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EASI

By: T KINGDOM



Easi (pronounced easy) is my third erotic story. I will spend many long hours writing at my very best. Your criticism is welcome, PLEASE leave me comments. I hope you enjoy it. Here we go again. Hopefully, I've improved since "Heidi." Write and tell me if I have.

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We sat in a smoky bar. There were dark, 30 watt bulbs, giving the room a distinctive mood. The table was old, wooden, and creaked every time it was touched. I pointed my finger and raised my hand, and asked for another drink. While I waited, I looked over at Sam.

"So, what did you want, I'm busy, you know that."

"Your last girlfriend," he said.

The waitress came over with my boilermaker. "What about her?" I asked.

"I talked to her on the phone yesterday, what she said astounded me. Do you know what she said?" He did not wait for an answer. "She said in a very concerned way about how poor of a lover you were."

"What the fuck!" I said REALLY pissed off.

"Relax big guy, sit back in your chair. She liked you, but.... well, she knows you're a really nice guy, but she just, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get off. She doesn't want other girls to like you , fuck you, and then hate you. So, she recommended something."

"Fuck off, ok? this is depressing enough," I said. "Don't want to hear it, no matter what."

He got up, threw a business card at me , and left. I didn't look at it, but I just put it in my jacket pocket, and forgot about it. I ordered another drink.

When I got home, I immediately went to bed, it was really late.

* * * * *

I got up, and had my cheerios, like I do every day. Brushed my teeth, all the usual crap, and went to work. I work in a power plant, as a safety technician. I make pretty good money, but not enough, it's never enough, that's always the attitude I have had. Never, ever enough.

When it was time for lunch, went to some Chinese place. Sam, Frank, And I, Jerry in case I didn't tell you that quite yet. 

I reached into my pocket to get my money, when I found it again. I played and excused myself to the bathroom, when I didn't really have to go, like I often do. There wan nobody inside, so I just took the card out of my pocket and looked at it. It read as follows: Easi (Erotic Arts and Sciences Institute) "Where Casanova became such a legend." Also It gave a phone number, and an adress.

I laughed and thought, 'what a bunch of bullshit', and went back out to join the guys at the table.

"I went to it too," Frank said. "It was amazing, it's like a school/resort. Except you're learning about something you give a damn about, and it's fun. You get there, and right away you're impressed. It's not some piece of sleazy crap. All first class. Once you sign in, you won't go six hour without getting fucked by professional women, who do it for a living. And they're teachers not whores. As you make love to a beautiful women, there are teachers, that tell you what to do. That gives the sex a more public flavor. 

"It all takes place in a huge resort, there are many different people there. They have great restaurants and a world class golf course. It's all very sensual, these women, man, their unbelievable. The teachers tell you what every different women wants, and how to pick up on signals that women are into you. They teach you how to eat pussy, so you will have no trouble getting a date. You'll be famous, these women talk about good fuck.

"Wow, but this amazing service, I'll bet it's not really cheap," I said.

"No, it's not, but it is WELL worth it," He said.

"Well...... absolutely not, I don't need or want that."

"You'll change your mind, there is no doubt, this is to amazing and you know it."

We went back to work, and I had a very distracted afternoon. It was hard to do my work, and I finally admitted to myself that this place seemed amazing. I mean, wow, I had to find out more. So, when I got home, I called over there.

"Hi, I never really called a place like this before, and I don't know what to say. How can I get more information on Easi, do you have a brochure or something?" I asked.

There was a pause and then the receptionist answered me. "We don't offer brochures, but we can give you a free tour of Easi, if you can get here. Mr. Donlason, the owner, is so sure that you will love it there that he actually buys plane tickets for you to come. But of course, after your tour, you must set up an appointment, which will not be free. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, I understand, how soon can I book my flight."

"I can book it now if you wish?"

"Yes, of course, I'll call you back to confirm."

I gave her my number. She called back to confirm my weekend tour.

Once, I told Frank, he was constantly telling me what a good decision I made. It, was Friday, so he wouldn't nag me for a long time. "You won't regret this, once you see it, you'll be going to it every year like I do. I like to call it a "tune up," if you know what mean', he said with smirk.

That night I couldn't sleep very well. I just kept thinking and preparing myself for what to expect. Was Frank really just lying, was it some sleazy hell-hole that only sick pervs go to? Or, was it just how he said, big, clean, beautiful décor, sweet women everwhere, and a great place to learn about sex? Well, if there flying me out there for free, to go on a tour it can't be horrible. I think. It's just a free tour, I'm not spending a penny. I thought those same things over and over again in my mind until I fell asleep.

* * * * *

When they said a plane, I thought they meant a coach seat in American Airlines, not what I got. I got my own private jet. I went inside to see luxurious leather, a stocked refrigerator, and a simply gorgeous woman, just sitting in a seat, kind of out of place. She just smiled at me and started talking.

"In a few hours you will be entering The Erotic Arts and Sciences Institute for your free tour. Mr. Donlason has told me you are to have nothing but the best during your tour. He doesn't do this for everyone, just the ones he likes."

"Jesus," I said, "what did I do to deserve this, he doesn't even know me?"

We spoke little more for the next few minutes, and I got a chance to really look at her. She was beautiful. With blonde hair, great breasts, long, smooth legs, and an ass that could make you faint. She had averagely full lips, small, piercing green eyes, and a very small chin, making her look unique as well as sweet. Overall, a great piece of ass.

After I had my fill of gawking, I looked around the plane. I was sitting in a large black leather chair, seemingly new. There were wooden cabinets, darkly stained, a big screen TV, dark blue plush carpeting. To my left, about 7 feet over there was a small bar, with more alcohol then I would need for a year. She sat on a brown leather 2-piece set, a little bit older than what I was sitting on. I saw a door to go in a bathroom, but decided to talk to the women across from me.

"So, what's your name?" I asked breaking the silence.

"Orion" (pronounced like the telescope manufacturing company), she said quietly.

I thought about asking how she got that name but decided not to get into it. "I'm Jerry."

She shook her head and said, "Oh."

There was another two minute pause, this time she spoke first. "Ok, I usually wait for the guys to start but..... I've never been brought down here to tell guys about Easi without showing them what it is like. You know, to give you a little taste. That's my job, I show people what it's like. Most guys just realize this and start to grope me. But not you, for some reason you're different. Did you not know that all Easi is, is fucking, and learning how to fuck, and that there are no rules?. Never mind, look, do you wanna fuck or no?"

She didn't even wait for a response, she just walked over to me and smiled. She put her arm around me, and smiled again. Looking more beautiful up close, I could no longer control myself. I kissed her deep and long.

"Now, you are getting the hang of it, relax and undress. I'll go put something more....actually something less on. Just wait, I think you'll like it.

She went in the bathroom and I was really in heaven. I knew I was about to fuck a gorgous women. And I got undressed and patiently waited. I couldn't help but have a smile on my face the whole time.

I lay on the 2-piece leather set where she was and waited, not knowing what to expect. When she did come out, I don't think I remembered seeing a more beautiful looking women in all my life. She came out, smiling, in a perfect fitting g-string. White straps going up to meet her panties, light patterns all over her top. You could see the outline of her entire glorious body. Her hair was let down about three inches past her shoulders. Her legs looked more beautiful than ever before. She had enjoyably thick thighs, a flat tummy, breasts just waiting to be licked, and a cute little expression on her face, that showed of happiness and anticipation at the same time.

The Goddess slowly walked over to me. She bowed in front of me, took my hand and kissed it as if I were the women. But I didn't care, that was the least most important thing on my mind.

She leaned over and kissed me, and put her hand on my hard organ. Without any warning said to me, "Jerry, follow me." She took me to room that I never saw before, with a huge bed, it looked to be bigger than any king sized bed I ever saw. I didn't get to see much more because my eyes were glued on Orion.

I took her, and threw her on the bed. She looked at me with pure lust in her eyes as I walked to her. As Orion lay there, I knelt in front of her and undid the straps, as to take off her panties. Her hips instinctively and involuntarily bucked at my touch. To my delightful surprise, her pussy was completely shaven, making smooth and unmarred. I saw her clit, and it was delighted with all the attention.

"Just fuck me, ok honey?" she said quietly. She came on top of me, and straddled my hips. She slowly sunk down on my dick, and as every inch went in her face showed of pleasure. Then, she started her hips in my direction, and smiled down at me. As we fucked, she realized she still had her g-string top on, so she unbuckled her straps, and threw off the top.

I put my hand on her amazing ass, and a tingle went up her spine, she shivered. To my utter disappointment got up. I wasn't disappointed for long though as she turned around, displaying her great ass, just waiting to be fucked. I knew what she wanted me to do.

I crawled over to her and cautiously, slipped my prick in. It slipped in easily as her love juice made for the perfect lube. Even from behind her, I could see a wide smile on her face. Obviously, she loved to ass-fuck, as she leaned back into me as hard as she could. Her body stiffened, her back arched, and she was in pure bliss.

I slipped out and we lay there exhausted, sweating. I looked over at her. She was in a state of complete calm and contentment. Then she looked over at me with her piercing green eyes, and we both laughed.

It stayed that way for a few minutes. Until suddenly I had an Idea. I looked over at the wine, cooling in ice. I got up, took two pieces of ice and put then right in my mouth. She looked over at me and laughed. "What are you doing?" I didn't answer. Her legs far were apart, so I sat between. I took the ice out of my mouth, and went straight for her pussy with my ice-cold tongue! "Holy fuck!, and a few groans later my tongue became warm again.

She let out a little moan, short and sweet. Instead of going straight for her clit, I licked it once every five seconds, to keep it sensitive to my tongues touch. So we started to get into a little rhythm. Every other moment she shuddered, as her hips bucked at me faster. I knew she was approaching crescendo, I took the sign and started to engulf her clit, her hips vibrated toward me. Her face squirmed, she licked her lips as her excitement slowly came to an end.

A few minutes later, we got a message on the intercom saying that the plane is land in fifteen minutes. We quickly got dressed, and headed out to the main room, to have a drink, and calm down before the plane touched down.

"Will I see you again, or what," I asked lightly. 

"Maybe, I won't be the only women you fuck on this trip. If you stay for the full trip, that is. When you go there, you simply don't have a chance. It's to amazing, they'll hypnotize you with how amazing it is. And it really is a place you can't get enough of."

She continued, "Well, you'll see, it's like a club, except it's a school/hotel/expensive whore house/resort/spa/sex haven. It's lots of things, you'll like it."

We sat down as the plane landed. I saw Easi rise out of the trees. It was the most amazing, beautiful place I ever laid eyes on. Crystal clear waters circled the island. White pillars held Easi up. There were several large domes, of which I had no idea what they were used for. To the left of Easi a huge, very expensive looking 18 hole golf course. To the right were a few tennis courts, and next to them was what I guessed to be an Olympic sized swimming pool. Even farther off to the right was a perfect looking beach. We were still far away, but it looked as if it were a nude one. I was going to like it here.

Once the plane stopped I was getting out, and I was greeted by Mr. Donlason himself.

"I trust you had a pleasant journey here, with Orion at you service?" he said smiling.

"Very pleasant, Mr. Donlason."

"Excellent, follow me," he said walking down a path towards Easi.

I followed him. Slowly, I noticed that Orion had disappeared, but I didn't say anything. We walked until we came into the entrance. He opened the large metal door, and I stepped inside.

I entered to see a wide open expanse of a lobby. A huge sculpture/fountain was the centerpiece. The floors had white tiles, shiny and new. To my left there was a piano playing, to my right I saw a huge sofa. It seemed to be made for about 10 people. On the sofa, there were four beautiful women sitting with one man. We continued to walk on through the lobby.

"We have what we like to call 'fun rooms' on each of our 7 levels. I'll take you to one on the first floor. That is where the actual teaching takes place. Follow me."

He took me down a long corridor, furnished with many original paintings and an old Chinese mask that seemed to be authentic.

We came to a clear glass door, which he opened. Inside, I saw quite a sight. A small man was fucking the shit out of a young, black haired women. She seemed to be young, about 22 or so. There were people around with clipboards, watching and telling him what her spots were and how to hit them.

They were on an oriental rug, large and comfortable looking. There was a mirror in front of them so he could see what he saw doing to her. She seemed to be enjoying herself.

We left the room, and then he proceeded in showing me peoples living quarters. He took me to the third floor.

Instead of being like a hotel, it was like each room was a separate house. We stepped inside one such room. It had blue, plush carpeting. Immediately to my left was a bathroom, ahead was the rest of the room.

I went to look inside the bathroom.

"Jesus, this bathroom is bigger than me living room," I said. And it really was. They had blue-plaid pattern for the wallpaper. There were four towel racks, each folded neatly to to the point of being ridiculous. Like some one went around with a measuring tape and made absolutely sure that each fold, each crease was exactly perfect.

The towels themselves looked new, and were an off-white color. The tiles on the floor were blue, I could still smell cleaner that was used on them. Ahead there was a large shower, so big it looked made for more than two.

'I'm looking in the bathroom for too long', I thought, and left. I continued down to the room.

The first thing I noticed was the bed. Notice I say bed, not beds. It was also huge, the same size as the one on the plane. It too looked for more than two people.

"This isn't the whole area, there are other rooms. Follow me," he said. WE went into a rather small room, with a lot of books on the wall, and a large, stained desk. It looked to be made of oak.

"This is the study," he said as he quickly walked through and into another room. I followed.

"This is your living room and kitchen, complete with 64 inch satellite tv and refrigerator. Oh, by the way did I tell you what makes this place different, other than the obvious? After you pay your initial fee of $5000 everything is free. That means golfing, eating, teaching, room service. And you can stay as long as you want. If you stay for the weekend, five grand, the week, five grand, ten minutes, five grand. We cut you off after two months though no one stays that long."

"Do you wish to see more, or have you made your decision Mr. Davison?" 

"How much more could there possibly be?" I asked.

"Well, there's the massage room, our golf course, which can be used for more than just golf. Also we have world class swimming and scuba diving, and an excellent menu."

"Again do you..?"

"No, no I need not see any more. I want to experience this place, it seems amazing. Do you have an opening now, or will I have to wait?"

"Well, first you must pay, we except no checks. Usually, our clients wire the money to the Easi account, which in all honesty is mine."

"I can wire it immediately," I said.

* * * * *

The next few hours were complicated and not of interest. But the outcome is, I got the money wired to his account and my adventure began.

When the whole thing was sorted out it was late to eat, but I haven't eaten anything and was famished. I brought the subject up to Mr. Donlason, who smiled at my asking.

"Yes, of course, I'll get one of my teachers to accompany you. Will you like room service or a restaurant?" he asked.

I wanted to see where the room service would go, so I told him, "room service will be fine." He smiled again, then shook his head.

He instructed me to go up to my room, and wait for a menu and a teacher. I did so. When I got up to my room, I got a chance to really look through it. It really was amazing. There was a phone in each room, and a beautiful sculpture in the study that I hadn't seen before. I was observing it when I got a knock on the door.

When I walked over and open the door, I got a surprise. Standing there in my doorway was an unbelievably beautiful woman. The first thing I noticed about her was her height, she was about 5'10. Like Orion, she had averagely full lips, but she had big brown eyes. To accompany her brown eyes she had brown hair, which was about four inches longer than her shoulders. Medium sized breasts, I guessed small C. My eyes wandered down to her legs. I swear to God, they were longer than mine! They looked so long and smooth I could of fucked her right then and there, no questions asked. But of course, I held back. She was such a sweet.

You may of thought that I was standing there gawking, but the whole process took about 1.5 seconds.

"Come in," I said invitingly.

"I will," she said in a deep voice. But not in a bad deep voice, the kind that makes people seem old. You know the kind. Her voice was soft, smooth, quiet and deep.

She walked past me through the door. I bit my fist, eyebrows high, with a deep smile on my face. But I made it quickly vanish.

She sat down on the leather sofa in the living room, legs crossed. I sat down across from her, on another leather chair. I looked over at her, and she smiled with the cutest little dimples, her eyes getting even bigger.

"So what's your name?" I asked.

"Madeline," she said, continuing to smile.

"I'm Jerry," I said. 

There was about five seconds of no talking, then I said, "I'll get you a menu."

She quickly returned with, "Oh, no thanks I already ate."


EASI



"But I'll feel weird if I eat and you don't."

"I'll just sip wine and pick off your plate." 

"Ok, but I think I'm going to get this big salad."

I got on the phone and ordered it. We sat for a while longer and talked, slowly and with a small but constant smile. We talked of how we got here, and the journey I went through from thinking this place will suck to I'll never leave. She seemed to be very intelligent.

"So, How'd you come to get this job anyway."

"Well, I was at the store, I saw this guy eyeballing me. Nothing new. But then he came over to me, and didn't say a word. He just handed me a card. It said Easi, where Casanova became such legend. What a bunch of bullshit, right. Well, I'm here now. It's that simple."

"I'm not surprised, I didn't take much for me to get here either."

Suddenly I got a knock on the door. We both knew who it was. I answered it, and a very tall man, about 6'5 came to the door. He came in, showed me the salad. I took out my wallet to give him the standard tip.

"No, sir, please, we're not supposed to accept money. Besides, I'm very well paid. Five grand is all you need." With that he left.

I sat on the couch, and started at the salad.

"Gimme a fork, ok," Madeline said. 

So I handed her one, and she took it, and picked up a cherry tomato. She looked right at me as she licked it, long and sweet with her tongue. We both smiled, as she then put the whole thing in her mouth and swallowed it. There was a few little seeds left on her chin.

I bent over and wiped it off with my pinky finger. She leaned towards me and we kissed. Her lips were soft and slightly moist. Slowly, she slipped her tongue in my mouth, and I put mine in hers. She put her hand down on my knee, and moved up . We got up and went in the bedroom.

She backed me up and threw me on the bed. I was still very hungry, but I thought I would get her off first. I unbuckled my pants and she started to strip. She had so many curves, first she took off her top, revealing her breasts. She smiled the whole time, as she took off her blouse, showing me those long, sexy legs, and the classic white cotton panties.

I was getting fully hard, and the tip of my dick was actually sticking out of my briefs. I didn't even want to conceal it. She made me very comfortable. Walking over to me and kissing me again, she leaned over and expected me to take off her bra. I did not disappoint. As I took it off, she licked my ear with her moist tongue. A chill went down my spine.

I unhooked it, and she came back up showing me her perfectly shaped breasts. Meanwhile I took off my shirt, and briefs, leaving me completely naked. She turned around, and picked up her bra, purposely giving me a great look at her ass. It was unbelievable and perfectly shaped, like the rest of her body.

While still bending over, she looked at me looking at her and she said, pointing to her panties, "Oh, did you want these off?" Still bending over, they slowly came off her sweet ass and down to her ankles. She stepped out of them. 

I got up, and walked over to her, hardon still raging. She was looking at my organ as I walked. "Mmmmmmm," she said. I kissed her with slow passion, as my hand wandered down to her pleasure zone. "Uughh," she quietly groaned as two of my fingers reached inside her.

She pushed me away, and walked towards the (as I said before) huge bed. Her naked ass looked scrumptious. She threw off the comforter and it landed on the floor, only the sheets and about five pillows remained. She knelt on the bed, and put up two pillows to rest her head on. So, she turned around and simply lay there waiting to get fucked.

"Well, here I am , pussy dripping for you," she said with half smile and half lust.

I had to look at this for one more second. There she was, in all her beauty, in her perfect body, and she was waiting for me to fuck her. It was quite a sight. She looked so beautiful as she licked her lips and then came to bite them, in anticipation. Her pussy looked warm, tight and inviting. So I walked over and kissed her.

I knelt in front of her and just let my dick slide around on top of her pussy, to really get her going.

"Oh fuck, you can't do that!, put it in!, now!" she screamed.

She took it upon herself, grabbing my ass and forcing me inside. My cock slipped in easily because of her secretions. She was really tight. I had been surprised that she simply shoved me in her, and the expression on her face showed that she was too. She was filled so fast she could do nothing but let out a high pitched yelp. My cock soared in and out of her pussy, slowly as to not stimulate her too much too soon.

I wanted her to turn to jelly in my arms, pleasure washing over her then curling back again. And she did exactly what I wanted. Her head could never stop to rest on the pillow behind it, it constantly moved around.

Some of her hair came to rest on her face, going over her lips and down to her chin. Her beautiful face rocked back and forth with every stroke.

We continued like that until we both got tired of the position. She got on top of me and straddled my cock. Slowly, she sank on to me. I looked up at her and put my hands on her breasts and massaged them. She seemed to love this, her nipples became harder and more erect. Then I looked down towards her pussy and saw her hips bouncing up and down on my cock. Going up, then falling back down again.

She stopped again and decided to do something different to finish each other off. I looked to my left, at the little table on the end of the bed. I saw an unused candle, and some matches. Well, you know what happened. I lit the candle, and looked over at Madeline. She had a look of delight and surprise.

I leaned over and took some of the hot wax and poured it on her tummy and breasts. Her skin shuddered at the extreme sensation. With each drop her skin tensed and then became relaxed. I put one hand down by her pussy and slowly put my middle finger completely inside. So, I began to rub. I looked at her as I still dropped the wax and masturbated her.

She licked her crimson lips, and began to fuck my hand harder. I could see the white, dry wax that had dried on her skin. I let things get a little hotter, until her vibrations became intense, her breath was coarse and ragged. And then I pulled out.

She laughed at the top of her lungs, and her eyes begged me to finish her. I took my pinky finger and made circles around her drenched pussy. Her hips bucked and flew wildly into the air, and then settled again. She took three fingers and jammed them inside her, keeping her hands on mine to keep me from pulling out.

Did you ever watch a woman, I mean really look at a woman's body when she has a huge orgasm. Her knuckles gripped the sheets, and turned white. Her legs stretched out, and her toes point forward. Her tummy tenses up and flexes its muscles. Her face cringes with every stroke, every wave. Her hips buck forward. She screamed at the top of her lungs, moans coming every time she hits my hand. Until finally she begins to calm down, her breathing becomes normal again. Every muscle in her body relaxes, until she is lying there with a wide, sweaty smile on her face.

"Oh, don't think I forgot about you," she said. "Since you literally changed my perception of reality with that fucking unbelievable orgasm, I'll let you do whatever the hell you want me to do, or whatever you want to do to me to get off," she said in a loving tone.

"Well, actually I wanted to cum in your pussy, if that's alright?"

She said nothing, just came on top of me, and slowly sank in. She was extremely wet because of her orgasm. I bucked my hips and pushed in hard until I came bursting up into her pussy. I exploded so much, a little cum dribbled out of her pussy. She put her hand down there and put some of my sticky cum into her mouth, and sucked on her finger.

"Mmmmmmm, tastes soooooo good, damn," she said.

Now that I was returned to a state of normality, my hunger again took hold. I remembered the salad in the living room, so we got dressed and began to eat off the same salad.

We talked about how good each other was, and that we wanted to see each other again.

After we had our fill of salad, I looked at my clock. It was almost two A.M, and we were both tired.

"Well, I guess I'll get going," she said as she got up.

I walked her to the door, and there we stood. I opened the door for her and she looked at me. We kissed long and passionately. As we kissed, I heard her moan, "Mmmmm," in a way that that sounded like before she left she was in the mood for one more good hard fucking.

I closed the door, and backed her up against the wall. I took off my pants, and because she wasn't wearing panties anymore, pushed my prick right in her. She was stuck between the wall and me, her feet were off the ground and her legs were around my waist. I rammed into her over and over again.

This was not the same as before. We made love before. No, this time we fucked. There was too much hunger, we came at each other. We were like animals. No gentleness, just fucking because of the pure physical enjoyment of it.

She was even more vocal than before, her deep voice straining. We both came much more quickly than before. There was no holding back, no pausing to savor the moment. I finally broke through her, and we were finished.

I finally let her out the door. As she was walking down the hall, I couldn't help but notice the smile radiating off her face. And her cute little dimples.

* * * * *

The next morning I woke up at about 10:30, and ordered breakfast.

While I was waiting, I noticed another thing. There was no knock on my door for housekeeping, but when I returned, I always saw that they cleaned it. Weird.

"Room service," a woman voice spoke from behind the door.

I opened the door, "Hi, now is it true that we're not supposed to give you guys a tip?"

"Yes, we get paid very well."

She walked in the room, and rolled the cart by the sofa. "Will you be needing anything else?" she asked.

"Not right now, but maybe later."

"Ok, enjoy." And with that she left the room. I knew that if I wanted to, I could of fucked her right then and there. She wouldn't of objected. But I decided to wait, at least for a little while.

As I ate my omelet, and watched the end of "Divorce Court," I got another knock on the door. 

This time, it was Mr. Donlason himself. He was fully dressed to play 18 holes of golf.

"Well, my boy, are you ready to get walloped?!" he said enthusiastically.

"But I didn't bring my clubs."

"Oh but you won't be needing them, we have titanium clubs waiting for you in the Clubhouse. You have your choice of either Big Bertha or Titleist. However most choose Big Bertha. What shoe size do you use?"

"I usually take size 12, are these shoes new or..," the he stopped me.

"My boy, we have nothing less than the best here, anything other than new wouldn't be my style. I'll let you get dressed and get ready. By the way, take an some extra clothes, I'll be taking you to some other places after I beat you."

I went into the bathroom and got dressed. When I got out, I saw Mr. Donlason waiting at the door.

"Well, c'mon lets get a move on. Our reservations are at 11:15."

We walked out of the room, and took the elevator down to the basement level. That's where the cars were. The basement was well-lit, and it was easy to find a car. We found Mr. Donlason's Black Cadillac, in a corner, that said reserved parking.

I stepped in the passenger side. Leather, CD, what you expect. Mr. Donlason had done quite well for himself. We drove up a tunnel and into the late morning sunlight.

I typical Hawaii road. Except we were nowhere near Hawaii. We were on the west coat of the U.S. Palm trees growing, the sun heated the ground. A few farmers collecting crops. 

We drove about 2 miles when we came to what looked to be Pebble Beach. But, it was Mr. Donlason's private course.

I had my shoes on and was ready to play. And so we did. It's not very interesting, just golf. I was down 2 strokes after nine, and we went to the clubhouse to relax.

We sat down at the bar, and both ordered a Brandy.

"So, I trust Madeline was to your liking?"

"Oh, yes, she was very..... nice"

"Excellent, if there is anything, anything at all that is not to your liking, tell me. And I will do what I can." 

"Tell me, have you ever been to a costume party?"

"Yes, once when I was six."

"Well, this is more of an adult costume party." 

"Adult?"

"Yes, It's very interesting, but you'll have to see for yourself."

"I'm just going to come right out and say what I think. Is this some costume party, inspired by Eyes Wide Shut? Everybody fucking? Am I right?"

"Slightly, except no one fucks until they earn it."

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Easier Not To Notice



"So, everyone in this room is disease free?" Danny stirred something.

"Well, at least all the guys are." Angela bounced a leg on an armrest of the couch. "I haven't been willing to go with out sex long enough for the test to be completely accurate, but at least I know I didn't have any STDs 3 months ago." She stretched and wiggled her toes. "Between Jason going without for about 4 months now, and our resident celibate sex god, I think I get to be dubbed a virgin by default."

Danny wandered away from dinner briefly. "I don't think it works that way, you'd need to at least do some community service."

"You could give blow job classes down at the community center. Pass your years of experience on to the next generation." All present with a Y chromosome snickered.

"If anyone should be giving lessons it's Danny."

"Why's that?" Jason got plates out, and anticipated a story.

"Danny is very skilled with his mouth, speaking of which, I saw Thomas the other day." Angela snickered from the couch, rolling her blonde head up to survey her friends from an upside-down angle.

"Who's Thomas?" Jason set the table for the usual late Thursday dinner at Danny's. It was only three of them tonight, using it as an excuse to celebrate negative test results all around. Earlier he had wished for Angela to come down with a violent attack of diarrhea so he could be alone with Danny. She was always fun to be around and he actually was glad to have her there, but his crush on Danny was beyond morals.

"Is dinner done yet?" Angela changed the direction of her voice. "Thomas is the man Danny made gay." She strut towards the table and sat. Jason choked on the wine half way down his throat.

"I did not make him gay!" Danny countered from the stove. "It's almost done. You pour orange juice for me?"

"Yes." She turned to Jason, who was having difficulty remembering how to breathe. "I suppose he didn't technically make Thomas gay. He just made him bi."

"How?"

Angela grinned and took a long drink. "Well-"

"Well," Danny arrived with dinner and cut her off, "Angela's full of shit, along with a wide variety of bodily fluids." He served them each. "That boy was bi long before I got to him." Danny wiggled his eyebrows and sat down.

"Agreed. But you made him realize it." She took a few bites. "You're like a sexual Buddha."

"That doesn't make sense some how."

"I thought you were straight?" Jason speared some food and waited anxiously for the answer.

Danny shook his head and swallowed a lump of bread. "No, bi."

"Can I pleeeeeeeeaaase tell the story?" Angela whined with the effectiveness of no other grown woman on the planet.

"Fine, fine."

Jason chewed quietly as possible so to not miss a word.

"When Danny and I lived in New York we would go to this one club pretty regular. The name changed three times but it was pretty much the same place. So we were there and I had brought my frat boy of the week."

"She had a thing for working her way through fraternities." Danny raised the wine bottle at Jason, who nodded and received his second glass. "She was one of the rewards for surviving pledging."

"Any way," Angela made an expression that implied a mental note was being taken to schedule slapping Danny later, "I wasn't serious about him or anything, just something to play with. There's one corner of the club that has couches and's quieter, where you can actually hear each other talk. We started getting into sexual orientation saying that no one is completely straight or gay, that for everyone there's an exception to the rule." Angela paused to actually eat something. Jason finished his second glass and got a third. The table would hide any reaction he may have to the story, but a little chemically induced impotence couldn't hurt, not that he'd ever had enough alcohol for that to happen. Danny stayed quiet and stared at the table a great deal.

"So the frat boy went on an on: I'm not gay, I'm straighter than a ruler, and so on. He wasn't an asshole or homophobic or anything, he just believed it despite the fact he almost stared at guys more than I do." Jason snorted; a few bits of food flew out. 

"The voyeur in me suggests, 'If you're so straight you should be able to make out with a guy and not get a hard on.' He's just drunk or stupid enough, I can't remember which, that not only did he agree to it, but I got to pick the guy. I picked Danny, who agreed willingly."

Danny's face pinked a little and he glanced up sheepishly from his plate.

"So I set the rules. Make out for 5 minutes, and Danny was not to touch him below the waist, or play with his nipples or anything like that."

Jason shifted in his chair, the alcohol wasn't helping. He tried to hide his envy of someone he'd never met getting 5 minutes of touching Danny's mouth.

"They both agreed. Danny had to start, but within a minute Thomas was kissing back and pulling Danny closer to him, breathing getting all heavy. I think there may have been grinding."

Danny's face got redder.

"After the 5 minutes, Danny, being the sober one, breaks the kiss and wanders off. Thomas, after a minute or so of shock, ran after him."

"He didn't run." Danny started picking up the plates.

"Like hell. He spilled at least 3 drinks on the way. He must've spent half the night looking for you."

"Did he find you?" Jason swallowed the last of his wine.

"I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that it may incriminate me." Danny was undeniably red as he sat back down.

"But I can." Angela raised her hand and grinned. Danny buried his head in his hand, smiling. "I went looking for him to tell him I was leaving; he was lying on a couch with the back of Thomas's head covering his crotch." Angela thumped the table with her hand. "And now he hasn't had sex for at least a year because of some regained interest in monogamy. What a waste of talent."

"I'll be back in a sec." Danny wandered in the direction of the bathroom. Jason examined every muscle in his body. Danny had a medium build, but very toned; even through the t-shirt, the long-sleeve undershirt, and the baggy jeans Jason could see it. He'd look like a Greek god if his black hair didn't stick out so much.

Once Danny was out of sight Angela leaned over the table and whispered to Jason, "He's got a crush on you, you know."

"What?" Jason ripped his gaze from where his punk-architect-Greek god had been.

"He's got a real bad crush on you." Angela held herself as if she were imparting military secrets. "You're gonna crash here right, it's closer to your school than your place, and you've had a little too much wine."

Jason nodded.

"After I go, make a point of standing really close to him and watch how he reacts. Make an excuse to touch him. Hug him or something I don't know. I bet he tenses up, as if he doesn't like it, but that he won't pull away."

"But…"

"You've seen how he is when people he doesn't like touch him, he moves away or won't let them. And if that's what happens you can blame it on the wine. But he does have a crush on you." Angela smiled and stood up from the table. "And if I'm right I want to know every little detail tomorrow." She leaned back and rose from the table. "I gotta go. I have to be up early tomorrow!" She yelled it so Danny could hear.

He came bounding in from the bathroom and gave her a hug and a kiss before she left. "You staying here tonight Jas?"

Jason nodded, still in shock.

"Take the bed. I'll sleep on the couch." He started doing the dishes.

Jason stood up. There wasn't much to loose in at least trying Angela's experiment. He'd never let himself touch or be too physically close to Danny for long amounts of time. He'd thought Danny was straight and hadn't wanted the hard on he got just about every time he was around him to be noticed. He walked over and stood close enough to smell Danny. "You do that every time. It's your bed, you should sleep in it."

Danny stiffened and his washing slowed. He had to swallow before he spoke. "You have to get up before I do." He turned around to face Jason, but made no attempt to push him away. Their faces were only an inch apart. "Besides you're the guest."

"How'd you get suds on your neck?" Jason reached up and slowly rubbed them off.

Danny sucked in a breath when Jason touched him and closed his eyes.

Jason took a step back and watched Danny let go of the breath. "You got something I can borrow to sleep in.?"

"Yeah, same as always." Danny swallowed again and stole a few looks into Jason's face. "I'll change and put it on the bed for ya." He glanced back as he went.

Jason covered his mouth with his hand. He couldn't be seeing this. There's no way that just happened.

Danny made himself take a few deep breaths. Jason's a little drunk that's all, it doesn't mean anything. He took out the t-shirt and sweats Jason slept in when ever he stayed over. Danny never wore them so they always smelled like Jason. Danny inhaled and gave his crotch a squeeze. He looked down. "Damn. Maybe he won't notice."

Jason bit his lip as Danny walked back in only wearing the loin cloth-like thing he slept in. It came down to his knees, but because of how it was held up it just barely covered his rear and crotch. Jason thought he saw a bulge before he dragged his eyes away from Danny's crotch. Danny only ever went without a shirt around people he knew. His chest was covered with large angry scars left over from a less than peaceful childhood, and his arm had a lot too from where Danny had expressed his unhappiness as a teenager. The whole time Danny told had told Jason about it he couldn't look at Jason. At the end of the story Jason had stroked his hair and whispered to him, "I'm sorry." Danny broke down and clung to Jason sobbing. The idea of Danny crying was unreal to him; Danny was the strongest person he'd ever known. It made Danny more human, and made Jason's crush on him that much worse. Angela had seen the scars, but she didn't know why they were there. Danny had said, "She's not good with depressing stuff." They never talked about it. It was only important that Jason knew and that Danny had told him.

Now or never. "Thanks." Jason threw his arms around Danny and hugged him close. Jason felt Danny's body tense in his arms then relax.

God, it was too much to control it any more. Danny hugged Jason closer. It all felt too good to stop. He wanted to just stay like that forever. He felt Jason start to pull away and his body took over. Danny pulled him back in and kissed him urgently on the mouth. They held each other tight, hands roaming everywhere. Jason could feel Danny's erection press against his own. Danny broke the kiss and jumped back. Both of them were breathing heavily.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have… I'm sorry." Danny looked at the floor and rocked a little back and forth. "I'm sorry… I'm…I'm gonna go to bed." He lay down on the couch with out another word or looking at Jason.

Jason walked to the bedroom in a daze, the taste of Danny's tongue still in his mouth. He changed into the t-shirt and baggy sweatpants. The bed smelled like Danny. He buried his face in one of the pillows and inhaled deeply. He started grinding his pelvis into the covers. He walked back to the living room. He straddled Danny's stomach. Danny stared up at him, his breathing stopped. "What just happened, Danny?"

He looked everywhere Jason wasn't, tried to avoid the question but there was no point in denying it. "I've had a crush on you for a while now, a real bad, throbbing crush. But I didn't think you'd want me." He had to stare at the wall just so he could form the words. "I thought I'd loose you even as a friend if I told you, so I-"

"Not want you?" Jason shook his head. "I've had a crush on you since we met. I end up with a hard on almost every time I talk to you. I've fantasized about you more times than I can count. I'd rather be with you than anywhere else…" Danny reached up and caressed his face, grinning. "I'm in love with you."

"Same here."

Jason pulled Danny up to him and kissed deeply, petting Danny's tongue with his own. Danny pulled down on him by the t-shirt. Jason stopped himself from grinding into Danny's crotch and with effort broke the kiss. "Isn't there an absurdly large bed in the other room? With pillows and blankets and stuff like that?" Jason bit his lip, his eyes glowing down at the man he'd loved for so long and finally got to touch.

"Yes." Danny smirked and suddenly sat up, Jason still in his lap. "But I have a better idea." He gently got up from the couch. His crotch was at the same height as Jason's face. Jason reached for the bulge between Danny's legs, but Danny caught his hand. "I'm going to take a shower. So if you want to find me, that's where I'll be." He lightly kissed the palm of Jason's hand and swaggered off.

"You just want to tease the hell out of me don't you?" Jason laughed, staying on the couch long enough to witness Danny walking away, in specific his ass. He waited a moment, still not completely believing all this was real, but decided it didn't matter and ran to the bathroom. Danny had designed the apartment building he lived in and decreased his fee on the condition he would own one of the apartments, and get first pick. The shower was the best example of this. It wasn't so much a shower as a small room completely covered in tile, missing a wall, and with water spraying from 7 different directions. Jason shivered a little at the bathroom door. There was no shower curtain; the water was aimed in a way that made it unnecessary. He opened the door. Jason's mouth watered. There was Danny, wet and soaping himself in the shower. He looked up when he heard the door.

He looked Jason straight in the eyes and slowly soaped his cock. "Do you need a shower?"

Jason nodded slowly. "You have no idea how badly I need a shower."

Danny put the soap down and walked to Jason, dripping water everywhere. He lifted up the only shirt in the room. Jason raised his arms and watched where Danny threw it. Danny ran his wet hands down Jason's chest achingly slow. He massaged Jason's chest, rubbing the nipples with his thumbs as he passed. Jason moaned and twitched, getting louder as he watched Danny kneel down. Soon the sweat pants were kicked to the side. Once free, Jason's cock stuck out almost perpendicular to his body.

Danny took a few deep breaths. Damn, Jason was beautiful. He kissed Jason inside his thigh; licking, sucking, nibbling. He felt Jason's balance waver so he took hold of his ass to steady him, among other reasons.

Jason groaned loudly and ran a hand through Danny's hair. He closed his eyes. If it's not real he didn't care, it was the best dream he'd ever had. Jason felt a sudden hard suck at the base of his dick and jerked his eyes open. "Aaaaah God!" His body thrust towards Danny.

Danny took Jason's entire cock in one go, and then slowly pulled his mouth off it, sucking as he went. On the other side of Jason he slipped one wet finger into his ass, pressing it in as far as it would go then withdrawing it just as slowly as his mouth. On his third pass of this he could feel Jason tighten, seconds away from an orgasm. He backed away and stood up.

"Ooooh, God damn you!" Jason still shook from Danny's skills.

"You still need a shower." Danny grinned and pulled him into the still running shower.

"That's not all I need."

Danny picked up the soap and bent Jason over so he could hold onto the bar with his butt sticking out. "A very extensive shower." He nudged Jason's legs further apart with his foot. Jason's moan was drowned out by the water. Danny soaped and caressed Jason's cheeks, biting his lip each time he felt Jason arch into his hands. He rinsed off the soap and began pumping 2 fingers in and out of Jason's ass. Jason started shaking hard. He wanted Danny's dick, need it. He didn't care where, he needed to touch it. The fingers in his ass sped up.

"Aaaaaaah, please Danny!" Jason screamed over the water.

Danny slowed his hand and leaned down to Jason's ear. "I'll go find a condom."

Jason pushed back hard into Danny's hand pushing his fingers further in. "We both tested negative." Jason panted a little and squeezed his muscles around the fingers. "We can go with out and still be safe." He tried to take more of Danny into him. "Please…" Jason could barely stand. His dick was so hard it hurt. He needed release. He needed Danny.

Danny removed his fingers, barely able to keep any kind of control watching Jason moaning and pushing back to keep Danny's fingers in him as long as possible. Danny leaned in, kissed the back of Jason's neck and slowly worked the head of his cock into Jason's willing anus. They were both shaking now. Danny closed his eyes and rammed the rest of his rod into Jason. He thrust as fast as he could right off, unwilling to wait any longer. Jason pushed back against him just as hard. Their moans and grunts were in unison and growing louder.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaah!" Jason's voice echoed in the shower as he added his own fluid to the water circling the drain. Danny gave one last thrust and added his own echoes. He fell onto Jason, rested a little, washed them both off, and turned off the water. Jason staggered out and landed on the toilet. Danny moved out very slowly and leaned on the counter. Jason caught his breath first and grinned. "I really needed that shower." They both laughed. "I think I'm going to need a lot more showers." Jason willed himself to stand and dry himself off. Danny watched happily and let his legs regain some strength. Danny's eyes on him suddenly made Jason shy. It embarrassed and exhilarated him to be studied so openly. Jason began to dry Danny, who sighed and melted under Jason's hands.

"Jas, you'll probably want to call in sick tomorrow." Danny opened an eye and looked down at Jason.

"Why?" Jason rubbed the towel down Danny's legs, having to swallow when he saw Danny's penis start to harden again.

Danny opened the other eye. "Are you ready to go to sleep?"

Jason felt himself begin to rekindle. "No."

"Then you'll want to call in sick."

"It's the last day before a week vacation."

"Do you want your students asking why you're walking funny?"

Jason snorted out a laugh. "I'll call now and leave them a message." Jason rose from the floor. "There's a phone in the bedroom right?"

"Yup."

Jason waited through the rings. Danny helped pass the time by licking and sucking on Jason's nipples. "Hi it's Jason I…" Jason let go a sigh as Danny's hand ran up his thigh. "I've thrown up a few times and I'm still not feeling too well so…" Danny kissed Jason's neck. "I'm gonna stay home and not spread whatever…" A hand reached between Jason's legs. "This is to everyone at school. Bye." Jason grabbed Danny and fused their lips together, then playfully beat him into submission. Sitting on top of Danny Jason took a victory kiss from him. "I hope they don't send me a get well card." They chuckled and held each other. "Danny?" There was a contented grunt in response. "Why would you think I wouldn't want you, wouldn't be attracted to you?"

"I'm not exactly pretty?"

Jason sat up and looked down at Danny. What was wrong with this man's eyes? "How can you…but…loin cloth…" Jason's gaze drifted to the scars on Danny's body. "Do you mean these?" He leaned down and kissed one of the scars on Danny's chest. "And these?" He kissed up the arm covered in scars. "It's part of you. That's the only way I care about it at all." 

Danny's other arm draped over his eyes. He felt Jason tug on it. He resisted, but it didn't take long for his wet face to be revealed. He turned away from Jason.

Jason took Danny's chin in his hand and gently kissed the tears off his face. In the morning Jason found himself laying on top of Danny. Danny's body was the most comfortable bed in the universe; they should sell beds shaped like his front. In his haze of comfort he recognized the sound of his cell ringing. Jason found his pants and fished it out. 




Easier Not To Notice



"Was I right?"

"I have never been so glad to have you be right."

"So, give me details."

Danny snuck up from behind and kissed Jason on the neck.

"That'll have to wait…" Jason was rendered unable to speak briefly giving Angela's dirty imagination time to work itself into overdrive. "I have to go participate in more details."

Before he hung up he heard Angela ask, "Can I watch at least?"



Easily Distracted



 All characters are over 21 years old.

*****

As soon as Missy entered her apartment she lifted her skirt and ran her fingers over the front of her panties- extending them downward to cup her Venus Mound and the front of her pussy. Her panties were everyday cotton but the fabric was thin enough to reveal the smoothness of the newly waxed skin below rather than the unevenness of the hair to which she'd been accustomed. She toyed with the area through her panties as she reflected on being thirty years old- she'd had pubic hair since childhood. When had she first noticed her pubic hair? She'd never paid any attention to her Venus Mound or pussy in her early teen years so the hair seemed as if it had always been there. Well, it was gone now and wouldn't be back for several weeks or maybe never if her boyfriend, Bill, had his way.

Missy dropped the hem of her skirt but only so that she could unzip the side of the tight skirt and remove it. Her panties went next. She took a few seconds to touch her naked flesh- the first contact feeling like a mild electric shock. Her fingers had never touched this area of skin before; there'd always been a layer of hair holding her fingers off. She didn't have much time and needed to shower. Of course, this would also give her an even better opportunity to inspect her newly waxed pubic area. The waxing had hurt less than she'd expected but now she had to adjust to the new feeling of being hairless. She'd been very conscious of her pubic area on the 2 block walk from the salon to the apartment but guessed that might have been more in her mind than any physical difference. Touching herself in the shower was going to be her first real tangible confirmation of her new nudity.

As she walked toward the shower Missy hesitated before the full length mirror and explored herself with the pads of her fingers. She checked out how her Mound looked in the mirror. The absence of hair on her Mound probably wouldn't be that obvious to anyone but herself but she felt more naked than she'd ever been before. She scanned the image of her body from her head to her knees and pushed her chest out while angling her legs to strike a sexy pose. She smiled- concluding that she was definitely hot. The waxed pussy area took away her prior innocent look and made her look sexually available- or at least that's what she thought in her ten second self- assessment. She found her new look sexy and was aroused at thinking of herself that way. Remembering that she couldn't linger at the mirror Missy was soon in the shower and lathering her upper body with shower gel.

Rubbing the slick gel over her large tits only added to her arousal. She was proud of her breasts; they'd always been larger than any of her friends' and she was very used to having men hit on her because of them. They felt great when she fondled them and her arousal increased as her slippery hands slid over them. Her nipples were rock hard and obviously very pleased to have her fingers teasing them. A shiver of arousal ran through her as her nipples and pussy communicated. Missy wondered if she could bring herself off by just playing with her nipples. It had happened once when a boyfriend had played with her tits but only that one time. There was no time today but she resolved to experiment soon. 

Her slippery hand dropped to her pussy and she slid her fingers over her totally smooth Mound and pussy in a sexual manner for the first time. She explored- moving her fingers all over the area- enjoying the smooth curves of her Mound and outer lips. She felt very good to the touch with the slippery gel eliminating most of the friction. Her Mound was very exposed and seemed to invite attention. She wondered if she'd be too self- conscious to shower at her gym. Would other women come on to her? She was probably over reacting. She'd noticed several other women with no pubic hair or a provocative landing strip. In fact, she'd found it difficult not to stare but she'd always tried to be subtle and never talked to the women nor otherwise revealed her interest. Others might now act that way with her- silently staring at her Mound with curiosity or perhaps even lust. That was hot. She was sure they wouldn't actually say or do anything but it was exciting to think they might notice her body for the first time.

She pulled her hand away from her intimate area and resumed her normal shower routine. She concluded her thoughts of the locker room were grossly exaggerated. She'd get used to her new look and the other women would ignore her as they'd always done. In any case, she had a more immediate new experience to face.

Bill was meeting her in 30 minutes in front of the apartment and bringing her to some mad scientists who made high tech bras. Bill was obsessed with her breasts and this was his latest kinky idea. He'd previously bought her skimpy bras, push up bras, bras with cut outs for her nipples, tight corsets and various nipple toys. He'd now heard about some new kind of personalized bras and was willing to pay the ridiculously high cost of getting bras custom made for her. She'd agreed to cooperate but was far from pleased with the whole idea.

As she understood it her breasts were going to be scanned and their exact size and shape fed into a computer. She didn't know whether to expect some lecherous nerds in a garage or highly professional scientists working in a sterile lab. It unnerved her that Bill didn't know much more than she about the people who would be scanning her. They'd learned about the new bras from the owner of a lingerie store but they didn't know her beyond making some purchases in the shop. She was definitely nervous about the scanning but she'd agreed and would see it through.

Following her shower Missy dried off and got dressed. Following Bill's directive she wore no bra since anything tight around her breasts might leave indentations in the flesh that would distort the scan. She'd matched a short skirt with a cotton blouse that buttoned down the front. She knew the blouse would have to come off and wondered if she'd be wearing a hospital gown for the scan or if it required her to be topless. As she walked down two flights of stairs in her building her large breasts bounced obscenely under her blouse. Her breasts were between a C and D cup- depending on the manufacturer. She'd never touched another woman but somehow she felt her tits were softer and more subject to bouncing and swaying than those of other women. As a result she always wore a bra and except when indulging Bill her bras were designed for good support rather than sex appeal. In her mind leaving the apartment without a bra was very close to going topless. She was going to have to walk a little slower when people were around if she didn't want them to stare at her moving blouse.

Having had full breasts from age 13 Missy was well aware of how they moved and changed shape as her body moved. She didn't understand how a scan could be made of her breasts in any particular position that would be correct for another but was willing to assume the scientists had understood that basic issue. She didn't need to fully understand the process. As she saw it her role was to stand still and allow a computer to digitally feel her up and make an intimate garment to suit her unique breasts. It all seemed rather invasive but it was what Bill wanted and the edginess was strangely arousing.

Arriving at the street, Missy was pleased to see Bill's car standing only about 150 feet down the curb near a bus stop. She started to walk briskly toward him but then slowed as she became self-conscious. Not having her sturdy bra holding her in place made a big difference. The sway of her breasts definitely reflected her walking speed; her blouse looked like a small animal was trying to escape when she rushed. At a slower pace her tits moved but the blouse hid most of the motion. There were no less than half a dozen men waiting for the bus and several of them had already noticed her approaching. She imagined their eyes were already boring through her blouse and enjoying her unfettered breasts. It might be just her imagination but it certainly felt as if she was the star in a porn movie.

As Missy passed the men and got closer to the car she could feel the blush in her cheeks. It was arousing to know she was bra-less just a few feet away from the men. Her nipples were undoubtedly hard and begging to be noticed but she dared not look down; that would just call attention to herself. She had to walk as if everything was completely routine. She guessed there was at least one of the men who'd caught the motion of her tits and was staring at them with full knowledge she was bra-less but she kept her eyes focused on Bill's car. As she reached the passenger side door Missy took a deep breath before reaching for the handle. She knew she was being overly dramatic but it felt as if she'd just carried a raw steak past a pride of lions.

Once in the car Missy relaxed. She leaned over the console to kiss Bill and he leaned in to meet her. Bill's eyes dropped to her chest and he said, "I'm glad you remembered not to wear a bra."

Missy gave him a frustrated, "Right." In reply to his puzzled look she explained briefly how embarrassed she'd been on the walk to the car. Bill listened and had an irritating small grin on his face. He then assured her that her blouse was rather loose and did an excellent job of concealing her breasts. The conversation ended as Bill focused on merging into the traffic.

Once on their way Bill asked, "So, how does your pussy feel?"

"Very exposed, vulnerable, and somewhat moist. I certainly didn't enjoy the waxing but I've found the result rather arousing ever since I left the salon. I really enjoyed touching my hairless Venus Mound for the first time and staring at it in the mirror. I would have orgasmed in the shower if I hadn't been in a rush to meet you. I guess we could say you already owe me an orgasm- and considering the pain I had probably some nice jewelry or something else, too"

"I can't wait to see and touch you without hair. I'm expecting us to both enjoy your new exposure. Removing the hair makes your sex more accessible and ready for my attention. The idea that at my request you're keeping yourself ready for me is also arousing. I can't wait to explore you with my fingers and mouth and making you cum. I think you're going to love how it feels to be nude. I'll give you your orgasm as soon as I can."

Missy squirmed a little and said, "Well, so far I think you were probably right about getting rid of the hair. I'm feeling very naughty and sexy. I'm looking forward to your attention to my sexual needs."

Changing the subject to the point of their drive Bill told Missy he'd done some research on the company they were visiting. He said it seemed reputable- having received some mention in the financial press for its scientific discoveries. There were patent applications pending for several of the techniques and materials the company had developed. They'd be visiting a suburban office park- not a seedy inner city neighborhood. 

Missy replied, "I appreciate your assurances but you're the one 'visiting'. I'm going to be the one who is half- naked and the subject of an intimate groping by strangers- both human and electronic." 

Bill sheepishly acknowledged that his role was less intimate but he again stressed that the company was a high tech firm- not a sex store. He said, "I'm not trying to be a perv. Your breasts are fantastic. You've said bras don't always fit you well. I'm trying to pamper your breasts- cradling them in a bra that's been custom fitted and made just for you. Obviously, I love the idea that the fabric will be thinner and perhaps leave you a little more easy to grab and feel but the bras are supposed to be comfortable and as close to 'perfect' as you can get."

Missy snickered and said, "Right. You're only thinking of my comfort. I still remember how 'comfortable' it was to wear a tight corset out to dinner."

As they approached the address they'd been given Missy felt the single story industrial style office building didn't look very high tech. In fact, the outside of the building looked tired and out of date. Nonetheless, as Bill had said, the neighborhood wasn't threatening. The grass was cut and there were even some flowers blooming along the short sidewalk leading to the door.

They parked and walked toward the front of the building. Missy blushed as she realized her breasts weren't bouncing as she walked toward the door; her fear had slowed her pace to that of a turtle. Bill touched her arm and nudged her forward saying, "No one is going to hurt you. We're just exploring a new way to display your beautiful breasts. If it's creepy inside we can leave but give it a chance."

On entering the lobby Missy was immediately relieved to find a bright modern space with a sleek reception's desk staffed by a well-dressed young woman. The receptionist promptly checked her computer and was polite in greeting Missy by name since they'd arrived just on time for her appointment. Before Missy or Bill could sit the receptionist was escorting them into another room which was also nicely furnished. A second woman was introduced to Missy as Ms. Stark, and identified as 'one of our technical advisors.' Ms. Stark stood, greeted Bill and Missy and asked them to sit.

With a few minutes of small talk Ms. Stark attempted to relax Missy. She suggested that she explain a little of the Company's process, answer any questions Missy might have and enter her client information in the Company's system. 

As the woman spoke Bill tried to discretely check out her chest- silently wondering to himself if she was wearing one of the company's bras. It was difficult to get a good look at her breasts since she was wearing a suit jacket but the shell she had on under the jacket was form fitting and gave hints of a nicely rounded rack. Bill caught himself and stopped staring before the woman caught him but he knew his eyes would take a few more chances before they were done.

Ms. Stark said, "What we do here is not for everyone. It's very expensive which I believe was mentioned when you made your appointment. I'm talking about a bra that costs about $1000." Ms. Stark paused as she waited for some indication from Bill or Missy that the cost was understood.

Bill said, "The cost isn't an issue."

"Okay. Well as I assume you know our company uses high tech scanning and manufacturing to make personalized bras. As I said, it's expensive. The first one involves the scanning and digital set up in the computer so it costs $1000. Additional bras using the same data cost $500. We suggest a new scan if you gain or lose a lot of weight but otherwise the scanned data should be good for several years. In other words, you can buy new bras at the $500 price."

Bill was impatient with the focus on money and said, "As I said the cost isn't a problem. We're very interested but do you have samples? I'm not going to spend a Thousand bucks for an everyday, utilitarian bra. It will have to be somewhat sexy to capture my interest."

"Of course. I understand. Let me show you a fabric sample and some digital photos."

Ms. Stark opened a file on her laptop and gestured to a remote screen that was apparently linked to the laptop. She pulled a 6" by 6" square of gossamer thin fabric from a drawer and handed it to Bill as she directed his attention to a slide show on the screen. As Bill fingered the thin fabric he and Missy watched close-up images of several models wearing different bras. Bill was struck by the pictures; in each the bra was so thin and fit so perfectly that the model appeared almost naked. Some of the models had small breasts and others were well endowed; every bra seemed to fit the wearer perfectly. The various bra styles exposed more or less flesh but each seemed to fit the model's breasts like a second skin while magically giving them the support of a bra. He was particularly struck by one bra that seemed no thicker than the others while pushing the model's breasts up and in dramatically with delicious cleavage. That would be much sexier on Missy than the heavily padded push up bras she'd worn in the past. He was sold.

Ms. Stark explained, "My bosses are mad scientists. They'd developed a methodology to combine 3D scans and computer guidance with modern molding to create custom bras. The materials they use are new technology with differing strength and stretch so the molded bra can offer extra lift under the breasts without any bulk. They feel like fabric but they're actually a secret formula composite.

The woman's breasts are scanned from several angles and the computer analyzes the data to create the perfect bra in digital form. Implicit in the word 'perfect' is a fit like skin and varying stretch and strength in the several surface areas of the bra. Under the breast there's obviously more of a need for strength than on the top. For the 'push up' effect there's extra strength added to the lower side areas and so on. The computer then controls a molding machine that creates a virtually seamless bra using different materials in the several parts of the bra so the finished bra is perfect for the woman. The differing styles come from how the computer is programmed."

Bill was obviously sold on the process. He loved the idea of Missy's tits being cradled in such a thin fabric. Adding the seamless aspect and the ability to create cleavage without bulky pads gave the process incredible potential. Of course, the cost would limit the market for the resulting bras but fortunately Missy's tits weren't on a budget. Bill could easily afford to buy her a drawer full of the bras. As he visualized Missy wearing such thin bras Bill realized his cock was getting hard. He tried to shift his mental focus and turned to Missy saying, "Well, I'm sold. I assume you're still with me and we can proceed."

Missy blushed and replied, "I'm still embarrassed at the idea of being scanned but yes, I'm still with the program. The bras certainly seem to fit well." She looked up at Ms. Stark and said, "What's the next step?"

Ms. Stark assured her that the scanning was done by an all- female staff of well trained technicians. While there was some intimate touching involved the whole process was very professional and less invasive than getting fitted for a regular bra in a retail boutique. Missy was visibly relieved to hear there would be no men involved. Ms. Stark noticed her reaction and smiled; she'd seen the same reaction before but not always at the same point in her comments. It seemed that each woman had a particular fear- once that was addressed the person relaxed. Ms. Stark told Missy some basic information was needed for the file and proceeded to ask questions and input the responses. The questions ranged from billing address to very personal ob-gyn issues. 

When the subject turned to the bra styles to be purchased Missy looked at Bill. He said he felt two push -up models- one in black and one in nude were the basics he had in mind. He struggled to remember the name of the other style he wanted Missy to have and with some prompting recalled the term 'demi-cup'. Again, he thought one each in black and nude should be included. Ms. Stark noted the selections. Missy blushed as she pictured her tits being displayed in the sexy styles Bill had picked. With the ultra- thin fabric of the bras she thought she'd feel naked.

After a few seconds at her computer Ms. Stark announced they were done and stood up. She escorted Missy to a changing room and directed Bill to a separate waiting room telling him the whole process would take 30 to 45 minutes. Missy was told to strip to her panties and put on the hospital gown hanging on the wall with the opening to the front.

After changing into the lightweight gown Missy was brought into the scanning room. It was stark white and seemed strikingly similar to a hospital diagnostic lab as several pieces of large electronic machinery dominated the room. There were two young women in the room busy in getting the equipment ready for use. They introduced themselves as Susie and Mary. Mary gestured to Missy indicating that she should stand in a red circle marked on the floor. Missy awkwardly moved to the one foot diameter circle and tried to center her feet within the marking- only to realize she didn't know which direction she should be facing- being centered perfectly wouldn't be worth much if her back was facing the scanner. She decided she best wait for further instructions.




Easily Distracted



Mary came up behind Missy and touched her shoulder causing Missy to jump with nervous energy. Mary apologized and urged Missy to relax. She noted that she'd had herself scanned and could assure Missy there was no discomfort or anything else to fear. Mary was aware that Susie was moving the one machine up close to her. She glanced down and noted there were rails that came up to within a few inches of the red circle; the machine glided smoothly and then stopped about two feet in front of her. Susie stood behind the machine at what Missy assumed was a control panel and video screen...

Mary subtly turned Missy about 15 degrees to the right and asked her to move her feet so she'd be standing comfortably with her arms at her sides. Mary pointed out a red spot on the wall that Missy should focus on with her eyes. "We need you to stand still with your back straight. Keep your head up and stare at the red spot. When you're comfortable I'm going to remove your gown; it's just Susie and the two of us. No one else can see anything so try not to be too self-conscious. When I've dropped your gown I'll be stepping back and the machine will start the first scan. You'll hear a little noise but nothing is going to touch you. There's no heat, light, vibration or radiation. It's all very safe. The scan will take about one minute. Unfortunately, that feels longer than you think so just bear with us. Try to stay still until I tell you the scan is done. Please don't speak since that tends to cause movement. Breathe naturally, don't try to hold your breath."

Missy was nervous about losing her gown but had anticipated the need to be topless and was pleased by the female-only staff and relative privacy of the room. She took a deep breath as she sensed Mary's fingers at her shoulders. A few seconds later she felt the thin gown slip off her shoulders. She couldn't help looking down to see her naked breasts. Her nipples looked painfully erect which was embarrassing. Missy couldn't help but wonder how that condition impacted the scan- would all of her ridiculously expensive bras have nipple bumps because of her erect state during the scan? Ironically, Bill would love that and he was the one paying.

That all prompted Missy to reflect on how thin the new fabric was. Would her nipples show through each of the bras and show bumps in all of her clothing? She should have asked. Surely the mad scientists could beef up the fabric to cover the woman's nipples but that was probably only done on request and Bill certainly didn't make that request. He'd love having her nipples bumping out.

Missy held her position and didn't speak. Mary told her the scan was about 60% done. A bit later Mary said they were 80% done and urged Missy to hold still for just a short while longer. Finally, Missy was told the scan was done and she could relax. Missy took a deep breath and stepped partially out of the circle. She glanced around looking for her hospital gown.

Mary noticed Missy's search and said, "We're not done yet. That was only the first scan; just bear with us as we go through the process."

Missy was disappointed and embarrassed to be standing almost naked but she steeled herself. Soon Mary came to her and gently guided Missy to a small padded platform behind the scanning machine. The platform was 3 ft. off the floor with three steps leading up to it. It was about 2 ft. by 3 ft. in size with a padded railing at one end set about 18 inches above the surface. Missy saw that the scanner was being rotated and moved back on its track to be closer to the platform. Mary guided Missy to the steps and directed her to kneel on the platform with her arms folded on the railing. She added, "We need to scan your breasts as they hang unfettered. This gives the computer data about their mass and location on your chest. I know the position may feel a little strange but we need the data."

Missy did as she was told and waited for Susie to finalize the machine's placement. Mary squatted near Missy's right side to examine how her breasts were positioned. Missy felt extremely awkward with her breasts being exposed in this position. She could sense Mary staring at them and assumed Susie was also watching her tits sway on a video screen on the machine. Were they lesbians- enjoying the display of her tits? To Missy this wasn't a particularly attractive position but she remembered kneeling over Bill's face and him being thrilled by her tits rubbing over his face. Were Mary or Susie thinking about sliding under her to taste her tits? Missy wondered if her nipples were still erect and concluded they probably were. It was strangely exciting to be on display. 

Mary repeated her earlier instructions about staying still and not talking and the scan began.

Mary walked to Missy's other side and squatted at a slightly greater distance than she'd been before the scan. She examined Missy's hanging breasts from her new position and said, "I don't want to embarrass you but I have to say you have beautifully shaped breasts. As you can imagine I have seen countless women during the development of the new bras and now during the production phase. Very few of the breasts I've seen have been as well shaped as yours. Don't say anything; stay still. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you." Missy could feel herself blushing but dutifully held still and didn't respond.

After a long awkward silence Mary announced the scan was half done. Missy groaned inwardly since she'd thought the scan had been going on forever. She held her position. She certainly didn't want to have to start over. 

When the scan was done Mary gestured for Missy to kneel upright but remain in the same place on the platform. She approached Missy with what appeared to be a latex bra with a cable connected to it. Mary said, "Please excuse my touch. This is the most intimate part of our scanning. The bra cups have dozens of sensors that measure you and report the data to the computer." 

With that Missy watched as Mary sprinkled baby powder on the inner surfaces of the strange looking bra and then fitted each cup onto each of her breasts. The cups were more like sleeves than traditional bras cups. They hugged her flesh snuggly - requiring Mary to gently mold and push the breast into the cup. Missy found the whole process incredibly kinky and erotic. She didn't know why but she was very turned on by Mary's touch and by the notion that the tight bra was going to be switched on to scan every millimeter of her tits. When the bra was in place Mary hooked the bra strap behind Missy and pulled the strap tight which caused Missy's breasts to be squeezed even more. Mary handed the end of the wire lead to Susie who plugged it into the scanner. Mary then returned to Missy's chest and using her fingers made numerous small adjustments to Missy's tits and the bra. When she was done Missy was directed to lean over with her arms on the padded rail as she'd done before. Her breasts hung away from her body again but this time the strange cups seemed to make them longer and more prominent.

Mary then said, "When we start this scan you're going to feel the bra squeezing your breasts in various ways. In effect the bra uses our new materials and electronic sensors to determine how much stretch to build into each part of your new bra. Initially you'll be scanned in this position. When I tell you I'll want you to kneel upright and hold that position while the scanner assess your breasts in the new position. The whole scan in the two positions will take two minutes.

"Some women find the movement of the bra fabric to be quite arousing so don't be embarrassed if you feel arousal. Your breasts will probably swell with arousal as they do during sex so don't be surprised if the cups feel like they're getting tighter. The scan records your swelling digitally for the computer. I'm not sure if the computer makes the bra slighter larger or how it allows for sexual swelling but I'm told the figures all go into the finished product. Please try to remain still even though the arousal might make you want to move or to touch yourself."

Missy hadn't been expecting the bra to move. She certainly didn't expect the scanning to get her aroused. She was also intrigued at the idea that her breasts swelled when she was excited; she hadn't known that and found it exciting. As the scan started she immediately felt the bra feeling her up. The tension in various parts of the bra would increase and then decrease. There didn't seem to be any pattern but the varying pressure made it feel as if the bra was moving very subtly. It was almost as if she was being milked. That image was startling and immediately elevated Missy's level of arousal. The sensations were soft and gentle; even though she'd never had a child she imagined the light touch of the bra might be like those of a baby's hands and mouth as it sought the mother's nipple. A man's hands would never be so gentle. Bill- or any other man, couldn't tease her as subtly as the machine was. It might take an hour but the machine's attention would eventually bring her off. If this scan was only going to be two minutes long she'd just be primed for sex but have no hope of release. She was going to leave this place very horny. Bill would be pleased since he'd have her jumping his bones as soon as they got home.

At Mary's direction Missy moved to an upright kneeling position. She glanced down at her tits and found them protruding obscenely. The cups continued their teasing movement. It certainly was a strange way to buy a bra. 

All too soon Missy sensed the bra cups had been switched off. Mary's hands came to her back and unhooked the bra but the cups clung tightly to her breasts. Mary instructed her to hold her position and apologized as she peeled the tight cups off of her swollen breasts.

Finally, Mary wiped the baby powder off Missy with her fingers and a tissue and said they were done. She helped Missy off of the platform and told her she could re-gown and go back to the changing room and get dressed. When Missy was dressed Mary escorted her part of the way to the waiting area to rejoin Bill. As they parted in the hallway Mary apologized for commenting on Missy's breasts saying, "It wasn't very professional of me but I couldn't help it. My breasts are as large as yours but they're not as well placed on my chest nor shaped as beautifully as yours. I'm sure nobody has seen as many topless women as I have; your breasts are among the most perfect I've ever seen."

Missy blushed and thanked Mary for the compliment. Mary asked if Missy might consider becoming a model for the bras but then said, "I guess you should wait for your bras before answering. I'm sure you'll love them but obviously that's up to you- not me. If you do like them your body would be a great one for our future marketing plans. See the receptionist for a pick up time for the bras. Hopefully I'll see you then." Mary then veered off down a hallway.

At the receptionist's desk they were told the bras would be made the next morning and they set an appointment at noon for Missy to try them on and take them home if satisfied. As they left the lab Missy felt relief that the scan was over. She laughed at herself as her carefree stride was making her tits bounce but it no longer embarrassed her. She recognized there was no one nearby but she thought she'd do far better in a crowd than she managed just an hour or two before. After all, she'd just been offered a job as a lingerie model and hadn't turned it down.

Missy teased Bill on the drive home by her account of the scanning experience and her thoughts about Mary's interest in her body. She mentioned that Mary had complimented her on the shape of her breasts- calling them among the most beautiful she'd ever seen. Missy joked that she didn't know if that was sincere or a lesbian's pick-up line. She guessed it had been sincere since Mary had offered her a modeling job with the company. 

At Bill's insistence Missy had to describe Mary in detail. Knowing what he'd like to hear, Missy transformed the unremarkable woman into a busty Barbie look- a- like with a sensuous mouth and voice that would make any cock hard. In her own most teasing voice Missy said the woman's hourglass shape had been incredible, her long hair silken, and her over all demeanor very sexy. Missy said it had been very arousing to have such a sexy woman touching her breasts and that she suspected Mary was excited as well. 

In her description of the latex bra portion of the scanning Missy emphasized how slowly and sensuously Mary's fingers had adjusted her tits and how arousing the intimacy had been. In response to Bill's suggestive questions Missy disavowed any interest in exploring a future sexual encounter with Mary saying the woman's body was too intimidating but she knew Bill would fantasize about them being together all the same. She could see the bulge in his pants as she drew out the story and knew she'd receive a passionate fucking when they got home.

Bill was aroused by Missy's description of the gentle caressing by the electrically operated latex bra. She picked up on his reaction and did her best to add exaggerated details of how she felt as the magic material massaged her- almost milking her sensitive swollen breasts. He told her he was already fantasizing that perhaps the mad scientists could produce and sell a battery powered bra like that. He was sure it would come with a wireless remote control and he'd be one of their first buyers. He'd dress Missy in the bra and tease her for hours as they attended the theater or a boring cocktail reception.

Missy responded, "If they can make a bra like that I'm sure we could get you scanned and buy you an electric jock strap. You could have my remote and I'd have yours. We'd make quite a couple at the next charity dinner we attend."

They were both very aroused by the end of the drive and walked quickly into the bedroom without need of any discussion. As she was undressing Missy remembered an additional detail she'd omitted in the car. She was sure Bill would enjoy it so she slowed her pace to allow him to get naked before her. As soon as he was naked he approached her but she held up her hand in the 'stop' gesture. Standing in just her panties Missy caressed her tits sensuously and said, "Did you know my tits swell when I get aroused? Apparently that's what happens whenever a woman gets aroused. I just learned that today. Anyway, Mary told me the latex bra would feel tighter as I'd probably get excited during the scan and my tits would swell with my arousal. Boy, was she right. About halfway through the scan I realized the bra was getting tighter and tighter. I wasn't allowed to move so I couldn't look down but I'll bet my tits were at least ten percent bigger. It might have been more. The bra felt like it might burst. "

Missy cupped her breasts seductively and said, "I'm already aroused so it's probably too late for you to check out how much they swell. You'll have to watch me some other time. Catch me when I'm normal and get me hot so you can watch my tits grow for you. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

As Missy finished speaking Bill grabbed her and almost threw her onto the bed. He was right behind her- positioning himself on one elbow and grabbing her left breast with his free hand. He growled with excitement as he roughly fondled her breast. The thought of her breasts swelling beyond their normal generous size was highly arousing and he assaulted her chest just as she'd anticipated he would. 

"Do they feel big and swollen? You're so obsessed with my tits; I knew you'd love thinking of them swelling for you," Missy said. "Play with them- perhaps you can make them swell even more."

Bill fondled Missy's tits and relished the notion they were bigger than usual. He loved being rough with them and loved biting and sucking on her nipples. Images of her tits swollen and hungry for his attention ran through his mind. Fantasies of watching the busty woman from the lab whom Missy had described playing with Missy's tits also added to his excitement. His mind was in pig heaven.

All of a sudden Bill laughed to himself as he remembered that he also had a newly waxed pussy to explore. Missy had gotten him so worked up about her tits that he'd forgotten the previous high point of the day. He'd told Missy to get waxed and she'd done it. He'd been thinking about it for days and looking forward to exploring what he anticipated would be Missy's more sensitive Mound and pussy. It was incredible that her teasing about her tits had distracted him so easily.

Bill's hand dropped to Missy's small panties and rubbed over her Venus Mound. It felt smooth but it wasn't remarkably different than before. The panties needed to go. Bill fumbled with them using only one hand and then repositioned himself so he could remove them with two hands. He stared at her Venus Mound as it quickly came into view.

"Wow," he said. "You look great." His hand quickly explored over her Venus Mound and dipped between her legs. "You feel even better than you look." Missy groaned as she felt his touch much more than on previous occasions. Simultaneously they each knew Missy would be keeping herself hair free for a long time.

Bill shrugged his body downward a few inches on the bed to better align his mouth with Missy's left breast and enveloped the nipple. His left hand insinuated itself between Missy's legs as he explored her naked pussy lips. He whispered his approval and Missy's soft moan evidenced hers. Her hairless pussy felt wonderfully exposed to him. Within seconds his fingers found her wetness. He wasn't sure if her lips opened for him or if she was simply so wet and exposed that he slipped in. It didn't matter as he thought how easily his cock would find entry from then on. 

His cock throbbed at the idea of her wet pussy being so available whenever his cock was ready. It was as if an outer door had been removed and he could enter at will. There'd be no tentative fumbling in her hair and no wondering about her arousal. Of course, he knew there might be times when she wasn't aroused but for the moment it was very hot to think of her unshielded pussy as always wet and welcoming.

Missy had several similar thoughts. She was thrilled by Bill's first touch on her naked Mound and how his fingers seemed to hone in on her wetness with ease. She felt wonton with her wet pussy exposed and very ready to be penetrated. Her mind could already feel his cock sliding into her. Without her accustomed protective matt of hair he'd take her easily. She wondered if he'd fuck her more often since her pussy would seem to be continually inviting him. Her wet pussy was shameless in it welcome; it was hot, wet and probably smelled of sex. 

Bill shimmied further down on the bed to explore Missy's new sex with eyes and his mouth. Bill amused himself at the thought that her hairless wet pussy was strikingly like her mouth when she gave him a blow job. It was funny that the mouth was supposed to be a pseudo pussy but at the moment her pussy seemed to be a copy of her mouth. Of course, it didn't matter. His cock now had two incredibly wet sexy places to fuck. As his tongue explored her outer lips Missy's hips lifted off the bed with arousal and she gasped. 

Bill gripped her hips to control her movement. With his hands holding her and his mouth moving over her sensitive flesh Missy's arousal redoubled. She reveled in the pleasure he was giving her and in knowing his attack was ongoing. His grip was firm and reassuring that he was going to bring her off at least once; he wasn't just teasing her. Indeed, based on his arousal he might not release her when she climaxed. Her mind raced ahead and started thinking of being overly sensitive after her first climax but being forced to have another by his relentless mouth. That delicious threat pushed her over the edge for the first time. Her body thrashed about with a powerful orgasm and then slowed from exhaustion.




Easily Distracted



As she'd anticipated Bill's mouth stayed planted on her pussy and his hands seemed to grasp her hips even tighter. Missy panted breathlessly as her body felt like a ragdoll. She couldn't speak - merely making small shrieking and gasping noises. She was torn between needing him to stop and wanting him to continue- trying to decide when her voice returned what she would plead. Eventually her body made the decision. She wouldn't say anything. It felt too good; she'd just allow him to ravish her. 

Bill was obviously enjoying her new pussy. He was all over her hairless lips and deep inside of he with his tongue. Her good feeling soon became great and then overwhelming as her passion started to build toward another climax. She knew it would rack her body and started to tense- wondering how she could signal that two was her absolute limit. Her heart and nervous system couldn't take much more.

As her body moved close to the point of no return Missy gasped, "Make me cum... Make me cum... Don't stop... But... then I need your cock!"

Bill's tongue concentrated on the area near her clit. He knew enough not to stop and where her most sensitive nerves were placed. He was thrilled as she climaxed again- taking it as a testament to his acumen as a lover. He also knew that now it was his turn. He gave her 5 or ten seconds of thrashing pleasure before withdrawing his mouth. He wanted to be sure she wasn't left hanging on the edge. This seemed obvious but he didn't want to take any chances.

He withdrew his face and planted his hands on the bed. Leaving her thighs spread and up in the air he moved them further toward her shoulders and brought his body up over hers. He teased them both by sliding his cock forward and back over her wet lips without penetrating her as he stared at her hairless pussy. He said, "Wow. You should see my cock on your hairless pussy. It looks and feels great!" He then adjusted the position of his hips and drove his hard cock into her open pussy. 

Missy yelled, 'OH!' in response and Bill made an unintelligible groan of pleasure as her wet softness enveloped him. Her climax seemed to increase in intensity and continue far beyond its usual length.

Bill wasted no time in driving in as deeply as he could and then thrusting in and out forcefully. Witnessing Missy's prolonged climax added to his passion as he made long powerful strokes. This was where a pussy was better than a mouth. No mouth could accept the pounding he was giving her. Pounding was what he needed and he suspected her need was the same. He'd been teased by her tits and by going down on her newly waxed pussy for too long. His cock demanded satisfaction from the sexy sleeve set in Missy's strong hips which were rising to meet his thrusts. She was as hungry for a hard fuck as he was. He pounded into her and loved hearing her grunts as she absorbed each thrust. He'd never fucked her so hard but he knew he would fuck her this way again and again.

All too soon Bill felt the pressure in his cock get teasingly close to the tip. With another two or three thrusts his cock exploded and he could feel his strength being ejaculated along with his built up cum. He froze his body at his deepest penetration and held the position- using Missy's body for both pleasure and support. It was a moment of being truly sated and a bit helpless.

In a moment Bill strained to lift himself off of Missy. He rolled to his right to lie on the bed next to her. They were both exhausted and content to bask in the afterglow of sex. Heavy breathing gradually eased to normal but each of then lay still for an additional 30 seconds. Bill finally broke the silence by saying, "So tell me again about how the woman at the lab who fondled your tits and wants you to model the bras. Perhaps tomorrow we should ask her to join us for a drink."



Easing Discomfort



About a month ago, I went for my yearly physical. Since I am a woman over the age of 50, I need to take these physical more seriously. As can be expected, a couple of years ago, I experienced hot flashes, which eventually stopped. I am able to maintain a good posture, I guess taking calcium and drinking milk has help. But recently, I have been experiencing discomfort of dryness in my vagina. As I sat in the waiting room, I felt uncomfortable explaining this to my doctor. 

I follow Nancy to the examining room, when she called my name. We’ve known each since Doctor Voljacic became my primary doctor 10 years ago. Even though Dr. Voljacic is a woman, I do not feel comfortable speaking to her about personal sexual issues. In the past, I explain my problems to Nancy, and she will notify Dr. Voljacic of my issues. I will use this approach as normal. Nancy is about my age with blonde hair and a slender body. She is about 5 feet 3 inches tall, she reminds me of a typical nurse. I guess I never noticed her until today. I guess since my lesbian escapade on my 50th birthday, I look at every woman in a different way. She measured my weight and height, and checked my temperature, blood pressure, and pulse. She asked the reason for my visit, and I told her it was my yearly physical. She asked me if there are any problems Dr. V should know about. I told her everything is fine except for my discomfort in my vagina. I’ve read articles about the vaginal walls get dry as we aged, and this may be the problem. She told me to wait for the Doctor.

After 15 minutes, Doctor Voljacic came into the room with normal greetings. She checked my over my files and measure my heartbeat. I was told that my posture is good, and she told me to lift remove my panties and skirt. She put on a pair of latex gloves, and instructed me to stand and lean forward. She wanted to check for hemorrhoids, I giggle a bit and did as I was told. Doctor Voljacic kept a straight face and spread my cheeks and told me there were no lumps. I was instructed to sit on the examining table and put my foot in the footrest. Doctor Voljacic changed the latex glove, and she proceeded to examine and probe my vagina. I felt uncomfortable as she lowers herself to face view with my vagina, I can feel her breath on my crotch when she spoke. I was told that everything is fine; she will give me a prescription to moisturize my vaginal walls as needed. She didn’t notice any major problems, but she sense there will days when I will experience discomfort. She told me to wait, and Nancy will come back with the prescription. 

I was dressing hurriedly, when Nancy came back with the prescription, she told me to take my time because Doctor V is on lunch. She asked me if I try masturbating to ease the discomfort. I was stunned by her direct question. When she noticed I didn’t respond after a pause, she told me it was the medicine for her when she experience the same discomfort. I was only in my panties, when she said to me to get back on examining table. Nancy slides my panties off my legs, and eases my foot to the footrest. Nancy spread the lips of my cunt, and stuck her middle finger into my opening. I gasped with pleasure as she moved her finger and hand at a feverish pace. Nancy’s finger hit a spot in my walls, and I felled back on the table. I rose to a sitting position as she hit the spot again. I was breathing heavily and gasping with every stroke of her hand. Nancy was standing in front of me, as our eyes met, my face was contorted with pleasure. She held my hand with her free hand, and told me to remain still. Nancy said she loves to watch a woman’s face during these lessons. 

I felt a thunderous orgasm overwhelm me as my body shakes with delight. I begged for Nancy to stop and to don’t stop with a delirious cry in my voice. I can hear a wet slurping noise as Nancy continues to finger fuck me a feverish pace. By now I was pushing my crotch against her finger at a rhythmic velocity. I can feel the start of a second powerful orgasm as I cry for help. It was so powerful my cry was silent; I panted and gasped as Nancy ease the pace. She cradles my head against her to shoulder to comfort me. After a few minutes, Nancy released her finger from my cunt, and asked me to inspect her wet finger.

Nancy finally told me that is how you masturbate. She made an appointment for me in six months to see Doctor V. Next week, I have an appointment with Nancy at lunchtime; she wants to see if I was a good student. I will ease her discomfort.



Easing Into Mom



There she was laying on the couch face down. She was wearing a night shirt that came halfway down her thighs leaving exposed most of her sexy long legs. Even the plain material of the garment could not hide her massive ass.

That ass stood up proudly almost as if calling to me. It was past midnight and I realized that she was there because she and my dad had another fight about sex. From what I heard he wasn't interested and she was practically begging for it. I couldn't understand this as I thought it would been the other way around.

My dad had let himself go and had a pot belly from eating too much and drinking too much beer. On the other hand, my mom was nearly a goddess. She stood 5'6" and weighed 150 pounds with green eyes and long black hair with just light streaks of gray running through it. Her boobs were nothing to sneeze at as they were 36D's, but her ass was absolutely stunning. Two massive pillows of soft flesh that filled out everything she wore so much that no man who saw her could avoid getting a hard on.

I just stood there watching her sleep wanting to reach out and touch it. Being only 20 years old and her son I admit I was chicken. My experiences with the opposite sex had been limited. Besides, guys do not make passes at their own mothers. I ran off to my room and did what any horny lad would have done, I jacked off.

Apparently, the very next night she had tried even harder to seduce my dad. When I came into the living room there she was laying there again this time in a flimsy nightie. I could see every inch of her legs right up to her silky pink bikini panties. The panties were very tight on her and framed her massive ass gloriously. Before I knew what I was doing I walked closer to get a better look. The closer I got the more turned on I became. I could feel the lust building in my balls.

I made up my mind that if my dad would not or could not satisfy her I could damn sure do it! Besides, if nothing else I had to at least touch that ass even if mom got pissed off at me. I carefully sat on the edge of the couch. I could not believe how wonderful she smelt. Timidly I placed my hand on her thigh and got an instant charge of sexual energy as the skin was smooth as satin. I moved my hand quickly to the top of the ass cheek closest to me. I did it quick so I did not chicken out.

Feeling her firm but soft cheek in my hand was more than I could take. But, just as I was thinking about pulling down the panties she squirmed in her sleep. This scared me and I jumped up and again ran to my room. When I got there I cussed myself out for being such a chicken shit realizing that she had not even awakened. Calming down a bit I recommitted myself to fucking my mother and, of course, played with myself again. I was disappointed as the next night my mother evidently succeeded in making love with my father as I heard the sounds of fucking coming from their room. Naturally, mom did not appear on the couch that night. 

But, even worse I did not find her there for the next week. Finally, my chance came one night after I heard them fighting. I even heard her call him a "frigid son of a bitch." Sure enough an hour later there she was in that sexy shortie nightie spread out on the couch. I felt like a man on a mission; the freedom of the whole world depended on whether or not I fucked my mother and I had better do it. This time I strolled over to the couch and sat beside that plump ass and placed both hands right on it.

In a matter of moments I was kneading both cheeks gently. I was trying to decide how to proceed from there when she began moving again. I took my hands away but stayed right there. Before I knew it she had rolled over and I was looking at her in the face. I glanced down her sexy body and melted at the sight of her boobs which were falling out of the gown. Looking down at her crotch I could see the wet spot that had formed where her thighs met. Convinced that she was still asleep I put a hand onto each breast and felt the nipples get erect in my hands. Wasting no time I pushed the material aside and gently caressed the boobs flicking the nipples with my fingertips. As I tugged, pushed, and pulled on them just a bit harder I could hear her breathing getting heavier. I looked up and saw her eyes blink as she was just starting to wake up.

She looked a bit lost as if not sure who I was. She rested a hand on my arm and moaned, "Oh, yes don't stop. OH FUCK JIM WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? I am your mother."

Evidently she now knew who was playing with her boobs but, strangely she just laid there as I continued to squeeze her melons of wonder. "Mom, you deserve to have sex whenever you want. You are very sexy and I would love to have sex with you anytime."

She still had not moved. She clearly like what I was doing to her tits. Breathlessly she responded, "Jim, I, I am your mother. There is no way in hell we can do this."

"Mom, we already are," I smirked as I leaned down and took a nipple into my mouth as she placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Fuck, Jim, no. I tell you what you can kiss my breasts but that is it. And, you can only do it this one time only, understand."

"Yes mom," I eagerly agreed as I dove into the task at hand full force. My head bobbed from one boob to the other as I tweaked, pinched and pulled on her orbs. She ran her fingers up and down my back as she moaned in delight. I bathed her chest in my saliva as I gave my tongue a workout. These were by far the biggest boobs I had ever touched; none of the girls my own age could compare with my own mother. 

But, alas, after several minutes of enjoying those perfect tits she pushed me away and got up and went back to her room leaving me there to satisfy myself. While I was disappointed I knew this would not be my last stand with my mother's body. The next day nothing was said about our encounter; almost as if it had not happened. 

I got the impression that she was looking at me differently. I know I viewed her differently and had to do everything in my powers not to stare at her boobs that I had such fun with the previous night. I did not have to wonder long when I would have another shot with mom. As I was getting ready for bed that night I heard them argue again. My dad was yelling that he was just too damn tired. To which, my mom responded that she knew plenty of guys who wouldn't be too tired to have sex with her. The argument continued for a couple more minutes before I heard mom come out and take her usual place on the couch.

I waited in my room to make sure the argument was over and that mom was asleep. This time when I got to the living room my eyes popped out of their sockets as she had on a different shortie nightie with garter belt and stocking but no panties. She had pulled out all the stops for my dad but still did not succeed, at least, not with him. My heart was racing as I damn near ran over to her.

Moving the hem of the nightie out of the way I began caressing her ass. Getting slightly bolder I pulled the cheeks apart and ran a finger up and down her crack. I jumped out of my skin as mom spoke, "Jim, do you like my ass?"

It took me a second to get back my composure before answering, "Yes mom, it is very sexy."

"You can go ahead and kiss it if you wish, but only if you stick a finger in my asshole." I jabbed my finger into her rectum much to her delight and kissed her ass from one side to the other. As the kissing got more passionate her hips began to move egging me on. After awhile her movements became more and more pronounced until she was grinding that massive rear in my face. She was really getting into this.

As I continued my assault I was trying to decide what to try next when all of a sudden mom sat straight up. She let the straps of the nightie fall from her shoulders and smiled at me. She motioned for me to stand up and almost purring, she asked, "Do you like kissing my ass?

"Oh yes, of course I love kissing it," I lamely replied. She reached for my belt and began unfastening it.

As she pulled down my zipper she smirked, "I bet I know something you will like even better!" She pushed my pants and underwear down my legs and grasped my eight inches in one hand and cradled my balls in the other hand. 

She leaned forward and licked my cock head with her tongue barely touching it but nonetheless sending shivers up my spine. Her hand gently began rubbing up and down the length of my member as her tonguing became more aggressive. She sent another shock through my body when her lips took in the entire head. She was obviously enjoying mouthing my cock. She took in a deep breath as she gave my balls a firm squeeze and sucked the entire length of my prick into her hungry mouth.

I was now moaning out loud. She was incredible as she sucked me in and out; her hands and mouth working in perfect concert. She was now bobbing up and down my length with a fury but still working her tongue masterfully, I thought she would swallow my entire cock down her sexy throat. She gave my balls another firm squeeze and I exploded shot after shot of my thick sticky cream into her hot mouth. Even after several loads she did not stop as she appeared to hunger for my cum. 

Finally after I thought she had taken everything I had to give she let my cock fall from her mouth. She licked her lips and smiled even bigger like a cat who had eaten the canary. She told me to get down to the floor. As I did she stood up and let the nightie fall to the floor and stepped out of it. She wasted no time and laid down right in front of me and spread her legs wide. She reached down and pulled her pussy apart showing off the womanhood from which I had come. Almost matter-of-factly she asked, "Jim, how about coming and eating my pussy for me?"

My cock which I had thought was dead sprang back to life instantly. I wasted no time and had my head between her legs so quick that she couldn't rethink the fact that she had just asked her own son to eat her out. I don't know whether I was any good at eating her but, I don't think I had to be. She was so turned on it didn't take much to make her cum. I licked and sucked feverishly as she ground her hips in my face. She never told me how many times she came but from the grinding and cursing she was doing I know it was several. She soaked my face with her beautiful fluid repeatedly and kept on asking for more. She kicked me in the ass as I took my fill of her juices.

"Oh god, Jim, I need you to fuck me. Come on I want your damn cock inside my cunt." Not only did my own mom want to fuck me but she was demanding it. It was a wet dream come true.

"Oh yes, Mom Oh god let me fuck you," I answered and started to climb up her body.

She pushed on my shoulders hard until I was flat on my back. She gave my cock a torrid yank saying, "I'm on top you son of a bitch. Besides you will have more fun with my tits and ass that way."

She leaned down and gave me a hell of a sexy kiss full on my mouth as she straddled my hips. She reached down and placed my cock between her cunt lips. She began to slowly move up and down with her clit against my cock. Her speed increased until she was fucking my cock with her clit while her hands rested on my chest. This was a sensation I had never felt before.

Then suddenly, she lifted herself a couple of inches and my cock slid right into her silky cunt. It seemed to have enveloped my prick. I was firmly in her cant's grasp. She was moving up and down my cock as if her life depended on it. Our hips met each other thrust for thrust. She placed my hands on her wonderful boobs and I proceeded to maul her without mercy saying, "Oh Mom, oh fuck, you are so fucking hot, shit, oh my god."

"Jim, Fuck me you damn son of a bitch, come on give me that fucking prick, come on fill me up." Without missing a stroke she leaned down and stuck her tongue in my mouth. We kissed passionately as our hips continued to dance together my cock slamming into her twat. My hands were now covering her ass with a finger poking into her asshole. We were both getting close now.

Our speed picked up. She was using her twat muscles to squeeze my rod even harder than before. We were both now breathless and panting hard. The sweat was pouring from every part of my body. Finally, I shot first one load then another and yet another deep into her sweet little cunt.

We laid there on the floor in the afterglow of a great fuck for several minutes. We kissed each other lightly several times as I caressed her back, ass, and boobs. Much to my disappointment she told me that I had to go back to my room while she resumed her position on the couch. I knew she was right but that didn't make it any easier to leave her there. I woke up very refreshed the next morning; feeling better than I could ever remember feeling in my life.

I found mom in the kitchen still wearing that sexy nightie, but she had added panties to make herself somewhat decent. I went to the refrigerator for a drink and she stopped me. She threw her arms around me and gave me the sexiest kiss anyone has ever had even grinding her crotch against mine. I made sure to get a good squeezing of her ass in as part of the kiss. Breaking off the kiss she grabbed my erection and told me we needed to talk. It was a weird scene she was holding my rod and I had my hands on her boobs but we weren't doing anything else but talking. She told me that I was one hell of a mother fucker and she had to have more of my cock. I told her that the feeling was mutual. We ended up deciding that because of dad I would have to wait until mom came to me. She promised to make me happy quite often.

We finished our discussion with another great kiss. Mom kept her word as she came to my room at least twice a week. I never saw her on the couch again. Whenever she was successful at seducing dad she stayed in their room. But, whenever she was horny and dad wasn't willing I would find her crawling in with me for a good fuck before returning to her own bed.

My mom was pretty horny. Sometimes at dinner with dad sitting right there she would reach under the table and give my cock a stroking, I even came a couple of times. I would sneak quick feels of her boobs when dad was out of the room. But my favorite time was when dad was out of town.

During these occasions I would move into mom's room and we would fuck the night away. About six months after I started fucking mom we found out why dad may not have been interested in mom. He had a 22 year old girl friend that he was taking on his business trips with him. After the divorce and the generous settlement my mom had full time to devote to my cock and her hot little pussy. For the next three years we fucked nearly every night.

It was truly heaven on earth. We tried everything. Something's we didn't like as with water sports. But others turned out to be wonderful. One of those was fucking Mom up the asshole. At first, she refused but after a week of begging she gave in. When my cock first invaded her asshole she started to tell me to take it out.

She thought again and let me stay and before we knew it she was moaning loudly and begging for me to do it harder and faster and calling me every name in the book.

We never grew tired of each other but both realized we couldn't continue like this. We needed to find a suitable fuck mate outside the family. So, we both went on a search for the horniest person of the opposite sex we could find and even helped each other look. Happily within months we both found someone and married them. Mom and I still get together Now and then. Our spouses don't know that we still get together alone occasionally. But, we both have had to confess to them about our incest.

We felt we had to tell them or they would have wondered why we invited them for threesomes. Of course I like it best with my wife and mom and she likes it best with her husband and me. Mom and I have talked about making it a foursome but haven't brought it up to our spouses yet. Needless to say my sex life is wonderful as I have a nymphomaniac for a wife and when she isn't available mom will fuck the living hell out of me. Life is truly good.



Easing My Stress



I don't get a massage often. As in, pretty close to never. Mostly because I just don't have the time. But work had been more demanding than usual and the back-to-back flights had put a permanent crick in my lower back that I just couldn't seem to shake. Shelly, my PA, who was more like a mother, had taken one look at my face this morning as I was downing painkillers with my coffee and made the appointment. Now, instead of putting the final touches on my presentation to our shareholders, I found myself driving down a well-treed street in a surprisingly suburban part of town. Shelly had diverted all my calls and whilst I appreciated her efforts I was feeling stressed and out of touch and wishing that I had refused the idea. But the reality was that I couldn't deny Shelly much. She was a surprisingly strong negotiator and the whole mum thing she had going on seemed to cripple my ability to ever say no. 

I was still thinking about work when I pulled in front of a large, dark grey weatherboard with gunmetal grey trim and brass fittings. The house looked, well, distinguished was the only word that came to mind. It was certainly not what I had been expecting from a massage premises. But eager to get back to work, I hurriedly, parked and walked through the gate and to the front door. The brass bell gleamed in the sun and gave a satisfying sound as I rang it. After a few minutes I heard footsteps and the door was opened by a tall and very thin brunette. She asked me to follow her and all I could think was what amazing alabaster skin she had. Usually I'm attracted to curves. Small but busty is my general preference. Brunettes are fine, I don't like to discriminate, but a red head is more to my liking. 

The brunette was dressed in a baby blue form fitting monogramed V-neck and black leggings. Completely covered, yet not much left to the imagination. I followed her tight ass into a well-appointed waiting room that had a touch of the gentleman's library about it. She said her name was Lara and offered me a drink, which surprised me, and then she scuttled off down a hallway, presumably to make it. The whole place and her demeanor was not what I had been expecting. I wandered if Shelly had been here and what precisely she had booked me into. Yet something about the place already had me relaxing, as though I had walked into a country manor and was about to embark on some kind of holiday. 

After a few minutes of wandering around the room looking at books, I realized that a well-built guy in faded denim, wearing a similar baby blue T, now filled the doorway. He had thrown a white shirt over the top and it hung open, giving him a slightly disheveled appearance. His dark blond hair, which was a few weeks past needing a good trim, was untidy and wind swept, contributing to the 'I just got out of bed and don't for a second think that I was sleeping' look that he had going on. 

I'm not into guys. Never have been. I didn't experiment in college or eye of cocks in the gym dressing room. I'm not against other guys being into it, but I like pussy. Always have, since Belinda Forks let me finger her in the spa during my first pool party when I was twelve. Probably before, truth be told, or I wouldn't have been trying to get her to spread her chubby legs for me in the first place. But this guy had presence. Sexual presence. I might not be gay, but I have always appreciated beauty. His was more of a raw energy. It was all, masculine. Nothing about his hard angles, his aggressive stance, his piercing eyes could be termed as anything less than pure male. He was leaning against the doorframe, as if he had been there for a while, as if he had been watching me, and my slow progress around the room. He straightened, gave me a crooked velvet smile and took a few steps toward me. 

Lara, the brunette slipped in behind him through the door. She had a tray with my drink on it. She smiled too. I nodded, feeling like I was agreeing to something that hadn't even been discussed yet, and took the whiskey. The amber liquid smelt expensive and I had a feeling this was not going to be an ordinary massage. "This is Billy," Lara said. Her voice was husky and low. "Follow me and I can get you ready," she continued. I took a slow slug of my drink, all the time keeping eye contact with Billy. Kind of hard to look away when he was staring me down like that. The tension in the room seemed like some sort of caged animal, just waiting to attack. I wasn't sure if he was about to fight me or fuck me with that kind of eyeballing. I work out; I spend time in the ring so I knew I could handle myself, but the intensity in the room was kind of frightening, and, as much as I hated to admit it, kind of exciting too. 

I threw back the rest of the whiskey, feeling the burn rush down my throat, and dumped the glass on a side table. Brushing past him, my cock caught his smell, like leather and horses. I followed Lara's small ass, which begged to be broken, out the door and down a wide corridor; relieved to be away from all that weird tension. She led me to a surprisingly clinical room up a small flight of stairs. There was a shower cubicle in the corner, a massage table in the middle of the room and a leather couch against a wall. The back wall hosted a sideboard complete with massage oils, a burner, a towel warmer and a secretary's chair on wheels. I felt a wave of disappointment. Clearly I had been working too hard and the tiredness had hit, causing me to read too much into what must just be an ordinary situation. 

"Get undressed and take a shower. There's a robe behind the door you can wear. I'll be back in around ten minutes", Lara intoned in a slightly bored and robotic fashion. I got the impression she was on automatic pilot and I longed to shake her straight back into my fantasy. As she closed the door I quickly removed my jacket and tie, unbuttoned my shirt and wandered over to the shower, turning it on to warm whilst I removed the rest of my clothes. The water was hot and the pressure strong against my shoulders. It was too much to resist. Placing my hands against the cool tiles I let the water pound into my muscles and begin to loosen the tension of the last few weeks. I closed my eyes and let the warmth lull me. 

I was almost asleep on my feet when I felt her strong hands slide across my back. I hadn't heard her come into the room, nor noticed that the lights had been dimmed. She chuckled as my eyes flew open and I looked back to see her thin yet surprisingly shapely body, naked in the dim light. Lara poured liquid soap into her palm and began to slowly run her hands over my back. I closed my eyes and hung my head enjoying the feel of her supple fingers as they began to dance across my shoulders. Her moves were thorough and practiced. Starting at my neck, she ran her hands down and across my shoulders, kneading and stroking as she went. She then moved her hands firmly down my back in small, ever widening circles until she landed at the base of my spine. Her hands reached around and began to work their way up toward my chest, but the touch of her lithe form, now pushed against my back, distracted me. I could feel her small, pert breasts and large erect nipples just under my shoulder blades, her cheek pressed against me. 

Lara moved my hands up higher on the tiled wall and began to massage my armpits, an astoundingly delicious feeling. She then worked her way up my arms and scratched her way back down. The feel of her cunt hair tickling the bottom of my ass ensured my cock was past half-mast. She ran her flat palms down the sides of my body and down my legs, crouching as she went. I missed the feel of her tits against me, even though her hands were sending electrical currents all along my nerve endings straight to my throbbing dick. I thought I would explode as she lifted first my left and then my right foot and scraped her nails along the bottom, causing not quite pain and not quite tickling, but immense pleasure. I never had any idea that my feet were so sensitive. I'm usually the dominant during, well, pretty much everything. It was amazing to have someone take charge, but in such a conversely submissive way. Once she had worked her way back up my legs, she slipped around me and knelt at my feet. Lara poured more soap in her hands, looking up at me, allowing me a moment to fully appreciate her naked splendor. Water trailed across her face, her slightly opened mouth and down her breasts. I imagined my cum following the same trail. 

She had yet to touch my cock and it strained toward her, wishing to plunge into her pretty little mouth and face fuck her senseless. I imagined my hands snarled in her hair as I gripped the back of her head and thrust myself deep into throat. But she began to slip slide her soapy hands up the length of my body and as she did her body followed suit. Her fingers slipped between my toes, over the tops of my feet, her hands clasped my ankles and shimmied up my calves, her fingers finding that sensitive spot just at the back of my knees. Then up, inexorably up, my thighs, sneaking past my cock and up my stomach, my dick jumping wildly as her breasts began the slow follow. From my knees to my thighs and then pushed against my hard, red phallus, her breasts and protruding nipples challenged my restraint. Her slippy, soapy taunt stomach followed her breasts every move, and the tickly scratch of her pubic hair and slim but muscular thighs completed my torture as they snaked up my body. 

Able to take no more of her form now nestled against mine, as she reached her full height, I pushed her back down to her knees, forcing my fingers to gentleness as I entwined them in her hair. Without waiting for her eyes to find mine in a wordless consent and as her knees hit the ground again, I unceremoniously rammed my wanting cock between the luscious lips of her mouth. Her gagging excited me and without thought I pulled out and then pushed straight into her wet mouth. I could feel her tongue playing with the length of me, and her teeth scraped gently along the top of my dick. I was too big for her, but I didn't care. I kept thrusting deeper and deeper into her mouth, using my hands to hold her head still and even pushing her down so she could take more and more of me. I had never been so violent, but something about her made me want to fuck her face harder and harder. 

Some slight noise made me look up and around into the room into the eyes of Billy. His pupils were dilated and his lips were parted. He had dispensed with his shirt and T and stood bare-chested. I noticed his hand was slowly rubbing across his denim-encased cock. Whilst I thrust myself again and again into Lara's mouth, my eyes were fixed on Billy, as he stopped rubbing his cock and slid his zipper down. I slowed my pace, not wanting to blow just when things were becoming so interesting. Billy slid his jeans down and stepped out of his underwear. He stood, cock erect, and stared me down. His look was angry and proud. What did he expect from me, fear? Compliance? I smiled and licked my lips. It would be a pleasure to force him to his knees. I beckoned him closer with a nod of my head. He came, though slightly reluctantly. I was beyond caring about orientation, about male, female, about norms. I just wanted to fuck. I wanted my cock inside of them both. I want to possess, to humiliate, to conquer, but above all to feel myself explode within their confines.



Easing My Stress Pt. 02



I was in the shower. The warm water pulsating on my back. Lara was on her knees, her mouth full of my cock. Billy was pacing toward me

I pulled Lara up, my angry cock protesting the loss of her warm mouth. I stepped out of the shower and waited for him, barely noticing when Lara ran a soft towel over my back, down across my ass and legs. The feel of the towel as it brushed my cock almost pushed me over the edge. But not yet, not until I had forced him to his knees. 

Billy stopped just a breath away. He was just shy of my height and the breadth of him made me pause. But something about his powerful frame had me wanting to dominate him. I wanted to see him submit, down on his knees with his mouth full of me. I stared him down. The room was quiet, but my ears were roaring. Finally he dropped his eyes from mine and I knew I had him. "On your knees", I barked. 

His eyes met mine again and flashed with anger. I raised my hand to push him down, but he went anyway. Naked, on his knees, his chin raised toward me was just how I wanted him. I let my finger slowly trail down the side of his face, to his chin, back along his jawline and then across to his full lips. 

The feel of his lips, which were slightly rough and beginning to part, fascinated me. I pushed my finger between them and ran it along the edge of his bottom teeth. He opened his mouth slightly wider and I pushed my finger deeper into his sweet hole. He began to tongue the tip of my finger as I probed deeper into his mouth. 

Lara, who had come up behind me, ran her hands toward my cock. She pushed her cunt up against the bottom of my ass. I swatted her hand away and she ran it instead over my chest. It was enough to break the spell Billy's mouth had wrought whilst sucking my finger and I quickly pulled it out of his mouth. I wrapped both hands around either side of his head and locked eyes with him. 

My hard cock was between us, like a soldier waiting for orders. I gave the unvoiced order and Billy opened his mouth and slowly slid his lips down over my waiting dick. He encased me in the warm velvet smoothness of his mouth. I was almost undone. 

The feel of his rough 5 o'clock shadow under my hands coupled with the heat and softness of his mouth had me ready to blow. I took a moment, closed my eyes and savored the slow progression of his mouth sliding down the length of me and hitting the back of that gorgeous throat. His cheeks suckered in as I began to pull out of his mouth. The force of him sucking made my eyes cross. 

I held his head in earnest and began to pump his face. No longer slow, I was building my thrusts, each time pushing into his mouth just a bit faster, a bit deeper. Saliva was gathering around Billy's lips and I could hear the sweet sucking, gagging sounds he was making. I felt all-powerful, like Superman. This man, who was all male, was down on his knees for me, taking the whole of me. The thought, let alone the feel of it all, was amazing. By now I was well and truly warmed up and ready to fill his throat with cum. 

Lara was still wrapped around my back. I had almost forgotten her. She had been playing with my chest and nipples. The feel of her hard tits against my back whilst she rolled my nipples between her fingers, had me right on the edge, not to mention having my cock deep in Billy's mouth. 

Lara was clearly bored though because no sooner was I aware of her playing with my nipples, she dropped her hand, moved away a little and began to run her fingers down my back, tickling and scratching slightly. When she got to my ass, she tickled and scratched all along the swell of it and down toward the top of my legs. 

Becoming aware of her brought me back from the edge. Her fingers slid between my ass cheeks and began to explore my crack. I stilled, my cock no longer ramming into Billy's mouth. Billy took the opportunity and slipped my cock out and began to run his tongue along my shaft. He knelt further and sucked first one ball and then the other into his mouth, using his teeth gently to scrape them as he let each ball go. 

Lara had managed to find lube somewhere and the coldness of it as she slipped her finger along my crack had my heart racing. Billy slid his tongue back up along my shaft until his lips perched at the very tip of my cock. Lara pushed her finger into my ass at the exact moment that Billy slid his mouth down and took all of my cock into his throat. I stopped breathing. 

I had fucked many girls asses, stuck my finger deep inside them, rammed my cock up to the hilt in their sweet tight holes, but never had anyone dared to invade mine. The feel of her finger hard in my ass, while his mouth sucked my cock in deep, had me bucking against them both and yet not moving at all. 

Billy began to pump his head up and down just as Lara began to fuck my ass with her little digit. I could feel my orgasm building again. But this wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to take, to dominate. Right now I was the meat in their sandwich and had no control over anything. They moved as one, each fucking me to a rhythm they had created. 

I pushed Billy away. I had to push him a couple of times and the last time I was non-to-gentle. Lara moved of her own accord. I followed Billy as he backed up, pushing him to turn around, away from me. He half stood and half fell, but quickly recovered as the massage bed broke his fall. 

My belt was lying on the floor. I retrieved it and in one movement grabbed Billy's hand. I forced his arm behind him, grabbing the other and looping the belt around his two hands, pulling them tight quickly behind his back. I pushed him to half stand, half lie, on the massage bed. I kept him there with my body. My hand slipped around him and felt for his cock. He was erect and straining. 

I began to pump his cock, moving my fingers up and down the length of him. I wasn't being gentle. My other hand slipped between us and down to his ass. I felt for his hole. I pushed my finger in without waiting for encouragement. Working his ass hard with my finger, I pumped his cock with my other hand. We were both breathing hard. His hole was wet and ready. This wasn't his first rodeo. I let go of his cock, pulled my finger out of his needy ass and braced both my hands on his hips. 

My cock positioned with the tip just at the opening of his hole, I took a breath and looked up over his shoulder. There was a mirror on the wall in front of us that I had failed to notice. I could see Billy, bare chested, hair tousled, and mouth open with his hands pulled behind him. I stood at his shoulder. I looked big and angry and ready to dominate. 

My hands on his hips, I began to push and push and push my cock into his hole. The tightness of him was unlike anything I had ever felt before. He held completely still, not moving, barely breathing as I kept pushing and pushing myself into him. I could feel his muscles tensing and releasing around my hard throbbing dick. 

I edged him over the length of me until my balls were hard up against his ass. The hardness of his back and hips against my chest and hands were so different from a woman. I felt I could pump him as hard as I wanted without breaking him. This idea took root and while his body was still getting used to me and expanding around the length of me, I began to move. 

Lara came into my line of sight. I kept forgetting she was even there. She scooted herself up onto the massage table in front of Billy. Lara straddled the table. I could smell her cunt and see her slippery naked lips. She was shaved completely except for a full triangle of dark pussy hair above. She lent back a little and I could even see her naked little ass hole. 

Billy had noticed too. I could see his face in the mirror, rapt with excitement as I took his ass and he watched Lara, who had begun to play with herself. She slid her finger along her clit and down into her pussy. Slowly at first and then again and again, speeding up each time. "I want to fuck you, come closer", Billy grunted. 

She smiled and slid her ass closer to us. I stopped thrusting into Billy and drew back slightly as Lara maneuvered herself until she was in position. Billy's red and straining cock needed no invitation. He somehow managed to line himself up with her wet cunt, which was no mean feat considering his hands were still tied behind him and I was balls deep inside his ass. He then pushed deep into her. We all took a moment and just savored the feel of being encased or encasing warm and willing flesh. 

Both Billy and I started to move. First we were off rhythm and nothing worked but before long we had sorted our strokes out and we both timed our thrusts to work with each other. I worked his ass and he worked Lara's pussy. Lara's hands were all over us both, as far as she could reach. I was balanced on my hands, which were now grasping the massage table. Billy's hands were over mine and then Lara moved her hands to grasp my wrists. We moved at a steady pace, even our breathing and heart beats in staccato unison. 

I forgot where I began and ended. I became the sum of my cock pumping into Billy, pumping into Lara. All I could feel was the tightness and the building rise of my orgasm. All I could hear was the sound of our collected breath and banging hearts. 

Suddenly I was coming and there wasn't a thing I could do about it. My legs began to buckle. Billy started yelling that he was about to blow, but it was too late for me as I had already filled his tight hole with my cum. I pulled out of his sweet ass and pushed my fingers into his hole. He was cuming and I was fucking his ass with my hand. I could feel my cum dripping out and slip sliding down his legs. When Billy had finished, he pulled his cock out of Lara and I let him go. He went to a draw and pulled out a large dildo. I watched him as he began to lube up the dildo. 

Lara was lying with her legs still open and Billy's cum dripping out of her cunt. She didn't need lube. She looked delicious. I walked over and began to lick my tongue down her clit and into her cunt. I fucked her wet little pussy with my tongue, tasting Billy's cum and sucking it down.



Easing the Pain



As I looked at my future wife, I contemplated the events of the last four years.

The changes all seemed to begin during the last few months of high school. I was a sort of nerd at the time. At 6'3" with a muscular build and good hand eye coordination, you would have thought I was a super jock. In my freshman and sophomore gym class I could easily hold my own with the varsity players. But I had no great love of sports for several reasons. I finished all my physical education requirements in the first semester of my junior year. Thank god! My build came from daily workouts and working at my father's construction company during the summer and school breaks. The nerd part came from an extremely high I. Q. and my love for books and learning in general. I was happiest away from crowds and learning something new. I could have finished high school early, but my parents did not think it was a good idea. I did, however, take quite a few college level courses offered at a nearby high school with an accelerated program. In the end it all worked out, I received a full scholarship to one of the best high level universities in the state.

My parents were great. Always there for me and encouraging me in whatever I wanted to undertake. Even though the coaches hounded and sometimes tormented me to participate in sports, my father never pushed me in that direction. I think he knew something was bothering me in that area. He was one of those rare dads that just wanted me to be happy, as long as I worked hard at it. That was more than great with me. It seemed very few people understood me. One of the things that turned me off from athletics were the remarks and laughter generated from the constant stares. At the time I believed I had a physical deformity, not realizing the future benefits.

I had an oversized penis. Not the monster 14" one displayed in adult movies, but a 9" thick headed cock that hung over one of my other major problems. My balls were huge. The size of two tennis balls. They dangled from a massive sack swinging between my legs. Not only were they embarrassing, but they were a source pain and discomfort. They were always being pushed and squeezed throughout the day. I finally developed a method of sitting down that eliminated any sudden squeezing. I also could never cross my legs as that was just asking for trouble. In addition to their freakish look they created another one of my perceived problems. My cock spurted cum like a fire hose in more ways than one. The first phase, as I called it, was eight or nine huge blasts of cum that would sail up to my face if I was lying down. The second phase was a steady leakage as my cock deflated. It leaked out like ketchup from a bottle lying on it's side. Eventually the amounts were the same. I could fill a good sized coffee cup with molten hot jizz. It was so bad the only place I could jerk off was in the shower. The mess was too much to hide from my mom anywhere else.

Being somewhat depressed over the situation, I went to my dad and asked his advice. He was very understanding about the problems. I told him no girl would touch me now because word had gotten around about the only hand job I ever received. I came so much she had to stop at a girlfriend's house for a change of clothes before going home. No one wanted to risk that and I was taboo in the dating world. Imagine my surprise when my dad smiled, leaned over, rubbed my head and said.

"Don't take it so hard for now. Someday you'll find a woman just like your mother."

He shook his head and chuckled as he walked away. I thought about what he had said. Then I realized I had never seen my father cross his legs. I wondered.

In October of my senior year there was an accident at one of the construction sites. My father was hurt. He pulled through with flying colors and had no apparent physical problems except a slight limp. Mom and he decided to sell the business and retire early. I thought the accident put some sense into them. My dad did not have to work. The company was extremely successful and had a sterling reputation. The offers came in fast and furious. Eventually three of his employees purchased the company for $11,000,000. They the house on the market and it was gobbled up just as fast for a fantastic price. My parents were set for life. It couldn't happen to two nicer or more deserving people. The only problem was me, they had to be out of the house about six weeks before school ended. Even though I had way more than enough credits, I had to finish two courses that required attendance. 

The problem was solved by our next store neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Watson. I had known them almost my entire life. Mr. Watson was kind of a stick in the mud that worked ungodly hours. He was highly successful and I'm sure pulled down the high six figures. Mrs. Watson on the other hand was another story. She was fun, intelligent and quite good looking for her age. She was about three to five years older than my mother. They were the best of friends. You rarely saw one without the other. My mom spent many hours at their house keeping Mrs. Watson company while her husband was away on his long business trips. They had two kids older than me that had moved to the west coast.

So it was decided that I could spend the last few weeks at their house. It worked out well as Mr. Watson would be gone the entire time and I would fill in for mom keeping Mrs. Watson company. After graduation I would be staying with my widowed aunt who lived close to the campus I was going to attend. She had no kids and there would be no cost as she was filthy rich from insurance and investments.

Everything was falling into place. Dad gave me his 53 Chevy convertible. They opened a checking account with more than enough money to last until I saw them again, Thanksgiving. After a tearful goodbye, they headed off to Florida. It was then that I realized how blessed I was to have them.

Staying with Mrs. Watson was the real beginning of the roller coaster ride to adulthood. I found she was a super lady, extremely attractive and kept herself in very good shape. Mom and she worked out on a regular basis. She was maybe six or seven pounds over weight. It looked good on a lady her age, giving her ass a well-rounded look and emphasizing the cleavage made by her ample breasts. 

I had a date the first Friday night I was there. I asked Mrs. Watson if I should stay home, but she said I should go and enjoy myself.

It was one of my typical dates, no chance for sex because of my freakish reputation. The girl was a bore with an I. Q. of about 30. I think she just wanted to see if the rumors were true. I finally made an excuse about needing to go home and dropped her off. Before she got out of the car, I let her squeeze my crouch. She let out the typical remarks and ran to the door. I drove to the Watson house and pulled in the driveway to a somewhat dark place. Opening the door I assumed Mrs. Watson was sleeping. Instead I found her sitting on the back porch drinking a glass of wine. 

"I don't think your parents would mind a small glass of wine before retiring. Do you?"

"Thanks, I'll get it myself."

Coming back on the porch I sat down and sipped the wine.

"So how was your date?"

"Typical of them all. A boring girl with no real desire to be with me."

"Why Tommy. You must be kidding, I would think a boy like you would be the center of attention. Although your mother an I have talked about your lack of dates. She thinks you just like to be alone."

"It's not that, I seem to have a small physical problem that has made the gossip rounds. No girl really wants to go out with a guy like me."

"You just haven't found the right girl. As girls get older and mature, little things aren't so big a thing. I should know."

The last statement left me wondering about a lot of things. We talked some more about how we both really missed my mom and I was surprised that she missed my dad too. They never seemed to have much contact. And when they were together my mom was always in the middle. We made some more small talk and decided to shower and get to bed.

I went to the guest room while Mrs. Watson took the first shower. I heard the water stop and waited several minutes before going into the hall. The door was slightly ajar and I assumed she had gone to her room. I pushed the door open and was startled to see Mrs Watson reaching into the medicine chest in all her naked glory. And from my quick glance it was quite an attractive glory. Her breasts were full with dark brown circles surrounding pert little nipples. The slight sag in her breasts pointed down to a neatly shaved triangle of dark brown hair atop two surprisingly shapely legs. She jumped back, losing her balance on the wet tile floor. I reached and grabbed her to stop the slide. My towel fell to the floor and I was suddenly pulling a beautiful naked woman against my now hardening cock. I can't ever remember my cock getting as hard as fast. This was the first live naked lady I had ever seen and here she was in my arms. We both stammered out apologies and she stepped back to get a towel all the while trying to cover herself. Me trying to see as much as I could. As she stepped back, it allowed my rigid cock to flop out at a 90-degree angle pointing directly at her.

As she grabbed the towel, she looked over my naked body and froze. My mind was in a fright. Here it comes, the comment. I cringed as I awaited the inevitable comments describing my condition, accentuated by rapidly deflating penis. 

"Oh my" was all she said as she now stared at my cock. Standing very still I saw her tongue slide across her bottom lip. She continued to just look at my cock moistening her lips more and more. I think deep down I knew something was different. Maybe I realized the effect a large cock can have on a beautiful mature woman. Whatever was going through my mind went directly to my cock. It sprang to attention with a renewed vigor. As it pulsed upwards, I looked into her eyes. She never took them off my manhood as she slowly reached for a towel. I saw her knees begin to shake ever so slightly and a strange smile come across her face. 

Then I got the first of many surprises I was to have that night. Instead of covering herself with the towel, she neatly folded it and placed on the floor in front of my feet. As she bent over to place the towel her cheek brushed against my cock. Electricity stung my body as I almost jumped out of my skin. Keeping her face close to my prick, she dropped to her knees and came face to face with my blood engorged member.

"Can I touch it? It's so big and hard and beautiful."

The lust in her voice was unmistakable. I mumbled some incoherent reply and sucked in my breath as her hand gently caressed my rod. I thought I would come right them and there. I somehow managed to hold back with all the will power I could muster. Her other hand slid underneath and gently cupped my balls. No one had ever done this before. I struggled not to come for fear I might miss what was next.

"They are so full of nectar. I want to taste them. I want to feel the seed they hold within. I want to make them dance."

I was going absolutely crazy. One hand stroked the length of my cock and the other massaged my balls. This wasn't going to last much longer. The end of my cock was like a leaking facet. Pre cum bubbled at the end dripping down on her hand. She used is as lubricant to easily stroke my cock. She pushed it up to my stomach, leaned forward and nestled her face into my balls. She seemed to be in a trance as she rubbed and kissed my sac. Gently pulling it toward my knees.

"Mrs. Watson! Please! I'm going to come and make a giant mess. You have to stop. Now! I'm going to cum!"

If I had been surprised up to this point, I realized it was nothing. She pulled her head out of my crotch, grabbed my cock and quickly swallowed half of it. The top of my head popped off. My eyes bugged out as I watched this incredible woman suck my cock like is was the last thing she would ever do. 

"I'm coming! I'm Coming!" I screamed.

The first shot hit the back of her throat and she struggled to swallow. She was pleased that she took it but was in no way ready for the torrent that followed. The only thing she could do was slightly tip her head back and open her mouth. As she breathed through her nose, my cock completely filled her mouth to overflowing. I had come in the past but nothing to resemble this. Cum poured out her mouth, down her chin and onto her breasts. Finally it stopped and my cock began to soften. She then slipped the whole thing into her mouth and started to gently caress it with her tongue. It was then her eyes bugged out as phase two started. Cum began to flow from my cock in a gentle stream of hot juice. She went nuts. I looked down and saw her hand pumping away at her own crotch. The other pulling at a nipple like she wanted to tear it off. All the while slowly moving my leaking prick over her entire face. Her eyes were covered, her nose full, there wasn't a dry spot on her face. Suddenly she stiffened and as she shook she held my cock over her open mouth letting the last drips disappear down her throat. As she came down from what I thought was an orgasm my cock began to harden as it just lay on her tongue.

"It's getting hard again. You wonderful boy."

Standing up she led me across the hall to her bedroom and over to the edge of her bed. She turned and sat on the edge, her legs hanging over the side. Spreading her legs and lying back on the bed she just said.

"Fuck me. Please just fuck me. Stick your big cock in my cunt and fuck me."

My cock became rock hard just looking at her. Lying on her back, her face covered in cum, it dripped into her mouth as she talked. Her teats hung slightly to the side as cum puddled in the valley between them.

She just kept begging. She knew this was all new to me and began to take charge.

"Grab my ankles. Lift them up and push them apart."

I grabbed her ankles and pushed them up and apart. This gave me my first view of the promised land. Her cunt was super soaked. The lips puffy and wet. The wider and farther back I pushed her legs the more she opened up.

"Put it in! Fuck me now! Fuck MEEE!"

I leaned in and pushed the head of my cock into the folds of her lips.

"Easy. Just a bit at a time until I get used to that monster."

I slowly pushed in inch by inch. I'd retreat a little and gain more. This went on until I was half way in her. Her eyes rolled in her head and she moaned, spraying cum as she breathed pushed her legs still farther giving me an unobstructed view of my cock sawing in and out of her fully stretched cunt. Suddenly every muscle in her body seemed to tense. Her mouth opened and her pussy squeezed in spasms around my cock.

"I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh god it's wonderful. I'm coming."She screamed as convulsions seemed to reek havoc on her body. However, every contraction of her cunt muscles allowed me to sink in a little further. I hit bottom with about 1 ½" left outside.

"Harder! Harder! Give it to me now. I want it all. I don't care, tear me apart! I Want it all NOOOOW!"

I pulled back until just the head was in and lunged forward. As she screamed, it felt like I cleared a barrier. My balls slapped against her ass. I pulled out only to plunge in again. Suddenly I realized all the fears I had over my deformities evaporated in the cries and moans of this wonderful lady. I now knew I had an asset, just needing the right bank to deposit it in.

"God don't stop. Don't ever stop. Give it to me. Shoot your wonderful cum into my belly. Ram your fucking cock into my cunt. Please don't ever stop."

I pounded her cunt with every inch of cock I had. I felt myself reaching the point of no return. My cock started to expand in time with my onrushing orgasm. As I came she let out a tremendous cry. Her toes curled into knots and her body shook again. I could barely hold her legs as she trashed back and forth. My body stiffened as I pump hot cum into her quaking body. As her endless orgasm started to subside, I watched in amazement as her hands pushed the cum covering her face towards her mouth. Lapping and sucking the sticky fluid as fast as she could. She was like an addict. Pulling her teats to her mouth she licked whatever she could reach. She sucked on one nipple, elongating it with her lips. Then she grabbed it in her teeth and held it as she let got of her breast. Her teat tried to flop down and it seemed she was going to tear the nipple off as she continued to hold it while it stretched under the weight of her boob. Only when I started to pull my softening cock out did she let go and shout.

"NO. NO. Just roll us over onto your back."

Her legs locked around my waist as I turned over. I ended flat on the bed with her sitting on my semi hard cock. She lifted up causing my cock to plop out of her pussy. Pulling huge amounts of our combined juices from her stretched pussy. Cum of both kinds was settling on my stomach and leaking down between my legs. She lifted one leg and got of kneeling on the bed facing my stomach. I was almost embarrassed as phase two started and cum began to gently flow from my cock. My embarrassment was short lived as she leaned over placing her cheek in a puddle of cum and slipping my cock into her mouth. Rubbing her face into our mixed juices she slowly sucked my prick dry. Her tongue then strayed down between my legs and licked me clean. Then suddenly she got up and left the room.