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Between Larissa's Legs Ch. 01

By: eatoure



This story builds to a climax chapter by chapter. You will enjoy it much more and it will make more sense if you read them in sequence and save Chapter 5 for last. 

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Judy was shrieking with laughter while she did it! There were only the two of them left in the office so she didn't have an audience except Larissa but Judy was acting like this was the funniest thing in the world. Like she was getting one up on their boss! It had been a really dumb Christmas party and certainly no substitute for a bonus this year. Judy and Larissa had every right to be disappointed, and it was mean of their boss to expect them to clean up after everyone had left, and alcohol had lowered her inhibitions but even with all there was no excuse for what Judy did. 

There was not much that was funny about working in a bond investment office. Two high-spirited young women need to make their fun where and when they can. 

"This is what I think of that skinflint bastard!" Judy yelled at the top of her lungs in the empty office. "He can kiss me where the sun don't shine!" and with that she pushed the button, on the photocopier. The bright moving light illuminated her broad bottom. Larissa watched, disgusted by what Judy was doing, but worried that her unsteady and slightly chubby work chum might fall off the photocopier or that the glass on the machine would break. As it was, Judy stumbled and almost knocked over the shredder when she jumped, since her balance was off from the drinks. She was eager to look at the black and white copy of her derriere. 

The truth is, it was a good likeness! Judy's butt cheeks were pushed together in back so her asshole was not in the picture but her hairy pussy was quite visible, all the little folds and skin making an artsy image! Her blond, but abundant, pubic hair looked wispy in the picture, giving the picture a certain ethereal quality. 

Larissa thought it was gross and a very immature thing to do! She thought that Judy was the kind of person who would moon someone, and she certainly had the butt for it. She desperately wanted Judy to put her panties back on and go home. She would gladly finish the cleanup alone if Judy would just go home and sleep it off. What a sloppy drunk, Larissa thought, and Judy hadn't even had that much. 

Larissa thought back to when Judy was sucking up to the middle-aged executive guy in the black suit, flirting and letting him look down her blouse, and realized that Judy had really been out of control all night. After groping Judy right in front of her boss and coworkers, the guy had just left her standing there with her blouse open and he left, going home, Larissa was sure, to his wife, who was going to get boned with extra enthusiasm tonight after the kids were sent to bed. Fortunately Judy was too smashed by then to be embarrassed but she wasn't likely to get any promotions in the near future, like the next seventy years. It was a good thing she was a first-rate bond rater or her job would be down the toilet. 

"Go ahead! You do it!" taunted Judy. "I'm going to take mine home and tease my boyfriend with it. Now you try it!" The way she said it, Larissa thought, Judy could mean she was taking the photocopy home or taking her butt home, both of which no doubt would be used to tease her boyfriend. 

Larissa flatly refused to do it. There was nothing she wanted to do less than have her bottom photocopied! This was kid stuff and the two women were in their twenties and held responsible positions! Sort of. The front-office executives counted on the accuracy of their assessment of bond issues to rate investment bonds and rarely checked their work. Their jobs may have been low-paying and dead end and boring, but they had real responsibility and they should act mature. Judy could whine -- and was whining - all she wanted but Larissa was not going to lower herself to this nonsense. Even though the boss of their company had made the two youngest, least-paid, and lowest-seniority employees, both female of course, get stuck with the cleanup work after the part. That was sexist. Well, even so, Larissa for one was not going to act unprofessional about it. 

Judy, however, would not give it up. "C'mon! I dare you! I double-dog dare you! Just do it once so I can see how we look side by side!" Larissa stayed friends with Judy because she was the only employee at the firm her own age and she had nobody else to talk to. But Judy was a real pain in the butt sometimes. 

Now she was being a pain about her butt. Not only was Judy not doing her share of the cleanup, she was not letting Larissa alone and Larissa wanted to get out of there at long last, after a miserable day, and go home. It was midnight already and they were still at the stupid office after that stupid party in the stupid conference room! (Their stupid boss wouldn't even pay for a fun place to have the party!) Larissa just wanted to go home to her bed and her cat, with the alarm clock turned off. 

The turning point came when Larissa was bent over to pick a metal spoon out of the trash can and Judy snuck up behind her. While Larissa was looking for other utensils that might have been carelessly thrown away, Judy reached under Larissa's short skirt, which she had only reluctantly put on for the party in order to look festive for all those pasty-faced bond salesmen, and pulled down her panties! 

"Judy, stop it!" Larissa yelled, really mad now. "You're out of control!" 

Judy just giggled. "Why'd you take your pantyhose off if you din' want to show off?" She slurred her words. 

"Judy -- I've had enough out of you tonight! You know perfectly well that I didn't take them off until everyone else left. We're stuck here picking up after everyone else has gone home and I just wanted to be comfortable. This is impossible. You're bugging me. Why don't you just get a cab and go home and I'll finish up," she offered again. She knew that Judy's car was on parking level 2 but Judy was in no condition to drive. 

"Show your butt on the copy machine and I'll go!" Judy dared her again. "What, are you ashamed of it?"

That was closer to the truth than Larissa cared to admit. Larissa thought of herself as fairly attractive -- pretty face, medium tall, skinny, B-cup but well-shaped boobs, and brown hair down to her shoulders. But she did not like to see herself naked because she thought her pussy was gross looking and her legs were so pale. That's what her sister always told her. Her sister's pussy was small and tight but hers was big and her lips hung down. She did everything she could to hide it, always wearing panties that nobody could ever see through, even if they got wet. (Which they did sometimes, because Larissa easily got carried away with guys who paid any attention at all to her.) She even shaved most of her pubic hair in order to make it look neater in the mirror. 

She would never, ever take a picture of her own bottom on the photocopier. Except this time she would. Finally, Judy had worn her down, and although she was not tipsy like Judy, her own inhibitions were also blunted by the drinks, fatigue, and the late hour. 

Now Judy was going to see it, but she'd be the only one. She would probably keep quiet about it -- she and Judy were the only young employees in this ridiculous old dull company -- but even if she did blab all over the office, it wouldn't matter. Nobody would believe her because Larissa just wouldn't do this sort of thing. Except that she was about to. 

"Look, Judy" Larissa spat out. "If I do it, just once, will you shut up and go home?"

Judy went into a pout but nodded her head. "You don't need to yell at me. I'm your friend!"

Larissa restrained herself from reminding Judy that she had been yelling at Larissa all night about their boss. "I'm sorry. I'll do it one time. But first we'll call you a cab because it will take fifteen minutes to get here." Larissa wanted to put it off and she certainly did not want Judy hanging around after she did it, getting into more trouble. 

"I'm a cab." Judy giggled. 

Larissa called the cab company -- it was going to take a half hour and they would call when the taxi was downstairs. Larissa sighed -- she wasn't going to be able to run out of time. She was going to have to go through with it. "Just one!" Larissa said firmly. 

The two young women went back into the photocopier, fax and shipping room and Larissa pulled a full box of printer paper next to the photocopier. While she wasn't looking, Judy hit the color copy button and the scan function. Larissa stepped onto the box, pulled her short skirt up in back, and sat down, but as she sat, she did something a little unusual. She reached around both cheeks of her butt with her hands and pulled on her sex, what her doctor called her vulva, from both sides. She didn't need or want to say anything about it to Judy, but Larissa had learned from experience that her unusually long pussy lips sometimes got folded over or squished when she sat down quickly, forcing her to pull on her crotch, like a guy who sits wrong and finds that his pants are binding on his testicles. Squirming and adjusting herself like that looked funny for a girl so she liked to spread herself before she sat down bare-assed or when she was putting on her panty hose for the day. 

Larissa's bottom was splayed on the glass now. It suddenly dawned on Larissa that Judy might have left something behind on the glass! Could she catch a yeast infection this way? Judy wondered. Oh well, her private parts were spread out on the glass already -- nothing she could do about it now. 

Making a face at Judy to show her displeasure, she pushed the button. She felt the warmth and heard the sounds as the light moved across under her and her private parts were scanned into the machine. Then she clambered down, holding her skirt so Judy wouldn't see the real thing. 

Grossed out at the thought of germs, she grabbed a bottle of window cleaner and a tissue next to the machine and was cleaning off the glass, thoroughly and compulsively, when the photocopy slipped into the tray. Judy grabbed it and pranced into the other room, putting it under a desk lamp. Larissa ran out behind Judy to make sure that the photocopy wasn't going anywhere. 

Judy was staring at the image, almost reverentially. It was the most beautiful picture of a woman's sex she had ever seen!

Larissa's butt crack was slightly open, creating a bold, straight dark line pointing like an arrow to a complex image that looked like a delicate butterfly. Larissa's extravagantly long, thin, dusky rose-colored pussy lips formed elegant triangular wings flanking a moist pink oval that was wide open to view, the complicated, beautiful folds of her vaginal entrance easy to see between them, with a dark, mysterious center leading to her depths. The front came to a sharp point (the fornix) over a pink knob that remarkably was still in sharp focus -- her unusually large clitoris -- and there was a hint of a dimple where her peehole should be. They were all healthy-looking and pink, arrayed artistically in a neat, symmetrical, and pleasing arrangement, looking like some mysterious formation of nature or an abstract painting. Surrounding it all and framing her sex were firm, impressively large outer lips the color of her flawless white thighs, and only her gorgeous labia spilled out of the borders of the sexy mound. Everything visible in the picture was bare because the little triangle of trimmed pubic hair was too high to be seen, out of focal length. 

Larissa came up behind Judy. "OK now, are you satisfied? You dared me and I did it, so give it to me."

Judy whimpered, "Larissa, this is beautiful! You should save it!" She wanted to keep looking at it. 

That confirmed, in Larissa's mind that Judy was a pervert, as well as immature and a cheap drunk. 

"That ugly thing? I can look at it any time I want using a mirror but why would I ever want to? Give it here." Before Judy could run away with it, Larissa snatched the photocopy and ran back to the photocopier, fax, and shipping room, where she fed it to the shredder. The shades of pink, rosy brown, flesh tones, and darkness made a pretty abstract design as the paper strips fell into the basket. 

Just then the phone rang. It was Judy's taxi. 

"Now go home and sleep it off!" Larissa ordered. Judy forgot her panties and was gone before Larissa discovered them on the floor by the fax machine. She'd keep them over the weekend and give them back to Judy on Monday. 

After Judy went downstairs to meet the taxi, stumbling a bit after she put her shoes back on, Larissa quickly finished the clean up, found her own panties and went home. Before she left, she put Judy's panties in her purse, with her own pantyhose, and put her own panties back on. She had no interest in looking at herself or flashing her ugly bottom bits to anyone. 

As Larissa got into her car a thought struck her. Was Judy really trying to come on to me? 

Probably not, Larissa decided. She was just drunk and being silly.

Between Larissa's Legs Ch. 02



This story builds to a climax chapter by chapter. You will enjoy it much more and it will make more sense if you read them in sequence and save Chapter 5 for last. 

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By the time Monday came around, Larissa was still steamed at Judy for acting up and keeping her from finishing up after the office Christmas party. It was lame enough without getting stuck with cleanup detail and that was bad enough without Judy's antics, jumping on the photocopier and taking a picture of her own butt crack and pussy! As if that crude act was any kind of blow against their selfish and arrogant boss. You might as well moon the building for all the good that kind of kid stuff accomplished. 

Larissa was a little annoyed with herself for giving in to Judy and doing the same thing on the copy machine, but it was only one time and she only did it to shut Judy up and make her go home. Chalk it up to the booze. It didn't matter: the picture got shredded and so it was as if it never happened. 

Larissa smiled at Judy when Judy came in on Monday morning but didn't give anything away. Judy still looked a little rough when she sat down at her desk. There, in front of her, was a little gift-wrapped package. Surprised, Judy opened it as her coworkers passed her cubicle and stuck their head in to say hi! Was it just Judy's imagination, or were they a little more friendly than usual? It was probably the good feelings carrying over from the Christmas party last Friday. (Judy didn't remember -- or didn't want to remember -- being groped and having her blouse unbuttoned.) 

Judy's face quickly turned beet red and she dropped the opened package in her lap when her panties fell on her desk. Had anybody seen? She looked around. Her boss was standing at the entrance to her cubicle. He had seen everything and his face was red. 

"We need to talk, he said in a low but furious voice. "Come with me to the conference room." 

Three cubicles away Judy heard Larissa laughing, not realizing that she was too far away to hear what the boss was saying. This had started out as Larissa's gentle way of getting even without escalating the differences between them, but she hadn't counted on their boss seeing it all! Having her panties on display had put Judy in a bad situation! This was not appropriate behavior for a bond rater!

Later that day, at lunch, Judy told Larissa what happened next and complained about all the smart-alecky remarks the men at work had made to her that morning. She didn't remember being as drunk as she was at the party. But her boss, asshole that he was, told her that she was on thin ice after last Friday. One more step out of line and she'd be fired. 

"Well," retorted Larissa, on the defensive because her trick with Judy's panties had made things worse, "you kinda asked for it last week. But what do you care? You've got a prince charming who will take you away from all this!"

She was referring to Judy's new boyfriend, Frank, an up-and-coming lawyer in town. The law firm where he was an associate wanted the contract with their employer in the worst way. Bonds were an easier business than stocks but they required almost as much legal work. The legal work was safe, predictable, very profitable, and boring. The executives at Judy's company would have a cow if they knew that one of their bond researchers was in a relationship with someone actively trying to get their legal business, so Judy and Frank had to keep their relationship a secret. The only thing that would save her from being fired, in that case, is that she was good at her job -- she could rate a bond faster and more accurately than even Larissa, who had more education. 

"He's too busy to take me away from all this," Judy complained. "He wants to be Mr. Hotshot." That was unfair to Frank and Judy knew it. For a serious, ambitious young lawyer, Frank was spending an unusual amount of time with his girlfriend. They saw each other almost every other night and spent the weekends, well, fucking, mostly. That was really what was worrying her. Judy's biggest fear was that her Frank was just playing her to get close to the company. If he could land her company as a client for his firm, he would make partner for sure. So far, he had not asked Judy for any confidential information but if he did, Judy would surely give it to him but she'd feel bad about it. 

"Speaking of hotshots," Judy was trying a little too hard here, "Tom's firm's senior partner is coming over next week. I'm cooking dinner at Tom's place. The guy's single and doesn't have a girlfriend -- never married. Can you join us and round out the party?"

Larissa mentally checked her social calendar. Wide open for the next hundred years. "Sure," she said, glad for the opportunity to get out. She didn't have much in the way of expectations for the date. Men who were still alone at the age it would take someone to make partner in a successful law firm were most likely to be gay or workaholics. With luck, she thought, he would be gay, impeccably dressed, and charming, so the evening would at least be fun. 

He certainly was impeccably dressed, but he didn't act gay. Far from it. He seemed very interested in women and particularly in Larissa. He was the most handsome, beguiling, and sensual man she had ever met! He was also a perfect gentleman, holding the chair as she sat, always including her in the conversation, and quick to laugh at her rather dry sense of humor. Judging from the gray streaks in his black hair, he was at least forty but his handsome face was boyish and mirthful and his eyes danced brightly. Where Larissa was of medium height and slender, he was taller by a head and broad-shouldered. He wore his Princeton education lightly but his conversation sparkled. As the evening blended into night, Larissa found herself deeply attracted to him. In fact, Larissa noticed about an hour into the evening that her panties were damp. 

It came as no surprise and was certainly welcome when, at the end of the evening, he turned to her as they were walking out and said, "Larissa, would it be possible to see you again?"

"Mr. Atkins," Larissa began. 

"Please call me Turner," he said. 

"Turner. I would love that. I would love it if you called me." Larissa was glad it was dark because she was blushing. They entered each other's numbers on their cell phones. Larissa had the distinct impression that he wanted to kiss her but held off because it would be too forward.

Call her he did and they began dating. For three months he wined and dined her at the most exclusive restaurants and took her to every major cultural and charitable event in the city. She was ashamed because she only had one gown and could not afford another on her salary, so he bought her another as a birthday gift, and then a third. He gave her a beautiful pearl necklace and a lovely tourmaline friendship ring. All this, without putting the moves on for sex, not that Larissa wouldn't have welcomed it. He seemed content for the time being, at least, with passionate kisses, long hugs, and occasional touching. She did not mind it when he touched her breasts or caressed her face but she was not used to being treated like this. He was the first to say "I love you". It was only the second or third time in her life anyone outside her family had said that to her. 

Larissa fell head over heels in love with this divine man, who put her every need before his. She began to think that there was a future with him, and with it children, financial security, and an escape from her humdrum existence. But one question nagged her. What is so special about me? Why would he love me? I am good enough looking, mainly because I have a pretty face, and I'm slender enough -- ok, I'm skinny, I admit it. Yes, I know I'm smart but when has that ever been an advantage for a girl? Beyond all that, my breasts are small, my legs are like sticks, I'm not fashionable, and I don't have an outgoing personality. Also, I've got a really ugly pussy -- I try to hide it but it's big and sooner or later he's going to see it. Where would all this lead?

Over time, she put these questions aside and just accepted that he was infatuated with her for his own reasons. Well, why not? She was infatuated with him for her own reasons. 

Larissa became a frequent guest in Turner's luxurious, art-filled home and even acted as the lady of the house when he had parties. (It would not be quite accurate to say that they hung together, because their relationship was still a little stiff and formal.) Going over to his place got her out of her tiny, cramped apartment and gave them more time together but she wouldn't stay overnight, until she was "sure" about their relationship, meaning a commitment. He didn't push her but he made it clear that she was welcome to stay as long as she wanted. Maybe for a lifetime! Larissa could hope.

Secretly, Larissa was hoping for even more! Even though he was older than she was by about 15 years, he was by far the most handsome man she had ever dated. (For the record, the other four were nothing special and two were in high school and not really men. Her experience was limited.) This was a man she could spend the rest of her life with! She felt overwhelmed by him, more attracted than she had ever been in her life! (Apart from a brief infatuation with Mel Gibson, when she was in her teens and he was still a hot star.) If he carried her off to his bed, she would willingly submit! She just thought he was so sexy! 

And Larissa knew that he took great care of himself. He was always very careful with what he ate, he worked out in a home gym, ran, and swam for exercise, and did not smoke. He sipped wine and she never, ever, saw him get drunk. One day, while he was out of the house, she saw the test results from his annual physical, under a pile of papers next to his kitchen phone. (She wasn't snooping -- she was looking for a phone number!) Cholesterol was low -- he was probably going to live a long time! AIDS test negative! Syphilis negative! Wahoo! Now she knew that if their relationship went to the next level, he would probably be safe. (Nobody can ever tell for sure.) Semen volume: about twice average. Sperm count: way above normal. She suddenly felt a little wet between her legs.

Wait a minute! These weren't the usual tests for an annual physical! Why had they done these tests on his sperm? Was there a medical problem?? What was this all about???

No answers. She was puzzled but it was obvious that he was healthy, disease-free (at least for anything that could be tested for), and very, very potent. The following week she started on the Pill, just in case. No hurry to get laid (she lied to herself), but they seemed to be headed in that direction. It made sense to take precautions -- what if they were overcome by desire and there wasn't a condom within reach? She had never had unprotected sex before but it sure seemed like he was a safe bet to try it, with his negative lab tests. She had every reason to think she was fertile herself and he certainly was. 

It seemed like the time would come soon. It did. 

For several weeks, she had come to feel so comfortable around Turner that she would spend weekend afternoons at his swimming pool. Larissa had always been nervous about wearing a bathing suit. She thought a two-piece suit brought out her worst features, so the first time he invited her over for a swim she wore a frumpy black one-piece suit. He didn't say anything but she could tell from the way he looked at her that he was puzzled that she would try to hide her body. 

So the next time, she wore a two piece that she bought during her lunch hour just for these afternoon swims (and hadn't had time to try out in the water) and he seemed very pleased. He often stared at her for a long time, from behind dark glasses, but she also stared at him -- he was so manly and gorgeous! At one point, sitting in a deck chair, she thought she saw him staring at her crotch but she couldn't really tell. What was completely obvious, however, was that he had a big erection! It was tenting his Speedo! 

When she got up and saw her reflection in the glass of the patio doors, she could see why! The gusset of her bathing suit had ridden up into her slit and the wet fabric was molding itself tightly to her prominent mound. Her outer lips looked like two bananas stuffed into her crotch, facing each other, a big obscene (to Larissa) cameltoe. Between them were two huge symmetrical bulges, divided by where the fabric had worked its way up between her oversized labia, which always needed to be carefully folded when she put on a bathing suit so they wouldn't get pinched or stick out of the leg holes or poke out the front, like they were doing now. The fabric was way too thin and it had obvious been designed for someone with a smallish, entirely normal pussy, like her sister. Her sister had always told Larissa that Larissa's pussy was too big for her slender body. Thank heaven her big clit wasn't showing! Sometimes it did show through her panties when she was aroused and she would have died if anyone ever saw it.

At first she felt so embarrassed, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything. She just pulled her wet suit down a little to adjust herself. That didn't work very well, because as soon as she let go the wet suit clung again to her most private parts, outlining their features with anatomical accuracy. She fiddled with it a while and soon saw that nothing could be done. Turner was watching her curiously. 

"Is something wrong, sweet Larissa?" Turner asked in the most concerned tone of voice. He was getting up from the deck chair. 

"My suit is too tight," Larissa said, distractedly. Actually that was only part of the problem, and she knew it. The larger problem was that the fabric was too thin to conceal her very big cameltoe and it actually drew attention to what her doctor would call her vulva. 

"Oh, don't be concerned about that," Turner said reassuringly. "There's just the two of us here and you know how much I like you in a bathing suit. Nobody else will see you. I enjoy your body. All of it!" And with that he put his arms around her from the back and kissed her neck. 

She felt comforted and wanted, warm inside, sexy for the first time in her life, and like they were sharing a secret, all this together at once. When Turner put one hand under her breast and the other on her lower belly, she did not resist. It felt right. She knew she was going to have sex with him today. 

He turned her around and kissed her, passionately, deeply and Larissa melted into his arms, feeling herself tingle all over her body but especially down below, where she could feel a thrill deep inside and a heightened sensitivity to contact between her mound and Tom's leg. She could feel that his cock was stiff and ready for her. She knew her pussy was ready for him! 

Turner broke the kiss, opened the patio door and pulled her by the arm through the living room, upstairs, and into the bedroom. They passed by his fabulous modern art collection, past the abstract painted nudes and sensual sculptures. In the past, the erotic art downstairs had made Larissa uncomfortable but today they seemed encouraging! 

Hand in hand, they climbed the stairs toward the huge master bedroom on the second floor. It was the first time she had been on the second floor of his house. He led her into the L-shaped bedroom, where they first passed the erotic etchings and photographs just inside, where any casual visitor to the house who might be offended would not see them. In normal times, she would have been put off by her first view of the highly explicit etchings and photographs in his bedroom, but today, in her aroused state, they delighted her!, as if they validated her decision to let sex happen today, and not to resist it. 

When they reached the king-sized bed they were giggling like children but Turner stopped her for a moment. "Larissa, are you sure?" he asked plaintively, and added, "and are you ok with..... I've got safes if you....."

"Hush!" she told him. "I've never wanted anything more and I'm on the Pill. I trust you!" she said earnestly, having peeked at his medical report, and "I want to feel you inside me!" 

Turner kissed her passionately again, obviously relieved. He smelled manly, of clean sweat from the sun and coconut from the suntan lotion. He stripped off his skimpy, Spandex bathing suit and held Larissa to him. She could feel his naked penis moving against her belly, and his hands moving around her back to take off her top. She let him and her hanging B-cups, with their quarter-sized pink areolas, so pale they were almost white, came into view. Turner felt them with his fingers, tweaked the nipples, and then leaned down to kiss them. Then he turned around and sat on the bed, pulling her down with him and suckling on her tight, pink, very aroused nipples. It felt really good to her and she was glad that he was enjoying it -- this was the part of a woman's body men would enjoy most!, she thought to herself. 

She was wrong, of course, in Turner's case. But she thought that way because, like many women, she had come to the conclusion that men liked breasts above all other parts of a woman's body. That is not quite true. 

Larissa did not mind sex -- she just seemed uptight because she was unsure of herself but she had a sensual streak in her. When she was aroused, like now, she really wanted it, but she preferred to be covered and for the man to be in control. But somehow this experience was turning out right for her! She was already getting more aroused than she had ever been anticipating sex, although her experience was pretty limited. She just knew that this time was going to be a new experience! Really special! And it was. 

She dropped to her knees and took his dick in her mouth. This was the way she had satisfied boys when she was younger and how she always deflected men from wanting to uncover her pussy. (Not that there were a lot of them, either way.) But Turner only let her do it for a few minutes and then raised her back up and kissed her. 

They fell back on the bed. By now Turner had his hand over her bottom piece and was stroking between her legs while he was licking and sucking first one breast and then the other. It had been a long time for Larissa and so it was not surprising that her orgasm burst upon her uncontrollably, so that she flopped around on the bed and her face and upper chest turned red as she made mewling sounds and sobbed! When it was over, she drifted back to Earth while Turner kept sucking her breasts and kept a steady thrum over her crotch through the suit. 

With a smile he sat up, cock standing upright, and said, "Now I shouldn't be the only one in this bed with no clothes on!" and proceeded to pull down her bottom piece. 

"Oh, Turner!" Larissa cried out in horror. "Don't look at it! It's the ugliest part of a woman! Let me get under the covers!"

But Turner ignored her and to her dismay held her legs apart before diving headfirst into her crotch! She tried to close her legs but he was strong and his mouth was already on her, licking all around and into her deep, wet cavern, pulling gently on her massive pussy lips with and without his teeth, and rubbing against her large, now hugely expanded clit! She wanted so desperately to spare them both this crudeness but he did not seem offended or put off. On the contrary, he seemed to want it!

He was licking Larissa's clit now, over and over, and she was climbing fast to another orgasm! How rude, she thought to herself! I am so embarrassed that he has to see this! And somehow the shame did something to her to make it even more exciting and another orgasm washed over her! It rolled from her sexual center in the middle of her pelvis to the top of her head and the tips of her curled toes! 




Between Larissa's Legs Ch. 02



As she came, for the second time, she felt even more wetness under his mouth and she knew that it was not just his licking that was making her wet! She was making secretions! From her vagina! How humiliating! How could she ever look him in the eye when he had seen things like..... WOW!

A huge, crescendo orgasm suddenly hit her when she least expected it! It rolled her out, flattened her, and left her limp. She never dreamed that she could come repeatedly like this! 

He must have pleasured her for two hours! Finally, while she lay weak and trembling, he climbed on top of her, pulled her long, elegant labia to each side with his thumbs, and centered the tip of his very stiff penis right in her wet, saturated hole. He pushed forward and his long, hard pole slid slowly and deeply into her welcoming, warm, tight, juicy, quivering cunt. She gasped! He thrust! In and out of a vagina already hypersensitive with arousal, stimulation, and lust. It felt heavenly for both of them, especially when he angled upward to rub against her G spot. 

Larissa came again! Her responsive pussy clamped down on him as her love muscles spasmed one last time and then relaxed, with another gush of wetness to welcome his final thrusts as he started to ejaculate! Larissa lay back and felt the pulses as her capacious pussy filled with his creamy semen and their relationship was truly consummated. 

As the sun began to set, Larissa lay back and felt the come dripping out of her onto the sheet and the warmth of the generous and attentive lover lying beside her. Her arm flopped over the edge of the bed and she knocked over a little pewter figure on Turner's beside table. She was too exhausted to pick it up. She marveled to herself in wonderment, "What just happened?" 

She remembered that she had filled her cat's food and water bowls that morning at her apartment so she decided to spend the night.



Between Larissa's Legs Ch. 03



This story builds to a climax chapter by chapter. You will enjoy it much more and it will make more sense if you read them in sequence and save Chapter 5 for last. 

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That was the beginning of the most intensely sexual period in Larissa's young life, when her handsome and rich boyfriend, who had already swept her off her feet, won her body as well as her soul through passion and physical seduction and carried her to greater and greater heights of desire and satisfaction. 

She could not believe her luck! She had gone in four months from a lonely stay-at-home girl, attractive but frumpy and repressed, to a charmed life, out every night with this most glamorous and accomplished older man who treated her like a princess and expanded her horizons in every way. Yet, ever the realist at heart, Larissa could see problems in everything and she worried about three in this relationship: 1) should she move in with him? (and would he accept her cat?), 2) should she quit her job? (now that her boyfriend's law firm had finally got her bond-rating employer's business, it didn't seem like there was a conflict of interest anymore), 3) what was it all about, the thing with her twat?

Turner had taught her that word -- twat -- and had made her comfortable using it in casual conversation with him, along with crude words like quim, cooch, cunt, pussy, snatch, beaver, cooter, chach, poon, snatch, and vadge. She learned that because she shaved her fabulous vulva (except for the little triangle of hair over her pubic bone), it was a wugget. She learned the real names for her twat's most basic parts, like the fornix. She read up on the operation, care and maintenance of her clit. They needed an extensive vocabulary for her private parts because her twat had become a big part of their life as a couple and they often needed to talk about it. 

Larissa knew that she was attractive, but not beautiful, in a sweet, brown-haired, skinny-body, small-busted sort of way. But she had always considered her private parts to be too big, ugly and dirty and so it was hard for her to accept that to someone else they might be beautiful and exciting. Turner seemed to find an entire erotic world in the pink folds of her vagina, the translucent texture of her elastic labia, the prominent mounds of her outer lips, and, above all, her long, thick, vibrant female member, a clit for the ages, resonant with eroticism, focus of her stimulation and his generosity, all to be finally washed and anointed with her abundant secretions that gushed forth and the sweet, clean, intoxicating odor of desire and satisfaction they brought forth from inside her. 

Almost every time they were together, and always when she spent the night, Turner would conclude the date with an hour or more of pussy-licking, bringing her off again and again with his talented tongue and lips before finishing them both off with a deeply satisfying but ultimately anticlimactic fuck. Over and over again, but with infinite variations of subtlety, seduction, enticement, erotic progression, and poetry his mouth would end up between the huge outer lips on her prominent mound, licking her most sensitive parts, tugging on her long flappy labia, sucking the juices from her wet hole, lapping and drawing in her oversize clitoris, which became very large when she was aroused, which was all the time when he was orally pleasing her. 

On weekends this could go on for hours. Turner would pleasure her in bed, by the pool, in his car when they were in a secluded spot, in hotel rooms when they went away for a long weekend, outdoors when they hiked up the mountain, on the loading dock in the back the museum of science and industry, and, once, in the back of a limousine that was taking them to a charity ball. 

He almost never stopped until she had had at least three orgasms from oral alone, and then, rock hard, he would mount her and ride her to a final shared, usually simultaneous, orgasm that would leave her exhausted and him throbbing inside her, as his abundant semen squished and her pelvis quivered from the long, intense stimulation as his seed seeped out around his softening dick and spilled under them. That presented something of a problem in the limousine but it cleaned up ok in the end once the chauffeur got some paper towels. 

Larissa didn't know which she liked better: the hours (literally) that Turner spent staring appreciatively at her exceptionally beautiful and large genitalia and pleasuring her with his mouth and taking his fill of her texture and warmth and wetness, or the final, ecstatic penetration after an excruciatingly long and intense buildup, ending in the gorgeous feeling of being filled by him and his copious seed. 

But there was variety, too. It was not all the same and it never became boring. Very soon after they began their mutual adventure of exploring the capabilities of Larissa's wondrous vagina, Turner introduced his equally talented fingers to the repertoire. He did his first finger penetration after giving her a huge oral orgasm and while she was still foggy from her bliss he inserted first one, then two fingers into her. In her relaxed condition, she accepted them readily and marveled at how good they felt as they prodded and probed and tapped lightly on the little hard knob that she later learned was her cervix and with which they would become very well acquainted. Soon he was regularly plumbing her depths with his fingers and her ecstasy shot to new heights one night when he curled his fingers and caressed a spongy, squishy spot just behind her pubic bone -- oh did it feel good! 

Soon he was spending as much time rubbing the pad of his finger on her G-spot as he was sucking her long, quivering clit and she learned how to slide into extravagant, satisfying, mind-blowing orgasms from either one. Sometimes she felt that he was training her, like a lion-tamer trains a big cat to jump through a hoop, and the thought pleased her because it meant that he was dominant, she was submitting, and she was learning, not only new tricks but a new way of relating to the world, through her body and through her emotions instead of with her intellect. In the privacy of their bed, she was more than happy for him to possess her and to play her body -- her vagina, mostly -- as if it were his instrument. 

After teaching her about her G-spot, he spent more time on it and over a period of several weeks he would often spend a very long time just bringing her to her first orgasm with his fingers, massaging the outside of her vulva at the same time that he was stimulating her inside. It always felt good and she always came from it but one evening she had a new experience! He had taken an even longer time than usual and great care to build her up slowly and to keep her on edge for a long time -- she knew it was going to be a big one! But she was completely unprepared for the overwhelming, spasming, volcanic orgasm that came, accompanied by a long stream of fluid that came gushing out of her, over his hands and onto the sheets! 

Turner had taught her to squirt! 

At first she was humiliated! She thought she had peed herself! But Turner laughed and kissed her, first on the twat and then on the lips (when she tasted herself on his mouth, she tasted sweet) and told her it was ejaculation, just like a man! It felt so good! From then on, she loved doing it. It was something her body could do that was special! 

Released from her hang-ups, finally accepting that her oversized genitals were not ugly, and newly aware that her body was really a remarkably refined and responsive creation capable of great joy and receiving great pleasure, Larissa was more confidant and relaxed and accepting of herself. She did not beat herself up anymore for her shortcomings, or compare her skinny figure or her small tits to other women she imagined were better looking. If she was good enough for Turner, she was world class, became her attitude. 

She still did not like to wear a bathing suit in public or around other people, however. The outlines of her big mound and cleft and the bulge from her oversize labia were too obvious under the fabric, and because the rest of her was skinny, her visibly female attributes were even more exaggerated. She got a bikini just to wear around him, nobody else, but that was a waste of money, because she was quickly made naked soon as they were alone. So it did not take long after their first copulation for the lovers to spend most of their time together nude at his home. This made it all the easier for Turner to turn her on and initiate yet another oral-genital makeout session, whenever either of them felt the urge. 

Larissa experienced one sexual breakthrough after another, and they all involved her pussy! After teaching her to squirt, Turner was now inserting more fingers. He had mastered the skill of twiddling her clit at the same time that he rubbed her G-spot and even managed to get his tongue almost an inch deeper into her by pulling her vagina open with his fingers! He was up to four fingers now and he was routinely tapping her cervix and moving it around after she was relaxed enough to enjoy it. She thought that within a few weeks he would try to put his whole hand up there, something that she had read on-line was called "fisting". She was not sure if she would like it, but everything else he had done to her she had loved, so why not try it? Then beyond that there was something called "creampie" that she had heard about and an endless possibility of insertions, big and multiple, with all kinds of objects: plastic, glass, metal, you name it, some of them electrical and moving, others quiet, some you sat on and some you pushed into yourself, but all of them long! Larissa felt that she and Turner had years to explore the fine, nuanced erotic possibilities of her twat. 

But although Larissa was happy to keep exploring her own vagina with her man, taking it one step at a time and learning through experience just what her wonderful, wet cavity was capable of doing, there was another goal taking shape in her mind. The ultimate sexual act for her talented twat was to channel his potent sperm into her receptive womb and lead it to a fertile egg and then, job temporarily done except for entertainment during the period to follow, come back into play nine months later, when the creation of their conception came barreling through it in the opposite direction. Copulation! Insemination! Fertilization! Impregnation! Procreation! 

Some day, maybe not long in the future, they would make a baby together, she was sure! She would go off the pill, he would impregnate her with great ceremony, and her life and body would change forever! Maybe during pregnancy her boobs would grow! Maybe she would put on weight, not too much but enough to fill out her frame! Maybe her hips would widen, so she would have a butt Turner would want to look at! Maybe her white thighs would grow just enough that her pussy wouldn't look so huge any more between them! 

Well, he hadn't said anything about a lasting commitment or marriage, but by the late summer every time he went down on her, and that was getting to be almost every day, sometimes twice, she started thinking about carrying Turner's child. It made the sex even better. AAA, in her book. 

And for variety, Larissa sometimes went down on Turner, too. She was shy about it at first -- she did not have much experience with fellatio. But seeing how enthusiastically Turner licked her pussy, she decided that it was only fair that she reciprocate! So she learned. At first, she took his eager, stiff cock into her mouth to get him excited. It was quickly obvious that he did not need her to suck dick to get him excited! On the contrary, he acted like he wanted to save himself, so that he could deposit his pent-up semen into her pussy with all his energy at the end of their love-making. After all, he was 40, 14 years older than she was, and it was getting harder for him to come more than a couple of times in a night, but he didn't think to mention that to her and she didn't notice it herself, because of her limited experience. (The first couple of times with a boy, he made a mess on her hand before he even got to the good part. But on the plus side, he was ready to go again a couple of minutes later.) She liked it that Turner could stay hard a long time at a stretch and that's what she noticed. 

He liked having his cock sucked much more at the very end of their love-making, after he had satisfied himself orally in her glorious orifice and then come copiously in her capacious quim. When he pulled out, his penis was coated thickly with his rich white sperm and her clear sweet secretions. He liked to watch her to take him and all the lovely wetness into her warm and inviting mouth, sucking out the last few drops of his ejaculate and keeping him stiff a little longer. On some nights, he was able to penetrate her a second time, adding a thinner, watery load to her saturated pussy. 

Larissa had felt intimidated at first, in Turner's luxurious home and with his erotic art setting seemingly unattainable standards of beauty and sensuality. Like that little pewter figurine on his side table, for example. Larissa had taken a good look at it and it was an exquisite piece, as finely wrought as if it was made of silver. It was an image of a woman, head thrown back, eyes closed, breasts heaving, back arched, squatting on an invisible penis and having herself an epic orgasm. Just a few months ago she would have been so intimidated by it, because it was so explicit. Now she loved it, because every time she saw it she was in Turner's bed and it inspired her to emulate its perpetually orgasming subject! 

By September, they had made a new lifestyle for themselves. She was spending all her free time at his home, most of it nude, and had brought over the cat (who tried to escape twice, and who always hissed and ran away from Turner). She was thinking about giving up her apartment entirely, but her conservative conscience kept telling her not to do it until he made a commitment. A long-term commitment. She sensed that it might be coming but he hadn't said anything yet. She needed to broach the subject if he did not. But everything was going so well! Did she really want to say anything that might spoil the mood? 

Life was too good. Or was it?



Between Larissa's Legs Ch. 04



This story builds to a climax chapter by chapter. You will enjoy it much more and it will make more sense if you read them in sequence and save Chapter 5 for last. 

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The bliss went on for weeks as Larissa reveled in her erotic relationship with Turner. Despite the 14 year gap in their ages and his profession as a lawyer, he was an attentive lover who stunned her with his single-minded devotion to her pleasure, especially to cunnilingus. She guessed that now, as the senior partner of the firm, he had plenty of time to spend with her and the money for their extravagant lifestyle! Judy's boyfriend, the associate, would be doing all the hard work. They were off to charity balls and long weekends, exotic vacations, and languid afternoons by the pool at his elegant house, afternoons that always ended in her being ravished!

Turner spent hours in her pussy, licking, sucking, tweaking, fingering, and when it was over, and she was exhausted from multiple orgasms, he would give her the grand fuck and they would fall asleep. This description does not do their sexuality justice. They did it over and over, every day they could, with a thousand subtle variations in stroke and response. He made her squirm, he made her come, he made her squirt, and he asked so little for himself! Just a deep penetration and to fill her with his seed at the end of an evening of oral pleasure.

One early morning, she awoke after a long session of having her pussy repeatedly licked, tickled, and fondled. Turner was sleeping beside her, his mature manly chest bare and rising and falling with his breaths. Sleepy, bleary eyed, and weak in her legs from all those orgasms, Larissa stood up and made her way unsteadily down the upstairs hallway, thirsty, on her way to get a glass of orange juice. 

There was a full moon and light was streaming through the skylight. She paused for a moment to look at his erotic etchings and photographs, on the wall just inside his bedroom. The light was different and something caught her eye -- a glint on a metal object next to where a woman was sitting, masturbating, in the picture. In this light, something in the photo suddenly looked familiar. She looked at the other photographs. Several of them had a gleaming image in the background that she now recognized. The little pewter figurine by his bedside table! 

Her brain cleared suddenly as she processed this alarming idea. Turner had sexually explicit pictures of women before their relationship! Did he do it in this house? Who were the subjects in the photographs? Had he taken the pictures? Was the model for the pewter figurine a real woman, someone Turner had had sex with? Well, part of her said, so what? You didn't know him then. And another part of her said, he's softening you up to take pictures of you, too! Do you think there might be hidden cameras?

Come to think of it, why would any man spend seven months giving oral sex to a woman who wasn't that pretty (she thought that way about herself) and want so little in return? 

Omigod! Larissa shivered. Maybe this man has spent the last seven months licking my pussy for a reason! Maybe he wants to make me dependent on him, like one of those slaves you see in nasty websites on-line! Maybe he's going to take pictures of me like the one of that girl masturbating, on the far right, and blackmail me! Maybe he's going to pimp me out to his friends, like they do in the on-line porn stories! Maybe this relationship is sick!

Stumbling downstairs, in a tizzy from her anxiety, she went to the frig and opened the door. The bright light cast shadows from her bare breasts on the wall. She got her drink. It calmed her down. You're spooking yourself, she said. He just has an unusual taste in sex for a man. It's just a quirk that you can live with -- heck, you love it! Relax -- everything's fine. 

Larissa padded back toward the stairs when she noticed that Turner's study door was open. Turner had a miniature law office in his study, with many books and everything he needed to work from home. The door was usually closed. She had never been in that room before. She had only seen it through the big bay window in the back of the house. 

She listened to see if he was coming down the stairs. Silence. 

Quietly she stepped inside. She could see that those same windows gave him an almost complete view of the pool and his back lawn. They let the moonlight stream in. Standing in front of his chair, she looked at his desk -- impressive, but nothing special about Turner the man. As she rounded the desk to leave, her naked hip brushed against a manila folder, which fell on the floor. Flustered by the noise (it really wasn't loud enough to hear upstairs), she paused for a minute to hear if Turner was stirring and then picked it up. A piece of paper fell out. 

A vivid color picture of Larissa's naked pussy! It was the photocopy she had taken so reluctantly nine months before, after the office party, just to shut Judy up! What was it doing in Turner's home office? How long had he had it? Had Turner seen before they started having sex? Had he seen it before they even met? What did it mean? What was going on? 

Now afraid that Turner would find her in his study and get angry, Larissa replaced the folder, went out the door and sat for a moment in the living room. If anyone had been outside, looking in, they would have seen a naked, slender, brown-haired woman with a pained expression and a very prominent mound, trying to make sense out of it all. 

The next morning, a Saturday, she put a fake smile on her face, acted as if nothing were wrong, and left for a trip home to visit her family. She grew up and they still lived in a college town upstate and this was her first trip back since she met Turner. She had asked him to come with her but he had a big case coming to trial out of town. It would keep him away all the following week and he had to prepare for it this weekend, so she went alone. She was glad it worked out that way. 

During the long drive, she kept thinking about Turner, what were his real intentions, why women who were photographed nude and in compromising positions adorned his house, what was the meaning of the pewter figurine, and why he had spent over half a year taking every opportunity to put his mouth on and his tongue in her sex. And above all, how did he ever get the picture of her pussy and did he have it before he even met her? It had to come from Judy, that was obvious! Why???

It was nice seeing her mom and dad, and even her older sister, Laquine, who came over for a visit. Laquine was the pretty one that boys always went after. She was also older and never wanted her little sister Larissa tagging along. They were always fighting when Larissa was growing up but now Larissa felt that as an adult she could finally talk to Laquine as an equal. They could have a new, mature relationship. Her sister was generally pretty level headed in most ways so maybe Larissa could even ask her for advice on this mystery. 

Testing the water, during their heart-to-heart conversation Larissa casually brought up that her boyfriend liked oral sex. Depending on Laquine's reaction, if it went well she would tell her more and have a woman-to-woman discussion about the situation. 

"Ew!" spat Laquine. "Gross! I'd never let a man go down on me -- that's dirty. And on you! You with that big hairy ugly pussy between your legs! That's disgusting! And I'll bet he sucks on your little, inadequate tits, too." Well, she wasn't going to get much help after all from her dear sweet sister, Larissa concluded. (Her sister didn't know that Larissa had been shaving her pussy for years and Larissa decided it wasn't worth telling her. "By the way, you're dressed like a whore," Laquine added. "You're going to the devil, you know!"

Since becoming more openly sensual, Larissa had dressed in more revealing clothes, it is true, and she had mostly stopped wearing panties and bras, but she was not dressed especially provocatively just then. She had on khaki shorts (baggy so they would not form a cameltoe in her crotch) that showed her long, white skinny legs and the loose purple tank top she drove up in, same outfit she'd been wearing around the house since she was 18 and only her tits were bigger.

When she was alone at her parent's place, after her sister went home, Larissa called Judy, back in the city, on her cell. Larissa hadn't talked to her in a while. Judy had been fired from the bond company in the late spring and was living with her lawyer boyfriend, Frank, who had been an associate in Turner's firm. Frank had been made partner in the firm about four months after Larissa had started seeing Turner, so there were no financial worries anymore about Judy being out of a job. 

Judy was evasive. "I don't know anything about a photocopy!" 

Larissa pointed out that the two of them were the only employees who could have known that both women had had their naked bottoms photocopied on the machine the night of the office part. Judy was also one of the few people in the company who knew how to download a scanned image directly from the machine, and for someone to even find it they would have had to have known it was there already! So it had to be Judy who did it. Judy was silent but she didn't hang up on Larissa. 

"Judy, just tell me what's going on!" Larissa pleaded. There was a long pause, and then a sigh. 

"I was going to tell you eventually. Yes, I downloaded the image out of the scanner on that Monday, after the party, then I printed out a copy after everyone had left so nobody could see."

Larissa's voice was stern. "Did you make more than one copy? Is the file still on your computer?" 

"No. Just one. Then the image was found on my computer during an IT service call and that was why they fired me!" Judy sort of sobbed. "But your name wasn't on it. They thought it was a picture of my own pussy!" 

"Why did you print it out?" Larissa spoke very softly and that scared Judy. 

"I was mad at you. I wanted to tease you, like you teased me with my panties! I didn't think anything would happen. Will you ever forgive me?"

"It's all right. What's done is done. And when did you give Turner the copy?"

Judy sighed again, mournfully, as if giving up something. "Frank gave it to him. About a week before you met him. It was Frank's idea. I had nothing to do with it."

Larissa felt sick. She felt betrayed. She felt humiliated! That meant that Turner knew exactly what the most private part of her body looked like at the moment he first met her! and looked her in the eye for the first time! How could he have been genuinely attracted to her from the beginning? He already knew what her pussy looked like! He must have been stalking her for her pussy! Larissa tried to control her emotions. 

"Why did Frank do it?" Larissa asked, calmly. Judy sounded genuinely afraid. Larissa wondered if Frank abused her.

"Because of something Turner said to Frank a week before." She wouldn't tell Larissa what he said. "It was just a passing comment, had nothing to do with you. About how much he likes pussy -- you know how men talk." 

Larissa immediately became even more suspicious. Judy was impulsive and the fact that she was trying so hard to hold it in made Larissa suspicious that there was more to the story. Larissa paused. "So. Well, I don't know. I'm going to have to think about this." It was all very confusing. If Turner was a pussy predator, trying to seduce her twat, why did he wait four months? 

Judy blurted out, "Frank didn't even tell him the picture was of you. Frank knew he had all that erotic art and gave the picture to him for his collection. When you met him he didn't know what your vadge looked like because he didn't know it was you in the picture!"

Larissa gulped to suppress a sigh of relief. But still she had a feeling that there was more.

"Is that all he said to Frank?" Larissa asked, accusingly. She could hear Judy gulp. 

"Please. It was all very innocent." Judy sounded terrified. 

"Judy, level with me. What did he really say?"

In a whisper, Judy said "He said, quote, Find me a nice girl who'll let me have her pretty pussy any time I want it and I'll make you a partner in the firm! unquote, end of conversation." 

Sure enough, Frank had been made a partner in the firm, and knowing Frank, Larissa did not believe it was due to his skills as a lawyer. All that had happened around the time that she had given Turner her body for the first time. There must have been a payoff or a deal! She figured Frank had been as good as pimping her! 

But then again, if Turner didn't know it was her twat in the photo, how would Turner know she had a big, juicy, hyper-sensitive, responsive, delectable twat before he fell in love with her and they had sex? Maybe he discovered it for himself and was grateful to Frank. Did Frank just give him the picture to get in good with him and set up the introduction at the party so that Turner would find out for himself and be eternally grateful? Somehow she didn't think that Frank would leave so much to chance. It would be more like Frank to whet Turner's appetite and get his approval in advance and then deliver the goods -- her! -- and take credit! But that would mean that Turner knew all along, and if so why did he wait so long to make his move on her? 

For the rest of the weekend, Larissa was preoccupied by all this. Not only did she have the horrible but certain knowledge that her lover had seen a picture of her most intimate body part before he had even met her, but she had reason to suspect that he had gone after her to get it! Judy could easily be lying -- she often stretched the truth until it broke. Her mind was going around and round and it was driving her crazy!

By Sunday, Larissa had had about as much of her family as she could stand. It was time to go back to the city, check on her cat, and figure out how to face up to the situation. Turner was going to be away for a week trying the case -- that would give her plenty of time to think it all through before she did something she might regret. She was worried about her cat -- he seemed to hate it at Turner's house and spent all his time hiding and running away from Turner. 

But before starting her drive back, she changed into her comfortable baggy shorts and a tank top and made a phone call to the least likely person she would ever want to see on a visit home. 

Kiki, the town slut, was wary when Larissa called. After all, they knew each other from high school but they had not been friends and they didn't really have anything in common. Kiki was a "fast" girl, sexually promiscuous and irresponsible. It was a wonder she hadn't got pregnant and dropped out. Larissa was the intellectual, careful, demure, responsible, "nice" girl in the class. The two teen crowds were kept apart by the nice girls' parents and were kind of afraid of each other even though they looked down at each other. But now it was years later and Kiki agreed to see her, as a favor, for old time's sake. 

A couple hours later, Larissa walked into an unremarkable restaurant, on the opposite side of her old hometown from the private college that made it famous, and just off the highway to the city. Kiki, a small blonde woman with stringy hair and big tits, was at the bar, waiting for her, chatting up the bartender, who she obviously knew very well, and getting free drinks from four or five men at the bar. It felt awkward for Larissa to go up to her and even say hello. 

Kiki ordered another daiquiri and Larissa got a glass of orange juice. After all, she was driving. 

Once they were settled in a corner booth of the bar (the dining room was closed until dinner hours), and had made pleasant small talk about what they were doing since graduation, Larissa got to the point. 

"Kiki, I was very naïve in high school. I'm still naïve. There's a lot of stuff I don't know about guys. But you've been around and you've seen a lot. I want to know your opinion about a strange situation."

Kiki replied, "This must be about sex -- you're in over your head in something. You're trying to say that I'm a promiscuous slut who's been around the block, so I can tell you what it all means?"

Larissa shifted, uncomfortably. "Well, yeah. You have a lot more experience with this kind of thing. You're kind of a professional."

"True, ....." Kiki conceded. ".....except the part about being a pro needs clarification. It all comes down to the business model. Prostitutes will do anybody and they get paid by piecework. Kept women and full-time mistresses get the equivalent of a salary, or some kind of a regular support, in exchange for being exclusive. Casual mistresses and party girls are like on commission, we do slutty things and guys reward us for it. But guys love to love us when they want to, not all the time, and they don't want to support us as much as they want bragging rights, so they give us ridiculously generous gifts which we keep, bank, sell, or pawn. A real slut does it for fun and if the men are generous, so much the better. That's me! It's important to keep these things straight for tax purposes." 

Kiki took a drag on a cigarette she had lit up. Larissa didn't smoke and coughed slightly from the drifting smoke. Then, not wanting to comment on what Kiki had just said, Larissa told her story from the beginning. 

Kiki listened attentively, even though the look on her face was cynical. "I see," she said. "Now tell me exactly what he does." 

"He's a lawyer." 

"No, no, no. I mean, what does he do to your body, sexually?"

Larissa got a dreamy look in her eyes. "Well, he cuddles me and sometimes he kisses my breasts and fondles me and then he goes down on me for the longest time, and then....."

Kiki interrupted, impatiently. "No, no, no. When he goes down on you, what does he do? Tell me everything. Does he start by sucking on your clit or does he lick around your pubes or does he penetrate you first thing with his tongue or what?"

Larissa was startled. This was more detail than she had expected to go into. "Well, he starts by doing different things. He put his mouth on my vulva and then....."

Kiki interrupted again. "You can use plain English."

Larissa continued, using the vocabulary Turner had taught her, ".....he'll lick my cunt, sometimes up and down my slit and stroking my clit on the way up and other times working it in a circle around my hole, but he does a lot of different things too."

"Such as?"

"He'll suck my pussy lips into his mouth and tug on them or he'll nibble with his lips on my clit before running his tongue over it or tickling it with the tip of his tongue. He'll do that for hours, up to the point where I'm just ready to go over the edge, then he'll back off until I'm ready to scream!"

"And I assume that by then you're juicing. What does he do when that happens?"

Kiki turned bright red. She was not used to having a conversation about her vaginal secretions. "He seems to go crazy for it! He'll lap at my hole with his tongue and sometimes suck right over it. Sometimes -- often, now -- he uses his fingers and he even," her voice went to a whisper, "makes me squirt!" This discussion was making her very uncomfortable, but she felt that she was in the hands of a sort of professional, or at least an experienced, slut of the highest quality. 

Kiki sat straight up, surprised. "You squirt for him? How often?"

"Not every time! It takes me a long time to build up and sometimes I don't know that he's preparing me for it, because he's always rubbing my sensitive and squishy G spot anyway, almost as often as he caresses and fondles my extra-long clit. I never, ever squirted before, but he taught me how to do it." 

Kiki sat back, clearly impressed. "Let's go back to when you wet yourself. Does he taste you then?"




Between Larissa's Legs Ch. 04



Larissa was mortified but she answered, "Yes, and sometimes he even licks his fingers."

"Does he ever smack his lips?"

Larissa nodded. 

" OK. And do you go down on him?"

"I try but he only wants it after he's eaten me out for a long time and then made me come at least two or three times and then we have intercourse -- sorry, I mean we fuck - until he comes and I usually come again. He leaves me all gooey and full of his thick white come and sometimes he tastes that, too, with his fingers and then a few days ago he even kissed me down there after we'd done it! I think you call that a creampie? Anyway, he likes me to lick his penis -- sorry, I meant cock -- clean and......"

Kiki interrupted again. "Just a minute. You're saying he likes for you to suck his cock after he's boned you and licked you silly but not before he starts to fuck?"

"Yes," said Larissa. "I'm leaving out a lot here. My clit is unusually big (I think I said that) and he spends a long time on it, sometimes stroking it with his finger tips and other times sucking on it and tonguing it and ...." Larissa carried on for a long time, describing how Turner would expertly stimulate her just to the point of orgasm, then back off, only unexpectedly sending her crashing off the edge when she was most in need, and then doing it again when she was so sensitive that every little movement was magnified ten times but doing so well she never felt painfully overstimulated, until she came again. He had proven to her that she was multiorgasmic! 

"OK," Kiki interrupted, "I get the idea. And how does he fuck you? Does he do it the same way every time, same position?"

Larissa started explaining how every time was different but that most often she would be lying, panting and spent from sometimes two or three orgasms and Turner would abruptly mount her, penetrating her deeply and thrusting over and over again for what seemed like a very long time, in every imaginable position, before exploding inside her with spurt after spurt of warm, creamy semen directly into her throbbing, gushing, and sensitive vagina. 

"I see," Kiki said. "Now, before I tell you what I think, I need to see your pussy." 

Larissa started to get up, thinking that they would be going to the ladies' room. 

"No, here is ok," said Kiki. 

"But we're in public! We're in a booth in a bar! Anyone could see me!"

"Well," said Kiki, "just scoot around, put your leg up on the booth seat and pull down your shorts! You're facing me, the window's too high to see in, the waitress is at the other end, and all the men are at the bar looking the other way, talking to the bartender. Just show me your crotch!"

Larissa figured she needed to get it over with fast, before the waitress came back or someone turned around. She lifted her butt, unfastened and pulled down her shorts, lifted her leg out of one side and onto the seat of the booth, and scooted toward Kiki to give her a good look. 

Kiki closely examined Larissa's big pussy, out of proportion to her skinny legs and thighs, looking at the voluptuous outer lips on her mound, the long, crinkly and elegant pussy lips, her succulent oversize pearl, the little peehole orifice just under it, which seemed to be winking at her, and finally the deep, dark, moist center, with its intriguing pink folds and furrows. It seemed to take Kiki forever to inspect her. Before she finished, Kiki leaned over and sniffed, as if the fine female odor of Larissa's twat would tell her something very important. 

Kiki thought for a moment and then spoke as Larissa hastily buttoned up. "OK. Now show me your tits." 

Larissa blanched. She couldn't see the point, since none of this was about her breasts, but she figured Kiki knew best. She leaned forward in the booth and pulled down the stretchy front of her tank top until her boobs were completely exposed. Kiki could see that they were B cup, that they were nicely shaped and hung freely, and that the little brown nipples rested on quarter-sized brown areolas. Kiki spent a long time looking at them, before Larissa covered up because she thought she heard the waitress coming. Larissa looked behind her as she pushed her tits back down and pulled her top back up. She noticed that the men had turned and were staring in her direction and she was glad that she had her back to them. 

All the men were staring in her direction because they could see Larissa's reflection clearly in a mirror on the wall, but Larissa didn't know that. 

The waitress, who actually was coming toward them, looked at them curiously, as if to say that she knew they were up to something, because Kiki was always up to something. She left the check. "If you want more, honey, we can run a tab, like always," she said to Kiki. Then, to Larissa, she whispered, "Nice tits."

Larissa turned bright red. 

After the waitress left, Kiki made no move to pick up the check but she looked Larissa in the eye. Larissa figured out that Kiki expected her to pick up the tab, but that was only fair, since Kiki was doing her such a big favor. Larissa put down a $10 bill. Kiki scowled. Larissa put down another $5. Kiki scowled again until Larissa took back the $5 and put down $10. It was a generous tip but since Kiki came here all the time she wanted to keep good relations with the staff. 

After the waitress came back to pick up the payment and then left to ring it up, Kiki looked Larissa in the eye and said, in a confident voice, "Honey, you're nuts to be so worried. This guy is a keeper. He's knocking himself out doing the thing that gives you both the most pleasure he can give! You're worried that he is obsessed with your cunt. Well, so what? Many a marriage is built on a less solid foundation. Unlike good skin, a pretty face, and firm tits, your cunt is not going to go away when you get old! You two can play with it as long as you both live, even when you're pregnant and, hell, even while you're delivering!"

Larissa thought to herself that Kiki wasn't taking into account periods of unavailability due to her menstrual periods but, she thought to herself, let's leave that aside. Too messy. 

Kiki finished her drink and continued. "And don't think all the fun is on one side! From what you've told me it's obvious what's going on. He's giving you the most pleasure he can while he's saving the fuck for the moment you'll both enjoy it most, because he only has one shot at it at a time!"

Larissa was confused. "What do you mean by that?"

Kiki rolled her eyes. "Honey, the guy is 40! That's not old but he's not 20 any more! He's 15 years older than you are! He's not going to come twice in an hour and three times or four a night anymore. What he's doing is prolonging your pleasure to the max and giving himself his best shot at an awesome orgasm! And he doesn't want to come in your mouth because then he wouldn't have enough wood to pork you and he loves the feeling of filling up your pussy and he doesn't want to waste it! This guy is doing everything he can to satisfy you and he loves your pussy so much he's obsessed with it. It is his fetish. So what's the problem?" 

"Don't you think it's kinky, 'cause he loves me more for one organ than for myself?"

"Kinky is what makes the world go round, and two people who can do each other's kinks night after night will be very happy together. But that's not what's going on here. Listen, honey, if all there was that attracted him to you was your cunt, he'd be bored within a few weeks and he'd be out there hunting strange pussy instead of spending every night licking yours. That's the way men are. When sex is all there is, they always get tired of a girl sooner or later and go looking for bigger thrills but they keep her dangling so they can come back to home poon anytime they want it. He's not doing that. He's taking you nice places, buying you stuff, talking to you like you're a baby, acting considerate of your feelings with flowers and shit. If getting into your pants is all he wants he'd be past that by now. You're giving him a lot back: companionship, love, smart conversation, a gorgeous juicy vadge. So marry him, give him as much pussy as he wants, make kids with it, and you'll both be happy." 

Larissa was stunned. She had never thought about it that way. 

"But he hasn't made a commitment to me and it's been nine months!" Larissa countered at last. 

"Sure he has. He made you squirt didn't he? It takes a long time and a lot of patience for a man to do that. He must love you a lot. That a commitment right there!"

It was also so confusing. In her mind, Larissa frantically ran down her checklist of issues to see if there were any Kiki had not settled for her. "What about the erotic photos in his house?"

"So they're probably old girlfriends. Why does that bother you? He screwing you now, and they're history!"

"Well, he might want to take pictures of me!"

"So let him! Spread your awesome legs and smile away! What difference does it make?"

Larissa was finally beginning to see the light. The more Turner was turned on by her the more he would turn her on and they would bond in every way. And it didn't matter what she thought of her own body -- what mattered is that Turner loved it and held the bow that made it respond like a violin. 

"OK, I'm beginning to see what you're saying. I'll have to think about it more but I understand better now. I also understand now that the more I let him do sexy things to me and give in to what attracts him, the more attractive I'll feel and the more attractive he'll think I am when he looks at me being attracted to him!"

"That's right!" Kiki agreed. "A pretty woman is never as sexy as when she's nude, dripping wet, erect in clit and nipple, cumming in a screaming red-faced orgasm that'll make her pass out, and has a fresh load squishing around in her swollen, well-used vadge. It's magic." 

Larissa pondered this for a minute. 

"Believe me, I speak from experience," added Kiki. 

The waitress came back with the receipt and cleared their table. 

"Before I go, I just want to ask you why you needed to see my tits. I guess since this was all about Turner loving my pussy too much I can understand why you wanted to see my crotch, but I couldn't figure out why you wanted to look at my boobs. What was that about?"

"No mystery, Honey. I'm horny and I'm going home to masturbate now and I wanted something sexy to think about while I rub it out. Sometimes, like with you here, I get bisexual cravings. But you don't give off any lesbo vibes so I didn't come on to you. Don't worry about it. You're a sex object now. Get used to it." 

Larissa was nonplussed by the explanation, but did not explore the topic further because it was getting late and it was time for her to hit the road back to the city. 

"You've been very helpful, Kiki. Is there anything I can do for you? Can I give you money?"

Kiki thought for a minute. "At the moment I don't need money 'cause I've got a real generous sugar daddy that set me up with a bank account. A hundred dollars more or less from you won't matter -- he put in thousands. Someday, yes, you can do something for me. Maybe I'll get into my usual slut trouble and I'll need a lawyer to get out. Then I'll call you and ask your boyfriend for help!"

That seemed fair. So Larissa bade her sensible slut consultant a fond farewell and started the long drive back to the city. It was cooler at night now that summer was turning into fall. She turned off the air conditioning, turned on the fan full blast, and adjusted the air vents. Air rushed up the leg of her baggy shorts and cooled her pussy off. It felt good. This was the longest she had gone without sex with Turner for almost six months.



Between Larissa's Legs Ch. 05



This story builds to a climax chapter by chapter. You will enjoy it much more and it will make more sense if you read them in sequence and save Chapter 5 for last.

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Larissa thought hard about what Kiki had said, during the long drive back to the city. She decided that Kiki was right. So what if Turner was obsessed with her pussy and they had both made orally pleasuring it the center of their relationship. People lose their looks, men lose their erections, and some people lose their minds, but pussies are forever, she thought to herself. Hers wasn't going anywhere she wasn't. 

Turner was going to be out of town all week at that big trial. His flight had already left, so when she reached the city she stopped at his house (she had a key by now) to pick up her very confused but very relieved cat. She was going to spend the week at her own apartment. It would give her time to think. She wouldn't stay at Turner's this week. That would be too confusing. 

Before she left she went into the bedroom where they had spend so many ecstatic hours and looked again at the erotic black and white photographs on the wall. A pretty girl, who was then about Larissa's age now, was shown engaged in various sexual activities in most of them: masturbation (in six different positions using two different objects and her fingers), point-of-view penetration, from the rear, riding an unseen phallus, and a few head-and-chest views while in the throes of lusty orgasm. Larissa went over to the beside table and picked up the little pewter figurine, which if it was the same one could be seen in several of the pictures. The features on the face of the figurine were too small and rough in casting to make out but the hair and the breasts certainly resembled the young woman in the photo where she was orgasming. She was going to ask Turner about all this, too. 

The next day she went to work and things were not very exciting. There were no new bond issues her firm was handling and just a few old loose ends to tie up at work. There was little to look forward too except to see her cat at the end of the day. The cat, usually so aloof and independent, seemed to crave attention now that it was back home. It spent the day trying to get into Larissa's lap and rubbing against her legs. Larissa assumed that it was the tuna salad she was eating in front of the television. 

Larissa did not feel particularly horny that night but she missed falling asleep to that throbbing feeling in her snatch, the one that stayed with her after coming several times. 

The next day was much the same, except that when she came home, there was a lovely bouquet of flowers waiting for Larissa! She didn't know the names of flowers very well but they looked like poppies, with broad light red petals, except that the centers of each flower were dark purple, almost black. They were arranged in a sort of oval and around them were pink roses, and on top a single white cala lily. 

Poor Turner, thought Larissa. He just can't stop thinking of my pussy. She put the flowers in three vases, her clitoris flower in one and the labia flowers and the vagina flowers each in their own. The looked at them for a long time before she went to bed that night, thinking of him thinking of her and what he saw in that flower selection that reminded him of her and how she saw herself reflected in how he saw her. It made her want to masturbate. 

And sure enough, the following day a messenger brought a beautiful pink orchid, with delicate ruffled petals, to her office. It was very pretty and all day she looked at it and knew he was thinking of her labia. That night she seriously thought about using a dildo on herself but she held off. I've got to snap out of this oro-genital fetish I have with Turner, she thought. I've got to get control back and decide whether I want this or whether I'm being exploited! She went to sleep frustrated, slept fitfully, and dreamed of being boned. 

The following day, she received a bouquet of anthurium, the Hawaiian flower, with pink bracts surrounding a bright gold-yellow upright pistil that looked exceedingly erect. Mixed in were bright pink eremophilas, complicated and deep and looking very ready to receive an ejaculate. There were bright white specks of baby's breath all around. It was pretty clear what that flower arrangement meant. Larissa wet her panties looking at it and that night, another night of forced abstinence, she dreamed of it, strange dreams in which the bouquets came to life as all the parts of her pelvis, from the vulva through everything inside, her womb, the little knob of her cervix, her ovaries and tubes, and, of course, little eggs that began their journey every month, so far for naught, all made of flowers. It was now six days since she had had sex with Turner and it felt like six years. Before Turner, she could easily have gone six months between fucks, but for the last six months she had gotten used to regular, hot, almost daily sex. 

She was crawling the walls, she was so horny. 

On Friday, a bouquet of pink roses arrived -- the language of love in flowers! It was so sweet, Larissa thought, because the sequence of flowers told a story of the evolution of the bond between the two of them that only they could read and understand! Turner was due back that night but not until late --his team, on behalf of his client, and the plaintiff's lawyer were still talking about a settlement while the jury was out deliberating. If they quit for the weekend without a decision, he would come home and go back on Sunday night, but he wouldn't know this until Friday afternoon. So he and Larissa had decided that they would not see each other until the morning. 

Larissa had another bad night and it took all her willpower not to masturbate. But she wanted to be strong and self-sufficient and not to give in to the whims of her sex drives until she had settled matters with Turner. If Kiki had been there, she might have told Larissa to do the exact opposite -- masturbate until she couldn't come any more, so she wouldn't be hungry for relief when she talked to Turner -- but she wasn't. "Most people, especially those who are smart, who believe in strength of character, and have strong wills," like Larissa, "overestimate their ability to suppress their most basic desires." At least, that's what the advice blog wrote a few years later when Larissa read it in on-line, but the insight came too late to help her that weekend. 

Larissa came over to Turner's house early Saturday morning and the first thing Turner noticed was that she had not brought her cat back with her. That was ok with him: the cat always made such a fuss whenever it was brought over. She was also dressed more than he expected her to be, in a blouse and long skirt, and after greeting him with a kiss and a hug she sat down across from him in the living room without even taking her clothes off. That concerned him. 

"Turner, we have to talk," she informed him. 

His smile tightened. "Of course, Sweets. What is on your mind?"

She did not hold back. "Frank told me he showed you a picture of my vulva before you met me." She didn't let on that she had seen it in his home office. "Did you seduce me in order to get at my pussy or was your interest in me real?"

"Whoa!" he exclaimed, genuinely alarmed at the question. "What are you talking about? Of course my interest in you was -- is! - real. I love you! And what's this about a picture of your -- vulva? Yours?" He wanted to go back to using more basic language but he sensed in her tone that this was not the time. 

"Did you or did you not make a deal with Frank to deliver the bearer of the pussy in that picture to him for purposes of gaining your personal sexual satisfaction in exchange for promoting Frank to full partner in your law firm?" Larissa knew that she was talking to a lawyer and so her language got a little stilted. 

Suddenly it dawned on Turner what she was talking about. 

"Oh Larissa, I hope you don't think I'd ever do something like that! Frank is a horndog -- you know that. He and Judy fuck around more than we do! And you know how much I like pussy! Some guys are breast men, others leg men -- I go for cunt. Last year, before I met you, I wasn't in a relationship and I wasn't getting any! I was feeling sorry for myself. We talked trash, typical guy talk. He showed me this picture around Christmas and it was the most beautiful pussy I'd ever seen until I saw yours! I told him I'd make him partner if he got her, or someone like her, for me! But it was just a joke! Then he gave me the picture. That's all!"

"That's all? What about introducing us? Wasn't it more than a coincidence that you were set up with the woman with the pussy in the picture?"

"You can't be serious. This was all before I met you....." Turner's face changed expression. "Wait a minute. You mean that picture really was of you?? Really?"

"Yes! Did you start dating me just to get at my vadge?" she repeated her question. 

"No! I swear! But I did reward Frank, maybe more than I should have, for bringing us together. If it weren't for him and Judy we never would have met! I was grateful to him and his work as a lawyer was good enough (not great but good enough), so I gave him a break out of gratitude. And why do you think the picture he gave me was you? Have you seen it?"

"I'm not going to tell you until I'm sure what happened. Do you still have the picture?" she demanded, knowing perfectly well it was in a manila folder on his desk in his home office. 

"Yes, I think so. I'll find it," and Turner went into his home office and came out with the folder in his hand. 

"OK, here it is. Let's compare and see if they match." Larissa knew they would but she had to show Turner that it was her in the picture without tipping him off that she had been snooping. Larissa pulled her skirt up into her lap and spread her legs. She was not wearing panties, of course. Since she started going out with Turner and living a sexual lifestyle, she mostly only wore them at work. 

Turner squatted on the floor in front of her and pulled out the photocopy. He rested it against her thigh. It was upside down so he turned it around. It was a perfect match, side by side, except that the photocopy showed everything flattened a little. Turner whistled. 

"I never would have believed it!" he said. "The resemblance didn't jump out at me because here" he waved the picture "you're sitting on the glass. You're butt cheeks are pushed together, your lips are flattened out and your clit looks smaller because you're looking down on it from the angle of the glass. But side by side it's obviously the same gorgeous twat!" He took a deep breath in through his nose, inhaling her essence from the source. "But it looks so much better in three dimensions and smells and tastes so much better than it even looks!" He kissed the inside of her thighs and threw the photocopy to one side. "Can we go upstairs now and play with the real thing?" Before she could object, he kissed her on the entrance to her vagina. He noticed she was moist but not wet. 

"Not so fast. I have a couple more questions," Larissa insisted. She wanted to get it all out before she got carried away by her mounting desire and gave in to him. "Who is that woman in the photos upstairs and the little pewter figurine?"

"Oh, Larissa," Turner groaned. "You're taking me back to my past! That woman is named Clarissa and she was the most sexual woman I'd ever met up to that point, when I was in my thirties. She's an artist, mostly does silver jewelry and prints. She made that little statuette -- figurine I guess you'd call it - by the side of the bed. Limited edition of ten and she gave me one. I met her almost ten years ago at an arts and crafts fair, while I was building up my art collection. I liked her work and we became lovers." Turner sighed. "She taught me everything I know about how to pleasure a woman! Everything I was doing she took apart and then showed me how to do it better from the woman's perspective. Then she started teaching me the little tricks and variations, like that butterfly thing I do with the tip of my tongue wedged against your clit. She told me exactly what she liked, how she liked to be licked and fondled and stroked and sucked and brought off. She broke all my bad habits and taught me how to really make love instead of just having sex. Taught me to be less selfish and more giving. I was deeply in love with her but she was a free spirit!" 

Larissa was touched by his emotion. "What happened?" She felt just a little seep of fluid in her twat. 

"Well, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her and she didn't want to be tied down, especially to a trial lawyer. She thought I should defend the downtrodden and do everything pro bono but you just can't get rich that way and without being rich you can't afford a wife who spends all her time casting silver trinkets (it's much more expensive than pewter) and taking erotic pictures of herself. About this same time, we started to experience differences in what we wanted out of sex. I loved to pound her with rock-hard cock until she came over and over again, but in my thirties I started having trouble getting it up more than five or six times a night. She taught me to bring her off orally first and then make penetration really count when her cunt was super-sensitive. But after a year she wanted an open relationship. I didn't like coming home to dirty bedsheets and naked strangers in my kitchen. Also, we kept running out of towels in the bathroom. Then she left."

"Where did she go?" asked Larissa. She felt warm between her legs and her cunny felt wet. This was a romantic story. 

"Funny thing is, she joined the Navy." Turner answered. "Last I heard she was on an aircraft carrier just off Guam."

Larissa decided not to think about that. "So what you have given me you learned from Clarissa? It all sounds like a great cycle of sexual learning and healing," she rhapsodized. Larissa felt a drop ooze out of her hole and slowly run down the back of her pussy onto her taint. This story was definitely getting her back in the mood. 

"Yes," Turner responded. "And she told me that the gifts that she gave to me were those she had learned from other wise men in her life who had taken her under their wing and taught her the beauty of sex on a spiritual plane before she met me: her high school boyfriend, who was very gentle and showed her that losing her virginity was a sacrament, her best friend in art school, a sensitive guy named Horst, the artist who she modeled for to make money before she went out on her own, her agent, the business manager of the craft fair, the manager of a vegetarian restaurant next to her studio, her city councilman, the mayor, the city hockey team, and her Uncle Harry." 

"That is so beautiful" exclaimed Larissa, her nude pussy still exposed and now starting to drip. 

"So now you know," said Turner. "That is how I came to love the yoni, as Clarissa would say. The female center of life and healing. And that's why your consecrated cunt is at the very core of our couple-ness." 

Larissa felt terrible for doubting him now. But there was one last question. "Turner, I'm sorry I doubted you. But a few weeks ago I saw your medical report by the phone. Don't be mad at me -- it was there in plain sight! I couldn't help but notice that you had a sperm test done. Why? That's not part of an annual physical!"

"Don't you think I knew we were getting serious? I thought -- I knew! - that you were going to be the one for me. If we took the next step, I knew you wanted to marry and to bear children. It wasn't anything you said, exactly. More in the way that you cuddled your cat and read to it and put it to bed every night in a blankie. I realized you were meant to have children. I didn't want to deceive you or disappoint you if I couldn't. So I got myself tested so that if I had any problem giving you the healthy children you deserve, we could just break it off and I would just fade away." 

Larissa was starting to drip. "Turner! Take me upstairs!" she pleaded suddenly."Ravish me!" Her twat twinkled with wetness and when her thighs came together there was a squishing sound. 

Turner swept her in his arms out of the chair and lifted her up to his manly chest and carried her up the stairs to the bedroom, angling sideways at one point to avoid hitting her head against a large wooden giraffe which stood in the corridor, a souvenir he had bought in Kenya. 

"My sweet Larissa!" he cried, "I don't ever want you to have doubts about our relationship! We are eternal" and he stripped off her clothes and then his. While he was hopping around with his pants around his knees trying to take them off, she reached over and picked up the pewter figurine, kissed it, and put it back on the bedside table. "Thank you, Clarissa!" she whispered in gratitude. 

When Turner jumped into bed, Larissa already had her eyes closed and did not see him reach into the drawer of the bedside table, bring out a small object, and put it next to the little pewter figurine. 

He ravished her. 

He dived immediately for her pussy, without stopping at her face or her breasts. He licked her entire slit, back to front, while holding her open with his fingers and his broad tongue swept over her clit so hard that she almost felt it double over until he reached her pubes and started over again. He did it again and again while his fingers probed her, even tapping on her little brown rose, as his mouth sucked up her juices like sweet ambrosia. Finally, when she felt a cat's whisker away from a mighty orgasm, he reared up and inserted his finger into her primed and swollen channel, curled it, and stroked the familiar little rough area behind her bone while taking his other hand and placing it palm down on her belly, both to increase the pressure and because a hand on a woman's belly is a man's way of saying "I will couple with you on my terms!" And this final stimulation and acceptance of his total control of her pleasure zone pushed her over the edge and with a strangled, throaty moan she came, and with it came a stream of clear, sweet-smelling fluid that gushed out of her hole and over his hand and onto the bed, while she rode it out, perspiring, and heaving until clean sweat rolled down her armpits and her back arched and her pushed-out breasts shook with their little stiff nipples pointing one way and then the other. 

It was all so good to watch! Turner's cock was as stiff as it had ever been in his life watching her lose control. 

She came, overwhelmed, a second time and then again because Turner did not stop! He plunged first one finger, then two and three, and finally four into her post-orgasmic vadge and stroked her G-spot roughly, harder than he would with his usual gentle caress and harder than she normally would have wanted but just then they were both beyond subtlety and single-minded in their quest to make Larissa come until she was senseless. 

And when Larissa dropped back flat on the bed, limp, Turner turned her over on the now-wet sheets, lifted her hips so that her ass was in the air, stuffed the pillows under her hips, and drove his rampant cock deeper into her pussy than he had ever gone, pounding her with the pent-up desire of too much time away (a whole week!) but also to show her that this was the bond between them, the life energy that she could only find with him because they were made for each other and his penis must find its home in her body for as long as they lived! He angled a bit differently this time and her clit brushed against the top of his cock as he thrust. 

And again Larissa came, deep from within and with a bit more clit in the orgasm this time. Even the muscles of her abdomen became hard as a board as she braced against the fierce and rolling thunderous contractions of her powerful vagina, each of which pushed out more of the succulent nectar from glands deep within her channel to show that it was welcoming his manhood! It all felt so good around Turner's cock, deep inside her, warm, and throbbing. 




Between Larissa's Legs Ch. 05



Then he came, bucking his hips hard against her buttocks, hot from her orgasm and pushed over the brink of his own as his massive load of fertile sperm and abnormal semen volume mixed from the glands in his body and shot out of his cock with great, powerful jets and blasted into the depths of her and filled her vagina beyond overflowing until it ran out of her around his pistoning dick. And as he did this, he was kissing her neck and face from behind and his hands were on her breasts and pinching her erect nipples. 

When it was over, they stayed like that for several minutes and then Turner dismounted and fell to the side, cock glistening with juices. Larissa was almost unconscious and was moaning incoherently. Semen and cunt juice dripped from her cunt and covered their crotches and thighs and hands. The bed was saturated. 

Turner glanced at the alarm clock. It was 10:15 am. A little early, but what the hell. He pulled the pillows out from below her hips and turned her over until she was laying on her back and put the less damp pillow under her head. Slowly she came around.  

"That was amazing," Larissa said. And she struggled first to get up on her side and then to rub his dick across her breasts, neck, and cheeks and take it into her mouth, smearing semen and love juice all over her chest, neck, face and hands. "I just love the taste of us after a good fuck!"

"You deserve to be satisfied, especially today!" Turner said. He kissed her, tasting all the mixed secretions while patting her well-used, dripping hole and smearing the juice on her pubes, as far up as the little triangle of pubic hair. "There's more!"

"I can't stand any more right now. Let me recover!"

"No, there's something important. I have to do this." Turner leaned over and reached out to the bedside table. He picked up a small grey object next to the little figurine. It was a little box.

Turner opened it and showed her a ring. "Will you marry me, Larissa!" He took it out of the box and held it out to her. 

Larissa's eyes opened wide and she gasped! She took the ring into her hands, which were covered in semen and cunt juice. She held it up to the light in wonder and amazement! It was the most beautiful engagement ring she had ever seen! A big gob of goo on her finger had landed on the diamond. She rubbed it on the pillowcase, making it shine. The diamond was huge and brilliant! 

She didn't know what to say! She was speechless for a long time. Finally, big gob of warm goo ran out of her as she tensed up in excitement, and when she felt the shock of it plopping down on her asshole she broke out of her stunned trance. 

"Yes! I will marry you!"

Turner grinned a happy smile. "And go off the Pill tomorrow morning! We're about to mix my seed with your egg. My sperm will reach deep inside you, far beyond where my own body can go, and it will change our lives forever and make new life!" 

Larissa felt her exhausted insides do one last flip flop of excitement. Her bliss was now complete. 

Within a few minutes, Larissa had drifted off to sleep in her exhaustion and a glow of both satisfaction and intense happiness about the future, with the ring on her finger. 

Quietly, Turner slipped out of bed and tip-toed down the stairs, his long and limp cock swinging with every step. And with every step, his body visibly changed. Hair grew on his hips and buttocks.

He closed the door to his home office. A quick, shadowy whipping motion was barely discernible behind his lower back. 

He picked up the phone and punched in a number. Only a land line would do for this message -- no cell phones whose signal could be picked up by others! 

"Franklin, you have mightily displeased me!" Turner's voice boomed in thunderclaps. "This one was much too smart for you." He paused to listen to the response. 

"That was your problem. I had to work much too hard this time and I had to wait much too long to get her started." He listened again. His feet had become hard, hoof-like and cloven.

"I'm sorry, that explanation is not good enough. It is an excuse, not a reason. Next time maybe I should sae myself the trouble and breed your precious Judy instead." He had to hold the phone away from his ear this time because of the piteous loud screaming. His skin was turning bright red.

"I don't give a fuck how hard you tried. I deal only in results. How is the next one coming along? What is her name.....hmmmm.....Melissa? I expect it to go a lot better this time." He listened for a moment. "Well, it better." The sun cast a shadow of his head, showing a strong-featured profile, a faint shadow of what appeared to be a goatee and two projections coming out of the top of his head. 

"Well, it's up to you to make sure of that. Remember what I said -- if there is ever another difficult female vessel like this one, I'm coming for Judy. I'm sure she'd like that, even if she doesn't know it yet. Future breeders like her accept their fate when they discover the joy I can give them between their legs." He laughed, a snarling, arrogant laugh. 

Screams were audible over the telephone line as he hung up on Frank, the newest partner in his firm. 

There was whiff of sulphur in the room.

Larissa tossed and turned in her sleep.