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Research

By: SunrockSin



Charley knew better, you simply don't go into Boystown after eight pm and expect to be the first in, hell, at that time you are lucky to be tenth or eleventh. The lights were dim and he wasn't drunk so he ignored the girls and headed straight to the bar. "Tequila Solo and a Dos Equis," he ordered. The bartender grunted and turned reaching for the beer. Looking down at the crack of the man's ass, Charley was sudden glad he hadn't eaten anything. His plan was to be a cheaper drunk, but after this sight he knew it saved him from losing his dinner on the bar. 

When the bartender placed the shot glass, beer, and a wedge of lime in front of him he growled, "Dos mas." He then licked his hand between the thumb and index finger, grabbed a salt shaker and covered his hand in salt. Grabbing his glass, he ran his tongue over the salt, splashed the tequila into his mouth and then bit down on the lime, letting the juices flow into his mouth before swallowing.

The liquid burned going down his throat and he thought how much he'd love the taste of pussy right now, but not here, not now, not from these cum soaked whores. Yeah the guys were supposed to wear rubbers, but he knew what it took to get your cock wet. Only time he dared eat any of these whores was early in the afternoon, just after they kissed their bambinos goodbye and shook their asses into the bars.

Suddenly a loud commotion from near the dance floor drew his attention. Three men were holding up beers chanting, "Eat, eat, eat," as a bare assed friend crawled across the long table to where a stripper sat with her legs spread wide. The crawling man grabbed a shot glass left on the table, sipped the last drops from it and tossed it aside then continued crawling. The man then settled down between the dancer's legs and began slurping loudly, while one of his friends worked a lit candle into his ass.

Charley grabbed a beer and took a long drink wondering if the dancers fucked between dances. "Nah," he said, burping, "That's just another cum soak cunt."

After a few minutes the dancer climbed down off the table and Charley finished his fifth round of Tequila Solos and cervesas. He was drunk enough now to pick out a girl so he turned on his barstool and looked over the bar. Spotting a fat, ugly one who was holding her enormous tit out as some guy licked beer foam off the nipple, he simply stared. It took a few minutes, but the woman left the tit sucking guy and walked over to Charley.

He looked closely at her dark face, noticing the deep set wrinkles he hadn't noticed from across the room. This one had to be at least fifty... "Quantos anos?" he asked.

"Trente y seis," she answered.

Noticing she was missing several teeth Charley moaned, "Thirty six, fuck you are sixty if you are a day. How much? Quantos dolares?"

"Fifty," she said.

Charley laughed and held up a twenty dollar bill.

The woman shook her head, "No, no... Forty."

Charley opened his wallet and pulled out a five, "Twenty five."

She shook her head so Charley pulled another ten out of his wallet. The woman nodded and after Charley slipped the wallet back into his pants she took his hand and led him through a doorway into the back. There was a man sitting under a dim light and the woman said something Charley couldn't hear. The man nodded and the fat woman squeezed past him tugging on Charley's hand.

They slipped into an air conditioned room and the woman pulled him over to the sink. She unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and ran her wet, soapy hands over it scrubbing it thoroughly. Enjoying the rough handling Charley thrust his hips forward as she finished washing and then rinsed him off with a wet rag.

Charley went ahead and let his pants fall to the floor as he slipped out of his shoes and pulled off his shirt. The woman held up a small packet, tore it open and then slipped its contents into her mouth. She then grabbed Charley's hips, pulled him closer and then slowly worked the rubber down the length of his cock using her mouth. Once the rubber was on she kept her mouth on his cock, moving her head back and forth.

He quickly pulled away, "No sucky, want fucky."

"Fucky is forty," she said.

"Bullshit you bitch, thirty-five, no tengo mas," he said, pointing to the cash on the dresser, grabbing his wallet from his pants and then showing her it was empty. "Thirty-five no mas."

The woman nodded and pushed him back so he sat down on the bed. She pulled off her tight tube top letting her huge breasts slap down on her belly. The flabby flesh still jiggled as she pulled off her shorts and panties.

"Fuck you are a disgusting woman," Charley said, reaching out and grabbing her stomach, kneading it as he pulled her onto the bed. Her folds of soft skin rolled over his body as he moved her over him. His hands moved over her, kneading the flesh like bread dough. She sat there motionlessly as the man pinched, squeezed and lolled over her skin. 

When he finished she leaned back and spread her legs as Charley kneeled over her, taking her enormous breast between his two hands. Holding it he moved his mouth to her nipple and began sucking, feeling it harden in his mouth. He moved his mouth away and then ran his face back and forth over her enormous nipple. Yeah she was disgusting, "But I'll fuck you," she said, kneeling between her legs.

The woman reached down, grabbed her calves and pulled her legs wide open. Charley was left gazing down at a gaping hole surrounded by a dark, curly but matted fur. The brown lips were spotted and glistened with whatever grease she had worked into herself when he wasn't watching. He expected so see sharp fangs emerge as he watched his cock slip effortlessly into her loose snatch.

Yeah, this was a well used whore, he thought, as his cock pushed easily into the hilt. With the rubber on he could hardly feel her cunt around him. He whispered in her ear, "The last guy you fucked must have been big as a horse, unless you've been jacking off with wine bottles or something."

She didn't respond she only let go of her legs and let them squeeze around him as she reached down and toyed with his nipples. As Charley began thrusting he was disappointed a bit, even as she squeezed her legs around him, her pussy gaped like a canyon. Damn, he decided he simply fuck her till she came... that was sometimes fun. The thought of making a whore come always appealed to him, to get someone off who had done it so many times before. Yeah, Charley could always feel special when that happened.

He slowed his movements, letting his pelvis grind over her clit as he reached the hilt. When he withdrew, he wiggled a bit, knowing plenty of the hookers there would tremble when he did that. Unfortunately this cunt seemed dead, nothing he did worked.

Now Charley wasn't stupid and he knew most likely the other women were faking it when they moaned and came with him, but that was all part of it and the wondering, the possibility he brought one of them off would lead him to dip into his socks and pull out an extra ten or twenty for a tip. But this bitch wasn't responding to anything and even through it felt like he was sliding his cock up and down La Vierta Canyon, he was feeling a tingling in his cock.

Trying to hold off from coming he looked over the room, gazing over the stained walls, over a window covered in plywood and into the bathroom. There near the door he saw something moving. He concentrated on the cockroach as it slowly climbed up the rough textured wall trailing a faint glistening trail of something, something, something he needed to think intently about to keep from... oh fuck the rubber... it broke. And damn the wet, warm and so, so soft comfort of her slipped down the length of him as suddenly he couldn't hold off any longer and yes, yes... came. Their moisture combined and he grunted happily, "Yeah let me spill inside her, let her get HIV," he thought to himself. "But wait, if she gets it now from me, that means that... oh fuck," forget that.

He kept his cock shoved deep inside the woman as it twitched and spurted his cum into the wide open space inside her. Charley imagined his semen dripping into a huge, white endless pool.

"Damn it," he groaned under his breath, she could have at least faked it. Now he'd have to rush into the "Bano" and wash off his dick. Hell, no telling how many guys have been in there, how many talked her into no rubber. He pulled on his underwear and pants, pulled up his socks without bothering to pull any extra money out. Yeah, "No tip for you Mamacita," he laughed.

He stepped into the bathroom and scrubbed his cock, milking out the last droplets of his cum. He then wiped it off with the wet rag, zipped up his pants and grabbed his shirt. He looked over at the woman who ran her fingers over her pussy and pulled them away dripping with his cum.

"You did it inside me, you pay extra."

"Fuck you, I got no extra," he said, grabbing his wallet and opening it for her once again. Pointing down to his cock he said, "Usey rubber," he then moved his hands like he was breaking a stick, "rubber broke." He then shrugged his shoulders, turned and walked out of the room saying to himself, "Damn that was an ugly cunt."

He didn't pause in the bar, he headed straight through the smoke, careful not to slip on the spilled beer and whatever else soaked that floor. Once outside, as he moved through a throng of people, he grabbed the ass of several of the women as he headed to his car. Once there, he started his engine, and headed out toward the border crossing. While waiting in the short line he tossed a couple of mints into his mouth and chewed loudly.

When he pulled up to the crossing guard he announced, "Nothing to claim, just stopped at Sam's for dinner and a few beers." The guard, noticing his pale complexion shined the light into the empty backseat and then waved him past. For the rest of his drive home Charley ran over what he was going to write before he went to bed. He always did that, he liked to jot down his thoughts, especially after his visits across the border.

Finally arriving home he glanced at the clock. It was still before midnight so he slipped into his study, turned on his desk light and grabbed a pen. He would write the first draft by hand and then type it into his computer in the morning. Pondering a moment, he leaned forward and carefully lettered in a title, "The Virtues of a Good Woman."

He paused and then thought, "Yes, that will make the perfect sermon for tomorrow." He then continued writing, pausing only momentarily to adjust the still damp cock in his pants. 

Research?



"Excuse me, Sir?" The look of surprise that passed over his face as he saw me standing there was very flattering.

He grinned and said, "Yes Ma'am? How may I help you?" The glimmer in his eyes showed me that he was more than willing to play my little game with me.

"Well, Mr. Morgan, I'm doing a research paper on the mating habits of the African Lion. I was really hoping that you could show me where I might find some useful information."

Chuckling lightly, he said, " As luck would have it, I have just finished logging some wonderful books and articles on lions into our files. They've just been put out on the shelves, but I'd be glad to show you right to them."

Touching his right hand to the small of my back and motioning with his left, he said, "Right this way."

As we started forward, he kept his hand on my back, splaying his fingers wider and lowering it a bit as we stepped between the shelves of books. I could feel the heat of his touch spreading through my body, causing me to begin to melt.

I was so excited already, as I knew that soon I would have his hard cock deep inside me. I had been planning this day for a very long time as a fantasy come true for both of us. I knew that as the kids were all out of school for the summer, it would be very unlikely that we would be interrupted.

He said, "Ms. Alexander, isn't it?" I nodded, my eyes downcast, feigning shyness. "I think I have exactly what you are looking for, I believe we can find it towards the back of the room here." His hand had slowly slipped down to splay over my ass as we had been walking, lightly squeezing and rubbing as we went. I squeezed my thighs together as I walked, feeling my wetness begin to spread to my legs. His middle finger was now resting over the crack of my ass, slowly rubbing up and down.

It was hard to suppress my moan, thinking of how good his hands would feel on my skin. How good it was going to feel having his huge rock hard cock slamming into me, pounding me against the wall.

We moved to the back of the room, making sure to be well hidden. Though the danger of being caught was slight, it was enough to excite both of us to the extreme.

As we rounded the last row of shelving, he spun me around and pressed my back against the shelves against the wall. His hands were all over me, pulling my buttons open, spreading my blouse wide so he could gaze at my bare breasts. Taking them in his hands, gently squeezing them, massaging them. Tugging at my nipples, making them rock hard.

My hands running over his torso, moving to the buttons lining the front of his shirt. But, he takes my hands and pulls them up over my head. "No touching yet baby. I want you panting for me before I'm going to let you touch me!"

Moaning, I obeyed and kept my hands up, clutching the shelf over my head for support. Looking him in the eyes as I arch my back, pushing my breasts toward him.

His eyes glaze with hunger. Leaning down and pressing my breasts together with his hands, he begins nibbling around my nipples with his lips, not touching them. Teasing me into a frenzy of moans and begging him to suck them.

He groans and sucks my right nipple deep into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and rolling it around. Biting gently at first but adding pressure, almost too much. Making me gasp and causing a zing of fire to run through my body, straight to my dripping pussy.

My legs, spread wide, just begging for his touch. My pussy throbbing, I'm nearly out of control. I can feel an orgasm building up inside of me. An uncontrollable fire about to explode through me.

Groaning loudly as it pulses through me, his mouth on my breasts, sucking. My pussy clenching. I can hear him moaning with me, loving how he is watching me as I cum. I can feel my cum begin to drip down my thighs. On fire for him, I begin to beg....

"Please, Oh please Paul! I need to feel you in me! I need you to fuck me! Now!"

With a deep growl he says, "Oh no baby. It's my turn to torture you this time." He kneels in front of me, pulling my skirt up to my hips. He groans as he sees my bare pussy pulsing in front of him.

"Oh baby! I can't believe you did this for me!" I had known it would please him to find me without panties. 

"I've not worn them all day Paul. Knowing you could get to me faster this way. I've been hot for you all morning!"

He presses his face to me, his tongue slipping between my pussy lips and finding my swollen clit instantly. Shudders pour through my body as I instantly cum again. He slams three fingers into me, driving me higher, making me scream.

He reaches up and pulls me down to the floor with him. Reaching for his fly, he unzips and pulls his cock out. Spreading my legs wide, he slams into me, hard and fast. Looking me in the eyes as he fucks me, pounding his length into me over and over again. 

My orgasm catching me by surprise. As he slams into me over and over I cry out, holding tight to him as my body explodes yet again. His cock pulsing and growing even bigger inside of me. My pussy milking him, my legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him deeper into me.

He shouts as he shoots his cum deep inside of me. Pounding into me as he comes hard and deep, his moans and groans sounding as if they are coming from the depths of his soul.

He looks me in the eye as he continues to pound into me, reaching between us and flicking my clit, over and over again, sending me into another orgasm. Milking his cock empty of cum.

As we collapse together, our hearts slamming against our chests, we both sigh, causing us to laugh and groan. 

He says, "I can't get over how good we are together Hanna. Look at me!"

Laughing, he pushes up on his arms. "I'm still fully dressed! I couldn't wait to get my cock into you!"

I start giggling. I was so enamored with this man! I said, "MMM Paul, you can help me with my research any day!" 

He laughed, sitting up and pulling me up to him. Kissing me slowly and deeply then saying, "Baby, any time you need a research assistant, you know who to call!"

He helped me to straighten myself, then we walked arm in arm back to the front desk. He kissed me good bye and said, "I'll see you later Hanna. Be ready for me. This was only a taste of what I have in store for you this evening!" 



Research



I rang the doorbell and waited. Perhaps half a minute elapsed before the door opened, and the woman stared at me sullenly. She was tall and very slim, almost skinny, apart from heavy breasts; her dark, shoulder-length hair was streaked with grey, and, apart from skimpy gauze panties that were practically transparent, a thin silver chain encircling her right ankle, and high heels, she was completely naked.

For a moment, I studied her body, my penis stirring involuntarily: her ribcage was clearly defined, and her lush delicately blue-veined breasts were capped with large, heavily stippled aureoles, from which engorged nipples, the size of the top joint of my little finger, jutted aggressively. Her panties covered only the lower half of her slightly curved belly, and several tendrils of greyish hair emerged from the thin translucent material stretched tightly over her pubic mound. 

By contrast, her legs were superb, perfectly shaped, their curves accentuated by the chain and her high heels. She was breathing heavily, and I looked up to see her staring at me unfocussed, almost unseeingly, through heavy-lidded, and, I guessed, sex-drugged eyes.

Without a word, she turned and walked inside the flat, and I closed the front door behind me and followed her into the living room, admiring her thin bare shoulders, her tight backside, her panties unsuccessfully straining to restrain her lean buttocks, but leaving more than half of them exposed, and her shapely legs ... He was sitting in the corner of the sofa, and he lazily waved a hand in my direction as the woman crossed the room towards him and caressed his face.

'You took your time, Mum,' he grinned, 'I was beginning to lose my erection!'

She bent over him, her large breasts dangling, and he gripped one as she kissed him lingeringly, while she rotated her hand on his groin, and then, giving him a final squeeze, she perched on the arm of the sofa beside him. She crossed her bare legs, one foot swinging idly, her shoe dangling as she undid a couple of buttons of his shirt and slipped her hand in, running it over his bare chest.

He reached up to squeeze her lush breast again, and then he looked at me.

'Help yourself to a drink,' he said, nodding towards a table by the window holding a section of bottles and glasses.

I poured myself a scotch, and added a little water -- when I turned back, she was bending to kiss him feverishly, working her mouth on his, and he was fondling her naked breast, and I sat in an armchair at a slight angle, watching them. After a few minutes, he pushed her away, and she sat up, her breasts heaving.

He grinned at me again. 'Now, what's all this about?'

She grabbed his hand and put it on her bare thigh, and he turned his head towards her and kissed her heavy breast, briefly sucking her nipple.

I took a drink from the glass I was holding. 'Wet collodion photography,' I said. 'I need to know something about it, for the book I'm writing. It involves a photographer working in the latter half of the nineteenth century ...'

'Photographing nudes, I bet!'

It was my turn to grin, and I nodded.

'There are plenty of books about it -- I can lend you a couple, if you like.'

She dragged his hand to her breast, and again leaned down to kiss him urgently, and I saw him crush her breast in his hand.

'Yes, I've looked at one or two books, but it's not the same as talking to someone who's actually done it, describing what happens, and what it's like, and you're supposed to be something of an expert...'

She slid down onto the sofa beside him, and slid her leg over his thighs, grinding her groin against him, and she kissed him wetly, open-mouthed as she squirmed in his arms, squashing her bare breasts on his chest, and I saw her saliva trickling down his chin.

I notice her dress lying in a crumpled heap in a corner -- there was no sign of a bra, and I guessed she hadn't worn one. I opened my notebook, and removed the cap from my pen.

' OK. Well, he wouldn't have much time once he'd started, so he'd pose her beforehand, doubtless having a good feel in the process; he'd have set up the camera on a tripod -- a hand-held exposure would be out of the question -- focussing it and checking the composition of the picture, and then putting the lens cap on.'

I noticed his trousers were gaping open, and she inserted her hand inside, fondled him, and he slipped his arm round her and stroked her bare shoulder, and she wriggled against him, lifting her face for him to kiss her. I saw their tongues circle each other for a moment, and then he turned his attention back to me.

'Then, when he was ready, he'd pour the collodion on a glass plate, tilting it so that the collodion flowed diagonally from one corner to the opposite one, and then again diagonally from the other corner to the other -- the idea would be to get a completely even coating, and then he'd pour the remaining collodion back into the bottle.'

She knelt up beside him, cupping one breast and lifting it, offering it to his mouth, and he sucked her stiff, rubbery nipple, running his hand up her thigh and fondling her bottom, and she repeated the performance with her other breast, rubbing it against his face. He sucked her nipple for a moment or two, and then he slapped her bottom.

'I could do with a drink, Mum.'

She'd lost her shoe, and squirmed round on the sofa to bend over to grope for it, flattening her ripe breasts against her bare thighs, until she found the shoe and slipped it on. She got to her feet, and he slapped her backside again.

We both watched her cross to the table and pour his drink, her free hand between her legs, fondling herself, before picking up the glass and carrying it to him.

She sat on the sofa beside him, spreading her legs wide, and took his hand, sucking his fingers, and then pushing his hand down inside the front of her panties, and through the filmy material I saw his fingers working between her legs. She made a little mewing sound, and lifted one breast to her mouth, kissing it and sucking her nipple, while he continued to fondle her, and more tufts of grey hair escaped from the legs of her panties ... she crossed her gorgeous bare legs, trapping his hand between her thighs...

I saw him squeeze her, and he took a deep breath. 'So far, he'd been working in the light -- the collodion isn't light-sensitive -- but now he'd take the plate into the darkroom and immerse it in a bath of silver nitrate for a few minutes to sensitise it. It was only sensitive to light from the blue end of the spectrum, so he'd use a red or orange safelight, doubtless thinking about the girl's naked body in the studio. Then he'd drain the plate and load it into a plate holder.'

The woman squirmed round on the sofa, her legs still crossed: his trousers still gaped open, and she reached in it, struggling to free his penis. She finally managed to get it out -- it was fully erect, and she bent to kiss it. She licked it, circling its head with her tongue, licking it, sucking it, nuzzling her face against it, kissing it again, her mouth travelling wetly up its shaft, sucking the head again, and then trailing her lips and tongue down its length again...

He swallowed. 'Then he'd go back out into the studio and load the plate holder in the camera. He'd check the pose once again, and maybe kiss the girl and fondle her tits, to make sure she had the hungry, lustful look he wanted ...'

I grinned. 'Sounds as though you've done that, too!'

He pulled the woman up and kissed her. 'A few times...! Anyway, he'd warn her not to move, and then he'd withdraw the dark slide from the plate holder -- nitrate would be dripping everywhere, staining everything, but that was usual -- and then he'd remove the lens cap to expose the plate, for maybe a minute or longer, depending on how fast the lens was, and how much light there was, and then he'd replace the lens cap, replace the dark slide and take the plate holder out of the camera. Maybe he'd take the girl into the darkroom with him -- a naked girl's body is very erotic in dim red light ...'

She uncrossed her legs and licked his fingers, tasting herself, and then she got to her feet and slowly eased her panties down over her hips, pushing them down, her heavy breasts dangling, and stepped out of them, tossing them to join her dress on the floor. I stared at the large triangular mass of thick, tangled hair covering the base of her belly, and again she bent to kiss him wetly, while he once again slipped his hand between her legs.

'Now, he'd unload the plate and develop it in a ferrous sulfate solution, and then he'd fix it with sodium thiosulfate, and finally wash it in fresh water, and then there was nothing to do but fuck the girl while the plate dried.'

She knelt over him, straddling his thighs, and reached down to grip his rigid penis, rubbing its head against her vulva, before slowly impaling herself on his penis, lowering her body to take him deep inside her ...

He kissed her deeply. 'Then, when the plate was dry, he'd varnish it, and it would be ready to make albumen prints whenever he wanted ...'

She slowly began to raise and lower her body on his penis, supporting herself with her hands on his shoulders, and she leaned forward to rub her breasts against his face. He stroked her lean flanks, and she lowered herself to kiss him wildly, wetly, noisily. He gripped her bottom, easing her up and down, his finger probing between her cheeks until he found what he was searching for, and inserted his finger into her ...

She started to moan softly, slowly rising and falling on him rhythmically, and again she ground her breasts against his face, much more forcefully.

'Christ, Mum, I love you, you glorious slut,' he groaned, and it was his turn to kiss her feverishly, forcing his tongue into her mouth, one hand on her bottom, his finger still buried in her, and his other hand flattening her breasts.

I saw a sheen of perspiration on her naked body, and she moaned again, louder this time, the pitch rising as she began to raise and lower herself faster and faster, and he started to jerk his hips up to match her movements, driving into her deeper and deeper.

Her moans turned into a wail, and he started to grunt as their bodies pounded together, harder and harder, and then his body stiffened and finally jerked, rising several inches off the sofa as he thrust into her a final time, and she screamed as he ejaculated into her, her naked body arching, her head thrown back, as his semen spurted into her vagina. 

She kept bobbing up and down on his penis, throwing her arms round his neck and sobbing uncontrollably as he held her tightly, her body jerking spasmodically as her orgasm swept through her again and again and he emptied himself into her.

Eventually, she rolled off him limply, falling back on the sofa, her eyes closed, her damp hair plastered across her forehead, gasping, her breath rasping in her throat as she gripped her slippery breasts, squeezing them tightly, digging her fingers deep into their yielding softness, and he slipped his arm round her glistening shoulders. Still with her eyes closed, she fumbled with one hand for his wet, softening penis, fondling it as she turned her head towards him for him to kiss her ...

I closed my notebook and replaced the cap on my pen. He reached for his glass and finished his drink, and I did the same.

'Got all you need?' he asked, and I nodded. 'Yes, thanks -- exactly what I wanted.'

We sat in silence for a few minutes, and then she opened her eyes and got to her feet. She started to leave the room, but I reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling the naked woman towards me.

'Come here, Mum,' I grunted, and he laughed.

'Little brother's ready for his turn!'



Research Assistance



The knock on the door reverberated through the library carrel. The carrel had been quiet as a monastery. The only sounds were the rustle of pages or the soft tapping of laptop keys. There it was again, politely insistent, daring him to ignore it. But this time, Dan opened the door. 

"Excuse me," Alice said, pushing the black glasses unconsciously up her small nose. "I don't mean to disturb you, but I thought you might be interested in this. Alice held out an old book on sex ed. 

A knowing smile broke across Dan's face. "Why yes, he said, I believe that will help with my ... research." 

"If I might be so bold," Alice said, with an intake of breath, "I'd like to point you to a few particularly relevant passages." She squeezed into the tiny carrel, with barely room to turn to close the door. 

----

Dan Freeman had been coming to the library every day all fall semester to study for his comprehensive exams. He would arrive at 9:00 AM sharp, already having worked out, showered, and wolfed down his oatmeal and coffee. His was the Spartan existence, known by most grad students. The only thing that set Dan apart was his obsessive discipline. The library day began with several hours of reading followed by a break to browse the stacks for the next armload of books assigned by his professor.

It was on one of these mid-day breaks when Dan and Alice first bumped into one another, literally. The scene was so cliché; Dan couldn't believe that it was actually happening. He was rounding the corner in the stacks, looking down at his notes to check the call number, when—Bam! He slammed into a librarian, or rather, her shelving cart. If this had been a movie, Dan would have accidentally knocked a few books off the cart, chivalrously offered to pick them up, and then smoothly delivered a funny one-liner. But unfortunately, the cart hit Dan squarely in the crotch. As always, he was walking unnaturally fast, so what should have been a minor accident turned into something a bit worse. Doubled over in pain, Dan croaked out an apology. 

Before she could ask if Dan was actually hurt, loud melodious laughter rippled from Alice. She quickly composed herself and reached down to touch Dan on the shoulder. "Are you ok?" 

"Uh, huh," Dan managed, continuing to look down as if he'd lost something on the library floor, but mostly to hide his reddening face. "Yeah, I'm ok."

"I'm Alice, Alice Fein. I work here," she said, somewhat flustered. Because she had just started to notice that Dan was cute. Well, more than cute, actually. "Oh, I guess that's obvious with the cart and all." 

"Yes, unless you're a vigilante book shelver, I kind-of assumed..." Dan trailed off. As he looked up, he had been a little too obvious about giving Alice the once over. Her thighs strained against a tight, stretchy black skirt, that Dan imagined fitted just as snuggly around her ample rear end. Her baggy sweater was redeemed by a low-cut neckline that revealed more than a little of her cleavage. His blush deepened as his eyes traveled up from Alice's large breasts to her pretty face and edgy punk haircut. 

Alice was used to this, but it usually ended with the ogling. As a former women's studies major, she was no stranger to the "male gaze." Pervy guys loved her tits, so Alice used her blocky glasses and spiky black hair as shields. "I don't take shit," the severe look said, and Alice meant it. But something about this guy made her smile instead of giving him the "Fuck off" look that usually poured ice water on the blue balls of her oglers.

"I'm Dan Freeman." Regaining his composure, Dan stuck out his hand to introduce himself. "Nice to meet you, Alice. Wish it were under better circumstances," he coughed, rearranging the furniture to a more comfortable position.

"Are you sure, you're ok," Alice said. "Need to test out the equipment to make sure everything is working?" Immediately, Alice regretted that joke, realizing that it sounded wrong. Had she meant for it to come out that way? It had been a long time, and this guy's nerdy awkwardness actually turned her on. After a pause that was a little too long, she said, "I mean, there's a bathroom around the corner." 

Dan caught the drift. He was usually a complete incompetent with girls, the quintessential shy grad student. But even he wasn't so thick to miss the innuendo. In a shocking display of boldness, he responded, "Yeah, yeah. I'm ok, but I could maybe use a little help finding some books for my comprehensive exams." Oh yeah, that was one smooth come-on. Surely, she'd see right through it, laugh again, and walk away. Their paths would cross awkwardly in the library. He would stair at his shoes. She would snicker with fellow librarians about the dweeby grad student who racked his nads on her cart. But Alice surprised him. 

"Let me guess, you've got a carrel. Somewhere up on the eighth floor."

"Y-y-yeah, actually. Number 822."

"Tell you what, my shift ends in a few hours. Why don't you go make sure you've got what you need for an, ah, intensive research session, and I'll meet you there."

"Oh, OK." Dan replied. He couldn't believe it. He was getting hard just thinking about what "intensive research" might entail. He raced up to his carrel, grabbed his jacket, and practically sprinted to the door of the library. 

Alice, who had gone back down to the circulation desk to get more books for shelving, winked and smiled as he ran by. Wow, he's in really good shape, she thought. Not the nebbishy type that sometimes broke through her tough exterior. She swung her ass just a little bit wider than necessary as she rounded the front desk, and noticed, with pleasure, that Dan almost ran into a potted plant in the atrium as he rubber-necked to get one last look.

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As the lock snicked in the carrel door, Alice realized that her butt was almost at Dan's eye level. He tried to lean back in his chair to give her room, but she backed up, cornering him. 

"I think we should start with the end, of the book and work forward," Alice said, looking over her shoulder and smirking. She hitched up her skirt just enough so that Dan could see her the bottom of her black, lace panties. He gulped. She sat down gracefully in his lap, scooting Dan's computer and books to the other end of the small desk. She also reached up and clicked off the raw fluorescent bulb, leaving just a shaft of sunlight from a small window high in the carrel's wall. "Exploration of sexuality is a natural part of human existence," she read, in her sultriest voice.

Alice began to grind into Dan's lap. She was gentle at first, but as he stiffened, she stood up a bit and reached between her legs to stroke his growing member. 

Dan wrapped his arms around Alice's belly and snuck up inside the sweater. Suddenly, he was quite happy with how roomy it was. He traced a line slowly upward from her belly button, playfully outlining the voluptuous curves of her stomach until he reached her bra. This too, he could feel was lace, and he was willing to wager it was black. He glided his fingers across the top of the bra, marveling once again at the size of Alice's breasts. They were pillow soft, but the nipples were starting to poke angrily at the bra. 

"We need to get you out of these pants," Alice whispered. "Or rather, I need to get into them."

She unbuckled Dan's belt and pulled down his zipper. Her hand slithered into the opening and found what it was looking for. Dan was not huge, but he was big enough. He gasped audibly as she pulled his cock out of his pants and began rubbing it against her increasingly wet panties. 

Dan lifted Alice enough to hitch up her skirt even further. Now, her milky thighs were beginning to move up and down above his lap. He reached two fingers into her panties and found her clitoris. Alice began to moan involuntarily, and the pace of her stroking of his cock quickened. 

"I need that cock inside me," Alice said, suddenly. She all but leapt up from Dan's lap. "You got a condom, right?" She said breathlessly as she pulled down her panties, and kicked them off.

"Y-yeah, right here." Dan fished in his pocket. Alice eyed him hungrily, leaning against the desk and sticking her ass up in the air. "That's it, come to mama."

As Dan gingerly brought his cock to the lips of Alice's pussy, she said, "Come on, don't be shy. Fuck me!" This was the loudest sound that had ever split the stillness of Dan's carrel. He pushed his cock deep inside Alice, pressing her against the carrel desk. Books in the tiny shelves above began to shake. Dan hoped that He-ping, the Chinese grad student next door, was still out of town, visiting his parents. That thought disappeared as Alice bucked on the desk in front of him. Their pace quickened. 

Dan flipped up Alice's bra and tried to get his hands around her breasts. He pinched her nipples, and she squealed with pleasure. Then, he leaned in and began biting the bottom of her ear lobes where her earrings would have been hanging. Luckily, she had forgotten them this morning, and Dan's biting intensified. "My God," Dan whispered, "I am not going to last long."

"Yes, Yes. Keep going. I'm about to cum too. Ahhhh!" Alice yelled. A pulse of warmth rippled from inside the core of her being outward. 

As Dan felt Alice's pussy clench around his cock, hot streams of cum shot from him into the condom's tip. It had been so long since he'd had sex, he worried the force would burst through the rubber. His legs buckled, and Alice reached around to grab his ass and hold him in place. This only made him cum harder.

After a few minutes of bliss, Dan sat back. Alice straightened her skirt. 

"Well, Mr. Freeman, I do hope that I can assist you in a future research project." She snapped the sex ed book shut, adjusted her glasses, and strode confidently out of the carrel. 

Dan looked down to the floor, and noticed that she had left her lace panties. "Alice," he whispered insistently, "Wait." She poked her head back through the carrel door. 

"Oh, hang on to those. I will come and get them tomorrow." She winked, and vanished.




Research Assistance Ch. 02



When Dan Freeman opened his library carrel door the morning after his rendezvous with Alice, the tight space made him feel even more claustrophobic than usual. The room, if you could call it that, had always been small: 7' x 5' with a low slung ceiling. It was more of a janitor's closet than an office. In other words, it perfectly matched his lowly status as a graduate student. As he settled in to study, however, Dan saw the room through new eyes. It's narrow confines now seemed indelibly marked with sex. 

Dan laid his backpack down on the floor next to the desk chair and rubbed his fingers across the desk where he had pleasured his sexy librarian paramour the night before. A long sigh escaped from his lips. He opened a book and booted up his laptop to start taking notes. His usual machine-like discipline failed him. After twenty minutes, he had skimmed only five pages. Twenty minutes later, he put his head down on the desk. Sleep had been impossible the night before, and the fatigue was finally catching up. Just a few minutes rest...

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"Wake up sleepy head," Alice Fein purred in Dan's ear. "Seems like someone is having sweet dreams," she continued, resting her hand gently on Dan's bulging cock inside his jeans. 

Truth be told, Dan had been dreaming of Alice. In fact, he had been able to think of nothing and no one else over the last 24 hours. Here she was, in the flesh, proving that it had been no dream. 

Alice had changed from her librarian's outfit into workout clothes, black yoga pants and a sweatshirt over a sports bra. It was her usual routine after work on Tuesdays, and she didn't want her nosy co-workers to know about her new "exercise" regimen.

"I brought back that book you found so vital for your research," Alice joked, tossing the old sex ed volume that had been the inspiration and excuse for their previous rendezvous onto the desk next to Dan's laptop. "But I had some more 'hands on' learning in mind for today."

Alice's hand began to stroke Dan's cock through his tight jeans. Dan moaned appreciatively, and reached back to run his fingers through Alice's spiky black hair just at the nape of her neck. 

"I thought long and hard about what to do with you today, Dan," Alice whispered, an inch away from Dan's ear. Then she flicked her tongue inside his earlobe. "Long and hard." She tugged on the zipper of his pants. 

"W-What did you have in mind," Dan gulped, trying to contain his rising excitement. 

"Oh, you'll see," Alice responded, with maddening confidence and secrecy.

Dan thought he might cum already, so he was relieved when Alice pulled her hand away and stepped back toward the carrel door. There really was no room to move with two people in such a tight space. The built-in desk took up a third of the room and the bookshelves above it shrank the space further. A lone exterior window near the ceiling shed the only light after Alice flicked off the harsh fluorescent desk lamp. 

Even in that confined space, Alice set her glasses down on the desk and managed to pull off her sweatshirt in one graceful motion, revealing her bountiful belly and large breasts. Dan was a jogger, so he knew that sports bras did not flatter the average woman. They weren't meant to. But nothing could diminish the near-perfect, parabolic arcs of Alice's bosoms. She rolled the sports bra over her breasts with less grace than the sweatshirt, but the result left Dan speechless. He reached out involuntarily, and Alice slapped his hands away with playful insistence. 

"Tut, tut. The show's not over yet." Alice loved the fact that Dan had played with her belly in the throws of passion the night before, and that he had seemed equally enamored by her plus-sized derriere. As much of a feminist as she was, Alice couldn't help having occasional—ok, more than occasional—insecure thoughts about her weight. The fact that this hunky, albeit awkwardly nerdy, grad student found her sexy—all of her—was a huge confidence boost. She had decided that today's rendezvous would start with a strip tease. 

Dan's hand strayed toward his cock as Alice swayed a bit in the narrow confines of the carrel, stroking her own nipples and then pinching them for good measure. 

Alice moved her hips to some internal music that only she and Dan could here in the quiet carrel. She slowly turned and pushed her ass toward him, sliding her fingers into the waistband of the yoga pants, and pulling them down to reveal the top of her thong. Then, she rolled the pants down below her ample backside, and brought her naked cheeks down over Dan's lap. 

Dan had never been to a strip club, but he was pretty sure that this was about the best lap dance he was ever going to get. Alice pushed her ass cheeks around his swollen cock and jiggled them until Dan felt like he couldn't take it any more. 

He grabbed her thong, and in a fit of passion, pulled as hard as he could. 

"Ouch!" Alice grimaced as the thong ripped. Dan worried that he had gone too far. But Alice immediately composed herself and shot an evil grin back over her shoulder. "Oh, I am so glad that you like it rough too," she said, seeing the concern on Dan's face turn to pride. "That's going to make the rest of the night much more interesting. 

Dan wanted to push Alice against the desk and fuck her as he had the night before, but she had other plans. "No, no, honey. We're just doing appetizers here at the library." Alice got down on her knees on the hard carrel floor. Dan felt bad about this for a split second before she began licking the tip of his cock with her tongue. 

"I'm not going to last long," he said, stating the obvious. 

Alice smiled, up at him and then dove toward his muscular abdomen, taking nearly the full length of his shaft into her mouth at once. She simultaneously grabbed his ass pulling him from the chair for leverage. It wasn't so much a blowjob as it was a devouring. Already primed, Dan started to cum almost immediately. Alice pulled back just as fast as she had come forward, and Dan's semen shot onto her breasts, roping its way down around onto her belly. 

"Oops, we made a mess of your carrel, Dan. Looks like we're going to have to finish today's research after a shower and meal at my place."

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After cleaning up both themselves and the carrel as best they could, Alice and Dan left the library separately. Dan got to the bike rack and checked his phone. "Research assistance: 437 Cloverfield Dr., Apt. 2," read the text from an unknown local number. Dan immediately save the number under "A," unlocked his bike, and peddled like mad toward Alice's place. 

She had beaten him home, of course, since she knew the way and it was up hill. Her car pulled into the driveway and her neighbor, Felicia, stopped to chat. Alice loved Felicia, but the girl got chatty at the most inopportune times. Alice was literally dripping with sex beneath her yoga outfit, and all she wanted to do was get inside to rinse off before Dan got there. Still, she stopped to hear about Felicia's car troubles—and of course, man troubles—just long enough to be polite, before saying, "Whew, I'm beat. Gotta take a shower." 

"You ok, Alice?" Felicia asked, sensing a different energy from her neighbor, and perhaps catching a whiff of Dan's sex. If there was a story, Felicia could sniff it a mile away. It if was a story about sex, she could smell it from a neighboring time zone. "Must have been some yoga class today, huh?" she said, with a lascivious wink. "Did that hunky instructor finally notice you?"

"Uh, no," Alice said, distractedly, looking over Felicia's shoulder to see if Dan was cresting the hill. "He's still totally oblivious. But I gotta run. Lots of work to do tonight."

There was Dan, just coming into view, legs pumping. A smile crept across Alice's face. Before she could hide it, Felicia saw and swiveled her head to see Dan coasting into the driveway. 

"Oh yeah, I see. Lots of work," Felicia said, a thousand watt smile blinding Alice. "Ok, catch you later." 

Alice rolled her eyes. "Couldn't anyone have a secret in this stupid town?" she thought. But then, she and Felicia eventually shared everything—clothes, make-up, gossip, etc. 

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Alice's apartment was a palace compared to the library carrel. It was tastefully decorated in a mix of Ikea items and well-loved, garage sale furnishings that didn't clash the way most impoverished intellectuals' accouterments did. In fact, it was homey and modern at the same time, a neat trick that Dan's stoically bare, prison-chic apartment never managed to pull off. 

"I know you're thinking that I'm going to offer you wine, but I'm afraid that's not in the cards tonight," Alice said, by way of introduction to her place. "I've got some gin, rum, and tequila in the cabinet over the sink, and mixers in the fridge. Why don't you whip up a gin and tonic for me and something for yourself, while I rinse off from our ... workout."

After the blowjob and the bike ride, Dan could have used a shower too, but he was way too far out of his comfort zone to say a peep. He just followed orders like a good soldier, hoping that the gin would loosen him up a bit. 

A few minutes later, Alice walked out of her room wearing nothing but a short, satin bathrobe. 

"Whew!" Dan exhaled loudly, and then wolf-whistled appreciatively as Alice did a little pirouette in the middle of her living room. The bottom of the robe flaring just enough for him to catch a glance of her completely shaved pussy and gorgeous ass as she turned. 

"There was no reason to get dressed, since I am pretty sure we're going to be naked again soon enough," Alice laughed. "Go wash up. I'll whip up some leftovers."

Dan took his drink with him so that he had something to occupy his mind and hands. By the time he returned from the bathroom, the drink was gone, and he felt the alcohol-infused confidence riding through his consciousness. 

Alice's apartment smelled amazing. There on the table was a simple baguette and two small plates of lasagna. Alice was on her second drink and she gave Dan a generous pour of the same, before sitting down together. 

"This looks amazing." Dan lifted his fork to start eating. Alice cleared her throat loudly and held out her hands.

"The blessing?" she corrected.

"Uh, ok," Dan replied, trying to hide his shock. He had grown up in Baptist household where grace was said at every meal, but he certainly hadn't expected it tonight. He clasped Alice's fingers.

"Thank you, Lord," she intoned with a dramatic pause, "for bringing me this randy, young man with his big cock. I expect to fuck him as long as is humanly possible tonight in as many ways as I can. Amen." Loud melodious laughter rang from Alice like a church bell. 

"Amen, to that," Dan said, as his laughter harmonized with Alice's.

----

Dan cleared and washed the dishes, while Alice put on some music, a Charles Mingus album that began with "Better Get Hit in Your Soul." She let her robe drop to the floor in front of the stereo, and shimmied toward the bedroom. As she got to the door, she beckoned for Dan to follow. "Come on, honey!" 

Naked as the day she was born and nearly glowing with anticipation, Alice drew Dan over to her queen-sized bed. It was an old-fashioned canopied number, a dramatic contrast to Dan's cramped library carrel. 

Alice gingerly took off Dan's glasses and placed them on the night table. She pulled Dan's sweater and t-shirt over his head, exposing his lean body and sinewy arms. She kissed his toned abdomen, tracing a trail of fine curly hair toward his belt buckle. She blew gently on his now damp stomach raising goose bumps all over Dan's body. Then she undid the belt and pulled the jeans and briefs down over his narrow hips. 

Dan's cock was at half-mast, moving rapidly toward full, when his pants landed on the floor. Alice threw him playfully, but forcefully down on the bed and his head rocked back into the pillows. Alice turned toward the foot of the bed and kissed Dan's inner thighs starting at the knees and moving up toward Dan's waiting cock. 

Though shy in real life, Dan was no shrinking violet in bed. He grabbed Alice's legs and maneuvered them to straddle above his face getting her into the 69 position. Alice had started to suck on Dan's balls, but she stopped, distractedly, when his tongue darted toward the lips of her pussy. Pulling apart Alice's legs, Dan then parted the lips with his tongue and circled around her clit like a shark seeking prey. When he finally struck with a sudden flick, the anticipation made Alice shiver with shock. As Dan rolled the clit with his tongue, one finger began to explore deeper into Alice's pussy. 

"Oh yes! Oh, God!" she moaned. 

Alice tried to resume sucking Dan's cock, but he gave her backside a hard slap. She squealed, getting the message that this was her payback for the blowjob in the carrel. 

Dan stuck a second finger in Alice's pussy, which was now dripping wet with her sex. He slapped her ass again, harder this time. And once more for good measure. 

"Fuck me, now!" Alice demanded, pulling away from the pleasurable torture she had been receiving from Dan's fingers and tongue. 

Alice turned around to face Dan straddled his mid-section. Dan's cock was not quite hard, so she stroked it as she reached over to the end table for a rubber. After slipping the condom on his now engorged member, Alice sat up and worked Dan's cock between the glistening lips of her pussy. She lowered herself slowly onto the sheathed dick, feeling every inch of it fill her with pleasure that had been anticipated all evening. 

Dan reached up to grab Alice's beautiful breasts as she began to rock on top of him. A Mingus band drum solo beat out a frenetic rhythm in the other room, urging the two lovers to pick up their pace. The horns belted out a sultry counterpoint that was only accentuated by Alice's insistent cries. 

"Fuck me, Dan. Fuck me harder!"

He did, nearly bucking her off of him at one point, watching as her breasts and belly shook sensually above him. Dan began slapping Alice's ass cheeks in time with his thrusts and she, in turn, planted a hand firmly on his chest for leverage. 

"Yes, yes. I'm going to cum, Dan!" Alice screamed. "Fuck me," she bellowed once more for good measure. The bed slammed into the wall. "Ohhhhhhh!"

Alice's pussy clenched as the orgasm swept over her. Dan could take no more; he grunted with a low rumble of joy as he came, semen squeezed from his cock by every contraction of Alice's interior muscles. 

Alice flopped down on the bed beside Dan, the two lovers entangled in a happy, sweaty human knot. 

Bang! Bang! Bang! Pounding on the wall interrupted their reverie. 

"It's Felicia," Alice said still catching her breath. "She can't be happy with the noise... Plus, it's been ages since she's had a guy. Salt in the wound."

Alice's phone buzzed on the bedside table. A text from Felicia: "Fuck you both," it said. "I'm coming over."



Research Assistance Ch. 03



It was only a matter of minutes after receiving the text from Felicia that Alice's doorbell rang. It didn't ring just once. With Alice and Dan entwined and naked on the bed, it took five or ten minutes before Alice could throw on her robe and get to the door. The doorbell had buzzed three times, seemingly more insistently with each succeeding push, the final time sounded like a swarm of angry bees. 

"Alright, alright, hold your horses," Alice called as she reached the door. 

"About time," Felicia replied, as the door cracked open. 

Best friends and neighbors, Felicia and Alice had a longstanding rule that when one of them was getting some, they shared every last detail. The two had met in a feminist theory class in grad school. Although their relationship had gotten physical more than a few times, that was simply an added bonus to an increasingly deep and loving friendship. They were both large, intelligent, passionate women with a lust for life ... and for lust, actually. Kindred spirits. 

But Felicia had never interrupted when Alice was with a gentleman caller like this, and the pleasantly nosy neighbor did not look like she had come over for a bull session. 

Felicia had on a large trench coat and was carrying the bag that Alice recognized as her sex kit. The neighbor looked both peeved and determined as she pushed the door open wide and let herself in. "Don't mind if I do," she said brusquely. 

"Felicia, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Alice said, feigning innocence. 

"You know damn well what," Felicia snapped, "and the pleasure is going to be as much mine as yours."

Alice knew that it had been a long time since Felicia had been with a man. Felicia was not man-crazy, but because she confided nearly everything in Alice, it was almost as if the sexual frustration had been building in both of them given how much they talked about their lack of action. Maybe that was why Alice had jumped Dan's bones in the library after their chance encounter in the stacks. 

"Aren't you going to introduce me formally to your beau," Felicia said, gesturing toward Alice's bedroom. 

"He's, uh, indisposed at the moment," Alice responded demurely.

"I know. I heard you dispose of him. Now, I believe it's my turn." Felicia waltzed toward the bedroom. She stood imposingly in the doorway, casting an intense gaze at the thin, muscular figure sprawled in the four-poster bed. 

Dan had tried to cover himself as best he could with Alice's sheets, but they were mostly tangled at the foot of the bed. All he could manage was to pull them up to his abdomen. He looked chagrined, to say the least. 

"Sorry about the noise," Dan croaked. "We'll keep it down. Promise." 

"I certainly hope not," Felicia said, leering at Dan. She shifted her bag from one arm to the other as she let her coat fall to the floor. Beneath the coat had been nothing but a negligee. "It was hot tonight," Felicia laughed in answer to Dan's inquisitive look. "And you to weren't helping to cool things down. So I decided to come over and take matters into my own hands." 

At this, Felicia sauntered over to the foot of the bed and yanked down the covers. Dan immediately moved his hands to cover his privates. 

"Oh, we don't have any secrets here," Felicia said. Then she beckoned to Alice. "Come on in, the water's fine."

Alice came to the door. She knew that Felicia liked to play the dominatrix, while she, on the other hand, could play it both ways, submissive and dominant as the situation required. Alice hoped Dan was equally amenable. It looked from the growing size of his cock that he was. "Felicia, you remember Dan from earlier," Alice said, by way of introduction. "Dan, this is Felicia. Something tells me you won't forget her." 

Felicia's braids hung down to her broad shoulders. Like Alice, her full-figured body was shapely. But whereas Alice had pale, freckled skin, Felicia's skin was the color of milk chocolate. Her baby blue negligee only accentuated the contours of her hips and bosoms. 

"Turn over and let me see that skinny little ass of yours," Felicia ordered Dan.

Dan's body responded to the command almost involuntarily. 

"Now, get that ass up." Felicia said, as she gave Dan a little spank. Then she reached between his legs and grabbed his cock roughly. "You like that, don't you? You like taking orders?" 

"Yes, ma'am." 

"That's more like it," Felicia said, stroking Dan's cock while she gave his rump another slap. "Don't just stand on the sidelines, Alice, get in the game."

Alice dropped her bathrobe and put her glasses back on the bedside table. She climbed into the bed from the side and whispered in Dan's ear. "I hope you're up for this." 

Dan managed a wan smile, before he was interrupted by another yank from behind. "Ahhh."

"No conspiring, you too," Felicia warned. "This circus has only one ring master. Now, get on your hands and knees beside your man, Alice."

Alice obeyed. Having a sense of what was coming, she stuck her ass in the air as well. 

"I know you have gotten dirty already tonight," Felicia said. "Time for some tidying up. Get in their, Dan. Lick the platter clean."

Dan moved behind Alice, grasping her hips. He tentatively tongued her pussy. Alice sighed appreciatively. Felicia slapped both Dan and Alice's backsides, and then lifted her negligee to begin fingering herself. 

"Don't just focus on the muff, mister." Felicia pulled Dan's short, curly hair with surprising gentleness and repositioned his face between Alice's cheeks. Although he had never done it before, Dan understood what was expected. He spread Alice's cheeks further apart and used his tongue to moisten the rim of her anus. As he did so, Felicia rewarded him by accelerating the stroking of his cock. Dan' moaned into Alice's backside, and noticed that Alice had begun fingering herself somewhere below his chin. 

"Keep it up you two," Felicia said, as she pulled away from them and went back to her bag. Dan couldn't see what she was doing, but when Felicia returned a few minutes later, she had lost the negligee and found a dildo to strap on. "Move over, baby. It's my turn. Are you ready for some of my attention, Alice?"

"Yes, oh yes."

"Yes, what?

"Yes, mistress. Fuck me with your big, fake phallus!"

"That's better," Felicia crooned, angling Alice's ass upward and positioning the dildo at the lips of her dripping pussy."

Dan was in shock, but he had enough of his faculties to take over stroking himself where Felicia had left off. In his wildest dreams, he had never imagined that his evening would turn out like this. The pace of his hand quickened as Felicia began to piston in and out of Alice. The two women were beginning to move together, building toward an obvious orgasm. Dan's eyes were laser focused on Felicia's ass as it rose up and down behind his paramour. 

"What are you waiting for, Dan?" Felicia called, somewhat breathlessly. "My pussy ... ah ... wants some cock too!... Ah yes, yes. Get a rubber ... out of that bag over there and ... oh, oh ... get to work!"

Dan didn't have to be told twice. The two big and beautiful women slowed to a stop while Dan worked his way inside Felicia. If he hadn't already cum twice that evening, he would have lasted about two seconds. As it was, he didn't think he could last long. 

"Fuck me, Dan!" Felicia ordered, spanking her own ass with her one free hand. The other was pulling her hips toward Alice, sinking the dildo deep inside her best friend. Dan was surprised by how tight Felicia's pussy was given her expertise in the bedroom, but he wasn't complaining. He grabbed Felicia's ample bosoms and drove his cock deeper and deeper into her. 

It should have been awkward. It shouldn't have worked. But somehow, the three found a rhythm that suited each of them. Alice came first and her legs gave way beneath her, both from the weight of two lovers and her spent passion. When Felicia dropped onto Alice, Dan's cock pulled almost all the way out of her. She grabbed him as she fell to the bed, and he plunged deeper than he had been the whole night, sending her careening over the edge of her own orgasm. When Dan's body folded onto Felicia a final time, his cum exploded inside his new lover. 

The three of them fell like dominos into one another, sated and exhausted. Dan eventually rolled over onto his back, stared up at the starry canopy covering the bed, wondering what he had done to deserve this. He closed his eyes in reverie.

"Well, that wasn't bad for your first threesome," Felicia purred. Then, her tone shifted into a mock pout. "But I didn't even get to use my whip and riding crop." 

Dan's eyes snapped open.



Research Assistant



"Why did I do this to myself?" I thought, watching her set up in her new cubicle. It was August, the start of a new school year, and she was wearing a tank top and shorts that showed off her best assets; her long, athletic legs, and her tight round ass. I tried not to stare, even though she was facing away from me putting books on the shelves.

"Why did I choose a research assistant that I'm attracted to?" Isabella had just graduated from Georgia Tech with a PhD in mathematics. She had done well in the interviews for this position, but if I had been hiring purely based off of skill I probably should have chosen Yang, the Chinese man from Stanford.

"I really appreciate you getting me such prime cubicle real estate," Isabella said, turning around to face me. My eyes snapped up from her ass and I hoped in embarrassment that she didn't notice. 

"It is still a cubicle," I laughed softly, smiling at the beautiful woman in front of me. That happened a lot when I was around her; I tended to smile more. I guess it was in the pursuit of happiness that I decided to hire her. That's what I tell myself, at least. "But you're right, having a spot by the window will be really nice. Spring in Boston is especially nice, when all the flowers on the trees are beginning to bloom."

"Sounds wonderful," she smiled back, turning back around to continue shelving books. God, she was gorgeous. Her parents were from Turkey, but she was born in the US. Her dark brown hair and pale green eyes provided a contrast that made her appearance even more striking, and at times I found myself almost paralyzed in her gaze.

I knew it was wrong, to be attracted to this woman, and even more wrong to have hired her for that same reason. I was married, to a man that I loved very much, but never in my life had I felt a burning lust like the one I felt for Isabella. It was too exciting, too new, to pass up.

"I'll let you get settled in then." I walked away, unsure of what else to say, and headed back to my office. Once there, I found myself unable to concentrate on my work. I kept thinking about her, about her legs, her long hair, and her smile. I tried to force these thoughts out of my head, but they were simply too overpowering. Being around her, even for a short period of time, was intoxicating. I looked down and noticed that I had been stroking my own thigh as I was daydreaming, and now I was extremely aroused. 

The image of Isabella, penetrating every thought, clouded my head as I got up to lock my office door. Leaning with my back against the door, I grasped my breast with one hand, massaging myself through my shirt, and unbuttoned my slacks hastily with the other. I could feel my wetness through my underwear, and with her image in my mind, I was already so close to climaxing. I looked down and imagined Isabella's head between my legs, her tongue lapping rapidly. Moaning softly, I leaned my head back against the door and began to touch myself desperately. I imagined her soft, nude body, her long, toned legs, and her dark hair strewn violently across a white bed sheet as I made love to her passionately. It wasn't long before I brought myself to a shattering climax, my hand flying to my mouth to muffle my scream of pleasure. 

I continued to touch myself throughout the orgasm until it died down, and I collapsed in a heap on the floor of my office, panting heavily. In the back of my mind I knew what I just did was wrong, but the intensity of it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I had sat there for a few minutes, recovering, when I heard a knock on the door. Hastily, I buttoned up my slacks and attempted to straighten my hair.

"Isabella!" I said nervously, opening my door to reveal the beautiful young woman standing in front of me.

"Hello Dr. Greene," she said innocently, completely unaware of what I had just done moments earlier. I tried not to blush. 

"All settled in?"

"Yes, and I was wondering if you could walk with me to our research meeting? I'm not sure where the room is." She looked embarrassed, as if she was somehow at fault. I had almost forgotten about the meeting.

"Of course, of course, let's head over there right now." I grabbed a notebook and led the way to the conference room. As we walked side by side I could almost feel the sexual energy between us. It could have been my imagination, but it was so strong I couldn't see how that would be the case. We talked of light things as we walked, the city, our upcoming research project, nice restaurants around campus. I held open the door for her and we walked inside; the rest of our research group, two middle-aged professors and their younger PhD student Neil. 

"Everyone, this is my new research assistant Isabella. She'll be helping with our project on statistical modeling of wireless interference." I could see their eyes scanning her in disbelief as she waved hello. Never in the history of this school have we had such an attractive faculty member, I thought.

The other professors gave updates on their work and everyone was taking notes. I noticed Neil seemed a little distracted, however; he kept pretending to write things down while furtively looking at Isabella. But who could blame him?

In fact, as the semester went on, I noticed Neil and Isabella hanging around each other more and more. I wasn't willing to admit to myself that I was jealous, because I spent just as much time with her as he did, but a little part of me really despised Neil. It was torturous, trying to concentrate on my work knowing that she was so close by. Every time I would see her in the hallway or whenever she would stop by my office asking for help with something my mind would become clouded. 

One afternoon I was typing up a research proposal when I heard a soft knock on my door. "Come in," I said absentmindedly.

It was Isabella. She was wearing tight gray slacks, black heels, and a simple white blouse that contrasted beautifully with her long dark hair. I looked up and she had my attention immediately; I tried not to scan her body with my eyes, but God, was she gorgeous. The dirty thoughts that flew through my brain just then made me feel ashamed and disgusted at myself. I looked at the picture of my husband on my desk and suddenly I also felt quite guilty.

"Sit down, Isabella. What can I do for you?"

She smiled shyly as she took a seat across from me at my desk. Her lips were smiling, but there was something in her eyes that made her seemed worried and afraid. 

"Professor Greene, I...well, this is silly," she sighed and looked down in her lap, an unsure look on her face.

"No, Isabella, please...what is it?" I stared at her beautiful face as she looked down, studying it. She was so perfect. Absolutely flawless.

"I mean I've given presentations a million times before, but this one is different. I've never given a presentation where...it's for my project funding, Professor." Her eyes lifted up to meet mine and I could see just how worried she looked. "I'm going to be judged in front of a panel from this company, and if they like me they'll give me the funding for my research, but if they don't, I don't know if I can continue on my project..." 

"Isabella, I remember my first presentation like that. It's no longer like the presentations you did in grad school; it's like being a salesman and trying to win someone over. I know what you are feeling. In fact, I don't know if you know this, but I'll be giving a presentation at that same conference as well. Just sell your idea, Isabella."

"I don't know how to be a salesman!" She looked on the verge of tears, and I wanted desperately to walk over to her and embrace her, comfort her...

Instead, I just smiled reassuringly. "You just have to word your presentation a bit differently. Do you have it with you?"

"It's in my email..." she said, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

"Pull your chair over here and bring it up on my computer. We'll walk through it, and I'll give you some helpful tricks I've learned over the years. It's all about how you word things."

Isabella pulled her chair over next to me and opened up a web browser to login to her email. My breath caught in my throat when she reached over me to use the keyboard. She was sitting very, VERY close. Did she need to be sitting that close? I suppose, to get at the computer, but...God...her arm was mere inches from my breast. Our legs were practically touching. I felt panicked, excited, and intensely aroused. I tried to focus.

"Here it is," she opened up a PowerPoint presentation on the screen. I could barely make out the letters. "It's more academic now, really. I'm not sure how technical I should be getting with business professionals when I am proposing project to them..." Isabella continued. "Here, I'll just give you the presentation as if you were someone from the company, and you can critique me."

"O...okay," I managed to stutter. She reached over to hit the down arrow to go to the next slide, and our legs, ever so lightly, touched. I pretended not to notice anything and it was clear that she didn't notice herself. I could hear her talking about the presentation, but the words didn't really resonate with me. All I could feel was her leg touching mine, that electric connection, and I was so turned on that I could barely think straight. The wetness between my legs was practically pooling, and when she shifted slightly to hit the key again, the friction of our legs rubbing against each other almost made me orgasm right there.

I could smell her perfume. So light, but distinctively Isabella. It was driving me crazy. I knew right then I could never be sexually satisfied in any way, shape, or form unless I had her. Just once. I just needed her once. Then this would all be over. 

"Isabella." I interrupted her mid-sentence. She looked at me, confused and slightly startled. "I'm sorry, but I just remembered I have a teleconference at -- " I looked at the clock. It was 1:25. "One-thirty. Can we do this another time?" I could feel my face flushing, and I hoped to high heaven that she couldn't smell my arousal.

"Oh," she said softly. "Oh, Professor, I am so sorry. I shouldn't have barged in on you like this to begin with. Next time I'll email you beforehand, I mean..."

"No no, it's completely fine, I was the one who suggested we go through the presentation. Just. Please. I have to..get to this..." Isabella nodded and rose from her chair. My body screamed at the sudden lack of contact between us; it wanted -- needed -- so much more. "Please close the door on the way out, thank you."

"Thanks again Professor," she seemed slightly confused at the way I was almost literally pushing her out of the door, but I couldn't take it much longer. The second the door clicked I was unbuttoning my slacks and shrugging out of them. When I dipped my finger in between my folds I almost screamed in ecstasy. Everything was so swollen, so wet, and so soft. I finger-fucked myself into oblivion as I held on, white-knuckled, to my desk. Somewhere in the background I could hear the rapid sloshing noise as my fingers went in and out, and I could still smell Isabella. All my senses were overloaded, and as I came, I saw her smiling face before me.

Days passed, and Isabella hadn't asked to practice her presentation with me again. I sent her an email asking about it and she said she had given the presentation to Neil. I felt a pang of jealousy. I couldn't focus on it too long, however, because the big meeting for funding with the company was coming up in a few days and I had to get my presentation ready as well. 

Luckily, Isabella and I hadn't crossed paths in a while, and the distraction had somewhat subsided. I was able to finish my presentation in time for the conference tomorrow in Chicago. Isabella and I were the representatives from our research group and we would be flying there together.

The night before the conference, I kept thinking about being together with Isabella in Chicago. There were so many possibilities for us to finally get together. The fantasies that entered my brain were completely insane and would never happen, but I liked thinking about them anyway. As I was lying in bed, my husband noticed I was a little fidgety.

"Honey, is everything alright? Are you nervous about your presentation tomorrow?" He was a sweet man, very kind, and very generous. I married him for that reason. But as the years passed, he had put on a few pounds and I found myself less and less attracted to him. I loved him with all my heart, but our sex life was lacking, to say the least. It had been months.

But tonight, I was feeling very randy. I turned to him and began stroking his chest, a mischievous glint in my eye. "It's been a while, Carl, I was just thinking about -- " I didn't even have to finish my sentence; he got the idea and we began to kiss. I knew he was still very attracted to me; I had kept my slim figure over the years and bar a few gray hairs, looked almost the same as when we met.

I could feel his thick hands roaming my body hungrily, tugging at my nightdress. Expertly, I pulled it off and threw it to the side of the bed. Carl got on top of me and began kissing my neck passionately while his hands reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I pulled off his shirt and we continued kissing. I could feel his erection, rock hard through his boxers, against my stomach. He began to rub his cock against my stomach desperately. Groaning, his hands moved down my body and nearly ripped off my panties. My mind was distracted; responding to the physical stimuli but thinking of someone else entirely. I felt his fingers play with my clit and I pretended they were Isabella's.

I moaned and I could tell he was encouraged and couldn't wait much longer. I could feel his hard cock slipping inside of me and his large belly pressing against me as he entered me. Somewhere in the back of my mind I realized he forgot to put on a condom, but I was still thinking about that dark haired beauty. Carl heaved against me slowly, grunting each time. After less than a minute, he gave an extended groan and pulled out and lay on top of me. I could feel the massive amounts of hot cum spraying all over my stomach; luckily, he had pulled out in time. With my hands on his back I could feel how sweaty he already was, even though the entire ordeal had certainly been less than 10 minutes. I was not satisfied. In fact, I was feeling hornier than ever.

He was out of it, so I rolled him off of me and fingered myself desperately. It only took a little while before I, too, was orgasming. Orgasming to the thought of her. I could hear Carl panting beside me, his hand lazily groping my thigh as my body spasmed in ecstasy. He thought I was turned on because of him. I felt so guilty. I got up to wash the cum off of my stomach and when I got back to bed Carl was already asleep.

I kissed Carl goodbye as he was dropping me off at the airport that afternoon. I met Isabella in the lobby and she was looking as gorgeous as ever; she was in a simple white tee and jeans but she pulled it off beautifully.

"Hi, Dr. Greene," she beamed.

I couldn't help but blush and smile back. "Hello." 

We got through security painlessly enough and boarded our plane right on time. Since we had bought the tickets at the same time, we were seated next to each other. 

"I apologize ahead of time if I just fall asleep on the flight," Isabella said as we were waiting in line to get on the plane. "I have to take motion sickness medicine every time I fly and it has the nasty side effect of drowsiness."

I laughed and assured her it was completely fine. "Sleep away," I told her. It would be easier for me that way anyway; I wouldn't have to try and force my brain to come up with topics of conversation for the three hour flight.

Isabella wasn't lying; nearly ten minutes after we had taken off she had already fallen asleep. I looked out the window over the farmland to distract myself from staring anymore at the sleeping angel beside me. I felt creepy enough already. 

Just when I had finally gotten my mind off of her and onto my presentation, I felt something hard thump down on my shoulder. I looked down and Isabella had tilted over and was leaning on me. The sudden contact sent electricity through my body and I felt warm all over. I spent too much energy controlling my breathing, making sure not to wake her, as I looked down on her. I couldn't help myself; I bent down slightly and smelled her long, dark hair. It was the same smell I had come to love; she smelt of oranges and cinnamon. My eyes fluttered closed as I took in her scent, and it took everything I had in me not to kiss the top of her head.

It was relaxing, having her leaning on me, and soon I had fallen asleep as well. I woke up when I felt someone gently shaking my shoulder.

"Dr. Greene? Dr. Greene, we're here..." I groggily sat up and rubbed my forehead. "I'm sorry I fell asleep on you, I didn't mean to, it's that medication, making me drowsy..."

"It's completely alright Isabella, relax...no harm done," I managed to smile at her. In fact, I had quite enjoyed it...

By the time we checked into the hotel it was already far past dinner time and both of us were starving. Unsure of the city and what would be open at 10:30 PM, we decided to just order room service. 

The hotel room had one queen size bed, and Isabella and I sat on the edge of it eating chicken fingers off of the room service cart. They were pretty mediocre, but we were starving. 

After ten minutes of frenzied eating, we collapsed backwards onto the bed in exhaustion. 

"That was delicious." Isabella sighed.

"No, that was nasty. But anything is delicious when you're starving," I turned to her and laughed, but stopped when our eyes met. I had never seen her this close up before, and her beauty was almost too much to handle. When her dark green eyes met my light brown ones, I had to turn away.

"Is something wrong, Professor?" Isabella asked. She was so unaware of how I felt. If she knew the situations I had pictured her in, if she knew what horrible things I had imagined myself doing to her body, I knew she would feel disgusted. I tried not to let on.

"No, Isabella. I'm just tired is all. And I just realized I forgot to check in with Carl when we arrived at the hotel." 

"Carl? Your husband?"

"Yes, he likes to make sure I'm okay," I turned to face her again, bracing myself. "He's a very caring man." I stated it mostly for myself, trying to remind me of what I had at home. 

"I hope someday I can find someone like that," Isabella said longingly, staring into my eyes. I looked back at her, searching for something behind the stare, searching for something more. 

"I thought you and Neil had something going on."

She laughed quietly, and the sound made my heart flutter. I was simultaneously very aroused and very nervous as I lay there next to her, and I hoped with all my heart that she couldn't tell.

"No...he's...he's nice, but he's not really my type. It's so hard to find someone."

"It can't be that hard, for a beautiful and intelligent girl like yourself," I smiled warmly. In a sense, I admired her greatly, even though I was her elder. Her gaze seemed to bore into me, penetrating deep down to my core. I had to look away. I looked down at her body, sprawled out on the bed. She was so perfect. Her long legs, crossing slightly, seemed to go on forever. I could see a hint of cleavage out of her tank top, and it seemed to beckon me. I would have given anything to touch her at that very moment.

"It's so much harder than you would think," it was almost a whisper, and I knew she had seen my eyes scanning her body. I looked up at her with guilt. I felt like a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar; but my arousal was on the brink of being unbearable.




Research Assistant



"Professor," Isabella began.

"Lisa. Please call me Lisa, how many times do I have to tell you?" I said quietly but playfully. I felt so nervous and anxious, like I knew something big was about to happen.

"Lisa..." Isabella smiled and looked down, breaking our eye contact. "This is going to sound...well, I don't know. But I've been wondering about it for a while and...I just have to know. I don't think I'm going crazy, but I could be making this all up. I..."

"Isabella please," I smiled at her, taking a small comfort in the fact that she was also nervous about something. "You can say anything to me."

"Do you....oh, never mind, never mind, I'm crazy." She blushed profusely and looked so adorable and childlike at that moment that I felt compelled to reach out and cup her cheek. Her skin was like silk. I instantly felt embarrassed at my actions, and I let my fingers slowly slide off of her, caressing her. But it was too much. I had felt her hot flesh against mine, and my mind wasn't thinking clearly anymore. I cupped her cheek again and leaned in to press her lips against mine. I was on fire. It was heaven, kissing her, and instinctively I pulled my body in to meet hers. 

Our breasts pushed together and I moaned into her mouth. I felt an intense rush of blood downwards, and I knew I couldn't stop if I tried. I realized that she was kissing me back with the same intensity that I was kissing her, and it fueled me. I put one of my knees under her crotch and held her tightly to me. My hands roamed her body hungrily, pausing slightly on her lower back before reaching her perfect, tight runner's ass. As I felt her, I almost cried out in elation. But she froze against me and pushed me back.

Panting, my eyes shot open and I felt ashamed and confused. 

"We really can't...we can't do this," she said, wide-eyed. She pushed me away further and began to untangle herself from me. "You..you have a husband...and..."

"Please," was all I could think of to say. "Please..." I grabbed her body and pulled her into me again, kissing her passionately. I couldn't let her go. I wanted her so bad.

I pushed her under me and got on top of her. I kissed and sucked on her neck, savoring the beautiful young skin under my lips. Running my tongue along her ear, I whispered "I've wanted this for so long Isabella. You have no idea." I heard her whimper.

I pulled off her tank top and bra with ease, and looked down at her firm, round breasts in drunken ecstasy. I kissed them, unbuttoning my own shirt in the process. A sigh escaped her lips and I knew that she was enjoying herself, that I was doing no wrong. When our bare breasts came together, I moaned loudly and nearly came right then and there. I wanted to make love to her. I couldn't wait much longer.

Pulling down her slacks and panties, I looked up at her from below, and saw just how beautiful her nude form was. It was intoxicating, and I couldn't believe my fantasies were finally coming true. She felt me stop, and she murmured, "Please don't stop."

"Isabella..."

"I can't...please, Lisa. I've wanted this too. I couldn't...tell you...I was so ashamed." 

Without any sort of verbal reply, I placed my mouth over her hot cunt. I breathed on it a few times, letting the hot air from my mouth play across the fluid seeping from her. Isabella moaned and I felt her fingers dig into my hair, nudging me closer to her soaked pussy.

I couldn't deny her. My tongue pressed against her and I felt her body tense up. I had only lapped at her for a few minutes when she came hard, her whole body shaking as she cried out in pleasure. I continued to lick her softly, and she came again. I pushed two fingers inside of her, feeling her. She was so incredibly tight, I wondered if I was hurting her. "God.." I heard her say. "Oh God..."

I brought myself up to her and kissed her hard. My hands roamed and grabbed all over her body. I needed her to make me come. I was about to explode. "Isabella...." I groaned. She pushed me beneath her and got on top of me. I felt her slender fingers move down my stomach and to my clit. I gasped loudly and held her tight. Her tongue flicked along my neck as her fingers worked my clit, pulling and pressing at all the right moments. I was so incredibly wet, and I could feel my juices sliding down my leg. Almost instantly, I came. My body shuddered against her and she held me tight, our bodies slick with hot sweat. "Fuck..." I whispered. "Fuck, Isabella..."

It was the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. I could feel my eyes watering from its intensity, and I felt like I was about to cry. I kissed the girl next to me as my orgasm began to die down, and I let my hands stroke her soft skin. "Isabella..." I whispered.



Research on Orgasm Intensity



This story is protected by copyright.

Research on orgasm intensity: Andrea craves cock but is seduced by Nancy first.

My name is Andrea. I can't give my full name or the real names of any of the other people I will tell you about in this story because it could have a damaging effect on our professional reputations and careers. I've chosen to write the story and publish it to Literotica because my husband has convinced me that I can only do justice to the richness of the underlying experiences and emotions if I communicate it through the written word, and because I'm excited at the possibility that some of the people who read it will find it titillating. If any part of the story arouses you, let me know.

This is for my husband, Blake

I always worked hard at my studies and it paid off with grade point averages that consistently put me at the top of my class at university. It also earned me some very decent scholarship money. I had brains and looks but I didn't have a life. I played varsity soccer and had a few female friends through the team but I rarely ever took the time to hang out with them. I dated four guys briefly during my years in school but I couldn't seem to make a relationship last. I was 24 years old and unhappy. I wasn't a virgin but I wasn't highly experienced with sex either. I never had sex until I was 21.

I think I'm a very attractive woman. I have a trim, athletic body. I'm particularly fond of my legs and butt. I'm proud of the way they look in jeans and a bikini. I think I look something like Scarlett Johansson, including the blond tresses, but my breasts are a little pillowier than hers.

A big part of my problem, the thing that inhibits my ability to make friends and meet men, is that I'm an Introvert. I'm a little shy and I've always found it very hard to reach out to people, to just call someone up and arrange to do things together. But everything changed for me about three months after I graduated.

In July of 2005 I started a one year contract job as a research assistant at a prestigious east coast university. I worked for an academic biomedical engineer (I'll call him Dr. England) and his team helping them with several research projects that were investigating new ways of mapping and measuring brain activity. I had recently finished a master's degree in biostatistics and wanted a job to give me time to reflect on my life and what I should do next.

In addition to me, there were seven other people on Dr. England's team. The people I worked with the most and whom I got to know the best were Matt, Heidi, and Nancy. On my first day on the job Dr. England asked Nancy to give me a tour of the team's research facility, and to introduce me to the team.

Nancy had been working for Dr. England for more than five years. She was 30 and had a master's degree in experimental psychology. She was a looker, a very beautiful woman. At 5'6" she was average in height but she had a body any woman would like to have, and any straight man would like to have in his hands. Except that she was Caucasian, she could be Halle Berry's better-looking twin sister.

She was wearing a casual sleeveless black and white sheath dress that fit her perfectly and gave her a very professional look. For the first 20 minutes or so of the tour I found myself missing things that she was saying because I was so mesmerised by her presence and beauty. I consider myself straight but over the years there were a few girls who I felt tingles of lust for, even though I had never even remotely come close to touching a woman sexually. Nancy was one of those girls. I found it hard to take my eyes off her.

Most of the research projects involved collecting and analyzing electronic data from a variety of brain scanning equipment, particularly Computed Tomography (CT), Magnetic Resonance Imaging (MRI), Electroencephalography (EEG) equipment. Many of the studies involved exposing volunteer subjects, usually undergraduate students, to a variety of sensory stimuli while they were being scanned. They also had an animal lab containing white lab rats and a few rhesus monkys.

The research unit was a fairly large suite with offices along the outside wall of the building and a bewildering network of rooms and hallways comprising the remainder of the space under Dr. England's control.

Nancy walked me through the unit, introducing me to other members of the team. After we had seen all of the major lab rooms she took me to a room at the end of a short corridor. It was the only door in the corridor and it was locked, unlike all of the other rooms in the suite. She punched 1,2,4 on the lock and opened the door. There wasn't much inside except a recliner chair, a hospital style bed, a large screen flat TV, a PC with three monitors, and an odd looking piece of equipment on a table behind the recliner. It was roughly the size of the milk crate but it had exposed wires and circuit boards. Also on the table was a laptop computer.

"This is Matt's private lab," she said. "You haven't met him yet but he's here working with Dr. England. He's on a post-doctoral fellowship. Most of his work is related to Dr. England's research but this room and equipment represents his own little research project. Unfortunately, he doesn't yet have funding to do the research that he wants to do, but Dr. England has given him the space to do what he can with what he has available to him." 

"He built that," she said pointing to the device sitting on the table behind the recliner. "It's a working prototype. It's designed to record and measure brain activity during orgasm, and the arousal period that leads up to it. He has figured out a way to capture electrical impulses in the brain associated with sexual activity. Nobody has previously been successful in parsing out the unique electrical patterns associated with sex, and he's done it."

"He's trying to develop a method to identify the maximum level of brain excitation that's possible from an orgasm. I don't completely understand how it works but his longer term objective is to be able to manage chronic pain for people who suffer from it. It's known that during orgasm human tolerance for pain is increased and ultimately he wants to determine the maximum pain control effect. I believe that he hopes to be able to use some sort of pharmacological treatment or bioengineered device to produce the same pain control effect, but without the orgasm. At this stage he is simply trying to calibrate and refine his orgasm measurement instrument."

My mind was racing a million miles an hour. "I can only infer that he has research subjects sit in the chair or on the bed and masturbate while he measures brain activity," I said.

"In a nutshell, yes," she said with a chuckle. "But to my knowledge, his only subjects have been himself and Heidi. You haven't met Heidi yet. She's at a conference in the Netherlands at the moment. I know that she has masturbated a couple of times but I don't think she has reached orgasm. I also know that she was alone when she did it. Matt set up the equipment to record her brain activity and left her to masturbate. He has protocols set up to capture differences between male and female orgasm and the stimulation that leads up to it, but so far he's the only subject to get that far with data generation."

Being in a room that's used to study masturbation (or at least the brain activity associated with it) aroused me. It brought voyeuristic thoughts to my mind. I don't know where it comes from but the thought of watching someone masturbate, male or female, or the thought of secretly watching people have sex, has always been among my strongest turn-ons.

Because I had been single for most of my life, to that point, I had developed a reasonable collection of erotic literature, and I was fairly well acquainted with a select group of online porn sites. I've always had an intensely sexual mind. From the time I left high school I began to learn what sorts of things got me aroused and what didn't. It was only 10 a.m. and already I was eager to get to get home to masturbate. My body wasn't normally filled with sexual tension this early in the morning but I had a sense in the back of my mind that this might be a regular feeling in future. I suspected that my new job was going to be a transformational experience for me.

"Let me guess," I said pointing to the TV on the wall. "Porn?"

"You got it," she said. "Let's go and meet Matt."

As we left the room I said "would you participate as a subject?"

"Probably," she said. "It appeals to my sexual side and to my intellectual side. But he hasn't asked me and I haven't volunteered. If he ever does ask, or if I simply offer," she said with a big grin, "I'll need to self-identify as bisexual. I like pussy and I like cock." 

Hearing her say that made me even more aroused. I realized that I was at least going to need to get a sanitary napkin to put in the crotch of my panties. I might also need to go into a bathroom stall and masturbate.

Nancy continued talking as if telling a new co-worker that she likes pussy and cock was as normal as talking about the weather. I realized at that moment that she was flirting with me, that she found me attractive.

"At the moment Matt is only thinking about male versus female brains. That may be fine but I think he should consider broadening his classification to straight, bi, and gay for both sexes. I can't speak for men but I think that bisexual women are much more sexual, and potentially have much stronger orgasms than straight women," she said.

"You may be right," I said, wondering why I said it as soon as the words had passed my lips.

Nancy looked at me and smiled.

"Matt's office is right here," she said stopping in front of an open office door. I squeezed myself into the doorway beside Nancy. "Matt... Andrea. Andrea...Matt."

I moved into the office and reached my hand over the top of his desk to shake hands. Standing beside me was a white Halle Berry and in front of me was a 30 year old Denzel Washington lookalike. I'm agnostic about god but if he exists I felt he was surely testing me at that moment.

"Welcome aboard Andrea. I heard you were joining us. I hear that you recently completed a master's in biostatistics. I can certainly use the help of a statistician."

"Thanks," I said. "It's nice to be here. This is my first job and I'm excited about it and the work that you do here. My office is just a few doors down, but you probably already know that," I muttered. I was eager to get out of his office because a voice in my head was saying 'I want to watch you stroke your beautiful black cock.' I felt a flushing in my face and began to ease out of his office.

"See ya," I said, sounding like a teenage girl swooning over her favourite singer or movie star.

Nancy followed me to my office and sat in my visitor chair. "I thought you'd like him, she said with a grin. Every woman on campus lusts after him. And he is single, as far as anybody can tell. He works very long hours and is devoted to his research. I think his routine is eat, sleep, work and the gym. I know that he's straight."

"He's almost too gorgeous to look at," I said. "I'm sure I'm going to be a blathering idiot when I'm around him. How do you know that he's straight?"

"The porn that he watches in his research room is only the stuff that a straight man would watch," she said. "He has a large collection of DVDs on a shelf underneath the table and he has an equally large collation of movies and clips on the laptop." She stood up and said, "I'll leave you to start your day. I think Dr. England left some instructions in the folder on your desk that explains some of the things he needs you to do over the next week or so. My office is just down the hall if you need me." She started to leave my office but turned around in the hallway and stuck her head back in and whispered, "a disproportionate amount of his porn involves black men and white women. If that reflects a general favouritism, you might be in luck." She gave me a big smile and quickly disappeared into the hallway.

I began to wonder how she would know so much about the porn he watched. She would have needed to look through every bit of porn that he has to make an observation like that.

I grabbed my purse and searched for a sanitary pad. I usually keep a few tucked away in a pocket for emergencies. I found one and went to the washroom. I went into one of the two toilet stalls and closed the door. I stood silently, afraid to unbutton my jeans. I had never masturbated in a public washroom before and I was torn between the need for relief and the anxiety of doing it then and there. I kept seeing an image of Matt in my mind, standing in front of me and pumping his huge stiff black erection. I thought about his research and my wanton desire to be a research subject, his research subject, to masturbate as he watched, to be his slutty fuck toy. I reasoned that if I was ever going to be sexually mature, if I was ever going to get over my inhibitions, if I ever wanted to sit in that recliner and masturbate, I needed to change. I needed to feel comfortable at that moment about masturbating in that toilet stall.

I undid the button on the waistband of my jeans, unzipped the zipper and slid them and my panties down to just above my knees. I shuddered a little when the thick dew between my pussy lips was suddenly exposed to the cool air. I looked down at the wet translucent spot on the crotch of my panties. I badly wanted to be home where I could get completely naked and spread my legs freely. I wanted to be able to pinch my nipples and talk aloud to myself. But I would have to wait for that.

I put my fingers on either side of my clit and pulled the hood back to expose it to the air. It was hard and glistening. It ached to be touched, to be licked and sucked. I wished that my last boyfriend Stan was there with me. We only dated a few months but he loved to stick his tongue in me, and to lick and suck on my clit until I exploded in orgasm.

I began to rub my clit. My throat went dry. My legs felt rubbery. I imagined Stan on his knees in front of me, his hands on my ass cheeks pulling them apart, his mouth sucking on my clit. "Suck on my clit", I whispered. Suddenly and unconsciously I replaced the image of Stan with Nancy's image. She was completely naked on the floor in front of me.

My intense desire was over-riding the embarrassment that I would otherwise feel about the thought of having sex with a woman. I closed my eyes and rubbed my clit feverishly. I could see and feel Nancy's mouth on my clit, her hands pulling my ass cheeks apart, slowing working her right index finger toward my anus. I wanted her to touch it. I wanted her finger there. When I imagined her finger pushing on the entrance, straining to get inside, I buckled in orgasm. I nearly banged my head off the door. I placed my hands on the side walls of the stall to brace myself while I caught my breath.

When the convulsions finally stopped and a wave of calm relaxation washed over me I took the pad that I had stuffed in my jeans pocket and positioned it at the crotch of my panties. I felt good and without shame as I pulled my panties and pants up and buttoned and zippered them. I would now be able to focus on my work and be able to get through the day with comfort.

I returned to my office and began work on the tasks Dr. England wanted me to complete. It was mostly dry, boring stuff but it was just enough to keep me focussed and my mind away from Matt and Nancy and the masturbation room.

At 4:30 Nancy appeared at my door and said "It's time to go home for the day. How was it?"

"I'm going to like it here. I'm only on a one year contract but that should be enough time to figure out what I want to do next, and maybe to find a nice boyfriend."

Nancy took an elastic band from her pocket and swept her shiny black hair back into a ponytail. She had a nice shoulder length hair style, but when her hair was tied back I could see how beautiful her face really was.

"The advantage to being bisexual is that the size of the pool of sexual partners is bigger," she said.

I smiled but said nothing. I knew it wouldn't take much to get her into bed but that wasn't going to happen. I may have the occasional thought about women but I wasn't about to have sex with one. I grabbed my purse and walked toward the door. I suddenly became conscious of the pad between my legs and my moment in the bathroom stall.

"I want to show you something before we leave," said Nancy. She led me to a small dead-end hallway I hadn't seen before. At the end was a door. She turned to me and said, "When we go in here I want you to be extremely quiet."

"What's in there," I said.

"You'll see. But don't make a sound, even if it kills you."

I felt a sudden wave of anxiety go over me. I had no idea what I was going to see but I had a sense it would shock me.

Nancy opened the door quietly and I could see that it was a broom closet used by cleaning staff. It was small, no more than five feet wide and four feet deep. It was empty except for a few rags and smocks hanging on the wall. Nancy pulled me in and closed the door. She put her hand over my mouth and we stood there for a moment until our eyes adjusted to the limited light that shone from the hallway underneath the door. I could hear voices but I couldn't really pick anything out. After about 20 seconds Nancy pulled a set of rags from the wall opposite the door to expose a small louvered vent. It was about five inches wide and four inches high and was at roughly eye level. It allowed a partially obstructed view into the room sharing the wall.

Nancy put her face against the vent and her hands on either side of her eyes as if to shade her eyes from the light in the room. She stared and stared for what seemed three or four minutes. Finally she stood back and pushed my face to the vent. I peered through and I could see Matt, sitting in the recliner, completely naked. He was wearing a cap covered with what seemed like little buttons with wires extending from the centre of each and leading to the machine on the table behind the recliner. He was side on to us, watching a porn movie, and his hand was stroking his long black cock.

His body was muscular and lean. He looked like an athlete. I glanced at the TV and could see a black guy standing and a white woman with large breasts on her knees sucking on his cock. I watched as Matt stroked slowly up and down from the base to just below the head of his cock. The head was glistening with pre-cum. I could see the veins popping out along the length of his hard black member.

I watched the woman on the screen get on her hands and knees. The guy started fucking her from behind. I couldn't tell which hole he was filling but I noticed the speed of his strokes was increasing. He was saying something but I couldn't pick it out.

My heart was beating out of my chest. My pussy was weeping a monsoon. I was extremely conscious that Nancy was behind me. The fact that she brought me there to show me was an intensely sexual gesture. I wanted to stop peeping through the vent but was afraid to turn around. I wanted to turn around but I didn't want to stop peering at Matt. I was torn. I wanted to see him ejaculate.

Nancy moved her body close to mine and grabbed my right hand with her right hand. She pulled my hand back between her legs. She wasn't wearing any panties, her pussy was completely bald, and she was drenched. I felt weak. My throat was dry. I didn't resist what she had done. The feeling of my hand on her wet pussy and the view of Matt stroking up and down on his beautiful cock was sexually hypnotic. I was almost paralyzed.

Nancy leaned her mouth to my ear. "Slide your finger into my cunt," she whispered. I stiffened my arm to give me better leverage and pushed my index finger through the wetness that was spread across her lips. I reached my finger into her pussy and waved it back to press on her g-spot. "Good girl," she said. "I've been thinking about you and this all day. Keep fingering my cunt while you watch Matt jerk off. He's watching that white girl get fucked in the ass. It's a video I've seen him watch before. In a moment, the black guy will get on his back and the girl will sit on his cock. She will put it in her ass, her back will face her partner, and Matt will get a full view of her big tits bouncing, her shaved pussy opening and closing as the guy's cock slides in and out of her ass."




Research on Orgasm Intensity



She put her left hand over my mouth and said, "when you see the woman on the screen sit on her stud's cock I want you to take my index finger in your mouth and suck on it." I wanted her finger in my mouth. I wanted a cock in my mouth. The girl on the screen changed positions and was now in the reverse cow-girl position. I knew what the position was called. I sucked Nancy's finger into my mouth. I was soaked between my legs. I needed to be penetrated. I needed to be licked, sucked, and fucked.

She took her finger out of my mouth and whispered, "I'll get back to that." She reached her hands around my waist to unbutton and unzip my jeans. The sound of the zipper being pulled down seemed incredibly loud. Each click sounded like a firecracker going off. I was near panic. I was super excited. She put her right hand on my tummy and slowly moved it down inside my panties until her fingers reached my needy slit. She put her left hand back to my face and her index finger in my mouth.

"That's better," she whispered. "But if you're going to be my friend you'll need to get that thing shaved. Do that tonight. Nod if you agree." I nodded my head.

"Matt is going to cum soon," she said. "I want the three of us to come at the same time. Keep that finger moving in my cunt. Keep pushing it against my g-spot. You like how my cunt feels in your hand, don't you?"

I nodded that I did. It aroused me to hear her say the word cunt. I wasn't sure what I wanted more at that moment. Matt's cock in my mouth or Nancy's pussy.

My eyes were fixated on Matt's cock and his now rapidly moving hand. My hand on Nancy's pussy was drenched but I wanted it to be there. I loved the smooth feeling of her snatch. I wanted my own to feel that way.

I reached my left hand around and grabbed her left ass cheek. I pulled her closer to me and tried to reach around to the cleft of her ass. She knew what I was reaching for and moved her body closer to me.

"Reach for it," she said. "Touch my asshole."

Just as she said it I saw Matt shoot white ribbons onto his chest. The sight of it, combined with Nancy's words, sent me over the edge. I started to orgasm. The shudder of my body was the trigger for Nancy. Her body went rigid and she grunted into my ear.

I turned around and we kissed like I've never kissed anyone in my life. Our tongues fought like sword fighters dueling to the death. Unlike a short time ago, my mouth was now wet and eager. I had just experienced my first sexual encounter with a woman. I liked it.

We fixed our clothes and quietly exited the closet. I began to feel ashamed of what had just happened. We never spoke as we left the building. When we reached the parking lot Nancy headed to her car and said, "See you tomorrow. Feel good about it. I did."

"See you tomorrow," I said. When Nancy disappeared from sight I walked onto a strip of grassy land bordering the sidewalk and flopped down on my back under an old oak tree. I stayed there for at least twenty minutes, trying to understand what had happened during the day and trying to figure out how I was going to face Nancy tomorrow. My impulse, which I resisted, was to run back into the office and write a letter of resignation. I wanted to run away and hide.

By the time I reached my apartment I was feeling more relaxed. It was only a 20 minute walk but the small bit of exercise made me feel better. I decided that I would get my workout gear and go to the gym. Physical exercise has always been good for my mental health. I was afraid that I would be plagued by anxiety over the evening if I didn't have a workout.

By the time I got back from the gym it was almost 7 p.m. I needed a bath but I felt refreshed from the workout. I sat at my tiny kitchen table which was at the brightest spot my apartment, and wolfed down left-over salad and lasagna from the evening before. I had successfully blocked the day while I was at the gym but the visual of Matt, and my intense experience in the broom closet with Nancy, came flooding into my mind as I stared out the window onto the street one story below. 

I lived in an ethnic neighborhood and it had been a hot summer's day. Most of the people on my street lived in Victorian era brick townhouses, most of which had been divided into apartments. My neighbors were often on the sidewalks or the front steps of their homes during the day and early evening. This was partly for social reasons and partly because most of the apartments had no central air conditioning. Different parts of the street were shaded as the day progressed and people followed the shade. I watched a young woman give a buff young man, probably her husband, a haircut on the sidewalk in front of the steps to their apartment. He was sitting on a chair with a small hand towel draped over his lean, muscular shoulders. Watching her with the scissors reminded me of what Nancy told me to do with my pubic hair.

I had no intention of being Nancy's lover. I couldn't deny that I enjoyed what happened between us but I was craving a man. I was craving Matt. I reasoned that Nancy knew she could get me excited by getting me to watch Matt masturbate and that she took insidious advantage of my sexual vulnerability. Obviously I wasn't repulsed by touching and kissing her but it was Matt who I craved.

I glanced around my kitchen trying to remember where I put my scissors. I had never shaved before. I had trimmed a few times and shaved my bikini line but I had never shaved the way Nancy was shaved. I was shocked at how good it felt to touch her smoothness. I had only met her today and we never spent more than an hour and a half together but already I had a strong sense of who she was and what she was capable of. I knew she would want to know tomorrow if I complied with her request... her command.

The thing that amazed me, and frightened me, and excited me was how easily she was able to get into my pants. I was determined to get into Matt's pants. We hadn't exchanged more than a dozen words but I wanted to touch his naked body, to caress and kiss every inch of it, to take his cock in my hands, my mouth, my womanhood, possibly my ass. But Nancy had power over me. I needed to shave. I don't know how but I knew she would find a way tomorrow to see if my pussy was as smooth as hers. That's what frightened me about her. I felt helpless against her, and in a weird sort of way it turned me on.

I finished eating and went to check my junk drawer. I had three drawers in my kitchen. One was for cutlery, one for big utensils like tongs, spatulas and ladles, and one was for everything else. That one was my junk drawer. That's where I found my scissors. I picked them up and stared at them. It excited me a little to think about what I was about to do. I imagined momentarily that Matt might get excited if I asked him to do it for me. I wondered what score he would get on his orgasm meter if he masturbated to the thought of shaving my pussy. I let the thought drop and walked to my bathroom letting the scissors swing from my index finger.

I quickly doffed my cloths and threw them in the wicker hamper in my bathroom. I stood in front of a small garment mirror that I had propped against the wall opposite the toilet. I liked the way my body looked after my workouts at the gym. I felt sexy standing there naked. But Nancy was right; my pussy was an unruly mess of hair.

I grabbed an old newspaper from a magazine rack I kept beside the toilet and spread it out on the floor in front of the mirror to catch the hair. I wished I had a pair of electric clippers at that moment but the scissors would have to do.

I felt exhilarated as I cut the long hair down as close as I could get it. I was excited to see what it would look and feel like to be completely smooth, but it excited me more to think about who might see it and get aroused by it. Nancy would want to see it. Would Matt like it? How would he ever know if the Introvert in me always drained my initiative and confidence?

Nancy had done more than just seduce me in the closet. She had given me a life experience that was completely beyond a reality that I ever believed could exist. It's the stuff that you only read about in fiction; it didn't really exist. I was enraptured. In a matter of hours she had turned my life upside down. Here I was in my bathroom cutting my pubic hair because a woman at work told me to.

When I cut everything that I could with the scissors I folded the newspaper and put it in the trash and poured my bath. It seemed that every act that led up to my final objective was making me excited. My nipples got erect as I watched the water flow into the tub. I put my razor on a stand next to the tub and I got goose bumps. I realized that I would need to masturbate again. It would be my third orgasm for the day.

I then and there decided to get over the inhibitions that had been keeping me back all these years and to follow my desires. There were clearly many other people in the world who were getting much more enjoyment out of life than I was, and I was determined to belong to that group rather than being the prissy, 'good girl' type of woman that I had cultivated in my mind.

I stepped into the warm water and lowered my body until I was horizontal, except for my head that was propped up on the end of the tub. I soaked for a few minutes and then sat up and grabbed a cloth and some soap. I began to scrub the sweat and the demureness from my body.

My ablutions complete, I drained some of the water in the tub to bring it below the surface of my tummy, and lathered up my mound. I grabbed the razor and began to sweep away the hair. I felt like I was being progressively transformed with each stroke of the razor. When it was done I stared at it and caressed the smoothness. My clitoris was raging for my touch but I wanted to get out the bath and on my bed before I gave myself relief.

When I had dried myself off I stood in front of the mirror. My hairless pussy made me feel sexually bold. It's a look that demands attention. I was tacitly saying to whoever I might allow to see it, 'look at my sex... look at my pussy...come to me.'

"Stick your tongue in my cunt," I said aloud. I had never said that word before but I wanted to say it, to hear myself say it. It gave me an adrenaline rush when Nancy told me to slide my finger into her cunt. I've heard it used a few times in porn and I liked the edginess but I never had the courage to say it. "Lick my horny wet cunt," I said as I looked at myself in the mirror.

I walked around my apartment a few times to get the feeling of being an exhibitionist. I pretended that Matt was sitting on my couch, naked, his cock rising to attention as he watched me strut around flaunting my hairless cunt and my bountiful tits.

I finally walked to my bed and sat on the side closest to the sliding mirror door of my closet. I reached into my side table drawer and pulled out my toys and a small bottle of lube. I bought them about three years before on a trip to Chicago. I didn't have courage to go into a sex toy shop in my own city. I had a realistic black silicone vibrator and a thin Pyrex glass beaded dildo. I had never had anal sex but I discovered in my first year of university that I sometimes liked to have something in my ass when I masturbated. Stuffing my glass anal dildo in my ass was my most adventurous sexual decision prior to shaving.

I propped pillows behind my back and moved my ass back far enough on the bed so that I had room to plant the soles of my feet on the top of the bed at the edge. I looked at my freshly shaved pussy in the mirror and began to pinch my nipples. I could see my juice glisten as it oozed between my labia. I grabbed my vibrator and turned it on low and closed my eyes. I could see in my mind Matt pumping his throbbing black cock. I put the tip of my vibrator just to the side of my clit and began to talk out loud.

"Watching you stroke your cock is making my cunt wet," I said. "Lick my cunt Nancy. Let him watch you lick me." I drove the vibrator into my sloppy wet hole and pumped it in and out. "Watch me Matt. Watch me fuck my cunt for you. Make your cock hard babe." I opened my eyes, put the vibrator on the bed and grabbed the lube. I squeezed some onto the head of the glass dildo and massaged my sphincter with the tip, urging it open. I coaxed it in to the fifth bead and grabbed the vibrator with my other hand and stuffed it back in my cunt. I looked at myself in the mirror and recalled Nancy's voice telling me about how Matt was watching a black stud fuck a white woman in the ass. I suddenly reached my limit of stimulation and convulsed in orgasm. I clamped down on both toys and groaned.

*****

I arrived at work at 7:45 a.m. the following day. Most people didn't start work until 8:30 but Nancy had told me that Matt often arrived earlier. I wanted to catch him alone before the rest of the people in the group arrived.

I decided to wear a bright floral printed halter dress with a string neck. It didn't allow for a bra so my breasts had the freedom to sway and move. It was a completely respectable look but also sensual and seductive. Nancy would certainly have comments to make. I like my jeans but a dress is so much cooler. That was what I was planning to say to Nancy if she commented, even though I knew she wouldn't accept it as the real reason.

As I opened the door to my office I could see that Matt's door was open and his light was on. He was in. I threw my purse on my chair, fluffed my hair and walked to the door of his office.

"Good morning Matt," I said. "I didn't expect anyone else to be here this early in the morning."

"Morning Andrea," he said with a bright smile. "I'm often in here early in the morning. I prefer this time to crunch data. What brings you in here this early?"

"I'm often up early and I'm still very excited about my new job. I just decided to come in and get at some of the work Dr. England has left for me," I said. I wanted to get him into a discussion about his orgasm work and didn't want to waste time. I had no idea when Nancy would be in and I was hoping to be back in my office before she arrived.

"Nancy told my about the research you're doing on measuring brain activity during orgasm. It's fascinating. If you can convert what you learn into a treatment for people with chronic pain you could be in the running for a Nobel Prize."

Matt laughed. "I don't think that will happen but I would like to see if there is some way of leveraging the brain's own capability for pain management. Pain is experienced because of the brain so the brain is the key to controlling it. Nevertheless, it's not an easy topic to get funding for, especially from Government. But at this stage I'm just trying to calibrate and refine the measurement device and trying to determine what types of stimuli lead to what levels of brain response. Except for me and Heidi, nobody else has participated as subjects. That's another issue. It will take a large number of subjects and a large number of orgasms to determine the continuum of brain response. It's not going to be easy to get subjects to participate."

Those words were my opportunity to open the door to something very exciting.

"I'll gladly be a subject," I said. "I know that the intensity of my orgasms can vary widely. My masturbation orgasms are slightly different in intensity depending on whether I'm thinking about men or women or both," I said. That was a bit of a lie because, except for the previous evening, I generally only thought about men when I masturbated. But my resolve to make change in my life was high, as was my resolve to get this hunk of a man inside of me.

Matt didn't skip a beat. "That's a very nice offer," he said. "Heidi is back in the office today. Let's arrange to have a discussion later this morning. Heidi and I were scheduled to chat about something else at 11:00 but we can postpone that to a later date. Why don't we meet in the lab?"

"That sounds perfect," I said. "I don't know yet but I get the feeling that Nancy might want to participate too. If she's interested can I bring her along?"

"Absolutely," he shot back. "I think that between the four of us we can make some headway on the very preliminary stage of this research. The good thing about this work is that, if you're uninhibited about sex, being a research subject can be very pleasurable. But research on orgasm and sexuality isn't new. Masters and Johnson did some pioneering work starting in the late 50s and of course there was the research done by Alfred Kinsey from the mid 1940s to about the mid 50s. We're in very good company. The difference is that my ultimate goal isn't to provide insights into sexuality per se but to develop a method to manage chronic pain."

"Great," I said. "I'll meet you in your lab at 11:00.Thanks Matt."

As I left Matt's office and headed to mine I saw Nancy standing in my doorway looking at me. It wasn't yet 8 o'clock and I didn't expect her for another 30 minutes. She was wearing a strapless black tube dress that looked liked it was made at least partially from Spandex. She was striking. The dress emphasized her hour-glass figure. The skin on her face, shoulders and arms had a beautiful, healthy glow. As I approached her she wagged her finger at me and said "naughty girl".

"Somebody has a voracious little cunt between her legs," she said as I sidled by her to get into my office. "Did you tell him that you watched him jerk his big black cock yesterday?"

"No!" I said in a loud whisper. I just wanted to get to know him a little better.

"You volunteered as a subject for his study didn't you," she said. I felt as if she could see right through me. She made me feel that way the day before too. Without thinking about my body language, I dipped my head slightly.

"I thought so," she said. "Did you volunteer me too?" 

"All I said was that you might be interested too. I'm meeting with him and Heidi at 11 o'clock in his lab to talk about it. You're welcome to join us."

"Don't you think that it was very presumptuous of you to suggest that I might be interested?" she said in a stern tone.

I felt a tingle in my clit and wetness forming between my folds. I could have just kicked her out of my office but she had a talent for building tension and excitement about what she would do next. I had never met anyone like her. She had me completely captivated.

"I'm sorry," I said. "It was presumptuous of me but I desperately hoped that you would want to."

"You hoped that I would want to, did you? Well", she said and closed the door to my office and locked it. She walked up to within a couple of inches of my face and said in a low voice, "Did you shave your cunt like I told you to?"

I felt my clit get hard as soon as she closed and locked the door. Her question made my panties wet. I reached under my dress and pulled my panties to my knees and let them drop to the floor. I pulled up the front of my dress. She reached down and cupped my wet cunt in her hand. As soon as her fingers touched me I grabbed each side of her face and plunged my tongue into her mouth. The heat in me was so intense that I wanted to suck the marrow from her body.

She lifted her tube dress above her waist and grabbed my right hand and pulled it to her mound. She wasn't wearing any panties and she was just as wet as I was. As soon as I touched her I let out a grunt that echoed in her mouth.

Nancy pulled her head back and looked into my eyes. "We have to stop," she said. This isn't the right place or time. I knew she was right but my body ached with desire. I had never felt this type of intense lust for any man and I here I was, ready to drop to my knees in my office, on my second day of work, and perform cunnilingus on a woman I really knew nothing about.

I pulled my panties back on and we both adjusted our dresses and I opened my office door. Nancy started to leave and I said "will you be joining us in Matt's lab at 11 o'clock." She swivelled around and winked at me and flicked out her tongue in a licking motion.




Research on Orgasm Intensity



"I'll take that as a yes," I said and she disappeared down the hallway to her office.

I closed my office door again, grabbed a sanitary pad from my purse and put it in my panties and re-opened the door. I sat down and started to review some inter-rater reliability data on my computer that Dr. England wanted analysed. It took every ounce of my strength to fight the fire that Nancy had started between my legs and that had spread to the rest of my body. I thought several times about going to the bathroom stall, or just closing my office door and giving myself some relief. But I refrained.

At about 10:30 a tall woman with curly shoulder length strawberry blond hair tapped on my door. She was at least 5'11", attractive and most notably, very busty – at least a 36DD. "You must be Andrea," she said. "I'm Heidi. Welcome aboard."

"Thank you," I said. "It's a pleasure to be here. This is my first job and I'm very excited. The team does some very interesting work."

She explained that she only worked part-time for Dr. England. She has a Ph.D. in psychopharmacology and is an adjunct professor of psychology and pharmacology at the university.

"My work here involves evaluating the efficacy of certain psychotropic drugs, particularly those that affect perception. Bill England and I have done several research investigations together over the past decade. I've had a few conversations with Matt too about the effect that certain drugs have on the human sexual response cycle. It's possible that at some stage I might help him determine if certain psychotropic drugs will influence the perception of the strength of an orgasm or the actual measured strength of an orgasm, or both."

Matt has asked me to meet with you and him at 11 to chat about you being a research subject. I'm impressed by your comfort with your sexuality that you would volunteer without being asked. I might consider being an active subject too. So far I've only stimulated myself a little to establish a baseline for myself and as part of the broader calibration of the machine for women. I'm divorced and I'm not seeing anyone so masturbation is my only way of release. I can do that anywhere and so if I can do it here and contribute to science at the same time, all the better. I've got to make a call before the meeting so I'll see you in the lab."

"See you there," I said.

At five minutes to 11 Nancy arrived at my door. "Are you ready?" she said.

I told her that Heidi had just introduced herself and that she was considering becoming a more active participant as a research subject for Matt's research.

"She has the hots for Matt and the fact that you volunteered likely means that she sees you as competition for his attention. A bit of jealousy is going to make this even more fun. All I want is to get a look at the giant rack she has on her chest," she said with a smile.

"You are nothing but trouble with a capital T," I said with a grin. "Let's go to the lab."

We were the first to arrive at the lab. Nancy walked to the table behind the recliner and pulled out a cardboard carton from the shelf underneath.

"This is his collection of porn DVDs," she said.

The carton was about 18 inches square and contained three rows of DVD cases that were organized with bookmark size separators. Each separator had a handwritten category on it. I could pick out a few categories. The category with the most DVD cases was anal, but there were three or four cases behind the label DP, and about an equal number for a label called dirty talk. I could also see a few behind a label called big tits. She pulled out a DVD case and said, "this is the movie he watched last night: Black dick, White ass."

"Put it back," I said sternly. My initial impulse was that I didn't want to know this. "How do you know that's what he watched?" I felt wetness forming between my legs.

"It's written here on this data record form," she said, lifting a sheaf of paper that was resting near the laptop on the table. Just as she said it, Matt and Heidi walked into the room.

"I record all kinds of data about each session," said Matt, "including the visual and/or auditory stimulation used. I built a little remote control that I use to record start time, time of orgasm, and end time. For men, time of orgasm and end time will be one and the same but because women can have multiple orgasms, end time is when the woman says it's over. The remote will allow a woman to mark the time of each orgasm she has."

"It's all very scientific," said Heidi. "But there is also plenty of room for fun too."

"Can you record brain activity on more than one person at the same time?" I asked. "Let's say that two people were masturbating to the same stimuli, can the equipment record data on both."

"Good question," said Matt. "I designed my prototype machine to process four different channels of distinct brain activity data. I only have two sensor hats at the moment but both can be plugged into the machine and it will record the data for both subjects. There are four ports on the machine so technically it can handle four channels of data at once. But I don't have four sensor hats. Mind you, I haven't tried the machine to record the brain activity of two people at the same time. I built the capability into the machine but I haven't tested it. But the multichannel capability is not about testing my theory directly. I added the capability with a view to gathering an extra layer of instrument validity data."

Suddenly I felt extremely bold and confident. Maybe Nancy had opened a door in me that could never again be closed. I have no idea where my audacity came from but I looked at Nancy and said, "In for a penny, in for a pound." I looked at Matt and Heidi and said, "In other words, I said that I would volunteer as a research subject and I will, but I want to show you that I'm in 100 percent. I need Nancy's help, and equal level of participation."

I looked at Nancy and said, "Are you game? Do you have any inhibitions? I think that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity." 

I looked at Matt and said "I realize that the University research ethics policy and committee and Dr. England will likely say no to at least some of the things I might suggest, and be willing to do, but I think you need some heavy duty baseline data and testing to see if your machine is really going to work. After you're confident that you've tested it thoroughly, then you can refine your theory and ideally get some funding to move the research into formal research mode."

Nancy looked at me and said "I don't know what I'm committing to but yes I'm game. No inhibitions."

Matt was silent. He stared at me with a blank face. Finally he spoke and said "I haven't got the slightest clue what you are talking about."

I walked over to the carton of DVDs and put my hand on top and said "You're in here god knows how many times each week masturbating, trying singlehandedly – pardon the pun – to gather baseline data. I think you need help. Nancy and I are willing to jump in with both feet to help. I'll leave it to Heidi to say what she is willing to do."

Matt smiled. "I'm just a simple scientist. Say what you mean in concrete terms, if you can."

I walked over to Nancy and whispered in her ear the gist of what I had in mind. She looked at me and said out loud "I'm game if you're game."

I looked at Matt and said, "To date you've been watching porn on DVD and digital files that you have on your laptop. Nothing wrong with that but I'm suggesting that starting today after work that Nancy and I can, on occasion, put on a live performance for your masturbation pleasure. Heidi is welcome to watch if she is willing to be hooked up to the machine as well. That way you can test the operation of both channels concurrently. I think that there are many ways we can collaborate with you. That's just one example. Is that concrete enough for you?"

"I'm game," said Matt. "But we all have to agree that whatever happens in this room stays in this room. Heidi, I trust that you'll keep the secret if you want to have nothing to do with this but I completely understand if you choose to walk away now."

"I'm not walking away," she said. "In for a penny, in for a pound. I'll need to go home at lunchtime to get a few of my personal tools."

"I knew I was going to enjoy this job," I said. We all burst into laughter.

"Let's all meet back here at 4:30," said Matt.

Nancy and I walked back to my office without saying a word to each other. I sat in my chair and she came in behind me and closed the door. 

"We really don't know one another" she said "but I would never have predicted that you would do anything like that. I think that whatever happens, it will be extremely exciting or an extreme disaster. Either way, there is a risk that we could all lose our jobs."

"Relax," I said. "I wouldn't have imagined doing anything like this before yesterday but I don't think we face that kind of risk. It's about legitimate research."

"Research my ass," Nancy said.

"When we go to the lab and Matt and Heidi are ready, let's start at the point this morning where you asked me if I shaved my cunt. Now, go back to work," I told her.

I don't know what aroused me more - the thought of having sex with Nancy or the thought of having sex with her in front of Matt and Heidi. Regardless, I was totally distracted and it wasn't even noon. I had several weeks' worth of coding long answers to survey questions in front of me and I hoped that the monotony of the task would let me daydream without too much consequence. I'm a highly disciplined person but I'm not accustomed to fighting to keep my focus on work and away from intense sexual thoughts. I'm usually able to block out most other things and just focus on what I need to do. I was getting a lesson in the power of the centres of the brain that influence sexual arousal.

I wanted to be alone for lunch so I left early and arrived back early. I didn't want to talk about what might happen in the lab because I would never get any work done. Amazingly, I never had a visit from anyone until Heidi appeared in my doorway at 4 o'clock.

"Are you always this openly sexual?" she asked. She proceeded to tell me that while she had an active sexual mind she lacked courage to talk about sex and that while thoughts about certain things may arouse her, she never wanted to reveal most of it. She said that she had far too many sexual hang-ups and that was part of the reason she and her former husband split up. She said that telling me earlier in the day that she masturbated was a highly unusual thing for her to say to a virtual stranger.

It seemed to me that she was feeling anxiety about what might happen in the lab.

"What I said in the lab reflected far more courage than I had just a couple of days ago. If anyone asked me if I masturbated I would almost certainly have said no. I don't want to get into it but I had a life altering experience yesterday, and while I'm still a little intimidated by some of the things I could consider doing - and volunteering to be a sexual exhibitionist and put on a show is high among those intimidating things - I don't think I'm much more sexually courageous than you are."

"You leave the impression that you're completely comfortable being a lesbian," she said. "I admire that. I'm mostly attracted to men although there are occasional exceptions."

My heart sank. She believed that I was a lesbian. It's easy to understand that I might be but that's not the way I was feeling. I didn't have the courage to correct her at that moment. Nancy told me that Heidi was attracted to Matt. I suspected that she was testing me to see how I would respond to being called a lesbian. I felt that our little lab experiment would fall apart if I admitted then and there that I really wanted to get Matt's cock inside of me. I would need to tread carefully if I had any hope of getting my hands on Matt.

"It's quarter past four," I said. "I need to go to the washroom and freshen up." That was true but I also needed to get to the bathroom just in case I started to panic."

On my way to the bathroom I grabbed a small clean dish cloth from the kitchenette that was on the way. I wetted it with water and soap, grabbed some paper towels and went into a stall to try to ensure that I was as clean as I could be given the circumstances. My clit was swollen and insistent but I avoided touching it. I decided to leave my panties off. I put them in my purse and walked back to my office.

I look at my watch when I got back to my office. It read 4:26. My heart was racing.

Nancy appeared in my doorway. "You've certainly got chutzpah my delicious little slut," she said. "Are you wet?" I didn't respond. Instead, I grabbed my purse and fumbled through it as if I was looking for something. "Good," she said. "That's the way I want you and the way Matt will want to see you."

"Let's go," I said, grabbing her elbow. She leaned over and kissed me on the lips and with a big grin said, "I could eat you." 

When we got to the lab Matt was in the process of hooking up the hat that Heidi would wear on her head. The recliner had been moved so that it faced the bed and a leatherette office chair was positioned next to the recliner. Heidi walked in carrying a small backpack. She closed the door and locked it behind her and emptied the contents of the backpack on the seat of the recliner.

"A few of my favourite things," she said. "Everything is clean." There were a couple of glass dildos, four vibrators of varying shapes and sizes, a butt plug, and two tubes of lube. "Now that you know what's there", she said "I'll put it all back in the bag until someone wants something."

Matt directed Heidi to complete the data form for her session. He had already completed his and said that if he needed to add anything else, something he might not have anticipated, he would add it later.

I could feel the excitement in the air. My nipples and clit were hard and my pussy was wet. I could see a bulge in Matt's trousers.

"Matt, I think you should get undressed before you help Heidi put on her hat," I said. "I think it will help get everyone in the right mood." 

Matt looked at me and then to Nancy and Heidi. His face was flushed.

"I'm a little nervous," said Heidi. "I agree with Andrea."

"Ditto," said Nancy.

Matt walked over to the recliner and pulled his t-shirt over his head and let it drop on the floor. He had strong shoulder muscles and distinctive pectoral muscles on his chest. He kicked off his sandals and undid his belt, and the button and zipper of his trousers and pushed them along with his underwear to the floor. His stiff manhood bounced back and slapped against his body when it was released from his underwear.

Here in front of three fully clothed and ravenously horny women stood a naked Adonis. He was muscled, tall, healthy and very sexually aroused. I wanted to drop to my knees in front of him and take his glorious cock into my mouth. I suspected that I would have to at least fight Heidi for the privilege. My whole body was on fire with raw lust. The buildup of juice between my lips would soon start to drip since I wasn't wearing panties.

Heidi began to move toward her chair and slipped her bare feet out of her flat shoes, her eyes glued to Matt's erect cock. She crossed her arms and reached for the tail of the discreet satin Henley top she was wearing and pulled it over her head. Her bountiful breasts were held firmly in place by a lacy black bra. She turned her back to Matt and asked him to undo the clips at the back. Matt moved a few steps forward and allowed his cock to graze her ass while he fumbled with the clips. Finally everything loosened and she pulled it from her shoulders to reveal an amazingly firm and full set of tits. She turned around to purposely give Matt a full view. She undid the button and zipper to her jeans and pulled them to the floor and kicked them to the side of her chair. She had a perfectly flat tummy and a mostly shaved pussy. What wasn't shaved was very closely cropped.

Heidi sat in her chair and Matt placed the hat on her head. For most people the hat would have been very unflattering, but it somehow made Heidi look even more beautiful. Matt's cock pointed at her tits as he adjusted the hat. I didn't say anything but I wanted her to grab it, for her to lose control and slide it into her mouth. She did neither but she never took her eyes off of it.

"Isn't it beautiful, a thing of wonder Heidi?" I said. She smiled and lifted her hands to pinch her nipples, but she didn't say anything with her mouth.

As soon as Matt sat in his chair and began to position his hat on his head Nancy grabbed me by the arm and pulled me in the direction of the bed that was directly in front of him and Heidi. I saw Matt push a few buttons on the remote control for the machine. Nancy pulled me close to her and used her hands to sweep the hair from my face. She kissed me on the lips and then said loud enough for Matt and Heidi to hear, "Did you shave your cunt like I told you?"

I reached my hands down and pulled my dress up above my hips. Nancy reached her hand left down and touched me. "Good girl," she said. 

Just as I had done in the morning I plunged my tongue into her mouth and flicked it back and forth like a happy dog wags its tail. She quickly moved her hands to the hem of her dress and pulled it up. She grabbed my left hand and placed it on her drenched wet cunt and put her hand back on mine and inserted a finger. I felt weak in the knees. I slipped my index finger into her and reached my right hand around and grabbed her ass and pulled her toward my thrusting finger.

Nancy gently pushed me away and told me to undo the zipper at the back of her dress. I pulled it down in one quick stroke and the dress fell to the floor. She turned around and briefly gave me a glimpse of her gorgeous tits before pushing on my shoulders to get me to kneel in front of her. She pulled her puffy lips and her clitoral hood back to expose her satiny little button. I quickly pulled my dress off and threw it at the wall. I reached around and grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her to me and took her clit into my mouth. She put her hands on the back of my head and began to grind and moan.

"Suck on my clit," she said barked at me. She spread her legs and bent them to angle her slit toward my face. "Lick my cunt juices," she said. "Lick me...Eat me," she said in a deep breathy voice.

I had never performed oral sex on a woman before and here I was on my knees in front of other people, gleefully eating one of the most beautiful women I've seen in my life. I was sucking her clit, licking her cunt, and loving it, and almost oblivious to Matt and Heidi.

Nancy pulled away from me and told me to stand up. I stood and she moved around behind me so that we both faced Matt and Heidi. She rested her chin on my shoulder and began playing with my tits with her left hand and my clit with her right. She clearly wanted me to watch Matt and Heidi and for them to see her fondle me. I reached back and grabbed her ass and pulled her tight to my body.

Matt's eyes were as wide as saucers and he was pumping his cock with a slow rhythmic pace. Heidi's legs were spread and she was pumping her wet hole with three fingers of her left hand and rubbing her clit with her right.

"Turn your chair to face Matt," Nancy said to Heidi. "Let him see those gorgeous tits and what you're doing to your horny wet cunt." 

Heidi reached down and grabbed a vibrator and a glass dildo from her bag. She swivelled the chair around and dipped the dildo in her cunt to make it wet and then effortlessly slid it in her ass. She flicked the switch on her cock-shaped silicone vibrator and slid it into her cunt.

"Stop stroking your cock Matt," Heidi said. "I don't want you to come yet. Look at me. I like to get fucked in my cunt and I like to get fucked in my ass," she said.




Research Pays Off



Although this story is 'self-contained' it is better if read before its companion piece - 'Break-out'

Chapter 1

Trial and Error

A couple of years ago, when as they say, I was 'between careers', I took a job with a company specialising in long-term, attitudinal research, measuring people's shifting attitudes to a wide variety of topics; religion, politics, health, things like that. As you can imagine, the questionnaire was long and complex, taking well over an hour to complete, so it wasn't practical to just stop people in the street.

Apart from the time the interview took it was also important to have what's called a 'structured sample' of the population, so that the people we actually interviewed represented the general mix of the nation as a whole - the right percentage of teachers, doctors, garbage-collectors, lawyers, bus-drivers - that kind of thing. To help us achieve this we were given specific streets or areas, that had previously been identified by the research planners as being most likely to provide the type of people needed. We then went round from door to door, checking for people who fitted the profile we had been given and then either conducting the interview or trying to make an appointment to do so at a more convenient time.

I found myself actually enjoying the work, as I had always had the gift of the gab I rarely had any problem in getting my quota of interviews as some people did - and meeting a variety of people was a constant source of interest.

One thing that did surprise me was the number of women at home during the day. I'd thought that these days they all had jobs or careers and although I came across my fair share of weirdoes, from time I came across some really good looking ones. Being a normal, horny male I started thinking about the possibilities, but it's a bit hard to chat-up a woman when you are in the middle of asking her about the political problems in South Africa or the place of the Pope in the world today.

The more I thought about it the more I realised that what I needed was some way of introducing sex into my questioning, to at least get the woman thinking about the subject. I wasn't stupid enough to think that just thinking about it would get me into bed with her, but at least it would be heading in the right direction - it would be up to me to take it from there. I also realised that I had to be careful, one complaint or even just a phone call back to the office and I could be in real trouble - and, out of a job!

But as my love-life was non-existent at that time I thought the potential rewards were worth taking the chance and started working up a questionnaire of my own, then typed it up on the machines at the office and photo-copied a supply of them. The finished result was a very professional job and I realised that apart from anything else, I had picked up a fair bit of knowledge of basic research techniques.

Having finished it I was too nervous to use it for a couple of days - but during the interviews I could feel it almost burning a hole through the back of the folder that held my regular questionnaire. Of course I made excuses to myself - the women were not sufficiently attractive, too nervous, too aggressive, anything at all to avoid having to actually try it out.

But I realised that I was being silly, so finally I forced myself to go through with it - and then the first three times I bombed out!

The first, a really good looking blonde with breasts that seemed determined to pop out of the skimpy cotton top she had on, seemed to be a natural. But by the time I had got to question six or seven she was blushing like mad and suddenly said she remembered that she had an appointment for lunch!

The next turned out to be a lesbian. The third was so matter of fact about the whole thing that I got the feeling she probably made love according to some kind of schedule.

As you can imagine, I was beginning to think that my idea was a fizzer - then I met Jane!


Chapter 2

Jane

I was working my way round an area of very expensive houses full of doctors, lawyers and high-powered business people. Most of the wives didn't actually work but catching them at home and with an hour to spare was really tough going. I began to reckon that the wives were working harder at their social lives than their husbands were at their jobs. 

I'll never forget the house; a big, two-storey place set well back from the street, almost hidden behind a wall and a very well kept garden. Having walked up the curving drive I rang the bell, not really expecting to find anyone other than a cleaner or cook available - but Jane answered the door herself.

She was, in a word - adorable! Short, bobbed black hair with a fringe that fell to just above her eyebrows. Dramatic, blue-green eyes, large and wide-set, with the longest lashes I had ever seen. A classic little turned-up nose and a wide, generous mouth completed her absolutely stunning looks. She was wearing a sort of peasant-style outfit that I had noticed on several of the women in the area during the previous couple of weeks and which I presumed was the current, trendy fashion - a mid-length, full skirt which had rows of patterned ribbons running around it and above that, a white scoop-necked blouse. Although I thought it made most of the women look slightly ridiculous, on her it looked gorgeous and I felt myself staring at the way the blouse showed off the soft, upper curve of her breasts.

I introduced myself and showed her my credentials and then went on to outline the purpose of my visit and the time involved if she agreed to participate. She seemed preoccupied, as though there were something bothering her but in spite of that, as she invited me inside, I decided I absolutely had to try out my private survey at least this one more time.

She took me through to the kitchen, which was almost as big as my entire flat, sat me down and suggested I get my papers ready while she made us both some coffee at the same time telling me that her name was Jane. When she finally joined me I took her through the format and details of the questionnaire - and outlined the other one too.

The way I explained it was by saying that we were working on behalf of an associate company, that had been commissioned to survey the sexual attitudes, problems and practices within the community. That we understood that many people might be offended by the intimacy of some of the questions and that people willing to answer those in the main survey should not feel under any obligation to answer the others too.

She reacted with a raised eyebrow and a slight smile playing at the corners of her mouth - as though some private joke had crossed her mind - but I pressed on and then started asking her views on the many and various subjects included in the official questionnaire. As the questions and her answers began to flow she gave me the impression that she was feeling relaxed and comfortable with me and I found my original hopes rising.

Although we are supposed to be quite dead-pan during the session, so as to avoid any chance of our reactions influencing the person's replies, I ignored that this time and made asides and comments from time to time and was further encouraged by her smiles and an occasional laugh at what I had said. I felt more and more certain that if ever I was to be successful with my own questionnaire, Jane was my best chance - but still realised that it would all boil down to her own feelings about sex itself. 'Would she turn out to be a prude after all?' I wondered. 

As I got closer to the end of the questions I felt the first, faint flutter of butterflies in my stomach, realising that any minute now it would be make or break time. But, as I got that nervousness under control I became aware of another kind of stirring inside me and as I turned to what I knew was the last page, I found myself examining her even more closely - the soft swelling curves of her breasts, the way her hair curled around her ears, those long, thick lashes framing her dramatically coloured eyes. And found myself trying to imagine her body beneath the clothes and how it might actually look and feel, in my arms - naked!

The thoughts triggered a familiar ache and as it grew I became aware of the slow stiffening of my cock - and I also realised that she was sitting, quite silently, watching me, waiting for me to continue.

'I'm sorry - I'm sorry.' I mumbled. 'I lost my train of thought for a moment.

Her smile was non-committal and she still said nothing. I hurried through the last few questions, becoming even more aware of her closeness and my own, growing response to her but somehow got through the last page and, without stopping, went straight on with the introduction to my own 'research'.

'As this is a separate section some of the opening questions are similar to some I have already asked you, for the other part.' She nodded her understanding. 'O.K., first some multiple choice questions - 'Single, living in a permanent relationship or married?''

'Married.' she replied, settling herself back in her chair.

''Age of spouse - 25 to 30, 30 to 35, 35 to 45, 45 to 60 or over 60?''

'The third one.'

The next is optional.' I said with a grin. 'You're age?'

'The second group.'

I looked up briefly. 'Sorry.' I said. 'Just a reflex, I find it hard to believe, you look younger.'

She smiled at the compliment and I continued. 'Children?'

'Two, a boy, ten and a girl, nearly eight.'

'Thank you, the ages were the next question. Now, income, I'll read out a series of income groups, you just tell me which one of them is most appropriate in your case.'

She bristled a little during the questions that covered their property and financial status and I made a mental note to tone down that section of my questionnaire in future. But I did find out that much of the renovation of what had been her husband's family home had been designed by herself and I was able to bring the warmth back into her responses when I sincerely complimented her on the results. 'I get to see a lot of remodelled houses and most of them aren't a patch on what I've seen of your house.'

A faint flush coloured her cheeks as she replied. 'Thank you. Although I had to do some architecture at university, interior design is what I always really wanted to do, before I met my husband Mitchell - I have sometimes thought about going back to it but time slips away somehow.'

'Pity, I think you have a real talent.' I paused for a few seconds and found that we were both staring at each other, I knew what thoughts were going through my head and would have given anything to know what was in hers. After what seemed an eternity, she began to shift uneasily in her chair and I looked back down at my folder - very conscious of the continuing arousal that surged through my body and where it was focussed - between my thighs!

'Now we come to the personal part.' I said, looking up at her again as I continued. 'Let me remind you that what you tell me is in total confidence, when we finish you can watch me seal your forms in an envelope, there is no reference to you by name, merely a set of impersonal responses that a computer matches with all the other forms we send in. If you find any question, or the whole thing, too embarrassing just say so and I'll tear everything up, O.K.?'

'I understand. You make it sound quite dramatic!'

I smiled reassuringly. 'I don't mean to do that - but I do want you to understand that it is entirely up to you as to how many and which questions you answer. It is personal and some people do get offended when it comes to actually giving the answers.


Chapter 3

Dissatisfaction

Now - the first questions begin, 'At what age did you...?' or 'At what age did you first experience...?' followed by a specific action or activity. So, 'at what age did you first experience a mouth to mouth kiss?''

She didn't have to think, the answer came immediately, as did those to the other questions that related to her first experiences with mutual fondling, at the end of which she giggled quietly, and said. 'It was an eventful summer!'

I looked up momentarily and gave her an encouraging grin.

'Were some or all of the previous activities purely with either a male or female partner, or a combination?'

'Oh definitely male!'

'Same kind of question as the first ones - 'At what age did you - fondle a male's penis, beneath his clothing?''

Again I got the same answer but having ticked the appropriate box I looked up and saw that at that moment she wasn't looking at me, she was staring off into space - apparently recalling memories, or reliving events - and so I waited patiently until she was ready to continue. 

'Until today I hadn't thought about you, I mean Jimmy, for years and years. Yet now, it all seems as though it happened only yesterday!

Jimmy was two years older than me - 'almost a man' - I thought then. We got so hot! I nearly went all the way with him, I wanted to, desperately - but something held me back.' 

She paused and again I just waited, watching as colour again flushed her face. I saw her cross her legs and sit back deeper into her chair and again I wished I could read her mind - knew what was happening there, and in other parts of her body too, as she recalled those memories.

'I can still remember the actual feel of him in my hand.' she continued, her voice faint, almost yearning. 'So strong, so alive!'

She suddenly stopped, sat up again and, still avoiding my eyes, said abruptly, 'Sorry, Grant I got carried away a bit.'

'No need to apologise, it's amazing just how powerful our memories can be, especially those we haven't recalled for a long time. It's a bit of a shock to find that they have been there all the time - and are still fresh - isn't it.'

'Yes - quite disturbing. But in a nice kind of a way!' she added with a soft smile as she looked directly at me.

'Anyway, lucky Jimmy.' I said, holding her eyes for a second or two before dropping them to the folder again. 'Should I continue?'

'Yes, I'm fine.' she said, still smiling.

'Next, 'At what age did you - lose your virginity?''

'Oh, later - eighteen and a half or so. As I said, I was a bit of a coward when it came to that.' she added with that soft giggle.

'Jimmy?' I asked.

She grinned. 'No. I don't know what happened to Jimmy. This was my first, proper love - Brian, Brian MacKenzie. Captain of his school's football and athletic teams. Brian was big, big in every way!'

'So, eighteen and a half. 'Where did it actually take place - car, home, out of doors' - or somewhere else of course.'

'The first time?'

'Yes.'

'In an attic!'

I looked up with a startled expression on my face. 'In an attic?'

'Yes, sounds crazy when I say it like that doesn't it.' She replied, then, as though it was something she had to tell herself, and my presence was actually completely incidental to its recounting, she added. 'I was at his house for something or other, we'd been talking with his father about school - that's right, I remember now.' she went on quickly, as the full memory flooded back. 'It was the week-end after Brian's captaincy of the football team was announced. He was over the moon and I was excited for him too of course. His father was just as pleased because it seems that he had also been captain, when he was at school. Brian said he didn't know that, his father said there was a picture somewhere that would prove it, somewhere in the attic!

We had come close to having sex plenty of times, we had 'got each other off' - as we called it - quite often. Anyway, once in the attic we were at each other straight away and that time one thing definitely led to the other. Brian remembered that there was an old mattress in one corner - that's where we, that's where it happened!'

She became very quiet, very still, again that far-away look came back into her eyes and I noticed that her hands were clasped more tightly together and that she seemed to be pressing them tightly down against herself. I felt my own body responding too as I tried to visualise the scene - her, as a fresh, young teen-ager, being vigorously fucked for the first time. And wondering just what those memories would now be triggering inside her still vibrant body!

Whatever her thoughts were, I interrupted them. 'That answers the next question too - 'Was your first experience with someone with whom you already had an emotional relationship?' The next is - 'Other than intercourse, what actual sexual activities were you in the habit of practising?' There's a list - 'Mutual masturbation?''

'Yes.'

''To orgasm?''

'Yes.'

''Oral-genital, female to male?''

'Yes.'

''To orgasm?''

She didn't answer for a moment and I looked up to find her apparently drifting away again - I had to repeat the question before she answered.

'Yes.'

''Male to female?''

I saw a slight frown crease her forehead and she shook her head.

'No, he wouldn't - lots of men won't!'

I quickly made a mental note of her reply before continuing.

''Other?''

The frown was replaced by a puzzled look.

'Other?'

'Well I suppose there are plenty of other things two people can do together, aren't there.'

'True. No, not then - or since I suppose. I must either be a pretty basic sort of a person - or the men in my life have been!'

'Most people are.' I replied. 'The next question asks how long that relationship lasted.

'Brian and I? Oh, until a little after I had gone to university - just a few months.'

''After the first time, how frequently did intercourse take place?''

She laughed at that. 'Whenever we could! I was on the pill, Mum wasn't silly about that, so there was no worry about babies. But it was difficult as a teen-ager, getting away on your own, there always seemed to be someone about. If not your family, then friends.' she was thoughtful for a few moments, then added. 'Let's say, weekly - it probably averaged out at about that.'

'O.K., next - 'On each occasion, would intercourse take place just once, or several times?''

'That's hard too. Now I have started thinking about it, I can remember so many different things that I thought I had forgotten. But let me see, there were times when we had the luxury of time, then we'd do it again - and again! So, at least twice on a number of occasions. 

But often it was just a - 'quickie', those times were either after we hadn't seen each other for days, or when we had 'fucked like rabbits' - as we used to call it - the night before. Either way, there were times when we just had to do it that we'd find a corner, a tree, a wall, anything! We just had to have each other

I honestly couldn't say how many times it would have been more than once, say one in four or five times. Is that all right?'

'Yes, fine. Now - 'During that relationship, did you have any other, sexual encounters or partners?''

'Does that mean full sex, or just anything?'

'Anything.'

'Well, yes there was. Funny, I've never, ever told anyone about this before. There was a guy, he'd been trying to get me to go out with him for ages. Well, Brian was away on holiday, with his parents and I was sure he would be, you know, looking around. We'd started having a few arguments during the week or so before he went - anyway, this other guy, Paul, invited me to a party and I thought, 'Why not! Brian's enjoying himself, why shouldn't I?' 

It was a great night, we had a really good time and I found that Paul was really quite nice. Anyway, afterwards, on the way home, he parked and of course things began to get heavy. Going out with him was one thing, going all the way with him was quite another. So I did what Brian and I did when there was no alternative, I 'got him off'! You know, masturbated him - took him in my mouth too. 




Research Pays Off



It must have been his first time for that, the oral bit - he nearly went through the roof of the car! Not that I let him actually, you know, come, in my mouth - I didn't even do that every time with Brian, just when it felt 'special' somehow.

Looking back afterwards, I think Paul probably had a bigger thrill from what I did than he would have had if I had actually let him have sex with me.'

While she had been speaking I had been watching her very closely and it was obvious that as she recalled the events she had become increasingly aroused. Her legs were more loosely spread and her hands, still clasped together, were definitely pressing hard down into her lap, between her thighs.

I decided it was time to explore the state of her current sex life.

'I see - now, the next few questions refer to you and your husband - Mitchell?' she nodded silently. 'First, 'Would you describe your current sex-life by one of the following - exceptionally active and varied, very good most of the time, good with occasional high points, satisfactory, poor, or some words of your own description?'' 

'I'd be interested to know how the majority of people answer that one.' she said. 'To be totally honest, as I suppose I should be, I would have to say one or other of the last two - probably 'Poor'!'

I looked up, held her eyes for several seconds, then said softly - 'That's a pity Jane.'

It was the first time I had used her name. We sat, just looking at each other, both of us now very conscious of the tension that had been steadily rising between us. I cleared my throat and, without taking my eyes from hers, continued.

'There are separate groups of questions next, that depend on the way you answered the last question. In your case they are, first - 'Is your answer based on lack of - frequency, duration, variety or some other aspect?' You can pick one or more, or answer in your own way.'

She continued staring at me for a long time and, for a while I thought she might be going to call the whole thing off. But then, she seemed to come to some sort of decision and answered with a sudden rush of words.

'All four! In fact I probably shouldn't have married him! I should have accepted that I was more highly sexed, or whatever you like to call it, found someone more like myself. I always felt that he wasn't as interested in it as I was, right from the start. It's not his fault, I thought it was something I would grow out of - you know, like puppy-fat or rock 'n' roll mania. But I never did, I realise that now - it's been buried for years. House, children, friends, rush here, rush there, too busy, too tired. 

Now - it's too late!'


Chapter 4

Satisfaction

'Jane!'

The sound of my voice halted her flow. She looked at me with a dazed, confused expression - as though she had forgotten that I was there, then couldn't understand what I was there for and I saw tears filming her eyes.

I got up, moved across the small space between us and knelt in front of her, my hands resting on her knees. Looking up into her wet eyes I said.

'Jane, it's never too late. It's always your own life, to do with as you choose. If you need to take a little pleasure for yourself - and so long as it doesn't hurt anybody else - why not? From the moment you opened the door to me I've been trying to hide the fact that I find you incredibly attractive - but I probably haven't been very successful at it.'

She stared dumbly down at me. I eased myself further forward, pressing up against her legs, letting my hands slide up over the tops of her thighs before raising them, gently taking hold of her face and pulling it down towards me. I brushed my lips across her eyes, tasting the salty tears - then on down over her cheeks, to finally kiss her mouth.

She responded, slowly and uncertainly at first - then, more and more strongly until, when I slipped my tongue between her lips, I found hers waiting and she returned by kiss fiercely, eagerly! 

Her hands were in my hair, down my back, pulling me forward against herself, her arms tightly around me. While the kiss continued on, I let my hands fall back down on to her legs, slipping them under her skirt, thrilling at the feel of the smooth skin beneath my fingers. As I stroked the silkiness of her thighs I felt them relaxing beneath my touch and then part fractionally, so that my fingers could slide down into the space between them!

She gave herself to the pleasure that my caresses brought her and I traced a series of patterns on her skin, that took my hands slowly ever closer to where I felt sure she wanted them to be.

Finally she broke the kiss and her eyes, no longer wet but now misting from a different cause, looked deep into mine - then she relaxed, lay back in the chair and, as she pulled the skirt up over her legs, parted them - offering herself to my waiting hands and fingers.

I gently eased her thighs further apart and let my fingers run up over them until I touched the thin cotton of her panties, forcing my fingers under the tight edge of them to find the fleshy swell of her mound, covered by a dense patch of crinkly hair and then, as I moved my fingers across and down, I heard Jane gave a faint but distinct sigh of pleasure. My fingers explored still further down until I could feel the already hard bud of her clitoris and below it the softness of her other lips - they were already moist!

I recalled what she had said earlier, during my questioning about oral sex, male to female oral sex and whether Brian had ever done it to her, her reply had been - 'No, he wouldn't - lots of men won't!' - I wondered if, when she said 'lots of men' she had actually meant every man she had ever been with. Perhaps she had never had a man kiss and tongue her pussy! 

Wasting no further time I slid my hands under her bottom, feeling her lift herself to help me, then hooked my fingers under the waistband of her panties and managed to pull them down and off of her. For a few moments I simply savoured the sight of her - spread wide open for me to see, the jet black, curling bush and the wet redness that peeped out from the heart of it.

I shudder when I read people describing a woman's sex with words like - 'slit', 'gash' and 'furrow'! To me a woman's sex is like a flower, petals delicately layered one inside another, opening to provide nectar to be sipped, the deep heart designed and waiting to surrender its nectar.

Jane's was like a rose, a deep red-pink rose, its petals just beginning to swell and unfurl - even the slight moistness added to the picture, like early morning dew, trembling on their edges. I breathed in the scent of her, distinctive, uniquely hers, exciting, arousing!

Once again I slipped my hands under her, lifting her slightly, holding her still for a few moments - then blew lightly across her inner thighs and pouting sex, feeling her buttocks tense in my hands as my breath sent shudders of delight through her. I brushed my lips over her thighs then blew again, repeating the sequence several times, over and over, making each blow slightly stronger than the one before. Her body tensed more each time and I heard low moans and hisses of pleasure as my actions slowly aroused her.

But I didn't tease her like that for too long, gradually increasing the pressure of my lips on the smoothness of her inner thigh, moving a little higher each time until I was placing gentle kisses close to the now pouting wetness of her. Finally I let my tongue lightly lick her outer lips, feeling her squirm with the thrill of that new sensation as I licked from her and tasted the drops of nectar that already quivered there.

As my tongue encroached further I felt her body reacting even more strongly to it; her muscles flexing as I stirred a new need deep inside her, her gentle moans growing deeper and her breathing coming in shorter, sharper gasps. By then my tongue had parted and was probing between the sensitive folds of her outer petals, into the inner slickness of her and, as I probed deeper and faster, Jane thrust her hips higher and harder against my mouth and I felt the now tightly swollen bud of her clitoris pressing against my upper lip.

At that I eased my mouth away from her and began, lightly at first, to lick up along the protruding ridge of flesh - hearing her grunt and feeling her body flex even more strongly in response to the shock-like thrills this gave her. As I gradually increased the speed and pressure of my tongue on her clitoris and used my mouth to suck the almost constant flow of fluid from her, her body seemed to lock rigidly, merely vibrating against my flashing tongue and busy mouth.

Then I saw the bands of muscle across her belly tightening in a series of rippling waves and felt her thighs flexing around my head, her hands clawing at me, dragging me even harder up against herself - and, with a high-pitched scream of incredible pleasure, she went high over the top!

I struggled to suck all of the juices that flooded from her sex, its flow filling my mouth to overflowing with its sweetly acrid taste, while the intensity of her climax continued to wrack her body with rolling waves of incredible pleasure.

In time and slowly, very slowly the force of the waves lessened and I felt the weight of her increasing in my hands as her locked muscles began to relax, releasing her from their grip. Still holding her tightly I continued kissing her, lapping up the last drops and traces of her orgasm as she jerked spasmodically from the jolts of pleasure that still speared through her.

Then I felt her hands easing my head away from herself and I looked up into her now dark, emotion filled eyes. Beads of perspiration clung to her upper lip and her face and neck were flushed a deep red from the power of her climax. She smoothed my hair and lovingly wiped the drops of her moisture from around my mouth with her fingers Finally she spoke, her voice heavy and low-pitched.

'That was the most incredible thing that anyone has ever done to me Grant. You'll never know just how wonderful it felt - unbelievably powerful. But,' she added, her voice getting husky and her eyes boring deep into mine. 'What I don't understand is that, even after that - I want you, I want you - now!'

I stood, pulling her up with me and she locked her arms around me, taking my still sticky lips with her mouth, swirling her tongue around inside it, as though trying to taste the flavour of herself that remained in there. Her hands ran down my back, grabbing my arse, one cheek in each and I felt my already stiff cock jerk higher still as her fingers dug hard into the crevice between them. We strained against each other feverishly, our bodies crushing together as our lips, mouths and tongues worked in unison.

Then she broke from me, her hand searching for mine as she said breathlessly, 'Come upstairs!'

She moved quickly, leading the way up to what was obviously their bedroom. Ripping back the covers from the bed then almost tearing off her clothes before sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me closely as I took off my things. She seemed to like what she saw and I noticed that one hand went down between her thighs, moving slowly, fingering herself as she watched. Then, as I finally pulled my briefs down past my throbbing cock, I noticed her eyes widen at the sight of it and she licked her lips in obvious anticipation!

Keeping her eyes fixed on my cock and one hand fingering herself, she used the other to beckon me over to her and I felt my now fully rigid shaft waving slowly from side to side as I crossed the room. I stopped in front of her, the swollen, purple-red head quivering only inches from her moist, slightly parted lips. Jane seemed mesmerised by it but, finally looked briefly up into my eyes before she, with a slight smile, reached out, slipped one hand around my waist, urging me gently forwards while the other, still wet with her own juices, lightly grasped the stem and guided my cock-head between her waiting lips

I heard myself groan involuntarily as she urged me still further forwards - taking my cock-head deep into the clinging wetness of her mouth, pushing back the loose skin with her tight lips, slowly taking me, little by little deep into her mouth, until I felt it nudging the very back of her throat. Then she held me still while she moved her head slowly backwards and forwards, her tongue swirling over and around the head until she found the sensitive ridge beneath and flicked it, sending shivers of pleasure through me each time she repeated it. 

I looked down, watching the throbbing length of my cock slowly disappearing between her luscious lips, her slender fingers wrapped around the thickly veined shaft, sliding firmly back and forth in time with the now gut-wrenching movements of her head. Below, I could see her firm, upswept breasts swaying from side to side, their reddish brown tips swollen and the nipples at their centres spiky, as though aching for my lips to suck them.

As she continued to stroke and swallow I felt my cock getting, unbelievably hard and then an intense ache grew in my swollen balls as, from deep within, that familiar rising surge grew ever more strongly.

Jane too must have felt the increasing need rising through me and she began to speed up her thrilling movements, urging me on to my own climax.

Just the thought of shooting into her deliciously vacuuming mouth was incredibly exciting - but the need to feel her wrapped in my arms, my cock buried inside her flower-like pussy, was even stronger and I gently but firmly restrained her. As I eased my cock back out from between her still suctioning lips I said. 'You are a sensational woman Jane. I want to give you just a little of the loving you have been missing out on for so long.'

She dragged her eyes from my now saliva coated cock and looked up at me, her eyes filled with the passion we both felt, she lay back on the bed, bent and spread her legs wide apart and said. 'Fuck me then! Just fuck me Grant!' 

Coming from anyone else the words would have sounded coarse but from Jane, in those circumstances, they were exactly right - expressing as basically as possible her need for the most basic of functions between two human beings.

I did as she asked. We were both at such a pitch that there was no time for any of the niceties of love-making, no slow, tantalising movements, with subtle shifts of positions or delayed pauses to heighten each other's excitement - we simply fucked!

The lips of her pussy were swollen and still saturated and my cock, slick with a mixture of her saliva and my seeping pre-cum slipped easily and deeply between them, right up into the very heart of her. If I had thought her mouth had been thrilling I found her sex unbelievably so - a warm, clinging tunnel that enfolded me and drew me further into her with a series of rippling waves of pleasure.

I felt her finger-nails bite deeply into my arse cheeks as she urged me even deeper into herself. Her eyes were clenched shut, her face screwed up and her entire body tensed as she thrust herself upwards and took the pile-driving mass of me.

The next few minutes are a disjointed mix of sights, sounds and feelings. Myself, totally out of control, pounding frenziedly, faster and deeper, my pistoning shaft seeming just a blur when I looked down at it. Jane, her legs bent and stretched as wide apart as she could get them, her hips heaving herself upwards in perfect time with my down-plunging cock, her body obviously taking her to previously unknown heights of pleasure. Our voices crying out together as wave after wave of indescribably powerful sensations surged through both of us.

Then, all too soon I felt my climax coming, bursting up from deep inside me in an unstoppable rush - I heard myself grunting animal-like sounds as my body tensed, concentrating all its power behind the flood that surged up and, as it forced my cock even deeper into Jane's welcoming sex, pumped explosively, high up inside her.

Her finger nails drew blood as she frantically clutched at my erupting body and she gave a deafening shriek as the strength of my climax triggered yet another in her too - my still pounding cock, pumping load after load of hot semen into her, maintaining with its friction the blaze that burned inside her.

But eventually, our bodies totally drained and exhausted, we lay still, locked in each other's arms, my cock still buried within her, twitching from time to time as we each, slowly began to recover. When our pounding hearts had finally slowed and our breathing was almost back to normal, I rolled off of her and we lay side by side, our hands exploring each other as we kissed and murmured meaningless sounds of continuing pleasure - now that the urgent demands of our bodies had been met, able to quietly and leisurely enjoy each other.

Later still we talked - I had half expected her to suffer some guilt or remorse but the Jane that was with me seemed to have somehow become separate from the Jane whose life I had walked into only a couple of hours earlier and which the house around us represented. I began to wonder if perhaps I had merely been a catalyst for something that she had been, unknowingly, waiting for, perhaps for years.

We made love again, more slowly, more tenderly but just as satisfyingly before she shooed me out of the house with a promise to ring and to see me again. She kept her promise and we did, again and again over the following months. But gradually the frequency of those meetings decreased - my 'research' uncovered other women and I got the impression that the new-born Jane found other men! She never mentioned it but there were times when she was unaccountably unavailable and on more than one occasion I was certain she had come to me straight from another bed.

It was an exciting period of my life and that, first time with Jane was undoubtedly the most exciting time of it.



'Research' Project



If she were going to learn more about herself, she was going to have to spend time with the man who knew her best. They talked, shared stories, laughs and even many moments of pain. He helped her through the toughest times she's know in her life. What he wanted from her now, in exchange for their friendship was more than she could offer. It was not from reluctance, but from lack of knowledge. He wanted her to tell him exactly what she wanted from a man sexually. She was a novice. In her mind, she could express a fantasy. In actuality, she had no living proof that the fantasies would or could result in the orgasm he wanted for her.

They sat one night and talked over a few drinks. Unfortunately he chose the drinks and it was one of the few to bring out the best in her. The best emotions, that is. She was trying to remember if she had ever told him rum did that, but could not bring up a memory of it. The conversation went on for more than an hour on the same topic still her answers did not change. She liked the way his tongue felt, and she enjoyed the way he sucked on her clit so gently but rougher as, or if, the situation warranted. He could please her any night of the week. The answers he wanted were deeper and more intricate. 

They consumed more than their fair share of alcohol before getting in the limo they hired for the weekend. She hired it so they could travel anyplace and not worry about the driving. Being able to drink and travel was ideal as well. Since her memory was not too sharp tonight, they resorted to occupying themselves with a little petting and kissing and whatever else they could squeeze in during the rest of the fifteen minutes back to the hotel. 

He helped her out of the car, collected her panties from the floor and stuffed them in his pocket. Their foreplay continued uninterrupted across the lobby, into the elevator, up the final few flights of stairs so he could get his exercise, and into their room. He let them in, carried her from this point to the bed. Throwing her into the overstuffed down comforter, she let out a playful scream and put her arms out to invite him to join her on top. He made sure she was properly covered when he tossed her, but she just flipped the hem of her skirt over her hips. It was a form fitting skirt and her feet could not possibly reach opposite corners of the bed if her thighs were restrained with a skirt. 

He took one glance her way and made short time arriving face first between her legs. She reached for his cheeks and guided him. That knowing tongue of his pushed its way through her pussy lips. The feel was of a penis with a muscular control all its own. She screamed right away at the sensations he was now triggering through her body. In her mind, she could visualize what he was doing. Only, she didn't really know what it all looked like from his perspective. Maybe if she could watch him, he could help her know what he was asking.

Her mind shifted into a new paradigm altogether different than any in her experiences. She truly wanted to please this man, regardless of what it would take. So, in the shifting thoughts, her eyes grew wide and she clamped his face between her palms and brought him closer. At this point he was tongue-fucking her and she could not wait any more. She had to cum. "Fuck me hard, pleeeeaaaassse- fuck me!" She started to cum and as soon as she felt that hard fat cock of his press up to her slit and beyond, she gasped for what he thought might be her last breath. She threw her feet in the air as far apart as possible without them being tied to the headboard. He pumped her so hard and so deep that he even felt his head bumping inside her. 

With every deep thrust, he grunted in that sexy way of his. He flattened himself on top of her, wrapped his arms under her and flipped so she could ride him. It was a position she enjoyed when he made her cum so hard and for so long. Just the practice of screwing her would make him cum. This was all about her tonight. It wasn't often she'd let it be. So, tonight, she needed the top billing. The grinding she started on him was forcing his cock to explore every internal corner of her. The intensity of her orgasm changed to something more subdued. He could still feel the trembling and the internal muscles clamping down on his head as it rounded the bend for the G spot. 

Seldom could a man get there with his cock, but he allowed her to get him there. When he made it, she would without a doubt let him know. He was a great man at following directions, especially those requiring him to be hands on. If her words did not tell him he hit it, her breathing, her lack of breathing, oh, so many indicators. He would just always know. And he'd feel like a King.

What he wanted to know now was how he could accomplish this orally.

They did not see one another for a few weeks. The separation was tearing on her and she knew nothing of how he was keeping himself busy. Those were the questions best not asked. He respected the distance and respected her privacy, but deep down he wanted another hotel stay.

Emily had been doing some research. Calling on an old friend who always seemed to be there, they finally connected. She never really anticipated such an adventure this weekend but was ready for anything. Alexis was on the crazier side of life. 

Alexis opened the door and let her in. They embraced in a hug, just as always. Their fingers locked into one another and Alexis began the introductory tour of her new apartment. They walked from room to room, floor to floor together, connected at the hand. When it came time for the bedroom, she went into the far corner where the bathroom was. They gazed at the glass enclosed shower. Then they looked towards each other. A deep breath led them back to the bedroom.

Alexis pointed out the queen sized bed, mentioning it would be a sufficient size if she wanted to stay there, as it's more comfortable than the futon. It was decided at that point, she'd stay in the bed with Alexis.

Emily happened not to pack anything besides the T-shirt she normally slept in, forgetting it was worn thin and kind of short too for company. No options were offered since Alexis didn't sleep in anything more fancy than that anyway.

They went downstairs and prepared a great dinner, poured some wine and chatted about men. By the end of dinner and the end of the second bottle, conversation shifted to women. Sharing a little known detail, they confessed an attraction to one another. Not knowing where to begin, they figured a bath would be a good place to start, since it may be just like a hot tub. Once shoulder deep, they settled into the comfort of the secure feeling bubbles.

Beneath the bubbles, however...their hands were the first parts to connect. Holding hands underwater was a safe start, but it quickly became more. Alexis was the first to move towards feeling one another's buoyant breasts. The feeling was better than expected. The more tender caring touch of a woman's hand actually felt different than a man's grip. They each immediately realized everything else may be just as good or better. Holding hands became holding the other's pussy and finding that water really isn't as slick as you'd believe it to be. Alexis "swam" over and glided her legs against Emily' and stopped when she straddled her lap. After a brief staring contest, the first kiss began. It was awkward, but engaging at the same time.

They got out of the tub quicker than anticipated. Warm towels waited for them on the heating rack. They dried, then wrapped themselves, and headed to the bed. Alexis dropped her towel and slid under the covers, holding the other side up for Emily to climb right in. Slowly, almost hesitantly she climbed into bed with Alexis. Upon her approval, Alexis ducked under the sheets and made her way to Emily's hot, still-wet pussy. 

They were both nervous about this first-time woman on woman experience. In very few minutes, they forgot how uncomfortable they thought they were supposed to be. The feeling of a woman's mouth on her clit, sucking and licking and teasing her was different somehow. No words to describe why it was not the same. The lapping was all right. The attention was incredible. Just before Emily came, Alexis slithered up along Emily's body, pressing her hard nipples against her bare skin all the way. When their lips met in another kiss, Alexis tipped on her back. 

Without any prodding or encouragement, Emily took a turn at pleasing a woman. She thought Alexis may have done this before but Emily had not. She felt awkward. But she knew that it was all going to be alright. Alexis had a way of making her comfortable even in the worst situations. And this was far from worst. Emily took a deep breath and slid between the sheets on her way to the magic garden that waited for her to explore. Alexis guided her through it. Every move of a finger or of her tongue was orchestrated. Wherever Alexis placed her fingertip, Emily followed with the tip of her tongue. Alexis took Emily's hand and placed it on her cunt. They replicated one another's fingering motions and probings, bringing one another to a fantastic orgasm.  

Just as they settled out of it, they began another approach to try new ways of knowing what was going to work when Emily got back to her man. Alexis spun around in the bed and they were about to engage in their first 69 encounter with a pussy as the giving and receiving end. The beauty in this for Emily was that when she felt Alexis do something enjoyable, she could ask for more details on what she did. They threw the covers on the floor, lit a few more candles and watched it all in the mirrors. By the time the fifth orgasm ended, Emily was ready for another round with a long hard penetrating cock.

The ladies fell asleep in short time and woke to blaring sunlight pushing through the blinds. After a great breakfast and a walk around the neighborhood, Emily headed home. The goodbye kiss became an unspoken invitation to return for more training anytime...and bring a friend if she wants.

When Emily got back to her man, he did not expect she had been on an information seeking journey. She didn't tell him in so many words, but her new-found knowledge was a great coincidence. He was excited even to fantasize that the two women got it on out there. 

She told him where to touch her. She was seeming to enjoy his abilities more thoroughly and she felt an inner peace with his endless attention to her pleasure. Orgasm after orgasm, he wanted to join her next limo ride to see Alexis again. 

Another first, she took him and the three shared her new king size bed.