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Learning Curve Ch. 01

By: Paris Waterman



Alena hurriedly tore open the letter from home, hoping that her father had sent the check she needed to pay this month's rent. Things hadn't been going well at home. Her mother's cancer had worsened, and her father had lost his job at the plant. Now he made do with part time work and what he called under the table deals to make ends meet.

The second paragraph froze Alena to the words on the page. Her father had had a heart attack. He was home, resting, but there was no money. There had been no money for a while and the bank was foreclosing on the house. They were moving in with her Aunt Tillie (his sister) until things picked up. Alena worriedly ran a hand through her red hair, and continued reading. Mother was the same, but with all the medical bills there was no check to help Alena out. He didn't want her leaving school since the tuition was paid, could she make do by getting a job to help her with the rent and such?

Alena was crying as she folded the letter up after reading it a second time, and then put it away with the other letters from home. 

There was some instant coffee left over from the night before, and she heated it up in the battered microwave, and sipped at it as she dressed for class. Nick would be pissed. She hadn't given him anything last month in hopes that a hefty check from her father would cover that and a few other expenses. Now she was going to be two months behind. 

Had she paid the electric bill? That was her other share in covering the expense of having the off campus apartment. It was in fact $40 a month cheaper to rent the shabby apartment than the cost of a dormitory room. And she got to share it with a guy and not a girl who spent all her time worrying about boys and not studies.

Of course, rooming with Nick meant she could have sex whenever and not have to spend hours hanging out looking for a guy she considered 'safe' at the local café or bar. Sharing the expenses with Nick meant plenty of study time, and it had paid off. She had all 'A's this semester, and was proud of her efforts in that area.

After she had another cry, Alena washed her face and went out to walk the boulevard looking for a shop that had a 'Help Wanted' sign in the window. A half mile from her apartment she found a small shop that sold cheap necklaces and other jewelry. Alena walked in and met with the proprietor, a woman in her forties. Things were going well with the interview until Alena mentioned that she was a student. 

"No, I'm sorry," the woman said, cutting Alena off in mid-sentence. "No students, I'm sorry."

"Why?' Alena asked.

"Those silly schedules you keep with classes at all hours. I need someone who'll be here when they're supposed to be; not someone who can work one morning but not the next. It's too much trouble to keep rescheduling hours. I've tried it and it didn't work. I'm sorry, maybe someone else will take you on."

And that was that. Alena tried three more shops and got similar results, although one shop owner seemed a good possibility, that is, until he rubbed her ass in a friendlier than usual manner and Alena left before he could offer her a job with benefits. That kind of benefits she didn't need. She decided she would look again the following day, and trudged back to the apartment.

Nick was waiting for her, and pulled her into his arms and kissed her while kicking the door closed. Alena squealed delightedly as he licked her lips before nibbling on her lower lip. When she felt his tongue on her lips she opened her mouth to greet it with her own. And as his leg forged between hers, she sucked on his tongue hungrily, and made him groan with want. 

They broke apart and stared at each other for a moment. "The bed's not made. We can't mess it up," she said huskily.

"Good, the couch can't stand another stain," he said, making her laugh. Alena realized it was the first time she'd laughed all day.

With an arm around her waist, Nick turned the stereo down low, and then shuffled the two of them over to the kitchen where he managed to pour them each a glass of cheap red wine. 

They drank wine and danced for a while, rubbing against each other sensuously, until they couldn't stand the mounting tension between any longer. 

Alena gave Nick a long, soft kiss, and began undoing the buttons on his shirt. Nick was very well built, but thin and wiry, not at all bulky. He had soft dark hair on his chest that tapered to a thin sexy line as it dipped into his waistband. 

She kissed his chest, found his flat nipples with her tongue and licked them, knowing it drove him wild. 

When he groaned, Alena's hands started rubbing his chest, arms and back. While Nick's fingers entwined themselves in her hair and he kept his mouth against hers, all the while telling her with sexy words how much he liked it.

Swept away with lust, Alena slowly unbuttoned his trousers, dragging them down both his legs, taking his briefs with them. When his erection sprang out, she gripped it in one hand and dropped to her knees, leaning against his thigh to closely examine his penis. 

Nick groaned and said, "I have to taste you, baby!" Then he shimmied her on top of him until her pussy was level with his mouth. "Oh, these fuckin' panties are in the way," he moaned and viciously tore them off her, leaving her wearing only her well worn brassiere.

He slurped away at her until Alena threw back her head and came, and then he rolled out from under her and knelt above her holding his pulsing cock.

"My turn, Alena," he crowed.

He made his cock jerk, and she shrieked with joy. A moment later she took a tentative lick at the head of his swollen member. 

Nick closed his eyes in bliss when Alena ran her tongue up and down the length of him, while her hands wandered to his balls. Finally, unable to wait any longer, she took a deep breath, and slid him into her mouth. She had a bit of trouble because of his size, but she had practiced the so-called art of blowjobs with Karen, her best friend in high school, graduating to Rudy and Georgie in the backseat of Rudy's Dodge station wagon, late in her senior year. 

As she grew comfortable with Nick's appendage in her throat, Alena wondered who Karen was seeing and blowing these days.

Alena looked up at Nick, watching him as he watched her mouth sucking on him. She discovered that this turned her on even more and she gasped out, "Fuck my mouth, Nick. Fuck it!"

The request appeared to confuse Nick, so Alena explained what she wanted. "Take my head in your hands, hold it still. Then, do whatever feels good."

Nick nodded in understanding and held her face in both hands as he plunged in and out, staring at her mouth the whole time.

Alena's hands were busy on his balls and ass, and it wasn't very long before Nick shuddered and came in her mouth. He kept watching, even as Alena swallowed his hot semen, and then licked him clean. He lay sprawled across the unmade bed while Alena got up and poured them each another glass of wine.

"Did you get the rent money, Alena?"

His words sent a chill down her spine.

"Um, no. My father had a heart attack, he can't work."

"That's too bad. You know I need your share of the rent money. I can't afford it on my own. This is the second month now, Alena. I like you... you know that... but...."

"I'm looking for a job."

"You have a job. You're looking for a second job, then?"

"Yes, or one that pays enough to cover all my expenses."

"Alena, the way things are going you won't be back next semester."

"I will! I just got my mid-term grades. All 'A's." 

He laughed and pulled his briefs back on, using his hand, he settled his package within the briefs and sat down then picked up his wine.

They were silent for a while, and then he broke the quiet, saying, "Look for another place, Alena. I'll find a roomie who has some money to spare. I'll give you a week. Is that fair?"

Alena was stunned. A week! What could she accomplish in a week? No one paid you the first week anyway. She sobbed and left the bedroom to sit on a kitchen stool, crying until she couldn't cry anymore.

*****

Nick was sleeping when Alena left the apartment. She walked for hours until her hunger pangs forced her back to the apartment. He was still sleeping as she foraged for some scraps of left-over's, but found none. Finally in desperation, she opened a can of cat food the woman downstairs had left with her for those times Alena took care of her cat, Kinka, while the woman visited her sister in an adjacent city.

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The following day was filled with classes, so Alena was unable to look for a job until most shops were closed, or closing. She wandered into the college library, reluctant to return to the apartment knowing Nick would want a piece of ass.

She had learned that her liking for him and his supple body had changed overnight. Now she despised him for taking advantage of her, knowing he was going to throw her out.

She found an empty study table, and sat down, opened her laptop and let her fingers fly over the keyboard.

Suddenly she had a thought. Craigslist! 

She called the site up and selected a city about ten miles from the college. Then she began scanning the ads.

WM who loves to satisfy ladies orally and has roses for your garden....fit, fun, clean, DDF....no reciprocation required but not refused.....you need this! 

"Yeech!" Alena gulped and moved on the next advertisement.

Ladies ,you ever want to be handcuffed ,blindfold and dominated in certain ways ,tell me the ways you want to be dominated and maybe i can help you out, and pay you a small fee for your time well spent , weekdays ,late night Handcuffs! 

Not on your life, Alena thought and moved on again.

Recently out of a long term relationship, and I just need to feel the touch of a woman. I am 49 6 foot 170 pounds ,above average looks. Would be willing to compensate the right one $$ Put massage in subject. Thanks Is there anyone real out there?

Hmmm, he's managed to have a relationship, sounds nice... and mentions compensation and massage. I wonder... massage is okay. No problem there... but what else? She made a note of that ad and moved on to check the next.

Respectful gentleman hopes to meet a young, pretty female college or grad student for rewarding friendship. Please be intelligent, pretty and caring and we should get along together fine. Bonus points if you are pretty... A pic would be most appreciated. I will treat you with the utmost respect, i only ask that you do likewise.

Well now... hopes to meet college student... that's a positive. Mentions respect a couple times. I like that. Wants a pic. No problem there. 

Alena dug into her picture file for a recent picture she'd had taken with Nick and then edited his face out of the picture. 

Next she tried composing a response to the first ad: 'Recently out of long-term relationship...' put 'Massage' in the subject box and wrote, I'm interested in your advertisement. . . Have given friends massages and told I'm good at it. Willing to meet to discuss details such as compensation, etc. Pic enclosed. Please respond to: Alena@gmail.com.

Breathing a sigh of relief, at having answered an ad, she turned to the second selection, studied it again and began composing a reply. 

Saw your ad requesting rewarding friendship. Pic enclosed. Please provide more details as to what is expected of me. Alena@gmail.com. 

She pressed send and sat back with a silly grin on her face.

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Both respondents replied the next day. 

Number 1: Your picture more than satisfactory. As long as it IS you. Suggest we meet tonight at Howard's Grill on 8th Street, say 9:00?

Martin

Number 2: I seek companionship. I am 51 years of age, married and hold a responsible governmental position. Am willing to pay accordingly for level of companionship provided. If you look like your picture I will go to great lengths to keep you happy in our relationship. As I mentioned earlier, am married, but not happily. Hope you understand and don't hold against me. Can we meet tomorrow? You pick the place. I am flexible if after 4 pm. My pic attached. Eric

Alena only had two decent outfits to choose from and selected a black skirt with a white top. She debated wearing a bra and decided the top wouldn't be all that provocative if she went without, basically because her bra was a little ratty on the worn side and was the only one she owned.

She left the apartment earlier than planned on because Nick brought a blonde named Rita over, telling her that Alena was moving out within the week and then showed her the apartment while Alena stood there too embarrassed to say a word. 

It took her forty minutes to walk to 8th Street and she stood across the street hoping to spot Martin as he arrived. The clock in the church tower a block away struck nine and she crossed her fingers and headed toward Howard's Grill.

On entering, she stood in the doorway and looked around, but saw no one looking for her. That isn't quite right, there were about twenty men in the place and they all looked at Alena. It was just that no one signaled to her to join him, so she stood there, feeling stupid and wondering if she'd been had.

Suddenly she felt a hand on her arm and she flinched.

"Alena?" A stocky unshaven man said as he dropped his hand to his side.

"Martin?" Alena said nervously, "I thought..."

"I'd be seated waiting for you? I did that once and was cruelly misled. But I'm here and you're here, so let's have a seat and talk about things of interest."

There was a booth in the corner and he led the way, waited until she was seated and then sat across from her.

Despite his unkempt manner, Alena was relieved that he'd shown up and that he waited like a gentleman for her to sit before he did. 

Mentally she reviewed his advertisement. He was nowhere close to six foot tall; he might actually be 49 years of age; he weighed at least twenty pounds more than claimed. Still, he seemed decent enough...

"Um, Martin... you mentioned compensation for a massage. What did you have in mind?"

"Listen, err, Alena... I had no idea you were going to look so pretty. I... I um, what I had in mind was you giving me a nice... sensual rub, you know, with a happy ending."

"Um, Martin, I have no idea what you mean when you say, 'Happy ending.'"

He began to sweat and was clearly uncomfortable. 

"Err, listen, err Alena, don't jump up and start screaming if you don't like what I'm gonna tell ya. I mean, you asked and all..."

"I won't scream, Martin. If I don't like your proposal I'll get up and leave. Is that fair?"

"Yeah, sure. Okay, what I want is a massage, you know what that is, right?"

"Yes, I know what it is."

"Okay... well then, I want kind of a sexy rub, no need to knead every muscle, you know?"

Alena nodded and waited.

"And about the Happy ending... um, that's kinda where you get me off, you know?"

He wants me to jerk him off?

"And for that I'll pay you a hundred bucks."

A hundred bucks! Alena thought, but said, "How often would you be requiring this service, Martin?"

"What? Why once. I mean, I'm not made of money."

I can do this, she thought, but it's only once, I need a regular source of income. I could find other guys like him... where, on the internet? It's probably not that safe. I need the money, but I'm turning him down.

Alena slowly got to her feet. "I'm not going to scream, Martin. But I am leaving. Please remain here while I go. Happy endings are not what I want to do, or give. The money's nice enough, but I have to live with myself. Hopefully there's another woman out there who'll answer your ad."

To her surprise, Martin nodded, and said, "There is. I meet her here at ten. It's too bad; you're a looker, a real good looker. I might have gone higher, but... well; it's plain to see we ain't got a happy ending to our meeting. Good night, Elaine."

Walking out the door of the grill without looking back, Alena fought to keep a straight face. Elaine! For god's sake he couldn't remember my fucking name! And... and he's got a ten o'clock ready to take my place. I've got half a mind to hang out across the street just to see what walks in the grill at ten.

Reality set in as she realized it was a forty minute walk back to the apartment. Gritting her teeth, Alena set out, hoping the bimbo would be gone when she got there. God forbid she's sleeping in my bed, or worse, she thought and hurried her pace.

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The next afternoon Alena set out for her appointment with Eric, wearing the same outfit she'd worn the night before. She had e-mailed him earlier and agreed to meet him at a decent restaurant only seven blocks from her apartment.

Companionship... he's willing to pay for companionship. He's not bad-looking. Old maybe, but passable. On the plus side, he admits he's married and reasonably honest when he says he's willing to pay based on the level of companionship I provide. Okay, girl, how much are you willing to provide?

Alena had no idea what the answer would be, and because of that her knees where shaking as she walked into the restaurant and spied Eric sitting at what was probably the best table in the house waiting for her.

"Alena! You're on time. I appreciate that in a woman."

She found herself laughing and allowed him to kiss her hand, the nervousness vanished, Alena felt comfortable with him already.

They made small talk while they ate, and Alena ate heartily, for she hadn't had a real meal in several days.

Eric paused before placing a piece of beef in his mouth. "Alena, I have to tell you, you're better looking in person than the photo, and the photo is very flattering."

Blushing from head to toe, Alena managed to return the compliment, "I could say the same of you too, Eric. But let's talk about the proposal. You mentioned you're married. Care to clear that up before we go any further?"

"But of course. We've been married twenty-two years. There is a boy and a girl, both married, and our marriage has grown cold. We care for one another, but the love, as you would consider love, faded long ago. We... tolerate each other. We're comfortable with one another, but I need, I yearn for companionship... but you know that. I mentioned it in our correspondence."

Alena wiped her mouth with a napkin before replying. "Eric, I have to tell you I've... I've never done this, or even considered doing anything like this before. Quite frankly, I need the money. I really do. So please be candid with me. Just what do you expect of me?"

"Eric didn't hesitate before answering. "As I stated in my ad, I'm willing to pay for companionship. I like the look of you and will be generous in paying for your services. I also stated that I would pay accordingly. You're a college girl, I'm sure you understand what that means."

A long silence followed his words; words that hung in the air until Alena cleared her throat to say, "How much are we talking about?"

"Basic companionship, $300 each time we meet. I would like to meet with you once a week; preferably on a Thursday, say around eight. I'd keep you no later than ten, maybe eleven on occasion."

Three hundred! My God what will I have to do? 

There was no question in Alena's mind of refusing that kind of money, and on a weekly basis at that.

She took a small swallow of water and said, "This is Wednesday, would you want me to start tomorrow?"

Eric beamed at her. "Yes, I would. I most certainly would. Do you know the Hotel Delaware?"

"Yes, it's on 23rd and Main, isn't it?"

"Main and 25th actually. I will be in room 422 at eight. Please knock three times. Would you like some spirits waiting?"

"Vodka would be nice. With some orange juice if possible," she said, surprising herself at the ease with which she was conducting herself.


Learning Curve Ch. 01



"Vodka and orange juice it is." He stood up, "I hate to leave so abruptly. Please finish your meal, order a decadent desert for yourself. I've already settled the bill. I do have to get home tonight, we play bridge with neighbors. I look forward to seeing you... all of you, tomorrow."

And he was gone. Alena took him at his word and ordered a desert, finishing half and feeling guilty about that, although her stomach had shrunk with the small amount of food she'd consumed the last several days.

Walking back to the apartment, Alena made up her mind that she could do whatever Eric asked of her. He was a gentleman after all. And she would look for a new apartment on Friday, and further, Nick and his overdue rent be damned, let his new whore pay her way.

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Alena woke up at ten, but had been lying in bed half asleep since eight when Nick had gotten up, farted inches from her face and gone into the bathroom to take a shit with such a foul odor that Alena pulled the covers over her head.

God, let this thing work out tonight, she prayed before drifting off when the apartment quieted down.

She rolled out of bed, ( a mattress on the floor with a flimsy curtain in front of it providing no privacy, but so old that no one even considered touching it for fear it would fall apart in their hands.) and started shivering, for all she had on was a pair of panties. 

It was a typical fall morning, about 56 degrees at the moment, with an eventual high of 72 in the mid-afternoon. It took Alena a minute to figure out why it was so cold in the apartment; but she spied the half-opened window by the kitchen sink and knew that Nick, bastard that he was, had opened it before leaving for his first class.

She stumbled over dirty clothing and paraphernalia that had lain strewn about the room since she'd moved in with Nick at the beginning of the semester.

The water in the shower was cold, and so Alena made fast work of washing, thinking the water would be warmer after classes and before her date with Eric, when she needed it most. 

She dried herself off and tossed the towel aside where it landed next to the toilet. She would later regret the fact, but it failed to register with her just then and she brushed her teeth, spat twice after rinsing and pulled on a pair of jeans and sweater, no bra, and went out to see if she could find someone who might buy her breakfast.

A girl named Claire bought her a coffee, but declined a request for a bagel, saying she didn't have enough money. The coffee and some water from a fountain at the campus was all Alena had that day. Her stomach rumbled with hunger pangs throughout the day's classes, but no one seemed to notice.

Alena walked briskly toward her first class in International Relations, cut through a drive behind the student center, and before walking up the four flights of stairs to the classroom, spied several peanuts strewn against the wall next to a vending machine. 

They're probably clean enough to eat, she thought, but quickly reconsidered when another student came up the stairs behind her and passed her on the way to their class further down the corridor. 

But what if someone saw me picking them up. I couldn't claim they were mine, I have no package. I'd be mortified. No, I'll go without.

Just then a reed thin, acne-faced boy passed by, with a generous offer of a good morning.

Returning his greeting, Alena followed him into the classroom and dropped her text books on the floor with a heavy thump. She looked around the sunlit room at the various students among the massive assemblage of wood tables and chairs, and wondered if any of them had problems similar to her own.

The professor entered the room with a booming 

"Good Morning Everyone," and the class got underway.

At 4:10 Alena walked back to the apartment only to be confronted by a surly Nick demanding the month's rent.

"I get a check tomorrow," she said not meeting his eyes. "I'll pay you something then."

"I want you out. I don't want something toward the rent. I want the rent when it's due, not in a dollar here a dollar there, shit." He rubbed his dick, and glanced at her chest. 

"Maybe I'll reconsider, give you another day or so."

"Really?" Alena said, hopefully.

"How about a fast fuck?"

"No!"

He grinned and said, "So is a blowjob out of question?"

"Fuck you, Nick! Tomorrow! I'll pay you back tomorrow!"

"Naw, don't bother. Clean your shit out tonight. Be out of here tomorrow. I've got me a new roomie. She gives much better head than you, you wanna know."

He knew enough to leave after that. There was no sense in having her destroy what meager belongs were still intact. Besides, there were several knives in the kitchen, he knew that if properly incited, Alena might just take after him with one. He didn't need that, and so he left, laughing merrily while the tears streamed down Alena's mascara smeared face.

Before leaving the apartment, Alena had showered for almost forty minutes, telling herself it was because she had run out of douching materials, and wanting to make sure that any blood, mucus, semen or vaginal discharge was cleansed away. She had an innate fear that Eric would complain that she smelled down there. She knew she had an odor, and always used scented tampons, pads and sprays to cover or eliminate the odor. But had none of the needed applicants on hand, and so she kept the shower nozzle aimed at her pussy, stretching it open to allow the pulsing water to purge her inner labia of any odor causing agents. 

But ironically, at least half that time was spent with the nozzle pressed against her clit, bringing her to two rousing orgasms. She would have tried for a third, but Nick came back, and she hurried out of the shower, barely taking enough time to dry herself with the damp, dirty towel she'd tossed aside earlier that morning.

Damn it, when I get my own place, I swear I'll do my laundry faithfully once a week, she promised herself while pulling on her best pair of panties. And I'll keep a supply of douching material on hand no matter what. And in that frame of mind, she stormed out of the apartment.

To be continued ... pictures available on request



Learning Curve Ch. 02



At precisely 8:04 the next night, Alena knocked three times on the door to room 422, fervently hoping she'd got the room number right.

"One moment," a man's voice called out from inside. A moment later the door opened and Eric stood there wearing a gray three-piece suit and red tie.

"Come in! Come in! Make yourself comfortable, Alena. Sit down wherever you please."

Alena was wearing her only other decent outfit, a yellow dress that ended three inches above the knee. She had given in and worn her frayed bra simply because the dress required it. Without it her breasts would have been visible through the almost transparent yellow of the dress.

It was a typical hotel room with a double bed and an easy chair. A bathroom was off to the side with the door open. Alena took it all in and sat on the edge of the bed. Eric immediately sat down next to her.

"Would you like that drink now?' he inquired.

Nervously Alena waved his offer away.

"Then I suggest you remove your clothing. Let me see you in all your glory."

Alena nodded her head. She knew this moment would come and she stood up and walked to the opposite side of the room, kicking her shoes off as she went. 

They watched each other as she reached behind her to unzip the yellow dress. She let it fall to the floor and stepped away from it. His eyes devoured her lithe frame.

"You're even more beautiful than I thought you were," Eric said. 

Alena noticed he was breathing heavily. 

"Now the brassiere, please," he croaked hoarsely.

Again Alena reached back and unhooked the ratty bra then tossed it aside.

"Almost there," he said his voice thick with lust.

Nodding to herself, Alena removed her panties with feline grace, tossing them on the yellow dress which lay at her feet.

She had noticed her bush was matted and unkempt, and belatedly understood how poor a job she had done in drying herself after the shower.

God, what must he be thinking!

"Look at you," he said, staring at her in what Alena took to be an obscene way, but actually was one of the utmost respect for her beauty. "You're the reason I distain using professionals."

At his words, her hand dropped defensively and covered her mons.

Eric walked up to her and stood inches from her quivering frame. "I won't harm you, Alena. I promise you that." Then he kissed her mouth while she stood willing herself not to flinch and thinking of the three hundred dollars and what it and subsequent Thursdays would bring her.

When his mouth left hers, to nuzzle her neck, Alena evaluated his kiss. He's quite tender, not at all like Nick, or some of the other guys I've kissed. I rather liked the way he nibbled on my lower lip before moving to my neck. Christ... but he's so old!

He touched each of her breasts without touching her areola or nipples. But when he gave one an experimental squeeze she recoiled and took a step back.

"Don't be afraid, Alena. I won't hurt you. I just want some companionship, that's all."

"Can... can we sit down for this? My legs are a little shaky."

"Certainly," and taking her hand, he led her to the bed and sat down. She sat next to him and waited for his next move.

"If you're wondering about the money, it's on the dresser. See the envelope?"

Alena glanced at the dresser, saw the envelope and nodded. I'll do it; three hundred is a ton of money. I may hate myself later, but I'll do it. I'll do whatever he wants me too.

Eric put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. They stayed like that for a full minute. The unease with which she'd entered the hotel room floated away. 

Alena checked his crotch, suddenly interested in how she was affecting him; and smiled on seeing the notable bulge in his trousers. 

He might be bigger than Nick, she thought, but refrained from reaching out to touch him. She looked into his eyes, saw them glance down at her breasts, lingering on her pebbled nipples; then continuing over her belly to the matted thatch covering her mons, and down her legs to her red painted toenails.

He got up and slowly walked around the bed, studying her from all angles; when he was directly behind her, Alena turned to look back at him. He was looking over her shoulder, and following his gaze, she saw their reflection in the large mirror above the dresser. 

She sat there impassively as he put his hands on her arms, and dragged them up over her shoulders, running his hands over her breasts, teasing her nipples with his calloused palms, and causing goose bumps to rise up on her skin.

For an old man, he's making me kinda horny, she thought, and feeling more relaxed, she leaned her head against his chest while watching him and in the mirror as he learned about her body. Eventually a kind of giddiness settled over Alena causing her to test him further and she arched her back so that her breasts jutted out imperiously, and he groaned.

"You have great tits, Alena. You have those rarest of nipples... the puffy kind, so succulent, so responsive. Look how they beg for my hand. God, these are the greatest tits I've ever touched!" 

He squeezed them, mashed them together then lifted them up high. 

Alena welcomed his praise; and wanting to somehow reward him for it and possibly elicit even more complements, she resorted to a trick she'd used to arouse Nick so much that he had ejaculated without her having to touch him. Bending her head, she ran her tongue over one of her puffy nipples then licked his thumb which remained on the breast while cupping it for her.

Wordlessly, he offered the other nipple for the same treatment, and Alena obliged. At the same time, he unzipped his trousers and shook his cock out.

The moment she lifted her head from the nipple, he opened his mouth wide and pounced on the left one, flicking it wildly with his tongue.

Alena gave a hoarse shout. Eric laughed and abraded the nipple with his teeth and tongue, rolling it around in his mouth while she shuddered. Alena had, never been sucked like this before. 

Moments later he took the other nipple the same way. Alena felt as if lightning was arcing from one nipple to the other and then to her clit. She suddenly wanted him between her legs, and hoping to accelerate things, she encouraged him with little whimpers and soft moans. 

Unconsciously she sent a hand to her clit, rubbing it sensuously.

"YES!" Eric groaned releasing her nipple to stare at her fingers half buried in her matted bush while rubbing her clit. 

"That's it! Get yourself off while I watch," he said, slowly jerking his cock.

His words brought her back to the moment. Alena inspected herself quickly, saw that her pussy was glistening with her juices and all thoughts of her tangled and unruly pubic hair faded away. 

He reached behind her neck and pulled her to him and frenched her in a passionate, open-mouthed kiss that Alena thoroughly enjoyed. After which he renewed his request that she masturbate while he looked on.

"I... I do masturbate. But I...I've never had anyone watch," she confessed, beseeching him with teary eyes.

"There's always a first time, Alena. We're going to share a lot of first times together. That's why I'm paying you. That's part and parcel of the companionship you agreed to."

"If you want, I'll jerk you off," she volunteered.

The old man laughed in her face. "I think you'll do more than that. Now c'mon, diddle yourself for me." He reached out and grabbed two pillows and set them up behind her lower back, providing Alena with all the support she'd need to perform for him.

Feeling she no longer had a choice in the matter; Alena wet two fingers in her mouth and after spreading her lips, sent them into her vagina.

"OH!"

"Very nice," Eric grinned and scratched his five o' clock shadow then scrunched down next to her to obtain an even closer look.

Alena's eyes were closed as she worked the fingers in and out. A grimace crossed her face as she began using both hands, separating the labia first to one side and then the other, with the occasional flicker across her clit.

Suddenly she shifted her body, drawing her legs up so that her entire genital section was exposed for his viewing pleasure. One finger delved into her cunt in its entirety; a moment later she was jamming three fingers into her hole and he could now hear the squishy sound they made as the juices gurgled out of her.

Alena opened her eyes to look at him, saw how entranced he was with her actions and brought the fingers from her cunt to her mouth, immersing them over her tongue, and then making a show of licking them.

"God, you're fantastic," he said with in a discordant monotone. "I never thought...."

His words had a mesmerizing effect on her. Alena began rubbing the fingers over her face, as if trying to smear her juices all over it. Then still rubbing the fingers over her face, she sent three fingers from her other hand into her cunt; beginning what was to be a finger licking shuffle from pussy to mouth and back again.

Eric's hardon was leaking precum in an almost profuse fashion. Certainly he himself had never seen it do it before, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck her as hard as he could manage at that moment. But he held off, wanting to see what she did next even more.

Alena began to pant. A long sequence of "OH's" left her hand-covered mouth as her fingers slashed repeatedly into her sodden squishy cunt. Her orgasm was moments away.

He looked at her puffy nipples and almost swooned. They were twice the size they'd been when he had suckled on them!

It was ironic that the sight of her swollen nipples sent him over the edge, ejaculating on her upper thigh. The heat of his sperm, combined with the frigging fingers carried Alena over as well and they climaxed together. Well not quite, but almost.

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Alena lay sprawled across the bed while Eric busied himself wiping his ejaculate from his prick with a corner of the bed sheet and wondered what to do next.

It didn't take him very long to come up with a plan. After telling the dazed girl that she had been wonderful, he swooped down and applied a French kiss to her glistening, gaping cunt and Alena came just like that.

But Eric had had many women and knew that to conquer Alena he needed to keep going. Not waiting for the young girl to catch her breath from the reverberations of her tumultuous orgasm, he spread her labia apart with his thumbs and speared his tongue deep inside her. He flicked her clit with both thumbs and tongue, and sucked her dripping pussy dry. 

Alena had never cum so many times in so short a time. She had no idea where she was at the moment, nor did she care. When she finally opened her eyes a minute after he pried his cunt smeared face away from her genitals, she saw his erection looming over her face.

"Gonna fuck me?" she croaked.

Chuckling happily, he said, "Let's take a bath."

Still reeling in a sexual fugue, she responded dumbly, "Whatever," as he helped her to her feet and ushered her into the bathroom where Alena playfully swatted at his erection then announced that she had to pee.

He helped her sit on the toilet and she peed away, blissfully unaware of his watchful stare. Then after wiping herself she managed to stand on her own.

"A bath... you want me to take a bath? But I showered before I got here..."

"I want you to take a bath with me,' he said slowly so that she understood what he had in store for them.

"Ohhh, okay! But make the water hot. I had to take a cold shower this morning. It sucked!"

Eric ran the tub until it was half full, testing the water every few seconds. Alena daintily dipped a toe in and smirked at him. "Perfect! Eric. Just perfect!" and climbed into the tub and lay down in the soapy water.

He stepped into the hot tub a moment later, sank into the water, and tugged her onto his lap and kissed her.

"Ewe, you taste like pussy!" Alena giggled, reveling in the fact that it was her own fluids she tasted. 

"Alena," he whispered after kissing her a dozen more times, "I apologize in advance for the brevity of this fuck. I can't help myself. Now I HAVE TO FUCK YOU!"

He turned her on his lap facing away from him. With an almost choreographed precision he arranged Alena's legs on either side of his own and held on to her waist. "Please, put me inside you," he said hoarsely. 

Alena reached down and guided his cock into her. He was slightly longer than Nick, and a lot thicker. Alena arched her back and slowly impaled herself on his shaft as it stretched her vagina more with every inch of penetration. 

Midway, Eric grabbed her hips, and slammed his cock in as far as it would go.

"CHRIST!" she barked and surged up, splashing water everywhere but in the tub.

Laughing crazily, Alena dropped back down on him and shuddered as another climax racked her body. "OH CHRIST THIS IS...."

She came to a halt on realizing he was leaving the sanctuary of her cunt.

"WHAT?" 

"I want to try another position." 

"Oh."

Eric turned her so that she was on her knees, had her lean her hands on the sides of the tub. Alena didn't realize what he was about to do until she felt his sex organ moving back into her.

"OH YEAH!"

The reason for this ecstatic cry on her part was simple. He was hammering his cock into her from the get go, while strumming her clit at the same time.

Prior to that moment, Alena would have sworn it was impossible to do both. But he was, and she loved every minute of it and came so hard she couldn't stop screaming. 

Eric had to cover her mouth with his hand to quell the noise and keep the hotel management from pounding on the door. Throughout her screams he continued to fuck her. Not as soundly as he had at first, but it was still a resounding fuck.

Alena gradually stopped her screaming, content to grind her ass against his pulsing cock until he emptied himself into her.

The lay entwined in each other's arms until the water grew cold. He helped her from the tub, dried her and only when she smiled at him and assured him she was fine, did he apply a towel to himself.

Later, while she was dressing, he came up behind her and whispered his thanks for a wonderful night of companionship. Alena was weeping openly as she turned to kiss him and thanked him for an unforgettable evening.

He had to remind her to take the envelope. "Next week?" she asked, and received his smiling nod of assent.

"Same room?" she asked tentatively.

"Yes, the same room, Alena; always the same room."

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She woke up thirty minutes before her first class. Nick was snoring next to her. In a near panic, Alena searched frantically for the money she'd received form Eric the night before. It was just where she'd left it, but Nick had tossed his jeans over her shoe where the money was tucked away.

As qui

etly as possible, she rolled off the mattress, not wanting any part of Nick if at all possible. Tip-toeing into the bathroom, she squatted on the toilet and relieved herself, and then still seated on the bowl, counted the bills again. 

Three hundred... three hundred! How will I spend it all?

Alena had little idea of how to handle money simply because she had so seldom had any to spend.

New undies, maybe two or three bras... I could get one that pushes my puppies up − make the guys gawk at them. I might buy a nice dress or maybe an outfit for next week. And... and I need some money to put down on a place of my own.

She pulled on a torn pair of jeans and a sweater, slipped into a pair of loafers and grabbed her purse, (with the money in it) and two text books and ran toward the campus.

She arrived at class about five minutes late, sat through a boring lecture and thought about where she could find decent underwear at a nominal cost while pretending to pay attention and take notes. After class she trotted over to a nearby café and ordered a tall, iced chai with non-fat milk and a turkey provolone sandwich.

Ten minutes later she was back in another class, procrastinating as to what type outfit she might buy. During a free period, she tried working on a paper, but kept recalling different elements from the night before. She wound up dissecting Eric on the page she was writing on.

•Obviously wealthy

•Married, but unhappily

•Loved her puppies, called them puffied, or was it puffies?

•For an old man, he certainly got it on

•How many times had she cum? No idea, but it was a lot.

•The idea of doing it in the tub was pure genius

•He could have done it again, but chose not to. Why?

•Did he think I couldn't take anymore? Hope not.

•What could they possibly do for an encore?

•Lots of stuff I haven't done yet.

•Should I give him my anus?

•Heard it hurts, but he'd know how to do it right.

•I wonder what his cock tastes like.

Giggling, she reread the thoughts then crumpled the page up and threw it in the nearby wastebasket.

A few seconds later, she dashed back to the wastebasket, retrieved the paper and slowly tore it into little pieces.

Leaving the apartment, she picked up a crumpled edition of that morning's paper and scanned the apartment rentals. She reread the ads and found two of interest then called the first one.

It was a one-room apartment four blocks away, asking $200 a month. Nick was paying $350 and he lived in a rat-hole. What would this place look like? The owner said she could see it that night; he would be there until 9PM. She promised to be there by 8.

The other promising ad asked $399 a month and promised had 2 spacious bedrooms, a comfortable living room, full size bathroom, and a large accommodating kitchen. Each apartment had spacious yards, 24-hour emergency maintenance, on-site daycare facilities, washer/dryer hook-ups, convenient parking, mini-blinds, and ceiling fans. Along with these accommodations, they included the utilities of water, sewer, trash pick-up, and lawn maintenance. The apartments were conveniently located just minutes away from the main campus, meaning Alena could walk to class easily enough.

Alena called the ad she'd cut from the paper asking $399 a month for two spacious bedrooms and numerous extras. The apartments were conveniently located just minutes away from the main campus, meaning Alena could walk to class easily enough. 

The landlord told her that she could come by anytime before six. After that she could still see the apartment, but it would be after seven-thirty. Alena assumed the landlord was taking time to have his dinner then and asked if she could come by in the next thirty minutes.

He was agreeable and she raced over to the prospective apartment. And on viewing the place, Alena was sold. The problem was she only had about three hundred dollars, obviously she needed more. She gave the landlord a deposit of $175 and was leaving the building when she encountered a young Asian woman comparing the address of the building with what had to be the ad in the newspaper.

The Asian girl leaned against the gate and asked, "Is this 2420 Vermont Avenue?"

"Are you looking for the apartment for rent in this building?" Alena inquired.

"Yes, I am. Are you the owner?" the Asian girl answered.

"I'm afraid I just rented it," Alena said, and on seeing the grim look on the girl's face on hearing this, quickly added, "But I'm looking for a roommate."

Can I see the apartment?" the Asian girl asked.

"I think that's possible," Alena told her and rang the bell to the landlord's apartment.

"I'd like my friend to see the place if you don't mind. She's thinking of rooming with me." The landlord had no objections and Alena happily showed the apartment to the girl, who introduced herself as Ellie Wong. 

Ellie was impressed with the apartment and even more so on hearing that her share of the rent would be $200.




Learning Curve Ch. 02



The girls had a lot in common: Both attended the University, although Ellie was a junior, while Alena was a freshman. They were both serious students and Ellie had confided that she needed to share the rent expenses because she was short on cash. Always short on cash.

When Alena expressed a concern that Ellie might not be able to pay her end of the rent, Ellie assured her that at $200 a month, she considered the apartment a bargain which was certainly within her budgetary means. 

"I didn't think I could afford it at $400 a month, but hoped to find a roommate. The opposite happened, but it's all the same to me."

They both moved in the following morning. Later, when Ellie helped Alena with a mathematical problem, they became friends for life.

Alena made no mention of how she earned her money and never asked Ellie, assuming her parents provided for her well being, since she was always talking about her family.

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After moving her stuff in, Alena showered and then when Ellie followed, did some snooping in her effects and saw that she had an abundance of neat dresses and expensive outfits.

Alena was holding one against her and looking in the mirror when Ellie came out of the shower.

"Like it?"

"It's lovely," Alena replied.

"It's yours," the Asian girl said with a smile.

"Oh, no, I can't accept it, but I'd love to borrow it. I have a date this weekend and this would be perfect."

"Like I said," Ellie said, "It's yours. In fact, feel free to borrow anything you see. Just get it cleaned before hanging it back in the closet."

"It's a deal, Ellie!" Alena yelped and gave her a firm hug.

Ellie had to go to the drugstore to pick up 'some essentials,' and left Alena alone in the apartment.

Alena sat down in one of the two chairs they had in the sparsely furnished apartment and picking up the paper, quickly turned to the 'Backpage' and saw several potential clients beckoning to her.

Professional, executive white male.....seeking casual, maybe intimate, relationship, with a Caucasian lady/college student/single mom....preferably aged 21-35, to go out with, have good times, spoil, pamper, take care of, maybe relationship, down the line...... 

Sometimes life is tough when you are young and on your own. How would you like to spend time with a nice, mature, stable, gentleman, well off, fit, and in shape, who you can meet up with at your convenience and be shown a good time?

About me, I have a challenging, well paid, position; travel every week, keeping me too busy for a conventional relationship. I want to be able to relax and have fun with someone like you... I'm 5'11". 190 lbs, in shape, dark hair, blue eyes, energetic, young thinking and looking, you won't be disappointed! I am not looking for a 1 night stand, but rather a casual and intimate relationship with a lady; start off easy and casual, see what happens, maybe something more one day....

Respond, with the word 'SPOIL", in the subject. I am looking forward to talking to and meeting you soon...with your reply and info, I will email you back, give you a complete description of myself, and provide my cell number..... :) 

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Fit, good-looking normal professional, looking for some satisfaction No longer into bars and clubs. I'm looking for a cool, attractive bi-female partner in crime that's into women to party at my spot 2-3 times a month. I can provide more details in what I want.

Open to talk about mutual terms with right person. Please be serious, send a pic and a little info and will return with same. Not on here often but know how it works so don't waste time with promoting dating sites...I will delete without reading. 

Ideally looking for a fit, normal girl between 18-27 Poster's age: 28

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Seek attractive white female to meet from time to time with a middle aged nice looking white male. Descreet and nsa.

I'm very clean and you must be also. I like my life like it is but need more romance. I love to get head, kissing and am open to anything pretty much. If we click it will be beneficial to both of us. Your pic gets mine xoxo 

And lastly, Alena emailed the first two advertisements she'd read and posted one of her own with a full length portrait in her best dress. It read as follows: Let me make myself clear, I am a College Woman looking to make extra money to buy a car. I seek male willing to help out with an agreed dollar amount. Am up for whatever you want, within reason. Note: Must be DD free. My pic attached, expect yours in return. Poster's age: 20

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Alena was trying on another of Ellie's outfits when Ellie barged into the apartment and dropped a bagful of personal hygiene products on the table.

"Oh, no... you can't wear that bra under that camisole top," she said as soon as she looked at Alena. "Well, you could, but it would look like crap. They look better when your nipples can be seen sticking up under the thin material. You should wear a blue bra and matching panties with that outfit."

"I um, don't own a blue bra, much less matching panties," Alena confessed. My um, wardrobe is kinda sparse as you may have noticed."

Well let's get you some," Ellie giggled, and taking Alena by the arm added, "Mall's open to nine, we've plenty of time; we might even meet some choice males while we're at it."

"What... are you crazy?"

"C'mon," Ellie laughed, "We need to get you some thongs and such. You've got my money, let's spend some of it!"

Alena had no valid argument, and left the apartment with Ellie, hopping into Ellie's Civic and sped off to the Mall.

Ellie steered Alena away from Victoria's Secret, saying, "they're prices are a little inflated," to which both girls laughed out loud.

"There's a place around the corner," Ellie chirped happily, and there was. It was called Sarah's Lingerie.

Holding Alena's arm, Ellie approached the saleslady and told her she had a novice in tow. The saleslady smiled and began talking to Alena directly. 

"I should point out that about 85 percent of women are wearing the wrong bra size.

Alena glanced around the store and was impressed by the number of bras exhibited.

"You have to understand," the woman said, "The back band of your bra provides 90 percent of the support. When the bands are too loose, the back of the bra rises up, causing breasts to sag. This "see-saw" effect also can emphasize what every woman wants to hide: unsightly back fat." 

Alena cringed, assuming the woman saw her as having a surplus of "back fat," which given her age and condition, was absurd. 

"You should also be mindful that a woman's bust line can change at least six times throughout their lifetime. So for optimum style and comfort, make sure you get fitted for a bra yearly. 

Alena nodded sagely, and saw that Ellie was browsing along the adjacent aisle while the saleswomen prattled on. "There is no such thing as a perfect bra: Buying a bra may take a little time. Don't just get the one your best friend raves about -- everyone's body is different. To find the most flattering fit, be sure to try on several styles. And here's a tip: Slip on a shirt so you can see how your shape will appear when dressed."

"Um, I'm looking for a push-up bra," Alena managed to get in while the saleswoman paused to take a breath.

"Think you need to enhance the cleavage, eh? Well thanks to today's technology most push up bras are padded with a small, pillow-like insert that pushes the breasts up and adds extra cleavage. Some are padded with silicone inserts or water sacks to mimic the look and feel of natural breasts. Moreover, push- up bras contain metallic or plastic underwiring which add support to the bottom of the breasts, thereby lifting them up higher."

"Yes, I think I understand the principals," Alena managed before the woman took off again.

"At any rate, when shopping for a push up bra, it is imperative that you know your exact measurements. Here, let me get my tape measure..."

The saleswoman spun Alena around then using the tape, measured under her armpits and over the fullest part of her breasts. Next, she took a measurement directly below Alena's breasts at the rib cage. 

"Now I subtract the last measurement from the one of your bust and use the difference to find your cup size. For example, if the difference is 1 inch, your cup size is A; if the difference is 2 inches; your cup size is B, and so forth. So, the measure around your bust plus your cup size is your actual bra size. For example, if you measured 34 inches around your bust and your cup size is B; your bra size is 34B."

Alena nodded as if hearing all this for the first time, when in fact, she had heard it all before. But it was still comforting to be having a conversation with a salesperson since it had been ages since she had been shopping for anything worthwhile.

No one else had entered the shop since Alena, and so the saleswoman continued with her sales pitch. "Most women find underwire bras to be uncomfortable, so they make the mistake of wearing a soft, non-underwire cup. The problem - there's not enough support, especially for full-figured girls. A properly fitted underwire bra should rest comfortably against your rib cage with a soft cotton casing. The end result: lift, support and comfort!"

"Can I try some on?"

"Certainly, just let me know if anything catches your fancy? Um, this one here is on sale, 20% off today and tomorrow."

Ellie helped Alena spend the next thirty minutes looking at and trying on various bras. Finally she brought three push-up types to the counter: a black see-thru that ran $27.00. A flesh colored bra costing $24.00 and finally, a sexy red bra for $30.00. Total cost: $86.67, including tax.

Alena happily paid for them and left the shop feeling so giddy she had to stop and treat Ellie and herself to burgers and fries at McDonald's.

Ellie wouldn't let her leave the Mall without looking at several more dresses. She wound up buying two of them. A simple black cocktail dress that had a broken strap, discounted 70%, which after trying it on, she had to have. Cha-ching! $45.

And in a store two doors down, she found another dress to die for. This one was a low-cut red dress that Ellie immediately called her Fuck Me dress. It cost $52.

Total cost: $103.79. That left her with $109.54. Alena's jaw dropped on counting the remaining money.

Shit! I thought I was rich. I'm almost broke, Alena thought, and quickly spun on her heel to return the red dress, promising to be back within a day or two. Now she had $167.64, better, but not nearly enough to carry her for a week.

It hit her as she waited at the bus stop. Panties! I need some panties! Her better judgment kept her from returning to the shops and returning one of the bras.

It was just about then that Ellie nudged Alena in the ribs, "Males at two o'clock!"

Alena glanced in that direction and saw three ruggedly good-looking guys about their age sitting on a bench watching them as they approached.

"Watch how I handle this, Alena," Ellie whispered out of the side of her mouth.

Alena didn't know what to do. She didn't quite trust Ellie's judgment when it came to men. Nor was she in the mood to flirt with some guys in the mall just because they happened to be good-looking. 

She certainly wasn't horny, but as they drew nearer a little tingle emerged in her loins in anticipation of the unknown. Well, let's see what happens, she told herself.

They came to a stop in front of the guys and Ellie chirped, "Hi, you guys go to State?" It was a safe question as two of them wore State tee shirts.

"Yeah, I'm Glenn, this here is Sam and this joker is Big John."

"I'm Ellie and this is Alena."

"Good to meet 'cha," Glenn said.

Alena glanced at Big John's crotch, suspecting his nickname was related to that part of his anatomy. There was a noticeable bulge there that the other two guys didn't seem to have.

Glenn, acting as spokesman for the others said, "We got a van parked out front. Wanna go riding with us?"

"Why not?" Ellie said. 

Not quite sure, Alena hedged. "Swear you'll drop us back here by our car?"

"Absolutely, beautiful. Whatcha got in the bags?"

"A couple dresses," Ellie told them and they seemed to accept her answer.

"Come on. Let's go," Sam said, speaking for the first time.

Alena told herself she probably should be concerned about going somewhere with three horny college boys, but her excitement at what might happen overcame her concerns. 

They stood up and escorted the girls to the parking lot and a beat-up old van. 

"Looks like the 'Bang Bus" in the porno flicks," Ellie whispered to Alena as they dropped a step behind the guys. It had huge tires and the first step was so high off the ground that they had no idea how they were going to get into the Van.

Big John swung himself up and into the Van with ease, he turned and held out a hand. Ellie took it and was hoisted up and in. Big John reached out to Alena, and as she realized the other two guys had a straight view up her dress, Glenn inserted his hand between her legs and lifted Alena off the ground and into the Van.

Oh, shit! Alena thought, this might just be the Bang Bus.

To be continued... 



Learning Curve Ch. 03



Alena made a noise akin to a loud squeak, but was secretly thrilled by the pressure of the hand on her mound as she was ushered into the van.

The next thing she knew, Big John was escorting her into the back of the vehicle where Ellie was already seated and laughing delightedly.

"I bet you didn't expect to get laid tonight, did you?" Ellie said, still laughing.

Not without getting paid for it, I didn't, Alena thought, but said nothing as she sat next to her new roomie.

Glenn and Sam climbed in and Sam took the wheel while Glenn moved into the back and almost shooed Ellie up from her seat then sat down and pulled her onto his lap.

"You girl's like to raise some hell?" Glenn asked. "Yeah, you know, drink some beer, maybe some tequila?" The last was Big John making his way into the rear of the van. 

Alena stood up making room for him to sit then plopped herself on his lap. It took several seconds before Big John's hand dropped to her crotch and she realized her skirt was almost to her waist and her panties totally exposed. 

Sam, now seated behind the wheel of the van turned his head back toward the girls and said, "Maybe the girls have some ganja they want to share with us, you think?"

"Jesus, Sam, they'll think were narcs, for Christ's sake," Big John laughed.

"Well, we ain't narcs," Glenn laughed. "Fuck, we ain't cops either."

"I wouldn't mind a beer," Alena said.

Glenn reached forward and plucked a beer from the half case of Budweiser on the front passenger seat and handed it to Alena.

"Complements of the house!" he chirped, and turning to Ellie, who was squirming on his lap, asked if she wanted one too.

"Sure, I could use a beer," Ellie responded happily. Glenn reached up front and produced another beer and handed it to Ellie, who popped the top and took a long gulp.

Alena swept the group with her eyes; everyone was busy looking innocent, but she knew better. "You're all cool, right?" she asked.

"Sure, Sweetie, Big John agreed, his eyelids drooping. It was obvious that every male in the van had the same thought: How soon will we be fucking you two? 

"Let's go, Man," Glenn told Sam. 

"Easy, we don't want to call attention to the van," Sam said as he put the van in gear.

Alena tilted her beer can and let some flow into her mouth; "Mmmm, nothing beats a cold beer on a hot day," she said to show her appreciation.

Big John waved his and glugged down a long swallow, and then burped, "Ooop's, sorry 'bout that, ladies."

Glenn waved his hand in Big John's direction. "Don't mind him, he's a slob. He's hung like a horse, but has the manners of a pig."

"Hey, fuck you, Glennski!" Big John said then yelled out, "Hey, Sammy, take us out somewhere I can fire up a joint without Five - Oh showin' up." 

He turned to Alena. "You do grass?" Alena shook her head and he gave her a considered look, "Maybe you oughta stick to beer."

"No, I want to try it," Alena said, "I can use a lift."

Sam turned the van onto the interstate and absentmindedly scratched his balls, unaware or not really caring that both Ellie and Alena could see him doing it.

Reaching under the seat, Glenn produced a small bag of marijuana and deftly rolled two joints. Handing one to Big John, he lit both joints. The two men took deep tokes and held the smoke in, passing their joints to the girls who repeated the process.

"Mmmm," Alena said, more for effect than anything else. But a moment later a big rush caught her off-guard and she swayed a bit, her eyes popping. "Oh, man... strong shit you have here!"

"Yeah, it is good shit, isn't it?" Glenn laughed. "Sam, you want a drag or two?"

"No, man, it wouldn't do, me drivin' and all, maybe later."

"Okay man," Glenn said, and passed it to Ellie, whose eyes were half-lidded from the beer and ganja.

"Wow, it is strong stuff," Ellie laughed, "but I'm getting used to it."

"You guys want another beer yet?" Big John inquired. Glenn accepted one, as did Ellie. Alena wasn't quite finished with hers and told them so.

"Gotta keep up with the Jones's," Big John laughed as he cracked his beer top open. "But, hey... we got us some tequila here someplace, you wanna try that?"

"Um, all right, why not?" Alena said and immediately blamed the weed for it.

Big John came up with a dirty cup that had been used for similar purposes some time before and poured several ounces of tequila into it. 

"Got no salt, but it still goes down easy. It's pretty good shit if I say so myself."

Sam was just taking the dirt road that led back to the farm. He knew they could move things along once they were parked out of sight of the interstate.

Glenn asked Ellie if she wanted to shotgun with him.

Ellie agreed although she didn't know what it was he had suggested. Glenn sucked in a lungful and waved Ellie forward, but she didn't know what to do. "Lock lips with him so he can shoot it to you!" Big John rasped, giving her a push in the middle of the back. Ellie looked back at Glenn in some surprise, but he was telegraphing some urgency, so she leaned forward. Glenn grabbed her by the back of the head and crushed his lips to hers then poured second-hand smoke into her mouth. Ellie inhaled to scream and got a lungful of smoke.

"Oh shit!" Big John laughed. Ellie coughed and gasped and waved her hands, spilling beer here and there.

Glenn grabbed her arms. "Hey!"

Ellie coughed some more. "What the fuck!"

"You never did it before, did you?" Glenn said accusingly.

"No... I... I didn't." Ellie admitted.

"That's a shotgun, bitch!" Big John exclaimed. "Glenn sucks it in and gives it to you, um kind of filtered, you know?"

"Oh..." Ellie blushed. "I thought...."

"Better stick to beer," Big John told her.

"I'm fine... I was just surprised!" Ellie insisted. She took a swig of beer, more or less just to prove she could.

"Yeah, sure," Big John said, dismissing her derisively.

"No, come on! Glenn let's try it again, Ellie insisted.

"Let Alena try it."

Alena turned to Big John expectantly. He took his hit and handed the joint to Glenn, then pulled Alena to him, gently. She went willingly and plastered her lips against Big John's and sucked in the smoke. Having had the opportunity to watch Ellie mess up and heard the resulting criticisms, she passed the test. Alena got a big hit that rolled right over her, bringing a big rush with it. She weaved and moaned and the interior of the van spun. "Want some more?" Big John inquired the lust in his voice unmistakable.

"In a minute," Alena croaked. "My mouth is dry." "Have another beer..." Big John snorted.

Glenn was unbuttoning Ellie's top, ignoring her laughing protests as Sam drove the van away from the Mall. When the first of Ellie's breasts was exposed, he chortled, "Hey, guys, ain't this one of the nicest tits you've ever seen?"

Alena suddenly realized things were moving faster than she had thought they would. And when she heard Ellie say: "You should see Alena's; they're even nicer than mine!" a cold chill ran through her.

What the fuck? Alena recalled telling the Asian girl that her wardrobe was depleted. Ellie talked me into going to the Mall. She led us to these guys; even called them cute. Was it a coincidence that she was already outside the apartment waiting for me to come out? Had it all been planned? No, that was impossible. Too many things had to fall into place for it to happen, I'm making too much of this. I'm going to get laid, no big thing... she thought about the bulge in Big John's pants and began to smile as he pawed her breast under the cammi she wore, tweaking the nipple with his fingers. Well I feel like getting laid... so why the fuck not?

"You like to fuck?" Big John asked. She noticed his voice cracked as he asked.

"I do," Ellie giggled, answering before Alena could. Alena glanced at her new friend and saw that Glenn's hand was already under her skirt; obviously fingering her pussy.

"Say, what nationality are you anyway?" Sam asked Ellie after glancing back at them. 

Ellie quickly answered with, "I'm half Chinese, half American. Think I'm pretty, do you?" As she spoke, Ellie squeezed the sides of her top together with both hands, exposing all but her nipples to everyone in the Van. Her legs were parted enough that Alena could see her pussy in the shadowy hollow junction of her thighs.

"I think you're both beautiful," Sam answered as he maneuvered the van next to a space behind a dilapidated barn. And cut the engine. 

Surprisingly, Alena felt flattered by the compliment while Ellie appeared to accept it as her due and drew Glenn down for another kiss moaning into his mouth as he continued fingering her. Ellie responded by squeezing his hardon, although it was still in his pants.

Alena found Big John cute enough in a creepy-sexy way. She really didn't think he would hurt her. Moreover, she didn't remove his less than errant hand from her breast.

"I'm told I'm a good kisser," Big John whispered in her ear. He didn't wait for Alena to reply but leaned in and put his slippery lips on hers, parting her mouth with his tongue and acting as if he was fucking her with it. 

Alena had to concede that he was a very good kisser and wanting to enjoy more of them, allowed herself to relax against his firm, muscular chest. Big John caught Alena off guard when he ended a long soul kiss by asking her to take off her cammi top, saying, "I want to look at you."

"You want to what?" Alena gasped. 

"I won't touch you. I just want to look."

Knowing it was going to be more than just looking at her, and that there were two other guys in the van, Alena glanced over at Ellie and saw that the oriental girl was already had Glenn's cock out and was working it in professional fashion.

I've got a strange girl for a roommate, she thought, watching Ellie caress Glenn's face with her other hand.

Grasping the way things were going, Alena decided to go with the flow and hardly hesitated before pulling her cammi up. But Big John was in a hurry and shoved her bra up, exposing her breasts to one and all in the van. He followed up by pulling the cammi over her face, saying: "You've got a great pair of perky tits."

Alena hesitated, her instincts warned her not to give up to much too soon, still she had to do something to seize back a semblance of control.

I'm not making any money today; she thought reaching behind her with shaky hands and unhooked the bra, letting it slid off her onto the floorboards of the van. Her nipples were rock hard.

Then he spoke again, "You wouldn't be a virgin, would you?"

"No."

"You like foolin' around?"

"Yeah..." she said, trying to sound sarcastic, but her words had no noticeable effect on any of the guys in the van.

Sam was watching her, ogling her tits in the rear-view mirror; and Alena hoped he was watching the road. She didn't want to wind up in the hospital, or worse.

A quick glance over at Ellie gave her pause. Ellie was already going down on Glenn. A poke on the arm from Big John brought Alena back to the moment. She heard him repeating himself. "Okay, now lie back. Just relax. Put your hands behind your head."

Thinking he was going to resume kissing her, Alena readily complied.

"Yeah, like that. I just want to look at you. But you're hard to resist, you know?" Alena lay back on the seat; her bare skin touched the cold, slightly sticky vinyl and she knew she was growing wet.

Big John appeared to be reading her mind, for he promptly ran a hand up her skirt and rubbed her panty-covered pussy. "This one's kinda wet!" he announced to everyone's amusement.

"Betcha I'm wetter," Ellie laughed lewdly.

"She is," Sam yelled out raucously, "I can smell her pussy from here!"

"Oh, don't get disgusting on us!" Alena said, trying to defend Ellie.

"It's okay, Alena, he'll be going down on me after Glenn pumps me full of his love juice." Alena was stunned by the coarseness of her remark, but said nothing. Big John was busy removing Alena's clothes. Ellie was doing the honors herself while Glenn knelt in front of her almost drooling with lust.

As the last vestiges of clothing left her body Alena felt confused. Was Ellie part of this or not? She decided Ellie hadn't knowingly gotten her into this, and resigned herself to getting laid by more than one guy, telling herself that it wasn't the worst thing in the world; that she'd no doubt be spreading her legs for money the next day, so why not go with the flow. 

It seemed silly, but Alena was bothered more by Sam's presence than anything else. She had screwed her former boyfriend, Nick while Kathy Longstreet took it from behind from her boyfriend at the old apartment some months before. So two couples screwing was not new to Alena, but having a third party watching – worse, waiting to take the place of either Big John or Glenn when they'd finished with either Ellie or her was troublesome to her.

All such thoughts vanished the moment she felt Big John's hard cock pressing against her lower back. She already knew he was huge, but couldn't begin to guess at its size.

He cupped her breasts and ground his hips into her ass. Alena realized she was welcoming the pressure of his cock against her and moaned happily. Her legs grew weak as he plied her nipples with his large fingers. Shockwaves began pinging off her clit.

Alena thought she heard Glenn say something, but was already in a sexual fog and couldn't make the words out. Evidently, Big John understood, for he started squeezing her nipples harder.

She did hear Ellie's moan which was followed by an urgent, "YES, YES, YES!"

Craning her neck, Alena turned far enough to see that Ellie had straddled Glenn's lap and was bouncing up and down on his cock like she was riding a pony. 

Something broke inside of Alena at that moment, she cried out and gripped Big John's hands, pinning them against her breasts as a sudden, very intense wave of pleasure smacked her between the eyes.

Big John straddled her thighs. "Gonna show you something," he muttered, and Glenn and Sam laughed.

He unzipped his pants and his erect cock jumped out at her. She glanced down and drew in her breath. It was awesome! It appeared to be twice the size of any cock she'd ever seen.

"Wow!" Ellie crowed. "Looks like you won the fuckin' lottery, Alena!"

Alena's eyes bulged from her head. He was thicker than a can of Coca Cola! He was so long Alena immediately concluded he would never fit it all inside her.

"Um," she began and stopped, she kept staring at his gigantic appendage. Alena was not alone in this; Ellie and Glenn had stopped fucking. Every eye in the van was on Big John's thick cock. 

Big John broke the eerie silence. "You ever let your boyfriend jack off on your tits?" 

Staring at his cock like a deer caught in headlights, Alena shook her head no. "Ever let him cum on your ass?" she could only shake her head. Words failed her.

" No? What the fuck are you, a goddamn tease?" "I... I'm not a tease," Alena managed to say, as she wondered about the possibility he might tear her apart.

Ellie was unaware that she had begun to drool as she imagined all three cocks entering her at the same time. 

"Turn over," Big John told Alena. "Let me see your ass." He raised himself up a little and she turned. As she rolled over, her legs still between his, her bare thigh pressed against his balls, putting a brief, delicious pressure on his loaded testicles. When she was on her stomach he saw how her thong, pulled up tight between her legs, parted her firm, round ass cheeks and he almost tore them off but he made her take them off herself. 

"Pull your panties down." Alena slid them down over her ass as far as she could. "Come on, show me your ass." She felt her wetness making her pussy lips and thighs slippery and there was a tantalizing pulsing deep in her cunt. She was confused and angry at herself for her reaction, but she arched her back and pushed her butt up towards his cock. 

No one noticed that Sam was moving into the back with the others.

Glenn had his arm around Ellie's waist. She in turn had his testicles in the palm of her hand. Both looked on with concern as they saw Big John readying to enter Alena's pussy.

Alena whimpered in fear, at the same time she relished the idea of being impaled on such a prodigious member. He'll stretch the hell out of me, she thought. It'll be like having a baseball bat shoved up my twat.

Alena shifted position so that she was leaning back with her pelvis tilted up with her legs spread as wide as she could get them. 

Big John's body loomed over her, blocking everyone else from view.

She shuddered in expectation of great pain, and was taken aback when he moved between her thighs and thrust his face into her crotch and began tongue-fucking her!

Alena uttered a loud, approving moan. Her hips bucked and writhed. Off in the distance, Alena thought she heard Sam telling Ellie to suck his dick. She didn't pursue the thought, but grabbed a handful of Big John's hair and moved his face around her cunt finding one pleasure zone after another. Big John's hands went to her breasts and began a pleasurable mauling that, along with his mouth and tongue, brought Alena to orgasm.

After several minutes and two more orgasms, Big John raised his face from the frothy cream now covering Alena's cunt. Sam and Glenn couldn't hold back their laughter. Pointing at Big John's face, Sam cracked, "You... you look like the guy in that milk commercial!"

Alena saw that he did, in fact, bear a sort of whitish moustache on his upper lip from her juiced up snatch. Non-plussed about it, Big John grinned and licked at the "moustache," asking Sam if he'd gotten it all."

"Most, anyway, big guy; you kiss her, she'll clean the rest off."

Alena heard him and leaned into John, kissing him hard, and making sure she licked his upper lip before ending the kiss.

"You ready?" Big John inquired kindly.

"Fuck me," she gasped. "Fuck me hard!" 

Raising her legs high and wide on either side of his broad chest, Big John deftly maneuvered his prodigious prick to her opening. Alena, feeling him at her entrance, fumbled for his cock, found it and guided him into her. Big John shifted his hips slightly and surged into her some six or seven inches. She couldn't recall ever feeling this filled with a man's meat.

"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!" Alena screamed, terrified he had torn her vagina to pieces. "Are you all right?" He asked tenderly, taking a moment to assess the damages. Finding none, and after a reassurance from Alena, he laughed and urged his huge cock even deeper, eliciting another, more primal moan from Alena's lungs.

"Does it hurt?" Ellie called out.

"Fuck you, Ellie!" she answered, causing the men to laugh, and Big John to increase his tempo in fucking her.

"Oh, yeah... fuck me," they heard her croak in a rasping voice totally unlike the one she had used earlier.

"Fuck me hard, man! Fuck my pussy!"

Ellie was jerking off the other two men, alternating with the occasional quick suck on each to keep them interested in her.

Big John was pounding Alena into another world. A world of exquisite sensation coupled with a lush series of vivid colors that Alena knew she had coveted her entire life without ever realizing it. The incredible cock was hitting her cervix tilting it slightly before wending his way into her womb. She was coming non-stop by this time and oblivious to everything but her orgasms and the manner in which he continued to fill her. 

Alena's body snapped and jerked under his fierce fucking. Her legs, now wrapped around his neck, had never been higher. He jerked his hips back then forth and she flung her head back when he rammed into her hitherto unreached depths and then hurtled out of her badly stretched vagina sending droplets of their mutual love juices flying every which way, including some that reached Ellie's face, causing her to lick at them with an intensity that had both Glenn and Sam vying to see which would enter her pussy first.




Learning Curve Ch. 03



Sam won out. Glenn fed his throbbing erection to her hungry mouth.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Alena groaned happily. "Ohhhh, yes baby, yes... fuck me!"

Moments before Big John ejaculated into her, Alena realized that for the present she was insatiable, wanting nothing more than to have another cock, and possibly both Glenn and Sam's in her at the same time. He's opened me up, why not fit them both in there at the same time?

Given her current state, it was surprising that Alena had the ability to look over at Ellie to see how she was handling the others. It took extra effort, but she managed to turn her face in Ellie's direction and saw her being manhandled by both Glenn and Sam. She was on the floor between Glenn's legs. He had his dick in her mouth and appeared to be raping her face. Sam was kneeling behind her, instructing her to touch herself; to make herself good and wet for him while he pumped his fist up and down his swollen, vein-laced shaft.

Alena noted that his cockhead was poised directly above Ellie's crack and imagined its swollen tip, slippery with pre-cum, sliding into her tight bunghole. Sam tightened his grip, fortifying Alena's the vision. 

Ellie whimpered a little. "Do it. Go ahead," Sam rasped. Ellie complied, reaching down and putting a hand between her legs and then rubbing her clit, while sucking relentlessly on Glenn's formidable erection. 

"That's a good girl," Sam whispered. Then he moved one of his knees so it was between her legs and he spread her thighs so he could watch her rubbing her wet cunt lips. He was pleased by the sight of her gyrating, pumping ass as she humped her hand. She turned her head so she could watch him stroking his delicious hard-on and she realized that now he was teasing her. She pretended it was his cock that was fucking her as she shamelessly penetrated herself with her fingers -- inviting him to shove his cock into her eager, wet pussy. 

Sam kept stroking himself.

With her other hand, Ellie reached around and spread her ass cheeks, giving him a better view of both her willing holes. 

"You gonna fuck me?" she asked, almost begging. Alena watched Sam carefully aim his cock in preparing to fuck Ellie from behind. Alena wondered if Ellie even knew what Sam was about to do, but didn't doubt that she was ready and plenty wet enough to accept. 

Even though Alena knew what was about to occur, she winced when Sam drove his formidable cock into Ellie with so much violence that she was lifted up off the floor. To Alena's surprise, Ellie merely grunted and struggled to maintain her balance. Glenn had her head in his hands while pumping his cock into her mouth, and Sam settled into a steady rhythm fucking her from behind.

It was then that Big John went into a fucking frenzy.

"Kill me with that cock, motherfucker!" she screamed as he spewed a torrent of milky white jizm into her cunt. He pulled out and kept coming on her breasts and then her face while Alena screamed joyously, "Kill me with that cock!" "How many cocks could you take right now?" Big John's voice was a hoarse growl, as he answered for her. "One in your pussy, one in your ass and one in that sweet mouth of yours -- is that what you want, baby? Every hole filled with cock? Every hole filled with come?" But Alena refused to answer -- or maybe she couldn't. 

When she did find her voice, Alena croaked, "That was fuckin' incredible. Whoa, you know, I just kept coming and coming. I thought you were going to tear me up inside."

"Did I?"

"No, but I thought you would."

"And it's the thought that counts, huh?"

Alena started giggling and play slapped him. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and they turned to watch the others.

"That son-of-a-bitchin Glenn lasts forever," Big John said with a chuckle thrown in. They were both watching as Glenn pumped furiously into Ellie's cunt. Alena realized that at some point they had switched positions with Ellie, but for the life of her, she couldn't recall when it had occurred.

A moment later, Alena found that Sam had abandoned Ellie and was shaking his cock in her face.

"Suck it, bitch!" he crowed. She turned to Big John, who nodded, saying, "Might as well, you're gonna do us all before going home. You know that, don't you?"

Alena slowly nodded her head, and readied herself to give Sam a blowjob, but found she was unable to accommodate him. But Big John hoisted her up and told her to hold onto Sam's waist. Alena felt Big John's cock stirring and wanted nothing to do with Sam. She wanted everything to do with Big John's massive appendage, but succumbed to their mutual wishes and leaned forward, and after taking hold of Sam's waist as ordered, presented her open mouth to Sam, who promptly shoveled his cock into it.

He was smaller than Big John, but still had a decent sized, uncircumcised cock. Still tingling from Big John's ravaging, Alena began circling his pecs with her fingertips and moments later, extended her arms in order to caress his entire chest while sliding down on her knees and nuzzled his cock.

For some reason Alena felt that she was in a kind of competition with Ellie, and started vying for points in an imaged contest with her as to who would give the best head.

She began drooling over Sam's cock then took his cockhead between her teeth and slurped inward, releasing her teeth slightly and drew his cock deeper into her mouth until it halfway in. Then she tried something she'd thought about doing to Eric but hadn't, and bit down with an incredible gentleness, so that she could hold him in her mouth without using her hands.

"Jesus Christ!" Sam groaned, drawing the attention of everyone else in the van.

They all saw Alena reach around Sam's back and firmly grab a butt cheek in each hand and then pulled him toward her. Suddenly his cock was fully embedded in her throat.

Looking at her kneeling profile, Ellie saw that Sam's purple headed warrior actually bulging out of Alena's throat as it moved under the skin of her neck, just above where it widened into my chest. Alena swallowed the excess saliva in her mouth at that moment and the onlookers saw the bulge ripple as she did.

They were all silent for several seconds, and then Big John roared his approval. His was quickly followed by the others. Sam had a funny grin on his face, as he basked in the knowledge that something unusual was happening and he was part of it.

A loud squelching sound erupted from deep within Alena's throat as she continued to deep throat Sam.

Glenn was no longer fucking Ellie.

Big John was slowly stroking his one-eyed monster. Ellie had resorted to fingering herself. But all of them were watching Alena work her magic on Sam's dick.

Suddenly, Sam found his tongue and began goading Alena on. "Yeah, that's it you fucking whore. Do what you're fucking best at!"

With her jaw stuffed full of cock, Alena managed the slightest smile as she made eye contact with Sam, and then went back to fellating him. Sam felt himself readying and grabbed Alena's head, seized a handful of hair and used that as leverage to fuck her face with a fury he hadn't known he possessed.

"You couldn't do that with me," Big John said, shaking his restored erection in her face. Alena pushed Sam's prick back out with her tongue, and answered his challenge. 

"Uh-uh," she said innocently, and then smiled sweetly. "But I'm still a great piece of ass, aren't I?" she gasped, pleased at having used the correct phrasing she had learned in English 101.

"You are that," Big John laughed and gave her left breast a friendly squeeze.

She took Sam back in her mouth, and he pounded into her face so fiercely Alena knew he was about to explode.

There was no further warning other than Sam's yanking his cock from her mouth and ejaculating a long, white stream of semen into her wide open mouth. Spurt after spurt of thick, creamy cock-juice followed filling Alena's mouth. She hummed and moaned happily as her mouth literally overflowed with sperm. Once Glenn's fuck-stick was done pulsing he turned Alena's face toward Big John, who was stroking his enormous member.

"Yeah, that's it," hissed the janitor lewdly. "Whack off in her slut face."

Alena snorted, and stuck her cum covered tongue out and wiggled it at him, while Big John pumped his dick for all he was worth. He came, not in spurts, but with a steady stream of gooey white cum that covered half of Alena's face before he was finished.

Glenn roughly shoved Ellie until she was next to Alena. "Lick it off her, you little gook cunt!" Ellie shot him a look of such hatred that he paused for a moment. But Ellie obeyed his instruction and leaned into Alena and stuck her tongue out as if to sample the copious amount of jizm dripping from her face. Glenn began jerking his dick, intent on adding to the seminal fluid covering Alena's face and did so moments later, directing about half of his ejaculation toward Ellie and half to Alena's faces. When he was done the three men stared at the girls as if they couldn't believe what had just happened. Big John grinned lewdly, and shook his prick at them. "Whatcha sluts gonna do now?" he asked. 

Alena had already had her response ready and shot him a wink, and started gargling for all she was worth. After she'd given them a suitable show, she closed her eyes and swallowed. 

The men just stared at her for several seconds, absolutely speechless. Sam was the first to finally speak. "Wow," he said, clearly in awe. "That was amazing. I never seen nothing like it." Alena stood up and started gathering her clothing. She smiled at them and said, "Next time you and Glenn get to fuck me. Ellie will certainly want to try that monster Big John's waving around' although I guess it'll be a little bigger then."

"So..." Big John said, "You want there to be a next time?"

"Sure I do. Don't you, Ellie?"

Ellie nodded her agreement, unable to speak for she was in awe of Alena's being able to take complete control of the men.

"But for now," she said as she kissed each man's cock in turn, ending with a powerful suck on Big John's still formidable, but flaccid penis, "we've got to back to our car at the mall. You are taking us back, right?"

"Um, yeah, sure we are," Glenn said as he got behind the wheel and turned the key in the ignition.

While the van was approaching the interstate, Alena and Ellie dressed silently, eyeing each other with those subtle, sexy smiles that seem to be able to convey so much. 

Alena, her face still covered in semen, ran her fingers over her face, neck, and hair in a futile attempt to remove it from her person.

"You'll need a good long shower to get it all," Ellie whispered while the guys drank from newly opened beer cans as the van pulled into the mall's parking lot and circled until Ellie pointed out their car. ________________________________________

Alena took a twenty-five minute shower back at the apartment. At the fifteen minute mark, Ellie joined her, insisting on washing Alena's hair. They managed to soap one another without any sexual activity.

Afterward, while blow drying her hair, Ellie asked Alena if she thought they'd just been raped.

"Are you kidding," Alena responded. "We went willingly. I can only speak for myself when I say I never felt threatened by them. I was really horny. I mean, maybe I went further than I intended, but I enjoyed being treated like a slut. Didn't you?"

"I guess," Ellie said after hesitating a beat or two. "I might as well tell you that I use my body to make money, um, you know, I put out for these guys on weekends."

"You do! Alena gasped, totally surprised by this admission on Ellie's part.

"Yeah, they're part of the syndicate, the oriental syndicate in town."

"Organized crime?" Alena sputtered.

"I guess so," Ellie answered lamely.

"I have a surprise for you, Ellie."

"What?"

"I'm kinda in the same game. I mean, I answer these ads on Backpage, and after I meet with the person placing the ad and find him safe and willing to pay my figure, we'll go off and do it."

"Fuck! You mean it? I mean, you're hooking too?"

Alena smiled at Ellie, shrugged her shoulders and said, "Yup!"

"Damn, want to come over to my place of work sometime?"

"Maybe, but for now, I'm doing pretty good on my own. I work when I want, no one bossing me around."

"Oh, no one bosses me around," Ellie said. "I come in and stand with several other girls and the clients make their selection."

"How much do you make a night?" Alena asked.

"Usually, it's five hundred; sometimes more, if a guy feels like tipping extra."

"Mmm, I make a little less. But then I just started. I expect to find clients that I can serve on a regular basis. I have one so far. Actually, I just got started in this last week."

"A newbie!" Ellie chirped. "Well we should celebrate, wanna go out and have a few beers?"

"Ellie, we just finished a rough afternoon. I think I'll let my pussy rest a day. You might consider it too."

"Hmmm, you're probably right. After all, I do have to work tomorrow night."

"Are your clients all Asian?"

"Almost all, yeah; I have done one black guy. I think he supplies the club with drugs. I know, it sounds crazy, having him providing drugs that come from the orient."

The girls decided to order pizza and watch TV, and did, after all, as Alena said, "Tomorrow is another day."



Learning Curve Ch. 04



Alena was enjoying lunch at a nearby McDonald's when she opened her laptop and checked her messages. There was a second response from one. It had originally read: "Professional, executive white male, I am impressed with you. Attached is my photo. Rest assured it is current, taken a week ago. I would like to meet w/u ASAP; if possible, tonight. Would love to pamper and spoil you! Pls. call Hank, at __________.

The second read: "Professional, executive white male: what happened? If still interested call me at __________. We can meet tonight or tomorrow. Hank is Anxious to meet you.

Smiling to herself, Alena decided to meet with this Hank guy and earn some additional money. If she could pick up another $300 or so, and meet with Eric again two nights later, she would be rich.

*****

She met Hank at the local mall, in front of the cinema. He was as his picture indicated, just under six feet, brown wavy hair and ruggedly good-looking features.

He seemed a perfect gentleman, talking pleasantly about music, recent films he'd seen and his plans to become an architect someday. He was inquiring about Alena's background when they reached his car.

"Like, don't talk..." Alena said huskily, as she leaned into him and kissed him.

I like this guy, he's clean and soft-spoken... he has a plan for his life and that's more than I do.

When the kiss ended, Hank opened the passenger door and Alena slipped into the bucket seat. He closed the door and moved quickly to the driver's side, opened the door, got in and started the engine.

When the car was moving, Alena said, "Find a secluded spot, will you?"

Five minutes later they were parked inside a local cemetery. Alena laughed and said, "Wow, I didn't mean this secluded!"

He reached for her and she moved into his arms. They kissed again, this time tongues met as he ran his hand through her fiery red hair.

As their kisses deepened, Alena drifted off to another world.

She was back with Pamela and Devon, sharing their kisses, their subtle and not so subtle touches before realizing that it was Hank and not the fun couple from the previous evening who was nuzzling her oh so sensitive places that had her nipples hardening and her pussy getting wet.

"Um, Hank...."

"Mmmm, baby?"

"We... um, haven't discussed my fee."

But Hank had noticed her nipples too, and ventured a hand over Alena's soft little breasts. To his surprise she didn't stop him. He got a hand under the top, felt the warmth of her skin and the hard nipples beneath her bra. And Hank knew how to undo a bra. His hand found the front catch and Alena's breasts were his. 

"Hank!"

"Huh... what?"

"You're a nice guy and all, but it's going to cost you."

"Um... how much?"

"Don't you remember your ad?"

"Mmmm, I do. I never mentioned money."

"You said you wanted to pamper and spoil me!"

"I'm doing just that, aren't I?"

"I'm afraid not, and as nice as this is, I need to get paid. I'm a professional. Now cough up the money or I get out of the car."

Alena had reasoned that he would pay. After all he had her tits out; and they'd been kissing hotly for some time now. No way was he walking away from a hot pussy like hers.

But instead of reaching for his wallet, Hank was undoing his jeans.

"It's three hundred, Hank. Just three hundred and I'll make that pecker of yours see the stars."

"I never pay for it," he said and there was a nasty tone that hadn't been there before.

"Hey, fuck that, Hank...."

He slapped her hard.

Alena was stunned. No one had ever slapped her before.

"What the fu...."

He slapped her again and backhanded her before snarling; "Get your face down on my cock before I start punching you!"

Alena took his hard shaft in her delicate fingers. She began caressing his member more out of fear than anything else.

Hank sighed and pulled her closer, easing her head downward. 

Alena almost desperate to get out of the situation safely brought her mouth onto his cock. Her tongue closed on the shaft causing Hank to moan. His hands ran through her hair, holding her steady. Alena ran her tongue along the sides of his cock then took him into her mouth and sucked as he thrust gently into her orifice. 

She felt Hank's hips beating faster, jarring her a little. The cock in her mouth stretched her, but Alena was past caring. Suddenly Hank cried out, clamped his hands on her head and shoved his penis farther into Alena's mouth.

Alena felt the head of his cock swell, and then there was a hot flood of his semen pouring down her throat. To Alena, it didn't taste like much of anything, but she swallowed it all.

Hank didn't say a word, but tucked himself away and drove her back to the Mall and let her out.

Alena took note of his license plate, and committed it to memory. But she had no intention of going to the police. Perhaps she would meet someone someday who might help her extract her revenge on Hank, or whatever the fuck his name was, but for now she had nothing to show for the blowjob she'd given him, and went back to her apartment, and realizing it was only 9:30 checked out her laptop for any new responses to her ad and found one.

Love your pic. Compensation forthcoming if price is right. Al. Call me at __________. Available all hours.

Alena made the call. Al sounded horny, but otherwise alright and she agreed to meet him by the steps of the Baptist Church on Grove Street at ten fifteen.

*****

She was impressed by Al's neat appearance, he was young, perhaps younger than she, but remembering that Hank had seemed alright too, she got right to the point and asked for three hundred up front. 

Al handed her a bunch of crumpled twenties and Alena tucked them into her purse and got into his car. This time she told him where to go. It was secluded enough, but within earshot of several businesses, including a busy bar on the corner.

Alena sat back and lifted her butt off the seat long enough to push her shorts down her long legs. Al's eyes bulged out as he took in her neatly trimmed sex. He tried not to stare, but had never seen a red-haired twat before.

"You said you loved my picture, so now I'm here and you can do anything you want to me, Allie baby," she whispered, tossing her shorts over her shoulder. "You can lick me or dick me, suck me or fuck me. What's your choice?"

"Uhhh..." he swallowed hard, but his eyes were drawn back to Alena's pink vulva as she began to slide her long middle finger between her pussy lips.

She began to tease him, saying, "I'm a naughty girl. Would you like to spank me... or would you like me to spank your monkey for you?"

Al was frozen with indecision. Alena decided to enjoy herself and give him something he hadn't expected.

SLAP!

Al blinked; not believing what he'd just seen. Alena had slapped her pussy; slapped it hard. 

"Ohhhh..." she breathed, rubbing her pussy and nodding her head, "See that Al? I like it. I never let anyone spank my pussy before. You can be the first. Spank it for me... spank it hard, okay?"

"You're crazy," he whispered, looking between Alena's lust glazed eyes and her now obviously moist pussy. He could smell her juices and see her labia glisten with excitement.

"Or maybe you'd like to play with my titties..." Reveling in the control she had over him, Alena quickly peeled her top off and tossed it on top of her skirt, leaving her nude in the car. 

"C'mon, touch me. Touch me somewhere's, Al."

Her request brought him out of his daze and he reached out and touched her right nipple; squeezed it twice before lowering his mouth to it.

"That's it! That's more like it! She moaned. Alena couldn't believe how hot she'd gotten teasing this young guy. She already had her middle finger inside her cunt, jilling off while Al sucked each puffy nipple in turn. Her mouth hung open and a small track of saliva was drooling down her chin as she wiggled her tongue at him, trying to entice him into kissing her or going down on her. She wanted his tongue someplace on her body; needed it badly.

Taking the finger from her pussy, she brought it slowly toward her mouth, but hesitated and did not place it on her tongue.

"Want to suck my finger?' she said wantonly.

Al nodded, and she fed him the finger and giggled as he sucked the taste of her from it.

"Take your cock out for me, Al," she hissed.

"I... I...."

"C'mon, take it out. I want to see it."

He fumbled his hardon out of his jeans and she looked at it. He was perhaps five inches in length, a normal size for a penis. 

He was totally focused on her mouth; on the small pink tongue darting in and out from between her luscious lips. He almost came imagining her mouth around his penis.

And then it was.

Three short sucks of her mouth and he ejaculated.

Alena opened her mouth revealing his jizm pooled on the flat of her tongue.

"Kizz me," she said slurring the words so as not to lose the precious fluid on the tongue.

Al complied, moving to her quickly; receiving his seed from her mouth and swallowing it, thinking that's what she wanted him to do.

"Did you swallow it?" she asked not believing that he had.

"Yes, wasn't I supposed too?"

"No... I wanted to have you spit it back and forth... sort of sharing it.

"Oh... I'm sorry," he said contritely.

"Well you'll just have to get down between my legs and eat me out until I tell you to stop."

"I... I've never...."

"Just get down there and start licking, I'll tell you how."

Al's palm covered her mound. Alena grunted and shifted her rump, increasing the contact of his hand on her cunt.

"Make me cum...Make me cum...Make me cum..." Alena kept repeating, in time with her rapid breath, saying the words so quickly he could barely understand them, but his fingers had a mind of their own and they drifted between the soft folds of her pussy and delved deeper as she continued her mantra... "Make me cum...."

He wasn't even really fingering her. Alena had her finger next to his and she was the one doing all the work. She pumped her pussy hard and fast while all Al did was curl his finger inside her and move it around slowly, wiggling the tip as if scratching the buttery walls of her cunt. But it was just what she wanted.

"OHHH! OH! YES!" Alena squealed, lifting her hips and squeezing his wrist so hard it almost hurt.

Alena bounced around crazily, bending her back and putting her neck and head at such an angle Al feared she'd break something. Alena was cumming and suddenly sat up and lunged towards him, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing his face while he mauled her breasts as he attempted to suck her puffy nipples again.

"Oh, you naughty boy. You made me come," Alena giggled.

Letting a nipple slide away from him, Al said, "I did?"

"You did, and here, let me hold that breastie to your mouth so you can suck it good. You can even chew on it, you want."

Al contented himself with some ardent breast play for the next few minutes. Alena took a quick peek at her wristwatch, saw that they had only been partying for twenty-five minutes and felt his crotch to see if he was ready for a fuck.

He was.

Alena giggled as his zipper came down with soft zzzzzip! "Oh, look how hard you are. Is that for me?" she inquired, scratching his throbbing dick with her pink fingernails.

"Um..."

She had him in her mouth before he could complete the sentence.

"OHMYGOD...OHMYGOD!" Al snorted as her tongue performed here-to-for unimaginable things upon his cock.

"Don't cum!" Alena hissed, "Don't you dare cum!"

Not trusting him, Alena took him in hand and directed him right to the entrance of her pussy. "Put it in me!" she told him in no uncertain terms.

He found her hole hot and wet and as he slipped into her, Alena's body went stiff as she clamped down on him, kegeling him although she'd never kegeled anyone before, or knew what she was doing except that it felt right.

Al grew confident as he realized he wasn't going to shot his load early on. He began pumping into Alena with short, careful thrusts as she moaned and wrapped her legs around him.

"Oh, god, I wish I could stay in you forever," he blurted.

Alena was touched, more by his innocence than his sincerity. "You feel great inside me, Al." she replied wanting to make him happy. After all, she told herself, he's a real payer, and after that son-of-a-bitch raped me earlier, a real pleasure to be with. 

She followed up with several kegels that sent Al over the edge, and he came in her with a rush of semen, but continued fucking her. Of course, Alena had felt him cum, but she silently applauded him for continuing on and gave him another squeeze to add to his pleasure.

Alena waited another thirty seconds before blinking at him and slyly inquiring, "Did you cum?"

"Ummm..." 

"Well that's fine. You did good, Allie. Would you like to see me again sometime?"

"Um, yeah, sure," he replied.

"I'd like that. How soon do you think you'll have the money for me?"

"Um, I paid you, didn't I?"

"Yes, for tonight. I meant for the next time. Would you like to meet weekly?" I can give you a better rate."

"Um, well... I can get the money... how much did you say it was?"

"Two hundred for you, sweetie."

"Maybe next month," he said sadly.

"What do you do for a living, sweetie?"

"I... um, deliver newspapers."

"That's fine. You have a steady job. I like that," she said, not wanting to hurt his feelings. "You have my number. Call me whenever, sweetie. I really like you."

"I... l... I mean I like you too, Alena."

*****

Alena had enough cash to buy several pair of matching lingerie, and did so. She went to class every day for the next three days until Thursday when her "date" with Eric was upon her. That night she wore her black cocktail dress, although she thought it might be a tad tighter than normal, and attributed it to the fact that she was now eating with regularity. 

She checked her face in the mirror of the hotel elevator, thought her lipstick was too bright; thought her red hair, pulled up in a twist, seemed over-groomed. But as the doors opened into the restaurant on the top floor where she was to meet him, offering first a view of the magnificent bar and then behind it, the city's silhouetted skyline beyond. For one adamantine moment, Alena imagined what it would be like to let the doors slide shut again, and take a taxi home. Eric was a kind and thus far, gentle lover, but there was something about him....

But her feet weren't listening to her head, and they carried her across the expanse of terracotta tiles, and into the bar. Above the soft, insipid music, Alena heard her heels click against the ceramic as she walked towards one of the high, chrome stools and sat down.

She hoped the shooter of vodka she'd ordered would calm her down, but it didn't even register. She declined a cigarette from the bartender and stared past the bar and terrace, at the sprawling, garishly lit city.

The sound of someone moving the bar stool next to her made Alena jump. A slender Asian woman dressed in a sheath-like silk dress wriggled into the seat. She spoke to the bartender in accented English and then looked Alena up and down without bothering to hide her contempt.

"You Russia?" she said as she waited for the bartender to light her cigarette.

"Sorry?"

"You from Russia?"

"No," Alena said, confused just for a moment. Why Russian? Then it hit her, she had read that the prostitutes working the city were now mainly Russian immigrants.

"No, I'm not Russian. And I'm not..." Alena didn't finish the sentence because she realized that she was as the woman thought, a body for hire. 

Just then a hand slid up the middle of Alena's bare back and settled possessively around her neck. "May I?"

She looked over her shoulder. It was Eric. "Hi," she said brightly as a wave of relief washed over her. He sat on the stool to her left and ordered a scotch. 

The Asian woman reappraised Alena, decided she wasn't a whore like the other white Russians, finished her martini and quickly ordered another.

"I wasn't sure you'd be here," he said after a brief lull during which his scotch arrived.

"Neither was I."

Beneath the bar, she felt his hand settle on her thigh and give it a squeeze. His fingers traced small circles over the nylon of her Black stocking. Alena sat in silence for a moment, feeling his fingertips edge incrementally up her thigh to where the stocking ended.

"I gather this bar is a watering hole for Ladies of the Evening," she muttered, distractedly, and glanced at the Asian woman who was talking to the bartender.

"I guess it is," Eric replied. "They're looking for the hotel's clientele. They can afford them." 

He cocked his head, a smile playing at the edges of his mouth. Warm fingers played over naked skin beneath the hem of her dress, edging upward until she felt one brush the inside leg of her panties.

"As can I," he said, looking like the cat that swallowed the canary.

She swallowed hard against a dry throat as a single fingertip edged its way between her thighs. That's when Alena noticed she was wet.

"Shall we go? I have a room downstairs," he said, withdrawing his hand. He signed the bar tab and stood up and led her towards the exit, his hand, formal and polite, on the small of Alena's back, like a man leading a woman onto a dance floor.

The suite was on the 16th floor and looked out towards the river. There were books on tables and other items that suggested he hadn't hired the room for the night. He lived there.

"Would you like another drink?"

Alena shook her head, suddenly feeling terribly nervous again. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm just..."

"Nervous?"

"Yes."

"I understand. You did quite well the last time. Tonight should be no different." But when he gave her a thoughtful look Alena returned a quizzical look of her own.

"Don't worry. I'll tell you what to do."

Alena took a deep breath. "What should I do? I mean other than undress?"

"Do that then," he said studying her slim body as she peeled the black cocktail dress from her lithe body and stood before him in black stockings, black panties and heels.

"Take the panties off, leave the stockings on and step out onto the balcony."

She felt his eyes on her as she slid the panties down over the stockings and stepped out of them.

"Okay," she whispered. "And..."

"Balcony."

"Right."

Alena turned, pulled the sliding door open, and stepped out onto the balcony. The air held no freshness. The heat of the day was still rising up off the pavement, bleeding into the night. She stood at the railing and gripped it with both hands. Beneath her, the chaos of the traffic was sending up a cacophony of noise, but the click of his footsteps behind her made Alena glance over her shoulder.

"Don't turn around."

"Alright," she replied weakly. The darkness of the city pulled at her hypnotically.

She flinched as his hands flattened on the sides of her hips.

"S-sh... Easy."

"I'm not going to hurt you, Alena." Standing behind her, the heat of his body pressed into her. He reached around, his hands circling her bare thighs and pulled them apart. She moved for him, widening her stance, wondering how many eyes were watching them on the balcony.

"Good girl."

The fingers of each hand made their parallel ways up Alena's legs and met at her crotch. Then, one curved around; cupping her neatly trimmed pussy as the other reached up and covered her naked breast. 

He squeezed softly at first.

The fingers of his other hand grazed over her pussy lips. She felt him press, slipping a finger between them. It slid easily between the wet, swollen folds.

"Oh, my... I wasn't expecting that at all," he growled into her ear.

"I'm sorry," I stammered. 

"Shush. Silly girl. What are you sorry for?"




Learning Curve Ch. 04



His fingers slid through her cleft, grazing her clit as they went. Wetness, displaced by his touch, oozed and trickled down the inside of her thigh. With each stroke, the fingertips dipped shallowly into her hole, teasing but not penetrating. Alena moaned and spread her legs wider in response.

"You want it, don't you?" The hand at her breast found the nipple and pinched. "You want my cock... say it."

"I want it."

"Good girl," he whispered. "You'll get it; when I think you need it."

Two fingers eased inside, teasing the edge of Alena's opening, making her legs shudder with tension. She arched, pushing her hips back, pressing her ass against him. 

He was hard; she could feel his cock tenting his trousers, pressing between the globes of her ass. Alena moved her hips to feel his erection slide smoothly against the silk of her panties.

Alena flashed back to their first tryst. He'd had her masturbate; wanting to please him, she had drawn her legs up so as to expose her entire pussy to him. She recalled the squishy sounds her fingers had made going in and out of her cunt while he loomed above her, holding his cock in one hand. She had tried something new for her, and brought the wet fingers to her mouth and made a show of licking her juices from them, and when her other hand began stretching her vagina open, he'd pounced on her and after several quick thrusts, not all unlike Al from the night before, had ejaculated on her upper leg.

And while Alena had been enjoying her modest orgasm, he had stuck his tongue up her cunt and eaten her out so thoroughly that she was coming nonstop for several minutes. Sated, Alena was surprised to discover he was hard again. Later they'd moved to the bathtub where he'd fucked her using several positions. 

Alena had loved every minute of it and came so hard and often that she couldn't stop screaming. He'd covered her mouth with his hand to keep the hotel management from pounding on the door. Throughout her screams he continued to fuck her. Not as soundly as he had at first, but it was still a resounding fuck.

She recalled his whispered thanks, while she was dressing. And the kiss she'd bestowed on him while the tears rolled down her face, ruining her mascara.

"Next week?" she'd asked, and received his smiling nod of assent.

"Same room?" she asked tentatively.

"Yes, the same room, Alena; always the same room."

Coming back to the present, Alena thought: Only it wasn't the same room, or the same hotel. It was much nicer, much more expensive. He really wanted to be with me, she realized, and sighed contentedly.

Eric squeezed her right nipple. She let go of the railing and fell back against his chest. He squeezed the nipple harder. She whimpered, but made no move to free herself.

She heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip himself. She heard the crinkle of packaging and his grunt as he put the condom on. He stepped up behind her and shoved his sheathed cock between her thighs. 

She moaned, fully ready for him.

He teased the head of his cock against her cleft.

"Is this what you want?" One hand slipped down the front of her chest and taking hold of the bruised nipple again.

"Is this what you need?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

What kind of a question was that? Alena screamed in her head. "I... I don't know," she stuttered, knowing he required an answer. Then she bent forward, pushing her ass back at him.

"Yes you do," he hissed, teasing his cock slowly back and forth through my slit. He slid a hand possessively over my ass cheek. "You think you've got the young professional thing all sewn up, don't you? Cunt of the walk, am I right?"

Alena just moaned, feeling his sheathed cock throb and thicken as it stroked her.

"But all that is just a facade," he whispered. He angled the head of his cock, so it was just poised to enter her. "Isn't it?"

She rolled her hips to try and push him in, but he teased her, stepping back a little.

"Yes," Alena would have agreed to almost anything.

He dragged the shaft of his cock against her cleft then nudged its head at her opening. "You want it because you're a slut, aren't you?"

The hand that had been caressing her ass cheek came down on her hip with an audible slap.

"Yes," Alena whimpered.

"Mmmm, just a sweet little whore, after all."

He shoved his cock in hard. The violence and the wonderful relief of it made Alena gasp. Almost as soon as he had sunk himself fully, she closed her eyes and started coming.

"Mmmm... Good girl," his breathing seemed labored as he began to fuck her, one hand on her hip, and the other on her belly. Holding Alena steady, he stroked through her spasming cunt, embedding himself over and over.

Even as her first orgasm was ebbing, Alena felt the stirrings of a second begin. Her grip on the railing was so fierce that her nails bit into and then split against the metal. She found herself bending forward, lower, angling her hips up to take more of him, grinding backwards to meet him for every stroke.

"That's it. Fuck you're so sweet and tight."

As the second flood of spasms hit me, Alena opened her eyes. The sight of the dark city, its chaos and gaudiness rose up and overwhelmed her, until she could no longer separate it from the sensation of his cock, thrusting into her. It all became one. She groaned and whimpered as he continued fucking her.

Then she heard him make a strange noise, like a sob. It was the only time she'd heard him lose his reserve. He wrapped his arm around her waist and held her still on his cock as he bucked.

She felt him shudder hard. He grunted and buried his face against her back, sinking himself deep, up against her cervix. Even through the latex, Alena felt him explode, felt three distinct pulses as he came, his whole body rigid against hers.

"My sweet little slut," he moaned.

It was the words. Like after years of wandering the world nameless, someone had finally given her a name. Alena's knees gave way. If it hadn't been for the balcony railings, she would have collapsed.

He stepped away, from her, and the sounds of the traffic -- unnaturally absent from her consciousness -- returned, as if someone had switched on some speakers. She stood up, still gripping the railing, shell-shocked.

Alena heard him grunt as he removed the condom and zipped his pants back up. Her legs shook precariously as she retrieved her cocktail dress and pulled it down over her hips and smoothed it out.

When she turned to speak to him, he was already inside the suite. Unsteadily, she followed him in.

"Thank you," he said, without meeting her eye. He pulled his wallet out of his pocket, counted five crisp hundred-dollar bills and placed them on the coffee table.

"You... you don't want me to spend the night?" Alena tried not to let the bewilderment show on her face. She'd just had sex with this man, and he behaved as if she'd cleaned his windows.

"No. That won't be necessary."

"So... I guess that our arrangement is not going to work?"

Then he looked up and smiled cordially and shook his head. "No, the arrangement is very workable. Is it workable for you?"

For a moment Alena stood there, dumb-struck. Then she remembered to breathe deeply and smoothed a loose strand of hair off her face.

"Yes. Yes it is."

"Then I'll see you next Thursday at eight? Is that good for you?"

Alena walked toward the door, her body felt strangely numb. "Thursday...at eight, sure."

The knob of the door was dead and cold in her hand. Prostitutes weren't supposed to feel this way, she thought. I'd better get used to it. 

"Well... good night, Eric."

Alena stepped into the hotel hallway and headed for the elevator. Before she reached it, she heard his door open. Alena turned and he stepped into the corridor.

"You forgot something," he said, walking towards her, holding out her purse with the money in it.

"Oh. Okay. Thanks," she muttered, clumsily accepting the purse from his hand. Her fingers felt cramped and stiff.

He gave her a quizzical look. It lasted only a moment, and then it was gone. "Good night. See you Thursday."

Alena turned and walked the rest of the way to the elevator. Only then did she realize she'd left her panties on his floor.



Learning Curve Ch. 05



Alena had no classes the following day and lounged around until noon, and then went shopping for a new dress and matching shoes.

On returning to her apartment, she opened the laptop and found an interesting response to her advertisement.

Couple, disease free, seek female to play with. $$$ to be made. Call _________. Ask for Patty.

Alena had to smile as she read the ad. Then she called the number and got an answering machine. She left an appropriate message, adding that she expected $300 for two hours work and gave them her phone number.

An hour later an anxious female called. 

"Hi, I'm Patty. Are you the one answering the ad?"

"Yes, I am. You know the price?"

"Yes, we're fine with it."

"Okay, I'm free this evening...."

"We were hoping you might be available in the next hour or so."

"That's possible. Let me rearrange my schedule and... if you'll give me an address and directions...."

They agreed to meet at a restaurant first before heading off to the couple's apartment. Alena showed up on time and immediately recognized the couple from their pictures. She made a bee-line for their table and the man; whose name she remembered was Terry, quickly stood and held her chair out for her.

"Thank you, Terry," she said, feeling an embarrassment coming on because they were dressed so well and she had worn her $52, 'fuck me', low cut red dress.

"I love your dress," The woman, Patty said with enough sincerity in her voice that Alena believed her.

Terry's eyes never left her breasts as he ordered a bottle of white Italian wine for them.

"As you can tell from the way Terry's ogling them, we think you have splendid tits. I prefer calling them tits, as opposed to breasts or tata's, or any other name you can think of," Patty laughed.

"I don't care what you call them as long as you like them," Alena said, more seriously than intended.

"Good, I think we'll all get along just fine. Terry is 28, and I'm somewhat older... 35, truth be told. You're probably 20 – 21, am I right?"

""I'm 20, going on 21."

"Are you concerned with Terry's endowment?"

"Not in the least," Alena responded.

Patty smiled, Cheshire-like. "I like your answer. Actually, he's hung like a horse. What are you, Dev, eight or nine inches?'

"Eight and a half, Patty."

Alena studied Patty while the waiter hovered about, making suggestions. Her dark hair was braided and wrapped over the top of her head. Her make-up was expensive yet designed to look as if it hadn't been applied. She wore a full length caftan which didn't reveal much of her figure, but Alena knew she had a lovely figure under it and was anxious to see them both nude.

"Am I to take it that you find me acceptable?" Alena asked when the waiter left with their orders.

"We haven't decided yet," Terry said as he placed his hand on hers; sudden warmth swept over Alena. She liked them both, and wanted the night to go well.

"Will I know by the time dinner's over?"

"Yes," Patty answered for them, "We'll definitely know by then." Then she proceeded to enlighten Alena about their sexual interests, and when Alena registered no apparent shock and remained seated, actually smiling at them as Patty discussed one sordid possibility after another. Patty smiled back and said, "You'll do, just fine. Our apartment is nearby, would you prefer dessert first, or would you prefer us for dessert?"

"I'd prefer the two of you... but I'd like the money up front."

"When we get to the apartment," Terry said off-handedly.

"Um, I'd prefer it now, if you don't mind."

"Why now?" Patty asked, revealing that she was somewhat peeved by Alena's demand.

"Simply for security reasons; I'll deposit the money in my ATM account on the way to the room. You should appreciate this," she said giving them both a broad smile. "One, acceptance of the money removes me as a potential law enforcement agent. And two, it protects me in the event the two of you are, in fact, law enforcement yourselves."

"Actually it does neither," Terry said as he signaled Patty that he was fine with Alena's request and reached for his wallet, peeled off four hundred dollar bills and gave them to Alena, who put them in her purse.

They had to make a slight detour to allow Alena to deposit the money, and then made directly for the apartment.

Terry had Alena sit on the sofa after they reached the room while Patty 'got into something more comfortable.'

When she returned, Alena turned her attention to Patty. She was a statuesque brunette, wearing only a man's white shirt, a thong, black stockings and endowed with a gigantic pair of breasts and a very slim waist. Her hair was tied into a single ponytail. Quite frankly, her facial features were plain. Alena thought that if not for the huge breasts, Patty wouldn't get a second look from the drug store cowboys who stood on the corner every night. 

"First things first, I always say," Patty giggled and then moved to take Alena in her arms and kissed her while her right hand fondled Alena's left breast.

"Mmmm, nice and firm," Patty chirped."Feel mine; I'm not wearing a bra."

Alena gave Patty's breast a light squeeze and ran her palm over a rapidly hardening nipple.

"Patty likes having her tits played with," Terry said, not having moved from his chair which was directly across from the two women.

"Don't we all?" Alena laughed and gave Patty's other breast the same treatment.

Then she reached around Patty and drew her close and kissed her. Alena let her fingers draw across Patty's ears and down to her neck. Patty moaned and her breathing accelerated. Alena nuzzled in closer, their legs entwined, and she began kissing Patty's neck, nibbled on her earlobe, and then sucked along the edge of the ear. 

"Whoa, you two should get a room," Terry laughed and approached the women.

"We have a room, darling," Patty whimpered as she worked a hand under the neckline of Alena's dress and teased the nipple she found waiting there.

"Mmm, how do you want to do this, Patty?" Alena whispered.

"With as much enjoyment as possible," Patty replied while producing a cigarette lighter and a joint containing some very potent marijuana, a strain appropriately named, appropriately enough, 'Thunderfuck,' which she passed to Alena after lighting up and taking a toke. 

After everyone had a hit, Terry said, "Now that we're relaxing, why don't you come outside with me to catch a breath of fresh air. You and I can watch a beautiful sunset from the balcony." 

Alena stood up and walked over to the balcony door Terry was holding open, and they walked out onto the secluded, screened-in balcony.

Patty sat in a well-positioned easy chair, ready to enjoy whatever came next, content to play the part of voyeur watching her husband and Alena through the glass door. Terry offered the joint to Alena, who accepted it and took a deep hit, and relaxed.

Terry embraced her and she clung to him, caressing his back as he touched her hair and then her face. 

"Mmmm," Alena sighed when he kissed her. Alena's mood went through several cycles in rapid succession. The weed certainly played a role in her actions, but she had been anticipating this double coupling ever since she'd read their ad.

Her hands were all over him, she grabbed his ass as he pressed a hand on her breast. 

They continued kissing, swapping spit, dueling tongues... she reached for him, squeezed his erection as he freed her left breast from the skimpy folds of her red dress. Seconds later her dress was on the floor of the balcony and she stood there wearing just a thong and heels, in full view of anyone happening to look out their window in their direction.

Patty called out to them, "You two better get back inside. Security will be getting calls about some exhibitionist in our apartment. We don't want that."

They returned to the room, closing the balcony drapes and moving to join Patty, who was removing her white shirt. Alena smiled appreciatively on seeing Patty's breasts, which jutted proudly, with no noticeable sag whatsoever.

"I hope I look that good when I'm your age, Patty," Alena said and meant it.

"Thank you, Alena. It's always nice to hear I've got great tits."

The only garments remaining on Patty's body was a thong, a black pair of highly erotic thigh highs with a scalloped design in the elastic at the top, and heels, which gave her legs a sexy look.

Then a serious expression crossed Patty's face. She whispered a couple of words to her husband and he nodded. Turning to Alena, she said, "C'mon, sweetie, have you ever used a bidet?"

"Um, no... I haven't," Alena replied, thinking, 'What do I know about those things? Nothing, nothing at all, except it's a device for women to cleanse themselves... maybe.'

The two women marched into the master bathroom together and closed the door behind them. "I hope I'm not embarrassing you by bringing you in with me, but I have to go and I didn't want you and Devon starting without me," Patty said as she squatted over the toilet and let loose a forceful stream of urine.

Alena watched soberly as Patty grabbed a handful of toilet paper and wiped herself.

"Did you think I brought you in here for some water sports?" she asked playfully.

Alena wasn't sure what Patty meant and didn't reply.

"Well in a way I did. Watch me while I make use of the bidet. It's a lovely tool, I just wish I had one at home."

That said Patty squatted over the bidet, and facing Alena, reached back and turned on the water. "You need to bend down to see what's going on. The water shoots up and cleans the pussy, or if I shift a little... like so... the water hits my ass. At any rate it feels delightful and cleans one at the same time."

Patty stood up and turned. Alena saw that her behind was still dripping water off of it. Patty took a small towel from the rack alongside the toilet and wiped herself dry.

"Now you try it, Alena."

"I... I didn't pee," she protested.

"No, but I'm going to eat that lovely pussy of yours. I'd like it nice and clean for me. So..." she gestured toward the bidet with her hand. "...Please?"

Nodding her acceptance, Alena positioned herself over the bidet and sank down.

"It's perfectly acceptable to sit on the edge, I prefer squatting over it, but that's a matter of choice."

Alena sat on the edge and looked at Patty for guidance.

"Just turn the water on... as you would a sink."

Alena turned the water on and jerked slightly when the stream hit her genitals.

"Now use your hand to wash the area clean," Patty instructed.

Alena felt a little pleasurable thrill as she brushed over her pussy, sneaking a couple of light touches to her clit. 

Patty laughed. "I do that myself. It's hard not to touch it after the water hits it a couple times."

"Oh!" was all Alena could say.

"Want to share another joint?" Patty asked quietly. She had a feeling her husband had his ear to the bathroom door.

"Sure," Alena replied, "Why not?'

She tossed the towel to Alena, "Dry off." Then she reached into her purse, produced the joint and lit up. After taking a deep drag and holding it in, she passed it to Alena.

Alena was putting the marijuana to her lips when Patty dropped to her knees, and using both hands, parted Alena's legs. Alena, concentrating on the toke she was imbibing into her lungs, hardly noticed anything amiss until Patty's tongue began lapping at her pussy.

"Ohhhh!" she moaned, for the combination of weed and tongue brought on a rapturous feeling that spread throughout her body lightning fast.

Patty quickly added several fingers to aid her tongue and Alena's knees started to cave on her. Bracing herself on the bidet, she managed to keep herself from falling to the floor and in the process, provided Patty with a wider target from which to attack her cunt.

Alena's first coherent thought while this was going on was that she was still holding the joint, and took another toke from it while her free hand went down to caress Patty's head.

Her orgasm hit quickly, and to Alena's surprise, Patty abruptly left off her tonguing, took back the joint, and told her to get ready for Terry.

Both women looked a little flushed in the face when they emerged from the bathroom. Patty looked like the cat after eating the canary. Alena resembled Little Red Riding Hood on looking under the covers for her grandma, and seeing the wolf.

"Why not help him take his clothes off, dearie?" Patty inquired mischievously.

Alena took a step toward Terry, who moved much quicker in her direction. He was obviously highly aroused. She helped him off with his suit jacket and tie, while he kicked off his loafers. She loosened his belt, opened some buttons and pulled down his zipper.

They both watched his trousers drop to his ankles before he stepped out of them. His erection was poking out of the fly of his boxers as they both sank onto a white L-shaped couch.

Alena took it in both hands and stroked it slowly.

"He still has some things on, dearie," Patty cooed from where she stood watching.

"Oh!" Alena said, and let loose his stiff cock to pull his undershirt up and over his head. What's the matter with me? She thought, and ran a hand over his chest, noting his solid frame. Do what you're supposed to do. Seduce them. She told herself, then tugging on his chest hair with her left hand, she leaned in and sucked his nipples in turn while relocating his hardon with her other hand and slowly jerking him off.

"She's very good!" Terry croaked to his wife.

"I thought she would be," Patty replied as she sank two fingers into her own cunt, and grunted with satisfaction.

"Are we sticking to the plan?" Terry asked breathlessly.

Patty didn't reply immediately, but moved over to them and placed herself against Alena's flank and began rubbing herself against the younger woman. Terry breathed a deep sigh and leaned forward to feed on her succulent puffied nips.

Alena kissed the back of her neck then sucked on the juncture between neck and shoulder, leaving a sizable hickies as a souvenir, while Patty sucked contentedly on her nipple.

Suddenly the impact of having both breasts sucked at once hit home. Alena's cunt sang out and she groaned loudly.

"She likes having her tits sucked," Terry laughed.

Feels good," Alena croaked. "Suck them harder. I can feel it in my clit."

"Ah, an appreciative comment, I like that," Terry laughed and did exactly as requested, causing Alena to moan even louder.

Meanwhile, Patty had left off Alena's nipple and was busy opening her jeans.

Alena used the time to shake the shirt from Patty's body, revealing an interesting, if minimal tan line around each of her breasts, and a purple thong.

"Now I would have sworn you had no tan lines at all. You certainly fooled me there," Alena laughed.

"Suck them!" Patty hissed.

Obligingly, Alena hefted a breast up to her mouth and licked a nipple. She realized that Terry was no longer seated next to her, but didn't look to see where he'd gone, thinking he was doing something to Patty.

Patty's thick, rubbery tip popped out a little after some strenuous suction by Alena.

"Suck it harder," Patty whined as she combed her fingers through Alena's hair. Alena opened her mouth wide on the teat and gave it a hard suck, making a big slurping noise. 

"Yesssss, like that," Patty groaned happily.

After a moment more at that breast, Alena moved to the other, running circles around it with her tongue. Then she played windshield wiper, moving from nipple to nipple, biting, chewing and sucking while Patty moaned and groaned joyously.

"So good! Oh, you are so fucking good at this! I love it!"

Alena laid a hand on Patty's thong. It was hot and very damp. She pressed the hand into the woman's crotch and kissed her hungrily. Patty spread her legs wide in invitation. 

When Alena's fingers found their way inside the thong, Patty arched up against her hand. The kissed continued for a time, during which Alena's fingers made their way into Patty's drenched cunt.

Patty broke the kiss with a gasp. "Wait!" she croaked and raising her legs, stripped the thong off and threw it aside. 

Alena could smell her.

But rather than attacking the glistening black thatched pussy, Alena returned to Patty's huge breasts and fingered both nipples between thumbs and fingers. 

Patty's face shone with sweat.

Alena looked down between Patty's legs. Her knees flapped open and closed like butterfly wings. Alena let her fingertips caress their way across the other's stomach and into the dark hair between her legs. Alena's fingers parted Patty's outer lips and were greeted by soft, slick flesh. The big-breasted woman was drenched. Alena ran a finger up and down the length of her slit, testing. Patty's body jerked in response.

"Like that?"

"Shit, I love it!" 

Alena used two fingers, and drew them softly up and down on either side of Patty's clit. She whimpered and bit her lower lip.

"A little softer, a little slower," she whispered.

Using two fingertips, Alena went a little softer and a little slower. Patty held her breath and her face twisted up. And then, with a sudden rush, she yelled; her eyes and mouth opened wide. For a moment she breathed in quick bursts. And then she groaned. "Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Oh, my god!"

It was then that Alena saw Terry standing next to them, stroking his erection and smiling down at them.

"Go on," he said, "Eat her."

Alena didn't hesitate, but lowered her face to Patty's cunt. The woman's pungent aroma tickled her nostrils. Her pussy looked so soft and inviting. The hair at the center was all sticky with moisture. Alena stuck her tongue out and ran it up and down Patty's slit.

Then, using both tongue and fingers, Alena went to work on Patty, licking, sucking, biting and manipulating her fingers to every conceivable part of the woman's vagina until Patty was climaxing with a violent series of almost convulsive shudders.

Patty's hands were clutching Alena's shoulders hard. Her face was flushed, and a little dark river of mascara ran down her cheek. 

It occurred to Alena that this was the time for Terry to be sinking his cock into one of them, but when she glanced at him, he was jerking off, eyes closed.

"Are you..." Alena began, but just then, Terry started to shoot his load on the two women. It was a copious amount of semen he sprayed on them, getting a large portion in Alena's red hair and an almost equal amount on Patty's breasts.

Then still jerking his shrinking penis, he fell on top of the women, kissing and hugging them indiscriminately. Moments later, he started lapping up the traces of semen on Patty's breasts, and when satisfied he'd gotten most of it, he moved to Alena, licking at various points in her hair while Alena sat passively without so much as a smirk on her face.

When terry finished licking both women clean of his semen, Alena managed to slide slowly to her knees.

"Oh, baby!" Patty cooed when Alena's hand reached back, found Patty's pussy and sent two fingers into the older woman. A moment later, Alena took Terry's semi-hard cock into her mouth and started to suck him off.

"Jesus... she's doing us both at the same time!" Terry exclaimed.

"We've got all night, dear. Why don't you take a shower? Clean up for us?"

"All right, Patty. I will."

"Don't play with yourself, darling!" she called out as he entered the bathroom. And looking down at Alena's face, now inches from her bushy cunt, Patty said, "Wait just a minute. I have something for us to play with."

Terry went directly to the shower, turned it on and then retreated back to the bathroom door and after turning the lights off, cracked it open. 

The women were already moaning as Patty produced an 18" long, double-headed dildo that he had bought her as a birthday novelty gift several years earlier. To his knowledge she had never made use of it. But seeing that it was certainly being used to its fullest capacity at the moment, with one end deeply embedded in each woman, it presented him with the most libidinous picture he had ever imagined. 




Learning Curve Ch. 05



The blankets were pulled back on the king sized bed and the two women were taking full advantage of all that space. They both had their right knees raised slightly; laying over the other's left leg. Their pussies were sliding up and down the "party pole" synchronously, that is, they shoved themselves down onto the dildo at the same time, and pulled off at the same time, lifting their hips as they pulled out and dropping their derrieres as they pushed down. They were using a double dipping exercise because they were still building up speed, and intended to go much, much faster. 

Terry had trouble accepting the speed and energy they were using to fuck one another. It appeared to be unsustainable, but they never faltered.

After what seemed like an eternity, he heard Patty began to breathe in that tense way she had just before she started to cum. Alena, on the other hand, was grunting and sobbing with each thrust. 

Terry gathered that she was also reaching her climax, and sauntered into the room, stopping at the foot of the bed where he continued to watch them. The idea of letting them think they had a secret seemed judiciously wicked to him, but his throbbing cock convinced him otherwise.

"Oh, honey," Patty cooed, "You caught us being naughty!" several minutes later when she saw him standing there.

"Afraid I did. But it was a pleasure watching you both."

"Come up here on the bed with us," his wife said seductively. Terry scampered up and sat between them, waiting expectantly.

"See how big he is, Alena?" Patty said taking his manhood in her hand and jerking him several times.

"He's all man!" Alena agreed.

"Easy does it woman," Terry cautioned. "I'm ready to go, but don't cause me to fire off too soon."

"Want to share him with me?" Patty inquired brightly as Terry glowed with anticipation. 

He knew his wife's imagination was almost unlimited in its resourcefulness.

"Shouldn't we..." Alena asked questioningly.

"Yes, you're absolutely right," Patty said cheerfully. "There should be ties in the drawer... the top drawer, dearie." She turned to her husband and said, "We're going to tie you up, sweetie. I know you like that. And then we'll blow you until you can't stand any more. And that's just for starters."

Alena handed Patty some black web straps with Velcro fastening cuffs. Patty lit up another joint and let Terry take a toke before taking it away and handing it to Alena while she herself trussed her husband up until he was spread-eagled on the bed.

"Damn these things sure put you in the right frame of mind for fucking," she said to Alena, who giggled in agreement, before replying: "As if that toy of yours didn't."

"Here, put this blindfold on him; let him figure out who's doing what to him," Patty laughed, and then coughed from not exhaling enough of the smoke from her last toke. Then, holding his balls in one hand, she suddenly sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. She was looking at Alena and laughed with her eyes at Alena's pop-eyed look. 

She patted the bed next to her and Alena came over so she was just in front of Patty with her back to her. Patty patted Alena's shoulder reassuringly and then slid her hand down Alena's arm and over her hand and guided it around Terry's cock. She took her mouth off the tip and made Alena's thumb rub on the part left wet. 

Terry thought she was talking to him when she said, "This is going to be so much fun!"

She guided Alena's hand up and down her husband's stiff cock, saying, "I love to see you so hard and helpless. You're my toy and I going to enjoy you and do whatever I want. I know how much you've fantasized about this, being helpless and unable to move." 

"Have you sucked many cocks, Alena?" Terry inquired. It was part of his fantasy to receive oral sex from girls that were relatively new at sucking cock. Patty had already warned Alena, and told her how to reply.

"Just two guys in high school and an old boyfriend; I haven't had any in quite a while, and yours looks scrumptious as far as I can tell."

Alena could feel one of Patty's breasts against her back. She leaned forward and licked at Terry's cock; gave it a little flick like a cat lapping up milk, and ran her tongue around the head of it, watching Patty out of the corner of her eye for guidance as she tongued him. 

Feeling a tap on her shoulder, Alena relinquished his member to Patty, who bent over Alena and licked at the shiny head tentatively, in an attempt to make it seem it was now Alena sucking him off and not her. She licked it for a second or two and then put the tip of her tongue into the pee slit. 

The male musky scent of him filled Alena's nostrils giving her a hot rush that came close to overwhelming her. Suddenly Alena was brought back to the present by Patty's gentle summons to retake Terry's cock again. Thanking Patty with her eyes, Alena slipped the shiny head over her and moved her head down so that the glands went all the way into her mouth. 

She held it there for a while and then put her tongue in his pee-hole. Terry's body went rigid, and then he let out a sexy moan. Patty scratched Alena behind the ear to get her attention then cued her to relinquish the cock to her.

As Patty half-heartily tried deep-throating Terry, she used a basic sign language to tell Alena she could really take him all, but wanted him to think it was Alena trying.

Alena had to stifle a laugh, thinking it funny, because she had practiced deep-throating with Nick, thinking she loved me at the time. And while Nick was not as big as Terry, she had managed to take him without gagging in the least and was confident she could manage Terry's 7 or 8 inches.

She put one hand on Patty's waist and scrunched her a bit, so that her derriere sort of nestled in Patty's lap. This gave Alena a better angle from which to accept Terry's member when next presented to her. A second benefit was that both women's heads were next to one another.

Patty spat out his cock, ending any pretext as to who was sucking on him at a given moment. "I bet you'd really like her to take your cock in her mouth, wouldn't you, baby?"

Terry hissed, "Somebody suck it or I'll go mad!"

"I know she'd sure like to be able to lick it," Patty whispered in his ear then leaned forward and gave it a fast rasp, "And I could coach her, showing her where it feels good." 

"Let her suck it!"

Alena took him in her mouth, swirled her tongue around the corona while pumping him with her fist.

"God, yes!" Terry groaned.

Patty was able to judge when he was about to cum and signaled Alena to back off each time he came close, guiding the pace, cueing back to him and backing her off again.

Terry loved every moment of their tandem blowjob, and told them so.

Somehow during all this moving around, the pointy part of Patty's hip along with her leg wound up pressed up against Alena's rear end. Alena went to pull away, embarrassed at how turned on Patty was making her feel. But Patty put her hand on Alena's hip to stop her from moving away, then moved it to her belly and pulled Alena back against her, so that the slickness of Alena's pussy was all over her leg. 

It wasn't long before Alena established a rhythm with both of them. Bobbing her head up and down as she sucked Terry's cock, and rubbing her pussy against Patty's leg. And when Patty's hand drifted between her legs and teased her clit, Alena came.

Patty laughed and with two fingers firmly embedded in Alena's twat, took command of the blowjob, deep-throating her husband while he groaned joyously and neared his climax.

Suddenly Patty handed him to Alena, telling her to "Jack him off!"

Alena cupped his testicles with one hand and squeezing his cock as hard as possible, stroked him furiously. Terry made a strangled sound and exploded, sending a line of cum at least a foot and a half in the air before it landed on his chest. Alena felt his cock throb with each stage of ejaculation. She had never experienced the feeling before and exulted in it. She attempted to direct his third line at Patty's face, but it fell short, landing on the sheets.

Patty was laughing and Alena soon joined her, although she kept squeezing and jerking him off. Patty amused herself and to some extent, Alena too, by drawing her fingers through the semen on his chest and moving it to his nipples.

Alena mimicked her, using her free hand to delve into a glob on the sheet and lifting a good portion of it to her mouth and licked it off.

"Doesn't he have the sweetest flavor?" Patty asked.

"Mmmm, sure does," Alena replied and then moved to kiss Patty, marveling as their lips touched at the number of different levels one could take a sexual encounter too.

*****.

While Terry recovered, Patty introduced Alena to other variations of play, such as having her stand next to her and placing a breast next to Alena's and comparing nipple sizes. Then she guided Alena over to the still blindfolded Terry and had him prove just how well he could suck tit.

His actions led Alena to think that he thought it was his wife's nipple being presented to him, and when he lightly ran his tongue around it, and then sucked it into his mouth; she felt a flashing sizzle that went directly to her cunt. 

And to think I'm getting paid for this, Alena thought as she reveled in the sensations Terry's mouth was wringing out of her nipple.

It took her a moment to realize that Patty was preventing him from taking more than her puffy nipple into his mouth, fearing it might give the game away, but Terry, after allowing the nipple to slip away, said, "Oh, what lovely nips you have, Alena!" thereby setting the stage for the next act.

"You like that, 'eh?" Patty laughed.

"I do," he said, laughing along with her.

"Then let's try something different," she said and positioned Alena so she had a knee on either side of his face, and then told her: "Spread your pussy lips open for him." 

To illustrate her meaning, Patty demonstrated on herself exactly what Alena was to do, and then she talked Alena into straddling Terry's face until his hot, searing tongue wriggled into her moistened slit.

"He knows how to eat pussy, doesn't he?"

"God, yes!" Alena replied, already giddy with the thought of what would follow.

Within a minute, Terry was moaning into her cunt while Alena's hips rocked back and forth. Patty kept checking to make sure Terry was able to breathe, but other than that she remained off to one side, drawing a voyeuristic pleasure from the scene playing out before her.

Alena had to grab the headboard to maintain her position once Terry seized her clit from its hiding place and flicked it from side to side. And when Alena showed the first signs of coming, Patty pulled Alena's face against her breast while Alena's body clenched and then exploded. 

Alena felt as if her pussy had been turned inside out as she came and came and came again.

Patty held her tightly and crooned to her as the aftershocks faded away to little tremors. Terry continued sucking away at her clit, but much more gently than he had earlier.

God! It felt good, Alena thought when she regained her mental equilibrium. 

And then, following Patty's curt instructions, Alena found herself with her face against Patty's midsection, scant inches away from her pussy. 

"Rub my slit, Alena," Patty croaked lewdly. "Rub my clit for me!"

Alena giggled and did as she was told. Soon she had four fingers squishing into the older woman's cunt, wondering if Patty was going to take her entire hand inside her.

Terry had casually freed himself from his bonds and was studying them with interest. His erection had returned and he was brushing it against Alena's cunt lips. 

After several minutes of this Alena really wanted his cock inside her and so began wriggling her hips, trying to entice him into entering her.

Patty was aware of what was going on with Alena and her husband and before it went any further, had Alena bend her thumb and add it to the other fingers so that the girl's entire hand was now inserted in Patty's cunt.

"Now fuck me with that fist!" she rasped.

Alena followed suit, pushing and pulling her hand in a jerking rhythm that quickly found the right pace and brought satisfied grunts from Patty.

Terry laughed at his wife's sounds and dipped the head of his cock into Alena's saturated pussy and then quickly yanked it out.

Alena moaned distressfully.

"What the matter?" Terry asked, knowing exactly what her problem was.

"I... I want your...."

"My what?"

"Your COCK!"

Terry was now hunkered over Alena, balanced on his feet, able to move upward easily and keep it where he wanted it. As Alena continued to fist Patty, she was amazed at Terry's self-control. All the men she'd known had been nothing like this. 

It was almost always wham-bam-thank you ma'am. Eric had taken his time, but when he'd entered her he had been quick to release his seed. Nick was always fast, almost too fast for her. But Terry... he was actually teasing her to distraction. And she loved the way he would slide it in a little at a time and then shift the angle of penetration slightly, raising a new wave of thrilling sensations inside her vagina. 

Then his fingers located her clit and stimulated it as he entered and reentered her sodden cunt, rolling it around with his smushed up fingers until she shrieked with the pleasure of it all.

Throughout it all, Patty kept on talking, describing how Alena's fist felt as it opened and closed inside her, stretching her, bringing her untold joy as thrill after thrill coursed through her body. And then Terry began to fuck Alena hard. 

Among other things, Alena felt his balls slapping against her ass as she realized that his entire member was inside her. She kept looking down and peeking between her legs to see it gliding in and out with her own eyes. 

Suddenly Alena was coming again. Although her fist remained inside Patty's cunt, she was lost as wave after wave of pleasure swept over her. 

Terry gradually withdrew from her pussy and used his fingers to trace along the folds of her vagina, adding to the pleasure she was already enjoying. 

Patty had already begun to do "The Tasmanian" as Terry laughingly called it later. Whipping her head back and forth, side to side, all the while gyrating her entire torso almost spasmodically, arms flailing about and breasts swinging wildly to and fro as she came from Alena's fisting machinations.

They rested after that, and Patty heated several appetizers up for a snack to reenergize everyone.

"So which of us is next?" Patty inquired a few minutes later before swallowing a large red grape.

Alena found herself glancing back and forth between them. She could feel and sense herself smiling, wondering briefly how she looked with what must have been an almost idiotic expression on her face. 

"Terry," she croaked. "I want it to be Terry."

"Well then," Patty sighed, "he gets to pick how he takes you."

This came as a surprise to Alena. How he gets to take me? That opens doors I may want closed and kept closed, she told herself. 

Alena heard a rustle as Terry hopped on the bed. Patty took her hand and led her dream-like until Alena was next to him.

"Climb on up honey," Patty told her. Put that sweet-slick pussy of yours over my man's cock. Alena, now on the bed, got up and stood over Terry's cock which stood pointing straight up. Opening herself with the fingers of her right hand, Alena slowly scrunched down until the tip of his cock fit into her opening.

That's it baby, that's it... just like that," Patty crowed. Alena was holding his cock, adjusting it to what she felt was the proper angle of entry and then sank down on him, totally impaling her on his cockpole.

Alena began a slow rise and fall motion, enjoying the full feeling he was providing her. Terry, for his part was grunting with pleasure from the tightness of her cuntal walls.

Alena suddenly felt a tentative tickle near the opening of her ass, and in a reflex action, clenched herself tightly.

"Relax baby," Patty cooed near her ear, "I'm not going to hurt you. I like to do things to people's...uh... asses, and I like to have things done to mine."

"I... I should have told you... I don't do anal," Alena said fearfully.

"Had you mentioned it the arrangement wouldn't have come to pass," Terry said angrily. But he was only trying to intimidate Alena.

"Look," Patty said smoothly, giving her husband a warning glance, "I actually prefer anal to vaginal intercourse. It affords greater pleasure simply because there are more nerve endings in one's anus than one's vagina. And yes, there is some pain initially, but wasn't there some pain when you lost your virginity?"

"Um, I don't recall," Alena said, doubting Patty's words, but weakening in her opposition.

"If anything, I'll make sure that Terry here doesn't hurt you either. So relax, let his cock stroke you a little, excite you some while I do this."

Alena did. She found herself grinding against Terry, enjoyed the feel of his thick member filling her pussy. This time, when she felt Patty's delicately probing finger, she did relax, relaxed well enough anyway that she didn't flinch as the tip of the woman's finger actually penetrated, the lubrication she was using already comfortably coating the insides of her virginal fuck-tunnel.

"Feel good?" Patty asked softly.

"No actually, it's bothersome."

"But I'm not hurting you in any way now, am I?" she asked.

"Nnnn... No," Alena stuttered for a moment finally finding her voice. "No, doesn't hurt... in fact it's starting to feel nice," she stammered, reveling in the feel of Terry's thick hard cock as it continued to slow-stroke into her while Patty's much thinner, even more delicate finger continued to probe, massaging the tiny puckered opening of her ass.

"That's good. I like to rim both men and women," Patty said casually.

"Oh!" Alena said, obviously taken aback by her comment.

"Am I embarrassing you?" she asked.

Alena forced a smile, "No, of course not. I'm... a professional, aren't I?"

"Oh, just thinking about it turns me on. Would you like me to show you?"

Alena gulped. She thought for a few moments then said, "I'm game."

Terry took a moment to study the two women displayed before him. His eyes darted from Patty's full, hanging breasts, with their silver-dollar-sized areola and thick, brown nipples, to the soft, light-brown triangle of curls which tapered quite nicely to a 'V' at her lower abdomen. And then to Alena's smaller-sized breasts with her puffy nipples, trim waist and flaring hips backed by a fine jutting ass and a freshly shaven pussy.

Alena seemed mesmerized by Patty. Her hand was just below Patty's melon-like right breast. It seemed she was about to cup it, but Patty told her to kneel down and lean across the couch cushions.

Alena curled her legs to her chest and pushed herself past the still seated woman.  

"Like this?" she asked, moving to a kneeling position at the far right side of the sofa and leaning forward, resting her chest on the cushion and the side of her head on her forearm.

"That's just fine," Patty said, sliding off the sofa and moving to a seated position to Alena's left.

Patty leaned slightly forward, her left breast scraping Alena's hip. "Look at her, Terry. Look at what we have to work with. What a perfect ass!"

A moment later, Patty placed the palms of her hands over each of the twin hemispheres and gently squeezed the pure white flesh. 

"Mmm, that feels good," husked Alena who was unable to resist rubbing her own palm over her clit.

Terry stood watching and was impatiently stroking his turgid cock.

"It's going to feel a whole lot better when I'm through with you. You'll actually welcome Terry's cock in there," Patty said, and then planted a soft kiss on the upper left buttock while she sensuously ran her fingernails all over the younger woman's ass, raising tiny goose-bumps across the alabaster surface.




Learning Curve Ch. 05



Alena hissed loudly, between her teeth. "Oh, Jesus, that feels nice!"

"It's called the warm-up," Patty said, running the tips of her fingers in a straight line inside the crack of Alena's buttocks, all the way down to the anal region. She was careful, however, not to touch her rosebud. It was obvious she knew exactly how to extract every ounce of sexual excitement from her willing victim before she really pounced.

Alena's breathing was becoming more labored as Patty played tunes along the inside of the ass crack. "I hope you're not too modest," she said, "Terry's about to get an eyeful." Then, using her thumbs for leverage, Patty pried apart the two halves of the split pumpkin, exposing the pink, round anal button that was her asshole.

"I've never felt so exposed," said Alena, feeling both sets of eyes on her most private area. She kept her head uplifted and stared straight ahead.

"Okay now," Patty said softly, "We're almost ready. I want you to stretch out face down on the carpet."

Alena did so, and was now perpendicular to the sofa, her head almost touching its base. Patty squatted over Alena's naked back, placing her knees on either side of the girl's ribs. Patty leaned forward from the waist, causing her tits to sway from side to side with even the slightest of movements as she placed her palms on the back of Alena's upturned thighs. 

"Now open your legs!" Patty commanded, urging Alena on by applying pressure with her hands upon the delicate, supple flesh. The younger woman obligingly opened up, knowing that she would be baring the length of her crotch to both Terry and Patty. In doing so, her cuntal lips parted stickily, exposing the soft pinkness of her slit. Her vaginal entrance was quite moist, providing ample evidence that the anticipation of her sexual denouement anally was a real turn-on for her.

Alena was totally surprised when the flat of Patty's right hand crashed down on her right buttock with a resounding crack.

"OUCH! That hurt!" Alena yelped and reflexively lowered her abdomen until it was once again flush with the floor. Immediately, a red blush appeared where the hand had met her flesh.

"It's supposed to," husked Patty, knowing that her straddling position over Alena's back prevented her from easily escaping any further blows, "Get your ass back up!"

Without a word of protest, Alena presented her tail bone once more, knowing that Patty would probably deliver another slap. She was right. Patty raised her left hand this time and drove it hard onto the unmarked left globe, rippling the surface of the ass all the way to the top of Alena's thigh.

"What the fuck!" Alena cried, but, quite surprisingly, kept her backside in its upturned state, an apparent indication that she was not opposed to receiving more of the same. 

"How does your ass feel?" Patty asked.

"It's tingling all over!" blurted Alena.

"It feels kind of good, doesn't it, Alena?"

Alena gulped. "Y...yes, sort of," she replied.

"Do you want some more?"

One could almost see Alena's mind racing as she sifted through a host of responses to Patty's question. Finally, she answered the question with one of her own. "Will it hurt very much?"

"A little," replied Patty in a soft, honest tone. "It's supposed to."

As she replied, she began scratching the surface of the dimpled cheeks with her fingernails, exciting the flesh beneath. Alena shivered at the touch. 

"I... I guess its okay," said Alena, obviously questioning in her own mind if she had given the right answer.

Patty dug her fingers into the opulent flesh of each cheek, opening the crack once more, exposing the pink button which she regarded as her eventual target. This would all be part of her "warm-up" to the coup de gras to come.

"I like the way your skin ripples when I spank it," she husked, leaving the cheeks spread for a moment longer as she continued to visually examine the exposed anal region. When she let the cheeks bounce back into place, Alena knew another blow was about to land on her posterior.

Patty's breasts shook like jelly as the blow landed with a vengeance. 

Terry's cock was leaking precum as he slowly massaged it back and forth, back and forth. "There are times when Patty gets a little wild doing this," he said, moving so close to Alena that his cock rubbed against her cheek.

Patty chose to ignore her husband's comment and with the gentlest of urgings, pushed against the inner thigh muscles and watched as Alena's legs parted just a little more. She continued alternating between massaging Alena's buttocks and lightly scratching the flesh with her fingernails, causing Alena to begin moaning once more. The moans were a signal to Patty that her plan was working.

Without speaking, Patty continued working the entire buttocks and the tops of Alena's legs with a smooth precision. "That feels nice," Alena sighed, coming out of her stupor.

"Alena, I want you to reach back and open yourself for us," Patty cooed. "Show us that lovely asshole."

Alena's hands moved back to her glowing ass cheeks and pried them apart exposing her tiny pink button.

Patty pounced on the younger girl, leaning over until her chest was planted in the small of Alena's back, flattening her breasts against Alena's body, digging her sex into the upper part of Alena's naked body. 

In another instant, her face was inside the parted buns, planting a soft kiss on the crinkly rosebud. Alena screamed out, as if a jolt of lightning had struck her, as Patty worked her tongue into the puckered opening. Beside herself, Alena moaned again, and as she beat her toes into the carpet a stream of clear cum spewed out of her pussy and flooded the carpet area between her spread legs.

"Oh Christ YES!" she cried, more animal like than human. Then she straightened her legs and shook them violently as another stream jetted from her spasming pussy.

Terry was incredulous.

Patty was delirious with joy, knowing she had accomplished something to the younger woman that she would never, ever forget. She paused to take a deep breath and sent her tongue back into Alena's asshole again.

"My turn," Terry croaked, holding his throbbing member in front of his wife's face.

Patty eased herself off of Alena's back, planted her buttocks on the sofa, and then raised her feet off the floor and brought those, as well, to the cushion.

The effect was to utterly expose her sex. She looked down between her own spread legs to the still writhing Alena. Her brow was more furrowed than before. Sexual excitement flushed her face. "Do me!" she ordered.

Alena looked up at the splayed, wide-open sex. She dragged her still tingling body to a kneeling position between Patty's invitingly opened legs and plunged her head between them. Patty bucked her hips upward, forcing her steaming crotch into Alena's face. 

Alena gave her all, shaking her head from side to side, then up and down, fighting to get her lips and tongue into every nook and cranny of Patty's sex, having lost any sexual inhibitions she might have had in the last half hour of sexual depravity with Patty.

Terry moved behind Alena, spit into the palm of his hand and then rubbed the saliva over the head of his bulbous cock, aligned it with the tiny opening before him and shoved it into Alena's ass, breaking the sphinctoral plane with surprisingly little effort.

Alena grunted into Patty's cunt as Terry's cockhead broke the barrier then hissed between her teeth. "My God... go slowly! Go slow!" She shifted her hips slightly to accommodate the unaccustomed presence of his penis inside her ass.

"Am I hurting you?"

"A little," she replied, punctuated by a gasp of breath. "Oh, Jesus, are you sure? I mean... it feels so fucking big!"

Terry squeezed her breasts hard; flattening them against her chest, as he softly kissed the nape of her neck. "I don't believe how tight you are!"

"Are you in all the way?" she gasped. "I feel like I've been split in two!"

"Eat me!" Patty screamed in near panic, already beside herself at the loss of Alena's mouth on her cunt.

Alena returned to the gaping cunt before her, sucking on the other's labia until hearing her moan, and then sending her tongue as far into the older woman as was possible.

Patty's head was now thrown back against the sofa. She moved her hand to the top of Alena's head and tried to guide the incessantly devouring tongue even further into her. She even raised her legs into a wide 'V', her toes pointing skyward, as Alena licked the length of her slit and sent her head spinning. 

"Eat me! Eat me!" she cried, feeling the magic about to happen. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Terry pressed forward again and whispered in Alena's ear, "Almost all in," and felt himself being squeezed like a by her sphincter muscles

"How's that?" He croaked.

"Unfuckinbelievable!" Alena gasped. "Don't move for a few seconds. I have to get used to it."

The walls of her rectum were warm and smooth against his cock. From time to time, she contracted her anus around his sheathed love muscle, as Alena tested the elasticity of her anal muscles.

"If you keep that up, I'm going to cum," he said tautly.

Alena had to make a convulsive effort to breath and then said, "No, hold off!  

You just put it in; you haven't really fucked me yet. Can you hold off?"

"I'll try. I can't tell you how good it feels!"

"Give it just a few more seconds, the pain is going away. You can start moving in and out a bit."

"I'll come for sure, then," he admitted reluctantly.

"Let me finish your wife off, and then maybe you can fuck me good."

"I'll try," he said and held himself in check, while Alena went to work on Patty's pussy.

Alena allowed the tip of her tongue to slither out, making contact with Patty's obscenely displayed clitoris. An electrical surge of additional lust exploded somewhere deep inside her mind, she felt her ass tighten, clenching the shaft that so boldly and freely slid in and out of her now, wanting it harder, even deeper if that was possible. Throwing caution to the wind, she wrapped her sensual lips around the tiny organ of Patty's rapture, drawing it deeply within her mouth, sucking it, and then much to her delight, hearing Patty's cry of surrender.

"Oh you beautiful cunt sucking slut you! Yes eat me baby... eat me, eat my pussy!"

One last suck upon Patty's clit triggered a thousand tiny white stars that filled her head and was the last thing she remembered before collapsing backward on the sofa.

With the pain all but gone, and her work with Patty complete, Alena began moving her buttocks in a slow, circular pattern, while Terry's ensconced cock, a prisoner inside her, obediently followed. Somewhere along the line Terry began to slowly move into her again. The dual phenomenon of their syncopated rhythm sent the two of them off toward a high seldom experienced by him and never approached before by Alena.

Alena was beside herself, having discovered an animalistic instinct she never knew she had, and, with the discovery, she developed a far different attitude toward their sexual endeavor. Outside of a few "dirty" words like "fuck" or "suck", said in the heat of passion to titillate a lover, she had never been one to be vocal about her needs, but now it was: "OH! Fuck my ass! Give it to me! Oh, my ass! I love it in my ass! Oh, Terry, honey... it feels so fucking good!"

Patty revived in time to hear Alena's swearing and laughingly stuck her finger into Alena's open mouth.

Alena sucked on the finger for a moment and then, lost in the tide of her oncoming climax, spat it out and screamed, "Just shove it in me! Make it hurt! Oh, Oh, Fuck my assssssssss!"

Terry began fucking like a madman. Alena grunted, she groaned, she bucked her ass against his abdomen, snorting rather than breathing, trying to pull him even further into the dark abyss of her ass.

His hands on her breasts were no longer gentle. Terry reasoned that if she wanted to be hurt he would be only too happy to oblige her.

Taking her turgid nipples between the thumbs and forefingers of each hand, he squeezed the nubbins sharply, painfully. It was this final gesture that carried Alena over the top and into rapturous joy.

"I'm coming!" she cried. "OH... YESSSSSSS! I'M FUCKIN' COMING!"

Alena's entire body seemed to shake with her orgasm as wave upon wave of sweet ecstasy spiraled from her loins throughout her spasming body. Terry had never seen a woman come with such intensity. To his surprise, Alena kept her head between Patty's legs even after the initial shock waves had died down; laving her sex with slow, wide swipes of her full tongue, tasting the copious flow of juices running from the steaming cunt.

Terry started to come a second later. He had the presence of mind to pull his cock out of her ass and send spurt after spurt onto her buttocks and asscheeks.

Patty, never one to miss a golden opportunity, quickly found herself alongside her husband and began lapping up his seed from Alena's smooth as satin flesh.

Once she was satisfied she had swallowed most all of the ejaculate, she resumed her early rimming of Alena's asshole until the girl swatted her away, belatedly claiming Terry would become hard again and want to reenter her anally.

When it was over, both women stood up, naked and sweating, and embraced, breast to breast. Terry moved to Patty's side and put his arm around her. Patty turned to embrace him. Alena looked over at them; her face was splotched with reddish dots, seemingly a leftover from her arduous cunt-lapping. 

Slowly Alena turned away from the couple and looked around for her clothing. 

"That was great," she whispered sexily, "But I'm really, really finished for the night, guys. I have a class at eight," she deftly lied. And although the lie was transparent to both Terry and Patty, they let her dress and kissed her good night in turn. 

"Another time, perhaps?" Alena said hopefully, as she opened the hotel room door.

Patty surprised her by saying, "No, my dear. We only engage for the one night only. We know one another now, there's nothing left to discover. No new ground to cover. In short the excitement between us is gone."

"So, it's over then," Alena said as she digested Patty's words. "Well, I had a wonderful time. I'll never forget either of you. Thank you both, you took me places I've never even dreamed off."

"As did you, my dear," Terry said gallantly. "As did you."

Alena hailed a taxi in front of the hotel and went home and slept until nine that morning. After which she took an hour long shower and douched both front and rear.

Alena managed to attend all her classes that day, and later that afternoon sent a $500 check home to help her parents out. 



Learning Curve Ch. 06



It was two days later that Alena received an unusual request that intrigued her:

Love your Pics. We're having a bachelor Party Tomorrow night. Can you do four of us? $1200 interest you???

Call _________ after 4.

Alena didn't respond for several hours. It was a lot of money. Each guy apparently putting up $300 to fuck her. When she finally called, it was a guy named Gary that she spoke with. 

"Yeah, we'll be at the Blue Heron Inn. It's a motel on Route 72."

"I know where it is," Alena said. "Now about the money...."

"Yeah, if you're the one in the picture... each one of us gives you $300, right?"

"Three hundred each, Gary," and then thinking about it for a second, she amended her statement. "No... $1200 for the four of you... and it had better be four and only four. My protector will be outside waiting for me. I can assure you that none of you are his equal, so, and I say this because you'll have been drinking and feeling your oats, you know? Guys like that get feisty, but it would be a mistake. My man can handle himself and he has something besides his fists to back him up. So it's $1200 up front for two hours. That should be plenty of time for everyone."

"What if we can go more than once?"

"As long as it's within the two hours it's fine by me."

"All holes open?"

"I don't do anal, Gary, sorry."

"Okay, okay... so we'll see you at the motel then."

"Gary... what time?"

"Oh, yeah... Um, say midnight Tomorrow night?"

"The parties tomorrow and not tonight, right?"

"Yeah... yeah, tomorrow," he said. 

"See you then, goodbye, Gary."

*****

A good-looking guy (who turned out to be Gary) met Alena at the door to the motel and after glancing around for her 'friend,' ushered her inside and whispered, "I was afraid you were gonna stand us up," and then quickly performed introductions.

"Hey, listen up you guys," he yelled over the rock & Roll music blaring from a CD player they must have brought with them. "This is Alena. Alena..." he paused to point at a redheaded guy to his left... "Matt, the Red. You too ought to hit it off all right, better find out if you're related, ha-ha. The mug in the black tee-shirt is Tim, and the one sitting in the chair is Lars.

Alena waved to them, saying, "Hi fellers. Who's getting married?"

That turned out to be Tim, who was already drunk.

All four men were devouring Alena's body, which was clad in a white cut-off tank top and cut-off shorts with black boots that ended four inches above the knee. She was confident the outfit would draw their attention, recalling Ellie's comment as she dressed for the occasion. Gee, Alena, you certainly achieved the slut look. Are you really going on a date that way?

She had replied that this guy liked her to dress this way, and that they were staying in, if Ellie knew what she meant.

"Well enjoy yourself. He certainly will!"

"First things first, Gary; can I have my money now, please?"

Gary handed her an envelope, which she opened and then counted the money inside. "One moment please. Be right back." That said, she ran out the door to her car and tossed the envelope onto the back seat and quickly locked the car and returned to the motel room.

"Hey now, Timmy!" she cried out, striding over to Tim and pushing him backward so that he fell onto the bed. Alena quickly straddled him and ran a hand through his dark, curly hair. From the corner of her eye she saw the others removing their clothing.

Alena lowered her head and kissed Tim on the mouth, using her tongue to force his mouth open, and then beginning a duel with his tongue. As the kiss continued, Alena found his hand and brought it to her breast. Tim gave it a squeeze through the tank top and Alena feigned a moan for his benefit.

Someone else's hands were already on her ass trying to feel her through her shorts. The hand went between her legs, fingers probing, seeking her pussy.

Alena felt Tim's hardon pressing against her pussy from the opposite direction and she almost laughed at the absurdity of it all. Here she was, willing to fuck and suck all four guys and they couldn't wait for her to take care of the guest of honor first.

She spread her legs so that Tim's boner was right up against her pussy, but of course, she was still fully clothed.

"Time out, guys!" she yelped and sprang off the bed. Almost immediately, Alena saw that it had been Lars groping at her pussy.

"Okay, first things first, guys; let me get naked. Then I'll have some fun with Tim, since he is the groom to be. Any objections?"

"No," said Gary. We want to see you naked."

"Could you leave the boots on?" Matt asked.

"Sure I can, it's Matt isn't it?"

"Yeah," he replied, pleased that she'd remembered his name.

Alena quickly removed her top, and then made a short show of peeling off her shorts over the thigh high boots. That left her breasts bare and she hefted them in her hands and thumbed the nipples, thinking it was a cute way to excite the men in the room with her. She should have realized they were all ready overheated, and raring to go. 

But she didn't; instead, she turned to Lars and said, "Would you like to remove my panties, big guy?"

He nodded silently and did so, pausing as the panties reached her thigh to begin lapping at her pussy.

"Oh, you are the naughty one, aren't you? Timmy gets first taste, or are you changing the rules?"

Lars immediately stopped what he was doing and stumbled away. Gary had to step in and finish removing her thong, tossing it at Tim's face.

"Why don't you get rid of those clothes, Tim? Your friends are all naked as a jay-bird, see?"

The moment his shorts hit the floor, Alena tackled him on the bed, toppling him onto his back. Then with the other three guys whooping like wild Indians, Alena, took his hardon into her mouth and got started with a rousing blowjob.

Tim went wild too; grabbing, squeezing, massaging her breasts and rolling her hardened nipples, signaling Alena that she too was already highly aroused. She responded by moving her hips in time to the raucous music blaring from the CD player someone had brought with them.

Tim's chest was very hairy and his nipples just peeked out from the forest of black hair. 

Alena tried to recapture control of the moment, saying, "Slow down lover, slow down. I'll take good care of you. Let me do the work. After tonight you won't have a bitch like me unless you're bride to be is as horny as me."

Her hand closed over his formidable hardon and began jerking him off. A moment later she felt a finger rubbing her pussy. Someone was behind her. She glanced back, saw it was Lars again. 

She decided to ignore him and concentrate on Tim, and ran her my long red nails down the length of his erection, causing him to groan.

Lars sent his finger into her wet cunt and quickly began fingering her, moving more rapidly with each thrust of his hand.

"You have a nice touch, Lars," she croaked, enjoying his fingering. "But I'm about to suck Tim's cock and don't need distractions, okay?"

Lars slowed down, but added a second finger as Alena took Tim's member into her mouth and gave him a heady blowjob.

Tim lasted about two minutes before coming in Alena's mouth. Laughing, she let his jizm drool from her mouth onto his nipples then rubbed it into his chest hair.

"kay, where's Matt?" she cooed, obviously disappointing Lars as the lanky redhead tapped her arm with his lengthy appendage from behind her.

"Oh, there you are! You're the naughty one... and with such a big one to go with all that naughtiness!"

Alena reached for him and stroked him several times before taking him in her mouth, making sure she licked along the underside with her tongue before swirling it over his pre-cum covered head. When she heard him moan with satisfaction, she sealed his cockhead between her lips and sucked hard.

Matt's hips began to quiver, and she tightened her hand around his base and squeezed hard.

"Don't cum just yet, okay, baby? Not yet, not yet."

He moaned but seemed unable to speak.

Alena released his cock from the tight grip and immediately swallowed the length of his eight inch member, astounding the others looking on. Inwardly, Alena was laughing, for her night with Patty and her husband she had learned how to take a man deep, and was now using the technique to enhance her performance with these recent college graduates on Tim's bachelor party.

Matt exploded down her throat.

Alena really had no choice but to swallow most of it, and did. Then she milked the remainder from his dick and wiped it off on her nipples, knowing one of them would eagerly lick it from them.

"Jesus Christ you can suck a dick!" Matt exclaimed happily.

"Thanks for the wonderful endorsement, Mattie. Who's next?"

Gary stepped forward, holding his six inch erection in his left hand.

"Mmmm, nice one, muscles," she purred and began working on him by taking a testicle into her mouth and sucking gently on it while teasing his asshole with a finger.

"Holy Shit!" Gary yelled, "She's fantastic. You gonna lick my ass, baby?"

"If you want to pay me a little bonus, yeah, sure I will."

"Twenty bucks?" he asked.

"Make it fifty," Alena countered.

"Done, do it! Lick my ass!"

"Your wish is my command, lover! Lay back and show me that ass of yours."

Gary did as requested and pulled his legs back toward his shoulders. Alena teased his asshole with her fingernail until he was squirming and begging her to stick her tongue in him.

Giggling with a new found power, Alena slowly licked from the base of his ass cleft to his balls, and then returned to the base again. Then taking his cock in her hand she began to jerk him off, slowly and matched the strokes with the lapping of her tongue.

Lars, it had to be Lars, she thought as a hard cock inserted itself into her cunt from behind. "Can't you wait?" she barked after turning her head toward the invader.

"Fuck no, I can't!" he whined.

"Then go real slow, I'm busy with Gary. Don't fuck his good time up."

"Okay, I'll go slow like you want... for now."

Alena buried her face in Gary's scrotum, forcing her tongue into his anus and causing him to moan loudly.

"Hey, you hurting him?" Tim yelled drunkenly.

"Fuck no! Gary bellowed, "She's the greatest!"

As if rewarding Gary for his compliment, Alena let a long string of saliva drip from her mouth to his anus, and then worked it into his ass with her finger. 

"Oh, Christ!" he moaned.

She felt Lars grow thicker inside her and thought he might cum in her before really giving her a decent fuck. Then it occurred to her that it didn't matter, there were four of them, surely several of them would fuck her before the time was up.

She began alternating a finger with her tongue in his ass, and within another minute his ejaculate soared up and landed on his stomach and lower chest. Gary was done for a while.

"Now Lars! Fuck me hard!" She yelled reaching back and grabbing his love muscle with her left hand and pulling him out of her pussy to rub his cockhead over her clit.

"You've got me so hot, baby! I have to feel you all over my pussy. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all, we gonna fuck now?"

"You better believe it. Gotta get the others up for another round don't we?'

"Yeah, we do," he agreed as Alena continued using his cock like a dildo, moving over her open folds and then against her swollen clit.

Then with a loud moan, she yelled "Fuck me hard, Lars baby! Fuck me hard!" And plunged his cock into her cunt.

Lars impaled her on his manhood, and slammed it into her repeatedly without pause, until he had to stop to catch his breath.

"Can you do that again?" Alena asked, hoping he could. "I mean, I started coming a while back and want to cum a couple more times. Can you do it again, sweetie?'

He was unable to resist her stroking his ego and gave it his best effort. Alena came three times before he petered out, and when he exploded inside her she came one last time and collapsed against him. They lay panting on the bed while the others began stroking their cocks into readiness for the next round.

It was Tim who asked her if she was ready for him.

"Um, yeah... sure. Lemme grab this pillow, okay?"

"Sure, whatever," he replied.

.

Alena positioned her face in the pillow and raised her rump toward Tim. He mounted her from the rear and slipped into the slimy walls of her vagina with an ease that's startled him.

"Jesus, you're loose," he blurted.

"No... it's his sperm in there. I'm lubed up, really lubed up, you know? I'm tight, I really am, Tim. Now let's get it on!"

Tim quickly began to pummel her pussy, his hips providing so much power that he was lifting the lower half of her body off the bed as he fucked he like a wild animal.

Alena's breasts heaved, her body shook. Opening her eyes, she saw another cock inches from her nose. She reached for it, gave it a squeeze and brought it to her mouth before realizing it was Gary's prick in her hand.

It proved difficult to suck him with Tim fucking her so hard and after trying to blow him for a minute or so, she gave up.

Tim groaned and came in her. Gary was on her immediately, only Gary was after her ass.

"No anal, Gary!" she gasped, but he was adamant and forced his dick into her anus without much difficulty. She was wet everywhere, and that included her ass. Gary had lubed himself with something too, and that helped. Of course, Alena was not an anal virgin, and so they went at it, both of them grunting feveredly, with her climaxing well before he did.

Matt wanted to jump her bones right after Gary pulled his flaccid dick from her poop-chute, but she begged off.

"Give me a couple minutes, will you?" she panted, struggling to regain her breath. Alena glanced at his erection and laughed. "You don't know how much of a compliment that is," she said, truthfully.

Matt's hand moved up between my legs, but Alena hardly noticed, even when he sent two fingers into her. He tried to kiss her, but she shook her head, "Not now, Matt. Not now."

She studied his cock. Yeah, he's got the big dick, she told herself, looking at how it curved upward like a banana. 

"Okay, baby. Put that big fellow in me," she crowed and Matt knelt before her and bent his cock down, fit it in her opening and with a quick hard thrust, sent the entire length into her.

"OHHH, BABY!" Alena howled as he filled her with his manhood. The other men looked on in awe at her easy acceptance of his appendage.

Matt fucked her with a vengeance, plowing deep with each stroke, and within a minute, Alena was moving to meet his hard thrusts, wondering how long he could keep it up.

She felt the familiar thrill of an oncoming orgasm when he suddenly slowed down and stopped. He looked down at her, disbelievingly. Then he carefully took her arms and tenderly pulled her up against him. Alena crossed her legs behind him, making sure he stayed inside her. She was caught off-guard when he kissed her and responded without thinking, but used her legs to squeeze him a sort of a rocking motion that got him moving inside her again.

The orgasm came rushing from some hidden reservoir of nerve endings and overwhelmed her.

"Come with me, sweetie," she begged, feeling his bent cock twitch inside her.

And with the first spurt of his jizm she came again and squeezed him with her vaginal muscles, and that action brought on another orgasm of pleasure.

Suddenly, Alena realized that Matt was gone, but there was another cock in her! 

Lars! 

He had spread her legs and positioned her so that her head and shoulders rested on the pillow she had had her face buried in earlier.

"What are you do...?"

Her legs were now up in the air, held under his arms. 

She didn't protest any further, but went with the flow as he reentered her and began fucking. 

Alena had never thought of screwing in such a position, but it was incredible. His steely cock was constantly rubbed against her G-spot. 

Another sensation hit her. Tim was squeezing her breasts and sucking on a nipple. It was heavenly! Absolutely heavenly.

And then another! With Lars pounding into her, Gary had positioned himself so that he could tongue her clit. But he must be touching Lars cock with his mouth, she thought fleetingly, and found that the thought of him doing so only aroused her more.

In no more than a couple of minutes Alena found herself screaming without realizing it. It seemed to excite the guys so much that they increased their efforts and it wasn't long before a gigantic orgasm hit her. But they kept at her, holding the orgasm at peak levels for what seemed an eternity to Alena. 

Then, abruptly Lars withdrew. Alena looked up and saw him jerking his dick and with a few finishing strokes he came in three gigantic jets of semen. 

The first shot landed on her chin, slowly rolling towards her lips. He was still holding on to her legs as he shook his dick spraying the remainder over her breasts and stomach. When he finally relaxed he looked lovingly at her as she licked at some of his semen, which had now trickled into her mouth. 

Gary was still licking and sucking on her clitoris as she shuddered through the final moments of the long orgasm.

Alena lay in a semi-stupor as Gary helped Tim reposition her so that her legs were spread wide apart. Alena had the vaguest notion that they were staring at the semen drooling out of her cunt then saw Tim moving in between her legs. 

Gary cursed as he discovered his hand was covered with Lars cum after touching Alena's breasts while moving her. He quickly wiped the hand on the couch cushion and then went into the bathroom to wash his hands.

Tim was about to drive his cock into her when it suddenly went limp. He looked down at it and cursed. Off to the side, Gary laughed and Tim threw himself at Gary, punching him on the shoulder before Lars got his arms around Tim and pulled him away. That appeared to take the fight out of Tim, and with a stifled sob, he dropped back onto the couch with Alena.

Alena sat up, her face only a foot away from Tim's flaccid penis. They made eye contact as she took it in her hand and slowly stroked it. She thought she felt it hardening a little. He had a look on his face as if he didn't think it was worth the effort, but that he was just obliging her.

"I want you hard again, Tim," she said, trying to make him feel wanted "I was looking forward to feeling you inside me."

"I don't know what happened. I wanted to fuck you so bad." He was almost crying.

"Don't worry," Alena reassured him. "It's the booze and maybe the drugs. It happens. But don't worry about it; really, it's all right."

She licked the head of his penis. It was indeed waking up again. She took it in her mouth, holding tight at its root, almost forcing it hard, and clearly heard his gasp. It was growing quickly. Alena took it out of her mouth and looked at it before stroking it several more times in succession. 

Tim's eyes were closed, his head bent back. All of a sudden he jerked and leaned forward as he sent a stream of semen all over Alena's face. She licked the semen off her lips, marveling at its heat against her tongue. And through it all she continued jerking him off, stroking him until he finished ejaculating and grew soft once more.

Alena wiped her face and looked at him again. 

He looked even more embarrassed if that were possible. She squeezed the last drops out of him and smiled at him, making sure he got the message that that I found him spraying at my face very erotic.

"Don't say you couldn't," I said to him.

"But it was too quick," he whined.

"At least you came. Next time you won't be so excited."

Matt was leaning over the couch and tweaking her nipples.

"You want to fuck me, Red?" Alena whispered trying for a sexy tone.




Learning Curve Ch. 06



"Yeah... I guess I do," he replied, sounding sexier than Alena had by a large margin.

As he moved to mount her, he eased Tim from the couch and moaned while Alena bit his nipples, returning the favor. 

She was licking his chest when he entered her, and then became lost in the sensations of his cock moving inside her. Within moments they were fucking wildly, there was no going slow, not with the pent up heat both of them felt at the time.

The changed position, with Alena now riding Matt, leaning back, resting her hands on her heels as she slid back and forth, riding her clit on Matt's pelvic bone; all the while reveling from his big prick moving inside her. 

As Alena felt the first small spasms of her orgasm hitting her, Matt went wild, almost throwing her off. He certainly threw her off her rhythm. Alena stopped, floating half a prick's length over him, watching in fascination as he spasmed; arching up and riding out his orgasm against her. 

It was a funny detached feeling, sitting still above him, watching as his last strong thrusts brought him over the top. She slowly lowered herself upon him when he was finally still, rubbing around a little, feeling his semen flow out of her. She was so close to her own climax and still so aroused, she bent down and they kissed as Alena lifted herself off him, feeling his now soft dick sliding out of her.

For a fleeting moment Alena thought she was finished for the night. But then she felt a hand on her upturned ass and looked around. Gary was readying himself for another round, and before Alena could do anything, he was guiding himself into her and Matt was easing himself out of the way.

Gary had hold of her hips and began pumping in and out of her, flinging her breasts wildly back and forth with the energy of his thrusting. Gary may not have been the most endowed of the group, but he certainly possessed the fastest movements. 

It wasn't long before Alena felt the first contraction; a sensation which she knew would bring her to a climax very quickly. She flung herself down on Gary's chest, pushing my ass in the air, trying to find a position where she could speed up the frustratingly slow feeling of the mounting orgasm. 

Alena was afraid that Gary would come before she did, but she needn't have worried. Not only did he finally bring her to an explosive climax, but he didn't stop. 

When her contractions had stopped, Alena realized he was still going. She got up on her arms, slowly bringing herself to an almost upright position. Gary moved up with her, kissing her, playing with her breasts. She could feel the next orgasm coming. 

She also sensed that Gary was about to come and took his hand and placed his fingers on her clit and rubbed them against it.

A couple more thrusts and Gary exploded. Alena grabbed the back of the couch, letting go of Gary's hand. However, his fingers didn't stop, and soon he had her way into the next orgasm.

"Don't stop," she yelled at him. Alena could still feel him slowly moving in and out; it was obvious he didn't want to pull out of her just yet.

The next orgasm rocked Alena so hard that she almost pushed Gary away. He caught her shoulders, and pulled her up against him. The move made his soft dick flop out, but it also gave him an opportunity to grab her breasts, adding to her pleasure. And as her orgasm died down, he began kissing her neck and throat in a loving fashion, and she gradually stopped shaking.

Alena turned sideways and slid down to a sitting position, studying the four men. She thought she might be in love, at least a little in love, with all of them.

They looked at each other as if they couldn't believe this had just happened. Tim stood up and came over to her. He bent down, put a hand under her chin and brought up my face for a short warm and tender kiss.

"I will never forget this," he said with a smile. Matt handed Alena her top and helped her with her boots.

The other guy's just stood around her, staring as if not wanting to take their eyes off her. When Alena was dressed she stood back a bit and looked at them. They were all still naked. They looked so handsome; young, muscular, fit and exotic. 

They didn't make any attempt to move. Alena at her watch and realized they had gone an hour and a half past the agreed upon time. 

"I have to get back," Alena said. "I want you all to know that I had a wonderful time. I think you guys did too. Give me a call anytime. I'd love to repeat tonight. I doubt it's possible, but... hey, with you guys anything's possible."

An hour later Alena lay in her tub sipping from a glass of white wine after having scrubbed the semen from her hair. She took her time reliving the night. It had certainly been different, and she would continue thinking about that night for several weeks each and every time she took a bath.



Learning Curve Ch. 07



It's a nasty word. Whore.

Alena stared at the word she had scrawled repeatedly in her notebook – 'Whore.' 

She had just finished researching the word, or rather the vocation of what was termed 'The world's second oldest profession,' and began asking herself the questions she had avoided until this moment.

Do I really crave psychological abuse? Do I have low self-esteem? I don't think so. But there is the question of economic survival. I needed money to keep going, which was certain enough. But how many feminists did I cause to roll over in their graves as I came on one cock after another and still ended up wanting more? 

More to the point she realized she'd thoroughly enjoyed her night with the boys. And yet tonight she had another date with her middle-aged client who'd called her a slut as she walked meekly out of his hotel room, stuffing his money into her purse.

Aloud, Alena said to herself, "There are hundreds of reasons not to show up on tonight, just as there are hundreds of dollars telling me to get my skinny ass over there."

Alena wrestled with the problem for most of the afternoon. At one point she was convinced she wouldn't, couldn't go. But after leaving the campus following the last class of the day, her skin was crawling with a need for sex. She couldn't relax, couldn't eat, even Ellie, her oriental roomie knew enough to stay out of her way.

Exasperated at herself, Alena took an extra long shower, and carefully dressed for her appointment with Eric. She had to deliberately slow her pace so as not to reach the hotel too early, and still she did. Alena considered waiting in the lobby area but, her instincts told her the hotel would recognize her reason for being there and without any ceremony, ask her to leave. And so with some trepidation, she took the elevator to the 

The elevator ride to the 7th floor was just as disconcerting. It was crowded with people headed for the rooftop bar, and the thought of going up there again made Alena cringe.

Outside the door, Alena stopped and looked at her watch. She was still ten minutes early. The hallway was deserted, so she sat on the carpeted floor with her back to the wall and settled down to wait the ten minutes.

At five to eight, Alena heard the elevator doors open and scrambled to her feet. She pretended to search for a key card in her purse, but needn't have bothered with the charade; it was him.

She ran her hands down her dress, smoothing any wrinkles and smiled at him, making her eyes smile as well.

"Have you been here long?"

"No, not at all."

"I apologize if I've kept you waiting." He swiped the lock and held the door open for me. "Please, come in."

It struck her as strange that he could be so friendly and polite until the sex happened, then he changed utterly, but there was something about the immaculately balanced duality that was both obscene and hypnotic.

The room was exactly as it had been before, a kind of sitting room affair with a pair of sofas, a desk with a laptop on it, a built-in entertainment cupboard with a wide-screen television in the middle, all done in endless shades of beige. The balcony door was shut, but I could hear the faint hum of traffic from the street below.

"Would you like a drink?"

It occurred to Alena that this was just another politeness, that she should refuse and get down to business.

"No, I'm fine, thanks."

"Do you mind if I have one?" he asked, shrugging off his suit jacket and laying it carefully across the back of one of the sofas. "It's been a long day."

"Please, go ahead."

He turned towards the bar fridge and then stopped, looking back at me. "Are you sure? I've got vodka. That's what you had the other night, wasn't it?"

"Okay, sure, if it's no trouble." She wanted to kick herself for being so wishy-washy.

He looked at me oddly again, and began to fix the drinks. The ice cubes clinked as he dropped then into the glasses. He brought the drinks over to where I stood and held one out for me.

"Thanks."

"Have a seat."

She nodded and sat down on one of the sofas. It felt hard and recently manufactured, and had that faintly acrid smell of new upholstery. He took the seat opposite and sipped his drink.

For a moment, the glass in his hand made Alena think of the old subliminal message research that documented images of skulls and naked women in the ice cubes of alcohol print advertising.

"I'm very pleased you decided to continue our arrangement." His voice was pleasantly casual.

"I hadn't really intended to."

"That's understandable. New paradigms are not easy to adjust to."

Alena laughed, unable to help herself. "A 'new paradigm'. That's an interesting way to put it."

He smiled and shrugged. "A new mode of being, then."

Alena gave another chuckle. "Yes, a 'new mode of being'."

"That's a very nice outfit you're wearing. What's under the skirt?"

Alena's chuckle evaporated. She cleared her throat. This time, when she'd dressed, she'd done so knowingly, choosing a top with no buttons, a silk halter wrapped around to tie at the back. The skirt was the same; more or less like a sarong.

"There's nothing under the skirt."

He sipped his drink and sat forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "And why is that?"

"I thought..." I shook my head, and started again. "I thought there wasn't any point in leaving another pair of panties here."

"So practical, so pragmatic; but all the same, a lie."

She felt her face color, the tendrils of heat climbed up her neck and onto her cheeks. "You tell me, then."

"You wanted to get fucked. You wanted cock as soon as you could get it."

Immediately, Alena recognized the change in his tone. It was like a door opening, or a light going out. It was harsh and nasty, and highly erotic.

"Show me. Spread your legs and show me."

Leaning back into the sofa, Alena inched her thighs apart until she was sure he had a good view. His plump lips pursed, his pupils dilated behind his glasses. 

"Wider," he whispered.

There was something very specific about the way he consumed what he saw in her that sent a surge of electricity down Alena's spine. He didn't just look. Somehow, his eyes were mouths: tasting, chewing, and swallowing.

Suppressing a wanton moan, Alena spread her legs even wider, pulled the sides of her skirt away. Everything revealed to him started to heat up and burn: the inside of her thighs, her cunt, and even the skin of her chest and face seemed to sizzle.

"Touch yourself. You want to. I know you do."

How could he know? Alena asked herself. Then she thought, he's wrong, I don't want to touch myself ... I want him to touch me!

Nevertheless, she sent her hand down between her legs; her fingers slipping easily between the folds of her moistened labia, already infected by his desire for her.

After all, she thought as she began to masturbate, it was his money.

"Good girl," he murmured, then took another sip of his drink, took some ice into his mouth and rolled it around.

He stood up and walked towards her, crunching the ice in his mouth; the sound, dangerous, destructive, made Alena pause.

"Don't stop," he said, settling down on the carpet in front of her, between her legs. "Show me."

And so Alena resumed her attentions even more diligently, his close scrutiny pushing her on.

"You're wet, I can smell it." He took another sip and another ice cube into his mouth.

"Yes," she croaked hoarsely and her body twitched, as it always did when she masturbated.

He took hold of her thighs, pulled her hips to the edge of the seat, until his face was only inches from her cunt. Suddenly, he pushed her fingers aside and pressed his mouth to her mound. His ice cold lips made Alena squeal and arch her hips. As she recoiled from him he used his tongue to push the ice cube from his mouth into her.

The shock of the temperature change made Alena's internal muscles spasm shut around it. 

Instinctively, she wanted to push it out, even as she felt it melting and trickling out of her.

"Don't."

She froze, knowing exactly what he was talking about. Still the ice burned inside. He took another cube from the glass, this time with his fingers, and pushed it into her opening. Then a moment later added another.

"Oh, my God!" Alena shrieked as she tried to roll away from him.

"Don't," he repeated.

She opened her eyes to look at him. He was holding the glass beneath her, catching the drops of melted ice. Alena made a wordless sound, fighting her desire to expel the cold invasion with all her might. It was a strange, awful sensation. Not pain, perhaps, but a deep, throbbing burn.

He lowered his mouth onto her pussy again, covering the whole of her mound. The heat of his mouth was exquisite. He snaked the flat surface of his tongue between her lips and pressed it hard against her clit.

"Oh, please... I'm going to cum. I can't hold it if I cum!"

"Then don't cum," he said, his words muffled. 

"Not until it's melted."

Alena whined, straining to control muscles that fluttered and spasmed autonomously. His tongue began wicked little flicks over her clit, interspersed with long, slow laps. Her thigh muscles began to twitch, shuddering in sympathy with her cunt. Through her panting, Alena could hear the soft, liquid sound of water trickling into the glass beneath her.

Alena couldn't stand it anymore. "Oh, please!" she whimpered.

He lifted his head. "Please what?"

"I need to cum!"

"Not yet."

"I can't! I can't hold it any longer."

He put the glass down on the coffee table; it clanked dully, glass against glass. Reaching into his trouser pocket, he pulled out a condom. Carefully, slowly, he undid his belt, the button on his pants, and unzipped himself. And just as carefully, he eased his fully erect cock out of a pristine white pair of boxers, and slid the condom down its length.

The minute she saw it, Alena knew just how deliciously hot it would feel inside her. How beautifully it would soothe the cold burn.

Picking up the glass, he took a single sip, and then knocked back the rest of the diluted amber liquid in one go: the scotch, the ice water and Alena. He swallowed her. Then he let the glass drop to the floor and, in one fluid movement, pushed his cock deep into her cunt. Alena yelped. The heat of him was almost too much to bear after the ice.

"Like it?"

"Oh, yes. Fuck, yes."

"Good girl. Ride it."

He held himself still; his hands under her hips, so that she could roll them and push herself onto him. There was something deliciously exposed about it. He looked down at her, watching her greedily engulfing him, over and over again.

Slowly his enigmatic expression changed, as if with each stroke, she was pushing that reserve, that barrier, that hollowness away. A strange way to get to know someone, but that's what was happening.

He swallowed hard. She could tell he had to work to hold himself still. "Feels good?"

Alena smiled. "It feels wonderful."

"You're such a whore," he whispered, smiling down at her as she fucked herself on him.

"I know," Alena panted.

"You love it."

"Yes."

"What a sweet, fucking whore. Can't get enough, can you?" His voice was breaking now, and a distracted smile was playing on his lips. He began to thrust, and was guiding her onto him, his hands on her hips.

"Never! N... n... neither can you." Alena felt the electric swell of her orgasm beginning; a hydra at the base of her spine was opening its tendrils, climbing, spreading up the synapses.

She arched her hips high, spreading her legs even wider, and watched, hypnotized as his cock disappeared into her, over and over.

He grabbed her legs and pushed them up, until she was splayed open for him. "You like it, being my whore, don't you?"

She could hardly speak, it felt so good. "I like being your whore."

The instant she said it, Alena started to cum. He grunted and thrust hard, deep, not even bothering to withdraw before reburying himself. He was letting her spasms do the work, squeezing and milking him.

A small smile spread across his face, he began to fuck differently, smoothly, and Alena knew he was cumming. Fingers dug hard into her thighs then he shuddered and held himself buried in her, jerking as he orgasmed.

"Sweet God," he grunted. "You're nothing but cunt."

As the contractions eased, those words reverberated in Alena's ears. He crumpled forward, panting, with his face on her chest.

"Sometimes," she whispered, but said nothing further, just thinking the rest. Sometimes, for all the education, the centuries of civilization, the manners and the roles we all learn to play to well, the sophistication and complication of the whole of human society ... sometimes she was nothing but a cunt. And it felt simple and good and primal and, most of all, it felt true to admit it.

* * *

Alena didn't offer to stay; she knew he didn't want her to. Like the previous time, he took the five pristine hundred-dollar bills from his wallet and put them on the table, right next to the glass that had once contained the essence of her, along with some scotch and water.

This time, Alena didn't forget the money. She knew it would bother him if she did. She figured there was something about the money that made it possible for him to play this game. Alena tucked the bills in her purse and smoothed her crumpled, damp skirt.

"Next Thursday, then?" Everything, including his reserve, was back in place.

"Sure. Same time?"

"Yes. That would be fine."

"Goodnight, then."

He held the door open for her, and wished her a good night in return as she walked out.



Learning Curve Ch. 08



Ellie Wong was watching the late night news when Alena came into the apartment.

"So, how'd your date go?" she inquired as she peeled a banana that was turning brown.

"It was okay," Alena replied as she kicked off her shoes and plopped down in the only other chair in the room beside the couch where Ellie was sprawled, her mouth half full of banana.

"You get laid?"

"Is that really any of your business?" Alena said trying to avoid any discussion of her "date."

"I hope you did," her Asian roomie replied. "I love fucking; I think it helps me study better for days afterward."

"Is that why you let those guys screw you fore and aft the other day?" Alena said caustically.

Ellie didn't seem to mind, coming back immediately with: "I'd always wanted to try that, but you know, most guys would be kinda icky about it, you know? I mean, having another guys cock rubbing against his. And then there's the possibility the other guy might accidently on purpose touch him with his penis. Yuck! I mean, I like the idea of two cocks buzzing around me. Even thinking about it makes me dizzy, not to mention wet, you know?"

Alena nodded in understanding and actually felt bad about throwing that situation at her roommate. But Ellie took no offense, and asked if Alena had any fresh batteries that she might use for her vibrator. 

"I'm really horny and could use a nice cum, but my bats are empty and I didn't feel up to running out to buy some. So, you got any spares. I mean, I don't want to use yours, um, unless you don't mind?"

Alena got up, went into her bedroom and returned a moment later to toss a pink vibrator in Ellie's lap.

"Oh, thanks, Alena!" she chirped and took off for her room.

A few minutes later, Alena heard the unmistakable sounds of Ellie reaching a thunderous orgasm. 

Alena began thinking about the possibility of teaming up with her Asian roomie as an occasional partner with certain clientele. The more she turned the possibilities over in her head, the more she liked the idea. 

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Alena met an interesting couple a day later. As usual she'd met them by answering an ad found on Backpage.

They told her their names were Alan and Kathy. They were a thirty-something couple and appeared to be married, but Alan knew enough by now not to assume anything about her potential clients.

"So you're interested in find a third wheel for this coming weekend?" Alena said after their coffee arrived at the café table.

"Yes," Kathy answered quietly, almost shyly. But under the circumstances Alena knew she was anything but shy.

"Um, Alena, right?" Alan said, interrupting Kathy, or perhaps taking over by a prearranged signal, it's like this, there's not much information available about threesomes."

Alena nodded and managed to get in a simple "Yes," before he was off and running again. "Yeah, good,' he said acknowledging the fact that he'd gotten her name right. "So it's like this. Orgies are simple enough to handle. People show up at a sex party prepared, at least in theory, to shed their inhibitions in exchange for a night of unbridled ecstasy. Foursomes are simple, too. Couples, for the most part, internalize their doubts and come out ready to play. Even threesomes involving a couple and a single male are similarly uncomplicated. Kathy will tell you there's no shortage of males willing to play.

"But the classic ménage a trois—two women and one male--is another beast entirely. I feel most females view sex emotionally. She wants to be the center of attention, if only for a night. Almost without exception, the women we've bedded were looking for something more complex than sexual gratification, whether it was romance, friendship, or simply two people to shower them with attention. As a couple, you need to be sensitive to this dynamic.

"Oh, yeah, and you better have your own house in order, too. Jealous types need not apply, nor people looking to repair a faltering relationship. Neither partner should pressure or otherwise manipulate the other into a threesome scenario. If the two of you aren't prepared to be completely open and honest with each other then the threesome is best left as an idle fantasy. We've met too many women whose past threesome experiences were ruined by unstable couples.

"Many people will tell you threesomes just happen. Well, perhaps in Penthouse Forum they do, but out in the living world you have to lay a certain foundation. It's like dating really, unless you put yourself in the right situation and put forth some effort it won't happen. Even when Kathy and I are at our most spontaneous, we have a certain way of approaching things."

Alena was fascinated by his words. Had he prepared this monologue in advance, or did he have an encyclopedic knowledge of the subject from trial and error?

"Potential partners abound. That's not the problem. The problem is most couples waste their effort on the wrong women. There isn't really a "type" per se. We've dated confident, aggressive experts and shy, inexperienced debutantes. But what these women had in common was a certain curiosity, flexibility, openness, and a willingness to meet us half way. They had a playful attitude about sex and didn't recoil in horror when the subject came up in casual conversation."

At this point, Allan changed course, asking Alena: "What's the wildest thing you've ever done?"

Alena took a moment to mull that over. She decided it had been the bachelor party, and told them about it in some detail.

"But are you comfortable with the idea of a threesome?"

She smiled at him, then turned to Kathy and smiled at her too. "Allan, I'm here in answer to your ad. Of course I like sex. I like all kinds of sex, and since I expect to be well paid for participating in any threesomes with you two I'll share myself as equally as possible with both of you and leave any notions of falling for one or the other of you at the door."

Allan and Kathy exchanged a meaningful glance as Alena continued.

"I can assure you ... both, that you won't find me bickering with either of you as long as I'm paid promptly. I realize what you're doing is essentially a weeding out process; that's why I'm attempting to clarify my position on threesomes. I have had experience in bi-sexual relationships. I told you earlier, I like sex. What I don't like is being hurt unnecessarily. I won't tolerate it. I should tell you up front that if I am mistreated I have people who will extract a terrible punishment from you on my behalf. I don't expect that to happen, but I think you should know in the event you have something like that planned in lieu of the threesome we're discussing."

Of course, Alena had no such person available, but Allan and Kathy had no way of knowing that, and that fact provided Alena with all the protection she thought she needed.

"I also practice safe sex and discretion," she added before finishing her response.

Kathy reached out and covered Alena's hand with her own. "I like you, Alena. In fact, I'm dying to get you into my bed. I'm sure Allan is too. Now, how much would you require for this coming weekend?"

"By weekend what exactly do you mean?"

"Let's say you come to our home around four on Saturday afternoon?"

"And when would I be leaving?"

"That would be up to you, but for our purposes, let's say ten o'clock Sunday night."

"That will cost you $2500," Alena said without batting an eye.

"Two thousand even," Kathy countered.

"All right, two even," Alena said and stood up. She shook both their hands and accepted a card from Kathy with their address and left, feeling giddy at the prospect of making that much money for two days work.

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That evening, while watching The Survivor's with Ellie, she decided to ask her Asian roomie if she'd ever considered charging anyone for sex.

"You want to pay me to have sex with you?" Ellie blurted.

"God, no!" Alena laughed. "I meant have you ever considered, you know, prostituting yourself to supplement your income?'

Now it was Ellie's turn to laugh. "You know every woman daydreams about it. But have I ever given serious thought to it. I'd have to say no. I have almost all the money I need, and can get more from my father with a phone call. But why do you ask?"

"A very short time ago, I was dead broke. I mean, I didn't have a quarter to my name. I had been booted out of my apartment by my so-called boyfriend because I was late with the rent. Desperate, I answered an ad on Craig's List. I agreed to meet him the following night, but in the meantime I was reduced to scrounging around in a garbage can for something to eat."

"My God!" her wide-eyed roommate gasped.

"Well, I wasn't exactly a virgin, you know? But it wasn't anything like I had done before."

"He raped you?"

"Oh, no, in fact ... he was very nice about things. He wanted me to masturbate, it was uncomfortable at first, but you know, you reach a certain point and really don't give a shit who's watching you."

"I hear that," Ellie said, but her face was deadly serious.

"He jerked off watching me. In fact, we sort of came together, you know?"

"Wow!"

"And then he had me take a bath."

"A bath?"

"And he joined me in the tub and we did it. I'd never done it like that before and I thought it so romantic that I came very hard."

"Can ... can I borrow your thingy again, Alena?"

"It's in the right hand drawer of my dresser. Be sure to clean it good when you're finished."

"I will, I promise!' she called through the door. Alena heard the batteries running before she returned to the couch and lay down.

Ten minutes later, Ellie opened the bedroom door and called out, "I'll do it!"

"What?" Alena said, puzzled by her comment.

"I'll be a whore with you if you want me too."

"Okay, I'll see what we can work out."

"Maybe this weekend, huh?" Ellie cooed. 

"Sorry, I've got a threesome set in concrete this weekend; maybe Tuesday or Wednesday."

"Yeah, okay, whenever," Ellie chirped seemingly happier than Alena had ever seen her before, even when getting laid during their mini-orgy the week before.

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Eric had told her that he wanted her anally at their next tryst. So late Thursday afternoon, with Ellie off at a movie, Alena had the bathroom to herself and set out preparing herself for her anal deflowering and followed his explicit instructions.

She filled the enema bag with a quart and a half of warm water and hung it on the side of the shower. Turning over to one side, she carefully placed the tip into her anus. Taking a deep breath, Alena released the clamp and sighed as the water rushed into her. She was surprised at how fast the bag emptied into her. As instructed, she lay back and let the water do its thing. It was a strange experience, somewhat enjoyable after the initial apprehension wore off. She waited until certain the water had done its job then carefully got up out of the tub and hurried to sit on the toilet.

She tried to relax as her stomach gurgled wildly and then began the process of expelling the water. She noticed the residue in the bowel was not clear and knew she would have to repeat the enema again. 

Wrapped in a towel, she walked into the bedroom and selected a text book and sat down to read a chapter or two, knowing she had at least a thirty minute wait before attempting another enema.

After the bag emptied into her, Alena lay back and slowly rubbed her belly. It made it more difficult for her to hold in but she felt that she'd get any small residue through this hybrid washing cycle.

She reached the toilet just in time, releasing almost all the fluid with the first burst from her bowels. When she examined the contents she found the water clear and gave a thin smile. "Okie dokie, Eric, like it or not, I'm as clean as I'm gonna be, here I come."

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On entering the hotel room with Eric, he had her strip and kneel on the bed with her ass up in the air. He moved behind her and spread her cheeks then sniffed.

Alena couldn't help but giggle.

"Good girl," he said approvingly and began to lick her anus. 

"Ohhh!" a startled Alena cooed.

Eric abruptly moved away from her, wiping his mouth on his shirt sleeve. "Now let's see how you go about your business. I'd like a little suck if you don't mind."

Alena didn't mind, and deftly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, sliding them down his legs and letting him step out of them before tossing them casually aside. Eric pulled his shirt off and added it to the pile, revealing his still decently muscled, upper torso. Alena had to admit he was in excellent physical shape for a middle-aged man. But it was even more appreciation that she admired the formidable erection that bulged in the boxer shorts he still wore.

Alena playfully stuck out her tongue before running it up over the fabric of his boxers that still contained his jutting cock. It bobbed under Alena's tongue and she looked up at him with a smile in her eyes as her fingers slid into the waistband and pulled his boxers down. 

Eric's hands became entwined in her hair, pulling it back from her face so that might watch her devour his cock.

Alena, now a well practiced cocksucker, slid her mouth down over him, soaking his cock with her warm saliva as she moved her head up and down on his pulsing shaft. 

His hand tightened on her ponytail and she moaned. He pushed his cock deeper into her mouth, and Alena felt the spongy head of his cock against the back of her throat and fought the gag reflex, momentary sputtering before taking him deeper, and holding him there, looking up at him, while his hands clutched the back of her head, prolonging his pleasure. 

"Fuck, you have come a long way since our first meeting," he sighed and began a series of short thrusts into her mouth before easing himself from her mouth and allowing Alena to fill her lungs with some much needed oxygen.

Moments later her mouth was on him again, licking and sucking his slippery shaft, tasting the salty sweetness of his pre-cum in her mouth. 

"Mmm.... do you suck your boyfriend's cock like this?" he inquired with a smile.

"I don't think I've ever sucked his cock the way I'm sucking yours right now," she replied with a little grin. "But then I wasn't a dirty slut when he and I were together."

"Really? Is that the truth, Alena?"

"I wasn't a virgin when we met, Eric. But then I wasn't all that experienced either."

"But you are experienced now, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am. I have answered other ads besides yours. Several of which provided me with a virtual course on sexual practices ... unusual practices."

She moved down to lick his balls, sliding them into her mouth while stroking his wet cock with her hand. She listened to his breathing as it intensified; felt him trying to hold back from cumming.

She let his member drop from her hand and sat back on her heels, looking up at him. "Eric," she purred, and got his attention then slid two wet fingers into her mouth, adding more saliva to them before taking his cock back into her mouth.

"What are you ....?"

Alena quickly sent the two fingers to his asshole, felt it clench at the first contact, but managed to work one in about an inch. He moaned and she tried adding the second finger, but he wouldn't allow it and she stopped trying.

"Didn't you like that?" She asked sweetly.

"A little," he rasped. "I liked it a little, but just a little."

"Suck me some more," he gasped as the finger returned to his anus.

Alena needed no further encouragement, taking him deep down her throat and humming, the vibrations from which she well knew would add greatly to the fellating she was about to finish.

Alena kept humming until she felt his cock pulse twice, then she began rapidly jabbing her finger in and out of his ass.

He groaned, "My wonderful slut!"

Sucking furiously, Alena gurgled a reply while adding the other finger to his ass. Eric's body twitched and he started to cum. 

Knowing what he wanted, Alena yanked him from her mouth and directed the next two fusillades of sperm at her face, splattering across her left eyelid, the bridge of her nose, and the tip of her tongue.

When he was finished cumming, Eric wiped his cock off on her breasts and told her to turn over. Alena obliged him, and he swung his leg over her so that he was facing her body. He moved up to allow her hands to grip his muscular ass and spread the cheeks.

"Alena ... you know ...."

She knew all right. She pressed her tongue against Eric's asshole, felt it tense in expectation of its slithering into him. Knowing it would heighten everything, she made him wait, her tongue poised to strike like a snake's fangs, and then just when he began to think she'd had second thoughts about doing him, she sent her tongue stealthily into his asshole.

"OH!"

Alena licked and sucked at his anus until too tired to move her jaw. 

Eric had been very receptive to her innovative actions, returning the favor as it were by leaning across her body to play with her clit and run his fingers through her juicy slit until she was nearing an orgasm.

Eric groaned, "Alena my great ass licking slut. I absolutely adore you. I...."

But he stopped and never finished the sentence.

"Oh, look," Alena cried, "My old man is hard for me!"

And he was, fully erect and ready to fuck.

"I've never fucked your ass, Alena."

"I know, I've saved it for you," she lied. "Please go easy on me, I understand it can hurt."

"You like being my whore, don't you," he murmured hotly into her ear. 

He moved behind her and she braced herself on her forearms and buried her face in a pillow.

"Raise up a little more," he said.

Alena lifted her ass to a higher level and took a deep breath. She was expecting a sudden assault, but Eric liked her too much for that. He knew how to deflower an anus and took pains to alleviate the normal suffering encountered in most anal deflowerings by sinking his cock into her pussy, covering his shaft with her juices as he leisurely fucked her from behind. 

Alena moaned when his thumb pressed firmly against her rosebud. He increased the speed of his thrusts, enjoying the sight of Alena's tits bouncing and jiggling from the pounding he was providing.

"Ugh ... ugh ... ugh!" Alena gasped, reveling his varied angle technique that brought his penis into contact with a different part of her cunt with each stroke.

His thumb finally invaded her asshole and she bit down on her lower lip, drawing blood. Alena realized she was incredibly turned on; perhaps more than she'd ever been before. She told herself: This man is unique as a lover. And he's paying me to partner with hi, I should be paying him!

Finally she felt the soft, spongy tip of Eric's cock pressing against her virgin hole. In all other circumstances, Alena would have tensed up, but the dirty sensuality of the moment, had her pushing back against his cock. His hands caressed her hips, gripping them tightly as he sent his cock into her darkest depths.

Alena began to count as he worked it deeper. "Sixty-four ... sixty-five ... I can't believe how long it's taking!" Then it occurred to her that if he hurried things it might hurt a hell of a lot more than the slight pain she was now feeling.

At the three minute mark, Alena realized he was completely immersed in her ass. The tight burn, present from the first, had all but dissipated, and she sighed then took a deep breath.

"So you know I'm all the way in, do you?"

"Yes ... all the way in," she said repeating his words.

"How does it feel?"

"It feels so good, surprisingly good."

"Now I'm going to fuck you."

He began by using long, slow strokes, gradually building speed. 

Alena's eyes glazed over as the idea of being completely filled with a cock took over. She instinctively began clenching and unclenching her ass muscles.




Learning Curve Ch. 08



"That's my girl!" Eric croaked, pleased with her efforts.

"I like this kind of fucking," Alena gasped happily, but breathing hard.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Eric gasped. 

"I love the feel of your cock!"

His thrusting speed increased and the force of them propelled her head into the headboard and each subsequent thrust banged her forehead into the hardwood. Alena suffered in silence, but her mind was racing as she told herself that she was the worst kind of slut ... a skank, a dirty, filthy skank, as she had heard her brother say of a local girl who he considered a whore.

The truth of the matter was that Alena was beside herself, having discovered an animalistic instinct she never knew she had, and, with the discovery, she developed a far different attitude toward ass fucking. 

"Just shove it in me!" she grunted.

Eric was already doing just that.

"Make it hurt! Fuck my assssssssss!"

These additional exclamations drove Eric into a fucking frenzy.

He started pumping her like a madman, driving his cock in and out of her tight ass with complete abandon. She grunted, she groaned; she bucked her ass against his abdomen; snorting rather than breathing, trying to pull me even further into the dark abyss.

His hands on her breasts were no longer gentle. If she wanted to feel pain, he knew how to oblige her. He took her turgid and squeezed the nubbins sharply, painfully. It was this final, almost desperate gesture that transported Alena into ecstatically screaming: "I'm cumming!" she cried. "I'm cumming!

"YESSSSSSS!"

Eric exploded into her a split second later, filling her with spurt after spurt from his anally my sheathed sword. It was, without a doubt, one of the best fucks he had had in long time, and he was positive Alena felt the same way.

They both came down slowly. He didn't withdraw from her, feeling so comfortable inside her anus that he hoped he could renew himself and start over again.

But his age betrayed him, and he was soon fast asleep, and his spent member slipped from Alena's ass, sliding onto the inside of her inner right thigh, still wet from his spending.

Alena turned her naked body completely around until they were belly to belly, chest to chest. She wrapped her arms around his back and held him. 

"That was fantastic," she whispered sexily as she pressed her loins into him, mingling their pubic hairs. And only then did she realize that he was sleeping.

"Oh, well, he did his job, he deserves a good nap." She slipped out of the bed, being careful not to wake him up and took a quick shower.

When she came out, still toweling herself off, she saw that Eric was awake and smiling at her.

"I had no idea I could get that turned on back there, Eric. I was just doing it because you wanted it. Boy, was I wrong about anal. I guess I must anal-erotic."

"I have something else I want to try" he whispered.

"I'm up for anything after that, honey," she laughed as she watched him reach into a bag that he'd brought with him and take out a container of Hersey's Chocolate syrup and take the top off.

Alena shrieked with laughter, "Oh, no! You're not serious!"

"Oh, but I am, Alena," he said as he pointed the syrup at her and squeezed the container.

Alena was still shrieking with laughter as a long brown glob of chocolate syrup landed between her cleavage. Eric, with an ever broadening smile, made a cross of the chocolate syrup, covering her nipples with a second squeeze of the container. 

"You look good enough to eat," he laughed.

"I bet I do," Alena said, still laughing as she glanced down at her chocolate covered breasts. And as he bent to lick the chocolate from her left nipple, Alena closed her eyes, savoring the sensations provided by Eric's tongue.

I'm getting paid for this, she thought as she heard the Hersey's container fart out another glob of chocolate syrup, this time directly on her mons with a second squeeze forming a line on the innermost parts of her thighs.

"You really like your chocolate, don't you?" she laughed so hard her body shook with it.

"Mmmm," he responded, "Ummm!"

Between waves of delighted laughter, Alena managed to gasp, "So where's the whipped cream?"

Lifting his chocolate covered face from between her legs, he laughed with her and replied, "I forgot the dammed cream ... sorry," and then he slithered up her body, covering his own with the chocolate enroute, and kissed her hard.

Alena moaned into his mouth, her tongue tasting the chocolate on his tongue, savoring it for the first time and vowing to do the same to him if he would allow it.

But then his revived cock slipped into her chocolate covered cunt and she forgot everything else and rocked her hips in unison with Eric's thrusting.

Her hand slipped along his thigh, found the cheek of his ass and squeezed.

Eric was experienced in the art of fucking. And in that vein, he managed to shove his member along every conceivable part of Alena's inner walls, wringing sensation after sensation out of her. 

After the second minute of their coupling she was cumming and continued to cum after he rolled up and over her g-spot four successive times. Her muscles contracted around his prick and he knew she was in the midst of a tremendous orgasm and pumped furiously away at her until he too was cumming.

When he finally collapsed upon her, fully spent and gasping for breath, Alena continued to cum, shuddering with each successive wave as it rolled over her.

The sheets were stained brown and they were covered head to foot in comingled sweat and chocolate.

Alena was no longer laughing, but she was most assuredly sated with pleasure.

After they'd showered together, without touching one another sexually, and were getting back into their clothing, Eric posed a question to her.

"Alena, would you care to earn some big money? I mean, not with me, but with an oriental gentleman I know."

"What do you mean, big money, and what would I be doing, Eric?"

"Five thousand dollars for the night."

"That's a lot of money. I'm sure he'd expect something special for that amount."

"He'd probably expect you to entertain several other men. Possibly a woman, I don't know what he wants."

"Who is he, a diplomat or something?"

"That I can't say; I don't know. I've never even seen him. I spoke to him on the phone last week. He mentioned that he'd be here in the city, umm, tomorrow actually; he wondered if I knew of anyone special. Of course I thought of you."

"Thank you for that, Eric, but I already have an engagement for the entire weekend starting tomorrow night.

Eric seemed disturbed by this, but held back from showing his displeasure.

"Surely you could break your, umm, engagement. I mean, look at the amount of money being offered."

"It is a great deal of money Eric, actually I'm only making half that for the two nights. I do appreciate it."

Then it struck her that perhaps Ellie might be suited for the job. "Eric, I have a girlfriend, she's Asian-American. Do you think he might be interested in her? I assure you, she's very beautiful, and she loves her sex."

"I don't know, Alena. I recommended you. To change girls might not work. He is a demanding man. A most powerful man."

"But if I refuse, as I am, what recourse do you have?"

"I never thought you would refuse me. I know you need money, that's what brought us together in the first place. Have I not been good to you?' Have I not treated you with the utmost respect? And have I not paid you more money that you expected?"

"Yes, Eric, you've done all these things," she said and felt herself relenting. "I ... I can try to cancel out tomorrow." 

She felt a little guilty at her little lie; she was after all meeting Allan and his wife Saturday afternoon. Surely a long soak in her tub would refresh her enough to meet their needs and remove most, if not all of the wear and tear this oriental gentleman would put her through.

"No, no," he said. Go tomorrow, but make yourself available for Saturday night. Bring your girlfriend too. I'm sure he'll pay her accordingly. Perhaps not quite as much as he pays you, but a significant sum at any rate. What do you say?"

"Okay, I'll ask her. And I'll call my client and see if they'll accept me on a one-night basis. But this guy had better pay off, Eric. I can't afford to walk away from a $2500 job and you damn well know it."

"You won't regret it. It will be a huge payoff, Alena," he said, but what he was thinking was: But for me, not you.



Learning Curve Ch. 09



The following morning, Alena flipped through a psychology text, trying to concentrate on the pretentious jargon, but she was distracted by having to ask Ellie if she wanted to take part in what had to be a massive orgy with them as centerpieces.

After a few more minutes she tossed the book aside. It's useless, she thought, I can't get any real work done until I resolve my problem with that couple.

Alena pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and headed out to grab a quick sandwich and in between bites, called the thirty-something couple. She was delighted when Kathy answered. 

"Hello?"

"Hi Kathy?"

"Yes?"

"It's Alena ... you remember? We have a date for tonight?"

"We have a date for the weekend, yes. What is it, Alena?"

"Yes ... the weekend."

"Is there a problem?"

"Yes and no. I'd better explain," Alena said hurriedly. "I umm, can't stay Saturday night. In fact, I have to leave around fourish."

"That's rather early," Kathy said, sounding unhappy."

"I thought, umm, I thought we might accelerate things tonight and finish strong following breakfast on Saturday."

"Well I ... that is," Kathy said slowly, trying to get Alena to change her mind, or at least determine the reason for the schedule change. "We thought we'd be wrapping things up around ten or so."

"I know, and I sincerely apologize. It's just that I have to be somewhere, I'd rather not discuss it, but I really need to be elsewhere Saturday night."

"But we agreed on a price...."

"Yes, I know, but can we make an agreeable adjustment, say $2000 instead of $2500?"

"I don't know, Alena. Let me talk it over with Alan. He may want to cancel the whole thing."

"Oh, I hope not," Alena said and meant it. She needed the money.

"Can I call you back; say about an hour from now?"

"Yeah ... sure, that'd be fine. Please tell Allan I'm sorry about the inconvenience, but I really don't have a choice in the matter."

"An hour then," Kathy said.

"Yeah, bye, Kathy."

Kathy hung up without saying anything further. ________________________________________

Ellie popped in after her last class for the day and Alena broached the sex for pay subject again when she came out of the shower, wearing only a large bath towel.

"Oh, I'm definitely interested." her Asian roomie replied happily. "I'm naturally horny and I haven't been laid since we met those guys at the mall. Ellie made a point of sending a hand under the towel and rubbing her pussy.

"Good, I have something for us tomorrow night. Some kind of party, I don't have any details, sorry."

"A party means more than one guy. That's fine with me. College guys?" she threw out as an afterthought.

"No, I think it's some Asian guys."

"Oooo, my people! I love it! They fuck hard but not long. Sounds like easy money for us."

"Well, we'll see. I haven't got the details yet, but I've got something going tonight. It's a couple wanting me to join them; otherwise I'd have tried to work you in."

"That's okay; just leave me your vibrator."

"I'll do that, Ellie. Sorry I can't help you out tonight."

"So tomorrow night we go out together, right?" "Absolutely." ________________________________________

Alena dressed carefully for her appointment with Alan and Kathy, hoping when Alan called it wouldn't be to cancel their arrangement entirely. Her amber curls tumbled just past her shoulders, resting on the top of the curve of her breast. She wore a shirt with a slinky, satiny silver material, a halter top with thin straps that went down in a "V" over her stomach, the tip of the V ending at her belly button. With loose material hanging at the top of it and pooling between her breasts, it emphasized her perky breasts, and she was pleased that a bra was completely unnecessary. The short black skirt hugged her hips and ass snugly, the hem fluttering just two inches below her firm cheeks, while black leather boots encased her legs all the way up to her thighs. She looked damn good.

At six on the dot, Alena answered the phone. It was Allan.

"I don't appreciate you're cutting us short," he began without any preamble. "But we still want to do it. Be here by seven or earlier if possible." 

Alena nodded her agreement, then realized that he couldn't see her and stammered that she was ready and would leave within the next five minutes if that was all right with him.

It was. ________________________________________

Both Kathy and her husband, Allan were very cordial to her on her arrival. Alena accepted a glass of wine and sat next to Allan on a long sofa. Kathy, wearing a short, silk red robe, sat down on the couch, sandwiching Alena between them.

Allan startled her by asking right off, "How many cocks have you had this week?"

If Kathy was surprised by this question her face gave no indication. Alena decided they had agreed to begin by shocking her if at all possible.

"Six in all," she replied after taking a moment to form her response.

"Are you sure it was six?" Kathy asked with a small smile. By taking turns asking questions of her, Alena was forced to turn from one to the other to answer them. 

"Would you prefer that I lie to you?" she asked Kathy.

"No," Allan said, "we prefer the truth."

"Well then, it was six," Alena said firmly.

Allen opened his fly and took his cock out. It was semi-hard, and yet still impressive. Alena thought that they had fucked before her arrival.

"On your knees, please," he said quietly. Alena rose from the sofa and knelt facing him. He slapped her across the face with his cock.

"One," she said calmly and quietly.

"Good," he replied and slapped her five more times, concentrating on hitting her upper and lower lips each time.

"... five ... six..." she counted, and then waited, her eyes never leaving his.

Allan wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled, until her ass lifted off her heels. Alena's mouth opened involuntarily, and she closed her eyes for the briefest of seconds.

"You want me too ...." She began, but he cut her off, saying: "Suck me until I'm hard."

As her tongue swept over the tip of his erection, Alena sensed his wife leaving the couch to stand next to her.

"She's really quite lovely, dear," Kathy said dryly.

"Yes ... isn't she?" Allan replied as Alena cupped his ball sac while absorbing half of him into her velvety wet mouth.

A sideward glance revealed that Kathy had shed the robe revealing that all she wore was a corset. Her breasts were supported, but bare and her nipples were hard and tight. 

Alena made a gluck -- gluck sound as Allan forced himself deeper into her mouth and she had to swallow the buildup of saliva to make room for him.

Kathy's hand darted under her skirt and unobstructed by anything else, her fingers found Alena's pussy.

"She's...anxious, Allan," Kathy giggled.

Alena's eyes widened as the other woman's fingers knowingly explored the folds between her legs.

"Mmmm, I'd say she's quite wet."

Allan slowly extracted his penis from her mouth, leaving a long string of saliva that Alena couldn't keep her eyes off until it snapped and the longer end lightly slapped against her chin. Allan laughed, and said, "Let's try the bedroom, shall we?"

Alena absent-mindedly wiped the saliva from her chin as she followed both husband and wife into their bedroom and joined them on their bed.

Allan was fiddling with a remote control while Kathy's fingers revisited Alena's pussy. Alena drew her knees up to give the other woman more freedom to see what she was doing as she fingered Alena, occasionally brushing over a part of her vagina that seemed extra sensitive.

Alena moaned as a new warmth uncoiled deep inside her. Alena's hand reached out to caress Kathy's face to show her appreciation for the woman's ministrations.

Allan turned on a tape in the VCR, and then cupped Alena's left breast and gave it a slow, pleasurable squeeze.

Pleased with how they were treating her, Alena allowed herself a low satisfied moan and reached out to tease one of Kathy's elongated nipples. 

"I love this film," Allan said as the opening credits rolled.

"What?" Alena blurted, having been distracted by Kathy's exquisite fingering and to a lesser extent, Allan's nipple play.

"Oh, we always watch some film when we play, dear," Kathy chirped, then slowly extracted her fingers and brought them to Alena's mouth. "Have a taste, darling," she purred.

Alena's mouth opened automatically, accepting the proffered fingers and cleansed them by sucking lightly on them.

"Good?"Kathy inquired with a mischievous smile. "Mmmm," Alena replied as she relinquished the fingers back to Kathy, who reinserted them back into the warm wetness of Alena's cunt.

Alena jerked with pleasure as Kathy found her g-spot and pressed upon it.

"Yes! That's the spot, baby!" Alena cooed, while Kathy, knowing exactly what she was doing, intensified her rubbing there.

"You ... you'll make me cum ...." "Many, many times, darling; and the night is young," Kathy whispered huskily, "Now watch the movie. I think you'll like the star."

Alena turned her attention to the TV and saw a woman being passed around a green topped table. "It's poker night at a friend's house," Allan told her. 

"Fuck ... it's you!" Alena cried out in surprise, looking down at Kathy.

"I hope you like my acting, darling," Kathy giggled.

"But I saw credits and everything!"

"Borrowed them from another movie just for the fun of it," Allan laughed. "Don't you like our little surprise?"

Allan busied himself removing the remainder of Alena's clothing, leaving her naked on the bed between them.

Alena watched the screen and saw Kathy being penetrated by a huge black cock and then fucked doggy-style as she leaned on the table.

Once the black cock was fully inside her, another man tendered his equally lengthy member to her mouth and she gleefully took him on.

"My wife is quite talented, don't you agree?" "She is ... very much so," Alena replied, delighting both husband and wife.

Then both women were laughing delightedly as Allan pulled them onto his lap, one on each leg. They kissed one another passionately, first Alena tonguing Kathy, then Kathy mashing her mouth against Allan, and finally Allan passionately smothering Alena with wet rough kisses. Hands were everywhere: Breasts, thighs, cock and cunts. The tape played on with no one paying much if any attention to it. The women busied themselves fingering each other's pussy until both were moaning non-stop. 

Allan began sucking on Alena's breasts, and caressing his wife's lovely derrière, increasing the volume of their respective moans.

Kathy finally pushed Alena back and fell between her legs, licking, kissing and sucking away at the college girl's clit.

Allan got behind Kathy and began pressing his dick into her pussy, stretching her out as she went down on Alena. In turn, Alena's unmistakably feminine hands wrapped themselves in Kathy's curls in order to pull her cunnilingual partner closer.

Kathy responded by sending two fingers into Alena to rub frantically on her g-spot while sucking feverishly on her clit.

With Allan pounding into his wife from behind, Kathy had a little problem in maintaining a place from which she could attack Alena's clit properly, sliding on and off the slick flesh she so badly wanted to gobble up.

But her fingers remained in place and soon Alena was jerking and bucking frantically as she started to cum from the woman's insistent fingers. "Oh My God!" Alena screamed and came. 

Allan pulled out of his wife and turned to Alena demanding that she finish him off by blowing him. Still shuddering from the throes of her climax, Alena managed to take him in hand and direct his glistening cock to her mouth; then fingering herself with one hand to keep the sensations going, she held him in the other, moving her head back and forth until she felt him spray her tonsils with his load.

"Good one!" he yelled as he rolled away from her. Alena never paused, but fell upon the supine Kathy and ate her out, using fingers as well as mouth and tongue.

Seven or eight minutes later, Kathy's body was raked with orgasmic spasms as she came screaming out her joyous relief.

They lay entwined, sated for the moment, but the action on the television screen soon brought them back to a state of full arousal.

"I think she's worth the money, darling," Kathy croaked happily.

Alena assumed a supine position, with Allan's hand resting possessively on her rear and turned her attention to the television screen where Kathy was now sixty-nining with a coffee colored female with gigantic tits.

But it was Kathy whose hips were churning away, almost a blur as the evident pleasure coursed through her body. Then the coffee colored woman was crowing out as her orgasm swept over her too. What made this film different from most, other than the fact that Alena was watching the couple next to her star in it, was that as soon as the women finished cumming, they were quickly mounted by seemingly fresh men with throbbing cocks.

On the bed, Kathy was whispering dirty words in her husband's ear as she nibbled his ear lobe. She was not ignoring Alena either; reaching a hand around to caress the smooth curves of Alena's ass, while the other hand pinched her husband's nipple. 

"When are you gonna fuck me, huh stud? When are you gonna stick it up my ass?" Kathy hissed gleefully.

"Soon baby. Soon," he replied with a guilty glance at Alena.

"Alena why don't you eat my baby here out?" he said and Alena knew why he'd had such a guilty look.

They're paying me, so I might as well, she thought and moved down between Kathy's thighs, spreading them to provide Allan with a decent view of what was going to happen. 

I wonder how long they'll last at this rate. She wondered, then parted Kathy's labia and sent her tongue into the other woman's cunt.

Soon the room was filled with sexual sounds. Kathy's sighs and moans as Alena tongued her. Alena's gasping and sucking slurps. And from the television came the relentless pounding of the big black man's cock as it slapped against into the coffee-colored girl's ass.

Last but not least, in the background, Allan could be seen along with another man, both fucking Kathy, fore and aft, with Allan providing the rear penetration. ________________________________________

Back on the bed, Kathy's chest was heaving in response to Alena's mouth and tongue, on her way to an intense orgasm. 

Alena, maintaining a professional calm, slid a finger into her mouth then worked it between Kathy's ass cheeks, pressing the barely lubricated digit against and then into her ass hole. 

Kathy moaned as the finger continued to work its way deeper into her anus. Alena realized early on that Kathy was a frequent participant in varied types of anal play.

Then Alena deliberately maneuvered Kathy, positioning her in such a way that Allan was blocked off from seeing what she was about to do to his spouse.

With her left forearm resting nonchalantly on Kathy's rib cage and Kathy's left arm kind of flopped across Alena's lap for want of a better place to put it, Alena asked Kathy, "does it still hurt when he uses his big cock on your ass?"

"Uh-uh," Kathy replied with a broad smile. "I'm used to it. It's quite pleasant to feel that sensation back there. Actually I've been turned on by anal since I was a teenager."

"Oh?" Alena said, hoping to keep her talking.

"Mmmm, yeah. I mean, I was raised a Catholic; and the only birth control I knew before college was anal. I can't believe I'm telling you about it. I've never mentioned any of this to Allan."

"Any particular thing you like about anal play?"

"Oh, yeah! Rimming ... umm, you know what that is?"

"I certainly do, Kathy. Would you like to experience my rimming?"

"Go right ahead ... Allan, you may want to watch this," she said, her voice quavering.

Allan started to get up from the bed. Alena stopped him with, "Please stay and enjoy the show, Kathy wants you to see how it's done."

"I intend to watch it," he replied. "I'm getting our camera to record this. Kathy was nodding her agreement with expressive, puppy-dog eyes.

"He'll probably get some new ideas," Alena giggled.

"He just might," Kathy agreed.

Allan now had the camera focused on the women. His eyes darted from Kathy's full, hanging breasts, with their silver dollar-sized areola and thick, brown nipples, to the soft, light-brown triangle of curls which tapered quite nicely to a 'V' at her lower abdomen.

Alena devoured Kathy with her soft, bluish-green eyes. Her voice was soft as the morning as she inquired, "Would you like me to start now?"

Kathy seemed mesmerized by the woman she was paying for sex. She could only nod. Her hand was just below Alena's pear-shaped right breast, but remained stationary beneath the hanging globe.

"It might be best if you moved so that your head's resting on the pillow," Alena told Kathy.

When she had obliged Alena, the younger woman slapped her on the ass, leaving a red handprint that her husband carefully focused on for posterity's sake.

Alena was now in control, devoid of any previous nervousness. "Get that ass up for me!" she barked out, causing Kathy's body to jerk fearing another slap.

Her ass was at its zenith waiting for whatever came next. Her breasts rested in the middle of the pillow. Her chin on its edge.

"That's fine," Alena said; her voice now husky as she moved to a more central position behind the married woman before her.

Alena leaned slightly forward, her left breast scraped along Kathy's hip. "So this is what I have to work with. I must say, you have a perfect ass."

Allan was beside himself as he watched Alena place the palms of her hands over each of this wife's twin hemispheres and gently squeeze the pure white flesh. 

"Smooth ..." Alena whispered in a raspy voice.

I'm enjoying this entirely too much, she thought as she prepared to plant a soft kiss to the other's spidery asshole.

"OHHH!" Kathy sighed at the touch of Alena's lips to her anus.

Alena followed by dragging her fingernails sensuously over Kathy's left cheek.

Kathy shuddered.

"It's going to feel a whole lot better when I'm through with you," Alena hissed in Kathy's ear.

Kathy shuddered again. Her twin globes were covered in goose-bumps. And between clenched teeth she croaked, "That feels soooo nice!"

"Just warming you up, my dear," Alena laughed and swatted Kathy across each cheek to the delight of both women. Even as the sting from the slap peaked, Alena's fingertips were running along the crack of Kathy's ass, but did not touch her anal entrance.

"Jesus!" Kathy exclaimed.

Allan glanced at his cock; saw that it was throbbingly erect and leaking precum, and let out a soft moan of his own. 

Kathy's breathing was becoming more labored as Alena played tunes along the inside of the ass crack. "I hope you're not too modest," she said, "Your husband is about to get an eyeful." 

Then, using her thumbs for leverage, she pried apart the two halves of the split pumpkin, exposing the pink, round anal button that was the centerpiece of what was to come.

"Jesus, I ... I've never felt so exposed ...." Kathy said haltingly, knowing two sets of eyes were riveted on her anus.

"Keep that ass up or I'll slap it into next week," Alena growled.

Kathy stiffened her body and tried to raise her rear another inch or two, satisfying her tormentor and savior.

"You seem so small here," Alena whispered, touching the rosebud with the tip of her index finger. "And yet, Allan has had no problem fitting his cock in there. Am I missing something?"

When Kathy failed to respond, Alena murmured a soft, "Hmmm?" into her ear; and pulling back a few inches sail clearly enough for her husband to record, "When I'm finished with you, Kathy you'll forget all about Allan and his little camera here."




Learning Curve Ch. 09



Later on they would all see just how her words affected Allan as the camera he was holding shook violently as she uttered her challenge.

But from that moment on, Alena all but ignored Allan, concentrating only on giving Kathy the best anal sex she was capable of giving. 

"Stretch out for me, Kathy," and the older woman did so, now laying prone on the satin sheets, a lovely picture with her curved ass and tightly closed legs. She was perpendicular on the bed, her head almost touching the headboard, the pillow next to her elbow.

"Good," Alena said, then squatted over Kathy's naked back, placing her knees on either side of Kathy's ribs. From his vantage point, almost directly behind Kathy's feet, Allan had a great view of Alena's light-haired pubic area, and her breasts which he admired as they swayed from side to side with even the slightest of movements; he also noted that her nipples were dark and erect.

Alena leaned forward from the waist, causing her breasts to hang delightfully downward, like melons on a vine, and placed her palms on the back of Kathy's upturned thighs. 

"Open your legs, Bitch!" she suddenly growled, adding a certain urgency to her command by applying pressure with her hands upon the delicate, supple flesh. 

Kathy hurriedly opened up, not caring that she would be baring the length of her crotch to the both Alena, which she didn't mind in the least, and to her husband and his camera and the legions of men and women who would eventually see her thus exposed.

Kathy's cuntal lips parted; sticky strands of her juices clung to either side like a spider's web torn asunder from a heavy rain. 

Alena raised the palm of her right hand over the upturned cheeks and gave the right cheek a good, hard slap which resulted in a loud cracking sound. 

Kathy screamed, "OUCH! That hurt!" and reflexively lowered her abdomen until it was once again flush with the sheets.

"It's supposed to," Alena snarled threateningly, knowing that her straddling position on Kathy's back prevented her from escaping any further blows.

"Now get your ass back up!"

Without a word of protest, Kathy presented her tail bone once more, knowing that Alena would probably deliver another slap. And she was right; Alena raised her left hand this time and drove it hard onto the left globe, rippling the surface of the ass all the way to the top of the other's thigh.

Kathy howled in pain, but to Allan's surprise, kept her backside in its upturned state, 

Alena looked down at the reddened cheeks and waited a few moments, allowing the pain and the tingling to subside. 

"How does your ass feel?" she asked.

"It's tingling all over!" blurted Kathy.

"But does it feel good, Kathy?"

Kathy gulped. "Y-yes, sort of," she replied.

"Do you want some more?"

Alena could almost see Kathy's mind racing as she sifted through a host of responses to the question. After all she was getting spanked by a woman with her husband raptly watching everything.

Finally, she answered the question with one of her own. "Will it hurt very much?"

""It's supposed to," Alena replied in a soft, honest tone. As she replied, she began scratching the surface of the dimpled cheeks with her fingernails, exciting the flesh beneath. Kathy shivered at the touch. 

"I ... okay," Kathy replied, obviously questioning in her own mind if she had given the right answer.

Alena laughed as she dug her fingers into the opulent flesh of each cheek, opening the crack once more, exposing the pink button which she regarded as her eventual target. This would be the "warm-up" to the coup de gras to come.

"I like the way your skin ripples when I spank it," she husked, leaving the cheeks spread for a moment longer as she visually examined the exposed anal region. 

A glance to her left told Alena that Allan was masturbating with one hand while filming them with the other.

When his eyes met hers, Alena winked at him, and then struck Kathy's ass with such violence that her breasts shook like jelly as the blow landed.

Kathy screamed in pain.

Allan began stroking his cock much faster after watching her hand land on his wife's rear.

Now Alena began massaging Kathy's bright red cheeks, her fingers slowly kneading the flesh like putty. She was surprised at the ease with which she had handled Kathy so far; she had never done anything like it before, but here she was doing it as naturally as if she had trained extensively for just this moment.

She kept the massage going for several minutes, without speaking, working the entire buttocks and the tops of Kathy's legs with a smooth precision. 

"That feels nice," Kathy sighed, coming out of her stupor.

Allan too was affected by the slow massage, and halted his masturbation, although still holding himself as he waited to see what came next.

Purposely, Alena's massaging fingers curled around Kathy's lower ass cheeks every so often and, for the briefest of seconds, opened the crack there to expose the pink rosebud. In time, Kathy's breathing became more labored; the constantly kneading fingers gave her a sexual glow. 

Almost imperceptibly, Alena leaned forward and placed her hands a bit further between Kathy's tightly closed legs. "You have a beautiful body," Alena whispered, abandoning the legs in their half-parted state and returning her manipulations to the reddened ass cheeks. Kathy's position allowed a few of the curls of the back of her pussy to peek out from between the 'V' of her legs.

Alena alternated between massaging Kathy's buttocks and lightly scratching the flesh with her fingernails, causing Kathy to begin moaning once more. The moans were a signal to Alena that her plan was working. She leaned forward, breasts hanging downward again, much to Allan's delight, and returned her hands to the insides of Kathy's legs. 

Alena looked over at Allan. He had the camera staring right into his wife's opening, 

Alena decided to go for it, knowing that no barriers would be left. She moved her hand along the inside of Kathy's now widely spread legs, all the way to her crotch. She ran the index fingers of her hands along each side of the glistening pussy lips, pressing softly into the pouting flesh. 

Kathy moaned again. 

Alena went for the kill, moving her fingers into the cuntal crack and slowly parting the labia, obscenely exposing the wetness of her vaginal entrance and the engorged clitoral hood.

Alena sent two fingers into the pink divide and easing them right into the naturally lubricated cuntal opening. The transfixed Kathy gasped as they disappeared into her spayed portal.

"Jesus Christ!" Allan whispered softly, apparently as transfixed as his wife.

"It's like a lake!" Alena exclaimed, moving her fingers back and forth inside Kathy's canal and making a slurping sound that was ample evidence that Kathy was past the point of no return. Her moans were now loud and prolonged.

Alena withdrew her glistening fingers and brought them to her mouth. Incredulously, Allan followed her actions with the camera and recorded what he and his wife would return to over and over again to reach their orgasms for years afterward as she greedily sucked the cum laden digits, tasting Kathy's pungent juices on her tongue. 

Taking the fingers from her mouth, Alena said, "Show me that ass again!"

Kathy unhesitatingly offered her upturned cheeks to Alena.

"A little higher!" Kathy arched her back even more, raising her abdomen well off the sheets, poking her ass out smartly. 

"That's much better," said Alena.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Spank me!" cried Kathy. "Reach back and open yourself up first. Show us that cute little button!" Alena was in complete control now; Kathy would be willing to do anything, and she knew it. 

She felt Kathy's hands work between her own spread legs and then come to rest on the still glowing ass cheeks. Boldly, Kathy pried her own flesh apart, exposing the tiny button. Alena pounced on the opportunity immediately, leaning over until her chest was planted in the small of Kathy's back, flattening her breasts against Kathy's body, digging her sex into the upper part of Kathy's naked body. In another instant, her face was inside the parted buns, planting a soft kiss on the crinkly rosebud. 

Kathy screamed out, as if a jolt of lightning had struck her, as Alena worked her tongue into the puckered opening.

Almost as soon as she began, Alena straightened up and ordered Kathy to move her hands away from her ass. As soon as she complied, Alena drove a hard slap onto the exposed flesh. Kathy cried out in pain. Alena used her hands to pry the lower ass cheeks apart once more, drove her head between the splayed globes, and darted her tongue into the nether portal again.

Allan came at the same time his wife moaned with unbelievable pleasure; almost dropping the camera as he looked at his cock spewing sperm on the bed alongside the two women. He hadn't cum like that since a series of nocturnal emissions during his puberty years.

He could no longer see what Alena was doing, but whatever it was it had his wife grinding her toes into the mattress.

Alena lingered longer at the opening this time, rimming the rosebud until her saliva caused her chin to slide several inches from her target. She straightened up again and drove several more stinging spanks upon the completely reddened ass, causing Kathy to emit shrill cries of pain and pleasure.

Alena resumed licking with occasional fierce sucks and alternated with spankings when her tongue tired. 

Kathy was now beside herself, making animalistic sounds from deep inside her throat, breathing tremulously. It was obvious to everyone when her dam broke. For the first time in his life, Allan saw a woman actually squirt out jets of clear cum, soaking the bed sheets and mattress below her spread legs, as the orgasm took control of her entire spasming body.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried, straightening her legs out and shaking them violently as a few more streams of cum spewed out of her pussy. 

The look on Alena's face was one of satisfaction, knowing she had really done something to Kathy that she would never, ever forget. But there was still a look of sexual desire written across her face. She eased herself off of Kathy's back and planted her buttocks on a pillow, then raised her feet off the bed and clasped her thighs, holding them up.

The effect was to utterly expose her sex.

Alena looked down between her own legs to the still writhing Kathy. Her brow was furrowed. Sexual excitement flushed her face. 

"Do me!" she yelled, wiggling her hips provocatively. Alena smiled as she looked into Kathy's splayed, wide-open sex; and, with a here goes nothing expression, sent her face into the crevice of Kathy's ass. 

Kathy reacted as it stuck with a cattle prod. Moaning loudly, she ground her face into the pillow, reached back to Alena's head and attempted to force her incessantly devouring tongue even further into her. 

With her head spinning from the marvelous sensations Alena was bestowing on her, Kathy yelled, "Eat me! Eat me!" as she realized the magic was racing through her body.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she roared as her entire body seemed to shake with her orgasm as wave upon wave of sweet ecstasy spiraled from her loins throughout her spasming body. 

Alena was taken aback at the intensity of Kathy's orgasm, but ever the professional, she kept her head between the other woman's legs even after the initial shock waves had died down, abandoning her anus and lapping at her sex with slow, wide swipes of her full tongue, tasting the copious flow of juices running from Kathy's steaming cunt.

When it was over, both women slowly sat up, then left the bed to stand breast to breast kissing one another.

Allan moved to Alena's side and put his arm around her. Alena turned to embrace him. Kathy looked somewhat guiltily at her husband, red-faced as the embarrassment of what he'd seen her do sank in, but when he kissed her hungrily she knew that he didn't care, that he still loved her.

Alena didn't say a word but went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth, rinsed her mouth out three times and took a quick shower.

They were waiting for her when she walked regally, fully nude into the bedroom.

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Kathy was lying with her head on her husband's lap. Alena heard her say, "Was that exciting enough a show for you, Baby?"

"It was great. I never thought that's she'd tongue your ass out like that."

"You? I was the most surprised person in the room when she did! I'm telling you, honey, she's worth every cent we're paying her. Don't you forget to add a generous tip when she's leaving."

She kissed the tip of his cock and said, "You don't think me a filthy slut for doing it, do you?"

"Sweetie I was too busy jerking off to think anything about anything. That was incredibly hot!"

Kathy's eyes lit up. "You didn't!" she gasped.

"I did," Allan confessed.

"Did you ... ahhh, did you....?"

"Did I cum?"

"Uh huh," she smiled.

"No," Allan replied. "I was saving that for you."

"I am such a slut!" Kathy crowed happily, as he gave her breast a friendly squeeze.

Alena coughed to signal her presence. "Am I interrupting you two lovebirds?"

"No, not at all," Allan said and laughed to cover any embarrassment that he might have revealed to her.

"He jerked off watching us!' Kathy chirped, "But he didn't cum, isn't that nice?"

"It is," Alena smiled. "So which one of us ...." She stopped there, realizing that he wanted his wife and not her. Quickly changing course, Alena said, "So why don't I watch the two of you? I might learn a thing or two."

"Wonderful!" Kathy said, hastily agreeing with Alena. A moment later she was lowering her mouth over Allan's twitching penis, enveloping at least half of his engorgement and moaning happily as she did.

"That's looks scrumptious," Alena cooed from a distance of some four feet. "Mind if I lick his balls?"

Rather than remove her mouth from his cock, Kathy waved imperiously at Alena, giving her permission to anything she wanted as long as she retained her husband's cock.

Alena settled herself on the bed, and was soon lapping away at Allan's testicles and working a finger into his anus, sending scintillating sensations rippling through his body.

"Gonna cum!" he groaned loudly.

"Cum on me! Cum on my face!" Kathy shouted.

Allan pulled out of her mouth and directed his jets onto Kathy's face, covering her thoroughly.

Without being asked, Alena, moving swiftly, began kissing Kathy's face and licking away gobs of semen her husband had deposited there.

"Give me some!" Kathy whined, and Alena did, passing it back to her by letting some hang from her tongue until Kathy reached out with her own to capture it. They repeated the process several times before segueing into a series of long kisses in which they passed the semen from mouth to mouth until it was so diluted with their comingled saliva they had no choice but to swallow what remained in their mouths.

Needless to say, Allan was hard again when they came to a halt.

"I ... I want to fuck you both up the ass. Can we do that?" he said, appearing to be asking his wife's permission.

"Two for the price of one!" Kathy said and laughed aloud when Alena got on all fours and presented her ass to Allan. Kathy quickly assumed a similar position alongside Alena and then both women waited to see what Allan would do with them.

Not wanting to cause either woman any major discomfort, Allan applied generous portions of lubricant to both assholes then sent a finger from each hand into both women.

"Whoa! That feels awesome!" Kathy giggled.

"Alena, how's it feel so far?" Allan inquired.

"It's fine, I'm ready for you, Allan. Just keep that black guy in the video away from me." 

Everyone laughed at her comment and Alena assured herself that she and not Kathy would be the first to be fucked anally by Allan. 

Neither husband nor wife suspected that Alena had prepared for this anal assault for several days prior to their meeting. Although Alena hadn't know just who would be taking her anally, she knew it was inevitable and had been using a butt plug to expand her anus and had also practiced squeezing a dildo once her anus was sufficiently enlarged. But neither she nor the couple expected the results that followed.

Alena presented her ass to Allan and Kathy promptly slapped her hard. "Ouchie!" Alena exclaimed, just as Kathy added a second slap to the other cheek. Allan intervened, saying as he laughed, "I don't mind you slapping her ass, honey, but don't miss and hit my dick. You'll finish me for the night."

Giggling at her husband's comment, Kathy backed away and Allen affixed his cock to Alena's puckered opening. 

"Oh, man, you feel so big back there!" Alena moaned, lying to enhance his desire for her anus.

Allan worked his member into her very slowly; having a wife that delighted in anal sex had taught him that making the entry as pleasurable as possible brought rewards later in the act.

Kathy laughed as she watched her husband feed his cock into their paid for companion. ""Keep still, Alena, he's making good progress. Soon it won't hurt at all."

Alena grunted in reply, and Kathy chirped, "His cockhead is in! The rest should be easy!"

"How's it feel?" Allan asked with genuine concern.

"Mmmm, okay, I guess. Keep going. I'll tell you if it's too much for me."

"How does she feel, Honey?" Kathy inquired, perhaps afraid that he would prefer Alena to her anally.

"Tight ... she's so fucking tight, Babe," he replied.

Alena decided to moan for greater effect and did so, although her sounds were more animalistic than ordinary moans.

"Halfway ... he's halfway in!" Kathy announced. Neither Alena nor Allan appeared to care.

"Fuck me, Allan!" Alena moaned.

Allan responded by withdrawing until only the tip remained in her ass, and then granting her request, thrusting in and out with an energy that surprised Alena after all the fucking he'd done prior to this coupling.

Her sphincter relaxed and within seconds he was fully embedded in her anus, but he didn't pause, withdrawing and slamming back into the deepest recesses of her ass repeatedly.

"He's all the way in, Kathy," Alena bleated, before the other woman could announce her husband's progress.

Alena felt her anus contract around his shaft just as it had with the dildo she had practiced with earlier in the day.

"Like it, Allan?"

"God yes, Alena. You've got a great ass."

"Let me milk you to a cum, Allan," she whispered sensuously.

"You ... you can do that?"

"Of course I can."

"Do it!"

"What's she doing?" Kathy asked concern obvious in both her tone and facial expression.

Ignoring Kathy for the moment, Alena told Allan: "Just stay perfectly still and enjoy what I do to you."

And as Allan held himself in check, Alena worked her impaled ass up and down his glistening cock using a slow, circular motion as she expanded the rubbery portal which accommodated his raging hardon. 

"Is she ... is she," Kathy stammered.

"Christ, yes, baby! She's milking me with her muscles and its fuckin' unbelievable!"

A moment later, as Alena grimaced with the effort, Allan told his wife: "It's ... it's like she's giving me a blowjob with her asshole!"

"What?" Kathy exclaimed.

"She's... she's nibbling at me!" he croaked.

Alena uttered her first words in several minutes then, saying, "Cum for me, baby. Come on, cum for me!"

Allen found her words irresistible and exploded in her anus as Alena used her last burst of energy to milk him to that point.

Exhausted, both Alena and Allan lay panting on the bed, his penis still embedded in her anus.

"That ... that was fanfuckingtastic!" he managed after a minute or so.




Learning Curve Ch. 09



"Yeah, it was," Alena agreed. "I'm still tingling."

"Can you ... can you show me how you do that?" Kathy asked in awe.

"I ... I can tell you, but I don't know ...."

"Anything ..." Kathy was rummaging in her purse and can up with a handful of twenties and fifties and dropped them on the sheet next to Alena. "Anything you can tell me will help."

There was a soft pop and Allan's penis fell out of Alena's ass. His sperm followed, trickling slowly out of her.

Kathy, wanting to pay homage to this young woman who had demonstrated incredible sexual prowess, crawled up to Alena's ass and began lapping up her husband's sperm as it oozed from Alena's asshole.

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As both Alena and Allan recovered from their last sexual bout, Alena took a shower, only to be joined by Kathy as she soaped her body, cleansing the sperm and saliva the couple had bestowed on her.

Kathy, thoroughly awed by Alena's abilities pleaded with her to allow her to eat her out one last time before she left their home.

Of course, Alena allowed her to do so, and as they toweled off after the shower, Alena gave Kathy instructions on how to milk her husband with her anus.

Inasmuch as Kathy practiced anal sex with Allan on a weekly basis, it seemed that she would be able to duplicate Alena's technique after some practice with her own dildo.

Meanwhile, Alena bade them both goodnight, with a promise from Allan that they would be calling on Alena again, probably within the month.

A tired by satisfied Alena left when her taxi driver rang the bell to Allan's apartment wondering what was going to top that night's performance.



Learning Curve Ch. 10



An exhausted but satiated Alena sat soaking in the bathtub when Ellie returned from her date at almost 4 AM.

"You're taking a bath at this hour?" Ellie said and then giggled lewdly, "You really must have gone at it."

"Did I ever get laid tonight," Alena admitted as if Ellie hadn't already guessed.

"Me too," Ellie confessed.

"Welcome to the club," Alena said a moment later, before confessing that she was concerned about their "dates" the next evening because her pussy was sore from all the fucking she'd gone through with the married couple.

"I know how to take care of that little problem," Ellie laughed softly.

"Oh, really?" Alena said, thinking Ellie wanted to go down on her. "I'm not really up for anymore sexual activity tonight, Ellie."

"Oh ... it's not really sexual. Well it is and it isn't. I'm talking about continuing your bath and following it with a massage."

"Mmmm, that does sound nice, but ...."

"I know you're tired, but this will not only relax you, but will take away the soreness down there." She pointed at Alena's pussy to accentuate her words.

"Well ...." Alena said and gave in as Ellie was already removing her clothing. Once she too was nude, she rummaged through the medicine cabinet and produced a tube, saying, "This has almost magical powers." That said, Ellie poured some bath oil that smelled of lavender into the warm water and stirred it with her hands. 

Sliding into the water and facing Alena, Ellie said, "Here, let me help wash your hair." 

Alena almost purred as her roomie lavished her full attention on doing her hair. They soaked in the warm water for a time with Ellie soaping Alena's breasts and slowly washing them, causing Alena to look at her friend through half-lidded eyes as she became aroused with sexual want.

Ellie helped Alena from the tub and handed her a towel to dry herself. Ellie did the same and then they moved into Alena's bedroom.

With Alena lying on her back, Ellie went about the room lighting scented candles.

"Where did you learn to do this?" Alena asked her voice tinged with sleepiness.

"Asian's place great reliance on massage; it has many curative powers, one of which you will soon see for yourself." Ellie left the room momentarily, returning with several slices of papaya. "Here, sit up and try some fruit," and gently covering Alena's hand when it reached out for the fruit, fed her with her fingers, making sure that they touched Alena's lips as the fruit entered her mouth.

"Mmmm, I wasn't hungry, or at least I thought I wasn't, but that tasted so good."

Ellie let some of the papaya juice dribble down Alena's chin. "Do you need to use the bathroom?" Ellie inquired as she dabbed away the remnants of juice from Alena's face and chin.

"No, I'm okay, thank you."

Ellie joined Alena on the bed and sat facing her, then took both her hands in hers and said, "Now we breathe together."

"What?"

Ellie was staring into Alena's eyes, "Take a deep breath. Take it from your belly like this ..." she demonstrated what she wanted Alena to do, and Alena mimicked her actions. Soon they were breathing in tandem.

"Good, keep doing that," Ellie said softly. "Lift your hips just a little."

Alena did and Ellie slipped a small pillow under her. Now Alena was lying on her back again with another pillow under her head. Ellie sat between her legs, cross-legged, and looking directly into Alena's eyes said, "Bend your knees slightly and then let them fall open."

Placing a hand on Alena's stomach, Ellie said, "Remember to keep breathing from your belly, it's important."

When satisfied that Alena was breathing properly, Ellie began the massage, starting with Alena's feet, gradually moving up to her calves and then her thighs.

Alena was silent, except for an occasional gratifying moan of pleasure. Ellie was careful to avoid the inner thighs and of course the vagina, but did gravitate to Alena's breasts, which she massaged thoroughly, pulling and stretching them, but avoiding any direct contact with the nipples.

"Mmmm, so nice ... so nice," Alena murmured, as Ellie labored over her breasts.

"I ... I never thought of doing anything like that myself," she added moments later.

"Frankly, neither did I," Ellie confessed. But after my first Yoni I started doing it as a matter of course."

"Your first Yoni?"

"That's what this kind of massage is called ... Y-o-n-i."

"Ohhh."

Ellie studied Alena, and satisfied that she was breathing correctly, she moved to Alena's inner thighs and pelvis, until satisfied that the tension had left her body and she was fully relaxed.

"Alena? May I touch you?"

"You've been touching me," Alena giggled.

"I mean your Yoni ... or pussy."

"You go right ahead, if it's anything like what you've been doing I want you to spend as much time as you like on my ... Yoni, is it?"

"Yes, your Yoni."

"Go for it, Ellie, but remember, it's quite sore. It's seen a lot of use tonight."

"I know, but this will make it better."

Ellie picked up the massaging oil and let it drip over Alena's out labia. She was generous with the oils, and spent a considerable time gently rubbing the oil into Alena's vaginal folds using a slow, steady motion, squeezing each lip between her thumb and forefinger and stroking up and down the entire fold.

"How's that feel, Alena?"

"Jesus ... but that feels good!" Alena croaked hoarsely. 

"Want a sip of water?"

"Yes, please," Alena replied and opened her mouth bird-like when Ellie held a small glass of water to her mouth.

After she put the glass of water down, Ellie began concentrating on Alena's inner lips, again squeezing each one and stroking them as she had the outer folds. Alena was purring with pleasure and Ellie could see her friend's juices starting to flow as she worked the innermost folds. There was no hurry in her movements. She knew to spend considerable time at this juncture, considering it a sacred place, and as such took the time to worship every soft, delicate fold she found. 

"OH ... OH ... OHHH!" Alena moaned softly the moment Ellie stroked over her clitoris.

Ellie smiled and Alena opened her eyes and saw the smile and returned it, which Ellie found gratifying. 

Then using clockwise stokes, she repeated the same process used on Alena's vaginal folds, squeezing gently and then, departing slightly by pulling soothingly on it before switching to counterclockwise strokes, all of which was geared to stimulate the clitoris and arouse Alena to the point of orgasm but not beyond.

"May I enter your Yoni?" Ellie whispered.

"OHHH, YES!"

The words were still echoing in Alena's brain when she felt two of Ellie's fingers sliding into her very moist passageway. Ellie was careful not to finger fuck her friend, and concentrated on giving her inner passage the same kind of massage as she had the outer folds. This meant discovering what Alena felt like inside and allowing Alena to feel her worshiping her while she experienced the pleasurable sensations of her own body. 

This also mean that Ellie slowly explore Alena's inner textures, the smoother parts and the slightly rougher, spongy part that comprised her G-spot. But gliding past it and moving a fraction of an inch at a time, pressing in, then easing up and moving on. When encountering a spot that might prove painful, and there were several, she stopped moving, but kept her fingers in place until that body part grew accustomed to the pressure and relaxed, thereby freeing any frustration or trauma that may have been locked in place.

Alena started to cry, and Ellie quickly whispered that it was all right to cry. It helped with the massage.

"It does?" Alena sniffed.

"It's good to cry, it helps heal the Yoni."

"Really?" she sniffed again, but seemed reassured and Ellie saw Alena relaxing again and continued.

"You may feel something like a buildup of heat way down in there, this too is good. It's all about releasing ... letting things flow. What we're doing is bringing strong emotions—fear, anxiety, or even joy—could come up. So let them flow, baby, let them flow."

Ellie shifted her hand slightly so that now her ring finger and middle finger were inside Alena's vagina, with the palm facing up and as far into her as they could go. 

OHHH!" Alena rasped hoarsely.

"That's right, I'm going to massage your G-spot, baby." Then crooking the fingers back towards the palm she touched the soft spongy spot.

"This is your sacred spot, you may know it as your G-spot, but in Tantra, it's the sacred spot, or place."

"I KNOW! I KNOW!" Alena rasped again.

"Relax, baby, relax. Keep breathing for me ... that's right ... that's a good girl," Ellie cooed as she massaged Alena's G-spot.

"How's it feel?"

"Wonderful. I do feel like peeing, but I know my bladder's almost empty."

"That's right, sweetie. Feels good, huh?"

"OHHH, FUCK YEAH!"

To add to Alena's pleasure, Ellie used the thumb on her free hand to stimulate Alena's clitoris.

"Feel good?"

"FUCK YEAH!"

Want to feel even better?"

"SURE!"

Ellie couldn't help but giggle as she inserted a pinky into Alena's anus and continued massaging her in that manner until Alena reached a powerful orgasm, with her pelvic area lurching up from the bed several times before settling down with a huge shudder.

"Are you all right?" Ellie asked with some concern after quickly removing her fingers.

Alena didn't reply for a moment, and then gasped, "That was awesome, Ellie, absolutely awesome!"

"Good, but there's a little more before we're finished, Alena, remember to breathe deeply and you can have several more orgasms."

"Breath deep ... Breath deep ..." Alena chanted as if murmuring a mantra.

The using one hand to massage Alena's breasts, and the other her clitoris, Ellie resumed her massage, bringing Alena to three more powerful climaxes before she whimpered that she'd had enough.

There was a sheen of perspiration covering Ellie's nude body as she brought her right hand down between her legs. "I hope you'll forgive me, but I need to relieve my own tensions now," and without bothering to hide what she was doing, Ellie masturbated right in front of a very bemused Alena.

"I can go down on you if you want me too," Alena offered.

"That's very kind of you, but no thank you. It wouldn't be in keeping with what follows the massage. Now you need to sleep. Don't mind me. I'll be finished soon, I promise, and I'll sleep in my own bed."

"We still on for tomorrow?" Alena asked sleepily.

"You mean tonight? You bet, we're going stun whoever it is wants to screw us!"

Both girls laughed at that and moments later, Ellie heard Alena start to snore. She brought herself off and quietly left the bed and returned to her own room and curled up under the covers and sleep like a baby. ________________________________________

They woke up around noon, threw on some clothes and went out for breakfast at the House of Pancakes. Ellie wasn't sure about what to wear that night and so they hit the mall, and shopped until four. Then loaded with apparel, they returned home and showered together, but refrained from any sexual activities, although it was apparent that both were very interested.

A light dinner followed and then they began readying themselves for their clients.

"Who are they?" Ellie inquired as she affixed her second earring.

"I really don't know. I have an address another client gave me. All I know is they pay big bucks and that's what we're doing it for ... right?"

"Right, absolutely right," Ellie replied. "It's not like we're whores. We're entertainment, High Class entertainment."

"Hey, don't kid yourself, Ellie. Tonight we're whores, or whatever they want us to be. Almost anything goes, including anal and golden showers.

"I can do anal, but golden showers?"

"You can shower after. It's not so bad."

"So ... like you've done it?"

"Yeah, I've done it, and more," Alena replied, "We better call a cab. We're running a little late."

"If I know men, they'll wait," Ellie laughed.

"Who says they're all men," Alena shot back.

"No shit!" Ellie gasped. "You think?"

"I don't get paid to think about the client. I go with the flow. You should be prepared for anything. They are paying big bucks. I mean that. This is a big money night. Most aren't anywhere close to this."

"Yeah," Ellie giggled, "I'm getting wet just thinking about it. Hey, the cab's just pulling up."

"Grab your purse and let's go," Alena said, opening the door and stepping out to wave at the cab driver. 

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"Where to ladies?" the cabby asked genially, as he took a good look in the rear view mirror when each girl climbed into the backseat. He had it down to a science. A woman would enter the cab carefully preventing someone on the sidewalk from getting too good a look at their legs, or God forbid, up their skirts. But in doing so they open themselves to exposing more than they ever thought they would to the driver as they had to open their legs to enter and sit down. And when two women got in it was even better as they slid across the backseat to make room for the other, usually widening the gap between their legs.

The driver would often regale his drinking buddies with stories, especially about the large numbers of women who went commando on going out for an evening.

The only disappointment he got from Alena and Ellie was that neither had gone pantiless. But with their short mini-dresses, they afforded him a wonderful look up both their skirts that kept him hard for an hour afterward.

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"Just drive, I'll give you an address in a minute, driver," Alena answered as she took her cell phone out and dialed the number she'd been given.

"Hi, this is Alena. We're in the cab, where shall I tell him to go?"

The voice on the other end provided an address and she relayed it to the driver, who shook his head to clear it of sex and concentrate on figuring out where the address was.

Twenty minutes later they pulled up to a large luxury apartment in the heart of the city. Alena paid the driver and they got out of the cab and headed for the well lighted entrance.

"Alena!"

Both girls turned toward the unfamiliar voice.

"Yes?" Alena said questioningly.

"You don't know me, but I'm to deliver you to your clients for this evening," a ruggedly handsome oriental man said reassuringly. "You may call me Mr. Lee."

"I ... I thought it was this address," Alena said, suddenly unsure of herself.

"Let's just call it a starting point," Mr. Lee said and gestured to a sleek black limousine parked just up the street from the apartment's entrance. "Your clients would prefer that you not know where they live."

Alena shrugged in acceptance, it was unusual to say the least, but the client was paying handsomely for the night, and she turned to face an equally puzzled Ellie and said, "Let's not keep the clients waiting, Ellie," and they followed the oriental chauffeur to the limo and got in.

"There are two blindfolds on the seat beside you, ladies. Would you please be kind enough to put them on for the duration of our short ride?"

Both girls donned the blindfolds without protest, and the limo pulled away from the curb and proceeded at a rapid pace toward their destination, which was actually several blocks away, but the driver, following instructions, made it seem as if they were traveling a much greater distance, before pulling into an underground garage and parking.

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During the ride, Ellie whispered to Alena, "Did you notice that he hardly gave us a glance?"

"Yeah, you think he might be gay?"

"I dunno, it's hard to tell, but he is kinda good looking, so ...." She let the sentence dangle.

"Is he Chinese, you think?" Alena whispered a short time later to her half Asian girlfriend.

"No, my guess is he's half Korean, half Filipino, but half Korean for sure," Ellie whispered back.

When he turned off the engine, the chauffeur spoke for the first time since asking them to don the blindfolds.

"You may remove the blindfolds, ladies. I have only one thing, or request for you," he paused and without even glancing at them from the rear-view mirror said, "On entering the first room I will leave you there and close the door behind you. It is expected that you will remove your clothing and have sex with one another. Following that, someone will come for each of you. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Alena said speaking for the two of them. "We're putting on a show. Someone or someone's will be watching our performance."

"That is correct. Please make it a good and through performance. One piece of advice, don't fake any orgasms. If you don't cum, fine, but we will know if it's faked and you will be punished for it."

And then he was gone, closing the door after him.

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Both Alena and Ellie stared at each other, and then both looked around the room. There was a bed, with clean silken sheets and several pillows. Several feet from the foot of the bed was a large portable closet with some wooden hangers for their clothing. Off to one side was a small bathroom with a toilet and a shower and several large Turkish towels on a rack. There was no window, but there was a large mirror behind which the girls knew the client, or clients were watching, and probably videoing them.

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"In for a penny ...." Alena said flippantly.

"Um, looks light we're gonna reprise last night without the oils," Ellie said quietly. "Yeah, well about last night ...."

"Shush, let's just go with the flow. But this time I'm taking charge unless you object."

"No ... no, I don't, Alena. But knowing they're watching gives me the heebie-jeebies."

"Watch the nerves, Ellie. Remember, we're professionals and they're watching us behind the mirror."

"Um, should we kiss for starters?"

"For starters, yeah," and the two embraced then their mouths approached, slowly, hesitatingly, lips parted and glistened. They approached, retreated, glanced and danced, and approached each other again. They brushed their lips lightly against each other, lightly flicked tongues and looked sideways into each other's eyes. They put their arms around each other's shoulders, they giggled, and then they finally, lovingly, planted their lips together in a long, loud, loving, slurping smooch. 

Alena didn't need to coach Ellie on how to kiss; Ellie just went with it and soon placed both of her hands on Alena's breasts and blatantly kneaded and massaged them through her dress. 

On hearing Alena moan, Ellie clamped her mouth on Alena's neck and nibbled at her jugular causing Alena to throw her head back in sheer joy at this totally unexpected treatment from her roomie.

A minute or so later, Alena reciprocated, sending her tongue into Ellie's ear and around the folds of the lobe and into the cavern of the ear itself. Her actions left the Eurasian girl squirming with pleasure.

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The passion generated by the two women was a revelation to the two Orientals watching behind the two-way mirror. What they usually encountered in similar scenarios had been a lackluster, mostly disinterested skirmish between the women performing for them. But this was certainly different. The women were undeniably interested in one another, and it seemed that they hadn't realized it until thrust together in that room.

The two men loosened their ties and wiped their brows with their bar napkins, having become almost as aroused as the females they were watching entwine their thighs and humping one another.

"They're tribbing, with their clothes on," Mr. Mr. observed out loud. "I don't think I've ever seen that before."




Learning Curve Ch. 10



"Tribbing, yes," admitted Mr. Lee, "but you're quite right. It's a new twist to an age old game. Top marks for innovation, and they're only beginning." 

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This was true enough; for both Alena's and Ellie's hips were undulating as their groins sought to gain contact with each other; there arms were already around each others' shoulders and waists, moving and caressing each other's breasts and rears through the tactile fabric of their dresses.

Wet lips were now bestowing sloppy kisses, sending smacking sounds into the charged atmosphere of the room behind the two-way mirror. They were the best drama to entertain the room in months and both men watching knew it.

They continued the kissing without touching one another's breasts other than pressing them against the others chest for a while and then Alena broke a kiss off, and whispered, "You better let me undress you now."

Ellie nodded and stood still as Alena began at her throat, unbuttoning her dress with shaking fingers while Ellie watched her face. Alena opened her blouse carefully, and had to swallow when her breath caught in her throat as Ellie's breasts, heavy and swollen spilled out of her lacy bra. The areolas were topped with beige nipples already hard and long. 

Neither girl noticed as Ellie's dress spilled off her slim body and pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but shoes, thigh-highs, and frilly lace panties through which a small tuft of black pubic hair was visible.

"Now you, um, undress me," Alena said in a shaky whisper as her stomach tightened with excitement.

Ellie's hands were shaking as she found the clasp and zipper of Alena's dress. They began to tingle as her fingertips came into contact with Alena's cool dry skin while lowering the zipper until the dress became loose enough that it began slipping from her soft round hips. 

"Careful with the dress, it cost me a small fortune," Alena cautioned, as she ran a hand through Ellie's shiny black hair. A moment later, Alena blurted out, "Ellie, you are so beautiful ... I ...."

With a hammering heart, Ellie replied, "I know, thank you, Alena, you're so sweet too." She was still lowering Alena's dress and treating it as if it were made of Ming porcelain. 

Alena's black satin thong came into view; it too was vaguely transparent, certainly as seductive as Ellie's, and both women took a step back to admire the other's body. 

Alena had an ulterior motive as well, after all she reasoned, they were being observed and were expected to put on as realistic a performance as possible.

We may even give them more than they thought they'd get, she thought as her dress fell to the floor and Ellie sank to her knees and planted a kiss at the center of Alena's black satin thong.

"OOOHHH!" Alena gasped in surprise, before staggering two steps to the bed and falling upon it.

Ellie was stunned at her own actions but managed to absorb the faint musk emanating from Alena's pussy before she picked up Alena's dress, slowly rose up to her feet and carefully folded the dress and draped it over the solitary chair in the room. 

She turned around and saw Alena waiting for her, propped up against a pillow with her legs spread and knees bent. Alena's black leather heels were impressed into the sheets, and her stockings, black against her white skin, rose to mid-thigh and stopped the rose laced tops of them tight around her smooth flesh. Her sex was barely covered by her thong and as she kept her legs invitingly open, Ellie could see a wisp of fine red hair curling around the edges.

"Let me see all of you," Alena said in a husky voice that was unmistakably filled with desire for Ellie. She lay there, plucking at her right nipple; and as Ellie artfully began removing her panties, Alena's other hand sent a long, delicate finger to her black thong to rub along the moist slit hidden beneath it.

Both girls were holding their respective breaths until Ellie's sex was exposed and Alena's long finger reached out to touch her vagina. 

"Mmmm," Ellie hummed, excitedly as she started breathing again. A second later, Alena took a deep breath as she too remembered to breath.

Ellie glanced down and saw that her labia were swollen and dark with lust. Her clitoris was already poking out from under its hooded hideaway. 

"I think we're ready, Ellie, lean in and lick me, please," Alena croaked.

Ellie climbed onto the bed and knelt between Alena's splayed legs, wiped her mouth already wet with want and kissed Alena's pussy, before drawing back and closely examining it. Alena's clit was large, and she pulled up on her skin with her thumb, pulling it up and out like a tiny pink penis. Below that her vagina proper, with long full lips, compressed together in a soft undulating slit. Ellie carefully licked around Alena's clit at first, not touching it at all, just using the tip of her tongue as an artist of calligraphy might, scrawling 'I love you.' And meaning every letter as Alena began to writhe under Ellie's talented tongue.

Alena shuddered twice as Ellie blew a warm breath across her clit then wedged herself between Alena's legs, lifted them over her shoulders and lowered her head between Alena's thighs and began kissing the innermost flesh before slowly, tantalizingly moving to the wet folds of her entrance.

A scant second later she was sucking on Alena's cunt as if it were a ripe peach. And when she pushed her tongue inside, Alena jerked as if touched with a cattle prod.

Laughing, but making no apparent sound, Ellie changed course and directed her tongue to the other's stiffened clit. 

With her body still reverberating from Ellie's deft tongue touches, Alena moaned and became very animated, especially where her pelvis was involved, thrusting up to meet Ellie's mouth, and moaning again when it did.

Alena felt like she was suddenly floating in another dimension, for the sensations caused by Ellie's tongue on her clit had driven her wild. 

The room was filled with her grunts and moans although Alena never heard a thing; her hands were already in Ellie's hair, tugging hard while her thighs moved in small gyrations, somewhat like a butterfly's new wings. 

Ellie's own clit was throbbing, and she reached between her legs to touch herself and moaned loudly at the contact of her fingertip on her clitoris.

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Seated in the easy chair behind the one-way mirror, the fat oriental removed his penis from its strained confinement and slowly stroked it.

Next to him, Mr. Lee began disrobing, not bothering to look in on the two women now copulating with each other.

"The oriental one, what is she?" the fat man inquired as he continued stroking himself.

"I'm not sure, but my guess is Chinese-American."

"Your guess ..." the fat oriental said laconically.

"I can ask her," Mr. Lee said without any inflection to his voice.

"No, I was curious for a moment. I really don't care," the fat man said, leaning forward to get a better view of what Alena and Ellie were doing.

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Ellie sent two fingers into the warm, wet clasping folds of Alena's sex and Alena screamed with pleasure.

"Oh, you're so tight," Ellie cooed in a sultry tone. "You're gripping my fingers so ..." she hesitated then said, "must be practicing those kegels, huh, sweetie?'

"Mmmm, just for you, Ellie," Alena responded, "Just for you."

Ellie continued working her fingers until her knuckles were pressed against Alena's flesh. She could feel the small bumps and uneven flow of Alena's vaginal channel and curled her fingers, seeking that spongy pad that comprised the other's G-spot, found it when Alena gave a sharp cry and tried to close her thighs on Ellie's questing fingers.

"Gonna cum for me?" Ellie whispered.

"Mmm, soon ... very soon!" Alena answered breathlessly.

Ellie moved her mouth down, stiffened her tongue so that it could join her fingers, her own cunt was afire and she was rubbing her clit in a hard, tight circle with three fingers on her free hand. 

Ellie could hardly breathe.

Alena was sobbing with happiness from the lovely sensations Ellie's mouth and fingers were wringing out of her.

Ellie continued her fervent assault on Alena's cunt, rushing her tongue back and forth over Alena's clit, half sitting, while her own body shuddered in response to that of Alena, whose high pitched cries filled the room.

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"That's one serious cuntlapper," Mr. Lee dryly commented to Mr. Mr.

"It is a most serious performance. Usually the women fake most of it," Mr. Mr. agreed without so much as a glance at Lee.

"Yes," Lee agreed, and added, "or only one of them is into it, but with these two ...."

"I am hopeful the rest of the evening will prove as entertaining as the beginning," Mr.Mr. said as he continued masturbating.

"Will you want the treasured ointment now?" Lee inquired, noting Mr.Mr.'s tumescent swelling.

"Not just yet, my friend, not just yet," he replied, his eyes never leaving the two girls.

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"Ellie ... do you want me to ... do you?" Alena gasped.

"NO!" Ellie snapped as she strove to bring Alena off.

"I didn't ... OOOOOOHH!"

Ellie took great satisfaction in forcing that sound from her friend, and knew she was on the edge. Now to keep her there for as long as possible, she told herself.

Ellie took a moment to savor Alena's taste. It was strong, rich and tangy, like a wild fruit that was picked a day too early, not yet ripe but still a luscious delight for the senses. It had almost overpowered Ellie when she suddenly realized that Alena had thrust some fingers into her pussy.

The urge to leave off Alena was a powerful one, but Ellie knew her friend was almost there and continued tonguing and fingering her.

Alena came without any warning. It was as if a dam had burst within her. Her orgasm sprayed, literally, onto Ellie's face and a flood of juices ran across her tongue and fingers. 

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"My God, did you see that?" The fat man wheezed. 

Lee could only nod, for his eyes were riveted to the still climaxing, Alena.

"She's the wettest woman I've ever seen!" Mr.Mr. exclaimed letting go of his cock for the first time since the two women had begun their sexual performance.

"Yes," Lee agreed, and without taking his eyes from the two still going at it, added, "It reminds me of a sexual monsoon."

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Ellie was now lapping away furiously, quickly bringing on a second, and even more torrential outburst of fluids as Alena came again.

Only now Ellie was paying heed to her own needs, using her own fingers to replace Alena's which were now fluttering hopelessly in the air as the orgasm swept over her.

Ellie had two fingers in her cunt, her palm against her clitoris, humming with a pent up joy while she groaned into Alena's sodden sex and brought herself off.

A long and glorious moment later, Ellie lifted her face from between Alena's cunt and inhaled cool air into her aching lungs, ever mindful of what Alena was doing to her with her longish fingers.

Alena's wetness clung to Ellie's face, hair, neck and even her breasts. The two women lay trembling on the sweat-soaked sheets for a minute, and then Alena croaked, "My turn," and moved between Ellie's thighs.

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"I must say, so far I'm very impressed with Norris's selection," Mr.Mr. said. "He's usually found us capable women, but these two ... well, on the face of it, I'd say he's over-achieved himself." (The man referred to as Norris is none other than Eric; Alena's first and foremost client, and instructor.)

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"Make love to me, Alena," Ellie whispered as Alena was lifting her legs, setting them between her own totally exposing Ellie's to Alena as their bodies came together causing their pussies to touch. 

"Ohhhh!" Ellie moaned.

"What?"

"I ... I think your clit's trying to fuck me," Ellie giggled.

"Mmmm, that's the general idea, sweetie," Alena purred as Ellie's hard little clit rubbed against her swollen folds with every move either girl made. They entered into a sensual kiss that lasted several minutes as they continued grinding their pelvis's together.

"Mmmm, I'm gonna fuck you hard," Alena said, her voice dripping with lust. And then she renewed the grinding, forcing her clit, now about a half-inch in length into Ellie's vagina and sending a thrilling charge throughout Ellie's lithe form.

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Mr. Mr. was somewhat taken aback when Lee turned to him and almost touched the fat man with his prominent erection.

"It would be nice to have these two back again ... if possible, Mr.Mr."

"No! It is not possible!" he replied being careful not to come into contact with the other's erection.

Noticing his penis' position with respect to his superior, Mr. Lee took a step back.

Mr.Mr. acted as if nothing untoward had happened and continued talking, saying: "We stay with our rules, one time only, no matter how proficient they are. I'm just as tempted as you, but we must stay with our plan or face far greater risk."

"Yes Sir. I was only suggesting ...."

"I understand, Lee. I also agree that they are ... most proficient, however our own safety is involved in the rule and we will abide and that's all I have to say on the matter. Now is Chang here?" 

"Yes he is."

"Good, he will enjoy them, of that I'm sure."

"He always does, Mr.Mr."

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Both girls were reveling in the feel of the others wetness against them as they played bumper-to-bumper; and as they entered a long sensual kiss each felt a slight tickling sensation in their loins that added to their pleasure. It was not enough to bring them to an orgasm, but it was very pleasant just the same.

Eventually Alena stretched herself out in front of Ellie, who had a curious look on her face.

"Scoot back a little, she told Ellie, who complied, while smiling lovingly at her partner. "You're up to something, what is it?"

"I want to keep you focused on me and only me," Alena replied, "After what you did last night ... well I've got to try and reciprocate."

Alena repositioned Ellie so that her back was pressed into several pillows and then stretched out with her toes facing Ellie.

"Now ... spread yourself wider for me ... wider," Alena said, "Good. Now ... spread your pussy apart with your fingers, yes ... beautiful, just like that."

The two men's eyes widened as they looked on behind the mirror as Alena placed her foot, more specifically her toes at the opening of Ellie's vagina. Ellie's face lit up as she realized what Alena was about to do.

Giggling, Alena spread her toes and clasped Ellie's exposed clit between them and started rubbing, catching, releasing, and then catching her clit over and over between them.

Ellie gasped and crowed, "Oh, shit ... that's so fucking wicked!"

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"Do you see what she's doing?" Lee said never having witnessed anything like it before.

"There was a girl in Singapore, some years ago that fucked a guy up the ass with her entire foot, but I have to admit, these two are special and they've only begun performing for us."

Sensing that his companion wanted to say something, but was holding back, Mr.Mr. added, "I'm not reconsidering, Lee. They are special, but we are videoing everything, so there is that."

"It's not the same, Mr.Mr."

"But it's a great deal safer for us," Mr.Mr. replied.

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"Let's see how many you can get in there," Ellie giggled, and as she held herself open, Alena worked all five toes into the hot, moist confines of Ellie's cunt.

"Fuckin' awesome!" the Eurasian girl cried out as Alena's foot filled her vagina.

Once inside, Ellie closed her legs, trapping Alena's toes and then worked herself furiously on them, contracting her vaginal muscles over and over while milking the toes, essentially masturbating herself with Ellie's toes trapped inside her. 

Grinning lewdly and glancing at the two-way mirror, Alena added some movements of her own, fucking Ellie by pushing her foot back and forth against the other's crotch.

"DON'T STOP! PLEASE DON'T STOP!"

"Are you cumming?"

"YES! GOD, YES!"

Alena had a mini cum of her own as Ellie's pussy contracted on her toes almost like someone were shaking her hand, and just then Ellie announced the arrival of her release with a long shrill scream.

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"Should we send Chang in?"

"No, let's let them go on. They may have another treat for us," the corpulent, Mr.Mr. said, still stroking his engorged prick.

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"Alena," Ellie gasped as she recovered her breath, "Where the fuck did you learn that?"

"I have a vivid imagination," Alena giggled.

"You do, but I'll bet you had a teacher somewhere along the line."

"Okay, I had an uncle who taught me some specialties, when I came of age."

"I'd like to meet him," Ellie said, meaning it.

"That can be arranged ... for a finder's fee," Alena said with a wanton laugh.

"Hey," Alena chirped, they must want us to keep going. Why don't I play with your tits for a while?"

"Sounds like a plan. But remember, they are sensitive to the touch."

"I'm banking on that little fact, sweetie," and Alena took one in her hand, cupped it, then leaned in and covered the nipple with her lips and sucked.

"Mmmm," she moaned softly, "A bit salty," before leaning over to kiss and suck the other one. "Could it be my pussy juice?" Then Alena savaged her friend's puppies, licking, biting and squeezing them while Ellie laughed and moaned intermittently.

Five minutes later, Alena looked up at Ellie over her freshly smeared nipples, now wet and glistening from her saliva.

"Mmmm," Ellie said dreamily, "Is it my turn already?"

Both girls turned as the door opened ... and Lee walked in on them.

Alena reacted first, opening her thighs in invitation. Lee noted it and gave her a winning smile.

"Thank you, maybe later, Alena." Then from behind his back he produced a strap-on belt and two dildos and handed them to her. "Why not use this on each other?"

"Alright, but tell me something," Alena asked.

"Yes?"

"How many people are watching us from behind that mirror?"

"How many do you think?" It wasn't the first time a girl had asked that question.

"Two, possibly three," she answered quickly.

"Just two at the moment, but before the night is over it could be a dozen or more," he told her truthfully and started to leave.

Holding the dildos aloft, Alena called out to his back, "We'll try to put these to good advantage."

And Ellie added sarcastically, "Enjoy our show!"

Alena fitted the strap-on around her waist and using her hand, tried it out. Satisfied that it would work, she approached Ellie and gave her a wet kiss while rubbing the cockhead against Ellie's pussy lips. Then she sat down in the solitary chair and motioned Ellie to climb up and mount her.

Ellie anticipated the signal and straddled Alena's lap, impaling a third of the cock in her hungry cunt. There was just something about Ellie that was so demanding and confident that Alena was reminded of her earlier demands on her uncle.

Ellie found the action unnatural and raised herself off the chair and inch or two. That allowed her to get a pelvic thrust going and also forced the cock all the way in. 

She let Alena know it felt good with a soft moan as she rode the rubber cock. In turn, Alena's mouth closed over the Eurasian's sensitive nipple and bit lightly, sending a lightning bolt of tingles directly to Ellie's cunt.




Learning Curve Ch. 10



The hand that wasn't caressing her tit was doing so to the curves and cleft of her ass as she bounced and Ellie reveled in all of it, vowing silently to return the favor.

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Watching Alena ride his strap-on rubber cock was getting to Mr.Mr. He was forced to reach out to the stand beside his chair and pick up the special ointment that prevented his ejaculating for thirty minutes at a time. He would be using it repeatedly throughout the evening; for at his age he could only manage one serious fuck a day. But the ointment, which cost him $45,000 a tube, allowed him to fuck for longer periods than anyone else at the orgy, and he used it sparingly, and didn't offer to share it with anyone else.

Lee and Mr.Mr. looked on excitedly as Ellie began riding the rubber pole at a furious pace, seeking another orgasm, letting the dildo slip almost completely out before dropping down and fully impaling it inside her again.

"We may need to get a stronger chair next time," Lee said in a low, rasping voice.

"I seriously doubt we'll ever see the likes of these two again," Mr.Mr. opined, but as to your statement, yes, we should acquire a larger and much stronger chair."

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Ellie screamed -- "CUMMING!"

"Yes, cum for me baby!" Alena cried and grunted as Ellie dropped down hard then shuddered violently before appearing to let her entire body go slack and sag before collapsing upon Alena's and almost toppled the chair.

Alena cuddled Ellie's head in her hands as Ellie came down from her satisfying climax. Eventually Ellie sighed and in the lowest of voices whispered, "Now I do you, sweetie.

A minute or so later, she was standing and donning the strap-on that Alena had handed her. 

"Use the other one for sanitary reasons, sweetie," Alena told her Eurasian lover.

"Oh, but it's smaller, much smaller!" Ellie groaned. "You'll hardly feel it."

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Just then two more men entered the room and joined Mr.Mr. and Lee.

"Sit down, sit down!" Mr.Mr. said enthusiastically. "We've quite a performance going on. These two are extraordinary."

"Really?" the taller of the two, a lean but trim Chinese man remarked as he took the chair next to Mr.Mr., ignoring the fact that he was playing with his cock as he welcomed them.

Lee couldn't resist telling them what they'd missed out on, and when he finished, the other man, half Russian, half Mongolian had to repeat part of what he'd heard, "They've already fucked themselves by rubbing their cunt's against each other, and then one toe fucked the other?"

"And they did it with an elegant style," Mr.Mr. added.

"Hmmm, sorry I missed it," the half Russian, half Mongolian, said quietly. He was certain the girls might hear his voice through the two-way mirror if he spoke in normal tones. It wasn't the case, but he believed what he believed and that was enough for him.

"Has Chang made an appearance?" the taller man inquired.

"No, we're letting them do their thing, and so far it's been most enlightening," Mr.Mr. replied. "Most enlightening."

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"If it's that small, use it anally," Alena told Ellie while she was strapping the device around her tiny waist and then fitted the much thinner dildo into place.

"You sure?"

"I do anal often enough that it shouldn't be bothersome," Alena laughed. "And from the ridges on that thing I should really enjoy what you're gonna do to me."

"The chair or the bed?" Ellie inquired.

"The bed, I can raise my ass up or down as the case may be. You can pick any angle you want, just wait for me to tell you its okay."

Alena pushed her face into a fluffy pillow and raised her rump. Ellie nudged Alena's ass down about two inches and placed the head of the rubber cock at Alena's asshole.

Wanting to help, Alena reached back and spread her cheeks apart, opening her anus slightly. Ellie, having experienced a few ass fucks of her own, wet a finger and slipped it into her friend's ass.

"Mmmm, feels okay," Alena said, although her voice was muffled somewhat by the pillow.

"Here we go," Ellie chirped and pushed the intrusive dildo an inch into Alena's anus.

Alena wiggled her ass, and grunted, "Keep going!"

"Am I hurting you?" Ellie asked, not wanting to do so.

"No, I'm fine. Keep going!"

The dildo had gone in about two inches and seemed to be stuck. Ellie pulled back, dragging a ridge back across Alena's anal sphincter. 

"AHHHHHH!" Alena gasped, for it felt like her rectum was being torn apart.

.Ellie gave another shove and sent the thin, but ridged ass-fucker in to about four inches and stopped, dragged it back and inch and then forced it forward another three. 

"Can you take more?" Ellie asked softly while squeezing Alena's hips, her hands holding Alena steady.

"Yes." Alena breathed it into the pillow. "Yeah, go on give me some more."

Ellie backed up then moved inward again, perhaps gaining another inch.

"Wait, wait!"

"Does it hurt?" Ellie asked with concern. 

Panting with effort, Alena rasped, "Not so much ... I just ... I have to get used to feeling it. I ... I had one in there last night and thought ... it would be easy."

"But it isn't," Ellie said, finishing the sentence for her.

Ellie rocked her hips. "Ready?"

"Yeah," Alena pressed back against Ellie, aching to feel the saddle of her hips against her ass. "Come on, that's it. Is there more? Yeahhhh, come on ... I can take it, baby.

"Okay," Ellie replied, and went to work, backing up and plunging forward until Alena was moaning with a combination of agony and lust.

"Jesus," Alena gasped, "How long is that fuckin' thing?"

"Maybe nine or ten inches," Ellie answered.

"See if you can get the whole thing up in there, okay?"

Ellie moaned as she sank into Alena's flesh, and this time found herself buried to the hilt. 

"Both Alena and Ellie were filled with wonder. "Oh, my God!"

"Now I'm, gonna fuck your ass," Ellie crowed happily. The glee in her voice sent a shiver through Alena.

"Don't go crazy now," she cautioned her Eurasian friend, as Alena realized the fucking still lay ahead.

The delicate flesh around her anus flowered open as Ellie began easing almost all the way out of her. Now Alena could feel the tip of the rubber cock and the first of the deep ridges that she had thought impossible to penetrate her beginning to wend its way back into her deepest recesses.

"Slowwwww!" Alena's thighs were shaking. "Ohhhh, Ellie, please, please, please!"

Ellie proceeded at a snail's pace and suddenly Alena felt a surge of relief, for there was no longer any undue pressure within her anus.

"I think ...."

But Ellie had felt it too, and was already starting to fuck her friend with an urgency neither had felt before. "Ohhh, Alena sweetie, your ass is soooo fuckin' tight!"

And in an almost childish voice, Alena moaned, "Do you really like it? Do you like fucking my backdoor?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Ellie groaned as she drove the rubber cock into her friend at an even faster pace, loving the feel of doing this previously nasty, abhorrent thing as Alena's grunts and groans of satisfaction helped carry her toward and orgasm from the tail end of the dildo as it kept rubbing against her clit.

Alena's hand had crept between her thighs and with fingers wet with her juices; she rubbed her clit frantically while urging Ellie to go faster, "Harder, please fuck me harder!"

Ellie did, her fingers used the bones of Alena's pelvis like hand grips, pulling Alena back to her again and again. 

Alena loved the feel of Ellie's wild abandon as she rammed the dildo into her with such unbelievable force that left the both of them panting and moaning. 

No longer rational as her orgasm rolled over her, Alena began calling out for Ellie to cum inside her as Ellie just behind her also headed toward an ecstatic finish line. Alena's knees collapsed as Ellie sent one last plunge into her ass, all of her weight behind the thrust. Her whole body shuddered against Alena's length as both women spewed their respective cum fluids onto the sheets.

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"Well," said Mr.Mr. to the others. "Was that a fantastic performance or not?"

Everyone agreed that the women had put on a wonderful show. The half Russian, half Mongolian said that he'd wished he'd been there from the beginning. 

"Yes, then libations anyone?" Lee inquired; reminding them all that it was time for the women to shower so as to refresh themselves for Chang and his friends.

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Alena and Ellie hardly understood that they were to shower so as to be ready for the next portion of their evening. But both girls docilely followed Lee into an adjacent room with a large bathroom and gorgeously tiled shower large enough for six.

"Look," Ellie said in wonder, "Eight different showerheads!"

"Left to ourselves we might manage to have ourselves even more fun in here," Alena laughed, then goosed her friend, who shrieked in surprise.

To be continued...