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Lizzie

By: SamFrench



The conference promised to be just another week of my life wasted listening to middle-aged project managers drone on and on about their progress. These conferences were all the same, or so I thought. Every so often there was some eye-candy in attendance, but usually the women were not that attractive, and were certainly suppressing any sensuality under their business suits.

  Maybe that's why I was so floored when I saw her walk in on that first day. Most of us were still milling around, filling coffee cups and jockeying for a good place in the conference room, not too close, but close enough to see the screen. She was wearing a blue skirt with matching jacket, a white silk blouse, and black Italian pumps. Even the conservative cut of the jacket did nothing to hide the incredible body she had, petite yet curvy in all the right places. Her curly, shoulder-length brown hair and face reminded me of Lynne Russell, the Headline News anchorwoman who was on in the 90s.

  Imagine my surprise when she unceremoniously plopped down into the seat next to me after quietly asking if the seat was taken. I nodded slightly before remembering to close my mouth. It took a second of getting myself together before I could even think straight.

  "Rough flight?" I asked her, noting that she seemed to be a bit frazzled. It didn't take away from her beauty, but I could tell she was looking really tired.

  "No, the flight was fine, just haven't been getting much rest lately." Her weak smile underscored her reply, and I instantly felt like I should do everything in my power to make this woman more comfortable.

  I excused myself and quickly returned with a cup of coffee and some cream and sugar. "I figured you could use some." Her smile was all the thanks I needed as I settled back into my seat next to this luscious creature.

  The morning was filled with information briefs, giving us a background for the three days worth of meetings and discussions. Everyone seemed to want to rush through the briefings, making the breaks very short. By lunch I was ready to get out of the seat and I noticed Liz squirming in her seat as well. I was hoping she'd follow me down for the lunch provided in the adjacent conference room, but she seemed to disappear before I could even ask her to join me.

  Lunch was your standard conference fare, mostly sandwiches and salads, although the hotel had done a nice job of providing a nice spread. Soon enough it was time to return to the conference room for the afternoon's string of briefings.

  I surprised myself with the elation I felt when I saw Liz slip back into the room and come back to her seat next to me. She must've gone to her room during lunch to rest, because she looked much more relaxed and not as fatigued.

  The afternoon's meetings went fairly quickly, partly due to all the daydreaming I was doing about Liz's incredible body. Her perfume was just strong enough to distract me from the numerous slides and made me want to lean towards her in my seat. The warmth of her shoulder against mine felt wonderful in the cool air conditioned room, and Liz didn't seem to mind or pull back. By the end of the last briefing I noticed her squirming in her seat a little more than normal. I attributed it to sitting so long and didn't really think anymore about it.

  "What are your plans for dinner?" It took me a second to process her question. I then remembered the reception planned for the conference attendees at 6:30. The agenda had included the menu for the reception, and I wasn't in the mood to try and find a decent restaurant after a day of meetings.

  "I was just planning on pressing some flesh at the reception and filling up on free shrimp. What were you planning?" A blush crossed her face as she seemed to note the unintended sexual entendre in my comment. I realized how that could've come across and quickly added, "I'm sorry, I mean, err, you know, just mingle a bit before calling it an early night."

  Her smile let me know she wasn't offended as she put her hand on my arm to tell me it was alright. "Okay, maybe I'll see you at the reception." I watched her walk out of the room and was frozen in place until someone bumped into me trying to file out into the hall. I grabbed my briefcase and quickly followed the crowd to the elevator bank to return to my room. I freshened up and changed into some khakis and a polo shirt, then sat down to watch the news to kill some time before the reception was scheduled to begin. No sense in arriving too early, I thought.

  The hotel had gone all out to put on a great buffet with hungry execs milling around to fill up their small plates. Alcohol flowed freely as the hotel has a free happy hour every night. It's one of the reasons I always loved staying at that hotel. Free food and free liquor sure made up for all those boring briefings. Some of the execs had brought their wives to the conference since there were a lot more women than there had been present during the day. Many of them were trophy wives, some of them almost half the age of their husbands. But none of them compared to Liz in beauty and class as she walked into the banquet room. I was mesmerized as she made a beeline towards me. I actually felt butterflies in my stomach as she gave me a warm smile and spoke, breaking the trance.

  "You alright? Maybe you should slow down on those drinks." Her playful manner instantly relaxed me as I regained my composure and offered to get her a drink. "Oh no, thank you, I can't drink, but a juice would be great."

  "Can't drink? Why not? It's free." I realized how stupid that sounded since she looked like she could definitely afford a drink if that's what she wanted.

  "Oh no, it's not anything like that, it's just that I just had twins and can't drink." I was floored as my eyes ran up and down her body, looking for clues that she might be telling me the truth. She had shed the jacket and now stood in front of me in the silky blouse and blue skirt, showing off her incredible figure even more. The blouse failed to conceal the full breasts pressing against the shiny material, as the skirt showed off her small waist and curvy hips. Being a huge fan of the female form and having spent many hours undressing beautiful women with my eyes, I estimated her measurements to be 36D-24-36.

  I must've been staring for a bit too long as she started to get a bit uncomfortable, breaking me out of my trance again. "I'm sorry Liz, I just can't believe you've delivered a baby, much less two, anytime in recent history."

  "I'll take that as a compliment," she said, smiling broadly, "but I have the scars to prove it." Her laugh and casual nature instantly put me at ease and I knew I would enjoy this week. I trotted off to get her juice as she sampled some of the food on the buffet tables.

  We mingled and talked, introducing each other to colleagues we knew from previous trips. The alcohol was having it's effect on me as I relaxed and became more talkative, much to Liz's delight. She was feeding off my energy and seemed to glow more with every joke I told and story I recounted. I was working it hard, feeling like a love-struck teenager, wanting to bask in her beauty and not wanting the night to end. I was floored when she suggested finding a place to sit down. The hotel had a beautiful enclosed courtyard with a manmade stream running through it. We found a couch next to a small waterfall that cascaded into a pool filled with koi.

  "Ah, that's better, I had to get off my feet. Hope you don't mind?" Her smile made any request seem reasonable. She could've asked me to dive into the pool and kill a fish for her so she could have sushi, and I would've readily complied, as long as she just smiled at me again. Yes, I was smitten, and I think she knew it.

  We talked about our families and spouses as neither one of us really wanted to go back to our rooms. I could tell she wanted to relax as she opened up about her kids, showing me pictures to prove she really did have twins that were four months old, as well as an older son who was three. Her husband was a good-looking guy who seemed to be in golf clothes in every pic she showed me.

  "So, you feeling better now, did you get some rest at lunch?" I asked, trying to make small-talk. Her body language suddenly told me that something had not sat well with her. She seemed to suddenly fumble with her hands before she looked up at me.

  "Well, actually, it wasn't sleep I needed." Her eyes searched mine for understanding as I must've looked like a hog looking at a wrist watch. Realizing I didn't follow her insinuation, she went on. "I have been umm, trying to feed the twins naturally, and it gets to be uncomfortable when I can't relieve the pressure." I still had the deer in the headlights look, so finally she blurted out, "Breastfeeding."

  Duh!!! I felt like an idiot. My blushing must've been pretty intense as Liz broke out in a hearty laugh, enjoying my discomfort as she leaned back on the couch, holding her tummy. After a few moments she composed herself as she wiped the tears from her eyes and put her hand on my leg. "Sam, I'm sorry, but you looked so cute and embarrassed, I just couldn't help it."

  I couldn't help but laugh at myself as the ice had finally been broken. Liz seemed to relax even more as she started to joke about the trials and tribulations of breastfeeding. "You can't imagine how much those little guys can eat. And the more they eat, the more milk my boobs seem to produce." To demonstrate her point, she hefted her ample breasts in her hands and pushed them towards me.

  My jaw hitting the floor must've really struck her as funny as she burst out in laughter once again. Hell, I didn't care, watching her enjoying herself was fine with me, even if it was at my expense.

  Liz went on to explain that she normally used the breast pump during the day to relieve the pressure, saving it for her little guys for the nanny to feed it to them when she was gone. This was the first trip she'd taken since returning from maternity leave, but she'd stored up enough to keep the little guys fed during the week. In her hurry to make the flight, she'd forgotten her breast pump though, making it very difficult to relieve the pressure. I sat in awe as this goddess explained all this to me as if she was talking about brushing her teeth.

  "So at lunch, I spent some time getting rid of the pressure, if you know what I mean." I guess my poker face wasn't working so well, as she laughed at me again. "I guess you do." She was really enjoying making me squirm as she leaned into me, slapping me on the shoulder, obviously enjoying herself.

  I decided to regain the upper hand by shocking her a bit. "I could help out with that." She suddenly stopped laughing and just sat back to look straight into my face, trying to gauge what I meant and if I was serious.

  It was now her turn to stammer as a sly smile crept across my face. "What do you mean, Sam?"

  "Just what I said, I could help you with your little problem." I sat back with a self-satisfied look on my face. Finally I had gotten her to stop laughing at me and was now enjoying her in the hot seat. Suddenly I realized that she could accuse me of sexual harassment as I started to apologize.

  "No, it's okay, Sam, it's my fault, I was teasing you, so I deserved that. And please call me Lizzie. I figure after this, you deserve to call me what my friends call me." This woman was just way too cool for words. "I was just trying to explain my discomfort this morning and couldn't resist having some fun when I saw how you reacted."

  I know we were both married, but something made me want to take care of this woman, to make everything alright. I surprised myself when I told her that I was serious, that I really did want to help her out, if she wanted me to. I explained that I wasn't coming on to her. I had tasted breast milk while having sex with my wife after she had given birth, and I knew it didn't bother me. My wife had become very aroused when she had breastfed our second child, so we seemed to have a lot of sex after the first six weeks of abstinence after the birth.

  Liz listened in silence, taking it all in as she seemed to work through what I was proposing. She looked into my eyes to gauge my sincerity before she spoke. "So you're saying that you'd suck my breasts to release the pressure, and wouldn't expect anything else from me? No sex? Nothing? You'd do it just to make me more comfortable?"

  I couldn't be more serious as I looked into her beautiful eyes and nodded. Liz must've seen the sincerity in my eyes as she took my hand and pulled me to my feet. She led me to the elevator and pushed the button for her floor. I followed her like a puppy on a leash as the entire walk seemed to pass in a blur. Before I knew it we were inside her suite as she finally turned to face me. She pushed me back to sit on the bed as she stood in front of me. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it out of her skirt and off her shoulders, then dropping it onto the bed next to me.

  I sat slack jawed as I noticed her perfect skin and taut tummy. I let my gaze drift up to her breasts as her bra threatened to burst. I could detect small wet spots from her leaking nipples as the material had turned almost see through. She reached behind her as she unhooked her bra. She pulled the straps off her shoulders as the cups clung to her breasts. Looking into my eyes she slowly pulled the bra down, exposing her full breasts to my hungry gaze. I subconsciously licked my lips as she let out a small giggle.

  Smiling at me she took my head into her hands and guided my lips to her right nipple. "Suck them Sam, please." Her request was so sweet, I couldn't have resisted, even if I had wanted to.

  Her nipples were swollen and hard, sticking out a good inch as a trace of white liquid covered them. I had remembered the process of getting a baby to latch onto the nipple, so I controlled my urge to just start sucking. I softly covered her nipple and created pressure with my lips as I put my arm around her small waist to pull her closer to me. Almost instantly her breast milk flowed into my mouth, filling it with the sweet, warm fluid. I quickly began to swallow as I knew she was producing a lot of milk for her twins. A soft moan escaped her lips as her knees clamped around my left knee, locking us together. Her legs relaxed somewhat, allowing her weight to push her tit further into my mouth as I continued to extract her sweet fluid. Her right hand helped squeeze her full tit as my head was spinning from the experience of suckling on the breast of this goddess.

  Liz had to stop me, extracting her right tit from my mouth and smiling down at me as if to gauge if I was ready to do the same for the other. I answered by latching onto her left nipple and continuing to swallow her sweet nectar. Her legs had buckled and she was now sitting on my right leg as my head was bowed to keep her breast in my mouth. Liz seemed to be rubbing her pussy against my thigh and knee as I focused on sucking her tit, fulfilling my agreed upon duties.

  Before long her left tit had emptied enough to resemble her right tit as she ran her fingers through my hair and pulled my face up to give me a kiss on the cheek. She hugged me warmly, whispering thank you in my ear before standing up in front of me. She wiped a drop of milk from my chin as she laughed lightly. She reached down and put the blouse back on, leaving it unbuttoned, barely covering her incredible breasts. 

  I stood on wobbly legs waiting for her to break the silence. Liz hugged me again standing against me before speaking. "I can't thank you enough Sam. You have no idea how much more comfortable it is now. I may actually get some sleep tonight. I take it you didn't mind that too much," she said as she glanced down at the lump in my khakis. Her smile let me know it was okay as I relaxed, letting out a deep breath.

  "Sam, I know you just did me a huge favor, but could I ask you for another?"

  "Anything you want, Liz, just ask." I replied.

  "Well, it is a long conference, and I know I won't be able to go another 3 days without relief again. Would it be too much to ask to have you do this again for me? I think I could stand to have it done again in the morning and in the evening. Is that too much?" Her eyes were searching mine for an unspoken reply.

  I think I surprised her when I said, "Too much, I don't think it is at all. In fact, from experiences with my wife breastfeeding, you will probably need to be emptied every three hours or so. If you want, I could do that for you at lunch too."

  The smile on her face told me she was thrilled as she hugged me again, this time much harder and longer. I didn't want to break the embrace as I smelled her sweet perfume and clean hair, becoming drunk from her scent.

  "Thank you, Sam, you're the best," as she kissed me on the cheek again before letting me go. I turned and floated towards the door, not remembering the walk to my room. Somehow I found my way into bed and it was morning before I realized that ringing noise was my phone.

  "Hi Sam, good morning. How did you sleep?" Lizzie's voice came to me as in a dream. Remembering the previous night's activities, I quickly sat up and said hello back, albeit a bit groggily. "Oh sorry, hope I didn't wake you. I'll be up in your room in a few, bye."

  I got up, went to the bathroom to pee, then brushed my teeth and hair. I heard a knock on the door and opened it. Lizzie looked even more beautiful than she had the night before. She must've slept a full night because she radiated such a healthy glow. Gone were the dark circles and glazed over eyes. She sparkled as I realized that she was wearing jogging shorts and a loose t-shirt that barely concealed her full breasts. I could tell she'd just rolled out of bed herself as I noticed the time.

  "I wanted to give you time to clean up before we go down for breakfast and start our meetings. I hope I didn't come up too early?" I didn't care what time it was, just seeing her was like a shot of adrenaline as she quickly pulled the t-shirt over her head, leaving her covered in a sports bra. She pulled it off as I now marveled at her body once again. She was obviously very athletic and had regained her figure very quickly after having the twins. Maybe keeping up with two made her lose the weight even more easily. And the breastfeeding certainly had not hurt.

  Lizzie giggled as the naughtiness hit her. I became aware of my reflection in the mirror across from the bed as I noticed how I was dumbfounded, staring at this half-naked goddess standing in front of me. Liz hugged me and kissed me on the cheek again as if to thank me in advance. I sat back on the bed and she surprised me by lying down next to me. I rolled over, taking her breasts into my hands. I marveled at the fullness of her breast, admiring them while caressing them gently. Liz allowed me the time to enjoy them, not rushing me in any way. I slowly leaned forward and took her left breast into my mouth, sucking softly on her engorged nipple as she leaned her head back on the pillow, allowing a deep moan to escape her body. I sucked on her breast like a hungry puppy lapping up spilled milk. Rolling over to give me easier access to her right breast, she began running her hand through my hair, obviously enjoying my oral attentions.

  I must've done a good job because she was emptied much too quickly. She hugged me again and gave me a big kiss on the cheek before rolling out of bed. She seemed to bounce across the room as she pulled on her t-shirt without the sports bra. "See you at breakfast hon, thanks again, I owe ya," she said as she bounded out of my room.

  I was still in a stupor but knew I needed to get into the shower. The warm water felt great as it washed away the tension from what had just happened, although my cock was still hard as a rock. I stroked it a few more times than normal as I soaped up my body, knowing that jerking off wouldn't do anything to satisfy me at this point. I shaved and dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. Lizzie was waiting for me at the entrance and asked me to sit with her after going through the breakfast buffet line. She acted totally normal, although she was very attentive to my needs, fetching juice for me and a second cup of coffee without even being asked.


Lizzie Borden and Hyman Lubinsky



Author's Note: This essay was originally published in The Hatchet: The Journal of Lizzie Borden Studies. It develops a theory proposed by writer and cook David Lee Dickerson. Although the author does not necessarily subscribe to Dickerson's theory, she takes his position to elaborate upon it. The Hatchet allows an author to submit pieces it has published elsewhere after six months has passed. 

The Lizzie Borden Conspiracy with Hyman Lubinsky

Lizzie Borden claimed to have missed her father's murder because she impulsively took a trip to the barn just before the time he was attacked and killed -- a trip that happened to last as long as the attack. At the inquest, she testified that she went to the barn to look for some sinkers for her fishing line. Ann Jones in Women Who Kill comments sarcastically on this alibi, writing, "She had been looking for lead to make some sinkers for her fishline, although she hadn't gone fishing for five years." 

Hosea Knowlton found it an extraordinary coincidence that Lizzie would happen to take a trip to the barn just before someone slew her father, and questioned her closely and at length about this assertion at the inquest. The following exchange is from the inquest transcript:





Lizzie Borden and Hyman Lubinsky



Carlisle believes, and Dickerson concurs, that Andrew may have molested first Emma and then Lizzie. Writing about the change, Carlisle states that "research on serial abuse," while "sketchy," suggests that a "shift from one sibling to another often takes place as the older child begins to resist the abuse." 

Dickerson believes Andrew may have at some point stopped his improper fondling of Lizzie, enabling the family to return to a semblance of a normal life. But he sees her ambiguous statement to Alice Russell on the day prior to the murders as indicating unease with a dark undercurrent.

According to the trial transcript, Alice Russell testified that Lizzie had visited her the day before the murders. On that visit Lizzie said, "I feel depressed. I feel as if something was hanging over me that I cannot throw off, and it comes over me at times, no matter where I am. . . . father has so much trouble. . . . I feel afraid sometimes that father has got an enemy. . . . I feel as if I wanted to sleep with my eyes half open -- with one eye open half the time -- for fear they will burn the house down over us." 

Dickerson thinks this statement indicates that, after several years cessation, Andrew had started molesting Lizzie again. He believes "father has so much trouble" really means "father IS so much trouble." He also sees significance in her saying she does not want to go to sleep, as Andrew's nocturnal visits to her bedroom may have been what she dreaded. 

However, Lizzie was no longer a child or adolescent but an adult. She was not going to permit herself to be regularly abused again. Her father had an enemy all right and that enemy, as Lizzie well knew, planned to act.

This leads us to the question of why Abby was killed and killed viciously by eighteen blows to her head and one to her shoulder. Abby was not the sexual abuser but Lizzie had at least as much fury, if not more, at her as she had at her father. Why? Dickerson feels that Lizzie may have complained to Abby about the fondling and been disbelieved or blamed. A stepmother who reacted to a distressed, molested child by lashing out at her as "lying" or "sinful" would be hated as much or more than a father who betrayed his parental role through that abuse. 

After Lizzie's acquittal, it is unlikely that she and Hyman Lubinsky saw much of each other. If they did, they would have had to have been even more circumspect than they had been before the crimes since people were constantly watching Lizzie because of the cloud of notoriety that hung over her. However, it seems likely that the wealthy heiress might have funneled some money to the young man who had served her so well, either in person or through an intermediary or simply by placing envelopes (perhaps without return addresses) in the mail. 

The addresses where Hyman Lubinsky resided offer clues as to his life after the trial. As noted above, the teenager lived on Spring St. at the time of the slayings and remained there until 1911. Then Lubinsky moved to a residence on Ferry St. in 1912. In 1913 he moved to an abode on Washington St. where he resided until 1916. Rebello writes that, in 1917, Lubinsky moved to "230 Second Street, the Borden house." Some readers may be confused by the address because they know the murders were committed at 92 Second St. Hatchet contributor Harry Widdows wrote to this writer, "92 Second and 230 Second are one and the same. In 1896, all streets were renumbered in Fall River." 

Why would Hyman Lubinsky have wanted to live in the house where the murders were committed? The house may have possessed fond memories for him if the pair had arranged to have trysts or meetings there. He might also have liked moving into the home once occupied by people who had so bitterly wronged a woman he cared about, especially knowing that he had helped that woman avenge herself against them. It is also possible that the residence gave him a reason to keep in touch with Lizzie that would not arouse suspicion. According to Widdows, "The Borden sisters sold #92 in June 1918 so Lubinsky would have been a boarder there for at least a portion of the time they still owned it." 

This move also indicates that Lubinsky's economic situation had improved rather dramatically. While the residence at 92 Second St. was below Andrew Borden's means, it represents something of an elevation for an ice-cream peddler. There is no evidence that he ever held a high-paying job and Rebello writes that he labored as "a peddler and packer." Perhaps a grateful Lizzie charged him less than other tenants or allowed him to live there free of charge.

It is also possible that the absence of a continuing connection to Lizzie after the Borden sisters sold the property in 1918 led Lubinsky to move back to Washington St. in 1920. According to Rebello, he was still living there when he died of pulmonary tuberculosis on January 23, 1923 and "was buried in the Hebrew Cemetery in Fall River" (88). He was either 47 or 49 depending on which account of the year of his birth is correct.

Rebello writes that Lubinsky "was married and later listed in the Federal Census (1920) as divorced" (88). Although the time period is edging out of the Victorian era and into the Roaring Twenties, this was still a culture in which divorce was extremely rare and considered dishonorable. Something drastic must have impelled either Hyman Lubinsky or his wife to such a course. In the intimacy of marriage, could he have confided something of his involvement in the murders to a wife who was horrified by it? Or could his continuing feelings for another woman, whether or not he actually saw her, have weakened the marital bond? The possibilities are tantalizing.

We cannot know what Hyman Lubinsky's feelings were but, if David Lee Dickerson's theory is correct, Lubinsky may have enjoyed a peculiar sense of triumph after the trial in keeping and taking to his grave the knowledge of the bloody secrets hidden in a humble ice-cream wagon.



Lizzie Ch. 02



It had been over a month since I'd heard from Lizzie. She had told me that she would be busy after the conference, but I'd hoped that she'd at least drop me a one-liner, something, anything. I couldn't get her out of my mind. I kept replaying that week over in my head, how beautiful she was, how sexy, how classy, and how wet. I knew there'd never be anything more between us, but I had to admit, I was smitten. 

My boss sent me an email and then called to follow up, telling me there was another conference he wanted me to attend. Would Liz be there? Should I email her to ask? A million thoughts went through my head as I got more and more excited at the prospect of seeing her again. Then I remembered that with my luck, she wouldn't be there and the conference would just be another boring week in another hotel. 

I told my wife about the conference and was met with the same complaints as always, "I'll have to do everything around here, who will take the kids to practice if I have to work late...?" I know she has to take on more responsibilities when I'm gone, but my job is great and the pay certainly allows us to live in the manner to which she's become accustomed. Of course, reminding her of that wouldn't have been such a good idea. 

The time flew as I finished up things around my office so that I could afford to be gone for a week. On Monday I caught the first flight out, trying to avoid the rush of business travelers. The ride to the hotel was uneventful and went quicker than expected. I had grown to love New York and was staying at the Ritz, overlooking the Statue of Liberty. Our company had a contract rate with them which was almost half of the usual $700 a night, which is still not outrageous for NYC. 

I went for a long walk around downtown before heading back to the hotel for dinner. I decided to eat and have drinks in the executive lounge instead of down in the lobby restaurant. I was working on my second Long Island Iced Tea when I almost choked on my drink.

Lizzie made a beeline for my table, flashing me her killer smile as she was obviously enjoying the stunned look on my face. She looked incredible, wearing one of her trademark business jackets that still showed off her incredible figure, her skirt caressing her shapely thighs as she seemed to walk as if modeling for me as she approached. 

I finally regained enough composure to remember to stand up and reach out my hand. She almost knocked me over with her hug as she gave me a big smooch on the cheek before sitting down in the chair next to me. I stood there, transfixed by the image burned into my retina of her, still tingling from the incredible hug she'd given me, my cheek on fire from her sweet kiss.

"Sit down silly or people will start to talk" She laughed at me, relishing in the effect she was having on me.

She ordered an appetizer and a San Pellegrino from the waitress, then returned her attention to me. She looked intently into my eyes, searching for some sort of response since I was still just staring at her. 

Her face became serious as she began to explain that she had wanted to email me, but that after our time together, she needed some time to think. In between bites she told me how she had returned home, hoping to work things out with her husband. I had proven to her how sexy she was, even when lactating, but her husband still didn't want anything to do with her sexually. Then she found the cell phone bill where he had been calling a number repeatedly when he was supposed to be in meetings. She had called the number and heard a young female voice on the other end. She had quickly hung up, not knowing what to say.

Lizzie explained that she didn't want to divorce her husband, that she needed him and wanted the twins to know a stable home. But she had realized that the warning signs had been there for a long time. She knew he was cheating on her and he was taking her for granted. She had decided she would start to live her own life and no longer care what he thought. Lizzie suspected something even before the last conference, and it was partly the reason she had decided to do more with me than she would've otherwise done under normal circumstances. She didn't know how I would react, so she hadn't emailed, but the look on my face tonight had shown her how I felt.

As I watched this gorgeous creature pour her heart out like she did, all I could think of was holding her in my arms and wanting to make everything alright. Lizzie stopped talking and gave me one of her piercing looks again. She then leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

"I know what you're thinking, and my boobs are dying for some release, let's go back to my room and I'll make it up to you for keeping you hanging for so long." 

Well, she didn't know I was thinking, since she was way ahead of me. I wouldn't have let myself assume she was ready to resume anything with me, much less fulfilling my deepest fantasies once again. 

She told the bartender to bill her room for our dinner and drinks as she led the way out of the executive bar and to the elevators. Liz pushed the button for her floor, and as the doors closed, pulled me toward her and drove her tongue straight past my lips. Her kiss clearly signaled the passion she was feeling as our bodies melted together. The elevator arrived at her floor much too quickly, but not faster than it took me to be fully erect. 

I followed her like a puppy as her gait showed her urgency. She knew what she wanted, and she wanted it now. She swiped her card and opened the door and was inside the room before I could even say anything. The heavy door closed with a solid "thunk" as she turned to face me in the middle of the room. 

She embraced me once again, kissing me with even more passion. I felt intoxicated with her perfume and personal scent as her full breasts pressed into my chest. Her hands traveled down my back and to my ass as she pulled my crotch into hers. My hard cock poked her lower tummy as she seemed to want to fuck me standing up and fully clothed. 

Just as I was getting into rubbing her with my hard on, she backed off and started to pull off her clothing. Her jacket and blouse dropped to the floor as I gazed at her almost nude upper body in total awe. She had lost some more of her baby weight, although her breasts seemed to have gotten even bigger. Liz gave a small giggle, obviously enjoying the look on my face, as she unzipped her skirt and pushed it down her firm legs as well. 

"They're now 34DD. You like?" I could tell the pride in her voice as I could only nod like a zombie and grin like an idiot. 

She now stood in front of me in her bra and panties. What a goddess. Her bra threatened to burst as she reached behind her to unhook it. She then stopped and asked if I would do the honors. She turned around as I fumbled with the hooks, trying to get them to release. It seemed to pop off her as the pressure from her breasts made the straps fly open. She held the cups to her swollen boobs as she sensuously turned to face me again. 

Agonizingly slowly she let the bra fall away from her torso as I could see her magnificent breasts in all their glory once again. Her nipples were already hard and were covered in a sheen of milk. I leaned forward as if in a trance and took her right nipple in my mouth as she held my head in her soft hands. Her head fell back as a soft moan escaped her lips, letting me know I was using the right amount of suction. Suddenly her milk let down as she flooded my mouth with her sweet milk. I couldn't suck fast enough, but I was willing to die trying.

Liz maneuvered me towards the bed while maintaining contact between my mouth and her tit. We sat down together before she laid back on the comforter. I never lost my lip hold on her nipple and scooted up a bit to get in better position. Liz pushed my jacket off my shoulders and unbuttoned my shirt as far as she could reach. I undid the rest of the buttons to allow her to peel the shirt off me as well. She then resumed stroking my head with her hands, as if she had to keep me interested and was rewarding me like a puppy for being so good. 

I could tell her right breast was getting to the point where her milk was finishing up, so I slowed my sucking. Liz reached down and kissed my forehead as a way of thanks. I thought I'd start on her left breast but she stopped me.

"Undress all the way for me Sam, I want you to be comfortable too."

Who was I to argue with that logic? I stood up and undid my belt and pants as I let them fall to the floor. I kicked off my Italian loafers and reached down to pull off my socks. Liz was licking her lips as I began to pull off my boxers. Gawd this woman pushed all my buttons. I stood naked in front of her, ready to resume my enviable duty of suckling her. I reached to pull her panties off but she stopped me. 

"No hon, bad timing, Aunt Flo's in town. Sorry." She gave me a look that let me know she truly was sorry but I knew she'd make it up to me somehow. 

"Don't worry about it, I have plenty to play with." I grinned at her like a schoolboy and she seemed to accept my explanation as she motioned for me to join her on the bed again. My mouth instinctively fell to her left breast as she offered it up to my hungry lips.

I spent some time emptying her breast, relishing in the sweet, creamy nectar emanating from her body. I could've done this all day and night, but knew that after a while she'd start to get sore. Before I finished though she seemed to be rubbing her crotch against my hip a lot, suddenly stiffening as the first orgasm washed over her. 

Her hand ran through my hair, pulling my mouth harder against her breast as she moaned her appreciation. I couldn't get enough of her and at this point she could've asked me to jump out of the 10 th story window. I would've done anything for her.

Liz pulled my head up to face her. She kissed and licked the remaining milk off my face as she positioned her body above mine. She kissed her way down my neck and across my chest, stopping to suck on my nipples for a little bit before continuing down to my abs. The butterfly kisses tickled, yet were incredibly arousing since soon I knew they would be alighting all over my cock and balls. Sure enough, Liz was now kissing all around my pubic hair while she stroked my cock with her left hand. 

Liz continued teasing my cock, finally planting a kiss on the shiny glans. Licking all around the rim of the head she slowly takes more of my cock into her mouth. Before long her nose is tickling my pubic hair as she begins to suck in earnest. The intensity of our meeting has me on the edge of orgasm and her expert tongue and hands push me over the edge as I tell her I'm about to cum. She pulse me into her mouth as deeply as she can as the first spurts of cream hit the back of her throat.

Liz is an expert cocksucker as the fleeting thought flashed through my head that her husband was a fool for passing up sex with Liz for anyone else. My orgasm lasted longer than usual as she continued to milk my cock for every last drop of cum. Using her hand she pulled the last drop through my cock before licking it off with her pointy tongue, smiling and making an "mmmmmmmm" sound. Liz kissed the head one last time before sliding back up next to me to kiss my cheek.

"Mmmmmmmm, yummy as always, Sam." She was totally sincere as she licked her lips before kissing me. I could taste myself on her lips but it didn't seem so bad, especially since she seemed to have enjoyed it thoroughly. 

We kissed like teenagers, running our hands over each other's bodies. My hands couldn't stay away from her magnificent tits as I kneaded them like two giant balls of dough. The squeezing brought forth drops of milk again which moistened my chest. Liz ground her vulva into my cock which had remained hard all along. I reached around to grab Liz's ass and pull her into me as my cock pushed aside the nylon of her panties. Liz looked at me and I just nodded, letting her know I really wanted this. 

"Okay, hang on for a second," she said as she got up to go to the bathroom. I heard the water running for a few minutes before she rejoined me on the bed, totally nude, carrying a towel. She placed the towel on the bed, then sat on it before lying back.

"Take me Sam, I want you now."

I rolled over and positioned myself above her as my cock instinctively found her wet pussy. The little trail of pubic hair signaled the way to her entrance as the head of my cock slipped between her swollen labia. Liz pulled her legs up and wrapped them around my waist as I sank further into her hot pussy. Her hands pulled my face down to hers as we kissed again, our tongues dancing with each other. 

We fell into a rhythm as Liz's noises and moans urged me on, even though I had cum only minutes before. Her legs spread wide to allow me to slide into her as far as my cock could possibly reach. My balls smacked against her skin as our coupling became more urgent. Liz made little grunting noises as our fucking became more animalistic. This wasn't making love, this was almost a grudge fuck as I realized the tension of not having heard from her in all that time was driving me into her harder and harder. 

Liz whispered she was cumming as I buried my cock deep into her womb, grinding my cock against the back wall of her pussy. Liz bit her lip as she squeezed her legs around my waist, locking me into that position. After her big one she had several minor orgasms ripple through her body as she slowly relaxed her leg hold on me. 

Liz pushed me off her gently as she rolled on top of me, sitting on my cock while dangling her incredible breasts in my face. She rocked back and forth as her boobs hypnotized me with their motion. Small drops of milk hung off her swollen nipples as I pulled both her tits to my mouth. I sucked both nipples into my mouth as I feasted on her sweet cream. This seemed to energize Liz again as she started riding my cock in earnest. Her pussy was magical as her muscles squeezed my cock better than any hand ever could. Soon she had me on the edge of orgasm as her right hand fondled my balls.

Liz sensed my cock tensing up as she slammed her pussy down on me, burying my cock in to the hilt, squeezing my balls against her ass. I shot my second load deep into her pussy, bathing her cervix with cum as she continued to drip milk into my hungry mouth. 

As my orgasm subsided, Liz reached another of her orgasms, adding to my pleasure again. Just when I thought this woman couldn't get any sexier, she did something like that to exceed my expectations all over again. 

Liz slipped off my cock and used the towel on the bed to wipe my cock off. She then went to the bathroom to retrieve a warm washcloth to finish the job properly. My spent cock bobbed up and down in her grip, still half hard as she attended to it like a doting nurse.

Once she was satisfied that I was totally clean, Liz slipped back into bed next to me and held me close, closer than I had expected. Her embrace made me feel like the luckiest man in the world as we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. 

To be continued...



Lizzie Ch. 03



Monday started off like every other Monday with the weekly staff meeting that everyone dreaded. Although it was intended provide an update to the director and the action officers, it ended up being a major bore-fest. Most of the briefers were not great public speakers and had no sense of humor, speaking in monotones and droning on for way too long, trying to impress everyone with "all" they were doing. Some were even way too in love with the sound of their voices, but at least they were funny, even if that wasn't their intent.

The meeting ended after what seemed an eternity and we all filed out of the conference room. On the way out the door my boss grabbed my arm and pulled me towards his office. What now, I thought to myself. I followed him into his posh corner office, the office I hoped would be mine someday, and sat down in the chair across from his desk.

"Sam, you're doing a great job on the SMC ship project. I've gotten positive reports back from our office in Charleston about your work, especially from the last couple of conferences you've attended."

Charleston? Liz lived near Charleston, South Carolina. My mood brightened as the image of her beautiful face and stunning body flashed across my eyes. I could barely concentrate on Dave's comments as the tightening of my shorts made me squirm in my seat. I realized Dave had stopped talking and was looking at me.

"Hey look, I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable, Sam, but this is a huge compliment. So do you want to go or not?"

Go, go where? My brain hit rewind as I tried to remember what he had said. I had to recover from my obvious lapse. "Well, give me some of the details. What exactly is it you want me to do?" I hoped that this noncommittal reply would at least get some more info from Dave so it wasn't so obvious that I had zoned.

"Like I said, they want you to come there for two weeks to work on the next phase of the project. It's the critical analysis phase and having you onsite would certainly allow you to keep closer contact with the project lead and contract reps. Come on, you know Charleston will be great this time of year." Dave thought he had to convince me. Time to work this to my favor.

"Well, Dave, you know how much I have going on here. I'm not sure I can take two weeks."

"Sam, you're the best guy to send there and this next phase can make or break this project. I need you to go. I'll square it with your wife, she'll know it's an important trip. Charleston requested you by name."

Wow, even better. Not only would I be doing this as a favor to my boss, he'd even make sure my wife wouldn't bitch too much about me having to go for two weeks. Dave was right, I was the right guy for this project, and it didn't hurt to have him acknowledge it like this.

I gave him a quick rundown on how I would handle my other projects while I was gone and he seemed satisfied with that answer. He was more worried about the Charleston project than any of the other projects I was handling.

I headed back to my office to start getting things in order for the trip. Just the remote chance I might see Liz made me as excited as a schoolboy. I hoped I'd see her but figured she wouldn't be able to get together outside of work, what with her husband and twins. I thought about emailing her but then decided it would be more fun to surprise her. I couldn't wait to see her face when I walked into the Charleston office.

My wife wasn't thrilled about the trip, but Dave had explained to her how important it was and had even hinted at the possibility of a raise. We had settled into a phase of our marriage marked by routine and stability. She didn't like it when I did anything to upset that routine, and this trip was certainly not routine, but the prospect of more money seemed to lighten her mood. The rest of the week crept by and I couldn't wait to get on the plane on Sunday.

The flight was uneventful as we touched down with the usual chirp of the tires on the runway. Not a bad landing, I thought to myself as we taxied to the terminal. The company had hired a limo to take me to the hotel, which saved me the hassle of getting a rental car. Since the office was close to the Embassy Suites where I was staying, I'd use taxis whenever needed, not wanting to fight the traffic or deal parking in downtown Charleston.

I arrived at the hotel and checked in, took my bags to the room, and made it back downstairs in time for the complimentary happy hour. It was one of the reasons I loved staying at Embassy Suites. Two drinks and a few appetizers and I wasn't even in the mood to go out for dinner anymore. I returned to the room to watch some TV before getting to bed early. I wanted to maintain the positive impression the Charleston office had of me, and I didn't want to arrive all hung over or looking like Joe Bag'o'donuts, dragging my ass in after a night of partying.

The wakeup call came promptly at six o'clock, giving me plenty of time to get showered, shaved, dressed, eat breakfast, and be ready for the taxi to pick me up by 7:45. That would get me to the office by 8 a.m. The receptionist at the front desk had my visitor's badge waiting for me as she directed me to the main conference room. She said the meeting would start at 8:15 and asked if I wanted a cup of coffee. Her demeanor was very pleasant as she made eye contact, letting me know that she wasn't just being perfunctory. She was truly trying to make me comfortable and show me that I was welcome there. Maybe a little too much. It made me look at her again, this time more closely.

She escorted me to the conference room, walking ahead of me, allowing me to notice her obvious female charms. She was very attractive, especially in the jacket and tasteful skirt she was wearing. The color showed off her tan skin and shoulder-length blonde hair. Her jacket seemed to be filled out quite nicely as the double-breasted construction showed off her trim waist and nice bosom. She was in her mid thirties but had the body of a twenty something.

I watched her backside as she walked to the small kitchen next to the conference room. She returned with a large cup filled with steaming, black coffee. She motioned to a desk in the corner with cream and sugar. She gave me a warm smile before returning to her desk just outside the conference room door.

I was still watching her through the door when a younger woman walked up to the reception desk and started placing her handbag and sunglasses behind it. The older woman got up from the chair and relinquished it to the younger woman as they made the usual morning small-talk.

The older woman reentered the conference room as it became apparent that she wasn't the receptionist after all. She must've been waiting for the younger woman and was just filling in for her since she knew that people would start arriving for the conference.

Several others from the Charleston office and from other companies arrived for the meeting as everyone started jockeying for seats around the large conference table in front of the nameplates that designated each participant's place. The woman I had mistaken for the receptionist sat in the chair opposite me and flashed me another warm smile. I imagined she was possibly enjoying the look of confusion I had on my face, thinking she was the receptionist. I was still trying to figure out what was going on when once again my jaw hit the floor.

Among the predominantly male audience were several other women, most were attractive, to include the woman across from me, but none came close to the presence that she had. There she was, making a grand entrance, even though she wasn't trying to. Liz looked stunning as she walked into the room and straight toward me. I caught myself staring and quickly looked away for a second, glancing down at the nameplate in front of me, then looking up at the woman across from me who was obviously enjoying my expression.

Liz pulled out the leather chair next to me and sat down. I noticed her nameplate only had her title and last name. That's when it hit me that it was her place. "Hi Sam, so glad you could make it to Charleston. We weren't sure you'd be able to break free to work with us." Liz leaned towards me and gave me a small hug and fake kiss on the cheek, not betraying the intimacy we'd shared previously. The woman across from me, Ms. Rieger, continued to give me a knowing smile as she seemed ready to burst with laughter at my obvious discomfort.

I tried to gather myself enough to greet Liz back without looking like too much of a goober. "Hi Liz, so good to see you. I didn't know you were working on this project."

"Yes Sam, I was transferred to it at my request shortly after the last conference. I see you've met Anne already." The two women exchanged smiles as I realized they were friends and not just colleagues.

"Actually not officially." I smiled at Anne as it became apparent that this morning had not been a coincidence. I had been pleasantly set up, and it made for a fun way to start off this trip.

The meeting began on time and we settled down for several presentations updating the team members on the current status of the project. The lights were dimmed to allow better viewing of the large LCD screen on the wall. As I was trying to take notes I felt Liz's bare foot rubbing my right leg. A jolt of electricity traveled up my leg and straight to my cock as it quickly swelled, causing me to adjust myself in the chair. Liz giggled slightly as she caught herself in time to ensure that no one else heard. Glancing at Anne across from me I saw a smirk on her lips as she continued to focus on the speaker and information on the screen.

Liz continued to rub my leg lightly as suddenly I felt another foot on my left leg. The angle could only mean that it was Anne doing the rubbing. The rushing in my ears made paying attention to the presentation impossible as I tried to make sense of what was going on. Anne continued to look at the slideshow as I searched her face and posture for any sign acknowledging what was going on under the desk.

Liz leaned in towards me, pressing her magnificent left breast against my right arm as she reached for my notepad to write something with my pen. I looked down to read the words "enjoy it!!!" on my paper before she laid the pen back down on the table. Pulling her hand back she let it drop into my lap and gave my hard cock a gentle squeeze as she moaned into my ear. Her perfume was intoxicating as the room started to spin for me. The sensory overload had me floating three feet above the conference table as I tried to regain my composure.

At one point I noticed Anne adjust her jacket, giving her right breast a quick squeeze as she glanced in my direction and smiled. I was pretty sure no one else had noticed since we were sitting towards the end of the table and everyone else was still focused on the speaker. I glanced at Liz to my right and noticed for the first time that I had a great view of her lace bra under her jacket and through the gap in her blouse. I looked up into her eyes to see that devilish twinkle as the sexiest smile spread across her lips. Gawd I wanted this woman.

They were both obviously enjoying tormenting me and had planned this in advance. Anne had been too friendly that morning for it to have been a coincidence, to include the seating arrangements.

After two hours of presentations the group took a break. We filed out of the conference room when Liz asked me if I wanted to see her office. Anne had gotten lost in the crowd as I followed Liz to the elevators. She pushed the button for the 23rd floor and we were soon left by ourselves after others had gotten off on lower floors. Liz hugged me warmly, holding me in her warm embrace as I tried to keep from ravaging her right there in the elevator. She seemed to truly enjoy seeing me again as she finally let go of me just in time for the doors to open.

I followed her incredible ass down the hall and to a corner office as she held the door for me. Her window had a great view overlooking Charleston Harbor as I realized that she must've gotten a huge promotion to warrant an office like this.

I waited for her to sit down behind her desk but she sat down on the couch against the far wall, motioning for me to sit next to her. I had wanted to surprise her, but I guess she had set me up to be surprised instead.

Liz could see the confusion in my eyes as she began to explain what had led to me being there. She had gotten promoted after the last conference, offering her the chance to request what projects she would be working on. She had asked for this project since she knew of my involvement in the past. She also set up this conference and insisted that I be brought in on it as a subject-matter expert. She had written several reports lauding my talents and participation at the previous conferences, justifying bringing me onto the team.

I sat in awe at this beautiful, intelligent woman, listening to her describe what she'd done, realizing that she would've had to use some of her political clout to set all this up. She had also indirectly enhanced my position in my office and with my boss through all this manipulating, which would surely help me in the future as well. Once she was done she gave me a huge smile, obviously quite pleased with herself.

"And the thing this morning with Anne?" I asked.

"Oh you liked that? We've been friends for a while, having joined the company at the same time. I had to tell someone of my special friend. And I knew you'd like her too." The smile told me I could trust Anne implicitly and that our secret was safe.

Liz stood to signal that it was time to go back down to the conference. I always lost track of time in her presence, so I was happy to see that she had kept an eye on the clock. As I stood up, she took me in her arms again. "I really am so happy you showed up, Sam." She then kissed, driving her tongue into my mouth, setting off the fireworks in my body once again. Her full breasts pushed into my chest as her pussy ground into my instantly rock-hard cock. She then pulled back just enough to be able to reach between us. Grabbing my cock she looked me in the eyes and said, "I'll be taking care of him later baby."

With that she walked past me and opened the door, pausing long enough to smile at the look on my face and lump in my slacks. I followed her out the door and to the elevators as if nothing had happened. To anyone else in that building, we were colleagues who had worked closely on projects in the past. I was just happy no one could see the butterflies dancing around in my stomach as I contemplated her last statement.

I could barely concentrate on the rest of the presentations that morning. Lunch was a nice meal in the company cafeteria where Anne joined us as well. I could tell she had the same fun personality as Liz, enjoying the teasing she had given me that morning. I knew the next two weeks would be a pleasure in the company of these two women, even if I never got anything more than a warm handshake from either of them. Once again I was way off base.

Anne was quite talkative. During lunch I learned all about her and Liz attending the same orientation training together when they had first come to the company. They knew each other socially as well, their husbands playing golf together while the women would spend the time shopping or taking the kids on playdates. Her daughter was six months older than the twins, and now that they were toddlers, would play together most weekends.

I felt totally comfortable with both these beautiful women and by the end of lunch we were acting as if we'd been best friends all our lives. It was fun watching Liz and Anne together, although physically quite opposite, their personalities were so closely matched, they acted like sisters. And like sisters, they even bickered over little things, like who would pay for my lunch. Liz finally pulled the "I've known him longer" trump card as we all laughed on our way to the register.

The afternoon was broken up into smaller working groups. I wasn't surprised to find myself in the group with Liz and Anne. We met in another conference room, allowing us to spread out and pore over the data we were tasked to analyze. Neither Liz nor Anne would miss out on an opportunity to get up close and personal with me whenever possible, rubbing their tits on my back as they leaned over to point to some detail on a chart, letting their hands linger for a second longer than necessary on my ass, or giving it a quick squeeze when they knew no one could see them. The other three members of our group were nice enough, but I could barely focus on the data with these two temptresses doing their best to distract me.

By the end of the afternoon, I was a ball of nerves as I contemplated eating dinner by myself. I expected Anne and Liz to have to be home to eat with their husbands and children. Once again I was surprised to find that Liz's husband was out of town on business and that Anne's husband was working second shift as a supervisor in a large factory on the outskirts of town. The women both had nannies and were not expected home until later that evening, much after the kids' bedtime.

They looked at me as if they were meat inspectors and I was a side of grade a prime beef as they told me this. Suddenly my mind was no longer on dinner. The girls had different ideas though as they debated where to take me to eat. They agreed on a Japanese place known for its great sushi, and before I could even voice an opinion, we were off. Liz drove us in her Lexus to the restaurant while Anne sat in the back seat, massaging my shoulders as I sat in the front seat. These women would be the death of me yet as the sexual innuendo never ceased.

I couldn't eat my food fast enough and the women teased me the entire time. Between Anne running her foot up and down my leg and Liz repeatedly grabbing my cock to give it a gentle squeeze, I was on the verge of orgasm. We left the restaurant and drove back to the hotel. As the valet parked the Lexus, Liz and Anne led the way to the elevator. It didn't look like I'd get a say as to what would happen tonight. Liz must've called ahead since there were two bottles of wine chilling on the table along with a bottle of San Pellegrino. I assumed she was still breastfeeding but was soon to find out I was wrong again.

Liz opened a bottle of wine and poured three glasses as she toasted "To old friendships and new." We clinked our glasses together before downing the vintage wine. Then Liz took over in earnest. She took me in her arms, grabbing the back of my head to bring me in for a kiss. The passion surprised me as much as Anne's hands on my pants, undoing them and sliding them off even while I was still kissing her friend. She pulled off my shoes, socks and boxers, leaving me naked from the waist down. While Liz tried to suck my tongue down her throat, Anne was licking the head of my cock, obviously enjoying the taste of my precum as she made soft mewing sounds.

Liz released me from her grip to begin taking off my jacket, tie and shirt. Within seconds I was totally nude in front of these two fully dressed goddesses. Anne was an expert cocksucker as Liz caressed my face with her soft hands and smiled at me broadly. Anne released my cock from her grasp and stood up to face me for the first time since she'd undressed me. Liz stepped aside while Anne gave me a soulful kiss, as if the blowjob she had just given me wasn't enough. Even though I had not orgasmed yet, if they had left at that moment, they still would've exceeded all my expectations.

"Hope you liked that preview?" Anne said, smiling at me with that devilish look, knowing full well that I loved it. Both women were now holding me as they kissed either side of my neck, making my blood boil as each of them fondled my cock and balls. I thought I'd never hold out, but maybe all the teasing and arousal all day had desensitized my cock some. Normally I would've cum by now, but they both knew when to back off, keeping me on the verge the entire time, but not quite giving me that release.




Lizzie Ch. 03



Anne stepped back to pour three more glasses of wine as we took a brief pause. Liz explained between sips how she had confessed to Anne about what had happened between her and I during the past two conferences and how her husband's infidelity had driven her to want to not only get even, but to start enjoying life more. Anne had shared with Liz that her husband was doing his secretary at work and that she had suffered a huge reduction in her sex life as well. The admissions had made them open up to each other in more ways than one as they now demonstrated to me by kissing each other passionately.

"So, Sam, think you can handle both of us? Anne wants to watch you suck my breasts since she has newly discovered her fetish for my milk after I told her how much you liked sucking them. Do you think you want to share me with her?"

"Baby, there's more than enough of you to satisfy both of us," I joked. And to prove it, I started to take off her clothes to get at her fine body. Anne joined me as we quickly stripped our brunette lover, exposing her perfect body. In the months since I'd seen her, she'd become even more trim, shedding the last of the baby fat, making her tits stand out even more from her ribcage. Freeing her 34DD breasts from her lacy bra made me marvel even more at how firm her full globes were. Anne must've sucking her after she had weaned the twins, since she was still producing plenty of milk which was already dripping from her engorged nipples.

I couldn't wait to taste her as I dropped my mouth to her right breast while Anne continued to undress Liz. When she was done, Anne took Liz' left breast in her mouth and began sucking as well. We all three stood in the sitting room of my suite, two of us nude, Anne still dressed, sucking Liz for all we were worth. With both of us feasting on her milk, Liz enjoyed a small orgasm as her knees almost buckled from the pleasure.

We adjourned to the bedroom where Liz and I helped Anne shed her clothes. I was amazed at her body as well. Liz and Anne obviously worked out together since they were both amazingly fit. But whereas Liz had a rounder womanly body, much like Maria Grazia Cucinotta in "The Postman" or Sophia Loren, Anne's body was much more like a female athlete, lithe with firm but smaller boobs, much like Anna Kournikova, or the current flavor of blonde tennis hottie.

The contrast was sexy, each woman possessing charms that would entice any straight man, and even some not so straight men. We ended up in a big heap on the bed as Anne and I latched back onto Liz' breasts, wanting to taste the last drops of milk from her luscious orbs.

Anne started kissing her way down Liz' ribs and abs while I tried to suck on both nipples, squeezing her tits up to my mouth. Liz was loving the attention as Anne's tongue found her clit. I could tell from her reaction that Anne was hitting all the right spots as our combined sucking was soon pushing Liz over the edge. I stopped sucking as she came down from her orgasm while Anne kissed her thighs and labia.

"Mmmmmmmmmm, that was great. Anne's turn." With that Liz pulled her blonde friend up to face her as they kissed deeply. Liz pushed my head down as I realized what she wanted. I kissed my way down Anne's back and across her perfect ass before burying my head between her legs. While the girls ground their pussies together, I licked up and down Anne's slit, alternating licking Liz as well. We were one big heap of writhing bodies as Anne quickly was cumming on my face. Her pussy juice tasted wonderful as I continued to lick her wet slit as she rolled from one orgasm to the next. I'm sure Liz was cumming as well from the friction of Anne's clit against hers.

At one point I could sense that the girls were slowing down. I kissed my way back up Anne's body to join in a three-way kiss. The girls licked their juices off my face and we held each other, catching our breaths.

Liz stood up, towering over me as I lay on the soft bed next to Anne. "Okay Sam, time for you to cum." It was more an order than a request, as Liz climbed onto the bed, lowering her trimmed pussy onto my hard cock. Anne was smiling in excitement as she held my cock to make it easier for her best friend to slide down on it. The thought hit me that I would've given a body part to have sex with either of these women, and I was having them at the same time.

After a few strokes Liz settled into a smooth rhythm, letting my cock slip almost all the way out of her wet pussy before taking it back into her all the way. The head of my cock was hitting her cervix on every stroke. She hesitated for a few seconds to grind down on it before continuing. Anne had moved around to lick my balls and Liz' ass. I knew I would not be able to last much longer from this dual assault on my groin. Liz knew this as she sped up her pace, driving down onto my cock one last time as I signaled that I was cumming.

My orgasm was so intense that I was seeing stars as I shot repeatedly deep into Liz' womb, flooding her insides with my thick cream. Anne's tongue gently licked my balls as I slowly came down from my orgasm. Liz slumped against me as she enjoyed the afterglow of her own orgasm.

Anne caressed us both and licked up the trickle of cum that had started to ooze out of Liz and onto my balls. Within minutes Liz was grinding on my cock again, pushing out more and more of our combined juices for Anne to lap up.

Liz rolled off me and onto her back to allow her friend access to her soaking pussy. With Anne on her knees between Liz' legs, I had a perfect shot at Anne's wet pussy. Her flawless ass was all the enticing I needed as I pushed my still rock-hard cock into her pussy from behind. Grabbing her slim hips I began to piston out of her wet pussy, pushing her tongue into Liz on every stroke. Having just cum, I knew I'd be able to last much longer the second time, as I settled into a varied rhythm, sawing in and out of her tight pussy and ensuring I was bringing her as much pleasure as possible.

Liz was cumming again and again as Anne continued to lap up our juices and lick her clit. Anne suddenly stiffened and came hard on my cock as I buried it to the hilt, holding her ass to keep my place inside her.

As the girls recovered from their intense orgasms, they renewed their interest in my hard cock. It was still bobbing up and down in front of me after I pulled out of Anne. Liz pushed me back on the bed as two hungry female mouths descended on my cock and balls. I could feel Liz' full boobs on my right thigh while Anne's perky tits poked my left thigh. I lost track of whose mouth was sucking me and who was licking my balls as waves of pleasure washed over me. Within minutes I could feel my balls tighten as my second orgasm started to boil over. Liz sucked me deep down her throat as I began to flood her tonsils with my cream. Between spurts she let up to allow Anne to take me into her mouth as I shot two more squirts of cum. The women licked all up and down my cock, ensuring not a drop was wasted as I seemed to melt into the plush mattress.

I awoke sometime during the night with the urge to pee. The girls had left at some point, letting themselves out quietly. On the mirror I found a note written in lipstick.

"Thank you for showing Anne why you're so special to me. Get some rest for tomorrow, you'll need it. XOXO Liz and Anne."



Lizzie Is a Big Girl



Lizzie is a big girl. I don't use the term BBW. I understand where it came from, I like a bigger girl. The problem is how it gets used all the time. Without question you will find any woman that had to shop in the big women's stores will refer to her as a BBW. The problem is, some of them are just plain ugly.

Lizzie isn't ugly at all. She has a beautiful face. The first pictures I saw of her were old ones and she was a strikingly beautiful woman. I have mentioned to her she needs new pictures that are more recent. I know she won't put any up because she thinks she is fat. Really though, She is beautiful and she can show people that without hiding how big she is.

We were at a pool party. She stayed dressed most of the night but then things started to get a little wild. Bikini tops were coming off. She was hiding. I sought her out.

Her interest was plain. I found her hiding behind the bar. She was pretending to be pouring drinks but no one was there. I asked her to come outside. She smiled, her steel gray eyes were penetrating but there was sadness in it. She was afraid to show herself in front of the other women. 

I told her I found her delicious.

She told me she thought the same thing.

I kissed her and it was delightful. Her lips were soft and moist and welcoming. As I kissed her she reached out to me and pulled my close to her. I felt myself pressed against her and kissed her more deeply. We paused a moment and parted and I gazed into her eyes. I suddenly needed to have her.

"Want a drink?" she whispered.

"Not at all." I whispered back. She took me by the hand and led me to a bedroom.

She undressed me first. I had been in the pool so there wasn't much other than to tug loose my towel and untie my trunks. She worked at it slowly taking full advantage. First her fingers wrestled their way in pulling the drawstring, then a full hand; she took my cock in her hand. I was already "interested" and he had started to respond but with her warm hand on me, my cock swelled steadily. She looked up at me once and smiled but then focused her attention; she tugged my trunks off my hips and lowered them to the floor. Her hands moved over my entire body, her eyes never leaving my cock. Her tongue slowly slipped out of her mouth and she ran it along the full shaft, circled my head and then took me completely into her wide open mouth.

"Wait." I whispered, she stopped suddenly as if something were wrong. She looked up at me. "You have too many clothes on."

She stood back up in front of me and I kissed her again. Her lips were irresistible. I wanted them around me again. She was in a little sundress, her breasts pushed high and together. I was taller than her but not uncomfortably so. I slipped the straps off her shoulders. It wasn't so much undressing her as it was unwrapping her. She tugged at a zipper hidden below her arm and I pulled the dress slowly off of her.

The further it slipped from her body the more of her delightful flesh that was exposed to me. I went to my own knees to tug it free of her more than abundant hips, immense breasts were released and I buried my face into them. I sucked and lapped at her. I suckled to her nipple like a hungry baby and she purred, pulling my face to her. I tugged at the dress and felt the immensity of her ass in my hands. She was delightful and my mouth watered. I ran my face over her soft wide belly, her skin was pillow soft and smooth as silk, I drug my lips over her. I took her breast in my hand and raised it to my mouth again. 

"Harder..." she whispered at me and I sucked her firmly into my mouth, I pressed her nipple to my teeth with my tongue and she tugged at my hair, pressing my face into her. I looked up at her and those eyes looked down at me with hunger.

Backwards she moved to the bed pulling me to her. She collapsed down onto it. I climbed on myself. Her hips were full and broad, her thighs nearly as wide has my waist. I ran my hands over her, she was luxurious. I wanted her lips and kissed her. She kissed me back pulling me to her. I felt my cock against the smooth soft skin of her legs and pressed myself against her. I looked down at those tits. Great piles of tits for my pleasure and again I pressed my face to her. 

"Wait, she whispered, come here. I want you." Her words vague but their meaning clear as she pulled at my ass. She pulled my cock to her mouth and again sucked it in. Her tongue was magic and her mouth heavenly. I teased at her nipple again and she mewed. I pinched it and the moaned into my cock. I adjusted; she turned, never releasing my cock. She tugged at my ass. Both of her hands gripped me, pressing me into her. She moaned more and I reached for something to hold finding the headboard. I held myself f suspended above her waiting mouth and still she tugged me deeper into her. I moved my hips as if to stroke her and she moaned deeper. She pressed me loose of her mouth for just a moment. "Yeah, like that." Her eyes were locked on mine. "Fuck it" she whimpered in a quiet but firm voice.

It was like no head I had ever gotten. She wasn't sucking me; I was fucking her sweet mouth. I picked up the pace a little and she gripped my ass harder. "Mm hmmm..." she moaned into my cock. I reached for her and gripping her great wide pussy slid two fingers deep inside of her. Fuck it I though, and pressed into her deeper and faster. She only moaned louder. I fucked her sweet lips, my dick deep in her throat and she moaned, I gripped her headboard and her wet pussy and gave her what I had. It was hard and fast and I moaned myself when I exploded into her. She wouldn't let me free and pulled my ass to her, my load spilling down her throat she took every bit I had.

I had to have her

I pressed her back and descended on her. I started at her neck but moved quickly, I took a tit my mouth and moved on. I ran my face and cheeks across her soft belly until I could smell her. She spread for me and opened that glorious pussy for me.

Please, don't take this as anything derogatory but im struggling for any other way to say it. I pressed my lips to that spectacular wet pussy and delighted in the taste and texture of her. 

Her lips were wide and I took them into my mouth. "Yes," she would whisper. "Oh, like that... there." And I listened. I looked up at her and saw her head pressed back, her arms over her head held tight to the wooden slats. Faster and deeper I probed with my tongue. "Yes, yes yes..." she told me until she was close. "Uuunnnn..." she hummed and I focused on that spot until I felt her belly jiggle and her thighs shake around me. It wasn't enough, I wanted more.

I knew the feel of her wet pussy and knew she would take two. I slipped my fingers easily into her and she no longer whispered. "Oh yeah.... Yeah baby... fuck it!" I gave her a third and her legs coiled up further opening herself to me. My tongue worked her clit till it was cramping. "fuck yeah... oh fuck... of fuck..." I took it as a command and pressed my fingers into her as fast and hard as I could. Her legs quaked around me, her belly shook and she squealed. I had had her there and sucked her clitty into my mouth working it with my tongue as she squealed louder into the night. I wondered if they could hear downstairs. "Holy fucking shit." She yelled and I kept at it. I only had one more trick.

My fingers dripped with her wet pussy cum and pulled them from her lips and slipped my long slender middle finger into her ass. The squealing started again and I licked that pussy as if it would be my last. Her body shook and the bed slammed against the wall. She took it as hard as I gave it. When she was there again, when her legs again coiled up I timed it and slipped my finger out of her in a quick smooth motion. "Fuuuu-uuu-uuuk." She moaned. Finally, I let loose of her clitty and rose up to take a breath.

"Are you ready?"

I reached below me, I was pretty sure but I wanted to be certain.

She rolled over and reached for the headboard. Her wide ass was spread in the air for me and I couldn't help it. I pressed my face into her She rocked her ass back and forth as I licked her.

"Stop!" she giggled, rolling back to me. "Give him to me." She knew that trick. With the condom pressed between her lips she took my cock and slipped it in. She unwrapped it with her mouth and tongue and then ran her hand over my hard cock.

"You want to, don't you?" It was a sudden little question...

"Lie back."

She did, and I looked down on her. There is something succulent about a big woman on her back, the way she coils her sweet round thighs up spreading herself open. I was hard before but looking down on her and the great mounds of her tits I had to swell at least another inch. I took a knee in each arm and she wrapped them around my forearms, she pulled me to her and on my knees I pressed my cock into her.

She was a glorious ride. We locked eyes and I moved inside of her. Pacing the rhythm right her tits swung almost in circles. I changed tempos and watched her face. She looked directly at me at first but then, as I slowed, moving in and out of her in long slow motions she would close her eyes and lie back.

I tried to think about baseball to last longer but as she started to come, I was lost in her. I let loose her legs and mounted her taking her as hard as I could. I pounded into her pussy and she gripped my by the shoulders. She came with another squeal and I could only slap my cock into her faster because of it. I couldn't hold it any longer and let myself release, pulling my cock from her.

I lied atop her again, kissing her, feeling her tits against my chest.

"Next time you have to come on my tits!" she muttered between breaths.

How could I do anything but agree?



Lizzie



The meetings were better since we had broken into small working groups and I was pleasantly surprised to have Lizzie in my group. Her comments were excellent and I could tell she was as professional as she was beautiful. We had one other woman in our group, a middle-aged shrew who was obviously intimidated by Liz, but we all pretty much just ignored her jealous huffs every time Liz spoke.

  Right before lunch Liz stopped me in an alcove and asked if I was still okay with our little arrangement. I assured her I was. "Well, do you want something to eat first?" Liz was trying to accommodate me in every way.

  I gave her a sly smile and whispered "I'm looking forward to a liquid lunch, baby." With that she smiled broadly and brushed past me to lead the way to her room, which was on a floor closer than mine.

  Once inside the room she wasted little time slipping out of her blouse and bra and lying down on the bed. I removed my tie, jacket, and shirt to keep from wrinkling them. Liz smiled as she pretended to ogle my physique. Having been an athlete all my life I still maintained a decent body, but I wasn't fooling myself to believe that this beautiful woman was seriously hot for me. She giggled as I slipped onto the bed beside her. I grabbed both of her breasts in my hands and playfully buried my face in them. Liz let out a playful shriek as the giggles overtook her.

  I settled down to my envious task of suckling her perfect breasts as she began to moan every time I sucked her nipple deeply into my mouth. I was certainly enjoying myself and it was becoming obvious that she was allowing herself to enjoy it even more. I remember how turned on my wife would get after breastfeeding our son, so maybe Liz was one of those women who reacted the same way. I know with our other child my wife had not felt sexy at all, in fact quite the opposite. But Liz seemed to be squirming on the bed, even rubbing her covered pussy against my hip as I continued to drain her breasts.

  She was obviously flushed as I finished licking up the last few drops. She rolled over on me and hugged me tightly, holding me for a while before kissing me again on the cheek and rolling off the bed. "Sam, you're the best, I can't thank you enough. But we better hurry downstairs if you're to get anything to eat before we have to be back for our meetings." She said all this so nonchalantly as she slipped on her bra, inserted absorbent pads, then put her blouse back on. She brushed her hair briefly, then noticed that I was still lying on the bed, enjoying the afterglow of what had just happened. "Come on lazy-bones, I need to keep your strength up if you're to be any good to me."

  Her playful nature invigorated me as I got up and made myself presentable again. We went down to the restaurant for a quick bite before rejoining our colleagues for the afternoon session. The time quickly passed as I couldn't get Lizzie's body and incredible breasts out of my head. I was having a hard time keeping fantasies of making love to her out of my mind, but I had promised and meant to honor it.

  Dinner went the same as the night before, eating a light meal before reconvening in her room. This time it was different though, after finishing my pleasurable task, Liz didn't get up right away. She laid in bed with me and continued to talk, running her hand through my hair. She didn't cover up at all, but laid there with her beautiful breasts inches from my body. Every so often she roll towards me slightly while laughing, accidentally rubbing her nipples against my arm or body. I know she wasn't trying to tease me intentionally, and it was worth it just to bask in her beauty.

  I could tell she was starting to get sleepy as her conversation slowed down more and more. I rolled towards her and gave her a kiss before getting off the bed to leave. She looked at me with an interesting expression, one I had seen before when she was trying to figure out if I was serious. I didn't ask about it, just pulled on my shirt and said goodnight as I let myself out.

  I tossed and turned in bed, not being able to ignore the erotic images dancing through my head. My arousal was almost excruciating. I knew that masturbating would not satisfy me, but the thought of making love to Lizzie had me on the verge of an orgasm all night long.

  Morning came way too early as Lizzie called me just like the day before. We had settled into a sexy routine, and I know the service I was providing her was as enjoyable for her as it was for me. Lunch passed much the same way, as did dinner. Again we laid in bed for a long time afterwards, talking about everything and anything. One more day and the conference would be over. Breakfast and lunch again passed as before. I felt I could have kept up this relationship forever, although I did wonder about how many calories I was taking in. I had cut back on how much I was eating, although I didn't really need much to satisfy me. I seemed to only have an appetite for one thing, Liz.

  The conference was a big success. We had worked out many issues presented to our small group and Liz even received an award from her division. That night she wanted to celebrate the end of the conference and the award, so she asked me out to dinner. She chose an upscale restaurant a short taxi-ride away. She paid for the exquisite meal and I was really blown away by her kindness. I was secretly loving the stares of the men, but even more so the women who seemed to be jealously eyeing us both.

  Liz ordered a fine bottle of wine for me even though she only drank juice. I felt bad but she explained that she didn't want to risk getting the little guys buzzed since she'd be heading home the next morning. She must've noticed my change in mood as it hit me that our week was coming to an end. She placed her hand on mine and squeezed lightly as she smiled sweetly. After a wonderful dessert of Tiramisu we headed back to the hotel. I knew I'd at least get to enjoy one more time of sucking her magnificent breasts. Liz was leaving very early in the morning and I didn't think she'd want to have our usual breakfast session.

  We arrived at her room and I prepared for the normal routine. Liz looked beautiful as she stood in the middle of the room, slowly undressing. Suddenly I realized that this felt different somehow. She wasn't just getting topless for me, she was undressing, sensuously, making sure I was enjoying the show. I sat on the edge of the bed, speechless, watching this goddess bare herself to me.

  Liz unzipped her skirt and let it slowly glide down her thighs, leaving her wearing only her panties and garter and hose. For the first time I was gazing at her bare legs, except for the morning sessions when she'd worn running shorts. Somehow seeing her in panties and hose was as if I'd never seen her legs before. I was instantly aroused as I drank in her sensual beauty. I could tell she had dressed up for just this moment, making it all the more special.

  Liz pulled me to my feet and began to undo my tie and shirt, pulling both off. She then undid my pants and pushed them down my legs. I was making a tent of my boxers as she hugged me tightly, pressing her full bare breasts into my chest. She held the back of my head as she brought her lips to mine and softly kissed me for the first time. She didn't pull back, but allowed her tongue to slip past my lips. Our tongues caressed each other as I held her close, my cock pushing into her soft belly. I wasn't sure if it was the bottle of wine or her charms, but I almost felt as if the room was spinning as she pushed me onto the bed, lying on top of me. Her hand slipped between us as she pulled down my boxers, freeing my raging hard cock. She pulled off my socks then kissed her way up my legs, driving me even crazier with desire.

  I had promised her no sex, so I let her take the lead. I didn't want to ruin the mood by moving too fast. She gave the head of my cock a quick lick before kissing her way up my tummy and chest and lying back down next to me. She kissed my cheek until I turned my head towards her and then she kissed me again, even more deeply than before. She kissed me for what seemed an eternity, then stood to finish removing the rest of her clothing.

  She pulled off her hose painfully slowly as she seemed to enjoy teasing me. Her garter and panties followed as she now stood in front of me totally nude. The neatly trimmed patch of brown hair barely concealed her beautiful pussy, as I marveled at the body of the goddess standing only feet away from me. She slipped back onto the bed and held me softly, her leaking nipples providing a cool contrast to the heat of her body against mine. She kissed her way back down to my cock, licking up the stray drops of milk on the way. She squeezed her right breast to extract a few drops of milk onto the head of my cock before taking it into her mouth and licking it gently.

  I knew I wouldn't last long after the week of teasing she'd given me, and she knew it too. She continued to squeeze her breasts, adding to her saliva and my precum. Before long my cock was slick with our combined fluids as she bobbed up and down on my cock, taking it all the way into her mouth and down her throat. The blowjob was incredible as I was seeing stars, my toes curling up to the ceiling the entire time. Lizzie could tell I was quickly approaching my orgasm as she thrust her wet nipples against my balls and took my cock back into her mouth. I tensed as the convulsions overtook me. Lizzie grabbed my ass to keep me firmly buried in her mouth as she swallowed every drop of my cream. As my convulsions slowed down and finally stopped, Lizzie allowed my cock to slowly slide out of her mouth, licking it the whole way.

  I lay there, recovering from the most amazing blowjob I'd ever had as she continued to lick all up and down my cock and balls. She kissed her way back up my torso until she lay next to me, her tits now actively leaking milk all over my chest. I knew what she wanted as she raised her left tit to my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could as the milk seemed to be spraying out of her tits, filling my mouth with one while the other covered the side of my face and neck. I tried to stem the wave of fluid, alternating between them as much as I could. Liz seemed to be loving it as she squeezed both her nipples into my mouth, threatening to drown me.

  She reached around behind her to feel my cock, which had remained hard. She rose up slightly, placing the head against her slick pussy, then sank down on my turgid cock until we both moaned in unison as she buried it deep inside herself. I had continued to suck her tits and she allowed her weight to transfer forward to keep them firmly in my mouth as she rode up and down on my shaft.

  I had not expected anything remotely this hot, but I knew her expert blowjob had drained me so completely, I'd be able to enjoy her riding me for quite a while. Liz began to have a series of orgasms as she rode my cock and fed me her leaking breasts. We seemed to both be getting exactly what we needed as we settled into a comfortable rhythm of sucking, fucking, and cumming. Liz's pussy had not lost any of it's tightness and it was at that point that I realized that she'd had a caesarian. The scar was barely noticeable, and with so much beauty to look at, I had missed it until now, feeling it as I held her by the waist, helping her ride my cock.

  As her breasts finally emptied, she leaned back to take them out of my mouth. She changed the angle as she ground her pussy back onto my cock. With one hand she massaged my balls as she used the other to control her position on me. Liz came again, this time much harder, finally slumping against me as she kissed my neck gently. I held her like that for a few minutes, feeling the contractions in her tight pussy. I couldn't desire her more but thought we were finishing up for the evening.

  After recovering from her intense orgasms, Liz began kissing my neck and face, thanking me in between for all I'd done for her. I just wanted to hold her and kept telling her I should be thanking her. She slid off me and positioned herself on the bed next to me, kneeling. She then grabbed my cock gently and pulled me towards her. I realized she wanted me to do her doggie style. I rose up and slid in behind her. The mirror on the opposite wall gave me a great view of her full tits swinging back and forth as I slid into her in a steady rhythm. Her beauty was intoxicating as I kept up my motion for quite a while. Liz seemed to love this position as she seemed to have orgasms intermittently. I was just holding on for the ride, not wanting it to end. The view of her perfect ass and sexy back kept me riding her for all I was worth.

  We seemed to make love in every position imaginable. Liz was insatiable as she confessed that her husband wasn't very adventurous in bed, especially after the kids were born. He preferred to chase a golf ball around the links with his buddies rather than spend time in bed with his beautiful wife. It wasn't the first time I'd heard that from a golf widow so I knew to enjoy my good fortune and not worry about her poor cuckold husband.

  I couldn't get enough of Liz as I came twice more that night. Around midnight Liz asked me to suck her tits once more, which I gladly did while she rode my cock again. I came one final time as I enjoyed the taste of her tits and the sensation of her wonderfully pussy spoiling my cock as I knew I'd never experience another lover like her. I left her room shortly after 1 am and quickly drifted off to sleep.

  Liz left early the next morning, not waking me since she knew my flight wasn't until much later and I deserved to sleep in. We have kept in touch since then, but that's a whole other sexy story. 



Lizzie's Awakening



Like most of the girls at the university, Lizzie started her day at the showers. And like most girls in her building, she wondered at the logic of providing three showers to a floor of 20 or more women. They grew used to the situation now that it was February, causing all former modesty to fly out the window. Lizzie considered her transformation: she took progressively less care in fastening her bathrobe, straight blonde hair cascading on her snowy mounds, tips lightly brushing the tops of her almost uncovered areolae. It would only be a matter of time before her slender 5'4'' frame would walk into the common area entirely naked.

The thought gave her a little shock, and she was suddenly grateful her bathrobe covered her moistening slit.

Lizzie's bedraggled best friend Megan shuffled happily behind her and announced, "Girl, you've gotta try this," and handed over what looked like a complicated tube of lipstick, and a plastic wafer with an on/off switch and a dial that read from 1 to 8. 

"So this is your new best friend," Lizzie joked. 

Megan's brown eyes got a bit larger, and brushing a tuft of brunette hair out of them, she said, "You have no idea. I spent all day with this in yesterday; by the time my classes finished, my jeans were soaked through! You've got to be really careful with the dial, though. Otherwise, you might start orgasming during student teaching..." Lizzie wasn't sure, but she thought Megan's nipples hardened further under the flimsy flannel when she mentioned student teaching. She wondered if Megan could see her own nipples hardening under the terry cloth. As Lizzie's voluptuous breasts bounced uninhibited, her sensitive buds brushed the fabric and shot with pleasure. 

"Looks like I'm up," Lizzie said shakily as a shower opened. "Thanks for the tips." She disrobed and just as she stepped into the shower, Megan poked her head through the curtain. "What the-," Lizzie feigned disgust but made no move to cover her glistening figure, secretly pleased that she had remembered to shave her pussy the previous day.

"I was just wondering if you needed help with that thing."

Lizzie was about to protest, when she realized that she honestly had no idea how it worked. "Actually, that would be nice."

Megan grabbed the equipment out of the shower caddy and switched the waterproof remote to "on". She explained, "I like the vibrations as near to my G-spot as possible, so I'll place it there the first time, and you'll know for when you do it yourself. It's best if you get a little turned on before you stick it in."

She ran the vibrator slowly down Lizzie's slit, making lazy circles around the clit and just inside the labia. "See? I'll use one hand here, and another..." Megan cupped Lizzie full breast with the other hand and brushed her rigid nipple, sometimes lightly, sometimes rolling it between her finger and thumb.

Lizzie's nectar glistened her vagina and started running lightly on to Megan's hand. Megan, with expert-like dexterity, pushed the vibrator right next to Lizzie's g-spot. "What's it feel like?" When Lizzie couldn't answer, Megan turned off the vibrator and said with a wink, "Then I got it right. Turn this on and off during the day, and you'll have an amazing night."

Lizzie didn't disagree.

Experimenting that day proved to be both pleasurable and disconcerting, as Lizzie couldn't keep her wits about her. The hectic schedule she was on left little time for self-pleasure, and her burning sex screamed for her attention. Now, in her last class, she started relaxing, knowing full well she was about to have time to masturbate at her leisure. She was purposely seated near the back of the darkened lecture hall, and as she pulled out her notes, she also reached for the remote.

To find it wasn't there. She looked frantically around: by her seat, again in the bag, in the aisles, but no remote. Megan would kill her, Lizzie lamented silently as the student a seat away her reached to turn off his MP3 player. An MP3 player that looked curiously like... The thought was interrupted with a buzzing deep inside her. 

The man had nervous hands, and couldn't resist playing with this odd contraption. Dial up, dial down, on, off. Lizzie rubbed her legs together, stimulating her engorged clit and enjoying the buzzing sensation. 

She was electrified, having her potential orgasm in a complete stranger's hands, albeit unwittingly. The burning within her raged to forest fire proportions, and her hand dropped discretely to her crotch; it came away wet. When she wondered whether or not anyone had noticed the growing darkened spot on her skirt, she smiled wolfishly.

The exhibition streak was new with her, inspired by Megan (a self-proclaimed "Sex Mentor"). The girls had grown up together, so when Megan discovered Lizzie's naivete, she made it her personal mission to draw Lizzie into the world of sexuality. She had started small with more revealing clothes and escalated it to the point of kissing Lizzie's tender hips while on the morning train to school. Hips, brushing her nose along the top of her hairless mound, guiding Lizzie's own hand up her skirt...

With that thought, she snaked a hand up her own blouse; one deft snap removed the one undergarment she wore today: her bra. Nipples hard enough to cut glass. She rubbed her shirt along them, then reached under her shirt again to flick them, roll them between her fingers, pet them lightly with the pads of her fingers.

She ran her right hand down her taut stomach and brushed her fingers lightly across her tender waist. Shivers ran through her body. Her hand plunged beneath the waistband of the skirt to rest in her pulsing, dripping pussy, finger resting precariously on the clit's hood. She bit her lip--it felt so liberating to masturbate in public, and she wanted to savor every torturous moment.

She was sure the students were whispering about the lesson or the plans for after, but she also hoped that one of them would glance over and see her foot resting on the seat ahead of her, hand moving under her blouse, and maybe a bit of light from the projector reflects in her moisture--a closer look would reveal all five fingers stroking a swollen pussy.

"I think I have your remote," a voice next to her whispered. She turned to look, and could just make out the tip of an erect penis sticking through his jeans. "I recognized it right away, and played with it until I saw one of the ladies start squirming."

"Keep it for now," she said, slowly fingering her pussy. "Surprise me."

"How's this for a surprise: I watch you, if you let me masturbate the whole time."

Win, win. 

She nodded. His pre-cum suddenly glinted in the dimmed lecture hall. He started slowly at first: he caressed his shaft lightly, it jumping with each light pump, as he blushed almost imperceptibly in the dim lighting. Breathing deeply the scent of her musk. She pulled up her shirt to bare her breasts; her body thrilled when a whispered moan escaped his lips. He looked like he wanted to reach out and touch her, just to see if she was real. He started tugging vigorously, deftly disguising his ragged breaths.  

Lizzie's building orgasm almost exploded in her sudden lack of self-control. In an attempt to prolong the experience, she wordlessly grabbed his remote hand and placed in on her seat, a mere fraction of an inch away from touching her crotch. Heat radiated against the back of his hand--which would've been enough to warrant his helpless moan--but feeling the growing wet spot on her chair is what sealed the deal. She held him there just long enough for her to drip in his hand. He brought his hand to his lips and licked it indulgently, as though he was savoring frosting from a mixing spoon. His tongue flicked and swirled; his lips cupped around one of his knuckles as he clearly sucked gently. His thumb moved lazily on the dial--buzzing, thumping, and a million untold sensations.

She imagined his face in her lap... Her back arched as her first orgasm washed over her. The man's eyes widened. He put down the remote (after turning it on high) and frantically pumped his shaft with both hands. Lizzie vaguely wondered how large his cock must be if he was able to use both hands. She heard his breath quicken into panting gasps until he came with a muffled moan. 

Lizzie pulled her shirt down during her second orgasm, just as the lights started coming up after the lecture. The rest of the students stood up to stretch and rub the sleep out of their eyes. They seemed so oblivious to Lizzie. The professor, rigorous as ever, began striding out of the lecture hall. The man deftly slipped the remote and a piece of paper into her hand, right before the professor stopped by their seats.

"Enjoy the lecture?" An innocent enough question, coming from a professor.

"Yes," the two answered in unison.

The professor smirked. "Good." And as he walked away, Lizzie noticed a subtle swelling in his pants.