jill moaned, sifting her hands through Tats long dark hair. She trailed her lips down her neck, and Tat sighed in pleasure.

“This is so good.” Tat said, her fingers undoing Jill’s buttons on her jacket. Jill could not believe it. It was like a dream. Except this was real. She let her hands slide down over Tat’s tight ass until she was lifting her skirt up and touching the satin skin underneath.

In the next few seconds, clothes were stretched and pulled away, revealing their naked bodies to each other. Jill took Tat’s hand and pulled her into the stall, locking the door and pressing her back against it. She then took her full breasts in her hands and kneaded them, while kissing Tat fully. 

She was dimly aware of Tats own hands and fingers slipping and sliding there way over her body, teasing her pussy until she was dripping wet. Taking her nipple into her mouth, she heard Tatiana cry out and her fingers pulled her hair back. Jill kept her mouth clamped down, suckling and nibbling, tasting her erotic taste as she had dreamed. 

Jill trailed her mouth down her stomach, leaving wet spots to cool on her hot body, dipping her tongue into her bellybutton. She glanced up to see Tat with ecstasy written all over her perfect face, and continued her journey. 

When she ran her tongue between her thighs, Tat moaned loudly and jerked. 

“Steady, babe. Let me lick you.”

Jill couldn’t believe the words that she was saying, or that she was about to make love to a woman. She parted Tat’s thighs, staring at her shaved pussy, its lips wet and quivering. Tat squirmed until Jill leaned forward and touched her tongue to her clit. She then began to alternate licks, sliding her tongue up and down her pussy, savoring the juices that ran. She tasted like a ripe peach, tangy and sweet at the same time. 

Tat was moaning now, and running her hands over her own breasts. She panted like a bitch in heat, shaking a little bit now and then, and Jill could tell that she would cum soon. She took her fingers and ran them inside her, feeling her tighten around them. Sliding them in and out, busying her mouth suckling her nipples.

Meanwhile her own pussy was burning, wetting the inside her thighs. Her own blood began to boil when Tat cried out, and her whole body tightened up like the string on a bow. Her thighs gripped Jill’s face, and she began to shake, her breath panting wildly. Jill tasted her juices, and in one last instant, shoved her tongue insider her, along with her two fingers. Tat cried out, cumming intensely, grabbing Jill’s hair and yanking on it.

Jill slid to the floor, her hands still gripping Tat’s thighs. Tat licked her upper lip, and her golden skin was shined with sweat. She smiled sexily, and bent to kiss Jill hard on the lips.

“You are wonderful. That was the most erotic thing I have ever done.”

Jill smiled, and reached out to tweak Tat’s nipples. She wanted her again. In fact, she thought that she would never get enough of this succulent beauty.

“It’s your turn now, my sweet. You have pleasured me, now let me pleasure you.”

Jill’s eyes were wide as Tat leaned down and positioned herself between her thighs, her feet placed against the wall of the stall. The floor was cold, but Jill was so hot she didn’t notice. Tat kissed her again, her long hair brushing Jill’s breasts, making her nipples stand out. She ran her tongue from her mouth, across her breasts, making Jill moan in pleasure. 

From her breasts she moved down to her stomach, nipping her abdomen, causing Jill to suck in her breath. Tat was so very erotic and Jill had never ventured into anything as wild as this. She was here, with this sexy woman, in her workplace restroom.

Jill cried out when Tat snatched her thighs up and began to tongue her wildly. She sucked and made love to her pussy with wild abandon. Jill thought somewhere in the back of her mind that Tatiana had certainly done this before. She couldn’t get over the sensations that were running through her, the hotness that was burning between her thighs. Tat licked at her, sucking her clit into her mouth and biting down on it. Jill jerked off the floor, her head catching the wall, and she moaned loudly. 

Tat chuckled, and the sensation sent Jill into a flurry of sensations. She pinched her own nipples hard, and growled deep in her throat. Tat took her fingers and played with her pussy lips, stretching them and licking them with her tongue. She then took two fingers and shoved them into her, finger fucking her hard. Jill moaned again, whispering how much she loved it. Tat ran her tongue over her again, and then squeezed another finger inside her.

“Oh god! I’m gonna cum, Tat.”

Tat raised her head up only for an instant.

“Cum in my mouth, Jill. Let me taste you.”

She then returned to nibble on Jill’s clit, working her fingers in and out of her trembling pussy. Jill felt her body tighten up, and her toes began to tingle. She knew that she would cum soon, and she began to work towards it, wanting it. Needing it. Jill watched Tat work on her, her mouth wide open as she sucked on her.

Then, before she even expected it, Tat shoved another finger in her, and it sent her over the edge. She shoved her fist in her mouth and bit down on her knuckles as she came. She made mewling noises deep in the back of her throat, her thighs jerking and raising up off the ground. Tat struggled to hold her down as she licked up her juices and swallowed them all. 

When at last she had settled down, Tat pulled her in another embrace, and they shared an erotic kiss. Jill ran her hands over Tat’s body one last time. She knew that there absence had probably been noticed, and that they had to get back. 

“It was wonderful, Tatiana. I hope that we can…become great friends. Away from work.” 

“Of course. You must call me so that we can get together. I will look forward to it.”

They helped each other get dressed, smoothing out their wrinkles, and easing from the stall to reapply their makeup. Then, after sharing one last French kiss, they departed from the still steamy restroom, and back into their normal, at least for a little while, lives. 



Encounters on the Erotic Side



Act one: Blindsided



It was early evening and I was working at my desk. The Adult Boutique I owned wasn't due to close for another couple of hours. I was restless and wishing like Hell I could stomp on time's gas pedal. And that's when someone knocked on the jamb of my open office door. I looked up, surprised to see Dana, the cousin of an employee who had quit several months earlier.

Back when her cousin still worked for me, if the two of them had plans to go out clubbing, Dana tended to show up shortly before closing. And whether I was alone or like many evenings enjoying a beer with my buddy Randy, Dana would join us in the back room. Dana was a young fox, and in her semi-serious and understated way, a natural flirt. Of course some of that was simple self-defense, because Randy and I were quick to tease, and just as quick with the smartass sexual come-ons. And because her overly protective, pain in the ass cousin had led us to believe that Dana was only seventeen, flirtatious teasing was all that went down. That was too bad, because like I said Dana was a fox, a hazel eyed honey with a challenging grin. Her brown, shoulder length hair was streaked with blonde highlights. She was slim, and I figured about five and a half feet tall. And whether she was dolled up in a micro mini and scanty top, or the more usual Dr. Martens, jeans and sweatshirt, there was always the enticing allure of a curvy hard-body.

That night, finding Dana standing there, I jumped right up and gave her a hug. She was looking around my office, and I asked "So what's up?"

"Well, you know, I was just driving by," she replied.

It seemed to me that maybe there was something more to her blasé response. Anyway, Dana wandered over, stopping in front of a photo of the Martian landscape hanging on my office wall. It was a picture taken by the Mar's rover, and Dana asked "Is that really Mar's?"

It was an innocent enough question; still, I was picking up on this sexual vibe. And that was despite the fact that she was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and an equally baggy pair of jeans. I was curious, and just then anyway, not particularly worried about her age. And, as I was soon to discover, Dana was fired- up, crackling with the energy of the sexual fantasy that had brought her to my office. But, to this day I don't have a clue about what subtle sex charged signals I was picking-up on. They were there though; so, I reached out and began to rub her shoulders. Wondering just where things were headed, but hoping to keep things casual, I told her, "Its Mars alright!" Then, stretching out the moment, I explained, "You can see the lander, and it carried this little rover you can't see, and that's what sent back the picture!"

"That's nice," Dana replied. And the quiet breathy way she said it left me thinking she wasn't talking about my picture. So, when she bent her head, I took the hint. I began to gently massage her neck, liking the feel of her warm, silkily smooth skin sliding under my fingers. And when she responded with a couple of softly murmured oohs, I began to work my way down her back. But, playing it safe, I leaned in, and whispered a questioning "More," in her ear.

Dana responded with a giggle; and then, when she tilted her head back, I took it for an invitation. So, I pushed myself up against her, maximizing body contact, and making sure she felt my hard-on. Then, as sensuously as I could, I swirled the tip of my tongue around her ear. Emboldened by a soft throaty moan, I followed it up with a light kiss that trailed down and around, stopping just short of her exposed throat. Then, testing, I took a step back.

Dana stepped back, giggling as she pushed her butt against me. Obviously aware of my erection, she began to work her hips, doing a slow bump and grind that practically had us dry humping. I thought about stopping right then and there, but I was curious, and honestly, even more curious than horny! But then, I reminded myself that Dana wasn't there for a massage.

I slid my hands up under Dana's sweatshirt. When she didn't object, I stroked them slowly up and down her back, and discovered that she wasn't wearing a bra. She leaned back in to me, which I took as a less than subtle hint. And her breathy, unmistakable moans of pleasure took care of any lingering doubt. So, I slid my hands around, teasing my fingertips over the taut quivery skin of her belly. And, when Dana sucked in a sharp breath, I reached up and cupped a pair of bare breasts. I was thinking, 34-C's, as I rotated my palms over a duo of prominent and unmistakably aroused nipples. And when I began to roll them between thumb and finger, she moaned a soft purry "Oh, I like that!"

Intrigued, and definitely caught up in the moment, I reminded myself that I was playing with fire, and that just maybe I should think about backing off. Except, by then I was pinching Dana's nipples, teasing them with gentle tugs as she made the sorts of throaty sounds that insist more, more, more! So, there I was, blown -away by Dana's unrestrained sexuality, not to mention the double handful of perky, extremely responsive tits I was fondling. And that's when she took me by surprise, and just totally blew me away!

In one smoothly executed move Dana yanked her sweatshirt up and off. She tossed it aside, which left me standing there ogling her pretty tits, and their invitingly thick, dusky, and appetizingly erect nipples. And I was asking myself, what the fuck, when she asked me "Umm is Randy going to be showing up?"

"Nope," I told her. "It's just us," I added, not bothering to remind her that two of my employees were prowling the sales floor.

Somehow Dana managed to make a simple "Oh well," sound pouty, and I wasn't sure, but maybe even like she was disappointed. I stopped worrying about it, when she said "Well...I want to be fucked!" Then, before I could even think, oh fuck, she said, "I want to feel you inside me, way deep inside me!" And just in case I maybe hadn't understood, she turned to face me, looking right at me as she asked "So, aah, want to fuck me?"

Well yeah, I did...but! But nothing...there was nothing to do but ask; so, I did. "Your cousin told us you were only seventeen...so, well..." I unhappily began. And that's as far as I got, because Dana burst out laughing.

Dana eventually managed to get out, "She only told you guys that because, well because she was afraid the two of you would talk me in to something...I mean, as if!"

Oh yeah, I thought. That sounds like her alright! For sure it was something my wife Jodi, who had only met Dana's cousin a couple of times, but still referred to her as, that snot nosed little prick-tease! Oh sure, she was right; only so what, it didn't help my current situation any. After all; Dana hadn't exactly said that she wasn't seventeen! So I was ready to whoop when she breathed a huffy "men!" And I believed her when she said, "Well you can stop worrying Bob...I'm nineteen!" And really, I almost did, stop worrying that is. Only, I couldn't quite shake this tiny little, but still nagging suspicion that she was up to something. Because, standing there half naked, and looking ready to be fucked, damn straight, she seemed too good to be true!

Dana eyed me; head cocked questioningly, hands on her hips as she waited. Her tits looked so damn inviting, and she had said she was nineteen; so, abandoning my suspicions, I figured what the fuck, and went for it. So, I leaned in and sucked one appetizingly erect nipple in to my mouth. Her fingers were in my hair, a breathy "Mmmmm," buzzing in her throat as my gentle sucking turned more energetically forceful. Those purry sounds of pleasure became panted oohs as I nibbled one rigidly jutting nipple then the other.

I glanced up, and Dana's head was thrown back. Her mouth was open, making an O as she sucked in a ragged breath. So, I kissed her! She grabbed my shoulders, her tongue soft and insistent as it twisted hungrily in my mouth. I caught a fistful of her hair, kissing her hard as I roughly held her head pulled back. And, as I sucked her tongue, punishing her lips with lust driven ferocity, that kiss went incandescent. She returned my kiss eagerly, fingers tangled in my hair as I ran my open palms up and down her naked flanks. Dana pushed back hard against me, wriggling against my obvious erection. And, while part of me wondered if she could feel the heat of my cock burning against her bare belly, I was easing a hand in to her jeans.

Dana's jeans were so loose that I could easily have pushed them right down over her hips. But I didn't; because I knew that if I did, I'd wind up bending her over my desk right then and there. And even if my unambiguous playmate had made it perfectly clear that she was there to be fucked, and as badly as I wanted to fuck her, and fuck her hard, I wanted even more to spin out the sexual game she had initiated. So, I reached for, and discovered an ass that was just as bare as I'd expected it to be. It was a rounded mound of perfection, smooth, velvety soft, and firm enough to bounce quarters off. And because there was enough room in Dana's jeans for two hands, I still had one caressing that sweet bit of tail, while I was discovering that other than a tiny triangle of curls, she was shaved absolutely bare.

I wasn't even inside her yet, and she was unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. She got them undone, and as they slid down her legs I slid a pair of fingers in to hot wet pussy. I worked them hard, heard her gasp, and began pumping them with quick twisting thrusts. Dana squealed "Wait, wait," stumbling as she tried to step out of the jeans puddled around her feet. But naked is good, and I wanted her naked. So, I stepped back, licking my pussy drenched fingers as she pulled off her tennies and kicked out of her jeans.

Dana reached for me, grabbing my belt with one hand as the other one reached for my pants zipper. She got the zipper down, and with a growl reached in, grabbed my cock, and wrestled it out. And sounding almost breathless she gushed "Ooh, you're big...and oh God, so hard!"

Dana on the other hand was soft, wet, and deliciously tight. And as I continued to work the middle two fingers of one hand in and out of her, she only got hotter and wetter. She rode my fingers, rotating her hips as she tried to grind her clit against my palm. And that would have been just fucking fine, except she was doing that while madly pistoning her fist up and down the length of my ready to explode cock. And right then, splashing a load of cum on to my office's carpeting was not what I had in mind!

I was laughing, but when I caught Dana's wrists it was in self-defense. And, when I pinned her hands behind her back with one hand, she didn't resist. So, I eased her legs even further apart with a foot. Then, I roughly pushed a trio of fingers in to her, heard her gasped "Ooh;" and then, as I finger banged her with hard twisting thrusts a panted trio of sharp aahs. But I was chuckling, fingers barely moving as I told her "You were going to make me cum!" Then, because the little imp was snickering, I ripped my fingers out of her, paused while she gasped, and then hunted-up her clit. I found it, and as Jodi would say "Ooh!" And that's because, Dana's clit was right there, and impossible to miss. So naturally I assumed that was because it was already aroused. But then, what did I know?

Oblivious, I began to work Dana's exceedingly accessible clit over with a rapidly spinning fingertip. Her eyes closed, she began to pant, and that's when I told her "I want you to blow me!"

"Uh-huh," she gasped out. And then, instead of calling me a pussy teasing bastard, she announced "Only...well, you're still gonna have to fuck me you know!" But by then she was already on her knees, grinning and looking up at me.

I have to admit that at least part of the reason I insisted on that blowjob was because, for some silly reason, I figured that if Dana blew me, well then, she couldn't possibly have any nefarious alternative motives...as if! So, I was feeling just a wee bit guilty as I met her gaze. But at least, I meant it when I told her "Baby, you can absolutely count on getting that fuck...but first..."

Hurriedly I unbuckled my belt, unfastened the button, and began to push my pants and underwear down. Dana let me, and then reached for my hips, swooping in and closing her lips around the head of my cock. And maybe she figured she had something to prove, because her lips went right on sliding downward, stopping only when she ran out of cock. By then, I knew it was going to be a very short-lived blowjob. Well, it would have been if the phone hadn't interrupted my Young, head bobbing, cock swallowing playmate. I wasn't planning on answering it, that's what employees are for! But, then, the intercom light lit up. "Yo Boss," Tawny my snickering store manager said. "It's your wife Jodi on line one!" Then, before I could tell her to tell Jodi that I was tied-up she had hung up.

Dana hadn't reacted, but I figured she had heard. And that left me wondering if she remembered, or had even believed that Jodi and I had a sexually open marriage. I hoped so; because, assuming Dana didn't freak out, just the thought of talking to my wife while Dana sucked my dick was a total turn-on!

"Go ahead," said Dana, and I thought just a little bit caustically. "Don't let me stop you!"

Leaving Jodi on hold wasn't an option, and that left me with two choices. But, confident in my appraisal of Dana, instead of picking up the phone, I reached over and punched the speaker phone button. "Hi honey," I said, wishing she knew a hot nineteen year old had just sucked my balls in to her mouth. If only; but at least Dana was softly there, sucking as I asked "What's up?"

"Well, we just finished our workout, but now Jackie doesn't want to go for drinks after all! So...what do you think, want some company?"

Dana was snickering softly, which at least didn't stop her from slowly working her fist up and down my cock's spit slickened shaft. I wondered if Jodi could hear Dana snickering, knowing it would arouse her curiosity. "I'm sort of tied up at the moment," I told her. That was our code for; I'm in the middle of something sexual.

Jodi played dumb, and instead of saying something like, Ok darling, see you later, and you can tell me all about your hard night, she said "Oh I don't know, maybe I'll just drop by later...you know, and maybe see if you've got anything new to play with!" And then, with a "We'll see," she hung up, leaving me anxious and wondering what to tell Dana.

"She knows you're with someone, huh," Dana asked. "So, like what happens if she shows up...I mean, I don't suppose she's like going to freak out or anything?"

"She definitely wouldn't freak," I told Dana. And then, with a flip of my hips, I pushed the head of my cock back in to her mouth. And knowing that I was about to tell a little white lie, I began to pop half thrusts in and out of Dana's mouth. Then, already beginning to seriously fuck her mouth, I told her "Besides, if she shows, she'll probably just want to watch anyway!" Sure, Jodi likes to watch, just not as much as she likes being watched, and definitely not as much as she likes being part of the action. Only, I didn't think Dana needed to know that!

If the prospect of my wife showing up bothered Dana she sure didn't let it show. On the contrary, looking almost orgasmic, she launched an all-out assault on my cock and balls. Holding my cock out of her way, she swirled a wickedly flicking tongue around a conveniently dangling pair of balls. Then, still holding on to a fistful of cock, she whipped her tongue around its precum oozing head. Looking like a kid with a melting ice cream cone she lapped up that bit of precum. And after smacking her lips, she slid her fist up my cock's shaft, already popping its head in and out of her mouth. Then, grabbing for my butt, she sent her cum flavored treat plunging in to her throat. Rocketing her lips up and down my full length, she did it a second, and then a third time. But as she went for number four, with the head of my cock still in her mouth, bellowing a "Yes" loud enough to be heard out on the sales floor, I erupted a spurting gusher of cum. Not that she let that stop her from driving the cum spurting thing right back in to her throat. And there it stayed, blasting out what to me felt like positively volcanic eruptions of the white stuff.

Gazing up at me, Dana snapped a finger against my fast deflating cock, looking pouty as she asked "Well?"

I knew what she was really asking. So, I told her "Chill Baby!" And even if I was laughing when I said it, I meant it when I told her "I wouldn't have fucked you without making you cum a couple of times first anyway!"

Dana jutted out a pouty lip, theatrically sniffling as she teased "Uh-huh, well, you're going to have to prove it mister!"

I was standing there feeling like a dork, because my pants were down around my knees. So, while I hopped about doing a hurried striptease, I told a snickering Dana "Park your pretty little ass in my chair!"

Dana complied with a snort, and a challenging "Uh-huh!"

Dana scooted forward, leaning back as she stretched out what I finally realized were a pair of seriously ripped legs. I knelt between those sleekly muscled beauties, and she settled her feet on my shoulders. With her knees slightly splayed out her pussy was perfectly, and of course utterly exposed. And when I paused to take in the view, a brazenly shameless Dana reached down and spread herself wide-open, peeling back soft pink labia, exposing her vagina's wetly glistening opening and a tasty looking bit of conspicuously aroused clit. "You like," she asked. Then, while I nodded "Uh-huh, well you just better be good!"

Actions speak louder than words...right? Sure they do, just not louder than a climaxing Dana. Anyway, I rested my hands on her exposed inner thighs, skipped the preliminary's, and went right after that jutting nub of clit. And I began to wonder if enlarged was its natural state; because, as I swirled the flicking tip of my tongue over it, I felt it swell up and harden. I continued to lick, first slow, then faster, and then, when Dana began to chant yeses, faster still. Then, when I began to gently suck on it, Dana's back arched, legs straining as she pushed hard against my shoulders. And apparently I had guessed right about my playmate's acute case of the hornies. Anyway it was as if she was on a hair-trigger; because, right after I started sucking on her orgasmic trigger, Dana went off with all the subtlety of a nitroglycerin charge. She was screaming "Oh fuck" over and over, tugging on my hair, as her soccer player's legs threatened to push us apart. And maybe she'd stopped cuming, but just in case, I wrapped my arms around her thighs, held on tight, and went right back to licking and sucking. Dana continued to buck and thrash, hands above her head, clutching the back of my chair as she came a second and then a third time. And not wanting to spoil her, I stopped...well, I stopped eating pussy anyway!

I was real tired of fighting Dana's legs; so, while she fought to catch her breath, I slid my hands up behind her knees, and sort of rolled her up. And I was teasingly rimming her asshole, listening to her murmuring "Mmmmm," when the intercom buzzed. "Yo Boss, its closing time," Tawny's voice informed me.

Before I could say or do anything, Dana wriggled out of my grasp, scrambled around and was up on her knees reaching for the phone. "Yo it's Tawny...right," Dana sarcastically asked. "Well, the Boss is busy; so like, handle it!"

I was still on my knees, wanting to bury my face in my hands. Instead, I was eyeing the vista of erotic delights my kneeling playmate had on display as she leaned over the back of my chair. And, after a pause, Tawny replied "Yes ma'am, I'm on it!"




Encounters on the Erotic Side



The question on my mind, as I drove my tongue deep in to Dana's well exposed asshole was, did she disconnect the intercom? My loud mouth playmate gasped a-out a loud "ooh yeah, I like that," and had just squealed a rather insistent "More," when Tawny butted in on her erotic little monologue.

"Yo Boss," Tawny said, before making like a smartass and asking "So, do you want me to set the alarm?"

Obviously running out of patience, Dana snarled "Go away...don't make me have to kick your ass!"

Before World War III could break out, I got up, leaned over Dana, and told Tawny "Beat it; unless of course, you're thinking about joining us!" And thinking, fat chance; I punched-off the intercom.

Standing there, bent over a kneeling Dana, my up and ready cock pressing against her ass, I knew exactly what I was going to do next. So, when Dana giggled, then asked "Yo Boss, what about that fuck," I was already reaching for her hips.

It was a good position for a serious fuck, and right after I teased my enthusiastic playmate a bit I planned to seriously fuck her. And that meant that I started that fuck by popping just the head of my cock in and out through the tight ring of her vagina's opening. Dana started out purring ooh's, ran out of patience, and pushed back hard in to me, taking a lot of cock as she loudly demanded "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

I got serious, and began pumping in hard, fully penetrating thrusts. Only it turned out that our position wasn't all that good for a rip roaring, balls to the wall fuck fest after all. So, before Dana could pitch a bitch, I slapped her ass, and ordered her off the chair. Without being told, she latched on to the edge of my desk, bent over, her legs spread wide apart. I smacked her ass again; and then, I slammed back in to her. Dana squealed "Like that, yes!" And I was going to anyway of course; so, I went right on pounding, rapid-fire thrusts up in to her. And finally getting the fuck she wanted didn't stop her from repeatedly and loudly demanding "Fuck me!"

Dana held on to my desk one handed, the other one between her legs, obviously working on that plus-sized orgasmic trigger of hers. By then, I was beginning to wonder which one of us was going to cum first. And that's when for the second time that night, someone knocked on my open office door.

It was Jodi, and she didn't even bother to say hi! But she did say "Ooh, now that does look like fun! Gosh, don't let me...well, interrupt!"

Act two: Tag teamed



Never mind crossing it! The thought that once alerted to the prospect of ongoing sexual hyjinks that Jodi would somehow fail to put in an appearance hadn't so much as even flickered to life. So, I had been expecting her, and I pretty much figured that so had Dana. And it was Jodi after all; so no, she wasn't about to settle for simply playing voyeur.

Fresh from the Gym, Jodi leaned against the door jamb, eyeing the action and grinning mischievously. Dana never even looked up, and all I managed was a "Hi honey!"

Jodi wriggled her way around my rocking hips, spun my desk chair around and plunked her leotard clad ass down. Then, with her feet up on my desk, she watched, cooing the occasional "Ooh," as she observed my struggle to hold out long enough for Dana to coax an orgasm out of her clit. She did to, repeatedly bellowing "Fuck me," at the top of her lungs. Then, she wisely latched on to my desk with both hands; because, I was making like a human jack hammer, pile-driving ass smacking thrusts in to her. And, while Jodi cheered me on, Dana went right on screaming "Fuck me!"

I probably would have done it anyway! But, with Jodi squealing "Ooh, ooh, yeah let's see you do it," after exploding my first volley of the white stuff deep inside my hard bodied playmate, I managed to pull out and send a couple of arcing streams of cum splashing across her firm, round, and as far as I knew virginal ass. My enthusiastic wife whooped, whistled, and clapped, earning herself a scowl from Dana.

"Come on, you loved it," Jodi teased

Dana fired back with a pouty lip and a sarcastic "Uh-huh!" But then, she turned her back on us, giggling as she reached around and using both hands, pretty much smeared cum over every curvy inch of her ass.

I called a timeout, and made a bathroom run. On the way back, curious about the day's sales figures, I stopped at the computer work station. Dana scurried by, giving my ass a slap before disappearing in to my office. I had seen enough, not of course of Dana, so I set off in pursuit of her curvy round ass. And when I walked in to my office, Dana was sitting on Jodi's lap, twisted around, head tilted back as they shared in, what sure looked like one steamy, passion saturated kiss. I watched, then when they broke that incendiary kiss, I listened to my wife ask "Seriously, you just walked in to bob's office and told him you wanted to be fucked...oh my God, why?"

Dana whose tits were cradled in Jodi's hands, her thick dark nipples being punished as she gasped, managed to get out "Well yeah, I was like super horny...and well, I figured maybe Bob and Randy would be hanging around, you know like they usually are!" And when Jodi gave her nipples a vicious little twist, after a yowled "Mmmmm," she confessed. "Yeah, so OK, I wanted to do it with a big one...which sure as shit ruled Randy out! But my Cousin told me that she heard Bob was...well you know, hung!"

Compliments aside, the part of Dana's story that caught my attention had been that bit about my buddy Randy. But Jodi had picked up on it too. Jodi popped the question first; which I figured was Ok, seeing as how she was in a better position to coax an answer out of our suddenly scarlet faced playmate. She freed one of Dana's nipples, which let her slide a hand down across her belly and between her accommodatingly parted thighs. Dana's eyes went wide. Jodi positively purred "Oh my," and I knew she had just discovered Dana's extraordinarily accessible clitoris. Dana hiked one muscular leg up on to my desk, offering Jodi unrestricted access. My view was panoramic, and I was staring hard when Jodi asked "And now darling, just how do you know Randy isn't hung like a pony?"

I watched Jodi run a fingertip around Dana's prominent, seriously aroused looking, plus-sized clit, listening as she blurted out her story. "OK, OK, so one night I came by to see my cousin," Dana explained. "Only Bob wasn't here, and well, Randy was hanging around! Well shit, he asked me if I wanted to get high...and well, we ended up in the back alley!"

Dana paused there, head thrown back as she worked to suck in a couple of sharp breaths. My impatient wife snapped a polished nail against her exposed clit, and murmured "Uh-huh...and!"

"Hey, no fair," Dana squealed.

Jodi went right on flicking that nail against Dana's clit, only maybe with less of a snap. Dana giggled, sighed, and after complaining " Jodi, you're a nasty tease," told us "Anyway, Randy was looking at me; and believe me, I didn't need to see the bulge in his fucking jeans to know what he had on his mind either! But the little shit caught me staring! And the next thing I knew he was pulling his dick out and asking me if I liked to suck cock!"

By then Jodi had abandoned the nipple she had been torturing, apparently preferring to add it to the assault going on between Dana's thighs. So, when Dana got back to her story, Jodi had a finger rapidly flicking Dana's awesomely engorged clit, while she slowly twisted a pair of fingers in and out of her vagina. And, I was beginning to think that I was about to see Jodi launch Dana in to orgasmic orbit. Instead, Dana started to giggle, caught herself, and sighed. "I didn't actually decide to do it," our pouty sounding playmate said. "I don't know...you know, I just sort of squatted down, and...well, blew him! It wasn't any big deal, and believe me, neither was his dick! And he didn't last very long either; which was fine by me, because I was afraid someone would drive down the alley!"

"Yes, but did you swallow," Jodi wanted to know.

"Of course," an indignant sounding Dana groused. "It sure beat letting him blow his fucking load all over my face didn't it?"

"If you say so darling," was Jodi's somewhat sarcastic comeback. "But hey, if you want some big cock, get Bob to introduce you to Brian! He says he's nine inches, but I measured, and he's only eight and a half...men!" 

Dana opened her mouth to reply, and Jodi gagged her with a pair of wet, pussy saturated fingers. "I really shouldn't be asking! The timing sucks and I wouldn't be able to make you prove it...oh fuck, and who cares anyway" my annoyed wife said. Then she asked "So darling, how do you like the taste of pussy...umm, ever go down on one?"

"Just once," Dana answered. And then, as if what Jodi said had finally registered, she twisted around, eyeing Jodi intently as she asked "Prove it? Well yeah, you bet I'd be up for that...ooh yeah!"

I watched Jodi start to kiss her, stop, flash me a wicked little grin, and then use a wetly glistening hand to grab a fistful of Dana's hair. She roughly yanked her head back and gave her a kissed laden with all the heat and ferocity of an atomic blast. And when she was through blistering Dana's lips with that fiery kiss, she told our wide-eyed playmate "That was sweet...and of course, I'll be holding you to it...ooh, count on it darling!" Then, and it sure wasn't an afterthought, she asked "Now, tell me who was your first?"

"It was my asshole of a cousin," Dana said, looking an awful lot like she had just bitten in to something sour. "We were just fooling around; but then, she totally chickened out! And that was after I got the bitch off too!"

"Huh," snorted Jodi. "So, she's not just a snot nosed little prick-tease after all!"

Dana laughed, and in a total non sequitur, Jodi asked her if she liked vibrators.

Dana admitted that she hadn't ever "Actually used one!" And then, once again blushing scarlet, admitted "But...well I sort of had it in the back of my mind, that maybe after Bob got tired of fucking me I'd see if I could wheedle one out of him!"

What the fuck, I thought. Wheedle...as if!

Jodi pushed Dana off her lap. Then, while Dana squawked, Jodi patted her ass, looking ready to whoop as she declared, "Well...never mind my husband! Ooh, ooh, ooh, get ready darling, because I'm going to pick one out myself!"

My office doesn't have a nice comfy sofa, but thankfully, it does have nicely padded carpet. And Dana wound up stretched out on it, with Jodi kneeling beside her as she pushed batteries in to a realistic eight-inch hard plastic vibrator.

Jodi held it up, wagging it back and forth as she twisted the switch, making its pulsing buzz snarl like a swarm of angry bees. Dana finally snatched it out of Jodi's hand, giggling as she rolled its wildly buzzing head back and forth over the tautly stretched, swollen nub of her clit. Jodi let her, watching and waiting, and when Dana's eyes slid shut, and her ass began to bounce rhythmically, she reached in and snatched that buzzing eight-inch plastic pussy pleaser back. Of course Dana started to squawk. She grabbed for it, and the resulting tug-a-war was sort of cute, kind of erotic, and almost comical. Jodi won, or maybe Dana gave up. Either way Jodi was back in control, and Dana was soon gasping out oohs. Jodi held Dana's pussy spread open with one hand, while the other one pumped half that vibrating toy in and out of her. Dana's head began to whip from side to side, her back bowed, and her thigh muscles bunching as Jodi slowly corkscrewed that vibrator's full length in and out. Then, as those slow rhythmic thrusts accelerated, becoming a churning, rapid-fire volley of pussy pounding thrusts, Dana went-off, repetitively shrieking "Oh God," and doing it in an escalating crescendo!

While Dana's chest heaved and she fought to catch her breath, Jodi was licking that eight-inch pussy drenched vibrator like it was an ice cream cone. Then, looking up from her tasty treat, she asked me "So lover, just how many times did the little darling get off?"

"Beats me," was my smart ass response. "I stopped counting at three!" Then, as Dana snickered, I teased "Or, does that last little thing count?"

Jodi dismissed me with an indignant snort, and then told Dana "If you ask me real nice, I'll see if maybe I can find a way to...ooh, really make you cum!" And proving she really is a good sport, she added "And then darling, I'm going to let my smart-mouthed husband fuck you!"

Jodi turned up the power, and pushed eight inches of wildly buzzing plastic cock deep in to the pussy Dana's fingers held exposed. Then, using an easy rocking motion, she went right on slowly pistoning it in and out. "You just keep that up," Dana told her, and began to whip a circling finger around her jutting clit. "Ooh, ooh, oh God and I'll do the rest!"

"Go for it," was Jodi's response. And for a while anyway, while Dana's finger did its erotic dance, Jodi pumped that plastic cock in and out of Dana, a mischievous grin playing across her lips. So, with a pretty good idea of just what my nasty minded wife had in mind, and wanting a front row seat, I dropped to my knees. And when Dana began breathing in pants, and Jodi stopped pistoning eight inches of hard plastic in and out of her pussy, I was paying rapt attention.

There was a lot of vibrator showing, but I figured there was maybe three inches of vibrator buried out of sight inside Dana. Jodi began to slowly rotate it, pivoting it in a way I figured had its vibrating head pouring pulsating vibrations in to Dana's G-spot. I knew, and of course Jodi knew! And, I figured that if Dana's brain wasn't already in the middle of an orgasmic meltdown, she also knew she was headed for a G-spot induced, pussy gushing orgasm.

Dana flung her arms out to the side, quick little breaths puffing past her lips. And then, wham-o, she just fucking cut loose with this guttural screamed. Thinking, unfucking real, I watched as a gush of Dana's pussy juice poured out of her. It ran, wet and glistening down the vibrator Jodi still lazily corkscrewed in and out. And when Dana could talk, her shaky voice announced "Ooh, wow, I didn't know...oh my God!"

Dana was still lying on the floor, braced up on her elbows; her legs stretched out and spread wide apart. Jodi was sitting in my chair, still holding that vibrator in a fist. And I was wondering, what's next, when Dana started to giggle. "OK, so now is it time for me to get fucked," she asked. "I mean...again," she hurriedly amended.

I answered "Damn straight baby," pondering possible positions, while I reassured myself with the thought that my cock was harder, even if it wasn't as big as that eight-inch vibrator.

Jodi butted in, sounding huffy as she said "Whoa there buckaroo!" So, I was thinking, oh no, when she said "Fine, except seeing as how all I get to do is watch, how about...I get to choose how?"

Proving she was just as insatiable as Jodi Dana rode my cock, grinding hard against me as she panted her way through another climax. And all I had done was provide the hard length of cock she had impaled herself on. Braced up on my elbows I hadn't laid a hand on her, just watched her pussy turn my cock in to a wetly glistening, heat hardened, iron hard rod. And even before Jodi informed Dana that one orgasm was all she was allowed, I had decided that it was my turn anyway. So, by the time Dana had waggled an indignant tongue and had intoned an aggrieved "Spoil sport," I already had her firm round ass cradled in my hands.

Letting my hands do the work, I rode Dana up and down, lifting her up and right off my cock. Then, listening to her gasps, I brought her crashing back down, reentering her again and again. And I was just beginning to buck my hips, slamming up to crash in to those downward plunges, when I felt Jodi reach in. She was on her knees, one hand resting on my chest, the other one cupping Dana's pubic mound, her fingers out of sight. But I didn't need to see them to know that at least one of them was busy, working to tease another orgasm out of Dana's unstoppable clit. Jodi looked up, and breathily hissed "Don't cum Bob...not yet lover!"

I stopped slamming up in to Dana, but I didn't stop riding her up and down like a berserk elevator. That seemed to satisfy Jodi, and I didn't hear any complaints out of Dana. And then, just when I thought I was about to feel Dana's vagina clutch around my cock, convulsing as she unleashed another orgasmic flood of her juices, Jodi slapped my chest. And really, she could have been talking to either one of us, when she sternly ordered "Not yet...oh no!"

Dana looked dazed; anyway, she was breathing hard and shaking her head. I was annoyed, but being curious, I was watching Jodi. She stood up, and retrieved a sample size pillow pack of lube from the packaging the vibrator had come in. Then, when she picked up that already well used eight-inch vibrator, and then sat back down, I thought I knew what she had in mind. I just didn't believe it! But, that didn't mean I wasn't willing to play along. Only if Jodi was up to what I thought she was, well then, I figured that more than anything else, I wanted a good view.

Dana was up on her knees, but I had a plan. So, I pulled her down, and distracted her with a nice long kiss. And then, loud enough for Jodi to hear, I told her "I'm going to fuck your mouth!"

I slithered out from between Dana's legs, and scrambled up on to my knees. I couldn't believe Dana hadn't checked on Jodi; but, before she could, I tangled a handful of fingers in her hair, and began to gently pop the head of my cock in and out of her mouth. But I was watching Jodi, so I saw her reach down. And there was mischief in her grin as she began to gently tease Dana's anal opening. Using just the head of what was then only a hard plastic, penis shaped dildo she probed, almost, but not quite letting it penetrate. Not surprisingly, despite the fact that Dana was getting a hard length of cock pistoned in and out of her mouth, Jodi caught her attention. Dana swatted my hand aside, and dodged the next penile thrust aimed at her mouth. She glanced back over her shoulder to where Jodi knelt, that vibrator poised, already beginning to nose its way in to her ass. I saw her shrug, and then actually grin. Then, she matter of factly, with maybe just a dangerous bit of implicit dare included, ordered "Well yeah, so, do it!"

Jodi turned that vibrator on, and rolled its buzzing head in to the lube she had waiting in an open palm. Then, while chanting "Ooh, ooh, ooh," she ran a lube loaded fingertip around Dana's puckered little opening. I was transfixed; eyes fixed on the action around Dana's curvy posterior. But, she gave my cock a playful swat, and regained my attention. And the way I saw it she really didn't have anything else to do, besides relax and let Jodi go for it. So, I slid my hands in to her hair, and my cock in to her mouth. She was holding tight to my hips, dealing easily with the half length of cock I was slowly pistoning in and out of her mouth, when Jodi added a little twist, and that vibrator's head slid out of sight. She had a mouth full of cock, so I didn't actually hear Dana's gasp, but I felt it. I didn't stop, but I did at least ease off some. After all; I was trying to watch my wife, who was slowly running several inches of hard plastic cock in and out of Dana's, and who knew, but as it turned out virginal asshole. And then, for a while anyway, the sight of her slowly pushing more and then more of that eight incher in to Dana's ass was so freaking hot that I forgot I was supposed to be fucking her mouth.

Dana pulled away from me, still clutching my hips as she craned her head around. I heard her suck in a breath, then mutter "Yeah, that's OK!" But it was quickly followed by a much more enthusiastic sounding "Actually...yeah, I like it!"




Encounters on the Erotic Side



That was all Jodi needed to hear! So, while I was fitting my cock back in to Dana's mouth, Jodi was working at least six inches of that vibrator's eight inches in and out of her ass. And I was back to seriously fucking Dana's hot, wet, and extremely compliant mouth, when Jodi picked up the tempo. And not hearing any objections, she fucked our playmate's ass, driving in rapid-fire thrusts that penetrated deep, got twisted slowly out, and then got driven right back in. I lost it then! At first, I was so fucking turned-on that I didn't even realize I was splashing eruptions of cum across Dana's face. Ah well, it wasn't as if I hadn't already pumped a massive load of the white stuff down her throat that night. And when I looked down, Dana's mouth was closed, but her eyes were open wide. But, I landed one fountaining spurt smack in her mouth, when she opened it to breathlessly gasp "More Jodi ...oh God, I didn't know!"

It shouldn't be possible to be bummed after cuming all over an erotically inclined, hard bodied girls face, but I was...sort of anyway! Not that I'm complaining, but I couldn't help thinking that I could have been deep in Dana's virginal ass when I blew that load. Ah well, Dana was ecstatic, not to mention orgasmicly satisfied. And Jodi was happy, and looking awfully pleased with herself. But then, the fact that she was still fully clothed was the only thing strange about that. Anyway, out in the parking lot phone numbers were swapped, kisses were exchanged, and the bell rang on that night's spontaneous bout of sexual hyjinks.

Act three: Rematch



Dana lay back, angled across my bed, braced up on her elbows as she stared across the room at me. She was naked, a wickedly mischievous grin playing across her lips. I watched, enthralled as she slowly scissored long sleekly muscled legs open, brazenly displaying her sex. Gone was the tiny triangle of soft curly pubes she had worn the last time we had hooked-up. In its place was nothing; nothing but the sexiest, most stunningly erotic looking pussy I had ever laid eyes on. It was just so utterly bare, and so absolutely...there! It was an eye riveting magnet, and stood out as sharply as if it had been outlined and painted in neon bright, phosphorescent shades of pink. And if Dana's always visible, plus-sized clit was the switch, one glance flipped it, blasting a million plus volts of sexually charged energy through my eyes and straight in to my cock.

Dana's saucy move had been calculated, and as deliberately executed as a slap to the face. Actually, it reminded me of that night six months earlier, when Dana, who was the cousin of one of my least favorite, and thankfully ex-employees, had walked in to my office at the Adult Boutique I owned. And only a few minutes later, the young woman I had flirted with but still barely knew, was half naked and telling me that she wanted to be fucked. She got that fuck, and a whole lot more besides! And then, later that night, my wife Jodi joined the party, adding her own brand of sexual fireworks.

Dana and I had only talked on the phone a couple of times since that night in my office. That night had ended with promises of a rematch. But somehow, despite the calls, a date for that rematch had never been locked down. Then, one evening Dana called. She barely bothered with a hello. Sounding almost annoyingly blasé, she cut straight to the chase. "I'm available," She told me. "So, do you and Jodi want to hook-up tonight?"

She sounded disappointed when I told her Jodi wasn't in town, but responded with a cheery "Cool," when I told her I was available. She wanted to know what I had in mind, and giggled when I'd told her that what I had in mind was making her cum all over my face. I was surprised to hear her once again sounding serious as she lazily asked "Well OK, that's sounds like fun! But, is that all you want?"

It wasn't of course, and I told her bluntly "Last time around, you slipped away before I got a chance to fuck that hot little ass of yours! So, to paraphrase you, I want to feel myself deep inside you! Which means baby, I want to fuck your ass!"

Dana absolutely floored me, when in that same cool, offhand way she told me "I was hoping you would want to do me that way!" But Dana wasn't through surprising me, oh no, not hardly!

After agreeing to meet me at home, Dana had coolly suggested that I bring home some toys. And after informing me that she liked "it a little rough," she rather needlessly reminded me to include some toys specifically intended for anal play. Needless to say I'd picked out a nasty little collection of erotic toys, left the store in the hands of an assistant manager, and headed home.

Showered and shaved, predictably, I waited. I was nursing a beer when I finally heard a large motorcycle rumble up and stop in the driveway. Dana had warned me that she rode a big Suzuki. And I suppose that should have been my first clue. As I was about to discover, there was a whole other side to the bold, quick to giggle, pouty-lipped young flirt Jodi and I had partied with in my office. But, the sometimes glacially cool young woman with the hard veneer who showed up that night was still quick to laugh, and turned out to be even more aggressively and uninhibitedly sexual. So, dressed in shorts and a sweatshirt, I held the door open, surprised to see a helmet wearing, leather clad apparition doing a saucy hip swaying strut up the walkway.

Dana brushed past me without a word. I closed the door, and we stood in the entryway eyeing one another. Dana lifted off her helmet, revealing the first surprise of the night. Her shoulder length, stylishly streaked brown hair was now a short, messy tangle of blonde. She sat her helmet and gloves on the floor. And then, she stood there with her hands resting on the leather clad swell of her hips. She was grinning when she eyed the telltale bulge in my shorts, and shaking her head as she murmured a soft "men...really, you're just so obvious!"

Dana reached up and began to slowly unzip her waist length leather jacket, stopping with barely an inch still zipped. That left me, rather obviously eyeing the narrow triangle of tan bare skin, and the soft swell of her partially exposed breasts. Her hands dropped from her hips, and she unbuttoned her form hugging leather pants. Then, one tantalizing inch at a time, she began to ease down the zipper. When she stopped those leather pants gaped provocatively open. I wasn't sure, but it sure looked as if there wasn't anything but bare naked girl under all that black leather!

I offered Dana a drink, and when she declined, I suggested we head upstairs. She actually arched an eyebrow, then asked "What, you mean I don't have to suck you off first?"

"Not this time baby," I told her, all too aware that in round one, not certain that I wasn't dealing with an underage hottie, paranoia got the best of me. So, I had insisted that she lead with a blowjob; which of course, I might have done anyway!

Dana laughed, sort of anyway, and then said "God, you were such an asshole!" She eased my hurt feeling some when she added "But if you meant what you said on the phone, lover, I just might forgive you!" And then, before I could say something stupid, Dana said "How about you point me in the direction of the bedroom lover, and then, maybe you could make me that drink after all!"

Dana got her directions and a hard swat to her ass as she started for the stairs. And ignoring her snickering, I headed for the kitchen.

A few minutes later, I walked in to the bedroom, and Dana was lying on the bed, braced up on her elbows. I sat our drinks down on the nightstand, unable to take my eyes off her. She watched me watching her, a mischievous grin playing across her lips. She was an erotic wonder, her body lean, and like her amazing legs almost, but not quite ripped. Her hips flared enticingly, accentuating the flat taut plain of her belly. Soft, perfectly sculpted breasts, which I was pretty sure were now augmented, perfectly fit her body. And those beauties and I was figuring 34 C's, were still crowned by the same thick, deliciously dark nipples I remembered. She was still grinning impishly, and still staring at me as she slowly scissored her legs open. And when I just stood there feasting my eyes on her remarkable pussy's extraordinarily erotic beauty, she asked "What, cat got your tongue?"

I told her "You are the hottest fucking thing I have ever laid eyes on," and started for her. Only, I realized I was still dressed, and quickly stripped. I knelt between her wide spread legs, and Dana, in a voice cool and insistent succinctly ordered "Eat me!"

I ran my palms up Dana's sleekly muscled legs, surprised by just how far apart I could push them. Looking delectably inviting, Dana's pussy lay open, standing out glossy and pink between her tan thighs. Our eyes met, and my surprising playmate practically snarled another "Eat me!" Then, maybe in case I hadn't gotten the message, she added an intoxicatingly erotic sounding "Do it fucker...make me cum!"

I like my lovers aggressive and insistent; I just didn't want Dana figuring that out, not just then anyway! But I had come prepared, so I got up, retrieved the bag of goodies I'd carried home and dug out a pair of gleaming metal handcuffs. Dana held her arms out, her laugh sexy and full of challenge. Only I don't think she expected to find her hands bound to the bed's headboard. Her arms were stretched back above her head, and her hands securely fastened to the headboard. Still, I wasn't about to force her legs apart. So, I told her, "Either you spread them baby, and real, real wide too, or I'll flip you over and paddle your ass until it glows!"

Reminding me that she was still a kid, barely twenty in fact, she stuck her tongue out at me. But then, she opened those amazing legs wide, taunting me with a sarcastically drawled "Huh, thought you wanted me to cum on your face?"

Dana lifted those wide-spread legs, forming, as far as I was concerned anyway, two perfect explanation marks Then again, maybe she was just flashing me her version of the Peace Sign! Either way, I ran my hands up and down the outer curve of her legs, then the backs, and finally over the taut, satiny skin of her inner thighs. And everywhere my hands went, they slid over hard, well defined muscle. My cock was screaming orders, insisting I grab Dana's ankles, hold on tight, and bury it in her conveniently positioned pussy. But the big brain had ordered an oral assault, and besides, hadn't I made promises?

Some promises are easy to keep! So, I wrapped my arms around her athletic thighs, pausing to stare down to where her always invitingly exposed clit waited. But that appetizing treat would have to wait its turn, because those long sleek, silkily smooth thighs of Dana's demanded my immediate attention!

Nibbling and kissing, I worked my way from that crease where thigh meets pussy right up to the feathery soft skin behind her knee. All along the way, those sleekly taunt muscles quivered and rippled under my lips. And waiting for me as I slowly worked my way down a second helping of thigh was her clitoris, a visibly protruding bundle of super-sensitized nerve endings. But, I detoured around it, and slammed my tongue in to her ass's puckered little opening. That side-trip was only intended as a tease. But seeing as how even getting her ass tongue-fucked left my lover mum and making like a Wooden Indian, I decided to go right on teasing. So, I lowered her legs, pushed them as wide apart as they would go, and ordered "OK smarty, unless you want a spanking, don't move and don't talk!"

The Dana of six months ago would have giggled; and then, would most likely have saucily dared me to spank her. This Dana only softly snickered, her dare implicit. Only, she couldn't quite control her breathing, and her panted gasps told me all I needed to know. So, as I felt her muscles bunch and strain as she fought to remain still, I tongued her engorged clitoris. Reading the subtle signs, I worked her right up to the edge, backed off, and repeated myself a choreographed handful of times. She strained against the handcuffs, more and more frantic to catch the orgasmic wave eluding her. I did it one more time, and earned a menacing "Oh you evil bastard!" But Dana knew she had blown it, acknowledging it with a light hearted "Oops, guess that was a no-no, huh!"

We were both laughing as I helped her roll on to her belly, and then up on to her knees. There was enough play in the handcuffs, and she was able to hold on to the rail they were secured to. And that was good, because I spanked her hard, and didn't stop until her ass glowed, both cheeks a fiery shade of red. And then, I slid on to my back and slithered between my tight-lipped lover's legs.

Dana shifted, and suddenly the sweet muskiness of her sex was in my mouth. I wanted more, and swirled my tongue around inside her sex's volcanic tunnel. I was tongue-fucking her, almost drinking her pussy's juices, when she murmured a shuddery "Ooh, ooh," and then throatily growled "Oh God, make me cum, and do it right the fuck now, or it's going to be your ass getting spanked!"

Sure, I thought. That's if of course you could talk me in to letting you go, I didn't say, not out loud anyway! And needing a bit of wriggle room, I got my hands under her ass and hoisted. Our eyes met, and apparently taking note of my already thoroughly pussy drenched face, she cooed a breathy "Oh my, and you haven't even made me cum yet," then added an insistent sounding "Ooh, and you just better hurry up and get to it lover!"

I was all for that, and moved my hands, using my thumbs to peel back the compact folds of her labia, leaving that enlarged clitoris of hers even more exposed. And I sure didn't need to actually see it in order to dart my tongue out, using it to whip that jutting bit of her anatomy. Slow then fast, hard then soft, up down and sideways, I flicked and licked, making that clit my tongue's only target. Dana didn't squirm, wriggle, or buck, not at first anyway, preferring to play the Wooden Indian. Enjoying her little game, she made me work for it. But trying to ignore a franticly signaling, orgasm charged clit only makes matters worse. So when I sucked Dana's between my lips that stored up charge exploded, and she went off! Shuddering, her breath coming in rapid gasps, Dana came. And of course, I went right on sucking on her clit. Dana continued to climax, thrashing as she fought the handcuffs restraining her. But, she took them silently, shuddering as wave after orgasmic wave crashed through her.

Not believing for a minute that she was done, I released my hold on her ass. And immediately she began to skate her very wet and very slippery pussy over my face. I chased her clit, trying to tag it with the darting tip of my tongue. Dana was still energetically slip-sliding one seriously wet bit of molten pussy over my face, when she murmured a solitary "More!"

Eager to oblige, I went back to work on my lover's easily found clit, applying a few light, but direct flicks with the tip of my tongue. Even when I picked up speed, edging up the intensity, Dana remained mum. But then, she was anything but still. And when, I began to swirl my tongue around her rock hard clit, she began to writhe, whipping her head from side to side as guttural sounds of pleasure rumbled in her throat. But when I started to suck, she again went wild, forcing me to wrap my arms around her thighs. With her Pinned down, I sucked harder, turning her growls in to a whispered "Oh you bastard...more, oh fuck yes, eat me!"

That time around my insatiable playmate's orgasms were a quaking and shaking thing that had her back arching and her thigh muscles bunching in to steely knots. And seeing as how she already thought I was a bastard, I'd kept up my assault on her defenseless clit, waiting for her to surrender. She did too; eventually, and with a squealed "Time out, oh God, no more!"

Dana had put an end to, at least that round of our wicked little game. So, what did she do, mere seconds after calling that "Time out?" Well, while I was still in the process of extricating myself from beneath her sodden, post orgasmic pussy, she vociferously demanded "Fuck me...oh God, I want to feel you inside me!" And I was already on it, but making sure, she added a delightfully vulgar, and even more insistent sounding "Right now fucker...yeah, hurry the fuck up and fuck me...just do it, and ooh, fuck me hard!"

I knew I had promised Dana a serious ass fucking. But, I also knew that right then anyway, any fuck was going to be a short lived fuck. So, I opted for a good old-fashioned style, take her from behind fuck. Except, she was handcuffed to the headboard, and was holding on for dear life, so maybe it wasn't so old fashioned! Anyway, I came up behind her, grabbed for her hips, and with one lunging thrust buried seven inches of rampaging cock deep in the slippery wet heat of her pussy. And I had been right, whatever else it was, it sure wasn't a long fuck! But, while it lasted, it was one seriously aggressive, pedal to the metal fuck!

I slammed fully in to her with every rapid-fire thrust, and she had met most of them with another husky "Harder!" So, I fucked her harder, working in some twisting thrusts, aware that my lover's Kegel's were every bit as ripped as the rest of her body. Dana's vagina gripped my cock like a fist, squeezing convulsively around it as I pounded thrust after savage thrust in to her. Then, suddenly, before I could shout "I'm gonna cum," or anything else, my cock began to spasm as it pumped spurt after spurt of cum in to my squealing playmate.

I was sucking in ragged breaths, and Dana was laughing. But as I slipped out of her she managed to sputter out "Good one...well, for starters anyway!" And then, as I rolled off the bed, she asked "Hey there lover, how about you undo these fucking handcuffs," adding in the same Imperious tone "Yeah, and Then you can get me a drink!" And while I was stumbling to my feet, Dana cattily teased "And while you're resting up lover," pausing to snicker, before suggesting "Yeah, you can show me what other goodies you got in that bag!"

There were drinks waiting on the nightstand, and after freeing Dana, I retrieved them. Meanwhile, Dana collected that bag of goodies. She pulled out a zebra striped blindfold, tossing it aside with a "Don't think so", next out was a string of half inch diameter anal beads, they got a "Boring". A giggled "These are fun" greeted a silver vibrating bullet. There was a sort of wild card selection, and that's what she pulled out next. It was a clamshell box holding a nylon dildo harness capable of supporting two dildos, or one dildo and a live cock. But, there was only a realistic six-inch rubber dildo in the box. Dana held up that fun little aid to good loving, and chuckled nastily. I definitely should have been worried! But Dana pulled out her final surprise, and I got distracted. In my store, it was a hot seller, but moronically labeled, Butt Bomb!

Dana seemed fascinated by the Butt Bomb, and its string of four, one-inch diameter rubber balls. And unlike the anal beads, these were connected by a half-inch thick length of rubber that ended in a T-handle. And maybe Dana had tumbled to their purpose; curious and excited by the thought of feeling them filling her ass, anticipation growing as they were eased in and out, one, two, or three balls at a time, knowing that the entire string would be ripped from her at the moment of orgasmic lift—off. Anyway, she looked at me expectantly, and suggested "OK, so I get to pick one; and then, you choose?" I nodded, and Dana grabbed for the vibrating bullet. I picked up the Butt Bomb, and Dana asked "Well ok...aah, where's the lube?"

I pulled a bottle of lube out of a nightstand drawer, turned around, and Dana was already stretched out on the bed, face down, ass in the air, and with that silver bullet buzzing away. Kneeling beside her, I squirted a glob of lube on to a finger. But then, I remembered how much she had enjoyed having her ass fucked in my office that night, and by a thick, eight-inch penis shaped vibrator no less! And seeing as how Dana wasn't paying any attention to me, I squirted lube on a second finger. She went right on ignoring me, even when I eased both fingers into her ass's snug opening. But then, when a hard twisting thrust drove them fully in, she did manage a distracted "Ooh yeah, that's nice!"




Encounters on the Erotic Side



Dana cranked up the power on that vibrating bullet and began to rotate her hips, apparently enjoying the added sensation my plunging fingers added. She caught me reaching for the Butt Bomb and cried out "Wait, wait, ooh god, let me cum...I'm almost there!"

Dana started to cum, her anus squeezing around my rapidly pistoning fingers. I wanted to rip them out of her; and then, slam my cock in to her vacated opening. Instead, I waited patiently for that oncoming orgasm to build. And at its peak, I twisted my fingers out of her, loving the way it turned her panted oohs in to a low guttural squeal of orgasmic pleasure.

Dana watched me smear lube over that string of rubber balls, looking eager as a kid on Christmas morning. "Mmmmm, ooh this is going to be fun," she purred as I spread her ass's cheeks.

I concurred with a grunted "Uh-huh!"

Watching eagerly, I made those big rubber balls disappear, her little rosebud puckering open, accepting then closing around each big ball in turn. After pushing two balls in, I backed one out, and then popped it in and out a couple of times. I did that with the third and fourth balls too. Dana took it, murmuring the occasional soft ooh. So, I began to slowly, real slowly at first, work a pair of balls in and out. Dana grabbed for that vibrating bullet and I watched her circle it around her visibly engorged plus-sized clitoris. Gradually, I picked up speed, rhythmically popping one, two, and sometimes three of those balls in and out of her. Dana began chanting "Fuck me," in a steadily rising crescendo!

I of course, was willing to believe her impassioned fuck ME's were pleas for the Butt Bomb. So, I ordered my cock to be patient, figuring I'd let her cum around a foursome of ass invading rubber balls first. But then, I was going to fuck that ass I'd let slip away from me. Damn straight, my six-month wait was about to come to an end. And when I saw Dana lock that vibrator down smack on her orgasmic trigger, I knew it was time, waited, waited pumped three balls rapidly in and out, heard her begin to scream "yes," and with a forceful tug, yanked all four balls out. That well timed move ripped a scream out of my orgasm-slammed playmate. It was a wordless scream, really nothing more than an ear shattering animalistic howl!

Dana flung her still buzzing toy aside and collapsed. I cracked a swat off her ass, and she managed to bring her knees up enough to at least get her ass airborne. I nudged her legs further apart, spread the firm half-moons of her ass, and lined-up my shot. Target acquired, I rocketed my hips forward, driving every inch of my steely cock through her well-lubed asshole!

It had crossed my mind to take Dana's ass slow and easy. Sure, but seeing as how I had failed to start things off that way, I just went right ahead and fucked that prime piece of ass with an unrestrained passion. And realizing that I wasn't about to instantly blow my load, I ripped my cock out of her. That move ripped an indignant "Hey," out of Dana. And when I roughly flipped her on to her back, she managed to gasp out an even more indignant sounding "Hey, what the fuck?"

My apparently insatiable playmate lay there and giggled, while I lifted her legs and draped them over my shoulders. I reentered her, popping just the head of my cock in and out of her anus a few times. And playing the tease, I asked "want some more?"

Dana didn't answer, being too busy gasping oohs. It didn't matter; because, making a serious attempt to reenter her with every one of them, I began to seriously pound it to her. Repeatedly, I reared up, and then powered another savage thrust down in to her. Then, taking me by surprise, Dana lifted her legs, grinning up at me as she grabbed her ankles. Spreading them wide, and way back above her head, her face suffused with a lust induced ferocity, she snarled "Now you bastard, do it, really fuck me!"

Slamming in a downward thrust, I buried myself in Dana's utterly exposed ass. Our eyes met. So, maybe we were staring in to one another's erotic souls as I went right on pile-driving thrusts down in to her. I stopped long enough to ask "Is this what you had in mind?"

Dana, who was breathing even harder than I was, still managed a nod, and a panted "Yes, definitely yes!"

Dana made a grab for her loudly purring silver bullet, but I caught her hands. I pinned them above her head, ignored a mock pouty lip, and got back to the enjoyable business of delivering on the ass fucking I had promised. I pumped in slow deep thrusts, building speed until I was damn near jack hammering them in and out of her. Deprived of her orgasm inducing vibrator, Dana began to vamp it up. Sounding like she was working from a porno's XXX-Rated script, she exhorted me on with her enthusiastically delivered lines. She kept up that teasing rant, and really, I tried to listen! Except, about half way through it, I got distracted, preoccupied with the important job of pumping her ass full of cum. Still, considering the telltale way she was breathing, and what with the way spasms rippled through her anal tunnel as it convulsed around my cum spewing cock, I wondered if she had just managed to talk herself in to a genuine orgasm.

Dana squirmed, but with her hands still pinned above her head, I captured my first kiss of the night. She returned that kiss with a lip crushing intensity, continuing to thrash as she tried vainly to free her hands. And after a second kiss, she pleaded "OK already, come on, how about you let a poor girl get cleaned up!"

I freed her hands, listening to Dana laugh as she wriggled out from under me. I told her that I would wait for her out on the balcony. And after a quick clean up, that's where I headed.

It was late enough that I wasn't worried about nosey neighbors. I was enjoying the cool night air, when I heard Dana's approach. I should have turned around; but then, it probably wouldn't have saved me. Anyway, I heard her sit something on the table, but didn't look around. Dana wrapped her arms around my waist, nuzzling my ear as she whispered "Want to try something I've never done before lover?"

I would have answered her with an eager "Damn straight," but I was too busy panicking! No way could I have missed it, she was wearing that strap-on, and there was six inches of thick rubber penis nestled in the crack of my ass. And, while she purred a questioning "Well lover," in to my ear, she was practically dry-humping my poor ass. Then, she made me an offer I just couldn't refuse. "Come on Bob, a big macho guy like you wouldn't be afraid of a little-bitty cock," she purred in to my ear, the flicking tip of her tongue holding my attention. "I wasn't going to," she told me. "But if you say yes, and well, take it like a man...ooh, oh God, I'll spend the night!" And as if that wasn't inducement enough, she clinched it with a snickery "Uh-huh, and you can do anything you want to with me...anything at all!"

It didn't surprise me that Dana wanted to see what it was like from the other side of a hard cock; I just hadn't been expecting it! And while I wasn't precisely an anal virgin, I had never tried anything as over the top as getting my ass invaded by a ballsy hottie with six fat inches of hard rubber cock strapped to her. But I turned to face her, our penis's dueling as I foolishly declared "Bring it on bitch!"

Yeah, that worked! At least it left a jubilant Dana pumping a fist in the air. And when she finished prancing around, she handed me the bottle of lube, and ordered me to lube her up. There's just something about a woman sporting a strap-on. I've seen it in my store, with customers and employees alike. Just let them strap-on, and suddenly they go all macho, strutting around preening as they flaunt their rubber phallus. And Dana was just like all the rest!

I reached around her, running my lube loaded hand up and down Dana's six-incher, listening to her suck in quick little breath. Then, and admittedly looking hotter than Hell, she strutted like a rooster. I waited, and eventually she got around to ordering "Oh this is going to be such fun! So...aah, how about you grab your ankles!"

Thinking, don't think so, I grabbed the balcony rail, legs spread, and feeling exceedingly vulnerable. And well...Dana gave as good as she got! She got off on playing the dominant, fucking me, and making me beg for more. My fired-up playmate even stopped, treated my poor abused ass to a nasty little spanking, and then went right back to banging six inches of rubber cock in and out of me. And then, when she noticed that I was sporting an erection, she laughed loud enough to have wakened the entire neighborhood. But she gave me a sweet reach-around, still rocketing thrusts in to me as her furiously pumping fist sent a geyser of cum splashing on to the patio below. Then, for my final humiliation, I got to kneel, under orders, effusively thanking her as I unfasten her harness. And, it was while I was off cleaning up that I had an inspiration.

First, I spent a few interesting moments fantasizing; and then, I buckled on that strap-on harness. That fat rubber six inch cock fit nicely, jutting about an inch above my contribution to that strange duet. Dana was downstairs in the kitchen, mixing herself another cocktail. I couldn't wait to see her reaction. But, not wanting to look like a dork, before setting out, I put a hand to work, and made sure my cock jutted out past its rubber neighbor.

Dana got as far as "Oh my God, no way, I'm not...," before her voice trailed off, and her eyebrows shot up. She even managed to splutter out "Wait, are you serious," before she went practically hysterical with laughter.

I grabbed the beer she had waiting on the counter, took a big swallow, and tried to look affronted. My plan involved giving her a choice, either she could go to her knees, or bend over and grab her ankles. I never got the chance, I was still reaching for that beer, and already Dana was down on her knees, one fist wrapped securely around seven-inches of live cock, and her lips snugged around six inches of black rubber. In my book, there's not much better than getting a blowjob, especially while enjoying a cold brew. Only, all I was getting to do was watch!

My poor frustrated cock ordered me to threaten her with a spanking; so, I did! She looked up at me with wide eyes, feigning an innocence she certainly didn't own. And then, with a snickering giggle she swooped down, and swallowed that damn rubber cock whole. And not that it made me feel any better about it; but still, if I'd been that rubber cock, pretty quickly I would have been squirting streams of hot cum down her throat. Instead, I slipped my hands in to her hair, gently lifted her head, watching six inches of glistening black rubber slip out of her mouth. Then, with the way cleared, I jammed the head of my cock against her pouty lips. I was looking down, all set to watch my cock slide through Dana's lips, but the sight of that damn rubber cock poking up between her eyes cracked me up. And then, we were both laughing hard, and the next thing I knew, she was standing. She grabbed my cock, pressing herself against me as she said " Come on lover, I haven't had a taste of real cock all night!"

Dana pulled me up the stairs, and practically shoved me down on the bed. I watched as she crawled up beside me, kicked back, and settled my hands under my head. Dana paused, feigning confusion, a cock secured in each fist, unable to restrain a giggle as she asked "What, I'm supposed to suck the big one...right?"

Soft sounds of pleasure rumbling in her throat, Dana stretched out perpendicular to me, one hand cradling my balls, the other wrapped snuggly around a still wetly glistening length of black rubber. She kissed the head of my cock, gliding her velvety soft lips over it, and collecting the taste of precum. Then, she closed those soft lips over it and started to swallow. Her lips were snugged around the throbbing base of my cock's shaft, when she gave me a sharp nip. And she was off, her lips rocketing up and down my cock's full length. With something more interesting than merely cuming in her mouth in mind, no way was I about to let her actually suck me off. So, I was, well doubly pleased, when she abandoned my cock and sucked my balls in to her mouth. And, when she began to softly suckle my balls, at the same time jacking off my cock's artificial prosthetic neighbor, I thought, hey, she's multi-tasking!

With Dana seemingly locked in to that double your pleasure, double your fun thing, I figured it was time to offer her a ride on my double treat. Except, Dana began to make like a bobble-head doll, bobbing her head, working back and forth, driving the head of my cock in to her throat, and then quickly exchanging it for a fat black rubber one. And well, I decided to just watch for a while. Besides I had some logistics to work out.

What concerned me the most was having another go at Dana's curvaceous ass. But then, I had also been looking forward to seeing that black rubber cock push in to that ass, plunging deep, and sliding out of sight. I considered having her straddle me. And with her facing away from me, it might have been a little awkward, but it would have worked. With me an inch deep in her vagina, I could have guided six inches of thick black rubber cock, maneuvering its head in to position against her ass's opening. And in my mind, she would have given a little bounce, sliding downward, filling herself with a pair of cocks separated by only a thin membrane. And as hot as just the thought of watching Dana ride a foot of hard cock was, it wasn't quite what I had in mind! And having already taken her on her knees, that was out. Then, remembering the balcony, I thought about ordering her to bend over and grab her ankles. I might have gone with that, if I hadn't noticed the chaise longue.

Decision made, I waited until Dana's lips were closing over the head of my cock. Then, I reached out, and pushed her head down. I held it down, waited a beat, and then asked "Hey baby, have you ever done a double penetration?"

I wasn't sure if it was a nod or a shake of her head; and just then, I didn't much care! And Dana still wasn't in any position to answer, when I challenged her with a teasing "So, how about you be a good girl, maybe bend over the chaise longue...uh-huh, and let me drive!"

I figure it was that good girl crack that got me flipped off. But, she was laughing, and even that bit of insubordination didn't stop her from scrambling in to position. I asked her what was so funny, and she told me "You owe me lover; I was betting I wasn't going to get that ride!"

Ultimately, I paid the price, but that was a couple of weeks down the road. And that's a story for another day; and anyway, I'm not quite finished with this one!

While I hurriedly lubed up, Dana taunted me by wagging her ass, and rather sarcastically insisting "Hurry, come on lover, yeah, hurry up, one of you isn't going to last all night!"

Dana was right, and being right earned my smartass playmate a second helping. But before that, I got to pop about an inch of my cock in and out of her, while watching the head of that rubber cock nudged a well lubricated asshole. An impatient Dana drove her hips back, driving half that black cock in to her ass. I pulled out, slapped her ass, and reminded her that I was driving. She made a rude noise; otherwise I might have taken my time. Instead, with a well-aimed lunge, I fed a squealing Dana a solid foot of cock. Dana squeaked "Oh God, I'm so full...wow!"

That's nice, I thought. And baby, your cunt's feeling tight as a glove! Tight is good. Better is slipping seven inches of hard cock through a molten tunnel of convulsing vagina, while an ass filling rubber cock is ramping up the tightness rating. Super was watching that rubber cock slip in and out of Dana's asshole, while I drove one ass slapping thrust after another in to her vagina. And when I picked up the tempo, Dana reached for her clit. It was almost a déjà vu moment. Except of course, in my office during our first hook-up, the only thing inside Dana when her finger triggered an orgasmic moment was my vagina filling cock. Still, just like that night, Dana was bent over, one hand reaching back, her trigger finger busy as she screamed "More, more...yeah, fuck me!" But at least her frantic "Harder...give it to me harder...oh God, you bastard," was original!

I was all for that, and did as ordered. I hammered thrusts in to Dana, filling her with a foot of hard cock with every single one of them. She was panting yeses, her vagina beginning to spasm, squeezing around my cock as orgasmic waves surged through her. And she didn't appear in any hurry to stop, but suddenly I was!

Forget coming together, I ripped my cock out of her vagina, which of course freed up her asshole. So naturally, I immediately reoccupied that wickedly tight bit of my still orgasmic playmate's anatomy. No way was I going to cum anywhere, except deep in Dana's ass. And, I was just in time too. I'd just barely slammed my cock in past her asshole when I blasted loose what felt like a solid stream of cum. So, while I hammered in one hard driving stroke after another, most of them accompanied by another explosion of cum, Dana's screams alerted the neighbors to her second round of orgasms.

Only, I was sporting a spare cock, and ready to serve up seconds. So, in went that ready to go back up cock. And then, for a while anyway, it went in and out with rapid regularity. Well at least it did until Dana's frantic "No more, oh you pig, enough already," had me slamming on the brakes!

Dana declared "I'm a fucking mess!" Then she shot me a pouty-lipped glare that clearly said it was all my fault, and made a dash for the bathroom screaming "Shower!" Surprising the Hell out of me, she stopped long enough to issue an invitation. "Oh Hell, I'm spending the night, right," she reminded me. "So what the fuck lover, want to wash my back?"

Act four: Catch as catch can



Dana's back was against the wall, and I held the firm half- moons of her tight round ass snugged securely in my hands. The shower continued to pound us with a steamy needle sharp spray. Both of us were breathing in gasps, my cum drained cock already beginning to soften, when Dana began to giggle. And of course I just had to ask "What, didn't I fuck you hard enough?"

Dana continued to giggle, but finally managed to sputter out "Ooh no! I mean, ooh yeah, you do hard, good, ooh, real good!"

Uh-huh, and I heard the unspoken "But" at the end of that welcome bit of praise. I just wasn't expecting what came next. "Confession time," Dana announced. And that's when I discovered that Dana had a live-in girlfriend of the lesbian persuasion. "But hey," Dana had declared. "She likes me hooking-up with guys...really!" Then, she confessed that what her girlfriend Sarah really liked was going down on her, while she told her in explicit, vivid detail all about her latest hook-up.

I took Dana's confession in stride; after all, as I told my young playmate "Cool, my wife Jodi and I love swapping stories too; and for sure, it usually winds-up with us getting inter-active!"

After our up against the wall shower fuck and confessional, showered and refreshed, we headed downstairs for a late night snack. Dana was sitting in my lap. Actually, she was impaled on my revitalized cock, and feeding me strawberries when she asked "Aah...just wondering...but aah, well shit Bob, how many guys does it take before it counts as a gangbang?"

I didn't know quite what to say, so I just told her the first thing that popped in to my head. "I'm going with four," I told her. "There should be at least four guys, because there needs to be at least one guy watching!"

No way was I going to ask, and when I didn't Dana finally admitted that Sarah had been hinting around about a gangbang more and more frequently. "Hell I'm up for it...I guess," she announced, her vagina squeezing around my cock as she giggled. Then, she told me "I mean, the most I've ever been with, well, at the same time...aah, on the same night anyway, is two guys! And oh God, Sarah would totally lose it if I actually pulled off a real gangbang!"




Encounters on the Erotic Side



Well yeah, I thought, happy to volunteer "Well...any time you're up for giving it a go, just say the word; because, oh yeah, I can make it happen!"

It was a couple of weeks later when Dana called. And after casually telling me "I want to do it," we settled a few ground rules and set a date.

I invited a gang of buddies over to watch a little Sunday football. I had promised the guys a surprise, hinting at its being something sexual. And because a couple of them had attended the poker game, where Jodi had provided the risqué entertainment, serving up a whole lot more than beer and pretzels, I had to tell them she wouldn't be there. I didn't tell them who would be, or that she would be bringing along her live in lesbian chaperon.

Brian, my bar owning buddy, and occasional playtoy of Jodi's showed up first. Woody and Phil, guys I have known since high school showed up next. Mike and Steve arrived together, and were pool-playing buddies I knew from Brian's bar. And that meant there were five guys ganging up on me, curious and wanting to hear about my promised entertainment. And seeing as how they were ignoring the game anyway, I gave in. At first all I told them was that I knew this chick, and that she was curious about being the center-piece in a gangbang. And of course with their appetites wetted, they wanted details; which, I let them coax out of me!

I told them her name was Dana, and that I had partied with her twice, and that one of those times had been a threesome with Jodi. "She's a fox," I told them. "She's got great tits, with these big, dark, and super-sensitive nipples! And oh fuck, she's got this totally ripped body...plus, she's a blonde!!" Afraid they would start drooling, what I didn't tell them was that she had just about the hottest looking snatch I had ever seen, that it was shaved bare and sported an awesomely accessible, plus-sized clitoris!

The anticipation was building, so, I told my increasingly dubious buddies "Trust me, she'll show; and I promise, Dana likes to play nasty!" Then, figuring what the Hell, I told them why I was so certain Dana would show. And after telling them about her candid confessions, I pretty much had to tell them Sarah would be tagging along. So, after telling them to "Chill," I told them that she was only going to be a spectator, making it clear that she expected to have a front row seat for all the action.

The first quarter was winding down, and the guys were getting anxious. The doorbell rang, and you could have heard a pin drop, well that's if the announcer hadn't been blathering on. Anyway there were five guys trying hard to look cool as I led Dana and Sarah in to the den. I doubt if anyone even noticed Sarah. Looking about seventeen, Dana was decked out in an almost see thru purple jersey that barely concealed anything, and stopped just below her boobs in any case. Then, there was the big neon pink sixty-nine emblazoned on its back, just above the legend, I will, if you will. She was wearing black silk shorts. They clung provocatively to her ass's curves, and actually managed to cover most of it! And Sarah? Well, she wasn't unattractive, and there appeared to be a pretty nice body under a pair of loose fitting jeans and an equally baggy sweatshirt.

Introductions were made, and a surprisingly cheery Dana immediately volunteered to fetch drinks. And while Dana was busy at the bar, I wandered over and told Sarah that the guys knew the rules, which were pretty simple. "Anything goes, up to the moment Dana says stop," I told her.

Sarah laughed, shaking her head and murmuring "Uh-huh, Dana actually say stop...not likely! And I nodded when she asked, and they know that whatever goes down had to go down right here...right?"

It was almost halftime and Dana had made the rounds, parking her hot little ass on one lap after another, stopping long enough to get kissed, get groped, and to do a little groping of her own. Except, before giving me a turn, she detoured over to where Sarah sat. She might as well have been one of the guys. They shared a hot looking kiss, did a bit of groping, and a bit of whispering, and then Dana bounced to her feet. It was my turn, and long before my kiss wound down, and unlike my unexpectedly shy buddies, my hands were up under that barely there purple jersey. And, I had a pair of rock hard nipples trapped, each pinched between a thumb and forefinger. I was administering gentle little tugs, and Dana responded with a breathy "Ooh, ooh, ooh!" Then, she was whispering in my ear, telling me "I just told Sarah that I told all your buddies that I was going to get them off during halftime! Only they don't know I told them all the same thing...hot huh?" And I was thinking, yeah, when she said "Yeah well, Sarah wants them naked! I mean, Jesus, she actually wants to see their fucking dicks! Fine, except that's never going to happen, not with her sitting there dressed!" And then, the usually boldly confident Dana, sounding unsure asked "What do I do?"

"Chill baby," I told her. "For starters, if you're naked, trust me, they'll never notice what Sarah is or isn't wearing!"

That was as far as I got, before Dana cut me off, with a relieved sounding "Ooh yeah, never mind!" I got kissed, and then a giggling Dana was tonguing my ear as she whispered "Yeah panic, who me, not little Miss Cool!"

Hopping off my lap, Dana strutted out in to the middle of the room. She was all sass and bravado, gone was the pouty-lipped teenager of our first hook-up. Dana stood there, hands on her hips, making eye contact as she declared "Well, Bob told me you boys weren't shy...but, I'm beginning to wonder!" No one said anything, Dana nodded, and I guess you could say she cut straight to the chase with her brazenly explicit "Uh-huh, well right now I'm in the mood to suck some cock! Oh, and I'm going to want to be fucked...ooh, you boys can count on that! Except, just so you know, if you're not naked, you're not going to be fucking this girl!"

After dropping her bombshell, Dana got down to business. And seeing as how Dana was an athlete, it shouldn't have surprised me that she knew how to dance. But it did, just not as much as finding out that she could dance real, real dirty! The game was still on, but when she began to swirl and twirl around the floor, I grabbed for the remote and brought up some music. She worked it, utterly shameless as she did a bump and grind, sliding her hands up under her jersey, playing with her tits, but never quite baring them. Then she was dancing right in front of Sarah, slowly rotating her hips as she began to tease her shorts down. She stopped with those shorts baring half her ass, hands planted on her hips as she looked down at her girlfriend. To a chorus of hoots and whistles, Sarah reached out, tugged one side of Dana's shorts down, tugged down the other side, sitting back as those silky shorts slid down Dana's long muscular legs. Dana kicked them away, before leaning forward, arms around her lover's neck as she kissed her. With her legs spread wide apart, Dana was already offering up a tantalizing look at a bare, and exceptionally fine looking bit of pussy. But, making sure everyone got a real good look; Sarah reached around, using both hands to spread her lover's sex wide, one finger lightly stroking her clearly visible clit.

Dana spun away, laughing as she danced out in to the middle of the room. She stopped, naked from the waist down, slowly letting her eyes roam over her audience. Then, after a nod and a barely audible "oh fuck, here goes," with a whoop, she yanked her purple top up and off over her head. There was a husky, almost breathless quality to her voice, when she declared "Here's the deal guys," stopping to swing that jersey around her head, before leaving a few mouths hanging open with her "first off, this is a gangbang, so don't be shy! Uh-huh, and the first one of you guy's to make me cum gets to keep this as a souvenir!"

It was just luck, but Brian scored that jersey. It's still on display at his bar, hanging among the constellation of left behind panties. And sometimes he lets Jodi wear it; and usually, she winds up having to live up to the legend printed below the big number sixty-nine.

Dana glanced up at the TV. Everyone else's eyes were on her. I checked, and watched the game clock counting down the final seconds of the half. Dana looked around, caught Woody's eye, and with a nod started across the room. She walked over to where he leaned against the bar, glanced up at the TV, where the game clock read fifteen seconds. "I wouldn't want to...aah, get called for off-sides, so maybe you could pour me a shot of something strong?"

Woody grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniel's, and managed to pour a shot. He handed it to a grinning Dana. And seeing as how gawking at a naked Dana beat the Hell out of the halftime show, everyone was watching as she took a tentative sip; grimaced, and then downed the rest in one gulp.

The game clock came up zeroes, and without a word, Dana sank to her knees. Down came the zipper of woody's jeans, and in slid Dana's hand. But she stopped, glanced over to where Sarah watched, grinning as she reached for Woody's belt. And she was still tugging down his jeans when her lips closed over the head of his thick cock. He wasn't particularly long, but he was still going to be a mouthful, which, by the time Dana's head had bobbed for a third time it was. She never laid a hand on him, didn't even grab his ass when he reached for her head, and began to aggressively pop his full length in and out of her mouth. It looked good, Woody's fat, wetly glistening cock plunging through Dana's lips, next stop, her throat. And apparently it felt pretty good too, because pretty damn quick Woody was exhorting her on with an eager "Oh baby...oh yeah...now, yeah now baby!"

Maybe Woody didn't get any hand action, but Mike and Steve, Dana's next targets definitely did. And as soon as they had spotted her heading their way, both of them had hurriedly pulled their cocks out. From the look in her eyes as she knelt between them, a hard cock wrapped up tight in each fist, I figured it was her first time working with two cocks at the same time. Anyway, both those guys looked ready to cum, even before she dipped her head and began to run a flicking tongue up and down Steve's cock. She stopped jacking-off Mike, needing both hands to unbuckle and unbutton Steve's jeans. Mike was already hurriedly shucking clothes by the time Dana push Steve's pants aside, reached in, and then slipped his entire package out. Dana stopped licking Steve's balls, and making sure everyone heard it told Mike "Do it, yeah fuck me...ooh, only you just better be planning to blow your load in my mouth buster!"

I didn't think that was quite what Mike had in mind, but obviously it was what Steve had on his. Because, the normally quiet guy was bucking his hips up, helping her rocket her lips up and down. But, that didn't stop him from egging her on by repeatedly bellowing "Suck my cock!" And by the time he was growling a hoarse "Oh fuck," his buddy was actually balls deep in the daring hottie about to swallow his load. In fact, it looked to me like it was Mike's rapid-fire thrusts propelling Dana's head up and down his buddy's obviously cum spewing cock.

I saw Dana glance up at the TV, checked my watch, and called out "Yo baby, you've got about twenty minutes...better get busy!"

I got flipped off, and Mike got ordered to park his ass back on the sofa. And he did, just in time to pump most of a massive load of cum in to Dana's waiting mouth. Although, there was cheering when Dana missed her timing, and one rather sizeable glob of the white stuff splashed across her face. And until I heard Sarah clapping as she laughed, I had forgotten she was even there.

Dana shot Sarah the bird, and then began to look around. Brian was sitting on the arm of Sarah's chair. I figured my smooth talking buddy had been chatting her up, of course while they had been watching Dana score numbers two and three. That gave me an idea. So, before Dana could move on to number four, I collected her. I didn't tell her what I had in mind, just led her over to where Sarah and Brian sat watching our approach. Brian stood up, watching as I sat on a suddenly wide-eyed Sarah's lap. Then, I told Dana "Bend over baby, spread them," and start sucking!"

"You're up buddy," I told a wickedly grinning Brian.

Sarah had a front row seat, and Brian had eight and a half inches of hard cock, according to Jodi anyway, tunneling in and out of her girlfriend. Of course, she had an even better view of her girlfriend's bobbing head, and the hard cock sliding through her lips. Dana played the showoff, repeatedly driving her lips down over the head of my cock, and on downwards, plunging it deep in to her throat. Then, and I figured, being sure her girlfriend had caught her well-practiced move, accompanied by the appropriate wet popping sounds, she began to rapidly pop the head of my cock in and out of her mouth. That move allowed her to grab a fistful of cock; which she did, while trying to sneak a snaking hand back between her wide-spread legs. Busted, Sarah told her "Girlfriend, if you're thinking about getting yourself off...well then, you just better have a big old mouthful of cock when you do!"

Dana shot her a look, one that I figured said, fuck you! And then, she glanced back over a shoulder and told Brian "Fuck me...ooh yeah, fuck me hard!"

Dana's fist was rocketing up and down my cock, and Brian was definitely giving her that harder thing she had so insistently demanded. Her panted oohs were audible over the rhythmic slap of Brian impacting her ass. And then, she was chanting "Oh God." That left me wondering if just maybe, I could time it so she would be trying to scream, actually climaxing around a throat full of cum. Only, I'm pretty sure she was already mid-orgasmic when I reached for her head. I got an assist from a snickering Sarah, and together we pushed Dana's head down, burying the head of my cum erupting cock deep in her throat. Four down, and Brian, who had just scored himself that purple jersey, was obviously working hard to bang out number five.

Woody, Steve, and Mike had abandoned the cheap seats and were rooting from the sidelines. Brian growled "Oh fuck, I like this girl's pussy!" Then, he yanked his pussy saturated cock out of Dana, and cracked a vicious swat off her ass. Moving fast, he stepped around so he was standing beside her. And he didn't waste any time in pulling her head around, or in driving his big cock in to her open mouth. A few quick hip thrusts and he was yelling "Yeah baby, better start swallowing!"

Dana must have gulped down most of what Brian pumped in past her lips, but not quite all of it! Nope, and it looked like there was a freaking river of the stuff squirting out of her mouth. Brian stepped back, a huge smile on his face as he looked down at Dana, who was wearing his cum like lipstick, a smeary mess of it decorating her chin. I heard my buddy's animated commentary. There was an "Oh fuck", a "Fuck me," a "No way," and the obligatory "Oh shit!" And that was even before Sarah reached out, scooped up a double finger load of cum, and then pushed the gooey mess in to her girlfriend's mouth. Dana sucked those fingers clean, looking straight in to Sarah's eyes as she did.

Dana's score was five, leaving only Phil. And he was ready, his pants down around his ankles, his uncircumcised prick standing at attention, and a glistening bit of precum standing out on its barely visible head. He was leaning against the pool table, when Dana squatted in front of him. It looked to me as if she wanted to play around with something new and exotic, but the clock and an impatient Phil changed her mind. Phil didn't actually get a blowjob. What happened was that He got off, and Dana got her mouth fucked, seriously fucked! And I couldn't help thinking, Phil old buddy, you better be prepared to fuck her pussy like that, or you're going to wind up on the ladies shit list! But then, maybe Dana exacted a bit of payback, when she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. But then, at least it was the fool's own cum Dana's tongue ladled in to his mouth. Well, at least that's what I had been hoping she was up to!

I was impressed, the second half hadn't started yet, and Dana was chasing a six-pack of cum with another shot of Jack. Jodi could have done it, and when she found out Dana had, I wondered how long it would be before she shattered our young cocksuckers record.

Following Brian's lead, the rest of the guys, including me had stripped down. And Dana wasn't the only girl checking out the equipment, just the only one naked! Brian led Dana back over to where Sarah waited. A playful slap to her ass, and our pouty-lipped playmate was once again bent over, legs spread wide, this time with her elbows braced on the arm of Sarah's chair. Her ass was poised, her sex utterly and inescapably accessible!

Dana looked back over a shoulder, sucking in a sharp breath and squeaking "Oh shit...ooh, I'm gonna get fucked," as she realized a line had formed. It wasn't much of a line, but Woody headed it, and Mike and Steve were right behind him, which considering they were both sporting hard-ons should have had him worried!

Murmuring "Wow, that's some tasty looking pussy," Woody clamped his hands around Dana's hips. Then, with one lunging hip thrust, he buried himself balls deep in Dana's prize worthy pussy. And actually he fucked her as if the clock was ticking and he was running out of time!

Woody shifted positions slightly, and powered a flurry of thrusts more or less up in to Dana. She cried "Like that Woody, oh God yes, fuck me!"

Woody had apparently enjoyed that rapid-fire flurry of twisting upward jabs, because they left him grunting an explosive "I'm cuming!"

Woody slipped out of her, gave her ass a half-hearted smack, and waved Mike forward. Mike stepped aside, and let Steve go first, which was maybe just a little bit weird. Anyway, Steve was up, and like Woody before him he latched on to Dana's hips.

Sarah was petting Dana, her fingers stroking her hair as Steve gently pushed in to her girlfriend. He was so freaking tentative, he reminded me of a guy afraid he was about to blow his load prematurely. But then, he was looking down, staring hard at where the head of his cock reentered her, with every one of his under-powered thrusts. And when a clearly frustrated Dana called out "Hard, come on really fuck me," Steve finally got with the program. And after a handful of rapid-fire jabs, a couple of grunts alerted us to the fact that deep inside Dana, Steve was happily pumping out a load of cum. Then, breaking tradition, he slipped out of her, without bothering to give her perfectly positioned, perfect ass a smack!

Not at all shy, Mike did, giving Dana a walloping swat both coming and going. And in-between he banged his stubby cock in and out of her with a jack-hammering ferocity. For that fuck, Dana skipped the harder's, panting out oohs as she triggered her clit with a solitary finger. She climaxed twice, before Mike cried out "yeah baby!" And then, laughing like a loon, he pulled out, stroking his cock, and spraying cum all over a giggling Dana's ass.

While Dana was off cleaning up, Sarah asked me if we could move the party upstairs. And seeing as how no one was paying the slightest attention to the game, I agreed!

Act five: Piling on



Sarah led her girlfriend Dana, the center piece in the ongoing gangbang in to the master bedroom. My buddies, including me, a gang of six were all present and accounted for. Brian was stretched out in the middle of the bed, with, according to him anyway, nine inches of hard cock standing proud. My wife Jodi claims it's only eight and a half inches, and she should know!




Encounters Pt. 01



This is a story about getting what you want, even if you have to pay for the opportunity. I will warn, it's a slow build as I wanted to explore the details and honestly I lost myself in the journey for a bit. It is also Part One as when you have the chance to make your fantasies come true you take the time to savour the experience. Anyway, as always I'm interested in positive feedback and thoughts.

Usual Stuff: This is not based on any specific person or situation, any similarity it has to anything is purely accidental and unintentional. 

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The knock at the door sent Eric's pulse racing, his nerves fluttering like proverbial butterflies in his stomach. He'd never done anything like this; he'd never paid for sex. Sure, he'd thought about it - hell, he'd thought about it hundreds of times. But, he'd never actually taken that step and done it - something had always held him back. He wasn't sure if it was the stigma of prostitution, all the arguments about objectification of women and all that; though, honestly he doubted it. He considered most of those arguments hypocritical, as far as he was concerned a woman of consenting age had the right to choose what she could do with her body; and if that included using it to make money, then so be it. No, when he really thought about it, he'd simply been afraid, afraid of the potential consequences. Afraid that in his relatively conservative North American culture if he were caught hiring such a lady it would muck up what was honestly a pretty good life... especially if it ever came out exactly what he was looking for. As he had been incredibly embarrassed to admit, even to himself, his tastes at times weren't vanilla. In fact, his tastes couldn't even be categorized as Neapolitan. 

No, Eric had, what could only be described as a large bump of curiosity, and the exploration of sex and fetish had always thrilled and fascinated him. He might not like all thirty-one flavours, but damn it, he wanted to try them all. He'd joked with lovers for years that his fetish was fetish. 

The knock at the door came again. 

He realized with a start that he'd gotten lost in his own musings and hurried to the door to answer it. He chastised himself, it wasn't good to leave a lady waiting - whether you were paying for it or not, some things just weren't done.

Doing his best to calm his nerves, he opened the door and was immediately left speechless by the woman waiting there. Dressed in a black pencil skirt, black stockings and heels, and a deep red silk blouse she looked the part of a businesswoman - a stunningly beautiful businesswoman with dark slightly wavy hair that reached down her back, startling blue eyes and a lipstick that complimented the blouse, but a businesswoman all the same. She gave Eric a warm smile. 

"May I come in?" she asked softly, and Eric blushed crimson. 

"Oh, sorry," he apologized nervously as he moved to let her pass. "Please."

In her heels she was a touch taller than he was and she held his eyes as she stepped inside. The faint scent of vanilla reached him as she passed and he inhaled deeply. Either her shampoo or her body spray, regardless, he loved it. Closing the door, he turned to watch her cross the room, his attention captured by the sway of her hips and ass as she walked. The skirt stretched tightly over her bottom was an erotic pleasure all its own. Reaching the bed, she turned and sat. A small smile on her face as she crossed her stocking clad legs, all the while watching his mesmerized gaze. 

"So," she finally said, her voice had a slightly musical tone to it he noticed. "What are we getting up to tonight?"

Her question snapped Eric out of his reverie and he blushed even deeper.

"Wow, given that reaction, this will be interesting," she teased him playfully. "Don't worry sweetie, it takes a lot to surprise me."

Eric shifted uncomfortably for a moment before sitting at the hotel room's desk, swiveling the chair towards his guest and taking a deep breath to steady himself. 

"Alright," he began and then paused. "I'm sorry I don't even know your name, I'm Eric."

She laughed and shook his outstretched hand. "Wasn't sure if you wanted to name me," she replied. "Some do."

"No, that's fine," he answered, enjoying the softness of her hand in his. "Whatever name you'd like."

"In that case, I usually go by Rebecca."

Eric repeated the name to himself. "I like it."

"Okay, Rebecca," he continued. "First, as you've likely figured out, I've never done anything like this before. I mean, I've never paid..., I mean hired..., I mean..."

"I get it," Rebecca laughed. "I'm your first, an honour and a pleasure."

Eric smiled back, she was easy to talk to and he found himself beginning to relax. 

"Okay, so the thing is, my tastes are different," he blushed again. "I mean, not sick or anything, well I don't think so... but, maybe... I don't know."

Rebecca moved from the bed to crouch before him, her hand resting on his arm. 

"Relax Eric," she soothed. "I've been at this a while, I doubt anything you'd ask for would shock me."

Eric looked her in the eyes and found understanding and sincerity there. "Okay," he finally replied and she smiled that wonderful smile. "I want to play with you. I want to explore you. I want... I want..." he stood and paced as he spoke. "I want... well, everything I guess."

She watched him for a moment before sitting in the chair he'd just vacated. "Everything huh," she finally replied. "That's a tall order. Okay, a couple of questions."

He sat on the edge of the bed. "Okay?"

"First," she began. "Do you want to hurt me?"

Eric's reflex was to say 'No, of course not' but he paused to consider before answering. "I don't want to really hurt you," he finally began. "But..." he was at a loss for how to explain himself. Thankfully Rebecca came to his rescue. 

"You want to cause some pain, and some of what you want to do might hurt; but, you don't want to cause me any serious pain or lasting damage," she smiled at him. "Does that about cover it?"

Eric found himself nodding. That was exactly it. 

"Our safe word will be orange or if I'm gagged I will tap three times," she explained. "Either of those means enough! Stop immediately! Got it?"

Again Eric nodded. 

"Now then, do you want me submissive or did you want me to dominate you?" One look at Eric's face answered that for her and she laughed. "No, to being dominated, okay."

"And finally," she continued. "If I'm being submissive, did you want me to fight you or be your toy?"

"My toy," Eric answered almost immediately. "The other sounds fun," he added. "But, it doesn't really fit for tonight."

Rebecca nodded her understanding before getting up and drawing the curtains closed. 

"Oh," she added as she crossed the room to lock the door. "I assume it'll just be the two of us?"

Eric swallowed and nodded, and Rebecca smiled back at him.

"Good, I prefer that. Money?"

Eric pulled out the cash they'd agreed on prior to the 'date'. 

"Just put it on the dresser for now," she instructed and he placed the pile of bills next to her purse before turning to face her. 

"Okay, Eric," she announced her hands resting on her hips. "I'm all yours, if you could not damage the clothes that would be great."

All right Eric, he said to himself. Here you go, what you've always wanted, a beautiful woman to explore, play with and do whatever you want to, don't lose your nerve now. 

Getting to his feet he crossed the room to Rebecca and slowly moved behind her. As before he was greeted with the smell of vanilla and he leaned in as he inhaled deeply gently pulling her hair to the side. His fingers lightly slipped along the fabric of her blouse as he encircled her waist. He enjoyed the feel of the silk against his fingertips as he reached for her buttons. Slowly, delicately, he began to unbutton the garment. He fumbled at first as he worked to quiet his nerves but as he moved from button to button his confidence returned. This was real, he realized. This beautiful woman was going to be his toy this evening. 

Making relatively short work of the blouse, he carefully removed it, sliding it gently down her shoulders exposing the black straps of her bra. Looking up at the mirror, his breath caught in his throat as he had his first glimpse of her beautiful breasts supported gently but firmly in the embrace of a black lace bra with a red under layer. The effect was quite lovely as the outer layer of lace was quite delicate and allowed much of the dark red colour to show through. He noticed her watching him in the mirror, a little bemused smile on her face. He gave her one of his own before gently caressing the pale flesh of her collar and chest. With the lightest of touches he ran his fingers across the soft skin and traced the top of the beautiful bra. Rebecca shivered in response to the tickling touch. 

"C?" he guessed, his breath warm against her ear as he spoke. She gave a small nod and murmur, the warmth of his breath bringing goose bumps along her shoulder. He lightly touched the raised flesh with his lips, the softest of kisses while his hands moved down her body to the waist of her skirt. With light fingers he found the button of her skirt, unfastened it and slowly unzipped it. His movements slow and controlled as he savoured all the sensations, committing as much of this night to memory as possible.

Undone, he slipped his thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and slowly began to move it down her hips, crouching as he followed the garment's progress until it fell to the floor. Her panties, a thong that framed her ass magnificently, matched her bra, black lace over a deep red while the garter was a simple black lace that complimented the lace in the matched set and connected to what he was certain had to be silk stockings. He couldn't resist the desire to run his hands along those long beautiful legs as he slipped those silky stockings off.

Stripping the rest of her lingerie from her body, Eric stepped back to enjoy the beautiful form on display. Rebecca's skin was a pale milky tone that caused Eric's pulse to race. Free from the bra, her perky breasts had just the slightest sag as gravity had begun to exert its control over them. Her waist narrowed wonderfully and he couldn't help but imagine what she'd look like in a corset. Maybe next time, he decided. Her bush was neatly trimmed, but definitely present and matched the colour of the hair on her head. She smiled warmly when his eyes met hers and he felt his cheeks warm. 

Laying her back on the bed he joined her, he ran his fingers lightly over her smooth skin. The sensation of the soft flesh under his sensitive fingers sent a shiver through his body. Her own little shiver told him that he might be tickling with his feather light touches and he pressed a touch harder. Raising her arms above her head stretched her lean body and his fingers continued to survey her body. He was intrigued with the texture change from the soft smooth skin of her inner arm to the slight stubble of her underarms. Moving in close, he inhaled the fragrance of her body - a combination of vanilla body spray, deodorant, and her own personal musk. The scent bordered on the intoxicating and Eric found himself stiffening in response. 

The first soft kiss on her skin was barely a whisper of a touch and she shivered, goose bumps rising. Eric kissed again and again, slowly moving along her side as his hand stroked across her stomach and up to her breasts. These he cupped one after the other with firm but gentle pressure on each beautiful globe. 

Alternating between kissing and tasting and using his hands to lead the way, he worked his way down her body. His fingers explored the soft pale skin before his mouth followed to taste and tease. As he caressed down along her inner thigh he was aware of a change in her skin's temperature, the flesh seeming to grow warmer the further he went. Unconsciously, she parted her legs to give him better access and it took all his self-restraint to resist the urge to plunge right into her. Instead, he teased his fingers through that perfectly trimmed pubic hair noting its texture and feel - even though the colour matched, this hair was thicker than the fine strands on her head. He played and teased and he could tell by her motions that she wanted him to go further, cruelly he refused. Instead he tormented and teased as he built up her arousal.

Spreading her legs further, Eric knelt between them. Rebecca's sex was exposed to his hungry gaze as he visually explored every bit of that wonderful sight - her labia was full, the lips engorged with anticipation. Bringing her knees up, he was able to follow the line of her slit down to the dark, puckered rosebud of her sphincter. Finally, after his eyes had drunk deeply of the visual ambrosia that lay before him, he leaned in to take his first taste of her. His tongue teased across the puffed lips of her labia - a soft moan escaped her lips as it did. More confident, he delved deeper - his tongue pressing into the folds of that soft flesh bringing him the salty sweetness of her arousal. 

Tracing those nether lips up, he eventually found his way to the sensitive little nub of her clit. Teasing and playing, her moans made Eric smile. He had a lot more exploring to do, but feeling her grinding her pelvis against his mouth, Eric figured he could reward her for her patience. Switching directions with his tongue made her gasp, her back arching. As he continued to torment that little nub, her breathing became faster and shorter. She moaned again and again, he knew her first climax was close. 

Sucking hard on her clit, he pulled that sensitive flesh into his mouth, his teeth pressing lightly against it. That was all it took to take her over the edge. Her moan morphed into a scream of surprise and pleasure as she stiffened and her hands clawed at the back of his head. She stayed that way as he held the suction, his tongue flickering against her clit, each flick causing a new spasm of pleasure verging on pain.

Eric finally released her, gently letting her collapse back against the bed. Her breathing slowed while Eric caressed her legs. He massaged the large muscles of her thighs and calves as he savoured the post climax moments. 

"Doing alright?" he asked.

She smiled at him, her once perfect hair now mussed from her writhing. "Mmmmmmhmmmm," she murmured and he smiled in return.

"Shall we continue?"

"I'm all yours."

He gently brought her knees back up, spreading her legs wide as he did. 

"Could you hold your knees?" he asked tentatively and she gave him a reassuring smile as she complied. Exposed as she was, Eric had a gorgeous view of Rebecca and the droplets of moisture that seeped from her vagina made him smile. 

He desperately wanted to drink that sweet sparkling liquid, but he resisted. As tempting as it was, he knew that Rebecca wasn't yet recovered enough to find such a tasting pleasurable. Instead he set his attention a bit lower, following the lines of her body down from her vagina to her tight puckered rosebud of her anus. His first taste was tentative and careful, barely a flick of his tongue - he had no idea what to expect or how she might react. The shivers that ran through her body were clear enough, though and he was inspired to continue. His second taste was more lingering and the texture of her skin against his tongue sent a surge through his body that stiffened his cock. Surprisingly, she tasted of arousal and it took a moment for him to realize that he was tasting the juices that had leaked from her during her orgasm. The flavours played across his mouth leaving him hungry for more.

Tossing caution and restraint to the wind, intoxicated on the sweet liquids of her earlier climax, Eric buried his mouth into Rebecca's backside. His tongue lapped and probed to the sound of her contented moans. She especially seemed to enjoy when he plunged deeply into her anus. She'd clearly been expecting the potential for ass play and had cleaned herself thoroughly but still, the faintly earthy flavours reached Eric's taste buds. New to the experience, Eric hadn't known what to expect, hadn't known if the flavour would turn him off or not - it didn't!

It was heady, earthy, exciting and he let his desire overwhelm him. The next few minutes were a blur of licking, probing, tasting and exploring. His hands gripped tightly to her hips as he plunged his tongue deeper and deeper inside. Rebecca moaned in pleasure every time he did. Eric's ministrations worked them both up and he could soon taste fresh juices flowing down from her pussy. Pulling back he moved back up to her vagina and ravaged that slit, driving his tongue deep inside as he scooped out her juice and drank it down. She groaned against him as he violated her and bucked wildly when he finally got back to her clit. 

Eric slipped his fingers deep into Rebecca's pussy, her juices quickly soaking his hand. He finger fucked her roughly for a few moments and she writhed in ecstasy at the treatment. She was nearing another climax. Sucking deeply on her clit, he overwhelmed her senses and used that distraction to slide his finger out of her pussy and into her well-lubed ass. She gasped in surprise as his finger plunged deeply into her and cried out in pleasure as he began to move it. 

Releasing her clit, he plunged his left hand's fingers into her sopping wet pussy and marveled at the feeling of his two hands touching inside of her - only a thin membrane of flesh separating them. His quested, teased and tortured with both hands as she writhed, squirmed and groaned against the bed. He knew she was close to cumming and every one of his movements seemed to send her into space. When his fingers grazed over her g-spot she lost it completely. Crying out, her body spasmed and stiffened, arched and collapsed, locked and released, as her climax took her. It was all Eric could do to keep the pressure on her, to keep hitting those magical buttons, making her climax last longer and longer. Her hands clawed the bed, her nails nearly tearing the bedding, as her eyes rolled back and her mouth locked open in a silent scream. 

He could feel her orgasm beginning to ebb and he cautiously released her. When his fingers cleared her body, she collapsed nearly unconscious onto the bed, a dreamy contented smile on her face. Standing, Eric watched her a moment, committing every detail to memory before finally pulling the comforter across her naked form and letting her rest. 

Stepping away, he picked up the phone and ordered room service. It was going to be a long night and they both were going to need their energy.