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The Staff

By: Zack2981



The first day of summer was usually one filled with excitement and relief for most students, especially those who had just graduated high school. For them, summer meant trips to the lake, late-night parties, and movie marathons at the Schulman Theater downtown. For Zack Baskins, however, this was not the case. In an effort to raise his grades, his mother had made a deal with him. Get straight As and he could go to Germany with his best friend, Chet. Anything less and he would spend the summer working odd jobs and saving money for college. 

"Stupid B+," Zack mumbled as he walked up the long walkway leading up to the large dusty old house up the hill, dragging with him trashbags, gloves, and a rather impressive assortment of cleaning gear. Upon seeing his final report card, Zack's mother had picked out the perfect punishment from an ad she'd seen in the newspaper. The ad was placed by Ashley Cameron, the daughter of the richest man in town. In it, she stated that she was looking for someone to come clean out her late father's large house. The job would take the majority of the summer but it would pay well which, to Zack's mom, sounded perfect.

Zack dropped his stuff on the step and rang the doorbell. He immediately heard footsteps. A woman came out smiling and pushed out her hand. 

"You must be Zack," she said. Ashley was in her late 30's and definitely still attractive but she didn't flaunt it. She was blonde with green eyes, about 5'8" and appeared to have quite a nice rack underneath her blouse and stuffy coat. Also, she walked like she had a stick up her round ass. If she wasn't so friendly, Zack may have thought of her as a cold bitch. Probably just her rich upbringing, he thought as he shook her hand, noticing her lovely red nails.

Ashley pulled a key from her coat pocket and handed it to Zack. "Well, like I said over the phone, most of the furniture has been moved out, all of the electricity is still connected, but the phone line isn't. This key will open every door in the house, but there are a few of them that I haven't even been into in... ever to be honest with you. My father was a very private man. If you find anything inside that you want, feel free to keep it. I have everything that I felt was worth taking." 

Ashley looked up at the large looming mansion and winced. "I appreciate your help with this. I just don't think I could go through it..." As she continued to talk, Zack stopped listening and let his eyes roam down to her cleavage. The top two buttons on her red coat were undone and her cleavage was quite visible. Zack could feel his cock moving in his jeans. 

"Everything clear?" Ashley asked. Zack snapped his eyes back up and nodded. 

"Yeah, um... would it be inappropriate of me to ask when I'd get paid?"

Ashley laughed. She actually looked beautiful when she smiled. "Not at all. How about half now and the rest at the end of the summer? I won't even tell your mom," she said with a wink. 

Zack smiled, surprised. "Okay, yeah. That sounds good."

Ashley handed him a check and headed down the steps. "My cell number is on the kitchen counter if you need anything," she shouted over her shoulder. "Thanks again!"

Zack waved half-heartedly and stuffed the check into his pocket. Sighing, he unlocked the large front door and stepped inside.

The house was dusty and dim. Zack groaned, thinking how much work this was going to be. He dragged his cleaning gear into the front room and left it there. Today would be inspection day. No cleaning. Even though he knew he'd have to do it all eventually, that plan made today seem a bit more bearable. Besides, after talking to Ashley, his dick was still very awake. He rubbed it through his jeans and started up the stairs.

Reaching the top, he found a long hallway filled with doors on either side. He bounced the key in his hand and started walking down the left side. "Okay... which one of you doors is the big private room?" He stopped in front of the first one. "Is it you?"

Zack tried the door and it opened easily. "Guess not," he said and stepped inside. The room was empty except for a few books lying on the floor. The room smelled like dust. Zack went back into the hall, leaving the door open and moved to the one across the hall. 

"How about you?" Zack pulled the knob and found the door firmly locked. "Ahhh, maybe something interesting in here then..." he said to himself as he unlocked the door. With a loud click, the knob gave way and Zack pushed the door open with some effort. 

Inside this one seemed to be what was left of an old office. A desk lamp was broken and lying near the window and what appeared to be a bundle of phone jacks beside it. The only other object of note was a large closet on the right side of the room. Zack walked over to it, kicking at the remains of the lamp on the way, and opened the closet door.

"Holy fucking shit!" Zack yelled and nearly tripped over his feet as he stumbled backward, away from the dead body in the closet. His heart pounding, he tried to get a hold of himself and took a closer look at it. The body was one hell of a body. A gorgeous brunette woman, dressed in a French maid uniform stood smiling inside the closet. Her eyes were open and instead of looking creepy, she looked gorgeous and warm. Zack cautiously approached it.

The woman didn't look dead. Her skin was white and her face was immaculate. Her full red lips pulled into a smile were youthful and shiny. Her breasts were nearly spilling out of her black frilly top and her long luscious legs were barely covered by her tiny black skirt. 

"What the fuck..." Zack whispered as he stepped closer. He reached out and touched the woman's arm, finding it warm. He caressed it softly and felt the tiny hairs respond to his touch. Whatever she was, she definitely wasn't dead. 

"Hello?" he asked. The woman gave no reaction.

Zack licked his lips. He thought his hormones were going crazy for Ashley, but he was now sporting a full hard on while looking over this beautiful specimen of a woman. He tried, briefly, to stop himself, but couldn't resist. He reached up slowly and touched the woman's breasts, finding them soft. He squeezed and ran a thumb over her very hard nipple.

"Mmmmm..." 

Zack stopped, frozen. He hadn't moaned. He looked up at the woman. Her eyes were closed, but her lips were slightly parted in a soft sensual moan. Zack's hand stayed glued to her chest as her eyes slowly opened and looked at him. "Well, you don't have to stop," she said.

Zack's hand dropped and he stepped away from the closet. "Um, I'm sorry. I, uh... what are you doing in there?"

The woman flashed her smile again. She was nearly as tall as Zack, who was a solid 6'. She stepped out of the closet and he noticed she was wearing very sexy black high heels. His dick was throbbing.

"I'm Elise. I live here," she said softly.

"Wha-what?"

She laughed. "Thomas Cameron created me. I'm... artificial."

Zack's eyes darted around the room. He stepped closer to Elise, his voice lowered. "Listen, I'm sorry. I was just supposed to come in and clean the house. I feel like a huge perv now. I don't know if this a big joke or if this is going to be on TV but I really would rather not be a part of it."

Elise cocked her head to the side, her long wavy black hair cascading down her lilywhite shoulder. "TV?"

Zack nodded. "Yeah, or whatever. I just..."

"Did you say you needed the house cleaned?" Elise asked, interrupting him.

"Yeah. So, I'm just going to do that and you can... just... do whatever you do," Zack said, his face red. He started to step away, trying to tell himself why he should even stay after embarrassing himself like that.

"Very well. I will start with this room, sir. Would you like me to clean in the nude?" Elise smiled, her voice sultry and soothing.

Zack turned back. "I'm sorry?"

"My creator often enjoyed watching me clean in the nude. He created me to be visually pleasing," Elise said, looking down at her soft D cups. Zack stared at her, unsure what to say. 

"Whatever... I'll go get the cleaning stuff," he replied finally.

"I will be here," Elise said, smiling.

Zack hurried down the stairs and grabbed some rags and several different varieties of cleaning sprays. He looked around quickly, still not convinced fully that he wasn't in the middle of a very weird practical joke. With his supplies in hand, he ran back up the steps.

He returned to the room finding Elise standing in exactly the same place, however, the room was spotless. Zack dropped his rags and bottles.

"Uh... wow. You really cleaned it," he said, looking at the office.

"Yes. I did. Would you like to be pleased now?" Elise asked, stepping closer to Zack. "I am programmed in hand, oral and vaginal pleasure as well as cleaning."

Zack stared at her. "What?"

Elise reached forward, her long white-tipped nails grazing Zack's crotch. "You have an erection. May I help you with it? You have had it since you woke me. Please allow me to please you. Perhaps my lips would serve to relieve your sexual tension?"

Elise kneeled in front of Zack who could barely speak. "Um..." was all he could say.

"Here..." Elise unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, leaving his boxers on. She smiled up at him and leaned back, undoing her top to reveal two perfect D cup tits. They bounced as she smiled up at him, rubbing his dick through his boxers. She blew softly over it as she gripped the sides and pulled down. Zack's cock sprung out and Elise moaned gently, admiring it. 

"Ohhhh.... It's so nice... what is your name?" she asked gripping his shaft in her soft hand.

"Zack," Zack said quietly.

Elise began to stroke it, rubbing the head with her thumb. "Shall I suck you off, Zack?"

Zack nodded, looking down at the perfect brunette as her full lips parted. Her tongue slid out and licked his shaft from balls to head and took the whole thing into her mouth. She moaned as she began to stroke and suck. Her hand twisted around his dick and her lips slid down to his stomach, taking all of him into her mouth.

Zack began to moan, watching her. He put his hand onto her bobbing head and felt her soft gorgeous black hair. He closed his eyes and listened to her slurping and sucking noises as she sucked eagerly for his cum. 

She popped his cock out of her mouth loudly and pumped it expertly in her hand. She leaned back and cupped her huge titties, squeezing them around his cock. She then tilted her head down so she could keep sucking the head. Zack instinctively fucked her melon tits. "Ohhhhh fuck..." he moaned.

Elise let him fuck her tits for a bit then dropped them, returning her full attention to sucking his throbbing dick. She moaned, slobbering all over his cock as she sucked it hard into her throat. He came up for air, then went back down as Zack began to moan, feeling his orgasm building. 

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum," he moaned. Elise moaned harder, stroking, sucking, almost begging him to finish into her mouth.

Zack pulled her head to him as he spurted into her mouth. Moaning with her, he unloaded his cum. "Oooohhh, fuck...."

He looked down at her. Not a drop was on her chin. She'd swallowed it all. "Wow..." Zack said. "That was amazing." 

Elise pulled her top back on and stood up. "I love sucking cock," she said, smiling. "Next time you will need to fuck me.... Or one of the others."

Zack stopped, halfway done buttoning his jeans. "Others?"

Elise nodded. "Yes, Thomas made several of us to pleasure him and do the housework. I don't know where they are, but he kept them in various places around the house. They are programmed for pleasure too."

Zack stepped out into the hall and looked down it at the endless corridor of rooms...

The Staff Conference Ch. 01



Tracy finished unbuttoning her blouse and pulled it off.

"So, what do you think? Will you survive a week with all these crazy women?" she asked.

John already had his shirt off and was undoing his belt.

"Sure. I can take care of myself."

Tracy let her jeans slide to her ankles before stepping out of them and tossing the pants onto the hotel room chair. John stood a few feet away in his boxers.

"I bet some of them think you'll fuck them before the week's over," Tracy said. She unhooked her bra and casually added it to the growing pile of clothes.

Despite having seen Tracy naked dozens of time before, John still took a second to admire her full, firm breasts.

"Some of them may be right," he said, pushing his boxers down his legs.

Tracy smiled at the man's thick cock. Not yet fully erect, she knew it would only take her magic lips a few seconds to get him ready.

"Like who?" she inquired.

The two young teachers were now naked, moving together next to the bed. John reached out and touched Tracy's nipples.

"We'll have to see. Won't we?"

Tracy held his cock and they both responded to the rush of sexual stimulation they felt, knowing that soon they would be fucking wildly.

John, 29, and Tracy, 27, clicked on John's first day at the middle school. The tall, good-looking guy and the leggy blonde were dating within weeks. Their friendship was no secret among the other staff members. But his status as a single male hadn't changed. Nearly all of the predominantly female staff had at least daydreamed one time or another of being with the amiable math teacher.

Together now for a week-long conference in central Florida, the small group would have plenty of opportunities to interact with each other in so many ways. Tracy did not fear losing her man. Or, if she did, she didn't show it.

With her tongue sliding up and down John's hardened shaft, it seemed unlikely to her that he would not eventually come back to her even if he did temporarily stray. She wrapped her lips around him and took him deep into her throat. She was on her back, anxious for the athletic figure hovering over her to begin pounding his cock into her wet pussy.

John didn't need to be told what Tracy wanted. He moved down and thrust his cock into her with the amount of force that he knew would drive her crazy. He held her by the ass and hammered her until she moaned with desire. Then he took her nipple in his mouth, positioning himself so he wouldn't miss a beat.

Tracy cried out as her man bit down lightly on the nipple. She clung to him and felt her orgasm build. There would be no prolonged teasing this time. This was fucking at its finest.

Tracy announced that she was about to cum and John gave one last lick of her nipple. Their heads were now side by side and the pair came together with their bodies acting as one. They kissed, hearing each other moan through long, violent orgasms. Near the end they rolled onto their sides while John continued to plunge his cock into Tracy. The last of his cum poured into her just as she began to lie still on the bed, totally spent.

They were motionless for a moment, heavy breathing the only sound in the room.

"God. And it's only the first day," Tracy sighed.

"And I've got so many women to do," John added.

"Yeah. That's right. Just who DO you think you're going to do this week?" Tracy rolled onto her side, facing her lover.

"How many are there?"

"Fuck you," Tracy said. "Start naming names."

John smiled at her and then stared at the roof as in thought. "I bet I can get Lisa."

Tracy frowned. She knew he might be right. "And Amy. But I think that's it."

"Yeah. Amy would be good," John agreed. "How about Kathy?"

"Never. Too old. But you do like blondes, don't you?"

"And Michele," John said.

"Oh, sure. Rob the cradle. You probably want every first year teacher from now on, don't you?" Tracy said, circling John's nipple with her finger.

"Only the cute ones."

She squeezed the nipple tightly, getting the expected response from him. "Anyway, I'm guessing Lisa and Amy and that's it."

"And I'm adding Kathy and Michele. What's the bet?" John asked.

Tracy smiled. She wasn't going to pass up this opportunity to play out a favorite fantasy. "The one who's closest gets to tie up the loser. Anything goes."

"Deal. I'll try not to hurt you."

"Hurt me," Tracy said, rolling on top of him.

Chapter 1: Lisa

An hour before Lisa was to meet a group of teachers in the lobby to walk to dinner, she was stepping into the shower. The 35 year old brunette let the water run over her body from her shoulders to her toes. She turned and let it flow down her back, over her ass and onto her thighs.

Her hands rose over her stomach until resting on top of her ample breasts. She closed her eyes and pushed her palms against her sensitive nipples. Lisa imagined that they were John's hands. The new, young, male teacher was now the official heartthrob of the school and the shy, married woman could only dream of having him.

Lisa grabbed the small bar of soap and placed it between her legs. It rubbed against her pussy, then along the folds of skin protecting her clit. She pressed harder and felt the nub harden as she envisioned John removing his clothes outside the shower. Lisa could see him through the thin curtain. John stepped into the shower with her, his long, thick cock hanging between his legs.

Lisa moved the soap up to her tits, spreading the bubbly film over her chest until her nipples stuck out even farther. After a few seconds, the soap was back between her legs.

She held the soap in her palm while inserting her middle finger inside her soaked pussy. With the soap massaging her clit, she slid the finger in and out, picturing John forcing his body against hers.

Finally, Lisa put the soap back in its dish and began to work her clit even harder. Her free hand was on her nipple, ruggedly squeezing and rolling it. In her mind she was kneeling down, putting John's rock hard cock between her lips. She let him push it deep into her throat, licking it with her tongue the entire time.

Two fingers rubbed against her clit--the soap, water and her own juices combining to make it feel as if she was rubbing an ice cube. Except she was hot, aching for his cock inside her and needing to cum.

She bent forward at the waist. Her own body was trying to escape the onslaught of her hands. But she continued to stroke the most sensitive areas until arriving at the brink.

Five more seconds and she would cum.

Lisa's mind was spinning with images of John cumming in her mouth, his cum trickling down her chin as she tried to take it all in. She more she stroked him and sucked on his shaft, the more he came.

Then her hands pulled away from her body and she leaned against the back of the shower. Her body screamed out with lust.

"Oh my God," Lisa whispered to herself, trying to catch her breath.

She rinsed off, purposely avoiding any contact by her hands. How was she going to dry off without cumming, she thought? Lisa stood in the shower for another couple minutes to allow her body to return to normal, then stepped out.

Half an hour later, John and Tracy walked into the hotel lobby. They spotted a small group of familiar faces and headed that way. Soon, all of the staff members who said they wanted to go out to dinner were present. The small crowd managed to agree on a location and set off into the night.

John found himself walking next to and chatting with Lisa. Her above average intelligence and above average bashfulness intrigued him, not to mention her mature good looks.

She was dressed in a light weight sweater and skirt that showed off her pleasant figure. Lisa was definitely one of the members of the party that John hoped to see around the pool as the week progressed.

Tracy was walking well ahead of John and Lisa, amidst a group of women talking much too loud for his liking. Within two blocks John and Lisa had fallen off the back of the mob.

"Is being with all these women going to drive you crazy?" Lisa asked with a smile.

"In what way?" John said straight-faced.

Lisa giggled. "All the talking."

"Oh. Well, I'm getting a little used to it in the school lounge. This is just a bigger version of that, I guess," he said.

"I'm glad you're going out with us, Lisa said. "I get tired of listening to all of them talk."

"You're not much of a talker?"

Lisa smiled. "Not much. Only when I have to."

"Do you want me to leave you alone?" John asked, knowing it was a loaded question.

"Of course not. In fact, tell me more about you."

John filled in the parts about his life story that he didn't think Lisa already knew. In the meantime he managed to extract little nuggets about Lisa. Like the fact her husband traveled a lot and that maybe she'd like him to get a job that kept him home a little more. And that she was afraid her thirteen year old daughter was going to be "a wild one."

When the group got to the restaurant and were escorted to their tables, John and Lisa sat together. Tracy was at another table, but strategically faced the two new friends. John was sure it was no coincidence.

The dinner went by fast. As much as John tried to join in on almost all the conversations, he and Lisa found themselves talking to each other more often than not. The walk back to the hotel was much the same as the walk to the restaurant, except for the fact John was now frantically thinking of ways to spend more time with Lisa. The most obvious way...getting her into his room...wasn't being ruled out, but he thought it unlikely.

Once back inside the lobby of the hotel, the group began to break up. John and Lisa brought up the rear, again.

"Would you like a drink?" Lisa asked to John's total surprise.

"Sure. If you want."

Lisa led them into the lounge and chose a table near the darkest corner of the already dark room. John enjoyed her taking the lead. He sat across from her and they soon had drinks in front of them.

"Is Tracy going to be jealous?" Lisa asked calmly.

"Tracy? I don't know. You'll have to ask her." John watched Lisa cross her legs, exposing more of her finely shaped thighs. She was watching for a reaction, but he gave her none.

"Would your husband be jealous?" John queried.

"Yeah, right."

The tone of Lisa's answer alone told John everything he needed to know. There would be no need to bring his name up again.

Two drinks later, the couple was leaning forward on the table. Their hands were oftentimes inches apart. Their faces closer than at any other time all night.

Then John felt Lisa's leg brush against his and he felt the reaction in his cock. She responded as though it was a mistake, but he doubted that. He wanted to jump over the table and take her right there in the shadowy lounge.

"If I'm keeping you up...," John began to say.

"Not at all." Lisa couldn't cut him off faster if she tried. "In fact, if you want to join me in the room..."

John looked at her gorgeous green eyes and nearly melted. She wasn't going to finish the sentence.

"Let's go," he said.

They paid and exited the lounge into a nearly empty lobby. The elevator ride was an effort for John. He wanted to pin this woman against the wall and explore her body with his hands. Instead, she fished around in her purse for the room key card and led John down the hallway of her floor. He watched her ass sway under her skirt as she walked a step in front of him.

Lisa stopped at her room and swiped the card. She opened the door quickly and turned on the light. John felt his heart pounding like he was on a first date. He wondered what she felt.

"There are some drinks on the table. Grab whatever you want," Lisa said as she entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

John looked at the collection of beer and wine in the ice bucket. Only a few ice cubes remained. Water surrounded the cans and bottles.

He decided against anything more to drink and sat down. A few seconds later, Lisa rejoined him. Her hair seemed a little neater and John thought he sniffed a new, delicate scent.

"You're not having anything?" she asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"No, thank you." He attempted not to stare at the long legs crossed in front of him. Lisa made no attempt to pull her skirt down, leaning back onto her hands to show even more.

They chatted for a few minutes. Finally, Lisa rose from the bed and poured herself a small glass of wine. John watched every graceful move. He could reach out and touch her if he wanted. And he wanted to.

Lisa looked directly down at him and took a sip.

John got up from the chair and took the glass from Lisa's hand. He put it on the table and moved close enough to her that their bodies nearly touched. Their eyes locked together.

John put his hand on her brown hair. When she didn't resist, he pulled her towards him and put his lips on hers. The kiss instantly became passionate. Hours worth of longing to touch each other flowed into a loving embrace. Their tongues collided as John grabbed the woman behind the head and forced his mouth tighter onto hers.

Lisa moaned as their bodies rubbed against each other, hands beginning to explore. John felt the woman's breasts press against his chest. She felt his cock begin to harden.

No words were spoken as they kissed. His hands skimmed across her ass, then up her back and inside her sweater. Her skin was warm and soft to his touch. Lisa held him by the hips for a second, then forced a hand between them until finding his cock.

John felt the back of her bra, then quickly moved his hands around to the front of her chest. He felt the material of her bra crumple in his hands as he massaged her breasts. Lisa had the length of his shaft under one palm, gently rubbing him harder and harder.

The kiss ended and they stood face to face, touching each other and feeling their arousal increase by the second. When John forced Lisa's breasts to compress under the force of his touch, she sighed, "Oh, John. Yes."

He lifted her sweater. Again, she didn't deny him his wish. John pulled it over her head and tossed it aside. He looked at her well-tanned skin, which disappeared under her bra in the form of large, firm breasts. His fingers traced the outline of the bra while Lisa unzipped his pants.

John reached around and unhooked Lisa's bra. Slowly, he lowered the straps until they slid down Lisa's arms and the bra fell off. She undid his belt and let his pants fall to the floor.

Then she touched him through his boxers. He was hard...long, thick and hard. She felt a shiver go up her spine.

When John put his hands on her bare breasts, the tingling between Lisa's legs reached an unbearable level. She could feel her panties begin to cling to the damp opening.

Her hand reached inside the front of John's boxers. She gripped his cock and slowly stroked it. At the same time, his mouth surrounded the end of one of her breasts. At the first contact of his tongue on her nipple, Lisa moaned.

John used his hands to push the breasts up to his mouth. One after the other he licked and sucked her nipples, kneading the soft skin of her breasts in his palms.

Lisa pulled his cock out of the boxers. It was fully erect now...she assumed. It was certainly bigger than her husband's, at least from what she could remember.

"God, how long has it been?" she asked herself.

Her mind was thrown back into the present when John lightly bit down on one of her nipples. Lisa clutched his cock even harder.

"Sit down," Lisa whispered into John's ear.

When the young man was seated on the edge of the bed, Lisa pulled off his pants, shoes and socks in virtually one motion. From her knees, she reached up and pulled down his boxers. She watched John's cock slide back through the slit in front, only to reappear as the boxers were removed.

Lisa took a second to marvel at his magnificent, naked body. She wasn't sure her nerves would allow her to get back onto her feet. But the desire overtaking her provided the impetus she needed.

John looked up at the other teacher as she unfastened her skirt. It fell to the floor and John's eyes focused on Lisa's tiny panties. The outline of her pussy was clearly evident under the thin material.

Lisa hooked her thumbs inside the waistband and pushed them down. As she bent over, her breasts hung invitingly close to his face. John simply watched, knowing that more was to come.

Lisa allowed him to examine her nude body while she eyed the cock pointing stiffly up at her. Then she stepped forward.

She straddled John's legs with her own, and sat down. Lisa took his head and guided it to her right breast, wanting more of the delicious sensation his tongue created when it flicked back and forth across her nipple.

Lisa inched her hips forward and let her body rub against his cock. Then she put her hand behind it and pressed it to her stomach. She rolled her palm over it and then up and down the shaft, feeling the thick head get bigger and bigger.

"I want to fuck you, Lisa," John said softly.

The woman didn't answer. She just got on her knees on the bed and placed her pussy directly over his cock. John leaned back and watched as Lisa began to lower herself onto him.

He grabbed her by the hips and held her in place as they started to fuck. Lisa was glad she was as wet as she was. John was the first man she'd been with in ages and her tight pussy needed all the help it could get to fit him in.

She wanted to cry out with delight at the pleasure of having a cock sliding inside her once again. Nervousness prevented her from cumming immediately, which she realized was a blessing in disguise.

The couple bucked and rolled, with John eventually ending up on top as they lay diagonally across the bed. He held Lisa's arms over her head and drove his rigid cock into her until he couldn't hold back any more.

"I'm going to cum. Should I pull out?" he asked.

"Don't you dare."

Lisa couldn't, or didn't want to, say anything else. She just wanted this young man to fuck her until they both collapsed.

John gave her one more verbal warning, then shot the first long stream of cum deep inside her.

"Oh, yes. John. Harder, please."

She thought he would force her off the bed as he shot load after load into her. Soon, her own orgasm commenced. Her body shuddered as she wrapped her legs around John's waist. He lifted her by the ass and the extra contact she felt inside her pussy caused another orgasm to begin.

She thought it would never end and totally lost track of what sounds she was making. All she knew was it was the hardest she had cum in her lifetime.

Before long, they were side-by-side on the bed, his hand on her breast.

"Oh my god, John. That was magnificent," Lisa managed to say.

"You were great," he replied.

When they caught their breath, Lisa rolled over and watched John get dressed. She wondered when, or if, she'd ever get this chance again.

Tracy was lying naked on John's bed when he entered his room.

"Lisa?" she asked him.

"Yep."

"How was she?" Tracy was on her side, gazing at her boyfriend as he got naked.

"I'll tell you all about it in the shower in the morning," John said as he crawled on top of her, beginning his kiss at her neck and working his way down.

Note: The conference continues in upcoming chapters.



The Staff Conference Ch. 02



John put the bar of soap at the top of Tracy's back and began swiping it up and down the smooth, tanned skin. Water poured over her breasts, down her body and between her legs.

But John could only concentrate on his lover's bare back and cute, round ass. His hands were spreading soap over her cheeks, cupping them as he went. He kneaded her skin before sliding the soap down her thighs and up again until touching her pussy.

Finally, he put the soap aside and pressed his hard cock against her ass. He reached around and wrapped his fingers around Tracy's large breasts. Her nipples stuck out like erasers, eager for his touch.

"So, tell me about Lisa," Tracy said.

John kissed her on the neck. "Are you sure?"

"Every detail."

He rubbed his now soapy cock against her ass some more, running it up and down along her crack. "Well, she started it."

Tracy issued a mock laugh.

"We got naked and she sat on my lap on the bed, facing me," John said. All the while, one hand was on Tracy's breast and one hand was on her clit. "She let me suck on her tit before forcing me onto my back."

Tracy closed her eyes and pushed her ass harder against his cock.

"Then she moved on top of me and we began to fuck." John's hand increased its pressure against her clit before moving down so he could insert a couple fingers inside Tracy's pussy.

"Should I go on?" John asked.

"Oh God, yes."

"Well, pretty soon we started rolling around and I ended up on top. She's very athletic for her age," John said of the 35 year old teacher. Tracy wasn't impressed. She was too busy concentrating on the growing urge inside her body to explode in an orgasm.

"Go on," she encouraged him.

"I spread her legs...," John said, doing the same to Tracy. "Then I drove my cock hard and deep into her tight pussy."

Tracy cried out as John entered her from behind, pulling her back at the waist.

"She begged me to fuck her harder." John thrust his cock into Tracy until she was thrown against the shower wall, his cock acting like a piston.

"She pleaded for more, Tracy. The more I fucked her the harder she wanted it."

The sound of their sex filled the hotel bathroom. Tracy moaned louder with each of John's thrusts.

"Yes. Yes," Tracy shrieked.

John grabbed one of Tracy's nipples and squeezed it tightly.

"Then I started to cum. Long, hot streams of cum, Tracy."

She touched her clit and began to cum. John held her tightly and plunged his cock into her and held it in place, feeling her muscles clutch at his shaft.

A few seconds later, John joined her. Their bodies spasmed together with water pouring over them. Moans combined into one long, steady torrent of noise.

"I fucked her, Tracy. Her pussy was so tight. And she came like she hadn't had sex in years."

He knew the words would prolong Tracy's orgasm, and he was right. One orgasm followed the other each time he gave more details. His cock strained to keep up with her, but eventually it softened and fell out of Tracy's contented pussy.

Chapter 2: Amy

As they dried off, Tracy asked, "So who's next?"

"I think we both agreed Amy would be easy," John said.

Tracy walked past him, making sure to brush his body with hers. "Yes, I'm sure of that. Do you have a plan, yet?"

They were standing next to the bed, laying out clothes to wear.

"She was already starting to flirt at some of the sessions yesterday. I'll take her up on it today and see what happens."

John, 29, and Tracy, 27, were both unmarried middle school teachers. They were attending a conference in central Florida with the rest of the staff members. The previous day the pair had made a bet on which teachers John would have sex with during the week-long conference.

Amy was on both of their lists. She was a 30 year old brunette with a great body and a tendency to flirt with every male she met. John, being the newest teacher at the school, was a prime target for her. And John was never one to turn down sex with good-looking brunettes. Or blondes, for that matter, such as Tracy.

So he had his objective for the day. He had bet Tracy that he could fuck four of the teachers. She had said two. John struck one from the list the previous night.

The stakes were high.They agreed that the winner would be in total control of the "pay-off" sex. Anything goes.

They finished dressing and headed down for the day's first meeting.

The conference was being held in a large convention center with hallways off of hallways and rooms, big and small, everywhere. It would have been easy to get lost, so the pair was happy they had each other to hang with. Not to mention the sex they enjoyed together.

John and Tracy found the right room, grabbed some breakfast snacks and took seats at a round table near the back.

"There she is," Tracy said, using her donut to point to Amy.

John nodded. Amy was three tables away, dressed in a much-too-tight blouse and black pants. Even from this distance he could see her cleavage. Amy believed the first three buttons on a blouse were put there for decoration.

"Very nice. This is going to be a breeze."

"I'm afraid so. At least we both picked her," Tracy conceded.

"I suppose you want details," John said between sips of coffee.

"Every one."

At that point, another couple of teachers joined John and Tracy and the conversation turned to school matters. John managed to lock eyes with Amy a couple of times and they exchanged smiles.

During the first morning break, John was at the snack table refilling his coffee when a familiar voice beside him drew his attention.

"Do you have plans for lunch?"

John turned to face Amy. "No. Not really."

Amy's perpetual smile looked more inviting than normal. "Can I steal you from Tracy for a while?"

"You won't be stealing me. I'd love to eat with you," he said honestly.

John was a good five inches taller than Amy. He struggled with the temptation to peer down her blouse. But the simple act of looking her in the face allowed him to sneak a quick look at the tops of her full breasts. Below that was the hint of a tiny, skin colored bra.

"Great. I'll look for you when we break."

"OK," he answered. "Try to stay awake."

Amy laughed and headed back to her table. John watched her tight ass sway back and forth and felt his cock react in anticipation of their lunch date.

The rest of the morning seemed to drag on forever as the session leader tried to make student assessments sound exciting. John didn't know what his prospects were of having sex with Amy at lunch, but he knew the lunch was a major step in ultimately achieving that goal. If it would ever arrive.

The clock inched its way to the noon hour. John felt his heartbeat quicken as the instructor of the class began to wind down his lesson. Finally, it was over and people were starting to file out.

John stacked his belongings, told Tracy and the crowd she was with he had other plans, and sought out the lovely Amy. Before he could even turn around, her hand was on his arm.

"Ready?" she inquired.

"Let's go," he said, smiling down at his companion.

They joined the mob in the hallway, a little taken aback by the bustle and noise.

"What did you have in mind?" John asked. They were forced to walk or be trampled.

Amy looked up at him. "Actually, my room."

John stared at her, realizing from her wicked smile that she might have been only half joking. In the corner of his eye John caught an empty, darkened passageway. He looked more closely and saw it was either an emergency exit way or a service door.

"C'mon," he said, taking Amy by the arm and leading her towards the vacant hallway. There were at least three closed doors in the hall before it dead-ended at the exit door.

Amy's heart raced with excitement. Where was he taking her?

John let go of her arm and attempted to open the first door. It was locked. He moved quickly to the second door, on the other side of the hall. He turned the knob and pushed the door open. Amy watched as his head disappeared inside the dark room.

"In here," John said, poking his head out just long enough to have Amy follow him.

They walked into a very dimly lit space filled with folded and unfolded chairs and tables. As their eyes adjusted they began to see unused white boards pushed against a far wall.

Once they were inside, John closed the door, locked it and slid a long table across so that it blocked the door.

Then he turned to Amy.

"Time to eat."

The look of lust on Amy's face told John everything he needed to know. This was a beautiful woman who loved men, and having sex with men. He was about to find out how much she enjoyed it.

They came together and began a passionate kiss. John was used to Tracy's rather reserved form of kissing. But Amy immediately shot her tongue onto John's and explored all corners of his mouth.

John started to unbutton Amy's blouse. He could feel the softness of her breasts under his hands at first, before he had to pull the blouse out of her pants to complete the task of opening it. They were still kissing when he let it fall open on its own.

He looked down for a moment at her exposed breasts and bra. Then they kissed again, with his hands on top of her tits. A second glance let him determine that the bra had a front hook. Within seconds it was open and John was pulling back on the bra cups.

Amy's magnificent breasts were fully exposed. The nipples were bright pink and starting to protrude. John took one in his mouth and stabbed at his with his tongue. Amy's moans only made him work on the nipples with more energy.

Her hand found the bulge in John's pants. Amy rubbed her hand up and down the outline of John's cock, eager to get her lips around it. Meanwhile, her pussy was getting more and more soaked from John's attention to her breasts.

"Get on the table," John demanded, lifting Amy by the waist and plopping her squarely on the table blocking the door.

He had her pants opened in a matter of seconds, tugging on them at the same time. Amy lifted herself off her ass and allowed him to pull the pants down to her ankles. He pulled off her shoes, followed by the pants. Then he repeated the process with her panties.

John stared at her near nakedness for a moment. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her and, clearly, she exercised to keep the firm, flat stomach that he was looking at. Then his eyes moved down to the neatly shaven area between her legs. John caught just a glimpse of her pinkness before Amy slid off the table and attacked the front of his pants.

Soon, his erect cock was out from under his boxers and in her hands. Amy's tongue gave a quick lick, then the cock disappeared inside her warm, wet mouth. She had done this before, John surmised. She sucked and licked until he thought he was going to cum.

"Get up," John said. Amy stood to face him, saliva oozing out the side of her mouth. "Turn around."

John got his first look at Amy's sweet ass without anything hiding it. He ran his fingers over the curves of her cheeks, then pushed her forward so that she leaned against the table with her hands on top of it.

John unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor, followed by his boxers. Amy instinctively spread her legs and John positioned his throbbing cock at the entrance to her pussy.

Penetration was hard and fast. Amy cried out as John thrust forward, smacking his balls against Amy's ass when he couldn't go any farther.

"Oh, God. Yes," Amy moaned as John began to fuck her.

He reached for her tits, grabbing the nipples and squeezing them tightly. Amy reached down and began to rub her clit.

This was not a lovemaking session. This was an old-fashioned fuck, which both of them had desperately wanted. John and Amy were both incredibly excited by the lustful suddenness of the act, as well as the possibility that they could be interrupted at any moment.

Amy marveled at the way John's cock completely filled her pussy. It was huge, by comparison to any other penis she had ever had. And she'd had a few. She felt it throb as she tightened her muscles around it.

Her clit pulsed with pleasure as she massaged it harder and harder.

"Mmm. Yes. Fuck me harder, John. Make me cum," Amy begged.

"Tell me what you want," John said between thrusts.

"Your cock," she gasped. "I want your cock to keep fucking me."

John drove it deeper...faster.

"That's it. Yes. Yes. Oh, God...," Amy panted.

"Cum for me, Amy. You know you want to," he urged her. "And make me fill your pussy with my hot, thick cum."

Amy's legs stiffened as she felt her orgasm begin. John continued to verbally support her efforts, but she wasn't listening. She let out a loud shriek and then felt her body explode.

John held her tightly by the waist, pumping his cock into her as fast as he could. Amy's body quivered uncontrollably in front of him. Yet, she maintained her vice-like grip on his cock.

"Yes, Amy. Cum for me. Cum like the beautiful bitch you are."

John's own words brought on the first of many spurts of hot fluid into his partner's pussy. His balls contracted and shot stream after stream of cum through his throbbing cock and into Amy.

The table Amy leaned against pounded against the door each time John drove forward. Neither of them cared.

Soon, Amy was collapsed on the table and John's shriveling cock was lying on top of her ass, still dripping small amounts of cum onto her. He took one more chance to cup her breasts and give them a squeeze.

******

"You did her in a storage room at lunch?"

Tracy's voice expressed her true surprise at John's exploits.

"Yep. It was easy. I think she would have done it in the hall if the door had been locked," John said, running his finger around the base of Tracy's bare breast.

Tracy rolled onto her back in the bed. John's hand never left her.

"Well, go on. You said you'd tell me everything," she said.

"Only if you show me how much it excites you," John replied.

Tracy pushed John's hand off her chest and replaced it with her own. Her other hand went straight to her pussy. John saw her legs spread apart in response.

Once he was convinced she was rolling her nipple between the fingers of one hand and playing with her clit with the other, he continued.

"I didn't think we'd find an empty room so easy, but there it was—just waiting for us. She was all over me, so I had to undress her," he said.

Tracy rolled her head towards him and gave him her best "fuck you" look.

"What were the chances she'd have a front hook bra on?" he asked playfully.

"I'm surprised she had a bra on," Tracy said, her eyes closed and her hands still very active. John watched her knead her breast and let it recover, the nipple growing a brighter pink by the second. Below, she rhythmically stroked her clit.

"She's got great tits, Tracy. Not as big as yours, but nice and firm with great nipples. I sucked on them and rolled the nipples with my tongue. She began to moan and I knew I had her."

Tracy's mouth hung slightly open, sucking in air more quickly than before.

"I could have probably made her cum by sucking on those tits, but I wanted to fuck her, Tracy. I wanted my thick cock in that tight little pussy of hers. So I put her on the table and ripped off her pants and panties. I got so hard looking at her breasts and naked pussy that I thought I'd cum before getting a chance to fuck her."

Tracy arched her back, lifting her ass off the bed. She inserted a finger into her sopping wet pussy, then a second one.

"Oh, God. Don't stop," she sighed. Tracy looked over at her lover and saw his hard cock pointing towards her.

"I made her lean against the table, bending over so her naked ass and pussy were staring right at me. What a beautiful sight, Tracy. I immediately placed my cock at the entrance to her pussy and forced it in."

Tracy's hips moved up and down almost imperceptibly.

"We started to fuck. Oh, God, it felt good. Her pussy was so unbelievably tight. But it was wet and she wanted me, Tracy. She wanted me to fuck her hard. She kept telling me. 'Fuck me, John.' So I obliged."

Tracy was almost there. She knew she might cum before he was done with his story. John, of course, was going to stretch the story out as long as he could. He sensed her pending orgasm and decided it was time to put her over the edge.

"I grabbed her by the hips and shoved my cock into her until the table slammed up against the door. She was practically screaming at me, Tracy. 'Fuck me. Fuck me.' My cock was about to explode when I finally felt her start to cum."

Those words were all Tracy needed to hear. They were her clue. She pushed in on her clit, squeezed a nipple hard, and began to cum.

John watched her ass leave the bed, struggling to have more of her hand against her clit.

"Her muscles clung to my cock like a hand. She cried out and squirmed on the table like a teenager. My body slammed against her ass harder and harder."

Tracy was totally lost in her own orgasm, hearing the words and imagining it was her being taken by John. Each time he spoke her orgasm grew stronger.

"Finally I had to cum and I could feel it flowing through my cock. God, Tracy. I came so long and hard. Each thrust put another long stream of fluid into her. And she begged me to keep going."

Tracy's nipples were bright red from the abuse she gave them. The fingers of her right hand were soaked with juices. She laid spread out on the bed, totally exhausted.

"So, that was Amy," John said. "Tomorrow's another day...another teacher."



The Staff Conference Ch. 03



John had not won his bet with Tracy, yet. They each said he'd fuck Lisa and Amy during the weeklong conference. And he had. But he bet his fellow teacher and lover that he'd also get two additional teachers to bed with him. The week was half over and time was running short. His two most difficult subjects lie ahead.

John had two targets in mind—Kathy and Michele. Kathy was a mature, 39 year old blonde who had always interested him, despite being ten years older than himself. She had the body of a twenty year old, with a sharp mind and quick wit. He considered her a challenge.

Michele was a naïve, cute first year teacher right out of college with dazzling brunette hair styled in colorful layers. He wanted to jump on her every time he saw her. She would either be the best fuck he ever had...or a total bore. He planned on finding out this week.

But first, Kathy.

Chapter 3: Kathy

John thought back to the previous day when he had led Amy into an empty storage room, ripped off her clothes and fucked her for lunch. Granted, Amy didn't resist or complain. But Kathy would require a different technique. Kathy called for tact. Skill. Maybe even cleverness on John's part.

"Shit," he thought to himself. "I can't lose this bet to Tracy. Think of something, you bastard."

The day progressed as most of the others had during the week: workshops, seminars, lunch, more workshops. John had only seen Kathy twice all day and got to talk to her once. But he was able to ascertain that she planned on making her way to the pool area as soon as the last session was over.

It was the foundation for a plan.

At four o'clock he found himself scanning the sparse crowd at the pool. Unfortunately, Kathy was not one of the persons in or around the pool. He was about to sit on one of the lounge chairs when he spied the sauna door. He headed that way.

Kathy looked up when the door opened and smiled back at John.

"Hi. Come on in," she said.

John quickly pulled the door closed behind him and took a place on the wooden bench across from Kathy. She was leaning back with her arms stretched out beside her and her long legs extended, crossed at the ankles. She wore a conservative two piece bathing suit that complemented her perfect figure.

John got comfortable on the bench, his boxer-style swimsuit already clinging to his legs in the humid air.

"This sure beats another boring workshop," he said.

"If you think it's boring now, wait another ten years," she answered sarcastically.

John laughed. He couldn't believe that the shapely woman across from him could be that much older than himself. He tried not to stare at the full breasts bulging out of her top, or the luscious juncture of her thighs.

"You must stay away from their food pretty well to stay so thin." He hoped the line didn't sound as corny to her as it did to him.

Kathy let out a deprecating groan. "Thank you. But I think I'll leave this suit behind next time. I'm too old for it."

"Hardly," John assured her. "It looks great."

She quickly changed the subject to school stuff and chatted with John long enough to steal good looks at his muscular chest and legs. She allowed herself to mentally strip off his suit, imagining him from both the front and rear. Only once did she need to have him repeat a question after falling into daydream mode.

"How about moving to the whirlpool?" she asked after about fifteen minutes of chatter.

"Sure," he replied, opening the door for her and watching her stroll ahead of him. Her tight, round ass fit snugly into her suit, crying out to be held.

Kathy stepped into the empty whirlpool and waited for John to get settled next to her. The swirling, bubbling water engulfed them up to the necks as they stretched out.

"Are you having a good time this week?" Kathy asked.

John had a hard time concentrating on his answer and not the sight of the churning water flowing over Kathy's ample breasts. "As a matter of fact, yes. More so than I expected."

His mind instantly created images of Lisa and Amy, their naked bodies under his.

"Good. It shouldn't be all work, you know," she said.

Perhaps coincidentally, Kathy's leg brushed against John's at the completion of her thought. And instead of pulling back, it lingered under the water, keeping in contact with him. John felt the silky smoothness of her skin, wanting desperately to hold it in place with his hand.

"What fun have YOU been having?" John asked, trying to sound composed.

"Oh...I've gotten to know some of the other teachers better."

John waited for more, but apparently that was all Kathy was going to say. Certainly, she didn't mean it the way John interpreted it.

"How about tonight? Doing anything special?" he asked.

Kathy slid her leg up and down against his, repositioning herself so that the top of her breasts were out of the water.

"Just staying in the room, probably. Christine might come over. You should join us," Kathy replied. She tilted her head as she looked over at John, her blonde hair barely touching the rippling water.

"I should. What time?"

"Anytime after 7. She was going to eat first," Kathy said.

"I'll be there."

Kathy cheerfully said she was looking forward to it, then climbed out of the whirlpool and began to dry off. John followed her, attempting not to stare as she ran the towel up and down her creamy thighs, flat stomach and long arms.

They parted with a smile and John went to his room.

******

"Fuck. I hope she's having Christine show up so you don't try anything stupid," Tracy said, pulling off her blouse.

"This might be my chance to get two at once," John said as he sat and watched Tracy change clothes.

Tracy was pulling off her pants, a sweatshirt and pair of jeans laid out on the bed next to her. "If you do, I lose. But I don't think Kathy is presenting Christine as a gift to you."

John stood and walked over to his lover before she could put anything else on. They were facing each other, kissing lightly as John's hands began to roam. He cupped her breasts, the thin material of her little bra barely covering the nipples. He reached up and pulled the straps down her arms. Tracy's eyes were closed as he gently drew the bra off of her left breast.

John leaned down and licked the nipple before pushing the tit up and putting his mouth around as much of it as he could. Tracy moaned as he sucked on it harder. John's tongue worked the nipple until it grew to twice it's original size.

A moment later he was repeating the attack on her right breast. Tracy reached behind her back and unhooked the bra, tossing it onto the bed. Once John had her pussy aching with desire, he began to lick his way down her body. He got to the top of her panties and placed his hand on her pussy, pressing in on the fabric.

"Will you wait for me until I get back?" John said quietly.

He used one hand to slightly pull down on the waistband of her panties, the other to rub her pussy.

"Yes."

"Will you be wet?" he asked.

His tongue was barely above her clit. His finger was entering her cunt as far as the panties would allow.

"Yes."

"Are you wet now?"

"Oh, God. Yes."

John's tongue slid over her clit. Tracy's body responded with an uncontrollable twitch and a desperate need for more.

"Let's find out." John pushed Tracy onto the bed, pulling off her panties at the same time. Immediately, his face was between her legs, which opened for him without hesitation. Her neatly shaven pussy glistened. The pink lips waiting to be parted so his tongue could enter her.

John lapped at her clit a couple more times before moving down to get the first taste of her soaked pussy. He held her up by the ass and quickly plunged his tongue deep inside her cunt.

"Yes. Yes," she moaned. "Fuck me with your tongue, John."

And he did, only pulling out long enough to suck on her clit for a little while. Then he was back inside her, pressing his face against her pussy as hard as he could.

"Oh, fuck. Yes. Eat me."

She felt her orgasm begin the third time he had her clit between his lips. She arched her back, shoved her body against his face, and came like it was her first time ever. Her little yelps only excited John more and caused him to lick, suck, probe and fuck her every way he orally could.

Tracy bounced under him again and again as her orgasm continued. She knew from experience that John would not stop on her first command. He would keep licking her and stabbing at her clit until she was almost in tears. She would have to crawl away from him for it to stop.

But she was always satisfied. As she was this time, when he finally pulled back and she lay on the bed in a heap, her breasts heaving up and down with her heavy breathing.

"Well, it's about time to see Kathy and Christine. Should I wash my face first?" John asked, looking down at his beautiful, naked girlfriend.

"Fuck you."

******

On his way to Kathy's hotel room John wondered about the woman who had seemingly flirted with him in the whirlpool. She was so mature. So sure of herself. Yet, she hadn't done anything blatant to indicate she wanted to do anything with John besides spend an evening with him.

Then she turned around and made sure John knew they wouldn't be alone. Kathy was so beautiful, with her blonde hair and curvaceous body. John wondered if he was wasting his time with her.

He knocked lightly on her door.

When it opened, Kathy was hidden behind the door, only her bright eyes and hair were visible to him. She smiled.

"You made it. Come on in," she said.

It was then that John realized that she wore one of the hotel-supplied bathrobes. It was tied at the waist, revealing nothing but skin above and below the belt.

He wasn't sure what to say. Kathy closed the door behind them and set the lock while John moved farther into the room.

As soon as he passed the bathroom and the room opened up before him, he saw Christine sitting in a chair by the bed. She, too, was in a bathrobe. And, apparently, nothing else.

"Hi, John," Christine said cheerfully.

She was a pretty woman, close to Kathy's age, with an average body, but the most striking blue eyes John had ever seen. They were merely acquaintances at the school, never interacting much at work. John found her attractive. But, like Kathy, she never seemed really approachable.

"Hi, Christine."

John turned to watch Kathy follow him into the room. There was only one chair remaining, so Kathy motioned for John to use it while she sat on the edge of the bed, close to Christine.

"We're glad you could make it," Kathy said. "There hasn't been a whole lot going on in the evenings around here this week."

John looked over at Christine, her nicely shaped legs folded in front of her as she leaned back in her chair.

"I know. I'm about ready for it to be over," he said.

He wasn't sure that the barefaced lie would get past the two women.

"So we thought maybe we could all entertain each other," Christine said nonchalantly. But her grin convinced John that the way he construed her message was the way she wanted him to.

Then Christine stretched out her leg and ran her big toe up and down Kathy's calf. John could almost see Christine's pussy, but the bathrobe conveniently blocked his view. Still, it was an erotic display and he felt his cock shift under his shorts.

Both women had their robes open enough that it was evident to John they had nothing on above the waist. Beyond that, he could only hope to find out.

"I'm open to suggestions," John said.

Kathy and Christine looked at each other. Then, as if on cue, they both stood up. They were about five feet in front of John, between him and the bed, standing face to face. At first, neither of them moved. Until Kathy reached out with both hands and placed them on Christine's robe, directly over her breasts.

Kathy massaged them for a few seconds before putting her hands on the belt of Christine's robe. With one light tug, the loose knot came apart and the robe fell open.

John's amazement at what was happening was interrupted by his effort to see what had been revealed by the robe's untying. Unfortunately for him, the robe was large enough that nothing beyond what he had already seen of Christine's body was exposed.

However, as soon as Christine reached out to open Kathy's robe, John was able to see that, in fact, Christine was naked. A large portion of one of her breasts and just a hint of her bare pussy were showing.

When Christine had Kathy's robe open, the two women looked over at their guest.

"Does this interest you?" Kathy said.

"Absolutely," John replied.

"Are you getting hard?"

The abruptness of Christine's question took John by surprise.

"Uh...yes."

"Let's see," Christine said, her eyes squarely locked in on his crotch.

John hesitated, then opened his shorts, reached under his boxers, and pulled out his semi-erect cock.

"Very nice," Kathy said. "Now leave it out."

The women turned to each other once again and moved closer until they were touching. They barely let their lips come together in a soft kiss. 

John looked at the nipples of their breasts, rubbing together as the kiss became more passionate. He was sure he could see the nipples growing, just as his cock was becoming more and more erect with each passing second. Kathy and Christine pushed their hips together before wrapping themselves in a full embrace.

Their kiss led to soft moans and John could no longer resist the urge to stroke himself. His hand engulfed his cock and began to move up and down the shaft.

John saw Christine look down on him. He removed his hand for just a second to let her see the full length of his rigid cock. Then she returned her attention to Kathy.

Just when he didn't think he could get any harder, John watched the women slide their robes off. Kathy's perfect ass was closest to him and he couldn't take his eyes off it. The cheeks were full and nicely rounded, with just the right amount of crease where they met her legs. He instantly imagined his cock sliding into a bent over Kathy.

Then Christine's hands were on the cheeks, gripping the skin tightly. Small, red indents remained when she removed her hands.

A moment later, Kathy and Christine were climbing onto the bed, their naked bodies now fully exposed to John and his aching cock.

"Well, don't just sit there. Get naked and get up here," Kathy told him.

John undressed under the watchful eyes of the two teachers. Throughout the entire process, John's cock rose from his body like a pole. He wondered what excitement awaited.

As John rolled onto the bed, Kathy and Christine moved apart indicating they wanted him in the middle. He couldn't refuse. And he was pretty sure Christine made no effort to get out of the way as he flung his body over hers. John's cock rubbed against her thigh for a second before he rolled onto his back. She only smiled.

Instantly, both women rolled onto their sides, facing John. Their hands met on top of his rigid cock and fought for control of it. Their frantic touches made him throb even more.

John looked over at Kathy, the quiet, mature teacher he hardly knew. He looked at her breasts just inches from his face. She was very aware of his stares, and leaned towards him until a nipple was at his lips. As soon as he opened his mouth, the breast slid in.

Christine looked on with both jealousy and desire as John sucked loudly on Kathy's ample breast. She took the opportunity to slide down his body. With Kathy preoccupied by having her breast nibbled on, Christine took control of John's cock. Soon it was being engulfed by her soft lips.

John could feel Christine's tongue roaming up and down his shaft, flicking over the tip and moving back to the base again. He slid in and out of her mouth as if it was a wet, warm pussy. All the while sucking on Kathy's tit.

Eventually, Kathy could not resist moving down and joining her girlfriend. Their lips shared John's cock and alternated between who got to suck him deep into their mouths.

This went on for a couple minutes until John could not hold back any longer.

"I'm going to cum. Oh God. Now."

The women licked his cock from both sides. They held it firmly between their mouths, waiting for the first eruption of cum to spray over them.

John lifted his ass off the bed and shouted one more warning. Then a stream of warm, white cum burst from the tip of his cock and landed on Kathy's face. Both women had their eyes closed as they continued to lick John's cock. Spurt after spurt of cum flew into the air, landing on each of them randomly.

When they sensed that it was over, Kathy and Christine opened their eyes and laughed when they saw each other. Kathy had a heavy stream of cum running down the side of her nose and Christine had a strip on each cheek. Smaller deposits could be seen in hair, eyelids and chins.

"Wow," Kathy said. "Can we do that again?"

"You might have to wait," John said, his head thrown back on the bed.

"Ahh. You're no fun," Christine sighed.

******

"So you didn't fuck EITHER of them?" Tracy said with amazement. "That means I win."

She threw her hands into the air in a sign of triumph. John smiled; first because of Tracy's excitement and second because her naked breasts bounced unrestrained in front of him.

As Tracy continued to leap for joy on the bed at his feet, John debated with himself whether he wanted to tell Tracy the rest of the story. For now, he was enjoying her celebration.

"That's not all we did," he finally said.

Tracy landed and stared down at her nude boyfriend.

"Oh, shit. I knew it."

"They were a little, uh, messy after I came so they decided to take a shower," he said.

Tracy sat on her knees between John's legs. "Fuck. Go on. Tell me."

"I followed them into the bathroom. God, Tracy. You have a great body, but even you would have to marvel at Kathy's ass. What a sight. Anyway, they got the shower ready, cum still dripping off their faces. They smiled and stepped into the shower, leaving the curtain open enough for me to watch."

"They each got wet and got the cum off their faces first. Seeing their bodies rubbing against each other under that water made my cock twitch, even though I had just cum harder than I ever had before. No offense, but two tongues were better than your one."

Tracy gave a mock look of disgust, but the moistness between her legs told her she was enjoying his story.

"I could tell they were horny after putting on their show for me and then making me cum. They began to kiss. I watched their breasts come together and compress when they hugged each other. Their hands were everywhere."

So were Tracy's. She cupped her own breasts and squeezed them as she pictured the two female teachers together in the shower.

"Eventually, Kathy got the soap and began to wash Christine...with her bare hands. The soap left a trail of bubbles wherever it went—over Christine's neck and shoulders and arms and tits. She spent a lot of time on her tits. By the time Kathy was done, Christine's nipples were covered in soap and the rest of her breasts were white with long trails left by Kathy's fingers."

Tracy moved her hands as if she was washing her own breasts. The nipples immediately turned a bright pink and stood erect. She twirled them between her fingers.

John could feel the blood begin to flow to his cock.

"Then Kathy washed between Christine's legs. I watched the soap move up and down over her clit and the entrance to her pussy. At one point Kathy stopped and I think one of her fingers entered Christine. I saw her arch her back, trying to take in more of Kathy's finger. But Kathy moved back up to her clit and Christine moaned out loud."

Tracy was circling her clit with her index finger. When John saw her close her eyes and begin to rub harder, he continued.




The Staff Conference Ch. 03



"By now I was getting hard again, so I began to masturbate while I sat on the toilet. Kathy rinsed off Christine and then got down so her face was right in front of Christine's pussy. You should have seen it, Tracy. Kathy put her lips on Christine's clit and then I saw her tongue begin to slide up and down over it. Kathy held her by the ass and pulled her closer. Next thing I knew Christine's clit was inside Kathy's mouth. I never saw anyone eat a pussy as eagerly as she did. Christine was practically in tears she needed to cum so bad."

Tracy was excitedly rubbing her clit, looking down on John's ever-growing cock. She knew if he told her that Christine had an orgasm, she would too.

"Christine put her hand on the back of Kathy's head and pulled her even tighter against her pussy. If it's possible to deep throat a clit, Kathy was doing it. I could see Christine's body begin to shake. She wasn't going to last much longer and neither was my cock."

Tracy cried out, wanting desperately to hear more before she came.

"Then Christine began to mutter something about cumming and her body just shuddered. She started to fuck Kathy's mouth and for the next two minutes, I swear, she moaned and came again and again. Kathy's tongue never stopped. First it would lick the clit, then it moved down and slid up inside Christine's wet cunt."

Tracy had heard enough. She moved up and lifted John's cock so it was directly under her pussy. She sat down so fast John barely knew he had even entered her. Then Tracy began fucking him. Her cunt gripped his cock like never before, and she started to cum.

"I could see Christine's juices dripping down Kathy's chin. And each time Christine grabbed her nipples and squeezed them, she'd start to cum again."

Tracy was riding her lover like it was the first time she'd fucked in a year. And when John began to shoot his sperm into her it only excited her more. She rubbed her clit and began another orgasm, squeezing the last drop of cum out of John's cock.

The couple rolled onto their sides and John continued to fuck Tracy, holding her leg up so that his cock fit tightly into her cunt. Several minutes later, they separated...totally spent.

They laid on their backs.

"You still lost," Tracy said breathlessly.

"You forgot someone."

"Who?" Tracy demanded.

"Michele."

"Fuck Michele," she said.

"I plan on it."



The Staff of Radames



A Tale from the Erotic Adventures of Solomon Magus

CHAPTER ONE

Arpakshad is a land of exotic wonders.

On any given day---save the Day of Celebration, for that is when all businesses close and all the people remain in their homes, or congregate in their spiritual temples to honor their goddess, Rani---but on most other days, one can travel through the marketplace of the city of Mengesha and meet a variety of merchants from all over the known world, and one can also purchase many different items of interest.

Foodstuffs, utensils, trinkets, jewellery, clothing, weapons, even slaves---all are readily available. Mind you, not all are of good quality, but one can certainly barter for a half-decent price and sometimes a rather rare and beautiful item can be had for less than what it is actually worth.

So it happened that, in this marketplace, I came to purchase the Staff of Radames.

I had not been seeking the artifact. I had not even heard of it. But as I was perusing a variety of tools for sensual pleasure, the merchant woman of this exotic stall approached me with a small box.

"Solomon Magus, it is good to see you again," she said, for I had frequented her store in the past and had, on occasion, shared an evening of pleasure with her. In her early sixties, she stood about a hand's-breadth shorter than I, had light brown skin and hair, yet her eyes were of the brightest azure blue I had ever seen, giving them an almost hypnotic look whenever she gazed into your eyes.

"And you, Jamila," I replied, giving her a warm smile. "You have been prosperous?"

She shrugged. "Not as much as I might hope. But I am doing well. Perhaps I could interest you in this---?" She waved the box at me.

"What shall I do with a box, Jamila?" I inquired with a chuckle.

"My box you may fill any time," she answered with a sly look. "But, nay! it is the contents of the box which I want you to see." That said, she unlocked the lid and flipped it open.

The object within was, to be sure, an intricately and delicately carved representation of some man's erect member, complete with veins and sac and bulbous head. Its total length from tip to base was about the size of my foot.

I looked at Jamila. "And what, pray tell, is this?"

An amused smile crossed her face. "I would have thought you to be familiar with such an item, since, of course, you possess one..."

We both laughed simultaneously, then she continued, "However, this is known as the Staff of Radames which, it has been said, has been well-used and passed down by the five queens of Mizraim."

"Really?" I said as I raised an eyebrow. "And how did it come to be in your possession?"

Jamila coughed. "You know I cannot reveal my sources, Solomon. However, I have it on the best authority that it is a genuine artifact."

"Ah! And is there a story that comes with it?" There usually was.

She shrugged. "Not much of one. According to ancient legends, there was once a magician named Radames who loved an enchantress named Nyla. So great a lover was Radames that Nyla had eyes for no one but him. Then, one day, she caught him dallying with her sister, Thais. Infuriated, Nyla took a short sword, caught Radames by the privates and sliced them off completely. 

"Presumably the magician bled to death. At any rate, even before the member could shrink, Nyla cast a spell, solidifying it and turning it into this kanchuka, declaring that although Radames himself could no longer make love to a woman, at least she could be satisfied with the most important part of his anatomy.

"And so, the Staff of Radames was passed down from generation to generation, beginning with Nyla, who gave it to her daughter, and so on, until it came into the possession of the one who gave it to me."

I stared at Jamila. "You really expect me to believe that? Besides, my own member is more than enough for any woman."

"Mmm, yes, indeed!" replied Jamila. "Still, I'm sure it would make a decent present for some lady you know."

"Perhaps. And how much are you asking for it?"

"One thousand gold pieces."

I couldn't help but roar with laughter. "And is the Staff made out of gold that you should ask so much?"

"You're a wealthy man, Solomon. One thousand is nothing to you."

"The Staff's probably not worth anything to begin with, Jamila. I'll give you two hundred for it."

"Solomon!" Jamila exclaimed. "You do me a great injustice. Seven-fifty at the very most."

"Three-fifty," I returned.

"Six-fifty," she offered.

"Four-fifty."

"Five hundred," demanded the merchant with a note of finality. "Plus an hour of pleasure with you."

I grinned. "Well, that's the first time I've ever been asked to barter my pleasuring skills."

"Do we have a deal?"

I sighed heavily. "All right---five hundred plus an hour of pleasure."

CHAPTER TWO

It has been said that older women neither want nor enjoy Bliss. Whoever conjectured such a thought has not met Jamila, for behind this rough-hewn, bartering vendor lies a woman with great enthusiasm and energy for sensual pleasure.

Although her time for bearing children had passed, and the natural fluids of her chamber had dried, yet she found ways to make my penetration of her body all the more simpler for her. Wise in the ways of the herbalists, she mixed various oils and creams and applied them to herself so that not only would they make entry easier for myself, but also painless and more sensuous for her.

"Oh, Solomon!" she moaned as I lifted her thighs and rested them on my own. "It has been so long..." 

I thrust into her with short jabs, my member reaching to the very core of her body.

"Ah! Yes! Do it now, my love---fill me up with your raging lion!"

I slowed my pace, visualized my staff and murmured the magic words.

Jamila cried aloud with ecstasy as she felt my member suddenly swell and lengthen, plugging her chamber to capacity, pressing against its walls and igniting the fires within her.

"Thrust, my lord!" she called out. "Let me ride your lion as never before, let me feel the warmth of your seed."

I leaned back, supporting her as she sat upon me, forcing my rod even deeper into the chasm if it could do so.

Rocking back and forth, gyrating her hips, she rode me as I pushed up into her. She screamed with joy, and screamed yet again, pounding her buttocks down on the tops of my thighs.

I gasped and groaned until, at length, I too could keep silent no longer. With a shout of Bliss, I exploded within the depths of her channel, the pressure there being so great that my seed sluiced along my tightly-fit shaft and squirted from her box to cover my stomach and thighs, dripping down between my legs.

"Oohhh..." Jamila was beside herself with exuberant pleasure. She fell down upon my chest, her tears of thanks mixing with the sweat upon my neck. I wrapped my arms around her, held her close, comforting her until she fell asleep.

CHAPTER THREE

"So, tell me, Jamila," I said a short while later after she awoke and we lay side-by-side on her bed. "Have you ever used the Staff of Radames?"

She gazed at me with a curious look. "Why, no, I haven't. I never thought to do so, really, since it is considered an artifact."

I reached down to the floor, lifted the box. Set it on the sheets. Opened it.

"Would you like to?" I inquired.

She stroked my own staff and replied. "Your own staff is more than adequate for me, Solomon. However, perhaps later..."

I smiled, thanked her for the compliment, closed the lid and set the box back on the floor.

As I lay back against my pillow, Jamila snuggled up to me and closed her eyes. The agreed-upon hour of pleasure had turned into a night...

The following morning, I'd risen early while Jamila still slept to go and have a bath. As I was returning to her bedroom, I heard Jamila moaning, and the sounds were not those of pain.

I did not want to disturb her lest she desired this time alone, so I discreetly peered through the latticework of a small window that adjoined her bedroom to the hallway.

The box on the floor was open. Jamila had removed the Staff of Radames and was now running the kanchuka up and down her body, tracing a line around her nipples, then moving it up to her mouth so that she could suck on the tip while, with her other hand, she stroked her bhagankura---her clitoris---all the while groaning with pleasure.

Now she stopped for a moment, reached for the jar of lubricating cream beside the bed and scooped out a liberal amount, applying it to the Staff of Radames which she then slipped between her legs and pushed slowly into her bhaga. The chamber swallowed the Staff and Jamila thrusted in and out with the instrument, her hips rocking and gyrating as she began to work up a steady rhythm.

I had been getting worked up myself as I watched her and had begun to take hold of my own staff to pleasure myself when I saw something that shrivelled my member in seconds.

Jamila had her eyes closed as she enjoyed the pleasure the Staff brought her when a strange purple glow began to emanate from between her legs, then a billowing cloud flowed up directly above her and solidified into the form of a man attached to the base of the kanchuka and had taken over the plunging movements. 

And from the general appearance of this creature, I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that it could be none other than the tormented spirit of Radames himself.

It thrust into her again and again. I could hear Jamila's cries of ecstasy as she approached her Bliss. It was at that moment the creature's hands snaked around her neck and began squeezing...

I dashed into the room. The Radames creature sensed me, turned its head to look at me, its eyes merely bright lights of violet, its face twisted in a sneer of disdain.

I didn't wait for anything else to happen. My only concern was for Jamila's safety for she had begun to choke and moan all at the same time, not really grasping the full intent of the conflicting emotions she was experiencing, not knowing that at the same time she reached Bliss, her life would also be snuffed out.

I thrust out my hand, spoke two mystic words. Immediately a yellow coil of light spurted forth, spiralled through the air and wrapped itself around the upper torso of this thing that was Radames.

The spirit-creature shrieked in torment, loosened its hold on Jamila's throat and pulled away from her. The Staff popped out of her chamber and the creature tumbled to the floor. The yellow tendrils around its form squeezed tighter. The creature's eyes blazed at me with unholy anger and torment, but it could not free itself.

After another magic word from me, a mystic short sword formed in my hand. I sped forward, grasped the Staff. Fell back as its cream-covered surface slipped through my hand.

The creature attempted to roll away, but I grabbed a piece of cloth and with it, held on to the cursed kanchuka once more. With one fast swipe of the sword, the Staff of Radames parted from its owner. The creature howled in rage, dissolved into a purple cloud and vanished.

I dropped the artifact into the box, slammed the lid shut, then turned to Jamila. Realizing what had happened, she threw her arms around me, sobbed onto my shoulder and thanked me for saving her life.

It was some years later that I learned the full truth of the story behind the artifact. It seems the queens of Mizraim all died under mysterious circumstances, each apparently strangled by some unknown assailant and the kanchuka still lodged in her chamber. No one ever seemed to guess the artifact was cursed and contained the vicious spirit of the ancient lover seeking revenge.

So, the Staff of Radames still lies in its box on my shelf. And there it will remain, sealed, forever.

END