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Former Geek is Now Successful Ch. 01

By: LaPatitMort



All through high school in Phoenix, Susan was my buddy. We were on the swim team together; we had many of the same interests; we worked on the yearbook together and the high school newspaper. She had almost broken my back with her short, stout, muscular body a dozen times when she straddled my shoulders and we played chicken with other couples in the pool. She could be bent back into the water and then raise up, oblivious to how her weight and the water was trying to snap me in half. We were teenage, opposite-sex friends in the best, most wholesome ways. She did not date but listened to my dating woes.

Business had been good to me after college. Just twelve years after high school, I was an upper level administrative manager at a large electronics company. I was transferred in, to run a large group of mostly females and resolve some manual to computer accounting conversions. There was Susan, a respected accounting clerk, just half an open bay away, not in my department, still single and as strong and sexy as ever. I recognized her instantly. I noticed her looking at me a few times, trying to place me. I grew after high school. I am four inches taller; I'm not a geek anymore; laser radial keratotomy surgery got rid of my thick glasses; I dress in suits now; my hair is short now: my complexion cleared up; and I exude confidence now. Most confusing of all, I was no longer "Jimbo," now I was William Haroldson.

She brought her lunch and often ate alone or in a small group. She was startled when I left my lunch partners waiting while I walked over to her. "Susan? Are you Susan Batton from Deer Valley High?"

Her eyes were still trying to place me, "Yes, I'm Susan."

"You probably don't remember your old swim team member from so many years ago. You called me "Jimbo" back then and we spent a lot of time working on school projects."

She extended her hand courteously but her mind was trying to process all the change she saw before her.

"Susan, I would really enjoy having lunch with you and catching up for old time's sake. Please, send me a company email and tell me, if you will go to lunch with me one day. I want to hear all about what you have been doing for the last twelve years."

She was too stunned to respond and I had to rush off, but she did send me an email the next day, expressing her surprise and agreeing to lunch with a day's notice so she would not bring hers from home.

We swapped a few emails. In her second, she wrote, "Been pretty down for a few months. My girlfriend of three years and I broke up." That explained a lot. It was not the reason that I had canceled our lunch date twice, however.

I sent her an email, "You have been very understanding; I owe you. Bring a friend if you want on Saturday about seven, we'll visit inside until it cools-off and then cook out by the apartment pool. We'll swim -- only if you want to get beat in a race or two - and do some serious catching up. I promise, under no circumstances, will I cancel."

Susan and her friend, Ellen, were right on time. Each had a bundle with a towel and swim suits. They toured the large apartment and marveled at its furnishings.

"I wish I could take credit for everything. I think my place is just as nice but this is a company supplied apartment and it comes with all the trimmings. I'm on a two year contract, so I did not have to move anything from New York."

Ellen spoke up, "I work in the building over from you and Susan. We have all wondered who the young whiz kid was that they were bringing in to fix the computer mess."

"Why do you say, "Young?" The entire electronics industry is young."

"Have you looked at our execs? Not one is under 50."

"Now that you mention it, I did notice that we're the exception."

"You being young, single, an "ace," well dressed, polished and not too bad to look at, has really got the single women buzzing."

"I think that was a compliment. For that I thank you, but you should ask Susan, in private, what I looked and acted like in high school."

Susan snickered and I added, "I would like it if you did not laugh and agree so readily. How about shrimp, fruit and vegetable grilled Shish kabobs on rice for the main course, served with a nice Chardonnay?"

It was still too hot, even in the shade, to go outside. We had a few munchies and champagne to loosen our tongues. Conversation was civilized and predictable for an hour. When I opened our second bottle, Ellen seemed to have had a couple of drinks before arriving and seemed to be on an assigned fact finding mission.

"So, Will, you ever been married?"

"No, work too much and too serious. I can keep a lady interested for a few months but then she wants more time than I have been able to give. At that point, she runs away to find a more fun and politically correct man. Why do you ask?"

"Lots of the girls are sizing up the new guy."

"It's not me they're interested in, they like the power. I hear it is an aphrodisiac. Still, I can use all the help I can get. The ones I pick, seem to be taken, more preoccupied with work than me, into women, have five kids already or they're drug addicts."

Susan had been quiet since she had arrived. Now she offered, "Maybe you are doing something wrong."

"Like what?"

"You know, things, like kissing, being interested in them and taking your time."

"Well, I know that I am interested in them and take my time pleasing them. Which one of you is the best kisser?"

Ellen was anxious to answer, "I am."

"No argument from you Susan?"

"She is pretty good."

"Okay, Ellen, maybe you can give me some pointers and evaluate my talent."

"I'll have to think about that."

"Do you only kiss other females?"

"No, I'm bi. I've had relationships with both men and women."

"Well you think about giving me some lessons, while we move this show onto the patio, fire up the gas grill and start dinner. Will you both change into your bathing suits and then get the cellophane covered trays out of the fridge, while I move our drinks outside?"

I took off my shoes and socks. Stripped off my slacks and shirt and then donned a nice white open front pool shirt to go over the blue swim trunks I had on under my slacks. The women were taking their time; I was relaxed and waiting in the twilight when my two guests maneuvered through the sliding doors onto the private patio facing the pool.

Susan was flushed and Ellen's eyes twinkled. Ellen's suit was fitted perfectly on her tall, model-like thin body. The left leg on Susan's two piece suit was stretched and wet. It was time, Susan and Ellen got to know my adult, off-work side.

"Ellen, you practiced kissing without me. How can I learn, unless you show me? Tell me, does she taste as good as she looks?"

Susan wanted to melt into the wall. Ellen did not answer.

"Well, give me my first lesson and let me taste her too."

Ellen surprised me. She did not hesitate. She strode over to hover over me, leaned down and kissed me softly. When she encountered softness and no resistance, she opened her mouth slightly and I matched her.

"Please, don't move. Her wetness has dried on your lips and I need to gather more to taste her."

I licked at Ellen's lips and teased inside her mouth with my tongue. I felt her body tense as she was about to swallow to control the saliva in her lovely mouth. Softly, I caressed her hair and the side of her face.

"Don't you dare swallow and take away the taste of the two of you mixed together. Kiss me again. Let me suck your tongue and have your wetness delight my taste buds."

Through most of our long wet kiss, she did not breathe. I did not impede her inhale but when she exhaled, I sucked the air from her lungs while we kissed. When she inhaled again, I gave her only a hint of my breath to live on. Gently, I moved my hands from her. Ellen's eyes were closed when she stood.

As we parted she added, "You don't need kissing lessons."

"You may be trying to make the host feel good. How do I know, if you are telling me the truth?"

Ellen leaned back down for another kiss. Just before our lips touched she said, "Figure that out for yourself."

Her kiss was hot, aggressive, wide mouthed and her tongue was long. Her bikini bottoms untied easily and her legs parted before my hand made it to her glistening slit. My middle finger went in so easily, pressed into her magic spot and slid to the hilt that I pulled it out, added a second finger and followed the same path again. Her little button was standing waiting for my slippery thumb to keep time with my gentle thrust into her g-spot.

In just a couple of minutes, Ellen's belly tightened and her juices flowed to wet her pussy, my hand and her thighs. A tremble went through her and she whispered, "I want it."

"Show me. Take what you want."

Wildly she pulled me up, reached down and stripped my trunks down. My cock slapped against my belly and she caught it on the bounce. Her other hand grasped my shoulder and her body stepped into me, pushing me back into the armless metal chair. She spread her legs wide and took another step to straddle me. I took her control away when she was unable to fight.

"No, Ellen. Turn around and sit on me. Let him slip into her slowly so it drives us both mad."

"I want to............"

My nature began to show its self, "Do what you are told."

Her ass was perfect. It took all my will power not to touch it, as it lowered to slide on my belly while she guided my cock into her almost too wet slit. The upward bend of my cock denied my helmet to her spot. Nothing was touching her clit. Still she enjoyed the slide of my shaft into her, stretching her and bottoming out just when the tiny lips of my cock kissed her cervix.

Susan had slipped off her chair onto her knees and craned her neck so she could see her friend opened, penetrated, stretched and possessed. Her eyes were not blinking, she was panting through her open mouth and her right hand had slipped into her swim suit's bottoms.

"Susan, kneel between your friend's legs and return the favor she gave you."

Ellen's body recoiled. I wrapped my legs around hers, spreading her. I held her arms back, pinning her to my chest so I could watch Susan and kiss Ellen's helpless neck and ears.

Susan looked at me. Her hand paused rubbing her clit.

"Do it Susan. Please your friend and let me watch you."

"But your cock is in her."

"I know that. Kiss her. Make her cum until I tell you to stop."

Ellen was being held and made to cum. She was usually dominate, so she struggled. She tried to close her legs. I had an easy hundred pounds of muscle on her, so I held her spread when Susan's willing mouth closed on her swollen lips and clit. Ellen liked the struggle. Her legs stayed splayed willingly but her arms fought weakly for freedom. I could see Susan's head working to add more movement to her tongue. I could see her shoulder move, telling me that she was molesting her own demanding pussy. I felt her willingly let her tongue slide across my cock as Ellen made sure it was pumped in and out of her sucking sheath.

Ellen's body began to tighten. Inside her, I could feel her womb tremble on my cock. Her sound was more animal than human as she struggled to cum outside on my patio, with a cock in her and a woman sucking her. Her scream was delightful, especially since I knew she thought I would let her go now and I knew I was not going to. Her wetness squished around my dick onto Susan's face and into her mouth. I could feel Susan's lips suck at my shaft when it slipped slightly out and follow it in burying her face into Ellen's delighted clit.

My captive struggled against the sensitive torture that she could not escape. I whispered to her. "Show me you can take it. Push through the pain and cum again with my cock in you and Susan sucking you."

These words inspired both my reluctant ladies. In just minutes, Ellen began to pant and then faint words filled each pant, "Oh, God." "Oh, God." "Oh, God." She repeated this over and over and continued until the words were strained into unintelligible groans. Her body resisted and thrust for more. Her sounds were of complaint and begging for more. She was sitting on me, so I felt the trembles first. Tiny trembles in her feet and legs. Tremors in her pinned resisting arms. Drool running out of the side of her lovely mouth. Her belly tightened and sucked my cock so hard it grew another inch. I used that inch and her next thrust to match her and drive my helmet deeper than before. Susan gasped and I paused when Ellen's scream rattled the patio doors. It took all my strength to restrain her as she struggled against her orgasm. Susan sucked on, enjoying the pain filled pleasure that was flowing out of her friend.

From using all my strength to hang on, to total relaxation, so as not to hurt her, took a tenth of a second. Ellen passed out and slumped forward. Like back in high school, Susan and I just knew how to work together. We lowered the limp body onto a chase lounge. It curled into a fetal position and we covered it with a beach towel.

"Every day in high school, I wanted to see you. I want to see you now." Susan did not resist and I removed first her bottoms and then the top of her bathing suit. Her arms crossed over her breasts. She had been kidded from the ninth grade about them.

"We don't have to do anything. Please let me see you." I opened her arms. She looked down. I told the truth, "They are beautiful, perfectly round and I have never wanted anything as much as I want to kiss your nipples."

Susan still did not look at me. I played with her perfect "B" cones and teased her nipples. She did not try to stop my male touch when I reached down and stroked through her slit. "Have you ever been with a man?"

"No."

"I will not hurt you. May I please you?"

"Yes."

Another lounge loaned us its mat for the concrete patio. Willingly, Susan laid down and spread her legs for me. I knelt between her lovely thighs. "I want to kiss you. Guide me into you as my lips come to yours."

She had taken fingers and dildos from lovers but my cock was thicker than what she had taken. I held my hips up as she worked my helmet between her soaking pussy's lips. My mouth met hers. Never had I been enveloped by more pleasing pheromones. Never had I wanted to please a woman so much. Her hips lifted taking another inch of me. The stretching forced a moan from her and I inhaled it, kissed, offered her my tongue and she sucked it. In time with her, I thrust gently. She caught on and sucked harder. I thrust harder. Another round of such sucking and thrusting and she pulled her lips from mine and said, "Put it all into me. Take me. Stretch me, even if it hurts."

I pulled back so only my helmet was inside her. Her body tightened in fear. Gently, I leaned into her and kissed her, licked her lips and whispered, "You always knew how I felt, didn't you?"

Her body relaxed. Her eyes opened and locked on mine. I thrust hard and she took almost all of me before a sharp cry escaped her lips. I stayed deep in her and waited for her body to open for me. She felt how her female body opened and accommodated my weight and cock. I could see the awe and enjoyment in her eyes. She had done, at least once, what a woman's body was designed to do.

"Yes, Jimbo, I knew how you felt."

"Reach down between us and feel me going inside you."

I thrust gently so my shaft could slide between her spread fingers. Her body and mind were learning fast. She marveled at how her small body could absorb my thrust.

"I am not on the pill. I think I am safe. I want to feel you fuck me."

I let my weight down on to her. Pinned her, letting her feel for only seconds how I could take her. "I will tell you when I am about to cum and I will pull out." Her strong, solid, athletic body liked the rough contact of my thrust. She enjoyed how her body absorbed my power. How the long shaft raked across her clit and drove her higher and higher. Her first climax surprised her and me. I paused as I felt her cunt's muscles suck and her belly tighten. I stayed still until her toes uncurled and her legs slid almost back to the mat. At this loving point we gained a cheerleader. Ellen spread my legs wider so she could see my cock penetrating her friend.

"Damn, William, she is taking you. She has never had a cock before. Fuck her. Come on, fuck her, I want to see you cum. I want to see it run out of her."

Susan's body went with her friend's fantasy. Her eyes closed, she began to pant and thrust up at me. The last inch was too much for her but she refused to admit defeat and pulled at my hips. Sweat popped out on her brow and between her breasts. I curled my body and suckled her beautiful left nipple as I continued to thrust. There was no denying this climax. I had never been squeezed so hard or been thrust up against with more force. Her tiny body lifted my legs off the ground. In response, I drove into her. The crash crushed my last inch into her lovely belly. She recoiled but came back for more, knowing what she had accomplished.

I watched in awe as this time her climax with a man was wild, unabandoned and limitless. She went through one high to a second. Still I would not let her stop. She went through a third and it was so beautiful I had to tell her, "I am going to cum, Susan."

Her voice was distant and pleading for me to help her, "Please, just a little more."

I used every juvenile trick in the book but what worked was looking at her contorted face and knowing that I wanted to please her. Just as she collapsed under me, my cock pulled free and began to shoot onto her breasts, her belly and dribble onto her pussy. With my last ounce of strength, I rolled off her. She held on, rolled on top and slid up through the slipperiness so her mouth was over mine. I was exhausted but she kissed me and I relished in the attention.

Before I could fully enjoy Susan's appreciative kisses, I felt another pair of lips close over my cock, suck and then move away to lick at the wetness Susan and I had smeared over each other. The tongue was cat like, lapping, tickling and almost painful as it hit the super-sensitive head of my cock.

I could have easily slipped into unconsciousness; then I faintly heard, "Susan, slide down here with me."

The tiny, strong, satisfied body followed orders and I felt the cold air hit our combined juices smeared on my body.

"Put your hand at the base of his softening cock and pull up to milk the last of his cum out."

I felt short stocky fingers close just above my balls and pull. My hips lifted and then slid back onto the cold concrete.

"That is the last he has to give you right now. Take it into your mouth, taste him, lick him and swallow his cum, so you will possess him and he will be in your belly."

My cock began to respond to two sets of lips. I knew my limits, so I had to stop this. "The two of you have given me more pleasure than I can describe. But please stop. Let's clean up, cook and have dinner. I know you two are lovers and this was Susan's first time with a man. You are driving me crazy. I am very, very oral. I am dying to lick and have each of you cum in my mouth but then, I would get wilder than you can imagine. I could put each of you on your hands and knees and take both of you, so my cum would flow out of your wombs for days and we would argue about who could taste it."

My two lovers accepted my plea. The rest of the evening was normal, almost till midnight when they had to go home.

Susan, held my head kissed me passionately and asked, "Why did you really push us away and not want to continue. I could see the wildness and desire in your eyes."

"I'll answer, but please don't laugh at me. It has been many years, since we have truly known each other. In high school, and to this day, I still think about you. I have imagined us shopping for groceries, fighting, vacationing and making love. But most of all, I have fantasized about you wanting me to cum in you, for you to be pregnant and for us to have a family. It is a silly teenage fantasy that is still very alive in a 31 year old man. It embarrasses me, but for tonight, even with the presence of another beautiful woman, I had to fight against making it a reality. I pulled out of you once. If we are ever together again, be on birth control. Even though, I now know your preference is for women, I won't pull out of you again." 

Former Geek is Now Successful Ch. 02



For several weeks after Susan and Ellen spent that hot and heavy evening with me, Susan and I swapped dozens of teasing, sometimes naughty, sometimes inquisitive and sometimes just friendly emails. Of course, we had moved from the company email system to our personal computers. During those weeks, Susan admitted to being confused about her sexuality. She had thought of herself as a lesbian and not very sexual. However, she now freely admitted to me that she enjoyed our time together and having sex with a man for the first time. We had lunch a few times, went to a movie, the zoo and had dinner once. We had not had sex again but our kissing was world class and she enjoyed proving to me that she was turned on by putting her wet fingers into my mouth and watching what her taste did to me. I think she was being sexually playful for the first time in her life. A few serious ideas crept into our conversations: relationships, kids, growing old, faith and being loved.

Over those weeks I discovered, Ellen was Susan's female substitute for what I had been in high school, except Ellen sometimes got benefits. Mostly, they were good friends, with many common interests and enjoyed each other's company.

Luckily my assigned work project hit the point where even twenty-four hours was not enough for what needed to be done. I say, "Luckily," because Susan's long time love, Star, returned. Star had come and gone in Susan's life several times, leaving for other females, lots and lots of females. Susan's email to me was bubbling over with enthusiasm and hope. I wanted her to be happy but to me the news was opposite from what I wanted to hear. I just did what I do best, I got lost into work, so I didn't have to feel or hurt.

Three months later, I was in that wonderful stage in turnarounds when I am the biggest asshole who ever lived. My birthday came on a Friday. Susan knew. I had not seen her in quite a while. She did not show at our watering hole, so I was feeling sorry for myself, looking into my beer when Ellen showed up.

"I'm hoping you being here is not an accident and you came especially to see me."

From behind her back she produced a single slice of Safeway cake with a single candle on it. My spirits lifted, "How did you know and will you share my cake with me and be my friend by believing I am 25?"

"That cake would go straight to my thighs, but I honestly believe you are 25."

"We already learned how to work cake off your thighs. How did you know where to find me?"

"Susan called me. Star would not let her come have dinner with you. I'm hoping you will accept me as a poor substitute."

"Hardly a poor substitute. You know, I think you are beautiful. I know you are tasty and I know how you feel inside."

"I think you are ahead of me with the alcohol."

"Want to catch up?"

"Get me a strong "Sex on the Beach"."

"Anytime, but what would you like to drink?"

Ellen laughed, leaned forward and kissed me. I inhaled her and thrust my tongue into her mouth.

"You are aggressive and horny when you drink on your birthday."

"Sorry, right this minute, I can feel my manners returning."

"I'll bet you could take what you want, when you are drinking."

"I can take what I want when I am sober and I enjoyed discovering that you can too."

"Let's call this conversation a draw and start over."

"I agree. Thank you for being here. You are the only person who has wished me Happy Birthday. I was starting to think, I had become the high school geek again, until a sexy woman showed up."

"You have a strange job. Dozens of women work for you, are interested in you but you are the "hatchet man" and they are all afraid to even look at you."

"I'm not a bad boy. The women I've met, like bad boys who are not nice to them. They don't stay with me very long. Someday, I'll learn to be "bad" and some lovely, like you, will want to be with me."

"Feeling sorry for yourself on your birthday?"

"No, once a geek always horny."

"Come on, get away from the booze and dance with me."

My objections fell on deaf ears. I wanted to dance, be with her, hold her, touch her and hear her talk more. After a few dances and a few drinks, she had felt me up rather thoroughly and I had revisited every inch of her body. By the end of the evening, I was almost sober and Ellen had told me her life story and drank enough to be more blitzed than I was when she showed up.

She asked me, "Buy me a really stiff drink. My mind is having bad thoughts."

"Hand me your car keys. Tell me your address, then I will buy you as many drinks as you can keep down until the bad thoughts go away. I promise to get your home safely and come drive you to your car tomorrow." I was surprised, she did not argue and handed me her keys, fumbled in her wallet and handed me her driver's license.

She explained, "I had a friend who had three DUIIs. Her life was hell: couldn't drive, had horrible fines, took classes and probably will never get a license again."

"Thank you for not fighting me. I'll tell the bartender to keep me straight and get you drunk."

"I didn't fight you on your patio."

"No you didn't and I still remember how your wet pussy and how your body contorts and squeezes when it cums. For tonight, tell me more about you. That is what I want to know. Was your first experience with a female or a male?"

For two hours, she talked and I discovered that she started young, her first lovers were male and they rejected her. She was secretive about why. She drank more and wanted to kiss and touch. It was time to take her home. I intended to get her settled inside and then leave but she turned on me, pinning me against the inside of her door. "Finger fuck me again and make me cum like you did before."

I'm never one to disappoint a lady. I twisted her around to press her back to her own door. Her shoes, panty hose and panties came off easily. Her legs opened so wide there seemed to be a neon sign saying, "Here, right here." I knelt in front of her and took her with my fingers using long hard strokes. When she gasped, I slowed and started with my mouth. When she began to thrust, my fingers started a major frontal assault on her g-spot. I'd get and "F" for foreplay but she did not want any. Her body, her hands and her thighs clasped me to her. She screamed and squirted profusely and kept squirting as she screamed again and again and slid down the door. The alcohol and the totally free climax were too much for her. She passed out. My face, neck and shirt were wet. Her clothing was wet but it was soaked after I cleaned the wet floor with it. I had swallowed what I could but she had surprised me. I regretted what I had missed. This was my greatest hope, my greatest delight. I wiped her, found her bedroom, put her to bed, left her wet clothing in a pile in the bathroom and put a note by her telephone, "Call me when your head quits pounding after your second cup of coffee." She would be surprised. I made coffee to be ready at eight in her coffee maker.

About noon, my telephone rang, Ellen was crying so hard I could barely understand her. I over talked her, "I'll be right there."

For an hour, she would not elaborate but kept apologizing. She looked hung over and over wrought. Finally, I had to put a stop to the hysterics and hear the truth.

"You came to me and gave me a great birthday present by being with me. You are a wonderful woman and friend. What is so horrible?"

Through a dozen hitches in her voice, a dozen gasps and a dozen tries to turn away from me, she finally got out, "I'm so sorry I peed on you. All my clothes were wet. I'm so sorry."

I knew she would not believe my words. I left her standing and sobbing, as I went to get her wet clothing from the bathroom. Her eyes could barely look at me.

"Why do you think you peed on me?" I did not wait for an answer. "Why do you think that would be so wrong, if you did?" I waited for her to gather some rational thought. "Ellen, your body did something few women can do, you squirted. It was wonderful and beautiful. You are special and could fly higher and higher and higher than most women can imagine when you climax."

Ellen was very, very quiet, hung over and trying to process what I told her.

"Who told you that you pee when you cum?"

"It doesn't happen often. The first guys I was with complained. I try to hold back. I've never done it with a woman."

"The guys were inexperienced and did not know what had happened. Smell these."

I bundled all her wet clothing and held the bundle in front of her face. She did not move, so I pressed it into her nose. She pulled away, revolted by my action, but then noticed that she smelled something different than pee. Maybe some pee but not much. Her head tilted forward. I reached down and worked two fingers into her pussy and brought them to her nose.

"Close?"

"Yes."

"Just as a man can squirt, so can a woman. Her juices are clear, clean, from her womb and beautiful. If she holds back in any way she will not truly fly and her body will not give its beauty to her lover. Someday, we will shower together and I will have you kneel and I will pee on your breasts and you can feel the warm stream flow down and drip off your clit. Then I will kneel for you and you will pee on my neck and chest and it will flow down and drip off my cock. Then I will make you cum and squirt and you will know, what came from you last night comes from a different wonderful special place, a mystery place in a woman's body."

"But I thought......"

"No, Ellen, you did not. You made some uneducated, inexperienced little boy's wrong ideas important and let them hurt you. Last night, when you were with me, you squirted; I tried to drink everything from your body. It was beautiful and special. I felt slighted because I missed so much and your juices fell on the floor. I wiped the floor with your clothing, so you could marvel at how much wonderful juice your climax pushed out, to show you the greatness of your female body. I have told you, I am an oral man. Now you know what I mean. I love the taste of your wet mouth, your excited pussy and most of all the cum that pulses from you when you trust enough to let go, fly and give your body to me when it releases its joy."

She was trying to believe.

"If I had my cock buried deep in your belly when you squirted, you wetness would have pushed out around my cock and bathed my stomach and my balls. Your little boys did not know that you were special and in their lifetimes they may never encounter another like you. They will learn and die wishing they could remember, had stayed quiet and just marveled at what you can do."

She did not believe. I lowered her to the floor, removed her panties and her legs spread for me. "Only let your mind feel how much I love to kiss you."

For several minutes, I worshiped her swollen lips, her swelling clit and her splayed thighs with only my light touches and my tongue and lips. I pushed two fingers roughly into her wet cunt and ordered, "Don't fight me Ellen. I want you to give me your wetness. I want you to fly and let me see your body let go and jump willingly into the unknown. Please, trust me and do what I ask."

For long minutes, I felt her get close and then resist. Harsh, condemning words had hurt her. My fingers on her magic spot helped. I had done this for her before. Her mind struggled.

"Please, let her go. Let her go as far as she wants, don't hold her back. When you're close try to push out the beauty inside you."

Ellen swirled higher and then higher. She wanted to jump from the cliff but hung there. I licked her button with the flat of my tongue. She was getting sensitive to my thrusting fingers. Her body wanted to fly but her mind was afraid. I let her feel the pinch of my fingers on her nipples and she rose higher but still held back, expecting reticule. I licked and thrust; her hips lifted off the floor and she held her breath. She was ready but needed a spark. I wet my other index finger in her flowing juices, pressed at her tight pucker, sucked hard on her clit and pushed.

I unleashed a tiger. Her scream rattled the windows and her hands grasped my head and crushed it into the hard bone under her mons. My nose could be bleeding, still I thrust fingers from both my hands, sucked with my lips and licked with my tongue. I felt her hands lighten, her body lighten and her breath suck in the rare air above the clouds. Her entire body began to tremble and her fountain erupted. I sucked and swallowed. We timed our pause and then she fed me again and I could swallow with her body's contractions. With her final contraction, I felt the trembles in her begin to fade and her arched body begin to slide onto the floor. She had given me her gift and it had taken her consciousness away. Now, I had to hold her so she would know the truth when she awoke in my arms.

Ellen had nothing to say when I lifted her from the floor and took her to the shower, bathed her, kissed her and stroked her overly sensitive pussy. She endured my abuse because it was her place, as drinking from her, had been mine. We dressed, touched and teased with kisses but did not speak. Breakfast at the local restaurant tasted better than food should taste. Our feet and legs touched through breakfast. Twice, I had to let go of her hand so she could eat. She knew I wanted to be close to her.

As we left the restaurant, I offered a not too smart suggestion, "Let's go see what Susan and Star are doing. I have never met this wonderful "Star."

Ellen was none too happy with my suggestion, but I was driving. Susan was clean, dressed, beautiful and desirable when she opened the door. She asked us in and was immediately embarrassed by the passed out, lightly snoring, Star on the couch. Star was tall, brown haired, thin, sexy in an in-between sexes sort of way. She had on a skirt. One leg was straight on the couch and the other was splayed on top of the back cushions. Her light blue panties with a slight stain were plainly visible. She was deep in sleep from too much alcohol last night. She would never remember what happened last night or what was going to happen now.

Susan made coffee and Ellen and I visited with her for a while. We discovered that Star was even wilder now. Last night she did not come home to Susan. She had been with another woman and arrived home about eight a.m. and promptly passed out on the couch. Ellen cared for Susan and, of course, I did. However, I held my tongue. Ellen started to voice an opinion. I squeezed her knee under the table and she backed off her criticism. I was hiding my hurt and anger. My control was not very strong. It broke down when Ellen and I started to leave. Star was spread even wider and she had a hand resting on her pussy.

"For months, you have taken yourself away from me for this woman. She must be a fantastic person and lover." I took Susan's hand and pulled it until it pushed Star's hand away and replaced it with her own. "She was touching herself in her sleep. Rub her puffy camel toe and help her. She won't wake up. Make her wetter, fuck her with your fingers and make her cum in her sleep. I want to watch her cum."

Susan's eyes flashed both anger and passion at me for directing her to be naughty. Her hand pressed, under mine, into Star and her fingers moved, then stopped, rethinking her actions.

"I am angry with you. Do it or Ellen and I will make you."

Her eyes flitted first to Ellen, then to me, then back to plead for help from Ellen.

Ellen was wondering where I was taking this. Truthfully, I had no idea. My actions were not like me; they were irrational; I was just lashing out, succumbing to my buried anger.

"She didn't take care of you. You must be hot, disappointed and horny. Maybe, you want me to stand behind you and fuck you, pushing your mouth into her dirty cunt."

Susan's hand began to move under mine. The naught idea excited her but her body did not move.

"Maybe you really want to get down and dirty. Maybe you want to resist my request. Then I could ask Ellen to twist your nipples and I could spread those lovely virgin ass cheeks of yours and work my cock into your unused, tight hole."

I reached out and pushed down on her shoulders. Susan dropped to her knees between Star's legs. 

"Doesn't she taste good? Pull her panties to the side and show her to us."

Susan was caught up in the depravity and power exchange. She did what she was told. Star had a little stubble showing on her usually smooth shaven cunt. Ellen was visibly excited. Her breathing was labored and her hand touched her breasts a couple of times. I was strangely detached. I wanted to control Susan and prove to myself that she was now back with Star, that I should quit thinking about her, time for me to give up and time I looked elsewhere for a companion and friend.

"You are doing well. Now push two fingers into her. Fuck her with them and use your mouth on her dirty pussy until she cums in her sleep."

The show was pretty good. Ellen was having trouble staying still. I moved to stand behind her, opened the front button on her slacks and pulled down the zipper. The little angel lifted her blouse so my hand could slip, unimpeded across her belly and slide two fingers into her. She was very aroused, too slippery for much friction.

Star's body tensed, her belly tightened and I could see contractions ripple down, disappearing between her widely spread legs. Susan had three fingers stretching into her now. She was way too drunk to wake up, but her moans were regular, her cunt's lips were swollen, thick, red and glistening. Her juices were dripping from her, making a wet spot on their rented couch.

"Wet your other hand with her juices and feed her wetness to Ellen." Ellen was close to cuming. Susan's fingers pushed into her mouth, rubbed around Ellen's active tongue and Ellen came on my fingers, wetting through the slacks, she had so carefully selected just hours ago.

"Now, let me watch you, wet your fingers again and lick Star's taste from your own fingers." My own fingers were keeping Ellen going while I explained to Susan, "I want to watch you because I imagine it does to you, what your tastes do to me. When I press my nose into your skin and inhale your pheromones, my body aches to lick you. My cock gets rock hard and imagines you open like she is."

Susan wet her hand again between Star's gaping lips, then she forcibly pushed her fingers into my mouth. I licked but told her, "You still taste better to me." My hand was still torturing Ellen. Susan opened her own blouse and lifted her bra and reached between Ellen and me, to fish out my now interested cock. For the first time without urging, she took me into her mouth and sucked, bobbing her head in time with her tireless fingers thrusting into a now continuously cuming Star. Ellen's eyes were only slits but they were glued on Susan's fingers fucking into the bright red irritated lips.

My mind was shutting down, going round and around with the thought that Susan was taking me willingly, without suggestion or direction. Her mouth was not experienced with a man but my body knew without a doubt that she was about to be successful. My first rope arched my back and pumped into Susan's throat, lacing across her tongue and lips. She pulled back and my second and third offering bathed her breasts. Vaguely, I felt Ellen cuming. Susan's hand was jacking off my still hard, spent and slowly softening cock. At half-mast her lips returned and my knees almost buckled. She had remembered how Ellen told her to pull the last drops of semen from me.

This might be my last time with Susan. I pulled her away from Star. Ellen helped me strip her, helped me lie down and pushed Susan to straddle my head and lower her cunt to my face. Her arms could still reach the edge of the couch for support and I needed, passionately to use my hands and mouth on her pussy to bring her pleasure and share in her climax. Susan was hot, wet and close. She ground her open cunt into my mouth, worked herself with her fingers then spread her glistening lips to sacrifice her clit to my tongue. I was in heaven, excited and pleased. I had forgotten about Ellen when familiar lips sucked hardness and desire back into my helmet. The idea that she could taste Susan's mouth on me while I could taste Susan's cunt's juices made me harder, wider and longer than ever before. Pre-cum flowed from the tip of my cock but did not make it any farther before Ellen licked it away and swallowed it.




Former Geek is Now Successful Ch. 02



Susan was making that wonderful female sound deep in her womb that told me she was about to cum when the most exquisite, slippery silky tightness began to slip over my cock. I moaned into Susan as she began to cum, sucking on my imbedded fingers and trickling her nectar onto my tongue. Ellen's body was different this time. It was tight, sucking and demanding that I fill it. I felt her reach behind and squeeze my balls to the point of pain. Again, I moaned and again Susan began to climb.

All but a few of my brain cells were in my cock wanting desperately to cum into Ellen's willing cunt. Those few began to decipher words, whispers really. They were whispers from Ellen telling Susan what she was feeling and how she was not going to stop her body.

"Make his mouth please you, because I'm going to fuck him, hump him, suck him dry with my cunt. He will be so dry, he won't be able to satisfy another woman for a month. He wanted you yesterday on his birthday but he pleased me, until I had no more to give. Now I am going to return the favor. He is too far gone to tell you, but I will tell you, he wants to be inside you, cuming and cuming and .........."

I heard her words trail off as her own pleasure mounted. My last few brain cells shut down and Ellen's beautiful cunt took all I had. If it would have asked, it could have had my life but it only sucked the cum and all the liquids out of my body. I would need several IVs to recover. 

Minutes, I don't know, maybe hours, later. I struggled up. Star was still snoring but I was the only one on the floor. My slacks were soaked but my cock had been put up and my zipper was closed. Ellen had found her own way home. Susan had cleaned up the room; it smelled of Fabreze. She had cleaned herself up and dressed; I wanted her naked again. She motioned for me, showing me a cup of coffee. I stumbled but made it into the small kitchen nook.

After an eternity of silence, my first words were not brilliant. "After high school, I wondered for years why we did not work out."

"You went to the prom with Wendy Thomas."

"I was afraid to ask you because it seemed you saw us as just friends and I did not want you to laugh at me for overstepping my place. I did not go to the prom at all. Wendy stood me up and went with Tom Akins. I heard it was all a big joke for her to agree to go with me; I was laughed at all night for thinking Wendy would actually go with me."

"I didn't go either."

"Considering your current preferences, maybe that was best."

"I would have gone with you."

"Please don't Susan. Inside a lot of me is still the high school, acne scarred, coke bottle glasses geek who knew how to swim well. There is still a space in my mind and heart that wants only you and is afraid to ask."

I think she was starting to come to me and say something beautiful, but Star called her and struggled to sit up. Susan was there in an instant with a cup of coffee, with one splash of cream and two sugars. I had been dismissed. Regardless of what Star had done last night, Susan wanted to be with her. I walked over to Star, introduced myself, said I had dropped by without an invitation, apologized and made a hasty exit.