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A Bargain Ch. 01

By: LeoDavis



Chapter 1: Foreplay 

Author's Note: The word "bargain" has more than one meaning, but in this story it's used as a somewhat colloquial synonym for a transaction, or for a contract, or for a deal, or perhaps even better, for a concord. As will soon be revealed, the "bargain" will be an agreement of harmonious, mutual understanding between the parties, involving both an exchange as well as a course of action. Of course when the parties to any agreement delude themselves into believing they both have the same understanding concerning what the agreement requires, the results are likely to be almost anything except predictable. 

BACKGROUND

Jenn and I were both second-year graduate students in the same department. I had spent four years in the Army immediately after highschool, so I was both older and more experienced. She had bright blond hair, rather small but perky breasts, and pouty lips that cried out to be kissed. Frankly she was gorgeous, intelligent, personable, and friendly - a combination I had not previously encountered in a woman.

We both lived in the same huge graduate dormitory, apparently designed to minimize heterosexual interactions. The men's and women's complexes were joined only in the basement and on the first floor. Located on the former were a gigantic cafeteria and dining hall, and on the latter were mostly dorm rooms, but also an administration area, a large formal living room, and our mailboxes. 

Sixteen hundred unmarried graduate students lived here, half of them male, half female. About half of the rooms were singles, but I lived in a double to save money. The dining hall was the best place to meet people, and after meals I often drank several cups of coffee as I amused myself by observing the mating rituals of my somewhat younger fellow graduate students. . 

Jenn and I each taught one undergraduate class, for which we received free tuition and fees, and we each enrolled in three graduate classes. We had been in several classes together during our first year, and I had taken Jenn out for perhaps two dozen casual dates. We really seemed to hit it off except when it came to getting physical. Whenever I tried to get too "familiar" (as she called it) with her, Jenn would remove my hands from her body and tell me to calm down. This really puzzled me since this conduct invariably happened after we had been kissing and cuddling for quite a while. It was obvious that she was really turned on. She had even pressed her hips against my erections and rubbed back and forth, although only when we both were fully dressed and standing up. 

Early in our second year I twice got to unfasten her bra and fondle her breasts, but she refused to let me lift up her top so that I could see or - even better, kiss - her breasts. Unexpectedly she had abruptly declared that we had to be "just friends" because sex before marriage was absolutely and completely wrong. I really liked her, and I occasionally dated her in spite of this pronouncement. We still kissed and petted through our clothes, but that was obviously as far as I was going to get with Jenn. Or so I thought! At any rate we remained friends as well as colleagues.

Jenn and I were in the same, difficult course during the spring semester of our second year, and she was really working hard on it. We often studied together, trying to master the material by sharing ideas. At the end of the course we had a take-home final exam. The rules were clear: no collaboration, and neither help nor hints from anyone. We had five days to complete the exam before handing it in on Tuesday. Of course we also had to study for - and take - other finals, too. Fortunately for me this exam was due before my other two were scheduled, and I was able to devote most of my time to it.

I ran into Jenn in the graduate dining hall one evening after I had been working on the exam for almost three days. When I told her that I had finished it, Jenn frowned and got a strangely serious look on her pretty face. Being careful that nobody overhead her, she whispered, "Can you come up to my room for a couple of minutes?" Of course I agreed.

JENN NEGOTIATES A DEAL

When we got there, Jenn confided in me the reason she was trying so hard to get an A. Unknown to me she was on probation because she had received one too many grades of C, and unless she got at least two B's and an A that semester, she was going to be dismissed from graduate school without receiving her Master's Degree. Her other two courses were solid B's, and if she could complete the take-home final, she would get an A in the course we were taking together. She begged me to show her how to work the one problem she still couldn't figure out. 

"Jenn, if anyone turned us in, we'd BOTH be dismissed!"

"Please, Don, you've got to help me!" Jenn pleaded.

"Jenn, you've always had incredibly high standards regarding your personal integrity. This is really out of character for you!"

"But this is my last chance! If you don't help me, I'm through! I don't know what I'll do if that happens!"

"So you're asking me to risk my own career for you? But we're not even going together, so why should I take such a big chance?" I didn't really expect an answer. I stared at Jenn, and she just stood there with her arms wrapped tightly around herself. She had clearly hoped that her request would have been enough to get me to help her. Because I'd turned her down, she decided to try something else. 

Tears began running down her cheeks. Then she coughed, cleared her throat, and spoke. "You've been trying to feel me up ever since we first met. So I'll make a deal with you. You help me complete the test, and after our finals are done, I'll spend next weekend with you. Alone. Somewhere away from campus. Before I fly home to visit my folks. You only have to agree to two conditions. First, I don't want anybody to find out that we've gone away together, so you've gotta keep it secret. And second, we will not have intercourse. Anything else is fine, but not that."

Now that was a pleasant surprise - and temptation! I thought about Jenn's offer for a moment. "How about I pick the place, too? And you'll do anything except fuck, right?"

Jenn blushed. "I don't like that word! But that's right. I won't fuck you, as you so crudely put it! And yes, I'll do anything else you want. And you can pick the place. But everything has to remain our secret!"

I stood there, staring at her face. Jenn had stopped crying and she was looking at me with both hope and desperation in her eyes. I saw something else that I didn't like, and I thought about it for a moment. Behind her tears I noted that a haughty, confident look in her eyes. Hmmmm.

"OK, it's a deal, provided you agree to two clarifications: One, since we're both done with finals on Thursday, our weekend will run from noon Friday until Sunday evening when we get back." She nodded in agreement, so I went on. "Number two. The 'anything except fuck' part begins when I start helping you. That means we'll strip each other naked. And then we'll take lots of breaks to kiss, touch, and hold each other while I explain the solution to problem to you."

Jenn got bright red and shook her head. "Nobody but my gynecologist has seen me without my clothes on, and I'm CERTAINLY not going to let you undress me!"

I gave Jenn my best intense, angry stare until she looked away. "So you figured that 'anything except fuck' meant that you could parade around in your bra and panties and that I couldn't do anything about it without getting violent? And you know I'd never do that to you? Because we're friends?" The look of anguish on her face told me that I was right on the mark. "I figured that you didn't mean what you were saying, Jenn. Well, if you aren't willing to give me a completely naked down-payment on the weekend, there's no deal."

Jenn began to cry, and I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her. "Will you let me strip you naked? And will you do the same with me?" I asked, and Jenn shook her head as a waterfall of tears flowed down her face.

"Maybe somebody else will give you a better deal. Heck, you've still got another day-and-a-half, so maybe you can figure it out on your own. But you almost had me fooled. I guess once you sacrificed your high principles and decided to cheat on the exam, then cheating me out of our deal wasn't much worse. Well, good luck." 

I kissed Jenn's forehead and went back to my room. She was still sobbing when I left. Since I was the only one she really knew in our class, I was almost certain that she would be calling me again to make a deal. Of course there was also a chance that she would figure out the problem on her own, but that seemed unlikely, particularly given her state of mind.

I amused myself by imagining what her next offer would be, assuming she called. Topless but not bottomless? Naked but no touching? I knew the shape and size of her breasts because I'd touched them. But what did they look like? How would she respond when I sucked her nipples? I was getting hard. I stopped daydreaming and returned to studying for my other finals.

JENN AND I AGREE TO A BARGAIN

Jenn telephoned me about noon the following day. She had less than twenty- four hours to finish the test, and she still couldn't do that last problem. "Will you PLEASE help me?" she begged.

"Are you offering me your deal, including my clarifications? Next weekend naked and alone with me without fucking? Starting noon Friday? And naked kissing and touching while I explain the problem to you?" Just thinking about this possibility was getting me hard.

There was about five seconds of silence, then Jenn sighed and said, "Yes, damn you! You make me feel like a whore!"

"Well, since you're not going to fuck me, and since there's no money involved, I don't think you're down to that level, yet. You ARE using your body to get something from me, but women do that all the time with men. So, do you want me to come over to your room right now and show you how to do the problem?"

"NO! Dianne will be back any time now!" Dianne was her roommate, and since coming to graduate school almost two years earlier, her best friend. If I hadn't been interested in Jenn, I would have made a play for Dianne. She was a sultry, sexy brunette who radiated sexual confidence - so much confidence that I wondered if I would be man enough to satisfy her in bed. I assumed she was older than Jenn, probably around my own age, but I really didn't know much about her past.

"Well, that shouldn't be a problem unless she objects to seeing us both undressed," I teased.

"Are you crazy? I don't want anyone else to find out about this!" Jenn hissed angrily into the phone.

"Hey, I was just kidding, Jenn!" I replied. "My roommate is studying in the library until dinner time, so come on over here."

"Are you really going to take off my clothes?" Jenn asked in a subdued voice.

"That's the deal, right? Of course I will! Give me a half hour to clean up, and I'll be waiting for you. Wear stuff you don't mind showing me!" Jenn called me a pervert and hung up on me, but thirty minutes later she knocked on my door. She was wearing sandals, shorts, and a white blouse. She blushed as I ran my eyes up and down her body.

JENN LIVES UP TO THE FIRST PART OF OUR BARGAIN

As soon as Jenn was inside my room, I got down on my hands and knees and took off her sandals. She blushed even deeper as I did so. I kissed her for a couple of minutes. When our tongues began to rub and play, I began to slowly unbutton her blouse. She got extremely tense. I gently removed her blouse and hung it over a chair. Then I got her to pull off my T-shirt. I kissed her with her bra-covered breasts pressing against my bare chest. Jenn's kissing alternated between passion and shame. I could feel the heat coming from her face as she blushed. 

Of course I had every intention of seducing Jenn! My plan was to overwhelm her with passion until she wanted to fuck me. But first I had to get past her stuffy dignity. Obviously getting her completely undressed would help, and I could afford to take my time. As nervous as she appeared to be, I knew it would be counterproductive to go too fast.

I used my left hand to unsnap Jenn's bra, a skill I had mastered several years before. She was trembling. I ran my hands gently up and down her bare back. Very slowly I slipped my hands underneath the straps of her dangling bra. I moved my hands forward inside her cups and carefully covered her breasts with my hands. Her nipples became stiff and hard as I caressed them. After a couple of minutes her kisses became more passionate, and I slipped her white bra off her shoulders. I draped it over her blouse.

Jenn's face turned completely crimson, and she covered her breasts with her arms. I held her face and kissed her, then pulled her arms down and around my back. Salty-tasting ears were streaming down her face. I pulled her against me. Her breasts were not particularly large, perhaps B-cup, but they were firm and nicely shaped. They felt really sexy against me. I felt her nipples grow hard again as they rubbed against the hair on my chest.

After several kisses I felt the tension in Jenn's arms begin to abate. I gently pushed us apart so that I could look at her. She was still crying. Her areolae were dark and about the size of quarters. Her tiny nipples were pointing straight out, each just under a quarter-inch in length. As I leaned down and started to kiss her breasts, she stopped me. "You didn't say anything about kissing me there!" She said, almost sobbing.

"Jenn, I intend to fondle and kiss you from the top of your head to your toes. If you can't handle that, get dressed and leave. That will mean the deal's off. Hell, the way you're behaving, I wouldn't be surprised if you stiffed me on the weekend. This may be all I ever get!"

Jenn hesitated, then her face turned angry. "You really are a bastard! Go ahead and kiss my tits, but don't think for a minute that I'm going to enjoy it!"

"Let's get something straight right up front. You think I'm a bastard for following through on the terms YOU made? You made a deal with me. I didn't ask you to do that. Is there ANYTHING I'm asking you to do that wasn't part of the deal you willingly made with me - of your own choice? Hell, at your own instigation? If so, explain it to me right now!"

Jenn shook her head. She turned her tear-streaked face toward mine. "No, I agreed to all of this. I just didn't . . . I thought . . . I don't know . . . This sounded fine in the abstract, but now that I'm exposing myself, it's different! I feel . . . I'm not sure . . ."

I picked up her bra and blouse and held them out to her. "Your choice, Jenn. You offered to sacrifice your dignity if I would help you with this test. As you said before, I've wanted to feel you up since we first met. Well, I'm going to do exactly that unless you put these on and leave. You decide. Right now. Are you desperate enough to live up to your own deal? Or not?"

Jenn took her clothes from my hands and stared at them. She looked up at me, and tears were streaming down her cheeks. "This is something I was saving for my marriage night," she blubbered. "I wanted my husband to be the first to see me . . . like this . . . Oh shit!" Then she carefully laid her blouse and bra back on the chair. "I've got to get an A in this course! I agreed to this arrangement, and I'm not going to back out. But it's a lot more difficult than I thought it would be. I'm just . . . so . . . so darned inexperienced."

Some of her inexperience was soon going to be in the past! I spent several minutes kissing and sucking Jenn's breasts and nipples, then rubbing my fingers over them while I kissed her face and neck. She began to breathe faster and harder, and her areolae started to puff out. Her nipples stayed hard, she stopped crying, and it was plain that she was enjoying what we were doing - in spite of her intentions!

"Can't we start on the problem now?" Jenn gasped between kisses. I smiled and had her sit next to me at my desk. She was scared. She was topless. She was embarrassed. But she was also turned on!

I alternated showing her how to begin solving the problem, openly staring at her breasts, taking frequent breaks for kissing and caressing, and embracing her passionately. Jenn quickly grew accustomed to being topless around me. After about twenty minutes, I pulled her to her feet and kissed her. I immediately felt her nipples stiffen against my chest.

"We're overdressed!" I said. "You take off my shorts and I'll take off yours!"

Jenn started to resist and I felt her body stiffen, but she realized that she had no choice. Her face turned really red as she unfastened my shorts and pulled them down and off me. I was already semi-hard, and now my jockey shorts started tenting out. She tried to pretend that she didn't notice, but of course she did.

I dropped to my knees and slid Jenn's shorts slowly down her legs, leaving her in nothing but a pair of white bikini panties. Before she could react, I leaned forward and planted a wet-tongue kiss on her panties just at the bottom of her pubic bone. I could feel her pubic hair under her panties pressing back against my tongue. She jumped away from me. "That's completely disgusting!" she yelped.

I stood up and pulled her against me. I tried to kiss her, but she kept turning her head away from me, obviously avoiding my mouth since it had touched her panties. "Jenn, I'm not going to go back to the problem until you kiss me."

Jenn glared at me for several seconds, then let me kiss her. I thought she'd gag when I pushed my tongue into her mouth. I pulled her close against me, and my penis was stiff and hard between us, even through my undershorts. After a couple of minutes I could feel her arousal returning, and her tongue began to play with mine.

We were both breathing hard when I broke the clinch and returned to the problem. I worked with her for another fifteen minutes or so, then said, "It's show time, Jenn! Let's see that furry pussy that I felt with my tongue!" She got really red again. Her blush covered most of her body, even the tops of her legs.

We both stood up, and we kissed again. Jenn's body was rigid and trembling from embarrassment. Tears were welling in her eyes. I took hold of the waistband of her panties, and I slowly pulled them down her legs, turning them inside out. She was a natural blond! Her pubic hair was long and plentiful, but neatly trimmed along the sides. Tight blonde curls extended between her legs, concealing her slit from my view. I picked up her panties and sniffed them. I could smell the faint scent of her juice on them. She glared at me with a look of complete revulsion on her face

I stood up and kissed Jenn again, and I told her to remove my undershorts. As she bent down to do that, I gently cupped her breasts. Her body tensed, but her nipples remained stiff and rock-hard against my hands. She whimpered softly as she pulled my shorts down. First my pubic hair appeared, and then my erect penis. She stopped halfway down, trembling all over. Tears were again rolling down her cheeks.

"All the way off, Jenn!" I ordered. Jenn took a quick breath, then pulled my shorts down my legs. She flinched as my penis snapped up and pointed at her. I stepped out of my undershorts, and pulled her against me and kissed her. I licked up her salty tears.

Jenn tried to keep her hips away from mine, but I pulled her closer. I reached between us and pointed my erection toward the floor. My stiff cock pressed firmly between her tightly-clenched thighs. I kissed her and caressed her breasts for several minutes. Biology soon defeated embarrassment, and she began to become really aroused and responsive. Her crying stopped, and her tongue began to press hard against mine as we kissed. She made little moans as I caressed her nipples. I could feel her curly pubic hair rubbing against my penis as we rubbed against each other.


A Bargain Ch. 01



I didn't want to frighten Jenn by going too fast, so I gently pushed us apart. We sat down, got our breathing under control, and returned to the problem. Interestingly, after her initial reluctance, she immediately accepted our nudity. I've always suspected that every woman is an exhibitionist at heart, but she had always suppressed this side of herself. I was surprised how quickly she got used to being naked with me. 

After a few minutes I could reach over and cup one of her breasts, and she would smile and kiss me. She resisted when I tried putting my fingers between her legs, but she let me rub the fuzzy pubic hair above her crotch. She said it tickled, but she didn't stop me. Her tight, blonde curls were soft and felt wonderful against my fingers!

It took us another hour, but finally Jenn saw the secret to the solution, and she asked if she could leave so that she could write it up and finish the test before it was due. "Sure, Jenn. But I'm keeping your bra and panties. I want you to go back to your room without them."

"That's not fair!" She said. "What if somebody sees me?"

I smiled. "That's what makes it fun, Jenn!"

"You're really sick!" Jenn retorted. "But I'll do it anyway. I need time to get this done, so I don't have time to argue with you." She quickly pulled on her remaining clothes. I could easily see her breasts moving under her blouse, and when she looked at herself in my mirror, she blushed again. I remained naked and my cock was fully erect. I kissed her until her breathing got heavy again. Her face was dark red, and her nipples stuck out like sharp little sticks against her blouse.

Jenn clutched her book and notes against her breasts to hide them, and she almost ran from my room. As soon as she got back to her room, she called me, asking how soon she could get her underwear back. She said they had cost her a lot o money. "We'll talk about that after you turn in your test," I said. "In the meantime, just jiggle and bounce!" She hung up on me. I checked the label in her bra. It was 34B, about what I'd guessed.

The next day I waited for her outside our professor's office, and after she turned in her test, we walked together back to the dorm.

"Now will you please give me my underwear back?"

"Jenn, since I took them off you, it's only right I return them to you the correct way. I want to put them back on you."

Jenn took a quick, deep breath. "You're really sick. You know that?" She said. "Why don't you just give them to me? Do you have some kind of fetish about women's underwear?"

"I want to see you naked again, Jenn! And I want to touch you and kiss you! What's sick about that?"

Jenn muttered something under her breath. After a bit of argument, I prevailed. We went back to her room. Fortunately Dianne was not there. Even though I remained completely dressed, she stripped off all her clothes, blushing deeply. She had almost gotten used to being naked in front of me and she didn't try to cover herself. She was not yet an exhibitionist, but she was getting there!

I pulled Jenn's panties out of my pocket and got down on my knees in front of her. I held her panties open and looked up at her crotch. She stepped into her panties, but I left them around her ankles. I caught a brief glimpse of her pink labia as she moved. She reached down, and I said, "No, Jenn. I get to dress you!"

I kissed first one ankle, then the other, and gradually moved my kisses up Jenn's legs. As I did so I gently pulled her panties higher. She blushed and got more and more red. She nervously shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

When I began to kiss above her knees, Jenn clamped her thighs together. "You'll have to move your legs apart or I won't be able to get your panties up, Jenn!" I mumbled from between her legs.

"Damn you! This is so perverted!" Jenn exclaimed. "And it tickles!" I doubted that. I looked up her body and I could see that her nipples and areolae were puffed out and swollen.

I began to lick as well as kiss her thighs, and I could hear her breathing change. My tongue left a wet trail on each leg as I gradually went higher. Finally my nose brushed lightly against her curly, blond pubic hair, and Jenn tried to pull away from me.

I had my hands behind her knees, and I pulled her firmly against my nose. I nuzzled against her pussy. I could feel moisture on my nose as I rubbed it from side to side, pressing harder against her pussy. "This may be perverse and it may tickle, but it also turns you on, doesn't it, Jenn?"

Jenn reached down and pushed my head back, sliding my nose out of her crotch. Her face was very red. "Dianne will be back any moment! Please don't embarrass me! Please!" She begged.

I decided Jenn had been stimulated and humiliated enough. I kissed and licked on the front of her hips right at the top of her pubic hair, and I pulled her panties all the way up. Then I pulled her bra out of my pocket and stood up. I kissed, sucked, and licked her nipples until they were dark red and stiff. Then I helped her get her bra back on. She quickly pulled her shorts and shirt back on. She tossed the bra and panties she had been wearing into the closet.

"I think I know where we can go this weekend," I said. "I'll call you later about it." I took Jenn in my arms, and she closed her eyes and leaned up to kiss me goodbye.

Suddenly Jenn wrinkled her nose and pulled away. She had smelled her own pussy juice on my nose! I held her face and planted a deep kiss on her anyway. "I think it smells wonderful, Jenn. It means your body is preparing itself to mate with me!"

Jenn looked really shocked. I kissed her again and left. I was so aroused I went to the bathroom and beat off into a wad of toilet paper as I inhaled the fresh scent of her pussy which still clung to my nose. I wondered what Jenn did to relieve her arousal. Did she masturbate? Or did she just endure the tension until it went away?

PREPARING TO COMPLETE THE REST OF THE BARGAIN

Money was extremely tight, and I had been trying to figure out how I could afford to take Jenn to someplace like a motel for the weekend. While I had been dressing her, I had remembered a fantastic place for us to go. The previous fall I had been invited to go hunting with a friend and his uncle. The uncle owned a cabin in the mountains about three hours from campus, and it would be perfect for what I had in mind for Jenn. After a couple of calls, I got permission from the uncle to borrow the cabin on the upcoming weekend for what I described as "outdoor relaxation away from civilization after two years in graduate school." Or so I claimed!

He lived about a half-hour away, so I drove over and he gave me a key, complete directions, and a list of the things I would need to take. He also noted that I would have plenty of privacy since there were no open hunting seasons at that time. He told me that I could mail the key back to him. Then he winked at me. "Have a good time! The fresh mountain air makes for great sex! I know!" So much for fooling him about the reason I wanted the cabin!

I called Jenn and told her that we were going to a mountain cabin, and that all she needed to pack was her clothes, toiletries, and similar stuff. I told her that I would take care of the sheets, blankets, pillows, towels, washcloths, etc. I reminded her that the temperatures were cooler in the mountains, particularly at night, and not nearly as warm as we were experiencing in early June.

We agreed to sneak away and leave just before noon on Friday when both of our roommates would be at lunch. Jenn asked about food, and I told her there was a store about a half-hour from the cabin where we could buy perishables on our way in. We agreed to split that expense.

Over the next two days Jenn slipped me several small plastic bags of clothes which I stashed in my VW Bug. She obviously didn't want anyone to see her carrying out a suitcase on Friday and then bringing it back on Sunday! I bought some sheets and a pillowcase on sale at the local K-Mart, and I added my camping blanket, a cooler, and some other supplies.

I made one decision that caused a chain of events that determined the rest of my life. I didn't pack any condoms. I told myself that I was worried Jenn might see them, and I didn't want her defenses to be any higher than normal. But the real reason was even more childish. She had teased me for two years, and I wanted her surrender to be absolutely complete.

I hadn't changed my basic plan. I wanted to arouse Jenn to the point where fucking me was more important to her than anything else, including the possibility of being impregnated during unprotected sex. I wanted to feel Jenn's pulsing cunt squeezing my cock as my cum made that intimate connection especially slippery. I wanted us both to watch as my cum seeped out of her pussy lips. 

I withdrew all but a few dollars from my minuscule savings account. Since I knew Jenn's bra and panty sizes, I was able to buy a really sexy black negligee top with really tiny bikini-panty bottoms for her to wear at the cabin. Of course she expected to be wearing other things, but I decided I would surprise her. I fully expected to talk her - well, arouse her, actually - away from her no-intercourse stance. I fully expected to get laid no matter what her plans were.

I had to study for two more final exams. I managed somehow, in spite of being almost constantly hard thinking about Jenn's sweet-smelling pussy covered with those tight little blonde curls. I kept thinking about how my penis would look, wet and slippery, sliding in and out of her through that thicket of soft, blonde fur. I could imagine her moaning with each in-and-out thrust. Would she really moan? Would she scream? Would she tremble and shake? How wildly would she climax? How would her pussy feel as it gripped my organ?

FRIDAY: THE WEEKEND BEGINS IN THE CAR

Finally it was Friday, exams were over, and everything was stashed in the Bug. I drove to the spot we'd selected for Jenn to join me. I was afraid that she might not show up, but she appeared right on time, tossed another small package of clothes into the back seat, and climbed into the car. She looked apprehensive, and she whispered, "Let's get out of here! I don't want anyone to remember seeing us together!"

Jenn was wearing sandals, white short-shorts, and a T-shirt through which I could clearly see the outline of her bra. She looked delicious, and she had obviously just bathed because she smelled fresh and feminine. As soon as we got onto the main highway, I explained the route we were going to take, and handed her the directions to the cabin.

I decided to begin getting Jenn sexually aroused, still hoping that she would eventually become so excited that she would lose control and beg me to fuck her. At least that was my plan! First, I needed to crush her dignity. "There's not much traffic, Jenn," I said. "Take off all of your clothes!"

"Whaaaaaaat?" Jenn asked. "Wh . . . Why . . . Why do you want me to do that?"

"Frankly I want to look at your naked body while I drive. I want to see if your nipples will get hard, and I want to see if riding naked will make your labia wet and puffy and show through your blonde pussy hair."

Jenn shook her head from side to side and said, "You really are some kind of immature sex fiend, aren't you? I made a deal with a true pervert! I really don't want to do that!"

"C'mon, Jenn! You made this deal! Let's see your hard nipples and fuzzy pussy! Are you going to strip slowly to tease me? Or are you going to just take everything off all at once? I can't wait to see your body again!"

Jenn muttered something else about perverts and sex fiends, and she tried to get undressed quickly. Unfortunately, from her point of view, even with her shoulder belt unfastened, it was difficult for her to remove her clothing in the front seat of a VW Bug. She gave me a reasonably good strip show, even though she didn't intend to! 

There's not much room in the front of a VW, so I told her to put all her clothes, including her sandals, on the back seat. With nothing covering her except her seat belt and shoulder harness, Jenn was really naked, and as that realization struck her, I could see her nipples getting red and stiff.

Watching Jenn strip and then move around to get the shoulder harness comfortable between her breasts had given me a huge boner in my pants. I pointed to it, and said, "Jenn, that was really good! See what you did?"

I could tell from the expression on Jenn's face that she was trying to decide what to express to me, disgust or interest. She didn't want to admit to either of us that she would like to see me naked again, and she also didn't want to admit that she liked causing me to become erect. I could see by the expressions on her face that she was struggling with herself, and it was both interesting and amusing to me. I was making progress!

I was really uncomfortable, and I decided to have more fun with Jenn. "Jenn, you know how these shorts fasten. Please undo them and pull them off for me."

After about ten seconds, Jenn leaned over and, using both hands, undid my shorts. Then she lowered my zipper - and she jumped back! "You're not wearing underwear!" she exclaimed as she stared at my pubic hair, balls, and most of my penis.

"Neither are you!" I retorted, and Jenn blushed. "I'll lift my behind off the seat, and you push my shorts down."

Of course the cramped space in the VW meant that Jenn touched my penis several times while she was working my pants down my legs. I lifted my left leg off the floor, and she pulled my shorts off it, then I drove left-footed while she pulled my shorts off my right leg. Finally I had her pull my shirt off me, leaving us both naked, rolling along the highway.

"What if somebody sees us?" Jenn asked. "We could be arrested!"

"I'll keep an eye out for cops, and if I see any, you can get dressed and you can cover me up. I'll risk it! By the way, my penis is kind of in the way of the steering wheel. Would you hold it, please?" 

Jenn gave me a look of disgust, but she reached her left hand over and held my erection carefully between her thumb and fingers, just touching her fingertips against me. I pumped it a couple of times by squeezing my sphincter, and she jumped when my penis moved under her fingers.

"Jenn, are you a virgin? Haven't you ever held a man's penis before?"

"No, I'm not a virgin, and no, I've never touched a penis before!"

"Let me show you how to hold one," I said. I gripped my pole with my right hand, and when I moved my hand away, Jenn wrapped her hand around my penis as far as she could. The warmth and pressure from her hand felt wonderful!

"Can you feel this?" I asked as I pumped again.

Jenn exclaimed, "You made it bigger! It pushed against my hand! Can you do that on purpose?"

I began to pump in time with the song on the radio, and Jenn started to laugh. "I can't believe this!" she cried. "I'm riding naked in a car, I'm probably going to get arrested for indecent exposure, and I'm holding a penis that's beating time to music!"

"And you're starting to have fun, aren't you?" I teased. Jenn didn't answer, but she grinned at me and gave my cock a firm squeeze.

"Okay! Answer time! How come a non-virgin has never held a man's erection before? Did you just have sex without all the fun of foreplay?"

Jenn frowned. She stared out the windshield for a couple of minutes before she answered. "I've had sex twice. The first time after my Senior Prom and the second time with him the next weekend. Both times it hurt a lot. We did it in his car. We never even got undressed. It was messy, too."

"That's it?" I asked. "How come?" 

"I got really scared that second time when his . . . stuff ran out of me later when I was lying in bed trying to go to sleep. I didn't want to get pregnant and ruin my chances of having a career. So I broke up with him."

"That's why you don't want us to have sex, right? Getting pregnant and ruining your career?" I asked, and Jenn nodded.

"Besides, what's the point? It was just an awful experience, so why do it again, anyway? It's not something I have any desire to do again! Maybe someday if I'm married I'll have to, but not now."

"Jenn, let me ask you something. When we undressed each other, when we held our bodies together, when I kissed your breasts, and now when you're holding my penis - are those awful experiences?"

Jenn thought for a moment, then said. "No, once I get past being embarrassed, it feels really strange inside, but good, here." She pointed to her abdomen. "It kind of tingles inside."

I reached over and before Jenn could stop me, I slipped my hand between her legs and pressed them firmly against her crotch. She clamped her legs together and flinched when I pressed my fingers against her furry slit. When I pulled my fingers out, they were slightly moist. I sniffed them, then held them under Jenn's nose.

Jenn wrinkled her face and pulled away. "No, Jenn! Smell my fingers! Your body is preparing you for sex, and it smells wonderful! If your prom date had taken the time to get you prepared, maybe you would have enjoyed his wham-bam-thank-you- ma'am fucking - at least a little!"

"That's an awfully crude way to put it!" Jenn exclaimed, but she did sniff my fingers. "I guess it doesn't smell all that bad, but it's still not something I like. It's sort of like . . . the way my dirty panties smell."

I began to lick her juice off my fingers. "How can you possibly DO that!" Jenn exclaimed. "That's from my . . . between my legs!"

"And a pretty, furry, blond crotch it is, my dear!" I said in my best W.C. Fields voice.

In spite of her obvious disgust, Jenn giggled. Then she surprised me. She touched herself between her legs, then sniffed her fingers. She smiled and stared out the windshield again. I was making progress!

We drove another few miles in silence. Jenn was still holding my erection. I reached over with my right hand and fingered her nipples, and she blushed and squirmed in the seat. Obviously there was nothing wrong with her reflexes! She was just inexperienced. Well, that was something I could fix - and I intended to!

"Obviously I'm more experienced than you, Jenn," I said. "Do you have any questions of this naked guy whose throbbing dong you're clutching?"

Jenn truly surprised me. She released my penis, dug around in the back seat, giving me a wonderful view of her naked backside, and pulled something out of one of her packages. She had brought along an old-fashioned "purity test." "Yes, I do have some questions!" She said. "Let's do this together!"

We both promised to be completely truthful, and we took turns answering the questions while Jenn kept score. She looked really disgusted when I admitted that I had engaged in sex in a room full of other people also doing it. I was certainly not a virgin, but I didn't tell her about all of my exploits - including some with women she knew from our classes together!

In spite of the various things I'd forced Jenn to do, her purity score was astronomically high compared to mine. I pressed her for more details about her first lover. He had apparently been a typical high-school stud, and had jumped on her in the back seat of his car, pulled her panties down, and pushed himself in. I told her again that sex was much better than that! And I promised again that I wouldn't have intercourse with her unless she changed her mind and asked me to.

Jenn just laughed at that. "I may be naked, but now I know I'm safe!" she said. "There's no way I'm going to ask you to do THAT!" There was no hint in her voice that she suspected my real intentions.

Jenn put the purity test away and took hold of my penis again without being asked. I watched her nipples bounce as her chest moved up and down with her breathing and with the motion of the VW. When she saw where I was looking she got very red. But she kept holding my penis and she didn't try to cover herself at all. I could see her nipples turning dark red and getting hard.




A Bargain Ch. 01



Somehow I didn't spend so much time staring at Jenn's body that I put the Bug into a ditch, and just before we left the main highway, I had her help me get my pants and shirt back on.

As soon as I was decent (except for the huge tent in my pants), I told Jenn to get dressed. "Just put on your shirt and shorts - but no bra or panties," I ordered.

"But my nipples will show!" Jenn complained.

"That's the idea, Jenn! Flaunt 'em! With any luck at all there'll be a guy in the store and you can watch as his eyes drill holes in your shirt and his crotch starts to swell! Women like causing that effect on men! Heck, you'll never see anyone here again, so what does it matter?"

A few minutes later we arrived at the little store where we could buy our final supplies. I arranged my stiff dork in my shorts, and we got out of the car and entered the store. Jenn was excited, and her face clearly showed it. I made her keep her shoulders back and her arms down at her sides, and the kid behind the counter couldn't take his eyes off of her bouncing boobs. He tried to lean against the counter to hide his erection, but his pants were sticking straight out when he moved to the cash register. Her face got all red again and her nipples stood at attention, which only made things worse! Or better! We bought our supplies, put some of them into the cooler, and headed toward the cabin.

I didn't speak. I let Jenn digest the experience of turning on a complete stranger. She was chewing on her lower lip, but her nipples were still hard under her shirt. Her eyes were bright. She glanced at me, and blushed when she realized I knew she had enjoyed what she had done! She reached over and held my penis through my shorts. I reached over and gently rubbed her nipples through her shirt. She grinned at me. She had really enjoyed her little exhibition.

FRIDAY: JENN'S DIGNITY IS DEMOLISHED AT THE CABIN

About a quarter mile past the store we headed into the deep woods, following some old logging trails which we located only because of the excellent directions I had received. Fortunately the Bug was up to the task, although we really bounced around. At last we came out of the woods into a clearing, and there was the cabin, overlooking a beautiful view of the surrounding mountains.

I unlocked the cabin's door, and turned on the electricity. Yes, there was a single power line leading to the cabin, and we had followed it for the last half mile. I located the correct tools (where the directions said they would be), and primed the electric pump with water I had brought along, and we soon had running water. It ran rusty at first, then clear and cold after a couple of minutes, so I filled the propane- heated hot-water tank, and turned on and lit the gas. While I was taking care of all this, Jenn swept the dust and accumulated dirt out of the cabin and checked the place out. We unloaded our stuff from the Bug and put the cold food into a refrigerator.

It was still pretty warm, probably near 80 degrees. We decided we had time to take a hike before making dinner. We followed a trail, jumped over a stream, and located a deep pool full of really cold water. I considered skinny-dipping, but decided the water was much too cold. We did share several wonderful kisses, and I could feel Jenn's nipples getting hard under her shirt as she pressed herself against me.

We kept exploring until the shadows began to darken the woods, and then we hurried back to the cabin, barely arriving before dark. We had walked and climbed for a couple of miles, and we were both really tired and sweaty. But as the sun went down, the air got chilly, a breeze began to blow, and we were glad to get back into the shelter of the cabin.

The cabin was basically one big room, with four bunk beds along the walls, each with a plastic-covered mattress and pillow (but no sheets or blankets). There were also four really huge refrigerators (obviously for whatever they hunted), one of which we had plugged in when we arrived, a propane stove, and a single sink. Dishes and glasses were in cabinets over the sink, and pots and pans were below.

There was a washing machine at the end of the short kitchen counter. The bathroom was cut out of the kitchen end of the cabin, and contained an old porcelain tub/shower squeezed in next to a toilet. We both needed showers, and Jenn told me to go first and she would wash some dishes and pans so that we could eat. I told her that I would get out the sheets and blankets and make things ready for sleeping while she took her shower.

I unpacked some towels and soap and took them into the bathroom. As I had remembered, there was no lock on the door. I scrubbed out the tub and then undressed and showered. I dried myself off and walked naked into the main room carrying my towel in one hand and my dirty clothes in the other. "Shower's yours, Jenn!" I announced. Jenn's eyes opened wide, but she otherwise ignored my nudity. 

It was obvious that Jenn intended to stay dressed as much as possible. Rather than confront her and demand she live up to our bargain, I decided to have some fun with her.

Jenn carried some clean clothes into the bathroom and closed the door. I heard her messing with the doorknob, obviously trying to lock the door. I yelled that there was no lock, and I heard her mutter something. After a few seconds of silence, I could hear her undressing and I heard the toilet flush. Then the shower came on.

Still naked I entered the bathroom, and told Jenn I had to take a piss. The shower curtain was almost transparent, and I could clearly see her naked body. .I stood over the toilet and took a leak while she watched me. She was staring as I flicked the last few drops into the bowl. As I opened the door, she turned away from me, so without her noticing I kicked all of her dirty clothes and a plastic bag containing her fresh clothing out into the main cabin.

As soon as I closed the bathroom door, I picked up all of Jenn's clothes, picked up all of her bags that contained additional clothes, slipped into my sandals, and took everything out to the trunk of the Bug. I locked everything up, draped my wet towel over the porch railing, and then went back into the cabin and hid the VW key on top of the cabinets where she couldn't reach it. Then I pulled one of the twin-sized, plastic- covered mattresses onto the floor, dusted it, put on my K-Mart sheets, added a blanket, and fixed up a pillow. Then, still naked, I began heating up a pot of canned beef stew.

Jenn showered until the water began to run cold, and a few seconds later I heard her curse as she realized I had stolen her clothes. A few minutes later she emerged from the bathroom, with still-damp hair and clutching the wet, undersized towel I had provided. She managed to cover herself from breasts to crotch, but her back and sides were completely bare. She looked wonderful and I grinned at her.

"This isn't funny! Give me back my clothes!"

"I probably will. Maybe in the morning," I said.

"I've been naked most of the day. Why can't I cover up now?"

"I LIKE seeing you naked, Jenn!"

"But it's CRUDE to sit around naked while you eat!"

I ignored Jenn's complaint and went back to the stove. I filled two bowls, buttered some French bread, and sat down and began to eat. Jenn was hungry, and she finally stopped demanding her clothes and sat down across from me. She ate the meal with one hand holding up the towel. I remained naked. I poured some red wine, and she quickly drank several glasses. I hoped the alcohol would relax her.

"How come you're so shy about showing your body now?" I asked. "You were naked for three hours on the way up here."

"This is different!" Jenn declared. "We're completely isolated here, and the way you're looking at me makes me nervous! There's no way I could get help if you started to take advantage of me!"

"You're not going to need help," I declared, "But you do look silly holding that tiny towel in front of you."

Jenn glared at me, and then she yawned. We were both tired from the drive, the long walk and the wine.

"Let's go to bed so we're rested for tomorrow," I said. "There's lots of neat trails we can explore."

I used the toilet, then cleaned my teeth in the kitchen sink. Jenn sat in the chair, clutching her towel, and watched me. I kissed her as she desperately held the towel between us. When I began to run my hands up and down her naked back, she quickly got up, backed away from me into the bathroom, and closed the door. I could hear her urinating. I turned out all the lights except a small one in the corner, and crawled into my bed.

By this time the cabin had cooled, probably to below 60 degrees. Jenn flushed the toilet and came out, still clutching her damp towel, and she cleaned her teeth in the sink. Even in the weak light I could see her blond pubic hair when she bent over the sink to spit out the toothpaste. How soon would I be able to slide my penis through those curls and into her pussy? Well, the night was young!

When she was done, Jenn turned, looked around, and asked, "Where am I supposed to sleep?"

"Well, you can either sleep in this bed with me or you can curl up on one of the bunk beds."

"But there aren't any sheets or blankets! How can I sleep with nothing but a wet towel?" Jenn cried.

"The choice is yours, Jenn!" I said. "Cuddle up with horny - and warm - me or sleep on one of the bunk beds with your cold, wet towel!"

Jenn muttered something and defiantly tried to sleep on one of the bunk beds. After about ten minutes she began to curse, and suddenly she was standing over me, shivering in the cold air, no towel to be seen, poking me with her foot.

"Move over, damn it!" She said. "The way you're lying on the bed there isn't room for me! And I'm getting cold out here!"

I made room, but with the small mattress it was obvious that the only way we could share the bed was to hold each other. I lay on my back and wrapped my arms around her and held her until she stopped shivering. I kissed her good night, but I also took advantage of every opportunity to run my hands gently all over her body.

After experimenting with several positions, we finally ended up with me on my right side, with Jenn spooning against me. Her cold-stiffened nipples were hard against my back, and I had a raging hard-on! She kept her hands away from it, unfortunately.

Jenn's breathing gradually changed, and I knew the combination of the wine and the long hike had caught up with her. I carefully turned so I was facing her, and when my erection bumped into her thighs, she made a funny sound in her sleep and rolled onto her left side. Now I was spooning her. My penis was against the backs of her thighs, and my right hand was on her breasts. I began to slowly caress her. 

I carefully moved my hand down to her crotch, and I gently rubbed the fronts of her thighs, her soft and fuzzy pubic hair, and then up to her breasts and nipples. Her nipples remained stiff and hard, but she still seemed to be asleep.

As Jenn shifted positions her legs parted, and my penis gradually slipped between her legs. I was able to reach around her, pull up on the head of my penis, and position my penis along her furry slit. Given Jenn's sexual history, I was now certain she was asleep because she didn't scream or yell.

By pressing with my hand against my penis, I could put pressure on her clitoris. After a few minutes of this stimulation, Jenn's breathing changed again, and I could tell she was becoming aroused. I began to rock my hips forward and back, with my penis rubbing her entire slit, sliding the tip of my penis back and forth over her clitoris. I could feel her wetness on my shaft. 

Abruptly Jenn woke up, gave out a loud snort and jumped out of the bed. "You bastard! You sick pervert! You said you weren't going to fuck me! You said I'd be safe! So what were you just doing, you damned asshole?"

Jenn's breathing was irregular, deep, and raspy. As she stood near me, I could see wetness sparkling on the insides of her thighs. "You were trying to fuck me, weren't you! I should never have trusted you!"

"Jenn, I could have fucked you, but I didn't! You were so ready that all I had to do was slide my penis into you! But we have a deal, right? I didn't break it!"

Jenn was obviously extremely aroused, and I knew from our purity test that she had almost never masturbated (and then without much of an orgasm), so I knew she was really uncomfortable and didn't know how to take care of it. The expression "babe in the woods" flew into my head and I grinned. 

"Get back into bed and I'll bring you to a climax without intercourse."

"I don't need an orgasm from you! You just want another chance to take advantage of me!" she retorted.

She was absolutely correct, but I didn't say so! "Jenn, look at yourself! You're so aroused that you're rubbing your own breasts and nipples!" She glanced down and realized I was right. "You're also starting to shiver from the cold. Get back into this bed and I'll send you over the top! And I won't have to fuck you to do it!"

Probably it was the temperature, not her arousal, that finally got to her, but Jenn climbed warily back into the narrow bed with me. "Lie on your back and hold onto my penis for your protection. Let me try make love to you - but not with intercourse!" After a few more protests she grabbed my penis and complied. Her breathing still reflected her arousal, and her pussy scent was thick, particularly so under the blanket.

I began by kissing her on her lips and neck, gradually working down to her breasts and nipples. I caressed one nipple while sucking on the other, then started again at her lips. Each time I kissed her a little lower, then went back to her mouth, working my way down her body again. As I worked further down, she released my penis, put her arms around me and rubbed my back. She began to make soft moaning sounds, synchronized with her ragged breathing.

The first time I sucked on Jenn's navel, she yelled and said it tickled. But it didn't tickle each time after that. As I moved lower, Jenn complained about my depravity, but I reminded her that she had agreed to do anything I wanted except intercourse. It was also obvious that she was so turned on that her resistance was nearly all noise and not really sincere. When I began to kiss the tops of Jenn's thighs, she involuntarily separated her legs. I moved a hand from a breast to her wet and slippery pussy, and I began to slide a single finger slowly in and out of her.

Jenn put one of her hands on top of mine, stopping my motion. "I don't know . . . I'm not sure . . . This just isn't . . ."

I covered her mouth with mine and kissed her. Then I gently wiggled the finger I had inside her. "Just my finger, Jenn! I'm not going to put my penis inside you! But doesn't my finger feel wonderful inside you?"

After a few seconds, Jenn released my hand and nodded her head. She squeezed me hard and kissed me. I continued to stimulate her.

I occasionally brushed my thumb against her clitoris, and Jenn cried out and gave a little jump each time. Finally I pressed my face into her snatch and tongued into her vagina. God she tasted wonderful! Jenn tried to pull my face away, but she was struggling between her own sense of dignity and her arousal. "You said just a finger! This is really disgusting! OH! OOH! OO-OOH!" As I kept licking, she stopped trying to get me to move.

I flicked my tongue over her clitoris, and Jenn began to build to orgasm. I kept slowing down as her passion climbed, and each time she got more excited before I stopped. Jenn was still fighting her building passion, probably because I was doing something so "depraved" to her. But it was a battle I didn't intend to lose.

After what must have been most of an hour of cunnilingus, I used my finger in Jenn's vagina to find and rub her G-spot, and I sucked and liked on her clitoris with an ever-increasing tempo. She wrapped her legs around my head, arched her back, and let out an incredible scream as she climaxed. I let her calm down for a few minutes, and as soon as her breathing was better, I began again. This time it only took about ten minutes to bring her to a screaming, body-shaking orgasm.

I kept up oral and digital sex for another couple of hours, bringing Jenn to orgasm several times. She hadn't spoken a coherent word for a long time. Her eyes were half-closed, and her mouth was hanging open. Her legs were wide apart, her labia were puffy, red, and protruding, and she made no effort to protect herself. Unlike some women I'd known, she was loud and active when she climaxed.

But I was so aroused that I had to release the throbbing ache in my balls. Jenn was exhausted, well past the point of resisting anything I did. I knew I could fuck her, but I didn't want to break my promise. So I straddled a sweat-covered Jenn, with my prick pointing at her breasts, and began to jerk off. She watched me through eyes that were just barely open. It only took a couple of minutes, and then I sprayed wad after wad of my cum onto her breasts and stomach. 

My climax had left my legs trembling, and I collapsed half on top of her. I fell asleep as I gently rubbed the cum into her breasts and nipples. The aroma of her pussy and my cum was so thick that I was soon hard again, and she reached down and pressed my erection firmly against her thigh as we drifted off together. She even kissed my pussy-juice covered lips without protest. It was obvious that she had just experienced - and enjoyed - the first real sexual passions of her life.

This story continues in "A Bargain Ch.2: Seduction - Sexual arousal overwhelms reluctance."



A Bargain Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Seduction 

SATURDAY: JENN EXPLORES HER SEXUALITY

I woke up Saturday morning to find the sun shining through the curtainless windows, with one of my hands on Jenn's boobs, and with one of Jenn's hands holding my sticky penis and balls. She was already awake and was trying to arouse me! I pretended to be asleep, and she carefully twisted around on the bed so that she could examine my penis closely.

Jenn held her face just inches from my body as she fondled and explored me. Her innocent curiosity coupled with her touching immediately caused my penis to become fully erect. She caressed and rubbed it, a look of wonder and excitement on her face. Then she began to mimic what I had done when I jacked off, and as I peeked at her naked body through my slitted eyes, I felt the pressure at the base of my penis quickly building.

My penis was pointed directly at Jenn's face, and she was looking at its cyclops eye, now swollen and dark red. She watched my balls pull up hard against my shaft, and she began to rub them with one hand while stroking my shaft with the other. I felt a growing heat spreading out from my balls as Jenn continued rubbing and fondling me.

I ejaculated. My first burst hit Jenn between the eyes, and before she could react, a second rope of cum hit the side of her nose and flopped into her open mouth. She recoiled in disgust, saying, "Yuck!" and the next shot struck directly on her right nipple. It was still coated with dried cum from the night before.

As Jenn jerked back, I grabbed her and pulled her back against me, and my remaining cum splashed against her stomach and dripped onto my abdomen. "GOD! It's in my mouth! It's all over my face! Let go of me!" She cried.

I forced Jenn down onto her back, and I rolled over on top of her and pinned her to the bed. Then I licked the cum off of her face. She kept trying to keep me from kissing her, but I persisted, and I finally pushed a wad of my cum into her mouth with my tongue. She tried to spit it out, but I kept my mouth clamped against hers, and I began to rub my thigh against her pussy. I could feel the fresh, sticky cum on my stomach as I rubbed against her.

Jenn swallowed, then kissed me back. It was obvious that she was really turned on. "I think I'd like you to do me again!" She shyly said. "And your . . . stuff . . . didn't taste so bad after all!"

I was happy to oblige, and I moved my lips to her pussy. About twenty minutes later I enjoyed her screams of climax while I watched waves of passion ripple through her abdomen. This time I had two fingers inside her when she came, and I could feel her vagina contracting against them as her orgasm trembled through her body. 

We shared a long, sticky kiss as we clung to each other. The pussy juice on my mouth covered up our morning breath. Jenn hungrily licked my face. "I thought it would taste awful!" She declared. "But it . . . somehow . . . makes me feel even more excited!"

As Jenn pressed herself against me, I knew I was winning the struggle. She had experienced far more sexual arousal than anything she had done before, and we had become almost as physically intimate as two people could be. My penis throbbed as I realized that she would probably soon be asking for me to really have sex with her. All I needed to do was to keep her aroused and ready!

The cabin slowly got warmer. We were sticky with our various secretions and covered with dried sweat, and needed to shower. When we got up, I pointed out the various wet spots on the sheets. I pulled them off the mattress and put them in the washing machine. While I got it running, Jenn took her still-damp towel into the bathroom and began to shower.

I got my mostly-dry towel from the porch and joined her. Jenn didn't complain when I climbed into the tub with her, and we took turns cleaning each other off. While I was cleaning her pussy, I slid one finger into her vagina and another into her anus, with my thumb pressing against her clitoris. Jenn was disgusted by the finger in her ass, so I told her she should do the same thing to me.

With her soapy finger inside me, I helped her find my prostate, and instructed her on the way to rub it that really turned me on. I was soon moaning and groaning, and Jenn had a huge, satisfied grin on her face. Before I ejaculated, I made her stop, and I pushed my fingers back into her, this time without complaint. She was soon grunting as I had done a couple of minutes before. We stopped before the hot water ran out, but we were both nearly ready to climax.

After drying each other off, I took the wet towels outside, and I hung them on a clothesline about fifty feet from the cabin. Then we began preparing breakfast. Our frequent kisses kept our arousal at a peak. My balls had a slight ache, and I could smell Jenn's pussy even though she had just showered.

With the bacon sizzling and the eggs ready to be put on, the washing machine stopped, and I told Jenn it was her turn to hang out the laundry. After some arguing, she finally walked outside, completely naked, and hung the sheets up. Watching her do this in the nude was really a sight! It was still a little chilly outside, so her nipples were stiff and she was shivering when she came back in, so we cuddled and kissed for a couple of minutes. Once again she got really aroused. Most likely she had never really gotten calmed down from our earlier activities.

The cabin was quickly warmed by the sun, so we unclasped each other and finished making breakfast. We ate it in the nude. Of course there really wasn't any choice since I still had Jenn's clothes locked up! Jenn blushed occasionally, but she gave no other sign that she was uncomfortable. While we drank coffee after breakfast, I sat across from her and talked her into giving me beaver shots like Sharon Stone had done in Basic Instinct. Of course it's even a better view if the woman is nude! And her blonde pubic curls were incredibly beautiful to stare at!

"Your penis points up when I do this!"

"I can tell you're enjoying this. I am too!" I replied.

Every time Jenn spread her legs apart and arched her hips forward, she blushed very deeply, but she was becoming more wanton. I had a world-class hard-on.

When we hadn't touched each other for several minutes, we slowly calmed down. Jenn said she wanted to explore the woods some more, and I agreed. I retrieved the VW key, and I told her that she could go out and get any clothes she wanted to wear. Once again I was treated to the sight of a naked woman outside in the sunlight while she made two trips back-and-forth with her collection of little bags of clothes.

I insisted that we not wear any underwear. We wore shorts, T-shirts, and shoes and socks. Jenn looked fabulous, particularly with her two erect nipples pushing her shirt front out!

We explored the woods and rocky outcroppings for nearly two hours. We saw lots of snakes. Some were poisonous, but they were easily avoided. Late in the morning we returned to the clearing around the cabin. I suggested we have a drink and sunbathe. I got a beach blanket out of the car, spread it on the grass, and began to take off my clothes.

Jenn said she was afraid of getting burned in sensitive places, but I pulled out a bottle of suntan lotion and told her that we could prevent that easily enough! As soon as she was completely nude, I insisted on applying lotion to her entire body, paying particular attention to her breasts and nipples. Since she was a blonde, I pointed out that I really had to be thorough, and by the time I was done with the pale skin below her waist, she was once again really aroused. Then she greased me up, paying particular attention to my erect penis. Finally we lay down and began to bake in the sun.

Every few minutes we would change positions, and I insisted that we apply more lotion to the white, untanned areas on our bodies. Jenn used the lotion to make my penis slippery, and she mimicked our strokes of the night before and began to give me a hand job.

Lying on my back, with a beautiful, greasy, naked girl rubbing my dong, was too much. When she slid a greasy finger into my anus and began to rub my prostate, I shot my wad. This time she had me aimed away from her, and it ended up on my legs. She laughed and wiped it off me with her hands, then used the grass to clean her hands off. She was amazed at how small my penis was when it was uninflated, and she made fun of it. But then it was my turn.

I had Jenn lie on her back, and I rubbed a lot of lotion onto her breasts, and onto the front of her thighs. Then I straddled her waist, and rubbed her breasts with one hand while I reached back and used my slippery hand to rub her pussy. She raised her knees and spread her legs apart, and I slid my fingers in and out of her vagina. The lotion made her clitoris very slippery, and she began to move with the rhythm of my hand strokes.

My penis stiffened up, and she caressed it while I slowly brought her tensions up. As I had done before, I brought her to the brink, then paused, then brought her to the brink again. I did this over and over until she arched her head back and looked like she was in pain. I increased the tempo on her pussy and she began to scream my name over and over. I could feel her body shaking under me.

As she calmed down, she pulled my hand away from her clitoris saying it was just too sensitive. I kissed and fondled her for a few minutes, then built her up again. This time I told her that she had to finish herself.

"I can't do that! Not with you watching!" She cried.

"I did it last night while you watched!" I retorted. I rubbed her clitoris with my finger until she was almost there, and then stopped. "Your turn, Jenn! Finish yourself off!"

After a few false starts, she began to rub her breasts with one hand while rubbing her crotch with the other. I leaned back and I watched her masturbate, thinking about how far I'd already brought her. Late yesterday she had been reluctant to eat a meal with me while nude. Now she was allowing me to watch her masturbate herself! 

As Jenn twisted her legs around, I could hear her wet vagina making smacking sounds, and I knew she was getting close. Finally she climaxed, and screamed, although not as loudly as before. But she kept rubbing herself and her climax repeated several times. Finally she stopped, and lay on her back with her legs spread apart, with the sun shining directly on her pussy lips. If any woman ever had a well-fucked look, it was Jenn - and she hadn't fucked me!

I leaned over her and kissed her. She clung to me for several minutes. She made little purring sounds in her throat. A little later we picked up our stuff, including our clothes and my beach blanket with a couple of spots of Jenn's pussy juice on it, and we went back to the cabin. It was so hot we had to open the windows to cool it off, and then we made some ham and cheese sandwiches and ate them in the nude outside in the shade. We washed them down with cold beer. When we tried to get up, we both found we had stiff and sore muscles from the hiking and climbing.

We went back inside and ran a warm bath, and then we both climbed in and soaked. Every few minutes we added a little hot water. We soon drifted off to sleep in the tub, with our heads at opposite ends, and with our legs intertwined so that our crotches were pressing against each other. In the warm water I could clearly see that Jenn's labia were engorged and that her pussy was open and ready. My prick stuck straight up out of the water, and if I hadn't made my "no intercourse" promise, I would have screwed her right then. She was ready, I was ready, and we were both relaxed. Instead of making love, we napped.

Jenn woke me when she pulled the plug and stood up. We repeated the shower action of the morning, and washed all of the residual lotion off our various body parts. Then we grabbed a couple of cold beers, walked naked outside, pulled our towels off the line, and dried off outdoors. A gentle breeze had come up, and it was warm but not hot. The smell of the woods made it feel like paradise. Of course holding and caressing a naked Jenn didn't hurt, either!

I told Jenn that I had a couple of presents for her, and I retrieved them from the car. First I handed her a package with a pink bow on it. She quickly finished her beer and then opened it. When she pulled out the black negligee, she blushed and stammered, "I could never wear something like this!"

But I insisted, so Jenn told me to wait outside while she went into the cabin and put the skimpy outfit on. After a couple of minutes Jenn called my name, and I entered the cabin to find her wearing the negligee, lying on her back on our bed, with her hands over her head and with her knees up and her legs spread wide apart. She looked like a gift from God, and her posture and the look on her face said, "Unwrap me and fuck me!" She was clearly learning how to exploit her sexuality!

I kissed her and caressed her entire body, and she quickly became extremely aroused. After a lot of foreplay, I untied the bow between her breasts, slipped the negligee top off her sweaty body, and paused to look at her wearing nothing but the skimpy black bikini bottoms. As I rubbed her crotch through the material, her pussy juice soaked the panties, and I could see her wet pussy lips through the material. Before I slid the panties off her, I had her bend down and look at herself. She looked again when she was naked, and it was obvious that she was ready. Her outer lips were dark and spread, and her vagina was partially open.

I slipped her pussy-juice-sodden panties down her legs and dropped them onto the floor. I handed her the second package. She looked confused when she pulled out a dildo, but she immediately started comparing it to my erect penis. "It's almost an exact copy of yours!" She laughed. "It's even the same size!"

The dildo came complete with balls, and also with a tickler which, I explained to Jenn, was to stimulate her clitoris. "I'm not sure about using this!" She said. I quickly smeared lubricating gel all over it (even though it probably wasn't necessary, given the state of her arousal), and I began to push it slowly into her vagina. Jenn stared at it as it slowly disappeared into her, and then she gasped when the tickler struck her clitoris.

I began to move the dildo in and out of Jenn, pressing down and twisting when I had it all the way in, and this really drove Jenn wild! She began to grunt, and she jerked her hips against the dildo as I began to increase the in-and-out tempo. She had her fastest climax yet, and they probably heard her scream at the store in the valley! 

I held the Dildo inside Jenn while she calmed down, then I began to move it again. As soon as she started responding, I told her that it was hers to use, and she sat up a little and began to move it around inside her. It was instructive to see the motions, patterns, and timing she used. Within a few minutes she again exploded with orgasm. While she calmed down, I gently caressed her body and kissed her. The dildo remained inside her.

I was becoming aware that my feelings for Jenn weren't just sexual. We had been friends for a couple of years, and now that we were getting intimate, I knew I was starting to fall in love with her. I began to worry about what would happen once I finally got her so aroused that she wanted to fuck me. I knew that I was already close to that point, but how would she feel afterwards? I'd given my word, after all. For the most part I was concerned about her feelings for me. That was a first for me - with any woman!

I told Jenn that she could use the dildo any time she wanted to pretend that I was fucking her, and she kissed and hugged me. Then I had an idea. I told her that the black negligee could be her way of signaling me that she wanted to really have intercourse. "If you ever wear that for me again, I'll know that you are ready for us to have real sex. Until you decide to do that, you can always use the dildo."

Jenn smiled, looking completely sated. "So, if I wear this outfit for you, you will make love to me? And until I do that, you won't?" She asked. I nodded and she kissed me for a long time. "It's a deal!" She said. One again I realized I'd just made a promise that I didn't think I would be able to keep. If I got her hot enough to beg me to fuck her, could I do so without breaking this new promise? It really surprised me that I cared!

I wanted to have her "wear" the dildo, and after a trip to the bathroom, we found that a pair of panties she had packed would almost hold it in place inside her. Certainly with a little help from me, and with an occasional push from her, she could move around with the dildo inside her. Even with her panties on it was sexier than having her nude since I knew that she had an erect "copy" of my penis inside her!

We decided to have an early dinner, and we quickly made spaghetti which we ate with garlic bread and more red wine. Throughout the preparation and the meal, I pressed the dildo through her panties, and Jenn wiggled and gasped with the stimulation. She was so turned on that her face and chest were covered with blotchy red areas and her nipples were rigid. I teased her by dripping some wine onto her breasts and then licking it off, and I challenged her to do the same thing with my penis. She was reluctant, but finally tried it. It felt so good having her lick, suck, and kiss my prick, particularly since it was completely new to her.

Then I talked Jenn into giving me a real blow job. She quickly picked up the idea after a few instructions, and she really drove me wild! At the same time she was flexing her hips and rubbing the dildo through her panties, driving herself into a frenzy. She suddenly began to orgasm, and as she raised her head to scream, I exploded into her open mouth, onto her face, and onto her neck. She collapsed on top of me with her legs apart, straddling me. She kissed me, and I licked some of the cum off her face. Before I could finish, she began to drift to sleep. My limp penis was against one of her legs, and I could feel the sticky cum between us. I could taste it, and I could reach down her back and feel between her legs and push on the dildo through her panties. She obviously enjoyed the sensation, but we were both exhausted and I quickly joined her in sleep.

EARLY SUNDAY: THE FINAL DAY AT THE CABIN

Jenn woke up first, and she woke me when she got up. It was sometime after 2:00 a.m. Jenn removed the dildo and we both looked at the way her vagina stayed open, even with it out. We shared a fast, joint shower. The cabin was really cold, and we quickly got back into our sticky bed. Jenn was on top as she had been earlier, only this time she wasn't wearing her panties. She slid down me until my stiff prick was pressed upright firmly against her pussy. Then she wiggled against me, kissed me deeply, and quickly fell asleep.

I dozed for a while, then decided to resume stimulating Jenn. I gently stroked her back, all the way down to the backs of her thighs. My fingers gently brushed the sides of her breasts, even lightly touching one nipple. I began to slowly move my hips forward and back a little bit, producing a sliding motion with my erection along her pussy and against her clitoris. Other than my prick, I was completely relaxed. I kept this up for at least a half hour, then I began to be more direct in my touching. I worked my thumbs between our chests and applied direct stroking to her nipples. 

I gradually increased the tempo of my hip thrusts, and I lengthened the strokes. In only a few minutes I could feel Jenn's pussy getting wet, and my penis, now partially wrapped in her labia, began to slide smoothly up and down her slit. Her heart began to beat faster, and her breathing picked up, but she still appeared to be asleep. She began to move her hips in time with the movement of my prick, and I reached between her legs and pressed the head of my penis more solidly against her.




A Bargain Ch. 02



Soon the head of my penis moved almost inside Jenn on each stroke, and I began to move from side to side when my thrust was at its greatest, rubbing back and forth against her clitoris. Her hip action increased, and I no longer needed to press my penis with my hand in order for its head to begin to enter her vagina. She was so wet that it felt like her pussy lips were greased. The only reason my penis didn't enter her was the angle between our bodies, and either of us could easily correct if we so desired.

Jenn began to grunt and moan with each of my slow, deliberate thrusts, and I left the head of my penis at her vaginal opening longer and longer. She suddenly woke up, and we both added side-to-side motion to our forward and back hip action. She raised herself up to kiss me, and I began to rub her breasts and pull gently on her nipples. The change in her posture caused the head of my penis to begin to enter her vagina, and I held it there, twisting and turning, while we kissed. If she pushed herself up and leaned back, my penis was going to enter her. As it was her rocking hip action caused the head of my penis to really stimulate her, and I could feel the opening to her vagina alternately squeezing and releasing me.

Our motions got faster and faster, and Jenn's grunts and moans got louder and longer. Suddenly she climaxed, and once again the only thing that kept my penis from entering her was the angle between our bodies when she dropped herself on me. The head of my penis was still at the entrance to her vagina, and I could feel her contractions through it. The sensations were incredibly exciting, and as her orgasm died down, I moved my penis back and forth against her, and she climaxed again, dislodging the head of my penis from the entrance to her vagina with her writhing.

After a few seconds Jenn's screaming stopped, and I could hear a wet popping sound from her vagina as she twisted her hips back and forth. Jenn was still really aroused! I gently rolled her off me so that we were lying side-by-side, and I slid one hand down to her crotch. I rubbed my hand along her pussy, lubricating my fingers and thumb, and then I pushed three fingers into her, and rubbed her clitoris with my slippery thumb.

Inside Jenn I spread my fingers to make her feel as if her cunt had a really big dork in it, and I again found her G-spot. Very gently and slowly I began to rub her most sensitive spots, alternating between her G-spot and her clitoris, while kissing her face, neck, and breasts. For at least ten minutes I rubbed her almost to orgasm, then backed away.

In spite of the cold cabin air, Jenn kicked off the sheet and blanket, and lay spread-eagled on her back on the bed. She began to rub her hands all over my body. The cold air in the cabin didn't matter to either of us anymore.

I slowly moved until I was kneeling between her legs. I placed the head of my penis at the entrance to her vagina. "Do you want me to slide it into you, Jenn?" I asked in a husky voice.

"God yes! Now! Fuck me now! I want you inside me!" she screamed and threw one arm over her eyes and arched her back, opening herself up even more. I heard her vagina make another wet pop, but I found I couldn't do it. If I'd had a condom, I wouldn't have even considered what was really bothering me. I would have slipped it over my cock and plunged it into her waiting snatch. 

I had correctly believed that I could arouse Jenn to this point by making her live up to her arrangement with me. But I had also promised that I wouldn't fuck her unless she wore the black outfit. But so what? Wasn't the idea to get her up here and fuck her? As I hesitated, I suddenly found myself exploding with feelings for Jenn. I realized I was unable to betray our new arrangement concerning the black negligee. Stupid!

Jenn was twisting and writhing under me. I heard her vagina pop again. Since I couldn't just fuck Jenn, I picked up the dildo, pushed my dork away from her pussy, and held the dildo just like my penis. Then I rocked forward, sliding the dildo all of the way into her in one, slow, smooth push. I had two fingers between the tickler and her clitoris so that she wouldn't feel it, and I pressed my fingers against her clitoris. This was too much for Jenn, and she arched her back, thrashed her arms, pulled her knees up, and screamed over and over. I held the dildo firmly against my crotch, and I pretended it was my penis as I fucked her with it. She screamed and climaxed twice more before she went completely limp, gasping for breath. I pulled the dildo out of her with a wet "plop," and then lay down beside her and caressed her all over as we cuddled.

My balls were aching like they were going to explode! As Jenn recovered, she reached down, took hold of my penis, and realized that it was still rock-hard and erect. "Didn't you fuck me?" she asked?

"No, I used the dildo," I replied. 

"Why? I wanted you inside me! Why didn't you? God, I even thought it was you and it was incredible!"

"Jenn, I can't talk about that until I get some relief! My balls are throbbing!". 

Jenn giggled, and crawled on top of me with her dripping twat almost in my face and licked and sucked until I came. This time she was ready, and she caught nearly all of my cum in her mouth. As my penis began to deflate, Jenn spun herself around on me and pushed a huge mass of cum into my mouth with her tongue. Then she giggled again.

After pulling the sheet and blanket back over us and cuddling for a few minutes, Jenn repeated her question. "So, why didn't you fuck me when you had the chance? Is there something wrong with me?"

By that time I could verbalize my answer. "Jenn, I took unfair advantage of you all weekend, and I made you do all sorts of things you had never done before. I kept turning you on, and I figured that eventually your sexual passions would overwhelm everything else, even your own sense of right and wrong."

Jenn was staring at me with a strange look in her eyes. Abruptly I realized something else, and I told her, "We didn't have any protection, and I knew I might get you pregnant. I'd gladly marry you if that happened, cuz I know you would never get an abortion. But I don't think we could succeed in a marriage if a baby caused it."

Now the look on Jenn's face was a mixture of confusion and sadness. "So you didn't fuck me because you don't want us to make babies together? Is that it?"

"No, Jenn. If we decided - in particular if YOU decided - that we should have unprotected sex because we were heading toward marriage anyway, then that would make everything different. But I couldn't just . . . arouse you . . . trick you . . . Ah, shit! I couldn't take advantage of you like that, okay? Particularly after we made that deal with the negligee! And I've never wanted to make babies with anyone before, but now I think I do with you!"

Now Jenn was smiling. "Does this happen to you a lot? You get the girl all hot and then can't finish because you worry about her?"

"Truthfully, this is the first time I've ever turned down a fully-aroused and ready woman! It's not that I didn't want to fuck you, it's more like . . . I've never wanted to have sex so much before. Hell, I don't really understand!"

Jenn kissed me then held me close for a couple of minutes. "So, you don't ever plan to make love to me, is that it?" She asked.

This time I laughed. "Not exactly! If you decide to make love to me when you're not turned on to the point of losing control - as you were a few minutes ago - then you won't be able to keep me out of you! Let me repeat what we agreed earlier. If you ever wear that black negligee for me again, I'll assume you've decided that we can make love, and I'll do everything I can to arouse every sexual passion in you I can before I slide my penis into you."

Jenn looked thoughtful in the dawn light coming in the windows. After a few minutes she spoke. "Okay, I'll go along with that. But I'm still a little confused. I reached the point where I couldn't stop. I didn't even WANT to stop! How were you able to keep from having sex with me? Did I do something wrong? Weren't you as excited as I was?"

"Jenn, it wasn't easy! We both know I've had a lot more experience with sex than you! I knew you would have felt 'used' if I had taken advantage of you that way."

Jenn was quiet for another minute or so. "What would happen if I let another guy get me into the same position? Would he be able to quit?"

"Jenn, you would almost certainly get fucked," I replied. "I don't mind breaking down your inhibitions, and I love introducing you to sexual passion, but I have too much feeling and too much respect for you to take advantage of you like that. And that is a surprise to me, too!"

"You don't call what you did so far taking advantage?" Jenn challenged and she began to punch me gently in the stomach.

"Of course I took advantage of you!" I replied. "But did we do anything that you regret? Besides you took advantage of me in order to finish that exam!"

After a few moments Jenn answered. "My only regret is I've lost my sexual innocence. My relationships with men will never be the same again."

"You were naive before, Jenn. Now you understand much more about your own desires as well as mine, and your relationships with men will be mature, as a woman, not as a girl."

Jenn grinned at me. "You're hoping that I'll put on that black outfit and lie back down like I was before, aren't you?"

I grinned back. "Of course! And if you do, I promise I won't stop! You can watch my penis going in and out of you, not the dildo!"

"Well, your instincts are pretty darned good, Don!" Jenn said. "I'm right in the middle of the month, between periods. If you wanted to get me pregnant, this is probably just about the best day to do it. I think I'll skip unprotected sex today! I'm not ready to become a mother just yet!" We cuddled and kissed for several minutes.

We finally got up from the sweat-drenched, sticky sheets, and explored our mutual passions by taking a long, gentle shower. Then we dried off and prepared breakfast. As we sat together, each enjoying the relaxed nudity of the other, Jenn asked, "So what am I supposed to do when I get really horny? That's probably going to happen a lot from now on."

I pointed to the dildo, still covered with her slime, lying on the floor. "Pretend that's me!" 

Jenn grabbed my dork, "Why couldn't I pretend it was someone else?" she asked and she named a couple of movie stars.

"Jenn, your fantasies are your own business!" I said. "But that dildo still looks like my dork, regardless of who your fantasy lover is!" Jenn laughed and we kissed again.

We tossed the sheets, our towels, her negligee, and most of our other clothes into the washing machine, and turned it on. I picked Jenn up, placed her on its vibrating top, and then stood against her with my penis pressing against her pubic hair. She slid forward until the head of my penis was against her pussy, and then we kissed while the vibrations of the washing machine got us both turned on. 

"It's incredible how much I want to have you inside me when I get this stirred up!" Jenn exclaimed. 

"Just pretend I'm really inside you and let yourself go! I'll hold my penis against your love button."

I positioned the head of my penis directly against her clitoris and Jenn closed her eyes. I kissed her and fondled her breasts until she had another screaming orgasm. As she calmed down, she remarked, "I came to this cabin without knowing what an orgasm really was. Now I'm getting them doing the laundry!"

We both laughed, and I pulled her down, and we kissed and cuddled until the washing finished.

It was only about nine in the morning, and we figured we could dry things for several hours, so we hung everything on the line outside. Then we walked around the little clearing and took in the view. I turned to look at Jenn, and marveled at her beautiful face and hair, her perky breasts, and her blond pubic thatch. She turned, smiled, and kissed and hugged me. We clung together and stood there for quite a while. Our touching got us both more and more excited.

"Wait here!" Jenn said. She got the blanket we'd used for sunbathing from the car and spread it out on some soft ground in the shade under some trees. She motioned for me to join her.

"I really want to make love with you, but I'm afraid to today!" She said. "I want us to climax together here, under these trees. You told me about sixty-nine when we took the purity test. Can we do that here?"

We could and we did. I lay on my back and Jenn knelt over my head. She leaned down and began to kiss and lick my penis, and I started kissing and licking her labia. I had to stop her several times because she got me too close, but after a half- hour or so, I knew that she was right on the edge. With the help of a couple of fingers, I got her to explode. The sight of her pulsing vagina set me off, and I blasted cum into her mouth.

Jenn clamped her thighs so hard around my head that at first I couldn't hear her screams. But I could see and feel her orgasm against my face. As she licked my penis, I brought her to yet another climax. This one I heard as her screams echoed across the valley.

As Jenn began to calm down, she clambered around and lay atop me, our mouths together and my limp penis against her crotch. She giggled as we shared the mixed sexual juices from our bodies. She rolled part-way off me, and she caressed my genitals with one hand as we kissed. I slid one hand down and stroked her fuzzy, wet pussy. We didn't talk, but Jenn made little noises, deep in her throat. We lay together for at least an hour, completely engrossed in each other and in our feelings.

Finally we returned to the cabin, took a final erotic shower, ate an easy lunch of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and began packing up. We remained naked. We had to clean some cum and cunt juice from the plastic mattress cover, and we also found several spots where stuff had dripped out of Jenn onto the floor. We cleaned the dildo together, and put it on the counter to dry. I turned off the propane, then went outside and turned of the power. Finally I drained the pump and plumbing per the instructions I had received. Everything was dry, and we packed everything into our various bags.

SUNDAY: THE RIDE BACK TO CAMPUS

"How should we dress going home?" I asked her.

Jenn spread her legs, leaned back against the porch railing, and spread her pussy lips apart with her fingers. "How about the negligee?" she asked in a deep voice. I knew she was kidding, but I was glad she was thinking about it!

"That's your fuck-me outfit, and I don't want to do you for the first time in a VW Bug!" I said, and Jenn laughed.

I told Jenn that I had an idea, so I told her to wait a moment. I went into the cabin, got out the lubricating jelly, and greased up the dildo. Then I went back onto the porch and gently pushed it all the way into her. I told her she could wear it all the way home. She grinned. She put on a pair of black panties and her short-shorts, and the combination was tight enough in the crotch that she could move around without the dildo falling out. However, It did make a rather masculine bulge in the crotch of her shorts! 

I pulled on my shorts, skipping undershorts, and Jenn pulled on a T-shirt that was so faded it was nearly transparent. I reached down and pushed on her crotch and felt the dildo move in and out a little, causing her to start breathing loudly through her nose. I could even see through her shirt that her areolae were getting darker! This was going to be a fun ride home!

We finished packing everything into the VW, emptied the refrigerator, and left it unplugged with the door open. Once everything was in the car, I locked the cabin; We strapped ourselves in, and we headed back toward campus. As the Bug bounced along the roads leading back to the paved roads, Jenn had trouble getting comfortable in the seat. But once we hit pavement, Jenn managed to slide forward on the seat so that the vibrations from the car went right into the dildo's balls. I helped out by rubbing her crotch, causing the tickler to rub against her clitoris. I also bared her breasts and rubbed her nipples.

Before we had gone ten miles, Jenn began her moaning and grunting, and almost immediately she grabbed her breasts with one hand, pushed against the dildo with the other. She rocked her hips forward and back and side-to-side and yelled over and over. Even with the windows down it was deafening in that small space. Jenn had become a real screamer!

As soon as she calmed down, Jenn reached over, undid my belt, unzipped my fly, pulled my shorts halfway down my thighs, and took hold of my penis. Even though her head was wedged between the steering wheel and my chest, she managed to rub, kiss, and suck me until I almost ran off the road as I yelled with my own climax. As my penis deflated, she licked and sucked it, finally letting it flop between my legs. Even though she had swallowed most of my cum, I could taste it on her tongue. I almost put the car into the ditch a second time! Two days before I had pressured her into riding nude, and today she was giving me a blowjob while I drove!

Jenn rearranged herself on the seat so that she could again take advantage of the irregular vibration of the car through the dildo. About 15 minutes later, while we were driving on a four-lane highway, Jenn began to grunt again. Abruptly she rose out of her seat, undid her shorts, and pulled them and her panties completely off. Then she sat back down on the front of the seat, and moved the dildo in and out of her pussy. She went faster and faster with her head back, her eyes closed, and her mouth open. I pulled her T-shirt up and over her head, leaving her completely nude. She began to rub her breasts with one hand.

My pants were still down and my dork was again sticking straight up and banging against the steering wheel. Every few seconds Jenn would pull the dildo so far out that it made that familiar, wet, sucking sound, and then she would ram it back in again. Finally she had it moving much faster than I could ever have done with my penis and so fast I thought she would hurt herself. This time her screams began slowly, then got louder and louder, and finally subsided. I could see her abdomen rippling with the orgasm, and as it finished, she slumped in her seat, one hand still holding the dildo inside her. Her legs were spread wide apart, and the smell of excited pussy was overwhelming! I had unleashed a sexual monster!

Jenn just lay back, contented grunts coming from her throat, with her eyes closed and a just-fucked look on her face. She stayed that way until an air horn on a truck that I was passing broke the spell. The trucker gave me a big grin, and tried to lean out of his window to see the naked Jenn better! She surprised me by flashing her breasts at him, and, and the trucker responded with another couple of blasts form his air horn. We got past him, and he tried to catch up to us, but after a couple of hills, we left him behind.

Jenn decided she needed to cover herself again. So she put her T-shirt and shorts back on, and she hung her soaked panties over the gear shift lever. Then she arranged herself so that the seat's vibration would travel up the dildo again, closed her eyes, and dozed with a sleepy smile on her face. Her rest soon ended. With each bump, Jenn began to moan. I could see through her shirt that her nipples were hard as she moaned, "Ah! Ah! Ah!" over and over.

Within a couple of minutes, Jenn was grunting and groaning, "Unh! Oh! Uh!" with each movement of the Bug. She leaned her head back and cried, "Oh! God! That feels so good! Unh! AAAH! OOOH!" She began to rub her breasts with one hand, and with the other she pressed the tickler against her clitoris. I could hear her cries getting louder and louder until she finally screamed, "AAAAAAAAAH!" Her body jerked in the seat and her legs trembled as she squeezed them together.




A Bargain Ch. 02



Jenn stopped rubbing herself, but she never really came all the way back down. Almost immediately she began to grunt loudly, and a few minutes later again began to rub her breasts and press the tickler against her love button. Less than ten minutes after her last orgasm, she climaxed again, longer and louder than before.

Whether it was one continuous orgasm or a series of them was difficult to determine, but Jenn's high points got more and more intense as we drove. Soon she was pounding her feet against the floor, and shortly thereafter she was jerking her legs around. After about an hour she began to rise out of the seat as she screamed, trembling all over.

Jenn did this every ten or fifteen minutes I drove. I got used to her frequent loud cries of passion, and the scent of her arousal kept me stiff. I was fascinated by her pattern of orgasms, and I kept the speed down to enjoy them. I also drove near the shoulder to increase the vibrations through the wheels. After the first hour, she never really stopped moaning, and her body trembled and twitched almost continuously. Only when her screams got really loud could I be certain she had really climaxed. Most of the time her eyes were closed, and the only sounds coming out of her mouth were sounds of extreme pleasure. She was in continuous sexual stimulation, and probably in darned near continuous orgasm.

During Jenn's most intense climaxes, I could see her whole upper-body turning dark under her shirt. Her areolae and nipples turned a deep purple and looked like they were going to explode. Her head was thrown back against the headrest. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was wide open and the look on her face could have been mistaken for agony. Her hips bounced off the seat and her abdominal muscles rippled as she screamed, again and again.

After slightly more than three hours of driving, we were about a half-hour from the campus. I drove into a scenic rest area that had bathrooms and parked. With the engine off, Jenn gradually stopped moaning. Her body stopped twitching, and she opened her eyes and looked at me. Her smile was beyond passion! She leaned over, took hold of my bare penis, and kissed me. The way she moaned I thought she was going to climax again.

We both had to go to the bathroom, and Jenn decided that she needed to change her shorts and put on a bra. As she twisted around to reach into the back seat for her other clothes, I told her we had to clean my car, too. I pointed between her legs. There was an incredible wet mess on the front of her seat! I reached over and pushed through the crotch of her shorts against the dildo, and it made a squishing sound. Jenn moaned with pleasure.

Jenn reluctantly decided she needed to take the dildo out, too. She dropped her shorts and removed the dildo with a magnificent, sucking smack. Her pubic hair was soaked and matted. She asked me to hold the dildo while she pulled her shorts back up, and so I started licking it like an ice cream cone. At first she looked at me like I was a degenerate, but as I smeared her juice around my lips and it began to run down my chin, she had to laugh. She said it was really disgusting, and I challenged her to try it. After a disapproving look at me, she did exactly that, and in a few seconds both our mouths were dripping with her pussy juice. We giggled and enjoyed a long kiss, punctuated with the true flavor of pure, raw, female passion.

Jenn waited until the women's bathroom was empty and then walked in carrying her bag of fresh clothes. Her legs were weak and her steps were unsteady. She actually staggered as if she were drunk. I took the dildo into the men's room and finished cleaning it off. Then I took a leak, wrapped the dildo in some wet paper towels, and carried it back to the car.

I used the wet towels to scrub the pussy-juice mess off the passenger seat, and finally I used dry paper towels to finish the job. I also removed her panties from the shift lever and dried it off. Jenn got back just as I was finishing, and she packed the dildo in one of her bags while I threw the paper towels away. She had changed her shirt and she clearly had a bra on, but I teasingly asked her if she had panties on. 

In response she lowered her shorts and white panties, showing me the wad of toilet paper she had wedged between her thighs. "I sat on the toilet and I just kept dripping! If I don't soak this up, I'll make a stain on these shorts, too!" Then she handed me the shorts she had been wearing. The entire crotch area was soaked through. I sniffed them. They were really juiced up! And the car again smelled like pussy!

Jenn packed everything away, belted herself in, slid her hand up my bare leg and tweaked my penis through my shorts, and said it was time to get back. While we completed our drive, we didn't speak, but every time I glanced over at her, she smiled. The look on her face clearly showed that she had spent the afternoon enjoying sex, albeit from a dildo.

I found a place near the dorm where I could drop her off, and she took just one small bag of stuff. I insisted she take the dildo and negligee in it, so it took a moment for her to repack her things. I agreed to take care of everything else, and we decided we would get together later to get her stuff back to her. She leaned over to kiss me, and she still tasted of pussy. She grinned and hopped out of the car. As she walked off, she waggled her hips at me. What a view!

SUNDAY EVENING BACK AT THE DORM

I made two trips and hauled everything up to my room. With final exams over, there was a two-week break until summer school began, and most people, including my roommate, had gone home to visit their parents. Jenn's roommate, Dianne, was involved in a research project that required her to make daily checks on the equipment, so she was one of the people remaining, and that's why I didn't just take Jenn's stuff to her. 

I spread everything out on the floor of my room, then filled a laundry bag and took it to the laundry room in the basement. I put all of our stuff into a machine, and got it going. There was an incredible scent of female crotch in the air after I unpacked Jenn's stuff! Dianne suddenly walked into the room, sniffed, and she commented on the smell. Then she leaned close to me, stared at my mouth, and said, "Judging from the smell and the slop on your face, you've been eating pussy!" What could I say? Dianne laughed and left.

Dianne was out of the laundry room when the washer finished, and I put everything into a dryer. She returned to start her own drying, and leaned against a table and waited. I heard her chuckle. She was obviously amused as she looked at the spinning clothes in the dryer. I leaned against the table next to her, and glanced at my dryer. Every few seconds Jenn's white panties would stick to the window before whirling away. "The last time I saw those, they were on Jenn's ass!" she remarked and winked at me. When my dryer stopped, Dianne offered to help me fold everything, and I told her I was in a hurry and pulled everything into the laundry bag. I could hear her laughing as I raced out.

I got back to my room and separated Jenn's and my stuff into piles. While I was trying to decide what I should tell Jenn about my encounter with Dianne in the laundry room, my phone rang, and it was Dianne. "Since the cafeteria doesn't serve on Sunday nights, how about you, Jenn, and I go out for a pizza? Say downstairs in ten minutes?" She asked. I agreed.

I met the two women in on the first floor, and we walked to my car. As Dianne crawled into the back seat, she sniffed, then laughed and asked, "What have you been doing in here?"

I helped Jenn into the passenger seat and her face immediately turned crimson. As I got in, I realized why. In the closed-up car, the heat had brought out an intense aroma of Jenn's pussy juice, probably from some place we hadn't cleaned. Jenn's face remained red and she wouldn't look at me. Dianne continued to giggle.

Dianne sat across from Jenn and me at the pizza place, and after we had placed our order, she said, "Cut it out you two!"

"W-What?" we asked in unison.

"Every time you look at each other I expect to see you start ripping each other's clothes off!"

Jenn and I stammered some nonsense, but Dianne interrupted. "Look, you two. I watched Jenn sneak little bags of stuff out of our room. Then she told me she was going away for a couple of days, and I called you to see if you knew where she had gone. Your roommate told me you were also gone. Then you both came back at the same time. When Jenn came into our room, she put a little bag in the closet, then undressed and went to take a shower. I could smell pussy in the air, so I went over and sniffed her shorts and panties. Wow! They were even damp! Then I took a look in the bag."

Jenn turned really red again and stared down at the table. "I really like that bordello negligee, but what's the plastic penis for? Didn't you get enough of him? And she gestured toward my crotch. Jenn started to protest, but Dianne cut her off. "Jenn, you've got that 'fucked long and well' look that I know intimately because I've been there, and he's got that smug 'stud' look that says he's the reason you're looking that way."

"We did not have intercourse!" Jenn muttered, but Dianne just shook her head.

"I was married for two years to a really good stud," Dianne said. "I often saw Jenn's look on my own face in the mirror after making love over and over again. And my ex-husband had your look, too!" And she turned toward me.

My suspicion that Dianne was older than Jenn was correct. "Jenn's telling the truth, Dianne!" I replied. "We did some pretty exciting things, but we did NOT have intercourse."

Dianne didn't believe us, but we kept assuring her that we had done just about everything else except fuck, and then the pizza came and we stopped talking while we ate. Dianne looked thoughtful, and after we were done and finishing our beers, she said, "So you used the dildo, right?" Jenn nodded and turned crimson again. "Can't you get it up?" she asked me.

At this Jenn laughed. "He seems to be stiff all the time!"

Jenn gestured with one hand for Dianne to look under the table, and with the other hand she began to rub my crotch. Dianne looked under the table. Since I wasn't wearing underpants, the head of my penis quickly came out of the leg of my shorts. Dianne sat back up, leaned her head back, and laughed out loud.

When she could talk again, Dianne said, "Look you two! All you have to do is tell me that you want to use the room and I'll leave for a couple of hours! Or I could stay and watch!"

That made Jenn blush again, and that, in turn, made Dianne laugh. I decided to change the subject, so I asked Dianne, "Where's your husband now?"

"That bastard? I divorced him!"

"Why, if he was such great lover?" I inquired.

"Oh he was a great lover!" She said. "He wanted sex all the time, at least five or six times a week, and it always lasted for several hours. He couldn't get enough, and I stayed hot and ready, and it was wonderful.

"Then one day when he was doing some painting in the dining room, I left work early to go home and get an afternoon fuck. As I came in the back door, I heard grunting and the wet sound of a dork slamming into a twat and a woman yelling in climax, and a few seconds later, I heard the same woman say, 'Do it again, harder!' The grunting and wet slapping sound started again, and I walked into the dining room and found our next-door neighbor's twenty-year-old daughter getting fucked by my husband, doggy style on a furniture pad on the floor."

Jenn wrinkled her brow and looked puzzled as Dianne continued. "When my husband saw me, he just grinned, then continued yanking on the girl's nipples and slamming into her. The girl had her head down and she was pushing back against his prick with every stroke. I watched as my husband and the girl shared a giant, screaming climax and then collapsed together onto the pad. When the girl opened her eyes and saw me standing over her, I demanded to know how long this had been going on. The girl said, 'Since you moved in.' And that's how I found out that my husband had started screwing a neighbor girl two years before - and right under my nose."

Jenn mumbled, "Doggy style?"

Dianne pointed at me and said, "Ask him to show you! I'll be he knows how to do it! I know I really like it!"

Jenn blushed again and wouldn't look at either of us. "Look, I'll pay the check," Dianne insisted. "I hadn't meant to embarrass you two, but I was insulted that Jenn thought she could fool me so easily!"

Jenn and I thanked her. "I still don't really believe you two didn't fuck, but whatever you did was obviously great sex!" As we walked to the car, Dianne told Jenn, "If he can get you this satisfied without putting his magic wand in you, think of how good it's going to be when he does!" This made Jenn giggle, and all the way back to the dorm Jenn kept muttering "Magic wand!" and then we would all laugh.

Dianne insisted that the three of us go to my room to get Jenn's other clothes. When we walked in the first thing we saw were Jenn's panties on top of her shorts and T-shirt on the end of my bed. "I guessed that Don would be doing laundry after I smelled your shorts, Jenn," Dianne said. Then she described the incident in the laundry room - including her comment about eating pussy. Jenn blushed and didn't say anything.

Dianne peeked into the plastic bags I'd left on the floor. "Jenn obviously didn't wear much wherever you two went!" Jenn got even darker red, but she smiled at me. I loved the look in her eyes.

"Okay, I'm sorry I'm heaping all this grief on you two lovebirds!" Dianne said. "Now kiss each other goodnight so that Jenn and I can get back to our room for some serious girl-girl talk!"

As I took Jenn in my arms, she said, "You're still taking me to the airport tomorrow, right? I want to visit my parents for a few days before summer school begins."

"I'm planning on it, Jenn. What time?"

"I forgot to check before we ate. I'll call you in a few minutes after Dianne and I get back to our room"

We shared a long goodnight kiss under Dianne's watchful eye, and then Jenn and Dianne left, carrying all of Jenn's stuff from my room. A few minutes later Jenn called and we agreed to meet for breakfast around 8:30.

I put my own things away and then tried to fall asleep. I was really glad that I hadn't gotten Jenn pregnant, but I still wondered why had I stopped when she asked me to fuck her. What the hell was going on in my head? Hadn't I planned to seduce her? Even if I was falling for her - and that certainly seemed to be a reasonable deduction - why would that prevent my slipping my rod - my magic wand! - into her wet- and-ready pussy? What was it about Jenn that caused me to behave this way? Was it love? Or something else? 

MONDAY: JENN LEAVES FOR TWO WEEKS

At breakfast Jenn and I sat alone and teased each other about the weekend. Jenn's face had lost most of the just-fucked look, but it lighted up when I reminded her of the things we had done. Several times, however, I caught her staring into space, and it was obvious that her thoughts were somewhere else.

"Would you get my suitcase from Dianne around 10:00 - and then pick me up at the Student Health Center?" She asked. "We can go directly to the airport form there."

I agreed, but I was confused. Student Health? Did Jenn have something wrong? She certainly looked great, but maybe all the stuff we had done had caused her to - what? Certainly not get pregnant! Did she catch something from me? So fast? I was too stupid and too afraid to ask.

Promptly at 10:00 I knocked on Jenn's and Dianne's door, and Dianne opened it wearing Jenn's negligee! My jaw must have dropped open as Dianne pulled me into the room. She was about the same height as Jenn, but with bigger breasts, and the nearly transparent material left most of her breasts and nipples bare. Her pubic thatch was thick and hairy, and dark curls were coming out of both sides of the panties. She twisted her torso back and forth, causing her boobs to bounce completely out of the negligee. She spread her legs wide apart, and asked, "Want some, big boy?"

Dianne laughed deep in her throat, bent down, gave me a great look at her swinging breasts, picked up Jenn's suitcase, put it in my hands, then opened the door and shoved me into the hall. Then she said, "Better do something about that before you walk around in public!" And she pointed to my crotch.

I looked down, and my penis had lifted the right leg of my shorts up and was almost visible from above. I put the suitcase down and shoved my prick into a less visible position. When I looked back toward the door, Dianne had removed both the panties and the top. She was standing there, just inside the room, completely nude. She blew me a kiss and slowly closed the door. I could hear her laughing. 

I stared at the closed door for several seconds. The image of Dianne's body was vivid in my mind. Her dark nipples poking out from her full and bouncing breasts, her dark triangle of thick fur between her legs, her full lips open in a smile, the contrast between her woman's hips and her thinner waist, the smooth skin on her shapely legs - I could still see everything. She had gotten me so aroused and so totally focused on her body that I was surprised when I looked down and saw the suitcase at my feet. Jenn!

I grabbed the suitcase and headed for the stairway, not daring to risk meeting anyone in the elevator. I was so turned on that I heard a swishing sound in my ears. I had worn light, loose shorts without any underpants so that Jenn would be able to play with my penis during the drive to the airport, and Dianne had exploited it - not that I really cared! Every step made my shorts rub the head of my penis, and at first my penis stayed completely erect.

After walking down seven flights, I was again presentable, and I walked out to the car, put the suitcase in the back seat, and headed off to the Student Health Center. I stopped in front, and in less than five minutes Jenn came out, gave me a quick kiss, smiled, and buckled herself in. "Would you mind stopping at the drug store on the corner by the gym? I have to get a prescription filled."

"Jenn, is something wrong?" I finally managed to inquire.

"Don't worry, Don!" She replied. "It's just one of those female things!"

When I looked puzzled, she kissed me. "Now don't get all worried, silly!" She said. Then she giggled. I was too dense to figure it out.

I offered to go into the pharmacy with her, but Jenn told me she wanted me to wait in the car. After about twenty minutes, she came out with a big grin on her face, and told me to head for the airport. It was only about a twenty-minute drive, and there wasn't any easy way for us to bare ourselves without people seeing, so we contented ourselves with lots of caresses and touching through our clothes.

Jenn checked her bag, and we both went through security (which was allowed before the 9/ll attack). We sat in a corner by ourselves while we waited for her plane to be called. She told me the time of her return flight, and I promised to be waiting for her. She was chewing on her lower lip, and once again I could tell that her mind was somewhere else. "Can I call you a couple of times at your parents' home? I'll need the number."

Jenn held my face in her hands and looked deeply into my eyes. "No, Don!" She said. "I don't want you to call me. I have your number if I need to call you. But I probably won't"

All I saw was love in her eyes. "Why, Jenn? I though . . . I want . . . Could we . . . Don't you want . . ."

"To make us an official couple? Almost engaged?" Jenn asked, and I nodded. "That's the problem, Don! I NEED to be away from you! Completely away from you! So that I can figure that out!"




A Bargain Ch. 02



"Jenn, don't you know how I feel? I'm . . . I'm falling in love with you! What do you want from me?"

Jenn signed. "Don, I'm going to see my old boyfriend. From highschool. The one I had sex with after the prom. I still have feelings for him. He's back there and wants to take me out. I may have sex with him again while I'm home."

"Jenn, don't you feel . . . something for me, too? I know you're turned on. Right now! Well, so am I!"

"Don, I just want things to be clear. And honest. I don't know where you and I are going, but until I get back, don't sit around waiting for me. If I'm this excited with my old boyfriend, I'm going to have sex with him. I'm not going to ask you to be faithful to me since I can't promise to be faithful to you. At least until I figure myself out."

I must have looked both hurt and puzzled. Jenn smiled at me. "Look, Don! I need to know if what I feel is you. Or me. Or the two of us together. I need time to figure that out. If you're even talking to me, I won't be able to do that! My sex volume- control is stuck in the high position when you're around! Right now my nipples are hard, I can feel myself getting wet, and my love-button - as you called it! - is pressing hard against my panties! I'm almost ready to climax!"

I pulled Jenn closer and gently kissed her lips. "Do you think being out-of- contact for a couple of weeks will help you to figure it out, Jenn? Will having sex with . . . him . . . help?"

She nodded her head. "I need to come down from this sexual high! Being home should do that, and then I'll be able to think. Right now all I can think about is how your body felt when we were together, naked, kissing. Oh shit!" I saw Jenn's pupils get wide, and then her whole body trembled in my arms. She arched her head back and stifled a groan.

I looked around, but nobody seemed to be paying attention to us. "What are you going to do if you get this horny at home? Run to your old boyfriend? What if he isn't right for you?"

Jenn sort of shook herself and smiled. "I've always got Donnie!" She said.

"Donnie?"

She laughed. "That's what I named the dildo you gave me!"

"Jenn, I feel so stupid! I didn't have sex with you because I care so much about you. But you're going home to have sex with your highschool sweetheart? Does this make sense?"

"I'm not sure, Don. I thought I was in love with him back then, and I still have feelings for him. And as for you. I just don't . . . I can't sort everything out! But even if I do have sex with him, he'll still be the only man who's . . . had me. When I get back, we'll see. But don't count on me, okay? I may not be able to become part of your life. Not if everything clicks with him."

"Okay, Jenn. But we can kiss each other goodbye." Jenn stood up and we wrapped ourselves around each other. She was pressing her pussy against my left thigh, and I could feel the heat coming from her. After a couple of minutes she began to moan into my mouth, and I could feel her sliding herself up and down my thigh.

We heard her flight called, and Jenn pulled away from me. "Whew! Just in time! I was about ready to undress you!" She said. "Now look, Don! I'm not promising anything except that I'm probably going to have sex with someone else! Don't be a dufuss and count on me coming back all lovey-dovey and ready to be your woman. I don't know what I'll decide. Or what I'll be feeling. I don't know what's going on inside my head or my body. So put me out of your mind until I get back here. Then we'll decide, okay? And if you want to have sex with someone else, do it! I'm making no promises. Agreed?"

I nodded. The image of Dianne standing naked in the doorway flashed unbidden into my head. I wrapped my arms around Jenn and concentrated on how her body felt against me. Dianne's image disappeared as abruptly as it had arrived.

Jenn and I kissed a final time, and I watched Jenn as she got in line to board. I found that I could think about how her naked body looked and felt, and each time Jenn looked back at me she smiled as if she could feel my thoughts. She was finally out of my sight, and I sat down to conceal my erection. It was ten minutes or so after her plane took off that I was finally soft enough to walk out of the airport.

I headed back to the dorm, feeling lonely, rejected, and more than a little horny. My horniness was in large part due to my feelings for Jenn. I hadn't felt so fixated on another person since my first, teenage love. But those same feelings had kept me from fucking her, and I didn't understand why! Now she was probably going to fuck her old boyfriend, and it made me feel . . . well, lonely, rejected - and angry.

I hadn't been faithful to any woman I dated since my first lover when I was nineteen. Now I wondered if it was natural for anyone to be faithful. But damn it! I wanted Jenn to be faithful to me! And, after not fucking her when I could have, I knew I could be faithful to her. But she told me she was going home prepared to fuck her old boyfriend. It wasn't really cheating, but it felt like it.

I really didn't understand. I had stoked the furnace, and now that it was burning hot, another guy got to enjoy the heat! Damn, that hurt! But she was being honest, and it could hardly be called cheating since we didn't have any vow or pledge to uphold. So why was I so upset?

Suppose Jenn let her old lover fuck her, but then she decided that she wanted me. Would I still feel the same when she came back? My emotions twisted and jerked around as I thought this over. I realized I'd probably forgive her, but only this one time because we weren't officially committed to each other. The thought of another guy with his dick in her pussy hurt so much that I knew I could never forgive her if she did it after promising to be faithful to me. She wasn't ready to make that commitment, but I thought that I was. I always thought that was a problem guys had, not girls.

Part of me still had serious doubts. I had a terrible feeling that I had acted stupidly. Why hadn't I told her that we had no future together if she fucked her old flame? How could a man in love not demand his woman be faithful? Was I in love with her? Shit! What kind of pussy-whipped wimp was I? I'd passed up a chance to make love to Jenn, and this is the way she treated me? Shit! Was Jenn "the one?" Well, I wasn't going to find out until she got back. In the meantime she had made it crystal clear that she wasn't planning to be faithful to me, and that I shouldn't feel any obligation to be faithful to her. I vowed that I wouldn't turn down any opportunity to dip my wick while she was away. Hell, I owed it to myself to go trolling for a hot piece of ass, didn't I? I headed to the cafeteria and ate lunch alone since I didn't see anyone I knew. I wondered what was really going on Jenn's mind. In the two years I'd known her, we'd had lots of good conversations, but I'd never known her to be so indecisive. Or so confused. Well, there was nothing I could do until she got back. I was still horny, and I mentally checked-off several women as possible future conquests. My heart really wasn't in it. I kept thinking about Jenn, and going to all the trouble to meet and seduce someone while she was gone just didn't seem to be worth it.

After lunch I walked over to the library to do some research, and I finished just after 6:00. I headed straight to the nearly-deserted cafeteria, and ate with a group of girls, all of whom I knew, one of whom I'd dated, and we all enjoyed flirting. I tried to pick up one of them, but they all had plans so I headed back to my room alone. The prospect of a date had aggravated my state of arousal, and I was thinking about beating off to relieve the sexual tension.

Rather than ride the elevator, I ran up the stairs for exercise. As I climbed, I thought about Jenn. She would be back in a couple of weeks, and then what? Did her departure today announce the end of our passionate relationship? Was she feeling guilty about cheating on the exam or about what we had done - or both? Would we start to have a real romance? Or were the previous couple of days just one of those special interludes two people sometimes share? 

It was too early to tell. But I knew that I was really horny, and if one of the girls at dinner had been willing, I convinced myself I would have been in bed with her right now. Talking with them had given me a new approach. I already knew quite a few women, so rather than try to pick someone up and talk her into bed, perhaps I could concentrate on those I already knew. There wasn't much happening until summer school started, so maybe one of them would be interested in fucking me.

Once again I remembered Dianne and how her naked body had looked when I picked up Jenn's suitcase, and I felt myself getting hard. Clearly Jenn wasn't the only woman on my mind! And Dianne was still in town! But could I fuck Jenn's best friend and roommate? As I climbed the stairs, I realized I was horny, frustrated, and lonely enough that I could fuck any woman who would let me. That certainly included Dianne. Damn Jenn and her old boyfriend anyway!

This story continues in "A Bargain Ch.3: Swap - Roommate offers sexual relief. "



A Bargain Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Swap 

MONDAY EVENING AFTER JENN LEFT Talk about clairvoyance! When I got back to my room, there was a note on my door from Dianne asking me to call her. The note said she had to check her research, but that she would be back by dinner time. She asked if I could stop by her (and Jenn's) room around 9:00. Somehow I had missed her at dinner, but I called her number and caught her just as she was leaving her room to go take a shower. I agreed to meet her at her room later as she had asked. 

I took my own shower, and I barely refrained from beating off. I had seen Dianne nude earlier in the day, and the thought of her luscious body covered with hot, soapy water made my pecker get stiff - and stay that way. 

Then I came down to earth. Jenn and Dianne were best friends and lived together. There's no way I could have sex with Dianne without Jenn finding out, and that would hurt her. Even though my relationship with Jenn was uncertain, I knew I didn't want to cause her needless pain. She was probably going to fuck someone who was a stranger to me, but that wouldn't be the same as Dianne doing it with me. Besides, Dianne wouldn't want to hurt Jenn, either. So Dianne was off-limits, sexually speaking, but I could still talk to her. I even kidded myself that I might get to see her naked again.

I knocked on Dianne's door right on time. She was fully dressed, so my silly hope of seeing her naked was immediately dashed. She giggled at my obvious disappointment - as if she could read my mind. Then she told me to sit down on her bed. She turned off all of the lights except one on her desk, leaving the room in shadows. Dianne sat down beside me. Her thigh felt warm against mine. I had no idea what she wanted to talk about, but she surprised me with her direct and candid approach. "I've got a problem I think you can help me with. Bur first I want to know a couple of things. What did Jenn say about her trip home? And about the two of you?"

As embarrassed and humiliated as I knew I would feel talking about these subjects, I decided to tell Dianne the truth. I hoped Dianne knew Jenn well enough to give me good advice. "She said she needed to be away from me so that she could figure out what was really going on between us. She said she would probably even have sex with her old boyfriend as part of . . . figuring everything out. Is that what she told you?"

Dianne nodded. "I wondered if she would tell you about him. She didn't know how you would take it, and she didn't want to lose you. We talked about it for a couple of hours last night."

"So what the hell's her problem, Dianne? We were getting . . . really close. Then she springs this . . . this . . . fucking with her old boyfriend on me!"

"Apparently in two days you switched her sex drive from Off to High! Now she's trying to figure out how to adjust to being aroused whenever you're around. Even if you didn't fuck her - and I'm still not convinced that you didn't - you sure fucked up her neat, little world! As you said, she's even thinking about fucking her asshole highschool boyfriend. Well, he WAS her first."

"You sure know a lot about my personal problems. And Jenn's. So what should I do about it? Do you have any advice? Or are you just nosy?"

"I'll get to that. Jenn also told me that she was going to tell you that you could have sex with other women, too. At least until she came back. That's right, isn't it? Did she tell you that?"

I stared at Dianne. She certainly knew damned near everything about my relationship with Jenn. Don't women keep any of their personal problems secret? "So what? Isn't that something for Jenn and me to work out?"

"Of course it is. But you can't do anything about your relationship with her until she gets back, can you?"

"Not really. But that's my problem, not yours? Look, Dianne. I really don't like having you know so much about Jenn and me, but I can't change that. But this is starting to piss me off. What's the point of talking about this? As you said, I can't do anything about it. I don't like it, but that's the way it is."

"I didn't mean to offend you, Don. But she told me that you and she weren't an item - not yet, at least. I know she really likes you. Probably a lot more than that. And I really don't want to get between you and Jenn." 

"How are you going to get between Jenn and me? Do you know something about her boyfriend? Or what's really on her mind?"

"I really don't know what's going on in her pretty little head. But now can we get back to my problem? That's why I asked you to come up here."

Dianne was really starting to get me angry. She didn't answer my question, and I didn't like anyone knowing that the girl I thought I loved was probably going to fuck another guy. In fact, thinking about Jenn fucking somebody else completely clouded my thinking. It's the only explanation I've been able to figure out for my having so little insight into what Dianne was really proposing.

"My ex was a real bastard, but he was an incredible stud in bed. Practically overnight I went from near-virginity to perpetual sex. Now I sometimes get so turned on that masturbation doesn't even take the edge off. Sometimes I just plain need a good, hard, long fuck," she said in the same mater-of-fact tone people say, "I need to get gas for my car." . I was still dense. "So, why are you telling me all this, Dianne?"

Dianne scowled at me. "My problem is finding a guy who will take care of my needs. I don't want a romantic relationship with another man, but sometimes I just need to have real sex. I want to feel a man's hard penis spitting his seed inside me. But it has to be without any permanent commitment. No romance. Just raw, hot, sex."

Dianne smiled at the look on my face. "Haven't you ever wangled a girl into your bed, then fucked her a couple of times before you dumped her? Just for the physical release? No emotional bond? Plain old recreational sex? Cures the blahs? Scratches the itch?"

I nodded. "Most of the time it's been just a one-time thing. But sometimes I've gotten hurt, and sometimes the girl has. It's not all that easy for me to fuck somebody I don't care about. Not anymore. Not since I started to grow up, at least. And it's hard for me not to care about somebody I've slept with."

Dianne smiled again, and she handed me a sheet of paper. "Read this!" 

I unfolded the paper and looked it over. It was a certification from the Student Health Center that Dianne was not infected with any sexually-transmitted diseases. It was dated about ten days earlier. I handed the paper back to Dianne. "Okay, so what's this for, Dianne?"

"I haven't had sex for more than a month, and I'm getting irritable. So sometime back I made an appointment to be checked, and here's the result. I'm clean."

After several seconds I asked, "So what do you have in mind, Dianne? Do you want me to locate another stud for you?"

Dianne looked amused. She placed her left hand on my right thigh. I felt the heat radiating from her fingers. "You really are dense, Don! I've already found the ideal man. His girlfriend's gone for two weeks, probably fucking somebody else, and she's told him to enjoy himself with other women."

"ME? Dianne, this is NUTS!" I tried to stand up, but Dianne's hand on my thigh held me firmly against her bed. "I want to fuck you while Jenn's away. As long as you aren't committed to her or to someone else. I just proved to you that I don't have any dread diseases. I'd really like to find out what you did to get Jenn so eager to have sex!" 

"This is crazy, Dianne! You're Jenn's roommate and best friend! I admit I'm really attracted to you, and your body turns me on, but how could I . . . "

"Let me repeat! I don't want anything permanent. And unless you tell me differently, I'm not poaching on Jenn's territory, am I? At least not until she gets back?"

"Dianne, it's too much like cheating! Almost like incest! You're close friends!" 

"She told you to go ahead and have sex if you wanted to, didn't she?"

"Y-y-yes, she did. But I don't think she'd forgive either you or me if we did it."

"So we'll make sure she doesn't ever find out! The dorm is only a quarter full for the next couple of weeks. Most people are gone, so we can be careful. Jenn won't ever find out. We both could use some uncomplicated, physical sex. So why the fuck not?"

I was caught off-guard, but I asked what I thought was the right question. It seemed to be on my mind a lot lately. "What if you get pregnant?" 

"Hell, that's no problem!" she declared. "I'm on the pill, and if I get pregnant I'll get an abortion. The last thing I need right now is a kid." Dianne stared at me for a few seconds, then grinned. "You were afraid of getting Jenn pregnant? Is that the reason you didn't actually fuck her - or so you claim?"

My head was spinning, and I was glad to change the subject, even if it was incredibly personal. "Yes, that's part of it. I'm still surprised we didn't do it. We did almost everything else."

Dianne laughed. "I think I'm finally starting to think you and Jenn haven't had sex yet. But you must have done some other really sexy things. How many orgasms did Jenn have? I mean, her face REALLY had that just-fucked glow!" 

This time I smiled. "A lot. I didn't really count them. I just tried to keep Jenn constantly aroused for the two days we were at . . . away."

Dianne stared at me for a moment, then said. "I won't ask what you were doing to her! I'd rather have you show me! But Jenn must have been begging for it after all that. How did you keep from doing it?"

"It wasn't easy, and I don't think I could do it again!"

Dianne appraised me carefully. "You know I'm clean. How about you?"

"I can't believe we're talking about this! Like it's even possible!"

"But it IS possible. Well?" Dianne began moving her hand slowly up and down the top of my thigh. I was already erect, and her touch was causing me to seriously consider her offer.

"I've used condoms since my last medical. Well, I did some pretty intimate stuff with Jenn, but I doubt I caught anything from her!"

Dianne laughed. "Jenn's practically a nun! As in N-O-N-E! Unless you got her knocked up, sex with her would be pretty safe!"

Rather than continue to protest that I hadn't fucked Jenn, I just stared at Dianne. "You're serious, aren't you? You think the two of us could get away with it. And Jenn would never know."

Looking back on this moment, I still cannot decide why I didn't just walk away. I should have. Perhaps when something is prohibited it generates the appeal that spawns incest and that lures people to have affairs with their best friends' spouses. Perhaps it was the anger and jealousy I felt because Jenn was planning to fuck somebody else. Perhaps it was the lust I felt for Dianne. Most likely it was all of these - and more. I can't remember everything that raced through my brain as I sat motionless on the bed. 

Dianne had been looking into my eyes, and she knew she had won. She laughed with a thick sound that was somewhere between demonic and joyous. She moved her hand from my thigh to the back of my neck, and with her right hand she started slowly rubbing my knob through my clothes. As she turned toward me I could feel her breasts as they rubbed against my arm. Her face was close to mine and she pulled my head toward hers. We kissed, and in the sexually-charged room it was immediately passionate. 

Dianne continued stroking my penis through my shorts. I wasn't used to being passive, and I turned so that I could fondle her breasts through her top. She made a triumphant sound somewhere between a laugh and a groan as she sucked on my tongue. "Make love to me, Don. We both need it." 

She stood up, pulled me to my feet, and pulled down the sheet and blanket. It was getting dark outside, but I could see the sheets were fresh and clean, obviously freshly washed. She tossed two small towels onto the bed. 

I made my final, feeble attempt to resist. "You know I want to, Dianne. But even though Jenn gave me the green light, I don't think that you and I should . . . "

"I'm not going to try to steal you from Jenn." Diane said in a thick, throaty voice. "But we both need to fuck so I'm going to borrow you for a few days. Just until Jenn gets back. No longer than that. No emotional bonds. Just plain, raw, physical sex. Completely uninhibited fucking. Anything and everything. Pure lust." 

Dianne removed her shoes and placed them carefully against the wall. She unzipped her skirt, pulled it down, stepped out of it, and hung it over her desk lamp, shading the light and making the room darker. She was wearing red bikini panties and was not wearing hose. I could see a few stray, dark pubic hairs peeking out.

Dianne watched my reactions to every move she made. My emotional ties to Jenn were not strong enough to resist Dianne, and she knew it. Very deliberately she unbuttoned her blouse. She slowly removed it, and she hung it over her chair. She was wearing a low-cut, bright-red bra that barely contained her breasts and exposed portions of both areolae. She reached up and undid her chestnut-brown hair, allowing it to fall halfway down her back. Then she slowly turned around, allowing me to see all of her body.

Barely covered, her body was even sexier than it had been nude. Jenn had been absolutely clear that it was okay for me to get laid, and Dianne knew it. I didn't have a chance. "That's why you flashed me! You knew that Jenn was going to tell me to get laid while she was away, and you wanted me to be thinking about you!"

Dianne gave me a terrific smile. "And it worked, didn't it? I could see your magic wand poking out as soon as you walked in. So, are you upset about it? Are you going to just leave me like this? Can you just walk out of the room?"

I slowly shook my head. "No, I really want to fuck you. I can't possibly leave now, even if I have to practically rape you." 

"Let me undress you and then you can finish undressing me." Dianne said in a soft, deep voice. She moved against me and I wrapped my arms around her, but she slid herself down me, stooped down, then removed my sandals one by one. She stood up and slowly pulled my shirt up and over my head. I stared at her erect nipples that were pressing against her bra so that they were clearly visible from above. She unfastened my belt, unzipped me with agonizing deliberation, then knelt down and slid my shorts and underpants slowly down my legs.

My erection sprang free and pointed up at an angle. As I stepped out of my shorts, Dianne stayed on her knees, and she reached up, took hold of my shaft, and gently began to kiss and suck on the crown. Then she slowly stood up, ran her tongue around her lips, and said, "I've had a quick taste and I like it! Now finish getting me undressed and fuck my brains out!"

Dianne's bra fastened in the front, so I undid it and bent down. I used my tongue to push the cups aside, and I sucked on each nipple as I exposed it. They were already firm, but my sucking caused them to turn darker and to stick straight out. They were the longest I had ever seen! As I rolled my lips and tongue around them, I could feel them getting harder and harder. Dianne began to grunt, deep in her chest. I reached up and cupped each breast in one of my hands, and they were a nice handful! C-Cup, perhaps larger! Dianne wiggled her shoulders and flexed her arms, and her bra fell off down her back.

I kissed her, and her tongue immediately pushed into my mouth. Her breasts crushed against my chest, and her nipples felt hot against me. Her grunting was getting louder and faster. I moved my hands down to her waist, then back to her breasts, then back down, then back up. Finally I was caressing her hips and ass cheeks through her panties. I slid my fingers down the front of her panties between us, and rubbed gently against her pubic hair. I felt dampness, and Dianne's grunts became more like loud, throaty gasps.

I squatted on my heels and pushed her panties slowly down over her hips. I leaned in to smell them. They were soaked, and they fell heavily to the floor as soon as I pulled them halfway down her thighs. Dianne stepped out of them, grabbed me, and pulled us both back toward her bed. I pushed her onto her back. I gently pulled her hair out from under her back and spread it across her pillow. Dianne put her arms over her head and spread her legs wide apart. She was pure woman, presenting herself to a man in order to mate. Her breathing was fast and loud.

I had managed to control myself when Jenn had opened herself this way, but there was no possible way for me to resist Dianne. She was rocking her hips forward and back, drawing me ever closer to her glistening, slightly open vagina. She had done this before, and she knew precisely how to move her body. 

I climbed onto the bed between Dianne's legs, and, using the backs of my fingernails, I began to gently run my fingers down the insides of her legs. As I got closer and closer to her pussy, she began to grunt again. I rubbed her pussy lips with my thumbs, and wet as she was, she soon became even more slippery. I gently opened her outer lips and began rubbing a couple of fingers slowly up and down her slit. Her grunts changed to cries of "Oh! Oh!" 

I moved my hands to Dianne's breasts, and I smeared pussy juice on her nipples and rubbed them for several minutes until they dried. She made little mewing sounds like a kitten. Then I leaned down and kissed her mouth, with my prick bumping into her navel. She pushed my penis down to her crotch and told me to put it in. Instead I kissed her breasts, and worked my mouth down almost to her pussy, then back up again.

I moved a little way down the bed so that my prick wasn't in contact with her, and then resumed kissing her from her mouth to the top of her pubic thatch. Dianne was starting to get really desperate and she was trying to pull me against her with her arms. Instead I kept kissing and licking her body. I was going to fuck her, but even though she had set it up, I didn't want her to feel she was in complete control.

I kept this up as long as I thought we both could stand it. Then I moved lower and began to kiss and lick the insides of her thighs. Dianne raised her knees and spread herself even more open. I heard a wet pop from her vagina as she moved. She was now crying, "Ah! Ah! Ah!" over and over and her head was thrashing from side to side. She had begun to rub her breasts - hard.

All at once I buried my face in Dianne's pussy, and I tongued and sucked where I knew her clitoris had to be. I pushed three fingers into her vagina and one into her ass. As I moved these fingers in and out, her clitoris popped out and I rubbed it hard with my tongue. She let out a shriek, wrapped her legs around my head, and pressed her knees against the sides of my head. I moved my tongue and fingers faster and faster and she began to yell, then moan several times, then yell again. I slowed the pace and she grabbed a couple of quick breaths. I picked up the pace again and she went, "Oh God! Oh God! YAAAAAAAH!" 

Suddenly Dianne's legs released my head, and she began to pound both her arms against the bed. Her head was back, her mouth was open, and she was gasping for breath. I moved up her body, slid my prick into position, and rammed myself into her. She yelled again. I began to fuck her as fast as I could, and I could feel her opening up even more, until finally I could barely feel myself hitting bottom no matter how hard I thrust. Her breathing was now just a series of short "Huh!" sounds, and I could feel rhythmic tremors of orgasm rippling through her. I knew I couldn't hold back any longer, so I pushed myself as hard as I could into her, and began to twist left and right against her clitoris.

Dianne dug her fingers into my back, let out a long yell, and I ejaculated into her several times. I could feel her vagina clamping and releasing my penis, so I wiggled against her, and her vaginal squeezing began again, followed by another scream. We were covered in sweat, my arms were starting to tremble, and I couldn't hold myself up any longer.




A Bargain Ch. 03



So that I wouldn't just fall on Dianne, I reached under her hips, rolled her to one side, and pulled her around so that she was on top of me, still holding onto my penis with her pussy. I wiggled until I was fully on the bed with her spread-legged squarely atop me, and I began to caress her fantastic breasts. I could feel her contractions gradually slowing down, and her pussy finally released my limp penis. I could feel wet fluid dripping out of her onto my groin. As my heart slowed down, I felt myself drifting off to sleep. Dianne raised herself up and kissed me. Then she pushed a towel under my ass and collapsed onto my chest. Sleep came quickly to both of us.

I partially woke up when I felt Dianne pulling the covers over us. Our skin was cold from drying sweat. As we began to warm up under the covers, she flexed her hips, and I felt more liquid flow onto my crotch. I let sleep come again. That had been a good, long, exhausting coupling. It was the best first-time fuck I'd ever had with any woman.

EARLY TUESDAY WITH DIANNE

I had no idea how long I slept, but Dianne was suddenly shaking me. She said it was 4:00 a.m. and we needed to shower before other women got up. She repeated that she didn't want Jenn to find out that we had fucked. "I don't want to hurt her, Don. She gave you the green light, but she . . . she wasn't really her usual self when she said it."

"Feeling guilty about our passionate romp, Dianne? I thought you could keep sex and emotions separate."

"Don't get ideas, Don! I'd just rather not have to tell her about fucking you. It would be easiest if it never came up. So let's be a little careful, okay?"

Dianne had me wrap my head in a towel so that nobody would be able to identify me if they saw me. She then led me, completely blind, down the hall to the women's bathroom where she pushed me into a shower stall and closed and locked the door. Then I took off the towel and hung it over the door. 

We were both covered with dried sweat and there were streaks of cum and vaginal juices dried on Dianne's legs. I looked down, and my crotch was caked with the same stuff. I hugged her and gave her a big kiss. She turned on the shower, and we washed each other off. I had to take a leak, so I did it in the shower. It was dark and smelly. Dianne wrinkled her nose and then did the same thing. Hers was equally dark. We were both a little dehydrated.

It took a long time for me to get all of the sticky gunk out of Dianne's thick pubic thatch, and by the time I was done, we were both aroused again. I hoisted her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Then I let her slide down my body while I guided my penis into her with my hand. When she was completely impaled, I began to rock my hips forward and back. She started grunting, then quickly began to make louder noises, and in a matter of only a couple of minutes she began to climax. She yelled over and over, and then finally asked me to stop so she could catch her breath. The water continued to cascade over us.

I held Dianne up with my hands on her behind. Her legs were apart, hanging down against the wall with her feet several inches above the floor. I was still balls-deep inside her. I kissed her and waited until she gave me a nod with her head, then began again. Dianne was so close to the edge that she climaxed quickly and gave out a long, moaning yell. Her legs moved up and down my thighs as if she were climbing a ladder, then she wrapped them around me and squeezed me firmly into her. Damn! This woman really enjoyed sex!

Suddenly a woman's voice from the next shower stall called out, "Would you please take it back to the room if you're going to be so loud!" That broke the mood, and Dianne separated from me with an audible pop, and we soaped up and rinsed off again. We were both giggling. "We can't do this again," she whispered. "This bathroom is much too public, even in the middle of the night."

With the wet towel covering my head, Dianne pushed me out into the bathroom. My dork stayed hard, and it smacked against my thighs as we ran quickly down the hall. Finally we stopped, Dianne opened the door with her key, and we went back into her room. I took of my towel and she dropped her robe, and we kissed and groped each other as we headed back to the bed.

Dianne sat down, then quickly jumped back up. She used a damp towel to wipe a wet smear from her behind. Even though she had used a couple of towels to capture our secretions, we had been much too juicy. There was no possible way we were going to be able to sleep on those sheets again. 

Dianne suggested we just sleep in Jenn's bed, but I vetoed that idea. It's strange where we sometimes draw the line, and I was frankly puzzled by my sudden reticence to be disrespectful to Jenn that way. What the hell was going on? I could fuck Jenn's roommate, but I couldn't do it in Jenn's bed? Did this make sense? Probably not, but then neither did fucking Dianne.

As aroused as we both still were, we still had to get some rest. We decided to go to my room. "I didn't know your roommate was gone, too! That gives us two rooms where we can sleep together!" Dianne slipped into a sweatshirt and jeans and put on her shoes as I dressed.

Dianne opened her door and checked to be certain nobody was in the hall. We dashed to the stairway and headed down to the first floor. There we crossed over one at a time to the men's complex, and we climbed up the stairs to my floor. My room was close to the stairwell, so as soon as I had the door opened, Dianne scurried in and we were safe from prying eyes. We stripped off our clothes, and I lay down with Dianne cuddling on top of me. We pulled up the covers, and almost immediately we fell asleep. Just before I dropped off, I saw that the time was almost 6:30. That had been a hell of a long shower!

We didn't wake up until late morning. Dianne told me she had to take another leak. Since there was no way I was going to be able to sneak her into the men's room at that time of day, I had her go into a plastic wastebasket. We were both thirsty, so I got a couple of beers out of my small refrigerator, and we drank them down. Dianne got a little case out of her clutch purse, popped something out, swallowed it, and said, "Anti-baby pill!" Then I lay down on the bed and told her that even though I was getting hungry, I needed to sleep some more.

Not Dianne! She said she needed to be fucked again, and she intended to get right to it. When I protested that I was too tired, she straddled me, and waved her terrific boobs in my face. Of course I began to play with them, and immediately my prick sprang to life. Dianne didn't waste any time. She rubbed herself until she was getting wet, then she raised up and lowered herself onto my pole, facing me. She was in complete control in this position, and she moved up and down, twisted back and forth, changed the angle of the fucking, and did whatever caused her the most excitement. I played with her breasts the entire time. 

After Dianne had loudly climaxed a couple of times, I moved one hand from her breasts, and I began to tickle her clitoris. Dianne's entire front began to turn a dark red as she bounced and twisted herself on me. She had an incredible, shuddering climax that was so intense she stopped breathing and cut her yell off in the middle. As her orgasm wore down, I watched the dark red color slowly fade from her body. Her areolae were puffed up so much that her erect nipples didn't look as long as they had before, Her back was arched and her head was thrown back. Finally Dianne began to breathe again. She fell forward on top of me, and within seconds she was snoring.

My penis was still hard inside Dianne. I tried to sleep, but it was impossible. She had used me for her sexual satisfaction, and she hadn't held anything back. Even though she had done most of the work, I felt something - pride, perhaps? - because of the quality of her orgasms. Most first-matings are awkward and tentative as the lovers adjust to each other. Dianne and I had fucked smoothly, easily, and intensely. Well, she was Jenn's roommate, so she wasn't really a stranger. 

I was sleepy, but I stayed awake to enjoy the sensations I felt on my pussy- engulfed erection. Finally I had to get up to take a piss in the same pot Dianne had used. Dianne just rolled over and kept sleeping. She was on her side, so I crawled back into bed with her, lifted her top leg, and slid my penis halfway into her from behind. Then I went back to sleep with one arm under her reaching around to her breasts and the other in her crotch. I started to move in and out of her, but I was so tired I fell asleep before I came.

TUESDAY AFTERNOON WITH DIANNE

When we woke up again, it was about 3:00 p.m. We were starved inasmuch as we had slept through both breakfast and lunch. But I also had a raging hard-on. Dianne told me to save it for later. She had to go back to her room, take a shower, change clothes, and hurry over to the lab for her daily checks. I offered to drive her, and she thanked me and accepted since that would mean that she wouldn't be taking her readings late.

I gave Dianne a clean towel, and she wiped as much of the gunk off her as she could. Then we agreed to get cleaned up and meet on the first floor in 45 minutes. After a shit, shave, and shower, I was ready. I met Dianne and drove us over to the science building. I was so hungry my stomach was growling, but I also had ideas about doing something else with her. Food could wait!

The huge, four-story building was completely locked up, but Dianne had a key. She let us in, then re-locked the door. "This late in the day, even the professors are gone. We're probably the only ones here," she said. "There are only three ongoing experiments that require daily checks, and the other two are done in the morning," she headed for the elevators.

"Let's take the stairs instead," I suggested.

Dianne gave me a puzzled look, then stared at the tent that was rising in my shorts. She saw the grin on my face. She smiled back, and she led me to the stairs. I told her to start up first, and I followed behind her.

I make a blade with my hand. I pressed the entire length of my index finger against the crotch of her shorts, with my thumb pressing her anus. Dianne jumped, and said it tickled, but as she went up the stairs, her pelvic movements caused my finger to rub back and forth across her pussy, and when I twisted my hand, I could rub her clitoris through her shorts. I used my thumb to rub around her anus and onto both of her ass cheeks.

With each step Dianne was adjusting to my hand, and she was deliberately moving herself so that my touch was arousing her. By the time we got to the fourth floor, I could feel moisture coming through the material of her shorts. We were both overheated from the climb and breathing hard, but Dianne had an extra reason for her condition!

As we walked down the corridor I couldn't apply the same pressure, but I kept rubbing my hand around Dianne's anus as she walked. When she stopped to unlock the laboratory, I put my free hand under her sweatshirt and rubbed her breasts. 

Dianne locked the door behind us, and she picked up a clipboard. She began moving slowly around the room, taking notes and making adjustments to various devices. As she did so, I stayed right up against her, rubbing her breasts with one hand and massaging her ass with the other. Whenever she bent over to read something at a lower lever, I rubbed her pussy through her shorts. Finally she was done. When she turned to face me, I raised her sweatshirt over her breasts and kissed each one. Dianne was so incredibly turned on I think she would have fucked me on the cold, hard laboratory floor.

I pointed to a vinyl-padded table, about 5 feet by 2 feet, that was in a corner, and asked what it was for. Dianne didn't know since it had been there for years. I told her I knew how we could use it! Dianne protested that it was much too small, but I pushed her over to it anyway. I pulled the table away from the wall, and I found the mechanism that adjusted its height. I lowered it so that it was just about level with my crotch. 

I pulled Dianne's sweatshirt over her head and off, and I told her to lie face-down on the table with her knees and feet hanging over the end. She yelped that the cold vinyl was uncomfortable, but I reached around her and found that the cold had made her nipples rock-hard. She made appreciative little sounds as I warmed them with my fingers. I left her shoes and socks on, and I pulled her shorts and panties down to her shoes, effectively tying her ankles together. I ran my hands over her bottom and tickled between her legs.

"I know we're in a hurry, but I can't do it with my legs tied together like this! And your hands are driving me crazy!"

I squatted under Dianne's knees and reached my arms up between her legs. "Sure you can! Let me squeeze in!"

Dianne spread her knees wide apart and pushed herself down the table toward me as I slowly stood up. I twisted my body from side to side, and my arms, head, and upper body slipped through the tight circle of her legs. I turned so that I was facing her pussy. Her bound ankles were at the back of my waist, and her bare legs were wrapped around my body. Her crotch was spread open in front of me, and she was almost completely helpless.

"God! That felt weird! So what do we do now?" Dianne asked.

I rubbed my hands over Dianne's behind and squeezed the round globes of her bottom. I spread her cheeks apart until I could display every part of her crotch to my gaze. Just below her puckered anus I could see her puffy, dark pink labia, surrounded by her thick pubic mat. I probed gently with my finger, and she was so wet I easily slipped inside her. I moved my finger in and out. My thumb brushed lightly over her clitoris.

"Unh! Don't stop! Unh! Harder!"

I hadn't gone to this much trouble just to finger-fuck Dianne. The way her legs were restrained I wasn't sure I could get my penis into her, but I was determined to try. I also wanted to assert myself, sexually. She was a strong-willed, sexually-experienced woman, and I suspected she was accustomed to dominating her studs. This time I wanted to control everything we did.

I unfastened my own shorts and pushed them down my legs, tying my own ankles together, too. My erection rubbed along the valley between her cheeks, with its dark red head several inches above her anus. The bottom of my shirt was in the way, so I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. I leaned back against her ankles, pushed down on the head of my penis until it was just in front of her anus, and pulled her hips toward me. Her slippery labia gripped my knob, but in spite of the pressure forcing us together, I couldn't go deeper inside her.

"No! You're pushing the wrong way! Ow! Shit! That hurts! Stop! This won't work!" Dianne screamed. 

I bent my knees to change to angle my penis made against Dianne's crotch. I pulled harder on the top of Dianne's hips, and her body moved an inch or so closer to me. I felt sharp pain from pressure against the head of my penis, and she screamed. I painfully wiggled and twisted against her. Just as her hips reached the end of the table, I found the correct alignment and my penis plunged completely into her.

We both moaned. The abrupt change from intense pain to the wonderful pleasure of her vagina gripping my penis made the erotic sensations unbelievably intense. We remained motionless for several seconds as we savored the moment. Then Dianne gently twisted and flexed her hips against me. I felt her trying to pull her feet apart.

Dianne barked a short laugh. "I've never been into bondage, but this is great! I can't move, and there's no way I can get your cock out of me! Not that I want to! We're tied together in a total fuck!"

I really liked having Dianne helpless under me. She had been in charge the night before, but now it was my turn. She had told Jenn and me that she liked it doggy- style. This was similar, and I silently vowed that I would make this 'total fuck' something for her to remember.

Dianne straightened then relaxed her legs, and this moved my penis in and out of her about an inch. She established a rhythm, and once again she was fucking me. This wasn't my plan! I found that I could get even more movement of my penis by twisting my hips from side to side, and by rising up on my toes. I countered her movements with my own, and she gradually accepted the pattern I was making. When she began to reinforce the thrusts, I made, I knew I was in charge - at least for the moment.

I slid my left hand down around her hip and under her body until I could rub the pubic hair around her clitoris. I ran my right hand over her behind as I tickled her anus with my fingers. Dianne made several loud moans of appreciation. She spread her legs as far apart as her position and tied ankles allowed, and she wiggled and twisted her pussy around my penis.

I lubricated my right index finger with the warm liquid seeping from Dianne's pussy, and I slowly pushed it past her sphincter until it was completely inside her. She let out a long moan of pleasure. I could see her knuckles turning white as her hands squeezed the table near her shoulders.

With my finger pressing against the membrane separating Dianne's two tunnels, I could feel my penis throbbing with my heartbeat. I pressed down and rubbed the length of my penis as I moved my finger in and out of her anus. She tightened and relaxed her pelvic muscles, and she squeezed both my finger and my penis in the process. Her movements were following mine. This strong-willed woman was letting me take charge of this fuck, and I renewed my silent vow to give her an experience to remember.

The pubic hair around Dianne's clitoris was now sopping wet, and I could feel her button sticking out each time I reached for it. With the same finger I rubbed her labia right where my penis joined her body. I could feel her starting to lose control, so I changed the rhythm. Her hips thrust against me, trying to maintain the pattern of movement I had just abandoned.

I could press my penis against Dianne's G-spot by rising up on my toes and pushing down with the finger in her ass. As I did so she again started to lose control as I twisted my hips from side to side and pushed hard with the finger in her ass. I stopped, and she moaned as her sensations peaked without giving her release. I almost lost control of my own responses, but I had managed to stop just in time.

Dianne tried to reach down to finger herself, but my hand was in the way. Her pleasure was entirely under my control, and I prolonged her sweet agony as long as I possibly could.

My finger stimulating on and around her clitoris, my finger moving inside her rectum, my throbbing penis staying inside her but moving in and out about an inch, and the pressure against her G-spot were all building her arousal. Dianne began to grunt, although she sounded peculiar since she was lying on her stomach.

Within a couple of minutes I could feel the contractions of Dianne's vagina establishing a regular rhythm. "God yes! I'm almost there! Send me . . . send me over the top!"

I abruptly stopped everything I was doing. Dianne writhed under me and groaned. Her legs jerked and pulled at her bound ankles. She tried again to reach down to her crotch, but I kept her hand away. "Shit! You're trying to kill me! This isn't fair! Fuck me!"

I waited a minute or two until I felt Dianne's vagina stop squeezing my penis, then I started doing every type of stimulation again, very slowly. She knew I was going to try to hang her up again, and she fought me. But her entire body was so aroused that she couldn't counter the variety of ways I was stimulating her, and once again I built her up and stopped.




A Bargain Ch. 03



I had been right at the brink myself. Now my balls were throbbing. Ordinarily the sight, sound, and scent of this aroused woman would have been enough to get me to ejaculate. But it hadn't been very long since I'd ejaculated, and I managed to control those sensations. What was driving me to the edge was what I felt as Dianne's vagina squeezed and pulled on my penis. I concentrated on remembering an occasion when I was furiously angry with someone, and that distraction barely helped prevent my own climax.

But I knew I wouldn't be able to stop myself again, so I had to make this one good. I waited even longer before I started again. The incredible feeling of being held inside Dianne was almost enough to get me off by itself, and it was plain that she remained highly aroused even though we weren't fucking. She vainly struggled to free herself. Her legs tightened and relaxed around my body. She gasped for breath. "I swear . . . I'm going to . . . kill you!"

"Aren't you enjoying yourself?"

"GOD! If you . . . do that to me . . . again . . . "

I wiggled my finger inside her rectum, and her legs tightened around my waist. 

"SHIT!"

"No, that's just my finger!"

Dianne laughed and gasped for breath at the same time. "I've never felt . . . so helpless! . . . I just want . . . relief! . . . Please! . . . I'm gonna . . . have a stroke . . . if you keep . . . this up!"

I could feel a pool of her pussy juice around my relaxed left hand. The hair on my balls was wet and cold from what had squeezed out of her as we wiggled around. I bent forward as far as I could and inhaled the aroma coming from between her legs. It was so primitively erotic I almost came.

Dianne writhed and struggled as I waited for my excitement to abate. My balls were aching. I felt my my scrotum and it was so swollen I couldn't feel my individual testicles. We both had endured enough.

I prolonged it as long as I could. I started slowly, and whenever Dianne tried to go faster, I slowed down. The throbbing ache in my balls actually helped me by diverting my attention from the incredibly aroused woman whom I was fucking. But after ten minutes or so, there was absolutely no way for either of us to stop.

I felt pressure - thankfully no longer pain - building inside me, right where my penis joined my body. I moved my fingers and body faster and faster as the pressure increased. I heard Dianne screaming, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Dianne released her grip on the table, and she grabbed her breasts with both hands. Squeezes from her vagina rippled down the shaft of my penis. Her bound legs were jerking against my body as she unsuccessfully tried to kick. She was yanking on her nipples as I felt myself start to cum.

My climax was so intense I closed my eyes. I felt myself ejaculate again and again, even though I couldn't have had very much semen in my body. Dianne's vagina almost crushed my erection after each one, and her entire body tensed, then relaxed. I could feel something inside her body - her cervix? - rubbing the head of my penis in time with my squirts. She was screaming, but I couldn't understand the words. I couldn't hear clearly because I was screaming, too. It went on and on.

When everything ended, I was bent at the waist and almost lying on top of Dianne. Her arms were hanging limply down from the table. I could feel her legs trembling gently against my waist. I reached forward and gently rubbed her breasts as we both gasped for breath. Between short breaths Dianne gasped, "My . . . God . . . I knew . . . there . . . was a . . . reason . . . I . . . went . . . Into . . . lab . . . work . . ." We both giggled as we tried to breathe.

A few minutes later Dianne flexed her hips, and my limp penis slipped out of her. I moved off her, then lowered myself to my knees. I kept my face between her legs, and I looked at her pussy. I could see a couple of inches inside her since her vagina was still open. Cum and pussy juice had dripped out everywhere, but it was still coming out of her, so I started licking and sucking it up. Dianne told me to stop because it felt so good it almost hurt.

I dropped lower and extricated myself from Dianne's bound legs. I lifted her legs and helped her slide her hips further up onto the table. She turned over onto her back, leaving her legs hanging over the end, and then I took a mouthful of our combined juices and kissed her. Her passionate response showed how much she liked the taste, too.

Dianne sat up and looked at her pussy. It was still gaping open, and juices were running down her legs onto her shorts, panties, and socks. Her nipples were still hard, her entire front was covered with pink and red blotches, and she looked absolutely beautiful! She lay back onto the table, groaned as she pulled her legs up, and rolled onto one side. She insisted that she clean my penis. 

I moved to the side of the table. Dianne sucked and licked my penis clean, but there were huge clumps of goop deep down in my pubic hair and she couldn't reach them all. But she tried!

Dianne sat up, and I held her against me as we kissed. I looked into her eyes and saw powerful emotions in addition to raw lust. I quickly tossed that thought away. We had agreed that our sex was going to be recreational, not romantic.

Dianne slid herself off the table - and almost fell down. Her legs started to cramp, and they wouldn't support her. I helped her pull her panties and shorts back up, and I steadied her while we walked to a sink. With my help and with a lot of wet lab towels, we were able to clean ourselves reasonably well. I also cleaned the table, pushed it back into the corner, and then mopped up the numerous wet spots we both had dripped onto the floor. 

It took us about a half hour to get ourselves and the lab cleaned up, but our frequent passionate kisses contributed considerably to the delay. It was after 7:00 before we left the lab.

Dianne was walking better, but we knew she couldn't walk down four flights, so we took the elevator. In the enclosed space the sex smell became overpowering. There were obvious wet spots on Dianne's shorts, socks, and shoes. There were additional spots on my shorts since they had also been under Dianne's waterfall of pussy juices. My shoes and socks also had a few spots. The scent from these little spots made for a heady aroma!

"I'm still dripping into my panties!" Dianne giggled as the elevator began to move. 

I kissed Dianne and I fingered the crotch of her shorts. The fabric was wet to the touch. "What do you think the next people in the elevator will think about the smell?" I asked, and both of us laughed as we kissed again.

I stepped away from Dianne as the elevator approached the ground floor. I saw a large drop fall from Dianne's shorts to the floor of the elevator as the elevator jolted to a stop. I pointed it out to her. The doors opened, and nobody was around. Dianne spread her legs, leaned over, and froze. We watched several more drops of sex juices drip and fall inside the elevator.

As we left the building and headed to my car, Dianne left another drop every ten feet or so. More was making streaks down her legs. "I don't think I've ever been this juiced up! I think I'm so excited that my pussy is making more!"

Dianne sat on a towel, and I drove us back to the dorm. It was cool enough that we kept the windows up, and inhaling the scent of pussy and cum made me hard again. Dianne gave me her key, and following her instructions I sneaked into her room, got another pair of shorts and some socks, then prepared a couple of damp towels.

I returned with these items to the car. Nobody was around, so Dianne stripped off her clothes and cleaned up with the towels. Then she pulled a tampon out of her purse and put it in. "I don't usually use these after sex, but this time I think I need to."

Finally Dianne pulled the clean shorts on, wryly noting that I hadn't brought panties as she had asked! I just smiled. As soon as she had her shoes and socks on, she gathered up the towels and her damp clothes, and told me to give her thirty minutes to clean up a little more and then meet her in the laundry room.

Before Dianne got out of the car, she kissed me, really hard. "I know that a big part of the excitement was having my legs tied up, and struggling to move helped give me the most intense sex I've ever had. But now I've got little muscle pulls up and down the insides of my legs, and I'm going to be sore. Even so, if sex with you was like that every time, I'd give up everything else just so we could fuck all the time. And I'd never let Jenn have you back. And that scares me. So let's skip the bondage next time, okay?"

She was still walking a little unsteadily, but we made it into the building and she headed up to her room while I went to mine. Fortunately there weren't many people around, but two women I (fortunately) didn't know sniffed loudly after we passed.

I took a quick shower. I couldn't remember ever being so hungry. But I was also looking forward to more sex with Dianne. I gathered up my sex-stained laundry and headed down the stairs to the basement. I realized that my legs were a little shaky, too!

This story continues in "A Bargain Ch.4: Sex Games - Couple explores their carnality."



A Bargain Ch. 04



Chapter 4: Sex Games

TUESDAY NIGHT WITH DIANNE

My legs were beginning to tremble after I walked down two flights, so I caught the elevator for the rest of the trip. I walked past the closed dining hall and entered the empty laundry room. I checked my watch, and I was surprised to see that I was five minutes early. I realized I was really eager for food - as well as for more sex with Dianne!

Dianne arrived on time, carrying her laundry bag. We dumped sheets, pillow cases, towels, and clothes into two washers and turned them on. We even threw in the laundry bags since they also smelled like sex. After the machines were running, we left everything to wash. I drove us to one of those restaurants that serves breakfast all day. We were famished, and we really stuffed ourselves. 

It was after 10:00 when we returned to the laundry room, and we tossed everything into an oversized dryer. Since nobody was around, I had Dianne lean back against me as I leaned against the wall. I wrapped my arms around her, slid my hands under her sweatshirt, and gently fondled her braless breasts. Dianne reached back and used both her hands to rub my erection through my shorts. I kissed and nuzzled her neck behind her ears, and we silently enjoyed the touch of each other as we watched our combined pile of clothes slowly dry. 

When the dryer buzzed, we sorted our clothing into our two bags. We decided that I would first go to my room and make my bed (in case we needed it later!), and then I'd join Dianne in her room for the night.

Back in my room I finally remembered to pour out the bucket full of piss and clean it. I also stole a roll of toilet paper from the bathroom in case we needed it, too. When I had everything done and I had gotten really cleaned up again, I called Dianne. She told me to wait about fifteen minutes, and then come over.

I arrived at her door at about 11:30. Nobody was around, and her hallway seemed deserted. I tapped gently on her door and she opened it but stood behind the door so that I couldn't see her. Her room was completely dark except for a small red bulb on the top of an electric candle. Dianne ordered me to go over to the bed, undress, and wait for her. 

I was both amused and aroused. I'd had my time being the one in control, and I didn't mind Dianne taking another turn. I did as she asked. I piled my clothes on the chair she had left beside the bed. I felt the cool, fresh sheets against my bare behind as I sat down. My dork was sticking straight up from my lap. 

Dianne moved out of the shadows and I could finally see what she had on. She was wearing a nearly transparent black outfit, similar to the one I had given Jenn, but of Dianne's size and much more revealing. She glided over to me, and my face was close enough to her crotch that I could clearly see that her pussy lips were spread apart, held that way by the material of the transparent black bikini panties.

In spite of the day's activities, I was overwhelmed, and my penis began to throb, bouncing up and down with my heartbeat. I stood up and pulled Dianne to me, and nearly shot my wad. The material was as smooth as silk, and it felt impossibly erotic as I moved my fingers over her body.

Dianne obviously had the same reaction, and her nipples were already hard as I gently caressed her breasts. She said, "Slide my panties off, leave the top on, and let's go to bed. I want to fuck your balls off! But first we're going to sixty-nine!" I removed her panties as she had asked, but I took a lot of time doing it, using my tongue and lips. Dianne giggled deep in her throat. 

As soon as she stepped out of her panties, Dianne pulled the top sheet and blanket nearly off the bed, and told me to lie down with my head on her pillow. With me in position, she swung her leg over me so that she was facing away from me, climbed up onto the bed, and slowly backed up until her pussy was pressing against my face. With her legs straddling my chest, she was completely exposed, and I could reach down and caress her breasts through the silky negligee. 

Dianne then gave me an incredible blow job. She must have gotten me to the point of ejaculation a dozen times, then stopped it by pressing against the base of my penis between my balls. She certainly knew how to do it! My balls began to swell, and she sucked on them, too. In the meantime I had my nose pressed as far into her as far as I could get it, and I was licking her clitoris with my tongue. I worked a finger into her anus, and she moaned her pleasure directly against my penis.

Dianne kept taking me to the brink and stopping me, and I kept stopping my actions just as she began to climax. Her clitoris remained fully erect and completely exposed, even when I didn't press my tongue against it. We were teasing each other and neither of us knew when it would end. We were still learning how to be lovers with each other, but we were already exceptionally well attuned to each other's responses.

I abruptly realized that the level of sexual compatibility and understanding that Dianne and I were experiencing was better than what Jenn and I had developed. I let that thought drop into the back of my mind as I concentrated on the woman whose pussy was rubbing against my face.

Time no longer mattered, and in the dim red light all we cared about was the sexual stimulation. We took turns getting aroused, then pulling back, as we learned exactly how to determine each other's state of readiness. My balls began to ache and her clitoris was becoming hypersensitive - and we were both aware of each other's wonderful, albeit uncomfortable, levels of arousal. Finally, without any spoken words, we stopped the teasing, and we deliberately climaxed together. We both screamed and yelled in our pleasure, probably waking the entire hall.

Dianne had been deep-throating me, and she managed to catch my entire ejaculation in her mouth. She hummed against my penis and licked and sucked everything out of it. I lapped up and swallowed an incredible amount of her juices which seemed to just keep flowing out of her. My nose remained buried in her open pussy, and I had to breathe through my mouth or I would have suffocated or drowned!

Long after my penis was limp, Dianne kept sucking and licking it. Her juices continued to flow. Finally she clambered around to face me, lowered herself onto me, and we kissed, sharing our juices. I moved to the side and she cuddled down my left side, her wet pussy against my left leg, with her negligee covering her from her waist up. We kissed and I gently rubbed her breasts through the silky cloth. Dianne's breathing became deep and regular, and we both fell asleep. My last thought was how well our bodies fit together, both during and after sex.

WEDNESDAY: EXPERIMENTING WITH DIANNE A buzzing woke us, and Dianne climbed off me to shut of the alarm. The clock said 3:00 a.m. She told me I had to go back to my own room, but that she was staying in her own bed. I held her and told her I wanted to continue sleeping with her and perhaps wake her with a fuck, but she said we weren't completely free to do everything we wanted. She reminded me that neither of us wanted Jenn to find out that we had been screwing. Dianne pointed out that, as far as we knew we had been lucky so far, and nobody had seen either of us in a compromising position.

I reluctantly agreed. Dianne turned down my request for another shower. "Let's not push our luck, shall we? That other girl could have reported us instead of telling us to take it back to the room. Some of these bitches are moralistic shitheads!" She used a towel to partially clean me off, then kissed me goodnight, and pushed me into the hall. I immediately knocked gently and Dianne opened the door again, a questioning look on her face. I stepped back in, kissed her hard while rubbing the silky fabric across her breasts until her nipples felt like little stones, then I left.

I took a shower, then collapsed into bed, and fell asleep thinking about Dianne's hard-tipped boobs. At 7:00 the alarm got me up, and I went down and had a big breakfast in the dining hall. At 7:45 I hit the sack again. I awoke again at Noon. I did the shit, shave, and shower routine, and went to lunch. Happily Dianne was there and sitting alone. I joined her, and we each tried to get the other embarrassed by making sexual comments and suggestions.

When we were finished eating, I offered to take her to the lab later, and after first telling me she really didn't need a ride today (and that got a chuckle out of me!), she said she'd be waiting on the first floor at 4:00.

I took another nap, and after the alarm woke me at 3:30, I dressed in an all-white tennis outfit, minus a jock. When I stepped out of the elevator, Dianne smiled, since I was carrying a tennis racquet and looked as if I were heading for the courts. Who would imagine that we were going to the same place? We got into my Bug and I drove to her research building. I left the racquet in the car, of course.

Once again we walked up to the fourth floor, only Dianne had anticipated feeling my hand in her crotch, and she was almost immediately wet. By the fourth floor, she was rubbing her clitoris through her shorts and snorting through her nose. Once we were in the lab, I slid her stretch-shorts and panties down to mid thigh, and used both hands to rub her. As she moved from instrument to instrument, the shorts around her thighs prevented her from moving very fast, and they also held my bare fingers against her labia. When she bent over to read the low-lying instruments, I ran a finger in and out of her vagina.

At the end of her circuit of the room, she rechecked everything and found that I had distracted her from getting two readings. She spent additional time moving around with my hands on her bare skin. We used the same table in much the same way, but this time we both stripped off all our clothes, allowing Dianne to move around much better. She was also much more highly stimulated than the day before, and she came quickly with a long, drawn-out yell. A few minutes later her body shook and she let out a wonderful shriek as my cum exploded into her.

We cleaned up the table, the lab floor, and ourselves with damp lab towels, and we got dressed and headed back to the dorm. I dropped her off in front, and she agreed to come to my room at 8:00. I parked the car, got cleaned up, and went to dinner. I didn't see Dianne, and I ate with some guys I knew. I got back to my room in plenty of time to do the shit, shave, and shower routine again, and I got ready for Dianne's arrival.

I hung a towel over a light, creating a warm but still relatively dark room. I put on some quiet music, opened a bottle of chilled red wine, and set out two glasses. I was completely naked. I heard Dianne's gentle knock, and I opened the door the same way that she had done. I told her not to turn around and to close her eyes. I told her she should follow my commands. She nodded, and I stepped up to her and tied a blindfold over her eyes.

"This is kinky!" Dianne exclaimed with a grin. "I guess it's your turn to run things, huh?" What a woman! She knew we were playing a control game, and she was completely relaxed and trusting. I'd never enjoyed sex so much. For a moment I wondered if Jenn and I could establish this kind of sexual relationship, but once again I pushed Jenn out of my thoughts. After all, I might never get a chance to find out.

I had tested the blindfold, and I knew that Dianne would be unable to see anything. I told her to remove her shoes and place them on the floor. I picked them up and put them behind the door. Next I told her to slowly strip off her T-shirt and hold it straight out in front of her. I took it from her hands and quietly put it in the bottom of a drawer under some underpants. She was wearing a light-blue bra which barely contained her breasts. 

I had her put her hands over her head and turn slowly while I looked at her. Next I had her slip off her shorts and hold them out. I took them and hid them in yet another drawer under my socks. Dianne was now wearing the blue bra and matching panties. I had her stand with her legs apart and turn slowly until I told her stop (when the light was in the correct place), and I leaned in close and looked at her panties. There was a moist spot beginning to form -and I hadn't touched her yet! I inhaled deeply and I could smell her aroused scent.

I had Dianne remove her bra, and I took it and hid it inside the pocket of a jacket in my closet. It was a 36C, so she really was a bit larger than Jenn! Once again I ordered her to put her hands over her head and turn slowly around. Her breasts lifted up, and her nipples got darker and darker. As I leaned in close, I could see little bumps on her areolae as they became engorged.

I leaned in and checked the crotch of Dianne's panties. The wet spot was now about two inches across - and growing! I told her to remove her panties, and smell them. She smiled and licked them! These, too, I took from her. I put them in a plastic bag which I hid in the refrigerator. I poured two glasses of wine, handed one to Dianne, and we drank them slowly while I explored every inch of her body. I took the glass from her and put both glasses on my desk.

I had Dianne do another slow rotation, hands over her head again, and even in the poor light it was obvious that she was getting really excited. I told her to stop moving, and stand still with her feet spread as far apart as she could manage, with her arms out to the sides for balance. Then I slipped between her legs, propped myself up on my elbows, and looked directly at her pussy.

I talked softly to Dianne from there, and I described what I could see her body doing. Her outer labia were thick and full, and they got darker as I talked to her. When I told her I could just see the head of her clitoris peeking out, it popped completely out, eliciting a gasp from Dianne. I watched and described the darkening colors I could see slowing spreading all over the front of her body, from her thighs to her abdomen to her breasts to her throat to her face.

I told her that her pussy was getting ready to drip, and as it did, I caught the drop in my mouth - and told her so. Her clitoris came out again, and in a few seconds, there was a constant dripping into my mouth. I blew gently on her pussy, and Dianne trembled, letting out a brief cascade of pussy juice. Dianne's legs were getting tired, and she began to tremble. I slipped out from between them, and I told her to stand normally.

I told her to keep the blindfold on, but that she could now decide what position we would use. Without touching her I had her move over and stand just against the bed. If she wanted to be on the bottom, she was to lie on the bed and direct how I was to enter her. If I was to be on the bottom, I would lie on the bed and she would tell me what she wanted and I would talk her into position.

"This time I'll take the bottom," Dianne said quickly, and she got onto the bed. She raised her legs high. "I want to put my legs over your shoulders. That angle really works for me."

I slowly moved into position and reminded her to keep the blindfold on. I told her that she was free to move around and touch anything she wanted once I entered her. Then I sat for nearly a minute with the head of my penis throbbing against her vaginal opening, now fully exposed and ready. A trickle of juice came out of her vagina and ran down toward her anus. Dianne felt it and giggled. This was really fun!

When I felt we both couldn't take any more, I slipped completely into her in one steady push and, leaning on my elbows, began rubbing a breast in each hand. Dianne wrapped her legs around my head and began to arch and flex her hips against me.

This was an easy position for straight, effective fucking, so I began to slide in and out slowly, gradually increasing the tempo then slowing down, pushing hard and up toward her head at the bottom to stimulate her clitoris, occasionally teasing her by staying almost all of the way out of her.

Dianne's first orgasm came quickly and caught me by surprise. Clearly I still had things to learn about her sexual responses, but wouldn't it be fun to attend those classes? As her yell diminished, I resumed my slow in-and-out, and when I felt the tremors in her vagina, I again picked up the pace until I was really pounding her pussy. Once again she came fast and loudly.

Dianne was covered with sweat that glistened in the glow of the lamp. Her breathing was mostly gasps, punctuated with light moans and grunts. During the fucking she would first spread her legs as far apart as she could, but as orgasm approached she would bring her knees closer together, cross her ankles, and clamp down on my head. I found it was easy to tell her level of arousal, but I lost count of her orgasms. I just kept pumping in and out, accompanied by an ever louder slurping sound and a wet slapping as I slammed into her pussy. I knew that I could only keep this up as long as I held myself back, but I managed to keep from ejaculating. The afternoon experience certainly helped!

Dianne finally complained that her pussy was getting sore and her legs were cramping so we should stop. I slowly pulled out of her, and I let her lower her feet to the bed. I studied her pussy, and her labia were so dark they were almost black. Dianne's vagina was still partially open, but as I watched her it slowly closed. What a sight!

Now that we were no longer "exercising," all of the sweat on our bodies felt chilly. I turned Dianne over onto her left side, and she pulled her legs up toward her chest. I slipped into a spooning position against her back, and pulled up the other sheet and blanket. My left arm was pinned beneath Dianne, and I cupped her left breast with that hand. I used my right hand to lift her right leg, and my slippery penis slid up against her pussy. I lowered her leg, moved my right arm up to her right breast, and told her to go to sleep. In a matter of a few minutes, her breathing indicated that she had.

Dianne's heart was still beating pretty fast, but it was gradually slowing down. Her skin no longer felt hot, and I drifted off too, even though my balls ached. I couldn't remember ever fucking a woman who climaxed when I didn't. She might be just a recreational fuck, but Dianne was one hell of a woman! I fell asleep wondering why I had been worried far more about her pleasure than my own. Nice guys finish last, but I hadn't finished! What the heck did that mean?

THURSDAY: ESTABLISHING TRUST AND LUST

The alarm woke me at 3:00, and I reset it for 4:30. Dianne was awake too, so I told her that it was my turn to get off. I reached down Dianne's body and began to rub her now sticky and matted pubic hair. My penis quickly stiffened, and I again put it between her legs from behind. I moved lower in the bed to get a better angle, and I put the head of my penis at the entrance to her vagina. I gently rubbed around her clitoris, and she quickly became wet. I could feel her body temperature coming up, and her breathing got faster.

I began to slowly move about an inch in and out. After several minutes, Dianne's hips began flexing to my motion. I gradually went a little deeper, then went in and out slowly. Then deeper again. All at once Dianne let out a gasp, and she grabbed her breasts. I had located her G-spot with my penis, and at the angle I was using, I could rub it by moving my penis in and out of her. That's exactly what I did, very slowly. Dianne began to wiggle her legs and she was rubbing her nipples hard. Her skin felt hot. We both began to sweat and I threw the blanket off, leaving us covered with just the sheet.

Dianne was now gasping with each caress of her G-spot by my penis. Her vagina was clamping and releasing my penis in time with my slow thrusts. Dianne finally screamed, "For God's sake! Finish me off! I can't stand much more of this!" I slowly but steadily increased the tempo of my thrusts, and I reached around Dianne and rubbed her clitoris whenever my penis was not touching her G-spot. This meant that there was a constant sexual pressure on her, alternating between her clitoris and her G-spot, and I kept increasing the tempo.




A Bargain Ch. 04



When she began to grunt, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I couldn't hold back, and I sped up until I was going as fast as I could go. As I did so, Dianne began her orgasm, but my stimulation held her there for almost half a minute before I felt my own climax and ejaculation. My penis quickly lost its stiffness, and the only stimulation Dianne was receiving was on her clitoris, so I gradually slowed that down until I was just gently rubbing her bushy pubic hair.

Dianne's vagina and abdomen continued to pulse rhythmically, and her legs were twitching. Over a period of a couple of minutes, she came back down. Seconds later she sighed, and fell asleep. I lay awake and gently caressed her until the alarm sounded at 4:30. Then I woke her.

This proved to be difficult to do. She was really dead to the world. No matter where I tickled or rubbed her, she just grunted and rolled over. But I turned on the lights and took the blindfold off her, and the bright light finally woke her up. I pointed out that it was quarter to five, and that she either had to leave right away or stay in my bed until evening. She immediately flopped back onto the bed and pulled the sheet up! I was tempted, but I knew that having her here all day would risk discovery, so I pulled her to her feet and told her to find her clothes and get dressed. 

After poking into lots of things, she found her shirt, bra and shoes, but nothing else. She got dressed in what she had, and continued searching. As she became more awake, she realized how funny she looked, covered from the waist up and naked from the waist down, with cum and cunt juice streaks on both legs! At 5:00 she gave up and said I'd either have to give her the rest of her clothes or she would go back to bed.

I went to the closet and got a narrow wraparound towel that fastened with Velcro so that one size fitted nearly everyone. I wrapped it around Dianne's hips, and it made it - just barely - and it covered her from just below her waist to just below her crotch. She was covered as long as she didn't bend over! 

Over Dianne's whining protests I put her purse in her hand, wiped her crotch and legs one last time with a towel, kissed her good morning, and gently pushed her into the hall. I watched her walk down the hall toward the stairs. The towel rode up on her waist, and I could see her pubic hair between her cheeks. Anybody below her on the stairs was going to get a show!

About five minutes later my phone rang, and it was Dianne. She was laughing because on the way down my stairway, the velcro had ripped out, and there was no way to keep the towel wrapped around her. So she had to cross the very public first floor, get to the women's stairway, climb the stairs, and get to her room - all while bare assed! 

She said that about halfway up the women's stairs, she heard two people coming down. Before they got to her, she covered her head with the towel, and raced past them up the stairs. She said that both a woman's and a man's voice called after her! Dianne, the exhibitionist! We said good night, and I went back to bed. I used a towel to wipe off the worst of the mess in the bed, but I couldn't get it all. Finally I just lay down on the sticky sheets, enjoyed the memories the aroma generated, and crashed.

I missed breakfast. About 10:30 I work up, cleaned up enough that I could go to the bathroom, and did the shit, shave, and shower routine. Then I hauled my sheets, some towels, and some other clothes down to the laundry. I had called Dianne to see if she wanted to get together, but there was no answer. So I washed and dried everything by myself, took everything back to my room, remade the bed, and went to lunch. Just before I finished eating, Dianne came in, sat down with me, and we talked. I asked her if she wanted me to drive her to check her research, and she said, "My God! No!"

She explained that she was so sore that she had spent most of the morning putting ice packs on her pussy. So much pounding so fast had bruised her labia, and she was really uncomfortable. She said the sex had been unbelievable, particularly the first time at the lab - and later when she had been blindfolded and had her legs over my shoulders - but she was paying the price for it today. She said there was absolutely no way that anybody was going to fuck her until her pussy felt better! I asked how long that would take, and she laughed, saying she had never had the problem before, not even with her ex-husband.

I talked to her on the phone that evening, and offered to go over and just sleep with her. She said that was out of the question for two reasons. One, she wasn't looking for a permanent boyfriend; what she wanted was someone to fuck her. And two, since her pussy hurt too much for her to fuck, it wasn't worth risking discovery if we couldn't do that. I laughed, and we said good night. As I fell asleep, I realized how much I missed holding her in my arms.

DIANNE COOLS THINGS OFF, THEN TURNS UP THE HEAT

Over the next several days, Dianne and I managed to share several meals together in the almost-deserted dining hall. She turned down my daily offer to drive her over to the lab building. I was beginning to wonder if I'd done something wrong. We'd gone from nearly constant sex to total abstinence, and I really missed the intimacy we'd shared.

We were just finishing our dining hall evening meal on Monday, and the other people who had been at our table with us got up to leave. Dianne asked me to get her another cup of coffee, and I got one for each of us. As she sipped hers, she stared at me with an amused look on her face. "What?" I asked.

Dianne grinned. "My pussy is all better now. If you promise you won't pound it like you did the last time, why don't you come up to my room so we can fuck? I miss having your cock inside me," she said in a seductive whisper.

I had never been boldly propositioned by a woman in a public place, and I was so startled I almost spilled my coffee. "You thought I was cutting you off, didn't you? Well, my pussy really was really sore, and I wanted to teach you a lesson. But I don't want to waste my chance to enjoy you. Jenn gets back next week, and I'll have to do without fucking you after that. So come up to my room about 8:00."

Dianne got up and carried her tray away. I sipped my coffee for a couple of minutes, rearranged my erection in my shorts, and headed back to my room. I had just enough time to get cleaned up before my fuck-date with Dianne.

We spent all of Monday night having slow, gentle sex. After sneaking me out of her room late in the morning, we shared lunch. I napped and did some work on my research project until dinner time. Dianne took her lab readings without my "help," and we joined a group of friends for dinner. Tuesday night we spent in my bed.

I remembered Dianne telling Jenn and me that she liked doing doggy-style, and that night I found out why. By rotating and flexing her hips she could control the angle and depth that my penis penetrated. In this way she could get direct stimulation on her G-spot. She enjoyed herself best when I cupped and rubbed her breasts while she used one hand to stimulate her clitoris.

We did three "rounds" of doggy-style over the next five hours. Each time I managed to last through more of her orgasms before I ejaculated. Until I recovered, Dianne insisted on doing sixty-nine. I got her off each time, and she got me ready for another round.

The third and final round lasted for nearly two hours. Dianne had climaxed so many times she couldn't hold herself up on her knees, so I draped her legs off the side of the bed and fucked her from behind as hard and fast as I could. After I finally came, we clung to each other as we fell asleep in the sticky-wet bed. As I was holding her and feeling our combined sexual juices drain from her vagina onto my thigh, I realized that I could no longer fool myself into believing it would be easy to end our relationship. I was in love with Jenn. Of that I had no doubt. But I was starting to fall in love with Dianne, too.

We both had work to get done, and fucking all night and sleeping all day didn't help! We skipped Wednesday and Thursday, but Friday afternoon Dianne asked me to come to her room that night. 

Dianne was completely naked when she opened her door. She undressed me as we kissed, then we relieved our accumulated tensions in the best possible way. She was her usual loud, responsive self. God this woman loved sex!

When we were holding each other after our second time, Dianne slipped out of the bed. She picked up a box that I hadn't noticed on the floor next to the bed. "This came today, and I wanted you to be the first to use it on me! Open it!"

The lid on the box was shut, but Dianne had obviously unsealed it earlier. I lifted the lid and pushed the packing peanuts aside. In a plastic bag was an exact duplicate of Donnie, the dildo I'd given Jenn. I looked at Dianne in surprise.

"I looked at Jenn's when she was taking a shower, and I wrote down the make and model number. I ordered one the next day. She's right! It's almost an exact copy of yours! Well, except for the tickler! And your balls actually squirt!"

I was flabbergasted. "But why? What do you need it for with me here?"

Dianne twisted her face into a grimace. "First of all, Jenn gets you back in a couple of days. I plan to use this as my pretend fucker until I find another guy who'll take care of my needs. You did it very well, thank you, but our time is almost done."

"And the other reason?"

"Stud, you've shot your stuff into me twice already tonight, and it's going to be a little while before you can get it up again. In the meantime, how about you show me how good you are with this?"

Apparently I was very good. I slowly and carefully brought Dianne to two good orgasms, then pulled the dildo out of her as she was building for her third. "Damn you! Put it back in and finish me! Shit! You know I hate hanging here like this!"

"Wouldn't you rather have the real thing?" Dianne had been so engrossed in her own excitement that she hadn't noticed that I'd recovered. "Which would you prefer?"

Dianne rolled me over onto my back and climbed on top of me. She had her next orgasm after only riding me for a couple of minutes. She pumped and pulled with her vagina and got me right to the edge several times. "Now you know how I felt! Want me to get you off? Can you beg?"

"Jeez, Dianne! My balls are throbbing!"

"Beg, Don!" She gave my penis a firm squeeze with her pussy.

"Please Dianne! Fuck me! I need to cum!"

Dianne teased me a little longer, but cum we did. Both of us, together, loudly, for several minutes. We missed breakfast and lunch and didn't wake up until after 1:00. I went out for sandwiches from a deli while she laundered the sheets and towels we'd soaked with our combined juices.

SATURDAY: RIDING THE DILDO

We both ate double servings at dinner. Afterwards I suggested we try something with her new dildo. Dianne was skeptical, but she finally agreed. An hour later I met her in her room.

It only took a few minutes of caressing her naked body before I could easily slide the dildo into Dianne. Then, with the dildo inside her, she dressed in panties, a loose skirt, and a sweatshirt. Her braless breasts bounced delightfully as we headed for my car.

I drove for a few minutes as Dianne laughed about how strange it felt to have the dildo inside her as she rode. "It's not really turning me on, but the feeling of . . . being full . . . is really nice!"

I turned onto a secondary road where there was almost no traffic, and I slowed down and pulled my right wheels onto the shoulder of the road. "Take off all your clothes, and toss them into the back. Then scoot forward until the balls on that dildo hit that seam on the front of the seat."

Dianne gave me an amused look as she stripped off her clothes. She wasn't really exposed to anyone else since it was dark and there was almost no traffic. I gently caressed her bare breasts as I bumped slowly along the roadway. Her nipples immediately got hard. I heard her breathing change. "My God! This is fucking unbelievable! This thing moves around inside me and . . . Oh!" I felt her tremble in a short orgasm.

That was just the beginning. I drove Dianne up and down that stretch of road for about an hour. She twisted her hips around on the seat until she received vibrations just the way she liked them, and her orgasms began to come more quickly - and clearly with more intensity. Her long nipples were stiff and hard as I rubbed them with one hand as I drove. Her areolae were so puffed up that her nipples actually felt shorter than usual.

Between orgasms Dianne closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the head support. She held her mouth open and gasped as she caught her breath. The aroma of fresh pussy juice filled the car. My erection ached as it throbbed against my pants.

Dianne was reacting much more rapidly than had Jenn, and it only took about a half-hour for her to begin kicking with her legs and flailing her arms as orgasms rippled up her body. Not long after that she spoke while I was turning the car around so that I could drive back the other way.

"Enough! Drive on the road and take me back to the dorm! I'm going to be all bruised from banging my legs against the car! Please!"

I did as Dianne requested, and drove back to town. She had only one orgasm during that drive, but it was as intense as any of the earlier ones. She slumped in the seat, and I could hear the soft, wet sound as she slowly worked the dildo in and out of her pussy. We reached the parking lot. She suddenly realized she was naked, and she quickly put her clothing back on. The dildo remained clasped inside her pussy. We had brought a towel, and she blotted up as much of her juice as she could, then left the towel on the floor of the car.

Dianne was a bit unsteady on her feet, but I escorted her to her room without incident. The pungent scent of aroused woman enveloped her and lingered in the elevator and the hall after we'd passed. Once in her room she stripped off her clothes, pulled out the dildo, and dragged me to her bed. Once again we fell asleep in each other's arms just after the second time I filled her with my cream.

SUNDAY'S REVELATIONS

We awoke at midmorning. I wiped myself off with one of her towels, then slipped back to my own room. After a shower, I met Dianne for a late lunch. When she looked at me, I could see the just-fucked look on her face. I remarked on it. She looked around to be certain nobody else could hear.

"No kidding! Well, we did fuck, didn't we? But it was that car ride that did it!" she whispered. "I've NEVER felt anything like that, even with a vibrator! The movements were so . . . so RANDOM!"

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself. Now you know why my car smelled like Jenn's pussy when you got in. It'll probably take me a couple of hours to get your smell out!"

Dianne easily figured it out. "Jenn rode like that for . . . for THREE HOURS? My God! She must have been going absolutely nuts! No wonder she had that look on her face! So you were telling the truth? You didn't fuck her?"

"That's what I keep telling you. I'm not sure I understand it myself, but that's the truth."

We laughed and talked, sharing stories about people we'd dated during our high school and college days, then left to get some research work done. Fortunately we'd agreed to meet later so that I could go with her to the lab.

Dianne wore a flowing skirt, and as I quickly discovered when we started climbing the stairs, no panties. By the time we'd climbed to the lab floor with two of my fingers in her pussy and my thumb in her ass, she was dripping wet and ready to climb the walls. Instead of fucking after taking the readings, we did it before. Watching a naked Dianne try to look professional as she leaned down to take readings was both amusing and titillating. "Hey! Is that allowed? Doing research in the nude while cum and pussy juice drips down your legs? Aren't there rules about that?"

"Yeah, there are. The main rule is simple. If you don't fill me with cum when I'm done, I can cut off your nuts and eat them."

I performed adequately, kept my nuts, and we cleaned up the lab together. After sharing our evening meal, Dianne joined me in my room. We didn't just fuck. We really made love. Afterward lay together, cuddling and kissing, waiting for my next erection. She was gently fondling my balls, and I was making lazy circles with my fingers around her nipples. With my other hand I was rubbing her behind.

"So. Do I really have a magic wand? Looks like it's lost its magic right now!" 

Dianne made an unsuccessful attempt to stroke my flaccid penis, then giggled. "He'll come back to life soon enough. That's magic enough for me!"

I had an attack of stupidity. "So tell me. How does my wand compare to the others you've known?"

Dianne abruptly sat up and leaned over me. When I began to cup her swinging breasts, she slapped my hands away. She was clearly upset. "Fuck you! I've had quite a few lovers since I got divorced, but I'll be damned if I'll talk about them! To you or anyone else! It has nothing to do with you and me!"

"Dianne, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it the way it sounded! I just . . . Look, guys wonder about . . . you know, their size. And how much it matters. I guess that was in the back of my mind, but I was really trying to make a dumb joke. You're the one who called my prick a 'magic wand' - that night in the pizza place. Anyway it was a stupid thing to ask, and I'm sorry."

Dianne stared into my eyes for a minute or so, and her angry look gradually softened. She lay lowered herself into the position she had occupied before. We resumed our gentle post-coital fondling.

My penis was just starting to stir when Dianne moved up so that our lips were about an inch apart. I expected to be kissed, and I was startled when she whispered to me. "I've had longer and shorter, thicker and thinner, faster and slower, straighter and more curved. I've learned it isn't the wand that's magic. It's the man waving it. And you're a wizard. Jenn doesn't know how lucky she is."

Dianne kissed me for a minute or so, the leaned over me again so that she could look directly into my eyes. "So who was she? The older woman who taught you how to make love?"

I had concealed my relationship with Mrs. Soames from everyone, and my instinctive reaction was to deny she existed. How did Dianne know? But then I understood. She had fucked quite a few men, and most likely her best lovers had all been seduced by older women. Her eyes sparkled in triumph as she stared into my eyes, knowing she could see that she had guessed correctly.

Dianne's question had caused me to remember making love to Mrs. Soames in her bed, in her living room, on a blanket in the woods, and in the dressing room of a large department store. Mrs. Soames had been my piano teacher beginning when I was twelve. She seduced me the summer before I joined the Army, and we had carried on an intermittent affair (now over) for the next five years. She was more than twenty years older than I was - almost the same age as my mother!

I answered Dianne's question honestly. "Mrs. Soames. You're right. She was more than twice my age. She was my . . . "

Dianne cut me off by kissing me. "No. Not her formal name. I usually like to hear the whole story, but not this time. What did you call her? Right after making love."

"Her name was Deborah. I called . . . I called her 'My Darling Debbie.'"

"Was she your first?" I nodded, and Dianne kissed me. She looked me in the eyes again, and after several seconds she said, "Thank you, Darling Debbie. Thank you very much."

Then Dianne kissed me passionately. She made a funny sound against my mouth, almost a sob. I started to ask her what was wrong, but she distracted me by kissing me harder and fondling my genitals. I almost immediately became erect. We made love slowly, stretching out our excitement as long as we could. We fell asleep tightly wrapped around each other as had become our custom.




A Bargain Ch. 04



MONDAY MORNING SURPRISE

Dianne shook me awake. She was standing beside the bed, fully dressed. I looked at the clock and it said 4:15. "What's going on, Dianne? Why are you already dressed and . . .?"

"I can't do it again, Don." For the first time I saw the streaks of tears on her face. "That was our last time. Thanks. It was great. Better than that. Wonderful."

"Whadya mean? We've still got a coupla days? Why . . .?"

"Because I can't, that's why. I need to clean up every trace of us from my room, and you need to get my smell out of your car so that Jenn doesn't notice it. It may take both of us two days to get that done."

"That's bullshit! What's really going on?"

Dianne stared at me. I saw fresh tears running down her cheeks. "I was a fool, " she said. "I thought I could have sex with you and not get emotionally involved. But I can't. It's going to hurt to give you back to Jenn. That's why we can't do it again. Goodnight, Don."

"Wait! What the fuck do you think happened to me? Do you think it didn't mean anything to me, either?"

"Don, you're in love with Jenn. I offered myself to you with the promise of no emotional attachments, and you accepted. On that basis. I just can't live up to it. And that comes as a surprise to me. No matter what you feel for me, it's Jenn you're going to be with. Just don't EVER tell her about what we did while she was gone, okay? I'd like to stay her friend. And maybe be invited to your wedding."

With an abrupt swallowed sob, Dianne bolted for the door. Then she was gone. I lay in my bed trying to sort out my feelings. They were confused, twisted, and tangled. I was in love with Jenn, but what did I feel for Dianne? Was it the beginning of love, or was I just overwhelmed by the intensity of the sex we shared? I wondered how Jenn would feel about me when she got back. I wondered if she had fucked her old boyfriend. If she had, would I still love her? If she had decided she didn't love me, could I go back to Dianne even if I was still in love with Jenn? Would that we fair to Dianne? 

I didn't get any more sleep that night. I knew I was in love with Jenn, but I my powerful feelings for Dianne were confusing me. Could the power of raw sexual attraction be that strong? But I felt the same desire for Jenn! As much as I still wanted to make love to Dianne, I knew my desire to make love to Jenn was even stronger. Was that only because I hadn't fucked her yet? But Jenn might come back and tell me that she wasn't interested. So what would I do then? Would I try to pick up Dianne on the rebound?

For the next two days Dianne managed to avoid seeing me, even at meals. I really missed her, and not just for the great sex. We'd talked and shared all kinds of personal and important things while lying naked in bed together. I'd been a fool to become so intimate with two women at once. How much of my love for Jenn was based upon the smug satisfaction I felt for having taught her to enjoy her sexual side? How much of what I felt for Dianne was the pride I felt for having been a good lover with an experienced woman? Were my feelings that shallow, based only upon my own puffed-up ego?

So for the next two days I spent a lot of time, alone, wondering about a lot of things. As I drove to the airport to meet Jenn's plane, I was no closer to understanding what was going on in my head. 

I was only certain of one thing. I really wanted to make love to Jenn - at least once. Whether or not we got engaged, whether or not she wanted to be with her old boyfriend, whether or not she'd fucked her old boyfriend while she was home, I wanted to complete - consummate - the sex lessons I'd begun teaching her. Perhaps if I'd only had the sense to realize what that implied, all of us could have been spared a lot of needless emotional pain.

This story continues in "A Bargain Ch.5: Resolution - Lust, Love, and More."



A Bargain Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Resolution

WEDNESDAY: JENN RETURNS

As we had previously arranged, I was waiting to pick Jenn up at the airport. Dianne and I hadn't had sex for a couple of days, and our extremely torrid affair was over. Even if Jenn found out about Dianne and me, I decided I wouldn't feel guilty. After all, it was Jenn who had told me to go and have sex while she was gone. In effect it was Jenn who had precipitated my affair with Dianne.

Deciding I wouldn't feel guilty was one thing, but actually feeling guilt-free was another. Jenn had certainly not implied that I should fuck the woman who slept in her room in the bed next to her. She hadn't set any boundaries, but I knew I didn't want to tell Jenn about Dianne and me!

All of this was churning in my mind as I waited for the passengers to deplane. I was apprehensive. I knew I was falling deeply in love with Jenn, in spite of the affection and passion I felt for Dianne. But had Jenn decided that she was also in love with me? Or would she tell me that she loved her old beau? Was I going to be her lover - or just a male friend? I'd slept with Dianne and started to fall in love with her, too, but it hadn't diminished my feelings for Jenn. Had Jenn slept with her old lover? And if so, how had it affected her feelings toward me?

As I waited, I struggled to paste the correct expression on my face. I hadn't really been unfaithful, but it still felt as if I had. Could I keep that guilty feeling from showing? I watched the steady stream of people coming down the hallway. 

Finally I saw Jenn coming. As she approached, my penis vainly attempted to wave to her through my pants. God, she turned me on! Jenn kissed me hello, but it was a friendly kiss, not a romantic one. She was stiff, tense, and clearly as nervous as I was. My erection quickly subsided.

I drove her back to campus and carried her bags to her room. During the drive we talked about her flight, her parents, and the weather. Neither of us wanted to bring up what was really on our mind. I said hello to Dianne, whom I'd last seen two days earlier in my bedroom, then I left since it was obvious they had lots of girl-talk to take care of. Jenn agreed to meet me in the dining hall for breakfast the next morning.

Jenn kissed me goodnight at the door, and this kiss was a little better, but not much. She was still tense and tight in my arms. While I hadn't expected sex, I had hoped I would get more than a couple of kisses. I didn't like the message she was sending me, but there was obviously nothing I could do about it. If she was still in love with her old boyfriend, I knew she was much too moral to cheat on him with me.

UNBELIEVABLE THURSDAY WITH JENN

At breakfast we couldn't carry on much of a conversation since several other people joined us, including Dianne. The most important item of information concerned Jenn's moving out of the dorm for the remaining ten weeks of the summer. 

One of the professors in our department was taking a sabbatical leave, and she had needed someone to live in her apartment until the end of August. She was concerned that her apartment would be broken into if it were vacant all summer, and Jenn had agreed to move in until the fall semester began. Apparently she had arranged everything by telephone while she was visiting her parents.

So I made several trips in my VW, back and forth from the dorm to the professor's apartment. It took most of the afternoon, but Jenn was finally moved in. It seemed ironic that Jenn now had a private place where the two of us could make love without fear of interruption, but she had obviously decided that we were only going to be platonic friends. I didn't look forward to reversing the move in a couple of months, but as her friend, I would certainly help her to do that. Shit!

With Jenn temporarily moved out, Dianne's room was now an unofficial private room. So it would have been possible to continue to make love to Dianne without anyone finding out. But until Jenn told me that she wanted me out of her romantic - and sexual - life, I wasn't going to risk having sex with Dianne. If I still had a chance to make a life with Jenn, then that's exactly what I would attempt to do. Given the way Jenn was acting toward me, that didn't seem likely. The affection I felt for Dianne was strong enough that I didn't want to have a rebound-affair with her. I simply couldn't treat her that way.

So I found myself sexually cut off from the two women with whom I most wanted to make love. Both of their bedrooms were private, so if I were really just interested in fucking them, I could probably alternate nights without either of them finding out the truth. At least for a while. But my emotional entanglements with both of them meant I probably couldn't fuck either of them. Sometimes life's a bitch!

Jenn's temporary off-campus apartment was reasonably large, with a living/family room, kitchen, two bedrooms, and two baths. Washers and driers were located in the basement. Each apartment in the complex had two assigned parking places. The professor had used one of the bedrooms as an office, and Jenn decided she'd use it for studying. The other bedroom had a king-sized bed. Given the continuing absence of romantic signals from Jenn, I assumed I'd never get to sleep in it.

The apartment complex also had a relatively large swimming pool, although its deck appeared to be more popular. From one of the apartment windows I could see a couple of dozen well-tanned bodies baking in the sun. Most of the women were topless, a state of undress not allowed in public pools but apparently acceptable here. I wasn't going to complain! I'd already learned that nearly all of the renters were upper- level undergraduates, graduate students, and young faculty members. In other words everyone was in the prime of sexual attractiveness, availability, and interest. 

Even if we weren't going to be lovers, I hoped that Jenn would invite me over so that I could get a better look as several of the sunbathers. Jenn chided me for staring at a buxom brunette wearing nothing but the bottoms of a skimpy bikini. What had caught and held my eye was the sight of her lying on her back as she rubbed suntan lotion over her bare nipples. Her actions made her breasts jiggle and her nipples point up.

Jenn was pretty much settled in by 5:00, and I asked her if she would like to go to a movie later that evening. She declined. "I'd rather not. We have some things we really need to talk out. How about . . . how about you come back about 8:30? I can catch something quick to eat and sort of settle in. Then we can talk, okay?"

I agreed, and Jenn gave me a quick kiss at the door. Once again I could feel how tense she was, and I began bracing myself for the I-just-want-you-as-a-friend lecture from her. I only picked at my food in the dining hall, and several of my friends thought I was sick. I took the easy way out and lied, telling them that my stomach was upset. 

I parked next to Jenn's car in one of the numbered spaces assigned to her apartment, and promptly at 8:30 I rang the doorbell. She was standing behind the door as it opened, and all I could see was her face. I walked in and turned around and saw her, and I almost dropped the bottle of wine I was carrying. She was wearing the black negligee I'd purchased for her on our mountain getaway. Wearing it was her signal to me that she had decided we could make love. To say I was astonished completely understates my reaction.

Jenn giggled at the expression on my face. She stepped forward and took the wine from my hand, then grinned. "Surprise!"

I watched Jenn dash into the kitchen, put the wine in the refrigerator, then hurry back to me. I had chosen the negligee because it was almost transparent. I could clearly see Jenn's nipples and areolae through her top, and the gray shadow of her blonde pubic hair was visible between her legs. Her breasts bounced as she moved. She was effectively nude. "We can drink the wine later, Don. But I don't want to wait any longer for you to make love to me!"

Jenn wrapped her arms around me and smashed her mouth against mine. I pulled her firmly against me and slipped my hands down to her behind. I supported her weight as she wrapped her legs around my waist. After several minutes exploring each other's mouths with our tongues, we finally broke the kiss. She had her arms around my neck, so I caressed her breasts through the negligee. Her nipples were stuff and jutting out.

"I didn't bring any protection. I thought . . . "

"Don't need it! I'm on the pill!" Jenn giggled again at the surprised look on my face. "Silly, you were there! I got the prescription filled just before I flew home! You drove me! Besides, I just finished my period."

We kissed again, and I began carrying Jenn toward her bedroom. I wasn't going to pass up a chance to make love to Jenn, even if this turned out to be a one-time, gratitude fuck. But just in case I was only going to get one opportunity to have sex with her, I wanted to make the most of it. Jenn dropped off of me as we entered the bedroom. "Wait, Don!" She pulled herself away from me and jumped onto the bed. She lay on her back, with her head on a pillow, with her hands over her head and with her knees up and her legs spread apart. "Remember this?"

In the cabin Jenn had posed herself in almost exactly the same position, but this time I knew I was finally going to make love to her, not fuck her with a dildo. "I could never forget! Just lie there like that while I get undressed!"

The only light in the bedroom came from lights outside the apartment shining faintly through the drapes. It was dim and it was romantic, but it was still enough to see clearly. 

I stared at Jenn's barely-covered pussy as I undressed. I didn't rush, but I didn't waste any time. Moisture seeping from inside her made a wet spot in the crotch of her panties, and the fabric became more and more transparent as the wet spot enlarged. I had closely examined her pussy more than once, but somehow today's view through her panties was much more erotic.

Jenn's attention was fixed on the bulge in my boxers, and I watched her eyes as I pulled them down. Her pupils visibly dilated and she smiled as my erection emerged. I looked down and watched a drop of pre-cum slowly emerged form its tip. 

I crawled onto the bed and stopped with my knees between Jenn's legs, almost touching her pussy. As I leaned down to kiss her, she began to gently and lovingly stroke my penis and balls with both hands. She moaned against my mouth as our tongues rubbed back and forth against each other. Her erotic touches were so gentle yet so powerful that I paused to savor them.

Jenn's tongue action became more forceful, and I could smell the familiar scent of her fresh pussy juices. She was no longer simply caressing my genitals. Instead she was giving me a handjob, and I could feel the familiar pressure beginning to build. I broke our kiss. "Unless you want me to cum all over your negligee, you might want to stop that!" 

Jenn opened her eyes, and I could see how much passion she was feeling. "NO! I want to feel you inside me when you cum." She pushed my penis between her legs and wrapped her arms around me as our kiss continued.

I broke our kiss again. "I want to look at your pussy, Jenn. I want to smell and taste your excitement." She moaned and let me move down her body. I licked her navel as fast as I could move my tongue and she made little squeals of pleasure. I dragged my face against her panties as I slowly approached her crotch, and she arched her back and moaned. Her scent was rich, pungent, and thick.

As the top of my nose pushed past Jenn's pubic bone and began to press against her crotch, I leaned forward on my elbows and cupped her breasts through the negligee. I rubbed her stiff nipples through the silky material, and her wordless cries told me how close she was. She was so wet I could feel moisture on my face as I pushed against her panties.

I rubbed my tongue against Jenn's panties, pressing the material against her engorged labia. I licked and tongued her pussy as if the panties were not there. I tasted her as her juice clung to my tongue. She was breathing in short gasps and grunting between breaths. I continued licking the crotch of her panties and her body began to twitch in little jerking motions.

I let Jenn stay right on the edge for a couple of minutes. Then I pushed her panties as far as I could inside her with my tongue. At the same time I squeezed her nipples. She thrust her hip up against my face and screamed. Her thighs cut of the sound as her legs clamped hard around my head. 

I could feel Jenn's body trembling, and I kept wiggling my tongue against the material inside her. When she began to come back down, I gradually slowed down and reduced the pressure I was applying with my tongue. I rubbed her breasts gently through the fabric. When she arched her hips and spread her knees apart, I could hear her breathing fast and softly moaning.

I tugged at Jenn's bikini bottoms, and she lifted her hips off the bed to help me pull them down her legs. They were so wet I could have wrung her juice from them. I tossed them onto the floor. I untied the bow at the front of her negligee top, and spread it open, exposing her breasts. I watched them bounce as she tried to catch her breath. I returned to Jenn's pussy. I blew gently on her wet labia, and her vagina reacted with a sudden, hard twitch. "Oh! Cold!" Jenn moaned. I lapped and sucked the fresh juices flowing out of her until my face was coated. Some I swallowed, but I kept as much as I could inside my mouth.

I moved back up Jenn's body, and I kissed her, smearing her own pussy juice over the lower half of her face. As her tongue pushed between my teeth, the juice from my mouth flowed into hers. "Tasting myself is so raw, so primitive, so stimulating. I'd almost forgotten!" Clearly the old boyfriend didn't eat pussy - or if he did, he didn't kiss afterwards. 

I moved down to Jenn's breasts, and I kissed, licked, and sucked on them. I reached down to her pussy and slipped two fingers into her. Because she had just climaxed, I easily found her firm, spongy G-spot. I gently massaged it as I continued to move my mouth over her breasts. She immediately responded to the dual stimulation.

I took my time. As Jenn climbed toward orgasm, I stopped one or the other until she came down a little. At random intervals I pressed my thumb against her clitoris. Her arousal came faster and stronger than two weeks earlier at the cabin. After about thirty minutes I found I could keep her arousal at a high level without giving her an orgasm. 

When Jenn began to thrust her hips against my fingers, I sucked as hard as I could on one of her nipples, I moved my fingers as fast as I could on her G-spot, and I pressed my thumb firmly against her clitoris. She flew into an orgasm with a loud scream. "EEEEEE!"

It was a great climax. Jenn's body twisted and jerked under me on the bed, and her scream stopped abruptly as she held her breath. Her arms and legs jerked several times. I continued my forceful stimulation, and her orgasm continued. Her thighs were clamping firmly against my hand, and her vagina was squeezing my fingers. When those reactions started weakening, I let my stimulation gradually taper off. She caught a couple of quick breaths, then began to breathe rapidly in and out. 

She clutched at me and kissed me really hard. It felt strange to kiss her and have her breathing hard at the same time. I gently rubbed her pussy, and she moaned into my mouth.

I let Jenn recover to the point where she wasn't gasping for breath. Then I moved back down to her pussy. I lubricated an index finger in her abundant juices, and I slowly and carefully pushed it into her anus. She moaned in response to the unexpected penetration.

At the cabin I'd taught Jenn to enjoy oral sex, and I knew what she liked. I hoped the finger in her behind would provide her with some interesting and new sensations. She pressed her pussy firmly against my face as I pushed my tongue as far into her vagina as I could go.

I moved my finger slowly in and out of Jenn's anus as I licked and kissed her labia. Enough pussy juice was leaking out of her vagina to keep my finger lubricated, and I could feel her sphincter squeezing and relaxing as my finger moved. After fifteen or twenty minutes, she was ready to climb the walls.

I gave a quick lick to her clitoris, and it poked out from under its hood. "Unnh! I can't take much more of this! Why are you taking . . . Unnh! . . . so long? I thought you wanted to fuck me!"

Instead of answering Jenn, I picked up the in-and-out tempo with my finger, and I make little circles around her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. She began to moan when her clitoris stayed out, red, swollen, and hard. 

Jenn's arousal began to rise and fall in obvious waves, and I stayed slightly ahead of her. I moved my finger fast and pressed my tongue against her clitoris to lift her arousal, then stopped my finger and licked her labia to bring it back down. After a few minutes I was in complete control of her excitement.

I took her a little higher, then brought Jenn back down. Then higher yet, then down. By the fifth time, she didn't come back down. She crushed her pussy against my face to increase the pressure on her clitoris, and her orgasm erupted. I could feel her vagina vibrating against the finger I had in her rectum, and her mons pubis was trembling against my nose. She leaned back and screamed, "AAAAAEEEEE!" I was able to hold her at the peak for a long time.

When Jenn's orgasm began to subside, I removed my finger and lay on top of her. She wrapped her arms around my chest and squeezed as her breathing returned to normal. We shared her juices in another long kiss. 

Jenn finally pulled her mouth away from mine. "What are you waiting for? You're acting like this is the only time we'll ever do it!"

Jenn had sensed my concern. I still didn't know if this was going to be a one- time fuck, but I couldn't wait any longer. "Watch with me, Jenn. Watch us join together."

Jenn sat halfway up, mainly leaning on her elbows, and watched as I moved my penis against her pussy. I slowly moved the head up and down her slippery, wet slit. Her labia separated and I could see her vagina opening. I gently pushed, and she gripped my knob. "Oh! The pressure of you forcing yourself into me feels unbelievable!" She made a long moan and closed her eyes. 

"No, Jenn! Watch!" There is perhaps no more meaningful and memorable event in the lives of two lovers than is their first coupling. It is physically as close as two lovers can be, and I wanted both of us to experience and share this moment to its fullest. 

Jenn opened her eyes. They were deep, dark pools of raw excitement. Her mouth was open, but she was smiling. She watched as I pushed again, and another inch of my penis entered her. She moaned with pleasure again but kept watching. 

I pulled out until I felt Jenn's vagina clamp tightly around the base of my knob, then I slowly went back in. Her juices coated the end of my penis and sparkled in the dim light. Most of my shaft was dry, and my penetration depth was clearly shown by the area marked with her special fluid. Jenn was now chewing on her lower lip as she often did when she concentrated.

The look on Jenn's face showed that she had never experienced this sort of intimacy when her boyfriend had fucked her. I was in no hurry, and I prolonged our first time as long as I could. As she stared in wide-eyed amazement, I gradually slipped deeper and deeper into her, each time coming slowly back out until she only had my knob inside her vagina.

Jenn's vagina gripped my penis in a firm, tight, wet grip. I changed the angle of my thrusts as I moved in and out, and I explored the folds and creases inside her with my penis. I learned how to avoid the places that caused her discomfort. She grunted as I brushed over her G-spot, and her breathing became quick and shallow. Every few seconds she would deliberately clamp down and squeeze hard around my penis, and we would both groan with pleasure.




A Bargain Ch. 05



I slow-fucked Jenn as long as I could, but as soon as my penis was completely inside her, my body and my pubic hair pressed against her overstimulated clitoris. I felt her orgasm begin with that first, full thrust against her body. Jenn began to tremble as she watched my penis come out, then go completely back in again three more times before she completely lost control.

I felt a pulsing vibration against my penis begin from deep inside her body. Then her vagina began to squeeze my penis in faster and faster pulses. She thrust her hips against me so that my penis would press harder and faster into her. She leaned her head back and began to make one long, continuous moan.

I moved faster, in and out of Jenn, and she screamed, "AAAAAEEEEYAAH!" I pushed as hard as I could against her, and she repeatedly thrust her hips up against my groin. We rubbed and twisted against each other in quick, irregular, jerking movements with our pubic hair crushed and tangled together. My first ejaculation squirted deep inside her. I groaned as I felt the wet heat as my semen passed out of me, and she immediately cried, "AAAH!"

I had several more bursts, and Jenn cried out with each one. Her vagina continued to tremble and squeeze my penis, and I remained erect. After several long, deep breaths, she wrapped her legs around me and screamed again, a cry of primitive joy, and she clasped my thighs with her legs so that my penis was locked inside her.

We lay together like that, with her wrapped around me, hugging me and keeping my penis inside her, and we slowly caught our breath. We held each other and kissed, giggled, and laughed in our joy. I had never felt so completely connected to another human being. There were no words do describe our feelings, and we didn't ruin the moment by trying.

It seemed like an eternity later when my arms began to tremble from supporting my weight. There was plenty of room on the huge bed for me to roll Jenn over on top of me without disconnecting our conjoined sexual organs. We carefully maintained our connection as she slipped her legs out from under me, then squatted atop me. I gently rubbed my hands up and down her body, caressing every part of her that I could reach. We kissed, nibbling and licking at each other's faces. We made nonsense sounds, not words, but we both understood every syllable, every tone, every gasp.

Jenn squeezed my penis every few seconds, and even though my penis had softened immediately after I ejaculated, it was once again completely erect. As she gently moved her body against mine, I could feel her cervix rubbing my shaft. She was gently caressing my sensitive crown with her hot, wet vaginal creases. I didn't want the profound feeling that we were sharing one body to ever end.

The intensity of the physical sensations finally began to wane, and I began to think about making love to Jenn again. Jenn ran her tongue over my lips and spoke first. "Wow!"

"That's all? Wow?"

Jenn giggled and kissed me. "Okay, wonderful wow! Incredible wow! Fantastic wow! Unbelievable wow!"

Jenn kissed me before continuing. "I couldn't believe how . . . how impossibly incredible it felt to feel your penis slowly going in and out of me, deeper and deeper. And watching it too! Just feeling the pressure almost sent me off! I thought it couldn't get better, but it did!"

We played tongue-tag for several breaths. "I felt your orgasm start. From way down inside." 

"You did? I could feel heat, almost a burning, everywhere you touched me, inside. And it grew and grew. My nipples even burned! But it was with intense pleasure, not pain! And then it started. Down deep, like you said."

"I could feel you trembling all over. And then you started to squeeze my penis so hard I thought you were trying to suck it inside you!"

"That's exactly the way it started! The heat spread out, and my whole body started to tingle with the most incredible sensations! Then I felt . . . like waves, rolling out from deep inside, from around your penis, spreading outward over my body. Again and again. I think I screamed!"

"You did! And so did I when I felt myself pumping semen into you."

"I felt that, too! I could feel you get bigger inside me, and then a sudden wet heat as you came! Six times! I counted! I didn't know I would feel them! Each one made the waves come faster and harder!"

"What were you feeling when I finally ran dry and couldn't do more?"

"I was happy and sad at the same time! If you had kept going like that, I think I would have died! I just wanted to hold you inside me forever! We were really united, weren't we? Just a couple of layers of skin was all there was separating us. But that didn't stop us from sharing our feelings. Our love."

Jenn gave a happy laugh and kissed me hungrily on the lips. We cuddled and giggled for several more minutes.

"I thought guys always got soft afterwards. How come you're still hard?"

"I think that's your fault! You kept squeezing and pulling on it, and, well, it stayed stiff. Does it bother you?"

"NO! I felt you cum, so I know you had a climax. And I love how he feels inside me! So much better than Donnie! What do you call him?"

"What makes you think I have a name for it . . . well, him?"

"I have a name for mine! Tell you mine if you tell me yours!"

"You first! I don't think a girl has ever told me her pet name for her pussy!"

"I'm a woman, not a girl! At least I am now after what we just did!"

"So what do you call it?"

"Her! She's definitely female, in case you didn't notice! She's Rapunzel."

I laughed. "Because her golden hair hangs down so low? I like it!"

"So what do you call yours?"

"Merlin."

"The wizard from King Arthur? I don't get it!"

"Well, mostly I use him to take a whiz, so he's my wizard. But he's also full of magic!"

Jenn giggled. "Dianne was pretty close with 'magic wand,' wasn't she!?"

We giggled, cuddled, and kissed. I didn't want to talk about Dianne! Jenn suddenly leaned up. "Merlin's still standing upright. Is he full of magic again?"

I laughed. "Sure, Jenn! But this time you'll have to work a lot harder to get his magic to come out! Why don't you sit on top of me and take charge this time?"

It was apparent that this position was a new one for Jenn, and her first few hip thrusts caused Merlin to come completely out of her. "Oops!" She giggled. He was firm and slippery, and gravity pulled him down so that he was aiming at my face. She tried without success to twist around and find the correct angle. "How do I get him back in?"

"Hold him with your hand! You've done that before."

"But he's . . . well, he's covered with . . . stuff!"

Jenn's attack of fastidiousness was amusing, given what I could feel slowly flowing out of her and coating my balls. Apparently she had forgotten some of her lessons at the cabin. "And more is dripping out of you now that he's not plugging Rapunzel's mouth. Go ahead and grab him! Aim him the way you want!"

I almost laughed as I watched Jenn try to avoid taking hold of my erection as she struggled to mount me again. It was obvious that she was trying to avoid touching the bright steaks of my semen that were mixed with her own excretions. When Merlin was finally firmly seated inside her again, she held her fingers up as if she didn't want to touch anything with them. I grabbed her hand and licked her fingers clean, and then I pulled her down and kissed her.

"I forgot!" she said. "It tastes so . . . exotic!" 

I reached between us and collected more of our gunk on my hand. Jenn licked everything from my fingers, then kissed me. "That is so incredibly sexy! I can taste some from both of us!" she said as she kissed me again.

I can't find the words to describe the look on Jenn's face as she rode me and experimented with different movements, angles, and twists. Unrestrained joy is a start, but that is only a pale description of her face as each orgasm overwhelmed her. After she had climaxed a couple of times, she concentrated on my reactions to her various activities, and once she discovered how to squeeze me as she slowly lifted up, I couldn't hold back. I heard her laugh of triumphant joy change into an orgasmic scream at the same time I yelled and began to ejaculate.

I fell asleep with Jenn on top of me. I was vaguely aware when she moved us away from the wet mess we'd left under us. An hour or two later I awoke to find I was spooning against her, with my right arm over her body and my hand between her breasts. She was sound asleep, and I savored the touch and scent of her body. Her back was still covered by the negligee, and its silky smoothness made her curves feel especially feminine.

The intoxicating fragrance of our earlier mating had permeated the entire room, and my penis responded by quickly rising once again. In seconds it was poking uncomfortably against the backs of Jenn's thighs. I slowly moved my right arm until I could take hold of her right knee, and I gently lifted it. She stretched and sighed in her sleep, and my erection snapped up between her legs. I lowered her leg, and my erection was now between her thighs. Her skin was still slippery with our combined juices.

I reached down with my hand and pressed the head of my penis against Jenn's pussy, and I scooted lower on the bed. I thrust gently forward and back several times, and by pressing on the head of my penis, I was able to slowly move it until it was pressing against her opening. Her labia were wet and relaxed. She stirred in her sleep, and I waited until her breathing resumed its regular, slow cadence.

I began a slow forward and back thrusting motion, rubbing my knob against Jenn's labia. After several minutes I felt them begin to swell. I adjusted my position, and the head of my penis began to force her vagina to open. I pushed slowly and I slowly began to enter her. 

"Oh! I like waking up this way!" Jenn said as her vaginal opening clamped firmly around the base of my knob. She deliberately tightened her grip on my penis, and she moaned. "Nnnnnnh! The pressure. Opening me up. It feels so incredibly erotic! This is what I thought you were going to do that first night at the cabin!"

"Just relax, Jenn. I'm not going to get all the way in, but I think you'll enjoy it."

"Is this 'doggy-style?' Nnh! God, that's incredible!"

I laughed. "Not really! We can do that later!"

I moved slightly up Jenn's body so that my penis would press firmly against the front of her vagina. I felt her body stiffen as my tumescent probe rubbed her G-spot. "Oh! I really like that! Unnh! Don't stop!" she murmured.

I could easily tell when I touched Jenn's spot by her verbal and physical responses, so I slowly moved in and out and from side to side, never going far away from it. I reached my right hand over her body and I gently caressed her breasts, paying particular attention to her rigid nipples. I could tell she was slowly getting more and more excited, and I took my time. I was in no hurry. 

I didn't want to be too rough and bruise Jenn's pussy. When she had ridden me, she had bounced fairly hard a couple of times. I knew she might be sore in the morning, and I didn't want her too uncomfortable in case she was going to continue our intimacy. If this turned out to be the only night we had sex, I wanted her to remember it for a long, long time. And I wanted it to be better than what she ever received from her old boyfriend, assuming he was still in the picture. I wanted her to remember that I'd made love to her, not merely fucked her.

Even though Jenn was dripping juices, after about a half-hour of gently caressing Jenn's G-spot with my penis, it was starting to get sore from all of the rubbing in the same area on the sensitive skin on the bottom of my crown. I was wondering how much longer I could continue, but she solved the problem for me.

"Don, I can't take this any more! I'm going crazy again! Do something!"

"Reach down and rub your clit, Jenn. I'll match your movements until you climax."

Jenn did exactly that. She rubbed several times quickly, then stopped, then several times quickly again. She began to rub herself faster and faster, and I had to work hard to keep up with her. "Oh God! I'm so close! I can't believe I'm not . . . Oh! Oh! EEEEE!" Her climax arrived with an abruptness that caught us both by surprise. She clamped her legs so tightly together than I could barely move my penis inside her. 

Her body trembled and Jenn's vagina squeezed my penis once again. I ejaculated and immediately began to soften. I caressed her breasts as her climax came down from its peak. I was still awake when she fell asleep with my flaccid penis barely inside her body. I fell asleep still rubbing her breasts.

FRIDAY: EXPLANATION, EXPLORATION, AND EXHIBITIONISM

Jenn woke me when she got up to go to the bathroom. She pulled off the negligee top and laid it over a chair. The sight of her naked back brought me to full wakefulness. I followed her in and kissed her as she sat on the toilet. That was a mistake! We both had truly disgusting morning breath. Apparently sex juices had fermented into something rancid in our mouths. Jenn found an unused toothbrush, and after we thoroughly brushed our teeth, tongues, and the insides of our mouths, we kissed again.

Even with the taste of toothpaste it was a romantic kiss. But the stench of old sweat and the sour stink of stale sex coming from our crotches soon discouraged us. Jenn waited while I urinated, then we shared a long, loving shower. I knew I would enjoy scrubbing her body, but her attitude toward mine was not what I had anticipated, even after our night of sex.

When we had showered at the cabin, Jenn had been affectionate. But now her fondness for every part of my body overwhelmed me. I was allowed to use her razor to shave myself, but other than that my body was her personal domain. I doubt I've ever been cleaned so thoroughly, or so lovingly.

Jenn's attitude was also playful. She was humming a little tune to herself as she carefully cleaned my penis and balls, and my penis was so stiff it was throbbing. Still humming she turned me around, poked a finger into my ass, and rubbed my prostate. The sudden pressure in my balls made me weak in the knees.

"Ye Gods! Are you trying to kill me?" I was right at the edge of ejaculation and she knew it. 

Jenn removed her finger, turned me around, and kissed me. "Just checking!"

"Checking what?"

Jenn's smile was wicked. "That you didn't hold anything back last night!" "I'm surprised I can still get hard! You completely drained me last night!"

"That was last night. I hope you've been busy making more, cuz I'm going to want some a little later!" Any concerns I felt that this might be a one-night fuck were completely demolished. 

Jenn did her best to cook breakfast, although with my hands cupping her 34B's and with my bulging meat pressing against her behind, she had a lot of trouble concentrating. Everything was cold before we were done, which wasn't surprising. We fed each other, and we paused to kiss after every mouthful. 

We loaded the dishwasher, then kissed and cuddled on the vinyl bench in the kitchenette. Jenn didn't seem to be in any hurry to talk, but I had a lot of questions.

"I can't believe we made love last night and now we're sitting here like this," I said. "I mean, the way you kissed me when you came back - I thought you weren't going to have anything to do with me!"

Jenn giggled. "I wanted to wear that negligee, and I wanted it to be a surprise! I was afraid to really kiss you cuz you would have known I wanted to make love to you!"

"I thought you were acting so chilly toward me because you had decided . . . "

"That I was in love with Bobby? My old boyfriend?"

"Well . . . yeah. More importantly that you weren't interested in me."

Jenn grinned. "Well, I fooled you, didn't I? I was so excited about seeing you that I used Donnie as soon as Dianne was asleep!"

After a long kiss I asked, "How did things go with - what's his name? Bobby?"

Jenn moved onto my lap so that she was sitting facing me with her legs apart. Thinking about her fucking her old boyfriend took most of the starch out of my penis, and she fondled my genitals with both hands. "You mean, did I fuck him? Yes I did. Several times." 

Jenn continued to caress my penis and balls, but I wasn't getting erect. "I'm sorry it hurts you. But I had to see if what I once felt for him was real or not. After that trip to the cabin with you, I . . . I didn't know how else to decide."

"I understand, Jenn, but just thinking about it hits me like a blow to the gut."

Jenn kissed me. "Were you a monk while I was gone?"

"No, you basically told me to get laid, and I did."

"More than once?"

"Yes."

"More than one woman?"

"No."

Jenn was silent for several seconds. "I think I know how you feel. Just thinking about you making love to a woman I don't even know - well, it hurts." I hoped she never learned that she DID know the woman! "But that's what we did and we can't change that."

Jenn's hands were still busy, although without any real success. "What we did last night. Well, that was so incredibly wonderful! I really feel that I became a woman for the first time. I didn't hold anything back, and I just let my feelings for you overwhelm me. And feeling your seed as it splashed out of you! I never expected that!"

"But I though he - Bobby - had almost gotten you pregnant."

"We only had sex twice after highschool. Both times were so quick I don't remember much - except the pain."

"But while you were away? Didn't you . . .?"

"I was going to make him wear a condom, but I didn't have to tell him because he wore one anyway. So I never felt it from him. Only from you. Last night. And maybe if I can get you hard, in a little while!"

I was just starting to become erect. "Hah! Telling you that I like fucking you makes you hard! Or maybe it's telling you that I didn't do something with Bobby! Okay, I'll tell you the whole thing."

"Jenn, you don't have to. I'll get over . . . whatever I'm feeling right now."

"No, I'm going to tell you. I'm not going to keep secrets from you. I'm in love with you!"

Our kiss lasted a lot longer, and Jenn's finger actions finally worked. She carefully moved forward on my lap, lifted up, and wiggled until the first couple of inches of my penis entered her. "Oh, that's nice!" she said. "I can't describe how it feels as Merlin slowly spreads me open like that!"

Jenn kissed me again. "Do you?" she asked.

"Do I what?" 

"You know what I mean! DO YOU?"

"Of COURSE I want to fuck you, Jenn!" Jenn started to say something, and I added, "Because I love you!" and Jenn exploded into giggling. We kissed a lot, and I was distracted by Jenn's vagina squeezing the end of my penis, but she talked me through the story of her sex with Bobby. At least he rented a room in a hotel, so they didn't have sex in the back seat of a car. But that was about the only thing he did right. Apparently his foreplay consisted of getting naked, then pulling Jenn's clothes off her as fast as he could.

"As soon as I was naked, he put a condom on. Then he smeared something greasy all over it. Good thing, too, since I wasn't wet at all! He climbed on top of me and just pushed until he was all the way in. It hurt when he hit things inside me. He went in and out for a couple of minutes and then he groaned and pulled out of me. He lay back on the bed, and I watched his penis go soft. He pulled the condom off and tossed it onto the floor. Then he pulled me on top of him and he fell asleep.

"He woke up after about a half-hour, and we got dressed. He took me back to my folks' house. When he kissed me goodnight, he told me how good I was in bed. That was the second night I was home. I was in my own bed before midnight. I had to use Donnie to get to sleep.




A Bargain Ch. 05



"He fucked me four more times while I was home. One night we slept together until dawn, and he fucked me twice. He tried to talk me into doing it without a condom, but I wouldn't let him. He nibbled on my nipples until they hurt, but he wouldn't put his mouth lower on me than my breasts. I started moving down his stomach to give him a blowjob, and he told me that I was acting like a slut. That I was being gross and depraved.

"If you hadn't taken me to the cabin, I might have accepted everything he did and been happy. But not after what you and I did together! Bobby's an ignorant, selfish pig. I tried to teach him how to be a better lover, but he wasn't interested. All he cares about is getting himself off. Listening to him grunt and groan as he used me as a fuck- object killed any lingering feelings I ever had for him.

"I refused to go out with him the last five nights I was home, and he called me - what were his exact words? I remember! 'An ungrateful cunt.' I'm not sure what he thought I was supposed to be grateful for! 

"So I used Donnie every night and thought about you and hoped you were sitting alone in your room thinking about me. Then I decided to surprise you with the negligee - and here we are!" Jenn wiggled delightfully against my stiff sausage. "And where are we, exactly?" I asked.

"Why, sitting naked with our bodies joined together after a night of passion, talking about love!"

"Aren't you going to ask me what I did while you were gone?"

"No, I think I'm better off not knowing. Let's face it. You know how to make love, and if you were doing it with someone else, she enjoyed it - and so did you! And it wasn't your fault! I told you to fuck somebody else! I just had no idea that Bobby would be so incredibly BAD in the sack!"

"I think I need to help you erase that memory. I believe I know a way to do just that!" I stood up and Jenn slipped down until our bodies really connected. She locked her ankles around my waist. I carried her back to the bedroom that way, and we made love with considerable alacrity.

When we finished, Jenn locked her ankles around me again, holding me firmly inside her. "Ooooh! I LOVE how it feels when you're inside me! I don't want it to ever end!"

I finally softened, and with a sigh of regret, Jenn released me. "You don't get off that easily, buster!" she announced, and once again I used my mouth to bring her to several more orgasms while she sucked and licked on my useless, limp penis. She spun around on top of me, and once again we shared the intimate tastes of our mating. 

"So where do we go from here?" I asked. "I know we're in love, but it's a little sudden to really make plans, isn't it? How are we going to play this? Should I bring some of my stuff over here so that we can spend more time together?"

Jenn hugged me. "Don't bother bringing any clothes! I like you like this!"

"Be serious! We need to decide some things! What do you want?"

"I want to make love to you every night and wake up in your arms! Can't you just move in?"

"Maybe not all of my stuff, 'cause we'll have to move everything back to the dorm in the fall. Screw the dorm! I'll start looking for an apartment for us. Once I find one we can just forfeit our room deposits. Or am I moving too fast? After all, last week we were both in bed with other people."

"Bobby's completely behind me. I'll be faithful to you. Can you do the same?"

"Jenn, I wouldn't have it any other way. And I'll make love to you so much that you won't have the time - or the energy - to have sex with anybody else!"

"It's a deal. But that's pretty strong talk from a guy whose mast is only at - well, half-mast!"

"Give me some rest and a little time to recover and I'll show you a mast!"

We laughed and talked and cuddled until it was time for lunch. Even though I was still tired, eating with a naked lover does wondrous things for the libido, and my mast was indeed upright by the time Jenn had fed me the last piece of sandwich. But it quickly began to sag. I proposed that we nap in order to regain our full strength so that we could really make love later. She had another idea.

"It's really nice out there today. Why don't we go down to the pool? Maybe meet a few of my neighbors? And rest in the sun?"

"I wouldn't mind resting down there, Jenn, but I didn't bring a suit."

Jenn grinned at me. "I have another surprise! You bought me that sexy, black negligee. Well, after you left yesterday, I went out and bought you something. I can't wait to see you in it!" She laughed and giggled as she ran to the sofa, reached behind it, and pulled out a small box. She handed it me. "Dare you!" 

I pulled off the wrapping and opened the box. Inside was a skimpy black men's bathing suit made of some thin, stretchy material. "I get to put it on you!" Jenn proclaimed. It was fortunate that I'd had so much sex. As a result my fatigue overpowered the erotic stimulation Jenn provided, and I didn't become fully erect. If I had, my penis would have poked out of the suit. The suit was just so small! 

It was essentially a pouch for my genitals, and just enough material to hold it in place. Except for the manly pouch, it could have been a woman's thong. Jenn had to tuck my pubic hair inside the pouch, and she giggled as she did so. "I can't wait to see this when it's wet! It doesn't hide much of anything now!"

Jenn told me to wait, and she ran back to her bedroom. She came back and handed me a matching string bikini. "I bought a set! Now you can dress me! I'll wear mine in public if you'll wear yours!"

Jenn's pubic hair was easier to tuck inside the tiny thong bottom. "You've trimmed your pussy! I thought it looked a little different!"

"Only so I could wear this! Just along the sides. I know how you like it thick!"

Jenn's B-cup breasts were firm and perky which was just as well. The top barely covered her areolae, and the strings that held them in place provided almost no support. I could see her nipples poking against the material. "What possessed you to buy these skimpy suits, Jenn? We'll be arrested if we walk around like this!" 

Jenn grinned. "I thought it would be fun to wear them in here, in the room, and parade around in front of each other. Wouldn't our guests be surprised? But now that I've seen what people wear around the pool down there, we'll be fine!"

Neither of us had taken the time to sunbathe this summer, but the faint remnants of old tans were still faintly visible. Pale white skin which had never seen the light of the sun surrounded our new suits, making them look even smaller. On Jenn the effect was to emphasize her near nudity. Judging from her giggles the effect on me was the same.

I helped Jenn pack a bag with some things to take to the pool. She wore a terrycloth robe, but all I had was one of her beach towels around my shoulders. I felt naked as we walked past fully-dressed people on our way outside.

About two-thirds of the sunbathers were men, and they were prowling for pussy. The unattached women had the continual attention of several men, and I thought it would be interesting to see which women left with which men. All but two of the women were topless, and that certainly made watching them more fun.

Jenn and I spread out our towels. She poked me in the ribs when she saw me watching a buxom brunette smear lotion on her bare breasts, making her nipples stiff in the process. "Down, boy! In case those half-naked honeys don't see we're wearing matching suits, we're going to grease each other up. And I'm going topless right now!" With her back arched, she reached back and undid her top, then dropped it. 

Jenn's untanned breasts and dark nipples made her average-sized boobs sexier than any others on display. I could hear some of the guys whistling and talking about how she looked. She blushed, but she kept her shoulders back and proudly displayed her hard-nippled mammaries.

I couldn't believe how much Jenn had changed. Three weeks before she had been reluctant to be seen by a stranger while she was braless in a T-shirt, but now she was putting her bare breasts on public display. I had unleashed an exhibitionist monster! I might have been worried had I thought through what this change in her behavior implied, but I was completely blinded by her eagerness to make love to me, particularly after she exposed herself in public.

Jenn squirted some suntan lotion into her hands, and she began rubbing it on me. "C'mon, Don!" she whispered. "We'll do each other so that everybody knows we're a couple." She leaned down and began to rub lotion all around the pale skin surrounding my new bathing suit. Her motions silently announced, "This belongs to me!" I loved it.

I returned the favor, and I even tucked some of Jenn's errant pubic hair back under the top of her tiny bottom. She gave me an open-mouthed kiss, and I could see the raw desire on her face. She leaned her back against my chest, and I reached around her with both of my hands to cup her breasts as I smeared lotion on them. If anybody didn't already realize that she and I were sexually involved, her hip movements, back and forth across the erection which was barely contained in my suit, certainly left no doubt.

Because I was there, the prowling wolves left Jenn alone, but they kept looking at her. So did I. She lay on her back with her eyes closed, with her legs comfortably apart. Her pussy was clearly delineated by an obvious crease in her suit. Three weeks earlier she had been a rookie exhibitionist. Now she was a master.

There was an audible sigh from the wolf pack when Jenn rolled onto her stomach. My erection had finally subsided, and I was just getting comfortable, when she said. "That's enough sun, don't you think? Let's hit the pool before we go back up to my apartment."

Before I could react, Jenn stood up, stretched seductively, then walked confidently to the pool and dived in. She was still topless. She had three guys around her before I dived in and pulled her against me. She wrapped her legs around my waist as we kissed. Her hard nipples tickled my chest as we moved in the water.

I whispered in her ear, "Which one do you want? I think you could point to any man here and say, 'Let's fuck!' and he'd follow you to your apartment!"

"That's you! It was fun turning them all on, but now I want you. I NEED you! Let's go NOW!" she whispered back.

"Jenn, I'm almost poking out of my suit! How can I . . .?"

Jenn pouted at me. "Well, if you can't go up to my apartment and take care of me, maybe one of the other guys . . .?" She pulled away from me with a giggle and climbed out of the pool. I followed her.

My erection pushed so hard on my suit that my hairy scrotum showed along the sides. I climbed out of the pool to the amused laughter and comments of both men and women. Jenn put her top on, but didn't fasten it. We grabbed our stuff, including her robe, and hurried back to the apartment. 

Once inside we dropped everything and stripped off our bathing suits. We took the time to spread the towels out to protect the rug, then Jenn pulled me down on top of her. The wet suntan lotion made our skin slippery, and it was unbelievably sexy to caress each other and to be caressed. 

We needed no further foreplay. Exposing herself in public had heated her libido to the boiling point, and Jenn was wet and ready. I slid completely into her with one long, slippery thrust. She matched my hip thrusts, and the wet sounds of our genitals smashing together filled the room. In less than a minute I felt her vagina beginning to vibrate around my penis, and we both screamed as we climaxed together. 

I lay on top of her, still coupled as only lovers can be, leaning on my elbows so that she could breathe, and kissed her lips. Her vagina was still trembling. Her face positively glowed with the aftereffects of her powerful orgasm. "Wow!" she said. Kiss.

"Double Wow! I thought you were going to mount me in the pool!" Kiss.

"You were right!" Kiss. "About it being fun . . . " Kiss. "To show my body . . . " Kiss. "And turn guys on." Kiss. "I could see them getting hard . . ." Kiss. "Just from looking at my bare breasts." Kiss. "And it made my . . . " Kiss. "Nipples got hard." Kiss. "And then I could feel . . . " Kiss. "My pussy starting to . . . " Kiss. "Get wet and push . . . " Kiss. "Against the cloth." Kiss. "When my clittie . . . " Kiss. "Came out, I couldn't . . . " Kiss. "Help myself." Kiss.

"You know, we never . . . " Kiss. "Did meet any of . . . " Kiss. "Your new neighbors!" Kiss.

"Next time! No more talking! Just kiss me!"

We took a shower together and washed off the remains of the suntan lotion. Jenn still had a meal card, so we went back to the dorm to eat. As soon as we sat down, Dianne saw us and brought her tray over to join us.

This story continues in "A Bargain Ch.6: Satisfaction - Public Lust and Love."



A Bargain Ch. 06



Chapter 6: Satisfaction

FRIDAY EVENING AT THE DORM

"Well, it's plain what you two have been doing. You might as well be wearing a sign that says you just had great sex! You act like you're going to mate again right here!" Dianne's observation set the tone for conversation during the remainder of the meal. For the most part I just sat and listened as the women traded sexually-charged comments. It was really awkward sitting so close to two women with whom I had been intimate so recently, and the sexual banter made me feel uneasy. In retrospect I should have paid more attention to my feelings. 

The look in Dianne's eyes when she glanced at me varied from amused, to excited, to analytical, to cold. After we finished eating I was glad to leave the girls alone while I got some things from my room. I'd had to borrow Jenn's extra toothbrush, I'd shaved with her razor, and I really wanted my own things. I threw my toiletries into a small bag, added some clean clothes, then rejoined the women in the dining hall.

They stood up as I approached. Dianne gave Jenn a hug and I heard her say, "Hurry! I think he's ready to do you right here!" Jenn ran up and kissed me, and I looked over her shoulder and watched Dianne's behind flex and wiggle as she walked back to get more coffee. I could remember exactly how it felt to slide my hand between her cheeks, and for a moment I forgot I was kissing Jenn.

"Hey! What are you thinking about?" Jenn asked.

I covered up reasonably well. "Do you think people would mind if we did it here? Like Dianne said? Or should we wait until we're back in the apartment?"

"Silly! Let's get out of here! I can't wait! Maybe we could do it in the car! Is there room in a VW?" 

"I've got a better idea. My roommate's away for the summer. How about up there?" We barely made it to the bed before we were enthusiastically copulating. I'd carried my bag downstairs and back up again, but who cared? 

Jenn woke me several hours later. When I realized where I was, I almost called her Dianne! "Hey! Let's go back to the apartment! I need to pee, and I want to wake up with you in MY bed!"

It was the middle of the night, and almost nobody was around. I put Jenn's clothes in my bag, and I talked her into wearing nothing but one of my long T-shirts. It reached almost to the bottom of her crotch. When we saw people - which we did in the elevator, even at that hour - Jenn had to pull down on the bottom of the shirt to cover her pussy fur, and that made her braless breasts wiggle and her nipples stand up. 

Jenn removed the shirt and rode naked as we drove back to her apartment. She was getting more and more aroused by exposing herself in public, and by the time I parked, I could smell her musky scent. She walked up the stairs and down the hall to her apartment wearing nothing but a smile. 

As soon as we closed the door, she was in my arms. We made slow and gentle love, and about an hour later fell asleep still joined at the groin. 

SATURDAY: JENN'S NEW GAMES I awoke to the wonderful sensation of Jenn caressing my scrotum. I opened my eyes and she was looking at me with a look of unadulterated joy. "This is fun!" she said. "I wish I didn't have to start summer school on Monday! I'd rather spend every day doing this!"

We did the bathroom bit again, although this time I had my own toothbrush and razor. We managed to avoid intercourse long enough to fix and eat breakfast, but we were both completely out of control by the time we'd each had a cup of coffee. I picked my eager wench up, carried her back to the bedroom with my hands in completely inappropriate places, and introduced Jenn to doggy-style sex as Dianne had suggested to us the Sunday we returned from the cabin. 

It took a few minutes for Jenn to catch the rhythm, but the king-sized bed gave us lots of room, and she soon climaxed. Once we were thrusting together, I was able to really rub my meat against her G-spot, and with one of my hands rubbing her nipples and with the other rubbing her clitoris, she quickly reached that wonderful plateau where orgasms don't really end.

I moved in and out of Jenn at varying speeds, going fastest when her orgasms were most intense. When her arms grew tired and she put her head against the bed, I brought her to a screaming finish and pressed firmly against her as I came. She grunted and cried out with each burst of cum. When she was almost calmed down, I rolled her over on her side and spooned against her behind with my softening penis still gripped firmly by her vagina. 

Jenn fell asleep first, and I joined her. We woke up just after 1:00. After we showered off, Jenn fixed us a quick lunch.

After lunch, Jenn wanted to go to the pool again. She got an impish look on her face as I started putting her bathing suit on her. "Don, let me go down first. Give me fifteen minutes, then you come down. I want to see how the guys react!"

Jenn's exhibitionism was finding new ways to be expressed. I agreed, and amid lots of intimate caresses, we dressed each other in our suits. She picked up most of the pool supplies, leaving me a towel and our cooler full of drinks. She kissed me at the door. "Take my top off, lover! I won't be wearing it at the pool anyway, so why bother with it?"

As we kissed, I slipped the tiny top from her breasts. Her nipples were dark red and jutting out when she was ready to leave the apartment. She left her pool robe open, allowing full view from her neck to her bikini bottoms. Her nipples were visible from the side. I was rock-hard and impatient as I timed fifteen minutes on my watch.

We'd agreed about where Jenn would be sitting and in which direction she would be facing. I walked around the apartment complex so that I could approach her from her front. At first she wasn't visible as I entered the pool area, but as I approached the place where she was supposed to be, I finally saw her. There were three guys talking to her and blocking my view. I approached them slowly.

Jenn was sitting upright, shoulders back, with her bare breasts proudly on display. Her areolae and nipples were purple-red and puffed out. Her breasts bounced as she laughed at whatever they were saying. Her ankles were crossed, and she had her hands on her knees. Even from twenty feet away I could see blonde public hair poking out from both sides of the crotch of her bikini. The crease in the fabric delineated her slit, and a dark blotch was forming directly over her vaginal opening. She looked naked, and she was obviously extremely aroused.

Not surprisingly all three guys were noticeably tumescent. The sexual atmosphere around Jenn was a tangible entity, emanating from her in waves like ripples on a pond. The three guys were completely overwhelmed by raw carnality and lust, and they were patently competing for intimate sensual access to her body. Had she been in a more isolated place, they would already be mating with her, whether she wished to do so or not.

As I watched, the guy in the middle, the most muscular one, began to intimidate the other two. He was sitting on his heels directly in front of Jenn, and every few seconds I could see her glancing at his crotch. The other two guys moved a few inches away from both Jenn and him. In a ritual that predated our species, the dominant male had asserted his ownership of the female, and the inferior males yielded. Testosterone was heavy in the air, and I sensed that my arrival might easily trigger a violent response.

I knew that the longer the situation continued, the more likely it would turn ugly. I had no choice except to deflect this attempt by a rival to steal my mate. I counted on the thin veneer of civilization to maintain order as I interjected myself into the group.

I heard the guy in the middle say, " . . . cunt . . . you wanna . . . touch it, don't you . . . fuck . . . hot and . . . " I couldn't hear the rest of what he said, but he had clearly decided to get right to the point. I headed directly for the four of them.

I approached Jenn from the side, stepping past one of the lesser challengers. "Sorry to keep you waiting, honey. Thanks for keeping her company, guys, but I'll take it from here." 

My sudden appearance and verbal announcement that I was claiming Jenn momentarily shocked all three buys into inaction. I leaned down to kiss her. As I did so I put my hand against her chest, under her arms so that I was touching the side of her left breast. She reached up and touched the inside of my right thigh, almost touching the erection that was threatening to push out of my suit. 

"Ah, fuckit!" the middle guy said, and all three drifted away, presumably seeking other, more available prey. Jenn and I continued to kiss, and I rolled her nipple with my thumb until she moaned.

I looked into Jenn's eyes and they were dilated with excitement. "I can't believe what I'm feeling!" she whispered. "I can't believe what I just did!"

"Did you like it? Did it turn you on?" I whispered in reply, even though I knew the answer.

Jenn nodded. "I feel so alive! So sexual! So completely female!"

I spread my blanket next to hers and we both lay down on our sides, facing each other. Our lips were almost touching, and I could feel her rapid breaths against my face. "Tell me about it. Everything," I whispered.

"It was so HOT! I sat down and I could feel my nipples tingling! They were so hard! The first two guys came over about five minutes after I got here," Jenn said, and she pointed left and right. "Then the other guy sort of pushed in between them. They were all staring at my nipples and crotch, and I could feel myself getting wet. The guy in the middle said he could see I was getting wet and would be an easy fuck."

"He actually said that?"

Jenn nodded. "Yes! Then the other two said I was really hot. And the one on the left said he thought I had the best nipples he'd ever seen. And the one on the right said he liked the blonde pubic hair that showed around my suit."

"Well, I can't fault them for that! So do I!"

"Shush! Pay attention! Just before I saw you come out from way over there, the big guy in the middle lifted the crotch of his suit and let his penis poke out! The other two guys backed up a little, and the big guy told me how much he would like to put it me, and he sort of waved it at me."

"I couldn't see that from behind him. I just saw the other guys move."

"His was longer than yours, but not as thick. And it was bent! I couldn't believe he was showing it to me! Right here!"

"You were showing your breasts and your pussy was almost exposed, too."

"I know, but it was still hard to believe! And I couldn't believe how excited it made me! I could see all three guys were hard, and they kept staring at my body!" Jenn kissed me, and I could feel her excitement. "Just before you got here, he was daring me to touch it. He said he could see me getting wet, and he said he knew I wanted his pole in my cunt. I saw that pre-stuff dripping out of his penis! Then you got here, and I almost lost it when you kissed me like that!"

"Were you going to touch it?"

"I . . . I don't think so, but I was . . . I was getting really turned on, and I wanted to touch it! But that would be, like, cheating, you know? Even if I didn't have sex with him."

"Want to get in the pool? I'll bet I can get you off! Besides, your suit has a huge wet spot in the middle, and it won't show so much if you get wet." I didn't mention how clingy her suit became when it was wet. I knew that once her suit was wet, her labia would look as if they were painted black, rather than covered with cloth.

Jenn scrambled to her feet, ran to the edge with her breasts bouncing, and jumped in. I was right behind her. I stood in neck-deep water against the side of the pool, and I pulled her against me. "Hold on to me. I'll need both hands for this!"

I slipped one hand between Jenn's legs and rubbed her through her suit. With the other hand I covertly rubbed and pulled on her right nipple. She immediately began to twist and jerk her body, but it wasn't obvious since she was underwater below her neck. She humped my hand as I held it against my leg, and I kissed her to keep her from screaming. I waited about a minute after she calmed down, then we did it again.

"I don't care if people know what we're doing!" Jenn muttered against my mouth. She reached down and pulled her bikini bottom off. I pushed my suit low enough to free my cock. She twisted her hips against me, and Merlin found his way inside her. I felt Rapunzel squeeze him, and she began to bounce up and down, forcing him in and out of her. The viscosity of the water slowed her motion, but being weightless gave her the energy to move rapidly.

We were kissing as Jenn began to grunt. Her up-and-down motion sent waves splashing across the pool. Even in the cool water our joined genitals were hot, and I felt my climax building. She jerked and thrust herself against me as I ejaculated, and I could feel her body trembling as I held her against the side of the pool.

Jenn slipped off of my limp penis and her naked body slid down mine until her toes touched the bottom of the pool. I could hear people laughing, whistling, and clapping their hands. "I don't think we fooled anybody!" Jenn giggled. "Look!" I turned my head to the side, and I saw that she had held her bikini bottoms in her hand against my neck. She had wanted people to know she was fucking me!

Jenn waved the skimpy piece of clothing, and I heard more laughter. She put one hand on my shoulder and reached down to put her bottoms back on. Since we were no longer making waves, I could see her long, blonde pubic hair waving in the crystal clear water. I pulled up my suit to cover myself. 

We cuddled for a few minutes, then left the pool and returned to her apartment. For the moment we were sexually sated, and we got dressed and headed back to my dorm room.

As I was packing some of my things, Jenn noticed my roommate's key on top of his dresser. He'd apparently forgotten to take it with him when he left for the summer. I told her to take it since she might want to visit my room when I wasn't there. She had already given me a key to her apartment, so this provided a special, romantic symmetry.

HOT SUMMER DAYS

Summer school started on Monday, and Jenn had a morning class. On weekdays for the next six weeks, Jenn attended her class and studied in the library, and I worked on my research. As soon as she had prepared for her next class, we made love. Most mornings she'd wake me by fondling my penis and balls. She would giggle and squeal as she made me erect. "I had no idea how much fun one of these could be!" she told me several times with a devilish look in her eye. I knew that later in the day she would find a way to make Merlin get soft again. Our new schedule prevented us from making love into the wee small hours of the nights before her classes, but we made up for it on Friday and Saturday nights.

Most afternoons we sunbathed at the pool. Jenn's breasts had a beautiful, even tan. They would probably have been darker except that there were so many new guys around the pool that I was constantly declaring her to be my woman by rubbing lotion on her breasts. She paid an equal amount of attention to the skin around my skimpy suit, and both of us were in a constant state of sexual arousal whenever we were at the pool. Post-sunbathing sex was never routine, even though it happened every day!

During the second week of summer school, I noticed that Jenn was exposing herself more and more. Except when we had guests in the apartment, she was always nude. When we had guests, she wore as little as possible. She stopped closing the drapes, and several times I saw her standing naked at the patio door, exposing herself to the guys in the apartments in the next building.

At the end of the second week of summer school, I presented Jenn with a small diamond ring, and we became officially engaged to be married. Jenn invited Dianne to dinner so that she would be the first to know. When Dianne arrived, Jenn met her at the door and held up her hand to show the ring. There was a lot of hugging and crying, so I left the two of them alone for several minutes while I prepared drinks in the kitchen. When I brought the drinks out, both women's faces were streaked with tears, and their eyes were red. But they were also grinning broadly. Whatever they'd talked about made them cry - but it also made them both happy.

At first I was nervous being around two women with whom I'd recently been intimate, but Dianne put me at ease. While Jenn was out of the room getting something from the kitchen, Dianne grinned at me. "I've never seen either of you so happy. Good going, stud!" she whispered. I was relieved. What would have happened if Dianne had displayed even a hint of jealousy?

After dinner we sat around and talked. Jenn kept putting away brandy Alexanders, and before I could stop her, she began describing our secret getaway into the mountains. She didn't leave much of anything out, including the deal she'd made with me so that I would help her on the exam. Dianne glanced at me and frowned slightly when she explained how I'd helped Jenn cheat. 

"You rode all the way up there naked, holding his cock? I'm surprised at both of you!" Jenn blushed and Dianne laughed. They both looked at me and giggled.

A little later. "You hid her clothes and made her sleep naked in a single bed with you?" I nodded as my face got hot. "I can't believe you didn't have to fight her off after all of that penis-holding and naked kissing! Jenn, it sounds like you were acting like a frightened virgin!"

Later still. "He got you hot and bothered and you begged him to fuck you and he did it with a DILDO? Is he gay or something?" Dianne looked at me and winked. She certainly knew better! 

Even later. "You rode all the way back with that dildo vibrating inside you? I'd like to try that sometime!" Dianne didn't wink this time, but her glance in my direction was full of mischief as she remembered our little road trip with her dildo. "And that's why you looked like you been fucked out of your mind? And why the car smelled like it did?" The three of us laughed as we talked about the night that Jenn and I had gotten back.

Jenn and I gave Dianne a joint kiss when it was time for her to leave. She got in her parting shot as she stepped through the door. "I'd better hurry. I can tell from the looks on your faces that you'll be copulating in front of me If I'm still her two minutes from now! I don't think I could watch without joining in!" Two minutes later Jenn and I were making love on the floor in front of the door to the apartment. We didn't need anyone else, and Jenn hadn't understood Dianne's hidden meaning about "joining in."

Wedding planning took a lot of time. We set the date for the following June, giving us almost a year to prepare. Dianne accepted Jenn's request to be Maid of Honor. Dianne helped Jenn make wedding plans, and several times I came back from the library and found them huddled together, giggling 

I came in one day just in time to hear, " . . . so big I can't imagine how it would feel . . . Oh! Hi, Honey!" Jenn blushed and Dianne averted her eyes when I looked at them. Naturally I assumed they were talking about me. The night before Jenn had begged me to put my "big monster" inside her. Obviously Dianne was embarrassed to have Jenn talking about having sex with me.

We had more free time on weekends, and Jenn often invited Dianne to come over to swim. To the delight of every male around the pool, Dianne had no problem sunbathing topless. I was embarrassed to rub lotion on Jenn's breasts in front of Dianne, but I did so anyway because I wanted to continue making clear to the other guys that Jenn belonged to me. She was afraid she might lose her engagement ring, so she didn't wear it to the pool.




A Bargain Ch. 06



Dianne, however, attracted a pack of wolves the first time she joined us. She finally had to put her top back on in order to get them to leave her alone. That only helped a little. "The problem is they know I'm unattached," she observed. "Lying around half-naked in the sun only encourages them! At least they know you're out-of- reach, Jenn!"

The following week Dianne again joined us at the pool. Jenn removed her top, and I rubbed lotion onto her breasts. Dianne kept her top on. She muttered that she didn't want the attention of the wolf pack, and maybe now they'd leave her alone.

"This isn't fair!" Jenn observed. "You've got bigger boobs than I have. Why should you have to get strap lines?"

"It's okay, Jenn! I'll live with it. I don't have a guy to take care of me the way Don takes care of you."

"Well, you're my Maid of Honor, and I don't know why Don can't do you, too."

Dianne and I looked at each other in surprise. Both of us had the same thought. Had Jenn heard about our brief affair? Jenn misinterpreted our shocked silence. She stepped behind Dianne, undid her top, and tossed it aside. Dianne managed to cover her breasts with her hands. "Okay, my husband-to-be! Grease 'em up! I've seen you ogling them! This is your chance! I promise I won't get jealous!"

"Jenn, I really don't think I should let Don . . . "

"Jenn, this is nuts! I can't . . . "

"Look you two! You're my two best friends! Is there any reason I can't trust you? Unless there's something going on between you two, why not?"

My guilt about sleeping with Dianne overwhelmed my ability to think rationally, and I couldn't think of any reply to Jenn's challenge. Dianne must have been similarly afflicted. She lowered her hands and gave me a thin smile. I picked up the suntan lotion and stepped behind Dianne. 

I was having trouble breathing as I dumped thick gobs of lotion onto my palms. I reached around Dianne's back, and I quickly smeared lotion all over her breasts as Jenn watched. I could vividly remember how it felt to touch her this way, and I couldn't control my reaction. Nor could she. Her nipples and my penis immediately burst into full erection.

Jenn laughed at my bulging trunks, and Dianne blushed when she looked. "See? You both enjoyed it! And now you're safe, Dianne! Well you will be as soon as my horny finance calms down!"

My action did scare off the guys, however. Several of them gave me openly hostile stares, presumably because I'd "claimed" two of the best female bodies around the pool. We stayed at the pool for over an hour, and twice more I greased both women's breasts. My erection was going up and down, and I was really uncomfortable. 

Later when Jenn and I were alone, I complained about it. "Damn it, Jenn! That wasn't fair to Dianne - or to me! I'm going to marry you, so it's completely inappropriate for me to be touching another woman that way!"

"And you're the one always telling me I have to learn to relax. To let go. Well I disagree. Since I was there and asked you to do it, it was okay. So loosen up already! It didn't hurt either of you, and if you want to think about rubbing Dianne's breasts and get hard again, I'll take care of it. Just don't do that stuff when I'm not around. End of discussion."

For the first time in my evolving sexual relationship with Jenn I felt like the novice. I had never imagined she would ask me to touch Dianne's breasts. And there was absolutely no hint, either in her words or in her tone, to suggest that she suspected there had ever been anything between Dianne and me. I saw amusement on her face, not anything more sinister

I called Dianne two days later when Jenn was in class. "Dammit Dianne! I was caught completely off-guard! I didn't mean to embarrass you!"

"I know, Don. But I couldn't help remembering . . . and then . . . "

"Yeah. Me too." I didn't mention that I thought I was going to rip the front out of my suit because she got me so excited. I'd felt an incredible desire to slide my hand down between her legs and . . . 

"Does Jenn suspect that . . . you and I . . .?"

"No. I don't think so. I think it was just, you know, like a joke. She'd hit the wine pretty hard at lunch, and I guess her inhibitions were pretty well gone."

"So what do we do the next time?"

"If she brings it up, I'll do it. Otherwise you'd better do yourself."

Dianne laughed. "I've been doing that a lot lately! Well, my little friend helps!" I assumed she meant her new dildo. "So how're you going to keep from ripping a hole in your suit?" I realized once again how well Dianne understood my sexual reaction to her.

"My mother has boobs about your size. I'll pretend I'm rubbing hers."

Dianne laughed until she started to cough. "So if . . . Hauch! . . . you get . . . Uch! . . . hard rubbing . . . my tits, then . . . Huh! . . . I know you're a real . . . Koof! . . . pervert?" She coughed and laughed for another minute.

"Dianne, I really don't want to have to explain what we did while Jenn was visiting her folks. She knows I had sex with somebody, but . . . "

"Yeah, I know. It would be pretty crappy if she found our that her Maid of Honor had been fucked out of her mind by the groom."

I couldn't help smiling into the phone. "Not to mention what you did to the groom! No wonder I couldn't control myself when I rubbed your nipples!" Dianne laughed, a wonderful deep laugh from deep in her chest. After a few more ribald comments we ended the call.

From then on whenever Dianne sunbathed with us, I applied the lotion to her breasts. Thinking about my mother helped enough that I could partially control my erection. But the desire to caress the rest of her shapely body didn't disappear. Judging from the glances that Dianne gave me when Jenn wasn't looking, Dianne knew exactly what I was thinking. 

I wondered if she was thinking the same thing. Did she think about my penis when she used the dildo? Was I part of her fantasy sex life? I knew these thoughts were wrong, but they were difficult to suppress, particularly as I lay between two topless women, both of whose vaginas had milked my cock. And Dianne's breasts were truly a work of art. 

By the third week of summer school I was truly surprised by Jenn's growing exhibitionism. Late one morning I came back early from my research and found her masturbating on our bed. She had pulled the drapes back, and anyone in a half-dozen apartments could have easily seen her. She watched me as she climaxed, but before I could comment on her behavior, she dragged me onto the bed and made love with more enthusiasm than I had previously known her to demonstrate. It was so exciting that I didn't even care that we were fucking in full view of anyone who happened to look.

By the following week, Jenn's wanton carnality and exhibitionism became impossible to control - not that I really wanted to do so! One afternoon I had just applied lotion to her breasts in our usual sexually-explicit manner when she noticed another topless woman who was wearing a skimpy bikini bottom similar to hers. This woman was lying on her stomach, and her large breasts bulged out from her body. And she was pulling at the strings holding the bottom of her suit together. 

As we watched, the other woman untied the side straps of her bikini, then pressed the back portion into the crack of her ass until it disappeared. The only portion of the backside of her body which was not exposed to the sun - and to everyone's eyes - was her crotch from her anus forward. Every male was staring at this naked woman's body. 

Jenn's self-proclaimed status as the woman wearing the least clothing while sunbathing was in jeopardy. Jenn didn't waste a moment. She lay down on her stomach, untied her bottoms, and flipped the back part between her legs. "Lover, would you please grease up my bottom and cover up no more than you have to?"

Jenn had positioned herself so that her open legs faced the wolf pack, and they were all staring. I heard several groans when I blocked their view as I knelt between her legs to do as she had asked. The reason was obvious. Her puffy, pink labia, neatly framed by matching strips of blonde pubic hair, were clearly visible. Her pussy was completely exposed in a public place! 

In spite of my throbbing erection I managed to smear lotion over the white skin on Jenn's behind. I had to slide my hands between her cheeks as I did so, and I could see her labia getting darker. Under cover of applying lotion, I quickly slipped a finger in and out of her. She was dripping wet. I carefully folded the tiny piece of material into a narrow strip. Blonde curls could be seen along both sides after I pressed it against her crotch.

I lay on my side facing her, unable to lie on my stomach because of my tumescence. "You were showing them your cunt lips!" I whispered. "And they can still see your pubes!"

"I know! I'm getting excited just thinking about it! I can't believe how this feels!"

Perhaps fifteen minutes later Jenn whispered, "I'm turning over. I'll want you to do the same with my front. Watch their faces!"

When Jenn rolled over onto her back, the front of her suit hung over her right thigh, completely exposing her crotch. Acting as if she were unaware of her exposure, she spread her legs apart. I sat up and glanced down to see what the wolves could see. 

Jenn's suit covered nothing. Her furry mons pubis and crotch were in full view. Her labia were wet and completely swollen, and I could smell how excited she was. Her vaginal opening was visible in the bright sunlight. My desire to mate with her was so intense I could barely keep from doing so.

I applied suntan lotion to Jenn's white abdomen, and then I folded the swatch of material so that it formed a triangle at the top, following the shape and size of the pubic hair above her crotch. Then I pressed everything gently into place. She moaned, and once again I heard groans from the other side of the pool. Because of the thickness of her pubic thatch, blonde pubic curls were visible along both sides of the strip covering her pussy as well as completely around the triangle of material on her pubic bone.

"They could see that you're ready, Jenn! You were beginning to open! And the juice is flowing out of you!"

"I can smell it, too! How much did you cover me?"

I described what I had done. "What would happen if I wiggled a little bit? Would they be able to see me again?"

I concealed my surprise at what she was proposing. "It won't take much movement to uncover you. And then those guys will be staring at your hot, furry, ready- to-fuck pussy!"

"God! I think I'm going nuts! Rub more lotion on my nipples! And watch me!"

I sat up and used both hands to rub Jenn's nipples. They were already pointing straight up, and she grunted when I touched them. I rubbed her breasts in a slow, circular motion with my greasy palms. She slid her hips slightly to the left, and her pussy was again fully exposed.

Jenn lay on her back with her mouth open. She licked her lips. "I need you to finish me off! I'm so turned on I don't think I can even get up! You've got to do something!"

"Jenn, there are half a dozen guys over there staring at your pussy. It's open like it's waiting for a rock-hard penis to fill it with cum. They can even see your clit sticking out, red and wet. Just imagine how their eyes are caressing your pussy as they try to see inside you as you open up even more! They know how aroused you are, how much you want to get off! Feel them touching you with their eyes!"

I rubbed more lotion on her nipples. I could see and feel Jenn's orgasm begin and build. Her shiny abdomen began to tremble, and then she stopped breathing. Her entire body began to wiggle. She bit down on her right hand to stop her scream as her orgasm peaked, and I could see muscles in her legs twitching. Her vagina made a series of sharp, wet smacking sounds as it popped open, then closed again. It was trying to squeeze the penis that wasn't there.

I stopped rubbing her breasts, and she slowly calmed down. She was still completely exposed to the wolves, and I heard several of them clapping and whistling. She took several long, deep breaths.

"You just lay naked in full view of a bunch of guys who watched you have an orgasm!"

"I didn't know I could do it like that! It was almost as good as the real thing!" But I'm still right at the edge! I need to feel that stretching, that pulling, that pressure that only comes when Merlin spreads Rapunzel wide open!"

"If we don't go back to the apartment right now, I'm going to fuck you right here!"

Jenn giggled and sat up. "If you do, I won't stop you!" She quickly tied her suit back together, but she skipped the top. She threw on her robe and jumped to her feet. We quickly picked up all of our stuff. We were both in a hurry, but she saw where I was looking and she glanced down, than laughed out loud. She had left a puddle under her pussy. "Hurry!" she said, and we almost ran to the apartment.

I slammed the door shut and we stripped off our suits. I picked Jenn up and held her against the door as I slipped my swollen shaft into her. I turned, holding her impaled on me, and walked as rapidly as I could to the bedroom. She was already having an orgasm when I fell on top of her on the bed and began to fuck her. We screamed together as I immediately ejaculated into her again and again.

When my half-erect penis came out of Jenn, I moved up her body and we kissed with almost unbelievably sensitive tenderness. We took turns scooping the commingled juices of our carnal passion from between her legs and licking it from our fingers. We didn't need words to express what we felt for each other.

After several minutes Jenn moved around so that she could sit on my face, and then she lay atop me. I continued to lick and suck the milk of our passion from her pussy, and she kissed and sucked on my sticky genitals. With our passions quenched, we slowly fell asleep.

It was dark when I awoke. Jenn's sticky pussy was against my nose, and I could feel that my flaccid penis was between her lips. The aroma of our lovemaking was starting to go stale, but it was still erotic. I inhaled deeply several times to cement the moment into my memories. 

My movements woke Jenn, and we climbed off the bed and shared a long, loving shower together before we fixed a late dinner. That night we made love with the lights on and the drapes wide open. Jenn was so turned on by being on public view that she was almost insatiable!

NIGHTTIME POOL GAMES 

Except when the renters' association had pool parties, the lights around the pool were turned off every evening at 8:30. By 9:30 the only illumination came from dim lights from nearby apartments. The surrounding buildings created sufficient moon- shade so that nearly all of the pool was in complete darkness. It was universally understood that the largely unenforced dress code was meaningless between 10:00 and the first light of dawn, and during those hours skinny-dipping was the norm.

On weekends Jenn and I often joined about a dozen other couples who swam nude during those hours, and who then made love in and around the pool. There was a lot of free-and-easy swapping around, but we remained monogamous. However we did participate in a variety of the erotic pre-coital activities. 

One of our favorite nighttime games at the pool was the Group-Grope, which usually involved seven or eight couples, occasionally as many as a dozen. The men formed a circle in chest-deep water around the women, and the women moved from man to man, sharing passionate kisses and intimately touching with each man in the total darkness. Kissing and fondling naked strangers is incredibly exciting, particularly when darkness assures complete anonymity. 

The obvious idea was to make the person you were kissing so excited that he or she began to fuck you. The women moved to new men every few minutes, so the naked body one held was constantly changing. Once two people started fucking, they left the circle for the evening. The final two people remaining in the circle were expected to fuck last. 

After the final two people finished, the original couples rejoined, and everyone rinsed off in the pool. Most couples, including Jenn and me, then made love in the dark on the pool deck. Listening to the sounds of other people mating really turned us on, and we usually made love again when we returned to the apartment.

Because of the darkness, Nobody realized that Jenn and I only made love to each other during these games. This didn't prevent our becoming incredibly aroused by the intimate foreplay we experienced with different people. Avoiding intercourse was often a difficult task! We found that our passions were enhanced by the sounds of so many strangers fucking, many for the first time with each other. Touching and being touched by several unseen strangers certainly didn't turn us off, either!

One night when Jenn and I got back to her apartment, she was giggling. "Near the end of the game, one of the guys kept trying to force his penis into me. I gave him a fast handjob, and when I stuck my finger in his behind and tickled his prostate, he squirted a gallon of cum into the pool! I'll bet the next woman was disappointed with his limp dick!"

I never told Jenn that many of the women had wrapped themselves around me and dropped down until I entered them, but it happened at least one each time we played the game. I managed to decouple myself from each one within a few strokes, and nobody ever said anything. After all, who wants to admit that somebody turned them down in the middle of a group sex game, particularly after they'd already started to fuck the other person?

I also never told Jenn that I often managed to finger several women to orgasms during our turns. As responsive as she was, I wouldn't have been surprised if she had received the same satisfaction from some of the men. Particularly as the game progressed and all of the men had been "sampled" by the women, they became so aroused that I knew I could have fucked nearly any of them had I so chosen.

THE END OF SUMMER SCHOOL

Summer school ended in the middle of August, and there were two weeks before fall classes started. I wanted to visit my parents and work out some of the wedding details with them. They were expecting Jenn and me to visit them at Christmas, and we agreed that I would visit my folks alone on this trip. "They've never met me, Don. I'd rather they got used to the idea of their little boy getting married before I drop in on them! Besides, do you think I'd let you sleep alone? Even in your parents' home? Could they handle that?"

Jenn was right. I kissed her goodbye and drove away on Sunday for a week with my folks. We decided I'd call when I arrived, and again on Tuesday and Thursday evenings. I'd be back on Sunday, and Jenn promised the most romantic, sexy homecoming any guy ever received. "Don't beat off while you're away from me, Don! I have plans for your cum! And I want all you can give me!" I got hard just trying to imagine what she had planned.

My call to Jenn when I arrived at my folks' home was a little strange. I'd been delayed by traffic, and I didn't call her until after 2:00 in the morning. She sounded tired, and even when she said she missed me, her tone was odd. She said she'd had a difficult time adjusting to her apartment without me there. "Hurry back, lover! I really miss you!" she said just before we ended the call.

I made Tuesday's call at about 10:00 in the evening, and Jenn sounded much better. "I love you and I miss you so much! I hope your parents appreciate how much I'm suffering!"

Thursday's call. "I'll see you in two-and-a-half days!" "I hope you've been saving your cum like I told you! I'll give you a homecoming so exciting you'll never leave home again! I love you!"




A Bargain Ch. 06



This story concludes in "Bargain Ch.7: End Game - Lust, Love, and More."



A Bargain Ch. 07



FRIDAY'S HOMECOMING SURPRISES

My trip to my parents was abruptly cut short when they had to leave town early Friday morning to help an old friend whose husband had suffered a heart attack the night before. After I got them on their way, I packed up and hit the road. I arrived back in town on Friday evening around 10:00 p.m. instead of Sunday afternoon as Jenn and I had planned. 

Jenn was planning to give me a surprise when I got back, so rather than call and tell her that I was coming back early, I decided to surprise her instead. My cum reservoir was full, and two more days wouldn't add any more to it. I thought she would be at her apartment, so I drove back to the dorm, dragged my stuff in, and cleaned up.

On the way to Jenn's apartment, I stopped and bought a chilled bottle of our favorite wine. My anticipation of making love to her increased when I saw that her car was in one of the spaces assigned to her unit. Clearly she was home unless she had walked somewhere. As was commonly the case on weekends, all of the parking spaces, including the second one for her apartment, were occupied, so I had to park on a side street more than a block away. I grabbed the bottle of wine, hopped out of the car, and quickly found myself at the door to her apartment.

I used my key, and opened the door. The lights were off, so I knew that Jenn had gone to bed early. I decided to slip into bed and surprise her, then make love to her all night long. I took off my shoes, slipped quietly into the kitchen, and got out two wine glasses. Then I stripped off all my clothes and dropped them on the kitchen floor. The central air made a gentle "Woosh" that covered the minimal noise I made. I was fully erect. I stroked my cock, thinking about how it would feel against her body, sliding into her pussy, moving in and out, causing her to climax. 

I had the corkscrew out and was reaching for the wine when I heard Jenn scream, "OOOOH! GOD! YESSS! EEEEEEEE!"

She was having an incredibly intense orgasm. The corkscrew fell from my hand to the kitchen floor. I heard myself groan, and my stomach felt ice cold, and I bent at the waist and leaned against the counter. I couldn't breathe and I thought I would throw up. My penis went limp as my stomach heaved. My one desperate hope, that she had used Donnie to masturbate herself to an unbelievable powerful orgasm, immediately disappeared.

"UNH! UNH! YOU'RE SO FUCKING BIG! GOD, YOU JUST FILL ME UP! AAAAAAAH" Jenn screamed as she had a second orgasm, less than a minute after the first.

I slowly stumbled naked and barefoot down the dark hall. I could smell the scent of sex and of both male and female sweat before I reached her bedroom. Jenn's bedroom door was wide open, and I stopped in the doorway. I held myself up by grabbing the doorframe. In the dim ambient light coming through he closed drapes I could see them clearly. I was looking directly at the hairy ass of some guy who had his penis balls-deep inside the woman I planned to marry.

His nuts were as big as oranges, and they were firmly mashed against Jenn's pussy. Jenn was on her back with her legs wide apart. She could have seen me if she had sat up and looked in my direction, but her head was back and her mouth was hanging open. Her body was still quivering from her orgasms. Both of them were covered with a shiny layer of perspiration.

He slowly pulled his penis out of her and he was so large I stopped breathing. I heard an explosive, wet pop as the head emerged, far sooner than I expected. Jenn's vagina stayed open, gaping, wider than my penis could ever stretch her. "NO! PUT HIM BACK IN ME! I NEED MORE!"

From my position between their legs I could see that he was possibly a half-inch longer than I was, but it was his thickness that was unbelievable. His shaft was as wide as an oversized coffee mug, certainly more than four inches across, and the head of his penis looked like a gigantic apple. He had the thickest shaft I had ever seen, even on a couple of my Army buddies whose dorks were almost a foot long. "Sure, Jenn! Glad to oblige! Let's stuff El Toro in your hot fuck-hole again!"

He slowly pushed El Toro's head back into Jenn. I watched her labia open to admit him, and then I saw her labia gripping his shaft at the base of the head. She immediately groaned, then climaxed and screamed as her entire body flopped around on the bed, "OOOOH! YESS! AAAAAAAAH!"

As soon as she stopped screaming, he slowly shoved himself completely into her. As he bottomed out, Jenn went off again. "UNNNNH! UNNNNNH! GOD! AAAAAAEEEEEE!"

I just stood there, frozen in place. Perversely I felt my own penis stiffening. The sight and smell of Jenn's overwhelming sexual passion momentarily overcame my own shock and pain. I felt dizzy. If I hadn't had hold of the doorframe, I would have fallen.

"You're just . . . so big that . . . you complete . . . ly fill me . . . up!" Jenn gasped. "Now fuck . . . me until you . . . cum! . . . I want to . . . feel you ex- . . . plode inside . . . me!" And she wrapped her legs around him.

"Aren't you going to miss this after you're married, Jenn?" He asked as he stayed motionless deep inside her

She arched her back, twisting and thrusting against his huge organ. "God! I NEED this! I'll fuck you . . . every chance we get . . . even then! " She gasped. 

"Doesn't your finance ring your bell?"

"Oh fuck, no! Not like this! You fill me up . . . and I just cum and cum. All you . . . have to do is move . . . and I explode! Now fuck me! HARD! God, you are so BIG!" 

"You mean like this?" He began to pump in and out a couple of inches. 

"AAAAH! OOOH! GOD! EEEEEEEAY!" Jenn immediately climaxed, and her whole body was again shaking and pulsing as she flopped around on the bed. The frame of the bed creaked and squeaked with her motions.

My rage at being betrayed made me want to kill both of them. My intense feeling of sexual inadequacy made me want to collapse on the floor and weep. As these two emotions fought to control me, I squeezed the doorframe with both hands and began to tremble. I watched that thick penis move in and out of the woman I loved and had planned to marry. The woman who had just announced her intention to continue cheating on me. I watched her body jerking in uncontrollable passion as she loudly climaxed yet another time."AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Her cry seemed to last forever, and it slashed into my soul like a sword.

I needed a weapon. I wasn't strong enough to kill them both barehanded. So I turned and stumbled down the hall and back to the kitchen. I opened a drawer and looked at the knives. I picked several up, but I dropped them back into their slots. I'd imagined stabbing them both, and I could even see their thick, red blood as it gushed onto my hands. 

Jenn screamed as she had another orgasm. As intense as my pain and fury were, I simply couldn't stab them to death. From somewhere I heard a voice telling me that killing them wasn't worth throwing my life away. The voice won. To this day I don't know why - or how. I can easily work myself into that same murderous rage just by remembering what I saw. I can still remember the image of the blood pouring out of their bodies as I imagined myself stabbing both of them again and again and again and . . ..

I left the bottle of wine and the glasses on the kitchen table, and I started getting dressed. Jenn had two more loud orgasms before I had my shoes on. As responsive and exciting as she had been with me, I had NEVER seen her this turned on. I didn't know it was possible. I knew I couldn't do it. My penis was completely limp again.

As I opened the door into the hall, I heard him grunt several times as he finally came, "NNNH! NNNH! NNNH!" 

This was immediately followed by another scream from Jenn. "YOU FILLED ME WITH CUM! OOOH! AAAAAAAAAAH! MORE! AGAIN!" He grunted again. "YES! GOD YES! AAAAAAAAAAAH! MORE!"

I slammed the door to shut out the sound, and I ran unsteadily back to my car. When I got there the front of my shirt was wet, and I realized I was crying. I hadn't even been aware of it, and then I heard myself sobbing. I sat in the car until I could see, and then I drove around for an hour or so. I was lucky I didn't get into an accident. I finally went back to my dorm room. My stomach burned and I felt really sick from the aftereffects of the adrenalin - and the shock of what I had just seen.

The light was blinking on my answering machine. I pushed Play. I heard Jenn's voice on the machine just as the phone started ringing. "Don! When did you get back? I found the wine! Call me, lover! I really missed you!" The phone rang again as Jenn's message clicked off, I picked up the phone, but I didn't say anything. 

"Don? You're back! Come back over! Let's make love all night long! I put the wine in the fridge to stay cool! Don, Honey? Are you there? Don? Sweetie, what's wrong?"

"I'm wrong. Wrong for you. You need somebody thick, you said. Somebody who completely fills you up. Not me." I slammed the phone down, undressed, and went to bed. I lay there staring at the ceiling, trying to decide if I was going to throw up. I still felt like it.

Less than ten minutes later Jenn let herself into my room with my roomate's key. She ran to the bed. "Don, I'm sorry! He's just a toy, nothing more! I didn't mean to hurt you! We can get past this, honey! I love you! You're the man I want to marry!"

"Go back to thick-dick, Jenn. I saw and heard too much! I don't want to look at you, I don't want to touch you, and I certainly don't want to fuck you knowing you really want him inside you, not me."

"DON! NO! I don't know what you heard, but I didn't mean what I said! You can't let it end like this!" I sat up in bed and Jenn sat down next to me. She pulled the sheet off my naked body and started to reach for my flaccid penis.

I could see that she had the room key clutched in her right hand, so I grabbed her hand and yanked the key out. Then I went over to my dresser and picked up my key to her apartment. "Get out, Jenn! I feel like sticking this key up your cunt, but it's so stretched it probably wouldn't hurt you. Get the fuck out of here before I choke you to death!"

Jenn got off the bed and ran to me, holding her arms out. "Don! I love you! You've got to forgive me!"

As Jenn put her arms around me, I reached behind her and took hold of her hair. I pulled down hard and she shrieked and released me as she grabbed my hand. I dragged her backwards by her hair to the door. I think she was screaming but I really couldn't see or hear very well. Her throat was completely exposed and I had to struggle to resist the nearly overwhelming urge to strangle her.

I opened the door and shoved her face-first into the hall. Her legs were unsteady, probably from all the hard sex, and she fell onto her hands and knees after she collided with the opposite wall. As she turned toward me and started to get up, I tossed the key to her apartment onto the carpet in front of her. "Don't do this, Don! Please!" Tears were streaming down Jenn's face as she staggered to her feet.

I shut the door. For several minutes Jenn pounded on it and begged for me to forgive her. I could hear her crying. As far as I was concerned she was lucky to still be alive. I sat in the chair in front of my desk and waited for her to go away.

Jenn finally stopped pounding on the door. I turned off my answering machine. I went back to bed and lay there in the dark. My stomach hurt and I was crying like a baby. I heard the phone ring every few minutes for the next hour or so as Jenn tried to get me to answer. Once the phone finally stopped ringing, I managed to fall asleep.

I awoke in the dark to the sound of gentle knocking on my door. "Don? Don!" It was Dianne.

I looked through the security peephole, and Dianne was alone in the hallway. I opened the door and she stepped inside. She closed the door behind her and we were in almost complete darkness. She wrapped her arms around my naked body. "Don, what the hell's going on? Jenn said you wouldn't talk to her! What the hell's the matter with you two?"

"I caught her fucking another guy who was bigger and better than I was." I said, and then I started to cry again.

Dianne pushed me over to my bed and made me sit down. Then I heard the sounds of her undressing. She pressed me back against the bed, with her naked breasts on my chest and one of my legs between hers. "Shhh! Just relax and let me hold you." Dianne whispered. Dianne cuddled and held me until I finally fell asleep. 

DISCUSSION, NEGOTIATION AND THERAPY FROM DIANNE

The ringing of the telephone woke us. It was about 10:00, and the room was bright with sunshine. Dianne got up and answered it. "Hello! . . . Yes, Jenn, I'm still here with him . . . He finally fell asleep, but I stayed . . . Okay. I'll see if he'll talk to you."

I vigorously shook my head at Dianne. "No, he won't talk to you. Let me see if I can do anything." She listened for several moments. "Okay, Jenn. Say about 2:00. Okay. Bye."

Dianne walked back over to the bed and stood over me. The sight of her naked body didn't arouse me. She glanced at my flaccid dork, and sighed. "You're a mess, Don. Go clean yourself up and then I'll take you out for something to eat. Then we'll talk."

We did exactly that. We got back to my room just after Noon on Saturday, and Dianne started getting undressed. "Dianne, I really don't feel like sex right now!"

Dianne continued removing her clothes. "Well, the way you were blubbering through brunch you'll cry all over me and get me all wet, so I'm getting naked to protect my clothes. When you DO feel like sex, I'll know you're going to be okay!" With that she removed her panties and then undressed me. Oddly I really didn't care. It just didn't matter.

We lay down on my bed with Dianne on top of me as she had been before. I could feel her breasts and nipples against my chest and her pubic hair against my leg, but I didn't respond. She looked directly into my eyes and said, "Tell me exactly what you saw and heard."

I told her everything. I was sobbing when I finished, and she held me. When I stopped crying, she asked, "How thick?"

I got out from under her and picked up my largest coffee mug. "At least an inch more than this." 

Dianne just shook her head. "That would stretch Jenn out more than giving birth! How could that possibly get her off?"

I became furious as I repeated my description of Jenn's whole-body orgasms, one coming after the other. Dianne held me until I calmed down. She shook her head in disbelief. "Jenn said you caught her in bed with another guy. She didn't say anything about him being so . . . such a freak."

Dianne sat next to me on the bed for a couple of minutes. I lay down and closed my eyes. "Don, will you be okay for a little while? I need to go talk to Jenn."

I nodded. "Take that key on the dresser. Just don't let Jenn in. I thought about killing her last night, and I really might do it if I saw her right now."

Dianne got dressed and kissed me. Then she left. I fell asleep. It seemed like only five minutes later that a naked Dianne was crawling back into bed with me. She woke me up and looked into my face again.

"We were both right. Jenn saw this guy at the pool when she first moved in, and he kept staring at her. She was curious because she could see he was really hung. She went back to his apartment the day you left for your parents' home cuz he said he'd show her what he had between his legs. She said she didn't think it would go any further than that."

` "Jenn isn't that stupid, is she? Do you believe her?"

"No. She went to his room to screw him, obviously. But she's still stupid. Stupid to think anybody would believe such a clumsy story."

"So she just went to his room and fucked him? Just like that?"

"Not quite. He gave her a drink with something in it, and she almost blacked out. He tied her to his bed and gagged her. Then he raped her. She said it hurt so much she fainted. She woke up covered, well, indelicately, in her own piss and shit."

In spite of my emotions, my latent feelings for Jenn erupted in another burst of tears. Dianne comforted me, then continued talking after I stopped sobbing.

"It gets worse. When she came to, he pushed himself all the way into her again. In spite of the terrible pain, she didn't pass out the second time. He just stayed in her and waited. Jenn said that after several minutes the pain gradually became an incredible warm feeling of pressure and pleasure, and then she exploded into orgasm after orgasm as he began to move inside her."

I nodded. "That's what I saw. Last night. It even turned me on to watch her. At first"

"After he untied her, she willingly fucked him again. She had so many orgasms that she couldn't stand up. They've been fucking each other day and night since then. Sometimes in her place, sometimes in his."

I had to ask. "And the rape? Didn't she report it?"

Dianne made a sour face. "She told me now she's glad he did it! She even offered to share him with me. I passed."

A tangle of emotions swirled through me, and I didn't know what to say. Finally I asked, "So what's she going to do?"

Dianne just shook her head. "She got all jumpy while talking to me, and she finally admitted that she wanted to go back to the apartment so that she could fuck him again. I tried to talk her out of it, but she pulled off her ring and told me to give it back to you. I put it in the top drawer of your dresser, underneath your handkerchiefs. She also gave me a couple of paper bags with your stuff in them, and I put them on the floor beside your desk."

I stared at Dianne and didn't say anything. Dianne continued. "Jenn was heading for his place as soon as I went out the door. She's addicted to whatever he causes to happen inside her. If she married you, she would still be fucking him, too. She needs it. More than you, more than anything. It's like a drug. I think she would do or say anything as long as he keeps fucking her."

"God, Dianne! How much of this is my fault? I taught her to let herself go and enjoy sex, and now . . ."

"Shh! Jenn didn't have to do what she did. She's an adult! She chose to go to that guy's apartment. Whatever happened, it's not your fault!"

Dianne was afraid to leave me alone. Rather than trust anyone else, she essentially moved in with me. She left to shower, to go to the bathroom, and to change her clothes. For the next several days she was never away from me for more than forty-five minutes at a time. 

She escorted me to the dining hall and made certain I ate. She studied and worked at my desk. She slept with me in my bed. When we were alone in my room, she kept us both naked. I didn't care and I didn't respond to her. She said I was mourning the death of love. At the time I had no idea what she meant. 

Each day I could read the open concern on her face. I just felt numb, and I couldn't find a reason to rejoin the human race. The image of that thick shaft moving up and down in Jenn's pussy haunted my thoughts and made me so furious my stomach hurt. It was always followed by the imagined image of blood all over my hands.

The following Wednesday I was sitting at my desk after dinner, naked as usual. I heard Dianne say something, but I wasn't paying attention. "I'm sorry. What did you say?"

"I said, 'I need to fuck.'"

I looked down at my shriveled, flaccid organ. It hadn't been stiff since Friday. "Sorry. I think it died."

Dianne scowled at me. After a few seconds she walked over to her purse and pulled out her dildo, the one that looked so much like my erect organ, at least insofar as I could remember. I watched her smear lubricant on it. She looked at me again, then lay back on my bed. She slowly pushed the dildo into her pussy.

Dianne began to fuck herself with the dildo. She moved it partway in and out of her pussy with one hand, and with the other she rubbed her breasts. After a few minutes she began to move the dildo faster. When the dildo was completely inside her, she twisted it so that the tickler rubbed her clitoris. Her breathing changed.




A Bargain Ch. 07



Dianne began to gasp as she fucked herself faster and harder. Her hips were thrusting back against the downward movements of the dildo. She pulled at her nipples with one hand. She was so wet the dildo was making slurpy sounds as she pumped it up and down. "Don! . . . Don! . . . Don! . . . Fuck me, Don! . . . Oh! . . . Yes! . . . Oh Don! . . . AAAAH!"

I knew Dianne well enough to know that she had a real orgasm. Her calling my name puzzled me, given my present condition. As she relaxed back against the bed, I became aware of the powerful scent of her pussy. She turned her face toward me, and her pupils were so dilated her eyes appeared to be completely black. She grinned. "I guess he's not dead after all!"

I glanced down and my penis was erect. He wasn't as hard as he usually got, but he was definitely erect. As I stared he slowly drooped and softened. Dianne was more disappointed than I was when she unsuccessfully tried to get him hard when she slept with me that night.

Dianne masturbated in front of me again after lunch on Thursday. My penis stayed erect a little longer this time. "Pretty soon you'll be back!" she said. I wasn't so certain, but I no longer found myself thinking constantly about Jenn being fucked by that thick penis. I preferred to think about Dianne using her dildo as she lay on my bed, and images of blood on my hands had disappeared..

It was months later before I caught on. When Dianne realized that I couldn't forget the sexual scene that had effectively emasculated me, she deliberately provided me with an erotic replacement. She masturbated on my bed to provide ME with relief, not herself. And it worked.

DIANNE'S THERAPY SUCCEEDS

That Thursday night about 10:00, Dianne left for a few minutes and returned with a cold six-pack of beer. We sat together, naked, on my bed and we each drank one. I quickly felt the buzz. Dianne looked at me and smiled. "You know, there's something I've always wanted to try. Will you help me?"

I was in no mood to disagree, so I asked Dianne what she wanted me to do. She handed me two cold beers. "Sit down in that chair, Don."

As soon as I sat down Dianne giggled and sat down on top of my thighs with her back against my chest. She tied a towel around her eyes as a blindfold. "Now I want you to reach around and touch my nipples with the cold cans. Just for a second, then off. Try to do it so I can't tell which nipple is next. Or when the cold is coming. Okay?"

"What's this supposed to do? I mean, besides freeze your nipples?"

"I've heard it turns some women on. I want to see. Can you do it?"

The beer had made me mellow. "Sure. I hope you don't scream too much."

Dianne's body jerked and she gasped the first few times I touched the cans to her nipples. I paused for several seconds, and when I touched her again she jerked again. But rather than gasp, she moaned in obvious pleasure. I became more interested in what I was doing.

After another few minutes Dianne was getting really aroused. She no longer jerked when I touched her nipples. Instead she trembled. Her moans got louder and longer. Between touches she wiggled on my lap.

Dianne suddenly screamed "Yes!" and she reached between her legs. I felt her take hold of my erect penis. I'd been so interested in her responses that I hadn't even been aware I'd gotten hard.

Dianne lifted herself off my lap, then sat down slowly so that my penis slipped into her. In this position half of my penis didn't go in. But it still felt wonderful."The cans! Touch me again!"

I remained hard as Dianne got more and more excited. Several minutes later when I pressed the cans against both of her nipples at the same time she threw her head back and screamed. I could feel her vagina squeezing my penis. I put the beers down and cupped her breasts. She slowly calmed down.

"Wow! That was really different! You just fucked me, didn't you? You even got me to climax."

"Well, I guess. But I didn't . . . I didn't ejaculate, so it really . . . wasn't the same, was it?"

Dianne smiled. "Maybe not, but it's a start!" She dropped to her knees and began to fellate me. "Yum! I love tasting myself on your penis! It would be even better with cream!" It took her a long, long time. I don't know where she found the stamina, but I finally ejaculated into her mouth. So much cum came out that she choked on it.

Dianne kissed me with streaks of my cum running from the sides of her mouth to her breasts. She was giggling. "I should have known you'd do that! I've never blown you when you've been saving it up. I can usually swallow it all. But not that much!"

That Thursday night I was much more aware of Dianne's nakedness as she slept against me. In the morning I had another erection. It disappeared after I urinated in the bathroom, but Dianne didn't mind. "Almost back!" she said. "I can wait."

I wasn't able to get it up that night. It had been one week since I had come home early and seen Jenn fucking that freak of nature. But the following night I managed to make love to Dianne. I was barely adequate, but Dianne treated me as if I were the world's best lover. It didn't fool me, but I felt better than I had for a long time. 

My roommate came back the next afternoon, and spending every waking hour naked with Dianne had to end. But when Jenn didn't move back in that day, Dianne invited me to her room for the night. I did a better job that time. 

Several days passed and Jenn failed to appear, so I slept with Dianne every night. When Jenn failed to appear for the class she was supposed to teach, the department started looking for her. She had moved all of her belongings out of the professor's apartment and disappeared. They assigned another graduate student to teach her class, and everyone forgot about her. There was nobody on the waiting list for the dorm, and Jenn's bed remained empty.

With Jenn gone, I began spending my days in my official dorm room, and my nights in Dianne's room. Within two weeks I felt almost normal again, and Dianne and I managed to pick up our relationship where we had left it, two days before Jenn had come back from her parents' home. In spite of both our fears about my experiencing a rebound, not real feelings, I knew I was once again falling in love with Dianne.

DIANNE AND I BUILD A LIFE TOGETHER

By the end of the semester Dianne finally believed that I loved her. I sold the ring I'd given to Jenn, and I bought another for Dianne. Once we were officially engaged, we moved in together in an off-campus apartment. A year later, when we both completed our degrees, we were married in a small ceremony.

A year after that our first daughter was born. Two years later, our second. I had a full-time job, and Dianne was working part-time. We shared parenting duties so that one of us was always with the girls. It worked for all of us. Dianne proved to be a wonderful mother, and her C-cups grew to DD as she nursed. When the nursing ended, she dropped back to a firm D. I enjoyed buying her all new underwear!

I was attending a convention near Chicago almost exactly five years to the day when I caught Jenn fucking that guy. One night there wasn't anything interesting scheduled, and several of the guys wanted to go out and do something they couldn't do when their wives were around. They had heard about a live sex show in a private club about thirty miles from Chicago, and they all wanted to go. I declined amid a lot of snide comments about how pussy-whipped I was. They all piled into a rented car with a lot of hoops and hollers, and away they went. They reminded me of the guys I knew in the army who were heading out looking for prostitutes. 

Frankly I wasn't interested in watching other people fuck, particularly at this time each year. I called Dianne and talked to her for almost an hour. We both knew I was thinking about that day five years earlier, but we both avoided mentioning it. After I hung up the phone, I tossed and turned for several hours before I fell asleep. When your nightmares - even those that are just memories - are real, it's sometimes better to stay awake.

In the morning the guys gathered around me as I finished my breakfast. They all had silly grins on their faces. "You missed the sex show of the century!" Lloyd told me. "Unfuckingbelievable!"

"Here! We brought you a little souvenir," said Gene. "Man, you really shoulda been there!" He handed me a brochure. "This'll give you an idea of what you missed. God, I've never seen a woman cum like that! It was incredible!"

I felt bad memories bubbling to the surface as I read the front of the brochure. "The Amazing Orgasma and Bruno the Human Bull. You are guaranteed to see at least ten authentic, body-shaking female orgasms and one voluminous male ejaculation - live, right before your eyes! Seating limited to 100 people per show. Minimum age: Men - 25, women 21. Proof of age required. Gallery tickets, $100 - $150 per person, depending upon location. Three front-row private-entry windowed booths with padded table for six - $2500 each."

The pictures inside showed a man and a black-haired woman, both scantily clad, both smiling, with their arms around each other. She had huge DD breasts, and his barely-covered penis and balls bulged obscenely in a tight, skimpy pouch. There was also a sketch of the seating diagram with the various prices marked. Finally there was a waiver form, acknowledging, among other things, that the purchaser was aware that actual sexual acts would be performed on the stage, and possibly by members of the audience, during the show.

I had a very bad feeling about this, even though Orgasma and Bruno didn't look like anyone I had ever seen before. I put the brochure in my pocket, and Ed, Gene, Lloyd, Ken, and Louis described the act they had seen. Their comments came so fast it was like one continuous story.

"The place was packed!" said Ed. "They only let us in after we paid a hundred bucks each just to stand at the back!"

"There were these little private areas down front," added Lloyd. "Right at the stage. Nobody else could get inside them, but everyone could see inside. Each one had five guys and a hot-looking woman. Those people spent a mint to get so close!"

"This great-lookin' broad came out wearing a shorty baby-doll. The guy with her looked pretty average except for his crotch," said Ken. "All he had on was a silver jockstrap and his dork was soft in it. But we could tell he was really hung. Hell, he called himself a bull!"

"Yeah, then Orgasma - she's the bitch - started rubbing herself through her negligee," said Louis. "After a couple of minutes she was really goin' at it and . . . "

Ed interrupted him. "The Bruno guy. He started strokin' his meat through his jock and his prick starting stickin' straight out! Man, you could see it taking shape as it stretched the cloth! The head on it was as big as an apple! If I had one like that . . . " 

Gene cut in. "You wish! Right about then Orgasma began to moan real loud. Bruno, he pulled off her clothes and showed us her completely shaved snatch. God, I never seen such big cunt lips! They were hangin' like maybe a couple of inches from her crotch, and they were all pink and wet."

Lloyd next: "God, yes! Big, juicy, plump cunt lips, just crying to be fucked! Anyway, Orgasma pulled Bruno's jock off, and his tool was unbelievable! It wasn't long, maybe seven inches, but I never seen one so thick before! Probably at least four inches across! And his balls! Gigantic! Like oranges!" 

"Thickest one I've ever seen!" added Ed. "So he lies down on his back and she climbs on top of him and she starts to force his prick inside. Those big, juicy cunt lips spread out, and all of a sudden his big prick-head slips inside, and she goes off. I mean off the charts! Screaming, moaning, and her whole body twitchin' and shakin' like nothin' you ever saw."

The guys were all nodding their heads, and I could see that they were getting hard just talking about it. Ken continued. "Bruno, he just lets her slowly come back down. He's rubbing her big tits the whole time and her nipples are sticking out like little fingers. All of a sudden she lets a coupla more inches slip inside her, and off she goes again. She musta cum for a coupla minutes that time. Maybe more. Moaning and screaming and twitchin' the whole time."

"God, it was hot! By this time every guy in the room has his dork out," Louis added. "There were quite a few women in the room, but I was only watchin' the ones right next to the stage. In those little glassed-in private rooms. The guys were grabbin' their cunts and tits through their clothes and they weren't complainin' at all. They were kissing and groping every guy they could reach."

Gene: "Orgasma finally got him all the way inside, and she goes off again. She's had the three most incredible orgasms I've ever seen, and he hasn't done nothin' except let her take his monster dork balls-deep inside her cunt."

"That's when I heard a woman moaning over to one side of the audience, so I turned that way," said Lloyd. "There was a guy porking a middle-aged broad, doggy style over a chair. There were guys pushing into a line so they could be next. The sex in the room was contagious!"

"Don, you could hear ripping sounds as the women in the audience were stripped naked," continued Gene. "Three, four, five guys were trying to fuck every woman in the room. Most of the guys were naked too, and a lot of them had already jerked off. The women were screaming, but like they wanted it, you know? It was a fuckin' orgy and the show wasn't even over yet!"

"Bruno began to go a coupla inches in and out of Orgasma by bucking her up with his hips, and we could hear the wet sound when she slammed back down on him. It wasn't two minutes before she came again," added Louis.

"Down in one of the private areas I could see a naked broad fucking a fat black guy," said Ed. "I looked around and every woman in the room had a dick in her twat. Hell, most of them had a dick or two trying to fuck their mouths, too."

Gene chimed back in. "The way the show went from there, well, Orgasma and Bruno would wait a few minutes after she stopped, and then he'd fuck her a few times and she'd cum again. He rolled her over into the missionary position, and really began to go to town."

Ed again. "He'd pull all the way out, then go all the way back in. Orgasma just went absolutely nuts. This musta gone on for thirty, maybe thirty-five minutes. By that time all guys in the audience had beat off and sprayed cum all over the place, and most of us were on our second time." 

"Then Orgasma started screaming that she wanted his cream, and while she was having another big one, Bruno filled her cunt with his stuff," added Lloyd.

Spit was running out of the sides of Louis's mouth as he talked. "Filled is the right word! There wasn't room for it inside her, and as he kept pumping in and out of her, it squirted out. Those big balls of his musta put out a gallon of cum! God, it squirted everywhere as she fucked him! Never seen nothin' like it!"

Ken: "Orgasma kinda collapsed, and Bruno put her on this little table on her back. He held her knees up and her legs apart, and he turned the table so that everyone got a good luck at her pussy. Man, even from the back of the room we could see that she was still wide open and cum was running out of her in a steady stream."

Ed: "We could see that the muscles in her stomach were still wiggling. She was moanin' and groanin' and God it was incredible! That cunt was still having a climax! And that thick prick had been out of her for a coupla minutes already!"

Gene: "I saw five different guys gang-fuck that one bitch who was down in the front-row private booth, but when they started doing seconds, I couldn't see too well. All around us people were fucking any woman they could grab. We would have gotten some pussy too, but we were just too far away and there were too many guys fightin' for every available cunt."

Ken: "Bruno still had a hard-on when he picked Orgasma up and carried her off the stage. Most people didn't even notice 'cause they were busy fuckin' or beatin' off. You could see the cum dripping of both of them as they finished their act."

Louis: "We had to wait in line to use the bathroom just so we could clean some of the cum off our clothes! I came so hard a coupla times that I don't think I'll be able to get hard again for a week!"

Gene: "That's when we picked up the pamphlet. And these pictures! Fifty bucks each!" He handed me several high-quality, digital photographs. I stopped breathing in the middle of looking at them. 

One showed Orgasma riding Bruno, just as the guys had described, with about half of his incredibly thick penis inside her. Another showed a closeup of Bruno's organ as Orgasms licked the monstrous purple head of his incredibly thick erection. The third showed a closeup of Orgasma's obviously-just-fucked, wide-open vagina as cum ran out of it. The final shot showed Orgasma's face as she climaxed. It was a closeup, and that's when I knew there was absolutely no doubt.

Orgasma was Jenn. Apparently she'd had a boob job, and she'd dyed and restyled her hair, but she was still Jenn. She and I had joked about the tiny, distinctive D-shaped scar beside her nose, and there it was on Orgasma's face. Even though I'd never seen his face, Bruno had to be the guy I'd caught fucking her with the penis he called El Toro.

Seeing what Jeen was doing with her life really jolted me. I left the exuberant guys and went back to my room. I sat in a chair and stared at the blank screen on the television. I wondered how much of Jenn's fate would never have happened if I hadn't been so eager to fuck her. If I hadn't gotten so much pleasure out of teaching her how to enjoy sex. If . . .

I called Dianne, and we talked about it for more than an hour. I'd definitely married the right roommate. She shared a lot of wisdom, but what I remember most is her words about who was responsible. It was almost a lecture, and I listened carefully without interrupting her.

"Don, Jenn didn't have to fuck that guy. Okay, technically he raped her, but she knowingly put herself into a situation where she knew he would probably fuck her. She let her curiosity overwhelm her common sense. And whatever decency she had. And the loyalty she should have felt for you. She chose to betray your trust. She admitted to me that she planned to get naked with him if that's what it took for her to see his huge penis. Only an idiot would think that wouldn't lead to sex. And whatever Jenn was, she wasn't an idiot. But she really wanted to find out what sex was like with a bigger penis than yours.

"Afterwards she discovered that he had something she couldn't live without. Whatever his big organ did inside her, she wasn't strong enough to do without it. She was even going to marry you and keep fucking that guy. She didn't really love you. She just wanted to be married to you. She made her choices, and she's the one responsible for her life, not you.

"I have no way of knowing if I would have done the same thing if he'd fucked me. Maybe I would have become addicted to it like she is. But even before we admitted that we were in love with each other, I felt too much affection for you to take that kind of risk. I would NEVER have gone to his room under those circumstances. Jenn chose to take the risk, you didn't. It's her fault and her responsibility, not yours. You absolutely cannot be blamed that she turned out the way she did."

I don't ever remember being more in love with Dianne than I was after that conversation. That night it was hard to sleep alone, without her.

Two days later I arrived home and showed the brochure to Dianne. I told her how the other guys described the Orgasma Show. "They said that the men in the audience started fucking every woman in the room? And the women let them?" she asked. 




A Bargain Ch. 07



I nodded. "It was like they had no self-control at all." 

"You know, I used to think I'd like to be so turned on that I absolutely couldn't control my lust. No matter what happened it wouldn't be my fault. When I first got to college I often drank so much that I completely lost control. Then one night I got gang- fucked by a bunch of guys at a fraternity party."

That was news to me! "You never mentioned that before! Do you want to talk about it?"

"No more than I just have. It's not exactly a high point of my life, and it happened a long time before I met you. But I learned something about myself from it. Sex for me is only good when I CHOOSE to lose control. That's why it's so good with you. There comes a point where I simply give you my complete trust, and you always know exactly what to do."

"But what if I can't satisfy you? What if you choose to lose control with someone else? What then?"

"You know how we've sometimes talked about expanding our marriage to include another man or another woman - or even another couple. But there would be a price. If we find out that we enjoy someone else, that's fine. If we discover that someone else gives us better sex, that's fine too. But if we decided that we had to HAVE that other person, then we've lost not only our marriage but our family."

"Dianne, are you saying that you absolutely don't want to . . . you know . . . swing?"

"No, I'm not saying that at all. But I think we need to assess the risks before we go blindly charging into something like that. I think we could really enjoy sharing sex with other people. But we could also lose our marriage doing it."

"Would you divorce me if you found out I was having an affair?"

Dianne gave me a scowl. "Buster, if you start sneaking around on me, I'll make you regret it!" Then she smiled. "Don, if that was the right thing for our marriage, then it would be fine with me."

"But you would have to know about it, right?"

"Yes, of course. And if I take another man to bed, I'll tell you, first."

"And if I said I didn't want you to?"

"Then it would be time to assess our marriage, wouldn't it?"

I held Dianne and kissed her gently on the lips. "How do you know I didn't have sex with someone at the convention? How do you know I've been faithful to you?"

Dianne gave me an incredibly loving smile. "Because, you silly man, if you did anything differently in bed, I'd notice. There's no way you could have sex with anyone else and hide THAT from me!"

"Like to put that to the test? Make doubly certain that I didn't have sex on my trip?"

Dianne gave me a deep, throaty laugh. "We'd better go to the bedroom! I don't want the girls to find us out here in the morning. And there's one thing I'm absolutely certain about. I'm going to fuck you until staggering to the toilet is almost beyond your strength. Let's see if you can do the same to me!"

About a week later we again talked about Jenn/Orgasma. Ed had scanned the pictures of Orgasma and Bruno and e-mailed them to me. I printed them out and showed them to Dianne. "Yes, that really is Jenn. So sad," she said. She knew I was feeling guilty, even if I couldn't explain why. She could.

"Jenn was truly wrong, Don. She was thinking about herself and own pleasure. She wasn't worrying about you. She was only worrying about having you find out. That's not love. That's just selfish desire."

"But what if . . . what if she had fucked him that one time and then put it behind her? What if I never found out and she never did it again? Would it really have mattered?"

"Yes, it would have mattered. Maybe not as much since you hadn't gotten married yet, but she was still cheating. And cheaters can be counted on to cheat. Again and again."

"So thinking she might never have done it again was just a dream? Wishful thinking?"

Dianne smiled at me. "You're a little slow, but you're getting it! You were in love with Jenn, but you didn't know who she really was. You were so caught up in the fun of teaching her about sex that you forgot about the deal she made with you. She offered her body to you so she could cheat on an exam. Remember how worried she was about somebody finding out? She didn't care if she cheated. She just didn't want to get caught.

"If Jenn had wanted a new car that you couldn't afford, she would have slept with the car dealer in order to get a discount. 'Just don't tell my husband!' would have been her only request. If she had felt an itch that needed scratching, she would have found somebody to scratch it. You were lucky she found that guy before you married her."

"LUCKY? I thought my life was over when I saw him fucking her! How can you . . .?"

"Shush! Don't you understand anything? If you had married Jenn, eventually you would have been forced to confront her infidelity. It was only a matter of time. You still see her as that poor little girl you talked out of her clothes. But she was a clever witch who intuitively knew she could control you by making a deal with you for her body. Are all guys as ignorant as you? Jenn strayed, but you found out. She chose the guy with the thick dick. She saw him the first time she went to the pool. You even came in and heard her talking to me about how big he was. How much worse would that have been after you had married her? After a couple of kids?"

I thought about what Dianne had said, and through the fog of lust and love I'd felt for Jenn, I belatedly realized that Dianne was right. I had been very, very lucky.

"Actually, that's not the real reason I was lucky."

"Oh? Is there more?" Dianne gave me a special smile I knew very well indeed.

"I seem to recall a certain naked wench trying to bring me back to life. Was I imagining those times she masturbated in front of me? All those nights cuddling naked with me? That night when I finally got it up as she sat on my lap? Would we have ever gotten together if Jenn hadn't left me so completely screwed up?"

Dianne smiled knowingly. "You still have a lot to learn, my husband. Don't forget. Jenn told me all about the deal she made with you. Jenn told me how you managed to keep from fucking her, even though she begged for it. I decided to leave you alone - and wait until Jenn screwed up. And I knew she would. Just like I said before, I knew she would eventually offer her body to somebody in exchange for something she wanted. And I knew you would eventually find out.

"When she did it before you were married, I knew she had completely blown it with you. That gave me my chance. You fell in love with her when she was running around naked with you. Why would I keep my clothes on? Besides I have bigger boobs! You never had a CHANCE!"

Dianne looked at the expression on my face and began to laugh. I started to laugh, too. We were still laughing a couple of minutes later when we christened the sofa in the living room. It's a wonderful memory, and the stain still won't come completely out.

END GAME

That was more than seventeen years ago. Occasionally I wonder what happened to Jenn. She's certainly too old to be the star in a sex show. Did she marry that guy? Is she happy? But Jenn is just a faded memory, actually a fading memory of a person I never really knew. I shared something with her that I thought was special - but it really wasn't, for her at least. And who would've expected that a bargain to get one woman naked would get me happily married to another? 

To the surprise of many of our college friends, Dianne and I have been married for more than twenty years. Yes, we're very happy. And yes, our love life is full and varied, although we still haven't tried swinging. If she wants to try another man, I'll go along with her wishes. But I'm really not interested in sex with another woman. Except when one of us is sick, we still always sleep together naked and wrapped around each other.

Besides Dianne has this uncanny ability to distract me. Somehow she always knows when I'm remembering what happened with Jenn and that guy, and for a few days Dianne acts as if clothing is an evil curse. She's got one hell of a body for a woman who's popped two kids, and does she ever know how to use it! And now that our girls are grown and out of the house most of the time, we spend a lot of time naked and together. She still likes doggy-style best. So do I!

Author's Note: At the beginning of this story, I defined the meaning of "bargain" as a transaction, or a contract, or a deal, or perhaps a concord. But a bargain can also be something that has a greater value than its cost. It's impossible to ignore the emotional cost I endured, but in spite of that cost, it's clear to me that Dianne's love was the real bargain in this story. What say you?