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Studio

By: Gecko68



Christen is the first really sexy girlfriend I've had - beautiful, dark eyes, a shining smile and a gorgeous figure that drove me wild. We've been going out for three years now and whenever we're out on the town there's no shortage of guys checking her out. While I always thought I'd be furious if Christen ever cheated on me, watching guys lusting after her in the pub or as she lay on the beach in a swimsuit was kind of exciting.

One guy who I knew regularly boned-up over my girl was my best mate, Dylan. He had the hots for Christen before we started going out and, while I was pretty confident he'd never touch her, I could tell he thought she was hot stuff. So I wasn't surprised when Dylan asked one day if Christen and me would do some modeling work for an amateur photography course he was doing.

"It's just portraits and stuff - all fully clothed," Dylan explained about the class. "You and Christen get a copy of the photos for your trouble and the teacher usually opens a couple of bottles of red after the class."

I knew that Christen had been dying to get some professional photos taken of the two of us and that Dylan was pretty good with a camera, so I said yes.

The class was at the instructor's house, a big place only a block from the beach. I parked the car in the large front yard and we headed to the studio, which Dylan had told us was out the back - beside the swimming pool and tennis court. Jeez, I thought, this guy's loaded.

Dylan greeted us at the door and introduced us to the instructor, an outdoors type of guy by the name of Gary. He was a bit older than us but looked like he spent a fair bit of time in the gym and on the beach. 

"Hi guys. Looks like it's only us tonight, the other students pulled out," Gary said, checking Christen out pretty thoroughly as we walked into the studio.

The studio was painted black inside, with overhead lights, one of those silver umbrellas photographers use and a door that led into a room full of props: hats, costumes, feather boas - you name it.

"Okay, tonight we're going to do a few artistic poses, both of you together and separately," Gary said, handing us each a glass of wine. "Dylan will take the photos and I'll look after everything else.

"Christen can you take your jacket off?" he said, looking and sounding like a man who worked with models every day. 

I knew this request would horrify Christen, who was pretty shy about her body. While she liked to wear tight, low-cut tops and even tighter pants, when she was outside or around strangers she usually kept this beautiful vision hidden by bulky jackets and shirts, even on a warm day like this one. 

"I feel a bit exposed," she whispered to me with a giggle in her voice, taking her jacket off, polishing off her wine and folding her arms in front of her. 

"Don't worry hon', you look fantastic," I reassured her. Actually she looked fucking hot - standing under the strong studio lights, her figure-hugging clothes looked like they were spray-painted on. 

The first poses were boring portrait stuff, then we moved into some weird yoga-style positions - Gary directing and Dylan snapping away.

"Okay Christen, your turn alone," said Gary, and then after a pause: "To start with, just relax and stand there with your hands on your hips and feet slightly apart."

My shy girlfriend probably didn't realise how sexy she looked in this position, her breasts thrust high in the air, her erect nipples forced hard against her tight top and her pants revealing her pussy mound. Dylan took pictures from a few angles, one of them right between her legs, the camera lens centimetres from her snatch.

"Now, can you lie down on the bench behind you, arms and legs outstretched," said Gary, who walked up and stood next to her, placing one hand gently on her thigh and the other on her shoulder. 

My heart started thumping: this muscular, good-looking bloke was touching my beautiful girlfriend as she lay beneath him, vulnerable and looking virtually naked. But it was about to get worse.

After a few more happy snaps, Gary said to his photography student: "Look at the light and shadow here Dylan", as he traced a finger along the shadow that curved under Christen's generous breast and ran along her waist. 

"Oh, that tickles," was all she said. Where was the shriek that would normally follow a stranger brushing his finger against her breast? Now my heart was racing, with a tinge of jealousy but mainly from the excitement. Wow! My shy, homely girlfriend was stretched out before the leering eyes of three horny guys and I could tell she loved it. 

At Gary's request Christen sat up and moved into her next pose - sitting on the bench, her back arched. Standing behind her, Gary gently gathered her long hair and lay it over one shoulder, resting his hand there for a second too long. But Christen wasn't complaining - she had a dreamy look in her eyes, her cheeks were flushed and her nipples were hard.

"I could get used to this," she told us. "It makes a girl feel very pampered."

"A model in the making, huh?" Gary said. "Well maybe you'd like to try dressing up. The wardrobe's next door. Why don't you try something on."

Christen walked into the next room, polishing off another glass of wine on her way. After a few minutes she appeared at the door, wearing a white, one-piece swimsuit with a blue sarong wrapped around her slender waist.

"Hey guys, it's beach time," she said throwing her arms in the air and turning around to show off her costume. I couldn't believe what the photography class had unleashed. The swimsuit was cut low, showing lots of cleavage, and I could tell, underneath the sarong, the fabric only just covered her pussy.

My eyes popped out of my head and so did Dylan's. Gary, the cool, calm professional, said as he tinkered with a camera: "Fantastic, I've got just the setting for these shots".

Gary led Christen out to the pool, while Dylan got us some more drinks. Outside, Christen was sitting on the edge of the pool while Gary got his equipment ready. I walked up to Christen, handed her a glass of wine and gave her a kiss on the lips.

"Thanks Babe. Hope you don't mind me posing like this but I'll have some wonderful photos for you," she said, before she downed most of the wine.

"No worries hon'," I said, loving the fact that two guys were drooling over her hot bod. This time Gary grabbed the camera and started shooting as I sat on a deck chair alongside Dylan.

Gary asked Christen to sit on the pool's edge and rest back on her hands, which thrust her boobs high in the air and highlighted the sensual curve of her arse.

"Okay, now take the sarong off and drape it over your shoulder," Gary said. Christen did exactly as she was told. She looked beautiful, lying stretched out beside the pool in her skimpy swimsuit. Gary got her to slip into the pool and the cool water instantly swelled her nipples, which were clearly visible through her white swimmers. 

After a few poses she lifted herself onto the edge of the pool and rested on her elbows, which pushed her breasts together and pulled her swimsuit across one boob to reveal a large, firm nipple.

Christen looked down to check the condition of her swimsuit but instead of covering herself she looked back up at the camera, or Gary, with an inviting smile. There were a few more poses - the attention was driving Christen wild and she was fully playing the modeling game - when she grabbed the swimsuit between her boobs and pulled it down. We all heard the elastic snap and Christen stopped to look down at swimsuit, which was now gaping and revealing most of her breasts. 

I still expected Christen to scamper away covering her breasts but that was the last thing on her mind.

"Oh no, sorry about the swimsuit," she said. Rather than covering herself, Christen held the damaged top of her swimmers out from her chest so that Gary, standing above her, could see all of her breasts.

"Not a problem," he said. "There's no need to stop the shoot. If you feel comfortable why don't we try a few glamour shots."

I was burning up inside. I hated seeing my girlfriend half-naked in front of other men. Without a second thought she slipped the straps off her shoulders, letting them dangle by her sides. Her breasts and flat tummy were now fully exposed and she asked Gary: "Where would you like me?"

The instructor helped her out of the pool, holding her hand, and led her to a long wooden bench-seat covered with a cushion. He started with a few discreet poses, such as her sitting with her knees up, covering her breasts. Christen looked a little nervous but after a few minutes and another two glasses of wine seemed to forget she was posing half-naked in front of a virtual stranger. 

Gary got her to sit on the edge of the bench and I could tell how hot this was making her feel when she opened her legs wide enough so we all could see the shape of her lips pushing against the swimsuit. 

Gary was snapping away as Christen fondled her breasts then hooked her thumbs into the front of her swimsuit, pushing it down to just above her slit. We could all see the slight mound of her pussy, barely covered by a thin tuft of light-coloured hair.

She then stood up, looked seductively at Gary and wiggled her hips so the swimsuit dropped to her ankles. There she stood, my sweet girlfriend, unafraid of showing us every inch of her sexy body.

Dylan's jaw dropped and Gary kept on shooting, telling Christen how fantastic she looked.

Christen was now in control of her own poses and she went wild. With her legs spread, she massaged her breasts and ran her hands down to her pussy. Then she laid down on her front on the bench, with one leg straight and the other bent to the side, with her arse raised slightly to show Gary her lips and her butt hole. Gary got some close-ups then said: "What you need, beautiful, is some oil. Don't move a muscle. I'll be right back".

I expected her to cover up but she just lay there, fully naked in front of Dylan and me. When Gary returned a minute later I thought he might hand the baby oil to me, but instead he poured it into his own hands. Surely Christen would ask that I do the honours, but when she saw Gary with the oil she remained silent, her arse and lips still raised, waiting for her muscular, tanned photographer to rub his hands over her entire body.

Gary started massaging the oil into her shoulders and arms, then worked down her back and over her firm arse cheeks. He ran an oiled finger tenderly over her butt hole and slowly between her lips, which he then cupped in his hand. Christen didn't move from his touch, in fact it looked like she was pushing against his hand. Gary told her to turn around and she obeyed, lying on her back with her knees raised and slightly apart. As she lay there looking up at Gary - in a position I thought only I would ever see - Gary oiled his hands again and rubbed them over her shoulders and her breasts, squeezing her nipples slightly. 

I just sat there, not believing what a turn-on this was for me. As Gary spread my girlfriend's knees wider apart and poured oil over her belly I almost came in my pants. 

Christen giggled and squirmed at the touch of the cool oil on her bare skin but didn't protest. She looked so horny I don't think she knew where she was. She moaned as Gary rubbed the oil over her belly and onto her pussy, and when he reached her lips she grabbed his hand and pulled his palm hard against her. 

Gary kept rubbing with long, slow strokes then slipped a finger inside her, Christen lifting her butt slightly to let him deeper inside. 

As Gary caressed my girlfriend's breasts and pussy, she reached over to rub his bulging crotch. Did she know I was even there, a couple of metres away, watching her performance? She unzipped Gary's fly and unleashed his erect cock, gently wrapping her hands around his shaft then exploring the head with her fingers. Dylan and I watched as my girlfriend pumped away at this stranger's cock, her legs spread with his fingers inside, massaging her g-spot.

They stopped as she pulled Gary's t-shirt off and undid his shorts, and he knelt on the bench between her legs. I watched, with my cock pulsating, as Christen smiled seductively at her lover and moved her legs further apart, showing that she wanted his cock deep inside her. Once he was inside she grabbed his butt and pulled him hard against her. They made love passionately on the bench, Gary thrusting deep into my girlfriend, she rubbing his butt and probing his hole, both seemingly unaware of Dylan and me watching nearby. 

Suddenly Christen's breathing stopped and her back arched, a sign, I knew, that she was about to cum. The two of them started moaning loudly and they climaxed together.

When both had finished, they settled into in each other's arms, Christen running her fingers through her lover's hair. I looked over at Dylan, who I was pretty sure had cum in his pants, and we got up and went inside, leaving my girlfriend and her lover beside the pool to enjoy the moment. 

It was strange, but I wasn't jealous. It was more of a turn-on - that a photo session had unlocked my girlfriend's wild side - which I explained to Christen as we drove home after our adventurous afternoon.

Studio 96



Ryan shut off the engine and checked himself in the mirror, then exited his car for his haircut. Studio 96 was not the kind of name for a place that a guy who wasn't confident in his sexuality would patronize. Most of the clientele were middle aged women trying to look younger.

Ryan was eternally grateful that he hadn't let the name put him off. He had discovered Studio 96 a couple of years ago when it had just opened and he was desperate for a last minute haircut for an unexpected job interview. He was assigned to Mrs. Henderson, a short perky brunette. 

She had shampooed his hair, something Ryan always found sensual, and Mrs. Henderson, or Adrianne, as she now insisted he call her, gave him the full treatment. Ryan lay back, eyes closed, and felt Adrianne's fingers electrifying his scalp. He imagined her leaving her sink and coming over to his chair and massaging his groin, and then mounting him. She would go into hysterics of pleasure as she ripped off her blouse and bra while impaling herself on his steel cock.

She pointed him to her chair and gave him full service there too, trimming his eyebrows and ears, all while holding an intelligent conversation. Then she turned the chair so Ryan could see himself in the mirror. 

Ryan was shocked. He barely recognized himself. But as he got used to his haircut he realized how good he looked. Adrianne agreed and joked that Ryan's wife might like pretending she was with a new man.

Ryan was a little taken aback by this, but gave Adrianne a nice tip anyway. As he was driving home he checked himself a few times in the vanity mirror and saw that it was one of the best haircuts he ever had. His wife agreed and rewarded him that night in bed. She too joked that it made it easy for her to fantasize she was making love to a different man, and that just turned Ryan on more.

Armed with confidence in his looks, Ryan aced the job interview. He was hired on the spot with a substantial increase in salary. He took his wife out to dinner and she rewarded him once more with a session that lasted longer than Gone with the Wind. This was special because it marked the second time they had made love in a couple of months.

Unfortunately, this did not mark the beginning of a new era. Ryan enjoyed his new job, but his love life reverted to its old bimonthly regularity. Still, he was happy enough in his new job to reward Mrs. Henderson with a substantial tip after his next haircut. 

This cemented their relationship. He saw her regularly every six weeks, and while he did not give her $20 tips, he was very generous. She in turn continued to give him sensual hair washes as well as flirting and holding tastefully risqué conversation with him and her co-workers while she cut his hair. She varied his style enough to spark his wife Anne to allow him to have sex with her. 

This arrangement was not satisfactory to Ryan. He never seriously considered cheating on Anne, but did fantasize about it, especially when taking care of his needs on his own. His hairdresser now served double duty, stimulating Anne eight times a year while providing inspiration for Ryan's masturbation fantasies during the intervals.

Ryan often wondered if Adrianne picked up on this. Her flirtations became more overt, though she let out that was happily married. Often her scalp massages would seem like teasing foreplay. Adrianne would often engage in suggestive conversations with the other hairdressers, and this would sometimes lead to an uncomfortable situation when Ryan was displaying a slight bulge under his drape sheet. Once he was sure that Adrianne looked directly at it before smiling lasciviously at him.

A little more than a year after it opened, Studio 96 started to make some changes. 

Ryan first noticed that Adrianne was wearing a more revealing outfit that accentuated her nice set of tits. Meanwhile, Tracy, a tall blonde who worked in the chair next over, was sporting a pair of short shorts that tightly gripped her ass.

After his hair shampoo/scalp massage, Adrianne sat him in his chair and offered him a glass of wine. While Adrianne went to get him his glass of Cabernet, Ryan noticed the young women who were sweeping the floor and assisting with hair washing. All were incredibly good looking, young and nubile, and each had a different hair color. Ryan felt his haircut sheet begin to rise.

When Ryan came home that night, he was ready to roll, but Anne didn't even notice the haircut. They ate dinner in silence and watched TV until they went to bed. Ryan lay awake with a hard-on for a couple of hours until he snuck downstairs to relieve himself in front of his computer. 

Several mundane weeks went by. Ryan called in to Studio 96 on a Monday to make his appointment, now one of the highlights of his life. The owner, Jean, answered the phone and booked him for his appointment. 

"We will see you at 4 pm on Friday the 22nd Mr. Reynolds. "Before you go, I wanted to let you know we are offering a discounted price on our new special shampoo service. It is normally $50, but we have an introductory rate of $30 for our long time customers through the end of the month."

Ryan was intrigued. "What exactly is a special shampoo?"

"Many of our customers find the hair shampoo relaxing and stress relieving. They wish it were more leisurely and in a quieter environment. We give the special shampoo in a private room at the back of the salon."

Ryan did a quick calculation in his head. Ten dollars more was a small price to pay to spend some private time with Adrianne or one of the pretty girls. It would be worth it just for the fantasy value alone.

"That sounds good to me."

Ryan got home that evening before Anne and decided to take advantage of his new fantasy right away. He was about halfway through when he heard her car in the driveway. He quickly squeezed the base of his cock as hard as he could and threw his clothes back on before she came in the door. That night in bed he made advances to her to no avail.

He had to work late the next three nights. Anne was home before him and Ryan was too tired to try and get up in the middle of the night. He knew he could probably sneak in a quick one, but he didn't want to waste his new fantasy on a hurried thrill.

Friday rolled around and Ryan made sure he was finished at work in time for his appointment. As soon as he entered, he was treated differently. Jean, who had always been indifferent to him, greeted him warmly.

"Welcome Mr. Reynolds. Stacy will take your coat. Would you like a glass of wine while you are waiting? Adrianne is almost ready for you."

Ryan handed his coat to the pretty teen-aged blonde and accepted the larger than usual glass of merlot from Jean. He snuck a look at Stacy's ass as she walked to the coat closet and then sat down and picked up a copy of Sports Illustrated. It was Friday and he finished his wine quicker than he meant to.

"Ryan?"

Ryan looked up to see Adrianne standing in front of him. 

"Come with me."

Adrianne led him to the back of the salon. She opened a door that Ryan had thought led to some tanning booths, but instead revealed a low lit room with plush carpet. In the middle of the room was a comfortable chair in front of a hair-washing sink. On a table next to the chair was another glass of wine. Light jazz was playing softly in the back ground.

"You may take off your shoes if you will be more comfortable."

Ryan sat down and untied his oxfords, which were a little tight. Adrianne brought him another glass of wine. She then put the customary hair apron around his neck.

"This is our special shampoo room. We like to give our valued customer a little special treatment. A haircut should be a relaxing and enjoyable experience, especially at the end of the week. You may experience some sensations you are not used to. If you are ever uncomfortable, please say so right away. We are here to please you."

Ryan's curiosity was awoken. He filed all this away in his fantasy file. The door open and Stacy walked in.

"Stacy will be assisting me. Come this way."

Adrianne led Ryan to the chair. He took a couple of sips of his wine. He was starting to feel a little tipsy. 

Ryan sat down in the chair. Adrianne put a towel around his neck and then surprised him by unbuttoning the top button on his shirt.

"That should help you relax a little more."

Ryan took a large gulp of his wine and then let Adrianne guide his head back into the large indentation in the hair washing bowl. She took a warm moist wash cloth and gently scrubbed his face, another new treat, and then folded it into thirds and draped it over his eyes. 

Ryan swished the wine around in his mouth as he relaxed, his taste and other senses heightened by his lack of vision. He heard the water turn on behind him and anticipated the touch of Adrianne's hands on his scalp. 

Ryan realized that it might be Stacy's hands, he wasn't sure. He didn't think he could tell the difference. He started to wonder why they needed two people to give a shampoo. His thoughts were interrupted by moistness upon his scalp, and then the sensual touch of someone's hands. Ryan relaxed and immersed himself in the experience.

Ryan slowly swallowed the wine and began to fantasize about Mrs. Henderson. He felt a slight bulging in his pants. His imagined her leaving her duties and coming around the chair to unzip his pants, pulling out his cock and sucking on it like she was starving. His fantasy almost felt real, except he felt her hands gently working their way through his hair roots.

Ryan became aware of a pressure on his groin. He began to wonder if this was really a fantasy. He focused his concentration on his cock, and became aware that his pants were unzipping and then someone was stroking it through his underwear. Meanwhile, the other set of hands were exploring his scalp.

Ryan was momentarily confused, and considered getting up or at least lifting his head. His head came up ever so slightly. The hands on his head pushed him gently back down. Ryan decided to relax into the situation. 

By now, Ryan's cock was ramrod stiff. He was enjoying every gentle stroke. The stroking stopped. He felt his slacks being tugged down, and obliged by lifting his ass slightly. The hands returned and tugged on his briefs. Ryan reflexively lifted his ass again. He felt his cock spring out. As he lowered himself back down, he felt a soft towel under his naked ass.

The next thing Ryan felt was warm liquid on his genitals. The hands returned and massaged his cock and balls. The lubrication made the contact feel so smooth. It was wonderful.

Ryan took turns first imagining Mrs. Henderson lavishing the attention on him and then young Stacy. Finally he settled on a fantasy where Adrianne was mentoring Stacy on the proper way to give a hand job. He imagined future lessons where they would progress to more advanced techniques. 

Ryan felt all the tension of the week dissipating as his balls began to work. He felt fresh liquid drip on his cock head and then the hand began to work faster. He became aware that his scalp was no longer being massaged, but then he was overtaken and he felt the cum rise up through his cock and spurt up and out over the hand that pumped him for another half a minute until he was dry and shrinking fast.

Ryan thought about lifting his head again, but was overcome by the desire to lay back and enjoy the post orgasmic bliss. He felt warm water squirt against his scalp and remembered his head was still full of shampoo. At about the same time, he felt a warm wash cloth gently but thoroughly wash his groin and lower stomach. After a short while he felt a warm towel gently dry his crotch while another dried his hair.

The lower towel stopped. He heard a door open and close. The other towel stopped. After a few moments he heard Adrianne's voice, "I'll be waiting for you by my chair, Mr. Reynolds."

Ryan slowly arose. He straightened his shirt and pulled up his pants. He picked up his half glass of wine, checked himself in the mirror, and went to get his haircut.

Adrianne acted as if nothing unusual had happened. She kept up her usual banter with Tracy and Lori at the neighboring chairs. She talked about her kids and asked Ryan about his job. She finished up, turned Ryan towards the mirror for his approval, and then removed his apron.

She smiled at him and said, "I hope you enjoyed your special shampoo."

Ryan said, "Very much so. I'm already looking forward to my next appointment."

Ryan paid for his haircut and returned to Adrianne with a $30 tip. She was very appreciative. 

Anne liked his haircut when he came home, and they had a nice evening before she let him seduce her. Because he had had a huge orgasm that afternoon, he lasted much longer than usual to Anne's delight. They had a repeat performance a few days later, but this time it was routine and they went back to their old patterns once again.

Ryan's next haircut was just as enjoyable. He had to pay the regular rate, but it was well worth it. This time they allowed him to step out of his pants, which was much more comfortable. They also secured a blindfold around his eyes. This all made the experience even more relaxing.

Different young assistants went back with him after a while. Once it was a cute short blonde named Chrissie. Another time it was a tall well built athletic girl with black hair named Kelly. Each time he gave them at least a $20 tip.

When he had called Jean this Monday to make an appointment, she told him about another new service they were offering. It was called the "Very Special Shampoo", and was only being offered to select customers. The regular rate was $200, but she had an introductory rate of $100. Ryan was very tempted by all this, but he felt guilty enough about what he was doing and wasn't ready to go any further.

This all changed on Tuesday. He came home from work and Anne asked him a question about the finances. Ryan was tired and snapped at her, and things escalated from there. She pulled out a copy of the credit card bill and wanted to know why his haircuts were so expensive. Ryan edited on-the-fly and came out with, "They treat me well there." in a voice that implied he wasn't treated well at home.

Anne replied with something to the effect that maybe Ryan should start paying her. He retorted with "But I'm married to you." and added "unfortunately" under his breath. Anne left the room and began the silent treatment. Ryan poured himself a large glass of bourbon and called Studio 96 to let them know he had changed his mind and would like the 'very special shampoo this Friday. He made a mental note to withdraw an extra hundred dollars this week so it wouldn't show up on the credit card bill.

Things between him and Anne began to thaw a little bit on Wednesday. He speeded the process on Thursday by bringing home the obligatory flowers. By the end of the night things were back to normal. Ryan decided if they had sex that night, he would cancel the special massage. 

That became a moot point by Friday morning. 

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Jean Simmons looked up from her desk to see Ryan Reynolds getting out of his Lexus. Jean had a soft spot for Ryan. Ryan had been one of her first customers to use the back room. But more importantly, Jean had had an unpleasant encounter with Anne Reynolds some time ago, and she felt sorry for Ryan. This was a way to help him and get back at her.

Jean checked that Adrianne and Kayla were in place. She had already checked on Toni in the back. She turned to back to greet Ryan.

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Ryan walked into the Studio and was greeted warmly by Jean. She offered him a large glass of Merlot which he accepted. She introduced him to a new girl, Kayla, who was quite attractive and barely legal. Ryan covertly coveted her ass as she led him to Adrianne. Adrianne also greeted him warmly and led him to the back of the studio.

"You're here for our new special massage and haircut?"

"'Yes I am."

"This will be slightly different procedure." She said, handing him a light robe. "Go ahead and remove your clothes and put this on, then lay on the massage table. I will be back shortly."

As Adrianne left, Ryan took a large gulp of wine. He hesitated for a moment, and then methodically removed his clothes, hanging his shirt and pants up and stuffing his socks and underwear in his shoes. He put the robe on and drank his wine and then lay on the soft padded table. He noticed round padded rings at the top corners. Ryan closed his eyes.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Adrianne entered. Kayla followed her in, and Ryan's heart leapt. 

"Are you ready, Mr. Reynolds?"

Ryan nodded.

"We need you to be immobilized during the massage. To accomplish that, I am going to ask you to put your wrists in the rings."

Ryan complied, and Kayla tightened them so he could not get loose but was still comfortable. She then secured a blindfold around his eyes. He felt the table roll and bump into something.

"Scoot back a little", Adrianne said as she lifted his head slightly. Ryan moved back on the table about a foot. Adrianne let his head down and it fell in to the crevice of a hair washing sink.

"Let's get started."

Ryan felt warm water stream against his hair. He felt a tugging on his robe and then felt it open. He was exposed, and this time it was his cock that leapt. It was hard in no time, springing up like a kid's punching toy. He felt Adrianne's hand start to work on his hair, and smelled the scent of his usual shampoo. Kayla's hands worked on his cock and balls. Ryan felt the tension fall away from him.

Kayla's hands went away.

"Special massage time", Adrianne said.

Ryan felt Kayla climbing onto the bottom of the table between his legs. He saw her in his mind, naked and beautiful, with her young skin and firm breasts. His cock hardened even more, twitching as it did. Adrianne continued to work on his scalp.

Ryan felt a soft warm touch on the head of his cock. It enveloped the top of the head and then slid back, teasing him. He strained to lift his hips, but couldn't get the leverage. His cock was enveloped again, and he imagined Kayla's sweet lips circling his head like a tootsie-pop.

The touch withdrew again, and then came back, inching down a little farther. Ryan let out a half-sigh half-moan. Again the touch slowly withdrew, and again it slowly came down a little farther. Ryan gasped. Again the touch withdrew. Ryan anticipated more, but it didn't come. Again Ryan tried to lift his hips to no avail.

Ryan felt the touch come down fast this time, enveloping his whole cock, almost touching his balls, and then quickly sliding up to the middle of his cock head, then rapidly back down, fucking him. Ryan looked through his blindfold and saw sexy Kayla bobbing up and down on his cock with her mouth. He felt his balls start to tighten. Her firm breasts were jiggling, her nipples erect with excitement. 

And then it stopped.

Ryan lifted his ass off the table, but found nothing and settled back. He felt his balls and cock stiffen slightly and then begin to subside. His body began to relax. Adrianne continued to massage his head and hair.

Ryan felt Kayla climbing up on the table. He felt her bare legs kneeling outside of his legs. As she worked her way up towards his crotch, the excitement was almost too much for him. He wanted to see and tried to move his hands toward his blindfold, but there was very little slack and he gave up.

He felt a hand grab his cock. It held it still and guided it into Kayla's pussy. He felt her starting to ride him. He knew he wouldn't last long so he concentrated on enjoying every second. Then he erupted into Kayla's pussy with a long primal moan.

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Kayla swept the floor. She heard Lori laughing at something her dye job said and glanced up. She saw a pretty girl looking back at her and it took a couple seconds for her to realize it was her. It would be a long time before she got used to the job the plastic surgeon had done. 




Studio 96



Before she walked shamefully through the school halls or in the mall while boys stared at her and whispered and laughed. They gave her the nickname 'Scarface' and later began motioning to their crotches and saying 'Say hello to my little friend'.

The boys still stared at her, but now it was because they liked what they saw. They didn't realize who she was, but she remembered them. The change made her feel good every day. Anytime she was feeling down, she just looked in the mirror.

She only had Jeanne to thank. That had been an adjustment too. Jean had trained her and told her what to expect, but she was so nervous that first time with Mr. Reynolds. She had come into the room to see him lying there, Mrs. Henderson washing his hair as Stacy passed her on the way out.

She was able to go on autopilot and unzip his fly, drip the lubrication on it and stroke his thing, pretending it was the fake one that Jean had trained her with. Mrs. Henderson gave her silent encouragement. 

Mr. Reynolds began to make noises. Then Kayla thought pee was dribbling out of him. She was transfixed as his ball sack started to convulse. Suddenly his penis pulsated and milky white stuff shot out of it up into the air. Jeanne had told her this would happen but it still caught her off guard. She almost yelped. Mrs. Henderson steadied her and guided her as she cleaned up Mr. Reynolds.

Kayla learned quickly. Adrianne was helpful and gave her a few tips. As Kayla began to learn the power she had, she actually began to enjoy herself and look forward to the sessions. She made a game out of trying to excite the men but not let them erupt, and that seemed to make their orgasms that much better. The men would tip Mrs. Henderson better, and she in turn would share more with Kayla.

It took about six months to earn enough for her operation. Mrs. Henderson had health insurance that helped pay for part of it along with a doctor who provided services to people like her at a discount, making it up by charging more for putting plastic faces on vain old ladies. Her last duty before she went in was to train her replacement, Toni, who had a large horsy nose.

When Kayla returned from her operation, she was taken out of that rotation forever. Jean said that she was starting a brand new life. She asked her to stay on as assistant for a few months. Kayla was so grateful to Jean that she would have done it for free.

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Adrianne Henderson massaged Ryan's scalp as she watched Toni mount Ryan. 

Toni was Jean's latest project. Toni didn't have nearly as many problems as Kate, or Kayla as she was now known, had had when she came to the studio. Toni just had a huge nose that marred her appearance, while Kayla had been disfigured in a house fire.

Toni held the fake pussy close to her own vagina and guided Ryan's cock into it. It was amazing how realistic they made these things. Toni proceeded to ride Ryan as they had practiced, simulating fucking him. The fake blowjob toy was discarded on the floor.

Adrianne had to give Jean credit. She found these girls who needed an operation and provided them a way to earn the money for the operation while helping Studio 96's profit margin. They just had to have some kind of disfigurement and be eighteen or older. 

Kate earned enough money in six months and had her plastic surgery. When she returned, Jean had christened her Kayla to help her start her new life, hiring her on as a beautician's assistant. In a few months, Toni would become Tanya.

Adrianne had watched as Kate had given several blindfolded customers hand jobs. Kate became quite skilled at it before her operation. 

Technically it was prostitution. But Jean had both the Mayor and the Chief of Police as loyal customers, and she gave them both a huge break on the cost of the 'specials'.

Adrianne wasn't complaining. The extra money she was earning both from Jean and the great tips allowed her to sock away twice as much as she had been earning before with a little left over to treat herself. Adrianne also knew that the business was doing better which was job security for her. Jean was helping out these unfortunate girls and making some frustrated men happy.

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Kayla felt the pager go off in her pocket. She took the broom with her and went around the back to Jeanne's offices. It wouldn't be good for Mr. Reynolds to come out of the back room and see her sweeping the floor when he thought she had just fucked him

She got there in time to look through the camouflaged slit window and watch Mr. Reynolds finish getting dressed. She watched him leave the room for his haircut, and then sat down to read Entertainment Weekly while she waited for the five minutes before it was appropriate for her to return to the floor.

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Ryan was totally relaxed. He lay back in the chair and let Adrianne cut his hair. She had had another glass of wine waiting for him when he sat down. He was already feeling blissful. He replayed the previous half hour in his brain as she snipped away, seeing Kayla bouncing on his cock while Mrs. Henderson watched, probably wishing it was her. For all he knew it was her and Kayla was the one washing his hair, enviously watching Mrs. Henderson. That would be what he would be imagining if Anne decided she was in the mood tonight.

Adrianne turned him towards the mirror as she finished up. Ryan was distracted from admiring his haircut by the sight of Kayla and her broom, discreetly glancing at him. Ryan made a mental note to give both Adrianne and Kayla twenty dollars each. He was already looking forward to his next appointment and thinking perhaps he needed to have his haircut a little more often.



Studio Sex



This is a sequel to "The Audition" ver 2 - you really should read that story before reading this one. 

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Myles was thankful it was a warm, sunny day as he arrived at the complex for the second time. John had told him they were shooting his first scene outdoors and he knew that come shine or not, the schedule is the schedule and they would shoot irrespective of the comfort of the actors. He had watched plenty of porn in his life and often noted goosebumps on the actors - he wasn't scared of the cold, just wasn't keen for it to be on his first time out.

His cock was already getting interested as he got out of his car - he had come by bus last time and found himself incredibly uncomfortable on the way home so he had braved the smog and traffic today - and walked towards John's office, his backpack over one shoulder. He had no idea where anything was in this place apart from the office / screen test studio where he had shot his load three times in quick succession only three days before, so he planned to ask directions from John's assistant.

There was no reply to his knock so he tried the door, and finding it open he put his head inside and saw no-one there. Both the outer office and John's suite were deserted. With an inner sigh Myles turned around and resigned himself to start searching. John had told him he had an appointment with "Hair" for two hours before he was due to start shooting, but he had also told him *not* to shave - anything - so he was under no illusions that the film set would be the only place he'd be dropping his pants.

He set off along a corridor, looking for signboards. Not many of those in this place, which he found a bit odd for a sound stage... he had wandered around, taking a couple of random turns, when suddenly he saw someone familiar turn out of a side corridor about 15 yards ahead of him and head off in the same direction he was walking. His heart lifted at the sight of her but she hadn't seen him so he surprised her by catching up and speaking in her ear.

"Colleen - I almost didn't recognise you with clothes on." He hoped he didn't sound as desperate as he suddenly felt. He hadn't realised how much he had missed her in the three days since the two of them had screwed each others' brains out.

She jumped slightly but spun on her heel the moment he spoke to her, a big smile already lighting up her face. Was she as happy to see him as he was to see her? She certainly displayed an uncomplicated joy at seeing him, and came right up close to him.

Once again uncertain about protocol, Myles stood a bit woodenly and just grinned at her. "Nice to see you again!" he said, trying to keep it safe.

"Oh, bullshit!" she said, throwing her arms around him and planting a big happy kiss on his mouth. "Nice to see you, hah. Is that any way to greet someone you've fucked twice? Give me a proper greeting you paluka!"

Myles' mood was lifting by the second although he was self-conscious about having their sexual status announced in a busy corridor. "Oh, what I meant was, fantastic to see you again, you have no idea how great it is to see you again, I'm overjoyed to see you again!" he was grinning into her eyes from about 9 inches away now, all the while holding her in a firm hug, and she was returning everything as good as she got. In fact...

"Oh I can feel how happy you are! Wicked!" she laughed. "So what are you doing here, back for your first shoot?"

"Yes," he replied, "my call time isn't for about three hours though, I have an appointment at hair first - John told me not to shave so I guess they will be showing me how to do it properly..."

Colleen's grin just got wider. "I've just had an idea. Three hours you say? What time are you due at Hair?"

"Umm - not for nearly an hour, I made sure I was in plenty of time, I wasn't sure how the traffic would work out."

"Come with me." She took his hand and started off back in the direction he had been coming from.

"Where are going?" Myles was uncertain, but this girl had an infectious confidence so he wasn't all that worried.

"Trust me, I'm a doctor. OK, kidding, trust me I'm a pornstar!" she turned a corner and Myles saw they were back at John's office. She pushed open the door and together they entered.

"There's no-one here -" he started to say, but she was already locking the door behind them. "Oh," he said.

"I know," she picked up the assistant's phone and dialled a 3-digit extension. "Hi - Hair - I'm calling on behalf of Myles - er," she looked a question at him.

"Brooks" he filled in for her.

"Brooks. Appointment for - that would be - yes thanks, cancel it please? - Thanks hun - OK then? Sure? Thanks - ok will do - sure - bye."

Myles just looked at her. He had given up asking questions, but he was a little apprehensive that the director he was supposed to be working with in less than three hours would be annoyed if he arrived on set with long fluffy pubes. He just opened his arms in a "what now?" gesture and smiled at the beautiful, lithe, sexy babe standing grinning back at him.

"John's not here for the rest of the day. He's totally cool with me using his place when business takes him elsewhere, and I want to show you something. Plus I want something from you, so since we have the time and the place for both let's use the opportunity!"

"You're the boss. God, you know it was only three days ago that I saw you" - he coughed and started blushing when he heard himself say that, he had certainly a lot more than "seen" her, so he quickly carried on talking to cover his embarrassment - "and I was completely taken at how beautiful you are, but just now realised how much I was looking forward to seeing you again." He had let his hands come to rest on her waist and their eyes were searching each others', both smiling like they had been friends for years.

Colleen didn't say anything, just kissed him on the tip of his nose and led him by the hand through to John's office. There they found the curtain open, the bed freshly made and inviting. "Take your clothes off and come with me", she instructed as she put down her bag on the floor and disappeared into the bathroom.

"I could get used to this," he thought as he started to unbutton his shirt. Actually he *was* getting used to it, because just three days ago he would have started asking questions. Already he was just obeying some of the most outrageous instructions - well, they'd have been considered outrageous by his mother, God rest her soul.

He was stark naked when she appeared from the bathroom - also as naked as the day she was born - carrying a towel and something else small and metallic. In one heartbeat his cock was starting to twitch upwards but Colleen just put the stuff down on the bed and ushered him, mock-impatiently, him back into the bathroom. "Shower," she instructed and led by example. Her matter-of-fact tone hadn't served to put him off, and the proximity of her very sexy naked body had quite the reverse effect, even if she was having none of the leisurely intimacy that they had enjoyed the last time they showered together. The last two times. He was almost completely erect.

"I trust you, and I know you are going to tell me - eventually - what's going on, but the suspense is killing me!" Myles said as they were towelling off after a fairly sort but quite hot shower. His cock still wasn't showing any sign of getting less interested, but Colleen just smiled enigmatically again and led him back to the bedroom where she steered him onto the bed. She spread the towel and instructed him to sit on the edge of the bed, where she pulled out a small low stool and sat on it, facing him, her head almost at the level of his crotch. He could see now that the other thing she had brought from the bathroom was a pair of tweezers. "Uh-oh," he said, as it all began to make sense. "Isn't that going to hurt? I mean hell - pulling hair out by the roots..." he was starting to get *really* apprehensive and his erection was shrivelling rapidly.

"Don't be such a girl. It's nowhere near as sore as people make out. In fact anyone who says it's painful to pull hair out with tweezers hasn't actually done it. Or is a complete wuss. Even waxing isn't *that* painful, and that involves pulling out whole bunches of hair at a time, as well as pulling on the skin too. You said you trusted me, so trust me!"

"Yeh - ok, I do - I just have a poor tolerance for pain so pardon me if I'm not completely relaxed and comfortable about this. What's wrong with just shaving?"

"Doesn't do nearly as good a job. Irritates the skin. Causes red bumps and more and worse ingrown hairs. Plus, when it grows back, doesn't it get itchy as hell?"

"Well - yes, have to admit to the itchiness. I started getting used to it though. Sort of. Well ok, not really!" he laughed. "Actually it's at that itchy stage right now, I've been telling myself if I ignore it I can just make it go away... not very successfully, I might add."

"Plus, when you shave it grows back in a day. Plucked hair doesn't show again for weeks. Now sit down, open your legs and try to relax. You are going to get a pleasant surprise. Actually a couple of surprises."

Even less relaxed than he was pretending to be, Myles parted his legs and watched as Colleen scooted the stool closer and got her face less than a foot from his junk. "Here, hold your nuts like this," she said, lifting them out of the way. Spreading the first and second fingers of one hand she gently pulled the skin tight underneath, then darted in with the tweezers. Swiftly but without appearing to hurry, she got to work, starting underneath his scrotum and then working her way up the middle. One by one, out came every hair in sight, and a good many he couldn't even see at all. Much to his amazement, he hardly felt a thing - many slid out without the slightest bit of protest, some hung on tenaciously and a few snapped off at the surface, but mostly they came out after making a bit of a "tent" of the looser skin. The worst he felt at any point was a sort of sharp tickle, rather as if she was lightly pricking him with a straight pin.

"Amazing," he said as he watched her work, "Is it just because you are so good at it that it's not painful?"

"No!" she laughed. "I never got any training, if that's what you mean, I've never done this professionally or anything. But I do have a lot of practise doing it to myself."

"Sheez, isn't that really hard? Do you use a mirror?" Despite himself he was relaxing and starting to enjoy the attention... and his renewed interest was showing.

"I use a shaving mirror to see right underneath, yeah," she grinned, "but it's not hard even without it. I've seen men do it without a mirror, just bending over! But it's obviously easier for girls. No stuff to get in the way." Her fingers were expertly working their way around all his most intimate areas and she was breathing onto him as she spoke, and he was getting right back to his earlier horniness. Colleen pointedly ignored this, even when his first droplet of pre-cum dripped onto the back of her hand while she worked on the dense concentration of hair around the root of his cock. She had her face really close - to see what she was doing, Myles thought, but after a few minutes he realised she was skilfully brushing her face, hair, and hands ever so gently and ever so occasionally across his shaft - gently teasing him to a throbbing hard-on. Oh hell, he thought, and I've got a scene to shoot in two hours - it'll be all over in about 5 seconds!

In less than thirty minutes she was done. She pushed the stool back a bit and brushed a couple of loose hairs from his scrotum, cocked her head to one side to admire her handiwork. Grinning up into his eyes, "Howzat?" she asked.

Myles grabbed hold of himself, and was amazed at how good it felt. "Wow, wish I had been doing that for years! It's like one time, I grew a beard, and it felt *soooo* good to take it off again!"

"Yip. Plus, your skin stays much cleaner and you get less blackheads. AND - major plus - no pubes in the bed, on the toilet seat... between my teeth..." There was that smile. His heart started thumping again.

"If you do this every week, it won't take more than probably 20 minutes, once you get used to it. There are much less hairs to pull out if you keep a regular schedule. And if you do it yourself," she said coyly, "or get a friend to do it for you, that's a lot less time than driving to a salon and cheaper than having a wax, AND minimal skin redness. So much better all round."

"So technical. Girls usually give reasons like 'I like it', have you had experience on a debating team?" Myles was teasing her with a straight face. He had decided he was going to give as good as he got. "And one other thing I already noticed is no long pubes under my foreskin - that gets really uncomfortable when you start getting hard in a meeting or while driving..." He couldn't believe he was having this conversation with an almost complete stranger - a FEMALE stranger - about something that he probably wouldn't even discuss with his best friend. The porn industry sure turned a lot of things upside down, didn't it? Well, he told himself, "stranger" is a relative term, and maybe when you have boned a stranger - twice - you can discuss intimate trivia with her.

Colleen grinned, probably reading his thoughts. "I wouldn't know about that, now would I! Now your actual pube patch is a bit bushy. Hope you trust me with sharp blades," and she was off to the bathroom again, returning shortly with a small pair of hairdresser's scissors and a comb. Within a couple more minutes she had given him a decent short-back-and-sides so that the bald section in the middle didn't look too much like he had a spotlight on his genitals.

"You have to be careful not to have too much of a sharp hairline around your crotch," she advised, "otherwise it kinda just draws attention to how hairy the rest of you is. So unless you want to go for the twink look - "

"What, completely shaven all over? Good God no, how much work would that involve. I think you've done a great job here... thank you, by the way." He was still rock hard and leaking copiously, but trying to pretend like it wasn't even slightly uncomfortable or awkward.

She apparently decided to 'notice' his arousal at this stage, and using only a fingertip she carefully started spreading the clear fluid all around his mushroom head. "You can do a better, faster job of keeping the pubes and leg hairs at least trimmed if you get yourself a cheap buzz-cutter at the supermarket, just run it around yourself every other week. Right! My turn," she announced, absently putting the finger in her mouth and licking it off. He was gasping for breath as his phallus twitched erratically, so he took a moment to calm himself down and get back into the moment.

What had she said? Her turn? Oh boy. This was going to be interesting. He had kind of expected there must be a reason for her nakedness, but wasn't sure she hadn't had something else on the agenda. Or maybe she did, as well. One thing he was sure of with this girl was that you could never be sure of anything with her. So... she trusted him not to stuff up her perfectly groomed crotch? 

She just brushed aside his objections. "Don't be silly," she said, "It's not brain surgery you know. Grab and pull, *just don't jerk*, and move on to the next one. The roots are sticky, so you have to wipe each damn hair off on the towel, like you saw me doing, otherwise you grab a new hair with one still in the tweezers and it doesn't work properly and that leads to slippage and more broken-off hairs. Oh and if you find any ingrown hairs let me show you how to open them - I don't want to bleed. Go."

Hmm. Throbbing boner and all, he sat on the footstool, his legs under the bed, and moved up so his face was inches from her beautiful pussy. It took quite an effort of will to stretch the skin with one hand and bring up the tweezers, rather than attack with his tongue, but he managed to get started - at her direction, at the outside edge of the pubic hairline, where (she claimed) it would be less important if he made any learning mistakes.

But no learning mistakes - within minutes he picked up the rhythm of the job and was easing the hair out by the roots while Colleen lay back and stared at the ceiling, happily making small talk and working her fingers into his hair. So carefully was Myles concentrating that he almost forgot where he was and what he was working within millimetres of... almost. Her smell was hi-octane woman, he hadn't lost the boner and he could feel a cool trail of lube running down the length of his erection and down over his newly-smooth balls - while inches from his face an exquisitely pretty pussy was, if his eyed weren't deceiving him, also getting wet. His hand started shaking and he broke off three hairs in a row.

"Concentrate!" Colleen's voice broke into his daydream.

"Uh - sorry. Hard to concentrate," he mumbled.

Her hand cupped his chin, lifted his face to look at her. "So serious!" she ginned. "Just teasing!"

"Yeh, I realise that. I'm... still nervous. I'm totally in awe of you, I'm in a completely foreign environment, doing about three new things here. Be gentle with me?"

"Sweety!" Her smile was the sunniest he had yet experienced. This girl was having an effect on him that he couldn't define. Shyly he lowered his head again, pulled out the last few hairs.

"All done, I reckon," he announced. "You want to give your verdict?"

Colleen sat up and bent over as if to look at herself, but instead her hands came down from his head and took his face on either side, pulling him up to kiss her face.

Caught off balance, he had to scramble to get up off the stool. He banged his knee on the underside of the bed but hardly noticed, and in seconds he was holding her shoulders and mashing his mouth against hers, pressing their bodies together, groping her all over, back, buttocks, legs, head, tits, he couldn't get enough of this minx. His cock was pressed between their bellies, slithering about with his pre-cum for lubrication, and Myles thought his chest would explode, the way his heart was banging against his ribs.

For her part Colleen was every bit as enthusiastic and passionate as he was. Either she was also very easily turned on, or she had also been winding up sexual energy for the last three days because she was dripping wet and flushed, kissing and fondling him as good as she got.

In less than 30 seconds Myles had her on the bed on her back and without so much as a guiding finger was penetrating her. In one smooth, fluid motion they were joined, balls deep, and staring into each others' eyes. It was the most earth-rocking sensation he had experienced in years. He just held the position without moving, and looked at this incredible woman. Slowly, they both started to smile, a small, Mona Lisa kind of thing, and Myles thought he understood what she had been smiling about when he had met / fucked her before. For him, until then, every sexual encounter had been all about the orgasm, the ejaculation - right now though, it was something else. He had no idea what, exactly, and certainly he was going to shoot so hard into her he'd be surprised if he didn't rupture her womb or something, but there was something else as well.

But he'd figure that out later, because right now she was moving under him - small, ever so subtle movements that didn't even involve any joints, just contractions of her cunny, almost like a milking action working its way down his shaft.

No! He was going to pop in seconds. Quickly he withdrew and went down on her. She made a little mewling sound of surprise and loss, made to grasp after him as he backed away from her, but in half a second she must have understood what was happening because there was her smile again, and that languid stretch of her arms over her head. 




Studio Sex



On all fours, Myles made sure his throbbing member was not touching anything - was just hanging, cooling down a little in the air-conditioned atmosphere - while he expertly licked and fingered her to a gut-clenching, throat-spasming, mind-blowing orgasm, her cries bouncing back off the ceiling at him and her vagina gripping his fingers in a way he had never experienced before as her legs clamped together and trapped his hand. His heart still pounding, grinning with delight, he continued to stroke her clitty and gently piston his fingers in and out of her hole while she came down off her high and then quickly started building to a new one. Using only her own lubrication he stroked her insides, his fingers curled upwards to reach for her g-spot while his tongue lightly flicked over her swollen clitty.

Oh, how he loved the feeling of his freshly-shaved face on clean smooth pussy. This was truly what he felt he had been put on earth to do - run himself all over a beautiful lady's beautiful kitty. On he went, slowly, gently, needing to add no lubrication. Carefully he gauged her arousal from her gasping and the way her hands clenched in his hair and decided the time had come. Carefully he disengaged his mouth and kissed up over pubis, belly button, ribs, breasts, neck, ears, until finally they locked mouths and tongues again and he slipped his still rock-hard member back into her steamy depths.

Cleanly plucked pubic mounds brushing against one another, he rocked his hips against hers. His balls were pressed against the insides of her thighs. The head of his cock was brushing over her cervix... he could feel her internal muscles starting to clench down on him again and he lost control, started to hammer into her with everything he had. They came together, one great crashing crescendo that seemed to go on and on and on while they were still looking into each others' eyes - into each others' souls, it felt like to Myles. It seemed like every muscle in his body was involved in this orgasm. His eyes rolled back into his head, his chest was so tight he couldn't breathe. He spasmed so hard his arms collapsed and he fell flat on top of her, their faces narrowly missing smashing into each other, and still they were both writhing and twitching, neither wanting to withdraw from the other.

Eventually Myles was able to raise himself and look into her face again. The infectious grin was back. "Who needs health club workouts?" she asked and he could agree there, they were both soaked in sweat.

"Wow," was all he could say. He turned on his side and collapsed next to her, turning her at the same time. His slowly shrinking cock was still inside her and they both seemed to want to keep it that way. He got his arm under her neck and she put her head down on it while he stroked her face with the other hand. "Wow," he said again, I'm... speechless."

Colleen just continued to smile. She was also petting his face with her free hand, while the other was underneath him and still grabbing his ass cheek. He squirmed his hips against hers and they could both feel their mingled juices between their sweaty bellies and between their legs. It was dirty in the best way possible.

"Colleen - babe -" his voice wouldn't work properly, and tried to clear the frog in his throat. He started again. "Baby doll..."

"Shhh."

"Seriously. That was... wow," he said again inadequately.

"Yes. Shh. You'll spoil it."

He kept his hand on the side of her face. Moving his face forward, he kissed her nose, then eyes, gentle butterfly kisses that raised her smile even more. He thought he tasted salt when his lips came away from her eye but she certainly hadn't looked like she had been crying. Then he kissed her properly, a slow burn lingering kiss on the mouth that had them both squirming again, a trace of arousal making its way between them.

He broke it and drew his head back, laughing. "I didn't think I was ever going to get it up again after that and you just proved me wrong again, but I think I better not have another orgasm before my shoot or I won't have anything left for Mr Rock Hudson."

Her eyes went wide. "He's cast you for Rocky? Oh shit, maybe we shouldn't have done that. But naah - it's OK, you'll be fine."

"You're making me nervous again. I was nervous, you relaxed me completely, and now you're making me worried. What about Rocky?"

"He's only the biggest director at this studio, don't you know anything?"

"Actually, no. OK so he's big, but what's he like to work for?"

"He's cool. As long as you don't try to get too independent, he does like to have, you know, *control* over the shoot, but that's just good directing. Do as you're told, don't be afraid to ask questions if you don't understand anything, but just don't come up with any suggestions and you'll be fine. Believe me, after Monday's performance you'll be *fine*!"

"Thanks babe. You really are fantastic, you know that? A guy couldn't ask for a better friend and mentor! Why me?"

"Oh, pah," she dismissed both the compliment and the question with an airy wave of her hand and changed the subject, "best you get in the shower and let's get you on set."

"Hmm," he said, "OK I'll take that as a 'we'll talk later' then shall I? Kissing her again gently on her forehead, nose, and lips he stood and held out a hand to help her from the bed. "Joining me?"

With her smile big and happy again she took his hand and bounced up. "Yip. Got to make sure Myles is ready for Rocky," she said mischievously and turned, gathering up the towel from the bed in the same movement. Then she led him into the bathroom again and they enjoyed another intimate few minutes of mutual soaping and groping. Exhausted as Myles had been after their explosive power-fuck, he was recovering fast and Colleen was making no effort not to encourage him, short of actually screwing him in the jumbo shower stall. Myles couldn't stop grinning as he soaped her smooth body - and his own.

"Feels so good!" he said again as he washed his cock and balls. 

Colleen just smiled. "It does, doesn't it! And I'll tell you something, after years of being smooth down there, it never gets old. I love it too! All the advantages I was telling you about? The pubes in the bed and all that? All just a bonus. Best part is feeling smooth and *knowing*, all day long, you are smooth, even when you can't touch yourself." She was also feeling her crutch, stroking all over her soap-covered pussy and ass. She shivered and smiled at him. "I'm all horny again."

"Yes, I can see that. I'd love to do something about that but..."

"That's OK! I don't HAVE to get off every time I get aroused you know! But I *would* have loved to fuck you again right now."

The more time he spent with this girl the more intrigued he was. Here was this shatteringly beautiful, sexy, and presumably experienced porn star who apparently really wanted to screw him. It was also somewhat confusing but he had long ago decided that if it didn't make sense, don't worry if it also doesn't make a difference. There was plenty of time to get into that later, but right now he had to get prepared, physically and mentally, for his first real porn shoot. Life just kept getting more interesting.



Studmuffin, Incorporated



All names and characters contained herein are fictitious and do not intentionally relate to any person, either living or dead. This story is a work of fiction, a fantasy -- so read it with a grain of salt and an open mind. All characters are at least 18 years of age. Voting and feedback is greatly appreciated, especially positive feedback and frequent "fives".

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I was born with a thimble dick. As a boy growing up, my older brother had the nickname "Wang" due to his unusually large size. At the age of 16 he discovered Jesus and decided to save himself for marriage. What a fucking waste. There I was, all through my misspent adolescence, hoping to score with hot chicks (or ugly chicks – I was an equal opportunity pervert), but failing miserably mainly due to my miniscule member (nice alliteration, eh?).

In high school I was the guy who would turn shyly away from the rest of the group while dressing out for gym class. Every time I would try to pee at a urinal in a crowded bar or football game (pee troughs were the worst) I would worry that my piss splash was too light and that the other guys would know I had a tiny dick. The result: dreadful "bashful bladder" syndrome.

I mean, I could have scored with chicks, but I had performance anxiety. I'm not a bad looking guy – about six feet tall, blonde, decent shape (played soccer in school), but I couldn't get past the thought that the girl would be comparing me to the last romeo that fucked her brains out.

So here I am, mid 20's, single, addicted to internet porn, no longer a virgin (uncomplicated, no pressure call girl sex fixed that), but still hung up on my penis size. Women always say "penis size is not important", but I cry bullshit on that. I was becoming pathetically despondent and even contemplating suicide when I read an advertisement that caught my eye.

Wulfwinter Laboratories is interviewing prospective male applicants for exciting new sexual technology. Must be between the ages of 18 and 30. Apply at 130 Washington Ave M-F 1:30-3:30pm. Paying up to $1,000 to qualified subjects.

Hmmm? Exciting new sexual technology sounded interesting. Qualified subjects sounded kinda creepy. Especially when paired with the laboratories part of the name. But hell, I could always use $1,000.00. 

The next day I called in sick at my shitty job as a restaurant server and threw on a pair of faded Levi's, an old Miskatonic U. tee-shirt, smelly flip flops, and drove my old rusty beater downtown. Wulfwinter Laboratories was in a small, nondescript three-story red brick building on a street corner in the industrial part of town, overlooking the city skyline. Outside it didn't look like much, but the lobby inside was spacious, tastefully decorated with an expensive Persian rug, rich, dark hardwood floors and colorful Peter Paul Rubens prints adorning the walls (fat chicks rock!).

Behind the dark mahogany Queen Anne desk sat a stunning older lady wearing a white lab coat, her hair up in a chaste bun, and an assortment of clipboards in front of her.

"Are you here to apply, sir?" She asked crisply.

"Um, yes, sure… I mean, I guess so." I replied. "What exact—"

"Just fill out this questionnaire and your research liaison will be happy to answer all of your inquiries." 

She absently held out a clipboard and gestured towards one of the lobby chairs.

I obediently sat down and began filling out the form. The usual questions: name, birth date, allergies, past diseases -- it was interestingly heavy on the sexually transmitted disease section, naming malaises I'd never even heard of before. I mean, what the fuck is New Guinea Elephantosis? Whatever it was, I checked "no" for all. Difficult to catch an STD when you get laid about once a year and wear a double thick condom because you are screwing a hooker, right?

Under the section "sexual experience" I checked "minimal". For reason in applying, I wrote in "I'm broke and curious."

A few minutes after filling out the form, a cute nurse stepped out through a door and called my name. I followed her back (pert ass in the white nurse skirt gave me a little boner) to "interview room #7", where she efficiently took a small blood sample from my right arm and then left me with my feet dangling from the paper-covered examination table.

After about ten minutes the door opened and a goddess walked in. She was about 5'8", 110lbs, with long golden sleek legs, slender athletic build, her chestnut hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, chique European glasses perched on the end of her pert little nose. She had a smattering of freckles on her beautiful face and her green eyes sparkled merrily as she smiled, showing perfect, even white teeth. She made her lab coat look like an evening gown.

"Hello, I'm Doctor Witherspoon, your research liaison." She held out her hand in greeting and I broke out into a sweat and my heart started palpitating. 

I reached out with a sweaty palm and shook her hand. She had a nice firm, reassuring grip. 

I started to ask about the mysterious "sexual technology", but she politely cut me off with a wave of her hand.

"Before you ask questions, let me quickly go through this list – kind of a weed-out screening process, if you will."

"Um, okay"

"Your name is Trenton Mitchell Jones, correct? That's not an alias, or phony name you put down?

"Uh, no, that's my name, on my birth certificate and everything."

"How often do you engage in sexual intercourse, Mr. Jones?"

"Um, uh, not too often."

"Would you say it's more or less than once a year?"

"Definitely more."

"Twice a year?"

"Uh, yeah, about that often." 

"Is the sexual congress mutually satisfying?"

"Um, mutually satisfying?"

"Yes, do you both achieve orgasm?"

"Uh, I'm not sure…I mean, I do, but my partner doesn't usually care if she does…I think."

"Oh, and why is that?"

"Um, err, because she's a hooker, Doctor Witherspoon."

"Okay, so you have only had intercourse with prostitutes? And do you use contraceptives?

"Yes, and yes – condoms."

"What brand and kind of condoms do you use?"

"Uh, Trojan Slim Jim Ultras – they don't slide off."

"Slim Jim Ultras? Is your penis below average in girth?"

I sighed deeply, "Yes, my penis is small."

I felt about six inches tall, and a bright red flush crept up my neck.

"What would you say if I told you that we might be able to rectify your problem."

"Rectify my problem? You mean, like turn me into a turbo-lover or something?"

"Wulfwinter Laboratories is funded by Wulfwinter Technologies – founded by the great Doctor Ernst Wulfwinter. Dr. Wulfwinter was once like you, shy, introverted, and pathetically small in the genitalia area. He is now a multi-billionaire, and one of his latest ventures is to create the first penis enlargement medicine. After spending hundreds of millions of dollars, our team of over thirty-five scientists think they may have discovered a drug that increases penis size. And we are looking for young men to test it for us."

"Holy shit."

"Yes, you could say that. Judging from your application, I'd say you might be a perfect candidate. You are young, healthy, disease free, rather presentable," she paused and looked me up and down, and her tongue darted out and licked her upper lip. Her lip gloss shined wetly.

"In summary, Mr. Jones, we'd like to take you on as a test subject. Your pay would be $10,000.00 per month, tax free. You would be expected to move in here – we have several bachelor pad apartments upstairs, and you will be schooled in the art of…making love."

"Um, making love?"

"Not only will we give you a larger, thicker, longer penis, but we will teach you how to use it."

"Um, uh…that sounds great. Where do I sign?" Let's hope my penis doesn't turn green and fall off.

****

After signing pages and pages of legalese I was shown to my "bachelor pad." It was a small studio apartment with high ceilings, hardwood floors and exposed brick and ductwork. The furniture was modern elegant, lots of black and chrome and dark leather. The stereo system was state of the art, with Bose surround sound. A small balcony overlooked the city and the street below hummed with after work activity.

A petite latino woman came in and took my measurements, promising to return soon with a whole new wardrobe.

Next to the refrigerator was a small wine cabinet holding about 20 bottles of wine. I pulled out a bottle of 2004 Toscana Tignanello, and peered uncertainly at the label.

Not being much of a wine connoisseur, I opened the fridge and smiled. Pabst Blue Ribbon – perfect.

Cracking open a can, I mosied onto the balcony and sat down in one of the metal chairs.

"PBR, nice choice – will you be going bowling later?"

I jumped out of the chair like I had been electrocuted and turned to find Doctor Witherspoon standing just inside the apartment, regarding me quizzically.

"Yeah…PBR…I like it almost as much as Mad Dog 20-20."

She had taken off her lab coat and was wearing a short, dark blue skirt and a silky white blouse, unbuttoned three buttons down, showing cleavage and the edge of her black lace bra.

I gulped and stared down at her shoes.

"Please step inside the apartment and remove your pants and underwear."

"Huh?"

"Please remove your clothing, I need to take some measurements."

"Oh, okay…I guess. Um, can you turn around or something?"

Doctor Witherspoon sighed deeply and turned to face the other way. I quickly ripped off my jeans and tighty whities and sat on the bed, hands over my crotchal area.

She turned back around and approached me. Easing herself to her knees in front of me, she gently placed her hands on mine and eased my legs open.

My cock had retreated to its nest, deep inside my pubic hair. Poking out barely half an inch in its flaccid state, my tiny weenie looked pitiful and I turned four shades of scarlet.

I could feel her hot breath on the insides of my thighs and she looked up at me and smiled. 

"Believe it or not, I've seen smaller."

"Um, I'm a little intimidated. I mean, you are so beautiful, and I'm, like…a total dork."

"First things first, you are not a dork unless you believe yourself to be a dork. I mean, look at Bill Gates, he's pretty dorky, but every woman on the planet would love a chance to fuck his brains out."

"Yeah, but he's got billions."

"True, perhaps that wasn't the best analogy. At any rate, from here on out you are to be upbeat about yourself – no more self deprecating comments."

"You have a nice, toned body, thick blonde hair, long legs and a slim waist. In a week you may have a nice, long, thick penis to go with your body."

"What do you mean, 'may'"

"Well, not everyone who tries the Wulfwinter growth serum has great results. Hopefully in your case you will. Now, let's see, you are about 1 inch in length flaccid, about an inch in diameter – how long do you get when erect?"

"Um, maybe four, four-and-a-half inches?"

She reached up and held my little penis in her hand, squeezing gently. I felt myself responding slightly, but then it went away. Usually when I wanted it to get erect it failed me miserably, but when I didn't, it poked the front of my trousers out obscenely. 

"I guess I'll take your word for it. Most men when erect are only a few inches longer than when flaccid."

"For the next month you will follow our strict diet and exercise regimen. Your personal trainer, Helga, will be here at 7am sharp to begin your physical induction. After one week, if you show an inclination to accept our program we will start you on Wulfwinter 320, the serum."

During this speech she was softly fondling my tiny balls with one hand, and stroking my little shaft with the other. After a few moments I finally began to respond.

"Ahhh, there we go, it looks like it finally wants to come out and play."

"Um, Spike."

Her eyebrows rose and her eyes twinkled as she looked up at me. "Spike?"

"Uh, yeah, that's what I call him…Spike."

"Well, Spike," she was talking directly to my little erection, her hot breath wafting across my pubic hair and upper thighs, "Why don't you and I get more acquainted…"

Her tongue darted out and swirled around my little purple head. After bathing me up one side and down the other, she abruptly engulfed my entire cock with her hot, wet mouth. 

Moaning softly, she slurped up and down my cock, causing me to straighten my legs and arch my back.

"Mury gud," she murmered over a mouthful of cock, "ful fwee u cum amy ime oo want."

I couldn't hold back any longer, and I shot my load deep down her throat, writhing in ecstasy as she expertly licked and sucked every last drop out of my four inch erection.

Sitting back on her heels, she daintily dabbed a bit of cum off her chin with her finger and licked it clean.

"Excellent, your sperm is delicious, if a bit salty. It's good to see that your equipment works fine. We'll have to work on your staying power though."

"Uh, okay, that sounds good." And it did, really. In fact, I was seeing myself having to work extra hard on my "staying power". 

"See you tomorrow." With that, she breezed out of the apartment.

****

Helga turned out to be the stereotypical East German swim team woman. Remember back in the 70's when the Olympics came along, the East German women always seemed really butch and mean looking? That was Helga. She frightened me. She also liked to finish my workout (on the rooftop fully-equipped gym) with sweaty, nasty anal sex.

After the first day I was totally wiped, she led me back to my apartment, took me inside, rolled her spandex workout suit down to her ankles, got on her hands and knees, and over her shoulder demanded, "do me in za azz, ya? Now while we both all svetty, ya?"

It took me a while to get it up, but she patiently hunkered down on her knees and fingered herself until she was nice and wet, all the while saying things like "Ya, do me in za ass, spank Helga's azz gud and hard, make Helga pay for za nice workout, ya?"

I lasted about five minutes of frenetic ass fucking (my first time doing anal), and after cumming deep inside her I fell back and smiled at the large, splotchy, red handprints on her cheeks.

"Be back again tomorrow, ya?"

****

A week later I was slightly more toned, and getting more and more comfortable with my diminutive cock size. I was sitting outside on the balcony enjoying sliced apples and cheese along with a glass of French Montrachet when Dr. Witherspoon pleasantly broke my reverie.

"Hello, Mr. Jones – today is the big day. We give you the Wulfwinter serum tonight, along with a few sleeping pills, and tomorrow morning you wake up with your new and improved penis."

I gulped, grinned sheepishly and looked her up and down.

"Will, we, uh, you know…continue to, um, work together afterwards, Doc?"

She smiled radiantly, "Yes, I am still your assigned research liaison. Oh, and I'm very skilled at deepthroating large organs, so don't worry about that."

There was a polite knock on the apartment door and Maria, the petite latino seamstress entered, carrying what looked to be an entire new wardrobe.

"Allo, sir. Joo need new clothes, no?"

"Si, um, I mean, yes, sure. I guess I do." I looked down at my ratty jeans and frayed Halo 3 tee shirt with chagrin.

"Well, I'll leave you two to your fitting. I'll see you tonight at 9pm, Mr. Jones." With that, Doctor Witherspoon left, leaving behind the scent of lilacs and Chanel No.5.

Maria help up a pair of black slacks, tilted her head sideways and quizzically touched her index finger to her bottom lip.

"Joo look like joo have lost pounds thees week, no? Take off jor pantalones, por favor."

I was beginning to get used to stripping in front of women, so I quickly dropped trou and stood there proudly in my fruit of the looms. Strangely enough, I actually started to get hard.

As Maria bent down to help me put my feet into the trousers, her long, silky, black hair brushed my thighs and Spike rose to his unimpressive four inch height.

Maria looked up and saw my erection and smiled. "Joo take the serum tonight, no?"

"Yes, tonight's the big night."

"And tomorrow joo will be much larger."

"Yes, that's the plan."

"I am, how joo say? Very small woman? Very…petite?"

"Um, yes, joo, I mean you are very petite." And she was. Only about 4'8", maybe 75 pounds soaking wet, with small, very pert breasts, Maria was practically Lilliputian.

"Sex weeth men weeth large equipmaint can be painful for me, joo know? Can I ask joo something, Meester Jones?"

"Go right ahead, Maria."

She reached out and traced the outline of my little erect penis with her finger and looked up into my eyes. "Can I bee jor last fuck before joo take the serum?"

Her hands clasped the elastic waistband of my briefs and rolled them down, down, down, all the way to my ankles. She then reached up and with one hand, pushed me back onto the bed.

She crawled up onto me, slowly, langourously licking her way up my legs, lapping my inner thighs without touching my privates and licked and kissed her way up my flat stomach. Stopping momentarily to suckle my erect nipples, she reached down and pulled my hand to her hot, moist cleft.

"Joo see how wet joo make me, Mr. Jones? I love jor body."

Her sex was sloppy wet and hot as a furnace, her breath quickened and she began to pant as I rubbed her pussy lips and clitoris.

She continued to crawl up my body until she had straddled my face, her hands clutching the headboard above me.

"Lick me, Mr. Jones, lick me unteel I scream."

One thing about guys with small dicks – we all love to lick pussy. I guess its nature's way of evening things out. We know vaginal sex might be unspectacular for the woman, so we make up for it with oral enthusiasm. I shit you not. Ladies, I dare you to find a small dicked guy who isn't good at cunnilingus. If you do, dump him, because he's most likely a self-centered asshole too.

Maria apparently appreciated my efforts, because within a few minutes she was humping my face with abandon, her head thrown back, howling as she had a crashing orgasm. Most women dislike that position, as they are afraid they are going to smother the man. As a man, here is my response – smother away. Go nuts on my face, grind away – you are not going to do any damage, in fact, there is no better sexual power trip for a man than to have a woman have an earth-shattering cum while riding his face.

After she came down off her climax she swung her leg over and smiled lasciviously at my cream-streaked face. I was literally dripping with juices, and she eagerly licked my face clean of all trace of our activity.

"Leeft up a second, Mr. Jones." Maria slid a pillow under my ass to raise me up slightly, and then swung her leg over me again.

Sliding my hard cock into her slick, wet pussy, Maria sat down with a flush and a grunt. 

"Joo like that, no? I like eet mucho, Mr. Jones."

She began sliding up and down my small pole, and if my size bothered her, she didn't let on. She was extremely tight, tighter than any prostitute I had ever boned, that's for sure.

Picking up the pace, she moaned and thrust herself up and down, her muscular, tight brown ass slapping my thighs.

"Play weeth my cleet, Mr. Jones, I am getting clooooose."

With my thumb I reached down and rubbed her wet little clit as she bounced up and down on my member.

Having already cum twice that day (once by hand, once by Helga), I was able to hold off my orgasm and make it really last.

Maria grabbed me by the hair with both hands and rode me like I was a Kentucky Derby thoroughbred, screaming and whipping her hair around.




Studmuffin, Incorporated



I could feel the pressure building and knew if she came, I would not be far behind. 

"Maria, I can't hold on much longer…"

"Aaaaieeeeee, I cum, Mr. Jones, I cum hard!" With that, Maria's whole body went rigid, and her pelvis quivered uncontrollably on my hard dick. I continued to rub her clit as she climaxed, stopping only when she reached down to pull my hand away. Her pussy tightened like a vice on my pole and I could feel it milking me unmercifully.

Maria jumped off me just as I was about to explode deep inside her and stroked my little shaft with her hand. Her mouth went over the top of my cock head, and her hot tongue licked and swirled and coaxed me to cum.

I came with a loud gasp and reached up to grab the headboard. Looking down, Maria was stroking my cock firmly with one hand, her other slipped between my legs and…

Sha-zam! Her index finger slipped deeply into my asshole just as I came, throwing me over the top. Her tongue lapped up my sperm and swirled my little, purple head. She licked up the droplets that had made it to my stomach and cleaned my cock until it glistened in the fading afternoon light.

Once I was spotlessly clean, Maria rolled over onto her back and sighed heavily.

"Meester Jones, thank joo. I needed that very mucho. Eez too bad joo will have a beeg cock tomorrow, no?"

****

At 9pm sharp that night, Doctor Witherspoon strolled into my apartment.

"Well, here we go, Mr. Jones. This time tomorrow you'll have a nice, big, thick penis. Are you excited?"

"Yes ma'am, I guess so. I mean, I should be, right?"

"For insurance purposes we need you to sign this last release form, absolving us of any responsibility before we proceed."

She held out a clipboard, and I swore I saw her eyes narrow.

I remember as a kid living in Atlanta there was a legendary black guy who hung out at Five Points, a trendy bohemian part of the downtown cultural scene. The man was known only as "The Horseman", and in my naivete I had no idea why he was called that. I thought it was a play on the name wolfman or something.

One day, a group of us were driving through that area and there he was, standing on the corner, waving to people as they drove by. The Horseman wore spandex biking shorts and was built like a fucking Shetland pony. His gargantuan cock obscenely traveled down his right thigh and practically poked out the bottom of his shorts leg. 

People would honk and wave at him as they went by, and women would do double takes and just about rear end the car in front of them.

Would Wulfwinter 320 turn me into a Horseman? If it did, would it make my life any better? Or would I become like him, standing on a corner for all to gawk at as they drove by. 

As a man, is my sense of self worth calibrated to the length of my dick? I used to think so, but my afternoon with Maria had sorta skewed my thinking. Maybe it wasn't me who was the problem. Maybe I just needed to find a woman who was happy with a small dick and my active tongue.

Doctor Witherspoon was still standing there, holding out the clipboard. "Well Mr. Jones? It's now or never, yes or no… which is it going to be?"

The End



Studmuffin19 and HotCrotchMama



"19 year old man, tall and athletic, looking for no-strings sex with horny, plump women in their forties and fifties. I love to eat pussy and fuck, and I will put my tongue or my cock any place you want me to. Safe sex only." The profile on the internet sex site was signed "Studmuffin19", and had been placed by a man who lived in the same medium-sized city as Audrey. She was glad he hadn't used any silly abbreviations, since members of the site were permitted to place profiles, including descriptions of themselves and of their sexual preferences, with almost no limitations regarding length. 

She read it again, and then a third time. "Safe sex is good," she told herself. "You never know what kind of person you might meet on the internet, or where they had been before, or with whom." She was 48 years old, and she thought of herself as being fat, but "plump" was a nicer way to put it. Audrey dearly loved having her pussy eaten, except that her husband, before his fatal heart attack, was hardly ever willing to do it. She liked to fuck, too, but her husband had never been much good at that either. She decided to respond to the profile, and try to arrange for a meeting in a public place, such as having coffee in a restaurant.  

"Dear Studmuffin19, her reply began. I am a horny, plump, 48 year old widow who loves to have her pussy eaten and loves to fuck almost as much. Let's meet somewhere and get to know each other better, and see where it leads." She included the general area of the city where she lived, and signed her response "HotCrotchMama", the name she used there. Because of limitations in communicating through the site, she included an email address she had opened for contacts with people like Studmuffin19. After sending it, she hoped she had done the right thing, and that the young man was sincere, and not just some thug looking for a chance to victimize a horny old lady. 

A few hours later, Ben was elated when he checked his mailbox and found the message from HotCrotchMama. He was especially glad to see that a real email address was included, because he would be able to attach a photo of himself when he responded, and he would send it from his own email address. Ben was a nice looking young man, and he hoped his looks and youth and willingness to be completely open would help put to rest the very reasonable apprehensions he knew the lady would have. 

"Dear HotCrotchMama," his answer began. "I would love to cool off your hot crotch with my wet tongue, and hear and feel it and you sizzling. You sound like somebody I really want to get to know better. Meeting for coffee sounds good." Ben went on to suggest a nice coffee shop he knew about in the area, with tables that looked out on a park, and suggested they meet there at ten o'clock on the following morning, which would be Saturday. It would be quiet and peaceful there, and they could chat privately with no fear of anybody overhearing them. "I will try to attach a picture of myself but if it does not come through, let me know, and I will try again." Ben had little confidence that his computer would send the photo, and that the lady would be able to open it. 

After sending her first message, Audrey compulsively checked her email every few minutes, and had no trouble opening the picture when the response came in. She liked the looks of Studmuffin19; he certainly appeared to be a nice boy, and reasonably good-looking, with a pleasant smile, certainly somebody she might want to meet.  Audrey remembered he had also described himself as tall and athletic, which was also something she found attractive. The coffee shop he suggested was the one she would have chosen. It was only two blocks from her apartment, and she could walk there easily. Audrey responded by agreeing to the meeting at the time and place suggested, but decided against sending her picture. Instead, she would go to the restaurant early, and watch for him and, if nobody appeared who looked like the picture, she would know he had been a phony and return home.  

At 9:30 the next morning, Audrey sat, sipping coffee, at a table close to the front door, where she would have a good view of everybody who came in. After showering that morning, she decided to hope for the best, and prepare for sex, especially having her pussy eaten. She trimmed her pubic hair in a way that she thought would be the most inviting to a young man's tongue. Audrey was wearing a blue, knee-length skirt, with nothing under it but silk panties, which felt extremely erotic against her newly shaven pussy. She was wearing a white blouse that showed a fair amount of cleavage, and had considered not wearing a bra. However, she had decided that might make her look too slutty, especially with as much of her breasts as she was putting on display. They were quite large and, if unfettered, they might attract some unwanted attention, especially if the young man failed to show up. 

At a few minutes to ten, she felt her heart seem to skip a beat, when she saw a tall young man walk into the restaurant. He was wearing jeans and a polo shirt that showed off his muscular physique, and his face was the one she had committed to memory, and had looked at again an hour earlier. Audrey smiled and leaned back in her chair in order to better show off her plump curves. 

Right at ten o'clock, Ben walked into the restaurant and looked around. He didn't know anything about the appearance of the woman he was to meet, except for her age and that she described herself as "plump". Almost immediately, his eyes focused on a nice looking woman near the door, and he hoped she was the one. She had a pretty face, and shoulder-length blonde hair, and her smile seemed to be flirtatious. Besides her face and smile, she looked as if she was putting her breasts on display. Without question, they were worth displaying, and Ben thought about how he would love to get them in his mouth, or around his cock. He started walking toward her; she didn't move, except to lean forward with her arms on the table as if in anticipation. He hoped that would be what it was but, even if it wasn't, he enjoyed the view down the front of her blouse.

Audrey was elated when the young man started toward her table. She much preferred that he approach her than vice-versa, and that was what was happening. He stopped at the side opposite her chair. 

"I think I'm supposed to meet you here," he said. 

"I think so too. Are you Studmuffin19?" 

"Yes. And you must be HotCrotchMama." 

Audrey blushed slightly at hearing her wanton online name spoken out loud. "Yes, but why don't you call me Audrey?" 

"Fine, Audrey, and my name's Ben." 

"Are you going to join me, Ben?" 

"Yeah, but I need to get some coffee first. Do you want a refill?" he asked, looking at her nearly empty cup. 

Audrey handed it to him, and watched the tall man walk to the counter where coffee was being dispensed. He had looked good from the front, and he looked just as good from behind. She decided to ask him to join her at a table on the verandah, where they would be able to talk with more privacy, and she stood up to meet him when he returned. When she was standing, Ben would have a better look at her too, and could decide whether or not he wanted to continue their rendezvous. Audrey fervently hoped he would. She could picture herself looking down on his dark brown hair and green eyes between her legs, and the image was an extremely appealing and erotic one. 

He definitely wanted to continue the meeting too. As Ben returned to the table, he saw Audrey stand up, and she looked even better than she had while sitting. "Pleasantly plump" is sometimes used as a euphemism for fat, but it was an apt description of the woman who was waiting for him to join her. Besides her big breasts, she had a large, but not really fat, waist, and her hips flared out very nicely. From that angle, he couldn't see her ass, but he would have been willing to bet that he would find it equally alluring when he did see her from behind. 

"Why don't we go to one of the tables outside," she suggested. "It's such a nice day." 

"Good idea." Ben let her lead the way, because he wanted her to feel as much at ease and in charge as possible, and he wanted to get a look at her ass. When he did, he was gratified to see that he had been right; she was very attractive there too, especially as she swayed when she walked. In fact, if he had designed a woman to meet him for sex, she would have been virtually identical to Audrey. 

She selected a small, square table as far from the door as possible, and sat on a chair with the side of the building at her back. Ben took a chair beside her, with the building at his back also. They had a good view of the park, and would be able to see anybody coming out of the restaurant, but nobody would be able to watch them without their knowing it. 

Audrey smiled at the young man beside her. "This is a really nice coffee shop. You did a good job of picking a place to meet." 

The comment was rather mundane but, although they could say the most suggestive and erotic things imaginable to each other through email, saying those things to a stranger of the opposite sex was not as easy. At the same time, they were both there for the same reason, and each knew what it was, so coyness would be foolish and self-defeating. 

"Yes, I sometimes walk in the park here, although I don't usually stop in here." 

From that beginning, their conversation quickly got better, and they learned a few things about each other. She lived by herself, had been a widow for a year, and her two grown sons lived hundreds of miles away. He was a student at a local college, stayed in shape by playing soccer and working out at the gym, and lived with his rather straight-laced parents. 

As they talked, the immediate sexual attraction each had felt for the other quickly grew to desire, even lust. Audrey glanced around and, seeing nobody who might be watching, placed her hand gently on Ben's knee. He responded by hitching his chair closer and putting his hand on her leg, and she pulled her skirt out of the way so it would rest on her plump bare thigh. The young man had a sudden urgent desire to have his head between that thigh and its partner, and Audrey had thoughts and wishes that were identical. 

"Did you bring your car?" she asked. 

"Yes. I parked out in front." 

"I live just a couple of blocks from here, so I walked. Why don't we go to your car and drive to my apartment? We can get to know each other better there." 

Ben thought that was the greatest idea he had ever heard. He stood up, and offered his hand in assistance to the lady. Audrey didn't need the help, but she accepted it anyhow, and they continued holding hands as they walked down the verandah steps, around the building and out to the street where Ben's car was parked. They preferred that to walking through the restaurant, even though neither had seen anybody they knew. What they intended to do was nobody's business, but they didn't want anybody, even a stranger, watching them and getting the right idea.  

After driving the short distance to her apartment building, Ben parked in the visitors' parking area, got out, and opened Audrey's door to help her out. She didn't need that help either, but accepted it again, and they held hands until they were at the front door, which she unlocked with a key from her purse. She walked through the door and over to the elevator, while he followed fifteen feet behind, so nobody would know for sure they were together. On the ride up to her floor, they could barely keep their hands off each other, but she had pointed out the security camera in the elevator, and they felt it wise to be circumspect. 

Once they were in her apartment, with the door locked and bolted behind them, they could give in to the desires that had been building since they first saw each other. Audrey turned from the door with her arms outstretched, and Ben was waiting for her. Their first embrace was a warm, close one, and both mouths were wide open for their first kiss, and their second and third ones as well. 

Audrey broke off the kissing and stepped out of his embrace. "Let me go to my bedroom and slip into something more comfortable," she suggested, smiling lewdly as she used the very apt cliché. 

A few minutes later, she made another, very welcome suggestion. "I'm nice and comfortable, Studmuffin. C'mon in and join me." 

When Ben walked into her bedroom, he immediately noted that the "something more comfortable" was her bed, wearing an alluring smile and nothing else. Audrey was too eager to get to the sex to want to waste any time fumbling with her clothing. Ben had removed his shoes and socks while waiting for her invitation, and he peeled off his shirt and tossed it aside as he approached the bed. Still wearing his pants, he climbed onto the bed beside her, cupped one large, creamy breast in his hand and started licking her nipple. Audrey murmured happily from the pleasure rippling through her body from where Ben's tongue was caressing that very sensitive place, and nestled her head into her pillow. 

Her sounds of pleasure became even louder as he switched his tongue to the other nipple, while continuing to gently knead the first of the beautiful twins. Ben had always been very attracted by beautiful, big breasts, and Audrey had some of the biggest and most beautiful he had ever seen. By far, they were the prettiest he had ever seen bare or had ever fondled. Still holding gently to the second one, he took its gorgeous neighbor in his hand again, and resumed licking it the same way. Both nipples were erect, and his tongue could feel the myriad of tiny ridges, and the pebbly texture of the areolas that surrounded them. He could hardly believe his luck at finding just the woman he wanted. 

Audrey could hardly believe her luck at finding just the man she wanted. He was young, good-looking, and obviously captivated by her breasts. As soon as his tongue touched her nipple, there was a contact made between it and her clit, with currents sizzling between them. When Ben's tongue caressed her other nipple, the connection became triangular, with pleasure rocketing between the three sensitive points. Audrey hoped he would treat her pussy with the same enthusiasm. Feeling her pleasure mounting, she murmured happily and relaxed even more under his ministrations. She could feel more stirring between her legs, as her pussy started producing juices, as if to lure the young man's mouth, so it could enjoy its turn.

Ben continued licking her nipples for several minutes more, before drawing one luscious breast into his mouth and starting to suck. Audrey's upper body squirmed on the bed under him, thrusting it against his mouth and, when he turned his attentions to the other breast, she did the same with that one. Once again, he switched his attentions between Audrey's twin treasures until his nose detected the delectable aroma of juices trickling from her pussy. 

He was having a marvelous time with Audrey's breasts, but he knew he would have even more fun doing the same kind of thing to her pussy. Ben started licking his way down her body, first burying his face between her breasts and licking the cleft. As he started to move lower, he held her breasts against the sides of his face, where they felt like two lovely, warm pillows. The thought occurred that if they became regular sex partners, she might let him fuck her between them some time. However, his goal just then was about two feet lower on her soft, sexily plump body. 

Immensely enjoying the journey, as did Audrey, Ben kissed and licked her way down her succulent body. "Real women have curves," he had always opined, and the woman in bed with him had some of the most delightfully sumptuous curves he could have imagined. Ben reveled in every inch of the soft flesh, even briefly twirling his tongue in her navel, until his mouth reached her mons. He stopped there, slid off the bed and got right back on at the foot. Kneeling, he moved forward, preparing to get into what he thought was the best position for eating a pussy, ready to bury his face in the source of the aroma that had been tantalizing him. 

Audrey was just as ready and she spread her legs to give him a good view of that source. He moved closer and leaned forward. She raised her legs and draped them over his shoulders, and he wrapped his arms around her womanly thighs, leaving his hands on her mons, and lowered his face. He stopped when it was just inches from the treat she was presenting to him. Before he did anything else, he breathed deeply of her fragrance. The aroma was even stronger and better from close in. She had produced so much that drops had spattered on the insides of her soft thighs and belly. Ben's tongue sluiced everything up from those places, and the flavor of Audrey's juices was even better than their scent. 

The pussy that so enraptured him was a treat to his eyes as well. He was especially happy to see that she had apparently shaved that morning, because he knew she would be more sensitive, and because it enhanced her beauty. Audrey's outer lips were a soft, milky white, with a narrow strip of dark blonde hair along the edges. Her inner lips, that were starting to blossom through the slit, were a dusky pink and, at their end, where they met to form a protective hood, the object of the protection, her adorable clit, was peeking out. Ben reached down and gently separated her inner lips, and a lovely pink hole came into his view. He knew it was the source of the juices that had so pleased his taste buds and nostrils and, as he looked into it, he could see more of the nectar bubbling up and trickling down her crotch. Lowering his face a few more inches, he started licking up the juices that were dribbling out. 

Although Audrey's pussy had truly been delightful to Ben's senses of smell, taste and sight, its texture, and the way it felt to his mouth, was an even greater pleasure. The soft flesh of her thighs and belly against his tongue when he first licked up her spattered juices had truly been a treat. Her crotch, the next place to share pleasure with his tongue and lips, was soft and smooth, and delectable. He continued from there until he reached the origins of her pussy lips. Ben raised his face briefly, and decided to start with the inviting expanse of one of Audrey's outer lips, and lick everywhere, repeatedly, until she climaxed at least once. It had been so long since he had even seen a pussy even half as beautiful as hers, let alone eaten one, that he really wanted to take his time and bring her to at least two good, strong orgasms. Besides how much fun it would be for himself, he felt a great fondness for Audrey, and wanted to bring her as much pleasure as he could. 

He lowered his face and, starting just below her slit, began to lick upward. The skin was as soft and smooth as a satin pillow, but was warm and vibrant. The narrow strip of blonde hair felt downy soft to his tongue, almost as good as the bare skin. His mouth had never been anywhere so marvelous, and he licked slowly, wanting to spend as much time as possible on such a wonderful place.  

"Oooooo," Audrey murmured. "Oh, that feels so good." 

Hearing her expressions of pleasure was a treat to his fifth sense. Ben slowly and thoroughly licked Audrey's smooth outer lip all the way to her mons, reveling in the way she felt and smelled and tasted and looked and sounded. When he finished with the first pussy lip, he brought his mouth back to below her pink love hole again. More nectar had trickled out, and his tongue sluiced that up, before it started caressing her other outer lip. 

Audrey's pussy was squirming under him as he started licking her second pussy lip and, by the time he reached her mons again, her whole body was moving strenuously. Before going back to begin on her inner lips, Ben looked at the reaction he was having. The beautiful woman's body was writhing in pleasure in front of him, while her head rolled from side to side on her pillow. He could hear what sounded like moaning, but he knew it couldn't have been from pain. He grinned and, after once again feasting on the plentiful nectar, started licking between an inner and outer lip. Besides the tremendous pleasure he was deriving from eating the lady's lovely pussy, he took immense pride in knowing how much joy he was giving her. 




Studwhore



(This story was inspired by a long distance relationship with wicked awesome phone sex and my wild imagination. Enjoy :P)

*

Studwhore (N.) : One who is a whore for her stud. See Fig.1: Me

I'm in her bed on all fours. She's got my jeans and boxers around my ankles. White beater bunched up at my shoulders. She's kissing my back and running her tongue down my spine. Her hands are slowly roaming over my flat stomach. I'm gasping and shaking. she's nipping lightly at my sides, making moan and move my hips. G-d, I'm so wet and she's barely done anything.

She moves her hands down the back of my thighs and spreads my legs farther apart. I can feel myself dripping. I start to whine. I lower my upper body down onto the bed, pushing my pussy up towards her face. I can feel her warm breath on me, teasing me further. "Is there something you want?" she asks. Cocky bastard.

I'm soaked and I thought I'd go crazy if she didn't touch me soon. Before I could say anything, she drags her tongue up and down my slit. I stuffed my face into the pillow and screamed. She moved her tongue up, swirling it around my swollen clit, then moved it back down and shoved it inside my throbbing pussy. I almost couldn't take it. I was moaning uncontrollably as she furiuosly tongue fucked me. She rolled my clit between her two fingers as I frantically pushed back to ride her mouth. I was gripping the pillow so hard my knuckles started to hurt.

I was right on the verge of cumming and practically crying as my pussy began to clamp down on her talented tongue. Just before it happened, she pulled her tongue out of me. I was stunned. My breathing was ragged and when I turned to ask why the hell she stopped, she spanked me. Shocked was an understatement. I couldn't deny that it felt good but it wasn't what I wanted. When I didn't answer, she spanked me again. Shit, I was so fucking close. I knew what she wanted to hear. I was way past caring. So I bit the bullet and said it. "Please, Daddi?"

I could feel the grin appearing across her lips. "Please Daddi, what?" She bit me hard on my right thigh then went over it with her hot tongue. Mmm, I knew it'd leave a mark.

"Please Daddi, please finish me off." She shoved her tongue back into my hole and pinched my clit. She held my hips to still my movements as I busted all over her lips and into her mouth. I was screaming so loud into my pillow, my throat hurt. My pussy was squeezing her tongue and my knees were weak. Her strong arms held me up as she licked me clean.

I could feel her caressing my back as I calmed down a bit and released my death grip on the pillow. "Babi, are you awake", A muffled yes was my answer, "Good cuz my strap wants to fuck you and I want to watch." The statement alone made my pussy juicy all over again. The sound of her zipper being pulled down made my clit tingle. I looked over my shoulder and watched her spread lube all over it and felt her smooth over my already gushing hole. I have no doubt I'm a lesbian but something about watching her lube up her strap mesmerized me and turned me on to no end.

She grabbed my hips, roughly pulling me back onto her as she slammed it into me.G-d, it felt so good. She stilled her movements until I was comfortable enough for her to continue. She slowly pulled it out of me till only the tip was left in then yanked me back onto her strap. She continued to fuck me hard and fast while all I could do was moan and throw myself back onto her. I was way past speech, mumbling incoherently and clamping my eyes shut . She leaned her body down on top of me and I could feel her breast pressing against my back. She wrapped her arm around my waist holding me in place while she continued to pound into me. I moved my arm behind me to hold onto her thigh. She bit my shoulder and I cried out.

"You like it, don't you babi", she breathed hot and low in my ear, "tell me you love it babi."

She sucks on my earlobe and I tell her. "Yes daddi, I love it." She moans and pulls us both up into a sitting position. Her strap penetrates me even deeper and I started crying out on every down stroke. 

"You love me fucking it, don't you?" It feels so good I just keep whining.

"Fuck me daddi. I love it so much." I swear I was telling the truth. She kept moaning moved faster and faster as I continued to beg her. "Oh my G-d daddi, don't stop. Talk to me." 

All I could do was whimper while she kept whispering dirty things into my ear. "Oh my G-d babi, you feel so good on my strap. You gonna bust all over it, huh babi?" She bought both her hands up, pinching my nipples between her fingers. "Cum all over me babi. Ride my strap and lose it on me. Let me feel that sweet pussy gush and squeeze my dick. Cum for me babi." I'm gasping for air. I whisper daddi over and over and over as I get closer to the edge. 

I've never cum so hard in my entire life. My pussy clamped down on her dick as I slammed myself down onto it. She bit int omy shoulder to muffle her screams and slapped her hand over my mouth to smother out my high pitch cries. I bit her hand as she jerked up into me several more times before she fell backwards onto the bed, pulling me down on top of her. I could feel her chest rising and falling against my back as she struggled to catch her breath. i turn my head to the side and we kiss softly. 

"Holy shit babe, you really lost it back there." She chuckles, very smug with herself.

"You're so full of yourself."

"Cuz I'm good at what I do. I didn't hear any complaining." Moment killed.

"Shut up and go to sleep." she wraps her arm protectively around my waist and we fall asleep. G-d, I can't stand her. 



Study Abroad



Kate and Anne stood looking at the poster and waiting for the stewardess to call their section. As art students taking a month to tour Europe the poster fascinated them. It was a collage of several of the countries they would visit, but it was such a tasteless collection of clichés that they couldn't help but disparage it.

"Who did you say this guy is?" Kate asked.

"I just told you. He's the TA for Robbinson's other art history class." Anne replied shaking her head.

Kate looked thoughtful a moment, then said, "I remember. Blond, short hair, nice bod, gay guy."

Anne had been nodding her head at Kate's description till the end. "I don't think he's gay."

"Com'on Anne! There are only two kinds of guys in art, players, and gays. He hasn't hit on me. Has he hit on you?"

"Noooo, but who knows. Maybe he's married."

"Face it. He's gay."

"Who's gay?"

Both women jumped at the male voice behind them. 

Turning to find Erik standing two feet away they both stammered for a moment.

Kate recovered first. "Professor Robbinson. Didn't you know?"

Erik tilted his head to look at her over his glasses, "Are you kidding? I've had to work on his float for the Gay Pride Parade for three years."

Anne tried to cover, " I thought he was just being...tolerant."

Erik's over the glasses gaze focused on the young blond sophomore. "Innocent to the point of... Lord, the Euros are going to have their way with you." He shifted his gaze to Kate. "Are you going to watch out for her or should I call ahead and order a chastity belt? Or maybe a bassinette?" 

Both girls blushed. Anne frowned while Kate smiled. 

"Anne and I can take care of ourselves. We were both cheerleaders in high school. We're used to assholes hitting on us. How about you?"

Erik chuckled at her brash retort. "American assholes, maybe. We'll see how you stand up against some slick Euro. I'm not worried. After working through five years of college, I may not have seen it all but I've seen enough to anticipate the rest."

Before either of the girls could retort, the stewardess announced that their section was seating. Erik helped the girls carry their bags on and get them stowed overhead. The girls were seated in the window and isle seats, Erik in the center across the isle from them. They noticed that his carry on was stored beneath his seat. A quick glance at one another, dipped eyebrows in question, and shrugged shoulders in answer were the only comment.

After the flight was in the air the stewardesses began to circulate offering drinks and taking lunch orders. Erik ordered two bourbons and sipped them with an odd smile as the stewardess turned to the girls. 

"They're both underage." He said as they prepared to order.

The stewardess glanced over her shoulder at him, then back at the girls. They sat with mouths agape, then ordered sodas.

After the stewardess had moved on down the isle, Kate leaned across the isle. "If this is the way you're going to act this whole trip, we'd better part ways quickly! One way or another I WILL make you miserable."

Erik tossed back the second of his bourbons, then reached under his seat for his backpack. "You think? Guess that'll teach you to spread rumors." He pulled a flask out of the backpack and poured himself another drink. "Would you care for a drop or do you want to continue playing One Up?"

Anne sat forward and hissed "We didn't spread any-" Kate hushed her with a slap on her arm. 

"So, you're not gay?"

"Not even close." he whispered back. "If you like, I'll take a stew to the bathroom and join the Mile High Club. Would that satisfy you? I'm pretty sure it would me."

"And how do you propose to prove the act?"

Erik smiled, "Panties are the normal method aren't they?"

Anne flopped back in her seat, "I can't believe this."

Kate was enjoying the game, "And if you fail?"

"Let's see." Erik sat back a moment and thought. "I hand over my flask and you two drink free the rest of the trip?"

"Done!" Kate offered her hand across the isle and Erik took it. Anne rolled her eyes in disbelief.

"What? We risk nothing! If he wins, he gets laid. If he fails we drink free! Where's the down side?"

Erik glanced down the isle to see where the drink cart was. "Game time!"

He unbelted and headed up the isle. The girls looked at each other and Anne began to giggle.

"What are you laughing about?" Kate asked.

"We thought we were taking a tour of European art with some hot looking gay guy, and it turns out he's a hot looking straight guy who's old enough to get booze!"

"In Europe we can get our own booze." Kate corrected her.

"Yeah, but what other talents does he have that we don't know about?"

Kate opened her mouth to reply then shut it and faced forward. She had been wrong about Eric, about everything so far, and knew when to stop digging.

Eric was gone almost twenty minutes before he returned to his seat. Without a word he sat down and pulled out his flask, pouring himself a stiff shot.

Kate smiled thinking Erik had failed and was trying to keep the bourbon to himself.

"I believe there was supposed to be some..."

She stopped as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded airsickness bag. The chuckle as he handed it across the isle was a declaration of victory that bordered on smug self-satisfaction.

Kate took the bag between two fingers as if afraid to touch it. Anne looked over her shoulder and said "What?"

"His proof." Slowly she opened it. The scent of sex greeted her the instant the sides parted. She detected the salty scent of a man's contribution as well as the musky scent of a woman's excitement. She took the extra step and looked inside the bag. A wad of pink nylon lay wadded in the bottom.

She closed the bag and handed it across the isle. 

"No, Amber said she would collect those herself."

Kate looked at him in disbelief then unceremoniously stuffed the bag between her butt and the seat. She glanced over at Erik. He had laid his head back against the seat with a very satisfied smile on his face. 

"Are you ready to apologize?" he asked.

"For what?" Kate replied.

"Suit yourself." He adjusted his seat back several notches and prepared to nap.

Kate turned to Anne who was on the verge of laughing. "Don't look at me! I'm not the one who said he was gay!"

Kate clenched her jaw at her friend and faced forward. Slowly she looked over at Erik who was pretending to dose with a very self-satisfied smile on his face.

"Okay. I'm sorry if I mistook you for being gay. Satisfied?"

Erik turned to her slowly and opened his eyes. "Barely. Just remember there are more than two types of people no matter what the group. In Europe you're going to meet guys that will take you the rest of your life to classify. Now pass me your cups."

As Erik added a touch of his bourbon to each of their sodas the stewardess came down the isle and settled on the arm of Kate's seat. "I believe you have something of mine miss."

Kate watched in amazement as the stew passed the drinks across the isle from Erik to she and Anne. "You don't care that we're 20?"

"Hon, we're over international waters. That age stuff doesn't matter."

Kate and Anne both sat forward to glare at Erik who was smiling fit to burst.

"You knew!"

"Of course I did. Do I look like a cheerleader?"

"Hon, could I get that bag? I need to get back to work." 

Kate handed her the bag silently and with a quick kiss on Erik's cheek she returned to the serving area. 

Kate leaned over and hissed at Erik. "Is this the way the next month is going to be? A parade of sluts?"

Erik smiled wryly. "I doubt it. But one can always hope."

Kate sat back in her chair and reached for her drink, doctored by Erik. As she reached she noticed the wetness on the seat arm and the string of bio-matter stretching between her arm and the seat. Almost at the same instant she realized what is was Anne saw it.

"What... is that?...That's where she was sitting! She wasn't wearing any..."

"Hush!"

"But that's--"

"Leave it be!" Kate whispered. "Do you have a Kleenex?"

As Anne dug in her purse, Erik handed a tissue across the isle. Kate hesitated a moment before accepting it. She cleaned her arm and the armrest then sat looking at the soiled tissue. Shaking her head she tucked it into the pouch on the seatback. 'Let some poor airport nerd deal with it.' She thought. 

"Someday you'll tell this story and it'll be funny." Erik commented from across the isle.

Kate looked over at him and frowned. It could be a long month.

~~~~

When they arrived at their hotel in Paris, the trio was in for another surprise.

"They screwed up the reservation." Erik explained. "We have a suite but only one bedroom with two beds."

"Oh no! We're not--"

"Relax, You two take the beds. I'll sleep on the couch. No harm, no foul, no touchy. Okay?" He interrupted.

"Can't we just go to a different hotel?" Anne asked.

"Half the college kids in Europe come to Paris during the summer. They bounce back and forth between here and the beaches. We're lucky to get this."

"Fine, c'mon Anne. He's the one on the couch." Kate grabbed her bags and stalked to the elevator. As Anne and Erik caught up he handed them each a key. "Why do we all need one?" Anne asked.

"In case we get separated." Erik replied calmly.

"We do everything together. We have for years." Anne replied stepping onto the elevator.

"I'm sure that made for some interesting dates but I'd keep it with you just in case."

As they rode up to the room Erik ran down the itinerary. "We're here for 5 days before we head to Italy. The Louvre alone can take that long. I'm going to hit the Orsay this afternoon. You're welcome to come along or to go your own way."

Erik opened the door to the room and stood aside for the girls to enter. Their jaws dropped as they saw the elegance of the room.

"How can we afford this for what we paid for the trip?" Kate asked.

"I got us some grant money. Unfortunately, this is about as far as it goes. In Italy we're back to youth hostels."

The girls let themselves into the bedroom and began to get settled. Erik made a quiet phone call. He was hanging up when they came into the sitting room. 

"Dinner reservations? How sweet." Anne teased.

"Yeah. Something like that. Did you decide on the Orsay? I'm headed out pretty quickly but if you didn't want to do the museum the Eiffel Tower is about 3 blocks away. We could share the cab."

"How 'bout we do the museum then go to the tower for dinner? There are restaurants on top." Anne suggested.

"That would work, but I'm afraid you ladies will be dining alone tonight. I have a previous engagement." Erik answered.

"Would that be with someone who works at thirty thousand feet?" Kate asked coyly.

Erik chuckled. "No. This was set up before I left the states. Nice try though. About now Amber is somewhere over Africa on her way to Johannesburg. Unless she just said that so I didn't try to see her tonight."

"She fucked you on the plane..." Kate blurted

"And ... and... contaminated the armrest" Anne interrupted.

"Why wouldn't she want to see you tonight?" Kate continued.

"Who understands the ways of women?" he answered. Gathering up a sketchpad and a satchel of markers, he looked at both of them. "Coming or staying?"

They scrambled to gather pens, pads, and cameras while he waited patiently.

"And off we go like a herd of turtles!" 

~~~~

The trio spent the afternoon and early evening sketching, photographing, and taking notes of the great works art housed in the museum. While Erik had the broader knowledge and more refined eye, it was soon obvious that both girls were better with pencil and charcoal at copying the masters. 

"How do you get a degree in art and become a TA if you can't draw?" Anne asked in amazement. Kate swatted her on the arm.

Erik chuckled at their discomfort. "I don't mind the question. I'm a sculptor. I draw only to get my ideas flowing. The actual work comes from my hands." He smiled at Anne. "Do you remember the bronze piece in the quad outside the arts building that faces 'The Sentinel'?"

Anne thought a moment, "Yeah, the one of the two dolphins intertwined."

Kate laughed at her. "Those aren't dolphins, their women! That piece is so sexy-OhMyGod! Are you saying that's yours?" Erik's smile broadened, "That was my senior thesis."

"But if you're a sculptor why are we here? You should have wanted to go to the Rodin museum." Anne said.

"Been there, done that. My junior year I spent two weeks over here in the Rodin. Didn't even get to the Louvre. This trip is to 'broaden my horizons,' in the words of our esteemed professor."

"Uh oh, I would have thought you were friends or something being his TA." 

"We were friendly when I was an undergrad. As his TA... Let's just say that a slave is a convenient thing to have." 

Chiming bells and announcements in several languages that the museum was closing brought the discussion to a halt. As they stood on the steps outside the museum, Erik turned to them.

"Would you like me to walk you over to the Eiffel Tower before I take off?"

Anne's jaw dropped, "I thought you were joking? Where are you going at this time of night?"

"I told you. I have a prearranged engagement. You have your room keys? The hotel name is on them. You remember our room number?"

"Yes Dad." Kate sassed.

Erik gave her the over the glasses look again. "Careful. You know all us gays are into that bondage and M&M stuff. I might have to give you a spanking." He was smiling as he said it and started down the steps.

Kate elbowed Anne. "Bondage and M&M huh? He's going to tie up and feed us chocolate?"

Anne giggled back. "He'll ruin my cheerleader figure."

"Not to mention your complexion! I think this may be a strange trip." Kate answered.

"Where do you think he's going?"

"Probably to meet some girl he met on the Internet. She'll stand him up and he'll end up eating at Burger King while we dine at the Jules Verne on top of the Eiffel Tower. Any bets he'll be home before we are?"

"Ahhh, poor thing. Think he'll need consoling?" Anne wriggled her eyebrows comically. 

"What? Why you little slut! What have you done with my friend, 'Anne the Virgin'? You look like her but there is no way you are the same person who wore a one piece to the tri-delta lambda pool party mixer thing this spring!" 

"I told you I was going to be working on that little problem. And who are you calling a slut? Miss three-way with the quarterback and the... what was he? The running back?"

Kate giggled. "The wide receiver. But I did all the receiving. And it wasn't a three way. I just blew them both...in the coach's office...while he was giving a half time pep talk outside."

"Ahuh, and I'm the slut? Besides, Erik's cute, smart, and has a great bod." Anne challenged.

"An ok bod." Kate responded.

"Better than some wide receivers I could name!"

Kate opened her mouth to respond but at a glance from Anne, she closed it.

The Jules Verne was crowded and they had no reservation. Anne and Kate sat in the waiting area sipping margaritas for over an hour. 

"You didn't really think that statue in the courtyard was dolphins did you? Kate asked.

"Hush." Anne said.

Kate scooted her chair closer to Anne. "The way the bodies were, like, almost one reminds me of something." she pursed her lips. "What is it?"

"Hush." Ann repeated.

"Oh, yeah. A certain pair of freshman girls after an evening of margaritas and jocks with lame pickup lines." Kate whispered.

"Go to your room!" Anne giggled.

"I will in a month. Till then it's our room. Odd how naked art, erotic sculpture, cute guys and margaritas effect me, isn't it?"

"Kate, we're in the Eiffel Tower for God's sake. Behave!"

"Oh. I forgot that part. Add being at one of the most romantic places in one of the most romantic cities in the world with my bestest---" 

"Careful!"

"Friend." Kate finished.

"Nice save. Maybe we should stick to coffee for the rest of the evening." 

Kate leaned closer to whisper in her ear. "Yeah, right."

Moments later they were seated and the rest of the evening flew by. Even young French waiters are not immune to the beauty of pretty girls, American or not.

The taxi ride to the hotel was a blur as the margaritas took a firmer hold and Kate gently pulled Anne into a slow sensual kiss.

Anne moaned 'No,' at first but within a few seconds she was silent and her tongue slid between the lips of her only lover.

Even the Parisian cabby was not immune to the girl's charms and waved off their money as they arrived at the hotel. It was after ten when they let themselves into the room giggling from Kate's prediction that Erik would be waiting and annoyed at the late hour.

They entered to find the room dark, quiet, and unoccupied.

"I guess the Internet girlie didn't stand him up after all." Kate said.

"That's ok. As long as she doesn't try to sit on the arm of your chair at breakfast!" Anne quipped.

"That's it! You're getting spanked!" Kate yelled.

As she raced for the bedroom Anne called back, "What? Have a gay guy in your bag to do it for you?"

Kate caught her as she tried to race past the bed into the bathroom. Hooking an arm around her Kate wrestled her onto the bed and after a moment sat astride her, arms pinned above her head.

"You never could outrun me."

"What makes you so sure I ever tried?"

Kate's eyes widened at the jibe and she leaned down closing the distance between them. "You little bitch! Are you sure you're not a les?"

Anne's face grew serious for just a moment. "No. No guy ever made me as wet as you do." She thrust her face up and kissed her aggressor then fell back to the bed. 

Kate shook her head. "This is definitely going to be a strange trip."

She released one of Anne's hands and reached down to unbutton her own blouse. One hand free, Anne assisted, the two of them alternating buttons until it hung free. Still sitting astride her captive Kate sat up and pulled the blouse off, flinging it across the room. Her bra quickly followed and she once again pounced on Anne, first devouring her mouth, then feeding her a succulent breast.

Anne, her hands now free, grabbed both of Kate's breasts, alternating between suckling the hard nipples and applying a gentle pressure with her teeth and drawing her head back till they pulled free. Anne then began to circle the whole breast with her tongue till it was thoroughly wet, and applying just her lips to the nipple began not to suck but to inhale.

She opened her mouth wide as her breath and saliva worked together and the hole of Kate's breast was inside her mouth. She tickled the hardened nipple with her tongue as the breast slowly slid out.

"God, it freaks me out when you do that. Where the hell did you learn that? No guy has ever seen you tits, so I know you didn't learn it from someone with a dick! I think I'm the only girl you've been with. Where the hell did you learn it?"

"I dunno. As much as you like to have your tits sucked I thought you might like it."

"Geez. I do. It just caught me off guard." Kate sat up and wagged a finger at her. "Now if I could just get you to use that much imagination when you lick my clit!"

"Sorry. There's something about the taste that doesn't..." Anne replied and began removing her own blouse.

"You said you liked it that one time." Kate unbuttoned Anne's jeans and began sliding them down her legs.

"I know. I don't know what was differ---" Anne said sliding her panties off.

"I know what was different. " Kate interrupted. "I had sex with...what's his name that night."

"You did Dennis? You said you didn't." Anne replied in shock. She flung her panties at Kate.

"I know. I lied. It was awful. He lasted about 10 seconds. What did you want me to say?" She slid her own slacks and panties off and crawled back onto the bed.




Study Abroad Bisexual Threesome



It was my third week studying abroad in London my senior year of college. I'd gone over with one of my roommates, Jack, although we were living in separate apartments. We decided to explore the town with a friend we'd met during our trip, Jessica, by doing a good old fashioned pub crawl.

Jack and I were sitting at a table in our 4th bar as Jessica walked up with another pitcher of beer.

"So the bartender definitely just hit on me," she said.

"Which one?" I asked.

"The cute blond on the end," Jessica said motioning to the attractive female.

I laughed as I said, "it's just a shame she's a girl."

"Oh, I like girls," Jessica said nonchalantly.

Jack and I both looked up, surprised.

"Oh really," Jack prodded.

"Sure, I've dated both guys and girls, and I'm not shy about it."

Jessica was a slender, cute brunette. She wasn't what you'd call a knockout, but she exuded a confidence that piqued your interest. Her "take me or leave me" attitude added to her mystique, and I think that's why the three of us clicked. She wasn't caught up in pretense or trying to be cute or sexy all the time. She was just honest and fun.

"I think most people have a little bisexuality in them," she continued. "Even most guys I meet, if I get them alone, have confided that they've been curious. What about you guys?"

At this point my mind was racing. I had always been a little curious about going down on a guy, but I was straight and didn't know that I could ever go through with it. I really didn't want to answer the question and embarrass myself in front of Jack. Fortunately Jack saved me from having to answer.

"I guess most people have been curious at some point in their lives," Jack said.

"I think that's true," I agreed. "So what was your most wild experience?"

Jessica smiled and said, "I had a threesome last summer with two girls."

"Who was the lucky guy?" I asked.

"No, not two girls and a guy. Me and two other girls."

She must have noticed my eyes widen as I imagined the scene. I had never known an openly bisexual girl before, and she was so casual about it. It was the stuff of my fantasies, or a porno.

"How did that happen?" I asked, obviously intrigued.

"I was kind of dating this girl at the time and we were hanging out in her dorm when one of her friends showed up. 

She saw us kissing and got very flirty. She came over to the bed and things just kind of went from there."

"Wow, that's awesome," I said, unable to contain myself.

Jessica just laughed. I think she got a kick out of knowing she could turn guys on without wearing a short skirt or showing cleavage.

"You know what I could go for?" Jessica said. "Some porn. I didn't bring any with me and I've just got a craving."

That was definitely the last thing I expected her to say. I wasn't sure where this was going, but I was definitely intrigued. I had never considered having a threesome with another guy, but I was aching to get some action. Jack and I could take turns with Jessica if that's what it came to.

"I've got a DVD in my room," Jack suggested.

"Let's go!" Jessica exclaimed.

We paid the bill and walked back to Jack's room. He had a private room in a shared apartment. He took a DVD out of a case and plugged it into his laptop. It was a celebrity sex tape.

Jessica laughed. "That's what you brought with you?"

"It was all I had on DVD."

"I suppose it will do."

We climbed onto the bed with Jessica between Jack and me. Jessica started giving us running commentary on technique.

"No, no," she said as the guy in the video started going down on the girl. "Never do it that way to a girl. You have to be softer. See how he's just being very rough?"

The video continued to where the girl was going down on the guy.

"She has good technique," Jessica said. "Is that how you guys like it?"

"Yeah," Jack said. "I like it when the girl looks up at you. That's so sexy."

I was sitting there trying to figure out where this situation was headed when I felt Jessica's hand on my thigh. I looked down and her other hand was on Jack's thigh as she started gently rubbing our legs. I became hard almost immediately.

Jessica's hand ventured over and she brushed over my dick and smiled. She leaned over and kissed Jack on the lips and started rubbing his crotch as I caressed her back and torso. After a minute she rolled over and gave me the same treatment.

"I can't believe this is happening," I thought to myself. I decided to just roll with it.

After a minute or two of making out with me she turned her attention back to Jack. This time she undid his Jeans and slid them off while removing her tank top and bra.

"Shirts off, boys," she playfully commanded.

As Jack and I removed our shirts she slipped Jack's dick out from his boxers and gently stroked. She kissed her way down his chest and took him in her mouth. I slid closer so I could rub her neck and back. It was so erotic watching her go down on Jack. I had never been so turned on in my life.

Jessica then pulled me closer to her and kissed me again. We started making out as he continued to stroke Jack. I felt her pulling me down.

"I want you to try it," she said motioning towards Jack's cock. "I know you're curious."

I looked around hesitantly.

"Jack's ok with it," she said. "Right Jack?"

"Whatever you say, baby," was all he could get out.

She started kissing me again, guiding our heads closer to Jack. She broke her kiss off as Jack's dick was right in front of me. I couldn't believe I was about to this, but I was so aroused I would have done almost anything.

I reached out with my hand and touched Jack's dick, feeling the pulsing, silky texture. Slowly, I leaned forward and licked just the underside of his cock, getting just a taste. Then I took the head in my mouth and lowered myself down.

Jack moaned as I slowly sucked his cock. I was so nervous and aroused at the same time.

"That's it baby. Keep sucking his cock," Jessica pleaded. She moved up next to Jack and started kissing him.

I kept my slow pace, running my tongue along his shaft while bobbing up and down. The feeling was incredible. I was giving another guy blowjob. Something I had definitely fantasized about and was now coming true.

I used my hand to simultaneously stroke his cock as I licked and sucked. Jack started moaning more rapidly. I knew what that meant, and I was turned on that I was determined to get the whole experience.

"Mmm," Jessica moaned. "Jack, I want you to cum in his mouth. Nick, I want you swallow his cum."

As I continued my rythym, Jack began to tense. Finally he released as a wave of his cum burst into my mouth. I moved to the tip of his cock and started sucking as I stroked his dick wtih my hand. Wave after wave of his orgasm filled my mouth with cum. It was an incredible feeling knowing I was responsible. As his ecstasy subsided I swallowed his cum. I was so turned on and it tasted amazing.

"Looks like you were more than just curious," Jessica said, smiling.

"I guess so," I responded as I laughed and moved up onto the bed.

"That was so hot," she said looking at me. "I think you deserve a treat."

Jessica then slid down and removed my pants. She immediately took out my dick and started sucking. She certainly had some talent. Jack said to the side and just watched. I couldn't complain. Jessica had me panting and moaning in no time and before I knew it I started to cum. She sucked my cock as I continued to cum in her mouth. Immediately after I finished she popped up and kissed me. I could feel and taste my own cum as our tongues intertwined. She pulled away and I swallowed my cum, still completely in ecstasy from the experience.

"I think this is going to be a fun semester," she said as she laid down between us.

To be continued...