0 comments/ 17434 views/ 0 favorites She Loves It By: bee-ess After we made the deal to inject some spunk into our love life, I had audaciously entered her home at night and raped her (with mutual consent) and had then realized how much she liked rough handling. Thereafter, she had entered my home at night and almost dominated sex with me. It was now my turn to carry out something that could tickle our imagination. I went on thinking what I could do? Every now and then the thought of getting her all excited and begging for more would make by dick squirm inside my underwear. One day while I was working in office, I got a call from my boss who asked me to leave for Germany the same night. I agreed, though a little reluctantly. I had promised Tara that I would drop in, in the evening and we would have some fun. Whatever that meant. I called her and told her that I was off and would not be able to make it. She was disappointed she said. But being sporty, she said "Get me something nice from Germany." I agreed and left in a hurry. While in the flight I went on thinking what I get her from Germany. Perfumes, Jewelry, clothes, lingerie . . . what??? She had everything that she needed. Watch, Hair Dryer et al. Soon I reached Frankfurt. I had a connecting flight to Osnbruck. The flight was late. So I had time to kill. I walked to the basement of Frankfurt airport and was walking around trying to waste my time while the flight got listed. While walking around I came upon a sex shop. I walked in, with a brain wave. Why not get Tara a blue film and then fuck like hell after seeing the film. While walking around I found lots of dildos. I then thought, that seeing the blue film and fucking wont last. I wanted lasting value for Tara. So why not the dildo. We could play with the dildo while we fucked. Plus she could have her orgasms without me as well. Then thought, she knows of blue films and about dildos. Where was the element of surprise? Then I saw an interesting item. It was a 'In Panty Battery Operated Vibrator with Remote Control'. I was intrigued. I went on conjuring up what I would do with it. I bought it and kept it in safe custody. On the way back from work, I read the instruction manual and was amazed at what it could do. My imagination went into over drive thinking of what I would do with Tara when I returned. In order to enhance the fun, I rang Tara up from the aircraft and told her that I wanted to see her immediately after landing and that we would go out for dinner to a posh restaurant. Tara asked "What? This is what you called for?" I said "yes. But we will have fun. Just wait." On landing, I took a taxi and drove straight to Tara's home. She was waiting at home, half ready for an evening out. I dragged my suitcase up. On reaching the landing, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her affectionately and walked in. She asked "You want to go out for dinner?" I said "Yes. But I want some coffee now." She made some nice coffee. I said "Go ahead get ready. But, I want you to wear the blue skirt we had bought a month back." She readily agreed. Soon she was ready. She came before me and asked "Is that okay?." I said "The dress? Yes. But, I want you to also wear something I got for you." She asked like a little girl "You got something nice for me?" I answered "Yes darling, Something that you will like and I will love." She asked "What is it?" I opened my brief case and fished out the device. She looked at it and said "What is it?" I said "Just come into the bed room. I will help you wear it." I grabbed her by her hand and pulled her into the bedroom. I said "Just lie down. And take off your panty." She said "What????" I said "Just do that." She looked at me quizzically and lay down quietly. I took some of the vaginal cream from her dresser and applied it on the attachment of the vibrator and went close to her. She said "What are you doing?." I held her knees and split her legs wide open. With two fingers, I widened the pussy and applied some more pussy cream in her pussy opening and on her clit. Then I quickly inserted the small dildo into her pussy. Then I adjusted the vibrator spinner right over her clit. Once the mechanism was in place, I flicked the switch on and took the thin nylon straps around her waist and hooked it into place. She said "That is uncomfortable." I did not answer. I picked up the panty and put her legs into the panty openings. I said "Just wear your panty now and lets go." She said "What? This is uncomfortable." I said "Darling you will love it and wont mind the discomfort." She got up and pulled her panty up and adjusted her dress. That is exactly what I liked about her. She was sporting and never belabored her discomfort. We quickly left and reached the European restaurant at the 'Grand Hotel'. The place was half full. So we got a seat immediately. The Maitre de took the order and left. The Red Wine reached us and we started sipping it and enjoying the evening. Tara asked "What have you fitted?" I answered, "You will see." After about ten minutes, I put my hand into my side pocket (of my jacket) and felt the remote control of the vibrator. It flicked the switch to 'Tease' position. I pressed the button, once, in a short jab. Tara jumped from her seat and almost yelped out. The vibrator had vibrated in a burst and had vibrated externally. She flushed and said "Oh God. You have fitted a vibrator on to me." I smiled and said "Darling, I will give you pleasure you never knew existed." She kept quiet and looked up at me, as if t signal her pleasant acceptance of this offer. And why not. God had given her a pussy to enjoy, not to keep in the closet. I once again pressed the button down and the vibrator started off. She sat back suddenly and I could see she was startled. Then I gave her quick and irregular bursts of vibration. She said "Oh God. That is nice." She did not know that I had two stages to go. In less than ten minutes, she started to bite her lips and rolled her eyes and moaned lightly. She crossed her legs and un-crossed them repeatedly and shuddered. Then she said "Darling I am coming." She had her first public orgasm. In the meanwhile the main course had arrived. We were eating the meal and talking off all things on earth. Then I switched the vibrator to 'Spin' phase. I pressed the remote switch. The vibrator vibrated and the spinner spun slowly on her clit. Tara gasped. She never thought that the vibrator had this facility also. She slowly covered her lap with the table cloth and the napkin. Every few seconds I would give her a burst. She said "Sssssssssss. This is nice." Suddenly she crossed her legs hard and I gave her along burst of spinning on the clit. She moaned lightly and said "Oh Darling . . . this is too much. I need a fuck." She had her second orgasm, Sweat came out of her face and she was breathing shallowly. She said "I need to go to the ladies." I said "No. You are going no where." She sat back and said "Darling save my pussy for later." I let her be for a bout five minutes. Then I flicked the switch to penetration mode. In this mode the small dildo would fuck her, while the spinner was off. I pressed the button. She jumped from her chair and said "Stop it." I gave her a few more shots of that treatment. She slid back in the chair and open her legs wide under the table, I pressed the button long and hard. Her eyes started to roll and dribble fell out. She grabbed my wrist and said "I am coming. I am coming." And come she did. I let her finish her main course. I ordered the Dessert. When it arrived, I said "Here comes the dessert." While saying so, I switched top 'Full Mode." In this mode, the vibrator vibrated, the dildo did its job and the spinner spun on the clit. As she raised the dessert to her mouth, I pressed the button. She gasped and put the spoon down and went into a trance. The machine was fucking her completely. She started to raise her bottom from the chair and give thrusts back and was clearly enjoying. The Maitre De came buy and asked "Is the chair uncomfortable Ma'am.." She said "No. Its okay." I gave her many bursts of this treatment and she had a shuddering climax. She suddenly said "Let us go home. I want to fuck you now." I paid up and went to the car. We sat in and belted up and started to drive. I put the vibrator on intermittent mode, in which case each function or any combination would break out at random and fuck her. She suddenly lowered her hand onto my crotch and pulled the zip open. She inserted her hand into the fly and groped to pull out my dick. But it is difficult to pull it out in that position. She ordered "Stop the car and take out your cock." I stopped and took out my dick. Her vibrator was doing its job. She lay down in the car and started to suck my dick and said "Drive home. When we reach I want to be fucked with the real cock." Soon we reached home. She said "Don't put the cock in. I want you to come up with that monster out and ready." She came out of the car and walked to the other side and helped me come out. We ran upstairs. On the landing, I ripped her blouse off. She was wearing a black bra and her skirt. At the door, while she fumbled with the door keys, I fumbled with her bra hook. My mouth had attacked her mouth. She said "Tear it off." I tore off the bra. Her proud breasts leaped out. I caught both of them and started to knead them. The door opened. She dragged me in and started to fight with my belt and then my pants. I lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom. Her legs were wrapped around me. I could feel that the vibrator was doing its work. I threw her on the bed and took off my clothes. She was in the throes of another orgasm. I pulled her skirt down. Her panty was wet. Really wet. The remote controlled vibrator was still at work. I tore off the panty and only the dildo was covering her shaved pussy. I let her complete her next orgasm. I tenderly turned her over and unhooked the vibrator. I took pains to ensure that when I pulled it off from her pussy she did not hurt. The pussy was red and hot. Pulsating. She pulled me down and said "FUCK ME." I took my position between her legs. I held her legs and raised them to be parallel to my chest. Then I lifted her up and entered my dick into her pussy. She gasped and said "Ooooh I love it." I lowered myself onto her and took her knees into my elbow and fucked her and fucked and fucked her. She went on saying "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." And fuck I did. I came pretty soon. I dropped down in a heap over her. Her hands caressed me and she cooed into my ears "That was a nice gift." She Loves It There is something, well, I suppose 'illicit' is the best word, about being naked in the open air. A mixture of freedom and exhibitionism. Which is why I made a last check on my surroundings before slipping off my underpants. I was on private land, the owners were away and it was miles from any public place, so the chances of being seen were very remote indeed. I doffed my last covering and stood at the end of the small jetty. Should I dive in or try the water with my toe first? My prick had risen to half-mast, reminding me that it had been a long time since my last ejaculation. And that had been self-induced, it was even longer since I'd had a woman. My prick twitched at the thought and I placed my fingers around my thickening shaft. Then, "No." I thought, "I will find a female to fuck before the day is out, my next come will be into flesh other than my own." I plunged into the cold water, killing all erotic thoughts and began to swim. The lake was a fair size, the end away from the jetty was covered in white water lilies. I swam to their edge, turned and swam back. I swam for about half an hour then pulled myself back onto the jetty, suddenly realising that I had no towel. Still, in the hot sun I would quickly dry. I stretched out on the grass and closed my eyes. I am a freelance professional photographer and had come to the lake to take some slides for use as backgrounds in my studio. Slides, as this was just as digital was starting. Medium format film was the choice for pro's, who at the time regarded digital as a gimmick. What I mean by backgrounds is pictures to project behind whatever I was photographing in the studio, to make it look like 'on location'. Come on. You don't really believe that the camera can't lie do you? The lake was in the grounds of a large country house which I had used for location shots on several occasions, but it's expensive to move the subject to the location, so I was moving the location to the subject. The lake was superb at this time of year. I had arrived at dawn, with permission from the owners of course, and had worked while the light was good. Work done, I had rewarded myself with a nude dip. My mind turned inevitably to my celibate state. My last fuck had been with a model, sent by an agency to have a portfolio done. She was a good looking girl, but a lousy model. She had needed no persuading to go nude and had no objection to moving the action from my studio to my bed. Unfortunately she was as bad a fuck as she was a model. Some girls seem to think that looks are all they need to become a model. Or a lover. She took no active part in our coupling, just lay on her back as I ploughed her furrow. She had wanted no foreplay, no oral, just get in and get it over. I don't think she was capable of an orgasm. I just banged away until I came. Better than wanking, but not much. Since then I had fucked only my fist. I decided to rectify that before the day was over, even if I had to pay for it. I must have fallen asleep. I was wakened by a moorhen calling. I stood up and stretched, then made to get dressed. My clothes had gone! All my photographic gear was still there, but no clothes. A tramp perhaps? But why take my togs and not my cameras? Even my watch was there and my wallet, still in my camera bag. I had taken a short-cut to the lake, through a well concealed gap in the fence. I would have to walk bollock naked along the road for about half a mile to where my car was parked. I looked around to find something to cover my nudity. In my camera bag was what we call a changing bag. It's a sort-of portable dark room. Imagine a black teeshirt with no neck hole and a zip across the hem and you'll get the idea. You zip whatever you have to do into the bag, put your arms in through the 'sleeves' and fumble away. The bag was quite large. I unzipped the hem and put the bag on like shorts. It was a tight fit but covered the bits I could get arrested for. But to walk half a mile in it promised nothing but slow castration. I tried a few steps, then noticed movement in the thick Rhododendron bushes at the edge of the clearing. I stopped and stared at where I thought the movement had been. Very slowly a stick with a white flag was pushed out from the hiding place. The 'flag' was my underpants! I pulled off my makeshift garment and ran towards the flag. The miscreants made no move to escape. It was two young women, both helpless with laughter. "We surrender," said one of them, we yield to your superior weapon." I rescued my knickers and hastily donned them. Now that I felt less vulnerable, I began to see the joke. They introduced themselves, Jenny, a plumpish blonde and Sue, a tall, thin brunette. They lived in the nearby village and had evening jobs at the local pub. So, knowing when the house was empty, used the lake as a free swimming pool. They new about my 'secret' way into the lake and, weather permitting, came by bike to their private lido. "But," said Jenny, when we arrived today we found a sleeping beauty." "Yes," added Sue, nodding at my crutch, but now you've covered him up." They both giggled at the joke. I introduced myself and explained why I was here, adding that their secret was safe with me. "Don't let me keep you from your swim." I added. The girls looked at each other and seemed to come to an unspoken agreement. Jenny grinned broadly and said, "Well, you've shown us yours, fair's fair." She took the hem of her teeshirt and peeled it from her body, revealing a magnificent pair of full, pink nippled tits. I gasped in admiration. She kicked off her shoes, unzipped her shorts and pushed both them and her knickers down over her hips. She stood for a few seconds, allowing me to admire her well proportioned, ample curves. Then she said, "Last one in's a prude." She was a bit on the plump side, in a few years she would be considered fat. But a standing prick makes no such distinctions and right now mine was bursting to join her naked state. As Jenny headed for the water I turned to Sue. She was wearing a button-through shirt and jeans, but the shirt was already off and the jeans soon followed. In contrast to her friend, she was on the thin side, but she had firm, apple-like tits, which would do very nicely, thank you. She was darker all over than her friend, with dark pubes and brown titty-tips. She headed for the lake, I chased and passed her but had to pause to remove my pants and so was last in the water. I would have to find another way to show that I was no prude. Nude swimming is much more fun when there are three of you and the other two are pretty girls. We splashed about for half an hour or so, taking every opportunity to grope each other. The girls seemed to be very good friends. I hoped that they were not exclusively les, if they were, my role was reduced to that of a mere spectator. That would have been a pity as I was building up quite a sexual charge, which I hoped would end up with a discharge. When we left the water, the girls ran back to the undergrowth and produced bags which contained towels. As they towelled each other dry I just stood and dripped, feeling a bit spare. They both moved toward me and began to dry me with their towels. Sue dried my top half while Jenny knelt before me and dried the lower half. I took advantage of Sue's closeness and kissed her on the mouth. She wrapped her arms around my neck and returned the kiss enthusiastically. I felt cool fingers curl around the rigid shaft of my prick, another hand cupped my balls. My foreskin was drawn slowly back and I gasped into Sue's mouth as I felt, first kisses, then licks and at last, warm lips engulf my pounding knob. As Sue sucked on my tongue, Jenny gave my cock-head the same treatment. My hand wandered down Sue's nude body, squeezing her firm, steely nippled tits in turn before heading south for the dark valley at the base of her belly. She parted her legs to allow me access and my fingers easily found her gaping slit. She wash awash with the sticky, slippy, clinging juice which must be man's favourite beverage. I paddled my fingers in the oily luxury of her twat before feeling for the stiff little bean of her clitoris. At last she broke the kiss and groaned with pleasure. "Yes, yes," she husked, close to my ear, "wank me off, I love it." I obliged. She was soon convulsing in orgasmic ecstasy. As she came down from her peak, I realised that I was not far behind her with my own climax. I had to warn Jenny, some women do not like to take it down their throat. As if she had read my mind, Sue breathed into my ear. "Come in her mouth, shoot your spunk down her throat, she loves it." She raised her head to watch. With a groan I let go, spilling my load into Sue's gulping mouth. She took the lot, keeping just the tip between her lips, she allowed jet after jet to fill her mouth. When my spasms had stopped, she withdrew from my glans and opened her mouth to reveal my thick cream lying in her mouth, covering her tongue and bottom teeth. Some spilled out to run down her chin and drip enticingly onto the smooth upper slopes of her full, flushed tits. As Sue and I watched, Jenny allowed the stuff to slide down her throat, swallowing my spend. She finished by licking her lips. "Mm," she enthused, "he tastes great Sue, you should try some." To my surprise and delight, Sue did just that, licking the overflow from her friends voluptuous breasts. But she did not stop there, she slowly kissed her way down the blonde's ripe body to her mound. Jenny's thighs parted and she leaned back, supporting her weight on her elbows while Sue began to slurp at her friend's succulent vulva. I could see everything, Jenny's ecstatic face, her heaving, strawberry nippled tits and her full fleshed thighs, pushed wide apart to allow her lesbian lover full access to her cunt. Sue's head was buried at the vee of those thighs. Sue was on all fours with her bum in the air. A long stretch of lovely back led my gaze from her dark locks to the slim spheres of her buttocks, parted so that her arsehole was fully visible and her ripe, dark cunt gaping invitingly beneath. My prick was quivering with it's hardness. seemingly unaware that it had just delivered a generous load of what my balls were working hard to replace. Almost as if drawn to Sue's juicy target, I followed it on it's quest for cunt-honey. As the tip contacted the wet, pink flesh of Sue's cleft, her sex-lips seemed to open like flowering petals, drawing my organ into hers. With nerve-tingling slowness, I fed my rigid meat into her oily depths. Ball deep, I remained still, savouring the warm wetness. Feeling the small movements as she pushed back encouragingly, while maintaining mouth-to-cunt resuscitation on Jenny's hole. Unable to stay still, I began to thrust deeply, sliding out until only the tip of my cock remained engaged, then driving home until my balls slapped wetly against Sue's loins. As my prick penetrated her cunt, her tongue penetrated Jenny's. Jenny began to come noisily, writhing in ecstasy. I was not far off my own climax, but wanted to take Sue with me. I placed a hand at the junction of our bodies, found the rosebud of her anus and pushed my thumb inside. She came instantly, now it was my turn. Jenny seemed to sense my impending crisis. "Don't come in her cunt," she ordered, "pull your prick out and spunk onto her back, she loves it." It seemed like a waste, but it was their pleasure as well as mine. I compromised, letting the first shot fire inside, then pulled out spurting, covering her back from arsehole to neck and beyond with my offering. Some even reached Jenny's ripe body, coating her full breasts. If there is a sexier sight than a lovely female coated with your spunk, it must be to see two lovely female bodies coated with your spunk! The dispenser was, however, 'hors de combat'. But I hoped, not for too long. I had yet to sample the rich, pink fruit of Jenny's love nest. I reached for a towel , dried my wilted prodder and went to clean up Sue's spunky back. "No!" Shouted Jenny. "Let the sun dry it. It makes the skin feel tight and she loves it. So do I." Sue stretched out, face down, on the grass. Jenny and I watched as the heat of the sun congealed the stuff on her skin. "Let's eat." Said Jenny, reaching for the bags. The food was good and just about enough for three. We took turns to drink wine straight from the bottle. Then we all stretched out in the sun and dozed, the sun heightening the slight tipsiness induced by the wine. After a time, Jenny moved over and kissed me on the mouth. I put my arms around her and the kiss intensified. Her tongue slipped past my lips like warm liquid and explored every corner of my mouth. Then I did the same to her. We kissed intimately, like lovers of long standing. Eventually, the kiss broke. I rolled Jenny onto her back and began to caress her fine body, my hands tingled with pleasure as they traced the flowing lines of her generous curves. I allowed my hand to stop at her crutch, cupping the blonde pubic fuzz. I raised my head to latch my mouth onto one stiff, pink nipple. A few feet away I could see the slim, nude form of Sue, sleeping soundly in the sunshine. Jenny pulled my face away from her tit and kissed my mouth. "Lick my cunt." She demanded. I slowly kissed my way down her body until I reached the brimming, golden well at the base of her belly. I nuzzled the slippery lips open and began to lap at the source of the slipperiness. She twitched and moaned in pleasure. I warmed to my delightful task, probing deeply with my tongue, then licking or sucking her prominent clit. She squirmed around so that she could reach my pounding organ, taking a firm grip, she began to wank it expertly. Another time, she would have had me shooting off in seconds, but the two loads already dispensed ensured that I could enjoy the skilful friction without losing another load prematurely. I had plans for that. My next emission would be hard up against this sexy creatures cervix, as far as I could get it up her tasty cunt. That cunt was giving up the struggle against my oral attack. Jenny was beginning a massive and noisy orgasm. I quickly repositioned myself, on my knees between her stretched out legs. Seizing her ankles, I raised her legs up into a vee shape, her bubbling slot gleamed invitingly at the junction. I shuffled forward into position. Jenny gripped my erection and crammed it into her hole. She squealed as I rammed full length up her in one mighty thrust. For a few seconds I remained, embedded deep inside her, savouring the heat of her cunt and the spasmodic clutchings at the fleshy invader. Then I began to fuck her with long slow strokes. I was so intent on watching Jenny's tits bounce to my rhythm, that I did not notice that Sue had joined us. Her friend's noisy climax must have wakened her. She silenced Jenny's loud encouragements to me, by kneeing aside her face, pulling her own, rather droopy cunt-lips apart and lowering them onto Jenny's mouth. Sue then leaned forward and engaged me in a deep kiss, completing the erotic triangle of cock in cunt, tongue in cunt and tongue in mouth. I came first, Jenny, microseconds later. I drew back, disengaging. I had come so hard that I needed to check that I had not blown my knob off. Sue leaned forward to suck my come from Jenny's cunt and they both came together, writhing like mating snakes. They disentangled and we lay panting on the grass, with me upside down to the girls. When my heartbeat had returned to it's normal state, I realised that I could see right up two lovely cunts, both of which had enclosed my prick. I was able to reach out and slip two fingers into each hole. I began to move my fingers in and out, keeping them stiff like two small pricks. I could hear the squelch from each. Very erotic. I felt my own prick began to stiffen. I moved my hands so that I had a thumb in each girl and was able to rub each clit as I pumped in and out. They were both very wet, so wet that it was difficult to stay on target. In unison, they each solved the problem by replacing my hands with their own. An even sexier sight than just my hands doing the wanking. My prick rose to full height, hopelessly I thought, I was truly shagged out. I was wrong. No sooner than my equipment had reached full mast, Jenny's began to milk it with her mouth in a way that would have drawn spunk from a statue. My body seemed as taught as a bowstring, straining to release a semen arrow. I felt Sue shudder with yet another orgasm, self induced this time. Could I come again myself? Jenny made sure of it. Without losing her oral grasp on my knob, she turned and straddled my face, presenting her juicy lips to mine. I sucked with a passion, feeding on the juice which just kept flowing. I found her little bud and sucked for all I was worth. Jenny went right down until her nose touched my balls. As I fired my last reserves, not into her mouth but right down her throat, she shuddered out her own, final climax. When we had each regained our senses, we dressed in that agonising silence that follows a sex session with a virtual stranger. The girls told me the name of the pub in which they worked, I gave each of them a business card. But as we kissed goodbye, we all knew that it had been a one off. She Loves Magnificent Balls Mike was about to cross a line that he knew would change everything, but his horny desires were more compelling than his good judgement. Even as he was stepping across the threshold of forbidden lust, he silently wondered to himself, "How did I end up here?" 'Here' was 21 years old, seriously considering marriage, and about to get naughty with the mother of the love of his life. Back when Mike was 13, his family was struck by tragedy. On a family ski trip, Mike's mother and sister were swept away in an avalanche while he and his father stood helpless on an adjacent slope watching the horror unfold. He and his father grieved their great loss. Mike had lost a loving mother and wonderful sister. His father had lost his soulmate and cherished daughter. They both struggled to move on. Two years later, Mike and his father started going to church. That's where they met the Rockers. A family of four that had experienced the heartache of losing a loved one when their son had been killed by a drunk driver. They seemed to understand Mike's and his father's unspeakable pain. The Rockers had a daughter Mike's age named Gloria. They started dating their senior year in high school, only after she had turned 18 as her father demanded. So Mrs. Rocker had slowly grown a place in Mike's life that filled some of the void left by his mother's tragic death. Although Mr. Rocker was less enthusiastic about Mike and Gloria dating, Mrs. Rocker was estatic. Daddy was protective. Mom was attached. Mike was a basketball star. 6'6" and a gifted athlete, he had many scholarship offers for college. But he decided to take the offer from the Bible College about 30 miles from home. This was partly because he wanted to stay close to home at his father's request. But the bigger reason was that he wanted to stay close to Gloria. So, for three years he had been growing as a basketball player and college student, commuting to classes from home. Gloria had immediately went from high school graduation to the family business. So she and Mike were able to spend a lot of time together when he was home. The Rockers had built their business up from scratch. They ran a firm that handled debt consolidation as well as debt collections. It was an interesting model that had proven to be lucrative for them. Mr. Rocker had established several offices in other cities which kept him busy with travel, leaving Gloria in charge of the company headquarters office. She was young, but she was sharp. She knew her stuff. She was fully capable. Mike had long admired Gloria for her smarts and much, much more. The first time he laid eyes on her back in high school, he knew she was the one for him. She was not only smart, but had a great personality and an incredible body. The first time he kissed her, they were on their first date trying to get home before the curfew set by Mr. Rocker. They were parked just around the corner from her home. They kissed. His hands fondled her firm, ripe breasts over her sweater. Moments later they were home on time. An hour later he was sneaking in her bedroom window. It was their first, but certainly not last, memorable fuck they would enjoy. So now he was in college. He chose the Bible College scholarship not for religious beliefs, but for the fact it kept him close to Gloria. Early in his freshman year, Gloria made a demand that Mike found awkward, yet sweet. "I understand that you will be around college coeds everyday, some who will worship you because you are a basketball star. But remember that I love you and I don't want to share you ~ with anyone." Mike nodded and rolled his eyes, signaling that he did not need this lecture. But she then had told him something he neither knew nor expected. "But, I know that things happen. So all I ask is that if you have a fling that you tell me who she is so I can keep an eye on her. Because, baby, once a woman sees those magnificent balls of yours, she will never be satisfied with just one time only." Mike had no idea what the difference was between his "magnificent balls" and those of other guys, but he knew Gloria was serious. She had often worshipped him orally, slurpping his dick and balls like a candy she wanted to make last as long as possible. He shaved them at her request. Seldom did a day past that she did not touch or suck or fondle them tenderly. Mike had no intention of allowing "things to happen" so he agreed to whatever Gloria said. What Mike did not know, is that Gloria had told her mom about this as well. Mrs. Rocker and Gloria had actually had more than one conversation about Mike's "magnificent balls". These were mother-daughter conversations where Gloria confided her secrets to mom. Gloria never imagined that her mother would ever have improper thoughts about Mike or his balls. So Mike was oblivious to Mrs. Rocker's carnal knowledge of his magnificent balls. Gloria was completely misguided in the belief that her mother held zero desire to see those magnificent balls for herself. So when this simple Saturday arrived that would usher Mike to the threshold of forbidden desire, neither Mike or Gloria could have anticipated what was about to happen. Mr. Rocker was away on business. Mike was helping Gloria and Mrs. Rocker manage a small yardsale in their frontyard. It was late morning when Gloria got a phone call. She finished the call and said "Sorry mom, gotta go. You and Mike will have to finish things up on your own." Mike was disappointed, but understanding. The job did that sometimes. Mrs. Rocker was just as understanding, with a secret level of carnal desire just beneath the surface. Time alone with Mike was never a problem for her! Within the hour, Mrs. Rocker suggested that they close up shop and move things back to the storage sheds behind their home. Mike agreed. There was not much heavy lifting. Just loading odds and ends into boxes and then carting them off to the storage sheds. Mrs. Rocker was rolling the final load toward the storage sheds where Mike was stacking boxes. She smiled with curious eyes and asked Mike, "Do you know what this is?" She was pointing at a piece that had not yet sold. Mike laughed. "That's a golfball washer. Common on the golf course." Mrs. Rocker giggled as she said, "A ball washer? How does it work?" Just being able to say the word 'ball' to Mike was arousing to her. Nobody had a clue as to how often and how intensely she allowed her mind to envision Mikes well-hung body exposed to her, giving her a view of those magnificent balls her daughter spoke of. Mike glanced around looking for a golfball he had seen moments ago rattling around in the storage shed. Mrs. Rocker enjoyed the naughty moment of secret lust that she experienced as he bent over rummaging through the odds and ends box. Her eyes admired his long, lean body and how his jeans hugged his ass tight enough to give her a hint of where those magnificent balls were hanging. Mike found the golfball and held it up. "Here's one. Let me show you." Mrs. Rocker silently bantered back at him in her mind, ' Oh baby, I would love for you to show me those magnificent balls right now!' Mike slid the golfball into the washer and pumped the handle up and down, demonstrating how it functioned to Mrs. Rocker. She pretended to be interested. But her craven desires were clouding her mind. Mike, mistaking her gaze as one of interest, asked "You wanna try it?" Her forbidden lusts mixed with her reply as she gushed, "Oh Mike, I would love to clean that ball right now." Her response was awkward to Mike. He was not even sure how to interpret it. Before he could fully think it through, Mrs. Rocker pumped the washer and pulled the golfball out, acting as if she were admiring a priceless diamond. "So this would now be clean? Smooth? Magnificent?" Mike wasn't sure which it was. The glint in her eye. The way she was almost invading his personal space. Or the way she slowly hummed the word 'ma-a-g...n-i-i-f-f-i-i-c-c-c-e-n-n-n-n-t." But he felt vibes coming from Mrs. Rocker much different than anything he had ever encountered from her. He hesitated to respond. "Mike? Are you okay?" He stammered, "Y-y-yeah. Um, yes. That ball would now be ready to go." He purposefully avoided any of the vocabulary Mrs. Rocker had used. She would not let him off that easy. She shifted a bit closer to him. Her eyes locked on his. Her voice a bit more sultry as she repeated, "You mean clean,,, smooth,,, magnificent?" Mike felt something twitch in his pants even as he fumbled for a reasonable explanation to what was happening. But as his mind raced, Mrs. Rocker moved closer, now close enough that her breasts were touching his chest. Mike swallowed, trying to formulate some sensible sentence,,, or phrase,,, or even word. But all he could do was stand in stunned silence. Mrs. Rocker bent her right knee slightly as she lifted her foot to stand on her toes, causing her knee to extend forward. Mike felt the pressure of Mrs. Rocker's knee against his thigh. Silence. Not a word. Then, the sound of the golfball hitting the ground as it fell from Mrs. Rocker's hand echoed off the concrete. As the ball pitter-pattered to a lower and lower bounce, Mike felt his balls pulsating and twitching. Mrs. Rocker broke the wordless silence. "I am a true admirer of magnificent balls, Mike." She was all in. Daring to seduce Mike in that moment of overwhelming desire. She was unsure of whether or not he would respond as she hoped, but this was her chance. Mike felt Mrs. Rocker's knee slide back down, only to be replaced by her hand firmly pressing on his thigh. He had to brace himself lest he be pushed backwards. He had to choose. Brace himself... or step back, step away. He moved his left foot backward about six inches... and braced himself. Mrs. Rocker leaned closer, squeezing her breasts against him as she felt his acceptance of her hand on his thigh. She daringly slithered her hand up his thigh, massaging his strong, firm quad muscles. Mike's eyes dared to look down Mrs. Rocker's top, not the first time, but definitely the most naughty. His eyes admired how her cleavage was squeezed by the firm roundness of her breasts. Gloria's gorgeous looks certainly were in the genes. Mrs. Rocker's hand came to a stop, just inches from the crotch in Mike's jeans. She tilted her head back, drawing Mike'e eyes even deeper down her top, reveling in his lusty leer. She rocked her head back up to look him in the eyes. "I just love magnificent balls, Mike. Can you help me out?" So there he was. About to cross a line, stepping across the threshold of forbidden lust, that he knew would change everything, but his horny desires were more compelling than his good judgement. He allowed his arms to wrap around her waist as he nodded, barely able to mutter aloud, "I think I have something that can help you out, Mrs. Rocker." She smiled as her hand cupped his crotch. "I think you have TWO things that can help me out." And from there, he did it. He crossed the line. He followed her into the house. He crossed the threshold to where there would be no return. She led him by hand to the couch in the patio room. She slowly sunk to her knees, bringing her face to a slow, sensual stop right in front of his crotch. She could see his bulge tightly packed inside. "Magnificent" she cooed as she used her finger to trace a line along the side of the zipper all the way down to the seam. Mike trembled at her touch. Mike trembled at the thought of what was happening. Mrs. Rocker. Gloria's MOM! His body. He looked down at her on her knees, her mouth open and breathing hot breath on the bulge in his jeans. He could feel the heat through the denim. He moaned quietly. Her married mouth nibbled at the thick denim, biting lower to the sack she knew was his balls hanging just below the zipper line. Then something happened. Mikes hands reflexively tugged at her top, and before he even realized what he was doing, Mrs. Rocker lifted her arms over her head, submitting to the actions of Mike's hands. Mike trembled even more. His hands tugged Mrs. Rocker's top higher and higher until he drove it up over her extended arms and flipped it to the floor. His eyes drank in the view of her bare shoulders supporting thin bra straps that dove down to her low-cut, sheer, lacey bra. Mrs. Rocker's hand expertly manuvered Mike's belt and button away, leaving just his zipper in place as she latched on to it with her teeth, tugging it lower. Mike moaned as she again felt his cock and balls twitching, feeling Mrs. Rocker's heat penetrating his jockey shorts. As her mouth did its work, she reached her hand behind her back and unclasped her bra, eager to free it from her body and let her breasts be fully exposed to Mike's young, admiring eyes. Then, she returned her hands to the open flaps of Mike's jeans. She pealed them open. She tugged them lower. He carefully kicked his leg to assist her effort, forcing his leg free from his pants leg. Then he stepped out with his other leg. There Mrs. Rocker knelt, topless and aching for his magnificent balls. There Mike stood, only his jockey shorts in the divide between his swollen cock and magnificent balls, and Mrs. Rocker's eager eyes and mouth. Mike looked down, the vision of her breasts framing his hard bulge. Mrs. Rocker gazed straight ahead as she shoved her thumbs under the waistband of his shorts... and tugged them down... lower and lower until his firm hard cock burst into the open and flopped into her face! As precum smeared on her cheek, she yanked his shorts to his ankles and gasped as she got her first look at his magnificent balls. "Oh shit. They ARE magnificent!" Mike felt her warm, wet tongue slide under his balls and move to her repeated vocalization of the word "magnificent" over and over again. Mike felt the surge of forbidden desire. Mrs. Rocker, his girlfriend's mother, licking his balls as he stared at her exposed breasts. She pushed him backwards until he fell back on the couch. "Spread wide and let me have those magnificent balls, baby" she muttered to him as she dove into his lap. He flung his head back and moaned as she took one of his balls, freshly shaven and smooth, and swirled it in her mouth. For nearly an hour she worshipped his magnificent balls and cock. Finally, unsure of when Gloria might return, she slid his balls against her wet breasts as she sucked him with a final, climactic fervor. Things would never be the same. Mike's cum shot filled Mrs. Rocker's mouth as he bucked in pleasure. As he slumped on the couch, Mrs. Rocker crawled up his body until she could whisper in his ear, "Thank you baby. That was magnificent." Mike did not know what to say. Before he could mumble a word though, she whispered in his ear, "And just so you know, there is more where that came from." And with that, Mrs. Rocker stood up and walked away. Still topless, but forever changed. Still married, but more experienced. And Mike. He fell asleep. Still bottomless, but forever changed. Still yet to marry to Gloria, but more experienced than he ever could have imagined, more than Gloria could ever have imagined. Soon thereafter, he was startled awake by the sound of Gloria's voice in the front room. He scrambled to pull himself together. Fortunately, Mrs. Rocker conveniently delayed Gloria's entrance. Fortunate for Mike. Fortunate for Mrs. Rocker. And, in a naughty way, fortunate for Gloria. She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not Entering the college library, Susan, a slim, dark-haired woman, moved quietly round the shelves to the reference section, and seeking out her usual table in the far corner, walled in on two sides, she placed her laptop on the table and removed her coat. She hung her bag and coat on the back of her chair, walked to the shelves and after selecting the books she needed, returned to the table, opening them up next to the lap top. Carefully she scanned the pages, then switched on the laptop and opened up her work page. Susan sighed deeply and sat back in her chair, ignoring the laptop, books now unnoticed, dragging her fingers through her hair, drawing it away from her face. All she could see was the face and body of her lover, Jess. All she could think about was how Jess felt, tasted, sounded when they made love. How much she simply wanted to be with her. Susan was disappointed and slightly saddened. Having kissed Jess goodbye as she left earlier, snuggling briefly into the soft warmth of her body and inhaling her scent, she had waited for Jess to wish her Happy Valentine's Day. She had wanted to say the same to Jess. She had wanted to tell Jess how much she, Susan, loved her. She wanted to ask Jess to stay with her, be with her. Forever. But Jess had said nothing made no indication that she had even remembered what day it was, and, as always, her courage had failed her, so she had said nothing. She knew she wouldn't be able to cope with the disappointment, the hurt, the pain and the loss, if Jess had rejected her. So many times lately she had thought the moment had come to ask - but each time her courage had failed. She had reasoned with herself, that Valentine's Day would be the perfect day to do the deed. Susan's hand moved automatically to the bag hanging on the chair under her coat, seeking out the shape of the small heart-shaped box that she had been carrying around with her now, for weeks, and the hard edge of the card she had chosen carefully. The box contained the 'outward and visible sign' of her deep love for Jess. Her hand trembled as she touched it, fingertips caressing the soft velvet, closing over its shape drawing it into her hand, which closed over it. Susan had decided to give it to Jess today, tonight, over dinner. But even the thought of this action filled her with trepidation. With a sigh, and imperceptible shake of her head Susan returned to the present and why she was there. Dammit! This just won't do...........I have to get this research finished. She turned to her books and began to flip the pages, making notes, and working on her assignment. She became so engrossed in her work that during one visit to the shelves, she didn't notice the approach of the taller redhead who took up the seat next to Susan's. Very quietly and deliberately, the woman opened her own laptop, took some books from her bag and placed them on the table. Before Susan returned to the table, the woman had moved away to more distant shelves. The redhead, although seeming to be searching for books, was keeping a surreptitious eye on Susan, watching her movements, and as soon as she saw Susan return to her place at the table, the redhead made her way over to her own chair. As she sat down Susan noted the presence of another student, but otherwise took very little notice. Resuming her work, she concentrated on typing up her notes, integrating them into the framework of her assignment, only becoming aware of her neighbour returning to the table, from the scraping of the chair on the floor. Suddenly Susan gasped in shock as she felt a hand slide under her skirt and settle warmly on her thigh. Her head snapped sideways, eyes widening in shock as she recognised her lover, Jess, before lowering briefly to take in the hand on her leg. A sharp rebuke was already forming on her lips when she felt a single long finger gently pressed against them, stilling her outburst, and heard a soft, familiar voice telling her, "Sssshhhhhh, sweetheart, no noise. We don't want to disturb the others do we?" The words were accompanied by a beautiful smile that, as always, melted Susan's heart, and the movement of that hand further up her thigh until the fingers grazed over the satin thong covering Susan's mound, making her gasp again. Her eyes closed at the touch, and a slight shiver ran through her as she felt Jess's other arm move to the back of her chair to lie along it, the hand resting lightly on Susan's shoulder. The redhead's fingertips moved almost imperceptibly in circles over her shirt sending ripples of sensation through Susan's shoulders. Susan was shocked into silence, that this could be happening here, in the library.... with people all around! What on earth was Jess thinking of?! But she seemed unable to resist the touch of those hands. Opening her eyes, Susan saw a pair of brilliant green eyes looking carefully into her own, and heard the sound of the voice that she loved, speaking again. The touch of the other woman's hand on her mound, stroking softly, was making it very difficult to concentrate, and with an effort she forced herself to listen. "Look at your laptop, not at me; to anyone behind us, it looks as if we are working on something together." The woman's voice was soft, gentle, barely above a whisper, but commanding. Susan seemed unable to resist it. All the time, her two hands were moving over Susan's body, arousing her, playing her. The stroking continued, firmer now, and combined with the hand on her shoulder was sending shivers of pleasure up and down her spine. Susan's hands, which had been on the keyboard, now settled shakily on the table, each side of the laptop, as she breathed deeply to try and calm herself. Jess saw the movement and smiled, chuckling softly. Leaning her head close to Susan's to compound the fantasy of studying something, she whispered, "Good girl", her soft breath on Susan's ear and cheek adding to the shivers. "Now open your legs for me, lock your feet around the legs of the chair, move your hips forward more, closer to the edge." Not even considering the option of refusing to do as the redhead asked, Susan did as she was told, shuffling her hips forward, the movement opening her up wide, leaving her vulnerable and available. Susan was rooted to her chair, shocked at what was happening, but seemingly unable to resist the voice or the touch. The stroking was driving her crazy, the bizarre situation arousing her more than she thought possible, her thong already soaked. All the time Jess was talking to her, cranking up her excitement. "I can feel your pussy, it's wet....you're so excited....do you like it when I do this?" she asked, as she slid one finger the length of Susan's lips, pressing the wet material between them. Susan moaned softly, her body stiffening, her hands clutching at the sides of her laptop, desperate for something to hold on to, as she fought the urge to press her hips against that hand and especially that finger. "Oh, you want more?" whispered the woman, as she felt the slight movement of Susan's hips. "Oh god!" moaned Susan, as the woman's finger found her rapidly hardening clit through the now sopping satin, and lightly flicked the tip of her finger over it. "You like that?" whispered the woman, continuing to flick her finger, watching Susan's mouth gasping for breath, her eyes squeezed shut. Swallowing painfully, her mouth so very dry, Susan gasped a reply. "Ye-e-sss. Please, please," she whimpered as softly as she could. "Please, what, sweetheart?" Trying to control her shaking, and breathing, Susan gasped, muttered disjointedly about people coming over to the shelves...they could be seen. Part of her was terrified that they would be seen; the other part was terrified that Jess would stop and leave her hanging. She was so turned on by what was happening that she could hardly breathe. The taller woman stilled her hand, allowing Susan to catch her breath, the hand on her shoulder changing its stroking to a soothing caress. Breathing deeply, Susan turned her head to look at the redhead, and was touched to see concern and gentleness in her eyes. She knew Jess wouldn't do anything to embarrass her, and that thought only stoked her desire even further. Jess smiled, speaking softly. "It's ok, no-one can see. We both have coats on our chairs, just keep looking at the screen with me." As she spoke the last words, Susan gasped to feel the teasing hand sliding under the edge of her thong, brushing over her straining clit, and sliding over her soaked and slick lips. The redhead began a slow stroking over Susan's lips, which had the brunette whimpering in need, her hands seizing the laptop in a white-knuckled grip, and her tensed, splayed legs straining to press her hips against the fingers. The redhead's fingers slid lower, gliding over Susan's lips which were now soaked with her arousal. She began to stroke slowly, eventually sliding one finger under and easily into Susan's pussy. Susan was desperate not to make a sound, but even so a soft moan escaped her lips as the finger slid deeply into her. Her back arched, legs tensed at the sensation as her hips desperately tried to move against the finger. The movement brought a smile to the face of her tormenter as she slowly slid the finger back and forth, then adding a second, producing yet another soft moan. The redhead watched Susan carefully, saw the way she took her bottom lip between her teeth, trying to stop the soft whimpers and moans as the persistent fingers slowly but surely fucked her where she sat. Completely absorbed in the sensations and her rising arousal, fully aware of the depth of her desire from the moisture she could feel, and the sounds she could hear as her lover's fingers slid wetly in and out of her, it was all Susan could do not to cry out when she felt the woman stroke her thumb over her clit. Susan's body jumped in the chair, and moaned her need to the woman teasing her. "Oh god, please...I need...let me..." Jess said nothing, but slowly continued to fuck Susan, fingers pushing deeply, wetly, thumb gliding and circling her hardening clit. Slowly but surely, she could feel Susan's orgasm rising; could hear her soft panting, the sounds she was trying desperately to muffle. When finally the redhead felt Susan's hips lift for that final spasm of pleasure she stopped, pulled back, leaving Susan teetering on the edge and panting softly, whimpering in her need to come. Susan could feel her lover's hand on her shoulder, gripping her tightly through her shirt. She closed her eyes, breathed deeply trying to make herself calm, but at the same time wanting so much for this beautiful woman to finish her, take away the burning need she had created. Susan could feel the wetness between her legs soaking into her thong; she could feel the blood pulsing in her veins and her heart pounding in her chest. Slowly Susan opened her eyes, and gasped at the sight before her. The redhead was sitting close to her with her soaked fingers between her own lips, sucking and licking Susan's juices off them. The woman slowly removed her fingers from her mouth, and moved them close to Susan's, her sparkling eyes urging Susan to taste her own juices. Susan closed her eyes again, trying to calm the sensations roaring through her body as she parted her lips, and felt the long moist fingers slide into her mouth. She felt the hand removed from her shoulder, heard rather than felt a movement beside her, felt the fingers leave her mouth, and when she opened her eyes again...the woman was gone. The sense of disappointment that she felt was almost too much to bear. She was so aroused, wanted so much. Just at that moment, she felt a touch on her knees. She jumped in her seat, stifling a small sound of shock and surprise. She looked down and was stunned to see Jess kneeling under the table, her hands on Susan's knees. Smiling a wicked smile at Susan, Jess took hold of the legs of the chair and slowly pulled it towards her until Susan was jammed hard against the table, making it impossible for Susan to see what was happening. She could only feel what was happening, adding yet another notch to her arousal. Slowly Jess bent her head, until her lips were barely touching Susan's skin. She began kissing slowly up Susan's thighs, her hands reaching for Susan's hips pulling her to the edge of the chair. Under Susan's skirt, she reached for those now very wet panties, pulling them downwards. Realising what she wanted, Susan surreptitiously lifted her hips just enough for Jess to ease the piece of wet satin off her hips, and down her thighs, her calves, and finally over Susan's feet. Susan had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, and so fucking aroused. She could not believe this was happening. In the college library!! Surrounded by people!! Her body jolted in surprise once again, as she felt, Jess's hands pushing her knees apart. She knew what was coming next. She wanted it. So much, but was terrified they would be seen. She hardly dared to breath, could not look down, as she imagined Jess's head moving closer and closer until suddenly she was there. She moaned inwardly as she felt Jess breathe softly on her pussy lips, blowing on her wetness and making her shiver. Then Jess's lips were on Susan's mound, her tongue flicking out, searching for her clit. The pleasure that ripped through Susan as Jess's warm, moist tongue found her clit almost caused the helpless woman to faint; instead she merely gripped the sides of her laptop, biting her bottom lip in a desperate effort to remain silent. And still. She knew she had to keep still. She felt Jess's hands reach for her feet, lifting them up from the floor, pushing them up towards the table, making Susan's knees open wider, her hips to move backwards more, allowing Jess to get closer to her lover's lips. Then Jess's tongue was inside her, pushing, twisting, licking, flicking up over her clit, making her shudder deep inside, as she felt the imminent arrival of an orgasm. Susan felt her stomach muscles begin to clench, felt her body pull inwards, as the orgasm approached. Jess obviously felt it too, as she released Susan's feet, letting them drop on her own thighs. Jess used her hands to hold Susan's hips on the chair as the orgasm rolled through her, every muscle in the brunette's body straining and struggling to hold herself completely still and silent while her brain and pussy exploded in pleasure. Gradually her breathing calmed, the pounding of her heart slowed and quietened, and her senses began to refocus on her surroundings. She became aware of the softness of Jess's tongue gently brushing over her pussy lips, softly but happily gasping at the sensations this extra attention was producing, the soft moistness very welcome. She was still bent over her laptop, knuckles white from gripping it a few moments before, about to move, when she felt Jess's fingers on her, felt something soft being gently but surely pushed inside her, filling her up. The fullness was very pleasant, if unexpected. Jess pushed the chair back, just enough so that Susan could see her. And what a sight, the face she loved grinning up her, glistening with Susan's juices. Jess held up her hands and Susan could see that she was holding a pair of panties. There was writing on them, and as she read the words, she looked quickly at Jess in disbelief, then back at the panties, then back at Jess. When she realised that she's not imaging it, she smiled happily at Jess, fighting back the tears suddenly appearing in her eyes. The panties were adorned with a large red heart, and across it the words, "I love you. Be my valentine?" Unable to speak, Susan reached down a hand and softly touched Jess's lips with her fingertips, smiling happily, silently mouthing the one word, 'Yes'. Jess moved the panties to Susan's feet and slowly pulled them on to her, up her legs and thighs, smiling when Susan lifted her hips briefly to allow Jess to pull them all the way up. Her smile softened even more as she felt Jess's soft lips on her thighs, and heard her voice as she whispered, "Is it safe to come out?" Quickly scanning the room, seeing that everyone else was absorbed in their work, Susan replied a soft 'yes', and Jess scrambled out from under the table, a sheet of paper in her hand, presumably a subterfuge if they had been discovered. Susan had to repress a gurgle of laughter at the thought of trying to explain her state of undress had they been challenged. Resuming her chair, Jess leaned in to Susan, one hand softly caressing her thigh, sending even more trembles through the sated woman's body. Susan felt Jess's breath on her cheek as she whispered, "Those other panties inside you?" Susan turned to face her, eyebrows lifting in surprise. She had forgotten about the fullness inside her, and almost laughed out loud as she now realised it was her own satin thong that was giving her that delightful feeling. "They stay exactly where they are until we both get home...my love." Her lips briefly brushed over Susan's cheek, kissing her gently. "It's my intention to remove them for you.... and replace them with something altogether more pleasurable." Gathering up her things Jess turned to look briefly at Susan, smiling wickedly at the sudden blush on her face, the small gasp of anticipation, and without another word, left the room. Susan sat quietly remembering, her thighs squeezed tightly together as she became more and more aware of the fullness inside her. Her head was unable to concentrate on anything other than the images of what had just happened, and more importantly, those to come. Her face flushed and her hands trembled. She knew she would be unable to work any more today, she wanted only to be with Jess. With shaky legs she returned the books to the shelves, and like Jess, gathered her things and left the room, every movement reminding her of the satin thong inside her, cranking up her anticipation level. Oh yes, this was already a Valentine's Day to remember, but with so much more to come.