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T

By: perunaeen



Anna stood with her naked back pressed tight against the pale yellow wall of her bedroom, her long black hair coming down over her shoulders and laying against the outer sides of her breasts, leaving her erect nipples fully exposed. The movement of her neck was restricted but still enabled her to look directly down onto the busy street below through the opposite window. The people rushing to and fro from office blocks, restaurants and banks in the lunch hour provided welcome entertainment after the few hours she had stood there with little to observe or distract her from her humiliating position. The odd dog pissing against a lamppost or a mother pushing a perambulator could hardly be described as ' action cinema'. Now though, at mid-day the noise and chaos drifted from the street into the stark, bare room; at times voices would provide clarity to the mute action she was voyeur to. If any of the passers by decided to glance up at the window above them they would see Anna naked and helpless. 

Unlike her they have work to do, people to meet and talk to. It wasn't completely without bitterness that she began to mull over her current predicament. Never though did she consider leaving to start anew. She wasn't prepared to exchange the things that she had for those that she didn't, and couldn't imagine having with anyone but him. At 24 years old she was going to enjoy his games while her body could take them. Her pert tits and tight firm arse weren't age defying and there is a limit to the punishment that can be physically endured. 

Before T had left he stripped Anna naked without saying a word and meticulously bound her in position using thin leather strips. She had kicked and tried to bite him but was over powered by his strong arms; knowing that she would regret her outbursts later she had quieted all resistance. Anna had never noticed the hooks on the wall before now but he had threaded the leather through them with such ease that she was sure he had used them many times before. 

Her legs were spread wide and held by thongs around her thin ankles. Forced by the restraints holding her wrists to stand on tiptoes she was very uncomfortable. As T was leaving he had smacked her hard across her upper thighs causing her to fall flat onto her feet and sending pain rushing through her as the thongs cut into her tanned flesh. Her own arms restricted the movement of her head. They were bound so tight and high above her head that by now they were beginning to feel numb. As she was trying to calculate how long she had been in the same position she heard the key turn in the lock. She closed her eyes, knowing that it must be T returning and wondered what was going to happen now.

As T stood in front of her she saw the person her friends saw. Anna with her long dark hair, black round eyes and full lips was always told 'she could do better'. T wasn't exceptionally smart or exceptionally good looking, in fact walking down the street you would barely notice him, perhaps bump into him but definitely not give him a second glance. Today he was dressed in tight blue jeans and a black short-sleeved shirt. He had had a haircut since they had last met. His deep brown hair now flopped over face barely allowing him to see. Anna could see the huge bulge in his pants where the sight of her so helpless was already turning him on. He caught her glancing at his groin from the doorway and quickly crossed the room to force it against her naked shaven pussy. As he rubbed himself against her his jeans chaffed her skin. 

"So, did you miss me?" he asked. He knew that she would be unable to answer, he was leaning his whole weight against her so hard crushing her breasts and making it hard to breath, let alone answer or remain high on her toes.

Kneeling down on the ground below Anna's pussy he had a perfect view of her shaven lips, at first he began to bite gently on the soft flesh of her thighs, holding onto her arse cheeks with both his hands at the same time. Using them to pull her away from the wall and towards his waiting mouth. As Anna let herself relax, her pussy juices began to flow from her slit, shining on her thighs where T was waiting to lick them up. By now T was licking all over her outer pussy taking care to avoid her clit and slit. In attempting to thrust her pussy towards T's mouth the thongs on her wrists dug deeper into her skin, causing her to groan loudly. She could barely stand because she was so desperate to have T's tongue inside her pussy, she was sure if he teased her any longer she would faint.

"Please, please...."

"What do you want me to do? Tell me exactly and I will think about doing it."

"What you are doing is so so good but lick me properly. Please. I want to feel your tongue deep inside me and know that my juices are flowing into your mouth. I need to come." 

Anna knew she was begging but was so horny she didn't care. Her body was so hot and desperate to be touched everywhere. T on the other seem calm and detached, the only sign of his arousal was his hard cock stretching the fabric of his jeans.

"Tell me more." As T said this he bit hard on Anna's shaven pussy lips. It felt so good having him so close to her slit, Anna couldn't say anything and by now was panting heavily and writhing around as much as her restraints would allow her. Knowing that Anna was about to come T stopped teasing her and untied the leather around both of her wrists, after quickly undoing his pants he grabbed Anna by the hair and pulled her head roughly down to his cock. Anna was now bent double with her arse against the wall. It was difficult not to gag on T's cock as he thrust it hard into her mouth. T still had a firm hold of her hair and was using it so he could thrust more and more of his cock into Anna's mouth. As he came he pulled his cock out of her mouth, lifting up her head and coming all over her neck and breasts. 

Despite shooting so much come, T didn't seem any less horny. The blood was already beginning to rush to his cock again. He held Anna by her neck forcing her to stand and rubbing his hand in his cum and offering it to Anna to eat. Anna obliged, keenly licking each drop from T's fingers, the back of his hand and his palm. As Anna was licking T's hand she was using one of her free hands to bring herself off. As her orgasm was approaching T offered his help, thrusting hard into her with two of his fingers and kissing her hard on the mouth. As Anna tried to recover from her orgasm she slumped against T, just at this moment he stepped out of her way, leaving her to fall on the floor on all fours. There was just about enough room for T to stand behind Anna and fuck her hard from behind. He entered her in one deep thrust, holding her by her hips and slowly pulling her back and forth onto his cock. Anna fell forward onto her elbows giving T a perfect view of her arse, as he thrust deep into her Anna began to groan and grind her pussy against T's cock. T and Anna came at the same time, filling Anna's cunt up with his cum. For now, they were both satisfied...

T.A.M.M.I.



I felt strange coming to the small health clinic that my physical therapist had recommended. It was obvious that I'd reached a plateau in my athletic performance, so it was time for some new exercises that also involved mental training. The limo drove me all the way to The Almond Modern Medicine Institute, where I was met by a young, enthusiastic woman. She showed enormous strength even though her body was much smaller than mine, and just not strength, but flexibility and dexterity as well. I was amazed at her attitude and performance. Her entire appearance was simply glowing. 

She showed me to the reception area, where I got to sign a few papers waiting there for me. As I was putting my name on them, a voice greeted me with a welcome and I looked over my shoulder to see a beautiful tall woman, apparently in her prime. 

"Welcome to The Almond Modern Medicine Institute, or TAMMI for short. I'm Olivia Almond." 

We nodded to each other without shaking hands. 

"Your room and therapy is prepared for you, and I'm sure that you will find the next two weeks here very giving to your body and soul. We have prepared a series of tests to examine how we can provide the best treatment for your athletic career. Would you follow me to your room so that we can start your experience here right away?" 

She looked at me for a sign, and I nodded once again, and she turned around and walked down a large corridor with many different sculptures and paintings of impeccable taste. The institute displayed a very exclusive facade in the huge garden, where exotic trees and plants flourished, on the way to the main house. The composition of art in this magnificent house was close to perfection with sculptures standing not only as showcase objects, but also as barriers to shade other areas and enhance other objects and paintings. 

Olivia walked silently before me in a landscape of history, wearing incredibly high heels on which she balanced perfectly on the hard marble floor. Her long white dress was entirely open in the back showing her tanned skin, which lay in excellent contrast to her soft, dark brown hair, which glistened with discrete red highlights. 

"Your trainer has explained your level of training so far, and how it has been set up. The physical exercises will be much more intense that you are used to, but I can assure you that you will not notice how hard your muscles are really working. We will also have a series of mental exercises for you, to prepare you better for your tasks on the field, and we will also monitor your style and make suggestions if we see that you have the physical and mental components suitable for other sports. We will of course prepare all your meals, making sure you get all the nourishment you need. You'll then leave after a complete physical examination, where we will show you in black and white exactly how the two weeks has been effecting you. We will then send you an invitation to return after six months so we can follow up on your therapy." 

It was amazing to hear her speak about what the institute would do for me in a way that sounded like I really wouldn't have to do anything but lay down and sip from fruit cocktails with small umbrellas. She must have sensed my amusement because she turned around and faced me, looking at me with a stern expression. 

"Are we making a mistake to think that you want to be here?" 

I looked at Olivia for a second before I realized it was too late to say a simple "Yes" or "No", so I stuttered out, "No, no, no, I want, I want, I want..." 

"You want? Our therapy requires that you stay focused on the task at hand." 

Turning from me again, she started to walk, with me in her wake, until we reached a small pathway down through some trees and bushes and up to a small bungalow. The inside contained a minimum of furniture, a bed, a chair and a nightstand. I looked around and thought for a while that I had by mistake ended up in a monastery. 

"Undress and my assistant will be here to get you in 15 minutes for your initial evaluation." 

The door closed behind me, and I realized that I had none of the bags with me. I sat down heavily on the bed. It felt extremely hard, like a plain wooden board, and shook my head. What kind of therapy was it to treat their customers to this kind of service? 

I removed all my clothes except my shorts, and lay down on the floor to do a few push-ups while I waited, but the door opened at that very moment, much sooner than I expected. At first I saw small feet enclosed in elegant black 6 inch heels with ankle-straps, but raising my eyes I noticed the woman was completely naked, apart from the heels and a thin black ribbon around her neck. 

"Come with me." 

She had already walked away from the door before I realized that she had spoken, and I got to my feet and followed the gorgeous woman down another path to a steel door set in the rocks nearby. The door opened before her onto a small stairway leading down. She kept walking without saying a word, and I followed looking around me curiously. At the end of the stairs was a corridor leading to yet another door. She paused a bit before the door opened and we entered a room where the walls were covered by machines with blinking lights and readouts. 

In the center of the room was a chair, which immediately made me think of my last dentist appointment. She pointed toward the chair and I understood that I should sit down. Sitting down, I let my eyes wander from machine to machine, across white desks with different gadgets on them. The only things I recognized were test tubes. The rest was either medical or something straight out of science fiction. 

The woman left, leaving me alone in the room, but not for long. Another door opened and in came Olivia, followed by two men and two women. 

"Hello again. It's time for your physical. We'll take a few tubes of blood, which is standard procedure here. We'll check you carefully to make sure you have no hidden or sleeping physical problem or dilemma, which could influence your treatment. We'll then let you go through a few tests to measure mental and physical speed, among other things." 

While she was talking, the assistants were busy making preparations around me and one inserted a needle in my left arm, extracting blood into color-marked tubes of various sizes. When they were done, they withdrew the needle and placed a small protective plaster in the bend of my arm. The efficiency of this place was admirable, as they placed a collar around my right arm and measured my blood pressure then checked my finger to see how much oxygen I had in my red blood cells. After that followed more tests which were new to me, but evidently meant that the Institute would be able to give me more accurately targeted exercises. Each test, regardless how long it took, ended with someone saying "Very good." without saying anything about the actual readouts. 

"It's time for a visual test." 

They took out a helmet that looked like a VR helmet, and placed it over my head. 

"Follow the red dot." 

It was no problem to follow the small red dot that was moving up, down, left or right in a random pattern. Once again someone said "Very good." yet the helmet wasn't removed. I couldn't see a thing, but the darkness sat heavily on my eyes before written words appeared. The instructions were to read questions and answer them by looking at the correct answer, and the questions came both in writing and, in some cases, as sounds. The questions came slowly to begin with, but after a few correct answers the questions started to appear more quickly as I kept on answering them. Some questions were really easy such as recognizing colors, or if a sound came from left or right, while other questions required some time to comprehend and answer. I had no idea how much time had passed, but eventually everything went black and silent again. For a few moments I waited until the helmet was removed from my eyes and I could see that the four assistants had left Olivia and myself alone in the room. 

"You've done well. It's now time for your first exercise. Kiss my feet." 

"What?" 

"Kiss my feet. You know you want to. You've felt an urge to do so since you first saw me. The heels, and in particular the ankle-strap, make you want it even more. Just stand up and kneel before my feet and kiss them. No-one is watching, no-one will know." 

To my surprise, I actually did what she was saying. Yet something told me that I was fighting each action as well, as if my muscles were making my body run in a different direction. Even lowering myself suddenly felt like the exercises I'd had running in water. Finally reaching her beautiful feet I felt as if my heart was pumping 200 a minute and I had difficulty breathing. I was exhausted from this incredibly small task, but I wasn't sweating at all. When my lips were about to touch her skin, she moved her feet and spoke. 

"See how we've increased your muscular activity? Can you imagine what a decathlon would feel like now when you're not even capable of kneeling and kissing my feet without great exhaustion? This is what T.A.M.M.I. does to you. Would you like to meet Tammi in person?" 

I didn't understand the question she was asking, but without waiting for my reply, not that I would be able to give one anyway, I saw her heels walk out through the door she had entered. Moments later another set of heels entered, 9 inches high, elegantly black with strings of gold and double ankle-straps, with the name, Tammi, embroidered in gold. 

I felt a pair of hands lifting me up, and the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen looked at me with a kind smile. Her blue eyes sparkled like two deep wells, above a cute small nose and delicately thin pink lips. She had high cheekbones and long red hair framing her beautiful face with natural waves. There wasn't a split end to be seen anywhere. Her skin appeared perfect in color and texture, down to the single mole on her left cheek. She lifted me up with no effort at all, and placed me in the chair as if I weighed nothing. I noticed how her muscles flexed inside her arms and abdomen as she moved me, and I could see her entire being before me. She was a perfect ten if God ever made one. Her firm, naked body appeared to be 37-24-34, and about 6 feet tall. She smiled at me, and showed her empty palms to me. 

"Come, let's teach you how to walk again." 

I tried to raise my hands again, but I seemed immobile. However, didn't give up at that, and finally I was able to place my right hand in her left. After great effort I finally managed to have both hands in hers, and I was panting like a dog. 

"What is happening to me?" I asked with a slight taste of blood in my mouth as if I had worked myself to the very limit of my capabilities. I could hear how full of despair my voice was, and truthfully I was scared beyond belief. Yet I couldn't help but feel calm as I kept eye contact with this gorgeous woman. She just smiled, kindly showing off her perfect white teeth to me, slightly licking her lips as if she wanted to make sure they were moist before she answered my question. 

"You're learning all over again, the proper way, so that your body has a chance to build the proper nerve-connections to your muscle-fibers. This way you'll have better control over your muscles, not only when it comes to strength, but also precision, dexterity, endurance and so forth, and isn't that what an athlete participating in the decathlon needs? I'm doing all of this to you." 

I felt good in her presence, and with her help I stood up, only to fall to the floor with a loud thump. She was standing a few feet from me, and as I lay on my back her angelic appearance raised high into the heavens, the large white lights in the roof making it impossible to make out her face. With the reserves I still had left in my body I turned around on my stomach and instinctively started to crawl towards her like a baby. 

"That's it my child, you can't learn how to walk before you can crawl, and time is ticking. The more you learn under my supervision the more you will see the result when our time is up. You have to want to become better. You have to want to grow up again. Do you want to learn? Do you want to become better?" 

"Yes" I replied without hesitation, understanding how patients, after traffic accidents, had to learn over again how to use their legs or arms. In my case, it was about my entire body. Except for my head. My thoughts were clear. So was my sight and hearing, but the commands from my brain were not accepted by my muscles as they once were. 

"Good, now crawl to me. You have to be up on your feet and walking tonight, and from where I'm standing you're pitiful in your efforts to improve. Come on, come here!" 

Her tone of voice and choice of words hurt my manliness, and for that reason I forced myself to crawl towards her. I thought, for a fraction of a second, that it took too long to crawl, so I got up on my feet and started to walk: It must have appeared as if I was under the influence of large amounts of alcohol as I was stumbling towards her. Her voice kept guiding me. 

"Good. That's very, very good. Keep it going. You're already up on your feet. That's an excellent sign. It means your body is adapting quickly to the new conditions. Go on, you're doing great. Keep it up and I'll give you a reward for your hard work. Each performed improvement will be embraced with a generous reward, both in short and long term." 

She kept smiling, licking her lips while she turned around and leaned forward showing off her perfectly shaped behind, and watching over her shoulder at me she said with an incredibly sexy tone of voice. 

"Kiss my ass, and you'll feel something wonderful happening." 

I watched her wiggling behind like a mirage before me, and like a very thirsty man in the desert I moved to the oasis before me, hoping to find fluids to drink, and staggered by it all I stumbled on towards her. When I was finally in reach of her swaying perfection, I leaned down with great difficulty and felt my lips caress her cheeks in a soft kiss. At the same moment, I felt my manhood rise to the occasion and Tammi told me to fuck her from behind right there and then. Her commands didn't seem the least bit odd, in fact that was all I wanted to do, except for the thoughts that were rushing in my head wondering if that would drain me of all my strength. She lead me in place and I felt her smoothness against the tip of my cock, but before I could push my hips forward and enter her from behind, the sensation of my orgasm startled me and I moaned while she gently teased my head and whispered. 

"Can't hold back, can you?" she softly laughed as I found myself ejaculating heavily in her hand, spraying her palm with jet after jet of hot white semen, and finally falling to my knees behind her. 

"See how incredible my ass is? The very touch makes you rock hard and craving for sexual release. Even now when you have drained your balls, leaning against my ass keeps you hard and wanting more." 

She stepped away, wiping her hand with a tissue, and said. 

"There is plenty of that if you're behaving, and while you're on your knees, you're just in the position to understand the terms of the treatment you'll be getting from now on. To begin with, you're not on your knees right now, you've been moved to a specially designed bed in the Institute. Bed Foxtrot Alpha Sierra to be exact. Your body is being given exactly what it needs and your muscles will be given exercises for long hours each day forcing your muscle mass to increase. The activities also makes sure that your bones are kept in the best possible condition, while your nerves are forced to adapt to the higher intensity training, but you will only notice what goes on in this world, a world where I rule. If you decide not to work in here you will find that I have ways to punish you immediately, and the Institute is also capable of causing your career great harm, possibly long jail sentences. As you come in here, you also come in your bed, where the staff will collect your strong semen for further experimentation and genetic research, which is another research branch. Perhaps you'll be the unknown father of the next generation of athletes, or perhaps you're already the result of several decades of research." 

She elegantly picked me up and slammed me down in the bungalow board bed. In reality it would have been a couple of minutes’ walk, but she was right. In this world, she ruled and was able to move very quickly from one point to another. She told me that I would do best to sleep in order to keep up with the pace of the days to come, and vanished before my eyes. I started to cry as I realized that I had been conned into being at the Institute for two weeks, trapped to a bed and blackmailed not to reveal anything about it. 

I woke up the next morning hearing Tammi shouting loud. 

"GET UP!!!" 

I slowly moved my legs outside the bed and came to a seated position while she kept screaming. 

"GET UP!!! MOVE IT!!! COME ON, WE HAVEN'T GOT ALL DAY!!!" 

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I rubbed my eyes and was instantly slapped across my cheek with her open hand. 

"You're already awake, get that through your thick head." 

I looked at her, as if she was a nightmare, still vaguely in my dreams, and said. 

"It's 5AM in…" 

She slapped me again, this time so hard my jaw felt as if it were displaced and I fell to the floor. 

"YOU ARE ALREADY AWAKE!!!" 

Looking up at the loud wake-up call, I moved to my feet. When I was standing straight before her, she smiled and grabbed my jaw with her delicate fingers as if she wanted to make sure nothing had happened, but it was instantly followed by a heavy kick in my groin, causing me to fall back on the floor with a silent scream. The pain was incredibly intense, but I didn't pass out, which I would have done normally. When I realized that she could inflict so much pain without causing me to blackout I started screaming, only to be silenced by her hand around my jaw. 

"Control your emotions, control the pain, and control your reactions to it." 

She moved close to me, as close as two lovers would be, and with her lips touching my lips she whispered. 

"You're mine, and you have nowhere to go. You'll do exactly as I instruct you to do, when I instruct you, and without hesitation." 

I tried to say something, but her painfully tight grip didn't make it possible for me to say anything, and she continued. 

"Don't try to comprehend, you're not capable of understanding it..." 

She released her grip, and moved away, signing me to follow her out as she ended the sentence. 

"...yet." 

As I followed her outside the bungalow, I noticed that it was in the middle of an arena, and Tammi pointed to the starting line of the opening sprint. I moved to it, hearing my pulse like a huge drum pounding in my head, and I forced myself to a starting position. I heard a gun being fired and I began to run as quickly as I possibly could. I saw the finishing line in front of me and continued to run while Tammi slowly walked next to me. 

"What are you waiting for?" 

I looked down and noticed that my right foot was still in the blocks, while my left foot was in the air, just an inch above the ground. My mind screamed for a timeout, for some sort of straw to cling on to in this utterly strange world, but there was none to be found. Tammi got down on her knees and pointed at my left foot. 

"You're already wrong and you haven't started. From the moment your feet leave the blocks, the angle in your legs and body is wrong because your feet aren't supporting your weight correctly." 

She placed her index finger against my hanging foot and pushed it marginally. Then she did the same with my right foot, very gently turned it and pointed out the differences between what I had been doing and how these small things would correct my balance, how it would increase my speed and get me to an upright position more quickly. Then, suddenly, I felt the wind like a storm in my face as I rushed against the finishing line and broke the ribbon there waiting for me.




T.A.M.M.I.



"Good, you've just set a new personal best by 4 hundredths of a second. Tomorrow you'll need to improve that even more. So what are you waiting for? Pampering? Some water? A massage? Go on!" 

A personal best, I thought to myself, as I realized that I was standing ready for the long jump. Noticing my usual blue and white tape, I started off with my normal approach, increasing speed as I approached the board.

"Don't look at it! You already know it's white, so why look at it? Look at me and my incredible ass, here at the 10 meter line. Jump for it! Just think of what it would do to you." 

Flying through the air with Tammi’s swaying ass before me I felt as if I touched ground all too soon, and with that I felt Tammi's naked foot forcefully hitting my face, which would have knocked out any normal person. I was stunned, flat on my back, as I looked up at my brutal trainer, and she screamed to be heard. 

"Pain is your ally! Embrace it as your soul mate!" 

The day continued with all the other events, not like any normal practice or competition, and by the end of the first practice I felt nothing anymore. My senses had been exposed to so much that they simply shut down, but my captor kept me going until the end. I didn't see anything, hear anything. I couldn't sense the ground beneath my feet or smell my own sweat. I was just a thought of an athlete falling down onto the grass. As time passed my hearing came back with Tammi's voice explaining that I had reached the first plane. It was time to break the barrier. 

"What barrier?" 

I could hear her move somewhere near me and as my sight began to return to my tearful eyes I saw her lowering herself towards me. Without answering my question she let her hands slide carefully over my bruised body, healing each painful square inch with her gentle touch, and above my face was the promising mirage of her ass. Looking down she saw my dizzy eyes gazing, and she uttered softly. 

"To progress you first have to hit bottom in order to have solid ground to push yourself up from. You're there now, so reach for the bottom and begin to progress. Go for it, kiss my bottom and let all float to the surface. Feel how my hands are healing your aching body already, so kiss it and heal your longing spirit with a single kiss." 

I reached up, finding her incredible ass, and let my lips brush the skin before my head fell down in the board bed she had suddenly moved us to. The hardness of the bed was matched by the hardness of my rigid cock. I had no strength, no control, no will to move a muscle, but Tammi moved herself to sit on top of my legs, and held me in both hands as I was racing towards satisfaction and just before release she let go and said. 

"You're truly mine, and I will mould you into the athlete you would like to be now, but what will happen when I have completed the transformation? Think about what you have to gain, your freedom and glory, but you will lose the feeling that you have right now. The perfect sweetness of an eternal orgasm." 

I felt cum ooze slowly up from the small hole, and each time I thought it was ending I found myself surprised by the increasing satisfaction. Tammi moved to stand right beside me and stood motionless smiling by my side as my body started squirming from the intensity of the orgasm, which just kept building. In minutes I was arching my back with my cock raised high against the ceiling. I could feel her lips against the cheek close to my right ear before she whispered the last words for the night. 

"Try getting some sleep." 

I didn't. 

Two weeks passed with Tammi waking me up at optimal hours, when my mind had been given the correct amount of time to deal with the sorting of impressions from the day, regardless what time of day it was. At times I cried, if I was alone, but sometimes in the presence of Tammi. At other times I couldn't help falling in love with this wonderful person who abused, but never used, my body for my own greater good, who really knew what strings to pull in order to push me beyond my limits. The affection was at its’ peak, especially during the times when she would generously offer her rewards to me, when I had been showing major improvements. The expertise she owned to drive me into outdoing myself was amazing, and she helped me realize that I actually could improve on all my results. 

"It's important that you understand that your body isn't used to the max. Your mind is sending out signals that block your possibilities to improve further, but this is changing. Remember how you had difficulties walking just a couple of days ago? Now you're running all the distances with great ease, throwing the javelin with higher technical precision and accuracy, but most of all coordinating the pole vault closer and closer to perfection each day. It's not because you couldn't before, it's because you now know that you can do it. Your mind isn't sending out those thoughts that are blocking your actions and consequently your results." 

Of course, she was right. I had been enlightened for sure, seeing the world and athletic disciplines in a very different way. Just the ease of understanding the mental blocks and how they worked was enough to comprehend that, by removing them and pushing my body further, the results would show instantly. And yet, each time I realized something new, I cried harder in my solitude, before sleeping from the abuse she made me endure, from the moment I woke up until the moment I fell asleep. She never hesitated to inflict pain when I wasn't performing in the way that she expected, which was on a daily basis. Her expectations were just too high, yet somehow I met them some way through her knowledge to perform even better. How could it be that I hated and loved her so sincerely? 

When two weeks had passed she put me to sleep one last time. Smiling generously at me, she placed her hands behind her back and told me that I was allowed to do one thing to her before this last night ended. All the anger that had been building up inside my heart boiled to the surface and I ran against her with my hand high, aiming to hit her as hard as I could, but when I reached her I lowered my hand, kneeled, and kiss her feet. She leaned down and rolled me over on my back. I was so ashamed of myself while she held me down on my back and softly talked to me as if she were telling me a fairytale. 

"Don't miss me too much. You are experiencing Stockholm syndrome. When captives fall in love with their captor. Even if that is very sweet of you, I need no protecting. I will be here waiting if you want to come back in six months. Just remember what has been and learn from it. Make me proud, and let your new knowledge lead you to great victories."

One last time I saw her smile, while the world faded away into complete darkness, and I woke up with the helmet removed for real. Olivia was sitting by the bed in silence, and greeted me with kindness as I sat up. She seemed different from what I remembered of her. I noticed small dots in her eyes, things I had never been able to detect before, and while she spoke about the results of my treatment and the increase of strength, endurance, flexibility and so forth, I watched the three letters F.A.S. on the bedpost. I felt refreshed and got up to receive the medical protocol that Olivia had been reading from, and noticed how her wrist smelled sweet with perfume, yet blended with the sweat in her hand it smelled strangely thick and musky. 

"It's incredible! No one has increased muscle mass this much in two weeks, nor has anyone enhanced their senses as much as you have. Your values have, in some cases, doubled, so you're probably seeing and hearing much more intensely now than you have ever done before." 

"My smelling seems heightened too." 

"Yes all of your senses, but also your capability to learn as well. Look at the chart and tell me what you see." 

I looked down and started to explain the readouts and charts as if it was obvious to anyone. After speaking for 10 seconds about what I was reading I stopped in total surprise. Was I really reading and speaking? How was it possible that I knew? Olivia must have understood my reaction and placed her hand on my shoulder. 

"Tammi removed your mental blocks to improve your athletic capabilities, but those mental blocks were also preventing you from learning other things. She's kept repeating terms and knowledge that would embed themselves in your conscious mind, which is why you're now understanding your medical chart. How do you feel?" 

Olivia showed me through a few doors to a dining room where dinner was already served, while I explained to her the sensation I was trying to comprehend. For the duration of an hour I had the chance of dine with Olivia and talk about things I had never talked about or understood before, and enjoy a meal of great delight. Leaving T.A.M.M.I. the scents from the plants in the garden made me close my eyes and inhale the sensations. I could see Tammi smiling there in the darkness of my eyelids, waving good-bye, for now, her voice speaking softly. 

"Make me proud." 

The following month became a repeated and constant improvement of my personal best, passing the 8000-point barrier much sooner than I ever hoped. It seemed to everyone that I was a potential candidate for an Olympic medal, as I passed 8500 onward against 9000. 

One winter’s day, after six months had flown by, I returned to the Institute for a check-up, and everyone was pleased with the results. It was, of course, expected that my muscles wouldn't grow much more, but my strength was increasing, which was a positive sign. Returning became the beginning of my night classes with Tammi, and I couldn't help falling more deeply in love with this wonderful woman, who was not only my personal trainer, but also my teacher, my mentor, and in more ways than I could count, my Goddess.

At the age of 24, I decided that there would be no use in being the first to pass 9000 points, so instead, I carefully decreased my results to make it appear that I had reached my peak and when the outdoor season was over, just a couple of days before my 25th birthday, I announced that I would stop competing. It made headline news for a week, but like all old news I was forgotten a week later. I applied to M.I.T. and I was accepted, graduating with a double major in System Design and Linguistics. Soon after graduation, I was employed by the Institute as a system wide designer and programmer, updating the system and also developing an improved interface suit which would allow me to be with Tammi more. 

I spent several hours a day chatting to and mailing Tammi, even when I was away on trips. Each day was a new learning experience, when I found out more about computer science and the political agenda, which I then used to influence politicians, businessmen and students, into making decisions which would benefit themselves and others. Tammi was the driving force to all I did, and on a glorious day, at the age of 32, I applied to the Supreme Court to be the first to marry a non-human American. The circle was completed at the moment we said, "I do" to each other.



T.A.T.Ued



This was one of my first stories that I did along time ago, I thought it was lost but found the disk it was on and decided to see what it would do, so I don't no how good it is, don't hold it against me I've improved since this LOL

"All the things she said, all the things she said, all the things she said, all the thing…” Lena Katina and Yulia Volkova's voices trailed off as they stood on stage at the end of their massive hit All The Things She Said, they looked down on their adoring fans who chanted their names repeatedly.

Lena gave a wave before turning to Yulia to give the fans what they wanted. She slowly leaned her face to Yulia's and their lips presses together. Yulia opened her mouth and let Lena's tongue slide in slowly caressing each other’s mouths as the crowd egged them on with screams. The kiss ended and they both waved as they made their way off stage.

"Great show tonight wasn't it" Lena said to Yulia who smiled and nodded as she went to get a cool drink from the side "Did you see those two in the front row?" she asked wiping her forehead down getting rid of the sweat that had amassed from the hot lights on and off stage.

"What two? There was loads out there tonight" Yulia replied after swallowing the refreshing drink. 

"The two directly in front of us the blonde and the redhead didn't you see them god they were nice looking with great tits" Lena rubbed her own breasts as she said it the sweat had caused it to cling to her body tightly giving a nice feel to her firm breasts.

"Oh yeah I saw them they were nice weren’t they just how I like a woman, like you" Yulia remarked a smile crossing her face as she walked over to Lena who had turned to look out to the crowd to see if they were still there. 

Her attention was broken when she felt Yulia's hand's wrap around her chest squeezing her breasts before working their way down her stomach and finally resting on her cotton panty and short school girl skirt covered crotch. Her face pushed into Lena's neck giving her light kisses up and down it. Lena moved her left hand back around Yulia and pulled her tight to her body feeling her breasts squash against her school shirt covered back.

"Hhhmmmm oh there they are" Lena said her voice suddenly becoming exited Yulia looked up from Lena's neck to see where she was looking she rested her chin on Lena's shoulder as she saw the two beauties walking around the backstage entrance area of the stage.

"Why don't we go say hello?" Yulia suggested as she put her hand once again on Lena's breasts. 

Lena didn't answer with words she just smiled and started walking towards the two who seemed not to notice them coming.

"Hi enjoy the show," Lena asked causing the blonde to spin around to face the T.A.T.U girls her hair settling on her shoulder only to be moved behind her by a waft of her right hand.

"Err yeah ... yeah ohh my god" the attractive blonde was lost for words as she spoke she could not believe it was T.A.T.U she was speaking to she had never expected this. 

"Good we aim to please" Yulia interrupted her stammering and smiled at Lena as the blonde tried to regain her composure and speak clearly.

"I’m Jenny and this is my friend Amy," she said looking at the red-haired girl who had been stood in shock next to her.

Jenny was 5'7 about 19 with long Blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail, she had a beautiful face, huge firm tits, a thin waist, and long shapely legs that seemed to never end.

Amy was slightly shorter about 5'5 and a little older about 21 with shoulder length deep red hair left loose, she was good looking but not quite as good as Jenny, her tits were also a bit smaller but still big for her thin frame, and to say she was a little shorter she had legs just as long as Jenny's.

"Nice to meet you two, we saw you in the crowd while we were on stage you seemed really exited so you liked what you saw then?" Yulia asked as she put her arm around Lena's shoulders giving it a slight squeeze.

Jenny and Amy both nodded, their faces still showing the shock of meeting them in person "We're really big fans of yours" Jenny began. 

"Its such a shock to meet you" Amy interrupted "I can’t believe it"

Lena and Yulia both smiled and looked at each other before speaking something in Russian to each other. 

Yulia started “God Amy's hot she's mine you can have Jenny" 

To which Lena replied, "That’s a deal, she's so hot I can't wait much longer".

Jenny and Amy looked at each other a bit bewildered by what the Russian two some might be saying they smiled happily as Lena and Yulia looked back towards them grinning wildly.

"Would you two like to come back with us to our hotel for a little after show special?" Lena asked the two hot babes before her who quickly nodded their heads in agreement after a few seconds of wide eyed staring the shock still sinking in that they were taking to the two in person and had just been invited to what sounded like a party with them, then after being lead by the two to their dressing room and watching them change from their school girl uniforms to some tight leather jeans they all set off towards the cars that took the T.A.T.U girls from and to shows.

It was about 45 mins before the car arrived at the hotel Lena and Yulia had put on quite a show in the back having long kissing and touching sessions in the back of the car as Amy and Jenny looked on they were starting to get into the swing of things giving each other’s thighs a light caress and squeeze as they watched Lena push her tongue deep into Yulia's mouth her hands rubbing Yulia's tits and Yulia's hands roughly grabbing Lena's ass and giving the tight little orbs a good rub and fondle before moving them back to her back and head.

Lena and Yulia checked in and took Amy and Jenny up to their room which was big with a king-size bed at the far end pushed up against the wall, the room was big also a window on the left providing a lot of light but the large chandler on the ceiling giving off the most magnificent light they had seen. 

Lena and Yulia quickly pushed Amy and Jenny respectively towards it, laying them back when they reached it so Jenny and Amy were looking up at them as they looked down at the two fans and smiled wickedly at each other.

Jenny was lying to the left Amy to the right of the bed as Yulia and Lena looked at them Jenny's ponytail had come undone and her hair now flowed free. Their lose hair mixing in a clump of red streaked with blonde it looked so sexy seeing the two laid together about a foot between them Lena thought to herself as she felt Yulia place her hand in hers pulling her onto the bed practically on top of the two women who wrapped their legs around each of the singers as they laid practically directly on top of them slightly off centre Yulia on Amy, Lena on Jenny. 

Both TATU girls slowly gave their respective lovers a long passionate kiss their tongues intertwining and licking each part of the others it was Lena and Jenny who stopped first, Lena raising all her weight on her arms pulling her tits off Jenny's and looking deep into Jenny's eyes.

They both looked over to Yulia and Amy who were still kissing Amy had wrapped her legs around Yulia's stomach holding her tight to her body, they sensed the eyes on them and stopped Yulia pushing up like Lena next to her Amy's legs still holding her tight though, Lena and Yulia leaned into each other and kissed quickly before turning back to their partners. 

"Time to get naked I think," they both said together to which Amy and Jenny nodded eagerly.

Yulia and Lena both got off the bed and stood before the two beauties before them it was Lena who made the first move slowly, sexily grabbing the bottom of the thin blue t-shirt and wiggling her hips and waist the 18 year old singer pulled it over her head exposing her tight white bra that was obviously too small by at least a size she dropped it and looked over to Yulia who had done the same exposing her bra covered chest too, next came their matching tight black leather jeans they slowly unzipped the front and began to slide them down until they were able to flick them off with their feet, now they stood in only bra's that were too small causing their breasts to push up and look bigger and their tight cotton white panties that hugged their figures to perfection highlighting every curve of their legs and ass.

Once they were both ready they looked at Amy and Jenny who had also been franticly ripping off their clothes they both now lay naked on the bed, Jenny with her 36 DD tits moving rapidly up and down as she breathed heavily from all the expectation and excitement her pussy already wet and Amy laying next to her, her own 34 D tits swaying as she moved around on the bed to the position she was in before laid next to her friend Jenny.

Lena and Yulia smiled as they looked at the two sex goddesses on the bed before Yulia moved behind Lena and while slowly kissing her neck undid her bra letting it drop to the floor giving Amy and Jenny a good look before cupping them with her hand and giving them a good squeeze and the painfully erect nipples a pinch between her slender fingers this evoked a moan from Lena as the sensation went straight to her pussy causing her panties to become soaked, soon Lena had done the same to Yulia now all they had on was their white cotton panties with a visible damp spot right over their pussy lips which could just be made out threw the damp material.

While all this had been going on Amy had been rubbing Jenny's thigh just like in the car on the way here causing Jenny to moan too she suddenly grabbed Amy's hand and brought it up to her drenched pussy Amy got the idea and began rubbing her thin fingers up and down the ever widening lips of Jenny's aching pussy. 

"Oohhh god yesssss Amy yes, rub me, rub me mmmmmmmm YYYYEEESSSSS" Jenny moaned/screamed out. 

As Amy worked 2 fingers into Jenny she began to rub her own pussy too then she felt Jenny cum on her fingers it was so erotic to Amy she had never felt anyone not even herself cum on her fingers let alone her best friend Jenny, she slowly removed her fingers and brought them to her mouth licking the juice off her middle and index fingers before pushing them both into her mouth and closing her lips around them savouring the taste. 

Jenny was starting to come down from her orgasm when she looked back up to Lena who was still behind Yulia but had now got her left hand slid down the front of her panties rubbing her clit and her right hand rubbing her breasts like an expert Yulia had her eyes closed and was moaning out her own hands behind her one wrapped around Lena's panty covered ass pulling her close the other tucked in to her panties and her pussy.

Jenny looked on in amazement at the two before looking at Amy who was still sucking her fingers, she stopped when she saw Jenny looking and removed her fingers smiling she lowered her hand back to the bad and moved her face closer to Jenny who responded by closing her eyes and pouting her lips it wasn't long before she felt Amy's press to hers, Amy's tongue pushing past her lips into her mouth she opened her lips up slightly so Amy could get better access to her and hey kissed more passionately then they ever had with any men.

As they were consumed with each other, they could hear Lena and Yulia moaning and screaming with pleasure as their fingers did their work on each other expertly. It seemed like hours had passed but really it was only minutes when their kiss stopped and they looked at the two 18 year olds standing above them looking down on them one over the others shoulder they had finished all their fingers could do to satisfy them and now they were ready for the main event.

Lena smiled as she took hold of Yulia's cotton panties placing a finger in each side of the waistband and gently pulling them down over her thighs and down to the ground, Lena followed then bending the knees so her face was now in line with Yulia's naked ass Yulia could now feel her breath blowing softly on her perfect tight ass as Lena breathed this sent a shiver threw her, Lena brought her hands back up Yulia's legs feeling her smooth skin before resting her hand on her hips and leaning her face forwards and placing soft kisses on Yulia's smooth ass each one sending shivers threw her, Amy and Jenny just watched open mouthed as this fit 18 singer had her ass kissed by her on and off stage partner.

"Mmmmm that’s nice you know just what I like" Yulia moaned out as Lena's hand came closer to her pussy Yulia grabbed them and pulled her to her feet before moving around behind her and repeating the process on her only this time she gave Lena's ass a more passionate kiss licking her soft flesh leaving a trail of saliva along her ass cheeks towards her little hole, once there she stopped and they both turned side on to the two girls on the bed who were still watching eagerly waiting to see what would happen next they were pleasantly surprised when Yulia licked around Lena's hole and grabbed her asscheeks with both hand opening her hole wide before pushing her tongue inside this cause a deep moan from Lena.

"Ooooh mmmmmmmm ohhh Yulia mmmmm yesss mmmm" she had obviously had this done before and loved it Amy thought as she was overcome by the moan from Lena, Yulia kept moving her tongue around in Lena's ass causing more moans to emit from her smiling mouth. 

Yulia finally stopped licking Lena's ass and stood next to her as they both smiled at Amy and Jenny who smiled back at them they were all exited and ready.

Slowly Yulia and Lena walked towards the bed placing one knee each on it pulled themselves up onto the bed and positioned themselves as before Lena straddling Jenny and Yulia straddling Amy they all looked at one another for a few seconds before Lena leaned down and planted a deep kiss on Jenny who responded in kind she grabbed Lena by the hips and began rubbing just above her tight ass then on to her thighs Lena moaned into Jenny's mouth as her hands moved up to the blonde's large breasts rubbing them lightly causing Jenny to moan back into Lena's mouth this spurred her on to gripping the nipples in her fingers and giving a quite hard pull on them causing Jenny to moan louder and open her mouth more giving Lena's tongue more room to work.

Amy and Yulia had also begun kissing in much the same way only here Amy had her fingers placed closely to Yulia's asshole giving it little flicks with her sensitive fingertips Yulia loved the feel of anything on her ass and let Amy know. 

"Oooh god yessss mmmmmm touch me there that’s it mmmm oohhh" she moaned out as she broke off the kiss and began gyrating her hips on Amy's pushing her thighs further apart and rubbing her hairless pussy on to her lovers soft smooth skin, Amy responded to the request and moved her middle finger into Yulia's ass causing her to scream out with pleasure as the finger was joined immediately by a second they then began rapidly moving in and out of the tight hole.

"Aaarrgggghhhhh Lena this ooohhhh slut know just hooooowwwwww" Yulia's voice suddenly went high and long as she felt the fingers push all the way up her ass to the knuckle stretching her wildly before moving back to the tip and back up again.

"How to... to use an ass" she managed to finally splutter out Lena was too wrapped up in licking Jenny's mouth and tongue and twisting her nipples to respond to Yulia who was now moving her hips in small circles rubbing her drenched pussy on Amy's and making it easier to push her fingers up into her ass it only took a few of these circles to give Yulia a mind blowing orgasm.

"OOOOOOHHHHHHH YYYYEEEESSSS YYYYEEESSS OOOHHHH MMMMMMM GOD MMMM OOOOWWWWW" Yulia screamed out as she came on Amy who loved the feeling of Yulia's juice flowing down her thighs on to her own soaked pussy lips pushing her to the edge of an orgasm too.

While this had been happening Jenny and Lena had been continuing their kiss and nipple pulling session but they had moved on abit now Jenny had opened her legs more causing Lena to open hers fully so that her pussy was now exposed and pushed against Jenny's mashing against the overly sensitive blood filled folds their juices mixing in a delightful cocktail before being rubbed around the sensitive hols by Lena's hip movements.

"Mmmmmm ooohhh wow" they both moaned out as they felt the mutual pleasure they shared Lena had now let go of Jenny's painfully erect nipples and was using her skilled hands to rub Jenny's now loose blonde hair around her head as the blonde repaid the pleasure by rubbing Lena's nipples while the Russian beauty sat upright on her groin.

Jenny looked over at her friend who was now flat on her back with Yulia leaning over her, her tits hanging down over her face as she had the left nipple in her mouth sucking it like a baby sucking for milk from it's mother Yulia was moaning and crying out as Amy's tongue would flick over her sensitive nipple her fingers still in her ass. 

'God that looks erotic' Jenny thought to herself as she felt Lena's hand grip her head tightly turning it back to face her before lowering her head for what Jenny thought was going to be another kiss but she was wrong.

Lena kept her body moving forwards until her face was practically pushed against the wall pushing her chest out she forced her tits towards Jenny's more then willing mouth she took hold of the right breast and after giving it a quick squeeze she took the red nipple into her watering mouth and began giving it a good suck.

"Oooohhhhhh mmmmmm oopppphhhh gooood mmm" Lena moaned as she felt the lips close around her nipple. 

Her eyes closed tight and her bottom jaw dropped open as she had the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced as she bounced around on her lovers lap causing her tits to bounce around Jenny's moaning mouth all Lena could do was put her hand against the wall for support and balance as the orgasm ripped threw her the pure excitement of the situation caused Jenny to cum too soaking the sheets under her with her massive release of fluids. 

All this notice and movement actually stopped Amy and Yulia in mid action as they both looked over to the two next to them the bed shacking as Lena violently bounced on Jenny their hair waving around their faces as they shook and ground into each other.

"OOOOOOHHHH mmmmmm mmm" they seemed to calm down from all the frenzied movements and massive orgasms and looked almost embarrassedly at Yulia and Amy who smiled back at the red faced heavy panting lovers laid next to them. Yulia leaned over to Lena and planted a big kiss on her lips poking her tongue out of her mouth Lena new just what to do she pursed her lips open slightly and slid the tongue against the little open hole she made with her mouth Jenny and Amy looked on as Lena moved her head forwards taking Yulia's tongue into her wet mouth like a cock going slowly into a ready pussy.

"Oooohhh wows look at tha..." Jenny's voice trailed off as she watched mesmerised by the sight of these two kissing.

"Mmmmm ohhh wow" Amy said over her before looking over to Jenny and bringing her left hand off Yulia's hip and placing it over Jenny's golden hair rubbing it deep into the long strands tangling it up around her soft hand and fingers Jenny smiled as she moved her shoulder towards Amy who mimicked her movements pulling not only herself but also Yulia towards Jenny and Lena the two Russians barely seemed to notice the movements and kept on their erotic mouth antics Yulia now sliding her face forwards and back fucking her tongue in and out of Lena's mouth.

Jenny and Amy were now close enough to one another to get their heads together and share a firstly tentative kiss that soon became a full-blown passion filled French kiss their tongues feeling each and every nuck and cranny of the others mouth moans now filled the room from all four lovers.




T.A.T.Ued



Lena and Yulia moved their hands now they had one on each others ass's kneading the firm flesh the other on their respective sex partners breasts but by now they were all sex partners not two pairs of two but four women sharing the most intimate few hours they had ever had in there lives and all this with three other women.    

As the kissing stopped and Yulia and Lena finally got off their lovers all four women laid side by side on the bed all tired, hot, sweaty, aching but most of all satisfied beyond all recollection. 

They all stayed naked on the bed until the morning, sleeping soundly it was Yulia who woke first the bright sun flowing threw the window cascading down on the bed causing the 3 others to look like angles as they lay there Lena awoke a few seconds later as she felt Yulia get off the bed she opened her eyes tiredly and also got off they both shared a quick kiss before looking back at Amy and Jenny who were both laid on their stomachs arms draped over each others shoulders down onto the others ass where Lena and Yulia noticed something strange they rubbed their eyes to get rid of the last bit of tiredness then looked again each girl had a tattoo on their ass Jenny on her right cheek Amy on her Left when they moved closer they saw they were both the same just four letters about 2 inch's tall, four simple letters T.A.T.U.



T & A



Amity reclined against the wall, her smallish breasts thrust forward until they caught the light and glistened. She ran her thumbs over her coppery nipples, circling in under her areolae and then pinching the nipples between thumb and forefinger until they were hard as diamonds. Her little pink tongue lapped at her parted lips. She slid her right hand down over her flat belly, stopping at the sparse tangle of bush she kept above her otherwise bald pussy. She fluffed the curls into a neat little tuft.

"Spread your pussy lips a little, would you please?" I asked. "Good. Now, could you keep them spread while you slide your index finger in?"

Amity turned her head up and towards me and half closed her eyes. Her lips parted wider until I caught a flash of pale white teeth behind the peach pink. She moaned softly.

"That's great. Squat down and stick two fingers in."

Amity effortlessly bent her legs and slid down the wall. She splayed her legs, the toned muscles of her calves popping, the pale tan skin of her inner thigh looking eminently kissable. Her plump labia spread and shone under the light, showing a study in contrast, olive against shocking pink. She placed her right hand between her hip and her pussy, resting her thumb near the bud of her clitoris. She slid her index and middle fingers into her cunt up to the second knuckle.

"Okay, now lick those fingers. Oh, do you want a tissue?"

Amity shook her head, then opened her lips. With her index finger she tugged down her plump lower lip, while her tongue lapped at her wet middle finger. Her left hand dangled just in front of her cunt.

"Let's do the toy now."

Amity took the clear glass dildo and lapped at the head, miming fellatio. It was about six inches long, and she swallowed three of those, her arm bent above her, the dildo held like it was a microphone and she was a torch singer. All the time, her free hand played with her cunt.

"Doggy, please."

She knelt on all fours, showing her ass then rearing up and spreading her legs until I could see her pussy. She eased the dildo in, arching her head round so that I could see her face. Her eyes were screwed shut, her lips parted to give an expression half way between a snarl and a moan. She fucked herself with slow, deep strokes.

"Now frontal. Back against the wall, legs wide."

She pressed her back hard against the wall and looked me straight in the eye. Her nipples were peaked, her tongue pressed firm against the left corner of her lips. A blush suffused her cheeks and the tops of her breasts, down which trickled trails of clean sweat that ran in tapering rivulets down her smooth body. Her cunt was split wide by the dildo.

Her left hand kneaded her breast hard. Her chest heaved with deep, fast panting, almost silent on the inhale, then the exhale like a muffled explosion. On each exhale she rammed the dildo in to the base, on each inhale she tugged it back out until only the swollen head was inside her, making her labia bulge.

Amity fucked herself faster and faster, her right hand almost a blur. Her left hand abandoned her engorged nipples and began to flick swiftly at her clitoris. She began to moan, a long continuous "ooh" that was broken only by her intermittent gasped breaths. Her back arched, shoulders back and a delicious shiver ran across the taut, downy skin of her belly, and made her tits quiver like jelly.

"Well," I said, putting down the camera. "I think that should do it for today."

***

I first met Tom in a franchise coffee house shortly after I had scalded the wrist of a man in a cheap suit and managed to pour the rest of the mug over his laptop. Now, I don't claim I was the best waitress in the world, but this was a first even for me. It wasn't entirely my fault - a lady had come in with a toddler and a child in a pushchair, and the toddler managed to tangle the chair around my legs. As I fell I twisted to avoid pouring the mug of coffee on the kid - I assumed he hadn't tripped me deliberately - which resulted in the scalding and laptop-ectomy of the man. When he called me a "fucking bitch," I realised he hadn't taken it well.

"Do you have any idea of how much this fucking thing fucking cost?"

I looked the laptop over. It was polar white, very shiny and looked as if it would shatter if a fly landed on the half-eaten apple embossed on the lid. "Well," I heard myself saying, "about three times more than it's fucking worth?"

"You cunt..." The man raised his arm, though he kept his hand open so I didn't think he was actually going to hit me. I don't know what would have happened, because just then I heard a relaxed voice saying, "Oh, I used to have one of these. They're pretty durable, at least as long as you don't drop them in the bath. Let's see... yes, still works. Miss, could I borrow your cloth a moment?"

He was sitting with perfect ease in the chair the businessman had left vacated to better berate me. He was wearing a dark T-shirt, which clung to his broad, flat chest and followed the tapering of his body to his waist. His arms were pale and well-toned without being too muscular. I almost wet my panties when I saw his hands: the smooth skin and long expressive fingers. His long legs filled his jeans very nicely.

His icy blue eyes were shaded by dark eyebrows that were perhaps a little too full for his face. His hair was trimmed quite short, and I imagined that longer hair might soften the somewhat harsh line of his cheeks. His lips were thin, and there was a trace of cruelty in the carefully bland smile he turned on the businessman.

"Thanks," he said when I gave him the cloth. He dried the traces of coffee on the laptop with slow, deliberate strokes, then turned it toward the empty chair at the table. His cold eyes fixed on the businessman and he said, "Why don't you sit down and check that this still works? I'm sure the management will comp the coffee for you."

His accent was unusual, almost Radio 4 English, but with a musical lilt that sounded almost Californian. He gave the cloth back to me with a smile that made me wonder how I'd ever thought his face cruel. I quickly cleaned the rest of the table while the businessman, clearly furious, but not certain what this calm man might do, played around with his laptop.

"No charge for the coffee," I said.

The businessman sneered. "You've just lost yourself a customer."

The other man smiled. "Don't worry," he said. "I doubt you were much of a tipper anyway."

"Hi, he said to me, and smiled again. "I'm Tom."

"Felicity," I said and smiled straight back at him.

Three dates later my thighs were wrapped around his neck as he devoured my pussy. I remember thinking, my he knows what he's doing. His hands alternated between caressing my butt,stroking the insides of my thighs and fingering my pussy lips. His hot wet tongue was sandwiched between my labia, lapping at my clit as if it were a lollipop. I could feel my clit getting more and more sensitive with each pass of his cunning tongue.

"Oh god," I said, "I'm coming." What was unusual, at least for me recently, was that I wasn't lying. My ex-boyfriend hadn't been as diligent a muff-diver. I'd looked down once on one of the few occasions that I'd coerced him into eating me - usually by refusing to suck him off until he ate me - and seen him, eyes squinted shut, his tongue hesitantly extended, like a man forced to taste something he was certain he was going to hate.

I mean it's not like he was ferreting about in a huge bush, I've always kept my pussy well-trimmed. At least since I turned nineteen. He got me worried that perhaps I tasted bad down there, to the extent that one day after masturbating I licked my fingers clean. I tasted fine, I thought, though perhaps I'm biased.

I'd been distracting myself to prolong that delicious slow build to orgasm, but when Tom began tickling his finger around my asshole, I was shocked into an orgasm so powerful I actually squirted. Tom trailed his tongue slowly up my body until he was kissing my neck. I reached down and undid the button fly of his boxers.

Tom's cock flopped out of his gaping boxers, and I took it in my hand. I stroked both hands from the head down the shaft until I was cupping his balls, which I squeezed and twisted. He stopped kissing me and leaned back on the bed until he was looking right in my eyes. I looked straight back. "You can come in my mouth," I said.

Tom rolled onto his back and hitched up his hips until he could slide the boxers off completely. He threw them onto my bedroom floor, where the dress I had worn lay like a slewed snake skin by the door. Our discarded clothes made a trail to the bed: first the dress, next Tom's shirt, then the black thong panties he had almost torn in his rush to taste me. I had undone the matching bra myself as he went down on me, and it now hung off the bedside lampshade, casting an oblate bat-signal on the ceiling.

Tom's cock was long and fat, big enough that I could get both hands on the shaft with plenty of room for my lips, thick enough that my fingers couldn't come close to closing around it. My ex-boyfriend's cock had a very thin shaft, with a thickish, too long head like a stink horn mushroom. It was coloured like a mushroom, too, pale and unhealthy giving a sense that it might at any moment begin to ooze.. Tom's was genuinely beautiful: nicely proportioned, thick head and shaft, with an almost tan colouration. It felt solid in my hand,felt weighty and meaty and immensely satisfying.

I parted my lips and swallowed the thick head and laved it with my tongue. I wanked the shaft with both hands, slowly at first, stroking all the way from head to base. Tom was uncircumcised, like every other guy I'd been with, actually, and as I used my lips to suck on him, I rang my tongue counter-clockwise again and again around his foreskin. His hands were on my head and in my hair, not trying to control the motions of my head, which I hate, but just stroking my hair and caressing my neck. Every time he brushed the skin behind my ear I shivered.

I could just fit the whole head of Tom's cock in my mouth without gagging. Deep-throating has never been one of my talents, I get sick easily so unless you've got a very particular fetish you don't want me to attempt it. "That feels amazing, Felicity," he said. 

I suckled on him for minutes, while his hands caressed me until my pussy was again dripping wet. I felt his back tense, and was suddenly very aware of the throbbing pulse in his big cock. "I'm going to come," he warned me in a husky whisper. I gobbled his cock even more greedily.

With a gasp he came, spilling an ocean of come into my wet mouth. I could taste him, pungent, salty and sweet and very, very hot. I pulled my mouth of the head of his cock with an audible pop. A long string, a mix of come and saliva, stretched from the tip of his cock to the corner of my mouth. I lapped it away, showed him the come sitting in a declivity in my tongue, like a pearl in an oyster. Swallowed, showed him my now empty mouth.

"God, you're amazing Felicity. Now, give me a few minutes and then I think I'd like to spend the rest of the night fucking you senseless."

We finally got to sleep at around five am, and dawn wasn't until six, so he didn't quite keep his word. Still, I wasn't all that disappointed.

***

I rolled over and looked at Felicity, asleep. Her mouth was open and she was snoring softly. She looked very beautiful, and I kissed her smooth forehead. I wondered how she could sleep so easily next to someone she barely knew.

I got up and pulled on my jeans and T-shirt. I went into the hall. She told me she had a one-bedroom flat, and there was only one other door coming of her hall. Sure enough, it led into an open plan sitting-room/kitchenette. I picked my way quietly through cupboards until I found coffee - a cheap instant brand - and bread and preserve.

I filled the kettle and put the bread in the toaster. I found two mugs while I waited and scooped some of the coffee into them. At dinner the previous night Felicity had taken her coffee black, like me, so I didn't bother trying to find sugar or milk.

On the kitchen counter were a set of bills, and I flicked idly through them. Electricity, phone, credit card. All final notice, and well past due. I sighed once. The toast burst out of the machine with a thick rasp. I spread butter and jam on the toast. When the kettle boiled, I poured the water into the mugs and put everything on a tray.

In the bedroom, Felicity was just waking up. Her back was to the door, and as I came in she half turned toward me and the sheet slipped to the floor. I could see the fine smooth muscles of her back tapering until the wide flair of her hips and the twin mounds of her opalescent buttocks. I imagined parting those cheeks and seeing her gorgeous pussy peeking through, and I could feel my cock begin to stir. 

The arch of her back had bared the tip of one small breast to me, and now I sat next to her on the bed, placed the tray down, and took the nipple into my mouth. Felicity giggled and reached a hand back to stroke my leg. "Breakfast first," she said. We ate the toast and drank the coffee, only occasionally letting our hands stray to each other's bodies.

Felicity picked up the jam jar and spooned some onto her belly. "Oh no," she said in a little girl voice. "I seem to have spilled on myself."

"Perhaps I can help?"

The sweet jam mixed with the dried salt of her sweat from the night before. I lapped cat like at her stomach, my hands undoing my jeans. She tugged my head up until we were looking each other in the eyes, then she kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth. I sucked lightly on it and playfully batted it about with my own. I caressed her breasts and her perky little nipples; she stroked my cock and balls.

I broke the kiss and began to nibble on her ear, remembering the reaction I'd got from this area the night before. My hard cock was held tight between her thighs, nestling against her pussy lips, which were red hot and dripping wet. "Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me."

I rolled her onto her side, then got behind her. "Oh, no," she said, "I don't do..."

"Trust me," I said. "I'm not going to fuck your ass."

I had turned her towards her wardrobe door. It was a double wardrobe with mirrored doors, and now I watched her reflection. Her rose-bloom cheeks and parted lips, almost swollen from the night before. The slender neck and flushed chest, her small breasts sagging only a little downwards with hard nipples staring back at me. A brief lacuna around her belly button where the doors joined and the mirror stopped. Then the little tuft of pubic hair, just above her wet cunt. Below that, my hard cock.

I wrapped my leg lightly over hers, mine thick and hairy, hers smooth and slender. I reached around and guided the head of my cock into her pussy, then slowly thrust inside. In the mirror, we watched as my cock spread her labia. I wet my fingers in her pussy, then fingered her firm little clit. Felicity moaned, and reached back between her legs to stroke the inches of my cock not inside her.

She ground back against me, almost swirling her ass as she did so that my cock entered her with a strange, delicious corkscrew motion. I buried my face in the soft hair cascading down her neck and kissed her throat. She moaned throatily. She rubbed between her legs as I fucked her, fingering herself so hard I could feel her nails rapping on my cock.

When she came for the first time, I had to bite my lip to stop myself from coming too. I clamped the muscles in my cock hard almost at the same time as Felicity, purring like a cat, closed a hand around the base of my cock. "Just one more," she moaned.

She lifted herself off me, her pussy reluctantly releasing my cock with a slow sucking motion. She rolled me onto my back and climbed on top, balancing herself with one hand pressed hard into my shoulder. Her other hand she used to pump my cock. One, two, three, four long slow tugs on my foreskin. Then she wrapped her fingers just below the head of my cock and aimed it at her pussy.

Her pussy swaddled me in heat and wetness. I moaned as she slid down my cock; she arched her back and my hands went to her shapely breasts, my palms grazed by her hard little nipples. Felicity grabbed the headboard and leaned forward until her hair brushed my chest. My hands made wide circles around her pert ass, then squeezed roughly when she bit me hard on the neck.

She fucked me hard, the bed rattling against the floor to the rhythm her pussy set. Felicity began to moan, softly at first, then louder and louder with each bang of the bed. Someone knocked loud on the wall, but she didn't seem to notice. I just lay more or less still, lifting myself off the bed a little so that I was thrusting in sequence with her, her labia just kissing my balls with each stroke. I stroked the soft skin of her back, and tousled her hair. "Come with me," she said. "Come inside me."

She began to clench her pussy with each stroke, so that each stroke ended with a slow squeeze of my cock. The force of her fucking had worked us up the bed, so that I was now sitting with my back against the headboard and she was in my lap, legs wrapped around me, heels pressed firmly into me. I could feel her nipples tickling the sparse hair on my chest. I kissed her roughly, our tongues duelling.

She came in four long slow strokes. "Oh. My. Fucking. God." I came on the last stroke, gasping through a suddenly dry mouth. She lay sprawled on top of me as our bodies cooled. I could feel her sweat dripping down her forehead, off her chest to splash on me. My cock softened slowly until finally it slipped out of her cunt. "That was great," I said.

***

"Well, I mean, how much would I have to, you know, show?" I asked.

Tom stroked his chin once and half smiled. "That depends on you. You'd have to show your breasts and ass. And you'd have to have a few shots where you were taking your panties off, though you wouldn't have to show your pussy, or even your bush. Just pose with it covered by your hand, or turned away."

"But I'd get..."

"Yeah, you'd get more money if you showed everything. Even more if you do the extra stuff."

"And that doesn't mean fucking someone?"

"No," Tom said. "He's not interested in that. Just a bit of masturbation, maybe some toys. He sometimes has me shoot two girls together, but not until they've... gained a following, shall we say? Even then it's just kissing and a little bit of breast play."

When Tom first told me he occasionally took photographs for a friend of his who ran an erotic photography website I didn't quite get what he was suggesting. Truthfully, I was a little turned off, and Tom had to do some smooth talking to convince me that, no he wasn't exploiting the girls and that, no he didn't finish each photo shoot coming on the tits of some twenty-something moron.

But the bills kept pouring in, until I found myself standing in Tom's elegantly furnished living room, wrapped in his blue silk dressing gown. "Just a few test shots," I'd told him. "See what it's like."

Under the robe I was wearing a tank top and a pair of cut-offs that more or less covered my asshole. Under those were a pair of sheer blue panties that were slightly transparent in front, so that when the light was just right you could see the colour and shape of my bush. The bra I had on matched the panties, blue and slightly transparent. I was surprised to find my nipples were hard.

I'd agreed to show my pussy in the shoot, but not split. I wouldn't spread my cunt lips, and I wasn't going to finger myself. I threw the robe onto the floor and walked into camera frame. I started posing, doing pantomimes of the pictures in fashion magazines, pouting my lips and fixing my face disdainfully.




T & A



"Just your normal expression will do," Tom said.

I tried to relax, and felt the muscles in my forearm quivering. Tom began to direct me, speaking instructions in a cold, clear voice. I obeyed.

I pushed my breasts together until they almost spilled out of the bra and my top, licking my lips as if I'd just had a doughnut. I tugged down the front of my cut-offs until a wisp of pubic hair floated out. I coyly gave my finger a blowjob, then pushed it suggestively down the front of my shorts.

I got my tank top off okay, but my fingers shook too hard to work the bra clasp. Eventually I fumbled it loose and slid the cups down over my breasts until they were just covering my nipples. I let the bra drop to the floor and tugged the shorts off. I pulled the panties to one side. Totally naked, exposed, I stood in front of the camera. Again, Tom directed me so that I wasn't just standing there. He posed me like a doll. 

And then suddenly, as if something had uncoiled in my stomach, I relaxed. I looked over at Tom, standing with perfect equanimity while framing my breasts in the camera's viewfinder, and I wanted to smash his icy calm. I hooked a finger in my lip while my other hand carefully obscured my cunt. I bent over with my round ass mooning the camera and spread my legs until Tom could just see my pussy lips perfectly.

I sat on the couch and spread my legs wide and beckoned to the camera with a crooked finger. I ran one hand slowly down my face, fingers covering one eye, then trailing over my cheek, then tugging at the corner of my mouth. With the other, I mimed finger fucking myself, my hand becoming a sine wave fixed on my landing patch.

I placed pose after pose before the camera, until my flesh burned with lust. My pussy ached with need for a cock, or a tongue, or my fingers. My nipples were long and hard enough to pick up radio transmissions. I'd have fucked anyone who came into frame, even if it were being filmed and shown to my grandmother.

***

"Well," I said to Felicity. "You've seen the photos. What do you think?"

I thought they were great. She had a really good body, and it photographed well. With a little airbrushing, the photos were good enough to be in any of the big magazines. For the site I did work for, a little imperfection was taken as a sign of verisimilitude.

I loved her breasts in the photographs, which had really caught the contrast between her pale breasts and coffee nipples. Her glossy little bush counterpointed the bare slit of her pussy nicely too. During filming she had got carried away and I hadn't stopped her, and the pictures of her masturbating were entrancing. Flicking through the display on the computer, you could watch her face shift, from the artful come hither looks once she'd settled into being photographed, to the completely absorbed, selfish pleasure at the end of the shoot.

When we'd finished the session, she had immediately put the dressing gown back on and headed for the shower. I'd stood outside the door, listening to her sob, wondering if I should go in and talk to her. Then I'd heard her gasp and moan. I did go in then.

"How much will I get if send all of them?"

I told her and she whistled.

"All right," she said. "Let's do it."

"We need a name for you," I said. "Assuming you don't want the people jerking off over your pictures to track you down."

Felicity laughed. "What about Dusty Walls?"

"Funny." I thought for a moment. "What about Amity?"



T and Me



I came around the corner from the bathroom, following the flickering blue light and low sounds of the T.V. Peering over the back of the sofa I could see her stone faced stare at the show she was watching, remote in hand, getting ready to flip passed it. Damn she was as bad as Al Bundy when it came to channel surfing.

"What the hell do you expect to find on at this hour, Babe?"

I asked, "It's 1am on a Tuesday."

"Well, I figured anything would be better than waiting for you to wake up!" Oh yea, she was a bit miffed. I had downed a few beers while I was preparing the Filet Mignon supper I had promised her and didn't realize that with her running late, I had downed a couple too many. Consequently, I sort of zonked out while we watched the tube, right after eating. The reason for her discontent was that I had not yet fulfilled the sexually suggestive text messages I had been sending her all day and she figured that I was out for the night. She was wrong.

I leaned over the back of the sofa, sliding my hand along her ribs, under her crossed arm and over her full left breast.

God she has such wonderful breasts. At 45 Teresa has a wonderland of a body. She's full and curvy like a mature woman should be. Her skin is as smooth as silk, especially the soft globes of her magnificent behind. 

Giving her over sized C cup breast a gentle squeeze, I nuzzled my face into her neck, just below her ear and kissed her perfumed flesh. She stopped channel surfing and sighed. 

"Oh so now, Mr. Shit Talker wants to play, now that he's had his nap?" Her tone a bit less sarcastic than she would have, liked them to have been. The words flowed off her tongue in that sweet southern drawl with her voice too girlish for her age. Her craned neck and arching back gave her away. She wasn't miffed enough not to want to play. 

" Baby, you smell so good." I panted into her ear. "Mmmmmm." I deeply inhaled her scent. Bath oils, shampoo and whatever the hell it is she puts on after she's bathed. The smell she knows drives me nuts.

"Oh, really? I don't know why you say that. I always smell the same after a bath." She said flatly. Trying to be coy and detached, she began channel surfing again as though my lips and tongue weren't on her neck and shoulder. Again, she her clenching butt cheeks moved her hips just enough for me to know I was causing a stir between her legs.

I resisted the urge to climb over the back of the couch and just jump her bones. With my raging hard cock pressing into the unappreciative back of the couch, I decided to keep up my assault on the erroneous zones around her neck and ear, gradually increasing the urgency of the squeezes on her breast and breathing on her flesh until I broke her thinly veiled resolve. As my hand slightly changed position to try and capture all of her boob in one handful, which would be impossible, another physical sign gave away her arousal. Her nipple was at full erection and pushed into my palm like a little fingertip. I released my hold on her left breast and grazed my fingernails lightly across it, down through her ample cleavage and over to the next, un-naturally firm globe. Yep! She was turned on. Her right nipple was standing out, waiting for attention without my even having touched it, yet. 

I gripped the firm little bud of flesh between my thumb and forefinger slightly twisting as I tugged it out, suspending the weight of her breast with just her nipple. My minds eye could see her girlish nipples. Small, pink and hairless, they were unlike any I had ever encountered. Both of my ex-wives had light brown ones with small hairs around the edges of the areolas but not Teresa's. Hers are like unopened tea rose buds, perched atop her disproportionably big breasts. Like I said, a wonderland.......

I let it go and as her boob fell back into it's naturally hanging position it bounced a bit, causing her to let out a barely perceptible groan. 

Inhaling deeply through her nose, she turned her head toward me and slipped her soft little tongue around the lobe and then into my outer ear canal as she exhaled. She knows what this does to me and is always a clear signal as to what she wants. She wanted what she had been thinking about while snoozed behind her on the sofa a couple of hours earlier. I decided to make it up to her for falling to sleep. I was going to go above and beyond to give her the attention she richly deserved. After all, this woman could have any guy in this jerkwater town and she wanted me. It's only right that I show my gratitude, right?

Putting my inner animal in a box of self-control, I engaged my tender seductive side and released her breast, to gently caress her flank and outer thigh. Still lying on her left side, Teresa twisted her upper torso around to put her right arm around my neck and her left hand on the side of my face as we gently crushed our lips together, in a tender full-mouthed kiss. As I dragged my nails from her armpit to the back of her left knee, her breathing became a bit more labored.

As I changed directions with my hand, moving it back up her thigh, she rolled onto her back, bent her right knee and rested it on the back cushion of the sofa. This pulled the thin flannel of her pajama bottoms tight over her vulva and as I kissed my way, away from her searching lips, toward the exposed skin of her chest I took a peek down her body with my right eye.

Looking down her prostrate form, I marveled at the view. Just above where my hand came to rest was her navel. Her bellybutton ring glistened under the light of the television. Beyond my hand her hips were raised slightly and the outline of her vulva was clear under her pajama bottoms. The blue light and shadows making the definitions, even clearer. Her hips undulated, seeking an object for her to push into. 

Resisting the urge to slide my hand south and press the flannel into her hot folds, I ran my hand over the front of her upturned right hip bone, caressing her inner thigh, back up beyond the waist band of her thin sleep pants and back down over the top of her left thigh. She groaned louder this time and twisted as she pushed her hips upward, again looking to rub her swollen vulva into a non-existent source of pressure. 

O.K. it was time for some full on body contact. I wanted it, she wanted it and I knew I was in for some sensual dry humping if I gave it to her. 

I slid my body forward over the back of the couch, trying to snake my way down over her in one slow fluid motion, without too much shifting and repositioning. Too bad that plan was out of the question. As I shifted my weight forward, the back of the sofa was right under my hip and acted as a fulcrum, leverage took over( gotta love physics). My socks lost their grip on the carpet I was standing on, her grip around my neck took over and I rolled over the back of the sofa like a tumbling stone. Ass over teakettle, I went, taking her with me, too the floor we went. Her head barely missed the corner of the coffee table but my "funny bone" was not so lucky. 

Just as she wrapped her hand around my erection, expecting me to fall atop her, the velour upholstery acted like a lubricant with the flannel of her pajamas and Teresa slid sideways over the edge of the cushion she was laying on. Our bodies were in a half full press as we slammed to the rug. In an effort to break my fall, my elbows instinctively extended outward, partly to protect her and partly to get my bearings in a blind fall. OUCH!! My elbow impacted squarely with the sharp corner of the brass-trimmed coffee table on my way down. Teresa's forehead slammed into my chin. It felt like 20,000 volts @ 20 amps shot up my right arm.

" Mother Fucker! God damn it!! Son of a bitch! Aw, shit!!" the first part of a cussing blue streak fell from my mouth like I was at work with the guys. My right hand turned into a ball of fire. Pins and needles began screaming their way up and down my arm and my eyes began to tear up. I rolled to my right to clutch my right elbow with my left hand as my hard-on wilted.

As I convulsed to my right, my head collided with the leg of the offending piece of furniture, sending more piercing pain down my jaw. 

After a momentary giggle at the comedy of the fall, Teresa began dressing me down for my obscene language. 

I'm only allowed a certain amount of cussing when she's with me and I had exceeded all of it for the next month, in about 20 seconds. I didn't care, I was engulfed in blazing pain. 

" I told you not to say GD in front of me, Greg. I don't like that at all." This coming from a woman that drops the "F" bomb when someone steals her parking space. 

"Why are you cussing like that? The floor isn't that hard."

"I tagged my fucking funny bone."

She started to giggle again, "Oh, Sweetie. I didn't know. Are you O.K.?"

Seizing the moment of my agony, coupled with her concern, I made my sympathy play.

" It feels like someone hit me with a baseball bat right here." I whined pointing at the soft inner part of my elbow.

"Aw, let Momma kiss it and make it better." She drawled, her Georgia accent purposely getting thicker, to suck me in. 

Kissing my elbow and rubbing my arm, Teresa began her own gentle oral assault on my body.

Raising herself up onto her knees, she held my arm up and traced her manicured fingertips up and down the inside of my arm. " Does it really hurt that bad, Baby?"

Only halfway faking major pain, " Oh God it hurts like hell Babe. Just give me a minute and I'll be alright." My left hand was already caressing her butt.

"Well, if you are grabbing my ass already, it can't be that bad, Greg."

" Well, if your ass wasn't so fine, my arm would be the center of my concentration, Lover." I groaned through a half smile.

She leaned forward. Her tender lips barely grazing mine. One kiss at a time, her passion was getting deeper. Parting her lips, she tenderly licked my moustache and upper lip with a feathery light touch. 

Moving from my mouth to my neck and sucking my flesh just softly enough that, I wouldn't sport a hickey, she began to speak. " Let Momma make it better." Her tender hand rubbed my elbow. " I'll make you forget about this elbow, Sweetie." 

As I lay, on my back, submitting myself to her tender mercy, my muscles began to relax. Teresa rubbed my inner arm with her left hand. Holding it to her upper body, with my wounded elbow cradled between her lovely breasts, she began grazing her nails across my skin, the way I did to her. She is so intuitive. 

Tenderly, her right hand went from my pectoral, down my chest and across my (once upon a time six pack) belly. Reaching lower, she paid the same attention to the tops of my thighs as I had paid to hers, as I leaned over the sofa.... before the "terrible tumble". 

"How's your arm, Baby?" She asked, as she glazed my skin with her tender touch.

"It's much better, now that I have something more than my own self pity to concentrate on." I groaned out the words, praying that I wasn't just another piece of meat in this woman's life story. 

"Concentrate on this, Lover" she whispered.

Kneeling over me, her left hand on my chest, she raised my semi hard cock, upward. Her thumb and forefinger gripped the base of my upturned dick. Her pinkie finger, tickled my clenching rectum as she toyed with my package. She knew what she was doing.

Pre-cum was spilling out the tip of my hard-on, a glistening trail of salty slick-sauce, left a trail across the back of Teresa's hand as she slowly jacked my aching cock, in her soft, little hand. She reached up, with the hand that had been stroking my belly and picked up as much of a dollop as she could, the slimy ooze ran from her fingers and collected at the juncture of my straining erection and my shaven nut sack. Looking me straight in the eyes, Teresa licked and slurped my juice from her own hand. Uncontrollable drizzles of the clear lubricant streamed their way out of my winking piss hole as she teasingly jacked my raging fuck stick in her diminutive, professional, church-going fist. 

"So, how's that funny bone treating you, sissy-boy?"

"What funny bone?" was all I could say.

Teresa dipped her head down, released her gentle grip on my blood-engorged hard-on and let the torrent of pre-cum spill across her tongue and lips. Sticking two fingers into her mouth, she gathered half of the sweet lube and smeared it over her hard nipples. What was left was I brought to my mouth and rubbed across my lips until the look in her eyes took over and I could not help but savor my own fuck-sauce as I licked it off her fingers. The same way she wanted to taste her own pussy juice on my lips and help me suck it off my fingers in a wild, sex nectar swapping French kiss.

Moving up my body, she stopped when her wonder titts were in my face. Then like a mother would do for a nursing baby, Teresa cupped her breast and leaned forward to offer her pre-cum slicked nipple to my waiting mouth. 

"Yea Baby, that's it suck it." She hissed.

"Mmf, mmf, mmm." Was the best I could do in response, with a mouth full of salty sweet nipple.

Teresa had always said that she was sure she had a wire connecting her nipples to her pussy and this time the connection was in full effect. As I cleaned my lube from her right nipple, she shifted and offered her other breast to me, her hand cupping and raising it to my lips, just like the other one. Swirling my tongue around the edge if her bud, I savored the taste of myself before trying to suck her entire breast into my mouth. When I had as much in my mouth that would fit, I began to gently bite down and suck her nipple in and out of my mouth. When I let most of it escape my suction, I closed my teeth over the tip and applied just enough pressure to make her yelp a bit. Instead of pulling away, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face in tighter.

"Oh God yes baby, that feels so good. I get so hot, when you do that." She panted the words into the air. Her back was arched and her head thrown back.

The more I worked on her titts, the more they seemed to swell. I don't know if it's my imagination or if it's real but, Teresa's breasts seem to get a little bigger after some intense foreplay.

By now, her mind and body were not communicating too well and her hips were grinding down onto my belly. The only problem with being with such a petite woman is, that our torsos aren't the same size so when her titts are in my mouth, her hips will only reach my navel. My dick gets left humping the air and the air doesn't care.

As she lowered her head to look at me, the tension on her pajama top was released and the material fell across my eyes. She quickly sat up and pulled the top off over her head. With her arms over her head, her titts look even more amazing.

Now naked from the waist up, Teresa leaned forward and ground her boobs into my face. I slid my hands down her back, hooked my thumbs in the waist band of her bottoms and began sliding then down over her magnificent ass. With her straddling me, I could only lower then so far but it was far enough for now. I let my hands roam all over her big round bottom. I slightly bent my torso so I could reach a bit further and let my fingers delve into the crack of her ass. 

" Oh God, Greg" she moaned, as I drew a little circle around her tiny pink asshole with my middle finger. Her entire crotch was wet from her grinding on my belly and there was no shortage of pussy juice around her puckered back door.

With my right hand between her cheeks, I reached between us with my left and snaked my way down her belly. As my hand passed over her clean-shaven mound, I could feel the intense heat of her waiting snatch, radiating up her body. I traced my fingers down one side of her vulva, never touching her lips or clit, and back up again to go down the other side.

She shuddered and rolled her hips forward trapping my hand between us. I strummed my fingers across her sweet pussy. It was already open, waiting and very, very wet. Circling her clit between the pads of my two middle fingers caused her to rotate her hips on the opposite direction, maximizing the sensation. All the while still grinding one mound then the other of tit-flesh into my face. 

As I slid around on her clit, I moved my fingers closer to her hole with each. Then without warning, I sunk them into her. Gasping, Teresa pulled her breasts from my face, pushed her self up with her hands on my chest and looked down into my eyes. With her blonde hair framing her face, and a wanton look of lust in her eyes, she ground her pussy down on my hand. Rocking to and fro, she used my hand like one of her sex toys. Using it to get herself off. I only had to hold my hand still, she like doing the work, taking her pleasure.

I had been slowly increasing the pressure on her asshole as I massaged her wetness into it, building the anticipation.

Her eyes rolled back and then closed as I slid my middle finger into her rectum all the way up to the knuckle. I slid it in and out a few times before positioning my ring finger next to it and sliding then both up into her clutching ass. Three more strokes in and out and she started to cum. 

" Yes, Baby...fucking do it...harder...stick 'em all the way in. Can you feel my pussy cumming? It feels so fucking good...I can't believe it!" Yes, she's a screamer.

It felt like her asshole was going to pinch my fingers off at the knuckle and her pussy flooded my other hand with copious amount of juice. Squirting with each spasm, she soaked my shirtfront, part of her pajama bottoms and the carpet below me. She kept on cumming as she fell forward and raised her hips off of me to let me do the work to finish off her orgasm. Moving my fingers into her ass as I pulled the others out of her pussy I continued my dual assault while she buried her face in my neck and humped my hands. She must have been cumming for a full minuet before she started to slow her bucking. 

She reached back, grabbed my wrist, pulled my fingers from her ass and stuck them in her mouth while pulling my other fingers from her snatch and guided the to my mouth by the wrist. I savored her sweet cunt juice for a moment then she switched and pushed my ass-coated fingers to my lips and sucked the remaining pussy from my other hand. When both of my hands were clean, she settled down to rest on my belly, lightly holding my wrists in her lap, occasionally squeezing them.

" I love you so much " her eyes twinkling through half open lids.

We were just getting started.