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Magic Fingers Ch. 01

By: Old_Blue



Bridgette La Flume, is the only woman I have ever known who can use a fluent stream of profanity and make it sound like it was coming from the lips of an angel.

Make no mistake, Bridgette is no angel.

With a heavy aristocratic French accent, she was in full cry again, "John, John, make me come, I need to shoot from my pussy again. Fuck my hot, horny cunt hard and make my pussy sing."

My arm was beginning to feel like lead as I thrust my tired fingers back in her. She had squirted five times already and was in full cry for more, as I began to grant her wish.

Mrs. La Flume, is in her 40's now and a top writer for several European, women magazines. In her youth she had been a very successful professional tennis player, possessing a beautiful lithe body, making her the desire of many wealthy and powerful men.

After retiring from the circuit, her fame had gotten her a job, as a fashion reporter. Her gutsy tenacity and a razor sharp pen allowed her to climb to the top of her profession, on the body parts of people and businesses that she had carved up.

I had once been told by a Scandinavian friend, "Bridgette liked to have sex with her pen."

At first, I took that to mean that she had a proclivity for a particularly unusual sex act.

Despite my remarks, Bridgette and I have an understanding of each other and with, Mrs. La Flume, that's as good as it gets. After all, it was she, who dubbed me with the title of, "Americas Most Sexually Sought After Male."

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As I look back, I didn't plan my life to be like this. I had always wanted to have my own business and make good money. However, in a million years, I never would have dreamt, I'd make this much money this way.

I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start with a brief biography. That should give you an idea of who I am, or rather who I was, and you'll understand, exactly how unlikely it was, that I would ever be given any title, with the word "Sexual" in it. 

My name is, John Drake. No relation to Sir Francis, though, my lust for exploring a new frontier, may have equaled his. 

In High School, I was what the teachers called, an underachiever. "If John would only apply himself," they would say. 

My parents called it laziness. The truth is, I was bored in school. Nothing there peaked my interest. That is, if you don't count girls.

Unfortunately, that was a one sided interest.

I dated infrequently, not being one of those, "popular guys," girls would just die to have a date with. As a result my sexual experiences were limited, to what I would call, self expressionism.

Upon graduating from High School, I had no clue as to what I was going to do with the rest of my life.

I was offered a choice by my father. "Either you go to a technical school and learn to be an auto mechanic; or, I'll take you down to the naval recruiter, to enlist." 

I had no desire to be a mechanic like him, and I didn't wait for him to give me that ride. I got a lift to the recruiters office, in San Diego, from a school friend.

Big Al, as he was called in school, was a second string tackle on the Pine Valley football team. Not the sharpest tool in the shed, but a good old boy if there ever was one, with an infectious booming laugh that made you want to join in.

During the sixty mile trip to San Diego, we talked about, how we were going to be shipmates, see the world and get laid in every port.

He told me, that he wanted to be a gunner on a destroyer, just like his Dad, when he was in the Navy, back in the early 70's. 

When we got there, the recruiter was great. He asked me what I wanted to do in the Navy. So, I told him, "I'd like to serve on a big destroyer as a gunner, in one of those big long guns."

The recruiter looked me square in the eyes and said, "Son, with your qualifications, where else could they put you." He smiled, as he slid the enlistment papers over for me to sign.

Three and a half months later, I found out where else the Navy could and did put me.

I was OJT (on the job training) as a mechanic, not on a destroyer, or any ship for that matter. I was sent to the motor pool at Lake Mead Naval Base.

First of all, who knew that the Navy even had trucks. Secondly, Lake Mead Naval Base is three hundred miles, due East of the Pacific Ocean and seventy miles to the closest body of water, of any kind. That being Lake Mead itself. Most guys, get transferred around in the military, that is, except for me. 

Four years at the same duty station. If there ever was a guy that could fall into a bucket of tits and come up sucking his thumb, it was me. I was sure of it. 

If you're wondering about Big Al. They assigned him to an aircraft carrier, as a flight deck crew chief, probably because his voice could be heard above the roar of any jet engine.

Oh yeah, I did get laid on occasion. It's hard to work that close to Las Vegas and not get laid on a regular basis. So, to be honest, it wasn't that bad of a duty station.

I did not re-enlist after my hitch was up. Instead, I went home and my Dad, got me a job as a diesel mechanic, at a trucking company. "C&R Transport", better known to its employees as "Crash and Roll Transport." 

After four years of independence, I was not about to move back in with my parents, only to find my Mom, going through my things and my Dad, coming up with chores for me to do.

So, I got myself a two bedroom apartment, or "Bachelor Pad," as I preferred to call it. Eight hundred and seventy bucks a month, at the Taylor Arms. Not bad, for a just out of the Navy, twenty two year old. 

I furnished the place, in accordance to every horny young mans dreams. King size bed, nice stereo equipment, big screen TV, lazy boy sofa and even some book cases and a kitchen table.

I also bought a few pots and pans, thinking, some good looking chick would want to cook breakfast for me. 

I was considerate enough to buy several extra toothbrushes and a skimpy black lace bathrobe.

Yup, I was ready for the women.

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Shortly, after starting work on commercial trucks, I could see, that I was working on the wrong side of the truck. 

Mostly, I saw the truckers that showered once a month, weather they needed it or not.

These are the guys that always complain about everything. They have no money, because they piss it away at Titty Bars or on lot lizards. (For the uninformed, these are the ladies that ply their trade at truck stops. Most have no teeth, a bad drug habit and a severe case of crotch crickets.) 

However, there were some drivers that you seldom saw. Most owned their own rigs. They were the ones I wanted to emulate. 

They seldom talked about how much money they were making. They were always clean and their bellies or the crack of their asses were never showing. (I did learn from one of the girls in payroll, that most of the good drivers were making over a hundred and fifty thousand a year and that Old Fred, had four trucks and made over half a million.)

That clinched it for me. I started taking classes at the community college, nights and weekends to get my CDL (commercial drivers license), a six month course. 

It was during this time that I met Alice, at the, "Double D Coffee Shop", where she worked.

She always had a bright and cheery smile. That was probably the fifth thing that you noticed about her.

First item to pop up, was her breasts. The second, was the way they stood out against her white polyester blouse. Third, was her cleavage, and forth, was her ass, that was shoehorned into black spandex pants.

I stopped in every day, for my morning coffee and again at lunch. I did this for three weeks, before I worked up the nerve to ask her out for dinner and a movie of her choice.

The following Friday night, we were sitting in Outback Steakhouse. Enjoying each others company. We talked about work and what we wanted out of life, over a couple of beers and steaks. She was easy to talk to and fun to be with. 

She told me how her tips would go up if she showed a lot of cleavage, and about the day that she pulled a breast up to where part of her nipple was showing. She made over a hundred and twenty dollars in tips, before the owners wife caught her and threatened to fire her if she ever saw her do that again.

I could believe her story was true. I had, on more than one occasion, given her a big tip, just because she leaned way over in front of me and gave me a good look at her bulging breasts.

We never did go to the movies, as she asked to see my apartment. I was happy to oblige. 

Alice, was a five foot six inch, blonde bundle of unrefined sex, far from timid. No sooner had the door shut, she turned to face me. Our eyes locked and we kissed. Softly at first, never breaking contact as the intensity of the kiss increased and our tongues began to intertwine. 

She pulled my hand from her back and brought it up to her breast. I could feel her nipple, pushing out against the thick material of her tube top. Her hand went to my crotch and she began to stroke my prick thru my pants.

I was horny even before we walked thru the door. Now, five minutes later, my prick was weeping and I had a large wet spot. At this point, all I really wanted to do, was slide into her and come.

I broke our kiss and move my head down so I could suckle her breast. 

As I began to move her top down, so I could get to a nipple, she pulled it completely down to her belly. Now, giving me total access to both soft fleshy globes. I began to reconsider the immediacy of my need to come, now that I had these luscious tits to squeeze, and suck on. 

She had the greatest tits. In our three year relationship, I never did ask her bra size. I'd guess her cup size was somewhere between BIG and REALLY BIG. I'm talking the kind of tits that you could start playing with and almost forget about wanting to slide your dick into her pussy; almost. 

Even to this day, as I reminisce about her, my first visual image is of her big milk white breasts with large light brown areolas and rose pink nipples the size of a dime. They reminded me of small strawberries.

Alice was one of those women you could call big boned. She wasn't fat, but she wasn't muscular either. She was, soft in all the right places. 

That night, was a frenzy of sexual excitement. We stripped each other , fondling, kissing and sucking on every newly exposed segment of flesh, while working our way back to my king size bed.

I found that Alice was a real blonde. Her pubic mound was only sparsely covered with soft, very fine hair. She had plump lips and I think she got as much satisfaction out of me sucking on them as she did when I'd suck on her clit.

She was beginning to shudder when she stopped me from making her come. 

With sexual excitement in her voice, she said, "I want our first time to last. I want this to be a memory, one we will both remember for the rest of our lives."

She had me lay on my back and she climbed on top of me. As she guided my prick into her, I thought I was going to come. I felt her sliding down my shaft, so slowly, but that sensation of pleasure was not quite enough to take me over the brink. 

Now that she was nestled all the way down, she didn't move again. She just sat there, not even a twitch from the muscles in her cunt. 

All I could feel was the wet warmth wrapped around my dick. We both stayed motionless, our minds being consumed by the anticipation of pleasure yet to come.

With a sudden lurch, Alice slid forward off my prick. She jiggled a breast in front of my lips as I involuntarily thrust my hips up, trying to regain entry into her.

I sucked her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard on it, trying to punish her for not letting me come.

That was when I heard her say, "Bite my nipple, go on, bite it."

I was shocked and surprised to here these words, but I did as she asked. I gave a light nip with my teeth. Only to hear, "No, bite it harder."

I was reluctant to cause her pain, so I increased the pressure of the bite only a little to hear her demand, "Harder!"

She screamed a short cry of real pain. 

I stopped the bite, releasing her nipple and with no little fright asked, "Are you ok?"

"Oh yeah," she said, breathing with relief. "I needed that or I would have come."

With that she got off me. My desire to come, momentarily forgotten, until her lips slid around my dick and I felt her tongue teasing the top slit of it. She next slid her lips down the under side and without warning, took a hard nip on the sensitive area. 

I shot up into a sitting position, removing the threat of any more possible damage, to my precious. 

"Yow," I yelped. I saw teeth marks on my dick. "What was that," I asked? 

"Now, you don't feel like you have to come either. Do you!" 

Before I could answer, she had my softening dick between her breasts and the thought of the bite was forgotten.

Once I was fully hard again, she swung around, planting her cunt over my face. She began to run her tongue up and around my dick as I pulled her ass down so I could penetrate her with my tongue.

It wasn't long before I couldn't concentrate on tongue fucking her any more, I needed to come. Pulling my mouth away from her, and in a shaky voice said, "No more biting! I need to come now!"

Without a word, she turned, and began wiggling over my prick, working the head in before she began a frantic series of thrusts and heaves. 

She was riding my prick, working it, as she pushed down hard, trying to get as much of me in her as she could. She was kneading her breasts, and pulling out hard on her nipples.

Even if she hadn't been riding my dick, I could have come, by just watching her play with her tits.

Our orgasms arrived only seconds apart from each other. 

I felt the throb and squeeze of all the muscles in her cunt as she cried out, her thoughts. "Empty your balls in me. Fill me full of your cum. Don't let me stop coming. FUCK ME," She screamed! 

I'm not sure if it was the feel of her demanding cunt or if it were her words that drove me into a climax that had my body spasm under her.

As she cried her final release, she collapsed into my arms. The feel of her hard tormented nipples pressing against me.

We screwed each others brains out again that night and every night for the rest of that week. By the following weekend, she had moved in with me. I honestly felt life couldn't get much better.

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Six months passed and I aced my CDL written exam and road test. The very next day I went up to Mr. Rayford Crest, the owner of C&R Transport, showed him my new license and asked about leaving my mechanics job for a job as a company driver.

Ray, as I was later to call him, was a tall and very thin man, with a gaunt face. We used to joke in the shop that his wife had to chase him around in the shower every morning, so he could get wet. He was, in simple terms, a good man, with morals and a code of conduct and ethics that you seldom find today. 

He looked down at me for a long moment and said, "Fine, go climb in that big Volvo condo (for the non-trucker out there, a "condo" is one of those big trucks, 13'6" high, with two beds and usually has everything in it, including the kitchen sink.) and hook up to that second fifty two foot trailer. 

I got the job as a local company driver, making thirty six cents a mile.

I know, it doesn't sound like much, but multiply that by five hundred miles a day and you get nine hundred dollars a week. To a twenty three year old, that's a lot of money.

When I went home and told Alice, she was really excited and suggested we go out and celebrate. We did just that.

The problem was, Alice saw my new job, not as a reason to celebrate, but as a means of celebrating, every night. Sure, the sex was great and it clouded my vision of saving, so I could buy my own truck and double my income.

After blowing five hundred dollars in a local casino, I was snapped back into reality. I pulled the reins in on our spending, and started saving most all of the money I made. It put a big crimp in our previous life style, much to Alice's displeasure, but she never really complained.

Seven months later, I bought my first truck, a three year old Freightliner Classic with only three hundred and eighty thousand miles on it. (Again, to the non trucking population, 380,000 miles is not a lot. There are trucks still going strong after 1 million miles.) Alice and I christened the truck that night and you could still smell the odor of hot sex for the next three days.

I was now doing Regional Runs, up and down California to Washington, and east to Arizona, Nevada and Utah. I was covering up to thirty two hundred miles a week, and home on weekends. 

Occasionally, Alice would take a few days off and go with me.

On her first trip out, she fell in love with the truck. It started when she went to stand up to get a cold drink from the refrigerator. The inside of her leg brushed up against the top of the gear shift. She felt it vibrating, so she bent her knees until the top of the shift was at the crotch of her jeans. Two minutes later, her jeans were off.

Over the next twenty miles, the truck was filled with moans and cries of pleasure. Pussy juice was dripping down the head of the shift. Her knuckles were white as she braced herself with her hands, holding onto the front dash

With one last gasp, her legs gave out. She managed to slide off the shift and found herself in the precarious position of being wedged between the two seats, without enough strength to get up. 

I had to pull off the interstate and help her back to the bunk. By now, I was so horny from watching her, I couldn't drop my pants fast enough.

As I began to climbed between her legs, she started to panic, "No, please, no. Not my pussy, it would kill me. I want to feel you in my ass. Yes, do it. Let me lay on my side and you can fuck my ass."

She rolled to her side. Her crack and the inside of her legs were slick and with her own lubricant. Without much effort my dick penetrated her.

As I slid deeper inside her, I could still feel her pussy, going thru after shocks of her orgasms. The vibrations of them felt incredible against my prick.

I began thrusting into her, headed for my own relief, when I heard her.

"Oh, Fuck. I'm going to come, Oh, Fuck!"

Her voice had an edge of fear in it, as if this was an orgasm that she would rather not have.

I felt two fingers being pushed into her tortured cunt. That was enough to make me thrust and push hard into her ass, as my dick pulsed cum into her.

Alice groaned her way thru her orgasm and even before it ended, she was pleading with me, thru panicked short breaths, "Don't, move. Please don't move."

We lay there, spooned together. When I felt her breathing return to normal, I slowly pulled out of her ass.

When I looked at her, she was asleep.

That episode was all it took, she was hooked. From that time on, when ever we would hit open road, she'd drop her jeans, pull her panties off and ride the shift for orgasm heaven. She got so good at it, she could give me a blow job while pushing her cunt against the vibrating shift, and I could play with her tits as we drove down the interstate. Ah, the things you can do in a big truck. 

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Almost ten months later, I had the chance to buy two fairly new International trucks with flat bed trailers for the bargain price of one hundred and eighty thousand. I didn't have 180K, so I went to Mr. Rayford Crest and told him about this great deal. 

I had hoped that he would want one of the trucks and loan me 50 thousand so I could buy the other. We talked and he asked me, where I saw myself going. I naively told him my dream of owning a big trucking company some day.

I can remember his exact words to me. "OK, John, I will help you start your trucking company, but you must give me your word that you will follow my advise and I expect you to honor your word." 


Magic Fingers Ch. 01



My response, as I look back, was rather dumb. "Well, a yeah, of course." was the best I could do. 

I left Ray's office with a large check, a list of things I had to do and the contact names of people at three businesses, that were looking for a reliable freight company.

Ray never asked me to sign anything, this was a true handshake deal. However before leaving his office, he did admonish me, "John, don't ever do what I have just done. Always, always, get it in writing and have an attorney look at it."

So I don't forget to mention it, Yes, I paid Ray back the money he loaned me. He refused to accept any interest, saying, "At my age, it gives me hope, that the old ways aren't dead. It also gives me a glad and happy feeling, to see a man live up to his word."

This now brings me to the point where I believe, you the reader have a fair idea of my life and my personality.

I personally view myself as an average guy, with big hopes and big fears about his abilities to reach his dreams. 

Honesty does compel me to mention a few other moments of my life, that I may have glossed over. Like the time when, on a dare, I chained the rear axel of Mr. Petski's small pickup to a fire hydrant. That morning, when he roared off to work, he snapped the hydrant and yanked the rear end out from his pickup. (after all Mr. Petski was a really a mean SOB). Then there was the weekend at C&R Transportation, when I cheated on Alice, with a pregnant secretary. She was crying, because her husband refused to fuck her, now that she was so far along. It seemed the right thing to do at the time, just to strip her down, lay her on the desk and fulfill her wishes, while squeezing milk from her teats, to see how far it would squirt.

And, I guess there may be one, two other things that I refuse to remember, because I am not particularly proud of having done any of them.

All of this said, now brings me to the point or juncture where my life started to change.

I now had three trucks, hauling freight from San Diego to Houston, picking up in Houston, delivering to Atlanta and picking up just out side Atlanta and delivering back to San Diego. It was the perfect route for my start up business.

I was making good money and I paid my two other drivers, above what other companies would have paid, because they were both reliable and safe drivers and I had no desire to loose them. 

"Yes, life was good." I felt secure in what I had, as I drove down the road.



Magic Fingers Ch. 02



Yes, life was good.

I was on my way back from Atlanta, when I started to think about Alice.

I couldn't think about her, unless I thought about her tits, and sex. The next thing I knew, I was pulling into the parking lot of one of the many adult video stores along the interstate. 

I bought two new videos, on sale and figured, I might as well call it a day and park here for the night and watch one of the videos, then I'd call Alice and we could have phone sex. Yeah, that sounded good to me. Two hours of a dirty movie and a half hour of dirty phone sex and I'd be ready for a good night sleep.

As it turned out, I never did call Alice. The DVD that I got wasn't what I thought it would be. This was more of a tutorial on how to get a woman to have a female ejaculation or, "Squirt," as they called it. 

For some reason, watching this guy stick his fingers into a woman's pussy, have her writhe in pleasure and suddenly have an orgasm. One where she shot a stream, several feet out of her. Not only did it turn me on, it really got me interested and thinking. 

Was this really possible. Could a woman have an orgasm that strong and squirt a liquid, supposedly not pee, out of her? Could she have an ejaculating climax, just like a man. Only in larger quantities and shoot further, lots further than a man could, or was this just a bunch of porn hype. 

Personally, I had never seen it happen, but then, I have not had a lot of different partners, so, I guess it might actually be possible. Time to check this out, I thought.

I grabbed my lap top, wifi card and hit the internet. Two hours later and blurry eyed, from looking at pictures, reading material and stories, I felt I was beginning to understand that, yes, women could ejaculate. I was still left with more questions than real answers. Answers that I wasn't going to get in one night.

Over the rest of that week, I devoted all my non-driving time to looking up information on the internet about female ejaculation.

There was over two hundred thousand hits on Google. Most of them, I came to find, were so ridiculous, that it is easy to see why people have overlooked or scoffed at this area of female sexuality. 

When I did come across sites that seemed to have credibility, the "How To" information and explanations, why women could ejaculate, seemed tainted, either because of the writers agenda, or they were trying to sell something.

In my gut, I felt I was on to something important, at least important in the area of sex, and let's not sell that short. 

So it was that I began my journey, in search of specific knowledge.

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I arrived home late Friday night. That Saturday morning, I talked to Alice and she scoffed at the idea that women could ejaculate. I then put the DVD in the player and we watched the how to video. It didn't convince her, but it did get us hot and even before the video ended we were naked on the floor, my dick buried in her pussy, not thrusting into her, just keeping it pressed deep in her as I happily sucked on one nipple while I played with the other breast and listened to Alice sigh and moan over my ministrations.

Alice, as I mentioned, was not timid and had no problem telling me what she wanted, this morning was no exception.

"John, fuck me. Make me come first and then, when you're going to come, let me suck you. I want to taste us both."

Just hearing her request was enough to motivate me into action.

I wanted her to be really wet. When I was done with her, she would have no trouble finding her own separate taste. I began to rub her pussy lips against her clit by pinching them together and pulling them back and forth, making her come. I could feel the contractions in her as she raised her hips, pushing against me.

I didn't stop masturbating her, as she put her hand on top of mine, in an effort to stop me. I kept the motion up, even as she began to cry the complaint that it was to sensitive.

She squirmed, trying to move away from the intense sensation, until the beginning tingle of pending orgasm reached her. The new urge, caused her to begin thrusting, in an effort to get more, to get over the edge and come. 

With a high pitch, yeee, yesss, she came. Her breathing was irregular as she tried to take in more air. Her hips dropped and there was a relaxation in her muscles.

I brought my wet fingers to her lips and let her taste her cum, as I moved between her legs. My other hand sliding my dick between her outer lips, coating my dick from its tip to my balls with the lube from her dripping cunt.

Once she had licked her wetness off my fingers, I aimed my prick and thrust into her, making sure I was pounding against her over stimulated clit.

Sharp intakes of air on each thrust told me I was doing a good job, good enough to coax a third orgasm out of her before pulling my dick out and getting it into her waiting mouth, just as I began to cry, "Oh yeah, suck, Suck It!"

I exploded with only the head of my prick between her lips. The sudden gush of cum caused her to open her mouth for air.

My cum began to run out from between her lips, down her cheek and chin, down the shaft of my prick.

She quickly closed her lips, sliding my cock deeper into her mouth. As my throbs subsided, she sucked, licked and swallowed the last remaining drops of both our orgasms. It was an incredible rush, knowing she was sucking and savoring the taste of our hot mingled fluids.

We were both spent, for the moment and moved to the sofa where we lay. Her head on my chest as we watched TV and I played with her tits.

Later that night, when we went to bed, I asked if I could just look at her pussy and feel inside it. I wanted to see if I could find the spongy spot that was supposed to be there. 

Alice said, "I don't care if you make me cum again, so long as you don't touch my clit, it's so sore now, I can hardly walk."

I slide two fingers into her and instead of pumping away, like I usually did. I started to slowly feel my way around. I tried to make a mentally record of what I felt in her and where inside her I felt it. It wasn't the round hole, I had always thought of it as. I also started to notice even her smallest reactions to everything. I found it fascinating and exhilarating at the same time. 

Alice was laying there on the bed, legs spread, a slight arch in her back. Her eyes were closed and her arms crossed her breasts, squeezing them together. Her breathing was slow, as if she were concentrating on every little nerve ending. 

I felt the individual muscles of her vaginal wall, and as I pushed against them they seemed to push back or contract and then become slack. Next the pads of my fingertips came in contact with a small bump, at least that was how I envisioned it. At the very first touch, Alice's body gave a small jerk, as her every muscle seemed to suddenly tense and then untense, if there is such a word.

Shit, my mind shouted, that must be her G Spot and a thrill of success washed over me. 

My so-called scientific study of her vagina was now forgotten, over ridden by the sudden rush of blood to my dick and the desire to make her cum.

I started to push against it with my finger tips and as I did, her legs snapped together, her knees came up and her back arched high, clamping my hand in place. After only a moment of panic on my part, seeing that my hand had not been snapped off and that I still had control of at least the two fingers that were inside her. I began to push and rub my fingers over this spot. Alice squirmed and began a mantra, "I'm going to come, I'm going to come!" Followed by severe thrashing of her body.

Once again, I had a quick bout of panic as she clamped down even harder on my hand, twisting and my wrist moved to angles it was not meant to. 

Devoted to her pleasure as I was. I kept rubbing and pushing on that very same spot. The truth be known, I really wanted to see how much I could make her come, because, this was the most wild orgasm I had ever seen her have.

Her first orgasm must not have completely faded, because she was still thrashing when she yelled, "Shit, I'm Cumming again." Her eyes were wide open and had a wild feral look in them. 

I kept playing with that one spot and she kept coming. Her pussy was now so wet from her juices that I had to push my hand against her to keep it from sliding out and she was still coming. 

Finely, with a chocking groan, her muscles just seemed to give out and she collapsed. Her eyes closed and her entire body seemed unresponsive, except for the nonstop trembling.

Let me tell you, that scared the shit out of me. What had I done to her. I covered her with a sheet, started rubbing her shoulders and was desperately calling her name. When her eyes finally opened and she looked at me, a weak smile came to her face, flushed as it was.

"Oh, that was wonderful," she said in a tired quiet voice. "I must have come more times than I had in the past year." 

Hearing this, brought sudden relief to me and a renewed hard on. Alice must have felt it on her side and looked down, then back up at me and said, "Give me a minute and I'll show you how much I appreciate what you did for me."

Alice was as good as her word, rubbing my cock between those beautiful tits of hers, then letting me bend her over the bed and fuck her ass, not one of her favorite positions, but one of mine.

We slept like babes that night and Sunday morning we went out and had a late breakfast. I told Alice, I wanted to go to the book store. Alice, not big on books, wanted to be dropped off at SafeWay. She said, she needed a few things and she would call her friend and told me that they would probably go to the Mall and not be home until late. 

I told her, I had to leave with a load to Houston around 3:00 pm. and she said she would probably still be at the mall. 

I dropped her off in front of SafeWay, kissed her good by and drove to Barnes & Nobel.

I was surprised to see over a dozen different books about the G Spot and Female Ejaculation. I bought two of them and headed home. Alice was still out with her girl friend, so there was no reason for me to just hang around the apartment. I got my cloths and headed to the truck.

It wasn't even noon yet, so I had lots of time to kill. I opened one of the books and began to read. By the end of three hours, that seemed to pass in a flash, I was getting a better understanding of why Alice had that tremendous session of ongoing orgasms. I began to wonder if all that juice from her cunt was more than just lube from being turned on.

I couldn't explain my fascination with female ejaculation and now the G spot, but I could feel it quickly turning into an obsession.

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By the time I got the load off in Houston and got reloaded to go to Atlanta, I had consumed both books. I couldn't wait to get back to Alice to practice what I had learned. 

I didn't get to leave Houston until late, so I stopped at the first rest area just outside the city limits, I called Alice just like I did every night, except tonight we couldn't talk long, as she had to go with her friend to one of those cook wear parties.

I laid back in my bunk and let my mind be consumed by all the things I had read, on how to make a woman have an ejaculation. 

A knock on the truck door brought me out of my meditations. "Shit." I said, loud enough for the person outside to hear me. 

I knew by past experience that it was either another trucker who needed help, and that wasn't likely, a trucker would knock loudly and holler out, even before you got to the window. No, this was no trucker in need of help. The telltale dainty tap, could only be a lot lizard or a woman looking for a hand out.

The lot lizards, I had no compassion for, but the hand outs were different. I was a sucker for a sob-story. I knew, some where on my truck was a big sign that read, "this guy will hand over money for any sob-story."

Sure enough, there she was, a tall skinny brunette with shoulder length hair, red puffy eyes and she was rubbing her left arm. She was probably in her mid to late twenties, but she looked to be warn down by life and appeared much older. 

I rolled my window down, expecting to hear, "I just ran out of gas and my Mom's on her death bed and I only need ten dollars for gas so I can get there." I fully expected to reach into my wallet and hand over the ten.

What I got, between sobs, was, "I need, seventy dollars, for my boys medicine. Sob... Please, I'll give you a blow job or even let you fuck me."

Her voice trailed off and there were more tears before she found the courage to continue.

"I need the money," sniffle. "The other guy said he'd pay me for a blow job but after I did it for him, he grabbed me by the arm and threw me out of his truck. He said he was going to call the state police on me." More tears. She looked like she was going into hysterics.

I told her to climb up and sit in the drivers seat and she didn't have to shut the door if she didn't want to. She climbed in and sat, still keeping the door open. I reached in the refrigerator, got a cold bottle of water for her and handed her my box of wet naps, to wipe her face. It took a few minutes, for her to compose herself, before she started again, "Please," she wailed. "I'll do anything for the seventy dollars." 

I hate to see people abuse others, so I reached in the overhead compartment for my wallet. As I did, she shut the door and moved to the back bunk and sat there, looking up at me. I opened my wallet, there was a one hundred dollar bill, a twenty and a few ones, I removed the hundred and the twenty, and handed them to her.

She seemed shocked for a quick minute, then said, "What do you want me to do for this money?" 

Normally, I'd have said, "Nothing for me, but just pass the favor along when you get the chance." However, today, I did need something from her. As I spoke, I felt shame, because, I knew I would be taking advantage of her situation. 

"I need to see if I can make you ejaculate," I told her. 

She looked at me as if I were speaking in Latin. 

I continued, "No, I don't want a blow job, or to have intercourse with you. I just need to insert two fingers in your vagina, press on a certain spot, to see if you will climax and have a real ejaculation. I promise it won't hurt and I don't even need you to take your top off."

She looked at the money, tucked it into her bra and without looking at me said, "What do you want me to do?"

I told her and she got out of her jeans and panties and lay on the bunk. I got several towels, place one under her butt and spread the other out, from her crotch to her ankles.

She was really nervous and I could see tears forming in her eyes. She tried to focus on one spot, on the roof of the truck. I realized how degraded she must feel at this moment. Part of me wished I had just given her the money, with no strings attached, but the other part, needed to know if a woman could squirt and she was a willing subject.

I knew that she would be dry and that I would need some kind of lubricant. I used the hand cream I kept in the truck and applied it heavily to my fingers.

I tried to get her to relax and I told her, in as soothing a voice as I could muster, "Close your eyes and relax, -- pretend you are in a previous time when things were good. -- Feel your muscles relax. Your body feels so good as you let it relax. -- Let go of yourself, feel how good it is to enjoy these sensations. Let yourself go." 

With a deep exhale her body did begin to relaxed, her eyes closed and I began. 

When I first touched her labia, her body tensed, then slowly relaxed as my fingers worked between the folds and moved up and over her clit. Once again she tensed, until she allowed herself to surrender to the sensation of her now growing bud. I took my time, sliding my fingers between the lips of her labia and over the swelling head. I could feel her lips getting puffy and her clit was now large enough for my fingers to easily slide on each side of it. 

I stopped my rubbing, with her clit between my fingers and my palm on her mound of curly dark brown hair, I began, squeezing my fingers together, pinning her engorged clit between them, while rocking my palm on her mound and I heard a short sharp intake of air.

She felt like she wanted to respond and enjoy the feeling but I could sense her fear.

"Relax and breath," I told her.

In her own time, she did. Slowly, very slowly I inserted my two fingers into her vagina. The palm of my hand was now pressing against her clit and I began to rock it back and forth ever so slowly and she began to respond. After a few minutes, there was a slight arch in her back. This was what I needed her to do so I could reach further in and touch her small and soon to be enlarged button. 

The first touch brought her out of her fantasy and into the present. Her eyes opened wide and the arch of her back became more pronounced. I gave the button several strong taps and withdrew my fingers, pulling them up to tantalize her clit, only to push them back in and repeat the sequence.

She was raising her hips in an effort to keep my fingers from sliding out.

When I felt she was ready, I slid my fingers back in and applied pressure against her cunt as I rocked my hand to and fro, while rubbing my fingers hard against the now enlarged peritoneal gland. She was raising her hips while she tried to bring her legs together. I told her she had to keep them apart.

That was when, in almost a begging tone, she spoke. "I need to come, but I can't, because I have to pee." 

I tried to reassure her it was ok, but she kept on saying "I can't go, cause I have to pee." 

Finally, with a slightly sharp tone, "I paid you money for this, now let go!"

That was all it took, she bucked so high that my fingers came out of her and she started to squirt in copious quantities. While she was squirting all over the truck and screaming, "Oooh Nooo." She began furiously rubbing her clit and that cause her spurts to fly in every direction. Even after the squirting stopped she kept up the frantic rubbing. I wasn't sure if she was having trouble getting over the edge for her orgasm or if she was on a nonstop one.

When she was done and her mind came back to the present, she saw the liquid dripping off the roof and walls of the truck. She got red faced and started apologizing in a nonstop sentence, "I'm so sorry but I told you I had to pee and you told me to do it and once it started I couldn't stop it..."

I handed her a towel and she started to wipe the walls, "No," I said. "That's for you."

She looked a little surprised to see she was still naked from the waist down and her arms and legs were wet. 

As she dried her self and pulled on her pants, I said, "I'm the one who should apologize. I should have told you how it was going to feel." 

She looked at me and asked, "You knew it would be like this?" 

"No." I replied, "I did not. This was the first time I had ever tried to make a woman have an ejaculation and I must say, it turned out better than I thought it would." 

She paused as she scooted into the drivers seat. "I guess I should tell you then, I have never come like that before in my life. From the second that I started to pee or ejaculate, I began a climax unlike anything I have ever felt. It lasted until the time I stopped. Don't ask me to explain the feeling, I couldn't, because I've never felt anything that I could use as a comparison. I can say, I liked it, I liked it a lot."

With that she opened the door and ran towards the information building.

This was heady stuff, I couldn't wait to get back to Alice and show her what I learned. But now, this very minute I had a situation that needed immediate attention. I pulled my dick from my pants, grabbed the hand cream and let a vision of Alice's tits pop into my mind and another one of her squirting from her pussy and that was all it took for me to add my cum to the walls of the truck.




Magic Fingers Ch. 02



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Now, I had one burning desire, to get home as quickly as possible and make Alice squirt. It was an obsession with me now. I had to get home. Fortunately, I knew one of my trucks would have already left Atlanta headed home, all I had to do was catch him, up on I 20, give him an extra hundred and we would swap loads and I would be the one headed home.

Wow, would Alice ever be surprised.

Three days later, hoping to surprise Alice, I walked into my apartment with a bouquet of flowers in hand and stood in the doorway of our bedroom, in total shock. Alice was laying on the bed, naked. A young pimple faced kid, no more than 19 had her legs spread and up in the air. Her pussy was stretched wide as she was trying to push an enormous black dildo into her cunt, While the pimple face kid, shoved a big red butt plug into her ass. Yelling, "Take this you fucking whore."

Alice screamed as he rammed it into her. All the while working the dildo into her cunt.

Keep your cool I told my self, dropping the flowers as I stepped into the room. The pimply kid was the first to notice me. With his dick now in his hand. He looked over at Alice and said, "Hay!" As he nodded in my direction.

That's when Alice noticed me. She stopped with the dildo half way in and turned red all the way down to her tits. I didn't say a word, I just shook my head, turned around and walked into the office. I got all my business and banking papers and walked back into the bedroom. As I picked out some of my favorite cloths and piled everything I wanted out side the door. Alice, was following me.

She was crying, as she said, "I'm sorry. So sorry, I didn't expect you to come back this early."

She had lost the dildo, however the butt plug was still showing from the crack of her ass and she was dripping cum on the floor and down her leg.

I walked to the door, then looked at her. "The rent is due next week if you two still want to stay here."

I tossed my key on the kitchen table and closed the door behind me. 

My mother always said, God never closes one door without opening another. I found these words to be true in the past and hoped this time would be no different.



Magic Fingers Ch. 03



I had a business to run, small as it was, it still needed tending and that forced me to come to realistic terms with the hurt and anger I felt over Alice.

My mother always said, God never closes one door without opening another. I found these words to be true in the past and hoped this time would be no different.

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I was spending the night in the truck, at a truck stop off the Atlanta Loop. I had just parked and was pulling my curtains closed when a young blonde came up to my window and asked if I wanted a good time. I rolled my window down and looked closely at her. She was actually attractive, shoulder length whitish blonde hair, nice complexion, good teeth, no bra and a Georgia Tech. T-shirt that allowed a suggestive view of firm nice size breasts with nipples that jutted out.

"You don't look like the average hooker at a truck stop. You wouldn't happen to be a cop, would you?".

"No," she replied firmly. "Me and my roommate do this once a month, to help pay the rent. We each choose a decent looking trucker and for a hundred show him a good time".

"Climb on up and give me five minutes of free conversation and I'll tell you what I want, then you tell me if you're ok with it." 

She agreed and 10 minutes later we were still talking. She told me, her name was Carla and she was fascinated by the thought that I could make her squirt. I told her exactly what to do and what to expect. She was eager to give it a try.

I gave her the hundred, up front and she stripped, not that she had much to take off. She wasn't wearing panties or bra, not even stockings. I put a towel under her butt and my rain slicker down by her feet, with a couple of extra towels just incase. 

She was now ready and I began. 

I got the tube of hand cream and was ready to lube up my fingers, when she asked me to open her small belt pack and get out the warming jell she had. 

I did and spread a liberal quantity on my fingers. Her pussy was completely shaved. It felt good and incredibly soft to my touch. I wanted to see how long it would take for her to mentally relax and give herself over to the pleasure of it. 

I got my answer the minute I slid my fingers up her slit and found her wet and responding.

I took hold of her clit with my thumb and first two fingers, pulled it out and pushed it back, just like I was jacking off a tiny prick. I could feel blood pumping into it. It began growing longer and wider in my fingers as it throbbed. 

I also noticed she was playing with her right nipple. 

Now was the time to move on. I slid two fingers into her and immediately felt her now swollen peritoneal gland. This girl was two steps ahead of me.

I started with tapping it several times and pulled out of her, sliding my palm and fingers over her clit, and was rewarded with my first real moan of pleasure. I slid my fingers back in and tapped several more times, which made her back arch and she produced a disappointing sigh as I pulled my fingers out, to rub her clit again. It was only a few seconds of my fingers playing with her clit, before driving them back in. 

I was now tapping her responsive spot repeatedly as I pushed my hand tight against her mound, rocking it back and forth then applying a steady pressure to that now enlarged spongy spot.

She started to buck and I kept pumping her and telling her it's ok just let go. 

When she finally did her body became rigid. I could not tell if she was having a climax, but a teaspoon of thin liquid pooled in my hand, Her body was still rigid, as if frozen in mid climax. 

I started moving my fingers again, further in and further out than before and was putting more pressure on the spot with each stroke. I was literally slapping my palm against her labia as I pushed harder against the swollen tissue, when suddenly she screamed "Take it out. -- Take it out, Take It Out." The second I did she erupted, bucking uncontrollable while crying, "Oh God" over and over as five short spurts of clear liquid burst from her cunt.

When she had calmed enough to catch her breath all she could say was "fuck me again, I need it. - I need it NOW."

These words came out of her more as a demand than a request or plea. 

As I plunged my fingers back in her, she kept saying "Fuck me, yes, fuck me , faster, Don't stop, More, More," until she yelled again, "Take it out, Take It Out!" When I did she began her spasms even stronger, noticeably stronger than before and her pussy pumped out large streams with even more force than before. 

I found myself wondering how much liquid could a body hold. When I herd her say, "I need it again."

This time it was a plea. Her body was still going thru after shocks of her orgasm and she still wanted or perhaps even needed more release.

I slid my fingers back into her and started pounding her as she hoarsely began saying, "Yes, yes ,yes --- Oh - Yeah." 

My wrist and forearm had lost all their strength. I had to resort to using my other hand to help with the thrusts. I was relieved when I heard her gasp. "Take it out."

She then began to contort herself in an arch that left only her heals and the top of her head touching the mattress as her pussy shot out another quarter cup of female cum. 

I found myself breathing a sigh of relief when she finally collapsed. My hand and arm were sore but I also felt elated by the thought that I could make this attractive young thing come and squirt in a manner that rivaled the sex video I had first seen.

She moved and I watched as she put three of her fingers in her cunt, then she brought her legs together and her knees up and squeeze her hand between them as she lay on her side, not moving. Her eyes glanced up at me and a tiny smile curved her lips as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

"That's just fucking great", I said aloud, "Here I am with a fucking hard on and no one to even give me a blow job." 

I was so damned horny and pissed, that I figured I'd jerk off on her teats. So I pulled my dick out and started to jack-off when I hear a cell phone ring. 

I know it's not mine, by the ring tone, mine plays the Ode to Joy. This was coming from the same tiny belt pack that I got the warming jell from.

"Crap!", I said out loud. I hate dilemmas like this. 

Carla was still out cold while her phone rang and rang. 

I knew if I picked it up and said hello, it would be her mother and I'd have to tell her, "I just finger fucked you daughter and she came so much she passed out and can't come to the phone right now."

Or better yet it would be Carla's big bruiser of a boyfriend who worked for the FBI and he'd trace the call and come down and beat the shit out of me.

Finally, the phone stopped.

"Shit!" I said aloud, the thought of Carla's boyfriend kicking the crap out of me made my dick go limp. 

Suddenly, Carla's phone started to beep. 

Crap, Crap, Crap, I thought, not that message beep that goes off every minute. I nudged Carla's arm, just as her phone began to ring again.

That did it, I shook her arm more forcefully and said, "Carla your phone." 

She half opened her eyes, half smiled and in the sweetest voice you could ever want to hear, said, "Get it for me please." 

Hypnotized by that angelic sleepy voice, I reached for the phone, opened it and said, "Hello." Only to hear the female voice from hell scream. "WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO CARLA YOU FUCKING PERVERTED BASTARD, IF YOU'VE HURT HER I'LL SEE YOU'RE STRUNG UP BY THE BALLS."

The tirade was still going on as I forced the phone into Carla's hand and begging her, said, "Please Carla wake up and answer this."

She managed to move the phone to an ear and said softly "hello.", pause, "no I'm fine, better than fine even." Pause, "no I'm not on drugs, I was sleeping." Long pause, "fine I'm getting up." Pause, "ok." 

Carla slowly sat up and asked, "What color truck is this?" 

With a puzzled look on my face I told her, "Red, it's a Cherry Red Freightliner with a big chrome bumper, chrome stacks and California tags." 

She repeated my description into the phone, another pause, and with a meek. "ok, I'm sorry."

She closed the phone. 

"Do you mind me asking? Who was that?" 

"That, was my roommate. We're supposed to send a quick text when we find some one and again when we're done. Because we were talking so long, I forgot to send the first text and I fell asleep so I forgot the second and now she's pissed at me, because I forgot the rules."

To me, seeing and hearing her talk, she seemed like a puppy who had just been reprimanded for leaving a puddle on the kitchen floor. 

She dressed, and before leaving, kissed me, full on the lips, and said, "Thanks, that was the best." 

With that, she opened the door of the truck, just as a car horn started to beep. Carla looked up at me, smiled and said "That's her."

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With Carla gone, I cleaned the walls of the truck, flipped the mattress over, remade the bed, put the wet towels in my laundry sack and sat back. Reminiscing and pondering everything that just happened. Carla was the second woman I have made ejaculate and I was getting a major hard on as I mentally compared the two women. 

I was just getting ready to reach for the hand lotion, when there was a knock on the drivers door. I moved the curtain aside, and there was Carla, with an Asian woman behind her.

At first, I thought Carla may have left something personal behind, so I rolled down the window and greeted her, "Long time no see. Did you loose something?"

"No.", she replied, "Ike, doesn't believe me. I told her you made me squirt and she thinks that all you did was make me pee. Can we come in and talk?" 

With a shock of surprise, I said, "Sure, there's not much room for three, but you're welcome." 

I opened the door and slid out of the drivers seat to sit on the back bunk, while Carla and the Asian girl climbed in. Carla moved back to sit next to me and noticing the bulge in my pants said, "Were you thinking of me". 

"As a matter of fact, I was." I replied.

Carla looked up at the other girl, who had not said a word.

Carla began, "Ike, this is John, the guy I told you about. John, this is Ikekia, I call her Ike for short, she's my roommate." 

I stood and leaning forward, extended my hand, offering a hand shake, while saying, "Oh yes, we talked on the phone." 

She blushed at that, took my hand and said, with no hint of an Asian accent, "I'm sorry John, for yelling at you, but we have to be careful, there are some real crazies out there."

As I sat back, Carla put her hand on my crotch and said, "I can relieve that for you, if you'll do me a favor." 

I looked Carla in the eye, saying, "You definitely have my attention."

She smiled and I noticed for the first time Ike's face became animated. 

Carla continued, "I want you to make Ike squirt, just like you did me. I want you to make a believer out of her." 

"Carla," I said, taking her hand in mine. Exactly why I don't know, but it seemed the thing to do. "You are only the second woman I have ever made ejaculate. Granted, I have only tried it on you and another woman, with much the same results, but honestly, I don't know enough to make any promises. I'm not sure if I can make every woman squirt, but if Ike is willing to give it a try, so am I."

It was Ike's turn to respond, "How will I know if I'm having a real orgasm and ejaculating or if I'm just peeing as I come?" 

"That, is easy. We can go into the truck stop and pee, you need to make sure your bladder is empty. That way you'll know. Though, I believe that you will still have the feeling that you have to pee. Once you see and smell and if you want to taste it you'll know."

By the time we got back to the truck, Ike was starting to loosen up and even seemed to be a little excited at the possibility of having the kind of orgasms that Carla described to her.

As Ike stripped and to my pleasure, so did Carla.

I got my last two towels out and noticed Carla pulling two dildos out from her pocket book. She handed the larger one to Ike, saying, "When you're done, you are going to want to have something inside you, because you're going to be pulsing like crazy and you'll feel the need to have something to push against." 

Ike nodded and took the dildo. "The other one's for me. I just know I'm going to get turned on by watching this." 

"I'm all ready turned on," I said. 

"Quit being a crybaby." Carla responded, "No matter what, I'll take care of you after you get Ike off."

I could tell Ike was getting a little nervous. I think she felt the pressure was on her to perform and achieve the earth shaking contractions Carla kept talking about.

"Ah, John, before you begin, Ike needs something so she can have a good orgasm."

Oh shit, I thought. If this has anything to do with drugs, I'm kicking their naked asses out.

Carle reached between her legs and put her thumb and fore finger in her cunt and began to pull a shiny yellow thong out.

I watched in amazement as it stretched while she dramatically removed it. She thrust her hips forward, spread her lips and gave a quick wipe to her open pussy. She then proceeded to stuff it into Ike's open mouth and then kissed her on the lips.

I couldn't help myself. "I know that wasn't in there when you were with me, I'm sure I'd have noticed."

"No, this is just one of the things that Ike likes me to do for her. Now, Ike, lay down and let John make your pussy squirt."

Not the answer that I thought I would get, but if that's what she wants, who am I to judge.

I looked down at Ike. She had small breasts about like a young girls, her nipples and areolas were dark, dark brown. There was very little meat on her bones and she looked considerably skinnier without cloths. She had neatly trimmed jet black pubic hair and either she was really turned on or she had a fairly large clit. 

I looked into her eyes and whispered, "Relax Ike, all you have to do is respond to what you feel. I'll take it real slow. Remember, this is all about me making you feel good, so relax and enjoy."

She nodded, but it was easy to see she was still tense. 

I didn't rush, instead of diving right in to her pussy, I started by playing with one of her nipples and you could see the surprise on her face, as this was not what she was expecting. 

Slowly, her nipple began to harden and I brought my head down and began to lick her entire breast. She seemed to be softening under my touch. 

I brought my fingers down to her slit and as I did, I sucked hard on her breast. There was a slight moan as my fingers slid over her clit. 

I pulled my mouth away from her breast and she quickly replaced my lips with her hands, pulling on both nipples as I concentrated on her clit. The feel of it fascinated me, as it seemed to have a heavy texture. It had grown to over an inch long and as I stroked it, sliding my fingers to each side, she started to hump as if she were trying to fuck with her clit. With my thumb and first two fingers, I took hold of the tiny shaft and let her fuck it, just like her clit was a prick and my fingers were a cunt. 

I was so fascinated by her actions, I almost let her cum that way. She was on the verge, so close, that when I took my fingers away, she, in a needy voice, whimpered a muffled "noooo." 

I paid no attention to her protest and slid my fingers in side her, immediately finding that soft spongy area, all ready large and extended. 

I was afraid that if I pulled out of her and rubbed her clit she would have a normal clitoral orgasm, so I kept my fingers in her and pumped hard. As I did, I felt her start to raise her hips, so I pushed down with my other hand, just behind her mound as I pumped into her. 

Suddenly, with a wild muted cry and a jolt, she pulled my hands from her and began to go into convulsions, thrashing every where and squirting dozens of small spurts, one after the other, seeming not to stop as her body jerked in spasms. 

That shot a jolt of fear through both Carla and myself. 

We both moved to help restrain her thrashing, to prevent her from hurting herself. My first thought was to get those panties out of her mouth so she wouldn't choke on them. I grabbed her jaw and parted her lips. When she noticed what I was trying to do, she bit down on the panties so I couldn't take them out.

When at last she calmed down, Carla took the dildo and literally rammed it into Ike's cunt, and held it there as Ike assumed the same position that Carla had.

Carla looked at me, shock still on her face and asked, "Did I react like that?" 

"No, but you had one very small orgasm and then three separate bouts of squirting. You did buck, but no where as severe as her." 

"God, that was hot to watch," she said. "I was really close to my own orgasm when she frightened me out of it." 

She looked at the wet spot I had produced and said, "I see by your jeans, you were close too. Let me fulfill my promise to you now". 

I reached up and lowered the second bunk. 

"That's convenient" she said, as I lifted her up and climbed up myself, leaving my jeans on the floor of the truck.

I was hot and needed to bury my prick into a wet warm pussy. Alice was the last woman I fucked and I needed it. 

I took Carla's legs and lifted them onto my shoulders, bringing her cunt up high so I could feel deep penetration as I thrust into her. Fast and hard I thrust into her and she arched even higher as I crushed into her. 

I knew I was going to cum quickly and tried everything I could to hold off and get Carla to cum with me, but her cunt was throbbing and kneading my prick as it slid in and out. 

I couldn't last mush longer, when I heard her yell, "Take it out, take it out." 

As she tilted her hips, my dick slid out just as I was starting to cum, and then I felt it. 

She was squirting on my dick. The first hard splash hit and I lost control as we were both squirting. Our cum mingling together. 

Shit, what a turn on, I was lost in the moment, when I heard her say, "Quick put it back in me." 

I did as ordered and was rewarded with a pussy massage on my dick, as I collapsed on top of her. We were both out of breath and just lay there in each others cum soaked arms.

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We were both, just recovering when we heard a moan come from below and became concerned for Ike. When we both jumped off the top bunk, we were startled to see Ike moving her dildo in and out of herself so fast, it was almost a blur.

"Well, that's nice", Carla said.

Ike came to an abrupt stop at her voice.

"Don't you think you owe John at least a nice blow job for doubting his abilities." 

Carla shoved me in front of Ike's face, saying, "Open up and I'll replace those panties with a nice soft prick for you. I know you'll like it. It's coated with my cum."

Ike pushed the now drenched panties out of her mouth as Carla continued. 

"Come on John, I know its soft now, lets see what Ike can do with it." Carla took my dick and held it to Ike's lips. Ike opened her mouth and sucked my soft dick in. 

"Wow", was all I could say, this girl was good, my dick was far from soft now and was growing harder by the second. 

Carla must be an instigator at heart, because, once she saw I was hard she said, "Come on John why don't you show little Ike what your prick is really capable of."

"Now, Ike, take that silly little dildo out of your snatch and let John fill it for you." 

I went to climb in the bunk over Ike and Carla said. "No John, like this." 

She grabbed Ike by the legs and spun her to where only her back was on the bed and she spread her legs, putting them up toward my shoulders. "Do I have to stick your dick into her for you," Carla asked. 

"Only if you want to," I replied, not to be out done. 

With Ike's hips up high, I slid my prick in. I was surprised, for such a tiny woman her cunt was far from tight. 




Magic Fingers Ch. 03



I heard Carla say in a harder voice than normal, "Now fuck her John, fuck her like you just fucked me." 

And I did. 

My prick must have been hitting that swollen spongy spot just right because Ike was squirming with each thrust and Carla was saying "Don't pull out of her yet, not yet." 

As I continued to pound into her I felt a small stream of warm liquid trickling down my balls. Ike must be cumming, so despite Carla's urgings I gave one last hard thrust and pulled out only to have Ike suck in a deep rush of air before shooting a stream up my chest and over my shoulder.

I held tight to her legs as her upper torso turned and twisted. Even before she had finished, Carla was encouraging me to fuck her some more.

I could now feel my own need for release, so I pushed back inside her, thrusting even harder if that were possible. It wasn't long before I could feel more liquid trickling down my balls and that feeling put me over the edge and I came into Ike's pussy, pushing myself in hard against her, wanting to fill her full of my cum. I held her like that trying to keep that wonderful feeling of release even as I felt my dick softening. 

Unexpectedly, I felt a spasm so strong, it shot me out from her pulsing cunt. She began to squirt and convulse, though not nearly as strong as her last time.

I held her legs until she had calmed then laying her down I inserted the dildo in her. As I did I could feel it vibrate from the pulsing of her vagina. Ike curled up and closed her eyes. 

While all this was going on Carla was working hard, with her own dildo. I am sure, she was trying to see if she could get herself to squirt, not succeeding before a normal every day climax hit.

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We were all exhausted now, but I needed to talk and get some questions answered, so I forced my self to make us a pot of coffee as both Ike and Carla cleaned off and dressed. They did their best to wipe the truck down.

We talked until well after 3 AM Eastern time. Fortunately I didn't have a load appointment until noon. And both Ike and Carla were going to call in sick. Before they left we exchanged numbers and I promised in two weeks I'd be back. They hadn't left and I was already looking forward to my next trip East.

Over the trip back home, I reviewed everything that the girls told me. What they felt and when and probably more importantly, what they were thinking as this was going on. I was learning more from them, than from all the web sites, the video and the books combined. 

I was encouraged by my new found knowledge and convinced I still had volumes more to learn.



Magic Fingers Ch. 04



Over the trip back home, I reviewed everything that the girls told me. What they felt, when and most importantly, what they were thinking at the time. I was convinced I still had volumes more to learn.

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When I got back to Pine Valley, the place I will always consider home, I had 4 days off and knew that I had to get myself a permanent place to live. I was fed-up with apartments. The neighbors always complained when you got into wild sex and some one always wanted to play loud rap at one in the morning.

I had the money, so I might as well buy my first home. 

My realtor was Melanie Harris. Melanie had beauty, class and intellect. Standing 5 feet 9 inches tall with a bust line that shouted, "I am woman hear me roar," excellent posture, a short blonde coiffure that didn't come cheep, plus an ass and a set of legs that were knock outs. 

She had also just celebrated her 31st birthday. I know because I saw several cards on her desk. 

I came to find out later, that her boobs and ass had been cosmetically enhanced.

When I walked in to Progress Realty, you would have thought I had rabies. No one wanted to come near me. Maybe it was my age or the fact that I was wearing old jeans, a faded shirt and boots in desperate need of a shine. No one paid any attention to me until I spoke to the secretary and told her I needed to buy a house. There were three realtors in the office at that time. Every one of them had their heads berried behind a computer screen, trying to become invisible. 

The secretary looked me up and down, sizing me up. I could see the distaste in her eyes and I was beginning to get pissed enough to say, fuck you all and walk out. 

It was at that moment, Melanie walked in. I took one look at her and my heart went thump. She was all woman, too old and too classy for me to ask out, but she was real easy on the eyes.

She walked up to me, with a dazzling smile and said, "Honey, are you being helped?" 

"No." I said as sweetly as I could. 

"Well what can I do for you honey."

"I'm looking to buy a house." 

"Well, Darlan, what kind of home are you looking for?" 

I figured, here was my chance to stick it to these smirking assholes. "Well, I'm not sure, that's why I need your help. You see, I own a trucking company and I need something large enough to where I can entertain." 

That's when I heard 3 chairs push back from desks and people were saying, "I have a listing that would be great for you..." and so it went, each one trying to step over the other. 

"Excuse me," I said, "I believe I was speaking to?" I looked at her. 

"Melanie, Melanie Harris." 

"Well, Melanie, is there a chance you can show me what you have, with out being trampled by your co-workers." 

She smiled, "Do you have time to look at a couple of homes now?" 

"I sure do, I have 3 and a half days before I have to be in Houston." 

"Give me a minute and I'll be right with you."

The office was dead quiet as she went to a file cabinet, removed several folders, went to her desk and collected another, then turned to me and said, "Shall we be off."

In her car and on the way to see the first house, I spoke up. "I need to confess; -- I do own a trucking company, a very, very small trucking company, and I don't really entertain clients." 

She looked at me and smiled. Not the reaction I had expected. "You don't recognize me, do you."

Now, a more puzzled look crossed my face. "I'm sure I'd remember you. I don't often meet beautiful women."

Now she blushed. "You used to live at the Taylor Arms, two doors down from me. 

"I saw your apartment was up for rent again. Where are you living now." she asked. 

I told her I didn't have a place and told her why I left. 

"There seems to be a lot of that going around. 

"I came home early one day and caught my now x-husband bent over with the guy from next door, sticking his dick in hubbies' ass." 

I could see hostility flash in her sapphire eyes and figured, time to change the subject.

"So, what kind of home are you going to show me." 

She looked at me again and smiled, "Don't worry, I'm good at what I do. I know about your company and I have a good idea of what you can afford. 

"By the way, I liked the way you played those asses back at the office. They are probably bickering among themselves, as to which one of them should have gotten you." 

"I hope I didn't cause any problems for you." 

"No, don't worry about it, they all hate me, because I sell so many high end homes, some as far out as Palm Springs."

The very first home Melanie showed me, I fell in love with. I guess she could tell, because, when I went to tell her, this was the place, she quickly said, "Don't say a word, at least, not until I have shown you the other two I have in mind. Then I want you to take the information that I'll give you and I expect you to spend this evening comparing them. Once you have done that, we will see these three places again, and then you'll be equipped to make an intelligent decision and offer."

Melanie was right, each one had something the other didn't and I knew she had done right by me, making me take the time to choose wisely. She was good, no wonder she was the best in her office.

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The next morning, she was taking me around for the last time to see the three homes. We were in the second one, the one I had already decided to buy, when she asked, "John, do you entertain many women friends?" 

"No, I'm kind of on a quest right now and I don't -" 

She interrupted, "A Quest you say, what kind of quest, may I ask." 

Shit, I thought to myself, here is a beautiful classy woman and what am I going to tell her, Oh, I just want to finger fuck women and make them squirt. Oh yeah, that would go over big. 

I cleared my voice. "Ah, well, I'm learning about how I can make women have powerful orgasms and ejaculations." I tried to say this all in a nonchalant way, as I noticed her eyes widen and I guess the shock of what I said affected her, because all she could say was "WHAT?" 

I repeated in a metered voice, "I can make women have extreme orgasms and ejaculate."

I could see she now had her wits back, because she seemed to straighten while saying, "John, either you're trying to get in my panties or you have been watching entirely too much porn."

Personally, I was impressed with my calm response. "No Melanie, intercourse has nothing to do with it, and I have made numerous women have multiple ejaculations!"

I could tell Melanie was shocked and intrigued at the thought, however she responded, "Women cannot have ejaculations like men!"

" No, not like men," I responded. 

I could see victory flash in her eyes until I continued, "More powerful than any man could have." 

She quickly retorted, "NO, women can not have ejaculations. Period!" 

"Yes they can!" I said just as forcefully. 

"Prove it." she said. 

"Fine, I will, all I need is a willing participant." 

"Not me!" she quickly retorted.

"Look," I said, "this is pointless. Let me step back and explain." 

Her arms were crossed over her chest and all she did was nod in the affirmative. 

So I began explaining the process and requirements for a woman to ejaculate. By the time I was done explaining, she looked a little flushed. 

"It sounds rather clinical, except for the orgasm part." 

"In a way it is, because it simply involves a woman relaxing enough to have an orgasm, the insertion of two fingers and applying pressure to one certain gland inside the vaginal walls."

I could see her interest, so I decided to press her, "Are you game, Melanie, to give it a try? It won't hurt and I promise it will feel very good."

After a moment of pondering, she looked into my eyes, as if she were searching for something and then snapped, "OK, but on my terms." 

"Let me hear them." 

"First, I know a woman, a friend, who, if you can talk into watching this, I'll let you try and make me ejaculate. Come on, you're buying me and my friend dinner." 

"If you insist, but I think you should buy me dinner, because this is the house I want." 

"I know it is, silly," she responded, "I knew it before you did." 

She put an ear piece in her ear and said, "Call -- Carol -- office. 

"Doctor Rhodes please," long pause as we walked towards Melanie's car. 

"Carol; it's Melanie, can you leave the clinic a little early today? - pause - Oh that's great. I want you to go home, get cleaned up and meet us at "Cousins". - pause - Yes, the restaurant, and us is me and John Drake. - pause - No, he is not related to Sir Francis, he owns a trucking company. - pause - OK, we'll see you at six."

We climbed into her car and she pushed a button on the dash and said, "Onstar" and there was a response, "How may I help Ms. Harris." 

"I need reservations at "Cousins Restaurant" for tonight at six pm., party of three." 

"Very good Ms. Harris, I'll forward a message to you with the confirmation. Thank you."

"Ok, John, I need to go home and clean up for tonight. 

I'll take you back to the office, write up your offer and I need you to, quietly, get in your car and go. "

I'll meet you at the restaurant at quarter of six? "

I said," I'll be there at 5:30, sitting in the bar." 

By the time I signed the offer to purchase, it was two pm. and I knew I was going to have to hustle, because I didn't have the proper cloths to ware to "Cousins", a rather upscale restaurant for the area.

My first stop was the mall for pants, shirt, shoes and a sports jacket, then back to the motel room for a shower and shave.

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At 5:10 I was sitting in the parking lot of the restaurant, I always like to be early, it must be the truck driver in me.

At 5:20 Melanie showed up, must be the Realtor in her. 

I got out of my car when I saw her drive in and walked up to her just as she got out. I noticed a blush come over her face as she looked up and saw me. I had to wonder if she was thinking about what the rest of the night would be like.

At 6:10 our table was ready and we were called in. 

Carol showed up 5 minutes later, must be the Doctor in her I thought. 

Though that wasn't my first thought. 

My first thought was WOW, SHIT, IS SHE BEAUTIFUL. Carol stood a good 6' 4", knock off 2 inches for her heals and she was still over 6'2".

She had the most radiant skin of any black woman I had ever seen, and a large bust that seemed in perfect proportion to the rest of her. 

She walked with the grace of a Royal and it seemed every eye in the restaurant was on her, as she sauntered over to our table. Her ass and upper leg was perfectly outlined by her snug fitting white dress. There was no way she was wearing even a thong. 

Melanie reached over, touched my shoulder and said, "John, please close your mouth." 

I jumped up and pulled the seat out for her. Both Carol and Melanie smiled at each other.

My mouth spoke, before my brain was in gear. "You, are beautiful!" 

My brain still failed to slip into gear, "Melanie is lovely, but you, you are gorgeous." Melanie gave me a kick under the table and brought me back to earth. 

"Shall we order." Carol said.

After we ate and were waiting for coffee, Carol put her hand on mine and started to talk when Melanie interrupted, "Take your hand off his, or he'll stand up with a big wet spot on his new trousers." 

Carol quickly removed her hand and they both giggled. 

"Stop laughing," I said to both of them. "The truth hurts and it may already be to late."

"Nice comeback," Carol said. "I'm beginning to like you."

Melanie spoke, "See I told you he has a good wit." 

"Yes, I see that, but Melanie tells me you think you can make women ejaculate like a man? I know all about the peritoneal gland, but if a woman does squirt, it is just urine that is being expelled. There is no sperm like fluid that a woman can shoot out of her urethra."

I paused for a moment, making sure that the good doctor had finished. "Let me ask you. Is there a difference between urine and the fluid expelled by the peritoneal gland." 

"Oh yes, the peritoneal fluid is indeed similar to the fluid that allows the mobility of sperm. And I know where you're going with this. Leakage from the peritoneal gland during intense or G-spot orgasms is not uncommon, but, - that is far from projectile spurts, the type you may have seen in porno movies."

"Ok, I am half way home," I told her.

A puzzled look crossed her face. 

"First, I have made women squirt and not urine. Second, consider this. During an intense orgasm and during PC contractions, if additional pressure were exerted on the peritoneal gland, and a woman was able to overcome the natural urge to block, what she would fell to be the urge to pee. Is it not possible for her to squirt." 

Carol paused for a moment, I could almost hear the wheels of her mind working, as she said, "I suppose, it could cause, -- no, even if she was able to let go, then she would pee, and that's what would come out." 

"Ah, but; What if the bladder was empty, plus some researchers say a woman can't pee during an intense orgasm." 

"I think, I'm beginning to see your logic, but" 

"Woe!" Melanie interrupted, "Hold on, Carol, are you saying that its possible for a woman to have a male type ejaculation?" 

Melanie said the word "ejaculation" loud enough for several surrounding tables to hear and the restaurant went momentarily dead quiet.

"Oops." Melanie said, now in a whisper. 

"Look," Carol said, "from the way John describes it, yes, it is possible, however, I'd have to see it to believe it."

It was my turn to interrupt. "That, is precisely why we are here. Melanie said she would try it if you were there to watch." 

Carol looked at Melanie. "Ok, but I want another drink." 

Both Carol and I spoke at the same time, "No more drinks." 

Melanie asked, "Where are we going to go, I can't go to my apartment, the walls are paper thin." 

I suggested my motel room and Carol spoke up, "I'm a Doctor, the last place I'd let Melanie get naked is a motel room. We can go to my house, it's just me and the maid and she is on the other side of the house." 

I spoke now, "There are two things we need; one, some good lubricant." 

Carol, "I've got that covered, what else." 

"A dildo," I said. 

"What the hell for," Melanie whispered. 

I told them, "After Melanie cums, her vagina is going to be pulsing and she will feel a lot better if she has something to squeeze against." 

"Makes sense," Carol added, "and I've got several of those too, so I guess we're off. Both of you follow me."

When we got to Carols house, I call it a mini mansion. We went in and Carol said to me, "Both Melanie and I are going to change into appropriate attire, we shouldn't be long. Is there anything you need?" 

"Yes. Do you have an ACE bandage?" 

With a questioning look she asked "What do you need that for?" 

I explained, "It gives my wrist and forearm added support." 

"Ah." she nodded, "I think I can find something for you. In the mean time, have a seat and relax. Get yourself a drink if you want and the bathroom is just down the hall."

With that they both left towards the master bedroom, that I could see at the end of the long hall.

With my head resting on the back of the butter soft leather sofa and my feet up on a foot stool, I felt tired from the days activities, but excited at the thought of getting Melanie to squirt for me. I closed my eyes and felt fatigue wash over me. I was almost asleep when I heard the tap of Carols slippers on the granite floor of the hall. I opened my eyes and she was standing there in a voluminous long silk robe that hid her womanly figure. 

"Melanie, is in the spare bedroom and everything is ready, however, before we go in there I expect you to look me in the eyes and tell me that this is not some ploy, so you can get to screw her." 

I sat up straight, then stood up and said, "Carol, my dick will remain in my pants. I hope you understand, this is not a parlor trick for me. I learn a little more, every time I get a woman to ejaculate. 

"I honestly can't explain why I want to learn, but it has become a quest for me, to learn as much as I can. 

"I'm being completely candid. I have had sex, intercourse with two of the women that I got to squirt, but I promise, I was not the aggressor. Here is some more honesty. Yes. I get very turned on when I do this, and, if I feel I can't wait till I get back to my motel room I will ask to use your bathroom. I hope now, we both understand each other." 

She looked at me oddly. "What is it, you think that you understand about me?" 

"I know you're concerned for Melanie. For both her mental and physical health, as I believe you would about any ones health who was under your care." 

Now a worried look crossed her face, "How do you know Melanie is under my care?" 

"I'm not exactly sure, but I can tell Melanie called you not just because you are friends, but more importantly because she trusts you and your decisions, perhaps even more than she trusts herself. 

"If I had to guess I'd say Melanie puts up a good front, but behind it, she probably has some real problems."

"Melanie was wrong about you. You have more than a quick wit, you have good instincts. So I'm going to tell you something that I trust you will not abuse. 

"Melanie came home one day to find her husband -" 

I interrupted, "I know, she told me that the neighbor was screwing him in the ass." 

"That's all she told you?" 

"Yes." I replied. 

"Interesting," Carol mused. "However there was more. The neighbors wife was also there, getting screwed by Melanie's husband while he was getting it up the ass. 

"When they saw her frozen in the door way, the neighbor grabbed her. The three of them stripped her, tied her to the bed and all took turns at her over one entire weekend. 

"If you look closely, her wrists and ankles still show small scars from the restraints. She is afraid to have normal sex because, she is afraid she may be restrained. 

"We have been here long enough, and I hope my trust in you is not abused. That being said, lets go."

When we entered the room, Melanie was laying there in a long white terry robe. There was a number of towels at both the head and foot of the bed, a purple rubber dildo and lotion were on the night stand.

Carol sat in a chair, kitty corner to the foot of the bed, with of all things, a clipboard and pen.

I stopped looking at Carol and gave Melanie my full attention now. 

I leaned over and whispered, "Good lord, what is it about you. You seem to have this angelic glow. I'm getting turned on just looking at you. It's supposed to be the other way around." 

Melanie smiled and visibly relaxed. I caught Carol jot a note on her board.

"Ok Melanie, your choice. Do you want me to just part the robe from the waist down or can I take it off completely?" 

"It's too restricting, I need to take it off." 

She got up and removed the robe, revealing very firm, large, close set breasts with very small tan nipples. She was perfect in every respect. Long slender neck, flat abdomen, with ass and legs that looked like they had been sculpted by an artist.

She immediately lay back down and spread her legs, as she focused on the ceiling. 

Ok, you're under a microscope, do not rush this one, I thought. 

I placed a hand on her belly and she tensed. I caressed my hand across it and quietly said, "Wow, your skin is so soft and smooth."

I brought my hand up to her arm, then caressed it up to her neck. "Is that from body lotion or are you just naturally lucky to have silky skin." 

She now became animated, as she told me of the three different kinds of moisturizers that she uses. 

All the while I am caressing her face, her ears, down her neck again and over her chest to her right breast. As I circled it, she took a sharp breath and did not tense as her nipple hardened.




Magic Fingers Ch. 04



"Shhh now," I said in a soft soothing voice. "Let your body float and feel it respond to my touch. --- Close your eyes and you can see how you respond to each new sensation. --- Relax your body and you'll feel the sensations even stronger. --- Yes, it feels so soothing - and warm - and tingly, -- it feels so good doesn't it."

A small soft "yes" came from her lips as I slid my hand down her belly and she took in another sharp breath. 

I paused just above her short v trimmed pubic hair, while with my other hand I got the lube and spread it on my fingers. It was cold and I didn't want to just slap it against her clit, so I brought my head down and laid my cheek against her belly and blew on the jell to warm it. 

As I blew, I was surprised to see her body respond, as she raised her hips to get more of my hot breath to travel across her mound.

What a turn on I thought, I could feel my shorts were getting wet and my prick pressing hard against my pants. I, for a moment, was finding it difficult to concentrate. 

Focus, I told myself, and with no little effort, continued.

I lifted my cheek and slid my fingers down her slit. I was thankful I had put a liberal amount of lube on them, because she was dry. I felt a flicker of disappointment that this, but it reinforced my original thought, Slow, very slow.

I spent several minutes sliding over her clit, before I felt it, the first throb of blood being pumped into it. For a brief second, I marveled at how attuned I was becoming and the fact that I could detect the first faint pump of blood. The second and third pulses brought me back to the task at hand. 

Her clit was to small to hold or squeeze between my fingers, so I concentrated on massaging the under side of it. Good choice I thought as she began a steady soft chorus of, Oooo - ahhhh.

Now was the time, and as I inserted two fingers in her, she arched just a bit and I was rewarded with the feel of a fully enlarged spongy g-spot that I promptly began to work on. 

I felt that pulling my fingers from her and working her clit wasn't the way to go. Her clit didn't seem that responsive. 

I began pushing my palm against her labia and thrusting my fingers in and out, pressing hard on her with every plunge, and in short order she began to thrust her hips and in a desperate voice she cried "I have to pee, I feel it." 

She was holding back, tensing up. I had to do something. 

In a pleading and sympathetic voice I answered her. "Melanie, baby, it doesn't matter what it is, just let go and let the relief come over you." 

As I pumped, harder and rougher. "Give in baby, give in," I prompted, and she did. 

She raised her hips up and slammed her body back into the bed, dislodging my fingers and she began to squirt. 

Higher and longer streams than any of the women before. She must have shot one spurt over 8 feet, because it hit the wall. I heard Carol say "shit." And I figured I might as well put on a good show for her.

Melanie was calming some, her body was still trembling, but the spurts had stopped. I put my fingers back in, and Melanie gave a loud moan and a louder "Yes!" as I began to pump her again. This time she was ready to squirt in under a minute. And if possible shot further up the wall. 

No sooner did she stop her short lived convulsions, she began saying, "again, please Again." 

Once again I plunged into her, amazed that her spongy spot was just as large as before. Once again she was squirting in less than a minute, only this time I started rubbing her clit as she thrashed. After the spurts stopped she began humping her hips in an effort to get my fingers back in her. She seemed insatiable, as I accommodated her again. 

This time it took longer, probably because my arm felt like lead. Just before I felt I would have to give up, she moved her hips pulling my fingers from her and was squirting, only this time it was one long squirt, followed by a tiny one and I could tell she was done. 

I reached over, got the dildo and slid it up inside her, holding it there as I turned her on her side and pulled her knees up for her. I then got her robe and laid it over her as she pulled her arms in.

In a tired, quiet voice said, "I feel so good and so tired." With that she closed her eyes and drifted into sleep.

I was so overwhelmed by her beauty, I could not stop myself from giving her a quick kiss.

When I looked over at Carol, her robe was open, she had one hand between her long muscular legs and the other pulling on a large cone shaped nipple, the color of ripe eggplant. God she was beautiful, a true feast for the eyes. 

The speed of her thrusts told me, she was close to achieving an orgasm. She glanced over at me as she quietly came. 

Feelings of concern welled up in me. Not a sound of betrayal had escaped her lips. They trembled slightly from the effort of silence as she came. A heavily knitted brow and a faint halt in her breathing was all that gave her away. 

Only a few seconds after cumming, Carol was composed. She began to speak but I cut her off. 

"There must have been something in your past, maybe even something terrible, to have made you learn to cum so quietly and with so much stealth." 

"Mr. Drake, I find you to be almost to observant and I find myself liking you more and more. And yes, you have made a believer out of me."

She got up, walked over to Melanie, sat beside her and pushed a curl off her face, while saying, "she looks like she'll sleep until morning." 

She looked up at me, with eyes that were moist and I sensed she was dealing with emotions that I could not read. 

"Carol, I need to use your bathroom." 

She spoke so tenderly, "No, no you don't Baby, come with me." And she took me by the hand, led me to her bedroom knelt down and started to undo my pants. 

I took her arms and pulled her up to me, surprised at how feather light she felt, a woman of her stature. Her eyes were still moist, the evenings sparkle and joy of live seemed to have left them.

I embraced her and kissed her soft beautiful thin lips as my hands slid under her robe to heft her breasts and feel her hard rough nipples. 

We stripped and toyed with each other for only several minutes. I told her I couldn't wait any longer. 

She took my prick in her mouth and ran her tongue over and around the head of it until I exploded. I wanted to thrust deep into her, to feel her throat contract around me as she swallowed, but she held me in place. She was licking just the head, until the throbbing pulses of cum slowed. When she felt me begin to relax, she then slid me deep in her throat and began swallowing. My prick responded to this new sucking and pulling. My ass tightened and my body shook as two more unexpected eruptions shot out and down her pulsing throat.

I was spent, but I felt I wanted to pleasure her. She sensed my exhaustion. I honestly made an effort to go down on her but she said, "No baby, not now, just hold me and sleep." 

I did exactly what she asked.

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I was awakened early the next morning as I felt Carol leave the bed. As I got up and started dressing, I looked at the clock. Shit it was quarter of six in the morning. 

The shower started and Carol peaked out the door and said "You had better get your ass in here, you owe me." 

I quickly stripped my pants back off and walked in her bathroom. 

"Damn this is big, it's the size of my motel room." 

I walked up to the shower and looked at her through the glass door. If she looked good in clothes she was a goddess out of them. Truly, her stature and muscle tone made her the most beautiful woman, black or white that I have ever seen and I told her those exact words. 

"Get your ass in here and prove it," was all she said. 

I wasted no time. I got down on my knees and sucked her entire pussy into my mouth and proceeded to run my tongue over, around and in every spot I could reach, trying to find that one special place that would make her cum. 

She kept herself in check so well that it was hard for me to determine if there was such a spot, until I ran my tongue around her unusually long clit. 

There it was, the telltale tremor. That's where I focused my attention. I inserted one finger into her vagina and pulled it forward and down, which made her clit stick out even further and then I began circling it with my tongue, faster and faster. She had to put her hand on the top of my head for support as her legs started to give out. I felt her body quiver in a climax, but I didn't stop. 

She now had her back against the wall of the shower and was standing on one leg with the other partly raised to give me better access as I felt another stronger tremble. Silent climax number two and I still wouldn't stop. 

"Oh God, oh God. I cant take any more, please stop." 

I kept my finger in her, applying the same downward pressure but slowly took my mouth away just far enough to speak. 

"But I haven't heard you cum yet." 

I moved back and sucked her clit into my mouth only to feel her jump and sputter out, "I came, I came twice." I slid my finger out, released her clit from my lips, stood and said, "Wow, next time I'm going to have to pay more attention." 

Getting no response from her on my sarcasm, I took the soap and lathered her entire body, turned her around, and put my prick in the crack of her ass. I thought she might wiggle and let it slide into her pussy, instead she bent forward slightly until I felt the pucker of her ass as she pushed back and my prick slid in as if it were greased. 

"God, that was easy," I said. 

She turned slightly, smiled and said. "Its all muscle control." 

She pushed back further, taking every inch of me while saying, "Come on baby fuck me make me cum again." 

And we fucked, water squelching around her asshole and my dick as I pushed in as deep as I could on each thrust until I had to tell her, "Carol, I'm cumming." 

"Go baby, cum in my ass. Just a little more and I'll come too. Come on baby fuck me hard and fill me full of your cum. Now baby, Now." 

I shot my load into her as I heard her actually make the tiniest moan, as I felt her quiver. 

I stayed in her ass, holding her against me until my dick softened and slid out of her. She turned, hugged me and said, "That was the most vocal I have been during sex in many years and it felt good. Thank you baby. Now rinse off and get out of my shower so I can finish in peace."

I toweled off and put on my cloths from last night. 

I walked into see Melanie. She was now under the covers of the bed with only her head out. I walked over, and sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at her. She too was beautiful, not as stately as Carol, but still beautiful in a way that I felt I could easily fall in love with. 

I ran a finger down her cheek and bent to kiss her forehead, when she woke with a start and I could see a flash of panic.

I quickly said, "Everything's ok, I just came in to check on you." 

She looked at me and softened. Then I saw a puzzled look cross her face and I saw her hand move to her crotch and felt the bed move as she pulled it out. 

"It's ok, I put it in you last night, you needed it and..." I stopped in mid sentence as I watched her turn scarlet. 

Just then Carol came in the room. 

"Well hello sleeping beauty." 

"Oh God, Carol, did I do the things I dreamt I did." 

"Darling; It was no dream. You really did ejaculate, it was not pee, it couldn't have been, because I drained you completely and you were squirting further than any woman could pee. No, Honey, you did it and you had orgasms that made me jealous."

Melanie seemed to brighten. "I'll be honest, I thought all the time I was peeing. It felt like that, but it felt so good as it ran through me and I was so embarrassed, but I couldn't stop. 

"It just kept feeling better each time and I kept wanting to cum more and when I did, I wanted to feel it run through me again. It was like I couldn't get enough and then, it was like my body just gave up and all I could feel was the muscles in me trying to squeeze on something that wasn't there." 

She paused in thought for just a moment before beginning again, "Until you put the dildo in me and then it was as if peace settled over me. Maybe its not right to say, but it was almost a religious experience.

"John, now that I think back it was all wonderful, how can I thank you." 

"You just did by, explaining to me the feelings that you went through." 

"John, do you mind if I ask." 

"What," I queried. 

"Well John, don't you get turned on, horny when you do this, make a woman ejaculate? " 

"Well, yes, you in particular turned me on." 

Very sheepishly she said, "Did you do anything to me after?" 

I could hear the fear in her voice and Carols words came fluttering back to me. I looked at her, slightly hurt because she asked and hurting because of the fear and pain that I knew she must be feeling. I couldn't understand why Carol was not stepping in. 

"Melanie, I have never and would never take advantage of you or any woman that way. If you want to know if I ever had sex with a woman who I made ejaculate the answer is yes, but at there request only. Do I get turned on, yes, and if I feel the need, I take care of it myself. I hope I have explained enough for you." 

Now Carol interrupted, "Honey, this is exactly what happened. "Watching you squirt and cum even got me so horny I had to masturbate 3 times. By the time you passed out I was on my third climax as I watched John gently and with great care put the dildo in you, roll you on your side and help get you into the fetal position. He then covered you. 

"Seeing his tenderness brought me over the edge and he saw my climax. 

"John had a wet spot in his pants the size of a cantaloupe and a bulge that looked painful, even to me. John quietly asked if he could use the bathroom and I found my heart going out to him, so I took him by the hand into my bedroom, took his cock in my mouth and gave him the relief he needed. 

"For some chivalrous reason, John thought he should reciprocate and tried to go down on me but I could tell he was exhausted. 

"I let him sleep in my bed and he held me all night long, a very nice feeling. We woke and showered together. John proved extremely good at oral sex, and then we had anal sex and I had a vocal orgasm.

"Now. That, my lovely Melanie brings us to the present moment, to where I believe you should ask John to fuck you, and then the three of us can have breakfast and go to work.

"John, come over here and take your dick out. I know its hard and Melanie's pussy is wet, so lets not waist any more time." 

I walked over and Carol grabbed my dick through my pants and said, "See I told you it was hard." 

She pulled the blankets off Melanie, who was naked with the dildo back in her pussy. 

"Come on fuck." was all Carol said.

Melanie seemed to afraid to say anything, so I took the initiative. 

I dropped my pants to the floor and stepped over to the bed and spread Melanie's beautiful legs pulling them up to my shoulders and slid my prick in her, as the urge to push in hard and fast came over me. 

In only a few minutes Melanie was saying, "oh God, I feel like I'm going to squirt." 

With several more thrusts she was bucking, trying to get rid of the prick that was pounding into her. She needed it out of her so she could release. She was now in a full cry, "I need to squirt, I Need IT!"

As she bucked I held her legs tight, despite her cries of, "John, take it out NOW and let me SQUIRT!"

I held her, as she tried to push up, so she could dislodge me. I kept pushing against her legs, forcing her down so I could continue pounding into her, fucking her until I was ready. 

When I felt the cum rising in me, I yelled, "Now Melanie, Squirt NOW!"

I pulled out, just enough to let her squirt on my prick, as I squirted on her cunt. 

We both knew what was happening and that made it even more intense. 

When we were both done, I slid my prick back into her only to have it come back to life as it was massaged by dozens of pulsating squeezes. 

"Oh that feels so good," she moaned. "I don't know which feels better the squirting, the clenching orgasm or this warm soothing after glow, but together they are mind blowing. 

"And you feel a lot better than that rubber dildo."

It was then that we heard almost a thin wail coming from Carol and we both looked to see her, naked with one leg up over the arm of the chair, humping the dildo that Melanie had in her only moments ago. She was taking the dildo, pulling it out of her completely, then thrusting it back into her as deep as she could push it and then hold it there as her body shook. 

We watched her do this four times. There was no way of telling how long this had been going on but it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. 

I was guessing, she couldn't quite make it over the top. I slid out of Melanie, gently letting her legs down. While looking her in the eyes, I said, "I need to go help her." 

I think Melanie sensed the same thing and nodded as if it was the only humane thing to do. 

On wobbly legs, I walked up behind Carol, put one arm around her and began to pinch her nipple and her head lolled back on my shoulder. I reached around with my other and began to caress her clit. 

"Oh, thank you baby, I needed something more." and with that sweet lilting sound of her voice, my prick got hard and slid up the crack of her ass. 

"Oh yea, thank you baby." and with a few wiggles of her ass the head of my prick was back at her pucker and began to slide in. I could feel the dildo that was filling her cunt. 

Once I was all the way in I started working in and out and pulling her clit, when, to my shock and pleasure I heard her say, "Yes baby fuck me make me come." 

In the smallest of voices she began, "I'm cooomming nowww," as spasms seemed to consume her. 

As for me, my prick may have been hard, but I couldn't have cum if you held a gun to my head. 

When Carol was done and she slumped in my arms, I half carried, half walked her over to the bed and laid her down next to Melanie who had her hand over her cunt, with two fingers buried inside. 

"Stop that." I said, "you ladies are going to kill me if you keep this up."

They both looked at each other and a sly grin came over their faces. 

I looked at the two now naked and very beautiful women and felt my dick grow hard. "Shit, I can't believe the effect you two have on me." 

They both laughed again, and Carol said, "That's it, if I lay here any longer, I'll never go to work." 

"Oh hell," Melanie said, "I still have to drive home and change. I had better get my ass moving." She jumped up and ran into Carols bedroom, with Carol close behind. 

I finished dressing, again, and went to the kitchen. There was hot coffee, a serving dish of scrambled eggs, a big plate of toast, small servers of jelly and a large carafe of orange juice. Boy, did Carol know how to live. I was having a second cup of coffee when they both came out, Carol in unflattering Hospital scrubs and Melanie in last nights dress. 

Melanie walked over to me, kissed me on the cheek and said, "I have to run." 

"Before you do," Carol chimed, "John, you don't have to leave until tomorrow right." 

"Yeap, not until three pm." 

"Ok then, I expect to see both of you here tonight for dinner. And John, tonight it's my turn, for you to see if you can make me perform like Melanie. So get some rest today and take your vitamins." 

With that we all went our own separate ways.



Magic Fingers Ch. 05



Back at my motel room, I took a double dose of vitamins, showered, shaved and changed into jeans and a dark grey tee shirt. I had a mental list of things I wanted to accomplish early in the day, so I could take Carols advise and get some rest. 

I stopped by the dry cleaners to take care of my wrinkled jacket, shirt and cum spotted pants. I told the woman there, that I wouldn't be able to pick them up for at least two weeks. Next I went to "Dick's Sporting Goods Store" and got a good quality leather wrist band from the body building section. My next stop was "J.C. Pennies", for some clothes. Laugh if you want, but I like their Stafford Collection of men's clothes. It's good quality for the price. I bought two pair of casual slacks, two short sleeve dress shirts and a sharp looking solid black polo shirt.

My last stop was, "World Wide Wine and Beer". A specialty store that I had never been in, but had seen a TV ad for. A word of caution, unless you have deep pockets, do not go in there and say, "I'm looking for a really good bottle of dinner wine."

Foolishly I did, only to find myself presented with a two hundred and forty dollar bottle of wine that I couldn't even pronounce the name of. 

I delicately handed the bottle back, while saying, "How about showing me an, OK, bottle of dinner wine. I figure I can spend as much as one hundred dollars for two bottles." 

Where on Gods green earth, I came up with that hundred dollar figure, I had no clue. It was just one of those insane moments, when my mouth starts saying things before my brain has a chance to say, "Woe, Hold On." 

I wanted to impress Carol, but not to the tune of fifty bucks a bottle. Fortunately the salesman, had a sense of humor. 

"No problem. I can get you a good wine that will impress the lady and won't leave you broke, and I guarantee, you'll be able to pronounce the name." 

He brought me, to the middle of the wine section and handed me a bottle of Santa Margarita, Private Reserve. He presented the bottle, in the same loving way as he did the big bucks bottle, saying, "And this is only thirty seven fifty, that should bring you under budget and I'll give you two dollars off each bottle if you buy a third." 

Some where in this store I had lost my common sense, because I heard myself say, "OK, I'll take three." 

When I got back out to my car, where my common sense was waiting for me. It kicked in and asked, "What in the hell did you just do. You went in there to get a nice ten dollar bottle of wine, and dropped over a hundred bucks. What happened!" 

I shook my head and said out loud, to my bewildered common sense, "Wow, that was a good salesman." 

I then had a momentary urge to return the wine. That was quickly replaced by fear. Yes, I was afraid, if I went back in, I'd come out with a case. Sure enough, as I looked up, I saw several people walking out with full cases of wine. I started the engine and got out of there, vowing not to return until I made my first million. 

On the way back to my motel room I got a call from Melanie. "Congratulations, your offer was accepted."

Suddenly, I was on cloud nine, finally, my own place. "That's great, thanks Melanie." 

"Well, I need you to come by the office and sign some paper work. I'll get everything rolling for you, even the financing, if you want." 

"That would be great, I'll be there in less than an hour." I rushed back to the motel, gave my new cloths a quick iron, changed into my slacks and new black polo shirt and headed over to Progress Realty. I was excited to see Melanie again, but I knew in this setting, we had to keep it professional. 

When I walked in, I could see mixed emotions cross her face, so I spoke up and from half way across the office, "Hi Melanie. Thanks for the quick call. I was so excited to hear my offer had been accepted, I rushed over as quickly as I could. You said, you have some papers for me to sign?" 

The relief on her face was noticeable. "Yes John, why don't you step into this office, where it's quiet and I'll get the paper work and join you." 

Without a word, I did as she asked and waited for only a minute before she stepped in and closed the door.

Her first words were, "Thank you for coming in the way you did. I was so afraid... Well you know." 

"Yes, I do know. That's exactly why I did it. Anyway, you said you had things to sign, so we had best get to it." 

One hour later we were done. Melanie was going to take care of everything and I promised my accountant would get her the financial papers she was going to need for the financing. 

Before getting up to leave. I asked, "What time is dinner, Carol never did say." 

"Oh," Melanie was surprised, because she had no idea either. "Let me call.

"Doctor Rhodes please," a full minute passed. "Carol; it's Melanie, what time is dinner? I... Ah... OK. See you then, Bye.

"Carol said to come over right after work, and we'd eat around 6:30. She also has a friend that will be joining us." 

That was fine with me, but I could see Melanie seemed a bit distressed at the news of someone else being at the dinner. 

"Melanie," I interrupted her thoughts. "Do you want me to pick you up tonight, I do know where you live." 

"Oh God no," she replied. "I'd be the talk of the Complex if they ever saw a man pick me up and quite possibly not get me home until tomorrow. How about if I pick you up. You are staying at the Holliday Inn, right?" 

"Yup. Just give me a call when you're close, I'll meet you outside." 

With that, I winked at her, got up and turned to the door when I heard her say, "By the way John, you look really sexy in that new shirt." 

I walked out the door with a smile on my face and hollered back an exceptionally loud "Bye!" ------------

Melanie called at 4:30 and said she would be leaving her place in just a couple of minutes. She promised to call again when she got off the freeway. Good to her word, I got the call, grabbed the three bottles of wine, the leather wrist band and walked out side, just as she pulled up to the motel entrance. 

Normally, it would have been only a fifteen minute ride to Carols place, but today there was a four car pile-up and we were stuck in snail pace traffic. 

"Melanie." I asked, "I know Carol is a doctor, but is she a GP or a specialist?" 

"Carol, is a do-it-all in the field of Women's Medicine." She could see I had a puzzled look on my face. "Ok, do you like my breasts?" 

"I love them, I'm getting a woody just thinking about them." 

"Then, you should thank Carol. She made them what they are." 

"So, she's a plastic surgeon?"

"When she has to be, but she is also a shrink, a dermatologist, in general, if it involves a woman's health and mental well being, Carol is the Doctor to see."

"Wow, I'm impressed. Very impressed."

We arrived at Carols mini mansion just before 5:30. Carol hadn't gotten home yet but her maid let us in, took the wine and escorted us to the outside sitting area and garden. Before leaving us, she asked if there was anything she could get us.

Both Melanie and I were more than content to just sit out here and let our senses soak up the sights, sounds and smells of the miniature paradise. I was right, Carol knew how to live and I was beginning to feel like I should have bought that bottle of two hundred and forty dollar French wine.

Carol arrived fifteen minutes later, toting a mousy looking woman behind her. She whisked past us, saying, "We need to change, won't take a minute." 

Fifteen minutes later, Carol came gliding in, wearing a white satin robe that seemed to float around her. She was followed by Ms. Mousy, a may-be five foot woman. It was hard to tell, her shoulders slouched and she wouldn't lift her head to look anyone in the eyes. She had mousy brown hair, cut into the shape of a football helmet. However, once she lifted her head, I noticed she had deep brown eyes, that with some help could look very attractive. 

I remember thinking, "Thank God she is wearing a big robe." I wondered if the rest of her was just as unimpressive. 

Carol must have undressed her, put her into one of her silk robes, a red one, and then either she or her maid must have pinned it up so it wouldn't drag on the floor.

Mind you, both Melanie and Carol have bodies a Greek Goddess would kill for. It was kind of unfair to judge this woman against them, but it was hard for me to see her as anything but mousy. 

I know, I'm using that word a lot, but wimpy, door-matish, dull, they don't give the full picture. -However MOUSY is the perfect word for her.

I glanced over at Melanie and saw a look of pity and sadness as she viewed this poor creature. I then caught a look of minor disapproval from Carol, as she noticed my expression.

Carol focused her attention on Ms. Mousy again, becoming exceedingly sweet and elementary in her speech. "Kay, this is my friend, Melanie and this," there was a brief pause, with just the slightest hint of a glare. "This is both Melanie and my friend John. -- Everyone, this is Kay; she has kindly agreed to join us for dinner." 

Oh My God, I thought, Carol is being so sappy sweet. I'm going to hurl. When I heard her use the word, Everyone, I looked around to see if a few dozen people had just walked in. What happened to the quick witted woman I met yesterday. 

"John!" Carol's now sharp voice snapped me back to earth. "John."

"Shit," I thought, she just swung back to sappy sweet. 

"I understand you brought us some very nice wine. Would you be so kind as to pour us each a glass? Oh, I forgot, you don't know where the glasses are. Come, let me show you." 

Taking my hand like a little boy, she led me into the kitchen , where there were four glasses of wine, already poured. A baffled look crossed my face. 

"Are you thick John!"

"Ahh," this was the woman that I knew as Carol. "I know you have more intuitive power than what you're showing tonight." 

"Woe. What's this all about?" 

"Ok, we don't have much time, so listen."

I interrupted her, "You forgot to add, You stupid dolt." 

She smiled, looked at me and said, "I thought that part was understood." 

I feigned shock and hurt. 

She started again, "Kay is one of my patients, she lacks self confidence." 

"No Shit." I interrupted again. 

She paused, looking hurt. "Feel for her John, that's all I'm asking you to do." 

Now I was contrite, or at least I was until I figured out, "You want me to fuck her, don't you, admit it." 

"No John, that's not what I want, I just want you to make her have a female ejaculation and let her do the rest."

"And. -- The difference is?"

"I honestly think you can help her or help her, help herself."

"Now I feel like a shit again," I told Carol.

Her response was, "Good you deserve to feel that way." 

"Fine. -- How have you envisioned all this working?" 

"Don't worry John, just follow my lead." 

"My God have mercy on my soul."

Carol as quick as ever, "It's not God you have to worry about."

As we each took two glasses, I replied, "Isn't that the truth." 

Carol looked back and gave me one of her smiles and a wink.

"I'm becoming pussy whipped." I said as we entered the room. A statement that caught the attention of both women.

We were all engrossed in small talk, when the maid came in and announced that everything had arrived and was on the table. 

"Oh, I'm starved." Carol said as she lead us to the dining room. 

"Wow, Carol, you went all out."

There on our plates was lobster tail, shrimp scampi, what looked like filet of sole, string beans, a baked potato and a salad, all laid out in a presentation style. Oh yeah, Carol really knows how to live.

After we ate, Carol asked Melanie for some help with the coffee and dessert. I assumed, to give her instructions. However when they came back Melanie was wearing the same terry robe as last night.

As we were drinking our coffee, Carol became serious. "Melanie, Kay, you both know I asked you to come here tonight as observers, while John attempts to make me have a full blown Female Ejaculation. I don't know about anyone else, but I'm as ready as I'll ever be. Are you ready John?" 

I took a last sip of coffee and nodded. We all rose and followed Carol into the spare bedroom. ------------

As before, everything was neatly laid out, except the night stand had been moved. It was now directly behind where I was going to be standing.

On the night stand were several small hand towels, no less than five different dildos and three bottles of lube. There were two chairs, one on each side of the night stand.

Melanie moved quickly and took the chair closest to the headboard, leaving Kay with no choice as to which chair was hers.

With her usual authorial flourish, Carol removed her robe and I heard Kay take a quick breath at the sight of Carols body. As for me I had an instant hard on, complete with wet spot. 

Carol lay on the bed, I laid my hand on her and stroked her belly. I leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Please relax Darlan. -- This is all for you and no one else. -- I want your thoughts to be on you and only you. -- Promise me." 

She whispered her reply, "Yes baby. It's just you and me. Now, make me proud."

I began. First, I let fall several small drops of lube on each nipple and areola. I then began to pull and pinch her right nipple, ignoring her left one completely. I added another droplet of lube to both and let my finger slide around her areola. It began to pucker, making her breasts look pointy.

Carols nipples fascinated me. The light brown skin of her breasts were accented by perfectly centered chocolate colored areolas, soft and smooth to the touch. They were very responsive and the silver dollar size circles would contract, raising her nipples higher. The nipples themselves were the color of eggplant. They were course in texture and feel. It was always a delightful sensation to let my tongue slide from her perfect smooth soft flesh to the course hard tips.

She began to heave her chest a little higher, turning slightly in an effort to remind me, there were two that needed attention. But still I ignored her left nipple. Finally, she brought her own hand up to it and pinched and twisted it, giving it the attention it needed. When I saw it grow hard, I knew I could move on.

My hand slid across her sculpted belly, to the mound that had no hair. I moved my palm over it and captured her labia between my fingers. Pinching the lips together, I applied some pressure and rocked it back and fourth. She was now pleasuring both nipples and was elevating her hips to the movement of my hand. 

Carol was responding well and I was ready to move on. I Stopped for only a second to apply a large dollop of lube to my fingers, I then slid them between her now swollen lips. As I passed over her clit I saw her neck and shoulders come up. Carol was responding very fast, almost to fast. She wasn't following the progression I thought she would. Instead of playing with her clit I decided to try another track. 

I slid my middle and ring finger into her as deep as I could and did not raise them to search for a swelling spongy spot that I knew would be there. I kept a steady pressure against her as I pushed my little finger into her rectum. You would have thought someone ran a jolt of electricity through her, as her body lurched.

I wasn't sure what that reaction meant. I decided to continue with what I was doing. I began to rock my hand back and forth with my little finger sliding in and out. Her hole body was now turning rigid.

"Damn," I thought. This is not the effect I had hoped for. 

I slid my fingers out of her and moved my face down to hers. I brushed my lips across her lips, then moved to her ear. "Baby, -- relax and moan for me. --- Tell me what you need. -- Cry out in joy when you come my love. -- Let go and come for me."

I knew, now was the time for her to squirt. The question was, "How to get her there." I didn't know if I could find the answer, but I was determined to try. 

I slid my fingers back inside and felt her gland, swollen larger than any I had felt before. Carol was ready, but she was still holding back. I pushed and pumped her swollen gland. I applied pressure on her belly with my other hand. Still, she wouldn't let go. 

I had to do something. So, I yelled at her, "Carol Let Go! -- I Want To Hear You! -- Now, Damn It! -- Come Now!!!" 

With a scream that sounded like No and Yes intermingled Carol started to spray not squirt. She sprayed and sprayed as she screamed and thrashed about wildly.

I pinned the top of her body to the bed with my chest as I whisked my right hand across her clit. She cried tears as she moaned out the last of her orgasm. 

"Quick." I said to Kay, "Put one of those dildos in her."

"What," she replied?

My first instinct was to yell at her, but I restrained myself and softly said, "Please, she needs it now, please help."

She did. She separated her legs and gently slid the dildo in. 

I was leaning over Carol, my chest still pinning her, my lips near her ear. Tears were still coming. But Carol managed to put an arm around me and snuggled her face into my neck. She whispered, "Thank you John." 

"Don't thank me yet, we're not done." 

I gave her a few minutes before I stood and removed the dildo. I inserted my fingers and began to pump. After all that spraying and a brief respite she was still swollen. 

"Come on baby." I slid my fingers over her clit. "Lets hear it." 

As I pumped back into her, she started, "Harder John, harder."

Then as I slid my fingers out she cried, "Nooo, don't stop now!" 

That was when I began brutally thrusting my fingers back in her, slapping my hand hard against her cunt.

She cried out loudly, "Yes, yes, fuck me! Please fuck me. Make me come!" 

I stopped thrusting and began to just tap hard against her large swollen gland.

"Oh, John, I can feel it. I can -- feel the - pressure build, inside meee, and it's, it's working - its way up -- and I'm. YES!"

She bucked hard, dislodging my fingers and began to squirt. As she squirted she reached down and briskly rubbed her clit. Fanning the massive spray back up over her own body. When her convulsions subsided she fell back, exhausted from both the physical and emotional ride. 

My arm and wrist was sore and tired, but my prick was about to burst from the pent up sexual energy of Carols orgasms. I knew I had to put it aside, at least for the moment, while I took care of Carols needs first.

This time, Melanie was the one to insert a fresh dildo. While I toweled Carols body off and then put a fresh large bath towel over her.

Melanie looked at me. She seemed troubled and a bit frightened. "John, what just happened here, her scream scared the hell out of me. I thought she was in pain. I didn't know what to do." 

Melanie's concerns, momentarily took my mind off my needs. I thought for a moment before I answered her. "Melanie, when you ejaculated, did you not feel a release of some emotional baggage at the same time." 

"You mean Carol has emotional baggage?" 

"We all do," I replied. "Most of the time we easily deal with it, but some times it's a great burden to carry. Carols burden is not for me to say, I have only been able to guess at some of it.

"And Kay. I'm guessing you were brought here in the hopes that you too would release some of the baggage you carry. "

Kay, suddenly embarrassed, looked like she might run out of the house."

All this time, Carol was watching and listening, despite her exhaustion. She sensed the same thing. "Kay," she said. "John is right, and I'll share this with only the three of you.

"From the time I was in my early teens, through my junior year of High School, my father would rape me, several times a week. He was a perverted bastard! He made a collection of smooth rounded wood batons, in four different sizes. From the size of his thumb to the size of his large dick.




Magic Fingers Ch. 05



"My mother worked late many days, that's when he would wait for me to come home from school. He had a ritual. Greeting me with the greased batons in his hand. He would make me hold them as he stripped me from the waist down. He'd make me bend over and grab my ankles, while he'd take his time as he pushed the smallest one up my ass. Then I'd have to walk into his bedroom, lay on the bed and wait for him. Some times I'd lay there for over an hour, wanting it to be over.

"He must have known how it tormented me. Finally, when he'd come in, naked, making sure I saw his stiff prick. He'd roughly grab my ankles, lifting them and spreading them wide. Then he'd make me grab his prick and start to feed it into my cunt. When he was done, I still had more to endure.

"If I made any noise as he raped me he would use the next size baton in my ass, and make me masturbate with the largest dowel until he was convinced that I had a quiet orgasm. He was hard to convince.

"There were times where I'd have to come four and five times for him. If I made a single sound he'd yank the baton out of my ass and shove the next size in. He got his greatest pleasure when he would yank the last one out, because that meant he could shove his cock in my ass, as I fucked myself with a stick that was as big as his dick. 

"That was where I learned the art of having a silent orgasm, and it stuck with me until now.

"John has a great talent. He sensed I had a problem and in a very special way. Fixed it or helped me fix it. For the first time I can ever remember I heard myself scream in orgasmic pleasure. 

"He also, instinctively helped Melanie." 

"How did John help me, aside from giving me the most earth shattering orgasm I ever had."

"Melanie, take off your robe. Lay back on the bed with your legs hanging off and let John make love to you like he did this morning. Come on John, don't be shy, I can tell you're ready to explode," Carol said.

Melanie laid back and I looked at her, "God you're gorgeous," I said.

It took a lot of will power, not to just stick my dick into her and fuck myself silly. I wanted this to be good for the both of us. I knelt down in front of her, put my head between her legs and began to suck and lick every inch of Melanie's cunt. The spot just below and at the base of her tiny clit seemed to be one of her pleasure points and I concentrated my attention on it. She brought her legs over my shoulders and curled them around my neck as she tilted her cunt up so my tongue penetrated her as she groaned and shuddered thru her release.

Her legs relaxed from around my neck. My need to come was strong and I stood, sliding her legs down my chest until my prick slid into her crack, past her tight pucker and the head lodged into her expectant hole. I stayed like that, savoring the feeling of her flesh against mine.

"Oh God you feel so, so good." I moaned.

"John, fuck me, fuck me hard, make me squirt."

I pushed my dick into her and began to pound as she encouraged me on, "Yes. - Like that. - Just like that. - I can feel it."

I could feel the cum in my balls getting close to eruption, when her voice changed again to that of desperation. 

"Oh God, take it out." she cried as she began to buck. I knew I needed a few more strokes so I held her legs tight against me as I savagely drove into her. She was screaming "I need to go, - take it out - now!." 

Two more thrusts and I pulled out. She began to squirt immediately. On her second pulse that splashed against my straining cock, I shot my load and we were both covered in each others cum. 

Breathing heavily, I managed to push Melanie further back onto the bed, crawled up between her legs and slid my dick back into her, knowing that her pulses would revive it. As I lay on top of her, I caught a quick glimpse of Kay, looking flushed and her hand busily working between her legs. 

"Melanie," I whispered in her ear. "You always smell good, but the smell of sex on you is intoxicating. The next time I get you to squirt I want my mouth down there to drink every drop."

"Ok, you two love birds," Carol interrupted our bedroom murmurings. "I have a question for Melanie. Do you notice anything different?" 

"Do you mean the way he feels inside me," Melanie responded? 

"No, not that," Carol said with a sly smile. 

"Does it have something to do with the way I climax?" 

"No!" Carol said with a harsh tone of exasperation, "Melanie, are you having a Blonde moment here or what." 

"I don't understand," Melanie was getting flustered. 

"Ok. Time out. I want you to look into John's eyes. Now, what do you see." 

"I see love, I see caring and I see he is getting horny again."

That was all Carol could take. "You are a ditsy blonde," she said. "Look, he has his dick in you and he is laying on top of you. Do you get it now!" 

The light bulb clicked on, with a half second of terror and then she wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled me in so tight I thought my ribs would crack.

"Wow," I croaked out. "Those gym lessons are really paying off." 

"Ok, OK, break it up. John has work to do."

"What?" I said with a stupid look on my face. 

"Oh God," Carol spoke. "Don't tell me you're having a blonde moment too."

That was when I heard Kay Laugh and my head snapped up. 

"Oh I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to laugh."

"Why not," I said as I rolled off of Melanie and began to dress. "You have a beautiful laugh, it seems to light up your face. As a matter of fact you should probably laugh a lot more." 

She blushed.

"Kay." Carol stepped in, "This is strictly up to you, but you have seen the transformation of two women here tonight. I can't promise that the same thing will happen to you, but I can promise that John will deliver one hell of an orgasm." 

Kay paused. For a minute I thought she might back out. When I heard her say, almost out of character, "Why the hell not."

Carol put down a fresh clean blanket, because she had drenched the bed. Kay dropped her oversize robe and quickly began to lay down, when I stopped her.

"Woe, woe. Wait a minute. Stand back up and turn around," I said. 

With a red face, she did. I was truly surprised when I saw her naked body. It appeared that Kay had just begun sessions at a tanning salon. Originally, I thought she was dark complexioned, now I saw the small diamond shaped area around each nipple, accenting the upturned reddish brown buds. A rectangular patch over her narrow strip of dark brown pubic hair and labia seemed to highlight them. Her breasts were close set, giving her a lot of cleavage and making her breasts appear large.

"I have died and gone to heaven. Where else could a man expect to be with the three most beautiful women in the world. No wonder they say good things come in small packages. Be still my beating heart," I said as I grabbed my crotch. 

"That's not your heart," giggled Melanie. Who was now with a dildo in her pussy, and as I glanced at Carol, so did she.

"Quit playing and get to work, did you think that meal was free." Carol coaxed.

"Ok," I said. "Come on over here Kay."

She did and laid down, instantly spreading her legs and picked a spot on the ceiling. 

Time to try something different, I thought. So, I began to draw little circles on her body with my finger and a few drops of lube. 

I heard Carol whisper to Melanie, "Watch this, he seems to know exactly what to do and when to do it." 

I paid no attention as I continued to draw circles on her breasts, belly, arms, legs, knees and finally when I drew one on her forehead she asked, "What are you doing?" 

I replied, "Braking ice, its fun you should try it. Anyway, now that the ice is broken, we should talk." 

That's when she got it and started to laugh. "Oh God," I sighed. "I love your laugh, I can't describe how it makes me feel and it seems to be most effective on me when you're naked." 

I hollered out, "Carol is this your work too, they look good enough to eat." As I poked one of my fingers into Kay's breast. 

"No," Kay replied. "They are all mine."

"Well in that case," I dipped my head and sucked her right nipple into my mouth while massaging the rest of her breast. 

At first she just lay there and let me suck. This is not working I thought, and I reached over and took her hand and put it on the back of my head and then did the same with her other hand. It started to work. I softly nipped and sucked, as her fingers started to intertwine in my hair and slowly she started to pull my head harder against her breast. 

Yes, she was getting ready. I slid my hand down to her belly and she tensed, so I slid my lips off her breast and started to work my way down to her mound. I felt her start to release her hands from my head and I firmly pushed them back in place. She did not remove them again, until I lifted my head, but only after sliding my tongue along her slit.

I was licking and sucking her small clit until I felt it harden and heard what I could only describe as mewing sounds. I put a large quantity of lube on my fingers and used my left hand to spread her lips as I made sure to get her vagina well lubed. It was a good thing I did, she was extremely tight. I wasn't even sure I could get two fingers into her.

I put more lube on my fingers and began. First, sliding them over her clit and letting one finger slip in. Finally, with numerous fast strokes over her clit and down, both fingers went in. 

I was afraid to pull them out. Afraid that I wouldn't get them back in. I just applied pressure with my entire palm, rocking it to and froe as my fingers found a small, very spongy spot. 

I began to tap, in short bursts at first and as I increase my tempo, Kay began to writhe. I heard her say, "Fuck me. Then louder. "Fuck Me, Fuck Me Harder. I need something fucking my ass." 

I must be slow, because I didn't figure it out until I saw Carol with a small dildo, lubing it up. Carol reached down to spread Kay's cheeks. As Kay felt her cheeks being spread, she lifted her ass. As Kay lifted, Carol pushed it in. There was a scream of pain and pleasure mixed. Then there was a gush, from Kay, that shot straight up and almost hit the ceiling fan. 

I was amazed, my fingers were still in her. I thought, it was because she couldn't' lift high enough to dislodge them. So I pushed up again. Another gusher shot up and another cry, but not of pain. "Ahhh, fuck my ass," she yelled. 

I found it hard to believe this was the same mousy Kay. I pushed again and another gush spewed from her. I pushed three more times with the exact same results, only now, Kay was panting heavily. 

She was still in an arch and I found that I couldn't remove my fingers. They were jammed between her pelvic bone and the dildo. Every time I'd try and remove them she would squirt and hoarsely cry out. Then she would cramp up again and further crush my fingers with another orgasm. 

Maybe it was the panic in my face, but both Melanie and Carol came rushing over. 

"What's wrong," they asked? As Kay shuddered again. 

"My fingers are stuck in side her, jammed between her bones and the dildo." 

Kay was stuck in an arched position, probably because it hurt if she even tried to move. The only flexible thing here, was the dildo and it had to come out. 

"Kay baby," Carol said. "If you can hold on, I can get something that will numb around the dildo."

"Oh, Carol, I can..." Another spasm hit before she could finish her sentence. "Can't wait, out now!" 

"Brace yourself," Carol said.

With a strong pull it popped out of her ass and with a scream, Kay collapsed and fell off my numb fingers. Carol was between Kay legs in a flash, checking her rectum and vagina and with a sigh of relief, Carol said, "She's fine."

That's when Kay seemed to come out of it. 

"Oooh, I need something in me, I need it now." 

Both Carol and Melanie were at her side with a dildo and neither of them could get it to go in. "She is to tight." 

Kay complained louder. In a demanding tone, "I said put something in my cunt, I need it now!" 

"John! Stick your fingers back in her," Carol demanded!

I took a look at my now blue and swollen fingers, then grabbed Kay's hand, and stuck two of her own fingers in her.

With that Kay began, "I need something in my ass." 

Carol tried to console her, "Baby you jus..." She was interrupted by.

"I said, stick something in my fucking ass, now!" 

Carol grabbed the closest dildo and shoved it in. That shut her up, because Kay closed her eyes and faded off into sleep.

I looked at Melanie and then at Carol. They both seemed thunder struck. I held my hand up, it was beginning to swell.

I said, "See Carol, no good deed goes unpunished."

I began to laugh and Carol started as Melanie chimed in, "I need a fucking drink and I need it now!" 

We all laughed and went out to get our well earned drinks. Leaving Kay where she lay.



Magic Fingers Ch. 06



Melanie chimed in, "I need a fucking drink and I need it now!" 

Leaving Kay where she lay, we departed for our well deserved drinks.

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After we each had several swallows of wine. Carol cleared her throat, composing herself, "That went extremely well."

I choked, "WHAT."

"Yes. Now I know exactly what this poor girl needs." 

Melanie couldn't contain herself, because she blurted out, "A dildo in the ass?" 

Carol shot daggers at her and Melanie was subdued. "You two can be such asses at times.

"Now," Carol, went on. "Aside from feelings of inadequacy and suppressed anger, she has a physical problem, that is probably the root of all her emotional ones. With a small surgical procedure, I can correct her problem. 

"John, if I schedule her operation for next week, can you be available on," she thought for a moment, and then continued, "the 10th of next month?"

"Earth to Carol, come in Carol," I said. "If you will check your payroll list, you'll find my name isn't on it."

"I can fix that. I'll make you an offer you can't refuse." 

"Unless you're offering both your and Melanie's sexual favors at my beck and call, I doubt that."

"Come on John, I can offer you one hundred thousand dollars a year, that's not chicken feed. Not to hurt your feelings. Even though you own three trucks, you're still just a truck driver. -- How much could you be making a year?" 

I looked at Carol, a little upset for her stereo typing, and was ready to ruin a great relationship, when Melanie spoke. "I'd reconsider that Carol, John just plopped two hundred thousand down on a four hundred and fifty thousand dollar home. I know for a fact, he has an annual income as big as mine."

Carol jumped, as if someone had just slapped her. She ran over to me, taking my arm.

"Oh John, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean any of this as an insult, please believe me." 

Now, Carol couldn't seem to stop herself. "God, I'm so sorry, It's just some times I slip into my Doctor mentality and hard unfeeling crap flows out of my mouth. John, can you ever forgive me?"

"I can, but only if you promise me one thing."

I could see a brief flash of fear cross both Carol's and Melanie's faces and I could hear an edge of caution creep into Carols voice, "What do you want me to promise; John."

I took both of Carols hands and looked into her eyes, seeing fear and a flicker of distrust in those beautiful dark brown eyes, as I spoke.

"Carol; You must promise me, that when I screw up, you will find it, in your heart to forgive me as fast and easily as I now forgive you. And Carol; trust me, I will screw up."

I heard Melanie expel her breath in relief, as Carol took my face in her hands and kissed me hard on the lips. "Thank you John, you are sweet, and John; I forgive you, for being such an ass and making me worry that you were going to ask for something stupid."

There were tears in the corners of her eyes, and as I watched one trickle down her cheek, I heard Melanie, blow her nose, so I turned to see her in full tear mode.

I stretched my arms out and they both moved into them, our warmth permeating each other in a mutual embrace.

"It never fails," Carol quipped, as her pager went off.

When I saw her look at the numbers, I said, "I thought those went out with the dinosaurs."

She only half glanced up as she walked to her phone, saying, "It's still the fastest way to get prearranged messages out. 

"Oh Melanie." Carol was now back in Doctor mode again, "go in and wake Kay up and get her dressed. She needs to come back to the hospital with me, that's where she left her car."

Obediently, Melanie followed Carols orders, and in less than ten minutes, half awake, Kay was standing in the kitchen ready to go. 

Carol, still in Doctor mode, "Kay; say good night to John and Melanie and I'll meet you out in the car in two minutes."

We said our good nights to Kay, and I had trouble conceiving that this was the same woman, that less than one hour ago was screaming, "shove a dildo in my ass and shove it in NOW!"

When Kay was gone, Carol, now out of Doctor mode, said, "Why don't you two spend the night, and if you're up when I get back we can sit around and talk."

With that Carol was out the door.

"Good God John, tonight has been an emotional rollercoaster ride for me, I need another drink."

"Yeah; it's been an unusual evening, that's for sure."

"I'm not talking about unusual, I'm talking emotions."

So much for me being perceptive. I hadn't a clue as to what Melanie was talking about. So I faked it, by saying, "In what way Melanie?"

"Well, when Carol mentioned that there would be someone else coming for dinner, I felt disappointed and let down. I figured that only Carol and I would share you tonight."

"Oh," I said. Wanting to make a quip or at least a humorous comment, but fearing something really stupid would come out. I left it at an interested sounding, "Oh?" And allowed her to continue.

"Then when I saw Kay, my heart went out to her, she looked lost and in need of help. It was all I could do to stop myself from pushing the two of you together and telling Kay that you'd make it all better."

"Hold on here, you're making me sound like a doctors prescription. 

"Oh, and here's John, take him tonight and if he doesn't make you feel better, call me in the morning. Is that it?"

"No, John, it's. Well, maybe it is. You made me feel wonderful and I've fallen in love with you and..."

I couldn't believe what I just heard, was it possible that this classy, beautiful, intelligent and financially successful woman said she loved me? Did she really mean it or was that "I love you" only an expression, like "I'm going to fuck you silly". Who was I kidding, this woman deserves a lot better than me and I think she is smart enough to know it.

"John." I heard Melanie's voice, "John!"

I came back to reality, "Sorry but you hit on something and it started my brain thinking and I just zoned out. Sorry."

"What was it?"

"It was nothing. So go on tell me more about your emotional rollercoaster ride."

"Well, when I saw you making Carol come, I felt jealousy and then, when I saw Carols face contort and her body go stiff as a board, I got frightened. Actually, I found myself being frightened several times tonight. 

"Oh my God, as I think back over some of the things that happened, Carol's scream, Kay's scream.

"Shit, did I scream like that?"

"Well, I made a note, not to make you ejaculate unless I had earplugs."

"You did not." 

She walked over and sat in my lap and snuggled her face into my neck.

The urge to blurt out, Melanie I love you, came over me, but was squashed like a bug as fear crept in.

No, I thought, don't risk loosing Melanie and possibly Carol by saying something juvenile and stupid. The lyrics of a song popped into my head, "Take what they may give you and give of what you can and you'll sing in the sunshine and you'll laugh every day. You'll sing in the sunshine then be on your way..."

I was surprised by her whisper. "John, take me to bed and make love to me."

We went to one of Carol's other guest bedrooms where Melanie slipped out of her robe and like quick silver, slid under the covers. When I joined her, I held her tight in my arms, feeling the warmth of her, the softness of her skin and the fullness of her breast as she pressed them against me and wrapped her long lovely legs around me.

"Ooh," I breathed. "I love the feel of you against me."

"I can tell. I can feel your dick is growing and seems to know exactly where it wants to go."

I rolled her over and started to slide into her, when she looked into my eyes and then looked away as she said, "John, would you do something for me, if I asked?"

I sensed that this was not the time for levity so I responded, "Melanie, I can refuse you nothing, there is no need to ask, just tell me what you want."

"Let me get on my hands and knees and you can take me from the back."

"You mean doggy style?"

I felt her entire body become momentarily rigid. It was almost as if her body chemistry went through a sudden change.

She moved away from me and got on to all fours as she pushed her ass up. I think it was done in an effort to make it easier for me to enter her.

As I moved behind her, she turned her head. I could see her eyes seemed like they were ready to cry.

"What's wrong, did I hurt you and not know it." 

There must have been a small amount of panic in my voice.

She responded, "No. I'm fine, just, please be as gentle as you can. Please."

Holy Crap, I thought. Here I am hornier than hell, the first time I get to screw Melanie without an audience and she wants me to fuck her doggy style, while she is on the verge of tears. Then, she asks me to be gentle. No wonder my dick is getting soft. 

OK John, I told myself, you can do this. Nice and slow. Be Mr. Sensitive and don't shoot your wad into her after thirty seconds.

Oh Yaah, here goes. I began sliding my dick back and forth between her sweet pussy lips and I could feel the head of it rub over Melanie's tiny, tiny clit and my dick was getting hard again.

When I pulled back far enough, to where on the next push forward, my dick would slide into her.

She, in an urgent voice said, "NO." Then her voice softened as she continued, "No, not just yet, please keep doing what you're doing."

So I continued, thinking Shit, I could cum any second now and shoot my cum all over the bottom side of her big teats

Shit, I thought again, that thought isn't helping me control myself.

I decided to reach around to play with her clit and there was another "NO", and again her voice softened, "Just lay yourself on my back and play with my breasts."

Shit, I thought yet again, this is turning out to be Simon Says Sex. 

Simon says, play with my teats, Simon says, rub your dick over my clit, No Simon did not say stick your dick in me.

Da Dit, Dit, Dit Da Da, Dit Dit Dit, News Flash to John, something is going on, even if Melanie is keeping it to herself. Stop being a horny ass and pay attention. I'm sure if you do a good job, Ms. Melanie will let you fuck her any way you want, I told myself.

"Oooh, Melanie," I crooned, "why hadn't I noticed the back of your neck before. Can I kiss it and nibble on it, please."

In a confused way, she said, "Well, ah; yeah, ok."

I then began to kiss, lick and nibble her neck, but I didn't stop there. Bit by bit, I ever so slowly started to work my way down her spine and I felt her relaxing. Her head was no longer held rigid, looking up at the wall in front of her. It was now hanging down and slowly moving from side to side. She was so engrossed in the feeling, that I doubt she noticed when my dick slid away from her cunt.

My tongue was now down at the base of her spine and the beginning of the crack of her ass. I knew, that my next two moves would tell me how far she would let me go.

In one quick movement, I slid my tongue up her spine to the nape of her neck and was rewarded with a full body shudder. I lingered there for only a half a moment, before sliding my tongue all the way down her spine and into the crack of her ass, stopping just before I came to the edge of her now very tight pucker.

Once again I was rewarded with a shudder and she raised her ass high enough for my tongue to come in contact with her puckered asshole. I wasted no time, as I started to run my tongue around it and probe its opening. Melanie was responding, relaxing her muscles to let my tongue gain a few millimeters entry, before she tightened them and then relaxed them a little more.

I knew, from a past conversation, when Carol told her we had anal sex, Melanie firmly stated, she wanted nothing to do, with having a prick shoved up her ass. I had no desire to push anal sex off on her, but now, I was at a point, where I needed release.

I came up for air and said, "Melanie, I need to come soon." 

I never got to finish, because she reached down between her legs, took hold of my dick and guided it into her warm wet pussy.

I remembered her words and began to move slowly in and out, it was excruciating pleasure.

I wanted to come. I needed to come, but I also needed to feel her come with me. So in a pleading voice I said, "Melanie please, I need to feel you come and I don't know how much longer I can hold out."

"Fuck me hard John, fuck me hard, I need you to ram yourself against me and make me cum for you."

I started ramming my prick into her, the sound of my belly slapping her ass got louder and faster until I cried out, "I can't wait."

On the next deep stroke I pushed in and stayed in as I felt my prick shoot three times and then I felt her cunt clench tight and pulse around my prick as I released more cum into her.

I collapsed on her back as I felt the throbbing of her cunt slacken as she to collapsed to the bed with me still on top of her. She felt so good inside, as I tensed my muscles and my dick throbbed once in her. In response, she tightened her muscles and gave a squeeze to my prick.

I slid off and Melanie rolled on her side. We kissed and fell asleep in each others arms, not waking until 7:30 the next morning.

Melanie had a 9:00 am. meeting with a client and was in a rush. I told her to go, that I'd eat a big breakfast and call a cab. We kissed, and I didn't want to let her go, until she forced me to release her.

"Sorry," I said, "I got carried away."

"I like when that happens," Melanie said, as she headed for the door.

Once again reminding me of the song lyrics, "take what they may give and give of what you can..."

I watched her go and poured myself another cup of coffee and buttered another piece of toast.

The maid told me that she heard Ms. Carol come home just after 3:00 am. and I was told that Ms. Carol comes home and then has to go back to work many times.

I walked down the hall to the room where we slept last night, to get my things. Then I would call a cab and leave a note for Carol. However, I noticed the door to the master suite was open so I decided to go in and give Carol a good-by peck on the cheek.  

When I looked in, there was Carol, sitting up in bed, reading, probably, A Tail of Two Titties, I mean A Tail of Two Cities. She was wearing a black negligee that not only exposed a good part of two beautiful breasts, but two erect nipples.

She looked up and seeing me said, "See anything you like, Oops, judging by the front of your pants, I'd say you do. Come here Baby," and she held out her arms to me.

I came to her, sat on her bed and hugged her. It was one of those warm sensuous hugs and I closed my eyes and let the feeling wash over me. I could have stayed in her embrace for a lot longer, if it hadn't been for my prick being so restricted.

I stood and took my pants off as Carol said, "Come here baby let me take care of that for you."

I took Carols hand from my dick and said, "Slide over Darlin, you've had a long night, so it's my turn to take care of you."

I kissed her eyes shut and held her face in my hands. Ever so softly, I kissed her lips, her chin and her neck. She responded so well when I kissed her neck, I decided to suck on it and she became excited. I sucked harder and left a mark, before moving to her breasts.

Her dark rough nipples held a special fascination for me and I played, pulled, pinched and sucked on them, before moving my mouth south.

I kissed all over her belly on my route to her clit. When I got there, I didn't want to play around, I just sucked it into my mouth, because Carol had the most responsive clit of any woman I have ever come in contact with.

I could feel her pulse, feel blood pump into it and even when it was at its full length and width, I could feel the beat of her heart.

Lordy, it was a big, big turn on for me. Not to mention Carols reactions as I sucked and licked.

She kept pushing her hips up and down, and I got the idea that she wanted to fuck my mouth. I pushed my lips forward, almost like I was going to whistle and that let her clit slide in and out like it was a small prick fucking a small pussy.

On each of her thrusts in, I would lick the tip and that seemed to send additional quivers into Carol.

When her humping became faster, I knew she was close, so on one of her thrusts, I sucked in as hard as I could, pulling her clit into my mouth as far as possible and I held the suction, applying pressure to the base of it with my lips.

Carol laced her legs over my shoulders and around my neck, pulling my head into her cunt as she arched up, and came, with grunts, growls and groans of pure animal pleasure. 

I was so proud of her for having such a loud orgasm and I was so fucking horny from it. I wanted her to stop cumming and suck my dick into her mouth, after all, I probably wouldn't last twenty seconds.

When she was done and her hips were back on the mattress, she pulled me up from between her legs and kissed me, this time sliding her tongue into my mouth and for a long moment we explored each other a little more.

When we broke, Carol took my hand and said, "Come with me, I have something I think you'll like."

I took my hand back and said, "In the words of Kay, I need to cum and I need to cum now."

"Baby, I promise."

So with a throbbing dick and probably blue balls, I followed Carol into the shower and she positioned me against a wall. She turned a large handle and it began to rain from the shower ceiling.

Next, she put my dick against her ass and pushed back slowly as I slid into her.

Oh Yeah, any second now, I knew I was going to cum, when I saw her take a small hose off a shelf and connect it to a small spigot. She then inserted the hose into her ass along side my dick. For some reason, the feel of the cold vinyl hose rubbing against my prick was enough to stem the immediate urge to pump my cum into Carol's ass.

Next she turned on the small spigot for the hose and I felt a flood of warm water around my dick.

She wasn't done yet, from a high shelf she got an inflatable dildo and put it deep up her cunt.

Next she turned a hand held shower massage on, turned off the spigot and removed the vinyl hose.

"Ready," she said. 

I started to say for what, but four quick pumps and the inflatable dildo was now pressing hard against my prick in her ass.

"Can you move in and out," she asked? 

I tried and couldn't move much, but before I could speak, Carol gave the dildo three more pumps, and my dick was essentially squeezed flat in her ass.

With out another word, she turned the shower massager on her clit. The problem was that more than half the spray was hitting my balls. 

I was on my toes trying to get away from the pounding it was giving my nuts as Carol encouraged me, "Come on Baby, fuck me, push into me hard." 

I did and I could feel the warm water slosh against only the head of my prick.

Good God, I was on sensory overload. 

Here I was, Feeling I had to cum, no, knowing I had to cum, standing on my tippy toes in a rain shower. My dick in Carols ass, an oversized dildo in her cunt, that was squashing my dick, preventing me from cumming, as water slued over the head of it, as Carol sprayed a high pressure hose on my balls and was urging me to fuck her hard.

My balls had just become accustomed to the spray, or perhaps they were numb, I'm not sure which, when Carol yelled "Fuck I'm cumming, fuck me hard."

Suddenly there was a release of pressure on my dick and I started to fuck her ass when I felt my balls contract and I started to cum. The muscles in my ass cheeks were clenched so tight it hurt as I erupted, all the while furiously fucking Carols ass.

I felt her cum and suddenly there was a flood of water. In gushes it ran over my prick, the feeling, intensifying my orgasm, a new gush with each of Carol's contractions.




Magic Fingers Ch. 06



By the time we were both finished, we could hardly move.

"Any chance you could carry me back to the bed," Carol asked.

"Sure," I replied. "But not today."

"Ok. As a doctor I know there is only one thing for this." 

"What's that," I questioned?

Carol pushed the rain shower lever to cold and said, "Shock therapy."

It worked.

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I told her, I had best be leaving, but, I could use a cup of her excellent coffee to get me going again.

I got dressed and Carol put on a violet silk robe. I found myself wondering exactly how many of these robes did she have.

We walked to the kitchen and Carol poured me a cup while saying. "You've made a big difference in Melanie, I hope you two had great sex last night, with you on top."

"No; she didn't want to do it missionary style last night."

"WHAT!" Carol almost dropped her coffee.

"What's wrong?" 

Carol didn't answer. "Was she on top," she demanded.

"NO," I shouted! "And what difference does that make and why do you want to know how we screwed."

"John, trust me, its important that I know, if she is moving forward or not."

"Ok, if you have to know, we did it doggy style."

I saw Carols eyes shoot wide open. "You didn't use the term doggy style, did you?"

"Well, yeah."

"Now, you have to tell me everything and don't leave the smallest detail out."

"Carol, I'm not saying another word until I find out what in the hell is going on, and why it is that I feel like I could be fucking Melanie up."

"Alright, I see your point and I guess because of the situation, you have a right to know."

"What situation?"

"Men." Was the only word I got out of Carol.

"Fine, let me begin, you know that Melanie walked in on some pretty kinky sex between her husband and the neighbors and that they tied her up, raping her the entire weekend.

Well, here is what you don't know. The neighbors wife put the screw on type nipple clips on Melanie's nipples and one on her clit and left them there the entire weekend. After the first day of sexually abusing her and degrading her, the sick perverted bitch had an idea. I won't go into a lot of detail of how and what happened. It's enough to say that there was a dog fight. Melanie received several bites on the buttock mostly, the back of her thigh, her shoulder and right ear. The ass holes actually took pictures of her bloody bites.

When Monday finally came, the neighbors were afraid that she'd go to the police and wanted to keep her chained in their basement. Her husband, fortunately was a greedy bastard and knew she had a big closing that day. He put his foot down and promised that he could make her their slave and Melanie played along. When the neighbors left, Stan cleaned and dressed her and was personally going to stay by her side all day, to reinforce his will on her.

Little did the shit head know that Melanie had a hand taser in her purse. She zapped the stupid fuck the first chance she got.

She drove to my clinic and I was called in to look at her, when the admitting nurse saw her condition.

Aside from the dog bites, that required rabies shots. I can't recall how many stitches she needed in various areas from deep gashes caused by the dogs claws. She had human bite marks on her breasts, inner thighs and one that actually tore through the skin of her labia. The nipple clips had cut through the skin and caused enough damage to where she will never be able to nurse a child. The clip that was applied to her clitoris, cut off the blood supply completely and most of it had to be removed.

"I did reconstruction and enhancement on her breasts, labia, buttock, right ear and clitoris.

"Emotionally Melanie was a rock, on the outside, inside she had and probably still has several demons.

"Now do you see why I ask and why it's important for me to know."

"I do now Carol, and I appreciate the fact that you trust me enough to tell me the whole truth."

"You are such a shit John, Ok, here is the rest of the story. While Melanie was in the hospital, I forbad her husband from seeing her, though he tried almost daily. Melanie wouldn't take any messages from him and when he sent flowers she asked the nurse to take them away and either keep them or give them to another patient who might appreciate them. Melanie only had two visitors, one I know was her lawyer, the other one, I shudder to even speculate on."



Magic Fingers Ch. 07



... "Melanie had only two visitors while she was in the hospital. I know one was her lawyer, the other, I shudder to even speculate on."

"Why," I asked? 

"Melanie has a lot of old family connections and is well acquainted with many people, from Doctors to truck drivers and others, who earn their living, doing less reputable work."

"Did either you or Melanie call the cops and what happened to the neighbors." 

"I'm getting to that. And No. Melanie forbad me to file a police report.

"Her husband, Stan, owned a small construction company. Only days after meeting with her second visitor, Stan began to have a run of very bad luck. It started with labor problems and OSHA was called in, assessing him with heavy fines. Next, a bank called in one of his commercial building loans. Strangely, the IRS also picked this time to audit Stan's books. The list of his financial and business problems seemed to grow by the day.

"About a month later, Stan and the neighbors, a Mr. and Mrs. Sloan, were arrested by the local police, down in Hermosillo, Mexico, for drug trafficking. It seemed that the Sloan's were approached with a business deal that would make them a lot of money. The only snag was that they would have to buy, create or find someone who owned a construction company that could be used as a front. They approached Stan and he saw this as a way to solve his money problems, so he agreed to partner up with them. They were found guilty and to the best of my knowledge are still in a Mexican prison.

"Now, John, it's your turn, in detail, tell me everything that happened."

As I was giving Carol a blow by blow description of last nights sex, I found myself analyzing every move that was made, every word that was spoken and I realized with a slight panic, that if I had said or done the wrong thing, I could have, fucked up Melanie's head even worse.

Evidently, Carol picked up on it. "John, stop. Do not start analyzing yourself and Melanie. If you do, you'll kill your feelings for her and mess up your relationship."

I picked up on the words FEELINGS and RELATIONSHIP and felt a prickly heat begin to rise up the back of my neck and for a reason, that I am sure only Doctor Sigmund Freud could explain, I became defensive.

"What are you talking about, you make the words feelings and relationship sound like something more than what they are!"

"Aaa Haa! A tender nerve I see. Anyway, you're dense and Melanie is stupid, so there is no sense in me wasting my valuable time. Don't you have a tank or a tractor or something to drive to Denver or where ever it is you go?"

"As a matter of fact, I do."

"Good," she said. "The keys to my Saab are there on the wall key rack. You take the car back to the motel, leave the keys at the desk and I'll have the dealership pick it up for servicing. That should work out well for everyone. I'll give you a call or two, during your absence."

She stood, walked over and hugged me to her and whispered, "You have wormed your way into my heart in only two days. I will miss you while you're gone, so, please be safe."

She kissed me gently on the lips and said, in a commanding voice, "Now go."

Three days out and for the first time ever, I felt homesick. I missed a call from Melanie, because I had no cell signal in the desert, East of San Antonio and promised myself, I'd give her a call when I stopped for the night.

I pulled into a Petro Truck Stop to fuel up, shower and spend the night. My cell phone rang, as I was waiting in a line of trucks to fuel. "Hello, John here."

"You are such a dumb shit, John Drake. If you had a brain and any common courtesy..."

There was no mistaking Carols voice. "Mom," I said. "Mom is that you?"

"You really are an ass. You know perfectly well who this is and I've called to give you a piece of my mind. -- Melanie is worried sick. She has called me more times. - She even admitted, that she had. --- Forget it, I'm not saying another word. -- John, call her. I expect you to grovel, plead for forgiveness and if you don't say sorry at least ten times, I'll, call you a lot worse than a dumb ass. Good by John! -- Oh, I expect you to call me later and tell me how you begged for forgiveness and I'll know if you're telling the truth, cause I'm going to compare stories."

The line went dead.

It was now my turn at the pumps, and I just sat there as fear slithered over me. I wanted to call Melanie, I had wanted to call her from the minute I climbed into my truck, but I was afraid to. What was I going to say? "Wow baby, we had great sex! I can't wait to come home and fuck you again." That would go over big.

I certainly couldn't blurt out, Melanie I love you and I have from the moment I met you. Melanie is a sweet, kind and caring woman. Any feelings she has for me, comes from her compassion for others. I saw it in her eyes, when she first looked at Kay and I'm sure her feelings for me are not that different.

I told myself, that somehow, I would have to control this emotion of mine and that I needed to put it into perspective. I had no desire to lose her or Carols love and friendship. The blast from an air horn brought me to my senses. I drove to a parking spot without fueling, I could do that tomorrow. Now, I had to call Melanie.

The phone was answered in an excited voice, that almost melted my resolve. "John, I'm so glad you called, is everything ok are you all right?"

"Melanie, before I say anything else, I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. Ok, now Carol won't beat the crap out of me and will stop calling me an insensitive shit. She made me promise to say I'm sorry ten times.

"Melanie, I know, I should have pulled over during the day and taken the time to call, but I just didn't think... Well, anyway, I hope you can except my apology."

"Oh John, it's nothing. I was just worried about you and I'm relieved that everything is fine. -- I should call Carol and yell at her for making you feel bad about not calling."

The conversation moved on to the weather, my trip, Melanie's job, and as it flowed, it became more comfortable and bonding. After two hours and three minutes, according to my cell phone, I begrudgingly said good night and promised I'd call tomorrow night, despite the two hour time difference.

As my trip went on, I found myself taking pictures with the digital camera that I kept in the truck, e-mailing them to both Melanie and Carol. I sent pictures of mountains, sunsets, saguaro cactus, roadrunners, coyotes. Anything I found interesting, I took a picture of. Melanie would talk about the pictures I sent and say things like, You are so lucky to travel and see these things, and I wish I was with you. Carol would send me dirty jokes, mostly about doctors, lawyers and blondes.

On my trip East, Carol and Melanie weren't the only women to call. Carla and Ike wanted to know when I'd be arriving in Atlanta. When I left them two weeks ago, I was anxious to return. Now, what I wanted most was to turn around and go home, to be back with Carol and most of all Melanie.

I got unloaded and before calling Ike and Carla, I called my next pick up point and asked if there was any chance they could load me a day early. I was told, no promises, but if the night crew had time, they would do what they could and call me whenever the load was ready. I thanked them and then called Carla's number.

She offered to come over and pick me up at the truck stop. I explained I had an early load pickup so it would be easier for me to bobtail over to their apartment. She gave me directions and an hour later I parked my tractor on the street in front of their apartment complex. 

Ike was standing outside waiting for me. "Wow stranger, you are looking good. Come on in. Do ya want a drink?" 

"No, sorry. If I have to drive tomorrow morning, I can't have any alcohol in my system." 

"Bummer," was the response I got.

Carla came out of the bedroom, followed by, to put it kindly, a rather obese woman. Carla ran up to me and flamboyantly, threw her arms around my neck saying, "John my love, it has been a long two weeks," and she started to kiss me quite passionately. The blood that had been in my head rushed to my dick.

"Oh, John, I can feel how happy you are to see me." She said as she grabbed my now hard cock.

My introduction to the rather obese woman was very brief. "John, this is Tanya, she is a non believer."

"Hi Tanya. It's a pleasure." I held out my hand.

She looked at it for a moment, before giving it a dainty shake. "Hi."

Carla didn't seem to notice the cold response I got and went merrily on. "Oh, I'm so horny, I'll probably squirt the minute you put those magic fingers inside me."

Ike spoke now, "John, you said you were still learning, so we thought you would like a video of you making us squirt, so you can look at all the action later, do you mind?"

The thought intrigued me and I could definitely see the use of it. "Yeah, Ike, that's a real good idea, thanks."

Carla, with arms fluttering, "Come on, I'm ready."

She pulled off her t-shirt and yanked down her shorts. Yet again there was no panties or bra. "Less talk, more action, come on into the bedroom."

I stepped in and stopped in my tracks. It was like a porn studio. They had not one but three cameras and I guessed Ike was the camera person. There was a quart bottle of sensual lube, a life time supply for most people. There was a small pile of dildos and vibrators and a large stack of towels. These girls were serious.

"Ok, John, show Tanya how you can make me squirt." At that Carla flopped on the bed with legs spread. "John, you won't need much foreplay, I'm ready and I went to the bathroom just before you got here."

As I approached Carla, she started playing with her breasts, pinching her nipples and said, "Hurry John, or I'll cum without your help, and that's nowhere near as much fun."

I applied a healthy amount of lube to my fingers. Carla smiled and said, "You really won't need much of that."

I slipped my fingers over what I could see were very puffy outer lips. As my fingers touched her hard clit, Carla began to moan.

"Oh yeah John, just rub it a little more for me. Oh God yes," she cried. "See, I got myself ready for you, so now, I need you to make me squirt. Now John. Make me cum like before."

Sliding my fingers into her, I immediately found her very inflated and rock hard gland. No telling, how long she had been masturbating in order to get it that big and hard. This was going to be a new experience for both of us.

There was no warm up here, she was beyond ready. I tapped hard several times and her back arched instantly. With my left hand, I pushed down on her belly, just behind her mound, while pushing up and stroking inside. In less than twenty seconds she was screaming, thrashing her head wildly, her hands had the sheets clenched in them. Her body was heavily arched as she became a human fire hose. I reached up and started whisking my fingers over her clit as the first long stream ceased. There were several small shorter spurts that erupted with each of her body's subsequent aftershocks.

As she was lowering her hips to the bed, she was breathing in short whimpers. I placed my hand on her belly and was ready to plunge my fingers back in her, when Tanya lunged between Carla's legs. Tanya's face was buried in her cunt. The weight of it seemed to crush Carla back into the bed. Tanya was completely naked, not a very pretty sight as images of Carol and Melanie flashed in my mind.

I stood there and watched as Carla began a cry out "Oh Fuck, Ooh Fuck, Oooh FUCK! I'm gona Squirt!"

Carla did not say another word. Her body became rigid, but there were no other signs of her squirting or having an orgasm, until Tanya took her mouth away.

My eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing. Tanya's tongue was still in Carla's cunt, even though her mouth was several inches away. A small gush of fluid pulsed from Carla as Tanya moved back and closed her mouth around the splayed and pulsing pussy. 

Carla's eyes opened in a look of horror, she couldn't speak, and she was breathing like she was hyper-ventilating. Spurts were sloshing out the sides of Tanya's mouth as Carla began to squirt again. For only a few seconds, Tanya pulled her head out of Carla's crotch and the spurting stopped.

I watched as Tanya withdrew her very long tongue and brought it up to glide over Carla's clit, before she pulled it back and let it crawl into Carla's open hole. Once again she pushed her face back into Carla and in seconds more gushes were escaping Tanya's lips.

Finally, like a last gasp of the dying, Carla started to hit Tanya's head, but she wouldn't move. It took a few seconds before it dawned on both Ike and I that she needed help. We both pulled Tanya's body down and away from Carla's crotch, not an easy task, considering her weight and the fact that she was fighting us, trying to claw her way back.

"Tanya, stop!" Ike yelled at her and gave her flabby ass a hard swat. That seemed to bring Tanya out of her insanity.

Tanya, was breathing heavy and dripping from Carla's squirting, "I couldn't stop myself, I was so horny from watching her squirt. I just wanted to feel her pulse around my tongue." 

Ike grabbed a dildo and tossed it at Tanya.

I was at Carla's head, stroking her brow, she seemed traumatized.

Ike came up and said, "Do you want a dildo in you?"

All Carla could do was nod her head yes, and whimper softly as she closed her eyes.

Ike spoke up, "OK, let's go into the living room for a break and let Carla rest. Tanya, come on you can finish that in the living room, just take a towel with you."

"Ike, normally, I don't and won't drink before I drive, but right now, I could use a cold beer."

"Do you mind bud?"

"I don't care, so long as it's in a glass or bottle I'm fine."

I was watching Tanya masturbate with the dildo. There really wasn't much to see. Her entire hand had disappeared, covered by the overhang of her belly. You couldn't see if she had pubic hair. I did know, she had an abnormally long tongue and when she was done, I had some definite questions.

Ike came out with my bottle and sat down beside me. "That," she said, "was interesting. Have you ever seen a woman squirt, while she was being eaten out."

"Never." I said, "Tanya must have a fairly long tongue."

"Oh, that she does, she can reach places in you that no man has touched before."

We both sat back and watched Tanya, kneeling on the towel, I guess with her legs spread, it was hard to tell. You could hear a squishing sound coming from Tanya's, well , from some where between her legs as a never ending shower of sticky drops would slowly stretch to the towel on the floor.

Ike and I both finished our beer. We hadn't guzzled it, we were both sippers and it took us close to twenty minutes to drain the bottles. Tanya was still at it. She seemed to be in a trance. I looked at Ike, "How long can she make it last before she has an orgasm?"

"Well, she once told me that she had an orgasm with every stroke of the dildo. That is why she goes into a type of trance."

"That's not possible. Is it?" 

Ike looked at me saying "Yeah it is. I guess that sounds almost as crazy as believing a woman can ejaculate, weird hua."

"People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, should they." I said. 

"No," she agreed. "You shouldn't. -- Lets go in and see how our little Carla is doing." 

Carla had her eyes open when we walked in. "Are you ok Honey", Ike crooned. 

Carla looked up and with more vigor than what I expected her to have, said, "That GD Tanya with that fucking Giraffe tongue of hers, she never knows when it's enough. I swear, she could tongue fuck you until you died and wouldn't stop until the smell got to her."

"That's revolting," said Ike. 

"OK, when was the last time that she tongue fucked you that you didn't have to fight your way off her tongue.

"Where is that fat ass any way."

"Carla, be nice, she is in the living room. With a dildo." 

"Go and slap her ass and get her out of it. If John is willing, I'd like to see if he can make her squirt."

"You want me to get her to have an ejaculation?"

"Yeah, you said you wanted to learn and experiment, what bigger experiment could you have than her."

Once again, the thought intrigued me. Hay, I thought, what could it hurt, "If Tanya is willing, so am I."

Tanya came in, still naked. Carla had vacated the bed and Tanya laid down. I didn't want to hurt the poor girls feelings, but, let me describe what I was up against. Tanya was a natural strawberry blonde, with long hair down to her shoulder blades. She had extremely light brown eyes and a flawless complexion. Like so many women with fat faces, she would probably be described as drop dead beautiful if she lost some body weight. Her breasts too would have been a point of loving fascination, but the extra weight made them move like they were stuffed with jello that hadn't completely firmed. Her stomach or stomachs, could only be described as roll after roll of flab, that if poked, would ripple, like calm water that just had a stone dropped in it. Her legs, even when spread, met at the knee. How was I going to find her labia and if I did how could I squeeze my hand past all the over lapping obstructions.

Tanya lay there expecting me to do something, so I grabbed the bottle of lube and spread a large quantity on my hand. I was tempted to put some up my arm, but I didn't want to hurt her feelings.

I started to slide my hand between her legs and realized I hadn't said word one to this woman and chastised myself for not treating her like I did Ike and Carla.

"Tanya," I said. "I noticed as you were having orgasms in the living room that you were very quiet. I need you to be far more vocal. I need you to talk to me, moan, groan, tell me stop, go, red light green light." 

At that she chuckled and spoke, "You're worried, I'm to fat and that you won't even be able to find my cunt, aren't you." Her words came out as a statement, not a question.

I nodded my head, saying "Yes, and I'm so afraid I'll hurt your feelings."

In a hostel tone she said, "Well John, at least you're honest."

I took offense to her tone and looked at her, square in the eyes and said, "Is it honesty that you value?"

"Yes," she said firmly and just as hostel.

"Well then, Tanya, I believe I'm going to hurt your feelings."

A look of surprise crossed her face as I continued. "Honesty is a virtue that one must first find in themselves before looking in others. The search for your own honesty requires courage. -- You Tanya are a beautiful woman, in hiding. Where is your honesty? You know you have demons that you have not even tried to face."

Tanya's face had the look of shock as she rolled over and began to cry. My heart went out to her, as I sat by her side and stroked her hair.

Carla came up to me with an angry expression. "Now look what you've done, there is no way you're going to make her squirt now."

"Carla, be quiet and pretend I have a do not disturb sign up."

A long minute passed and I put my lips to Tanya's ear. "You are such a fraud." I whispered, "I didn't think you knew how beautiful you could be, but you do. You know. I'll bet you stand naked in front of the mirror."

"How do you know." she whispered back. 

"Until now, it was just a guess, now I know for sure."

She reached up from her side and tried to hit me and missed.

"Ok," I said. "Now I make you squirt, so here is a towel, wipe your eyes and let's show off."

Not three minutes later Tanya was on her back and I had my hand between her legs. I had no problem finding her clit or pushing my fingers in and finding her spongy spot. The problem arose, when I went to push on it. It disappeared. I couldn't apply any pressure to her abdomen. There was just too much fat. My other problem was that with all the rubbing and pushing her peritoneal gland was swollen to the point where it was obviously causing her discomfort.




Magic Fingers Ch. 07



Tanya was almost crying, saying "I feel like I have to pee and you're not letting me, please let me."

Crap, I had to think, there must be a way to use her weight as a solution and not a problem. A light bulb went on in my head.

"Tanya, your spot is to deep inside you.", I lied. "In order to reach it I need you to get on your hands and knees".

She did, and I was able to apply more pressure, but with out pushing on her belly, it wasn't enough. Another light bulb. I needed more pressure, and I remembered Kay, there was lots of pressure on my fingers that night.

I leaned over and whispered, "Tanya, can you take a dildo in your rectum."

Tanya stopped breathing, "What?" 

"Can I put a dildo in your rectum?"

"Yeah, OK," she said. "I don't mind, I like the feeling."

I grabbed one that was tapered with lumps that got bigger as it got closer to the end of the shaft. I quickly lubed it up to where the stuff was dripping off. I stuck three fingers into Tanya's cunt as I slowly inserted the dildo in her rectum. It was working, her button didn't move as I pressed down on it. 

Tanya began, "I'm peeing, I'm peeing! Take it out, take it out now."

For some reason I was thinking about the dildo in her ass, so I quickly pulled it out. She screamed "OH GOD."

As she pushed her ass in the air, my fingers now slid out as Tanya pumped jets of spray, hitting Ike and drenching one of the cameras. 

"Oh fuck, oh fuck." she started to say as she flopped down, Her ejaculation fluid was not spurting, but still was coming out in small gushes as she lay face down trying to catch her breath.. I too was exhausted after that one. 

Carla came up to me saying, "That was incredible", as she started to undo my pants.

I began to help and as I stepped out of my underwear, Carla grabbed my dick and said, "Are you in for a treat.

"Tanya, turn your head this way, so you can thank John properly."

Tanya was still breathing hard, as Carla stuck my dick right under Tanya's nose. Tanya's tongue came out of her mouth like a snake out of a cave. It twisted and lapped around my dick. It really did send shivers up my spine as I watched its snake like motion swirl around my cock.

I closed my eyes to the sensation of her incredible tongue, as I felt her suck the head of my cock into her mouth and the pointed tip of her tongue delved my slit at the top. She reached around and grabbed my ass. With a quick pull, her lips were at the base of my dick. She sucked and as that serpent tongue of hers slithered over my cock, I cried out. 

"Oh my God, I can't last long like this."

I was ready to give myself over and cum, when I felt her open her mouth. I was still buried deep in her throat, yet I felt her tongue slide along the base of my prick. Her tongue moved out from the confines of her mouth and it felt like it wrapped it self around my balls and was now pulling them into her mouth.

"Oh Fuck," I said. "Tanya, I'm going to cum."

She flicked her tongue over my balls, as my body shook in spasms with each burst of cum that I released. When I was spent, she let go of my balls and began to suck, while she slid her lips back up my shaft. When she only had the head left, I felt her tongue as its tip seemed to slide into my slit and lick out every possible drop. When she released me, I sat on the bed beside her and whispered in her ear, "Talented and don't let me forget, courageous enough to face and conquer demons."

She whispered, "Thank you John, for making me be honest with myself."

Carla was jumping up and down for joy as I got dressed.

"What has got you so happy." I asked as we walked into the living room so Tanya could rest.

"We won't have to fuck another truck driver, thanks to you."

I was puzzled, "What are you talking about?"

"Well, we sold some video rights and even made a few bets."

My voice started to go up "You did what?"

"Don't worry John, we'll cut you in, We won two hundred dollars on bets that I couldn't squirt and five hundred that you couldn't make that fat cow in there squirt, plus other money that won't come in for a while, so John, here's three hundred for you, next time, we'll make more."

I took the three hundred, laced up my shoes and walked back into the bedroom where Tanya lay on the bed. She looked up at me.

"Tanya, These are no friends. They used you and me, to make money. Here is my card, if you truly want help, call and I can put you in touch with a woman doctor I know. If there ever was a miracle worker, it's her. 

I handed her the three hundred. "Here is your cut of the money they made off you, don't let them do it again."

I gave her a pat on the shoulder and walked out of the bedroom. I looked at both Ike and Carla and said, "Ladies, I hope you make that money last. Oh and ladies, do me a favor, don't ever call me again."

With that, I walked out the door as I heard Carla tell Ike, "See I told you we should have given him more money."



Magic Fingers Ch. 08



I was headed home and had every intention of cheating on my logbook. I was going to turn a three and a half day, twenty two hundred mile drive into slightly less than a two and a half day trip.

I left Atlanta, just before five Wednesday morning and dropped my trailer at the TA plaza in Ontario, Friday, just a little after ten in the morning. From there I bob-tailed, back to Pine Valley. Of course, gaining three hours worth of time changes didn't hurt.

I was excited to be home, to be able to spend time with Melanie and Carol. The very first thing I did when I got to the Holiday Inn was to take a cell phone picture of me with the hotel in the back ground and sent it to both of them.

Melanie was the first to call. "Are you really back? You told me you couldn't make it until late Saturday."

"Melanie, if the DOT ever looked at my logbook, I'd be hit with a fine so big I couldn't afford to buy that house." 

I told her when I left Atlanta and when I got into Ontario. She responded with an "Oh my God, John, it feels like it takes me a day to drive up to Palm Springs and when I get there I'm so exhausted, all I want to do is take a nap.

"What made you come home so early?"

"You were my motivating force." I said and then realized I had better modify my words. "Yeah; just the thought of you and Carol was enough to make me break every speed limit and bypass every scale house in seven states."

"John, don't you ever do that again," she reproached me. "I never want to hear that you put yourself at risk to, well, at any kind of risk."

"I did it so I could spend extra time with you," I caught myself again. "You two beautiful women, who treat me with the awe and respect I disserve."

"Carol's right, you are a real ass at times."

"Funny, every time I talk to Carol all she says is, I'm dumb and you're stupid and she doesn't know why she waists her time with either of us."

Melanie sounded a little down now as she spoke. "Yeah; she tells me pretty much the same thing, but I have a lot of trouble believing her.

"Ok, John, I have some clients..."

I interrupted, "Melanie, when can I see you."

"Aah; look John, Aah; let me get with Carol and either she or I will give you a call, maybe we can go out for dinner tonight. OK John, I have to go now, talk to you later. Bye."

Why, did I feel like I had just been patted on the head and then told to go away. One minute she was glad to talk to me, happy that I was back and the next she was giving me a brush-off.

"What happened," I asked myself.

I needed a shit, shower and shave, so I stripped and went into the bathroom. No sooner, did I have shaving cream on my face and my cellphone rang. A quick look and I saw it was Carol.

With a silent prayer, that this would be a more congenial call, I opened my phone only to hear, "Get your ass back out on the road and don't come back till Saturday night."

"Hi Carol. It's always so nice to talk to you as usual."

"Don't be an ass. We had the entire evening planned out, reservations at The Starlight in San Diego, a play and then the rest of the night of unrestrained sex. And now you have gone and ruined our plans. I expect you to pay for tonight's dinner at the Viejas Indian Casino and a show."

"Yeah, Carol, that sounds great to me. I'll make the reservations, what's a good time." 

It was hard for me to be up beat, even though it was good talking with Carol. 

"Snap out of it. Make them for 7:30 and get some rest."

"Ok, that sounds good. Is Melanie coming?" No sooner had I said that and I knew I fucked up.

"That's it!" Carol said in a raw hard voice. "You two have just pushed me over the edge.

"Yes John; Melanie will be there; you will be there; I will be there and we will, once and for all put an end to this crap so I can get a full nights sleep. And John, when I see you next, you had better be the same John I last saw. I have some big plans and you two aren't going to fuck them up.

"Oh; one last thing. I need to laugh, so be sure the show is a comedian. 

"Good Bye John, see you there at 7:30." With that, the phone went dead. ----------

At 7:00, I was sitting at the upstairs bar, sipping a whisky sour, and waiting for 7:30 to roll around, so I could go downstairs to the restaurant. Hopefully they would be there, waiting for me.

There was a down stairs bar, next to the restaurant. For some unknown reason, I didn't want to be there when Melanie came in.

I was pulled from my doldrums by the sound of Carols voice. "So John, there you are. Was the bar downstairs filled when you came in," she said sweetly as she walked over to me.

She put her arm around my neck and with all her body weight stepped on my foot as she whispered in my ear, "If you don't turn back into the sweet and wonderful John I know, I'll knee you in the nuts. Trust me; I know how to make it look like an accident." 

"You're breaking the bones in my foot."

"Yes, I know," she said with a smile. "Now, let's see a big smile for me and Melanie over there. Come on, wave to her."

I did as requested and my foot was released.

"I'm so glad I didn't have to knee you in the nuts, I have plans and it would have distressed me if you hadn't cooperated. Oh; and John if it makes you feel any better, I had to threaten Melanie with worse."

We walked over to Melanie and she stuck her cheek out for me to kiss. I saw the smile leave Carol's face as she took a big step forward and planted her foot on Melanie's, quickly prompting Melanie to put her arms out and kiss me on the lips.

Very nice, I thought, as I began to respond to Melanie's kiss and I could feel her responding to mine.

I heard Carols voice, "Shall we go down to dine?"

Carol went ahead of us as Melanie and I walked down holding hands. I don't know who took whose hand first, but it felt comfortable and warm.

Carol was talking with a woman, then walked back to us, noticing we were still holding hands. "Well," she said, "that's a start, but no matter. Come on you two, we have a table waiting."

I said, "But it's not 7:30, we haven't been called."

Carol didn't respond as we were led to what I could only call a very discrete table, well away from the others. I held the chair out for Carol, then for Melanie and seated myself.

Carol wasted no time before she began. "Shut up both of you. I don't want to hear a word, not even a sound, just nod your heads if you under stand." 

Melanie nodded. I started to speak and was interrupted by, "Are you the knucklehead of the group. Just nod." 

This time I did as directed.

"Move your chairs together so they touch." 

I raised my eyebrows in a question, but figured before I was kicked, I should do as asked.

"Now listen, both of you.

"John, you're first. You are a stupid dolt that needs to be told what is going on. Therefore I will.

"You Love Melanie. Nod your head yes John, pretend you're normal." 

I nodded.

"John, FYI, Melanie loves you. Though why I haven't a clue, but you need to accept this as a fact. End of discussion.

"Now for our lovely, but dim witted Melanie. If I need a club to get you to understand, I'll get one.

"John loves you, despite the fact that you are moody and lack self-confidence. You love John. That's how simple this is. Don't complicate things and no more late night calls asking if John has called."

Melanie and I looked at each other and I reached out and pulled her to me saying, "I am totally and helplessly in love with you, but I was so afraid that if I showed it to much I would force you away from me."

"Oh John; I was just as foolish. I worried about our age difference. Carol kept telling me that you loved me, but I was afraid it was just the sex and I didn't want to lose you."

We kissed, long and hard, with tears of joy coming to our eyes.

When we broke apart, Carol began again, "Now, I get to throw a fly in the ointment. I love Melanie, not as a lover, but as a sister and I in my heart, feel she loves me."

Melanie, leapt up and threw her arms around Carol, kissing her cheek saying, "I do love you Carol and I'm so happy to hear you say you love me too."

"Yes, yes, yes," Carol said. "Now go sit down, there's more."

"I have feelings for John also. Not as a brother and not in the same way that you love him Melanie, but it's love none the less."

"I need to ask you Melanie, if you can share John and to ask John if he can agree to separate the love we both feel for him. Please wait Melanie, hear me out. I know that you do not feel comfortable with anal sex. I also know that John has an affinity for it as I do."

Melanie interrupted, "So you want me to share him with you?" Melanie's voice didn't sound hurt, it was posed as a calm question.

Carol spoke, "No Melanie, I need to know if you can share him with hundreds of women. 

"Stop, let me explain. I know this sounds far fetched, but I didn't know any other way to bring this up. Again, please do not interrupt, just listen and I'll make everything clear.

"Here we go. First, I had to get both you and John to see that you were meant for each other. Next, I asked you to look for a rehab clinic or spa that was up for sale, which you did. More quickly than I had anticipated, you came up with an extremely good one.

"Now, I am going to ask the two of you to join me in a business venture."

Melanie again interrupted, "What does this have to do with you and anal sex. If I have to, I'll let John do what ever he wants to me."

"Please Melanie, hear me out. John has a talent that wealthy women will pay for. You have a talent for organization and connections in the world of wealth. I have a talent for treating women with physical and some mental problems. However, in this venture, John's talent is the corner stone of a new clinical treatment center."

Melanie was no slouch, her eyes were now lit up and she was leaning forward. Her mind was probably ten steps in front of Carols. I was the one who couldn't keep up and was being left further behind by the second.

Melanie interrupted, saying, "I see where you're going Carol, and with the facility I found, this could be huge." 

Melanie was more excited than I had ever seen her. "We need to lock this place down; we need financing, a business plan, and banking." 

"Woe, Woe girl, you're forgetting one very important person here."

They both looked at me.

Melanie began, "Honey, this is incredible, it will mean millions to us."

Carol could see the confusion on my face and interrupted Melanie. "John, there are, and don't let this figure frighten you, over a hundred thousand very wealthy women who could benefit from your ability and will pay dearly for it, provided it is promoted properly. There are hundreds of thousands of women with lower financial means, that truly need the mental peace and confidence you can bring.

"Don't look so frightened. I'm not talking about you servicing that many women, though I have no doubt, it's probably every man's fantasy.

"In a nut shell John, we need to see if we can train others. Men, and or women to do what you do. You would be expected to personally service the upper end or higher paying clientele."

"Hang on here," I said. "I'm still back at the anal sex."

"I know; this is not fair to you, because this is what Melanie and I do. It would be like us all going in to start a trucking company. You would be the only one to understand what is going on.

"Let me break this down for you. There are many very wealthy women. I deal with a number of them and Melanie has contacts with I dear say hundreds more than I do.

"We want to open a clinic that would incorporate my present business and introduce your talent. Not just getting women to ejaculate, but your talent for getting to the root of a woman's problem, many of which have sexual overtones.

"Without you, there is no clinic. All of my expertise is being used. All of Melanie's contacts mean nothing, unless we can offer a one of a kind service.

"You Dear John are the only one with that ability. 

"Know this, you do not need Melanie's talents or mine, we are the ones that need you. Realistically, you're the one with the ability to help women with their problems and make a considerably large income for us all. Melanie was correct when she said millions."

"Ok." I said, "I under stand all that, but where does the anal sex come in."

"Melanie?" Carol asked, "are you sure you want to fall in love with this guy?"

"It's too late," Melanie said. "But where does the anal sex come in."

"OK." Carol said, "Envision this. When was the last time you saw John make a woman squirt when he didn't have a hard-on? Unless you intend to make servicing him your only job, I'd like to help.

"Let me tell you this Melanie. John has never been in my vagina, he has never even tried. I know he's been in yours, and I believe even from the beginning he knew there was a difference, just as I felt and knew you two loved each other, even if you wouldn't admit it.

"This is why I have to ask. Melanie, do you have a problem with John putting his fingers into other women's vaginas. Do you have reservations if he has to suckle their breasts and even uses his tongue on their clits or in their vaginas?

"Think, long and hard before you answer."

"I don't have to think about it, I know. I have seen John with his, not to be crude, prick in your ass and I felt no jealousy, I knew I loved him then. I've seen him with Kay and you, making you both ejaculate and all I truly felt was pride in him and of course a longing to have him do the same to me.

"I do see what you mean about his personal needs and I would rather know that John's dick was in your hands or wherever, rather than anyone else."

I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut during their discussion, a point that Carol was quick enough to bring up.

"As for me," I said. "Melanie, you are my true love the one I would give my life to. Carol, I also have a love for you, one that I feel deeply, but I must say to both of you that only Melanie has my sole."

"So," Carol said, "do we have an agreement on an equal partnership?"

We all lifted our glasses in a toast of agreement. --------

After the show, with comedian Katherine Madigan. Carol said, "As much as I'd like to have another series of orgasms and ejaculations, I need to be up at 4:00 a.m. for a surgery.

"John, I suggest you take Melanie upstairs and make sure she has a good time tonight, because tomorrow, you owe me."

She reached in her purse and handed me a key card to room 1123. She turned to Melanie, "I know this place is clean."

With that, Carol was off. I could not see her, but you could tell where she was, by all the heads that turned to look at her.

"You know, I must be the most envied man in this place, having dinner with the two most beautiful women in all of California."

"You wish," Melanie said.

"No, my wish will come true in about ten minutes."

"No, no, no; I'm not that easy. I want coffee and dessert."

"Are you sure you want room service interrupting us. Besides, I know they have those little refrigerators with stuff in them and coffee pots."

"I just want a quick cup and a little pastry."

"I just want to get into your panties as quick as possible."

"I'm not wearing any," she said.

"You really are my kind of woman."

"Carol made me take them off when we went to the ladies room, she wanted me to hike my dress up and put your hand between my legs, but I chickened out."

"You know, coffee and dessert is beginning to sound good and exciting. We can sit side by side and tomorrow you can tell Carol that you didn't chicken out."

"I'm thinking, I'd like to see what they have in those little refrigerators," she said as she turned toward the elevator. ----------

The room was huge; it must have been one of those high roller rooms. It even had a Jacuzzi.

"How about, I make us some coffee, while you get more comfortable, like naked."

"No." She said, "I'm not drinking hot coffee while I'm naked, some things I won't do."

"Come here."

I took her in my arms, looked in her eyes and told her I loved her and how happy and relieved I was to be able to tell her how I really felt. She started to cry as she told me of her fear, that I might reject her because she was five years my senior. She also told me how Carol threatened to remove her breast implants, leaving her with tits that would look like two deflated balloons, if she didn't grasp the reality that I loved her.

"That's ok," I told her. "She was crushing my foot as she threatened to crush my nuts if I didn't admit to myself and tell you that I was in love with you."

I held her in my arms, pulling her against me, inhaling the perfume of her bodies scent. We kissed, not with heated passion but with a tenderness that reflected our newly admitted love. When we broke, Melanie said, "Make me come John, make me squirt, make me feel loved."

It was only a hook and zipper and Melanie's dress was on the floor. Her breasts were the most tantalizing thing I could imagine. The minute she was on the bed, my lips were wrapped around a nipple and I was sucking it deeper into my mouth as her hands came up and pulled my head into her.

"John," she cooed. "Get undressed; I want to suck on you while you have your fingers in me.

"While you're getting ready, I have to use the bathroom."

When she came out, she had a dildo in one hand, a tube of KY and a note in the other. She smiled and said, "Carol was here, the note reads, Thought you could use these. Thinking of you and getting horny, Love Carol."

I was naked, my prick was hard and a drop of clear lubricant had just formed on top.

"That was sweet of her," I said, as Melanie hurried over, dropping the dildo, lube and letter on the bed. She knelt down, took my prick in her mouth, and began to suck while her lips were sliding back and forth over the head of my cock.

"Melanie; Honey; if you don't stop, I'm going to forget about making you squirt." 

With that, she stopped and with a slowness that elicited a moan from me, pulled her lips over and off the head of my cock. Then she moved to lie on the bed.

I placed my hand on her creamy soft belly and with only a slight pressure, raked my fingernails from her pubic mound to her bellybutton. Her hips rose and my hand slid back down her belly and between her legs. I leaned over and kissed her. She hugged me to her and I slid an arm under her neck as our tongues began their caressing as her hand reached out and began stroking me.

As my fingers slid between her outer lips, I realized that Melanie was not going to need any lubricating. My fingers slid over her tiny clit and she raised her hips up a little higher. She was responding far faster than she did the first time. Her body was more relaxed. Any tension that I could feel I was attributing to her anticipation of her ejaculation and climax.

I slipped two fingers into her and her back arched, making it so very easy for me to begin tapping on her quickly expanding button. This I thought would be a good time for me to change my mentality. Instead of trying to see how quickly I could get a woman to squirt, here was a perfect time to see how long I could make her hold off.

I pulled my fingers out, slid them over her clit and then returned them into her, tapping only twice, lightly and quickly. I kept my fingers in her, my palm on her clit and I didn't move them for five or six heart beats, before giving another pair of light quick taps. Again, I held my fingers still. I did this until I could tell she was feeling the need for more stimulation. I gave her more, a dozen quick hard taps, before returning to the old pattern.

She gave a soft whimpering "nooo" and began to push her ass into the mattress in an effort to get my fingers to hit the button, that would give her the release and pleasure her body was now beginning to crave.




Magic Fingers Ch. 08



I made a hook with my fingers and pulled up, raising her ass slightly above the bed and I began to tap more forcefully and stopped again. We had stopped kissing; her hand was no longer stroking my dick. Her brows were knitted in full concentration. I began to tap more and faster.

She was raising her hips and I slid my fingers out, only to hear a small frustrated exhale and another "No".

I rub my fingers up and over her clit briskly, then pushed them back in, pressing my hand hard against her cunt as she began thrusting forward and up. I now began tapping hard as she began a "yes, yeah, yes, Oh Yeah!"

On the next Oh from her lips, I slid my fingers back out to stroke her clit. Not what she had been wanting, judging by her desperate cry, "No, no, I was almost ready. Put them back in."

I did and as I began to tap, she was able to exhale the words "And don't take - Take - them out - again."

I was tormenting her and she new it. "Ok baby, here we go. Ready?" 

A very harsh quick "Yes!" was the response.

I placed my other hand on her belly and began to push down as I rubbed and pushed up on her button, while moving my palm over her clit. She froze for only a couple of seconds, then with a scream of "Ahhhh -- John!", she bucked my hand off her and thrusting her cunt forward, began to squirt.

It was only three short ones, before her hips came back down. I was there, my fingers plunged back into her as I pumped hard against her cunt and rock hard gland. In only seconds, she was squirting again, bigger longer squirts than before. Her breathing was ragged, in quick short sharp inhales and exhales, not making any other sound.

I sensed she still needed more release, so when her hips hit the mattress, my fingers went back into her, pumping as before and again in seconds, she was squirting, one long heavy stream followed by two lesser ones and then two small ones. She was perspiring, her face was pale and her hair was sticking to her face and neck.

As her hips came down again she was able to pant out, "More, more. I need more." 

Again I pumped. It took longer this time, but when she erupted it was squirt after squirt, I lost count there were so many. Her hips weren't as high off the bed and the spurts were smaller and shorter. By the time she finished her body was trembling as if she were shivering from the cold.

I picked her up and moved her to the dry side of the bed, covered her with the sheets and was going to get the dildo, when she spoke. "John, please, quick I need you inside me, please hurry."

I climbed into bed beside her, moved her onto her side with her butt against my dick, I pushed her legs with mine, so she would begin to move into a fetal position. I scooted further under her and my prick slid into her wet, warm and throbbing cunt. I lay there holding her, feeling her body tremble, knowing her eyes were closed as my hand on her belly could feel her breathing slowly returning to normal. Her pussy was squeezing my prick, pulling my attention away from the care of her.

I was hot and knew that with just a few strokes I could come. My balls were aching to shoot as I felt ripple after ripple of the rings of muscles in her vagina milking my dick. It seemed like they would start at the base, squeeze, then the next ring, and the next, all the way up my shaft, over and over. Then I felt it. 

"Melanie, Melanie, I'm going to come, I can't help it baby, I'm..."

I pulled out a little, then thrust back in and I began to shoot my cum into her as I held her tight, feeling the walls of her vagina still milking me.

I fell asleep like that and woke over an hour later when I felt Melanie move. It felt like she was still asleep, her breathing was slow and steady, and with a deep sigh I said, "God I love you so much I can feel my heart swell." and I lightly kissed her back.

I was surprised when I heard, "I know John and I love you too."

I got up on my elbow, "I thought you were still asleep."

There was a smile on her face and her eyes were open as she said, "I've been awake for a while, but I haven't wanted to move from this spot, because I felt so good here, lying in your arms and even though it's soft I can still feel it in me."

With those words, I could feel blood being pumped back into it and a second later, so could Melanie. As my prick grew and inched its way back up inside her.

"Oh, John, make me come just like this. Please fuck me and make me come as I lay here."

"Don't move baby," I said. "Just feel me inside you, feel my prick sliding deeper into you. Oh, my love, you feel so, so good."

I began a slow steady rhythm as I held her. I took my time, enjoying the sensation of my prick being cocooned in her cunt. For over a dozen minutes, I kept the same slow tantalizing rhythm until I knew I could take no more. "I, I can't last much longer darlein, please, let me feel you come with me."

I picked the tempo up.

"Come on," she said. "I'm ready; I've been trying to hold off myself. Come baby, come in me and I'll come too."

I felt the slightest throb in her and I began to cum and as I called her name. I could feel her contractions as she grunted "Oh, oh , oooh", until I could feel no more pulsing in side her.

"Hold me." she said as she drifted off to sleep.

I did, as I too drifted off. ------------

The next morning was a mad rush. Melanie had an early appointment and we over slept. We were fortunate, the Casino had women and men clothing stores in it, along with a furrier and a jeweler.

I told Melanie, "Shower, get ready, give me your clothing sizes and trust me."

I went down and got her a pair of light brown open toe flats, a summer beige pant suit with a tapered leg, a beige and white blouse, a white thong, a 36D low cut brazier and a pair of mini aviator sun glasses. I was so proud, when I showed her my choices. 

She looked at everything, shook her head and said, "Any port in a storm. John, I love you, but never buy me clothing again. I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I'd rather you buy me a toaster."

She quickly changed and we jumped in my pickup. We made one stop at Mac Donald's for coffee and juice. I was two blocks away from Melanie's' office, when it dawned on me. "Do you want me to drop you off at the next block. You can tell them your car broke down."

"No," she said flatly. "It's about time I gave them something new to gossip about."

We pulled up in front. She got out and walked around to my door, opened it, wrapped her arms around me and we kissed for over a minute.

"I have to go." She said, "I'll get someone to give me a lift later today and swing by to pick up my car at Carol's. I'll call you later, the first chance I get. Love you."

"Love you too," I said, as she ran into the office.

She stopped, threw me a kiss and yelled back, "Call Carol after 11:00 this morning. I forgot to tell you, she called when you were out shopping. She wants to talk."

After I finally got through to Carol, I agreed to meet her for lunch in the small Italian restaurant, almost directly across the highway from her clinic. At noon on the dot Carol came in, dressed like she was ready for a board meeting and I realized I had only ever seen her in either designer dresses or silk robes. That is if you don't count hospital scrubs and being in the buff.

I stood and we gave each other a quick hug and I kissed her on the lips.

"Nice, but what was that for," she asked.

"A thank you for pulling both our heads out of our asses and making us admit our love."

"Baby," she said. "You owe me a lot more than a kiss and I intend to collect tonight."

"Well, if that's the case, I have no problem paying Melanie's debt as well and I can only hope that you intend to charge compound interest."

"That's why I love you baby, you never disappoint. Come on let's order. I'm starved and we can talk while we eat."

We ordered and Carol began, "John, let me lay this business deal out for you, better than I did last night.

"From the moment that I saw you with Melanie and then with me I saw the potential, first to make a difference and help a lot of women and second to make a name, a world wide reputation, fame and money. Then, when I saw you with Kay, by the way, Kay had the surgery to her vaginal opening and it should enable her to have a healthier sex life. As I was saying, Kay was the clincher. You displayed self realization techniques on her that made a positive change in her, not in months of sessions, but in minutes and the best part is that it comes naturally to you."

I started to open my mouth.

"Stop, just listen and you'll hear the explanations to a lot of your questions. Without telling Melanie the real reason, I asked her to keep an eye out for a nice size rehab clinic or spa in a higher end area. Last week she brought me a listing. This place is better than what I could have hoped. It's located just outside Palm Springs, has 120 rooms, 3 homes, and 4 connected furnished buildings totaling 118 thousand square feet on 12 acres of prime property. It is valued at seventy four million dollars. If we act quickly, we can negotiate a deal for thirty seven million, but this must be done fast."

I must have begun to turn colors, because Carol became alarmed, stood up, came to my side and was slapping my back while asking, "Are you choking, are you all right?"

I took a sip of water and slowly choked out "thirty seven million?

"Carol," I rasped. "I know I don't have that kind of money. I don't even know where you would go to get that kind of money." 

In a sweet move that got me horny, Carol pulled my head against her belly. As she stood and patted my cheek she said, "That's ok baby, Melanie knows where to find it."

She released my head and while returning to her seat said, "Your job is getting it."

This time I really started to choke.

"Sorry," she said. "It's really not fair of me to drop a bomb shell on you like that. At least without explaining.

"First, Melanie knows a lot of people with big money, who are always on the look out for a good investment. Now, this is where you come in. We are going to target women investors and you are going to prove to them, what we are proposing is viable and the services we offer are and will be in demand among the wealthy."

"So Carol, what you are telling me is that you want me to get a female investor to squirt."

"No John, I expect you to captivate four women investors and make them squirt and hand over twelve million dollars each, for a ten percent share of the profits."

"Carol, I need to tell you, first off, I don't really under stand how this is going to work and secondly if we can get the buildings for thirty seven million dollars why do we need forty eight."

"John, let me ask you, do you fully understand the billing procedures, payroll and tax requirements of your own business?"

"Well, no, but that's why I pay an accountant."

"John, I have learned a few of the rules of running a successful business. One; is never use your own money. Two, pay professionals to do the every day running of the business and pay them more than the competition would. Three, team up with like minded people who have expertise in areas other than yours."

"Now that you put it that way, I am beginning to understand and the concept of dealing in millions isn't quite as frightening as it was a few minutes ago. I can now see why we need the additional cash."

"Ok, John, let me get back to the business. We will be catering to the wealthy women of the world. The actual clinic will provide everything from general medical to plastic surgery. There will be a health spa and a segment for psychological counseling. There will also be a section devoted to the sexual therapy of women. This is the area that most of our clients will be drawn.

"John, this brings me to the part where this business venture could fall apart. We are talking about servicing ten to, well, more than forty women every day of the week.

"Don't say it, hear me out. In order to make this work, you need to be able to train, quite possibly as many as eight other people to do what you do. You personally would be expected to take care of the highest end clientele who would pay a premium for your personal attention. The rest of the women would need to be tended to by extremely professional people, with a skill at least similar to yours. Do you see where I'm going."

I nodded, and Carol was right to worry, "Carol," I spoke in what was probably a crest fallen tone. "I honestly don't know. I am sure that I can teach a person how to move their fingers and find the right spot in a woman's vagina. The part that worries me is how I pass along knowledge that seems to come to me on the spur of the moment."

"I know," she said. "It's no different in the medical profession. You can teach about how and why, but you can't teach the true art of healing, because even a small cut involves more than just sticking a band aid on."

Somewhere in my mind, I saw a dim light bulb and it was getting brighter.

"Carol," I said, excitedly. "How many really good doctors do you have in your clinic?" 

Carol, a little defensively said, "All of them, other wise they don't work for me."

"Ok, but you can't tell me that every doctor who wanted to work for you was good. Right?

"So, how did you go about finding only the good ones?"

The light bulb was now on in Carols head.

She was excited now, "So you think that this will work?"

"No. I know it will. We just have to interview and train as many as it takes to find the right people. Simple, Aee."

Carol, again excited, "Hold on, I know someone, he works for me, he should be good, but even if not, it will give us an idea of how the hiring and training should go.

"John, I'm so excited. If everything goes well, we could be up and running in as little as four months.

"John," she now seemed a little hesitant. "We need you full time here, what about your trucking company."

"Carol, I have been considering coming off the road for a while and I already have a driver lined up to take my rout. I had wanted to get another customer, but now, that's on hold. Once I feel comfortable, I'll probably sell my company to my lead driver. Anyway, I don't have a problem with staying here."

Carol smiled, "You know, that news is going to make Melanie very happy, don't you."

Carol said as she looked at her watch. "Shit, I have a meeting and I'm going to be late, Sorry John, I have to run."

Carol started to open her purse. "Go, I've got it," I said.

Before she ran out the door, she hollered back, "See you tonight."



Magic Fingers Ch. 09



"So, you think this will work?" She was excited now.

"I know it will." 

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I called Melanie on her cell and gave her a brief synopsis of our lunch conversation. We were both excited over the future of our new business and of the future, we were now just beginning to see for ourselves.

"Melanie, can I pick you up after work?"

"No, I want you to go to your hotel room, get everything you own and bring it to my apartment. I'll meet you there in about two hours.

"Oh, my God, I almost forgot, you have a closing. On the twenty third of next month, the house is yours." 

"You do like the house too, don't you Melanie?"

"Before I say anything, give me until late tomorrow for an answer. It's Sunday and the three of us are off work and I have arranged something that I want to keep as a surprise.

"John hold on, I have Carol on the other line."

A minute later, she clicked back to my line. "I'm a bit confused by Carol's cryptic message. 

"First she said the black woman in her wants fried chicken for dinner tonight at her place and to make sure that we buy enough for your new apprentice. Then she said, I hope John isn't the jealous type, because I had you last night, so tonight I get the trainee. She laughed and then hung up. 

"What's this about?"

"I can't believe her," I said.

"Tell me what's going on John, before I become any more worried."

"I'll explain in detail when I see you, but the gist of it is, Carol found someone who she thinks I can train to make women ejaculate and she is bringing that person over tonight."

"Why does she want you to train someone?"

"Carol explained it to me. I'll give you the short version now.

"Think about the new business, Carol believes there will be a minimum of ten women a day who will want to experience a full blown ejaculation."

Melanie interrupted. "Oh shit, she's right. You could never handle the volume, every day of the week. And you could possibly be looking at as many as twenty or thirty women on some days."

"Woe, the scope of this is over whelming me. First it was thirty seven million, then forty eight million, now in addition to all the other things this clinic will offer, you could be talking about making up to twenty thousand a day."

"Oh, no," Melanie said. "A complete day's session, the whole nine yards of pampering could run over a thousand. I would say a slow day would bring twenty thousand."

"Melanie, this is becoming mind boggling to me. If what you're saying is true, this place could gross, what, fifty thousand a day."

"Yes, quite easily, a good day could gross double or tripple that, with surgery and all."

"I have to be honest; I am finding this to be a little frightening."

"It may be hard to believe, but by next week you will become use to tossing figures like these around.

"John, I have to finish a couple of offers and then I'll be out of here. I'll see you at the apartment. Love you."

"Love you too, Melanie. Bye."

In a lot less than two hours, I had packed all my things from the Holiday Inn and was pulling into the Taylor Arms Apartment complex. A flood of memories rushed back at me as I drove in and parked in my old spot. Melanie's car wasn't there yet. 

As I sat there, visions of Alice's tits crossed my mind and a smile came to my lips, but it was quickly replaced by the vision of that kid ramming a red but plug up Alice's ass as I saw her pussy stretched wide by a big black dildo that she was franticly working. I shook that vision out of my head and replaced it with the gorgeous blonde with violet eyes who I realized I wanted to spend the rest of my life with and who, I knew in my heart, loved me.

I got out of my pickup and walked around, to stretch my legs. I had never paid any attention to the tennis courts, but now I had visions of Melanie and me playing. The fact that I had never even held a racket was just creeping into my head, when I saw Melanie park. I ran up to her and grabbed her in my arms before she had both feet out of her car and pulled her tight to me.

The rush of love I felt for her made my eyes tear as I whispered, "Melanie, I love you and I want to play tennis with you."

"What?" She said, as she pulled back and began to search my face, quite possibly for signs of insanity.

"No, I mean, I love you and I had noticed the tennis courts over there and was thinking how nice it would be to play, just you and I." 

I wanted to add, for the rest of our lives together, but I was afraid to push my true feelings off on her. I also wondered what Carol would say about that and I could almost feel the dope slap I'm sure she would have given me.

"I didn't know you played, I love the game. I was on the tennis team at Ohio State, but I haven't really played in years."

I could tell she was happy and excited at the prospect, so I told myself to keep my mouth shut and first thing Monday morning get my ass over to the closest tennis club and take about ten hours of lessons, all in the same day.

"Well;" I said, trying to change the subject, "I'm sure you have a load of questions, after Carol's message. So can we go in and talk over a cup of coffee?"

"Where are your things? Don't you want to bring them in now?"

"No. I want to spend time with you, I only have two suitcases of cloths and I can bring them in tonight when we come back from Carols'."

"Oh, I almost forgot, Carol wants us there by 6:30. We have less than an hour before we have to leave. I don't even have time for a shower."

"That's probably a good thing. If I saw you naked, we'd be really late."

"Well, if that's the case, I won't even change and I can show off my new wardrobe to Carol."

"Fine," I said huffily, "but I want a cup of coffee while we talk."

We went in; Melanie had one of the largest apartments that the Arms offered. Four bedrooms, the master, which was really a good size, a lot bigger than the one I had. Melanie had converted one of the bedrooms into an office, another into a small library. It had three walls of bookcases with books, a soft big armchair with a small coffee table in front of it and two side tables. There were also speakers on all four walls, so I'm guessing she had a nice sound system somewhere in the room.

One of the bedrooms was a guest room, done up nicely with a full sleigh bed, nightstand and dresser all in the shaker style. Melanie's choice of art was eclectic but all in very good taste. Melanie's' middle name was Class.

As I looked around, she busied herself with an espresso coffee machine, a lot bigger than I had ever seen in any house.

I sat as she brought the small cups to the table, saying, "Ok, the part that is bothering me the most. What did she mean by; I hope John isn't the jealous type, because I get the trainee."

"I can only guess. Remember when she said that tonight would be her turn for me to get her to squirt."

"Yes; and I don't have a problem with that. I know what we have and that we both love Carol. I have to say, I felt a sense of pride not jealousy when you made both her and Kay ejaculate, but what is this; with you being jealous and I get the trainee."

"Well, when Carol and I were talking, she pointed out that I would have to train others to do what I do. I told her that we would probably have to interview and start to train a lot of people before we came up with the right ones. 

"Well a light went off in Carols head and she said she knew the perfect person, who would be very good at this. Now, I'm guessing that this is the same person she is bringing over tonight."

Melanie just got the picture, "You mean she wants him to practice on me? John, I don't know if I can let another man do that. I mean."

I interrupted, "I'm sorry to say, I am jealous. I don't believe I could watch another man make you have an orgasm. Just the thought of it gets me, well; angry is the only word that I can think of that even begins to cover my emotions.

"Unless you tell me different, I'm going to tell Carol that we can't do this, at least not with you as the learning tool."

"I love Carol, but, John, I know I couldn't do it with another man, not with the way I feel about you."

"Melanie, I have another problem. I feel like I'm being two faced. You can accept me making other women orgasm, but I can't accept another man making you orgasm. How hypocritical is that?"

"It's not the same," she said.

"Melanie, you know how I feel about you and if I sound irrational at any time it's because, I always want you to feel free and not confined by my needs or wants. I hope that makes some kind of sense to you."

"John, maybe we're reading more into this than is really there. Let's see what Carol has in mind first before we jump to any kind of action. Ok?" --------

We pulled into the drive at Carol's mini mansion. I got out caring two big buckets of KFC extra crispy, while Melanie took the bag with the mashed potatoes, slaw, ice tea, corn and the small watermelon I made her buy.

When Carol let us in, she noticed the watermelon. Melanie pointed to me, saying, "That's why we're late, he made me stop at SafeWay."

"John," she said, "why do you always have to be such a shit? If it wasn't for the fact that I love watermelon, I'd throw this at you."

"See;" I said to Melanie. "You thought it was a dumb stupid prank." I stuck my tongue out at her.

The next thing I knew, Melanie hit me in the face with the lid from a bucket of KFC and Carol whacked me on the back of the head.

"Well, just see if I ever do anything nice for you two again."

Melanie spoke up. "Oh yeah. That reminds me. Carol, don't ever let John near a women's clothing store. This is his idea of women's fashion."

She struck a pose and spun around, while putting the sunglasses on for effect.

Carol gasped, "You didn't go to work like that?"

"Oh yes I did. Love will make you do stupid things."

"You must have frightened all the prospective buyers away."

"Well, to be honest, I closed two deals today."

"See." I jumped in, "Your clothes couldn't be all that bad."

"Sweetie," Melanie crooned, "To be honest I think these people felt sorry for me and bought the homes so I could afford some new clothes."

Both she and Carol laughed hysterically.

"Ok. All right. My feelings are now crushed beyond repair. My ego has been dashed into a million pieces."

"John, we both know you, and you not only have no taste in clothing, but you are a terrible actor."

"Fine, but see if I buy either one of you anything but toasters from now on."

They both looked at each other and once again began to laugh. I was about to use my rapier sharp whit when a young man, early twenties came into the kitchen.

He said "Hi" and stopped for a moment, looked Melanie up and down with a disbelieving look on his face that almost shouted, "What is that woman wearing."

Carol and Melanie saw the same thing and once again they looked at each other. Holding their sides, they roared with laughter.

As they laughed, I walked by the table, and said to the young man, who was dressed casually, but was as neat as a pin.

"Thank you very much, I almost had them back under my control and you started them back up again."

Carol looked up at the shocked expression on the young man's face, snorted and began to laugh. Melanie was laughing even harder, when she suddenly passed gas. I'm not talking a little poot, this came close to the shot heard round the world.

Melanie's eyes popped open wide in shock and embarrassment as Carol pointed at her. At this point, even I couldn't hold back and I noticed the new guy was turning his head because he couldn't contain himself.

Slowly, very slowly, while blowing their noses and wiping the tears out of their eyes, with the paper towels, I was sweet enough to get them, they were returning to a more respectable state.

"I'm sorry," the young man was saying, "I didn't mean to cause a problem."

Carol consoled him, "Mark, I'm sorry, but you caught us at one of our favorite sports, making fun of John.

"I'll let you in on a little secret. John can be an ass. The real problem is that he goes out of his way to be one. See that watermelon. Well, John is one of the few people who would bring fried chicken and a watermelon to a black woman and do it on purpose. That's why John said what he did to you, because he is an ass."

"Yes, but a very loveable ass." Melanie interjected.

"Lets dig in, I'm starved. By the way," I stuck out my hand, "I'm John and I'm guessing you're Mark. This very sweet and wonderful woman is Melanie. Melanie, this handsome and fashionably dressed man is Mark. Now that we have all met, what do you say we eat and get to know each other."

"That," Carol said, "is a very good idea. Mark, please pass me an ear of corn."

With that, the conversation started to flow. Mark was extremely neat. He seemed to have very fluid movements that I attributed to his long fingers, a definite plus. I sensed an earthy honest quality about him that I felt would stand him well, if he were to learn to make women ejaculate. I was beginning to see why Carol thought he would be a good candidate.

When we finished eating, Carol began, "John, I told Mark about what it is that you do and the effects that you have on women as you take them from fear and uncertainty to relaxation, realization and what I personally call extreme orgasmic release. I also want you to know that I consider Mark one of my top nurses. He seems to possess a lot of the intuitiveness that you have.

"Mark has told me that he is very interested in having you mentor him. He is also familiar with Kay and was both pleased and surprised when I went over the recent session and subsequent surgery.

"Anyway, John, Mark, please excuse both Melanie and I. We need to remove the chicken grease and change. We shouldn't be more than a half hour. There is coffee in the urn and several different desserts in the small refrigerator help yourselves."

"Carol; you and I need to talk privately and now."

"No John, not now. When we come back out."

With that, they left.

Once we both had a small mug of Carol's excellent coffee, I suggested we go out to the garden area.

Before I could speak, Mark began. "John, do you have a problem with me, you seem rather hesitant."

"Sorry Mark. No, there is no problem with you. I have been analyzing you in my mind as we ate. I believe as Carol does, that you have the intuitive power that could help women. 

"I've noticed your fingers. You could have an easier time reaching their peritoneal gland and stimulating it than I do. Any reservation that you sense in me is not about you, but is self-centered. You're sensing the fears that I know I have and must face. 

"As for you, my intuition tells me you will quite possibly be better at this than I am. Oh and that, is not one of my fears, it is however one of my most fervent hopes. In case your wondering why, or if you doubt my honesty. It is because I know I don't catch everything. I wish I were a little smarter, a little more in tuned.

"I am sure that I can teach you the technique, but the rest, I am not so sure of. If you do agree to learn from me, we will both be learning together. Make no mistake, I am no master."

"John, can I talk to you about anything that has to do with you instructing me on how to get a woman to relax and have a female ejaculation?"

"This is one of those questions, where I shoot myself in the foot. Isn't it Mark.

"Anyway, go ahead, ask away."

"You don't want Melanie involved in my training. Do you!"

"Mark, I expected to be shot in the foot, not the heart. To give you an honest answer. No, I don't want her involved, for no other reason than stupid jealousy. I will admit to you that my jealousy makes me feel ashamed. Ashamed of being week and insecure." -----

Carol floated in, with a royal blue silk robe billowing around her, moving as always with the grace of a goddess. Her beauty seemed to surround her like an aurora. Melanie was wearing her terry robe, but she was still no less beautiful as the white robe seemed to make her eyes even more brilliant.

"Mark, come with me for a minute, we'll go in here and talk in private."

Carol led him into the study and closed the door. Melanie softly came to me and put her head on my shoulder. I sensed she was about to speak so I cut her off before she even had a chance to begin.

"Carol convinced you to do this. Didn't she?"

I felt her take a deep breath as my arm went around her waist. "No, she didn't convince me, she helped me see what has to be done. It is just this one time and with both of us helping him, he can help us. 

"I'm the only one who can do this the first time. Think John. You know I will be very nervous, but I know what it is like to be calmed by you. I still have my fears, when it comes to any other man, but I know how you helped me through them. I know how it should feel just before I come and I'll sense if he has the touch or not."

"Melanie," I paused as I took her in my arms and held her tight, "I don't know if I can do this, not with you."

"John, I'm going to ask you to do this for me, and I'll explain more after. I promise, but I need to do this. I need you not to think of me in there, you can not show me any warmth or compassion, you must think of me as just another Kay and give directions to Mark."

In a trembling pleading voice, she said. "Please do this for me, separate yourself from me for just this short time. I need this to happen. I love you John." And with that, she ran down the hall to the spare bedroom.

I took a moment, it was psychologically important to have this happen, it didn't take Freud to figure that out. My problem was how am I going to keep my feelings separate. Shit, I was going to need a shrink after tonight.

"Ok my love, before I lose my nerve," I said to myself.

I tapped on the door to the study, "Sorry to interrupt, but you two have been in there a while, do I have time for another cup of coffee."

The door swung open. Carol walked softly out and up to me, kissed me ever so tenderly on the lips, then put her cheek next to mine and whispered, "Its important, don't fuck up, she loves you John."

"Thanks Carol. You took a lot of the pressure off."

"I love you too John Drake. Now, make us both proud."

Carol led the precession. Melanie was there sitting in a chair on the opposite side of the bed, up by the headboard with no expression on her face. Mark was pointed to a seat by the foot of the bed, on the side where I was standing.

With her usual flourish, Carol removed her robe, I didn't notice if there had been any reaction from Mark, but the sight of Carols heavenly body gave me an instant hard on.

Carol made a point of noticing and said, "It's nice to see I hadn't lost my touch."

A quick glance at Melanie, and I noticed a smile beginning.

"Carol, are you comfortable?"

"Yes, John, now let's get on with this."

"First thing, Mark." I said, as I stuck my finger in Carol's breast, pushing down on one of her rough dark nipples, "these aren't just tits, these are gorgeous teats."

My hand got slapped away, "Stop being an ass."

I leaned my head over Carol's ear and said, "I love you.", as I slid a hand under her neck, feeling her tense muscles.

After a moment, I began using both my hands on her muscles at the base of her neck and on her shoulders.

"Baby, you're tense," I said as I moved both hands to her arm and began to massage down to her fingers.

"Oh, that feels good." she sighed.

I took my time and then got the other arm and worked it down to her fingertips. Next, I brought both hands up and began massaging her temples as I kissed her eyelids. I worked my way down her face, to her jaw line, neck, shoulders, and then I cupped both breasts and her nipples began to swell as I traced around them with my fingertips.




Magic Fingers Ch. 09



With one hand, I drew a wavy line down and across her belly and back up as I reached over to get the lube. I stopped for a few seconds as I spread some on the fingers of my right hand. Once again, I circled only her right breast and in one quick motion, I pinched her nipple hard as I pushed my fingers down over her clit. I could feel her body tensions mounting but she was reverting to not vocalizing her feelings.

"Oh, I'm sorry baby," I breathed. "I guess I need to make it feel better."

I put my head against her chest, stuck my tongue out and played with her nipple. When I felt her move, I slid my fingers into her and sucked her nipple into my mouth.

I heard a sharp intake of air as I released her nipple and removed my fingers from her vagina.

"Oh Carol, I wish I could make it feel better for you. I'm going to have to try something else."

I pulled my hand away from her clit and spread some lube on my little finger.

As I began to make it circle her pucker, Carol's entire body started to become rigid with pre-orgasmic tension. I put my fingers on her clit, began to stroke it, and got a very soft quiet, "Oh yes" out of her.

"Baby, did you say something." I asked as I stopped stroking. 

Now I got a "Nooo."

"I didn't think so," I said, with a slight hint of mockery.

I went back to jerking her clit off. I could feel her hart beat. Her clit was pulsing strongly and her ass was beginning to rise off the bed.

"Oh Baby," I whispered again. "I wish there was something I could do to make it feel good to you."

With that, her eyes opened and she spat, "You bastard, Fuck me, I need to come."

"What ever you say, Darlein. I'm here for you to command."

With that, I drove my fingers into her cunt and found the large spongy spot I knew would be there. I began to tap, push and stroke it and was quickly rewarded with an "Ahhhhh" as she heaved her hips up and began to squirt the second my fingers were out of her.

Her fingers moved to her clit and began a hard fast pulling on it as she squirted a little more.

When her hips almost hit the mattress, I moved her hand and put my fingers back in. By angling, my palm away from her clit I was able to insert my little finger in her ass. It was almost as if she started singing soprano in the key of "Ohhhhh Fuckkkkkk."

It only took six thrusts and she was squirting again. When she could catch her breath between contractions, her hands were frantically trying to grab on to something in front of her that wasn't there.

"John." She gasped, "Put a --- dildo --- in my ass."

I reached over and quickly lubed a small dildo. I spread her cheeks and saw her ass hole opening and closing, as if it was a fish out of water. I put the head up to it and when I saw it open, I pushed and it was as if it was sucked in.

I put my fingers back in and with every contraction, the dildo in her ass would push my fingers against her swollen gland. All I had to do was rub as she was doing the pushing.

This time, it seemed to build slowly. Her hips were up off the bed and she was clutching the sheets in her hands. As she began a soft wail.

"Oh John, please take me over the top. Please!"

At her request, I pushed hard and there was a feral scream. With my fingers stuck in her, just like Kay, she was squirting, probably an eighth of a cup per pulse. It was like a perpetual motion machine. She would have a contraction, forcing my fingers up, causing her to squirt and have another contraction that would force my fingers up and cause her to squirt again.

Carol was arched between her shoulders and heals, her face was blotchy, and her breathing was causing her to hyperventilate as she called for help, "No More, NO MORE!"

Her entire body was beginning to tremble and spasm. I couldn't reach over to remove the dildo from her ass. 

As calmly as possible I said, "Mark, I need you to reach over and forcefully remove the dildo from her rectum. Now please."

With out a moment's hesitation, Mark took a firm hold and with a steady pull, removed it. With it gone, Carol collapsed to the bed like a broken doll.

Mark moved me aside and put his fingers to the artery in her throat. "My God, her hart is beating to fast for me to count."

"Mark, I need you to get out of the way." I rolled the trembling body on its side, inserted a dildo in her cunt and put the small one back in her ass and moved her into the fetal position.

"What are you doing?" Mark demanded, "Stop doing that."

He was trying to push me out of the way so he could remove the dildos, when suddenly Melanie's calm voice broke the tension. 

"Mark, step away, John knows what he is doing, just watch and learn."

Marks forehead was perspiring, but he did as Melanie asked.

I covered Carol, whose trembling had subsided some and I lay down beside her, spooning into the same fetal shape around her. "Carol Baby, are you ok."

"Yes, came a soft child like whisper, "Let me rest for a while ok?"

I got up off the bed, looked at Melanie and Mark, and nodded toward the door. When we got to the kitchen, Melanie took my arm, looked at the tent in my pants, and said, "Let me help."

"Not yet, I'm saving that for you, but I could use some of that sugary ice tea we brought."

Mark still had sweat on his brow. As he asked in a demanding voice. "What in the hell happened in there."

I looked at Melanie, and said, "I could give him the man's perspective, but it might be better if he had an understanding of what it's like from your side."

Melanie addressed him. "Mark first you have to understand, that this is a feeling that is unique. The closest I can describe it, is like having a clitoral, a G spot and a vaginal orgasm at the same time that you are peeing. Also, the orgasms intensify, with each spurt. Plus, it's kind if like eating a potato chip."

There was a puzzled look on Mark's face.

"Did you ever hear the commercial, you can't eat just one. Well, these orgasms are exactly the same. You're not satisfied with just one. You want more and more. Your body craves it and continues to make you want to come until your body reaches an overload and you collapse."

"I can't believe that any woman would want to put herself through what I just saw Carol go through." was his response.

"Normally, it doesn't go that far. I'm guessing that the same thing happened to Carol as happened to Kay."

"Very close." I said, "What seems to happen is that the dildo in the rectum forces up on my fingers and unless I could remove them before the ejaculations start they get locked in place. The orgasm pushes up and causes another orgasm that pushes up and it becomes an endless cycle. Fortunately, Mark, you kept a cool head and removed the dildo, without just yanking it out."

Mark smiled, "I have had some practice at it."

"Oh go on," Melanie said. "I can't believe you're gay."

"And you and Carol call me an ass for saying stuff like that."

"Sorry, it must be rubbing off on me."

Mark was looking down as he began to talk, "I; I don't think I can do what I just saw in there. It felt to me like it was almost barbaric and that you were torturing Carol."

Melanie jumped in front of me, as if she was protecting me from an armed attacker, and began in a hostile voice, "Well Mark."

I stopped her by putting my hand on her shoulder and interrupted, "I think, I know what has happened here. Both you and I assumed that Carol had told poor Mark what to expect and you know about that word, ASS-U-ME."

Melanie chimed in, "I can see where Mark would feel like that, with out knowing that Carol won't normally moan or vocalize herself."

I saw the puzzled look again. "Melanie, would you go in and check on Carol, while I try to explain and fill in the gaps, for Mark."

Even before she left, I was explaining. "The idea behind this is not just to see how many orgasms a woman can have or how far she can squirt. I suppose you could say it's a reward, for a woman facing her demons. No matter that she doesn't conquer them. Your true job will be to get the woman to relax and accept you. After that, if you sense other problems, you can either tease them up so she recognizes them or let them lie. You have to remember that your main goal and most difficult challenge is to relax them, put them at ease, and then you can reward them with a unique experience."

"Fine, I have no problem with that, but what I saw with Carol, was not relaxing her."

"Understand this, I have been with Carol before, at least four times now, I know what her demon is."

"Yes, but you were tormenting her, she even called you a bastard."

I smiled at the thought, "Yes she did and I was so proud of her. Mark, you have no idea what it took for her to speak at all, let alone vocalize an emotional outburst like that. As far as any torment, what I did was necessary in my opinion.

"Now the episode that occurred after the dildo was inserted in her rectum, well, that is a private matter and I won't discuss it. If you feel the need to know more, you'll have to ask her, however, I wish that you would not and hope you trust me enough to believe that I have no desire to physically or emotionally hurt Carol. I can say; I did not expect it to affect her in almost the same way as it did Kay."

"John, I am still not sure if I can do this."

"Let me ask you Mark, are you afraid to try or are you afraid you'll fail?"

"I am afraid of disappointing Carol, you and Melanie. Then there are my personal doubts about my ability to do this. Especially with Melanie."

"Mark, Melanie and I have talked. She is the perfect woman for your first time."

"Yeah, but..." 

I stopped him. "Listen to me. Melanie is nervous about this, as will most every woman that you will encounter in the future. That is one of your challenges to over come.

"Melanie has more than one demon. This is nothing that you must overcome, just something that you have to deal with in order to make her relax. She is also experienced in how everything should feel and when she should be feeling it. In a way, she will be grading your performance."

"How will I know what to do to get her to have an ejaculation and once she has one, do I keep on going until she passes out?"

"No, Mark, we will take it slow. First, I am going to leave you to your own devices, to see how you naturally act in an effort to get Melanie to relax. Once you have done that, I'll show and or tell you what you need to feel for and give you the where and how's. Ok, all I need from you is to hear you say, I'm prepared to do my best and I understand, that I am learning something new.

"Ok, now say it."

In a shaky voice, Mark did say what I wanted to hear.

"Now, let's go into the class room for pussy squirting 101." --------

Carol was now lying on the bed on top of a new comforter, wearing her silk robe. Her head was propped up by a couple of pillows and she and Melanie were lost in quiet conversation, as Melanie was lying on her side with her hand propping her head up.

"Carol my baby, how are you feeling?"

"I'm still a little shaky I had to remove the one from my ass, because my vagina is still pulsing and it was too much for me."

"Mark, is understandably concerned, can you give him some insight into why you were screaming while contorting your body and flooding the place. Oh, I did explain why you called me a bastard."

"I'm sorry about that John. You know I didn't really mean it." 

"I know, I said in as much of a child like voice as I could possible make, as I rolled my lower lip out and made my chin quiver as I said, "I forgive you Carol."

"John Drake, she said loudly, "why are you such a shit." 

I looked at her with my lip stilled rolled out and said, "Because you wouldn't love me as much if I wasn't."

"God help us all, because you're right."

Carol continued, "Forget about John. Mark, I'm guessing my convulsions startled you. All I can say is get use to it. If you're half as good as John is, you'll be making women scream, writhe and shoot gallons of peritoneal fluid.

"That is a good thing. You need to understand this. Crudely put, when a woman has a screaming earth shattering orgasm, when her hips are aching from thrusting them forward and her pussy trembles uncontrollably as she feels a warm wet stream being pulsed out of her, when her clit feels like it will explode and she never wants those feelings to stop. That's when the whole world becomes ordered and things just seem to fall into place.

"Despite the outward appearance, underneath it all there is a calmness that increases as the overload of sensations fall away. Most people refer to this as the after glow. Well the stronger the sensations the stronger and longer the afterglow.

"Now, I expect you to follow John's directions and make sure Melanie has a very nice afterglow.

"Are you ready Melanie."

"As I'll ever be," she said as she removed her robe and lay down with her legs slightly spread.

I moved the chair so that I was out of Melanie's field of vision. She was so beautiful, her hair lay like a golden corona around her head and I felt a lump in my throat. I closed my eyes and shouted in my head, I Love You, as I hoped she would somehow hear me.

I heard a sharp gasp from Melanie and opened my eyes, ready to spring to her aid, when I saw the long slender fingers of Mark stroke her belly. At that moment, I felt a pain in my heart worse than any knife could cause. I closed my eyes, gripped the arms of the chair and pushed myself back into it, trying to get my mind far away from here, but the pain kept drawing me back.

"John," my name was being spoken so softly. "John, help him."

I opened my eyes. It was Melanie calling.

"John, come and help."

Before she could finish I was by her side. She looked up at me.

"John, help him, show him, he is more nervous than I am." I noticed that Carol was in observation mode.

I looked into Melanie's eyes, and without a single spoken word, we both reassured each other that all would be fine.

I pushed my fears aside and leapt into motion.

"Mark, come out here for a minute."

When we were out in the hall, I reached in my pocket and came out with my phone and earpiece, I then went to Melanie's bag and removed hers. I opened her phone and pressed my number. My phone started to ring and I pushed connect on my earpiece then stuck it in Marks ear.

"Get the picture?" I said, and he nodded.

"Ok, now, get back in there and do what I tell you. I'll stay out here and peek in from the door where neither of you can see me."

Mark walked in and back to Melanie. 

I could hear her ask, "Where's John?" 

I saw Mark point to the earpiece and say, "He is in my head."

"Ok Mark, I'll give you general directions and you do what feels natural, got it."

Mark spoke, "Yes."

"That was a rhetorical, got it. You're not supposed to talk to me."

"Now," I said, "put your nose to the side of Melanie's head, just above her ear and take a deep inhale."

I waited to see what would happen, and waited, Melanie lay there and he kept his head by her ear. Finally, I couldn't take it any more.

"Mark, get with the program, say something. Now breathe in again."

He did and said, "Your hair smells so fresh." Long pause.

"Don't stop there," I whispered. 

"Melanie," he began, "I am so damn scared, and I don't want to disappoint you or anyone."

"Oh Mark," Melanie whispered. "You're doing fine, there is no time limit here, try and relax."

Melanie reached up, put her hand on the side of Mark's head, and brought it down to her so she could kiss his cheek.

When I saw that I said, "Now, now, Mark, slide your hand over her belly and if you can, ease two fingers between the folds that cover her clit. Once you feel it, slide your whole hand over the entire area until I tell you what to do next."

I heard Melanie suck in some air and I knew Mark found it.

"Don't rush," I told him. "Keep it up, slowly, with not to much pressure. The next thing, I'm going to want you to do is to put some lube on your fingers, not a lot, you can get more later, but for now, she will probably be a little dry and you're going to need it.

"Before you do that, I am letting you know, there is nothing more I can tell you, you're the one who has to decide what is best to do and when. I will watch and let you know when she looks ready for you to move on to the next step for her to ejaculate. Until then, you're on your own.

"Now, get her relaxed and get her turned on."

I turned my back to the wall and sat on the floor, just outside the door. I closed my eyes, and removed my earpiece, knowing I didn't have to see or hear, to know when my love was ready.

It seemed to take forever and I didn't look until I heard Carol say, "Melanie baby, play with your breasts." and then she cooed to her, "yes baby, just like that."

I couldn't see what Mark was doing, but I could see Melanie, pulling on her right nipple. Her eyes were closed and her face looked serene, not a bad sign. As I watched, I saw a small space between her neck and the bed.

I stuck the earpiece back in my ear, "Mark."

Mark jumped, not expecting my voice after the quiet.

"It won't be long now. I need you to insert two fingers of your left hand into her vagina. Don't push them all the way in, only up to the second knuckle. Lift your left heel when there in.

"Next, I need you to lift your fingers to the top of the vagina and slide your fingers around. You are looking to feel a spongy spot. It may feel like a slightly rough spot to you and you may have to move your fingers in or out a little. Raise your heel when you think you've found it."

Almost instantly, his heel went up.

"If it is hard, wiggle your heel side to side."

Side to side it was, "Good," I said. "That means she is ready.

"Start slowly and lightly rubbing the area and hear me out completely before you start to do anything else."

He raised his heel.

"You are going to give that spot three or four quick hard taps, then you will slide your fingers out and slide them up and down over her clit, about five to six times. You will repeat this until she begins to raise her hips in an effort to keep your fingers in her.

"That's your sign to tap and push against her gland. Remember how Carol bucked. The same will happen here and your fingers will slide out just before she squirts."

I continued with my instructions, "Mark, your arm could be come cramped or at least very tired, try your best, but if your arm gives out it's not a problem, just calmly call me. You're doing great so far Mark, let's see you finish this."

With that, I hung up and watched as he began to follow my instructions. He was doing it to perfection, Melanie's ass was up off the bed and she was moving her hips.

"I'm going to cum," she began to cry, as she began to buck, dislodging Mark's fingers as her first squirt erupted, then a second, not as far and a third short spurt as her ass hit the mattress.

Mark was ready to put his fingers back in as Carol spoke, "Very good Mark, I can't wait to see how you do with me, but for now, Melanie needs rest. Let's go in the garden and make some coffee for everyone."

Carol ushered him out and I rushed to Melanie, as she said, "Quick, I need you and you promised you were saving something for me."

I just took my pants off. Even though I was soft during the training of Mark, seeing Melanie's beautiful breasts, firm belly and her mound, gave me a instant sense of urgency. As Melanie scooted to the edge of the bed, my prick was fully hard. I raised her legs, slid into her, and began to hammer her swollen gland.

"Yes John, that's it you're making me cum. Yes John" she screamed as she threw herself back and began to drench me with spurt after spurt. When I was able to hold her still enough to enter her again, it was me who needed release.




Magic Fingers Ch. 09



"Melanie, Oh, God, I can't hold out much longer, please Melanie, fuck harder."

She pushed hard against me driving my prick, attacking her engourged spongy button.

"Melanie, now." I squalled, as she bucked, releasing my prick as I shot cum that was hitting her tits and face as she began gushing a spray that was drenching us both.

"I love you." I heard her say over her ragged breathing, "Please come back in me, I need to feel you."

I laid her down on the wet bed. She on her side as I spooned in behind her and was welcomed by the caressing of her muscles on my softening dick. I wrapped an arm over her to hold a perfect breast.

We embraced like that, until the bed and my wet shirt started to feel cold. With out a word, we both move to get up and headed to the adjoining bath for a hot shower. I wanted to fool around, but Melanie felt we should join Mark and Carol as quickly as possible. Melanie handed me another of Carol's white terry robes, this one big enough for me.

We joined Mark and Carol, in the garden.

I looked at Carol, saying, "I couldn't find your silk robes, can you tell me where you keep them?"

"John, so help me, if I ever catch you even touching one of my silk robes, I'll break those magic fingers of yours. I don't care how good they make me feel. Besides I now have a replacement." and she stuck out her tongue.

"Carol, stop being such an ass." I retorted.

"Enough of the frivolity," Melanie interjected. "I think, we all agree, that Mark has the potential that we need, so," she looked at Carol.

Mark spoke, "Carol and I have talked and despite my doubts as to my abilities, I am beginning to understand the facets and psychological potential for this kind of sex therapy."

Melanie looked at him, "So is that what we're going to call mind numbing orgasms now."

Mark smiled, "You know perfectly well, what I mean."

"Sorry, I just couldn't resist making fun."

Mark walked up to Melanie, kissed her cheek and did the same to Carol.

"It's late and I have to be into work, at 6:30 tomorrow. So John, you'll call me with a training schedule?"

I nodded, not having a clue as to what he was talking about and added, "Thanks Mark, believe it or not, you did exceptionally well tonight."

"Well, thanks, and I'll see you later, good night Melanie," he said, as he and Carol walked to the door.

Melanie and I waited quietly and patiently for Carols return.

When she came back into the garden, she spoke, "I suppose you're both wondering what that was all about?"

We both gave her blank looks.

"Fine, I'll have you know I had to do some fast talking. He has a serious problem with his ego and self-esteem. He seems to lack both, and all this time I thought he had it together. I guess, just because a person is conscientious and helpful, doesn't mean that they have faith in there own abilities.

"We do all agree that he has the potential; right?"

I spoke, "There is no doubt in my mind. If I can build his confidence he will be very good."

"Ok, that being the case, John you need to train him up and do what you can to at least build some ego in him. I was thinking, we could place ads for college women to participate in some sex therapy research at my clinic, hell I could even apply for a couple of research grants.

"All we need now is the working capital."



Magic Fingers Ch. 10



"We all agree then. Mark has the potential. Right?"

Both Melanie and I nodded in agreement.

"That being the case, John you need to train him up. Do what you can to build some ego in him. I was thinking we could place ads for college women to participate in some sex therapy research at my clinic. Hell, I could even apply for a couple of research grants.

"Alright, I'm waiting. You can both tell me that I'm a multi-tasking genius now."

"Yes Carol, you are a multi-tasking dynamo, but let me ask, what did we promise Mark?"

"Well, I figured he needed training and even if we use hookers to start his training off, he will probably need about twenty sessions to become even close to your proficiency. We need him to be as good as you, if we intend to train six or eight more people before we open.

"I offered him an extra fifty dollars a night for training and once the facility opens he will be paid sixty five thousand a year plus a bonus for each requested session."

Melanie spoke, "That sounds like a lot of incentive to become proficient." 

"Yeah, but we have a responsibility to our clients to ensure he becomes better than the others, who both John and Mark will train.

"That's the only way we can justify a session cost of six hundred, base fee for his services.

"Your fee John will depend on the client's ability to pay and the importance of the client to us. Theoretically, you could do half your work for free. Thus insuring loyalty, referrals and advertising. Items whose value well exceeds our costs of good will. 

"Now, that brings us to you Melanie. How are you coming along?"

I looked at Melanie and a bewildered look crossed my face. 

"First, I can see by John's expression, we need to bring him up to speed.

"John, my expertise is to bring investment money in. We are looking for four female investors with enough money to invest twelve million each. In addition, they would need to come up with another five million for expansion in eighteen to thirty months after our opening.

"The problem that I'm having is that we have limited time to move on this and we only want women investors. That is two limiting factors, making it difficult to have the best mix of investment money.

"You see John; our best chance for success comes if we have European money. They would be a strong influence on the jet setters that will be our bread and butter. Plus, you can be assured that not all the women I have in mind will be open to our plan.

"Here is the bad news. We have meetings with Singh Hadi Siddhu. She is a savvy Indian woman, not the most pleasant person you will ever meet, but she does have access to a lot of cash. Her brother never married and when he died, she took over the business he built. A global trade consortium dealing in brass. She would not be my first choice of investors, but if we need money, she is as good as they come.

"Next, is Sybil Tishman.

"Don't groan Carol. I know that you had a couple of consultations with her and came away displeased.

"Is that putting it nicely?"

Carol couldn't contain herself, "Displeased! John, hear this out. This dimwitted, at the time nineteen year old spoiled JAP, with a squeaky whine for a voice, is telling me that I should perform surgery on her to, and get this, increase the size of her labia so she can provide her then skinhead boyfriend with a more satisfying sexual experience. 

"If you think that's bad, a month later, after getting some quack in Brazil to give her big pussy lips, she comes back in to see me. Now she wants a boob job. She wants to be a 32 E and to have her ass cheeks separated, making her crack wider, so her bikini won't be able to hide as much."

"What's a JAP," I asked.

Carol looked surprised, "You don't know about JAP's. Oh John, you will be dealing with loads of them in this business, and you'll just love them."

Melanie interrupted, "Stop that Carol. First off, Sybil is now twenty two and has changed. Secondly, JAP means Jewish American Princess, and it is not a complementary term.

"Sybil is the daughter of Alfred and Goldie Tishman. The husband and wife real estate investors, who probably owned half of El Paso. When they died in a small plain crash, Sybil took over. According to the terms of the will, the present real estate holdings are to be managed by the Real Estate Attorney, Daphne Dawes, better known in real estate circles as 'The Barracuda'. I only dealt with her once, and Barracuda, was not the B word I had for her.

"One of my recent contacts is Winifred Gates, Houston oil money. Winnie, as she has allowed me to call her, looks like she is in her mid thirties, she won't give her real age, but from what I know of her history, she has to be in her mid and probably late forties. Her husband Randy is seventy-eight and they have been married for more than twenty years.

"Randy has the onset of Alzheimer disease. Winnie makes the family decisions and allows the present CEO, I can't recall his name, to run the business for her.

"Next on the roll, are the twins, Robin and Rose Banks. They are new internet money.

"They took a big risk and bought up tens of thousands of web addresses. Over the years they have sold them off, making millions, selling them to Pepsi, Midas Muffler, Triple A, and the list is long.

"I think I remember reading that Mac Donald's paid eight million for one of them." 

"Sonya Shcherbakov. Ring a bell Carol?"

"Oh my God, Melanie, not the Russian Mafia Princess."

"Well, I haven't contacted her, and I won't, unless we become really desperate, but she is staying in LA at this very moment and you and I both know, she would jump at this."

'There are times, I thought to myself, that you ask questions about things you don't understand. Then there are times to say nothing, and I really felt, that this was one of those times to just be that fly on the wall.

Melanie continued, "The next two should be a sure thing."

Carol interjected, "I was wondering when you were going to mention, IS and Nicoletta."

"Nikki is on her way here. That was part of my surprise for tomorrow. She will be arriving around three p.m., at her place. I talked to her about our plans and she is excited.

"John, I didn't mean to keep you out of the conversation, but Nicoletta and IS are almost like sisters to me."

"I know this sounds odd." I said, "But who is, IS?"

"Ingine Severson, that's why we call her, IS and it is also the name on her product line.

"You once mentioned that you liked how soft my skin feels. Well, it is her moisturizers and creams that do it. She is a chemist and developed her own line of skin care products.

"They're not very popular in the US, but in Scandinavia and Europe, they are the high end of cosmetics."

"Funny how things intertwine," said Carol. "Just a few weeks ago, I came across an article about Norse mythology. Did you know that names beginning with "Ing" indicate a worrier? Immediately I thought of IS."

"Yeaah, daat woood bee herr." Melanie tried to speak with a Scandinavian accent.

"As for Nicolette, she is Italian. Nicoletta Bialatto. Her family makes espresso machines. Lots of them. You will find them in one shape or another in every home in Italy, France, Spain, Portugal, Greece, Turkey, Egypt and a half dozen other countries. The machine on my counter at home was a gift from Nikki."

Carol began, "You know if IS finds out that Sonya is even being considered by you, she will dig her heels in and won't invest a penny."

"Yeah I do, and I also know that if Sonya gets wind that IS, might even consider investing, she will try and worm her way into the deal."

"I take it these two have a hate, hate relationship." I said.

Carol said, "These two would cut off their arm if they thought it would piss the other one off."

"Yeah." said Melanie, "The Russian Mafia Princess, as we like to call her, developed a knock off product, called AZ. IS, swears that Sonya stole her formulas. 

"They once met at a trade show, and IS and Sonya got into a real fight. IS came away with a hand full of long black hair and had it mounted in a frame that she keeps on her desk."

Carol spoke, "Now that Melanie has the money lenders lined up, it is going to be up to you to get them to write the check. It is literally in your hands. We only need and want four of them, but the truth is that we just don't know how they will perceive what we are offering."

Melanie now spoke, "Sorry to put the pressure on you John, but even the women that I consider to be like sisters are going to want proof that there will be a demand for the products that we are going to promote. What you do is the unique draw that will insure our success." ----------

We had been talking for hours, covering everything from our new venture to telling jokes.

"I've got one," Melanie said. "There was this motorist, who while traveling through Iowa ran out of gas. There was nothing for miles around. She didn't even have cell phone service. 

"She was banging her head against the steering wheel, punishing herself for being so stupid, when she heard a buzzing and a tapping at her window.

"It was a honeybee. He told her to remove the gas cap and get back in the car. She did and a few minutes later there were swarms of bees all around her. They were flying into and out of her gas tank. It didn't take long for the swarm to disperse. When the last bee came out of her tank, it tapped on her window and signaled her to turn the ignition. She did and the car started up. She excitedly rolled her window down and asked, "How did you do it."

The Bee replied; Bee Pee.., get it? 'BP', like the gas."

We all laughed and Melanie said, "We must all be punch drunk tired to laugh at a joke like that. Carol, if I call my mom and she says it's alright, can we sleep over tonight?"

"Melanie, I'm hurt that you felt you had to ask. You two turn in and I'll lock up and see you in the morning, not to early."

"Oh Shit." Melanie said, "We have to get up early." 

"What," was the common reply from both Carol and I.

"That's the other part of the surprise. We have to be at the Rodeo private airstrip at ten in the morning. Before we go there, John and I need to change."

"I'll bite," said Carol. "Why do we have to be at the airstrip before the chickens get up?"

"Nikki is sending a helicopter for us, and I wanted some time so we could all see and take pictures of the spa. Neither of you have seen it."

"That's nice," said Carol. "Take lots of pictures and send them to me."

"Ok, but Nikki will be disappointed that you didn't want to see her."

"Melanie, if John ever tells you that you are a royal pain in the posterior, believe him."

With that, we turned in. ----------

I was dreaming of bees peeing, when one of the buzzing bees said, "Time to get up." and I felt it tickle my ear as it buzzed.

"Come John, time to wake up."

"It can't be morning yet," I groaned. "We just went to bed."

Melanie leaned over me and brushed a breast against my lips, I was fast enough to stick my tongue out and just catch her nipple as she pulled it away.

"Fine, you definitely got my attention, now I'm awake. Only I want to see you get Carol up like that."

"Not me lover. I'm going to pull the sheets back. You're going to suck one of her nipples in your mouth and then let go. Do you understand, because if you latch on to it like a little piglet, I'm going to give you a swat."

"Fine, lets do it, but first I had better put my pants on."

We crept into Carol's room, Melanie pulled the sheets back and there they were. The areola wasn't as big as when she was turned on and the eggplant colored, heavy nipple was sunken in. I was admiring them, when I felt a light tap on the back of my head.

"Just a reminder" the voice said.

I darted forward and with a strong suck, I could feel the nipple pop out. I felt its roughness against my tongue as I released it and was rewarded with a "very good".

Sucking Carol's teat worked as good as Melanie's nipple against my lips worked on me.

Carol opened her eyes, looked at us and said, "That beat the hell out of my alarm clock."

"Come on, up, shower. John and I are going and we will see you at the airstrip at 9:45. Got that?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm moving."

When we got to Melanie's, I got my cloths and carried them in. The second the door shut, Melanie wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. Not a hot passionate kiss, but one that was soft, sweet and made me feel, well, feel loved by her.

I responded in kind, hoping I could make her feel the warmth and love that I had just felt from her kiss. We broke and I looked into her eyes.

The love in my hart was over flowing as I said, "Melanie, this isn't the most romantic place to tell you that I want to spend the rest of my life with you and if you ever get the urge to make this permanent, -- can I ask, --- I mean would you ever consider being my, -- I mean taking me as...

"Oh Melanie." I hugged her close now and whispered, "I'm afraid I'll frighten you or up set you or worse make you turn away from me."

She pulled away, just enough to look me in the eyes, "John, I love you and could think of no better place to be but in your arms forever, but now, things are moving to fast. Please, don't give up on me. If you ask me again, ninety days after we open, I promise my answer will be yes. How is that for a commitment on my part?"

I whispered, "Carol would be so proud." ----------

At 9:35, we pulled into the parking lot at the airstrip and parked close to the entry gate. At 9:50, the Helicopter arrived and fifteen minutes later so did Carol.

Not an hour later, the pilot was landing at the helio-port, a mere fifty yards from what looked like the main building.

The pilot told us, "I was instructed, by Ms. Bialatto personally, to provide you with air service as you desired, until four p.m., at which time she expects to see me land at the villa, with you Ms. Harris and your party.

"Ms. Bialatto also told me that if a Dr. Rhodes was with you, I could expect delays. Because of this, I will be excused, if I have to use force to comply with Ms. Bialotto's wishes."

He looked at Carol and winked while saying, "I hope that will not be necessary."

"Fine," said Carol, "but if we are late, you can tell her that you were only trying to protect her. Because I told you that if she ever found herself in need of any surgery, I'd be there, and when she woke from anesthesia, she'd find herself with a pair of 34 double F's."

"Carol, you're terrible," Melanie said, as she gave her a soft slap on the arm.

Now speaking to the pilot, she said, "The worst thing is, she could and would do it."

"In any case," said the pilot. "I took the liberty of bringing some of Ms. Bialotto's favorite outing foods for your lunch." ----------

The three of us set off and walked around to the main entrance. I had been delegated the task of taking photos of the place, that would be used in our pitch to the investors.

The place was not what I had imagined. For some reason, I thought there would be a black iron fence and swinging gate surrounding a four-story stucco building with shuttered windows and ivy crawling up the walls.

Instead, there was a stonewall fence with a variety of assorted plants running along it. There was a gleaming stainless steel gate, big enough for two trucks to pass through at the same time, with a small guard shack in the middle.

The drive from the gate to the entry was like that of a fancy hotel, complete with waterfall, small pools that were surrounded by tropical plants, some of which were dead.

The façade of the main three-story building was red clay colored polished stone with white sand stone base and corners.

Inside, it was like a plush hotel, lots of stonework, a small fountain and a very small reception desk.

Melanie had said that it was being sold, as is. I didn't know that meant it was furnished with high end everything, from potted plants that were all dead, to tablecloths and china in the dining area. No wonder she and Carol were so hot about this place. 

I was happily clicking away with my digital camera. As the most popular words spoken were, "Look at this, over here."

We were shocked when we saw the pilot, who asked, "Aren't you three going to take a break, after all the work I put into packing a lunch?"

I looked at my watch. "Good lord," I said, "it's after one." 

And as I thought about it, yeah, I was starved.

We followed the pilot outside to the covered patio, where he had set up lunch for us.

On a table was an assortment of different cheeses, three different types of olives that I was unfamiliar with. Then there was big round crusty loaves of bread, the diameter of a basketball, in addition to a meat that looked like an a miniature salami sausage.

To wash it all down, there was Aqua di Fugi and non-labeled bottles of red wine. After drinking some, I began to understand the real meaning of wine having body.

This was great, and I was beginning to believe the four essential food groups should now be Bread, Wine, Olives and Cheese.

We sat there, eating, drinking and talking. An hour passed before we were able to pull ourselves away from the lunch. All I really wanted to do was take a nap but there was still a lot to see. As we looked, we began to feel that this place was ours.

We toured the hospital and surgery wing, Carol seemed very impressed with the layout and could not believe the equipment that had been left. 

"They couldn't realize the value and salability of this equipment," she said. "Even used, this would sell for several million."

We all knew it was getting close to the time we would have to leave, Melanie was now rushing us along and when we finished our tour, she stopped everything.

"Carol; I have a favor to ask before we see the last area. Would either of you mind if I picked the house that John and I will live in?"

The words came as a shock to my ears and must have registered on my face, because she quickly added, "That is if you want us to live together."

"I'm excited, when can we start to buy furniture," I said. My words visibly relaxing her.

Carol however looked at me and said, "Nice save, you were one step away from living in a dog house.

"Melanie, baby, you can have anything you want."

"Well, if that's the case, come with me and I'll show you."

We walked to the west of the facility toward a stand of very tall poplar trees. A small path led out to a very small road that led to... " Wow," I said as I saw two homes that would come close to rivaling Carols.

"That one." Melanie pointed to what was to be our home. It was not as big as the other, though the basic design was the same.

"Come on," she said.

She was like a kid in a candy store. For a woman that saw more than fifty homes a week, you wouldn't expect her to be this excited over one. Though, once the door was opened, I became just as excited as she was. It was still furnished, though everything was very dusty. Some of the items, I wasn't fond of and I could tell either was Melanie as she said, "That will go and that is just ugly."

She showed the downstairs area as if she were in sales mode. Then it was off to the upstairs. The master bed and bath was my idea of living. The foot of a King-size four poster bed faced a giant window that over looked the valley. The view alone was worth a million.

I was alone, still admiring the master bedroom, thinking of sex, when I heard Carol take on her doctor's voice.

"Melanie, is this why you wanted this house?" 

"Well," she began and paused. "I hadn't asked John if..."

I stepped into the hall and saw them both looking into one of the bedrooms as I asked, "Hadn't asked John what?"

They both just looked at me and I caught a glimpse of fear. "What," I said in a more demanding voice as I looked into the room and was momentarily struck dumb. 




Magic Fingers Ch. 10



It was a nursery. 

Melanie noticed my momentary shock and tears came flooding to her eyes. That was enough to make my brain synapses fire rapidly and assess the situation.

I turned on her, wrapped my arms around her, picking her up off the ground and spun around, before putting her down and hurriedly saying, "Sorry, did I hurt you." As I bent slightly and put my hand on her belly.

I heard a loud, "Oh My God, is there no limit to the male ego. You stick you're dick in a woman and assume your seed can overpower modern medicine."

"What," I asked. 

Carol now looked at Melanie, "Well I guess you have your answer."

"What, "I said again.

Melanie had even more tears in her eyes.

"Please, so I don't have to say WHAT again, will some one take pity on me?"

Melanie looked down, "No, I'm not pregnant, but I want to be. I just wasn't sure that it would be what you want. When Carol saw that room she believed that, this was my way of making a subtle hint to you."

I took her in my arms, "If you want, come with me and we can take care of that right now, though personally, I'd rather wait until we were married."

"If you two don't stop this mush, I'm going to barf."

"Come here baby, I said to Carol, "Time for a group hug."

"No Carol said, "It's time to go before fly-boy ties me up to the out side of that rotary-craft and flies off. ----------

At 4:00 on the dot, we touched down at "The Villa".

We were greeted by a young Sophia Lauren. Long dark brown hair, big deep brown eyes, high cheek bones, full lips on a long face and cleavage that, "Ouch" I said as Melanie gave me a sharp elbow in the ribs along with some sound advise. "Close your mouth, you're drooling."

Nicoletta, or Nikki as she asked me to call her was an Italian bombshell. When I say that she looked like Sophia Laurens younger sister, both she and Melanie had stories of how she had once been mobbed in Florida at Disney World by tourists who thought Nikki was her.

We sat in a large sunken family or gathering room that had a central open fireplace with hood above. The room was conducive to relaxed conversation, with artwork that, I was told by Melanie, came from local southwest artists. The furniture was dark wood and leather, with large heavy low tables and stands.

Carol started to talk about our business venture but was cut off by Nikki, saying. "I know you are excited, as am I about this project, but now is the time to renew old friendships."

And looking at me, said, " And of course, make new ones. After dinner we can digest our meal and discuss business over coffee and cognac." 

"And Melanie, I had them make Paruginies and Ba-bas just for you."

As our conversations continued, I mentioned that her villa was incredible and seemed to exude a warm welcoming feeling.

She expressed surprise, "Oh, I thought you knew, this place is titled "The Villa" it isn't really one and I do not own it. It belongs to friends of mine. Roberto Motta and his wife Anna, we some times trade places. They allow me access to this house while I give them entry to my place in Germany."

At that moment, a slender older woman, who looked anything but Italian entered and announced, that dinner will be served in moments. ----------

The entire dinner must have taken over an hour and a half to eat, as there were delays between each of the four course meal. The conversation had no such delays, we all continued to talk, telling humorous stories and describing some of our lives adventures to each other. 

By the time I was done, I remembered seeing an old Alka-seltzer commercial, "I ate too much I ate to fast." Oops, I wasn't done, then came out a small plate of pealed and cut fresh fruit, with walnut halves and whole almonds. Finally, I pushed my chair away from the table and said, "Will someone please roll me away, so I don't eat any more."

"Oh my God, Carol blurted out, "I think I just popped a button on my slacks."

Nikki just smiled, "Yes, the food was very good, but I believe we all need some coffee to help us digest."

And as she spoke, the espresso was served. We were each given a demitasse cup along with a small ceramic pot of steaming espresso, along with a slice of Panatone. I was told it was a dessert usually served around Christmas and New Years, but as Roberto owned the company that made it, it was served at every occasion in his house.

Once we had each drunk our first cup, Nikki began, "Now tell me all about the venture that we are about to embark upon."

Carol began, "Well, I'm sure Melanie told you we need investment money and want four female investors to put up twelve million dollars each, with another five in one to two years."

"Carol, " Nikki spoke. "I would give you fifty millions now. I don't know you all that well, but I know Melanie and if she thought investing in pet rocks was a good idea, I'd back her one hundred percent."

Melanie began, "Nikki, it's not just about the money. We really need four influential women." 

"Ah, now I see where you're going, yes, yes, very smart. Did you invite Jean Blance?"

"No, I wish I had more time, but we need to move quickly, that's why you and IS were the first two I contacted."

"Good, I haven't seen IS since last Christmas when the three of us went to Reno."

"Don't remind me, IS almost got us thrown out of Binions when she climbed up on the stage with that singer.

"Anyway, Nikki, I need to explain everything we intend to do and offer, so you can promote us to the 'In People' you know. I don't know exactly how to put this."

Carol interrupted, "I can be crass, I'll tell her.

"Nikki, in addition to the standard services I offer at my clinic and the pampering of a spa, John can make a woman have a female ejaculation and orgasm that will curl your toes. That is our ace in the hole. That is what wealthy women will pay good money for."

"You mean you want to sell John as a kind of sex slave to these women?"

Melanie, spoke, "No, he has a very special ability and the only way for you to truly understand it is to experience it."

Nikki developed a shocked expression and kind of pushed herself back in the chair as she said, "You want me to have sex with your lover?"

"This is not going well." I interjected. "Will both you and Carol just relax and let me try and explain?

"Nikki, First and foremost, I don't have sex with the women who seek the release of their tensions. I get women to ejaculate.

"I have been told by some that it feels like a religious experience. After I am done with my explanation, ask both Carol and Melanie how it feels to them and what they have seen happen to the one woman they saw me work on.

"That said, here is how I work. First, the woman needs to empty her bladder, then she will lay on a bed with a pillow under her head. I do what I can to relax her. After the first session, relaxation is not as complicated an issue, however the initial session is perhaps the most difficult aspect of the female release.

"Once relaxed I insert two fingers into her vagina and by manipulating her peritoneal gland she releases a fluid very similar to that of a man, minus the actual sperm of course. After the release, the woman feels at peace and is allowed to rest. End of session.

"Ok, now, Carol explain what you saw in Kay and how you felt, and then its Melanie's turn. Once she has heard your stories, if Nikki agrees, she can experience this female ejaculation first hand, so she can then explain it to her female friends and there by creating a demand for our business.

"Carol, you have the floor."

Carol now became more clinical and explained in detail the session with Kay and the end result. She then went into more personal and detailed description about her session than I expected her to. As she continued, I noticed Nikki began to fidget and several times, I saw her hand move from the table to her lap.

Next, it was Melanie's turn. She mentioned that her relationship with me was more than casual, so her feelings would be bias, but she also gave a more vivid explanation than I had expected.

When they were both done, all three women looked flushed and a want seemed to fill their eyes, as they looked at me with expectation.

I looked at them and said, "No, No, No, I have a weak heart, just Nikki."

Nikki realized the ball was in her court. "I want to see if this is all true, but to be honest, I am afraid. If I go along with this will you two be with me?"

"Oh Nikki. They both cooed together, "Yes , it is kind of scary the first time, not knowing if you can do what John says. Especially knowing other women have, I know that was part of my fear also," Melanie said.

I interrupted, "You three, go and get ready and I'll have another cup of espresso. Just call me when." ----------

Melanie came out to get me, she had a pink fluffy robe, with a collar of darker pink feathers. She caught the fact that I did a double take and had to look down to hide the smirk on my face. I had an overwhelming desire to make a remark about her bordello robe, when she spoke.

"Don't say a word, and especially keep your mouth closed when you see Carol, even if you have to bite your tongue." 

"Well, that was fast," I said, trying to change the subject before I put myself in the doghouse.

"Look, John, Nikki is very nerves now. Carol mentioned how you saw through her and got her to vocalize.

"Once she heard that, I saw tears fill her eyes before she could wipe them away. John, something is wrong and she is frightened, but seems to want to do this, so please, don't push if she doesn't want to give in."

"Melanie, I promise, I will not push unless she wants me to. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

She paused for a moment, "I know, but she seems more frightened than I was."

"Ok, it's good you told me. Now I need to know from you, if I need to, well, stimulate her for a while or..."

Melanie cut in. "I know what you're saying, and no, I won't be jealous, help her if you can."

"Melanie my love, can you pretend that the things you see me do to her, I am actually doing them to you?"

"I know you love me, now lets go and I want you to help her if you can. Make me proud John."

We walked into the bedroom. Nikki was lying on the bed in a similar white fluffy bathrobe and Carol was sitting on the bed beside her in a fluffy red one. I could see a glare in Carol's eye, almost daring me to say something. A nudge from Melanie made me back down from the challenge.

On the nightstand was a hairbrush, a small bottle of feminine lubricant and there was a small glass dildo. I was told; by a blushing Nikki, that it was all she had in the area of personal pleasure items.

Carol stood and walked over to the chase lounge while Melanie sat in the chair by the vanity.

"Nikki, do you want to remove the robe or just part it for me."

Carol spoke before Nikki could formulate an answer. "Nikki baby, take my advice, take it off now, if you don't it'll just get in your way."

"Ok", came from Nikki as she stood and slid the robe off. Her ass was tight and firm, curving down to beautifully shaped legs. Her fully exposed breasts jiggled as she walked over to Carol and handed it to her.

Nikki walked erect, spine straight in an effortless gate. Her calves were not muscled, but she moved with the appearance of having power in her legs.

She lay back on the bed, legs pressed tight together, making her mound of short black hair seem to protrude upward. Without a word, she locked her eyes on the ceiling.

I reached down and put my hand on her full breast as I noticed her small tight nipples were both located very close to the bottom of her pinkish brown areola.

As she felt my touch, she just blinked her eyes shut for a moment. I gently pulled on one nipple, and noticed the same single blink.

I took my hand away, another blink. I turned my body, putting my head next to hers and looked up at the ceiling.

without looking at her, I said, "Could you scoot over a little?"

She obediently did, keeping her arms at her side.

I laid my full body on the bed, put my hands on my stomach, and said, "Can you move over a little more, I don't see it."

Her first words, "See what?" 

"I don't, know. I'm hoping I'll know it when I see it."

"What are you talking about." she sounded a bit irritated with me.

I was still lying next to her, pushing against her slightly as I said, "Are you looking at something special, or am I that ugly that you can't bear the sight of me."

She rolled over on top of me, put her head in my neck and began to cry. 

I heard a noise and thought Melanie had jumped up to comfort Nikki, so I pulled my hand from my side, held up a stop signal and then wrapped my arm around Nikki and held her as she cried.

As the crying subsided, Nikki tried to move off me, but I held her tight until I felt her relax. I then rolled her over, putting her on her back again as I lay on my side propped up by my elbow.

Looking down on her, I said, "No words Nikki, just relax and feel me touch you."

My lips touched hers and her hands came up and held my head as she began to kiss me back. I did not pull away, I interlaced my fingers with hers and brought them to the back of my neck, then my shoulders and finally to my chest as I pulled my lips from hers. 

She gave a soft whimper of no, as I said, "shhh, just feel everything, and relax, let me do all the work."

I let go of her hands and stood at the bedside, "Now, slide over this way."

She obediently responded.

I bent and began to kiss her jaw line. As I worked my way to her throat, she lifted her chin higher to give me more access. Her hands once again went to my head and I moved my lips to her ear and whispered, "This is all for you Nikki, please, relax and let it happen, relax, feel and enjoy the sensations."

She took her hands away, let out a heavy breath and sigh, as her body seemed to deflate.

I moved my lips to her right breast and began to run my tongue around it. I took hold of her left hand and placed it on her breast. Finding her fingers, I directed them to her nipple. She needed no further coaching after that.

I was still busy lavishing small kisses and licks to her other breast, as I felt her move fully into this comfort zone. I moved and slid my tongue down, across her belly and into her short-cropped pubic hair.

She did not jump as I expected, she simply raised her hips and pushed her body back, so my tongue came in contact with her clit. It was almost as long as Carols, but no where as wide.

I flicked my tongue over it and again her hands were at my head, pushing me against her. I let her push and as I sucked her clit in my mouth, her hands flew away and I heard them slap the bed as she gave a loud gasp.

I let go and stood over her as she whispered up to me, "I've been bad, please fuck me hard. Spank me if you must, but I need to be punished. I need to feel pain."

No longer whispering she said, "Use the hair brush, hit my pussy, fuck my ass, punish me, I've been so bad."

"Nikki, this is better I promise."

I pushed two fingers into her. I didn't rock them as I normally do. I thrust them in and out while trying to feel for that spongy spot. I had to push my hand hard against her and hold it there while I searched with my fingertips. When I found it, it was still very soft. I pulled out of her and now began rubbing her clit as she was complaining.

"No, No. Make it hurt, do it hard. Put more in me."

I applied more pressure to her clit as I rubbed. 

"Harder," she yelled as she pushed her hips up.

I roughly pulled my fingers down off her clit and jammed three of them into her cunt, to hear, "Yes make it hurt. Do it fast and hard. Make me cry."

I gave her several fast and hard thrusts, and finally, there it was, now sticking out to where I could feel it. I began to tap it very hard and all her motion seemed to stop, as if her brain had to understand this new feeling.

I slid my fingers back out to rub her clit and changed techniques. I pinched her clit with my fingers and pulled on it. I began to pull, push and squeeze her clit hard, to be rewarded with "Oh Fuck, fuck it hurts, do it don't stop."

I did stop, to yells of "NO, NO."

Before she could complain further, I jammed four fingers in her and began to push.

She spoke in a panicked voice, "What are you doing? I'm going to pee. Stop. What are you doing?"

"Go on Nikki," I said. "Be a bad girl and pee so I can punish you." 

"Oh I shouldn't," she cried as she bucked my fingers out and began to squirt and scream, "OH MY GOD." 

When her hips came back down, four of my fingers impaled her again.

"Now to punish you and make you squirt."

She cried, "Harder. Shove your whole hand in me."

I tucked my thumb in and with a brutal thrust; my hand penetrated her up to my knuckles. To the sound of a wild scream, I pushed again and my hand was buried in her cunt up to my wrist.

Her hips began to move in an effort to come. My hand in her cunt pushed down as I told her "Not yet! I need to punish you!"

This was all new territory to me, and I found myself being turned on in a way that I had never before experienced.

I began to slap her clit with my free hand as I made a fist with the hand in her cunt. I began to turn my fist, applying hard pressure against her engorged gland.

Every time she would move her hips in an effort to release, I would slap her clit again as she cried her pleas for me to let her cum. 

"No, don't move! This is your punishment for being bad."

Now tears were streaming from her eyes as she begged for release. When I saw tiny pulses of fluid being forced out of her, I yelled. "NOW! Come now!" 

As I ripped my hand from her cunt. She was bucking, rolling, screaming and squirting as I pinned her shoulders to the bed. I sucked her breast deep into my mouth, and began to bite.

I didn't know if she was still squirting, but her hips were still thrashing and I still needed force to keep her shoulders against the bed.

Then, almost eerily, it was quiet. Her body went limp and dropped to the bed. Through her breast in my mouth, I could feel her heart pounding. I could feel the blood rushing thru it.

I released her breast, got the dildo and inserted it into her open vagina burying the glass rod deep in her. As I slid it in, I could actually see the pink flesh in her open cunt, still pulsing in spasms.

I brought her into the fetal position and after retrieving her robe from the lounge, covered her with it.

Melanie was laying on the floor, pulling on a nipple, her eyes closed, oblivious to all around her as she fucked herself, her hand moving in short bursts as she pleasured herself, her thighs slick with her own lube.

Carol was laying on the lounge, one leg over the side, a large wet spot on the cushion as she had three fingers in her cunt. Her other hand was pulling her clit to new lengths as she seemed to strum it with her fingers. Her face was knotted in deep concentration.

I went over to Melanie, took my cloths off and knelt beside her, pulling her up into my arms.

"John, no, no, just fuck me John, make me squirt, I need it. I've come so much, I need to squirt."

I knelt between her legs and put them over my shoulders as I drove my needy cock into her.

Her pussy seemed to be going wild as it wrapped it self around my thrusting shaft. I was so hot and so hard, it hurt. I needed to release and I pounded hard and fast into her.

Melanie was coaxing me on. "Yes, Yes, that's the spot. John fuck it, hit it hard. Yes."

She jolted and my prick came sliding out as she pumped spray over my chest. I could feel the force behind each squirt. As they slowed and stopped, her eyes closed and her leg muscles relaxed.

"No Melanie," it was my turn to feel the desperation of need. "Oh Darlein, I need to cum." I almost wailed.




Magic Fingers Ch. 10



"John, Baby, come here." It was Carol.

Before I did, I put Melanie's fingers in her and covered her with her discarded robe, then went to fulfill my needs.

I moved over to Carol.

"Carol, sit in my lap and take me in you, I need to cum as badly as you."

Carol moved quickly, directing my cock into her ass as she snuggled down on it. I could feel her thrusting fingers. I didn't know how many she had in her but I could feel them, pushing in as deep as she could get them, before letting them slide out, only to repeat the same deep thrust.

"Oh, Carol, you're making -- my -- prick..."

She pushed her fingers in again and began stroking me through her thin wall.

"Cum!" I cried as I erupted in her ass, pulse after pulse as she continued to stroke me.

"Oh John. It feels so good, but I need something more to bring me over the edge."

"Get up Darlein, I'll make you cum," I told her, feeling her ass slide off my cock, despite not feeling completely finished.

I made her sit on the edge of the chase and lay back. I spread her legs and inserted two fingers in her cum filled rectum. I took her engorged clit into my mouth and sucked it. I bobbed my head, sucking hard as I drew back, and then applying pressure to it with my lips as I pushed forward into her pussy. Again and again until I was rewarded with a "Yes John you're going to do it. Yes I'm going..."

She stopped to breathe as I began flicking my tongue around her clit. With a spasmming cry of, "Yeah, Yeah, Yeahhh. Thank you baby. Oh God, it's still throbbing and, and. I'm Cumming -- again."

I could feel every muscle in her body become wire taut as she clenched thru another orgasm.

As she finished she relaxed and closed her eyes. When I released her clit and pulled my fingers from her ass, she jumped as if hit by an electric shock. 

When I stood, she noticed that I was still hard and reached out. Taking hold of my shaft she tugged me closer and commanded, "Get up here, and lay on your back. It looks like I didn't do such a good job on you the first time."

I eagerly did as she commanded.

She backed on to me. Her ass swallowing my prick, or rather just the head.

As I felt her tighten and slide up and down over the head, I cried, "Oh God, Carol I can't last like this. I'm going to cum. Carol, -- are you going -- to cum with -- me?"

"No baby, this one's just for you."

"Oh that's it. Oh Yeah." I grunted as I drove deep into her. I felt my body shake as the cum shot out of me.

The last spasms were coursing thru my body when I opened my eyes and looked up to see Melanie, standing beside us, masturbating again.

"John I'm cumming again, just from watching you."

Her orgasm hit and she breathed her way through it. When she looked up, she noticed Nikki, just laying there, calmly watching us. She bent and gave me a short kiss, then on trembling legs, she went and lay next to Nikki.

"How are you feeling," she asked.

Nikki smiled "I feel tired and at piece. I guess I should be embarrassed, but I'm not." 

Melanie, asked, "Embarrassed at watching us have sex. If any one should be embarrassed it should be us."

"No, not about you, that was enjoyable, just laying here watching and listening to you. Seeing and hearing your cries of pleasure. 

"I was talking about me wanting to feel pain. I used to think I was odd, for wanting that. John has made it seem natural and you were right about the after glow. I am still in it.

"You will have women booked a year in advance for therapy like this. I will be on the phone tomorrow, by the time you open, you will have a years worth of reservations.

"It's late I know, why don't you all stay and I'll have William fly each of you to work in the morning."

We were all exhausted and quickly agreed. ----------

The next morning we landed on the roof of Carol's clinic. Then, Melanie and I were brought to the airport. I took Carols xj7 and Melanie took her car home, changed and left for work.

I shook my head, yesterday was a blur. Melanie really wants to marry and have children. Nikki has signed on as a partner, the site of our clinic spa is a pipe dream come true and today promised to be very similar. ----------

We each had our area of expertise. I personally thought mine was by far the easiest, but to fulfill my end, I had better get going.

My first stop was to find a hooker, actually four or five hookers. For the type of girls that I needed, Graigs List was the place to start. I needed to weed thru them to find one for this very afternoon and another for early tonight.

The good thing about Graigs List is that these women are often desperate and in need of fast cash. What I was offering was a clinical place, where they would be and feel safe. Also, they would not feel like they were being use for sex. They would be more open and willing to act natural. Plus it was a given each would have some type of problem and despite their present position, most would feel nervous.

Next, I called the local community college. I indicated that I was connected with Carol's clinic and told them that we were looking for volunteers for a research study program of women's physical responses in relation ship to the stimulation of their peritoneal gland. I gave the woman who was taking the information a general outline of what we were going to do.

"We need women to volunteer for this program who are willing to have their particular gland manually stimulated to see if they will express the glandular fluid and to record their reactions. To simplify this even more, I can put it like this. We are studding the effects of female ejaculation. There is no intercourse involved. The women do experience an orgasm or orgasms and they may or may not ejaculate. We are looking for up to twelve volunteers of various ages. They must under go a half hour interview. At the end, they will be paid twenty dollars cash and get a ten-dollar gas card.

"If they pass our requirements they will be paid one hundred and fifty dollars, for each study session that will last approximately forty five minutes. Interested parties should call The Pine Valley Clinic, ask for clinical studies and leave their name and a contact number." 

My request was well received by the college and by noon that day calls were coming in.

I called Mark, "Is your arm back to normal?" 

He laughed, "I thought I'd never be able to use it when I woke up yesterday. My wrist was sore and swollen and every other muscle in my arm felt like it had been torn."

"Well don't worry, it gets easier and I have something for you that will help a lot."

His voice now got serious, "John, do you honestly think I can do this? I mean, I know it was awkward the other night but you just seemed so natural at it and to hear Carol talk, you make Jung seem like a bumbling boob. I'm not sure that I have or will ever have the natural ability you need me to have."

"Mark I can tell you that you do have the talent until I'm blue in the face. It's you who has to believe it and in less than two hours you will be on your way to finding out. 

"I have a woman volunteer who is going to be nervous, perhaps non-believing and I would guess has more than one problem. You don't have to solve her problem or even confront her with it. All you have to do is reason it out and make her squirt.

"Once you're done no one will ever have to tell you if you have the right stuff, you'll know.

"I'll have you paged once I get Ms. Desire Wells into the room that Carol has set up, just for us. I'll introduce you to her, I'll make sure her gland is satisfactory and insure that you have found it. Once that's done, I'll leave. The rest is up to you.

"I know I'm throwing you to the lions, but I have faith in you. Ready?"

"No, but if you think it's best this way then let's do it."

I went by Dicks Sporting Goods and got the wristband. My next stop was, Adam & Eve. Here I bought several butt plugs, two expensive glass dildos, several different size soft rubber dildos, along with the Hitachi Magic Wand and a large bottle of liquid lube. The young sales girl must have met her quota for the day on just what I bought.

They were expecting me at the clinic. The admitting nurse gave me a big smile at the sight of the Adam & Eve bags, along with the list of eight names to call, from the college response. I was then shown to a small office and the adjoining examination room.

I was notified when Ms. Wells arrived, put on a lab coat and went out to meet her. I directed her to the examination room and asked the receptionist to page Mark.

Once we were in the room, I handed Ms. Wells an envelope that she quickly opened. She removed the money and counted the seven twenties and a ten, before dropping the envelope in the waste can and shoving the money in her red sequenced bag.

"Well honey," she said. "Is this for real or do you just want to play doctor?"

I looked at her firmly. "You are the Miss Wells that I spoke to on the phone. Are you not?"

"Well yes," she replied, shakily as the realization of authority sank in.

"Well then you were fully informed of what I want and what you are expected to do for the money you were just paid. Are you not?"

"Well yes." she replied nervously.

"Fine, then disrobe and then sit on that table. If you wish a gown, there is one." I pointed to a flowered pail pink and white gown on the door hook.

"We are waiting for Nurse Albright to arrive before we begin. While we are waiting, I expect you to begin to masturbate and arouse yourself."

I went to the drawers where I put the specialized equipment. I took out the lube, a glass dildo and the Hitachi Wand. Placing them on the bed tray to give her access. I then plugged the wand in and told her. "I will be back in a moment and I expect you to earn the money you were just paid and be fully aroused when I return."

Without another word I left the room.

Mark was walking up the corridor. We greeted and I could see he was nervous. 

"Mark this is going to be great. You will remember this, your first real victory, for the rest of your life. Oh, and if you think you're nervous, you should see what I've done to the young woman in there.

"Here, give me that file, you won't need it now. Shall we," I said as I waved a hand in the direction of the exam room.

When we walked in Ms. Wells was busy with the dildo in her pussy and the wand just buzzing away at her clit.

She spoke, "Well, ah, ah Doctor, I'm wet." 

I didn't look at her, I just said, "Yes, Yes good." and began to loudly talk to Mark.

I reached in my pocket and pulled out the wrist support. "This I believe is yours, I found it on my desk, please don't leave it there again. Now, let us check to see if she is ready."

I put on rubber gloves and Mark followed suit. While applying lube to my fingers, I snapped at the girl.

"Remove those foolish things." 

With no finesse, at all I slid my two fingers into her, never making eye contact and felt around. She was too nervous to respond to the touch, but I felt it, nice and hard.

"Aah," I said and removed my fingers. 

Looking at Mark. "Now let us see if you can locate the gland."

Mark inserted his fingers far more delicately than I, as I spoke quickly, "Well have you found it yet."

Mark became nervous, "Ah, Ah I think so, yes."

"Well," I said exasperatedly. "Is it yes?"

Mark nodded.

"Fine, Fine."

I had removed the gloves and put my hand on Marks shoulder. As I turned, I made him turn and I whispered, "Now, calm her down."

Allowed I said, "Well do what you can and note your observations accurately." as I closed the door.

The adjoining office was part of the training exam room. Carol used the room to evaluate new nurses and doctors. It has a two-way mirror and speaker system.

I walked in, just in time to hear, "Well he is the most rude fucking ass hole I have ever seen." 

"Yes," Mark replied, "I know several people who have told me they think he can be a real ass at times." 

I almost laughed out loud.

"Now, you have a very nice way about you. I noticed when your fingers were in me you weren't rough at all."

Mark began, "Ok, I need you to lay back and spread your legs so I can insert these two fingers in you and we will see if we can't get you to ejaculate."

"I would love that, I could tell all my friends that I can squirt, I'll be so much in demand once..." 

Mark cut her off. "That's all fine and well Desire, but now I need you to relax and concentrate, just quiet down and concentrate on my touch and how it feels."

That a boy I wanted to shout.

He had her bucking and squirting in less than ten minutes. And he was motivating her to ejaculate again. As she began to squirt for the second time, the only word she used was Fuck, in rapid-fire sequence. She almost sounded like a machine gun, over and over, even after she stopped squirting and was only trembling, it was a slower, Ah Fuck, until she seemed to deflate and just lay there. Mark inserted the dildo in her, moved her on her side, covered her with the gown and whispered something in her ear, then left the room.

When he came in the office, he was one smile from ear to ear. "I did it, I didn't find what any of her problems are, but I got her to ejaculate twice." 

"You did better than you know. You may not realize it, but she was a difficult one. She has more issues and problems than any ten people, and she has become to believe that she can't change and that's the way things will always be.

"Mark, I know Carol is going to pay you extra money for your training, and she has her budget restraints. I also know that physically and emotionally, this is more of a strain than Carol understands and I have no desire to tell her or Melanie exactly what it takes out of me and now what it will take out of you, so Mark." I gave him a thousand.

I could tell he was going to protest, so I said, "By the time you are trained and we train others, you'll think I short changed you." 

"Thanks John, for everything. I want you, Melanie and Carol to know, you have my loyalty and friendship. Well, I had best get Ms. Wells up and going."

"Remember, we have another at five tonight."

"Looking forward to it," he said. ----------

I was walking to the exit when I heard. "I see you delivered my car, Thank you very much."

I'd like to say Carol ran to me, but Carol never ran or walked, she seemed to float, even in hospital scrubs she was beauty, grace and elegance.

Some women could put a thousand dollar gown on and they would make it look cheep, but Carol could wear a potato sack and make it look like designer clothing.

I was shocked when she threw her arms around me and kissed me in the middle of her own clinic.

"Tonight John, tonight we have the second investor coming over to my place at 8:00"

"Who is it? Is it IS, because if it is IS, than is IS having dinner with us? "Is it possible that IS is where IS is, or is IS."

"Why must you be such an ass."

"I don't know; Mark just called me an ass too."

"What did you do to poor Mark?"

"Well I got him a hooker to practice on and once I thought he practiced enough I had him make her ejaculate."

"You're a pig and an ass," she said as she took a swipe at my arm. "No, it is not IS, it's the Indian lady, Handout hideous or what ever her name is."

"Fine, I love you." I said as I walked away.

"It's a darn good thing you do," she replied after me.

"Oh Carol, I'm taking your Jag," I said as I dangled the keys in the air.

"You'd better be back to pick me up."

"I will," I said, as I was getting further away. "Be back at five."

By five, I had made the calls to the volunteers and found that six of the eight truly wanted to do this. I informed them that they would be contacted tomorrow with appointment times for them to choose from.

When I returned to the clinic, both Carol and the next subject were waiting for me.

Ms. Hidey Wellin. I escorted her to the examination room and had just gone through the same ritual with her as the first. Only this time, as I went to leave, there were tears in her eyes.

I hardened myself as I said, "I'll be back shortly."

Both Mark and Carol were in the adjoining office watching.

"Mark, this should be a good one for you, and after, if you believe she would be a good subject to have others train on, tell her that we could use her as a training subject. I won't go back in there with you. You must take it from here.

"Are you fine with that?"

"No problem John, I find myself looking forward to this."

Both Carol and I watched as he consoled the girl and got her to relax, by asking her to see herself as a strong woman who would be helping others. It was in that thought that she seemed to find purpose and visibly relaxed as he whispered in her ear, things neither Carol or I could hear. What ever they were, they were the right things. He got her to have a strong orgasm and her ejaculation was no more than a single large gush of fluid, but most importantly, Mark did not push her for more.

"Carol," I said, "you were right on about him, he will be ready to instruct by the end of the week if he keeps this up."

"I see he got a wrist band like yours. And as far as him being ready, I have a question to pose to him." 

Mark let her rest and came in for his approval.

Carol praised him heavily before asking, "Don't you get horny Mark, making all these women cum." Her words didn't immediately register with either Mark or me. 

After, just the smallest of pauses she continued, "I know John does, look he still has a bulge in his pants. Normally, Melanie takes care of his needs and when she is not around, I will.

"Mark, do you have any one to take care of your needs?"

Mark shifted, he was turning red.

"Mark is there a problem I should know about. Please don't be embarrassed. We know you are gay and no one here has a problem with it. That has nothing to do with your ability, but even gay men get turned on when they see a person have a strong orgasm."

"I take care of it myself Doctor, after I'm done, when I go home at night."

"Take care of what? It doesn't look like you have a penis."

"Well I do," he angrily blurted out. "Here!" He unzipped his pants and let them fall.

Carol gave out with a gasp, and so did I.

There, stuck in a condom and held to his leg with surgical tape was his hard long dick. When I say long, it was over a foot long. I had no desire to grab the ruler on the desk and check for accuracy.

I couldn't stop myself, "Doesn't it hurt, taped to your leg?"

With no hesitation, "Yeah, but if I don't secure it and I get hard, I am in real pain, and the condom gives it some room to move, plus it saves me from getting a wet spot on my knee.

I looked at Carol, "Please close your mouth Carol and then give the man with the big dick your apology."



Magic Fingers Ch. 11



Carol gave a gasp.

There, stuck in a condom and held to his leg with surgical tape was his long hard dick. It was over a foot long.

I couldn't stop myself, "Doesn't it hurt taped to your leg?" 

"Yeah, but if I don't secure it and I get hard, I'm in real pain and the condom gives it some room to move, plus it saves me from getting a wet spot on my knee."

I looked at Carol, "Please close your mouth and then give the man with the big dick your apology."

Mark was pulling his pants up before Carol could be come herself again.

"I'm sorry Mark I was just afraid that you had a problem and I wanted you to face it so I could help."

"Carol," I said. "He has a foot-long dick, he has no problems."

"Well, actually I do, but I'll save that for some time when we are all having a family discussion."

"Very good Mark, you're really fitting in. And Carol; close your mouth again.

"Mark, can you finish up here? Carol and I have an appointment and we are running late."

----- On the way to her mini-mansion, Carol told me that she had been on the phone with Melanie.

"She told me that she's had a rough day and that she would have pizza and beer waiting for us."

When we walked in, Melanie was sitting with a slice of everything-on-it pizza, in one hand and a cold beer in the other.

She looked up at both of us, "No: I'm not moving. I just sat down for the first time today. Grab yourselves a slice, a cold one and join me."

We weren't even seated when Carol could no longer contain herself.

"Melanie, you won't believe this."

I knew what was coming and I forced myself to sit there and keep my mouth full of food so I wouldn't say anything.

"Melanie, I saw Mark's dick today."

Melanie seemed unimpressed until Carol went on. "John saw it too."

That got her interest and her eyes narrowed as she looked at me. "And, exactly how did my John get to see Marks dick?"

Carol was getting frustrated with her.

"Melanie hear me out, his dick was taped down the side of his leg. Down to his knee."

"Chew dear," I said. "Don't gasp or I'll have to perform the Heimlich on you."

"No way," Melanie said with more energy than I thought she had and more excitement than I thought she should have shown.

"Yes, way. Way down his leg. Ask John."

"Yup," I said. "Our little Mark could make two of me and still throw a couple of inches away."

"But he's gay," Melanie expounded.

"I know," said Carol. "What a waste. Huh."

"I don't know," I said. "Gay or not. If I saw that thing coming at me I'd head for the hills."

We changed subjects and before long, lost track of the time.

I tapped my watch. "Ah, think we should clean up before Ms. Helen Hindi arrives."

"For the last time. You too Carol; listen up. Her name is Singh Hadi Siddhu." 

"Heard you! But I'm just calling her Ms. Siddhu," Carol called out, as she came out of the kitchen with a large pot of tea.

"I thought we should imbibe, to get the smell of beer and pizza off our breaths."

We were sitting there, drinking tea, enjoying each other's conversation and company, when a black Lincoln limo pulled into Carols drive.

We all rushed to greet this new potential investor. She was dressed in typical female Indian garb with a ruby stuck in the middle of her forehead.

"How are you all doing this evening," she asked, with a very heavy Indian accent.

She seemed to have a harsh wicked mother voice. And when she looked at anything, she seemed to be scrutinizing it, assessing its value. I did not have a very good first impression of her and was beginning to dread my part in this enticement of investment money.

We sat in the dining room, sipping tea and filling Ms. Sadist Shitsue, or what ever her name was, in on the business plan. When Carol and Melanie were done, I felt it was my turn to contribute.

As I started to explain female ejaculation, she became overly animated.

Waving her arms around, she said, "It is about time that you Americans started to learn the Indian ways of pleasuring yourself. In India, we are taught as young girls to expel our water as we are masturbating or at the proper time when having sex."

Carol asked, "So you are familiar with female ejaculations?"

"Oh heavens yes. You Americans are very backwards about so many things. Here, I will show you."

To everyone's shock this small woman got up from her chair, hiked her surrey to her knees, squatted, flatfooted, reached up her dress and began to stimulate herself. Not to an orgasm, but to gushing puddles on Carols highly polished bamboo floor.

She was happily pumping away, while saying, "See how easy it is. All American women should be trained this way."

Carol was running to the kitchen as her stern doctor's voice cut the air. "You mean we should be trained to be as uncouth as you?"

Carol ran back with a hand full of dishtowels and dropped all but one onto the puddle. She handed that one to Ms. Siddhu, saying, "Please stick this between your legs so you won't drip any more on my floors as you leave. Come Ms. Siddhu. I'll see you to the door."

Melanie sat there in shock as I began to sop up the puddle with the towels, as Carol frog-marched our, would-be, investor out the door.

When Carol came back, she was still steaming. She softened when she saw me and said, "Thanks John, please just throw those in the trash."

Melanie now felt guilty. "Oh my god Carol, I'm so sorry, if I had thought that she'd be this bad, I never..."

"Melanie, this is not your fault, there is no way you could have known."

"But there is. I helped find her a home in San Diego, she was difficult to deal with and the seller of the house was brought to tears by her. At the time, I thought it was just her way when purchasing something."

I interrupted. "You mean you had no idea that she was as crude and obnoxious as she is? Well, for me, I'm glad this happened, because if it had gone on much longer, I'd have stuck a knife in her, not my fingers."

Carol started to laugh. "I wish you could have seen your face Melanie. When she yanked up that dress of hers and stuck, lord knows how many fingers up her pussy and started to deposit a flood on my floor. Good God; could you imagine her as an investor? We'd all be in prison for her murder."

Melanie and I left Carols place late that evening. We were both to tired for any real fooling around. I slept in the buff while Melanie had on her, short, slip-type, nightgown. No bra or panties.

I snuggled up behind her, put by dick in the crack of her ass, put an arm around her and cupped her breast. Feeling her nipple in my palm and my dick softly cradled by her ass, we both drifted into a peacefull sleep.

----- The next three days were non-stop for everyone, including Mark who was progressing very well. Especially with the more normal women, from the college, who still had problems, but hadn't been beaten down by a tough life. These women were the ones that found the bliss in the after-glow of their climaxes. I believe Mark was finding his new ability to be more satisfying.

I was drawing several rough layouts of how I wanted the rooms, where the clients were to have their ejaculating experiences or therapeutic sessions as Carol wanted it called. I wanted the rooms to look and feel relaxing, yet be functional. I was just sitting back, pleased with my work, when I got a call from Melanie.

She was excited, as she blurted out, "The twins just called."

She went on to explain that they would be landing in San Diego in just four hours. They were on their way to Hong Kong. They had been asked to be present during the negotiations of a deal for one of the domains that they held so they could only spend the night before they had to leave.

"That's great," I said with excitement in my voice.

"John," she paused before continuing. "There is a problem. There are two of them and only one of you. We only have them for a limited time. Can you work with one right after the other?"

"Ah, now I see the problem. Yeah, Melanie, two women in succession is not a major problem. Though, wouldn't it be better to get them at the same time, so they can talk together about their experience? We could then talk to both of them, answer their questions and get a commitment from them."

"That would be the ideal situation John, but how are you going to do that?"

"I think Mark could be our answer."

"Is he ready?"

"I think so, but this is a great opportunity to find out if he will choke with high-end clients."

"John, this is an expensive way to find out."

"Melanie, I truly have confidence in him."

"Fine," she said. "I'll make the arrangements to have them picked up and brought to Carols."

"How about if we take them to a very small restaurant with good food, and not a lot of glitz. Some place where we can quietly talk before going to Carols. That should make it easier on us."

"Oh yeah, that's a great idea. I know just the place. Both these women like steak and Roy has the best.

"John, will you call Carol and tell her?"

"No problem, and don't forget to include Mark in the reservations."

Instead of calling, I went to Carol's clinic. I didn't have a long wait to see her.

"Light day," she exclaimed as she walked up to me and gave me a kiss.

I told her of the twins, the restaurant and the roll I wanted Mark to play.

"Now, I have a personal question."

"John," she replied. "You know the answer to that, any time you have the urge, I'm available for you."

"Carol, I love you, I hope you know that, but I need you to be there for Mark as well as me.

"Tonight, he is going to work his heart out. Just as I am. When we are both done, we will need release. Mark needs to be seen as part of this and he needs to be relaxed. As the twins are recuperating, would you take care of Mark?"

Carols eyes brightened. "John, I don't think he is looking for a woman."

"Carol; I still haven't talked to Mark yet. His gender preference may not be the problem that you imagine. The facts are what they are. We need him to be relaxed as he plays his part in this."

"Fine, I'll do my part, but I want you to tell me what he said."

I stretched to kiss her lips. And I whispered, "Baby, I'd never do anything to hurt you."

Mark was my next stop. I told him of the twins, how important they are as investors and why I couldn't work with both.

"Mark this is important, our image is important. You and I must be relaxed for the conclusion of the meeting, once the twins have recuperated. Melanie will be there for me and I want you to allow Carol to take care of your needs."

He protested. "John, I can't have an orgasm with a woman."

"Mark, I am going to be very explicit. Carol will take you in her rectum. This may well be the only time that you have ever had total penetration, but Carol can and is willing to do this for you. Trust me on this. Now what I need to know is, will you let her help?"

"Well, I can try."

"No Mark, I don't want to hear, try. Carol will take you in her rectum and she will get you the release that will be required to be at ease when we conclude business with the twins. Once again, will you let her?"

"Yes, Yes," he said. "I can let it happen."

"Ok, now for some more pressure on you. I don't want this to be a one-way street. While you're in her, she will become very aroused. I want to extract a promise that you will make her cum."

"But John, I don't know what I should do for her."

"Stop," I said. "Mark you have a good heart, let her make you cum and you will feel what she needs. All I really expect from you is for you to use the care and compassion that you have. You will sense what to do to make her cum. Don't complicate it, just let yourself feel it."

Mark nodded, "I think I see what you're talking about."

"I knew you would."

----- One of the differences between Melanie and Carol is that Melanie seems to instinctively know what the classy thing to do is. Carol has the good taste that comes with education, the desire to be better than yesterday and money. It was almost as if Melanie had been born into wealth and simply accepts that this is the way things are done.

The meeting with the twins is a prime example. They arrived at 1:00 pm Pacific time. Melanie had a limo waiting at the airport for them. It would take them from San Diego to the Four Seasons Hotel, so they could change and refresh themselves. This was not an over size limo, just your average run of the mill Lincoln. The room was not on the top floor. That would have looked like flash and pretentious glitz. This was simple and well-done.

She did have flowers in the room and made sure that room service contacted them to see if they required anything, from food to having their cloths cleaned and ironed. Melanie personally contacted them while they were in the limo, heading to their hotel, and filled them in on the agenda for the rest of the evening.

Taking into consideration the time lag, we were going to pick them up for dinner at 5:15.

We all agreed to meet at Carol's Clinic. The now oversize limo would pick us up and we would get the twins.

The twins were not what I expected. My vision, had them dressed in identical high fashion dresses with high heals, perfect posture and maybe even a beehive hair-do. Oh yes; don't let me forget big teats, long beautiful legs and gleaming smiles.

Carol, Mark and I waited in the limo as Melanie went out to collect our potential investors.

I felt a slight nudge in my ribs as Mark nodded at the window and said, "They're lesbians."

He saw the quizzical look I had and said, "Trust me I know."

In facial features and stature, they were mirror images. One was dressed in a solid black skirt that came to her mid-calf, dark nylons, and black flats for shoes. At six feet, she did not need heels. She wore a plain white short sleeve, button up shirt, a thin gold necklace with a cross on it, a leather wristband watch and one ring. It looked like a Smokey quarts stone, about the size of a quarter. Her blonde hair was cut short and seemed to be sculpted around her head.

The other wore what I could only describe as a Palm Beach skirt. Big flower print and the skirt seemed to spin out from her body with every movement. She was wearing white one-inch heel, open sandals, no nylons and a wide collar white button shirt. She was topped off with a summery straw hat with cherries or some such thing attached to a wide ribbon that went around it. The hat rested on the top of shoulder length, stick straight, blond hair. She wore the exact same necklace as her sister but had a gold watch with matching band. She too only had one ring. It was a medium size, pink and white cameo of a cat.

They had the same very pale blue eyes and long thin faces that seemed to add to their height. They were athletically thin, no excess weight anywhere, and it looked like their breasts were squashed tight against them.

Mark nudged me again and said, "It would probably be best if I took the dyke and you had the fem."

"What?" As another questioning look crossed my face.

"John, you need to get out more."

Carol finally spoke. "Mark is probably right, you work with Miss Flowers and let Mark take Ms. Executive."

When they got in, they were both extremely pleasant and easy to talk to. I got no sense of the one dressed in the harsher clothing style as being masculine.

Once again, Melanie had class. We pulled into Roys. There was a sign, closed for the day, will reopen tomorrow. The owner greeted us at the door, he held out the chairs for the twins as Mark, and I did the same for Carol and Melanie.

Roy was Greek; I tend to doubt that Roy was his real name. However, he had a reputation among the steak lovers in Pine Valley for serving only the best steaks.

He looked at the sisters and said, "Don't tell me. You are both steak lovers and," he paused, "I think you," he was now talking to the flowered skirt, "like yours done rare, and your favorite cut," he paused again, "you're a tough one. I'm not sure, is it filet mignon or rib eye?"

She smiled and laughed. "Both," she said. "And yes I do like them rare, but with the burn marks very crisp."

"Ah," he smiled. "You are my kind of customer. I will pick the best cut I have of both, just for you.

"And you," he looked at the other sister, "You are easy. It's T-bone or nothing. Am I right?"

She too laughed and smiled. "You are very good, but I like my steak..."

"No, no, don't tell me, let me guess. You like it, medium to medium well. Yes?"

"Yes. How do you do it," she asked.

"It's a gift from God," he said casually.

"You three I know, but you, why have I not seen you in my restaurant before."

He was almost glaring at Mark, as if it were a sin that he never had steak here.

Mark looked up at him and said, "The important thing is that I'm here now. Yes?"

Roy smiled and patted him on the back. "Yes, Yes," agreed Roy. "But you would rather have a hamburger than steak."

Mark looked up. "Sorry, but I'm not much of a steak eater."

"No matter, I'll fix you something that you will eat, don't worry. Trust old Roy."

We talked as we ate. The sisters seemed captivated by Mark, who had spent several years living in Palm Beach and was able to relate to the things and places they were familiar with.

By the time we finished our meal, I thought the twins had a better understanding of who we were and what we were going to offer the 'Rich and Famous' as a remedy for what ailed them.

"Well," Carol said. "It looks like our driver has finished his meal, so we should be free to go."

It was a twenty-minute ride to Carols. Everyone was too full to talk. Once we arrived in the privacy of her home, the conversation definitely took on a vocabulary I hadn't expected.

"Now, let me see if I fully understand," said Robin Banks, the one dressed in black and white. "Because I just don't see this working.

"One of you two," looking at Mark and I, "shoves, whatever it is that you shove into a woman's cunt, basically fuck the shit out of her, make her sing the Halleluiah Chorus and she coughs up a grand."

Carol sat calmly through this, but I could tell, she was forcing herself to stay that way. Melanie was getting red faced, and not from embarrassment, she looked like she was going to clock the vulgar Ms. Banks and poor Mark had no idea of what to say or do.

Before I could let Melanie have at her, I spoke very slowly. I put a smile on my face, one of those Cheshire grins.

"Afraid to try it yourself. Aren't you."

I didn't give them the time to answer, "If it is true that twins have a bond and feel the others emotions then you two would probably sound like a choir. But, to get back to my question, and you have been told of my perceptive abilities, so of course you can understand my curiosity. Why are you afraid?"

Everyone seemed to go paste white at my audacity, as I shut up and stared at the sisters.

Rose, the flowered dress one, cracked first. "It's not that we are afraid, we just don't want people delving into our personal lives."

"So if we assure you that there is not a soul here who cares if you have nightly satanic rituals with goats, or any other personal choices, neither of you would fear experiencing a female ejaculation?

"You do understand, that to experience this is the only way that you will know what this really is and why a woman would gladly hand over a grand as you so eloquently put it."

I stood and looked at both of them. "Yes or no, it's that simple."

They looked at each other, no emotion crossed either of their faces and suddenly, not to be out done, the dyke stood.

"Fine, please explain exactly what is going to happen."

When I was done explaining, in a considerably more pleasant voice than I had earlier used, Rose spoke.

"Can you both do this if we lay side by side in the same bed?"




Magic Fingers Ch. 11



I paused, feigning that I had to think about this for a half minute and replied. "Well, I don't see why not, the only difficulty would be your comfort, your individual space would be restricted to just half a bed."

"That's no problem for us," was the reply.

Robin spoke, "It will be just the four of us, correct."

"Unless you desire other wise, yes, just us four."

"Then, where do we go?"

Carol rose, saying, "Follow me, it's easiest if you change into robes first. When you're changed and ready, I'll get Mark and John for you."

When they left, Melanie looked at me. "I can't believe you read them like that."

"Not me, it was Mark. He was the one who set me on to them being lovers. I just took it a little further.

"Yeah," she said. "I liked the part about the goat."

"It was either that or watch you punch their lights out. Tell me that's not what you were thinking."

"John; Carol is right, you are an ass. Now you two, go in there and make Carol and me proud."

When we went in, they both had on white terry robes and were lying on the bed holding each other's hand.

"Look at them Mark. You'd think rigor mortis had set in, or they were getting ready for the Spanish inquisition."

I saw only the faintest of smiles as Mark spoke. "I don't care, so long as I get the good looking one."

This got a bigger smile from them.

"All right, let's do this," I said. "First, we need you to disrobe, lie back down on the bed, relax, breath normally and relax some more."

They did as I requested. That is, everything but the relax part.

"Ok, we are going to start by massaging your neck muscles and shoulders."

Mark followed my lead.

As I rubbed Rose's neck, I bent down and whispered in her ear. "We have a bet that I can make you cum before he can make your sister cum."

She whispered back. "Robin reaches an orgasm a lot faster than I do, so you'll probably loose."

"Whoa, hold on Mark," I said. "I think there is a mix up, you're supposed to have Rose and I get Robin."

She took a swat at my arm, turned to her sister and said. "These two have a bet, as to who will cum first and I told him you probably would and now he wants to change."

I drew in a fake deep breath, "You are such a story teller. So can we change Mark?"

We all knew it was a ploy to get them to relax, but it was fun for a moment and they both played along.

Mark was mimicking my moves exactly, probably a good thing I thought, as he seemed a little tense.

The small mounds that I thought they had for breasts were the result of a very tight fitting sports bra. Actually, their breasts were quite large and full, but I could almost understand why they wore them, it was as if their breasts were filled with jello. They were extremely soft and squishy, even the nipple never got very hard, though they did rise up along with a good portion of the areola. It was weird to look over and see a mirrored appearance and reactions.

The twins were still holding each other's hand, as we found their soft spongy spot and had begun to work them. Marks technique now began to deviate from mine, but the twins reactions were still in unison.

I began to pump and tap hard against Rose's button and her hips came up off the bed, to be followed a second later by her sisters. They were both softly moaning and gyrating their hips as they rose. I started a hard pumping and when Mark noticed, he did the same.

With a stereo cry of oh yeah, Yeah, YEAH. They shot their hips up and began to squirt, not a lot but in perfect timing with each other. This was sci-fi stuff. I never would have believed two women could produce the exact reactions as the other in the same instant.

When they came back down, we started them up again, pumping and rubbing. It seemed to take longer than it should have for the second orgasm, but when it hit, it was a doozy. They were both crying the others name as they turned their heads and looked into each other's eyes, while bucking their hips and pulsing squirt after squirt.

When they calmed they tried to roll to face each other fully, but I pulled Rose's leg aside and thrust my fingers back in her. Mark coppied, but had a little harder time getting Robin's leg aside, as she was trying to wrap it around her sister.

They were still looking into each other's eyes. As I moved more slowly this time, more deliberately, stroking the still hard dome.

"Push now," I spoke to Mark.

We both did and were rewarded with an "Oh god we're cumming again."

Still facing each other, they raised and angled their hips and began to squirt on each other. This seemed to turn them on more as small short bursts were splashing on the other. Once they collapsed, they wrapped their arms around each other and kissed.

As I watched, I was impressed by the depth of feeling that I saw in these two and realized that it was not unlike the love that I felt for Melanie. I pulled myself away from the tender scene and spoke.

"Mark lets quickly get them into a dry bed. I inserted a dildo into Rose and Mark did the same with Robin. We were both rewarded with the sweetest sounding sigh from the twins.

It wasn't' easy picking them up, they didn't want to let go of the other. But once in a dry bed I covered them as they curled close and hugged. It struck me that was truly a picture of love.

We came out to the garden where Carol and Melanie were sitting.

"We heard them come; loudly. So I take it that everything went well," Carol said with a smile.

"That was very interesting and weird." I said. "Probably, we only have a half hour before they get up, so Carol, would you please take Mark. And Melanie, please I feel a desperate need for you."

Carol took Mark by the hand and they left.

"Where do you want to go lover," she said.

I glanced around. "I love this garden."

"Well," was her response?

I dropped my drawers, and Melanie lifted her skirt up. No panties. She saw me staring.

"Do I know what my baby needs or not. Sit and I'll straddle you."

Melanie was going to sit on my lap, but I told her to turn and straddle me as I straddled the stone bench, a leg on each side. That way we could kiss as we both came.

It was a slow sweet rocking motion. I was deep in her as I held her hips and pulled her to me, then pushed away. It was exquisite torment as I felt her grinding her pelvis into me. So slowly we moved, suppressing the urge to violently thrust, as our climaxes crept up on us. We came in unison, exploding in and around each other. We held each other tight as the last pulses left our bodies and still we held our embrace until I softened. I could feel a dripping between my legs as Melanie pulled herself off my lap.

"Oh shit," she cried. "Carol will kill me for staining her stone bench."

"Quick; hand me my underwear. Don't move," she said as she slid it under my nuts to ensure that no more juice and cum would leak down.

I stood quickly: the stone was still dry.

"Thank god," Melanie said.

"I can't believe we were both so panicked over getting her stone bench wet with a little sex fluids."

"Carol had this bench shipped from Japan. She paid a bundle for it. Now, would you like to explain to her why I put a big wet stain on it that smells like sex?"

"Well, we're safe and we finished before they did."

"Ok," Melanie looked at me. "Give; what's going on here?"

"What are you talking about," I asked.

"Don't play dumb blond with me. I heard you tell Carol to take care of Mark."

"Well, because we all need to have our heads clear from our stiff dicks. Ok, you made me say it."

"John, don't give me that, be honest with me."

"Melanie, I hate it when you want me to be honest with you; when that's exactly what I'm trying to avoid."

"John." She gave me a look.

"This explanation will probably give you insight as to how my mind works."

"John." there was that look again.

"Ok, Ok. When I was in the service..."

She interrupted me. "What does the service have to do with Mark and Carol?"

"Do you want to hear this or not."

"Fine, go ahead. I won't interrupt again."

"As I was saying, when I was in the service there was a guy in my quad. That's the barracks. It's actually four separate rooms with three guys per room. The four rooms surround one common bathroom, ok. So this guy had a dick he could wrap around his leg. Everyone would kid him about it, saying stuff like if I had a dick like that women would be lined up. 

"One day I was joking with him and he told me the truth about having a long dick.

"He told me how a lot of Women want to touch it, some wanted to jerk it off. He told me how only a few would try and suck on it. None would ever put more than the head in and most wouldn't let him cum that way. 'It frightens them,' he told me. Only a few women had ever allowed him vaginal insertion and none had ever allowed full penetration. This guy had a dick that most guys think they want, and he was miserable.

"Mark is not as long, but I'm guessing he has the same problem. That could even be his problem with women. Which leaves him with anal intercourse. I'm guessing that he even has problems with men, wanting a dick that long in their ass or their mouth."

"So where does Carol come into this?"

"You haven't noticed, have you," I asked.

"Noticed what?"

"When we leave here at night, look at her eyes, and you tell me what you think."

"You mean that she wants you?"

"No, she wants some one, any one who will show her some love. Before you say anything. She is not looking for what you and I have and want from each other. It's easy to see, she has no desire for an equal in marriage. She wants a sex partner. Someone who needs what she can give and for a sex partner that she can get satisfaction from. Yes unquestionably, she wants and needs that, even if she won't readily admit it. You watch, when she comes back with Mark there will be a change in her and in him.

"John, you are a romantic. Who would have thought; you a match-maker."

"Go on, laugh if you want, but you'll see."

"They are taking an offal long time, may be I should..."

I reached out and grabbed her arm.

"No. Let's go check on the twins, shall we."

"You go," she said. "I'll check on Carol."

"Melanie," I called, reaching out for her, but I was to slow. "Fine, but I warned you."

I walked in on the twins, still snuggled in each other's arms. One opened her eyes, followed by the other.

"Shhh," I said. "There is still plenty of time. Relax and enjoy the feeling of the moment. I'll wake you in another thirty minutes."

I brushed my hands over both their cheeks and whispered to them.

"You two, in each others arms, are the picture of love. Now rest and dream."

I left the room, closing the door.

When I came back to the garden, there was Melanie, red faced and fanning herself with her hand.

"So, you saw his dick I assume."

"Saw it, you couldn't miss it. The door was open so I went to walk in. John it was enormous, they were doing it doggy style or should I say horsy style. He was pumping into her and when he pulled it out, I froze, I couldn't move. It was like I had just been turned into a statue. John it had to be over a foot long and I watched as he slid it all the way into her. I thought he was going to kill her with it, when I heard her say yes baby push deeper.

"They didn't see me because they were too wrapped up in what they were doing. When he pushed in her, John I swear, I thought I was going to see the head come out her mouth. John you've been in her rectum, how deep is it."

"Melanie, I know things about Carol that I would not tell another living soul. I know some of her demons. If you ask, I will tell you what is relevant, but you're going to have to ask me to tell you the truth."

"John, I love Carol, and that's enough for me, to see her happy."

I put my arm around her as we sat in the wicker swing and I whispered, "I love you and always will, there is nothing stronger than my love for you Melanie, I believe that and I hope you believe it as well."

"John," there was a pause, "John, do you know my demons?"

"Some," I replied. "Though I will help do battle with any and all of them. They hold no power over me. Because they have no power in my heart, it is easy for me to help you sleigh them all, one by one."

"Oh, John I do love you so," she said as she snuggled into me.

"Well, look at those two love birds," Carol said as she and Mark came into the garden.

"Where is the duet?"

"Oh shit, I let them sleep and promised I'd wake them in thirty minutes."

I leapt up and trotted to their room, noticing Melanie's flushed face.

I woke the twins and got their robes from the other room, they both got up naked in front of me and removed their dildos as I handed them their robes.

"I don't know about you two, but I could use some hot coffee and some of the pastries that Carol always has available. What would you two like?"

"Well, we both like earl gray or lady gray if you have it."

"There is little that Carol doesn't stock here. Come on out when you're ready."

"Wait, John. Thank you. We haven't' felt that kind of warm love in a long time and I'm sorry I maligned what you and Mark really do."

Robin, believe me when I say that I understand. Until you experience it, you can't believe that anything can feel as worm and as spiritual as this. You are however both very sweet and kind to mention it to me. Thank you for the compliment both of you. Now, whenever you're ready. Oh, is the kitchen ok?"

They both nodded and I left.

When they came out they were both dressed, but seemed much happier as Carol greeted them.

"When John mentioned you wanted Earl Grey, we all started talking about how long it has been since any of us had some, so I made an entire pot."

It was as if the twins didn't hear. They looked at each other with bright smiles, then at Melanie.

"Well, we have decided, that we would gladly invest in your new spa and if you wish we can have a draft deposited in your account by noon your time."

Melanie spoke. "Ladies, the capitol investing I need from you, won't be needed for about a year. The actual investment for the up and coming spa has been arranged. If I gave the wrong impression I'm sorry, but we are trying to lock down 48 million for the general spas that we will be opening in Palm Beach, San Francisco, New York and either Dallas or Houston.

"You don't know how sorry I am about any misconception that I caused you to have. You don't know how bad I feel. Please don't think this intentional. You are the third investor or investors that we have talked to about this.

"Pardon me if I seem flustered, we truly do want you to invest in the general spa business that will offer the same services. Look, I feel so bad about this. If you promise to promote the spa, we will give you a gold key membership."

Robin spoke, rather gruffly. "Well, we thought you needed four investors for this."

"Again, I'm so sorry for the confusion. Nicoletta Bialotto agreed to fifty million for this project. Unless you wish to offer more than fifty. Then we would be forced to reconsider.

Robin spoke again, this time in an almost timid voice. "No, we couldn't offer that. Though, we can both see the value in what you offer. For us to invest the twelve million, we would put in one proviso."

"What is it," Melanie said breathlessly. "I feel compelled to grant almost any request."

"We want the first spa to open in Palm Beach."

"Oh, for you two, that is an easy request to comply with."

"When can we expect the contracts?" 

Melanie proceeded. "We are still three months from finalizing how the mini spas will function, so you can look forward to them in about a hundred and twenty days.

"Agreed," said Robin, as she held out her hand.

Rose now spoke. "Well, Robin and I had better leave. We have a long flight tomorrow."

Carol spoke, "The limo will take you to your hotel and will take you to the airport in the morning. It was a pleasure meeting you both."

The women we serviced walked up to us and kissed us full on the lips, "Thank you and we will make sure all our friends will visit you both. Good night."

They were just out of the kitchen when I asked, "What happened?"

"Wait for Carol," was Melanie's reply.

"Ok," said Carol. "What evil plot just hatched in your head? I could hear the gears turning as you were talking."

"This is all too simple," Melanie began. "We really don't need more money, if we had to, Nikkie would cover everything. What we do need is exposure to the jet-set. These sisters can't provide that. They are strictly local talent only. So..."

"Don't stop now, I still don't understand." My voice was a little panicky.

Carol spoke. "Melanie, never let this man out of the house with more than twenty dollars. John, these women just paid us twelve million to open a spa in their city. Get it now?"

"Not completely, but I'm guessing we could build one hell of a spa for eight to ten million."

"Yes, we can, but I know for a fact that for around twenty we can buy a small golf and tennis club and turn it into something similar to what we have here. And I know another investor there in Florida who could put up the rest."

Its hard to believe I can be this stupid and still be loved by someone that smart.

----- Two days later, as I was interviewing another training subject for Mark, I got a call from Melanie.

"John, we have a slight problem, Winnie was supposed to fly here tonight and had to cancel because her husband had an episode where he became violent. She doesn't want to leave the Houston area now. Our only chance with her is for us to fly out and talk to her there in Houston."

"Fine. I'm ready when ever you are."

"There in lies the problem. I have closings, one today and two a day for the next two days and Carol has several surgeries, so she can't go. John, that leaves you alone. And John, because of what I did with the twins, we need this one. No pressure. (long pause) John? You there?"

"I'm sorry; John is not in at the present. Please leave a message at the tone. - Beeeep."

"John, you're an ass."

"I love you too Melanie, when do I have to leave."

"I have a reservation, business class, to Houston from San Diego. It's on, Continental flight 214. It departs at gate D6 East wing. You can pick up the ticket at the counter. You need to be there one hour ahead of time and no carry on luggage."

"Fine. When do I have to leave?"

I have you booked at the Hilton, there at the airport and I'll have a limo ready for you. We have a two-hour appointment with Winnie. She knows to expect a full demonstration and said she had all the necessary equipment."

"Fine. When do I leave?"

"Oh, John I'm going to miss you even if it is only for two days."

"Melanie. When do I leave?"

"Well it's 11:05 now. Remember, you have to be there at least an hour before boarding."

"What time Melanie."

"Aaah; 3:20. Ok John I love you. Have a good trip. Call me when you get there." - Click.

Still holding the phone in my hand and speaking aloud to no-one. "I love her, I love her, I love her; I'm going to kill her."

Only a man could have made it to the airport in time, was the voice mail I left on her phone. The one that she wouldn't answer.

---------- It turned out that Winifred lived North of Houston out by Lake Houston in a very exclusive section. I would have figured that with her money, she'd have a big ranch with a mansion that had forty rooms.

I found I liked Winifred almost from the first second I met her. She had class and sophistication, but just under the surface was a woman that could have stepped out of the story 'How the West was Won'. During my visit, she told me that her grandmother came here to Texas in a covered wagon, fought Indians, thieves and drunks and opened the first dry goods store in Temple.




Magic Fingers Ch. 11



"Well," she said after just letting me in. "Melanie tells me that you have some special talents. This I've got to see and you don't have much time to show me, so let's get to it."

She led me to her bedroom. It too came as a surprise. Both Melanie and Carol had theirs done with a decidedly feminine feel. Their bedrooms exuded warmth and comfort, despite the frills.

Here there was no carpet, rugs or runners over the polished hard wood floors. A queen size cannon ball bed with two night stands, an armor and a triple dresser with mirror sat in a room meant to hold a king bed with chairs and considerably more.

Winifred said, "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back. Melanie told me I had to pee first."

When she came back she was naked, no robe, no slippers. She was not tall. Her breasts were a B cup at best, with areolas that rose up, looking like the tops of dark tan mushrooms, with a darker small button on top. On her mound was a thick bush of dark brown hair. She was well preserved for her age with a flat belly. She had no real wrinkles; just lines that I am sure were real laugh lines from happier days.

Despite her brusqueness, it was all too easy to see that she hid her personal pain. I was sure that it was a result of her husband's illness.

"Ok young man," she said as she lay on her bed and separated her legs slightly.

She did not look at the ceiling; she looked directly at me as I walked toward her.

I leaned forward, looked her in the eyes and said, "Darlein, I'll bet your husband had to beet more than one man for making advances towards you."

She threw her arms around my neck and began to cry.

I held her to me and whispered, "Hard times are ahead, but you and I both know your love will see you thru."

She held me and sobbed for herself. When she was done, I felt her muscles relax as if she had just given up. I laid her back and began to caress her breasts, teasing the nipples hard.

I leaned into her and whispered again, "Relax Darlein this time is for you and no one else, feel every touch, let go and relax."

As she exhaled and her body softened, I pulled her nipple into my mouth and began to softly suck as I ran my hand to her belly, between her legs and over her clit. I paused there to press and rock my hand back and forth slowly, not willing to rush anything.

Winnie was responding, she had her hands on the back of my neck, not pulling me in but just holding them there seeming content to just let me slowly suck and lick.

I slid my fingers between her slit and worked them inside her. She was not wet but she was responding. Her hips were moving, trying for deeper penetration. I pressed down against her mound and worked my fingers in and out with increasing speed as she began to murmur softly, as the sensations began to overtake her.

I pulled my head up, with only a small protest and whispered, "Winnie, we need more lubrication."

"In the drawer," came softly from her as she tried to move to get it.

"No. This is for you. I will do all the work, you do nothing but relax and feel every movement."

I got the lube, Astro Glide, and dripped a large quantity on my fingers, and plunged them into her with out any warning, she tensed and took in a sharp breath. I pushed against her as I rubbed the inside of her vagina in search of her spongy dome. A tell tale tremble and the spongy feel told me I found it.

I rubbed, feeling it swell. Then, abruptly, I pulled my fingers out and stroked them against her clit for only a moment before returning to tap her button gland. I pulled out again, to repeat the formula. Again and again, each time drawing her hips up from the bed, until I felt she was ready.

I began quick thrusts into her as I pushed on the spot with each penetration. She was beginning to buck and I knew it would begin any second, when suddenly she thrust her hips up high and cried out.

"Oh Fuck. It's so good. It's, Oh God."

She began to squirt three times before coming down. I was back in her, thrusting even harder this time,

"God I'm cumming again. Don't stop. Do it, do it, Yeaaah," she cried as she shot three more, longer bursts that landed on the floor.

Her heart was pounding, her breathing was a quick short panting, and I put my fingers back in her and moved up so I could whisper in her ear.

"Winnie can you do one more for me?"

"I want to," she said in short gasps. "I want to. I just don't know if I can."

"It's Ok; let me see if I can just make you come."

I removed my fingers from her and got the dildo that was next to the lube, and slid it in her. She gave a sigh of relief. Holding the dildo in her with one hand, I took hold of her clit between my thumb and middle finger of the other.

As I pulled and pushed on it, she used my name for the first time.

"Oh John. Make me cum, make me cum quick I need to feel it, please, please do it, do it, yes."

She came hard, pushing the dildo out of her. I quickly put it back in her.

"Roll on you side and bring your knees up. Now, pull your arms in and put your hands under your chin," I directed.

She did, as I spooned in behind her and held her close. 

As she closed her eyes, she whispered, "Thank you John."

I held her for over ten minutes before getting up and covering her with two of the dry towels. I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for her to stir. It was a good fifteen minutes before I saw any movement.

I knelt over, kissed her ear and said, "Winnie, you need to get cleaned up."

She rolled over and looked at me, her eyes were soft and her face visibly relaxed.

Smiling she said, "Is this part of the service to all the women or just for those you want twelve million from."

I looked her in the eyes, paused before saying, "Winnie, every woman is different, some just need to release fear or frustration, and others have demons that they must confront. I do what ever I can to help, the fact that I am now going to ask you for twelve million dollars, never entered into my mind, when together we overcame fear and felt only love and warmth.

"If you did not and I only imagined it, our spa is not a good investment for you. I just ask that you tell me the truth."

She pulled her head into my lap and began to cry again. "I'm sorry John; I have become so bitter lately. After what you just gave me, the peace that I felt, I'm sorry for what I said."

"Winnie, you are fine, you only need an outlet and a periodic renewal of your strength. You have nothing to be sorry for."

"John," her hand closed on my hard prick. "Melanie asked me to do something for her, if and only if I felt it was right."

She began to unzip my pants, "John, I haven't done this in years, I hope I remember how," she said as she removed my cock and sucked it between her lips.

She stroked my cock with her tongue and moved her head up and down. I thought of Melanie and I began to throb as she licked the underside of my dick until I exploded, spurting cum into her open mouth. 



Magic Fingers Ch. 12



I left Houston, with the promise that a draft would be deposited in our account and was given a small but heavy box for Melanie. I was told that she would know when it could be opened. I also promised Winnie, that should she ever need another session, as she put it, I would be there to help. 

She was one of those sound and good people that you come in contact with, every so often. She reminded me a lot of the man who set me up in business.

I also came away from Houston, with an idea, one that would probably be put to good use. Winnie had difficulty arching her back which may have lessened her sensations, not by much, but I am a believer in every little bit helps. We needed to find one of those hospital beds that raises and lowers in different spots and modify it. From what Melanie told me, this woman was involved in more high-society social clubs and knew more women than any four jet-setters. I could only believe that most of these women were around Winnies age. As a result, I could see where the modified bed would make a difference.

While I was waiting in the airport, I couldn't help but think of the first woman I met here in Houston. I felt I owed her a debt of gratitude that I would have gladly paid. I sent out a silent prayer that her son was well and that she no longer had to suffer at the hands of others, while looking for a little mercy and kindness.

I called Melanie and thanked her. 

"Why," she asked.

"Because of the gift that you asked Winnie to give me. It was the thought of you that gave me the release I needed."

"I only wish I could have been there for you John. I hate this being apart even for just two days. I feel like part of me is missing."

"I know. It's the same with me."

"John, Carol and I talked." There was a long pause.

"Oh." I said, "You honestly don't expect me to be surprised do you?"

She chuckled, "No I guess not, but this effects all of us, including Mark."

"So, you two have finally decided to cut Mark in on the business. It's about time."

"John, I hate it when you do this to me. Here I am, all worried and you act like all this was your idea."

"Oh my lovely one with the short memory. That night with the twins, when Carol took Mark away, I told you what Carol secretly wanted and, just for the record, I was the one who brought them together."

"I know," she said. "Carol told me about your meddling and how you basically tricked them into having sex."

"Well, aren't you happy for Carol?"

"Of course I am."

"Well. Aren't you going to grovel at my feet and beg for forgiveness at ever doubting my work."

"Oh yes my darling." Her voice dripping with honey. "Just as soon as you bring home a pig with wings."

"Over did it, huh."

"As usual," she replied.

"We're boarding now. See you in a few hours."

"I'll be there to pick you up."

----------

We met, hugged and kissed like a seen from a movie. Then Melanie grabbed my hand saying. "Come on I want to get you home and screw your lights out."

"Can I play with you on the way?" I asked in a teasing voice.

"That wouldn't be safe. I loose way to much control when I climax. We'd have a major accident and I'm looking to have more than one good orgasm before I die."

"Good point, but I'm willing to pay for any speeding tickets."

The moment that she closed the door to the apartment, I dropped my suitcase, pulled her close and kissed her deeply. Our tongues intertwining as my hands played over her back and I could feel her breasts against my chest.

My desire for her was so high that I felt I wanted to devour her, to taste her, to force my tongue up inside her. I pulled away from our kiss and slid my body down hers. As my knees hit the floor, I hiked her tight skirt up and pulled her panties down to her ankles. A quick few seconds later my tongue was working its way between the folds of her labia, searching out her tiny clit.

I wanted to make her come there, in the entry-hall, but her desperate cries of, "Oh God John. My legs can't support me like this and I want to come. Please take me to our bed. Then I need you to put your tongue back in me and make me come."

I carried her to our bedroom, her panties falling to the floor along the way. I positioned her so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed. When I grabbed her ankles and raised her legs, she fell back and her skirt rose up as I spread them wide. The view of her beautiful pussy, with its now stimulated and puffy lips made me buried my tongue deep into her in and effort to taste what I had been longing for.

We spent that evening and most of the night, exploring and savoring each others bodies as if it was our first time together.

----------

The next morning we had a meeting. The four of us discussed where we were and where we needed to be.

Melanie spoke, "As far as the investors, we have Nikkie and Winnie on board for the Palm Springs venture and the twins for next years Palm Beach deal.

"I'm beginning to look at it more seriously. There are some great opportunities out there. But for now, we need two more investors for here.

"Sybil Tishman and her Barracuda Lawyer will be in town this weekend and IS will be here Tuesday. Nikkie said she wanted to be here when IS arrived. If we can't lock both of these women up, there is still the Russian Mafia Princess and Velma Price. Her husband controls the gold, literally, they do the majority of North Americas gold refining in Canada, but she controls him.

"So, that said, we should be in good shape and on schedule as I have just made the half-down required payment on the place. It is now official. We have it; minus the final payment that is. I have an agreement with the seller, we can begin work on the place any time we want.

"I turned in my notice to my broker and he tearfully wished me luck. So I'm now free to go at this full time, except for three more closings that I have to attend.

"Now, a quick word about the squeaky, nasally, voiced Sybil Tishman and her Lawyer the infamies Ms. Daphne Daws. Sybil is trying to get out from under the thumb of her controlling lawyer. She asked that no matter what happens at our meeting, we go along and say nothing. She said, if we do as she asks she will insure that we get our investment money.

"Personally I don't like being a pawn in someone else's game and I told her so, but she begged me and said that I'd understand after. I know what you're thinking Carol, that she has lost a few screws, but I'm asking you all to go along on this with me. It's just a feeling I have, but I've got to tell you, I am biased against this Daphne Daws."

I spoke, "Unless Carol has a different take on this, I say what do we have to lose but time."

Carol spoke, "I am not a big fan of the well traveled Tishman girl, but I'll back Melanie and I see more potential for good than bad."

Mark felt obliged to speak, "I'm the new guy and feel lucky to have fallen in with the three of you. As far as I'm concerned, if any one of you told me I should go out and screw a goat, I'd do it without question."

"Well," I spoke up, "Mark there is this..."

Carol gave me a smack in the back of the head.

"You're being an ass again John."

Melanie piped in. "Thank you Carol, you just saved me the trouble of doing the same thing."

I had been put in my place, at least for a while.

"Well," Carol spoke, "I guess it's my turn. We have lined up all the vendors and bids are coming in. Once we get the remainder of the financing, we can place our orders and begin the long process of hiring a staff. I have had an administrator here for a long time and he gave me a recommendation for a good man who just happens to be available, so we will need to bring him in early. He will be responsible for setting the chain of command in the hospital clinic area only. We need other management for the Spa, food service, grounds maintenance and your area." (nodding at me) "That, I believe we should keep separate from the clinic and spa, but overlapping in both those areas. I guess what I'm saying or asking, is how best do we do this."

"Well," I spoke, "instead of having an administrator or manager, we should look at a coordinator, who will work with the spa and clinic management to insure there is a smooth flow and to keep either section from trying to be the controlling party."

"I see what you're saying," Carol began. "Administrators are notorious for trying to gain more power over every segment of operations. Yes, a coordinator would keep both Spa and Clinic management in check. So, now we have our management flow-chart."

Both Melanie and Carol looked at Mark and I.

"Mark and I will begin to lay out a total of six different rooms. That will accommodate the needs of different women."

"Why so many rooms." Melanie asked, "That's chewing up a lot of valuable space."

"Hear me out, Winnie, made me realize two things, one we need to provide some specialized service. An example is, we need to design a bed , similar to a hospital bed that will move to help older women and women with weight problems. Secondly, we need different levels of opulence. Along with the sliding scale of client cost."

Mark, spoke, "As far as the moving bed, I could see a use for it in every room no matter the clients age or weight, I have tried with some success to get women to be on all fours and ejaculate, a bed that would take the pressure off their arms would work better. And I think I have seen the type of bed that is already out on the market that would work perfectly for us."

Mark and I seemed to be talking to just each other.

When Carol broke in, "Boys, remember us?"

"Well," I went on, "aside from that, we need to train up some qualified people and just finding them will be a task. We aren't even sure what the criteria should be. Mark and I will have to work that part out."

We were finishing up, when my cell phone rang, to the annoyed look of everyone else. I looked and didn't recognize the number but was afraid it might be one of my drivers, so I answered. It was Tanya. She was here in Pine Valley wanting to know if I really meant what I said about helping her. She was calling from Denies. I told her to sit tight and I'd meet her there.

Everyone was looking at me, especially Melanie.

"And who was that." she asked.

"Let me start off by saying; one, I need your help Carol; two, I have an idea; three, I need you, (looking at Melanie) to come with me; four, can we have dinner at Carols and after can I get both of you to ejaculate for me? I know I'm being cryptic but before I give up my idea, I need both your reactions."

"Why are you being so mysterious."

"Do you trust me." I asked them.

I got two no's and a yes that came from Mark, for which I thanked him.

I pulled Melanie into my pickup and off to Denies we went. Her arms were folded in front of her chest as we pulled in.

"Aren't you going to tell me anything?"

"Yes, but only in bits and pieces until it all comes together."

This answer was not endearing me to her, but I held my ground. We walked in and I spotted her instantly. She was hard to miss. She saw me and a big smile came over her as she slid out from the table until she noticed Melanie.

"Tanya, hi. I'm glad you decided to take me up on my offer. This is the woman I am going to marry as soon as she will let me. Melanie, this is Tanya, I met her in Atlanta.

"Her so called friends were taking advantage of her and I offered to help if she ever decided she wanted it. It looks like she was smart enough to take me up on my offer. I need coffee," I said and we all sat in the booth.

"Tanya, I promised help, and I assume you don't have a place to stay."

"No," she said as she hung her head.

Melanie was softening towards this woman who was obviously lost and frightened.

"Well, I'll get you put up in the motel, next door. The Travel Eze, at least until you can get your own place and, if I can convince both this lady and another of your ability that could help other women, I can get you a good paying job and help you with your battles."

"You can get me a job?" She asked, now with hope in her eyes.

Melanie was now starting to put two and two together and thought she had the answer, and was relaxing even more.

"Melanie, I told Tanya that Carol could probably help with her weight and with the battle she was suffering from. A problem that her friends were taking advantage of."

"I know for a fact that Carol has helped women with weight problems, but from what I understand, there are a number of different cures that she has at her disposal, not to mention the potential at our new place."

"I don't understand," Tanya was saying. "New place?"

I looked at Melanie, "Why don't you explain."

Melanie and Tanya were becoming more animated as they talked and asked questions of each other.

"Ok, let's get Tanya settled so she can get cleaned up and we'll pick her up for dinner at six, how's that."

Melanie asked, "Is there any thing else you need, I know a place at the strip mall just down the street that has some cute outfits at bargain prices."

Tanya, now embarrassed, "Well, if you don't mind the way I'm dressed now, I don't need anything."

Melanie was pulling her arm, "Nonsense, this will be my welcoming gift to you. John give me the keys to your pick-up, Tanya will give you the keys to her car. You can check her in and bring everything she has into the room, while I show Tanya this great shop."

They left me standing there to pay for the coffee and lug Tanya's stuff into a motel-room I had to pay for and they didn't even ask me to join them.

After I finished my manual labor, I bought a slurpy from 7/11 and sat on the fender of Tanya's 02 faded black Camero. I waited, there for what seemed like two days, before they pulled in, both with the satisfied smiles that can only be seen on women who just came back from a productive day of shopping.

We left and headed back to the clinic, where Melanie proceeded to fill-in, what she thought, was all the blanks for Carol. Carol agreed, there were treatments that she could use on this poor girl that would probably benefit her and she wood take time out tomorrow to examine her and go from there. Carol was looking forward to meeting this poor unfortunate, that I had taken pity on.

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Once dinner was done and we were all relaxed, I told the three women "Why don't you all get into robes and let me make you two ejaculate and let Mark get Tanya to ejaculate.

Mark knew immediately that this was yet another of my tests to improve his abilities and he knew he had a challenge in front of him; one that he knew I had already overcome.

When they came back in, Melanie and Tanya in terry robes and Carol in a solid black silk robe, I said, "Tanya I need to talk to you for a moment. We'll meet you in the bedroom in just a minute."

Everyone else became instantly curious as I pulled Tanya aside.

As Carol discarded her robe, I asked Mark to watch Carols reactions closely.

With her usual grace, she lay on the bed, knowing what to do and what to expect. She quickly became responsive as I pushed every button that I knew to push, to get her to ejaculate. It wasn't long before she started to buck. As she started to squirt, Tanya dropped her robe. Once her spurts stopped, Tanya was between Carols legs with her tongue buried deep in Carols cunt. Everyone gasped, especially Carol.

"Relax," I told her, "just feel it. Let her do her job.

Carols face was wide eyed as she felt the live tongue work inside her. Shock and disbelief were planted on her face.

"Oh My God" were her first words as Tanya's tongue worked deep inside her.

"Oh shit that cant be. Oh my, oh shit, oh fuck oh god, oh I'm cumming."

She began to thrust her hips as Tanya stayed with her, tongue still working inside as gush after gush spilled out around Tanya's lips.

When Carol stopped spurting she began, "No more; I cant take any more, please." 

She was scooting back trying to get Tanya's tongue out of her. It continued to flick until Carol had pulled herself far enough back and the tongue was completely out. Mark came over to Carol with a dildo and Carol shook her head, "No, no, god no."

Her arms that she used to pull herself back were trembling. She could barely catch her breath as she exclaimed, "Was that your tongue in me? Oh god, it was like having a giant snake crawling up inside me and when she pushed it against the same spot that John and Mark hit, it felt different from when they do it; even though I was squirting. It was an insane feeling, it felt to good and I couldn't take any more. I felt I was in a panic, trying to get a live thing out of me. Her tongue was in me so deep and was working against places that I never felt before."

"Can we use her," I asked.

"Good lord, with her I wouldn't need you two."

"Ok, now I want you to think, how well do you feel this aspect of a session would be accepted. Don't answer until Melanie understands what this feels like."

"Me," came a squeak from Melanie.

"Yeah my love, in order to understand the implications here, I need you to experience it and then tell us what you think."

Carol spoke. "He's right, I'd like to compare notes. It was a wonderful experience, but I need to talk to someone who can understand what I'm saying."

"Carol, John, I really am not into other women."

"I know, and if I didn't think this important, I wouldn't have done things this way. I'll be here with you my love."

"I guess, I can do this once, but never ask me again, please John promise."

"Melanie, tell me no now and I'll kiss you and make love to you and never bring this up again."

"John, make me cum and let Tanya make me cum."

"Yes my love," I said as I laid her back and began to make her relax and feel and let go.

It took longer than normal, but Melanie was now squirting and when she stopped Tanya was between her legs, tongue working as Melanie cried, "Oh, John, Carol, it's so deep and she is moving it so fast. John she is making me cum, nowww," she cried as her spasm hit and she began to squirt. Tanya tried to swallow what she could as it spurted against her lips. Tanya's tongue was still working and Melanie seemed frozen in place.

"Oh I feel it moving around inside me like it is alive. It's pushing and stroking. It's making me cum; John hold me, I'm cumming."

She did, she came hard and long as Tanya did not let up.

Melanie moaned, "John, no more John please."

I spoke to Tanya. "Tanya, you did great, that's all for now, no more. Mark will make you cum now, you were wonderful, now it's your turn, let Mark make you cum ok?"

She slid back and moved to the side of the bed where Carol had been and got on to all fours.

I told Mark, it was easier if when he pushed down on the spot he should also pull back and she will come like that.

I held Melanie and kissed her.

Carol handed her a robe and whispered, "Come on we can leave them and talk."

"Carol, before we go do you mind if Tanya gives Mark an oral release?"

Carol smiled, "It's up to you Tanya. With a tongue like yours, he's in for a treat.

Before leaving I went up to Tanya, "Tanya, only if you want to would you give Mark release after. Of course, only if he does a good job for you that is."

She looked up at me, "He's not doing to bad now."

"Mark, Tanya said she would let you feel her tongue in action if you do a good job for her and Carol would like your input after."

I left and Carol and Melanie were already engrossed in conversation.

"It was like having a snake shoved in my pussy. It wouldn't stop moving, I could feel the tip of it flicking over places so deep in me, just the thought of it made me cum."

Melanie agreed, "...and did she suck your clit in her mouth as the base of her tongue massaged it and the tip was working on my G-Spot. It was almost like the first time John made me cum."




Magic Fingers Ch. 12



"Well, I know I could train her to do what Mark and I do, but the real question is how well do you think her special talent would be received by other women."

"It is apparent that both Melanie and I enjoyed the experience, but neither of us wants a steady diet of it and I think most women would feel the same way. However, there is a certain group of women who would appreciate the special attention that Tanya could give.

"It's obvious she has no problem using her tongue on other women. Hell, I had to fight my way free of her and as long as her tongue is, it took some moving."

"So, it's agreed, we have a place for her."

"Oh yeah, she should work out well, and I'll see her tomorrow and examine her to see how we can help with her weight problem. We could even make her a poster girl for the clinic."

Mark came strolling out a little later he saw us and said, "Holey mother of god. I didn't realize how long her tongue was. Tell me, when her tongue was in you two, did she clean your tonsils?"

"No," replied Melanie, "but she sure tickled my belly-button. And that's no exaggeration."

About fifteen minutes later Tanya came out in her robe.

"So Tanya, how does three hundred a week plus apartment sound, at least until we get you trained up and open the spa and clinic. Then we can discuss a better pay arrangement."

"You mean it. You're giving me a job?"

"Not only that," Carol spoke, "come over here and sit. I want to see you tomorrow at noon in my clinic, for a full examination. I'm going to put some pressure on you now. You are going to be our new poster girl for weight loss, so you can expect me to become worse than any nagging mother ever was. As incentive, once you drop to a pre-determined weight, we'll pay you for using you as our poster girl. Sound good?"

She threw her arms around Carol and began to cry. Carol too got misty eyed as she comforted her.

"Tomorrow we'll let you rest after your exam, but the next day, you're mine and you begin your training."

When we left with Tanya, Mark stayed behind with Carol.

Melanie looked at me. "If you say, I told you so, one more time, you can sleep on the sofa."

The next morning my neck was stiff from sleeping on the sofa. Only kidding, I'm not real bright, but I'm not that stupid either.

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Later today we had our appointment with Sybil Tishman and her attorney. We were going to be meeting them in Sybil's suite at the Sheraton in LA. We were going to fly up there, the four of us, make both the lawyer and Tishman squeal, get the twelve million and be back before midnight.

Lucky me. It was determined, by Carol and Melanie, that I should take the lawyer. By Carols account of Sybil, I figured I was the lucky one.

I made sure we had all our gear, plus some I doubted that we'd even come close to using, but after the Nikkie incident I was taking no chances.

It still bothered me when I thought about sticking a hair brush handle into a beautiful woman's cunt. Then to see her get up with a brush between her legs instead of a bush.

That really upset me. Ah, but not this time I had two wrist bands, four bottles of lube, four dildos, and two but plugs. Ah yes, the tools of the trade. (I could hardly wait to have a child in school, telling all the teachers and class mates what his or her daddy did for work.)

When we got off the elevator, Sybil Tishman was waiting for us, she took Melanie's arm and we followed.

Sybil had the most irritating, squeaky, whiney, nasally, voice that I had ever had the unpleasant opportunity to hear. To make things worse, I found her general appearance worse than the image Carol painted for me.

She had jet black hair, short and plastered to her skull by a full can of mousse. Each ear had a line of seven ear piercings and a diamond stud in the side of her nose. Her dark brown eyes were set in a paste white face. She had red and black fingernails, a spaghetti strap pullover that didn't cover her double E, basket-ball tits. You could see a barbell piercing in her belly-button. She wore black shorts that rose so high in the crotch you could see the bulge of her largely inflated labia. She had black toenails on her feet that were incased in size nine white sandals.

Carol was definitely right, she was a piece of work.

The Barracuda was dressed in a woman's business suit, it shouted, I'm expensive. She had reddish brown hair quaffed in a perfect French twist. Long eye-lashes and green piercing eyes, a thin ski jump nose and thin tight lips. It was difficult to judge breast size. When you were comparing them to Sybil Tishmans, the barracudas looked like mosquito bites.

We all sat at a large table that could have passed for a dining table. The lawyer excused the rest of the staff and they were told that they could return at the top of the next full hour. The lawyer was giving us an hour and ten minutes of her time. I was beginning to see why Melanie preferred Sybil to the barracuda.

Once the hired help was gone, the lawyer began. "I understand what you are attempting to do, however I believe that you will find the Norton brothers have the inside track on the property you hope to get.

"Before we go on; Sybil, this couldn't possibly interest you. Ah, (she paused) I see there are two gentlemen here. I assume one is here to service you. Would that person please take Ms. Tishman into her room , screw her brains out, if you can find them and make her happy."

Mark got up and being a gentleman pulled the seat out, took Sybil's wrist and half escorted and half followed Ms. Tishman to her room.

"Oh," the lawyer said, "be careful with her tit's, the skin is stretched so tight they may burst and the resulting flood of silicone could drown us all."

Oh yeah, I may not have thought a lot of Ms. Sybil Tishman, but I was beginning to despise her lawyer.

"As I was saying. With the right incentives, I can make this deal happen for you."

I was surprised, as I looked at Melanie, she was looking at this woman with rapt interest as Lawyer Daws spoke with an air of supreme confidence.

"I purpose that for a five percent share, I can not only assure you of Ms. Tishmans investment. After-all, twelve million dollars is no small sum, but I can lock down your deal for the property. In addition, you would have word of mouth advertising, that only a woman of my influence can bring. Can we conclude the deal?"

"Well," said Melanie, "your influence is well known and considerable, but we have no desire to accept any offer unless you understand this unique opportunity and what other women will see in it."

"You also have a reputation Melanie, of not investing in arrant deals, but I see your point if I am to promote our business, I should at least know what I'm offering."

She looked at me. "I assume you are mine and knowing Melanie I assume you are the best at what you do. Well, we will soon see. Follow me."

Wordlessly I picked up my briefcase of goodies, and did as requested. I turned back to see Melanie make a fist and pump her whole arm in the air. I got the message. And she knew I did because she smiled.



Magic Fingers Ch. 13



The barracuda looked at me.

"I assume you are mine and knowing Melanie, I can only assume you are the best at what you do. Well, we will soon see. Follow me."

Wordlessly I picked up my briefcase of goodies, and did as requested. I turned back to see Melanie make a fist and pump her whole arm in the air. I got the message. She knew I did because she smiled.

Lawyer Daws started. "Well, you're the boss for a while. Tell me what I need to do."

"First, second and third, relax. Once you have started on that, you can disrobe and lay restfully on the bed."

As she stripped, I watched her movements and studied her body. She had a long lean body, overly thin for my taste, but in good shape. She probably worked out an hour a day. Her breasts were indeed small, but I was sure they were quite sensitive, as the room was not cold but her dark tan areolas and nipples were becoming hard under my gaze.

She lay on the bed and I began.

"I'm sure you have been told, but your eyes are captivating. It's like they can see into a mans soul and hold him captive."

'Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly.' Flattery always works on vain people and it didn't take a genius to understand that our Ms. Daws fell into that category. I brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear and began to massage her face, closing her eyes and brushing her cheek.

I leaned over her and whispered. "Relax and feel my every touch. I am here to pleasure you. My only goal is to give you pleasurable sensations, so relax and enjoy."

When I kissed her cheek, she turned her head and my lips brushed against hers. I moved my lips down to kiss her chin and her neck. She stretched it to give me more of her throat to kiss and nibble on.

She murmured, "Oh; you are good."

I kissed down her shoulders as I brought my hand into play, laying it on her belly. There was a slight contraction of her muscles as I began a feather-light touch, down over her mound. I kissed her chest and in a rash move, sucked her nipple and a good portion of her breast into my mouth. I began to lick and suck. Pushing her nipple in with my tongue, then sucking hard to pull it out and make it stretch deep into my mouth. She brought her right hand to the back of my head and pulled me against her.

When I found her clit, I pushed against it and made a circular motion over it. She tensed and pushed her hips up, in an effort to direct my fingers to its sensitive base.

She moaned, "Oh, that feels so good."

I took my lips from her breast and got a sorrowful 'oooh' as she tried to heave her chest higher.

Once again I whispered in her ear, "Beautiful one, I need to put some lube on my fingers to make everything feel even better, relax and miss my touch for only a moment."

She kept her eyes closed as I lubed my fingers, the butt plug and the dildo.

I returned to her whispering, "My beautiful one, I'm back." As I slid my fingers into her tight pussy.

I sucked the other breast in and began teasing it with the same push and pull of her nipple. With my fingers in her, she was beginning to respond more and I rubbed in search of the spongy button that would make her cum.

I found it once, but it was extremely small, so I began to play with her clit and suck hard on her breast as my free hand caressed her cheek.

She was pushing her hips up and I slid my fingers back inside her and there it was, nice and fully hard now. As I pushed against it I heard a sharp tell-tale intake of breath. I gave one last hard suck and released her breast.

She started to complain, "No..." but it was cut short when I pulled out and quickly thrust my fingers back in and began to push and rub her swollen gland.

Her complaint changed to an excited, "Oh yeaaa, it's sooo goood."

Seconds later there was a change in her cries. It was now, "Oh no Nooo. Let me go. I have to pee. Stop, stop."

I breathed in her ear. "It's not pee. Reason it out. You're going to ejaculate, not pee. Now trust me; do it let go and cum."

"No," she was saying.

I pumped harder and faster and yelled at her. "Damn it; do it now. Let go!"

She was still resisting. You could now hear the slapping of my hand against her cunt as I pumped into her.

"Do as I tell you. Let go Now!"

Her defenses dropped, and she began to squirt and thrash more strongly than any woman before. I didn't let up on her. As she was squirting I was pushing hard against her clit and rubbing it as she screamed wild yells of pain, panic and pleasure.

I saw the door open and Carol looked in and quickly shut the door, as the barracuda crashed back to the bed. Roughly I rammed my fingers back in her and began again, as she was panting, not able to get enough oxygen into her system.

"Come on!" I yelled at her again. "Fuck my hand." And she started to hump.

"Yes good girl." I said in a harsh voice, "I have something else for you."

I pulled my fingers out from her as she gasped even harder now. I got the butt plug and put the tip in her ass and said, "Now push against it."

She barely moaned, as I scolded her. "Don't make me push this in you. Push against it now!"

She began to push down. It was a tight fit, but I kept at her.

"Come on take it. Push it up your ass. Feel it spreading you, filling your ass. Now push."

With a shove that I wasn't expecting, she drove herself onto it in a cry of pain. She wasn't panting, but she was breathing hard and trembling.

I stroked her cheek and whispered, "Good girl." as I slid my fingers back in her. Once again I started pumping the hard gland to her cries of pleasure.

"Yes don't stop now. Please don't stop, make me cum. I feel I need it so bad."

I was not about to get my fingers stuck again, so I took the small dildo and angled it in her and thrust it so it would pound her hard button.

"Rub your clit." I demanded.

She did. "Oh shit, I'm going to shoot again, I can feel it. Faster."

She was crying out her needs as her hand was rubbing her clit in a frantic effort to take her over the top. I began pumping the dildo deeper into her.

"Faster, Deeper." She cried, "Yes, yes. That's it, fuck me, fuck meeee."

Then there was a wild yell and screech, as her muscles squeezed the dildo so hard it shot out from her cunt, followed by long arching jets of her female cum. Spurt after spurt before she collapsed, her body had gone limp as total overload hit.

For the moment, I left her and opened the door, feeling that Melanie should see her nemesis now.

I called, "I don't know if anyone wants to view this. If so, come look now."

I was surprised when Sybil Tishman walked up to the spent and unconscious woman. "I hope you don't mind," she said, "but I have surveillance tape of every room. It will be interesting to see her reaction to my news that I no longer need her services."

With a harsh tone in her squeaky voice, she said, "Leave her there. She'll wake soon enough.

I grabbed her arm and spun her around.

"Look at her," I demanded. "She was, I am sure, the bane of your life. That is no excuse to just leave her like this. Look at her. Think! If Melanie did not have any compassion, that could be you.

"Show some compassion, for once in your selfish life. Show some compassion even to an enemy. If you cannot find it in your heart, then I pity you, for you are less a person than she.

"What would you have me do?" she yelled back at me.

I looked in her eyes for a long minute.

"I would have you think. What did your insides feel like after your session with Mark. Now imagine; I was brutal to her. If that were you what would you need?"

She began to cry, "I'm sorry, I really didn't want to hurt her."

I took her chin in my hand and made her look into my eyes. "Then help her. You know what she needs.

She looked down at the dildo and I let go of her. She picked the dildo up and move to insert it into the wet and pulsing vagina of the woman she had grown to hate.

I spoke, "Before you do that, take the one out of her rectum, then put that in."

She did without hesitation and then she pulled the covers up over her.

I put my arm around Sybil's shoulders and whispered. "You have just become stronger and more of a woman than that heartless being could ever have become. I am proud of you."

She spun and hugged my waist like a little girl and cried. I held her there until she stopped and together we walked back into the room with the big table. I held a chair out for her. As she sat, I kissed her cheek. She reached up and took my hand for just a second.

Melanie had tears in her eyes and Mark was rubbing his. Carol was stoic as always, but said, "Very nice John."

"So," I asked, "do we have the investor we want?"

Sybil smiled, "If you want her you do."

We all sat at the table and waited, with little conversation. It took forty minutes before a flushed face Daphne Daws walked in. Her animal senses kicking in.

"Well," she said, "what have we here?"

Sybil stood and in her whiney, nasally voice she calmly began to unfold all the information she had amassed regarding the abuses of power and manipulating business dealings to benefit her personal wealth.

"This deal was the last nail that I needed. Now, you have a choice. You can go back to handling just the old investments that are stipulated by the wishes of my parents and sign over all others to me or I can and will destroy your reputation and get the will over turned. Your choice."

"Fine have it your way. you bimbo. You don't have the brains it would take to fill one of your tits. You'll be dead broke in a year without me and you Melanie, you bitch, I'll fix your ass, just watch."

"Sybil spoke again, "I'd reconsider."

She pressed a button on a remote. A big screen rolled down from the ceiling. There was the barracuda, saying, "I can assure you this deal for five percent..."

Sybil turned the video off.

"I believe that constitutes fraud, extortion and the abuse of power. I also believe that it is grounds for disbarment from the legal profession. And you, Bitch," she said, "are only looking at one of a dozen tapes."

The barracuda walked out saying, "Fine; I'll sign everything over to you for an agreement that you won't use those tapes or besmirch my reputation."

Sybil looked every bit in control as she said, "I'll have my lawyer contact your lawyer."

Then there was a loud slam.

I looked at everyone and said, "Do you think she stole my dildo?"

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Things were moving more quickly now. Supplies were being ordered and the restoration and revamping work had begun.

The training of new people was going agonizingly slow. It was difficult to find empathetic people when you couldn't run an add that said, 'stick your fingers in pussy work'. It just didn't draw the right kind of people.

I was complaining to Mark, when he exclaimed, "I just got a brain-storm. We can advertise for people to take an experimental psych and aptitude test. We could weed people out that way."

We called Carol in to the clinic office that we had taken over and I told her I had this brain-storm of an idea, and told her what it was, as Mark just sat there quietly. When I was done, she looked at me and said, "Mark; you are a genius."

Carol then announced that this coming Tuesday, the famous IS was coming. Everyone, except me, was overly excited about her arrival. Nikkie, had come to Pine Valley to be here when IS arrived. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to meet Melanie's almost sister, but it was like we were expecting royalty.

Well, the day finally came. When I first saw her I understood why people were acting the way they were. Melanie was a goddess, Carol was beauty and grace, IS was personality, energy, passion, sex appeal and animal magnetism all in one. She was the woman most men would crawl naked over a room full of broken glass, just to hear her piss into a tin cup over a long distance phone call.

We were all together, at Carols house, having Main lobster. I seemed to be the only one making a mess. IS brought an expensive bottle of champagne, whose name reminded me of my fiasco with a two hundred plus dollar bottle of wine.

When we were done the conversation turned to business. Carol, Melanie and IS kept up the conversation while Nikkie, Mark and I listened. There were some great ideas being tossed out, so it truly was enjoyable just sitting there and taking it all in.

Finally, IS said, in her seductive Scandinavian accent, "So which of you two is going to make me squirt and scream that I'm cumming and beg not to stop until I pass out? I can hardly wait, my pussy is throbbing just thinking about it.

"Ooo, can I choose? This could be delicious. Mark the one with the third leg that is making Carol glow or John, the man who has brought our Melanie back to the living."

"Ooo." she said again, "I just can't choose which one of you two I want to have work on my pussy. Melanie, what's your choice for me?"

Melanie was flustered and I knew IS was doing this little play of hers for her own entertainment.

I stood and looked directly at IS. I could see a smug look cross Carols face and a worried one cross Melanie's.

A smile came to my lips as I said, "I'd be a fool to pass up a chance to make you squeal like a school girl."

I heard Mark gasp.

"Come on hot one," I said, as I held my hand out for her to take.

IS was far from stupid, she knew I took affront to her comments and I was laying a challenge down. I also knew she had to accept.

As she took my hand and rose with an intentional slow grace, Melanie spoke, "John." in a tone of warning.

I intentionally turned very slowly, looked at her and said in as sweet a voice as I had ever used.

"Yes Melanie, what is it?"

There was a brief pause during which, I am fairly sure, Carol kicked Melanie.

"John," she repeated, "make me proud."

I let go of IS's hand, walked over to Melanie and kissed her, full on the lips, then walked back to IS. The score was now one to nothing.

IS could keep score also. She started to strip as we walk away. Her blouse came off and was dropped to the floor, quickly followed by her bra. The score was now tie.

She had beautiful breasts, they were large, perfectly round and very firm, but not high at all, there was nothing there to sag. Her areola and nipples were just a shade darker than the skin on her breast. Her areola had goose bumps on it and her nipples were perfectly smooth with a small slit at the very top. When we got to the room, she turned to face me. Gently and slowly, she put her hand to my crotch.

"Oh, I sense you have seen something you like."

The score was now two to one, her favor.

I looked her in the eyes. She was unblinking and looked back into mine, as I calmly said, "Tell me now; do you want to experience what I can offer? If not, we might as well turn around and go back out and you can show everyone your tits. You decide."

Our eyes were still locked together.

She looked down, "Fine. I want to see what you can do."

Tie game.

"Please finish undressing. I need to get some towels and lubricant for you."

"Well; when you come back, can I please see your cock. It's only fare, now that you've seen my tits and are about to play with my pussy."

Close, but no point.

"IS," I said looking at her. "What do you think."

She playfully rolled out her lower lip.

"Cute," I said. "Now come on lay back and let me do what other women will pay for."

Her voice had a slight edge to it.

"You don't think twelve million is enough? Well John, I'm putting the pressure on you. Unless you make me feel like I got my twelve million worth you can explain to Melanie how you blew it."

The game was serious now and the rule book just got thrown out the window. I could get pissed and walk out or I could make her feel like she got her moneys worth. And I wasn't about to walk out.

She was laying back on the bed, as I, with a great deal of calm, walked to her. As I did, I saw, for a fraction of a second, fear. That momentary look was quickly replaced by the look of superiority, but from that moment I knew her weakness.

"IS, you and I both know, it's the one with the money that makes the rules. So I'm here to play by your rules."

The victory sign went up in her eyes and she thought the game was over. She forgot that she was the one that tossed the rule book out the window.

She said, "Now; you see my pussy, I want to see your cock."

"Fair enough," I said. And with out any ceremony, I pulled my dick out.

She touched it, "Not very impressive. What does Melanie see in you?"

"She thinks I'm funny."

"Well, I'm disappointed. I should have taken Mark, at least I'd get to see an incredibly long dick."

"You have a point, but did you come in here to experience an orgasm that would be like a religious experience or to just feel a dick. I'm guessing with this, (I pointed to her pussy) you can get as many of these, (I pointed to my dick) as you want."

She smiled. "I think I'm finally beginning to like you."

"Now," I said, as I put my dick back in my pants, "about that religious experience."

She smiled again because it's easy being magnanimous when you think you've won.

"Ok, John, let's see what you've got."

"Then Shhh, Relax, this is all about you; only for you."

I leaned over, kissed her ear and said, "You look like the supreme woman, beauty in every dimension, now I need you to be the sexual woman. I need you to relax and feel my every touch and know it's just for you."

I kissed her ear again and dragged my lips to each eyelid and kissed them closed. I kissed her forehead as my hands cupped her face and as my lips moved down to her cheeks. My hands moved to her shoulders and I began to massage them as my kisses wandered to the corner of her lips.

She started to speak and I pulled my lips to her ear and whispered. "Shhhh, just feel my kisses, let them caress your sweet flesh, let them taste your beauty."

I then slid my lips down her neck to her throat, gave short kisses and would suck on it ever so briefly before kissing it again. I worked my way to her shoulders and licked the hollows of each. I spent time over every inch of both as my hands moved over her breasts, not touching her nipples.

My fingertips traced around the perimeters of them, crossing up and over the fleshy firm mounds, just missing the hardening nipples. My mouth still worked further down to her breasts as my tongue retraced the path of my fingers, over and over yet never touching her nipple. My tongue wandered on to her tightening areola, coming ever closer but still not touching her wanton nipple.

My hand moved down to her belly. Just my fingertips were moving over her navel, her mound and to the top of her slit, but not penetrating. As my lips moved to her belly my hand moved to the inside of her legs, brushing lightly over the skin and up both sides of her labia, smooth and clean to the touch. Her entire body was beginning to tense. My tongue now inched toward the top of her slit, just brushing over it as my fingers concentrated on her flowering labia that was becoming slick.

With a quick flash of my tongue, it went between her lips and as it brushed her clit a shuddered traveled thru her. Her body was now as tight as a piano wire.

I paused and began again to brush my tongue over the top of her slit as she began to lift her hips and short murmurs of "ooooh" were pulled from her. I felt her move her arm and knew she would try and push my head into her, so I gave two deep quick laps. My tongue penetrating the slit and pushing against a hard clit.

She became rigid in the expectation, and the wanting of more. She was so wet, there was no need for any lube as I slid my fingers in her and rubbed around her slick inner walls. With my free hand I put one of her own hands on her left breast. She knew what to do from there, as her fingers began to pull and squeeze her nipple.




Magic Fingers Ch. 13



It didn't take much searching to find her spot. It was very close to her opening, not much over an inch inside. This girl wasn't making it easy on me, or was she.

I placed my two fingers over her spongy button and pushed my palm against her crotch. The curve of her pelvic bone filling my palm, while the heal of my hand lay down over her clit. It was the perfect fit and I began to rock slowly. I watched as her toes curled and her foot arched. I continued to rock, not tapping or pumping, just a slow rocking that would tighten the piano wire to the breaking point.

"Oh John, you're going to make me come sooner than I expected. John, I can't take any more. For the gods sake fuck me; make me cum."

I started to tap and she started to writhe.

"No John, no you're going to make me pee like this. Stop John, stop."

"No. Trust me. Let go. Don't hold back Ingann. Let go."

I tried to pronounce her given name with as much of a Norwegian accent as possible. At the sound of it, her resistance seemed to melt away and she started to leak out the tiniest amount of fluid.

In almost a child like voice she bemoaned, "Oh I can't stop it. I can't stop."

"Don't stop Ingann. Let go completely."

In the same little girl voice, she asked. "Is it ok? It feels good when I let go of it."

I spoke to her in a fatherly voice. "Yes Ingann. It's ok to let go."

Another small trickle seeped from her.

"Oooh yes. It feels to good to stop. Yes, yes it feels to good. Make me cum more. I want more."

My palm crushed into her clit as my two fingers once again found her spot and I began to push, rub and tap as the palm of my hand rocked over her clit.

She was now vocalizing her needs and had lost the sweet child voice. "Yes John, yes. Harder push harder make it come out of me.

"Yes!" she screamed.

As she hoisted her hips a small broken stream shot out less than a foot and only for a second.

"Oh, please more."

"Yes," I told her. "What ever you want."

My fingers went back in her and I rocked over her clit as once again I tapped the spot hard, as I spoke to her.

"Yes Ingann, you can cum again. Come Ingann come hard for me.

She was crying louder now. "I need it harder. Push harder so I can feel it again."

I could feel a strain beginning in my wrist from the force I was using on her, but I was determined not to quit before she did. I was pushing and tapping hard with every stroke, when I noticed she had become quiet and quite still, as if she were concentrating on her building orgasm. Suddenly she let a burst of air out. I hadn't realized she had been holding her breath. The expulsion of air turned into a scream of a long loud "YES!"

She threw her hips forward and one long stream shot out from her. This one almost three feet out and in a considerably larger quantity than the last.

"More." she was panting, as she was trying to sit. She was holding her breath and pushing, almost like she was in labor as my fingers worked inside her. When she would expel one breath for another it was always the same.

"Push Harder."

I put a third finger in her and was pushing up and forward. After a half-dozen strokes, she threw herself back, throwing her hips up, expelling air and making the same screaming sounds that a woman in child birth might make. Her scream was accompanied by a massive squirt, in both length and duration. It was followed by another identical squirt.

"More, I need more!"

She was pushing herself up again, holding her breath. Her eyes were wide and seemed unfocused. Her hair was sticking to her face, beads of perspiration covered her body, as she continued to exclaim the same demand.

"More, Harder."

This squirt made number six and she showed no sign of letting up. I had to do something, my hand and arm would soon give out.

"Roll over Ingann." I gave her a command and she quickly obeyed. "Now get on all fours and spread you legs wide."

Without question she did as I asked, while I lubed up a small dildo. Her whole body was trembling uncontrollably as I slowly inserted the thinnest dildo we had, into her rectum. I put my fingers in her and began a hard heavy thrust down.

She sounded like she was hyper-ventilating and my hand and arm was just about to give-up, when she began with a soft moan. It slowly developed into mumbled words and finally a cry.

"Oh god yes, god yes." It too became modified into just, "Yes, Yesss, Yesssss."

She began to squirt, pulse after pulse. Four; five; six; and they weren't letting up. I know there were more than ten. Her head was swaying back and forth as if in time to music as her pussy squeezed my fingers and forced another squirt away. The sheets below her were drenched and you could hear the spray hit the puddle each time with a dull 'psssat'. There was nothing I could do as she trembled and shuddered from her unending spurts. The puddle around her knees getting bigger.

I was almost at the point of panic when with a last cry she crumbled to the bed. I pulled my fingers from her, removed the dildo, then reached into the night-stand to get a larger dildo. She was unresponsive when I put it in her, but I could feel her thundering heart-beat thru the dildo as I slid it into her vagina.

I wiped her legs quickly and put another towel over her as I carried her to the other bedroom and a dry bed. I pulled the covers back as Melanie rushed in, wanting to know if she was ok. I dried her off and made sure the dildo was in, as I placed her on her side in the fetal position. Her body was still trembling as I covered her and moved the hair from her face.

Now that she was covered Melanie felt she could ask again, "Is she ok?"

My right arm had a slight tremor from the exertion. Melanie saw it and took it in her hands.

"Yes, she'll be fine."

She put her arms around my neck as we sat there on the bed.

"John it took so long. I've never seen you take this long. What happened?"

"The short version is that both Ingann and I are two strong willed people and there are times when you foolishly want to see whose will is the strongest."

"And you won."

"I had an unfair advantage."

"Carol bet on you."

"And you," I asked.

"I wouldn't bet," she said.

"Now I feel like a fool. I should not have asked that question, I should have know the answer."

"John; can I ask why you just called her Ingann? She never lets anyone call her that. Is that what you called her when you were making her ejaculate?"

Now it was my turn to give Melanie the look.

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

"Now it's my turn to feel like a fool. I should have known better than to ask that question."

We checked on IS every ten minutes. Nikkie seemed to see me with a different set of eyes. Possibly seeing me as one of the few that had butted heads with IS and managed to walk away.

When IS finally woke, everyone went into the bedroom to see her. Melanie and Nikkie and even Mark, were asking how she felt, was she ok; until Carol spoke.

"Tell us; what did you think of the experience. We have all been thru it now, so tell us, what you think of our John."

"The experience felt like greed. I kept wanting more and the more I got the more I wanted. Don't get me wrong, I liked the feeling. The orgasms were good, better and best and really fucking good. The after glow is hitting me now. Good god, how long was I out?"

"About forty minutes," Nikkie said. "A little longer than me, but we herd you. You had three times the orgasms I had."

"You herd me?" A blush started on her face.

"Not to worry," I said. "You were no where near as loud as Nikkie and I lost the high frequency range in my right ear from Melanie."

That comment got me a swat from both women.

"Don't stop now," said Carol. "That's only half the question."

"John was worth the twelve million."

I walked over, kissed her cheek and said, "That was sweet of you to put it that way."

"I have a question for Mark," IS went on, "actually two. First, do you know how John... I don't know what word to use, seduces women, is the only one that comes to mind. Do you know Mark?"

Marks reply was I thought very good.

"John has a talent that even he can not explain. He is so intuitive, as to a woman's needs and it seems every woman wants or needs something unique. I'm guessing he found your need or want. That is something the rest of us will never know unless you tell us. And I'm guessing your second question is; am I like John?

"My answer is; at first I tried to be. All I heard was John did this, he could do that, he knew this and he knew that. To high and too many expectations to live up to, was my thoughts. That is until I realized they are tough expectations to live up to, but only John has to live up to them, not me. I have my own unique way, not as forceful as Johns but they work on a lot of women. As I see you now, I know I would have been to week for a woman like you and this has been a good opportunity for me to realize that neither John nor I are right for every woman. I hope that answered your question."

"Melanie," IS spoke. "I want you to know that your John did his best to make you proud."

With that they both hugged and tears came to both their eyes. As Melanie said, "He always does but now it's my turn to show him how much I love him for all that he does."