6 comments/ 41781 views/ 16 favorites The Pussy Man Cometh By: Harper2 Introducing Angels Jerry. Monday. Jerry Farmer looked around his office. He was proud of his staff of three women; they worked like a well-oiled machine. It had taken two years to get them to this stage but it had been time well spent. Now 'Jerry's Angels' was the best damn computer industrial design team in the country. It showed in their easygoing relationship the smooth way that they progressed from task to task and most importantly in his bottom line. The fact that they were grade 'A' eye candy was an added bonus. The work that they did required intelligence, dedication, patience and an ability to think outside of the square. In the past other companies would put many of their engineering design problems into the too hard basket, now they passed them on to Jerry and his Angels, Lynn, Anne-Marie and Carrie. Lynn at 22 with short fair hair that framed an elfin face was the most out-going of the three and therefore usually acted as their spokeswoman. Talking with Lynn was something that Jerry enjoyed. No beating around the bush with Lynn she came straight to the point. She also had a trait of taking a deep breath before speaking which caused her c- cup sized breasts to lift enticingly. 24-year-old Anne --Marie was a tall with wide hips and full breasts; she was probably the best proportioned of the three. Added to which she had long red hair so that her very presence tended to fill a room. Anne-Marie had a slow-burn sensuality about her. A way of lowering her head that caused her hair to cascade forward as she regarded him through half lidded green eyes. Although she seemed unaware of it, it was a look that was totally erotic. There was also something about the way that Anne-Marie walked, she moved in a sensual, graceful yet studied way that Jerry couldn't quite pin down. But when she moved, men took notice. At the age of 20 Carrie was the youngest and only one that was married. Her jet-black hair and bright blue eyes spoke of her Irish heritage. She had the small supple frame of a gymnast. Gymnastics was a sport that she had excelled in before marrying the preacher of the local church. Although Carrie was the quietest of the three she left Jerry with the suspicion of still waters that ran deep. She had a quiet innocence about her that seemed to fit her for the role of a preacher's wife; yet somehow she gave the impression of possessing a fiery passion that lay waiting to be unleashed. Jerry sighed; it was all very well to have fantasies about his employees but they were all much younger than his 52 years. He thought that this was probably for the best, because although he had an easygoing relationship with his staff that allowed him to discuss literally anything, it might not be a good idea to be emotionally involved with any one of them. He'd long ago concluded that any move toward a physical relationship would have to come from them. It was lunchtime, Jerry who also served as errand boy had come from Subway with an assortment of sandwiches. The conversation had varied around their weekend activities and was therefore wide-ranging; from Carrie's church fete and Anne Marie's visit to the theatre to a vivid description of Lynn's love life. Apparently her latest beau, Tom, was not up to scratch. Everyone was howling with laughter at his failure to perform after a night of heavy partying. Lynn was a hard act to follow so silence reigned for a while till Carrie asked Anne-Marie about her trip to the theatre. Anne-Marie looked up from her coffee and brushed a flame of hair aside as she explained that the local theatrical society was having a Shakespearean festival; last night's offering had been Romeo and Juliette. 'Who played Romeo?' Lynn asked. 'Jeremy Lyon.' Anne-Marie replied 'Hmm I wouldn't have minded seeing that myself.' 'I thought that you weren't interested in Shakespeare.' 'I'm not.' Lynn said. 'But I wouldn't mind seeing Jeremy Lyon's arse in tights.' 'Yes it was rather nice.' Anne-Marie mused. Sensing a lull in the conversation Jerry added his contribution. 'I don't understand what it is that you women see in men's backsides.' 'Well you don't give us much else to look at.' Lynn piped up. 'I dunno so much' Carrie added. 'I like to see men's arms and their chests.' 'Huh! How much of them do you see?' Anne-Marie asked.' They're usually covered with jackets and shirts. Even Romeo had a long sleeved shirt on last night. At least you can see the shape of a man's butt through his pants.' Lynn continued the conversation. 'Come to think of it we women put on a much better display than our men do. You can at least see our legs' She stood up and spun around hiking her skirt as she did so. ' And lot's of thighs, and bottoms. To say nothing of our boobs,' She illustrated her point by thrusting her breasts in Jerry's direction then added. 'Which is why men describe themselves in terms of a woman's anatomy. They are 'Leg men', 'Tit men' or 'Arse men.' Which are you Jerry?' She now towered provocatively over Jerry's chair. Jerry allowed his gaze to travel slowly up Lynn's shapely legs to pause awhile where her skirt was hiked around her firm thighs then up to a pair of c-cups that were almost in his face before he answered. 'None of the above.' 'Why, what's wrong with the 'Above'?' Anne-Marie asked slowly. Jerry knew that he was being put on the spot as he answered. 'Nothing is wrong. Lynn's legs arse and boobs are as good or better than any I've seen. I'm just trying to be totally open and honest. I don't fit into any of these categories.' Again Anne-Marie spoke slowly. ' So just what is your category Jerry? And don't give us any shit about personality, posture or intelligence. Come on! You just said that you are trying to be perfectly open and honest. What turns you on? What kind of man are you?' The amused grins on the faces of the women were belied by the expectant silence that filled the room, which was broken by Carrie' voice that was almost quivering as she said. 'Yes come on Jerry what kind of a man are you.' 'Yeah just what does turn you on Jerry,' this came provocatively from Lynn who still stood with her legs apart and dark skirt raised halfway up her thighs. 'Now come on you said that you'd be honest.' Jerry was trapped. 'Are you sure that you want me to be honest?' 'Yes!' All three women chorused together. 'I'm a pussy man.' 'A pussy man!' Anne-Marie echoed. 'What is that you like about pussy?' Lynn asked as she took a step back. 'What's not to like about pussy? Pussy is the most feminine part of a woman. I like the feel of it, I love the scent of it the taste of it and the sight of it. There is nothing about pussy that I don't like. The only problem is that I only get a very rare flash when someone is going commando.' A palpable silence filled the room till Jerry continued. 'Well you did ask me to be honest.' The silence thickened as Lynn slowly and provocatively slid her skirt higher and higher till it was rucked up around her waist. She was wearing a black thong through which the cleft of her sex was clearly showing; a small damp patch indicated that the eroticism of her action was turning her on. 'Well how about this one?' Her voice had turned husky. 'You've made my day Lynn. That looks like it might be one very beautiful and sexy pussy. But you've done it in a way that only a woman could. You wear mini skirts to show off most of your legs to the legman, you wear low cut blouses and dresses that partially display your boobs for the tit man. And you wear pants and shorts that show your backsides off. But it is all a tease,' He paused to look at Lynn again. 'Here's the best possible example, a really sexy pussy which is completely covered by the tiniest scrap of nylon. The ultimate tease; the pussy man gets to see nothing.' 'Lynn wriggled her skirt back down then said. 'Well you guys are even worse. All we ever get is a bare hint of butt or the occasional flash of bare arms and chests when we walk past a building site. But that doesn't mean that we don't notice things.' 'Notice things; like what?' Jerry asked. 'Notice things like that package you're carrying; even your baggy pants can't hide that lot and when you wear jeans it's almost on view! Isn't that right girls?' 'Yeah right' said Anne-Marie as Carrie nodded. 'At least you got to see a lot more than a pussy covered by the tiniest scrap of nylon '. Lynn quoted. 'If you are being as totally open and honest as you claim then you would show us what you've got. Isn't that right girls' 'Yeah right! Anne-Marie agreed. Jerry looked to Carrie hoping that she would disagree and get him out the hole he had dug his way into. He was to be disappointed. Carrie nodded smiling. 'Yes come on Jerry show us what you've got.' In an atmosphere that had suddenly grown thick in expectation Jerry started to slowly undo his zip. Lynn cleared her throat and licked her lips before saying. 'Uh uh Jerry no cheating drop your pants show us the lot.' The women had called his bluff there were no options left. Jerry thought that he might as well make the most of it as he slowly slid his pants down taking his boxers as he went. It could be said that the years had been kind to Jerry Farmer but the truth is that he had taken good care of himself. He ran 8km every morning and visited the gym twice a week. So that as raised his shirt to slide his pants down he initially revealed a flat stomach with a light coating of hair over washboard abs with a trace of darker hair pointing down to his pubis. A thick brush of soft springy hair came into view as Jerry became aware that the women were holding their breath. As he uncovered the base of his cock Lynn could see that it was as thick as her wrist and large veins pulsed just below the skin. She let her breath go with a whoosh, Anne-Marie gasped and Carrie sighed. Jerry continued to slowly and provocatively lower his clothing. Carrie had to move her head to see around his penis to where a substantial pair of testicles nestled in their sac. It seemed to Ann-Marie that he would never stop lowering his pants as inch after inch of powerful pulsing manhood came into view. His trousers were well on their way to his knees before the uncircumcised head came into sight. Where the very tip of his cock protruded through his foreskin, there was a clear pearl of liquid suspended from the eye. Once again the women were holding their breath. Jerry knew that he was well above the average in size but he never expected such a reaction from his Angels. They were after all worldly women, Lynn, for a change, was speechless, Anne-Marie was literally open mouthed in wonder while, surprisingly, Carrie had a salacious smile on her face. It was she who broke the silence with, appropriately from a preachers' wife. 'Good God!' Feeling that he had made his point Jerry began to hoist his pants. Lynn spoke up. 'Can I kiss it before you put it away?' 'Not during working hours.' Jerry replied with a smile as he finished dressing then headed through the door. For a brief moment silence reigned before Lynn exclaimed. 'I am definitely going to get my share of that!' 'Just make sure that you leave some for us.' Carrie growled. The Pussy man Cometh Tuesday. Lynn I've always had a bit of a thing for Jerry. O.K. so he's thirty years older than I am, but he has looked after himself and has the strength of character that comes with maturity. The way that his hair has started greying at the temples just adds to his foxy looks. Although our relationship has never gone beyond the professional level nevertheless he's the kind of guy that you can discuss anything with and I mean anything. He has a way of making you feel at ease. He also makes me feel horny but I think that we both knew that was not going to lead anywhere; till yesterday. As soon as I saw that magnificent cock everything changed. I raced home but even before I got there I'd made the phone call that turned my current guy Tom into my ex and I was already making plans. At yesterday's little unveiling ceremony Anne-Marie was panting and the cute little vicar's wife positively drooled I knew that I would have to be quick or my gorgeous workmates would beat me to it. The early bird gets the worm, or in this case, the python. When I went to bed it was to toss and turn, I simply could not get that magnificent cock out of my mind. Inevitably my thoughts turned to what it would look like when it was erect, what it would feel like in my hand, what it would taste like and how it would feel plunging in and out of my pussy. Before I knew it my hand was between my legs working feverishly at my vagina, which I swear, had never been so wet. The tiny denim mini skirt and white button down shirt that I wore in the morning had always caught his attention. I made certain that it did so today by not wearing a bra and leaving the top buttons undone. Several times in the past I've noticed Jerry checking out my breasts; not that I minded, the truth is that I got a bit of a kick out of it. Even if I say so myself I've got what the guys call a great rack.. So today every time that I came near to Jerry I made sure that he got a really good look at them. The poor guy was really starting to squirm as I upped the antes when, just before the end of the day's work; I called him over to discuss an algorithm that I was working on. As we both leaned forward to read the document I took a deep breath before speaking as another of my shirt buttons accidentally came undone. I heard the quick intake of his breath as he became fully aware that I was certainly not wearing a bra. I think that it came as something of a relief for Jerry when the other two girls said goodbye and walked out of the door. As soon as they'd gone Jerry quickly made his way to his office. He obviously had a bit or re-arranging to do. I went to the bathroom where I took off my panties, they were soaked, I was positively oozing. I realized that I would need to be pretty damned wet if I was to accommodate Jerry's huge cock. The thought put a lascivious smile on my face as I said quietly to myself. 'Right Mr Pussy man, let's see what you're really made of.' Jerry's office is a formal name for what is an informal room. His desk faces a large leather lounge sitting behind a long mahogany coffee table that holds a table lamp. There was a drinks cabinet to the left and a coffee machine near the window. Jerry's aim was to make his office a place where people would feel at ease. People included customers and staff. Jerry was bringing his paperwork up to date and soft warm jazz was playing in the background when I opened the door and entered. There was nothing unusual about this; we girls would often stop by for a chat after hours. I made my way to the drinks cabinet and made myself a Tom Collins; then without asking also made Jerry a scotch and dry on ice, which he preferred served in a Collins glass. As I leaned forward to place his drink before him he couldn't help but take another look, not only were my breasts on display but also my nipples were standing proud and straining against the fabric of my shirt. He looked up to discover that I had caught him out; I gave a knowing smile then walked across to sit on the lounge opposite him. We chatted briefly while Jerry tried to concentrate on his paperwork. Which he was finding difficult whilst he was unsuccessfully trying to covertly deal with a fast rising erection. If Jerry thought for one moment that he would be able to bring that beautiful hard-on under control I had news for him. I kicked off my shoes and rested my feet upon the coffee table; then making sure that my legs were slightly parted I placed the softly glowing table lamp near my feet. I just knew that my clean-shaven cleft would be glistening in the light of the lamp for I could feel my juices oozing. A few minutes later Jerry looked across to see that my bra was not the only thing that I wasn't wearing. My pussy, sans panties, caused him to catch and hold his breath till he let it go with a wheeew. A slow smile crossed his face as he husked, 'I was right. Yours is one very beautiful and sexy pussy.' 'I'm glad you like it' I reached down and lifted the hem of my already short skirt higher. 'And seeing that we are now outside of working hours it should be alright for me to kiss your gorgeous hard-on.' He rose and walked around to me. His penis causing the material of his pants to stretch and strain to retain its mass. As he moved, his cock appeared as if it were struggling to break free. 'It's not just all right to kiss it. I absolutely insist that you do.' He growled. It was a matter of seconds for me to slide to the end of the couch; doing so pulled my skirt even higher so that now my pussy was fully uncovered; I didn't need to look down to know how wet I was, juices were beginning to ooze down my thighs. My clit had hardened; I could feel it protruding slightly between my labia. My feverish fingers swiftly undid his belt and began pulling his pants and boxers down together. His cock sprang free slapping me under the chin as it did so. Now it was my turn to let my breath go with a wheeew. No penis that I had ever had anything to do with could have possibly prepared me for Jerry's. Well endowed doesn't begin to describe it. I wont buy into the silly inches game; I never did see much point in taking a tape measure to bed. Suffice it to say that Jerry Farmer's cock put all the others that I had seen into the shade. It was not only bigger it was harder; it felt like stainless steel covered in silk. More than this; his cock pulsed with the beat of his heart almost as if it had a heart of its own. It was impossible to span this beautiful cock with one hand as I caressed its pulsating length. Easing his foreskin back I used my thumb to spread his copious pre-cum over his purpling glans so that as I caressed his foreskin lasciviously slithered back and forth; I found it easy to imagine my vagina doing the same, which caused even more honey to seep out of me. As much as I desperately needed that beautiful penis inside me there was no way that that was going to happen till I had tasted it but I was already wondering if it would fit inside my mouth. Oh well, only one way to find out. Pausing only to lap at the salty pre-cum I first kissed the tip then slowly slurped my way along its head. I found it easier to get it inside my mouth by twisting my head to one side as I sucked hard. This bought a loud groan from Jerry and would have done from me if my mouth weren't so delightfully filled, so Jerry had to settle for a deep hum, which seemed to please him even more. His groans got louder as I sucked and swirled at this wonderful cock. Then I felt Jerry's finger tips drawing tiny circles at the top of my thighs. I parted my legs further; he had the delicate and sure touch of a man who knew exactly what he was doing. He then went on to prove that point by tracing slowly up and down the lips of my pussy only skimming lightly across my clit, which, by now, was begging for his touch. The only way that I could let him know was to suck harder, hum louder and swirl more slowly. He got the message; so sure and perfect was his caress that it was almost as if a small electric current had arced across between us causing my clitoris to go into an immediate orgasmic spasm. The pussy man had obviously made a study of the object of his desires and had passed with flying colours; no man had ever brought me off so fast which caused me to realize that Jerry Farmer was much much more than a fantastic cock. He was a magnificent lover. However Jerry was only getting started on proving that point. What happened next was done so quickly and smoothly that I hardly noticed it happening. My shirt was undone and taken off; my skirt was slipped over my feet and pooled on the floor. I was naked my skin buzzing, I hardly had time to protest as Jerry withdrew his cock from between my lips scooped me up in his arms and lay me full length on the couch. As his head moved toward my pussy I reached down to hold the cock that I needed so badly. The Pussy Man Cometh All men think that they know how to perform oral sex but they have degrees of capability. Not many are experts; none that I have met come close to Jerry Farmer. The secret is in the tongue. A man's fingers can be used to either stroke lightly or to thrust. So can his tongue, but a tongue can change its consistency from finger firmness to a soft spongy texture. Jerry is a past master of oral sex. He softened his tongue to caress the lips of my vagina, slowly gently flowing along every curve and crease. Little spots that I hardly knew existed suddenly burst into life to become highly sensitive erogenous zones. My pussy felt vibrant as never before. Then suddenly his tongue was firm and thrusting into me, lashing to a fro across my pelvic floor then curving up toward my G-spot. Again I could feel the oncoming rush of orgasm; but before that could happen Jerry withdrew his tongue and changed its texture to a soft spongy vee shape that proceeded to envelope my clitoris, then to slowly and sensuously massage to and fro. This time there was no stopping my orgasm it ripped through me till every nerve end in my body tingled and buzzed. Yet throughout all this I was still conscious of the beautiful cock in my hand as it pulsed and jumped as if it had a life of its own. I wanted, needed, no absolutely had to have it inside me. Once again somehow the pussy man seemed to know exactly what I needed. As I opened my eyes Jerry rose from the floor to kneel between my legs. As he lowered himself I reached down between us, used my left hand to part the lips of my pussy and my right to guide him into me. Briefly I wondered if I might have difficulty fitting him inside me, but I brushed that thought aside because I knew that no matter what it took his penis was going into my vagina. I needn't have worried it was a tight fit but it was a beautiful fit, I'd never felt so filled as Jerry eased into me, every ridge every vein seemed to find a perfect fit inside me as my juicy pussy sucked its hungry way along his length. Soon Jerry Farmer was further inside me than any man had ever been but there was still more to come. He slowly withdrew till only the head of his cock remained inside me then with a mighty push he filled me again, this time a little deeper only to withdraw and plunge again and again faster and faster; deeper and deeper so that now my vagina was more filled and more pleasured than it had ever been. Jerry's thrusting cock and my juices combined in a way that brought me delight and gratification as never before. Usually it is my clitoris or sometimes my g-spot that initiates an orgasm. But now for the very first time my whole vagina began buzzing and tingling as this massive and beautiful cock stimulated every nerve inside me. The sensation that began in my pussy soon spread from the soles of my feet to the tips of my hair as that most wonderful of all feelings, a whole of body orgasm soared and tore through me. It was with a sense of joy and satisfaction that I realised that Jerry was experiencing the same feelings as I felt his sperm erupting deep inside me. Afterwards as we lay in each other's embrace Jerry murmured into my ear. 'That was fantastic Lynn. Lets do it again sometime soon.' 'I'd love to Jerry, and the sooner the better. But I'm afraid that I'll have to wait my turn.' The Pussy Man Cometh Thursday The Real Carrie. The cat that got the cream hardly begins to describe Lynn when she came to work yesterday morning. There was no need to ask what had happened to her but we did have to wait till after work when we were having a drink in a nearby bar to get all the details. By the time that she'd finished describing in graphic detail what happened the previous night I had never felt so downright horny and knew that I just had to have Jerry Farmer. A year before my marriage my life had revolved around gymnastics. Our local church had sponsored me and I had done them proud having represented our country at international level. There was a Chinese girl who was better than I and a Canadian girl who could give me a run for my money. I was training hard with the intention of leaving them both in my wake when my whole world was changed as David Allenby took over our pastoral care. To say that the handsome young vicar took my breath away is to completely understate. My interest in gymnastics plummeted the very first time that I saw his dark haired good looks and flashing eyes behind the pulpit. A year later we were married and my life had changed from that of a promising gymnast to being a vicar's wife. At first I was happy with my lot and I suppose to a large extent still am. David's a good husband, kind and caring, I am well provided for and on the surface of things appear content. Below that surface a seething mess of sexual frustration. Neither David nor I had had any sexual experience before our marriage, perhaps if we had things might have been different. We were hardly a month into our marriage before I had become an expert on libido. David's libido needed sex about once every week or ten days. My sexual demands were around twice a night! I never thought that it would happen but somehow I fitted into David's needs and learned to live with raging frustration. Work certainly helped by challenging my mind and giving me the company of like-minded souls. But sometimes after listening to Lynn's weekend escapades I found myself wondering what it would be like to make love in the positions she described and began to imagine a few of my own. Right now I simply know why it is called 'Missionary position.' Thus it was and was likely to stay till we saw Jerry Farmer's magnificent penis. No way was I going to let the other girls have that all to themselves. I just could not bring myself to emulate Lynn and enter Jerry's office minus panties. I had compromised with a short miniskirt that flared as I moved. Like Lynn I'd made us a drink and seated myself opposite Jerry with my knees held demurely together which left me with the problem of how to get the pussy man's attention. I decided to seize the bull by the horns and just do it. But this proved more difficult than I'd expected. My hands were shaking so much that my glass rattled against the table as I put it down. I rose shakily to my feet, hooked my thumbs into my panties pulled them down to my knees, raised my skirt and with my voice shaking asked. 'What do you think of this pussy then?' I realised that I'd made an absolute fool of myself when I saw that Jerry, who had looked up from his work, was trying hard not to laugh. I felt my face redden as the tears started running. Within seconds Jerry was before me. He reached down to pull my panties up before taking me in his arms then soothing me by stroking my back and my hair. As I began to compose myself he held me at arm length looked me in the eyes then asked. 'Are you sure that you want this Carrie?' 'Absolutely certain.' I replied. Then started to babble on about my miserable sex life. Jerry shushed me by placing a finger on my lips. 'You don't have to explain. And before we go any further let me say that you have a very pretty and downright sexy pussy. I only wish that I'd seen more of it.' His comments and the way that he spoke restored all my self-confidence instantly. 'Well that's easily fixed.' I smiled through my tears. 'I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours.' Laughter gurgled from his throat. 'Ah it's not quite that simple,' he began, then seeing the look of disappointment start to cross my face continued. 'There is a protocol we have to follow and it begins with a kiss.' No kiss that David ever gave me could compare with the way that Jerry Farmer kissed. It was a soft and tender meeting of lips that begged the question. 'Is this what you want?' Then as I responded it became a searching kiss, an exploration of not only my lips but also my mouth my tongue and my very soul, a kiss that awoke my needs. Again I responded; my tongue twirling and dancing with his till our kiss suddenly became all-consuming, an act of raw sexual need that went far beyond the acts of intercourse from my husband. Jerry's kiss awoke deep dark passions that had lain concealed within me. It was I who thrust my body against his, grinding my hips into his, seeking his hardening cock. Feeling the throbbing thrust of it against my abdomen, feeling and loving the feeling of the honey from my pussy leaking shamelessly down my thighs. Feeling my lust rising and acknowledging it like a long lost friend, as the thought rose unbidden into my mind. " May the real Carrie now enter the room." Without my even noticing how, we were suddenly both naked our clothes scattered around the room. Due to my gymnastic training my breasts pressed hard against his chest were not even slightly flattened. His body hair was stimulating my nipples so that they rose and became super sensitive. My breath was rasping as if I had just completed a very physical routine, but mostly it was my pussy that was responding to his highly erotic stimulation, hot, wet, tingling and leaving a smear of honey as I ground myself against his thigh. My every nerve was buzzing as never before. I was reaching a whole new plateau of sensuality and grasping for more. Wondering where it would all lead me. I was soon to find out as Jerry easily lifted me and took my, oh so sensitive, right nipple into his mouth. A whole new level of excitement tore through me as my breasts reciprocated to his suckling, his tongue and his teeth. I locked my legs around his torso, my arms around his head trying to draw him closer. For the very first time I was discovering how sensual my breasts were, bestowing a deep pleasure on both Jerry and myself. I became aware that Jerry was carrying me across his office. He stopped before a wall and then lifted me higher. I almost sobbed as my breasts were lifted from his mouth to above his head. His lips were laying a trail of kisses across my abs to hesitate at my navel with tingle of tongue and kisses before continuing down toward my pubic mound. Suddenly I realised where this was leading. Jerry was going into what my husband regarded as "Forbidden territory" and I oh so wanted him to be there. I helped him raise me higher till my legs were over his shoulder, my pussy before his lips, I hooked my calves under his arms so that my insteps were on his chest then leaned back against the wall pushing my hot vagina into his mouth. Jerry kissed me. If I thought that his kisses to my lips were out of this world then what happened next went way beyond celestial. What started as a baby kiss that made me tingle all over became a lovers demand; reaching into the depths of me causing me to arch my back trying to draw him deeper inside me. Then suddenly he was doing exquisite things to my clitoris as a whole new sensation started to take over my body. Involuntarily I stiffened, clamping my thighs around his head. Something that began as a tingling in my toes became a vast all consuming shudder that shook my whole being. My very mind thundered within my head. I had never known such powerful pleasure as that which wracked my being as he kissed caressed and manipulated my pussy. It wasn't until I started to come down that I realised that for the first time in my life I had experienced an orgasm. With an easy strength Jerry eased me to the floor then seeing the look of wonder in my eyes stated. 'That was good for you wasn't it.' 'Good? It was incredible, it was beautiful and it was shattering.' My voice had turned husky as I replied. ' Now I want to do the same for you,' 'Oh you will my sweet beautiful lady. I promise you, you will.' 'You can bet on it.' I replied. The real Carrie was totally ready for action. Jerry's body was a voyage of discovery for me. At first I tentatively stroked his nipples with my lips; when this drew a groan from him I suddenly understood that his nipples were as sensitive as mine. So I immediately began applying all the beautiful lessons that Jerry had so recently taught me. Whilst I was doing this I reached down and took his penis in my right hand. Oh what wonderful thing it is, hot hard and heavy yet silken smooth it was much more than an appendage designed to fit inside me, it was a living barometer. I changed from kissing Jerry's nipples to sucking, nibbling then rolling them between my lips and with each change Jerry's cock jumped and throbbed in my caressing hand. The groans coming from his throat were simply a confirmation that I'd learned my lessons well. By the time that I 'd worked my way down his torso to his pubis I was on my knees before him. His majestic penis right before my eyes; as I gazed at it in wonder a crystal clear liquid pearl formed at its tip. At first I used my forefinger to smear it over his purpling glans then came up with a better idea and popped my finger into my mouth. Its pleasant slightly salty taste and smooth texture was my first intimation of how a penis might taste. Jerry's 'Oh yessss.' groan of approval was my go-ahead sign. I'd thought that sucking something as large as his penis might prove difficult but soon learned that forming a seal with my lips made it easy, then bobbing my head up and down and swirling brought loud cries from my lover. Simultaneously I stroked the base of his cock, which made it easier to control as it tried to jump in my grasp. Sucking Jerry Farmer's cock was a delight for me but more importantly I was happy to realize that I was capable of giving the same pleasure to him that he had given me. Already this act of making love was well beyond the "Lie back and think of England." act that I had become accustomed to. But, almost impossibly, what occurred next took me to even greater heights. As I felt Jerry's legs begin to stiffen and back to arch I immediately recognised the same symptoms that I went through before my beautiful orgasm. I began to suck harder faster his whole body started to tremble and then to shake. I felt his penis actually grow inside my mouth then he gripped my head holding it still as his penis erupted sending thick jets of hot semen down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow although I wouldn't have had it any other way because the pleasure that I was giving him fulfilled a deep need in me. We lay in each other's arms while Jerry regained his breath; the hair on his chest was tickling my nipples causing them to stand erect as I felt that hunger begin to course through my veins again. It occurred to me that Jerry might not want or be ready for more but as I began to squirm and to caress my body against his. To my joy and relief the unmistakable feel of his erection rising between my legs brought a smile to both of our faces. I reached down, stroked it lovingly and said. 'It looks like somebody still wants to play.' 'You can bet your cute little backside he does.' He growled in reply as he rolled onto his back taking me along so that now I lay on top of him. I had to raise my body so that I could continue stroking his cock, which had already regained its former glorious hardness. Meanwhile he had reached between us and began to caress my pussy with a sure and clever finger. Again I could feel my moisture coating my thighs. His finger entered me easily finding my G spot, which soon became my sweet spot as I started eagerly humping his hand. Then his thumb unerringly made its way to my clitoris that was already coated in honey making it easy for him to describe tiny circles around it. I was already well on the way to my second orgasm when he suddenly ceased, withdrew his hand from between us then raising his hips slightly he introduced the head of his penis between the lips of my hot wet pussy. I cannot begin to describe the sheer exquisiteness of the feeling of his cock slowly entering me filling me, going deeper than my husbands had ever been. Yet there was still more to come. Suddenly he stopped, I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, I wanted, no needed more and then I realised that I was the one on top. Jerry was leaving it to me to take the initiative, for the first time in my life I could dictate the act of making love. The real Carrie was ready to fly. My first and oh so desperate need was to have that beautiful penis entirely inside me, but I wasn't sure that I could take it. As I slowly lowered myself along its length I could feel my pussy clasping around it, eagerly welcoming the intrusion so that now I was grasping him so firmly that I needed to wriggle till I felt his pubis press against my clitoris. Jerry's groan was one of ecstasy. I felt a surge of triumph, for me this proved beyond all doubt that the real Carrie was one hundred percent woman. I began to surge back and forth, feeling his hot heavy hardness flow in and out of me, every inch a wonder to me. Then it struck me that I could change the way that we were making love. The positions that I had so fondly imagined were now mine to explore. The very thought put a smile on my face. 'What's going on in that lovely head of yours?' Jerry husked. 'Hold on tight boy.' I replied. 'Something entirely new is going to happen to you.' Whilst remaining impaled upon his cock I stretched my right leg crossing Jerry's chest before me and my left leg over his legs behind me, I was in the classic gymnast's 'split' position with both legs parallel to the ground. Then I placed my right hand on his body in front of me and the left on his legs behind and slowly took my weight then lifted myself, perhaps four inches. I could feel his cock start to move out of me but it still had a long way to go. Then I started to walk my hands around his body so that I was slowly revolving. The feeling of his cock turning inside me was absolutely exquisite. The cries that were issuing from Jerry's lips confirmed that this was also new and exciting for him. Twice I revolved through three hundred and sixty degrees, feeling his hot heavy cock slowly turning inside me. As I returned to face him again I slowly lowered my self then said. 'Now I can say that I've been well and truly screwed.' Laughter gurgled in Jerry's throat as he replied. 'Me too Carrie, that was incredible.' For the next twenty minutes or so we continued to make love in almost every position that I could imagine. Jerry was on top of me thrusting his hips slowly driving that lovely penis in and out of me, when I said. 'There's one more position that I really want to try.' 'As long as it gives you as much pleasure as you've been giving me, go for it.' Jerry growled, 'What is it?' 'Doggie style' I replied. The smile on his face let me know that Doggie was a favourite of his. He withdrew his penis till it left me with an audible plop. I rolled over then got into the classic position on my knees with my butt raised and my legs parted. Abruptly it occurred to me that this was the ultimate position of female submission. In being on my knees with my back him I was offering myself from a position of complete surrender and trust. I felt him move forward between my legs, the nudge of his penis against the lips of my vagina, then the sudden rush of him filling me completely. He grasped my hips as he thrust in and out of me the hardness and heaviness of his cock reaching ever deeper within me. Never did I feel more completely female, the real Carrie was being totally fulfilled. Jerry began increasing his pace; his cock seemed harder, bigger, smoother as it drove into me. Once again I felt the tingle of an oncoming orgasm but this time there was a penis inside me. As the orgasm took control of me I could feel my pussy spasm along the length of him. Impossibly his penis seemed to be growing larger and larger till there was nothing in the whole world but Jerry Farmer's cock, my beautiful pussy and the all consuming, unbelievable storm of orgasm. Through it all I could hear my voice screaming and Jerry's roaring as he erupted inside me again and again, great ropes of semen gushing into me. The Pussy Man Cometh Afterward as we lay in each other's arms I had never felt so complete or so content. I knew that soon I must return to my husband and I also knew that I could never change him nor make him become a Jerry Farmer. But I also knew that Jerry would be here for me whenever the real Carrie needed fulfilment. The Pussy Man Cometh. Sunday Jerry. Anne-Marie. There has always been something different about Anne-Marie; something earthy about the way she walked, something enigmatically erotic about the way that she sometimes glanced up through her flame of hair. If, like me, the first thing that attracts you about a woman is her posture then the first woman that you would notice in a room full of them would be Anne-Marie. She has presence that goes beyond her stature or the colour of her hair. She is different. It was in keeping with Anne-Marie's difference that instead of her coming to my office as the other women had, she invited me to her home, and again in keeping with her difference her invitation was also enigmatic. 'I have something to show you and then we can spend some personal time. Come to my home on Sunday afternoon.' She said with a small smile; then turned and left me wondering. I had never been to her home before and was surprised by its size, it was single story but much larger than one person would need. When she opened the door to me she was wearing a green flowing dress as only a redhead can. It was silky, fastened at the right shoulder and floor length I followed her to her kitchen, her beguiling walk a revelation in sensuality as her dress slipped and slithered over her form. Unless I was mistaken she was not wearing underclothes. We sat on kitchen stools sipping white wine, facing each other over a large freestanding chopping block as Anne-Marie told me that there were a couple of things that needed to be discussed. She then went on to explain that the Angels had been talking, they'd decided that they wanted things to remain as they always had been at work so that any personal time spent with me outside of working hours should have no bearing on what happened at work. I suppose that I could say that I was delighted or that I was flattered, but the truth is that I felt humbled that three such graceful and talented women should care so much for each other and for me. It made me realise what a wonderful relationship we had created. When we had finished our wine Anne-Marie rose extended her hand to me and said. 'Come with me, I have something to show you.' Leaving her kitchen we passed through a gracious lounge then down a passageway with doors leading off. When she opened the door at the end of the passage I immediately realized why the house was so large. We walked into a fully fitted out dance studio with a fixed barre and mirrors down two walls with a first class sound system at the far end. Two things happened. Firstly I was very impressed with the room it had been created by someone who knew what they were doing and was prepared to put a lot of love and attention to detail into it. Then secondly the penny dropped as I put two and two together. Anne-Marie's walk suddenly made sense. It was a dancers walk. 'You're a dancer!' I exclaimed. 'I had no idea.' 'Oh yes.' She smiled, 'Outside of work dancing is my life. I once dreamed of becoming a prima ballerina but like Topsy I just grew and grew until I outgrew my dream.' 'I'm sorry to hear that.' I said. 'But I must be honest. I like you the way that you are.' 'So do I.' She smiled. 'I wouldn't change a thing about me. But I still love dance so in my spare time I teach and I still dance,' 'Thankyou for showing me this.' I replied. 'I'm really very impressed.' 'Oh this is not what I brought you here to see,' She answered. 'Please give me moment.' I sat on a chair as she walked to the barre on the left side of the room and began a series of warm up exercises. Strength, grace and beauty only begin to describe her actions as she stretched, reached and moved. Even without music her body began to dance. After a few minutes she walked to the sounds system and threw a few switches, there was a brief soft hum as the speakers came to life, simultaneously the lights around the sides of the studio, including the area where I sat, dimmed while those in the centre of the room brightened. So that when she turned to walk to the centre of the studio she stopped in a pool of light. Briefly she stood without moving. Then the music started. The soft strum of a guitar that was scarcely more than breathing was accompanied by the haunting tones of a Cor Anglais. Immediately I recognised the piece, a favourite of mine. The adagio from Joaquin Rodrigo's Arunjuez Guitar Concerto. As the opening bars played Anne Maire was facing me; her left hand moved slowly to her right shoulder and undid the bow that was holding her dress in place, with a silken shimmy it slithered down her body to become a green pool at her feet. I was right; under her dress she was naked. Now all she wore was her dancers Pointe shoes I cannot think of a single word to describe Anne-Marie as she stood before me, grace and beauty hardly begin and magnificent doesn't come near. Her breasts, full and firm, never as much as rippled as she rose to Pointe and extended her arms above her head. Her legs, long and sleek hinted at power, grace and elegance. For a moment she stood there a study in everything that painters and sculptors have tried to capture but never quite succeeded. Her head thrown back caused her flame of hair to cascade down her back; her stomach, flat, had a slight raise at her shaven pubis. Her legs held tightly together concealed her sex from me. In song, Adagio means ,slowly, in ballet it means slow graceful movements performed with fluidity, concentrating on slow movements to demonstrate the dancer's ability to control her legs. to bring them into high positions with authority and ease. Which is exactly what Anne-Marie proceeded to do. Her left leg slowly and gracefully raised till it pointed straight toward me then continued rising alongside her pink tipped breasts till it was above her head pointing straight up. In this position she slowly rotated. I would like to say that I was paying attention to her dance but that would be untrue because now her exquisite vagina was clearly visible to me. It was tiny; almost as if somebody had planted a kiss between her thighs and left it there. Small pouting pink lips which although they were out of proportion with the rest of her body looked absolutley perfect. Once again the enigma that is Anne-Marie asserted itself. Her tall wide shouldered body was the perfect platform for her flawless vagina. Music is the international language; you don't have to speak German to understand Beethoven, you don't need to be an American to get Jim Morrison. The Adagio from Arunjuez speaks of the power the passion and the majesty of Spain in all languages. Dance is the ultimate expression of music. Thus it was that one of the most beautiful naked women that I have ever seen brought Rodrigo's Spain into being within the confines of a dance studio. Her tall, powerful frame and proud firm breasts translated the Majesty of Spain perfectly. There was nobility and stateliness in her movement and an almost arrogance in the way she held her head. There was a tiger-like power and grace in the leaps and pirrouhettes she performed. The slumbering giant that is Spain was not merely awakening, it was springing to life. But it was the passion of Spain, so often expressed in dance such as the Flamenco, that she really communicated magnificently. Only dance can compete with the act of making love for sensuality. Only the conjoining of music and dance are so capable of emulating the union of lovers. And nothing can compare for sheer sensual stimulation to a beautiful naked, dancing woman. Dance forms a union between the dancer and her audience. For a dancer to arouse the watcher she must be aroused herself. There was no mistaking Anne-Marie's arousal. I cannot tell if it was the effort of dance or the power of stimulation that caused her high proud breast to heave so enticingly but only sexual arousal could have caused her pink nipples to stand so firm. Only the needs of desire could bring about that lingering look in her eyes, that parting of her teeth with her tongue that is so evocative in the language of love, And only the stimulus of sexual need could be responsible for the honey that coated the lips of her exquisite sex. Ever since Bo Derek seduced Dudley Moore in the movie 10, the throbbing beat of Ravel's Bolero has been touted as the music to make love to. But for me the Arunjuez's Adagio far better expresses the build up from tenderness through passion to the heights of orgasm. The sheer eroticism of Anne-Marie's dance certainly aroused me, suddenly I became aware of my erection. I hadn't noticed my penis getting hard; abruptly it was absolutely rigid. I moved my hand down to try to rearrange myself but then noticed Anne-Marie give a slight shake of her head. No. It was her intention to excite me; she had succeeded and was now enjoying the fruits of her endeavours. Suddenly I understood that my erection was a greater accolade than any applause I might have offered. It was as if this bond of eroticism and desire that her dance had woven between us was arousing her to even greater heights. The movements of her head caused her long red hair to flow with all the grace of a matador's cloak, one second shrouding her breasts the next flowing down her back to come to rest on the smooth mound of her buttocks. Her eyes, once smouldering with desire, now flamed with passion and lust. Her magnificent breasts, which had hardly rippled throughout her dance, now seemed to swell ever firmer; topped with rose pink nipples that appeared every bit as hard as my erection. Her legs, long muscular and lithe now glowed with the lightest film of perspiration except for that slight gap which when her legs were together was formed at the junction of her thighs and abdomen, this area positively glistened with the honey from her superb delicate vagina. I have never seen anything so beautiful, so sensual. The music was coming to its end. Anne-Marie stood before me, so close I could reach out and touch her. Involuntarily I rose to my feet now we were so close that I could feel her breath on my face as she made one last slow graceful turn before me. As the music ended she took one last step into my arms; our lips met. There was hungriness in our kiss that was not to be denied. I felt her fingers nimbly dancing along my shirt buttons and my belt as in the blink of an eye I was as naked as she. My cock, harder than it had ever been, was pressed against her lower abdomen. She reached down between us rising to Pointe so that my rigid pole slid into the gap between her thighs. I could feel the wet heat of her pussy as she slid it to and fro along me the slithering warmth of her small, hot wet labia almost more than I could bear. I took the nipple of her right breast between my teeth rolling and sucking upon it. The flame of her hair covered her left breast, a gasp escaped her lips and I looked up to see the green fire of her eyes. I brushed her hair aside to access her other breast, she whimpered as I sucked and nibbled upon it. All the while feeling the lascivious slithering suction of her wonderful pussy as it slid back and forth along my cock. I knew with certainty that I would soon come. It was as if Anne-Marie could read my mind as she withdrew from me so that my penis sprang free from her thighs; she traced a row of hot wet kisses down my abdomen till my cock stood hard, proud and wet with her juices before her. She flicked the curtain of her hair back over her shoulders so that she could look me in the eyes as she took my rigid pole into her mouth and began sucking. Everything that Anne-Marie did was done with grace beauty and sensuality. Thus it was that in a very short time I could feel the pre-cum start to ooze out of me. A thought crossed my mind that my juices and hers were now together in her mouth. I wondered what it would taste like. I was soon to find out as once again she anticipated me and just before my orgasm began she rose to kiss me. Our combined juices were sweet yet tangy. As our lips parted I began trailing kisses down her superb body. Once again her nipples reacted by swelling between my lips, the proud firmness of her thrusting breasts heaved as my lips traversed them; her washboard abs rippled as my tongue rippled across them till at last the object of my desire, her magnificent, delicate and exquisite pussy was directly before me. I suspect that there are a million things that I could have done to pay homage to perfection but I did the only thing that sprang to mind. I kissed it softly tenderly, initially with reverence the kind of kiss that lovers share. Her vaginal lips responded as only a lover's can softly smoothly, then as desire rose ever more inside her, they parted allowing me access to the honey coated pinkness within. Anne-Marie moaned and whimpered as I paid homage to her pussy; then her voice rose to a cry as I made my way to her clitoris where my kisses became demands as I used the rough texture of my tongue to massage her perfect pink pearl. I could feel her body start to buck, her stomach rippling and her breasts heaving above me she was oh so close to orgasm. Then suddenly she moved away. I rose to my feet to look into eyes that blazed with desire as she said. ' I need you inside me now! ' She took my hand to lead me, not to her bedroom but to the barre where she turned to face me, raised her right leg till it rested on the barre, then drew me to her as she reached down between us to grasp my cock and place it at her entrance. I must admit that I had doubts that my large penis would fit into her exquisite tiny vagina and that may have been the case had she been dry. But Anne-Marie's pussy was ready for love; hot and deliciously lubricated. She was tight, very tight and oh so hot and smooth. I didn't have to force my way into her, just push gently, but it also felt as if she was drawing me into her, her musculature clutching and pulling at my penis whilst simultaneously sucking me in. There is a finite limit on how much of this incredible treatment that a man can take before he reaches the stage where orgasm becomes imminent and he loses control. I have always tried to ensure that my lover's orgasm precedes mine, love is an act of sharing, but it was not long before I found myself thrusting harder and faster into Anne-Marie as her tight, wet vagina clasped and sucked ever more fiercely. I had reached the stage ejaculation was becoming unavoidable; my very being was concentrated on the intense pleasure that coursed through me. Yet still I tried to hold back waiting for Anne-Marie till suddenly I became aware of her voice keening, her body tensing, her vagina milking my penis, she had arrived just in time. There is no sensation that can begin to compare to a shared orgasm. To know that your lover is sharing the intense pleasure that you feel is as good as joy, delight and gratification can ever be. Thus it was with Anne-Marie, it felt as if I could never stop pumping great ropes of sperm into her and then when I finally did, her vagina continued clutching and sucking at me as if trying to milk more from me. Till finally, sated, Anne-Marie lowered her leg from the barre to clasp me firmly to her body; great sobs of breath still racked her causing her breasts to heave against me; her pussy, still hot and running with our juices, was stroking against my thigh. Within a surprisingly short time I felt my cock begin to swell, Anne-Marie brushed her hair aside, looked into my eyes, reached down to grasp my cock and said with a smile 'Let's take this to bed shall we?' * The Pussy Man Cometh. Angels. Two years later. Baby Mathew gurgled happily as he rolled his unclothed six month old body on the carpet of Carrie's living room floor. ' So, when are you coming back to work? Lynn asked between sips of coffee. ' Yeah, we really miss you and so does Jerry.' Anne-Marie added. Carrie's eyes danced, she smiled at her son before replying. 'Not long now, Jerry's having a crèche built so that I can bring Mathew to work with me. I miss you guys too.' She lowered her voice before continuing 'And I really need Jerry.' The Angels all smiled down at the baby before Lynn asked. 'Any plans to increase the size of your family?' 'Oh yes. Once Mathew is two years old we'll try for another.' Ann-Marie tickled the baby's tummy, he gurgled with delight as she said 'I'm sure that you'll be successful. But if it is another boy I wonder if he will be as well hung as this little guy,' end