8 comments/ 48752 views/ 6 favorites Gentlemen Please Start Your Pussies By: Sarah_and_Tex "It has come to my attention that over the past several years some of you gentlemen out there are not happy. It seems there is a major lack of female companionship, which has led to a general decline in sex and a marked increase in masturbation. Some of you blame it on your lack of looks, your lack of money or your lack of penile size." He paused. "The Spam in my e-mail box would have me believe the last one." There was a quiet giggle from the curtain to Tex's right. "Some of you fools even blame it on the increase in the lesbian population," Tex continued, shaking his head. "True, they do have a distinct advantage in several areas, but this particular problem can be overcome. In fact, once you start thinking with the big head instead of the little one you'll be able to learn their advantages." "Basically, they have pussies and you don't. And I'm not just talking about their girlfriends playing between their beautiful thighs. No, I'm talking about the ones they were born with and that's the key to the whole thing. That's whole with a "W" for you slow boys there in the back. And that's something else you'll have to change, by the way. The way you think about pussy." "Pussy?" The softly muttered word came from behind the curtain. The voice belonged to Kathryn, his next-door neighbor and one of his closest friends. When he'd told her about this talk on sex he was planning to give at his Brotherhood meeting she'd laughed. "What in the hell do you know about sex, you old fart?" She'd teased him with a grin. "Well, Kat, come along and listen if you want to find out," he'd told her. To his surprise, she agreed to tag along. Women were normally not allowed at these meetings but he had managed to sneak her in backstage. She was currently hiding behind the curtain. And, to his amusement and mild annoyance and growing distraction, she was heckling him. Hoping no one else could hear, he went back to his lecture. "You can say, what the fuck? Women own one hundred percent of the pussy and they're still not satisfied? Hell, you'd be happy with access to just one. Well, maybe two, for certain times of the month and during sickness and other times when the primary is out of commission." "What?" Kathryn whispered with a touch of disbelief in her voice. "Well forget that shit. If you're lucky and devote yourself to the cause, you might be able to keep just one pussy happy. I know, it's a full time job and takes loads of forethought and planning. That's merely to keep it at a friendly operating temperature and properly lubricated. And this is even before you have a snowball's chance in hell of using your squirt gun." "You've got that right," she whispered. "Women are soft and loving, warm and cuddly, emotional and sensitive. That's on the outside. Inside they are ferocious Dobermans with the memories of elephants. Fuck up just once and they'll cheerfully hand you your balls on a platter." Tex shook his head ruefully. "And they will never let you forget it. Not to mention you'll soon be back in a lasting friendship with Rosie Palm and her four step sisters." He heard soft female singing, "Looks like it's just you and your hand tonight." Tex continued. "I'll let you in on a little secret. Women are just like you and me in more ways than you realize. They get just as horny. They cuss and carry on like you wouldn't believe. They are raunchier than any three of us put together." He saw grins from some of the men in the audience. "But there's a catch," he said. "They only act like this among themselves. They'll only admit things like being horny to other women. That sort of thing often happens when they all go to the bathroom together." "Now who told you that shit?" "So what does that all mean? Well, it means that women are herd animals and as such, you'll have to cut one out of the pack. This is very dangerous because the herd tries to protect their own and you may be trampled to death." "And some say those are the lucky ones." "Herd animals? Cut one out of the pack? When does the rodeo start?" "Cutting one out is just the beginning. Once you have her alone, you must calm her fears and gain her trust. She'll be just as scared of you as you are of her. For instance, I know neither one of you would bite unless the other one wanted it, but that will probably be difficult for either of you to believe." "Biting works for me," she murmured. "And a whole lot of nibbling too." "If you scare her even a little she'll fly back to the herd and you'll never see her again. Slow, easy, and gentle. These are the watchwords. Flowers, dinner, a show, and above all, chocolate; these are the ways to her heart. Compliments and flattery may help but don't go overboard. They can sense a falsehood faster than a five-wire lie detector." "No shit, Sherlock." "Once they seem gentle enough to touch, don't. Light brushes of the hand and friendly hugs are much better than sudden grabs and unexpected kisses. You're working on the prize of a lifetime here, don't blow it by grabbing her head and stuffing it in your lap." Kathryn laughed aloud but quickly covered her mouth with her hands. "Little touches and soft kisses on the back of the neck or on her shoulder will get you further than a dozen roses and a ten inch dick. And for God's sake keep that thing holstered at all times until she reaches for it. She'll let you know when to draw and fire, believe me. Just don't go off half-cocked. That's an evening blower of the worse kind." The laughing from the curtain was so loud now that even the men in the front row could hear it. Ignoring the constant interruptions, Tex continued. "Now, for you eager beaver, wham bam, thank you ma'am, guys down here on the front row? Whoa, stop, cease and desist. The idea is to capture and fulfill her desires so you earn a return engagement. And then another one after that, and so on and so forth." "If you leave her dissatisfied, your ass is history. And if that happens, you get to start all over from square one." "Hey, Tex, you're smarter than you look." "And that goes for the rest of you mugs, too. You must start slowly and at her lips." At the general audience laughter he said, "I mean the ones on her face. Yeah, up here at the top, not down there in the middle. That is, unless she is pushing and pulling your head towards that location. Then I can only assume you can lick your eyebrows. For the rest of us, though, it's a multi-stage maneuver." Kathryn giggled, "Oh yeah, war games." "Let the hard dick throb but think with the big head," Tex continued. "Kiss her and pay attention to the way she kisses you back. Adapt to her style if necessary. Don't overpower her with tongue. Use your hands to caress her hair, neck, shoulders, and back. You should be relaxing her and preparing to move to the next Zone of attack." Laughing, she said, "You've organized things into Zones?" "I cannot stress this enough. Do not leave one field of combat until it is totally captured and she has surrendered. A moan is good. A groan is better, a sigh or soft whimper only means you are getting there. Do not be afraid to change tactics in the middle of hand-to-hand combat." "Be soft and gentle one second and demanding the next. This works to keep them off balance and adds a sense of urgency. Only never, ever hurry. That is a fatal error. You'll risk getting ahead of her readiness." "You've actually thought about this haven't you?" "Back to the lips. Once they are conquered, move on to the neck, shoulders, and don't forget the ears. For many women, attention to their ears will carry you to the next level. Nibble, lick, and even suck on her earlobes. Just don't tear out her earrings. And don't give her a wet Willy." "The last person to give me a wet Willy was Dave Edson in 2nd grade. I put playground sand down his pants." Tex stifled a laugh and went on, "While your lips, tongue, teeth, and mouth are busy in Zone Two, your hands can be clearing the way to Zone Three. Her blouse has got to go or at least be partially unbuttoned. The bra must be out of the way. If she has been wearing that damned thing all night she'll probably moan when you loosen it. If that happens, don't jump too soon." "But if you get a moan or a sigh when removing the bra, caress her breasts firmly, paying special attention to the under wire and strap marks. You'll be thanked for this later. Let those nipples rise naturally while working on the pressure marks and they will, believe me. Teasing them lightly with your palms can also help things along." "Remember, boys, these are not radio knobs. Don't grab them and attempt to fine tune." "When she shivers or whimpers and definitely when she presses her nipples harder against your hand you should take that as a very good indication to move on. Another good sign would be if she pulls your head towards her chest." "But don't stick your face between her breasts and try to stick a nipple in each ear. That's childish and tacky. Not to mention, it usually breaks the mood." "And motor boating between them is definitely out." "Although it could be a good way to make her laugh," he added. "But don't try this the first time you're together." "Generally, though, a happy woman is the best kind. If she ain't happy, no one else will be. And that means you, because you will not be in Zone Three if she isn't happy. Or extremely horny. Yes John, women get horny. And they don't need beer goggles when they get that way. They can have the pick of the litter with just a snap of their fingers." "Pick of the litter???" "Now, where was I? Oh yeah, the breasts. Do not and I repeat, do not, jump straight to the nipples. There is a whole lot of licking, kissing, sucking, and nibbling to do before you grab one of those beautiful nipples. Make her want you to suck on them. Tease her and please her before you latch onto that taste treat you crave." "On a side note, do not ignore the underside of the breast. After years of selfless research I figured out there is one of those mysterious lost erogenous zones under there. Maybe it's pressure from that danged under wire, but women with larger breasts seem to go nuts when you lick and kiss in that spot." "Oooh, yeah. Well, that's actually some good advice, Tex." "Once you have reached the nipples and she is moaning, groaning, whimpering or any mixture of the above, it is now time to press the issue of clearing the field for Zone Five. Zone Four, the belly and lower ribs, should have been cleared with Zone three, by the way. Just be careful when multitasking cause some of you guys aren't all that good at it." Kathryn laughed again. "Now, back to those nipples. Make them babies stand up and shout. Make them tingle and feel good. Suck, lick, nibble and in some cases even bite. Every sensation you give her is another step towards heaven. Don't forget to massage the breasts as you work on the nipples. I know, it's multi-tasking again but do the best ya can. Make those puppies appreciate everything you're doing. In a way, you are pre-lubing the primary objective as a lot of the sensations go straight south." "Oh, that is so true." "Now's the time you need several divergent plans on how to unwrap your prey, I mean, prize. If she's wearing loose skirts or shorts that's perfect. They are fun and intriguing. Longer or tighter skirts are workable but take more maneuvering. Tight shorts are a pain in the ass but the view makes up for the effort." "Jeans, especially tight ones, can be a problem. They'll also demonstrate how well you have carried the war so far. Yeah, they allow for exterior rubbing but the thick material dulls it down somewhat. Once you get them unbuttoned or unzipped, however, it is time for the first true test of how well you are doing." "It doesn't dull on the inside. Tight jeans touch in all the right places." "You will need her help to get the damned things off. It probably took her thirty minutes lying on the bed with a pair of pliers to get them on, so how do you expect to get them off without her help? She may have to stand on her head while you yank. That does work if she is horny as hell but it's not recommended under normal circumstances." Kathryn laughed hard enough to have to put her hand over her mouth again. "If by now she's been working on getting your shirt and pants off, you're in pretty good shape. Otherwise, the time to leave the breasts and move south is kind of a judgment call. Some women love a lot of breast play and some don't. Try to take a cue from her if possible but don't wear the hide off her nipples in the process of waiting for one." "Oh, now that's a good suggestion. I wish every guy would pay attention to this." "The lower ribs and belly are a tricky subject. You don't want to rush things. Licking and kissing your way down keeps you in close contact and lets her know it's all about her. It would be helpful if you knew how ticklish she was beforehand. Some women are and some aren't, but from my experience most women are at least a little bit squirmy." "Bellybuttons are touchy, too. Some are ticklish and fun and some seem to be connected directly to the woman's pussy. Ya never know until you stick your tongue in there. Of course, if hers is pierced with a little ring attached then you can bet she enjoys some extra play." "Some women are even ticklish around the outer rim but then go wild as you plunge deeper. Some women just smack you in the head if you try. If that happens, just move on down." "Smack you in the head?" "So now you're at the promised land, nirvana, the Holy Grail, the essence of life. But whoa, already. Don't go trying to jam your face in there or even shinnying back up the tree to ram your dick home. Now is the time to learn what our friends the lesbians know that you don't." "Is everybody listening? Seriously, some of you should be taking notes." "Take things slow and build on what you have accomplished so far. You're there, you've got it nailed, now work for something lasting that will get your dumb ass invited back again and again. If you want yours more than once, make damned sure she gets hers a lot more than once." "If at this point you don't know how to identify the stuff between her legs besides the actual pussy hole, I'm wasting my time talking to your stupid ass. You spend a couple of thousand dollars and months of your time to track down and kill a deer but you don't know the difference between the labia and the clit? You stupid dumb shits." Again, the loud laughter came from the curtain. Tex glanced to his right and frowned. Then he shook his head and continued. "Well, don't feel too bad boys, most men couldn't find a woman's G-spot even if they had any idea of what the hell it was. That's where these lesbian ladies have your asses whooped from the get go. They have a pussy, they know what's there and they know what feels good and what doesn't." "They've read the instruction manual, gone over the care and feed instructions, and have practiced what they've learned on themselves. You, on the other hand, are like a lost bull in a china shop. You bumble and stumble around and cause more problems than anything. With only a little information, you jump right to it and then stupidly expect the fuck of a lifetime. Or you over-do things and then leave her dissatisfied." "You don't expect to kill a deer by going into the woods and stumbling around. You might get lucky but it's not very likely. The same thing applies to stumbling around in her bush. She might get off but it's not very likely. Hence, you ain't going to be around long." "You tell 'em, Tex." "At this point, any sane person would throw up their hands and walk off. I've never been accused of being sane so - " "Well now, that's certainly the truth." Tex turned, patience finally exhausted from all of her interruptions. "OK, that's enough, missy. Get your ass out here if you think you can do a better job. Gentlemen, let me introduce tonight's guest speaker, even if it wasn't originally planned that way. Everybody meet Kathryn." Kathryn should not have been surprised at the turn of events but she was still a bit nervous as she stepped from behind the curtain and onto the dimly lit stage. Wearing jeans and a denim shirt, her long hair up in a ponytail, she smiled hello to the group of men, some leering, some blushing, some as confused as she with her sudden appearance. "A better job?" She asked Tex. "A better job," Tex stated, a grin already stretching the corners of his mouth. She took a deep breath. It had been some time since speech class in high school, and this certainly wasn't the debate team in the audience. "Gentlemen," she began. "Let me explain in further detail a few of the finer points of, um, pussy." The word "pussy" on her lips made her squirm when she spoke it aloud. They cheered and applauded her statement, giving her the courage to continue. "Tex has given you quite a bit of solid information. I hope you were paying attention, even taking notes in some spots. However, I would like to clarify some things. No, I'm not going to get into the meeting and greeting, the hunt and the chase and the capture. I think those secrets are best kept by us women." She winked at the audience. "No, I just want to talk about sex." A thrill ran up her spine at that last sentence. More cheers erupted from the group. "Let's back up to the whole shirt and bra thing. I mean, yes, it's important to remove the shirt so you can get to the bra. But Tex failed to mention the wonderful time you can have unbuttoning her shirt." As she spoke, Kathryn slowly unbuttoned her denim shirt, starting at the top. As the buttons opened and the shirt fell away, the room grew silent with a collective smile as her peach-colored lingerie was revealed. Never before realizing her exhibitionist tendencies, she opened the shirt wide before shrugging it off her shoulders to stand in just her jeans and bra. A bra was far more intimate than a bikini top, she realized with a grin. She couldn't believe she was half-naked in front of all these men. "Now as I was saying," she began, cupping her fingers around her lace-covered breasts. "There is a great deal to be said for opening and enjoying the package before actually getting to the prize inside." She found herself enjoying this brazen display more than she ever thought she could. Removing the ties and carelessly tossing back her hair, she let her fingers trail down her tanned tummy to the button fly of her Levis. "Additionally," she teased, knowing every eye in the room was watching, "sometimes the package is kind of nice, too." Remembering what Tex had said about too-tight jeans she paused. "If her jeans are too snug, perhaps she'd rather do the honors herself, especially if she wore them just for you. Maybe she's a little shy about the way they're cutting into her waist." She turned away slightly before slipping them open, then grinned at the crowd over her shoulder before easing them down to reveal panties that matched the bra. "Now at this point, gentlemen, you're stuck. Either you excuse yourself for going too far and withdraw, as a gentleman, or you're in it for the duration. Once you get her jeans off, consider yourself on active duty." Kathryn wriggled and squirmed, moving the too tight jeans over her full curves. She stood to allow them to drop the rest of the way where she kicked them aside, along with both sandals. Now when she turned back to the audience she felt the nerves of standing nearly naked in front of a group of horny guys, their eyes trained on every single detail. Gentlemen Please Start Your Pussies Goosebumps covered her arms and as the air-conditioned breezes hit, her nipples perked merrily inside her bra. "You okay?" She stole a peek at Tex and saw his reassuring smile. "I'm just fine," she said, calm restored on the outside. Inside she was shaking and very, very excited. Daringly, she walked closer to her audience and continued her lecture. "You have your woman where you want her now, nearly naked and without her shoes. She couldn't escape now if she wanted to." She smiled at the chuckles. "But," she continued, "it's your job to make her want to stay." "A woman feels very vulnerable in this situation. Goosebumps, that twinge of self-doubt about her body, erect nipples..." Kathryn looked down as she spoke, eliciting more chuckles. "But you can easily put her mind and body to rest with a few sincere and heartfelt words. Talk about her beautiful eyes, how soft her skin feels, how lovely she looks in the moonlight or the firelight or even the dashboard lights. Focus on her, just as Tex said. This is not the time to bring up your own excitement". "Besides," she continued with a wry grin, "most women can figure that part out all by themselves." She waited for the laughter to stop before continuing. "So now she's in your arms, she's soothed, comfortable. Now's the time to make your move. Now's the time to make her so hot she can't wait for you to bend her over the nearest hard piece of furniture and wildly fuck her brains out." She stopped to fan herself, cheeks suddenly flushed. "Ahem, is it getting warm in here?" She said the last with a glance at Tex. He grinned and winked at her. "Okay, then. Where was I? Ah, yes. Breasts. Tits." She smiled before continuing. "Although the function of the bra is to restrain or support, it is also ornamental. Small aside here, gentlemen. The number of latches on a lady's brassiere is directly related to how large her chest is. If she's busty, expect three or maybe even four. If smaller, probably only two. Before you go flailing around at the back, attempting to open up the latch, plan your maneuver accordingly." "I would suggest you tease the bra off your lady. Slowly slide a strap down one shoulder and then follow the movement with your lips. Soon you'll have a lovely bare shoulder with convenient access to her neck. Do not neglect this advantage! Pay close attention now, and you'll soon hear those sweet moans and sighs you've been hoping for." She removed one of her straps before continuing. "Once she's enjoying your intimate attentions, slip the other strap down, and then cup her delicious mounds right through the fabric. How many men take the time to caress their women through the offending bra? Not very many," she said, shaking her head. "And it's a damn shame." Kathryn shivered as her hands caressed her breasts through the bra. "The feel of lace rubbing against perky nipples is a nice experience, I must confess." She pinched her taut nipples through the fabric. She smiled at the men watching her as jolts of pleasure spread throughout her body. Kathryn whimpered softly then released her nipples to continue. "With the straps down, now's the time to release the pair. Please, PLEASE, don't call them something truly ridiculous to her face. We know you do once out of our hearing, but in front of your lady don't refer to her bosom as jugs or knockers or hooters or round mounds of joy. Please? We thank you." "Oh - and the word tits works just fine." "Anyway, as I was saying, you'll want to put your arms around her in order to attack the problem with both hands. It's just a hook and eye latch, two or more in a straight row. Kiss her neck to distract her and carefully locate the offensive restraint. Start at the top of the set, easier access, and with a few trial runs, you should figure out which way, they latch. They're the same on nearly every bra, by the way. Learn this once, you've got it for life." Tex reached out with a grin and a deft touch and undid the four clips in the back of her bra. Kathryn gasped and grabbed for the cups. They barely remained in place as the straps fell across her hands. She turned and grinned at Tex, surprised yet very excited, and then let the fabric fall to her feet. There was a collective groan from the audience as her tits were proudly exposed. Kathryn could not believe how unembarrassed she felt, standing half-naked in the middle of the lodge members. Any residual embarrassment soon turned to excitement as her eyes took in the admiring and lustful gazes of the men up front. With a grin to her audience, she teased her nipples, gently rubbing the hard nubs, enjoying the thrill it sent straight to her sex. Then she cupped her full breasts from beneath, just as Tex had suggested, and stroked the sensitive underside. She had to bite her lower lip to stifle a moan of pleasure. Then she let her hands move lower, slipping her thumbs into the thin straps riding on her hips. Her breathing grew faster just at the thought of taking off her panties before the crowd. "Panties," she said huskily, "The last bastion of purity before you reach the Promised Land, gentlemen. The sooner you remove this pesky garment the better the both of you will feel." "But don't appear to rush matters." Tex interrupted, standing close behind her. "That's the quickest way to halt the entire proceedings. You'll need to cup, stroke and toy with your lady on the outside of her panties before you take them off. You'll need to do all of that while you're taking them off, as well." Kathryn took over the lecture again. "I would also suggest slipping your fingers inside her panties for a little tease before removing them. She should feel warm and moist and should even squirm a bit at your touch. Caution: If she appears tense, apply your lips to hers with great gentleness. And soon you'll be able to remove that little scrap of satin." She gasped as Tex gripped the sides of her panties and began to slip them down. Grabbing his hands, Kathryn stopped the progress when a tuft of flame red hair on her mound was showing. "OK, wise guy, who's doing this, me or you?" "Well, you are, but I think we need to hurry things up. Some of these old boys have a short attention span and an early curfew." "Like you, I assume?" "Uh, no, but I've always wanted to know if that red hair was real or not," he replied with a grin. "It's definitely real, and so is the serious redhead temper that goes along with it." Tex laughed and started to let go of her panties. But she stopped him and whispered, "You can help if you want." He nodded and kissed her bare shoulder before moving his hand to press gently on her stomach just above her panties. Then he nibbled and caressed her warm skin before moving his hand lower. Kathryn moaned softly and pressed her body back against his as he softly stroked the red tuft above her pussy. She felt strange in this situation. Though the dampness in her panties could not be faked, she wondered where this would lead. She wondered where she wanted it to lead. Tex murmured in her ear, "Are you sure you want to go on? Should we stop here?" His hand pressed on her mound, patiently waiting for her decision. "Go on, please. I've come this far." Kat whispered softly, surprising herself. Despite the audience of men, despite this newfound intimacy with a friend, she wanted him to continue. Tex kissed her neck and purposefully slid his hand down to cover her sex. Kathryn gasped softly at his touch and then moaned as he gently massaged her outer lips. All those eyes out there in the semi-darkness were in her mind as she pressed herself tighter to his hand. Then she heard him say, "Remember, don't hurry, take your time and make her want to rip off her own panties." He rubbed her pussy harder and then allowed one finger to dip between her outer lips to explore her moist slit. He felt Kat's hips flutter and twitch. "How does that feel?" He asked the warm woman in his arms. "Wonderful, just wonderful," she whispered. "Tell them," he said with a grin. Kat groaned. The thought of all those men watching was overwhelming. She stammered, "It feels wonderful," in a loud clear voice, which surprised her. She moaned again as Tex moved the fabric back and forth and over and around her clit, making it difficult for her to focus. She managed to add, "Just wonderful. He's giving just the right amount of pressure to keep me interested but not enough to make me back off." Tex said to the audience, "The secret is to let her move against you. You apply the stimulant and let her take what she wants and how she wants it." Kat groaned and flexed her hips sharply, pushing steadily against him. The eyes of the crowd and Tex's clever hands had her very near a serious orgasm. Part was mental, part was physical, all in all she was in serious trouble. "The same applies to other body parts," Tex told the transfixed crowd. He moved one hand upwards to take possession of her breast. It was firm and warm in his grip, the nipple puckering under his fingers. He could also feel his manhood rising against her warm ass. This wasn't good for his willpower if he was going to finish this talk. Kat sighed and then moaned softly as his finger changed cadence on her sex and rubbed her clit directly. It felt so good, so very good. "Oh!" He elicited a louder gasp, forcing her back into sudden awareness. She was close, so close, and she gripped his muscled arms as she writhed beneath his clever hands. Her hips were pumping, each time forcing her panty-clad cheeks against him, the denim rough against her sensitive skin. Kat could feel the bulge in the front of Tex's jeans rub between her ass cheeks and that sent a burst of warmth to her sex. His hand in front and his dick in the back had her trapped between waves of pleasure and passion. The audience was forgotten again in the heat of the moment. That is, until Tex loudly said, "As you can see these methods work and work well." Startled, all Kat could do was squirm and moan. She was almost there and the reminder of all the men watching pushed her even closer. "I'm going to come," she announced to Tex in a loud breathy whisper as her hips moved uncontrollably. "Not yet," he whispered back in an almost commanding tone. "There is still show and tell." Kathryn groaned as a shiver ran up and down her body. She couldn't show all these men her bare pussy. She would die of embarrassment. Then again, the way she felt now, she'd probably come her brains out with all those eyes on her. Tex interrupted her train of thought by sweeping her up in his arms and depositing her on the table off to the side of the podium. With a deep moan, she curled up on her side, whimpering, breathing hard and fast. Confusion reigned for a few seconds at the sudden change. Her orgasm was still lurking right under the surface. What was he doing? She wasn't sure whether she wanted to kiss him or slug him. "I think our guest speaker needs a little time to compose herself," Tex told the audience. There were murmurs of approval and some moans of displeasure but overall they agreed. Tex called for a five-minute break. The house lights stayed down and no one left their seat as Tex turned and leaned over next to Kat. "Hey, lady, are you alright?" He asked softly. Understanding filled Kat with joy, as she now understood what he was doing. He was worried about her. "Oh yeah, I'm just peachy keen. I'm horny as hell and almost naked in front of a bunch of men that I don't even know. What in the hell could be wrong?" she whispered, trying to keep her composure and the mood light. Then she giggled. "Not to mention you and your damned knowing hands. I almost went boom big time. I'm still twitching and tingling in places that I shouldn't be in public." Grinning, Tex asked, "What are you going to do when I pull off your panties, roll you over on your back, and spread your legs?" Kathryn groaned loudly and shivered. "Don't even joke about that." "Hey, that's where I was when I had enough of your teasing and hauled you out here. It's your own fault." "My fault? I was just having fun and then you got all touchy-feely," Kat protested. Tex chuckled. "I was having a little fun myself." "A little?" "Okay, a lot then," Tex said laughing. "Now, about those panties?" Kathryn rolled over onto her back, knees still raised. She looked up into Tex's eyes and whimpered, then voiced her fears. "I'll come all over myself if we do this and then what?" He smiled. Kat's eyes dropped to the front of his jeans and she groaned loudly. "You're so going to owe me and in a big way." She squirmed on the table and slowly straightened her legs. Tex swallowed hard and replied, "I never leave a lady hanging, believe me." Kathryn lifted her hips as Tex slowly pulled her panties down. She moaned helplessly at his touch, and with the quiet in the auditorium the crowd could probably hear it halfway to the back of the room. "Oh God, oh, God, I can't believe I'm actually going to do this," she whispered loudly, then moaned again as she drew her legs up and placed one foot on either side of her ass. Her knees were closed but she still felt shamefully exposed. The slight murmurs that had begun in the audience died as Tex held the panties up in the air. He stood close to the end of the table where her feet rested. He was purposefully blocking the view of the guys in the audience. Kat looked up at him, a little fearful, a lot aroused. Tex looked in her eyes, not wishing to push her further than she could handle. Receiving her slight nod, he stepped away, exposing her naked form to everyone in the room. The room was cool but she felt heated all the way through. Her nipples were hard but she didn't notice, nor did she notice the goosebumps that covered her arms and legs. She took a deep breath and slowly spread her legs, keeping her knees up and her heels on the desk. Her legs were shaking and she shivered as the realization of what she was doing hit home. The air kissed the wetness between her legs and she knew everyone must be able to see her glistening skin. Her hips flexed up and back seductively and she moaned and realized she was enjoying this in spite of her fear. She could feel her wetness and heat increase. Her hips moved again. They seem to have a will of their own because of all of the men looking, including Tex. Tex groaned softly. His eyes were on her beautiful body, soon followed by his hands. He traced her soft skin from shoulder to hip, smiling as she writhed beneath him. He finished with a tweak beneath her bare ass cheeks just to emphasize her nakedness. She probably didn't need it, he thought, but then again it would push her higher and closer to a huge orgasm. Then he slipped his hand over to tickle her bare stomach. Helplessly she pushed against his touch. Even when it tickled she wanted, needed, more. She opened her legs even wider as she unconsciously begged him to finish what he'd started. Her hips flexed suggestively and her hands by her sides clenched as she wordlessly willed him to touch her lower, and keep touching her. He didn't disappoint. His fingers slipped across her clit and stroked a path around and across her wetness. He'd planned on instructing the audience on the different parts of her pussy at this point, but for some reason he lost track of his thoughts. He completely forgot to narrate what he was doing as he stroked her slit and teased both her clit and her sopping wet opening. More teasing, then he gently probed with the same fingers. Kathryn gasped and brought her hands up to grasp her nipples. Her hips were up off the desk as she shakily arched her back and ached to feel him inside of her heat. His fingers teasing her opening were sweet torture. She wanted to feel him inside her aching pussy. She wanted to yell it from the rooftops. "Kat, are you sure?" Tex murmured, fingers poised. She moaned in reply, body moving, begging, needing him to continue. Her mouth and tongue seemed disconnected. All she could do was nod. Suddenly, he thrust two fingers into her needful pussy, cupping her flesh and stroking her clit with his thumb. The extra stimulation wasn't necessary because after a few strokes Kat dug her heels into the desk, gripped his arms with both hands, arched her back and tensed in a huge orgasm. She cried out as she drenched his hand, dripping fluids all over the desk. She bit her lip to stifle herself but her whimpers, though softer, could still be heard, especially as the crowd was completely silent. Tex held her carefully as she shook, still gently moving his hand outside of her wetness, helping her ease down from the ferocious climax. Suddenly someone in the audience started to clap. Then another. And another. And once the applause began, it swelled to enormous proportions. Tex nodded to the crowd. Kathryn was still shaking, eyes closed, still wrapped up in his arms. In her mind she was seeing the men in the audience on their feet in a standing ovation even though she couldn't respond. Embarrassment and a sense of total pride battled for her emotions. The amber and gold afterglow from her orgasm muted and melded them into satisfaction. After a few minutes, the crowd quieted and Tex addressed the men. "Thank you for coming, everyone. I hope you learned something this evening." There was some general laughter, more applause, a few cheers. "I know I sure did," he whispered under his breath. Louder he stated, "I think you can see yourselves out." He paused for a second and then added, "Goodnight!" They were slow in getting to their feet, but reluctantly did so, and as he watched, they ambled towards the exit. The last one out gave one last longing look behind as he let the self-locking door slam shut behind him. Tex looked down at Kathryn's flushed face as he gently stroked her damp hair out of her eyes. "Are you all right?" She smiled up at him, still breathing heavily. "Oh, yes!" He leaned down then to place his lips on hers. Hers were trembling, either from what had just happened or from what was about to. They had exchanged friendly kisses before, but this was the first from passion. Kathryn melted into him, wrapping her arms around his neck as they feasted. Tex realized he was still dressed, so he backed away to tear off his shirt and rip open his jeans. Kathryn watched him in a sexual daze, blushing, as evidence of his arousal was readily apparent once his clothes disappeared. He took her in his arms again, pulling her closer to the edge of the desk. He caressed her face softly as they stared into each other's eyes. With a little positioning, he took her mouth again in a kiss and at the same time slipped inside her pussy. Kathryn moaned around his mouth at the suddenness of their joining and gripped his shoulders tightly. Soon she began to move her hips in response. Good, this was so very good. He felt so right inside of her, and she helplessly clenched her muscles on him as he continued to thrust. The angle wasn't quite right but they continued anyway, enjoying the sensations of their first time together as more than friends. Eventually, though, she squirmed on the desk in obvious discomfort. Tex realized she needed to shift positions and backed away. Then with a grin, he pulled her forward and completely off the desk. Kathryn's legs were wobbly, her arms were weak, and her head was still trying to process the events as they were happening. Tex kissed her tenderly before turning her around to lie down across the desk. It felt cool against her warm skin but it was welcome solid support. She sighed deeply, relaxed and waited to see what he would do next. Still she was surprised when he slipped behind her, cupped her cheeks, and then slid roughly inside. Gentlemen Please Start Your Pussies Tex grunted with the effort and she gasped; he seemed even larger than he was before. He held her shoulders from behind and then began a solid in and out fuck while she whimpered and writhed all over the desk. She spread her legs as far apart as she could, reaching with her toes on the floor of the stage while her fingers were splayed the surface. He felt so good inside, reaching so deep, and his hips smacking her ass were right in so many ways. She was amazed they'd never done this before. Each movement sent shudders of pleasure throughout her system. She wanted to reach down and tease her clit but found it wasn't necessary. His solid in and out strokes was doing the job and as she closed her eyes and moaned, Tex picked up the speed. Soon he was thrusting roughly in and out, groaning, slamming into her and slamming her into the desk. Kat wasn't aware of anything except the delightful sensation of his cock expanding inside her wet, wet center with each lunge. She tried to grab onto the desk, to anything, but instead tilted her ass up higher to meet his onslaught. It was an erotically rough fuck and almost immediately, she began to climax again, helplessly. His pumping motions became harsher and the desk scooted forward minutely each time their flesh met with a slap. This time Kat couldn't hold back her voice when she came and her cries echoed in the empty hall. Tex continued to thrust with force, but soon with shorter strokes, less control, and his grip on her shoulders tightened. She heard him growl through his own orgasm as he pounded into her with those last few deep, solid thrusts. He was hard inside her and then was suddenly moving easier with more liquid, and she whimpered as she adjusted. His hands pulled her hips to him as he ground himself against her a few more times, shuddering a bit himself. Limp with exhaustion, his perspiration trickled onto her as he leaned across her body to ease down on his elbows. Still catching his breath, Tex kissed her neck and then her shoulder. Kat turned her head to smile as she felt his breath cooling her damp skin. "Wow," she managed shakily, still amazed at the evening's events, especially the sex with Tex. That first orgasm she could blame on all those men looking at her but this last one ... Through his ragged breathing, Tex finally got out, "Uh huh," and then he kissed her shoulder and neck again. A few moments later, he whispered, "You taste yummy, all salty and sweet at the same time. I could just eat you up." Kat couldn't help but giggle. She felt as giddy as a schoolgirl and twice as naughty. This was by far the kinkiest thing she had ever done but it was also the wildest and most powerful orgasm she'd ever had. With another giggle she said, "It's a little too late to eat me." "Uh yeah, you do have a point there," he replied with a chuckle. "We'll have to put that on the list of things to explore." With a groan, Tex straightened up and then stepped back, his softening manhood finally slipping out. They'd made quite a mess together. Grinning, he retrieved his handkerchief from his back pocket and spent a few minutes gently cleaning up Kat. She writhed as he tenderly wiped her inner thighs and glistening sex. "Speaking of exploring," he whispered softly, which made Kat smile and squirm even more. A moment later, he gave her two kisses, one on each ass cheek. "I'm probably not doing the best job of this but it's about all I can do right now." When Tex finished with her, he stood up, cleaned himself, pulled up his jeans and buckled his belt. He had to laugh when he realized he'd never even taken off his boots. His shirt was also easy to locate. As he slipped it on, he looked over at Kat. With a grin he said, "I feel like a school boy, his first time out." Kat laughed and nodded. "I was thinking the same thing about me." She'd made it as far as rolling over and sitting up on the end of the desk. But she suddenly felt awkward to be sitting there naked. She wasn't so much embarrassed as she was worried about what Tex would think of her later. Kathryn needn't have worried. He leaned over and gently kissed her lips while helping her to her feet. His arms went around her as he pulled her tightly to his body. One of his hands teased her neck while the other caressed her back. She felt safe in his arms and all the concerns she had just drifted away like so much smoke. Tex slowly broke the kiss. As though he had known what had been on her mind, he whispered, "I think my next talk should be on the care and feeding of your pussy after you feed it." Kat laughed and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Tex sighed and said, "Let's find your clothes." He helped Kat find her clothes, including her shoes. Pieces were scattered all across the stage. She leaned against the desk for support while she pulled on her panties and jeans and slipped into her shirt. She tucked the bra into her back pocket. Dressed and satiated with warm smiles and weak limbs they made their way out of the lodge and into the parking lot. They walked hand in hand, it seemed appropriate now. They stopped at his truck and he opened her door. "Thank you for coming tonight," Tex said, smiling at his unintended pun as he helped her in, then closed the door. She leaned on the open window to smile back. "I had a great time." "I'm glad. So did I." He walked around to his side, climbed in, started the truck, and they took off. They didn't talk too much on the way home but it was a comfortable silence. No words necessary. At her place, he got out to again open her door. He walked her up to the entrance where they embraced. They exchanged smiles, then deep slow kisses, and Kathryn found her knees getting weak all over again. When Tex pulled back, he said, "Thank you for this, and for everything. I think you made a big difference for those idiots in the crowd." "I hope so," she grinned, then blushed when she remembered all that had happened this evening. "Do you think you may want to do this again sometime?" "Um, you mean just you and me, or me joining in another lecture at the lodge?" "You and me," he said, touching her hair with love, giving her another kiss. "Er, maybe both?" He managed with a sheepish smile. When she smiled her assent he wrapped her in another embrace. "I was hoping you'd say that," he breathed, almost with relief. She opened her door then, and turned to go inside. "Oh, do you think you'll be free next Friday?" She stopped and beamed his direction. "Oh, yes. What do you have in mind?" "Well," he began, stroking his chin. "Seems there's another lecture coming up. The boys would be really disappointed if you weren't going to be a part of the visual demonstration." She laughed. "Of course. What is it this time? How to French kiss?" "Um, nope," he said, a grin reaching every bit of his eyes. "It's on anal sex." She gulped and tried to stammer something but couldn't quite find her voice. His grin widened. "I'll pick you up at seven."