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The Name

By: endthedream



"You can't believe you've been fooling anyone."

"No. Of course not."

"Then why do you act like it?"

"My foolishness. My inexactitude. My inability to say one decent thing about or to another person unless..."

"Say it."

"You say it. I pay a hundred for fifty five minutes of your time each week."

"Rates going up next month."

"Big shock."

"What do you say?"

"Won't."

"And why not?"

"Well, doctor, it's like this. I don't feel I should have to put down money I don't have in order for you to sit there in your smug suit that cost more than what I make in six months.."

"Or seven..."

"Right. Or seven. Or more. And for this money I can ill afford, I get to have you charmingly, leaning back in your softly upholstered chair, with your hands clasped behind your head, and sticking out your holier than thou goatee at me, and listen to me ramble, vapidly, as you have oftentimes said, thus disabusing me of any ability to think I am worth one shit in this crazy world, and then in the process of making me impotent at the same exact time. It would appear to me that I could get my brain stapled and my dick cut off for less money than this in some back alley at midnight where you really should be doc. Money can't hide.

"Okay. Sit there. Nice diploma. Good hair cut. Halfway between well we used to be shaggy but now we're middle aged. The protein in my sperm is depleted because there is no sperm, and for that I thank you, Herr docktor. Isn't there some prison camp you should be at, devising fun new ways of torture? You seem to have developed some rightly keen examples here with me, and I doubt, as the song says, I am the only one."

"Joel."

"I know. I know the word, the name, and the sobriquet often and always in my mind and that is the problem. You know it. I know it. What the hell am I doing here with a clam like you?"

'Roughing me up verbally, it appears."

"Do you know there is actually a film called 'Tit to the Moon,' Herr docktor?

"Well, that pregnant pause will cost me at least fifteen bucks.."

"You aren't a whiz at math either."

"No. Guess not. But there really is a movie with that name. Foreign. That's the translation. It's about a boy with an obsession with female breasts. Supposed to be both deep and charming and humorous and lots of tits I suppose. I don't know what the moon has to do with it, unless he develops a need for gandering, and perhaps more, at women's backsides as well. Could fly a tit to the moon, too, I guess."

"Well, there was a segue. What does it mean?"

"Well, it may be the world's greatest movie ever. I don't know. Maybe it'll turn up on IFC sometime. The thing is---let's say it's a bad movie—I mean watching some kid mooning—maybe that's the moon in the title, sort of—over female tits—if that's what the thing's about—you can find the damndest things on the web—anyway—but if that is what it's about, then how in the hell did someone get up the money and the people to make it? Man, I'm putting my whole life stakes into this thing. Me too. Count me in also.

" I mean, come on everybody, let's make a movie about a boy obsessed with tits—not the most original idea, but maybe there are some unexposed tits in the film. Hot damn, let's go for it. I mean once on IFC, I saw fifteen minutes of a French Canadian film about parents who were obsessed with their children's bowel movements—honest to God, I watched fifteen minutes one or two in the morning, and I suddenly come to my senses—what am I, nuts?—don't answer that—man, bet there was a rush on to be in that cast or crew—where did they get the money to make this thing? I ask you. Bet they had to fight that mob off with a chainsaw-- and flip over, relieved, to Bill O'Leilly who is a bowel movement waiting to happen---"

"You are rambling."

"And ambling, Docktor, the thing of it is, why couldn't Joel have loved me? Someone makes a movie of a kid ga ga over tits and someone else makes a movie about bowel movements and Bill O'Leilly is sitting there with his sweat bee face in the screen, all, especially Bill, apparently making money of some sort—so why could not Joel love me? It's not any more far fetched. People saw these movies. Maybe only one or two. But somebody's let's face it somewhat bizarre dream came true, such as it was, and I can't live one more second with these nightmare horrors of ethereal beauty that puts James Mason's excellent character of Humbert Humbert, cartoon that he is, to shame---Humbert, not Mason—"

"So you pretend everyone you love is Joel."

"Well?"

"You guessed it two years ago, Herr docktor."

"Could you kind of knock off the Herr docktor thing—it..."

"It—what?—

"Well, man, speak up. That space above my line is filled with another of your pregnant pauses."

"Nothing."

"Irritates you, you started to say. Or rather it irritates 'me.'"

"Look, they all know. You are wasting your money."

"And you know I am dependant as hell on you, kind sir."

"Joel."

"Yes. Joel. You have told me this so often, I fear the name has been rubbed almost through. And I have told you, you are right and you don't puff up like a pouter pigeon, because of course you are right and who the hell gives a shit what I think anyway, right? Well, herr—ah Dr. Spittengruber or whatever, see? you can't get angry. That would make you human—but enough ridiculous charges leveled against you—I have half lied. I have half truthed you as your glorious leader would say. And I have half-lied you. At the same time. To kind of pay you back for dispiriting me and deballing me at the same time. One stop shopping for me. One stop shopping for you.

"Ah yes, put your steepled hands to your chin and lean forward, but not pensively, for we don't want to break that image of stone granite and brick dry wall façade—let's just say you were half-right. Let's just say you were half-wrong."

"Well..."

"He said ominously as he pulled out his note book and pencil to go over past sessions with me...."

"There was Jimmy. There was Julian. There was Randy. There was Daniel. There was and was and was and was..."

"Don't get apoplectic doctor, it doesn't clash well with your anemia. The thing is, my noble deity, you got it partly wrong. And in truth, not till you and your little screwings of my brain and hurtings of my heart and popping what few balloons of little achievements I might have ostensibly accomplished, for my own goddam good of course—that's always your excuses--even if only in my own tired fretting little brain, did I finally realize where you came a cropper.

"Pregnant pauses, Herr—ah-sorry, Doctor-never produce anything. People like me and your other impatient patients have to fill them up with words. Well, I was wrong. They produce nervous words from the other person. How many boats have you bought with the nervous words of others?

"One of your little tricks. So you will look sharp and one eyebrow raised as in a quiet smoke signal of whispered ah ha...Daniel got it—wrong---he was the first to notice it half right and half wrong. It stunned me...so after that, well, I didn't do it on purpose really, but it helped me maintain a distance, as if Joel was my emissary and took the body blows instead of me—and how could I let the only person I ever fell for in the whole fuckin' world take the raps for me? —No, doctor, as a favorite writer of mine would have said, of the lower depths, we are closing in on it—let me lead you—I did not pretend they were Joel. Neither did I pretend that Joel was my emissary. My puppet. My shield."

"Intriguing."

"Oh bullshit, doctor Gus or whatever the hell—I pay tons of money to insult you and you sit there with those gleamy eyes and steel balls—anyways, I always was Joel. They were always in some way me. How do you love someone? I mean, really love someone? I don't mean just sex and body and hormones and scent and all of that—I mean when you love someone, you love them from the heart out. And if they don't love you back, you have to become them. I had to become Joel. The puppet was not him. I was not the puppeteer. We became, we humans, in our frail, mad human world, in my mind and spirit at least...people supposedly do that when they fall in love. To keep the fear of their separateness, that we can only imperfectly pretend with each other to nullify, a pace away— 

"I loved, not them, but I loved with Joel, images of me. Shards of me. Pieces of bright dangerous glass that was not the collective shadow even of Joel imperfectly captured for a moment in a fun house mirror. But images of me...so you see, Herr docktor, I'm paying the bill, I'll fuckin' call you what I like—all these people all my life who made me feel what you made me feel too, only they charged a helluva lot more than you do, doc, a helluva lot more, they worked for me—rather like you do—they made me nothing—and in doing so, to my surprise and delight I see now—I was Joel and I made them nothing---Joel can't be hurt—Joel is forever—like diamonds—they were clowns, the Daniels, the Julians, the Jimmys, and whatever, I've become fond of that word 'whatever' that I could not stand for so long, for it was directed distractedly at me often as not—

"And because they were the clowns, Joel, I, let them dance their stupid heads and butts off--- and since I saw them as me, I got to have the fine old masochism I let Joel put me through in the first damn place—this one stop shopping could catch on--and because you now know my secret, my little game plans, as they said in the movies, I shall have to kill you."

"Well, that was a really long pregnant pause. Got a light, doc? Thanks."

"See you next week at ten, Barry?"

"Sure, doc. wouldn't miss it for the world. Hey, before I head out the door, can I ask you something if you didn't sleep through this session too?"

"Go ahead."

"You don't believe me for a minute do you? Just a last gasp to win some corkscrewed way somehow or somewhere, right?"

"Of course."

"Be amazed. So long, Julian. Get used to it. I've developed this curious brain and eyesight power. Stoke up that British accent, you supercilious S.O.B. You're going to need it."

"Right ya ar' guv'nor."

"Don't be a smart ass."

Door opens and closes. 

The Name Isolates Xavier



ONE

The 22-year-old good-looking blond sat at the table, head hanging, waiting for his mother to prolong the agony by continuing on about it. The wagging tongue of a female in full mobilization was not one of his favorite worldly experiences. Nor was the subject.

"We've come to a new city, give it time darling, give it time; 'all good things come to those who have patience'. Have patience."

Registering the misquotation but decided to let it be, he murmured 'Yes mom', knowing of course that would only give her encouragement to prattle on while banging the crap out of pots and knocking new cracks in the tableware. The door opened and he was saved; in walked his sister Capucine, second only to his mother as the world's greatest motorized mouth.

Capucine kissed her mother and asked about her day. After a couple of minutes she acknowledged her brother: "Get your leg over at last today buddy?"

"Capucine!"

"It's okay Dottie, (both offspring called their widowed mother by her former stage name) he needs some sympathy and attention."

"Oh, of course," Dottie said weakly, accepting the validity of the explanation in preference to bickering over her daughter's appalling question.

He son simply sighed. Capucine had introduced him to sex and remained available whenever he felt like sinking into a woman. The fact that she also shared it around with his friends didn't worry him unduly. Guys befriended him to get close to Capucine.

"Xavier, go wash your hands and pour the wine. This duck stew is almost ready."

"Yes mom."

Therein lay the problem – the name Xavier. What nubile babe playing the field goes into sex with a guy named Xavier? If there were any Xavier hadn't found them except for a soft-hearted sister. He couldn't understand it – Capucine also had a terrible name given by their arrogant French father but faced more sex that she could comfortably handle while he was left wanting. 

Life was such a bitch.

His mom had been little help, being a little mixed up herself culturally, with a New Yorker academic for a father and a wealthy socialite heiress from Dallas for a mother but being predominantly raised by a house maid from Mexico.

Xavier's classmates – one by one – were initiated into the eroticism of dipping in between a female's thighs whereas he was confronted by female thighs that remained firmly crossed. 

Xavier sought counsel from his mom. She inspected him and placing a hand to her breast announced a little breathlessly that he was 'amorously' well prepared down there. She had his hair cut more expensively by better hairdressers and ordered him to shower twice a day, She purchased for him men's scents with names like 'Sure Thing', 'Fatal Attraction' and 'Never Fails' but all failed for Xavier.

Dottie escorted – dragged, actually – the sexually deprived teenager (being unaware Capucine had launched her heroic attempt to haul her brother back from despondency) to a sex therapist. Much of the $300 session was consumed by the therapist explaining masturbation techniques to the almost luckless victim of rejection and vaguely suggesting that anyone named Xavier automatically had the 'X' factor.

Dottie had Capucine invite several girlfriends to stay overnight (one at the time) and then next morning would ask Capucine to go shopping with her. They'd returned eager for Capucine to find out if there had been collusion – but no, the girlfriends would shrug and say while the opportunity caught their imagination, doing it with Xavier didn't. None could explain why – they all had the same vague answer: "Just because."

One evening when finishing the bottle of wine after meat balls, Xavier's plight was the subject, yet again, at a family conference. Capucine hadn't visited his bed for almost three weeks so he was a little tense.

"Change your name, darling," Dottie urged. "I'm sure it's the name – there doesn't seem to be anything else."

"Over my dead body," the victim growled uncooperatively.

"It will be if you continue to go without sex," Dottie suggested unhelpfully, noticing her youngest had a very flushed face. "Are you feeling well, Capucine?"

"Just guilty at not helping Xavier enough," she said, looking her mother in the eye.

"Darling, there's absolutely nothing you can do – masturbation seems his only chance of survival." 

Now Xavier flushed. 

"Unless..." Dottie paused until she had attentive ears from across the table. "Unless we move to another city – to a place where Xavier's neglect by females is not known."



TWO

Three cities later they were at the table where Capucine had made the comment about her brother getting his leg over after his first day at his new job. She loved these changes of cities as she found a few new guys to fondle and Xavier because of his awesome physique and sporting ability immediately bonded with guys and bought home heaps of them for her to sort through.

"I'm off to a movie – you guys want to come?" Dottie asked.

"Yeah," said Capucine then remembering sisterly duty looked at Xavier with a raised eyebrow. But apparently sex could wait; he said he was off to enroll at a gym.

Although the evening rush was on, it was quiet at administration. A guy enrolled Xavier and said he'd book him in for an assessment.

"Any chance of that happening now?"

"Sorry, policy is to book – you'll be advised over the next couple of days. Because of insurance stipulation you cannot use the gym until you've been assessed and a recommended program discussed with you and approved."

"I'll take him."

Xavier turned and saw a babe in her late twenties adjusting her head band. Her face was a bit plain but the body looked great and she really was a blonde – her hair had real shine."

"Are you sure, Binne?"

"Yes, this guy looks a challenge."

The desk guy Hans introduced them. Binne didn't blink when Hans checked the sheet and said, "This is Xavier."

"Come this way and change and then we'll get into it," she said with a slight European accent. Xavier gave her a toothy grin, thinking about getting into it with Binne; she didn't appear unnerved.

As she put the tape around his chest, momentarily leaning her cheek against him, Xavier felt compelled to flirt, almost a lost art with him.

"I'd like to measure you." As soon as he said that he thought how fucking pathetic – she'd be thinking he was a brainless dork.

But bells began ringing in his ears and his gut tightened. She gazed at him impassively and said if he outdid her on the circuit she just might let him do that.

Panic hit him; he couldn't allow this to happen, she was too pleasant to be misled. "I must remind you my name is Xavier," he said, shuffling his feet.

Without looking at him she said, "I remember – now hold out an arm – first, bicep unflexed. Oh, you know what your bicep is - what about the biceps femoris?" 

"Could I demonstrate on you?"

"This is very irregular but yes."

Xavier reached around her thigh, just above the back of her knee, allowing his head to contact her breasts just enough to ensure she knew it was there. "About here."

"Very good. This is also very irregular – I think I'm beginning to like you."

For years Xavier had dreamed of this moment arriving; he closed his eyes as if praying and remained suspended in time until her voice reached him, "Now flex."

They went head to head, Binne adjusting the machines and weights to make it an even contest, allowing for her lighter body frame and using recognized gender differential allowances. 

Xavier trusted her to be fair and she trusted him not to give the impression they were competing; detection would have her on the mat.

"Then why take the risk?"

"Because I have moments of stupidity – I like taking risks," she said.

Xavier wanted sex with her more than anything and knew the changes of this happening could materialize if he beat her. He cleared his mind to consider strategy. He had to pace himself, conserve energy for the last dash if needed. She'd be thinking the same thing of course because she was the professional.

"Supper at my place if you win," she intoned. "You take me to a restaurant if I triumph."

He agreed, realizing by her flat voice that she was entering a mindset. He took one last look at her breasts then focused on the trial ahead.

They didn't talk much and were sweating heavily at the end.

"You're good, but not quite good enough," she said, consulting her clipboard and sounding disappointed.

Xavier looked through the glass beyond the Cateye exercise bikes to the pool below. "Let's finish in the pool – the supreme test of fitness after what we've done."

"It's futile – I was a 200-yard freestyle specialist."

"Fancy that," he said. "Let's go, four lengths."

He creamed her.

"I'm not as fast as I was," she smiled, dripping water as he handed across her towel.

"I've also lost speed but I pictured myself as Tarzan, swimming to rescue Jane from a stalking crocodile."

"Oooh. You're making me wet," she whispered.



THREE

Xavier pulled away from kissing. They both were breathing heavily. Binne lifted up her arms; he pulled off the top and dealt with the bra, sinking his head into rounded flesh, nipples very firm.

Binne made throaty sounds and walked backwards to the bed, forcing Xavier into a compulsory frog march, not that he noticed. As the back of her knees hit the bed she fell, taking Xavier with her but upon landing he slid on to the floor, ripping her skirt open and pulling that and her panties down with him. As his knees hit the floor his mouth was directly over a slightly suppurating pussy.

"May I?"

She rammed his head at it and moaned.

A few minutes later Xavier lifted his happy face, dripping juices and looked tenderly as she emerged from uncontrolled writhing. He didn't undress. As if he were a practiced seducer he unzipped and pulling aside his undies let the red-headed cock plug itself in.

"Oh I'm ready for this," Binne sighed as the eager cock slid into her and Xavier – recalling one of Capucine's instructions - placed a hand under each cheek and lifted until he could feel the extra intensity of friction from Binne's pussy.

"Oh jumping catfish, jumping catfish," she cried after just a few strokes and puffed into a climax.

"Should I go on?"

Binne grasped him and said, "Faster, I'm a repeat performer."

Later, when she was squeezing his nuts and roaring he pulled out because they'd not discussed safety. He hosed her and she lifted to look at her belly and boobs: "You're not only good at gym," she grinned, red-faced, sweaty and looking very pleased.

After showering, having more sex in the shower and showering again they walked nude hand-in-hand into the kitchen.

"Hello you two," said the woman turning from the stove, speaking with a great accent Xavier thought was French. "I have the meal ready. Binne I've never heard you make so much noise. Does this mean you've found the right man at last?"

Binne ignored the question and threw Xavier a tea-towel, not bothering with one for herself.

"Mom, this is Xavier."

"Xavier, meet my mother Xavia."

Mother and visitor stared at each other, mouths open.

THE END



The Name Not To Call Your Dog



The last name you should choose is, 'Sex.'

Everyone who owns a dog calls it by a sensible name, Like Rover, Boy, Trixie, or just plain, 'Dog!'

Not me! I don't know why. Maybe it was because I wasn't getting any at the time and it was rankling. I will even go as far to say it was a sore subject. Dunno, maybe I should not have called my dog, 'Sex!'

Little did I know then what an embarrassment it would be for my wife and I. Like when I went to the post office, in those days you needed a licence to keep a dog.

The lady behind the counter was nice, she called me, Sir!

'Yes? What can I do for you, Sir?' she said.

'I would like a licence for Sex please.'

She seemed quite genuine when she asked, 'Are you legally married? Is your wife over the age of consent?'

'Yes, Miss! Why do you ask? I don't see the connection!'

'You do not need a licence to have Sex with your partner if you are legally married, Sir!'

'But! You do not seem to understand! She's a dog!'

'I am not really concerned what she looks like! We all have our crosses to bear. You should see my husband!'

'You still do not understand, do you? I have had Sex since I was nine years old!'

'Really, Sir! Whoaweee! I don't know whether you are bragging or complaining. I thought I was an early starter when I had it when I was fourteen! My Dad threatened to disown me, he did!'

Finally I gave up and purchased a book of postage stamps.

Then there was the time my wife and I went on honeymoon and we could not stand to see our Sex left behind.

'Good Evening, Sir and Madame! Welcome to the Palm Beach Hotel! Have you made reservations?'

'Eh! Yes we did. We have a problem though. The lady who usually had Sex, said she couldn't do it this time, so we had to bring Sex with us which means we now require an additional room for Sex... Please.'

The hotel receptionist just did not know where to look, finally she looked at me and then my wife and back at me again. I could see she was doing her best to control her features. Finally she said, 'You do not have to worry on that score, Sir! All our rooms are warm and sound-proofed. We have had no complaints although some of the ladies admitted to us that they were very loud in the bedroom. Personally, don't say I told you, but I can tell you from experience that it is possible to get up to the kinkiest of goings on and not be heard.'

It was at this stage that, Gertrude, my good lady wife tried to help, Bless her. 'You do not seem to understand, Miss. Sex, keeps my husband and I awake at night! I can put up with it, but my husband can't, it makes him fractious, when he gets excited, sometimes he can be violent!'

I could see the receptionist was beginning to enjoy the conversation, she probably felt we were talent for the hotel variety show. She cleared her throat and continued, 'Let me see if I can sort all this out for you, Sir, Madame. First of all, you do not like to have Sex in your bedroom. I can understand that! Some people can't eat in the dining room. We all have our idiosyncrasies, don't we? You want a special room for Sex. That could be a bit expensive. Our en-suite bathrooms are very spacious, my boyfriend and I often have it in the bathroom. The bubbles tickle, you see. plus the fact he has this thing for water sports. Can't get any kinkier than that, can you?'

We gave up! We ended up having Sex on our bed.

You haven't heard the last of it! There was the time when I entered Sex into the local Dog Show. We spent hours on Sex, getting her ready for the show, even teaching her to hold her tail up.

Amazingly, she went right through to the finals! We were proud of Sex!

Everything went fine until this nice lady Judge started to ask questions.

'What is your dogs name?'

'Sex, Marm.'

'Excuse me? What did you say, Young Man?

'I said, Sex, Marm!'

'Now! Look here, Young Man! You have a very good show worthy dog here who can win prizes on her own merits. She certainly does not need you to bribe the judges!'

'B-B-But, you don't seem to understand Sex is...'

She did not give me time to finish, she walked Sex on her lead and placed her on the First Prize rostrum. Later, when she shook my hand formally she held onto my hand and passed me a folded note concealed in the palm of her hand. It read: I am very tempted by your offer. Phone me on this number at 7 o'clock this evening. Leave your wife and the dog at home.

We had a good laugh about Sex later on that evening. We both were glad that she misunderstood about Sex.

Finally, the arguments about Sex became overheated between my wife and I so that we decided to separate for a while. She just could not understand why I put Sex before her! I think it was because I had Sex long before I met her and Sex means so much to me that I could not possible be without Sex.

You have no idea how complicated it was to talk to a divorce lawyer! Needless to say he was more on my wife's side than mine. He had the damned audacity to say that I should give up Sex! He went on to mumble something about me getting my priorities right! The nerve of the man!

I was in a fit of rage when I left his office, let me tell you! Me give up Sex, never!

When I got back to the car I found the Sex had got bored and chewed up her leash. No problem, I stopped at the pet shop on my way home. I did it again, didn't I?

'Good evening, Sir! What can I do for you?' said the very nice comely young lady behind the counter.

'Good evening to you too, Miss! I would like a nice studded collar and a strong chain lead for Sex, please, Miss.'

'Certainly, Sir! Would you like sharp or blunt studs? Me and my boyfriend likes the sharpens! They scratch lovely, they does.'

'I want them for my, Bitch!'

'Oh! Sir! You are like my boyfriend! The things he does call me when he his aroused!'

I came out of that shop with a box of Bonios...!

The fat really did hit the fan when I got back to the car! Sex had only escaped through the window I had left open! It was already getting dark.

How do you get your dog back? You call her right? Sometimes you have to call real loud, don't you? I was only calling when I felt this size fifteen hand on my collar!

'I must caution you, Sir! Anything you say may be taken down in writing and used in evidence...'

'B-B-But Officer! I w-w-was only looking for Sexxxxxxxxxxxxxx!' 



The Name of The Game



Bringing the regiment into disrepute was a serious offence, punishable by sixty days of hard labour in the military jail. Captain Buller felt ready to impose the punishment as soon as he heard about the incident in the tavern but decided to give the offenders a chance to explain their actions. Sitting behind the big wooden desk in his austere office he gazed at the four young men and wondered if they felt ashamed by what they had done.

"Last night was a disgrace," he said sternly. "The innkeeper accuses you of turning his tavern into a whorehouse. What do you say to that?"

None of the four answered, keeping their eyes on the floor as they stood with their heads bowed and their wrists tied behind their backs. Their belts and boots had been removed, leaving them barefoot and dishevelled, their blue tunics hanging loosely, their white trousers almost falling down. All four were in their early twenties, their suntanned skin and tousled hair betraying their peasant origins. Like many of their breed they were tall and strong, having spent their adolescent years toiling on their fathers' farms or hunting deer in the mountains. Such men usually became fine soldiers, a point that Captain Buller pondered as he frowned at the bedraggled quartet.

"Have you nothing to say?" he inquired. "What about you, Corporal Farrer? Will you not speak?"

The tallest of the four lifted his face, a faint smile curling across his mouth. Tangled locks of brown hair hung over his left cheek, but he tossed them away with a flick of his head. Mirth and mischief, rather than guilt or penitence, glinted in his keen blue eyes.

"It was merely a game, sir," he replied. "Everyone in the tavern encouraged us to play it, soldiers and villagers alike. They wanted to see which of us could be the marksman."

"Marksman?" the captain queried.

"Marksman is the name of the game, sir," Farrer continued. "Apparently it is an ancient pastime from the early years of the army. The sergeants reckon the game has been played for centuries."

"How many people witnessed last night's disgusting spectacle?" the officer asked.

"Thirty or forty, I guess," said Farrer, shrugging his shoulders. "Ten soldiers, two dozen villagers, a few travellers from afar. And of course the four of us, plus the elf girl."

"Ah! The elf girl!" said Buller, leaning back in his chair. "She was the star attraction, I hear. Was she willing to participate in the marksman contest, or did you force her to do it?"

Farrer's smile broadened to a grin, much to the officer's consternation. The corporal's companions raised their heads, two of them struggling to stifle their amusement. The third, a swarthy young man with dark eyes and a mop of black hair, failed to contain a muffled snigger.

"Forgive me, sir," he blurted. "I meant no disrespect to you."

"Is that so, Malkin?" said Buller. "Then you shall answer my question."

"The elf girl was extremely willing," Malkin explained. "In fact, the whole thing was her idea. Her name is Tar-Shenta and she claims to be the finest archer in the forest lands. During a bout of ale-drinking she wagered that none of our race has any skill with an arrow. 'Your aim is not true,' she said. 'You clumsy clods cannot match the skill of the Elves.' And so, being men of honour, we four accepted her boastful challenge."

"What happened next?" the captain inquired, though he had already heard a summary of the event from the angry innkeeper.

"We looked in vain for a bow and some arrows," said Farrer. "Then two sergeants of our regiment suggested that we use the marksman game to test Tar-Shenta's boast. The whole tavern erupted in howls of glee, the soldiers hammering on the tables while the villagers ordered more ale for everyone. A small circular space was cleared amidst the jostling crowd, while the local miller measured three long paces across the floor. My friends and I were pushed to the front, the noisy throng cheering loudly as we lowered our trousers. Tar-Shenta stood three paces away, her hands on her hips, laughing at our dangling cocks. Then she stripped off her clothes."

Captain Buller gave a heavy sigh and shook his head. "Wood Elf females are renowned for their seductive charms," he mused. "Is this lady a creature of great beauty?"

"She is definitely the prettiest woman I have ever seen," Farrer replied. "Pale skin, long blonde hair, green eyes, pointy ears. An awestruck silence descended upon the tavern as she slowly revealed her nakedness, every man in the room completely transfixed by her incredible loveliness. Despite her slender form she displays a pair of magnificent breasts, their shapely perfection a true joy to behold, while her feminine parts are like delicate rose petals, their glory crowned by a trimmed bush of soft golden bristles."

"You four became instantly aroused, I guess?" the captain ventured.

Farrer's three friends shared a furtive chuckle, swiftly regaining their composure when the officer fixed them with a glare of disdain. Dark-eyed Malkin coughed to clear his throat before answering the question.

"Of course we became aroused, sir," he said. "Our cocks responded naturally to the elf girl's naked curves, though we were so drunk that our rods required some assistance from her tongue. The crowd urged Tar-Shenta to wrap her sweet lips around our semi-hard shafts and she duly obliged, sucking each of us in turn until our erections were fully hard. Then she returned to her position, three paces away, where she knelt on the floor, her mouth opening wide as she waited for the game to commence."

Captain Buller raised his right hand, compelling the men to keep silent for a while. "Hear now the innkeeper's complaint," he said. From the desk he lifted a sheet of paper and peered closely at it before reading aloud in a clear voice:

"The four young soldiers took turns to masturbate, rubbing their cocks to orgasm and squirting their semen at the kneeling elf, trying to aim their shafts so that the fluid entered her mouth. The first man pumped a jet of white globules high in the air, to the delight of the lecherous spectators, but the semen merely spattered the elf girl's thighs and belly. The second contestant fared better, his frenetic masturbation sending five powerful spurts of cock-juice directly at the woman's face. Some droplets struck her chin, the remainder falling onto her breasts, though the shooter insisted that one small drop had landed inside her mouth. The belligerent crowd yelled in derision, bundling the despondent soldier aside to allow the third contestant to prove his marksmanship. This man seemed unwilling to ejaculate, though his right hand feverishly rubbed his penis while he leered at the beautiful maiden. Eventually, the crowd guessed that he simply enjoyed masturbating, so they threatened him with instant disqualification if he continued to restrain his orgasm. With a grunt he surrendered to the boisterous audience, firing a mighty squirt of semen that seemed destined to win the game. But his effort went astray, the power of his ejaculation hurling the fluid at the elvish beauty's left cheek. She laughed at his poor aim, mocking him as a true representative of our inferior race, her comments greatly amusing the spectators. One of the village drunkards tried to kiss her, his sweaty hands groping her breasts as he belched his depraved desires, but she pushed the idiot aside and the crowd shoved him into a corner. Wiping a stray blob of semen from her pointy ear she invited the fourth and final contestant to show his skill ... "

"That was me, sir," Farrer interrupted. "The game was lost if I failed to hit the target."

The captain nodded, shaking his head as he placed the paper beneath a pile of documents on the desk. "You succeeded, according to the innkeeper's report," he said. "Your semen reached the girl's mouth and struck the back of her throat, forcing her to swallow. Her arrogant boast about the archery skills of our race was therefore proved false, your marksmanship clearly demonstrating that we are as good as the Wood Elves. Our aim is true when we have a clear target to shoot at."

Farrer grinned at the compliment, bowing respectfully at the officer. "I thank you for your praise, sir," he ventured. "But I did it for the honour of the regiment."

"You did it because you were drunk," Buller retorted, his frown darkening, though a faint smile flickered at the corners of his mouth. "What happened to the elf maid?" he added. "Did she leave the tavern in shame and defeat?"

No, sir," Malkin answered. "The four of us took Tar-Shenta down to the basement and made wonderful love with her for many hours. We parted before dawn, the innkeeper hurling us out on the highway after finding us asleep among the barrels. He did not seem very happy."

"I consider your behaviour contemptible," said Buller, looking gravely at the sniggering foursome. "Never before have any soldiers of this regiment performed a sex-show in the local tavern. To you buffoons it was nothing more than a game, but the innkeeper thinks otherwise and demands that you be severely punished. He truly believes that his house is now damned as an abode of whores and perverts."

"Are you sending us to the military jail?" Malkin inquired.

"No."

A brief silence followed, in which Captain Buller stroked his chin while pondering on the fate of the men. At last, with a deep sigh, he rang a small silver bell to summon a trio of burly guards.

"Get these drunken fools out of my sight," he ordered. "Put them in the dungeon below the North Gate and feed them with bread and water for seven days. After that, they are to return to normal duties."

"Thank you, sir," said Farrer, as the guards led him away. His three friends echoed the words as they followed him out of the room.

"Next time, my fine marksmen, I will not be so merciful," the officer called after them.

Buller waited until their footsteps faded along the corridor, before lighting a candle and retrieving the innkeeper's letter. Smiling as he held it above the dancing flame he watched as the paper shrivelled and burned, the complaint swiftly turning to ash that he brushed into a trash basket. 



The Name of the Game



Liz sat on the couch with her long legs crossed, the high heel on her raised foot rocking back and forth with the nervous energy of her toes moving. Her short tight skirt was up high on her thighs, the tops of her thigh high stockings showing a strip of bare skin above them.

Lisa grinned and said to her roommate, "You're motor is running. Any reason or just general horniness?"

Liz had her arms folder across her upper stomach as she stared off into space. Her arms pushed up her large breasts. The cleavage at the top of her tank top was almost to the bursting point. "Valentines Day is tomorrow and I haven't even got a date, much less a boyfriend."

Lisa laid down her book and grinned. "I plan on celebrating with my red vibrator until I can't hardly breath and then I'm going to sleep."

Liz shifted her ass on the couch and looked at her roommate. "That almost comes under the heading of too much information but in your case I'll make an exception." 

Lisa chuckled and replied, "Yeah, you should, after all I bought that red vibrator to see just high up the walls I could make you climb."

Liz shivered and looked away but did not say anything. The shoe was moving even faster and now slapped softly against her heel.

Lisa grinned and whispered, "That revved up your motor, didn't it."

"With you sitting there with that little wraparound barely covering anything, what do you think?" Liz shot back.

Lisa was well aware of what was showing and what was not. The bright red wrap was fastened in the center of her upper chest. Her small breasts were covered but from there down, the wrap was open, the lower edges of the opening were at each hip. Her legs were together and her feet were curled up next to her ass. Nothing was showing but the idea that she was naked had Liz on a high boil and Lisa knew it.

Neither of them were lesbian but both were bi to some extent. Lisa more so than Liz. That they enjoyed sex with each other was not really a problem with either of them but Liz was still shy about it and Lisa enjoyed teasing her.

"But you love my slinky little body so much," Lisa teased.

Liz grinned and whispered, "Bitch!"

"Yeah, but you're my bitch," Lisa whispered back.

Liz whimpered softly as she remembered the way she had come a few nights before as Lisa fucked her with that red vibrating dildo. With a big shiver, she asked quickly, "What about Valentines Day?"

"What about it? We can celebrate by ourselves or we can invite a few friends over," Lisa replied.

"But all our friends are couples at the present time," Liz protested.

"Not Robert," Lisa whispered.

Liz's head snapped around, her eyes wide, and her mouth open. Robert was the hunk she always drooled over but he was taken and had been forever and three days. Ever since high school, he and Donna had been an item.

"Yeah, Donna's done fucked up royally," Lisa, said with a big grin. "He caught her in bed with someone else."

"Dumb bitch," Liz whispered.

"Maybe, maybe not. The guy who she was in bed with married her a few days later. Robert has been stringing her along for how many years now? Five, if I'm not mistaken."

"Hey, he had to finish college and find a job to support them," Liz protested.

Lisa grinned. "If you say so, girl friend."

Liz frowned and looked away from her friend. "I'm just saying...."

"Yeah, I know, you've lusted after him since high school so you have to be loyal. Now is your chance."

"My chance to what? He isn't interested in me and never has been. I'm the other girl in a triangle of my own fantasies. I don't think he's ever said more than a dozen words to me in all the time I've known him," Liz said quickly.

"He's been with Donna ever since you've known him," Lisa pointed out.

"And?" Liz asked.

Lisa ran her eyes up and down Liz's body until Liz squirmed on the couch. "He may not have said much to you but I will guarantee he has undressed you with his eyes several times."

Liz squirmed again. "That makes two of you."

Lisa laughed and said, "Like you haven't undressed him several times when he was around and many times in the privacy of your bedroom. I've heard the moans and groans and his name several times in the quiet hours of the night."

Much to Lisa's surprise, Liz blushed a scarlet red. A few seconds later, Liz whispered, "I saw him in swim trunks one time so I have some idea of what he would look like nude. Well, most of him anyway."

"So call him and see if he has any plans for Valentines Day. If he doesn't then invite him to supper. If he accepts then we'll figure out a way to make you dessert," Lisa said with a big grin.

Liz blushed again but she had a grin on her face also.

*****

A few minutes before five on Valentines Day, the doorbell rang at Liz and Lisa's apartment. Lisa answered the door. She had on her best little black dress, with thigh high dark stockings and black high heels. Robert looked a little confused. "Uh, maybe I have the wrong place. I was looking for Liz Bryant."

"I'm Liz's roommate, Lisa, so you have the right place. Come on in," Lisa said with a big smile. Robert was tall and broad across the shoulders. He was dressed nicely in slacks, a dress shirt, and a nicely tailored jacket. The shirt was open at the throat.

"I'm glad to meet you Lisa," he said as he handed her a bottle of wine. "I wasn't sure what was for supper but white seemed to cover a lot of things."

"White is Liz's favorite and mine also. Come on back to the kitchen, supper is almost ready I think. My cooking sucks so Liz is taking care of most of it."

Liz was standing next to the sink rinsing pasta in a colander. Her short red dress was at mid thigh, which was normal for her. The back of the dress was cut down to very near her tailbone and the front had a deep V down between her breasts. 

"Our guest has arrived," Lisa said as she rounded the breakfast bar and opened a cabinet next to the sink. 

Liz looked over her shoulder and grinned at Robert. "Welcome to our home."

Robert looked from Liz to Lisa and back again. "Your home? Are you a couple then?"

Lisa laughed and Liz blushed. "No, we are roommates and have been for a couple of years," Lisa explained. "We both consider this home for the present time."

"Oh, sorry, I'm kind of new at this dating thing. I expected one woman and when there was suddenly two, I got a little nervous and confused." Nervous and confused he might have been but his eyes were all over Liz.

Lisa had three wine glasses set out on the counter and opened a drawer to look for the corkscrew. "From what I've heard, you have been out of the game for quite some time," Lisa said as she carried the wine bottle and corkscrew over to the breakfast bar and placed them in front of Robert.

Before he could answer, she asked, "Want to do the honors? I seem to get cork in the wine every time I do it."

"You screw it in too far or pull it out too fast," Robert said as he picked up the corkscrew. "As for being out of the game for a long time, yeah, that would be me. I'm so far out that I have no idea of what goes on anymore."

"Screwing it in too far and pulling it out too fast are two things I've never been accused of before," Lisa said with a laugh.

Robert popped the cork out of the wine bottle about that time and stood there looking at Lisa with his mouth open.

Liz had poured the pasta into a large bowl and stood there shaking her head. "You'll have to forgive my roommate, she is obviously brain damaged. Sex, sex, sex, that's all she thinks about."

"And what is wrong with that," Lisa asked as she took the wine bottle from Robert, her eyes on his.

Robert shook his head and said, "Nothing that I can see."

Liz shook her head again. "All I need tonight, two perverts instead of the usual one."

Lisa turned around and whispered, "That's three perverts instead of the usual two."

"I am not a pervert," Liz said quickly. "I'm just sexually proactive."

"Not lately," Lisa said, as she poured the wine. "Lately you've been more sexually passive than anything else."

Liz gave Lisa a hard look and then turned to the stove and the spaghetti sauce. As she stirred the sauce, she whispered, "I think that is enough of this conversation."

Lisa grinned and handed Robert a glass of wine. "Don't let her kid you, she's dying to serve you her special dessert."

"Lisa!" Liz said sharply.

Robert sipped his wine but he had a smile on his lips that threatened to break out into a grin. A moment later, he asked, "How special is this dessert of hers?"

"Very special and very tasty," Lisa replied with a wink and a grin.

"And you know this how?" Robert asked with a grin of his own.

"Lisa!" Liz said even sharper than before.

"I've been known to nibble on it myself," Lisa replied, ignoring Liz's protests.

"That's very interesting," Robert said, as his eyes moved from one young woman to the other. Liz blushed under his eyes and Lisa grinned and winked again.

Robert looked at Lisa and asked, "Just how tasty is it?"

Lisa licked her lips with an exaggerated motion of her tongue and replied, "I've never tasted any that was better."

"Well, I've never tasted but one, so...." Robert said and then left the sentence hanging.

Lisa laughed and whispered, "I've never tasted but the one either. Well, not counting my own, that is." Liz made a moaning groaning sound and blushed a deep hot red. 

Robert chuckled and asked, "Is supper ready yet?"

"Are you in a hurry to get to dessert?" Lisa asked.

"It's ready," Liz said quickly.

"Supper or dessert?" Robert asked and then chuckled. 

"Probably both," Lisa said with a chuckle of her own. 

"Supper," Liz said and then added, "The plates are on the counter and you guys can serve yourself. I'm not hungry for some reason."

Lisa sat her wine down, turned and put her arms around her roommate. "Don't be that way. We were just teasing you. At least I was, I think Robert has other plans for you."

"Hey now, I was just going along with the teasing," Robert said softly. "I'm sorry if I overstep some boundary."

Liz looked around at Robert and smiled shyly. "It's not you, it's this instigator that has her arms around me. She loves to make me blush."

"And a beautiful blush it is," Robert replied, which made Liz blush.

Lisa chuckled and step back from Liz. She slapped her on the ass lightly. The thin dress and lack of panties made the slap sound harder than it was. Liz jumped and Lisa said, "Grab your plate, the cook eats first around here."

*****

The spaghetti disappeared fast as the three sat at the breakfast bar eating. The wine did also and Robert opened a second bottle, red this time. As he refilled their glasses, he said, "This is a very different Valentines Day than I normally have."

"How so," Liz asked.

"I would pick up Donna and we'd go out for supper. Then we would make the rounds of the clubs and finally back to her place or mine."

"I never understood why you guys had two places. It seemed like a waste of money to me," Lisa said.

Robert shrugged. "I felt the same way but Donna wanted her own place and space even back in college."

"So a home cooked meal was out of the question," Liz said.

Robert laughed and nodded. "Donna was not the domestic type in any way, shape, or form."

Liz frowned and looked at Robert. "That's not the way she told it. According to her, you wanted your space and all she wanted to do was to make a home for the two of you."

"That may be what she told everyone but it's nowhere near the facts. I asked her to marry me no less than six times in the last four years. Her reply was that she was not ready to settle down yet. That I caught her in bed with one of my best friends just shows how stupid I really was."

"How long had that been going on?" Lisa asked.

Robert shrugged. "According to her it was the one and only time but...."

"Did you ever cheat on her?" Liz asked softly.

Robert shook his head. "Hell, no. I'd loved her since high school and wanted her and only her."

"So, what now?" Lisa asked.

Robert shrugged. "Hell if I know, I'm starting over."

Lisa grinned and whispered, "If you want a recommendation, I know this great gal with low mileage and a loving heart, a good job and a good sense of humor. She blushes a lot but she is a very good lover."

Robert looked her way and Lisa pointed at Liz. He looked at Liz and she blushed deeply. Lisa laughed and whispered, "You've been at the top of her fantasy list since high school."

"Big mouth," Liz told Lisa sharply.

"Hey, what are friends for," Lisa shot back.

Looking at Liz, Robert asked, "Is that true?"

Liz blushed again and nodded. "Uh, yeah but you were taken."

"I'm not anymore," Robert whispered. 

Lisa laughed. "She's well aware of that, once I told her about the breakup and she's right, I am an instigator. I'm the one who set this whole thing up."

Robert grinned and said, "Then I'll have to figure out a way to thank you."

"So... so will I," Liz whispered with a shy smile on her face.

"Can I make a suggestion or three," Lisa whispered as she looked from Liz to Robert and then back again.

Liz blushed deeply and Robert chuckled nervously. "Like I said, this is like no Valentines Day I've ever been a part of."

"So, hurry up and finish your spaghetti," Lisa said with a grin.

*****

The pots, pans, and dishes ended up stacked in the sink over Liz's protests. Liz sat on the couch on one side of Robert and Lisa sat on his other side. Robert took a sip of his wine and leaned back with a deep sigh. "I'm stuffed," he said and sighed again.

"I'm not," Lisa said with a grin. "How about you Liz, are you stuffed?" Liz blushed and shook her head. "I guess we'll have to wait to taste your sweet little dessert, then."

"I'm not that stuffed," Robert said grinning at Liz.

Liz squirmed on the couch. "If you two don't behave, you're going to scorch dessert."

"I like it hot and juicy, how about you Robert?" Lisa asked.

"Juicy is good. Hot is very good. A cold dry dessert is hard to eat," he replied and then licked his lips.

Liz whimpered and then groaned softly. "Please, you guys. I'm... I'm sitting in a puddle over here."

Lisa turned sideways on the couch, slipped off her shoes, and pulled her feet up next to her ass. To Robert she said, "She does get wet, very wet in fact."

"That will be a new experience. I think Donna had money invested in several lubricant companies," was his reply.

Liz giggled. "The only time I've ever needed lube was the first time I tried... uh... never mind," she said and then blushed a beet red.

Robert looked at Liz with his mouth hanging open. A few seconds later as Lisa laughed, he asked in a whisper," Uh, are you talking about what I think you're talking about?"

"If you're thinking anal, then we have a winner," Lisa said and laughed again as Liz blushed and Robert swallowed noisily.

"I've... uh... never tried that," Robert admitted.

"All those years together and Donna never...." Liz started to ask and then faltered.

"Uh... she... uh... liked to ride cowgirl most of the time," Robert whispered. "When she rode reversed, I would see her... uh, maybe I should keep that to myself."

Lisa laughed and asked, "Why?" Before Robert could answer she added, "It sounds like you have a fantasy of your own."

Robert grinned. "I did try to stick my thumb in there once but she came unglued and jumped off the bed. Talk about mad. She was so mad she got dressed and went home."

"She sounds more and more like some kind of control freak," Liz said softly.

With a nod, Robert replied, "I kind of got that feeling myself from time to time but as they say, love is blind."

"Selfish is more like it or maybe spoiled rotten," Lisa said. "She used you to get what she wanted and she got it her own way or the highway."

"Uh, that sounds even closer to the truth, now that you mention it," Robert said thoughtfully.

Liz shifted on the couch. "I don't see how a person could be that way if they really loved someone."

Robert looked her way and replied, "Me either."

"Two romantics on Valentines Day, what could be better," Lisa said with a grin as she stood up and picked up her shoes. "You two have fun, I'm going to go curl up with a book and my favorite toy."

Liz's eyes got wide and she shook her head. Robert smiled at Lisa and said, "You don't have to leave on my account."

Lisa laughed and told Robert, "She won't do anything with me here. She's shy that way."

"I am not," Liz said and then blushed as she realized what she had said.

"Then climb on his lap before I do," Lisa told Liz with a big grin on her face.

Liz groaned and blushed again. "I.... I.... I...." She stammered softly.

Lisa shook her head and sat down crossways on Robert's lap. "Shy is one thing I'm not," she whispered as she leaned against his chest and kissed him softly on the lips.

Liz sat there with her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open as the two kissed. Lisa had her hand on the side of his head and he had both arms around her, one on her waist and the other on her upper back. 

Lisa moaned softly as Robert caressed her back and Liz finally found her voice, "Hey! He's supposed to be mine."

With a chuckle, Lisa broke the kiss, sat up, and looked at her roommate. "Then get your ass over here and kiss him. He's good at it."

Liz scooted over until her thighs ran into Lisa's knees. She looked at Lisa hard but Lisa only shook her head. "I like it here, so I ain't moving. Anyway, there's this long hot thing under my ass that feels really interesting. So, crawl over or something. Crawl on top if you have to."

Crawl on top is exactly what Liz did. Her right thigh was in Lisa's lap as she turned toward Robert and pushed with her left leg. She ended up half on top of him and close enough to plant a quick kiss on his lips. Then she moaned deeply and kissed him long and hard.

Robert's eyes had been wide as she crawled up but once the kiss began, he moaned softly and shut his eyes. A few moments later, he worked his right arm over enough to caress her bare back where the dress was open. A moment or two later, they both moaned as his left hand found her bare breast. As he caressed and massaged it, Liz shivered and moaned even louder.

"Now that's the way to do it," Lisa whispered and then grinned as she slipped a hand under the hem of Liz's dress and caressed her bare ass. Liz groaned and flexed her hips as Lisa trailed two fingers up and down the deep cleft of Liz's ass. When the fingertips brushed the puckered ring of Liz's anus, she pushed with her left foot again and moved even more on top of Robert.

With her legs spread the way they were, it was easy for Lisa to move her fingers lower and teased the opening to Liz's sex. Liz groaned deeply and flexed her hips harder. The kiss was now well into the ravishing, tongue dueling stage. If it hadn't been for Lisa in the way and all the clothes, it would have went straight to mutual rape.

Lisa dipped the two fingers into Liz's sopping wet hot little pussy and wiggled them slowly just inside the entrance. Liz made a loud gasping sound against Robert's mouth and tried to raise her hips and get the fingers deeper into her pussy. Lisa moved her fingers with Liz's ass and did not let it happen.

Liz was now whimpering loudly and flexing her hips hard and fast. Lisa got an evil grin on her face as she moved her hand to line her fingers up with Liz's opening. Now Liz could fuck herself on the fingers but only and inch or so. The whimper took on a frustrated whining sound. When it did, Lisa shoved her fingers into her friend's tight pussy as deep as they would go. 

With a loud yell, Liz broke the kiss and arched her back as she came and came hard, her hips were jerking and bucking uncontrollably. Between the kiss, Robert's hand exploring her back, his hand on her breast squeezing and caressing it, and Lisa's fingers in her pussy, Liz was on sensory overload. Skyrockets were going off behind her eyelids and balls of pure pleasure were shooting everywhere throughout her body. 




The Name of the Game



Robert's eyes were wide again, as he watched the beautiful lady in his arms come her brains out. It was so much different than with Donna who hardly made a sound. He glanced at Lisa and she winked at him. He winked back and then grinned as she put two shiny, wet looking fingers in her mouth and sucked on them.

Lisa took the fingers out of her mouth, slipped her hand back under Liz's dress, and slowly wiggled the fingers back into her pussy. Liz's hips had been down to a shivering shake when she did. Now they were moving slowly again and Liz groaned long and loud. Lisa fucked her slowly with the fingers for a few second and then pulled the fingers out of her sex.

Liz whimpered softly and relaxed with her head on Robert's shoulder. She kissed him gently on the neck and sighed. When Lisa asked, "Want a taste of that dessert, we were discussing earlier?" Liz's eyes popped open and she groaned as she saw the two fingers from her pussy being held out right in front of Robert's mouth.

She moaned softly and then whimpered loudly as his tongue came out and licked the end of one of the fingers. He licked his lips and Lisa laughed as she stuck the fingers into his mouth. Liz groaned and flexed her hips sharply several times.

As Robert suck and licked her fingers, Lisa whispered, "I think little Liz just went boom again when I stuck my fingers in your mouth."

Liz moaned softly but did not blush as she watched Robert suck on the fingers. "It's all your fault," she whispered in a hoarse voice to Lisa.

"And I'll take full responsibility," Lisa replied with a grin.

Lisa pulled the fingers out of Robert's mouth and smiled as he licked his lips. "I told you it was tasty. It's even better straight from the source but I think she needs a few minutes rest first."

Robert nodded and whispered, "I didn't know women could come so hard or for so long. Or be so loud while doing it."

"I take it, Donna was the quiet type," Lisa said.

"Among other things. Half the time I couldn't tell is she came or not." Robert replied.

"Oh, that was a quiet one for Liz. You should hear her when she really gets going. I'm surprised the cops haven't been called several times."

Robert chuckled and Liz moaned softly. "I can't help it if it feels so good," she whispered and then sighed deeply. "I don't know if dessert could take being eaten right at this moment."

"Then roll your happy little ass over so I can get in a few kisses among other things. That is, if Robert don't mind being double teamed," Lisa said as she looked at Robert.

"Double teamed? I've been lucky to get off the bench without a bunch of begging and pleading. Double team away but I won't be held responsible for roaming hands and uh... hot lumps," Robert said with a grin. "Speaking of which, would you mind standing up a moment so I can, uh, adjust things to a more comfortable position."

Lisa grinned and slapped Liz on the ass. "Roll your ass over, we've got the man in a painful bind."

Liz groaned and opened one eye to look at Lisa. "You're the one sitting on his lap. My end is fine."

Lisa slapped Liz's ass, once, twice, three times before she wiggled and moaned softly. "Ok, that's starting to feel too good," she whispered as she pushed up and rolled over to sit on the couch. Her right breast was hanging outside the front of her dress and her skirt was bunched up in her lap.

As Liz reached up to tuck her breast away, Lisa rocked forward, grabbed her by the shoulders and planted a lip lock on her right nipple. Liz gasped and then moaned as Lisa flicked her hard nipple back and forth and swirled her tongue around it. Liz grabbed her head but could not decide whether to push it away or pull it tighter. She ended up doing neither and held it in place. 

Robert made the necessary adjustment to the front of his slacks and then grinned at the two women. "Kinky," he whispered.

Lisa grinned around Liz's nipple and popped it out of her mouth. She took a moment to cover it up and then she sat back down in Robert's lap. She wiggled from side to side and then frowned. "Hey, that lump is gone," she said and looked at Robert accusingly.

Robert grinned and shook his head. "Nope, it's pointed in a different direction. A much more comfortable one."

Lisa dropped her hand down between her hip and his stomach. She felt around and found his hard dick standing straight up under his slacks. She gave it several gentle squeezes along its length and then whispered, "Impressive."

Liz had been straightening her dress but Lisa's word got her attention very quickly and she leaned over to look where Lisa's hand was. "How impressive?" She asked as she licked her lips.

Lisa slapped her lightly on the back of the head. "You sit back and relax I'll let you know when it's time for a snack. Although this feels like a whole damned mouth full."

Looking at Robert, Lisa asked, "How was Donna at blowjobs?"

"Uh, short, not so sweet, and half assed, in my opinion. Not that I really had anything to compare too."

"We're both very oral in more ways that one so you might get more than you bargained for," Lisa said with a laugh.

"Uh, what if I said, promises, promises."

Looking at Liz, Lisa whispered, "He likes to live dangerously."

Liz shook her head. "I don't think he has any idea how much trouble he's in. Between my big mouth and yours...." She let the sentence hang and grinned at Robert.

Robert just looked at her with a deer in the headlight look before he swallowed hard. "He's getting the idea," Lisa whispered. "But the burning question is, can he eat pussy."

Both women sat there staring at Robert. He swallowed hard and then cleared his throat. "That was the one way I was always sure Donna got off. She'd try and crush my head," he said a few seconds later.

Liz grinned and Lisa nodded her head. "Good answer," Lisa whispered and Liz nodded.

"There is dessert," Liz whispered and then blushed as Lisa and Robert both grinned and looked at her. When they both licked their lips, she moaned and shivered hard. "Two at once would kill me."

"Nope, just knock your socks off," Lisa said and then grinned as she looked at Robert. "I'll give you first go at dessert."

"That's very nice of you," Robert said and then asked, "But what if I don't leave any for you?"

Lisa squeezed his dick and replied, "In that case, I'll get first go at this thing."

"Hey!" Liz said sharply. "I thought you were going to bed so you could read and play with big red."

Lisa laughed, got up off Robert's lap, and pushed Liz sideways until she law laying flat on her back on the couch. Lisa straddled Liz's chest and sat down on her. "I lied," she said and looked around at Robert. "I've got this end for the moment, why don't you take care of that end."

Robert grinned and moved off the couch to kneel by Liz's legs. He lifted the left one, took off her high heel and placed her foot up on the cushion. Liz's red dress slid down to pool around her waist. When Robert moved her right knee out to the side, her smoothly shaven pussy came into view. He whistled softly and whispered, "Now that is what I call a sweet looking, very wet and juicy dessert."

Liz whimpered and moaned softly as he moved her legs. When he talked about her sex, she moaned even louder. When he kissed and licked her inner thigh above her stocking, she jerked, gave out with a soft yell, and flexed her hips rapidly. "I'm.... I'm.... I'm...." she stuttered.

Lisa grinned and looked down at Liz's face. "If you get too loud I'm going to sit on your face to keep you quiet."

Liz's eyes grew wide as she said, "I'm always loud."

"Exactly," Lisa whispered with an evil grin.

Whatever Liz might have said was lost in a loud groaning moan as Robert's tongue found her outer lips and then her slit. It was hot and wide as it traced her slit up and down several times and then it speared into her sex. Liz gasped and then moaned as it went deeper and deeper. When he stopped and swirled it around, Liz's eyes closed and her mouth opened but no sound came out.

Lisa looked around at Robert. He had Liz's hips raised with his hands under her ass and his whole face was plastered to her sex. She saw his jaw muscles work and then he lifted his head. Lisa's eyes got big as she watched his tongue come out of Liz's sex. "Holy shit!" she whispered as it just kept on coming.

When he pushed his tongue back in sharply. Liz found her breath and her voice. She gave out with a long loud yell. Lisa grinned and came up on her knees. She had always wanted to do this but never thought Liz would agree to it. With Robert distracting her, now was the perfect opportunity. She moved forward until her knees were past Liz's head and then she slowly lowered her hips. She looked down between her spread thighs and shivered. Her pussy was only inches from Liz's mouth.

Robert was fucking Liz with his long tongue and it was driving her nuts. When he paused to flutter it around inside her, she yelled from the way it felt so good and the fact that she did not want him to stop the other. A familiar spicy, earthy scent assailed her nose and she opened her eyes. Lisa's pussy was descending on her nose and mouth. 

When it landed, Liz moaned long and loud before she attacked Lisa's sex with her tongue. It was in, over, and around, licking and flicking as it went. When Robert started to fuck her with his tongue, she did the same to Lisa. She heard her own moan mix with Lisa's long drawn out one from above. 

Briefly she wondered who was going to gag Lisa and then a vision of Lisa with Robert's dick in her mouth completing a triangle of the three of them made her yell even louder than before. That and Robert has shifted his attention to tickling her g-spot with his tongue. That long tongue of his had felt oh so good deep in her pussy but now there was an orgasm building and building quickly.

Lisa was rocking her hips. Liz's tongue in her pussy felt great and now her clit was rubbing lightly against the end of her nose. Just the idea that she was sitting on Liz's face made her inner muscles tighten up and try to grab her tongue. Her orgasm started to build even faster as Liz attacked her g-spot.

If the truth were told, Robert loved to eat pussy. He loved the smell, the taste, the texture, and most of all the powerful feeling of being in control it gave him. But eating Liz's sweet pussy was a completely new experience, especially with Lisa sitting on her face. He could see Liz attacking the other woman's sex and that spurred him on to try and get Liz off even harder. That is why he concentrated on her g-spot instead of going for her clit. 

Liz's hips were jerking and flexing like mad. She was as ready as she would ever be, Robert thought as he grinned and raised his head. He was not ready for what happened next as he started to flick Liz's swollen clit back and forth. She didn't slam he knees shut and rock back and forth like Donna did, she lifted her hips and literally screamed into Lisa's pussy.

The vibrations or something from Liz's scream kicked Lisa over the edge and she was coming and coming hard. Liz wiggled her head from side to side rapidly and that made Lisa come even harder. She had time to think, god what an orgasm, and then she was falling over the end of the couch.

Liz could not breath and realized through the haze of her orgasm that Lisa was actually sitting on her face. She got her arms up and used her hands to try to lift Lisa up so she could breath. She must have pushed too hard because the smaller woman disappeared. At the moment, Liz really didn't care where she went as she took a deep breath. 

Robert was still flicking and licking Liz's clit when Lisa suddenly moved forward and ended up hanging over the arm of the couch with her ass sticking up in the air. Robert could see the opening to her sex pulsing slowly and it fascinated him. He had never seen anything like it. Liz pushing on his head made him lift up and stop licking her clit.

He grinned as he saw the slack jawed, utterly satisfied look on her wet shiny face. Lisa must have been as wet as Liz was. His eyes went back to Lisa's sex. It looked even wetter now. He licked his lips and wondered what would happen if he stuck his tongue in her. When she pulled herself up with the couch arm, he sighed deeply.

Lisa had caught herself with her hands on the floor but she was in an awkward position. Her arms did not want to work at pushing her body back up onto the couch. She grinned as she thought of how easily Liz had pushed her over the end of the couch. The gal obviously did not know her own strength. She sighed and just lay there a moment enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm.

Liz was out of it. Once she had gotten air and Robert's tongue away from her clit, she had zoned out. She floated in a cottony mental cloud of hormones and endorphins. She was not thinking, she was just feeling. If she had a blanket over her, she would have gone to sleep. She closed her mouth and sighed deeply.

Lisa pushed with both hands and then reached up and got a grip on the arm of the couch. She pushed and pulled and then used both hands on the arm to pull herself up onto her knees. She felt lightheaded for a second and nearly sat back down on Liz's face. About then Liz sighed deeply and Lisa grinned.

She looked over her shoulder to see Robert with his head laid against Liz's raised thigh. He smiled at her and licked his lips. She grinned back at him. His tongue sure didn't look all that long now but.... She shivered and shifted her weight so she could put her foot on the floor. She had to lean back over and balance on the arm of the couch to get to her feet.

Liz opened her eyes and smiled up at Lisa. "Dessert is done, over done to tell the truth," she whispered and then grinned lopsidedly. Her eyes dropped to look between her breasts at Robert. The grin blossomed and then she whimpered as he turned his head and kissed the bare skin of her inner thigh.

Looking back at Liz, Robert whispered, "And a damned fine dessert it was. I've never had any better."

Lisa whispered, "Do me a favor and stick your tongue out as far as it will go." 

When he did, the tip ended up a couple of inches below his chin. Lisa mutter, "Holy shit!" and Liz gasped loudly and moaned.

He put his tongue back in his mouth and asked, "Is there a problem?"

Liz shook her head hard and fast as Lisa laughed. "None that I can see but, now I understand why Donna couldn't control herself and tried to crush your head."

Robert grinned and asked Lisa, "So a long tongue is good.

"Oh yeah, the longer the better," she replied and Liz groaned. "Just ask her if she ever gets her voice back."

"It's back, but I'm too exhausted to use it much," Liz whispered and then giggled softly. "I thought there for a minute, he was going to tickle my navel from the inside."

Lisa grinned and said, "Since you're down for the count, so to speak, I think I'll take that tongue for a test drive. That is if Robert doesn't mind a second dessert."

Liz groaned and waved her hand. "Be my guest, there is more than enough to go around."

Lisa looked at Robert questioningly. He grinned from ear to ear. "The way you were sitting on Liz's face looked interesting," he whispered. "I always wanted to try that but Donna didn't want to try it."

"She was probably afraid of falling down and going boom as she went boom," Liz said with a giggle.

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained," Lisa said as she took a couple of steps and straddled Robert. 

"Turn a little this way and lay your head back on the couch," Lisa instructed. When he did, Lisa put a knee on the couch on each side of his head. She scooted forward and then lowered her sex toward his face. She moved a little more forward and started to lower her sex again.

Robert's hands came up and pushed her dress up higher around her waist. Her sex was still three inches from his nose when the tip of his tongue grazed her outer lips. Lisa jumped and then lowered her hips again. Robert pulled down on them, zeroed in on her vagina, and started to feed his tongue inside. 

Lisa gasped and then groaned. His tongue felt like a very hot thin dick sliding inside her pussy. Then he started to wiggle it around and to stir her pot, so to speak. Her eyes got big and her mouth opened but nothing came out. She could not get her breath. She heard Liz giggle and then laugh but she couldn't make her head turn.

When Robert started to run his tongue in and out, as he swirled it around, Lisa finally found her voice. It started out as a growl in her chest and went up in scale and volume. As her stomach muscles started to jerk, she heard Liz say, "I think she needs to be muzzled, but I ain't got the energy."

Lisa was on the ragged edge of an orgasm but she was hung there. It was something that had never happened before. Instead of coming, the orgasm just kept on building. Her body seemed frozen except she was falling toward the back of the couch. She put out her hands and caught herself. This changed the angle of Robert's tongue as it ran in and out of her pussy.

A moment later, her orgasm crashed over her and swept her away. Robert held her tight against his face and continued to fuck her with that long tongue. Lisa went quiet as her hips shook and quivered. Her stomach muscles were now rolling with the waves of the orgasm, her back moving up and down as they did.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Lisa realized that this orgasm was unlike any she had ever had. It went on and on without slacking off but the pleasure was not radiating from her clit as normal but from somewhere inside her pussy. It had to be her g-spot. The thought that maybe she should get off Robert's face crossed her mind for a fleeting second.

She need not have worried about Robert. Even with her hips jerking and bucking, he could breath through his nose most of the time. When it got to the point he could not, he lifted her hips and snaked his tongue up along her slit to tickle and tease her clit.

Lisa was floating on a haze of endorphins as she felt Robert's tongue graze across her clit the first time. Her breathing stopped, her ears rang for a split second, and then all hell broke loose as his tongue tickled and rolled her clit around. She was coming again and her body was reacting like crazy but her mind did not want to accept the fact.

It was the oddest feeling of her young life. Then her mind jump started and she was thrashing all over to try to get away from his tongue. Not knowing any better, Robert held onto her hips and continued to tongue lash her clit as best he could. Lisa finally got her legs to work enough to push up and roll sideways off Robert's face. She ended up on top of a laughing Liz.

Liz had been laughing at the expression on Lisa's face. Surprise was not a facial expression she ever expected to see during an orgasm but it had been very plain of Lisa's face. Right then and there, she promised herself to try sitting on Robert's face for herself. If it got to Lisa as bad as it looked like it had, it would probably kill her but what a way to go.

*****

Robert was sitting on the end of the couch and Liz had rolled Lisa over a little so she could actually breath. Now Liz was grinning from ear to ear as Lisa opened her eyes. "Welcome back," she whispered as Lisa's eyes seemed to finally focus.

Lisa groaned and shut her eyes. A moment later, she opened them again and whispered, "I need something to drink."

Liz reached over to the coffee table and picked up a wine glass. It was empty. She looked farther down and saw one with a little wine left in it. She looked up at Robert and he smiled as he picked it up and handed it to her.

It took three tries for Lisa to get up on her elbow far enough to sip the wine. When it was gone, she licked her lips and sighed. Looking around at Robert, she whimpered softly and then groaned deeply.




The Name of the Game



Liz laughed and said, "That good, huh?"

Lisa nodded and then shook her head. "Good, yeah, very, very good, in fact but maybe a little too good. I thought I was going to die at one point."

"When his tongue moved from your pussy to your clit, right? Been there, done that, and I sure hope I'll do it again," Liz said and then giggled.

Lisa groaned softly and shook her head. "Not for a while. That damned tongue of his is dangerous to a girls health and well being."

"Not to mention kicking ever guy I've ever known to the curb," Liz said softly.

"Then I did good," Robert asked and both women groaned deeply. Robert looked shocked and then he looked sad. "But I thought...."

Liz giggled and Lisa laughed. "No Darling, you were wonderful. You were more than we expected and could handle is the only problem."

"Is that why Donna only let me do that ever so often?" Robert asked. Both women nodded. "That explains a lot," Robert whispered more to himself than to the women.

Lisa looked thoughtful for a moment and then looked at Liz and then at Robert. "There is one thing that puzzles me. Why would Donna kick him to the curb? What did the other guy have that he didn't? I can't figure it out. He eats pussy like a champion and can't get enough. His dick isn't overly large but it is adequate. So what is the problem?"

Liz half sat up and looked at Robert. "Do you have any ideas?"

"Uh, well, uh...." He started and then paused. "I hate to admit this but she said I wasn't man enough for her. I wasn't aggressive enough."

Liz looked confused. "You are a little shy but I chalked that up to you being inexperienced with anyone except Donna. So what if you're not aggressive?"

Lisa chuckled. "It's not him that has the problem, it's her. She's headstrong and forceful but she wants a man to dominate her. It's someone who is powerful in their own mind wanting someone even more powerful to take them and do as they please with them."

Robert's eyes narrowed and he said, "That is it in a nutshell. She was always picking fights with me and trying to make me mad but I was not raised that way. It kept getting worse and worse until I caught her in bed with this guy at her apartment."

"Why did you go over to her apartment?" Lisa asked suddenly.

"Uh, she had left a message on my answering machine earlier in the day. It said something about her having something important to tell me. I was late getting in from work and headed over after listening to the message. I used my key and just walked in like normal."

"What were they doing?" Lisa asked.

Robert frowned and replied, "They were on the floor. She was naked on her hands and knees and he was fully clothed with a double hand full of her hair, fucking her from behind. He just grinned at me and I left."

Lisa sat up slowly with a soft groan. She rolled her upper body around at her waist and whispered, "I think I'm going to be sore in some funny places tomorrow."

Liz giggled. "Tonight ain't over yet."

Lisa grinned at her and looked at Robert. "You were set up big time. It was her way of getting rid of you and proving it to her new lover and probably Master."

"Master?" Robert asked looking confused.

Lisa nodded. "As in Master/slave or submissive. 

"I don't understand." Robert said.

Lisa sighed and shook her head. "She was dominant over you and yes, you are a little submissive. In turn, he dominated her and made her submissive to him. At least that is the way I hear it works. She was naked, submissive; he was fully clothed, dominant. His hands tangled in her hair and roughly fucking her from behind, that makes him very dominate."

"Ok," Robert said, as he looked thoughtful. A moment later, he nodded. "I can see what you are saying and yeah, it's probably, no, very likely, true." He paused and then asked, "So, what does that say about me?"

Liz shrugged and Lisa smiled. "It says nothing about you except you wasted a lot of time on the wrong woman."

"What about this submissive thing?" Robert asked looking a little worried. 

"That's just the way you are. As you said, you were raised that way. There's nothing wrong about it. In fact, I can name two women who love it," Lisa said and grinned.

Liz looked at Lisa and asked, "Does that mean he likes taking orders?"

"In a way yes but mostly it means he's not overly aggressive and pushy like most men," Lisa replied.

Liz got an evil grin on her face as she stood up, looking hard at Robert, she ordered, "Get those fucking pants off and right now."

Lisa laughed when Robert stood up. Looking at Liz she asked, "What are you going to do when I order him to fuck you in the ass while I fuck your pussy with big red?"

Liz groaned softly and shivered hard as she looked around at Lisa. "You.... You wouldn't dare." When Lisa nodded and grinned an evil grin of her own, Liz groaned and shivered even harder. Looking at Robert she whispered, "Maybe you should keep those pants on until in the morning. I don't think I could handle both of you tonight."

Lisa laughed at Liz and the big eyed look on Robert's face. "You're staying the night," Lisa said to Robert.

"I don't know if I really should," Robert said softly.

Lisa had that evil grin on her face again as she whispered, "That wasn't a question."

"This has been one hell of a Valentines Day evening," Liz said softly.

"It ain't over yet," Lisa and Robert said at the same time and then laughed as Liz groaned long and loud.