0 comments/ 135653 views/ 4 favorites Michelle By: Carol Marie I had called her at work, hoping to get her instead of the others. She had played with me on the phone for minutes of every day that I had called and I toyed with the idea of making love with her for some time now. I knew she had been in a loveless marriage and that they (she and her husband) had talked of the separation, but it was just going to be a matter of time. Her kids were visiting their grandparents the weekend I flew into Kansas City. And there I was, once again, in the produce section of the city asking for directions to the office. She couldn't believe I was there, that I had come all this way to see her. It might have been the first time she actually blushed. I could hear it in her voice and that excited me endlessly. She told me the other was out of the office, but I told her I would rather take her from there than stay and let the rumors fly. She agreed to meet me 1 block away. I told the driver where we going and asked that he stop at a florist along the way. He took me to a shopping center and then to a florist where I bought the most gorgeous bouquet of talisman roses with babys' breath and some fern fronds, and a simple card that said Thank You. While at the mall, I stopped into a market and returned with a magnum of Perrier-Jouet and two plastic goblets. Then I had the driver insert the CD of Ravels' Bolero into the deck and we waited. She arrived shortly after we had and for a fleeting moment I saw hesitation in her eyes. I decided then, that she would call the shots. I would never force her to do anything. I opened the car door and got out and handed her the roses. She did blush and said thank you to me and gave me a hug. I smelled the scent of her perfume and nuzzled my face into her shoulders for just a moment. I could feel the excited rise and fall of her chest against mine. It felt like I had hugged her for many minutes, when she broke free of me and asked what else did I bring for her. I smiled and said we would have to see. I led her into the limousine and bade the driver to drive away. The sultry tones of the first movement were faintly being heard. She sat across from me, still with a smile plastered across her face. I pulled out a wrapped package and handed it to her. She looked at me and then at the package as she tore the paper from it. And slowly she opened the box, and her eyes lit up so bright when she saw the elegant necklace. She asked me if I would put it on her and I said yes, and she turned away for me to place it around her neck. When I had it clasped she asked me if this meant that I would expect sex from her in exchange for the gift. And I laughed and said no, I had already expected sex. She laughed and I felt it pour into me. She was beautiful...more than I had remembered. I closed the partition between us and the driver. I picked up the intercom phone and asked the driver to take us to Lake Jacomo. Then I moved a little closer to Michelle and asked her if she would care for some champagne. She smiled and I took that for a yes. I poured the glasses half way and watched the tiny stream of bubbles create a mist above the stemware. And I handed her a goblet, watching as she slowly brought it to her mouth and sipped. When she was thru drinking I leaned in closer to taste the bubbles from her lips. At first she just sort of sat there in a statue like pose, but as soon as my lips brushed hers, I felt her move into me. I closed my eyes and felt the headiness of lust overtaking me. My lips pressing harder, opening her mouth, letting me in to explore. Her hands strapped around my neck, I felt her kissing me back. And then I pushed a button and the seat we were sitting on extended itself into a full bed. I took the champagne glasses and placed them overhead. When I turned to look at her, I noticed that she had already taken off her blouse and was undoing her bra. I smiled big at her and she returned it. I told her how lovely she was and she blushed again. I felt fire surge thru me. I undid my slacks and pulled them from me, then my panties. I caught her looking at me. I watched as she slowly removed her pants...then her panties. She caught me staring. I knelt before her, parting her legs....I could hear her breath becoming shallowed....mine matching hers. She laid back on the bed bringing her knees in together and laughing and telling me I would have to work for what I desired. I gave a quick laugh and ran my tongue across my lips. I started kissing her feet, little trailing kisses that tickled her. I heard her laugh. It was sweet the way it echoed into me. She raised each foot ran her big toe around my face touching my lips and nose and brow. I tried to bite her, just messing around...each time my fingers crept nearer to her heaven and then I would pull back...just teasing. I ran my tongue from her ankle to her knee trailing little mewing kisses. I could tell that it tickled her the way she would suddenly jerk. Id pause for a moment and then resume. Slowly she opened her legs again, and I could see the faint glimpse of wet just under her shirt that hung low to obscure my view. She was smiling in an invitingly wicked pose. I darted quickly and stole a perfect kiss from her perfect lips. I heard her gasp and her innocence made me quiver inside. I handed her the champagne once again and toasted the beauty of the lake around us. I felt her hand touch my thigh as I sat close to her. I watched her eyes and she moved her fingers nearer to my dark pocket. I felt myself gush a spurt of sweet hot wet. I too, gasped. She leaned closer to me and kissed me fully on my lips, her tongue pushing its way inside. I bit her bottom lips gingerly and explored the cavity of her mouth. My tongue raked across her teeth and dove in and wrestled with her own. She tasted cool and sweet and I longed to make her sing. I found myself laying her down with my body, practically laying atop of her. My bush touched hers, my wet stuck to hers, my thighs laid on hers....my breasts touched hers. And in that moment I felt her give unto me. She whispered in my ear that she had been waiting for me. I smiled and kissed her, running my tongue along her chin and down to her collarbone where I sucked hard on her neck, leaving a small welt. I ran my tongue down between her breasts and then up to each nipple. Taking each one in my mouth and rolling it between my tongue and teeth. Feeling as it mounded into hard peaks. I heard her call my name and I moved my body further down, sliding my wet as I went. I sucked on her hips leaving bright reddened welts and then moved to her mons and tickled her furry patch with my tongue and chin. I could feel her legs opening wide around me, catching me in her slickness. My hands held her thighs, caressing your soft skin as my tongue parted her lips slowly. And then I touched her for the very first time. My tongue grazed the tip of her clit and I felt her arch into me. I ran my tongue from the base of her sex to her hole and then clear down to her ass. Pushing it inside until she moaned and then running back up to her hole where I quickly darted inside. This time she moaned louder and sort of bucked into my face. I felt myself gush again. Her hands were tugging on my ears and my head when I ran my tongue back up to her clit and mounted it fully, pumping up my mouth with air to hold it loosely. And then stroking it softly back and forth with ever increasing flicks, harder and faster until she rolled her hips from side to side and bucked into my face hard a few times. I heard joy bubble from her and I lapped away at her arduous flooding. I heard her scream my name a few times and it made me smile as I thrust into her with my fingers, slipping in the eruption of liquid. And then I turned my body around so that she faced my wet. She started to say something and pulled me close to her, burying her face in me. It was more than I could handle, my body rocked hard and I think I started to drown her when I heard her choking. But I couldn't stop, my body was jerking on its own...Rivers were pouring from me....I was content in my endeavor, she had tasted like I had dreamt she would. She had been the beauty I knew she was. She was wet and spent laying next to me, her legs wrapped around my neck. There was a smile on her face and her hands played with my fur...she said a soft Thank You, when I handed her the warm champagne and I rose to kiss her. She said she thought she tasted pretty good on my lips but then added she liked me more. Michelle A Red moon graced the sky as a pale mist rolled through the town's streets. Twenty-three year old Michelle lay in bed, dreaming peacefully. Her long auburn hair splayed out about her as lay motionless. The thin sheet covering her lithesome frame, sliding over smooth but pale skin with every rise and fall of her chest. Michelle slept alone, as she had every night for months. Her last boyfriend had left her for some unknown reason. The bastard had just picked up and left, not telling anyone where he'd gone. Her dreams continued to grow restless. A mild sheen of sweat started to cover her body, and as the mists of worry invaded her mind, so too did a mist begin to seep through her bedroom window. As red as the moon the mist made its way slowly across the room to her bed. Worrying its way under the silken sheet it seemed to almost take on a physical presence. Michelle squirmed restlessly as the top sheet began a steady descent to the base of the bed, the smooth fabric running over every curve of her body in passing. The gentle brushing over her nipples causing them to harden even in slumber. The mist traveled the length of her body, creeping from her toes up the length of her body. Michelle rubbed her thighs together softly as the mist rolled over them, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her panties moistening partially from the mist, partially from the unconscious desire that was now gripping her. It passed over her navel, up over her firm and aroused breasts, to seep slowly into her mouth and nose. Her chest rising and falling more heavily now... A torrid of emotions flooded her mind, more than enough to wake the deepest of sleepers; but an unnatural state of rest had fallen upon Michelle. A soft "yesss..." escaped her lips as blood rushed to swell her vaginal lips. Desire coursed through her body and it responded the way any young woman's would. Her hands traveled palms down across the sheet below her, restlessly caressing it as her unseen lover. Thighs rubbed together, trapping mist between them as Michelle slowly worked herself deeper into her desire, and deeper into her trancelike state. The mist took on a darker tinge as it slowly crept up her sides, seeming to condense on top of her. As desire filled seconds passed the mist began to form a manlike shape. Michelle's thighs parted with the forming of a man's hips between them. A slender but toned form soon rested atop her. His dark hair offset by pale blue eyes that were locked onto the sleeping visage of Michelle. His hands ran up and down her sides, trimmed but sharp nails leaving a light trail across her pale skin. One nail moving up to trace across her left nipple. As it passed over it snagged the edge drawing blood and a murmur from Michelle. With predatory grace the man's mouth made it's way downwards. A slow pass of his tongue lapped up any trace of blood from her skin, and with it any trace of wound on her breast. The skin had mended itself as he tasted her coppery nectar. A low moan escaped her lips, and he could feel her thighs become even slicker against him. Slowly his still extended tongue dragged its way over her skin. Down into her cleavage his body seemed to float over hers as his mouth made it's way over her abdomen, sinking down into her navel on it's way lower. A soft "oh..." accompanied Michelle's squirming as deep-seated lust threatened to break her out of her trance. Blood engorged her pelvic region as her mound glistened with the desire to be penetrated. As his head moved between her thighs Michelle instinctively spread herself wider, obeying an unspoken command from the intruder, her lover. His tongue moved to trace the outline of her labia, tasting the juices of her desire. His fingers dragging over her hips into her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Dragging fingers downwards to her lips, pressing in lightly to penetrate the folds and touch her clitoris. Michelle shuddered as an orgasm coursed through her body, and the man's tongue lapped up her cum, reaching deeper than humanly possible to take it from her deepest recesses. Michelle continued to shudder as his actions lengthened her pleasure, dragging it on for seemingly forever. His tongue snaked out and up the length of her slit, flicking gently over her clit. Like a rope pulling him forward his mouth moved to join the tip of his tongue. His lips encircled her clitoris and slowly began to tease it. Engorged and sensitive her clit throbbed with the intensity of the sensations. A feral rumble filled his throat as incisors twisted and lengthened to form a glistening pair of fangs. Michelle's eyes flew open in pain and orgasmic pleasure as he sank down into her. Blood gushed forth as she was caught halfway between incredible pain and the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Her mind still enthralled she was helpless to do anything except for ride out the feelings coursing through her. His tongued lapped her red essence into his mouth, running over her clit with every stroke. The heat of his mouth mingled with the heat of her blood as slowly the vitality was sucked from her. Eyes glazed Michelle drifted, strength seeping from her as the pleasure and blood loss robbed her of any chance of breaking free. The stranger's tongue moved up to the tiny gashes, running over and sealing them. His blood stained fangs receding to normal size as his hunger is sated. His lips and tongue moving to catch every drop of cum and blood soaking her mound and thighs. Michelle drifted back off to sleep, sweat covering her now paler skin with a ghostly sheen. Supple hands move the sheet back over her still frame, returning her to the position she was in before tonight's episode. The room seems to dim as the man's frame begins to dissolve, his steely blue eyes the last trace of his human form discernable before all that remains is a red mist. A deeper shade of red than when it enters, the mist makes its way back to the window and seeps back into the night. Michelle's dreams filled with hints and half remembered feelings, fated to be repeated on the morrow. Michelle As usual, she was running to the stop as I pulled the bus to the curb. The other passengers boarded, and I waited until the young, lovely blonde girl stepped on board, out of breath, breathing heavily. I could only admire the way her small breasts rose & fell, nipples prominent, thru her thin summer pullover dress. "I missed you Friday", she panted, holding on to the farebox as I pulled away from the curb. "I overslept an hour, I missed seeing you, too", I admitted, looking at her smiling face and lovely nipples, in the mirror. "From now on, cell me, when you are not going to pick me up", she joked. "I've thought of offering such a service, but didn't think such a lovely young lady would need it, obviously, many young men would stop what they were doing, in order to take you anywhere", I bantered back. She rummaged in her purse for the fare, said "I'm particular about my drivers", pulling $2 from her wallet. "Alright!, I've made the Deans List", I told her. "My name is Michelle, and I'm serious about your calling me when you are not driving", she handed me a business card, on which she had written "At 6am, one way or the other". I read the handwriting, and said "Surely you jest, One way or the other?". Smiling, she said "I told you, I'm particular", as we slid smoothly to the next stop. The rest of the journey downtown was uneventful, Michelle had taken her usual seat, where I could see her face in one of my mirrors, and she often smiled brightly at me, until she got up at her destination. She rose to stand beside me, bending to see out the front window, grasping the farebox, and placing her near hand on my shoulder, flexing on my frame, as she said, "Call me at noon today, my lunch, so I can get your cell too", and departed with a wave & another bright smile. I dropped the rest of the passengers, took the bus back to base, went home, changed, took out my cycle, and headed to the lake, to pass the time, until noon. I put a few miles on the odometer, stopped at a store to purchase a cold beer, then back to the lake to sip it, as I dialed Michelle's Cell. She answered with "Ok, right on time, just as I like my drivers". "What else can you do, that I would like?", she joked. Laughing, I said "Well, I give a good massage, minor electrical, plumbing & phone work". "I like them all, but I think you need to prove yourself to me, before I let you do any 'minor electrical or phone work', when are you available?". "Depends, I have two jobs, one morning, one evening, & I'm off Friday & Saturday". "Well, this is Monday, what can you do in the meantime?". I said "I am off from 9am to 2pm, weekdays, what tools do I need to bring?", I was getting into her banter, enjoying myself. "Massage oil, I would think, unless you're one of those strange fellows who does it dry", she laughed. I joined the laughter, saying "I can give a dry massage, but find it much more enjoyable, and sensual, using oil, I like the way the oil pops, as I pass my hands over warm skin, and the fragrance mixture of the oil, and your warming flesh, as your body rises to caress my hands, as they slide over your nude body, and the gentle moans of comfort, as my fingers & thumbs, dig gently into your yielding flesh". "OOoooo... I think I shall have to miss your morning ride into the city, tomorrow, if that's the way it's going to be under your hands". "You could do that, and call me later to give me your address, or you could make the trip in the morning. After your run, I take the bus back to base, and pick up my car, then you could guide me to your home. "Well, I never allow a fellow to know where I live, on the first date, how about your home?". I told her "That would be fine, I won't have to load the massage table into the car, that way, I can have it setup, and the stage set, when you walk in". "I like the sound of that, it's a date... what is your name?". We chatted a few more minutes, ended the call, I finished the beer, cycled home, setup the table, fresh cut flowers from the garden, laid out the oils & perfumes where the sun would warm them, and went to my evening job, thinking about Michelle, almost constantly, until I pulled up to her stop the next morning, after calling to verify I would indeed, be driving that day. She was already at the stop, but let everyone else on first, then leaned against me and the seat support, as she fumbled in her bag for fare. "I hope you're up to a good massage, because I certainly am", she told me quietly, dropped in her fare, turned & found her usual seat. We played Eye contact games, until she was the last passenger, the folks who usually got off after she did, gave us both sly glances, and a few comments, as they deboarded. As the last one got off, Michelle changed seats, to sit closest to me, as I drove back to base. I told her I had setup the table the previous evening, all she had to do, was disrobe & get on it. We chatted about good massage, the different types, and I told her I only know 3 kinds of massage, "1 - Matronly, that I give to a relative stranger to relieve muscle aches, 2 - Her Husband Is In The Room massage, and of course, my favorite, the third, Sensual massage. "Which am I to be given?", Michelle asked. "I always start out the same way, with the Her Husband Is Watching, then, I take my cue's from you, if you seem uncomfortable, I stay at that level, never dipping into the most satisfying, and enjoyable of massage". Michelle rose from her seat, grasping the farebox with one hand, leaning her body against the privacy partition, her other hand encircling my neck, caressing it's way across my shoulder, down my belly as far as she could reach, bending until her mouth was next to my ear, and said "I think I would like the 'deep, enjoyable' massage, if you please", and returned to her seat. We pulled into the base driveway, I gave Michelle my car keys, showed her which remote to press to shutoff the alarm, told her to start it up, get the air conditioner turned on full, I'd be back as soon as I parked the coach. When I returned, she was behind the wheel, motioned for me to get into the passenger side, and with some misgivings, did as I was instructed. She pulled out of base, onto the freeway, across the bridge, I showed her a shortcut to the lake, which we took to within a block of the house, I guided her into the driveway. I opened a pocket knife, to cut a few more flowers for the house, and as I washed them, & placed them into vases with the other flowers, she looked around, commented she liked the room, with the table laid out in front of the fireplace, soft music from the stereo, blinds gently blocking the sunshine, making the room dim, and comforting. I moved the sun-warmed oils & perfumed waters from the table by the window, placing them within arms reach of the table, poured two red wines into tall water glasses, handed her one, toasted to a good massage. She looked at the glass, said "There is no need to relax me, I'm comfortable". I said "The size of the glass has nothing to do with trying to get you drunk, it is the only size glass I have, that will fit into the holder on the leg, there is tubing made of surgical hose, so you can sip whenever you like. That's why the wine is cut with mineral water". "Now, you will find a robe in the bathroom, center drawer, you can hang your clothes there, I'll also slip into my massage robe". I returned a few minutes later expecting Michelle to be standing, sipping her wine, but she was already on the table, face down, adjusting the clip on the 'straw', of her wine glass. I spoke of flowers, oils, sunshine, as I approached the table, selected an oil, put a few drops on the back of her hand, asked if she like that one, or the 2nd oil, I put on the back of her other hand. She selected one, I put the other out of reach, lathered my hands with the one she had selected, slipped the bottle into the pocket of my wrap-robe, moved to the top of the table, and started transferring the oil from my hands, to her shoulders, back & arms. We continued chatting about the room, atmosphere, scents, as I slowly became mesmerized by the lights glinting off the oils on her skin, inhaling the odors emanating from her flesh, my ear close to her body, to hear the oils singing out from under my hands, those little sounds, unheard, unless the ear is within an inch... I became aware she was making small sounds of pleasure, slowly I became aware I had massaged from her shoulders to her feet, and was back up to her pelvis, thumbs pressing firmly into her buttocks, the hollows, rotating thumbs, hearing her moans. When the moans stopped, I moved on, up onto the small of her back, her breath would catch, I would work the area, until she breathed gently again, moved up, around her shoulder blades, to the side, lifting her arm, my fingers tracing the bone socket, muscles, stretching, gently placing her arm to her side again, across her shoulder, the other arm, then stood quietly, until she breathed a great sigh, and her lips found her 'straw'. After sipping, she raised her head, quietly said "Paul?", I answered "Here... when you are ready, turn over, I'll do your other half". "This is the best massage I've ever had, you're really talented". "Mostly the atmosphere, I'm an empathic masseur, I forget where I am, who I am with, I go into some sort of soft trance, let my 'fingers do the walking'", it's not really me, it's just my hands & arms express something I find in you". "WhatEver", she said turning over, "Do Me, More". I started dry, on her forehead, temples, eyesockets, pressing her sinus', nose, jaw, to her neck, then spreading oil on her skin to below her breasts, I deeply massaged her shoulders, each arm, to the fingertips, back up the arm, across the muscles under the breast, then found my hands starting a sensual massage of her breasts, small as I like them, and still a handful. I pay no attention to the massage, just let myself enjoy the breast massage, until I notice Michelle is moaning & slightly moving her body, then I revert to my #2 massage, working the muscles of her ribcage, waist, hips, and as I begin working the front of her thighs, I feel her hand massaging my butt, down my leg, up under my wraprobe, massaging my buttcheeks. I sidestep away from her hand, telling her "I've got a massage to complete here, my lovely Michelle, be patient, greater pleasure awaits". I continue working her leg to her toes, working all the bones against each other, the muscles, back up her thigh, work her pelvis, teasing around her vulva, across to her other leg, duplicating the first, back up, and still standing at the foot of the table, I begin incorporating her vaginal fluids into the oil massage, the difference in odors is exquisitely changed, as I massage her pubic area, I lean further & further forward, until at last I can smell her vaginal perfume, pure, without the oil's presence, I blow gently on her engorged & flared vulva, I lick gently, tasting, her knees spread, I glance up, her fingers pull her nipples, she digs her heals into the sheet, I lower my nose into her pussy, my forehead mashes her clit gently against her bone, my tongue licks from her anus up into her pussy, scooping fluids, I raise my head, my nose pressing against the top of her vaginal opening, nose then across her clit, followed by my mouth, lips encircle, massage, fuck her clit between my lips, tongue darting out to wipe across it, as it is held tightly between my slippery, confining lips, reversing roles, her clit fucking my pussy -lips, it only takes a few moments, she comes, my hands grasp her hips, to hold her on the table, to hold her clit in my mouth without bruising her, she reaches down to hold my head against her pussy, she strains long, strongly, shudders many times, cycling thru the strong strain, then the shuddering, 3 or 4 times, until finally, her fingers lose their grip on my head, her body relaxes onto the table, I gently lick her fluids, caress her outer lips with my tongue, gently suck her pussylips into my lips, sucking her, licking, until she begins to move, she slides one leg over my back, crooked, so I can continue licking her pussy, she says "If I had only known, I'd have been here the first day I met you...", and pulls her winestraw to her lips. After licking her gently for a while, clearing all traces of oil from her vaginal area, she begins moving again, thrusting herself against my mouth, her fluids begin to coat my face again, her voice turning husky with her rising excitement, "Can we move to someplace where I can move against you too, a bed perhaps". I help her rise, lead her to the large shower, start the constant temp water flowing, wet her body, turning her around, using the nylon web to spread the soap over her entire body, my fingers & hands ensuring the suds enter every crevice, until she faces the end wall, legs spread as my hands massage her breasts, up over her shoulders, pulling myself against her, as my penis enters her pussy from behind, a few strokes, the water washes our lubricants off, making our coitus uncomfortable, we part, rinsing, step out, with large towels, we dry each other, imperfectly. She slides down my body, kneels on the thick rug, takes my cock into her hot mouth, I try to distract myself, start up the hairdryer, begin drying her hair, as she massages my penis in her lovely mouth. It becomes a game, she trying to make me cum, I try not to. She very nearly wins, I step back, shutting off & laying down the dryer, I take her hand, help her rise, step into her arms, we kiss gently, wetly, our hands play over each other's body, I pull her down the hall to the bedroom, sheets turned down, cool to our fevered bodies, we lie down, twist & turn against each other, our mouths making love to the other's body, we pause for a while, in the classic 69, she on top, the difference in our heights making our mouths fit perfectly to the other's genitals, we bath each other in saliva, then mix our copious fluids into the oral massage, we turn about the same time, she slides her body up mine, my penis so erect she does not need her hands to place it to her opening, her pussy so wet, my cock easily enters her body, tightly spreading pleasure, as she slides her body around me, I feel as if I'm being born again, the sensations are so very intense, the rest of my body, in jealous sympathy, feel as if her pussy is caressing my entire being, and rightly so, as my entire attention is encased within her hot, slippery body, as she impales herself on my sword. She shudders a few seconds, strains, shudders, relaxes, then begins to move on my body, fucking herself with my body, she intensely stares into my eyes, as if to pull me out thru my eyeballs, as if she is trying to see into my mind, wanting to know if she has at last, found her "other half". We move against one another, slowly straining for a while, finally losing control, slamming our bodies together, we roll, her on the bottom, I rise on my knees, I thrust into her body, my hands planted firmly above her shoulders, holding her in place, as I ram myself into her, slamming against her clit, madly, consumed only with the need to ravish, her body eagerly meets mine, her hands grasp my arms, holding herself in place, willing my body to pierce hers, harder, her hair damp again, her body bathed in a light sheen, she grunts as she throws her head from side to side, as she too, enters into the total abandonment of fucking, how long I have often wondered, it seemed as if hours had passed, we both lost in the madness, consumed, by the fire of the sex we shared, finally, slowly, our movements grew less frantic, exhausted, our bodies slid together, each moving to lie partly on our backs, never letting our genitals loose contact, neither of us having cum, breathing harshly, we begin to laugh, as our bodies slowly recover, we both knowing we found such an event truly unique, such energy consumed, and yet, my penis still so painfully engorged, still trapped within the confines of her belly, and so very, very 'at home'. I start awake, surprised I had dozed, realizing I was still erect in her body, my body begins to move of it's own volition, the sensations on my penis so pleasurable, it was almost painful, suddenly, I understood Masochistic-pain, and as I realized this, it fled my understanding, as I dropped below the pain sensations, my cock delivering only pleasure sensations, and I realized I had only stroked into her body once, and withdrawn, and was starting the second stroke, and she awoke, evoking a sound combined of a yawn, great pleasure, and lust. Her arms snaked to my body, her legs pull me to her, we lie side by side, looking into each other's eyes, trying to pierce the soul, wondering at the exquisite companionship we each feel, as we move against each other, never wanting it to end, wanting it to extend to the rest of our lives, hoping for increased awareness of each other, daring to believe it could evolve into true telepathy. Michelle In the dark, cramped control room James sat transfixed. His eyes were not on the extravagant stage show visible just through the window in the auditorium. Instead they were captivated by Michelle as she rocked back in forth in her high stool, talking to herself and hovering like a spider over the control panel. “Yes … Yes … Yes … and, and, and … now. And now! And NOW! … okay, okay, okay, easyeasyeasy … slowly, slowly … andsneakitup andup andup…” Her words were all running together and James couldn’t even decipher some of them – it was as if Michelle was in a trance or on some drug as she punched buttons, flipped toggle switches and slid slide-switches up and down, always moving, rocking to the heavy beat of the music that was leaking into the control room from the show outside. It was all having its effect. Magical things were happening in the auditorium outside. And Michelle was making them happen. Music, laser beams, projected images and strobe lights. It was like a great rock-and-roll concert show, though in fact it was the finale of the opening night event of a computer company sales conference. James had seen the show at least a dozen times the previous two days during rehearsals from outside so he knew exactly what was going on. But even if he hadn’t seen it, Michelle’s show in the control room still would have won the competition for his attention. He was embarrassed to note that watching her gyrations and thrusting hips had even given him a bit of an erection. Finally the music and the show reached its wild crescendoed conclusion and Michelle flicked the final switches that turned spotlights on the CEO and the band at the side of the stage and she slumped forward. Her arms were splayed out supporting her as she leaned just over the board with her head hanging down almost touching the control panel. She was breathing heavily and she just stayed there like that for a few seconds listening to the audience cheering the show. And then she raised her head a bit and turned it sideways to James. She was looking in his direction, but her eyes seemed unfocused. “Was that a great show, or what?!” “Yes, it was. Great,” James answered wondering if she knew which show he had been watching. “Thanks. I don’t mean for the compliment – thanks for the help. Houselights.” “What?” “Houselights. Turn on the houselights. Just slide them up slowly. Yeah, like that. Good. Now we’ll give these people a chance to clear out of the place, then we’ll clear out and get ready for cocktails and dinner. Will you be my date? I mean after I take a shower – God, look at me.” Michelle held out the sides of the loose white tee-shirt she was wearing. The words “Go for it!” were on the front and were taut against her bra, the outline of which James could see as Michelle pulled the sides tight. “I am dripping.” * * * James had been working for Michelle for almost a month now and he had been impressed with how good she was as a producer for the Shows and Exhibits division of the communications company where he worked. He had joined the company out of college and was in the midst of a training program that had him serving several months in each of about six different departments during his first year. He had to admit that of the three departments he had been in so far this was by far the most interesting. He also had to admit he had never seen Michelle like he had in that control room. In the time he had worked with her she had seemed very organized, controlled and buttoned-down. And until a half hour ago he never would have begun to think of her in a sexual way. Not that she wasn’t attractive, she was. She had a slim, athletic body and a very pretty freckled face with short-cropped reddish-blonde hair. But she was twenty-some years older than he was. And at six feet, she was also taller by an inch. Even more, when she wore heels like she was this evening. At dinner, Michelle and James sat together at a table with a few musicians and other members of the crew. Michelle accepted congratulations on the success of the show and passed out compliments and thanks. And even though she reminded everyone that they still had the big closing meeting in three days and not to get complacent, it was clear that she regarded the success of today’s show as worthy of a little celebrating if only for tonight. When the dinner was breaking up she asked James if he could help her with a bunch of video tapes and equipment that had to be picked up at the auditorium and taken to the storage trailer. “Bring along a couple of coffee cups too.” James looked at her questioningly. Looking around to see that no one was watching, she opened her shoulder bag for James to see that she had requisitioned a bottle of red wine. James smiled and picked up a couple of cups. “Mind if I stop by my room on the way there?” he asked as they were walking down the path to the auditorium building. “Sure. Why?” “I thought I might get something to smoke.” “I didn’t know you smoked, James.” “Um, this isn’t tobacco. Is that okay?” Michelle laughed. “I haven’t had pot in probably ten years. Go get it, it’ll be fun.” At the auditorium, Michelle, who was the slightest bit tipsy, had difficulty getting the door to unlock. Finally James handled it for her. They went inside and gathered up what they had to take back to the trailer and stacked it by the door. Then they went to the stage where they had put the bottle of wine and the coffee cups. Michelle handed James a corkscrew. “Will you do the honors, James?” He started opening the bottle. “It did go well, didn’t it,” said Michelle looking around the stage where it had all taken place. “Yeah, it was fabulous. And you could tell the crowd was into it. But I have to admit, I was watching you during the whole last five minutes or so. That was quite a show too.” Michelle looked at him sideways. They were sitting side by side on the lip of the stage with the wine bottle between them. “What do you mean?” she asked. “I mean you really get, I don’t know … into it, I guess. I mean you were really rockin’.” Michelle laughed. “Yeah, I guess I do get sort of very focused. When it gets to the finale, well, you know, it’s all about timing and at the end it gets … intense.” “I’ll say. It’s like you’re one of those holy rollers in some kind of religious trance. That’s not quite right. I know it’s like you’re having—” He stopped his thought, paused and then changed gears, “Well, it’s … well, like you said, pretty intense.” “Wait a minute, James. You don’t get off that easy. What was it you were going to say? Come on, out with it.” James was silent for a moment and then looked at Michelle, kind of sheepishly. “I was going to say that it was kind of like you were having sex and really trying to get yourself off.” “That’s what I thought you were going to say.” Michelle laughed and added, “And you know, there are a lot of similarities.” “Yeah, right,” said James dismissing the notion. “No really.” Michelle twisted to face James. She hiked her skirt up and sat cross-legged on the stage, giving James a flashing glimpse of pantyhose and inner thigh. But he consciously kept his eyes on her face. “When I start a project,” she said, “there’s this gradually-building sense of pace that starts during the planning and the preparations. Then as it gets closer to the show, there’s a steady build up of pressure and tension. When you actually get to the show, the tension builds and builds and builds almost unbearably. And when you finally pull it off, it’s like you go over the top. Then I get this big body-shaking release – an overwhelming outpouring of relief and triumph. I’m totally, totally drained and blissful.” “Wow,” said James under his breath. “Now, I don’t pretend to know what sex is like for a twenty-year old boy—” “Twenty-two.” “Right – twenty-two. But the point is, I don’t know what it’s like for you, but, for me, what I just described sounds very much like sex.” James didn’t know what to say. He thought he’d sound callow or inexperienced or, even worse (because it was true), turned on by Michelle’s description. He averted his eyes, looking down. This only complicated matters. The way Michelle was sitting on the stage, he could see almost all the way up her long legs. Up to the darker-meshed panty part of her pantyhose. He could see a darker patch at her crotch and realized Michelle wasn’t wearing any underpants beneath the pantyhose. He quickly averted his eyes out toward the audience seating. Michelle looked down at her skirt and she realized the sight she must have presented. She pushed the skirt down to cover the crotch. She could feel herself blushing, but she sensed that James was even more embarrassed than she. She tried to change the subject. “C’mon, James, isn’t it about time to light up that joint?” James quickly took the off-ramp from the sexual conversation and started busying himself with preparations for smoking. After taking a first toke himself, he handing the joint to Michelle. She took it and a bit tentatively inhaled. “Wow,” she said. “This is the first time I’ve inhaled anything but air for the better part of a decade. I’m not sure if it’s the dope or just the inhaling that’s making me light-headed.” “Probably both.” For a few minutes they were quiet, passing the joint back and forth and letting the waves wash through their heads. “This is wild,” James said. “What?” “Smoking dope with my boss.” He giggled while trying to hold in a lungful of smoke. “What’s so funny?” she asked, though now she was giggling too. “I don’t know, it’s like an authority thing. A taboo somehow. Like smoking dope with my mother. Someone you just can’t picture sharing a joint with.” “Oh, thanks for the comparison with your mother.” “No, no, it wasn’t a comparison, believe me. You are way un-mom. Way, way un-mom.” “Okay, well then, how old is your mother?” “Well, she’s older than you.” “Right. How much older?” “She’s forty-eight. I was born when she was twenty-six.” “Great. So she’s two years older than I am.” “Well she seems a lot older. I mean you obviously work out. You look young. You’re smoking dope for Christ’s sake.” “Doesn’t your mom work out?” “Well some. But it’s not like I’d say she was, you know, ‘hot.’ Besides, forget my mom. I was just using her as an example of someone I could never picture sharing a joint with. It’s as if I were smoking dope with … say, Bob McAlpine.” (McAlpine was the head of Corporate Services and was generally acknowledged to be about as spontaneous and crazy as Calvin Coolidge.) Michelle giggled at the image. “Okay, I agree, that would be wild. That would be unbelievably wild. God, am I stoned. Do you have a pen and paper?” “Yeah, sure, why?” “Give ‘em to me. I have two questions to ask you and I know I’ll forget one if I ask the other.” James produced the pen and went for a pad of paper from the stack of things they had gathered to take to the trailer. Michelle concentrated and wrote on the pad. Finally, she said, “Okay, number one. Am I hot?” She asked it with a bit of a brazen tint to her voice. “What do you mean?” “You said you wouldn’t describe your mother as ‘hot.’ How about me?” James gave a little nervous laugh. “C’mon, James, it’s an easy question. Am I hot?” With that she lay back on the stage, closed her eyes and ran her hands slowly all the way up from her bare thighs over her stomach and her breasts along sides of her face and through her hair. The languorous move and the closed eyes had given James permission to look at her body. And though Michelle’s crotch was covered now, he found himself getting excited. “So?” she said, “Do I have a hot bod?” James stared. “Yes,” he answered very truthfully, “you’re very hot.” “Even with these small boobs?” Her hands went back to her breasts and rubbed them through her blouse and bra. “Even,” said James. “Or maybe especially.” “That’s nice of you to say. Thank you, James.” Her eyes were still closed and her voice sounded dreamy. “Maybe it’s time we took all this stuff back to the trailer. You look like you’re going to fall asleep.” “Nope, not until you answer the second question. Besides I’m not sleepy; I’m just very stoned. I’m in my own world. And I’m hot!” She giggled. “Okay, what’s the second question?” “I forget. But I wrote it down, remember? Read it.” James picked up the pad that was lying face down by Michelle’s prone body and read it. “It says ‘Wildest thing?’ What does that mean?” “Oh, yeah. The question is: what’s the wildest thing you’ve ever done in your life?” “The wildest …” James took a sip of wine from his coffee cup and thought. Finally he sat up straight and said, “Okay. I guess it was my weekend of initiation.” “Initiation into what?” Michelle was still lying back on the stage with her eyes closed. “Alcohol and drugs. It was at our cottage and my parents were in town for the weekend. Some wedding they had to go to.” “How old were you?” “Fourteen.” “And they left you alone for the weekend?” “No. That’s the point. See I have a sister Jennifer. She’s five years older than I am. They left me in her care. Bad idea. You see she was going into her junior year in college and had gotten into alcohol and drugs. She had stashes of both at the cottage and she told me that she’d initiate me when mom and dad were away for the weekend. She liked me, you see, and she was always great to me. It wasn’t as if we confided in each other or even talked a lot. I mean we were five years apart. If we’d been closer in age, we probably would have driven each other nuts. But as it was, she saw me as the baby brother. She still does actually. “Anyway, mom and dad were no sooner out the door on Saturday afternoon than Jen had a beer cracked open. They had let her start drinking at home the year before, so this was no big deal, but she also cracked one open for me.” “You mean you had a beer!” Michelle said. “So far, James, I gotta say I’ve heard wilder things in Sunday school.” “Okay. Anyway we kept drinking and I got a bit of a buzz. Jen sort of watched over my intake so I wouldn’t get real drunk. Later we made dinner and then after dark we took some blankets and some wine and Jen brought some joints and we canoed out to our swimming raft. We tied up the canoe and spread the blanket and lay on our backs and got totally stoned. Anyway, the next thing I knew was the sun coming up and the people from the next cottage approaching the raft in their canoe. I woke up fast and looked around – I was wrapped in the blanket by myself. Jen wasn’t there, but the three-quarter empty wine bottle was. I don’t know what the Bradleys thought. They were the people from the next cottage. I thought I was cooked. They must have mentioned it to my parents, but in the end Jen covered it up – said the wine was hers and she had left the raft not long before. Anyway it blew over.” Michelle raised herself up on her elbow and looked at James. “Still sounds pretty tame. A sweet older sister treats baby brother to a beer and a joint? I thought your generation was wilder than mine.” “Okay then, Miss Wild-ass, what’s the wildest thing you’ve ever done, huh?” Michelle looked at James and started to say something but then stopped. “I can’t tell you – It’s that wild.” “Uh-huh, sure. And isn’t that convenient.” He was teasing her. “No, it’s just that it’s private, like a sex thing. Anyway, if I told you, you’d probably get the wrong idea about me.” “Well, mine had a sexual part to it too. I just didn’t tell you that part.” “You mean it wasn’t just your sister out there on that raft?” “No, I don’t mean that.” “You screwed your sister when you were fourteen!?!” “No, it wasn’t like that at all.” “Well then what was it? Come on.” Michelle very much wanted to know now. “I’m not going to tell you. After all, you aren’t telling me what you did. If you tell me then I’ll tell you.” “This is a little bit too much like ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.’” She took a deep breath. She really was curious about what James had done at fourteen. “Okay,” she said, “I’ll tell you, but you’ve got to swear never—” “I know, I know, never to mention it to a soul, etc. etc. on penalty of having my tongue torn out.” Still looking at him, she said, “I’m very serious about this, James. I’ve never told this to anyone.” “Don’t worry, you can trust me.” And then Michelle lay back on the stage and let her eyes close again. “Okay. Now are you familiar with the term ‘glory hole’? Do you know what it is?” “Not really. Is it a woman’s cun— … you know, a woman’s vagina?” “It’s okay to say ‘cunt’ with me James. I’ve heard the word before. It doesn’t bother me. But you’re wrong. No, a glory hole is a hole in a fairly thin wall that men stick their cocks through.” “For what?” “To get sucked off.” “You mean, they just stand there pressed against one side of a wall with their cocks sticking through this hole and someone on the other side gives them a blow job.” “You got it in one, James.” “So it’s like an anonymous blow job?” “That’s the excitement. I mean the woman doesn’t know whose cock she’s sucking. And the guy doesn’t know who’s doing the sucking. How does it sound?” “But you mean you blew some guy like that?” “You think I’m a slut? Well hang on, because it gets worse actually. You see I was maybe a year or two older than you are now and I was in LA as PA on a job. One night I went out to a bar with this other girl on the job. We had a few drinks and then this other girl met some guy and the two of them were going to take off to another place that the guy knew. I could have gone with them or back to the hotel, but I was having a good time so I stayed on my own at the bar. The place was kind of a college hangout in Westwood. And I had met these UCLA guys and some girls and I was sort of in the group. There were about a dozen guys and maybe six or seven girls. I felt very ready-for-anything because I was in a strange town with people I really didn’t know and would never see again. Plus, when I first introduced myself, I said my name, but it was noisy and the guy I was talking to heard it as ‘Shelley.’ So everyone was calling me that. I felt very anonymous. “Anyway, when the bar was about to close there was this big push to go to some place called June’s Club. I asked one of the girls what it was and she said, ‘Don’t go.’ She said it was an after-hours place run by this woman named June. But it was kind of a sex club too. In the front they have a lounge with very expensive drinks and June’s girls try to get the guys to go to the back for paid sex. It was basically a whore house. “Well I didn’t say this out loud, but I was kind of intrigued. I wanted to see this place. Still I never would have gone until I found out that two of the other girls – I can’t remember their names but call them Alice and Muffy – were going. So that sounded fairly safe. But then the thing that clinched it was that I found out that the club was just two doors from my hotel so if I didn’t like something I could always just walk out. “When we got there it was pretty fun. It was loud and noisy, and the beers were ten bucks, but I was fascinated. In total there were probably about fifteen guys. Then there were four or five professional girls and the three of us that had come along with the guys in our crowd. The pros would flirt and fondle the guys’ cocks and a couple of times they even lured a guy away for some serious money. “After a while – it must have been close to four in the morning by then – Jane clanged on a glass and announced that we should drink up because she was going to close. I guess it seemed pretty apparent to her that her girls weren’t going to turn any more tricks that night. There was kind of a general protest from all of us to keep the party going, so Jane finally says, ‘Tell you what. I’ll keep open if each guy here buys another drink for $30, and you all get to take a turn at the glory hole.’ Then looking at the three of us girls she added, ‘Girls drink free.’ Michelle “Well, like you, I had absolutely no idea what a glory hole was at that time and neither did the other two girls I had come with. But all the guys seemed to know and they all ponied up their $30. After we got our drinks, we went into the next room which had some comfortable chairs and a couple of sofas. The guys all went into the room beyond that and Jane closed the door on them. Then she pulled back a curtain that covered one wall, and there was the glory hole. I was starting to get the idea by now and it was exciting me.” “Me too,” said James. Michelle, who was still on her back, raised herself up on her elbows and saw that James’ statement was genuine. “Oh yeah,” she said, “I gotta tell you – I mean I’m sure it was the alcohol too – but I was so turned on. I remember wanted to go back to the hotel and get myself off, but there was no way I was going to miss any of the action there.” Then Michelle lay back on the stage again, closed her eyes and was back twenty years at Jane’s Club. “Anyway, the first cock came through the hole and Jane pointed to one of her girls. She went up to the hole, knelt down on a pillow and started working her tongue on that dick. You could see it flinching when she tongued it and you could hear inarticulate, muffled groans from the other side of the wall. And then she went to work with her whole mouth, really going to town. I sneaked a peek at the other two girls I had come with and they were sitting there trying to look cool and blasé. But no one said a word and their eyes were glued to the girl working that dick. Neither of them looked liked she was going to leave the room. I was sitting there unconsciously squeezing my thighs and clenching my cunt muscles and squirming on the couch. Maybe I should say sliding on the couch. I was so wet I could have irrigated the Nile valley. Suddenly there was this strangled half cry/half groan from behind the wall. The guy was obviously cumming. June gave him a few moments to finish spurting and then shouted out from our room, ‘Next!’ We all laughed and it kind of released the tension and the embarrassment of the situation. I mean here were the three of us, all good little girls who would have been grossed out if this had been described to us earlier – and here we were all panting and sitting on sopping wide-ons. We were like lusting sluts. What’s more we all knew it. “The girl who had finished off the first cock now stood up with a big closed-mouth grin on her face. She did a very stagy bow and then picked up an empty glass from the nearest table and spit a huge load of jizz in it. We all clapped and hooted and then the next cock came through the hole. Muffy, who was this preppy little all-American girl type, was sitting right next to me and she grabs my arm urgently when she sees the cock. ‘That’s Brian’s,” she says. “I’m not going to let some hooker suck my boyfriend off while I’m in the room!” So even though there was already one of June’s girls moving forward to do the honors, Muffy waves her off and takes charge of Brian’s cock. Her technique was slower and more tender than the first girl, but from Brian’s rapturous groaning, it certainly didn’t seem any less effective. Within a few minutes Muffy has finished the job. Now she stands, takes her bow, and deposits the dividends in the glass. “When she came back to the couch, she was giggling. ‘Nicely done,’ I said laughing. She took me aside and whispered in my ear. ‘It wasn’t Brian! I thought it was, but when I got close I realized it wasn’t. But by then it was too late. Girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do,’ she said. I don’t know why, but that really excited me, that Muffy had just sucked off some anonymous stranger. I guess I knew then that I was going to take a turn at the glory hole that night. “The next cock was ready for servicing and Jane pointed at one of her girl’s, but then she said, ‘Let’s see how fast you can make it, hon; I want to get to bed sometime.’ The girl laughed and went to work, but June was timing her. When the guy blew his wad, June announced, ‘Not bad – three minutes and twenty seconds. Next!’ And the next cock appeared. This time before June could assign the job, I got up from the couch and went for the hole. ‘All right, Shelley!” Muffy shouted by way of encouragement. June shushed her because, of course, the idea is that the guys’re not supposed to know who’s doing the sucking. Anyway, I knelt down and started teasing this cock a little with my hands and tongue and then I took it all the way in my mouth, pushing it to my throat. My lips were all the way to the wall and in a moment the cock started spasming. It so surprised me that the guy was coming already that I pulled my mouth off him and he shot a spurt on my chin. Then I heard him groan at being left unattended so I quickly took him back in my mouth and finished him off. When he was done, through the wall I heard him say ‘Thank you.’ “At that point, June said, ‘Twenty-three seconds – very impressive! You must have got a virgin.’ All the girls laughed and then the next cock came through the hole. Well at that point, I was just getting warmed up, so I wiped the cum off my chin and spread it all over the new cock, stroking it. Then I set about proving that the first guy wasn’t a fluke. He took a bit longer, but in just over a minute he was spewing jam and banging on the wall in the throes of his orgasm. There was cum all over my chin and my neck and my tee-shirt. Can you picture it, James?” James could picture it. But he was also picturing what he was staring at – Michelle heating herself up talking into the air with her eyes closed, all the time rubbing the tops of her thighs with the heels of her palms. James didn’t answer and Michelle opened her eyes again and got up on her elbows. “James?” “I’m sorry, Michelle. I was … distracted.” Michelle looked at him and was quietly elated at the effect she had clearly had on him, pleased that at her age she could still turn on a 22-year-old kid. He looked like a high school boy, embarrassed by the sexuality of the situation and what he was feeling. And she could clearly see that he had an erection despite his twisting his body the other way slightly and crossing his legs. “Getting a bit turned on are we?” she said as she leaned forward and rubbed his leg with her left hand. His face registered almost fear. “So I guess I’ve pretty much proven that I’m by far the wilder of the two of us.” She was going to punctuate that by moving her hand to the bulge in his pants, but she had second thoughts and was starting to think maybe she had gone too far with this whole think. So even with the buzz in her head urging her on, she restrained herself. Instead she leaned back, picked up her wine and took a sip. “Yes, your adventure makes mine seem pretty much like kid’s stuff – which I guess it literally was. It certainly wasn’t anything like you sucking off two guys through –” “Three.” “What do you mean?” “Well I hadn’t finished my story. I spit out the second guys cum and then a third cock came through the hole and I simply went for it. All the girls were cheering me on now and I was high – high on alcohol of course, but also high on the daringness of it all, high on sex, and on the power of having these guys in my control, of being able to get them off in seconds flat just by the talent of my hands and tongue and lips. The third guy spewed in about the same period of time as the second guy and for my grand finale I made a showy point of swallowing his packet. In the end, June complimented me on getting three guys to blow their snow in less time than the time it took her girl to get one guy off.” “Did you have any … regrets, you know, about it later?” Michelle looked at James steadily. Suddenly she jumped up off the stage, pushed her skirt down and turned to him. At six foot and with James sitting on the stage, Michelle was directly at eye-level with him. “You,” she said forcibly, “are an asshole. If a guy had just told you about fucking three girls in one night would you be asking him if he had any regrets?” James started to protest. “Shut up,” she said. “You probably aren’t used to women talking or thinking like this, and I’ll admit, most of the time we’re a lot more restrained – and frankly intelligent – about sex than men. I mean, face it; you guys’ll fuck anything anytime, won’t you? But you know, women get horny too sometimes. And sometimes you just get so hot and you give yourself permission to just let yourself go, okay. Well, that was my time. My one time, by the way,” she added, shaking a warning finger at him. “So don’t go getting any ideas, you hear me?” Her head was still buzzing, but she was returning to the level-headed world of today and her current position and appearances. “Honest, Michelle, I wasn’t thinking that at all. Honest.” “Sure. So then why’d you ask about regrets?” Michelle asked, still belligerent. “Well, it was my sister. Well remember I told you there was a sex part to my initiation night?” “So you did screw your sister!” “No. Really. I told you before that I didn’t, but there was some sex. I mean she kind of got me off. Basically she gave me a hand-job out there on the raft.” “Ooooh, lucky you. How did that happen?” “It’s a long story and some of it doesn’t make much sense, though it’s funny because like your experience it also involved timing how long it took to get me off.” “How long?” “Not very. But the thing I was going to say was that the next morning after I got back to the house and explained to my sister what kind of trouble I was going to be in because of the Bradleys finding me out there on the raft with the wine bottle, she said not to worry, that she could cover things up with mom and dad, but that there was a bigger issue here. She basically said that she realized as soon as she woke up this morning that what we did was very wrong. She said she knew that it was totally her fault. Yes, she had had a lot to drink and smoke, but what she did was beyond all bounds and that it was really kind of rape on her part because she was an adult and I was only fourteen. I tried to tell her that it was my fault too but she would have none of it. She was crying and I couldn’t get rid of her guilt. I even told her that it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me, which was true. At that she said that she was happy I had enjoyed it but that it was never to be mentioned again to anyone and that it was to be totally forgotten. Totally. What I’m telling you is that she had ‘regrets,’ big regrets. So that’s why I asked that.” “Okay, James, I believe you. I apologize for biting your head off like that. So your sister never brought it up again?” “Nope. She never even hinted at it. And I kept my word too. I never talked about it to anyone – until now, and I feel a little guilty about it.” “About the hand-job? Or about telling me about it?” “Telling you. Unlike Jen, I never had any regrets about what happened that night. It’s still the most exciting thing that ever happened to me.” “Yeah, I guess it would be.” At that point there was a noise at the door to the auditorium. They both looked up and realized that someone was unlocking it. In a second, the door opened and a man stood in it looking down on them on the stage. “Is that you, Harvey?” said Michelle. Harvey was kind of a general handyman and security guard at the conference center. “Yes, it is. Who’s down there?” “It’s me – Michelle And James too. We just came in to pick up some of this equipment and put it in the trailer.” “Oh, fine. I just saw a light on in here and thought someone had left it on. Let me help you carry some of that stuff.” The three of them took the pile of equipment and tapes and stowed them in the trailer. After that they walked to the rooms. James came to his first, said good night and went in. * * * In his room, James took off his clothes and climbed into bed in his underpants. He couldn’t help thinking about the story Michelle had told him and he pushed his underpants down around his thighs and started fondling his stiffening cock as he created mental pictures of her sucking on dicks at the glory hole with goo splattered on her cheeks and chin. Significant pre-cum was seeping and pooling over the helmet of his dick. With his finger he slowly spread it evenly and felt his cock twitch. He went even slower; he wanted to make this last. The phone rang. “Damn,” he said out loud at the interruption. “Hi, it’s me. Were you asleep?” It was Michelle. “No. I just got into bed. What is it?” “I just wanted to remind you that we’re supposed to meet tomorrow morning at ten in the slide room to go over the afternoon presentation.” “Yeah, I know. I’ll be there.” There were a few moments of silence. Finally Michelle said, “Look I feel stupid and unfair about calling you an asshole and I thought maybe I could make it up to you.” “That’s not necessary, Michelle.” “But I want to. I thought maybe I could do it this way.” And in a mock seductive voice she added, “So what are you wearing?” James gave sort of a nervous laugh but said nothing. “Oh-oh, did I catch you? I did, didn’t I? You’re wearing nothing but a hard-on, right? And you were just about to wank yourself re-living your sister’s hand-job, weren’t you?” Given the tenor of his relationship with Michelle so far, James was feeling in very unfamiliar territory here, and at first he attempted a cautious defense. “I happen to be wearing my underpants.” “Uh-huh. I’ll bet.” What the hell, thought James, she’s the one coming on to me. “As a matter of fact I am wearing underpants, but they’re down around my knees right now. And I do have a raging hard-on.” “Ooooh nice. Who’s it for?” “It’s for you if you want some company.” “No, no, James. I don’t think that would be a good idea.” She said this firmly but her voice got soft again, “But I was thinking I might be able to give you some help over the phone. And then maybe you could give me some help. Would that sound pretty good to you, James?” “Yes.” “Okay then just tell me slowly and in detail about you and your sister on that raft and I’ll take it from there.” “That wasn’t where I was.” “Where were you?” “At June’s Club.” “And did I have my lips wrapped around your big fat cock?” “Yes.” “What are you doing right now?” “Stroking … why, what are you doing? Can I do something for you?” “I thought you’d never ask.” “Sorry.” “I want you to tell me about your sister. I want to hear everything.” “Okay, but first I want you to tell me what you’re wearing.” “I’m wearing only two things: my pantyhose –” “If you tell me the other thing you’re wearing is panties, I know that’s not true. Or at least it wasn’t when we were in the auditorium.” “Why you naughty little boy. You were looking up my skirt at my twat. Did you like what you saw? Did it give you a stiffy?” “I couldn’t see much, but yes, it got me hard. I told you you were hot.” “Oh James, I wish you could see it now. It’s all puffy and red and it is slimy and slippery. My pantyhose are gooey.” “Why don’t you take those pantyhose off?” “Oh no, I love the way I feel when I rub my cunt through the nylon.” “Are you doing it now?” “Oh yes. I’m making slow little circles just above my little button. God I’m flowing! Oooo yes.” “I wish I could see you. I’ve never seen a girl masturbate.” “Jesus, never?” “Never.” “Boy if you were here I could make you cum in seconds.” “I might anyway.” “What! No. Stop that, James. Stop stroking yourself. I need you to do things for me first. I want you to tell all about your hand job at the lake and I want you to tell it to me dirty. I want you to get me off like a rocket and then I promise I’ll return the favor. I’ll talk you off like you’ve never gotten off before. Is that a deal?” “Okay.” “So you aren’t touching yourself?” “Well, just lightly, but there’s no danger. So what’s the other thing?” “What other thing?” “You said you were only wearing two things. Are you wearing a bra?” “No, no bra. In fact, I’m spreading baby oil over my tits right now … ooo that’s cold … and now I’m all slick and oily and my nipples – I have small tits, James, but I have huge nipples – my nipples are getting very hard.” “So what is the other thing.” “My headset.” James laughed. “Which means,” Micelle continued, “that when I listen to you telling me about your sister jacking your jam I have both hands free to run slowly over my body.” “Shit. I wish I had a headset.” “When the time comes, one hand’ll do you fine. But that time is not yet, remember.” “Yes, mother.” Sarcastically. “There you go comparing me to your mother again. Come on, James; tell me about your sister. What does she look like first?” “She’s quite pretty actually. More cute I guess than beautiful. About five-three. Slim. Blondish-brown hair. Kind of like mine, but lighter I guess.” “Boobs?” “Yes. Small, but very nicely shaped. And very pale nipples.” “You saw them?” “Yes, I saw them that night. She let me. But before that, a couple of times I’d caught glimpses, you know around the house.” “I’ll bet you spied on her. I mean what younger brother hasn’t?” “Yeah. As a matter of fact, she caught me at it. She never let on at the time, but she told me about it that night. You see we were out on that raft and I was feeling very stoned and cozy with Jennifer – like I mean friendly cozy. It was a hot August night and we were lying back looking at the stars. Being fourteen I wanted to know about girls. I would have been too embarrassed to ask her normally, but like I said, I was stoned and I asked.” “Like what did you ask?” “I don’t know exactly, but I guess the gist of it was: hey Jen, do girls like sex?” “If you could see how wet my cunt is right now, you’d realize what a stupid question that was.” “Yeah, well it was stupid. But Jennifer didn’t laugh at me. She must have been able to cast herself back to when she was my age. She told me that yes, girls liked sex very much but it was different for them than guys. ‘You’re a virgin?’ she asked me. ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘You?’ ‘Oh no, I lost my virginity back when I was – well, never mind when. A while ago,’ she laughed, ‘Mom and dad would be shocked how long ago.’ ‘I wish I’d lose mine.’ ‘God, she said, ‘you’re only fourteen. It’ll happen, Jamie. Plenty of time.’” Michelle interrupted: “Jamie?” James laughed. “Yes, my sister calls me Jamie. Still even. But she’s the only one!” “Okay, I won’t call you that – in public. How’s your cock – cooling down a bit?” “Not really, I’m keeping the tension up, but don’t worry I won’t squirt until you tell me you’re cumming. You gotta tell me, you know.” “We’ll see, I’ll try, but I get a little rattled when it happens so you’ll pardon me if I forget.” “No, I won’t pardon you. You’re making me hold off until you come – but how am I to know when that is unless you tell me?” “Okay, okay, I’ll let you know when I’m high on the ladder and then when I go off I’ll say … well, something. ‘Yes!’ or ‘Now’ or something. But I tend to make plenty of noise anyway, and you’re a smart boy, I think you’ll figure it out. But c’mon, James, you gotta take me there. Tell me what happened next.” “Well I asked her what I should know about losing my virginity. And she told me to be sure to take time to hold the girl and caress her and lead up to it slowly and then be sure to do the same after because Jen said that because I was a virgin I wouldn’t last more than a minute tops. And that the girl who gave me the gift of my deflowering deserved to get some pleasure out of it. I protested, saying I could hold out a lot longer than that. No way she said. She said that she and her best friend Karen called virgin boys ‘Minute Men.’ And she laughed. She said that in the last two years she had deflowered two boys and that the total time before they shot their packets didn’t equal a minute. She liked it though, she said, because she knew that whatever happened to them for the rest of their lives, they’d always remember her as an angel.” Michelle “Sounds like she liked to rob cradles. Kind of like what I feel like right now. Why wouldn’t she let you fuck her as a special little-brother favor?” “Well, as the next day proved, that was something she just could not have conceived of handling psychologically. Obviously for her it was – and is, I guess – a big taboo. But it might have crossed her mind. Or maybe just all the sex talk and dope and alcohol had turned her on a bit because she suddenly decided we had to go swimming to ‘cool off.’ Well, it was a hot night too. “The problem was we hadn’t brought our swim suits. I was perfectly willing to swim in my underpants, and Jen would swim in her panties, but she was just wearing a tube top and she didn’t want to come back to the raft and sit around in a soggy wet top afterwards. She made up her mind she was going to swim topless and she told me so. I tried to sound casual and cool – ‘yeah, whatever’ I said, or something like that – but my heart was pounding out of my chest.” Michelle said, “Oh yeah, this is sounding like what I called for. My nipples are so hard now. And I’m gliding my hands are skating on the baby oil up and down my stomach. And sometimes … like now … I just let one of my hands slide under the waist of my pantyhose and gently – very gently – tease my clit. Oh that’s good. C’mon, Jamie, I want you to start caressing Jennifer’s tits for me – you know she wants it.” Now Michelle was definitely breathing more audibly. “No, I don’t think she did want it. She kind of took her top off with her back to me and dove into the water before I could see much. We swam for a while and then I got back onto the raft first. I now had an urgent hard-on and I didn’t want Jennifer to see me, so I was lying on my stomach when she came back to the raft. But she asked for my help in hoisting her up. I kind of came over to give her a hand, hiding, as best I could, my too obvious excitement about her being topless. But as soon as she got on the raft she took one look at my underpants and started giggling. ‘Jesus, Jamie, look at you. You could house a family of refugees in that tent you’ve made out of your underpants.’ Meantime, of course, she was still standing there topless. And even though it was pretty dark, I could see the dark patch of her bush through her wet white panties. “Anyway, I sat back down and lay on my stomach again. My face was burning. And though she probably couldn’t see that in the dark Jen obviously sensed my embarrassment and tried to make amends. ‘Come on, Jamie,’ she said, ‘it’s no big deal: boys get hard-ons. And I know I didn’t help by being topless. I’m sorry.’ And she started to put her top back on. ‘No, please.” I pleaded. It was out of my mouth before I thought about it. ‘Please what?’ ‘Please can I look just a little longer?’ She looked at me and softly said, ‘Okay.’ And she just sat there with her hands at her sides letting me study her breasts. She had spent the previous summer in Europe where I know she had gone topless at the beaches (I’d seen photos). So it wasn’t a big deal for her, but she realized it was a big deal for me. She was very sweet about it. Like I said, she’s a good sister. I think she was also pleased that I found her sexually attractive. ‘Are they nicer up close like this, Jamie?’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘I mean when you’re spying on me you’re always a distance away.’ ‘Spying?’ ‘Jamie, don’t think I haven’t noticed you spying on me. Trying to see me nude. You might someday notice that there’s a mirror in my room that I can see who’s in the hallway without turning around.’ ‘Well maybe I was just passing your room.’ ‘No one takes that long to pass a slightly opened door. It’s not a big deal, Jamie – every younger brother spies on his sister. Karen said she’s caught David about five or six times. And he even admitted one time that he masturbates picturing her.’ ‘Cut it out, Jen.’ ‘Why? Do you jerk off fantasizing about me?’ I didn’t know what to say. Well I wanted to say no, but, of course, I did fantasize about her so I was kind of frozen for a second. Jennifer correctly interpreted the hesitation. ‘You do, don’t you! Why you wicked little boy, you.’ When she said this she reached out and sort of pushed me on the shoulder. ‘Leave me alone!’ I said and I rolled away from her. Of course when I did this I once again exposed my standing-tall jockey shorts. But by now I was more mad than embarrassed so I just lay on my back with my arms crossed staring at the stars. Screw her I thought. ‘I was just teasing you, you know that don’t you,’ Jennifer said kindly. But then she started giggling again. ‘What?!’ ‘I’m sorry, Jamie, but I just saw your erection again and how incredibly stiff it looks. I’ll bet you wouldn’t last half a minute with a girl.’ ‘Shut up,’ I said, “Wha’do you know?’ ‘Well, when it comes to sex and teenage boys, I know a helluva lot more than you do. I bet you wouldn’t last a minute masturbating.’ ‘I would too!’ And it went on like that. It wasn’t any conscious strategy on my part to get her to give me sex, but in the end, almost before either of us realized it, that was the bet. She bet she could get me off in under a minute. “I know this makes no sense, Michelle. But remember, first that we were stoned, and second, that at one level it was just a sibling argument and we each wanted to prove the other wrong. We even haggled over the details. She had a sports watch she used for swimming and she took it off and gave it to me. I said that the clock would start running whenever I said ‘go.’ She said no, that it would start the moment she first touched my dick. ‘When you first feel my hand on your cock,’ she said, ‘then you say “go” and push the start button on the watch.’ After a moment I agreed because I felt this was a minor concession; I had no idea how aroused a woman could get you without ever coming into physical contact with your dick. I also made the mistake of thinking that Jennifer was a girl – I mean she was just my sister, right? Wrong. Somewhere in the five years between us she had become a woman. I just hadn’t been paying attention.” James paused in his narrative and he could hear Michelle breathing very raggedly now. Despite Michelle’s prohibition he started stroking himself more earnestly. Prompted by the pause in the story, Michelle said, “In case … you … can’t tell, Jamie … I’m getting close.” “How close?” “Close. Just tell me how she got you off? Was she good?” “Oh yes. She was good. First she said that I had to take my underpants off. She moved down to my feet and then, while being careful not to touch my cock and thus start the clock, she reached up, put her fingers under the elastic band at the waist and very slowly pulled them down to my ankles. My dick popped free, bounced and then came to rest at about a 45-degree angle pointing toward my chest. Jennifer then took some sun tan lotion out of the bag she had brought the towels and the blanket in. She smeared it slowly and suggestively all over her hands while I watched. Her eyes were devouring my cock. ‘Oh my baby brother has such a big cock,” she said. ‘I love the way it curves up like that. It’ll make some women very happy some day. Oh I can hardly wait to see it spurt.’ Remember I was fourteen. I had never had a woman talk dirty to me. And, in fact, my cock wasn’t all that big –” “How big is it right now, Jamie? And stop jacking it. I can tell by your breathing that you’re cheating on me.” James had been caught, but he didn’t cease his stroking, he merely slowed down. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” he lied, “And to answer your question: bigger than it was then, but not porn-star size. Right now though I gotta say it looks very big … and reddish-purple and glistening.” “Glistening? Do you have baby oil too?” “No, I produce this stuff myself.” “Oh it sounds so beautiful I’d love to see it.” “No reason why you shouldn’t. I’ll make my offer again.” “You absolutely can’t, James. Or I can’t. But please just get me off now. What’d your sister do, rub that suntan lotion all over that cock.” “No, not then. But Jen knew very well what she was doing with her dirty talk. She was still sitting –” “Wait! Does it still curve up?” Michelle interrupted. “Yes.” “Oh God, you don’t know how I love an up-curve cock. Go on.” “Well, still sitting at my feet, she slowly leaned forward and reached for my cock with her hands all slick and lotiony. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the feeling. But her hands stopped instead at the tops of my thighs. And then tantalizingly slowly she began caressing my legs and my inner thighs. I realized then that I was going to lose this bet. In fact I thought I might even lose it without the clock ever being started. I opened my eyes then and watched Jen leaning forward over me and sliding her hands up and down my legs. She was looking deeply and sensually into my eyes, all the time talking softly (‘Do you like this, Jamie? Come on, you can admit it. Isn’t it nice having a sister with soft hands to protect you from the sun with this lotion? I know there’s no sun right now, but you can never be too careful. You just lie back there and know you’re being taken care of. Is there anyplace else you’d like me to protect?). She probably could have talked me off.” James could hear Michelle almost panting now. “Close?” he asked her. “You … know … I am,” Michelle said between her labored breaths. “Your sister … better get you off in a hurry … or she’ll miss the … boat.” “Well every time Jen moved her body forward to massage my thighs with her slippery hands, her breasts would sway forward toward me. She must have noticed that I was mesmerized by them because she suddenly changed tactics. She got some more lotion on her hands and she slid herself around above my head. Then she started massaging my chest and gradually moved her hands lower to my stomach and abdomen, still being careful not to touch my dick. But because she was behind me, now when she would lean forward now, her breasts were positioned right over my face. And a few times she scrunched down so that they brushed my cheeks and nose and even my lips. God, I didn’t know what to concentrate on, the fire that was building in my balls or these wonderful soft breasts caressing my face. Jennifer was acting like the breasts were just an accidental by-product of the chest and abdomen massage, but she was careful to make sure they dragged tantalizingly across my skin. At one point she leaned way down to rub as far as my pelvis bone and she pushed her breasts into my face and held them there for a few moments. I reached up with both hands and gently stroked the sides of her tits. I was moving my hands forward toward her nipples when she abruptly sat up and took hold of my wrists, putting them back by my sides. ‘No copping a free feel, or you don’t get anything. You understand, you dirty little boy?’ And she totally stopped everything. This drove me wild. I begged her. ‘Please start again, Jen, please. I won’t touch you.’ ‘Well, okay.’ She was totally toying with me now and she started rubbing my chest again and teasing my nipples. ‘Are you ready to start the watch?’ Oh yes, I was very ready. Finally she touched me and I started the stop-watch. I was expecting her to grab my stiff cock and start piston-stroking it. But instead she gently ran her hand up my member and then wrapped it around, squeezed, and started slowly stroking, all the time talking. ‘Oh Jamie, you’re sooo hard. Are you ready to cum for me? Cum for me now. Make it shoot, Jamie.’ And then with a groan I let go. ‘Oh God, Jamie!’ Jen said excitedly. ‘You’re cumming. Jesus, I’ve never seen anyone cum so much. Wow!” James stopped his story there and was now seriously stroking himself. He could feel himself on the edge and he knew Michelle wouldn’t stop him this time because he could tell she was almost there herself. She was having trouble breathing and she was whimpering. “Oh plesepleaseplease --- OOH Yes, now!! I’m cumming! I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” Sometime during the pleases James had shot his load. And now in their aftermath both of them were quiet and listening to each other catching their breath. Finally, Michelle said, “Whoa-baby. Oh, James, thank you, thank you. I really needed that. There were a few moments there when I pretty much lost the plot, but I’m assuming you joined me.” “Oh yes, Michelle. It’s very much of a mess here right now.” “Do you really shoot so very much jizz, James? Like your sister said?” “I guess I do. I mean at the time I didn’t have any basis for comparison, but Jen seemed very impressed. I mean, as I told you, she never mentioned a single thing about that night after that, but that night she told me that I had looked like an oil well gusher and it had shot up as far as my chin. Since then, several women have made comments of a similar nature. Jennifer was so wowed by it she forgot to even check the time it had taken her to get me off until later. When we finally did check, the stop-watch was still running. I had totally forgotten to hit the stop button. There was no argument about who won the bet though, even I had to admit that I couldn’t have lasted more than maybe twenty-five or thirty seconds tops. Jen looked at her right hand and laughed at what a sticky mess of tanning lotion and cum it was. She started rubbing it off on my chest and then on my wet underpants. I was too weak to resist. I did thank her though, and I told her I’d never forget this. But she told me I’d better forget it. I guess she was already starting to have regrets about what we’ve done. We both lay back on the raft and were in our own thoughts and then, like I said, the next thing I knew was the sun coming up and the Bradleys in their boat coming out to see if everything was all right on the raft.” “James, it’s almost 3:30. I’m going to have to go to sleep. I’m forty-six, you know, I can’t stay up as late as someone your age.” “If you could see me right now you’d see that I can’t stay up either. My cock looks pretty tame right now.” “Well, good night. And thanks again for every thing. For the help with the show. For the pot. And for taking me over the deep end just now.” “Thank you too, Michelle. See you at ten tomorrow morning. Good night.” * * * Michelle had her team together at ten to go over plans for the next two days of the conference. There were six of them and she reviewed responsibilities and gave out assignments. James took notes, but his mind was on the previous night and marveling that this high-powered, tough-talking producer was just a few hours ago whimpering and pleading for him to get her off. It made her seem so incredibly sexy to him. As the meeting was about to break up, Michelle asked if she could have a word with James after the meeting. When the meeting room emptied, Michelle walked over and closed the door. James, whose cock was already stiffening in anticipation, had started walking over to touch her when Michelle turned around with a hard look on her face. “Stay away from me, James.” “Well, sure. What’s the matter?” said James, taken aback by her tone. “About last night. I’m going to ask you to totally forget about it. There was drinking. There were drugs. I was letting my hair down from the pressure of the show. It all got very much out of hand. Some of those things should never have happened. And I’m going to ask you to give me your solemn promise that you will never breath a word of any of this or any of the things I told you about myself to anyone.” “Michelle, what’s happened? I mean it wasn’t just you that shared confidences.” She took a deep breath and angrily said, “Look, James, I don’t intend to have a big discussion with you about this. I simply want you to promise me.” “That sounds like you’re ordering me.” “You can look at it that way.” “This is the woman that just seven hours ago was pleading, pleading with me to get her off?” Michelle turned around abruptly. James could tell from the reddening of her neck, the set of her shoulders and her clenched fists that she was furious. Finally, she turned around and in a strained but controlled voice she said, “Look, it’s different for you than for me. For you, it’s just a young guy, wild oats, sweet talks his boss into having a bit of phone sex, shoots his rocks, so tell me a new story. For me, it’s my career. Do you understand that, James?” “Yes, I understand. I guess I’m just a little disappointed that you don’t trust me. That you think I’m the kind of person that would –” “I’m feeling very vulnerable here, James. I mean if it ever got out that I once blew three guys through a glory hole. That I had phone sex and flashed my cunt at a 22-year-old boy. A boy who works for me for Christ’s sake.” She shook her head in disbelief at the position she had put herself in. “Don’t worry, Michelle,” James reassuringly, “your secret – or secrets – are safe with me.” She looked relieved. “Thank you. Will you swear to that – that you’ll never say anything?” “On one condition.” “What’s that?” “Nothing much. It’s just that before I’ll swear to keep my lips sealed for life, you have to open yours and give me a blow job. Fair trade, huh?” He looked at her and smiled. Stunned and angry, Michelle stared at James. Neither said a word for several moments and then James saw tears welling up in Michelle’s eyes. His expression changed to concern and he came forward to hold her, but she pushed him away so forcefully he almost fell over a chair. “Michelle, please! I was joking. Honestly. I thought you could see that. I wouldn’t do that. Look, I’ll promise anything you want – no conditions. Just don’t be upset, please.” Michelle looked at him and believed. James said, “I promise never to breath a word about the glory hole or the phone sex or the fact that you don’t wear any panties under your pantyhose. I swear.” “Really?” “Really.” “Thank you,” she said. “Boy, when you said that about me giving you a blow job I was just thinking, ‘God, what he must think of me.’” “You want to know what I really think of you? I think you’re a great producer and a superwoman. Strong and talented. Easily one of the most impressive people I’ve met in the business so far.” “I appreciate your saying that more than you’ll ever know, James.” She said it sincerely, but then she added with a laugh. “But last night you also mentioned a ‘hot bod.’ What happened to that part, huh?” “True,” James kidded her back, “I guess I can add that. It’s not one of the three things I can never mention again.” Finally Michelle said, “Hey what are we doing around here? We’ve got shows to put on.” * * * Over the next day and a half, Michelle’s unit was kept very busy helping out at various individual seminars and break-out sessions, moving equipment, running equipment, setting up stages and taking care of all the usual backs and forths and mini-crises that accompany any major conference. In between all this Michelle had scheduled several rehearsals and technical run-throughs for the big show the last night of the conference. Michelle rehearsed the client Vice-President of Sales – a good-looking man of about fifty named Damon Whiteside – on his speech, which was then to be followed by the most extravagant, glitzy segment of the entire conference. It involved a magician making the Vice-President disappear and then re-appear in the back of the room. It involved a laser/light show, a small fireworks display, hard-pounding rock and roll music, dancers, balloons and confetti raining down from the ceiling, even a disco ball (“trite, but tried and true,” Michelle had said with a laugh of the ball). James worked with Michelle through out that next day and was with her much of the time. But she seemed distant with him – more business-like and no-nonsense than she had been even in the weeks prior to the incredible night before. At dinner Michelle sat with the VP-Sales instead of at the table with her team. This was not wrong – she was supposed to establish a relationship with the client, but it bothered James. Michelle Michelle smoothed the front of her black dress over her toned belly and looked in the mirror, critically eyeing her figure. Despite two, now grown, children, twenty years of marriage and an acrimonious divorce she was, at forty-five, still striking. Her breasts rode high and firm, without any assistance from surgery and, while they were only a b-cup, she knew that men and women enjoyed touching and sucking upon them, especially when they saw her erect, coffee-coloured nipples standing proudly from the pale flesh. Reaching upwards, she quickly and deftly coiled her waist-length chestnut hair into a neat chignon, sliding a pair of lacquered bamboo slivers into the knot to secure it in place. Perching on the edge of the stool in front of her dressing table, she rolled silk hold-up stockings along her legs, settling the tops snugly against her thigh. Slipping her feet into high heeled pumps, she glanced at her reflection again. Her eyes were clear and widely spaced, the irises the grey of a storm cloud, although she was famed for her cheerful nature and her slow temper. Her lips were full and plump, parting easily in a smile that displayed expensive, undetectable dentures. Michelle glanced at the handful of cosmetics on the top of the dressing table, including a new, bright red and expensive lipstick that her daughter had persuaded her, well bullied her really, into buying. She reached out, picked it up and, before her nerve could desert her, smoothed it over her mouth, pouting gently and then dabbing it away with a tissue. She dabbed a little perfume on her wrists and in the hollow of her throat, then slipped the bottle, lipstick and a small powder compact into her purse. She got to her feet and glanced at the expensive wristwatch she wore. It was almost half past the hour and her cab would be arriving any minute. She swallowed nervously and thought, for a moment, of the bottle of white rum in the drinks cabinet downstairs. She shook her head and gathered her purse from the dressing table, before making her way down the stairs. It seemed like a different world, only last month, at the travel agency where she worked, when she had confided in Carole about her mounting debt. She was not naturally or hugely extravagant but her salary was based on commission and people were just not spending as much on holidays as they used to. Carole had sympathised and promised to tell Michelle if she had any ideas that could help her. A couple of days later, as they were closing the blinds and settling down to tidying the office after a long and not particularly successful day, Carole had made her suggestion. "'Chelle, "she asked, "Were you serious when you said you needed more cash badly?" "Carole, you wouldn't believe how serious." Michelle replied, "Why? Have you thought of something?" "I'm not sure, I should tell you. Whatever you decide, you have to keep this between you and me. No one else must ever know." Carole continued. "What is it? Have you stolen from the accounts? What?" "Nothing like that! You know Paula, the cabin crew who comes to us for the overseas hotels when she goes on holiday? Well I was asking her how she managed on her pay, especially when she stays at the top hotels. She told me that she offers her services as a companion to wealthy businessman, when she's between flights." "You mean for sex?" "Sometimes, some of them are really just lonely and want dinner with an attractive woman. Anyway, she was saying that one of her regular visitors was in town and had a friend with him. The girl she usually took with her had the 'flu and she asked me if I would like to make some easy cash." "What did you do? Did you go?" "I said yes, I went with her and he turned out to be quite a nice guy. We had sex, I stayed in his hotel the night, and I left him before breakfast the next morning, with five hundred in my purse." "But I'm not good-looking like you and I'm nearly twenty years older than you are. Who would be interested in me?" "These men don't want some young model; they're after someone who can make them feel relaxed and good about themselves. You are just what a lot of them would go for. You are attractive and you can make pleasant conversation. Some of them like to start with dinner, or a show, and they can't spear with some obvious tart hanging on their arm. People would talk and even though a lot of their colleagues know about the sort of things they do, they don't want to spread rumours. Anyway, are you interested?" "I don't know. Do I have to tell you now?" "No, it's not like I have someone lined up for you tonight, but I'll need to know if you're game, in case something comes up." "I guess so." Yesterday, Carole had rung her after work and told Michelle that she had arranged a client for her. He was a business man who wanted a companion for dinner and company for the evening. She would have done it herself but a regular client, her very first, in fact had called and wanted to see her on the same evening. So, here she was, waiting for a cab to take her to his hotel room, dreading what was to come. Strangely, her dread was not because of what she was going to do, but at the thought that he might not like her. The cab arrived and Michelle hurried out of the house, locking the door and glancing over the front of the building to make sure everything was secure. She climbed into the back seat and leaned forward to give the driver the address of the hotel. Settling back into the seat, she glanced up and saw the driver's eyes glancing, appreciatively, at her in the rear-view mirror. She flushed a little as she imagined him guessing her intentions for the rest of the evening and her nipples tingled a little. It had been nearly four years since she had last had sex, more accurately had been raped by the violent beast her husband had become. Too quickly, the cab threaded its way through the early evening traffic to the hotel. Michelle took a deep breath and fumbled in her purse for the money to pay the cab driver, fighting the urge to tell him to turn around and drive her back home. She slipped the bills into his hand and closed the cab door, watching the tail-lights shrink to fiery eyes and then to pin-pricks as the cab drew further into the stream of traffic. Turning, she slowly climbed the wide steps to the main entrance and slipped past the porter as he held the door open for her. The porter smiled attractively and bowed his head at her softly murmured,"Thank you." The elevator whisked her, discreetly, to the very top floor of the hotel, a corridor lined in heavy carpet with soft, indirect lighting and tasteful prints lining the walls. Her footsteps whispered as she walked, with measured strides, to the very end suite. Glancing at her watch, she noted that she was punctual, almost to the second. Lifting her hand, she tapped lightly on the door and drew a deep breath, as she waited for it to open. She heard the rattle of the lock and the door was opened to reveal her very first client. He was tall, clean shaven with very dark brown hair. A spattering of grey at his temples and a pair of thin-rimmed spectacles made him appear distinguished and benevolent. A tailored evening suit accentuated a still-trim body. His eyes seemed to sparkle and Michelle was intrigued. He stepped away from the door and gestured for her to step inside. "Good evening, Michelle, is it?" he said in a slightly European accent, "My name is Alex." "Good evening, Alex, Carole asked me to convey her apologies. I hope you aren't disappointed." Michelle replied. "Good Lord no! You are delightful and I am sure that the evening will be most enjoyable. But I shall pretend to Carole that I would have preferred to see her." Carl took her by the tips of her fingers and guided her further into the suite. The drapes were drawn back from the windows and, on the balcony; a table was set for two with gleaming silver and chinaware. A bottle of champagne rested in an ice bucket. Carl deftly twisted the cork from the bottle and poured a thin, golden stream of champagne into two tall flutes. Handing Michelle a glass, he lifted his own and, smiling, sipped a little of the champagne. Michelle raised her own glass and sipped. The wine was ice-cold and delicately flowery. She sipped and let the foaming bubbles slip down her throat. "The wine is to your liking?" Carl asked her, in a soft, caressing tone. "Certainly, "she replied, "It's delicious." "Good," he smiled, "I thought, perhaps we could have dinner here? I'm not terribly good with crowds and, having seen you, I must confess that I would rather not share you with a restaurant full of other people, many of whom you will find much more attractive than me." "I should like dinner here very much. I think you are flattering me." Michelle smiled, "Besides, there may be others more attractive to the eye, but I doubt that they could be more gallant. Carl smiled and, taking Michelle's hand, led her to her seat, making sure that she was comfortably seated, and then sitting opposite. He passed the menu to her and opened his own. After a moment, he closed the heavy card and sat, watching her. She made up her mind quickly and looked up. "Actually, I'm not really very hungry," she told him, "perhaps the sole and a little cheese and fruit?" "Excellent!" Carl exclaimed. "I shall have the same." Picking up the telephone on the table, he relayed their order to the room service waiter and settled back. He looked relaxed and confident, watching her with an amused, slightly quizzical smile. She smiled back, looking at the easy curve of his lips and the delicate taper of his fingers. She blushed for a moment as she imagined how it would feel to be touched by those hands, to feel those lips on her skin. To hide her confusion she lifted the glass to her lips and moistened them with a drop of the champagne. Over the rim of her glass, she noticed his gaze on hers, amused and inviting her to confide in him. "What?" Michelle asked. "I didn't say a word," Carl replied. "No but you were going to ask something." Michelle countered. "I just wondered why I had not seen you before. Why you came to see me." Carl murmured, just loudly enough for her to hear. Michelle opened her mouth to utter some plausible falsehood but, instead, found herself confessing her monetary problems and the failure of her marriage. Throughout her tale Carl listened, an intense sympathy sketched in the lines of his face and the sparkle in his eyes dimmed for the moment. "I'm sorry," Michelle finished, "You don't want to hear my sob story." Carl said nothing for a moment, then slipped his hand beneath the lapel of his dinner jacket and slid out a bulky envelope, passing it over to her. She opened her purse and slid the envelope inside, without looking at it, or checking the contents. Carl smiled at her and reached over with the champagne bottle to top up the liquid in her glass. "Aren't you going to count it?" he asked, smiling. "No, I think I can trust you." Carl blushed in turn and Michelle took her opportunity to ask a question of her own. "Why do you do this? Pay a woman to be your companion for the evening I mean." she asked. Carl pondered for a moment, "I suppose it's sort of honesty," he said, continuing, "I would rather pay a lady for her company than play games, taking her out, buying her dinner, wondering if she will invite me in at the end of the night. This way, you know what to expect and I know that I'm not going to spend half the evening being bored by some film or play, in return for a peck on my cheek." There was a tap on the door and momentarily, they were interrupted as the room service waiter pushed a cart, with their meals on, onto the balcony. Plates were slid onto the table, redundant cutlery and glassware were whisked away and the waiters left, handsomely rewarded. They ate in comfortable silence, only the distant hum of traffic below intruding on the quiet velvet of the night. The fish was perfectly cooked, accompanied by tiny new potatoes and fresh vegetables. Michelle ate delicately, without realising that Carl was watching her beneath his long, almost feminine lashes. They pushed their plates aside and selected a few grapes and a sliver of cheese. Carl pushed his plate away and leaned back, waiting for Michelle to finish. "Coffee? A liqueur?" he asked. "No thank you." Michelle replied, shaking her head gently. Carl pushed his chair back and moved around to draw Michelle's seat away from the table. As he stood behind her, Carl gently kissed Michelle's neck, tasting the sweetness of her skin and a hint of her bitter perfume. His lips felt like fire upon her skin, sending sparks along her nerves that seemed to settle in her belly. His lips brushed the curve of her bare shoulder and she felt her nipples harden, pressing against the silk of her dress. She swallowed a sigh, as his hands rested lightly on his shoulders, before he took hold of the chair back and slid her chair away from the table. She stood and turned to face him, stepping inside the circle of his arms and catching the subtle miasma of expensive cologne, light, yet sharp and masculine. Carl dipped his head to kiss the angle of her jaw but Michelle turned her head, so that their lips met, and opened her mouth. His tongue slipped inside and she could taste his tongue as she sucked gently, drawing him into her mouth. She felt his surprise in the lift of his eyebrows and the hesitancy of his mouth. She did not realise that none of his companions had offered him their mouths to kiss before. Slowly he became surer of himself, almost as thought he was rediscovering the pleasures of a kiss, and he began to kiss her mouth slowly and deeply. Michelle sighed into his mouth and melted against him. Michelle could not help herself, her body betrayed her and she felt herself responding to him. The thought of the money in her purse merely added to her excitement as he held her close and slid his tongue between her lips. Gasping, they broke apart and then he led her back into the suite. The night was warm and they left the windows open, the hum of late night traffic a counterpoint to their unspoken communication. Michelle followed him into the bedroom, where Carl turned her to face him, pulling her gently into his arms and kissing the base of her throat, as she arched her neck to invite his kiss. He found the zipper with the tips of his fingers and slowly drew it down her spine, the soft material peeling away like gossamer. His fingers burned against her shoulders as Carl pushed the straps of Michelle's dress down her arms, the hem of the neckline catching, for a moment, on the hard buds of her erect nipples. Michelle's breath froze in her throat as she felt the tug of the cloth and Carl slid his hand over her breast, catching the nipple between his fingertips and circling the base, slowly, with one nail. Gently he pushed the dress lower, freeing her breasts and letting the material slide down her hips to fall around her feet. Michelle pushed the jacket off Carl's shoulders, running her fingertips over the smooth cotton of his shirt, feeling the heat of his chest through the material. She tugged at the bow of his necktie, unfastening it and letting it drape down the front of his chest, tilting her face upwards and offering her mouth for him to kiss again. Their lips met as her fingers danced along the buttons of his shirt, unfastening them and spreading the material wider, so that her breasts were pressed against his chest, the tightly curled hairs prickling her gently. Her hands moved lower, fumbling for a moment with his belt buckle, loosening his pants and sliding inside to cup the bulge in his boxers. Carl groaned quietly into her mouth as she cradled his heavy sac in her cool fingers, savouring the weight and heat of his manhood. Carl's trousers slid to the ground and he kicked them away. Then he lifted his hands to her shoulders and pressed her downwards. The pressure was gently but insistent and Michelle sank to her knees in front of him. The angry red head of his cock was pressing against the silk of his boxers, tenting it towards her face. Reaching out, she teased the waistband of his boxers over the engorged, swollen head of his cock, drawing them down to his ankles and letting it spring upward, pointing to her mouth. For a moment, her mind was filled with the memory of her ex-husband, his hand twisted in her hair as he forced his thick cock into her mouth and to the back of her throat. Michelle closed her eyes as the memory of his rape of her mouth and throat, and the sour unwashed smell of his cock flooded into her mind. She was about to struggle back and leap to her feet when Carl stroked her head and the light caress of his fingers shattered the dark enchantment of her memories. She opened her eyes and the smell was replaced by a sweeter, clean, aroma with the faintest tang of musk. She could see that Carl's cock, though long, was slender and gracefully formed and suddenly she felt a surge of need to taste it, to touch the tip of her tongue to its head and capture the tiny gem of clear pre-cum that had appeared in the dark opening. Michelle leaned forward and gently pressed her lips against the velvety glans, flicking the tip of her tongue into the tiny opening. His pre-cum oozed gently onto her tongue, tart and sweet, like the juice of a rare and exotic fruit. She opened her lips and slid his cock onto her tongue, moistening it with her mouth. She could feel his hand tremble as he stroked her hair, sliding out the hairpins, so that it tumbled about her shoulders. His cock was hot and hard in her mouth as she ran her tongue over the tip and around the shaft. Carl groaned, deep at the back of his throat and his cock stiffened in her mouth. Michelle pulled her head back; slipping the tip of his cock from between her lips and blew on the damp glans. Her hand cupping his balls felt them tighten and she opened her mouth wider, sliding his cock over her tongue, to the back of her mouth. She swallowed and pressed her head a little further forward, sliding his cock into her throat. Carl groaned as he felt the ripple of her throat, as she swallowed his cock, against his glans. His cock jerked and he grunted as thick creamy sperm pumped from his cock into her throat. Michelle swallowed again and again, gulping his cum into her belly. Slowly his cock softened and Michelle slid it from between her lips. Standing up, she wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him, turning her face upwards to look at him. Carl dipped his head and kissed her, slowly pressing his tongue between her lips, tasting himself on her mouth. Carl led Michelle over to the bed and gently laid her on the covers, spreading her legs gently and slipping the heels from her stockinged feet. Propping himself on one arm he looked down upon her and slowly began to stroke her ribs, just beneath her breasts. He leaned further over and kissed her again, while his hand slid onto the swell of her breast and his finger and thumb caught her erect nipple. Slowly he stroked the base and the shaft of her nipple with his finger and thumb, feeling it harden and swell under his caress. Then his hand slipped across to her other breast, his finger and thumb pinching the nipple gently, but hard enough to make her draw her breath with a hiss of excitement. Michelle moaned into Carl's mouth and, encouraged, he slid his hand over the gentle curve of her belly, until his fingertips rested on the edge of her panties and then slipped under the delicate lace. The neatly trimmed hair that covered her pussy was sodden with the moisture that had oozed from between the tender lips, betraying the excitement that burned in her belly. Carl's hand moved lower and Michelle arched her back, pressing her swollen mound against his hand, trying to draw his fingertips inside her. She reached down and pushed her panties down, wriggling to ease them over her hip bones. A kick of her ankles and the panties fell away, leaving her naked, save for her stockings. Michelle & Greg: How It All Began My name is Michelle; I'm 28 years old. My husband Greg and I had been discussing the possibility of my sleeping with another man. We'd been discussing it for months (and incidentally I was getting a lot of really hot sex from my husband just talking about it) when I finally agreed to go to this notorious pickup joint about 50 miles away. He talked me into dressing up in a thigh high red miniskirt that I had never had the nerve to wear before, and he even talked me into not wearing underwear. The top wasn't see-through, but so thin that goose bumps showed. The final touch was a pair of five inch red heels. Just putting this slutty outfit on and knowing that I was going to wear it in front of dozens of horny guys got both of us so excited that we had to relieve our tension in the bedroom by desperately fucking each other before heading out the door. After cleaning myself up I got in our van and drove by myself to the rundown club. I parked the van at the edge of the parking lot, with woods beyond. Greg had gone in early, to scout the place. A few minutes later he called me on my cell phone and said, "Third table from the corner, facing the bar, if you can get it." Almost in a daze I walked into the place; the music was loud, with a beat, but because this was a pick up place they were mostly slow numbers. I was so nervous when I walked in, but really excited too. I saw Greg at the bar, but pretended not to know him. The table he'd mentioned was empty so I sat at it, crossing my legs to show the crowd of men eying me what I had. The waitress had just taken my order for a drink when the music started. It was a slow number, and an attractive man asked me to dance. We started to dance and after a short time we pressed against each other and I felt his cock rising. It gave me a sexy wanton feeling to rub against this stranger's erection while my husband watched us. The next dance I had with Greg. I asked him, "Why that particular table Hon?" He answered, "At that table I can see what's going on below the table, but no one else in the bar can unless they're sitting right beside me. You can get as nasty as you want, and your pick-up and I are the only ones who'll know." The next dance, was with a stranger. I got bolder. I put my hands on his butt and pulled him tight to me. I pressed my breasts to his chest, and rubbed against him. In another place that would have been tacky, but there it was just a little wilder than the action going on around us. By the time the dance was finished I was wet and sticky and my nipples were hard sensitive knobs. It was a cinch to get him back to my table. Back at the table, he started to introduce himself. I stopped him and said, looking him straight in the eyes, "We're just two people who have met in a bar, and are going to fuck each other before the night is over, so why don't we just leave it at that." His eyes popped out on stems, and his jaw dropped, but he didn't say anything, so I picked up my drink and took a long pull at it. Then I turned toward my 'Date', and brushed my chest against his bare arm. With the top I was wearing, it was as if I had brushed my bare nipple against his skin. He recognized this as a go ahead, and dropped his hand to caress my thigh. I let his hand stay a moment before I put my hand on his, pushing the palm of his hand firmly against the skin of my leg. I gripped his hand and moved it up my thigh to my pussy. When he felt pubic hair instead of panties he knew that I wasn't kidding around. To prove my point I spread my thighs and his hand moved to my slit. God I loved it when his fingers started exploring, it was so exciting to not know what was going to happen next. I glanced over at my husband to see how he was taking the action. He was acting like he didn't notice us, but I could tell he was excited by the expression on his face. I noticed a rather large bulge in his pants as he sat there at the bar. And thinking of bulges, I moved my hand to my date's pants, caressing his big erection gently before unzipping him and moving my hand down inside his pants to clasp his hot prick. In the meantime his fingers worked up and down my slit, sending surges of pleasure through me. He dutifully kept up his finger action on my slit, forcing wonderful waves of forbidden pleasure through my pussy. My fingers moved to his cockhead, and I felt the dribble of his precum. His fingers were massaging my clit. A little more action like that and we'd both cum. We had to leave. "Let's go somewhere more private," I moaned. So we got up to leave; I saw my husband just ahead of us. As soon as we got to the side of the van away from the bar we started kissing passionately. When the kiss ended, my new boyfriend pulled my top down, freeing my boobs. His hand moved to the hard nubs of my nipples. He squeezed them, sending shocks of pleasure down to my pussy. Then his lips covered one nipple and his tongue flicked the tip. His free hand went down to my hem, and lifted my skirt up past my hips. Then his hand moved down again, to the sopping flesh between my pussy lips. I moved my legs wider, giving him easier access. I was intensely aware of the lewd scene we must have made. In a place where anyone could be watching, my breasts were exposed, my dress lifted up, and a stranger's fingers pleasuring my between my legs. In fact, I knew that my husband must be watching. But, the very wantonness of my actions only excited me more. My hand went to his waist, I undid his belt and tugged at his pants, pulling then down, first his pants, then his underpants fell to his ankles. His stiff cock sprang free, and my fingers wrapped around it. At the same time, his fingers moved lower, and pushed into my cunt until finally he had three fingers inside me and his thumb rubbing my clit. As my fingers moved from base to tip of his cock, I looked down startled. He had a real monster between his legs. A quick glance showed me that he had to be at least 2 1/2 inches round and conservatively 10 inches long. My pussy spasmed as I thought of taking it all inside me. Then he moved closer. Even though I was wearing 5" heels, his cock still reached to my belly button. He crouched down until his cock-head nudged my hole. I knew that he was going to fuck me there and then, and I helped him position that big dark monster. Slowly he straightened. His thick sausage stretched me wide as he pushed into me, deeper and deeper. At last his pubic bone mashed against my clit. "Oh god, I'm stuffed, and feels so fucking good!" I gasped. Slowly he withdrew until only the head was in me. Then he slammed his cock in me hard. "Yessss!" I hissed. "That's how I like it. Give it to me hard!" A few savage strokes later, I stiffened. "Jesus, I'm cumming." I moaned. OH GOD YES!, FUCK YES!" Even after I exploded in orgasm he continued to fuck away at me. My orgasm was ebbing when he rammed his cock into me a final time and I felt his body stiffen. New waves of orgasmic pleasure broke over me as I realized that a strange man was blasting load after load of his cream deep into my belly. Finally, his cock slipped out of me. He pulled on his pants, then tried to get me to take him home, or go to his place, or just go with him to a motel. Finally I convinced him that what had just happened was the only thing that I wanted, I'd just wanted him to fuck me, not some kind of relation and that we should part with that memory. As he headed back to the bar, I remained leaning against the van, his come drooling from my cunt. I watched my husband step from the shadows. Even though it was his idea, I was nervous. How would he react to my slutty performance? He opened the side door of the van and abruptly pulled me in with him. He pushed me down onto the carpeted floor of the van, and dropped pants, his cock jutted out stiffly. I wrapped my fingers around it, and watched the precum drool from the head. "That was so slutty." he said. "Now, I want you to be just as slutty with me." "Oh yes!" I said. "I want you to pound your big beautiful cock into me until you shoot your come deep into my cunt. I want two men's come in me tonight baby." Incredibly I was horny again, even hornier than I had been when my cunt was full of a stranger's cock. Before I'd finished speaking, his cock was inside me. He pounded savagely into me, just what I needed. In a bit, I was moaning and squirming under him. He kept pounding me, and reached down to tug at my clit. That did it! My cunt spasmed around his cock. I gasped, "I'm cummming! Spray me with your hot cream honey, do it now! I want your cum in with my lover's." That set him off! His hot juice filled my already sloppy tunnel. His fingers pinched my clit again. Together, the sensations intensified my climax. For a bit, the pleasure was so overwhelming it was almost painful. Well, that's how our first experience in sharing worked out. It has only gotten wilder as time has gone on, and we both love it, sex has never been better. Michelle and Her First Uncut Penis By request of JhMcKn I offer this... If you like it, you'll want to check out my other 'Michelle' submissions. Start at the earliest one and work your way through her experience of becoming a submissive slut. If not, well I hope you find another author you do enjoy.. Michelle's lips pursed, her eyes closed as she rubbed the foreskin of his uncircumcised cock on her cheek. Trailing it over her face she felt the coolness of his watery pre-cum on her velvet skin and, wanting to taste it, but loving the feeling of his soft skin on hers she hesitated for a moment, then brought the semi rigid member to her lips, pulled back on it slightly revealing the head and pulled it into her mouth. She was torn. Torn between her desire to taste his fluids, and wanting to continue to feel his cock on her face. Tasting had won for the moment as she took him into her mouth... she opened her mouth just enough to let him in and felt the underside of his cock with her tongue. As she pulled him back out, her tongue trailing up his cock, she held him just there... where she could touch the opening of his pee hole with the tip of her tongue playing there, tasting. She kissed him gently, lovingly and then withdrew him from her mouth, allowed the foreskin to fold over the cock head again and touched it to the end of her nose. She breathed in. Michelle was in a trance. Holding this perfectly sized, uncut, cock in her hand, rubbing it alternately softly across her eyes and then slapping her face with it, her other hand was vigorously rubbing her clit out side her jeans. "Put your finger in your ass." the voice demanded. Michelle, not knowing what to do, looked up at Robert who nodded. She stood, still holding Rocky's cock in her hand and unzipped her jeans. With her other hand she pulled them down letting them drop around her ankles. "Get naked!" someone in the crowd yelled. Michelle pulled the side of her thong over her but and reached around herself to the other side and dropped the other side and the whisp of material that was her thong dropped also. She knelt back down still holding Rocky's cock in her left hand and touching the tip again to the tip of her nose. reached under herself and, first with her already wet index finger, and then with longer 'fuck you' digit, pressed into her puckered anus. Her thumb entered her pussy so it was as if she were getting a double penetration, but with her own hand. The sensation was more than she could have imagined. Here she was, in front of a crowd of bikers a man's uncircumcised cock in her face and her fingers and thumb deep in her ass and pussy. She slapped her face with his cock. And then slapped her face with it again this time even harder. "Fuck yourself." Her fingers raced in and out of her two holes making wet noises as they entered and escaped. "Oh... OH!" She lunged at his cock impaling it as deeply in her mouth as she could. It pressed hard on the diaphragm of her esophagus and she forced herself forward. Sliding past her gag reflex he bottomed out the bulge of his cock could be seen in her distended throat, her nose pressed hard into his neatly trimmed pubic hair and abs. She gulped. Michelle felt herself going over the edge. Her fingers trapped inside of her as her muscles contracted spasmodically around them with her orgasm. She dug the fingernails of her other hand into his buttocks jamming him in her throat and burying herself. "Mmmmphhh... mmmmphhh..." His balls under her chin slapped her neck as she rocked back and forth still holding him tightly, her face in him as if they were velcro'd together. Mmmmphhh... Michelle looked up at him not backing off his cock and, as she did, her fingers slipped out of her ass and pussy and she moved this hand behind him too. Even though there seemed to be no further she could press herself onto him she pulled with all her might. "Ahhhhhhhh...." she gasped when she finally backed off. Gulping in a breath she jammed her face on him again. This time she wasn't distracted by her own ministrations and, her face buried in his belly, she opened her mouth wide and licked his scrotum as far as she could trying to pull one of his testes in her mouth as well as his entire cock. She succeeded and wrapped her lips around both as she turned her head sideways feeling him with her tongue... tickling him. Again she backed off and just as quickly buried her face in his pubic hair. This time she started to jerk him off with her mouth, her lips and tongue pulling on him when she pulled back, her tongue licking the underside of his cock when she plunged forward. "Mmmmphhh, mmmmphhh..." He reached down and grabbed two handfuls of her thick red hair and took control. Now, instead of her blowing him, he was fucking her face. All Michelle could do was open her mouth wide and hold on as he rammed himself forward and back. "Mmmmphhh, mmmmphhh..." Michelle loved it when she was being taken. Whether it was as this man was doing now, fucking her face, or when Robert had her bent over a chair ramming himself in her ass. It didn't matter she loved being fucked and went into a place few know of when it happened. It was almost like there was two of her. The proper, elegant, exceptionally well dressed Michelle, and the slut. Right now there was no doubt which Michelle was present. "Aaawwww!!!" He yelled, ramming himself as deep into Michelle's mouth as he could. Spasm after spasm erupted from him and he drained himself deep in her throat his hands pulling her hair tightly and her nose so far into him that she couldn't possibly breathe. "Aaawwww!!" He pulled back just far enough for her to gulp in some air and then jammed himself deeply again. "Aaawwww..." his grip loosened and she pulled back just enough to be able to feel his cock softening in her mouth. She rolled him over on her tongue and sucked lightly on him with her perfect lips. Pulling back she felt his foreskin sliding over the head of his cock and she tucked her tongue between the foreskin and the wonderful head of his penis. Licking all the way around the head, between for foreskin and the mushroom she pulled back just a little further and kissed the end as she touched his pee slit lightly. Michelle looked up at him as if asking "Did I do well?" She was on her knees looking up at him, his uncut cock almost touching her nose, her hands still holding his buttocks though not so tightly and he started to pee. Michelle was used to men peeing on her ever since she'd had the nerve to reveal this desire to Robert nearly a year ago only she'd only encountered men who were circumcised. Those men had all had a single steady stream which was like a powerful super soaker gun aimed at whatever part of her body they wanted. But this man's uncut dick did something completely different. Since the skin completely covered the head of his cock, the urine fanned out all over her face. She could feel the warm wetness of it everywhere, on her forehead, cheeks, nose and lips all at the same time. It was as if someone had turned on a golden shower and she was the recipient. She opened her mouth to catch some of those precious drops. She reached around with her right hand and grabbed his now softened cock and aimed it at her face moving her head around to make sure she was completely soaked, loving the feel, the smell, the taste of this man's pee. She aimed him at her breasts and back up again to her face and, as the stream slowed down she leaned forward and sucked him into her mouth. Still there was more liquid than she could swallow and, though she swallowed some, more poured out the sides of her mouth and down her chin and flowed onto her ample chest. As he finished urinating she held him there in her mouth, sucking on him gently, cleaning him. When she was sure he was done she leaned back and rubbed his now completely flaccid cock on her face. She was back to where she started, feeling his foreskin on her cheeks, her eyes, her lips... "Oh my god..." she thought. "Oh my god..." Two weeks earlier the groundwork for this encounter had been laid. Michelle, who had been blossoming since she met Robert, had remarked that she'd never been with a man who was uncut. Uncircumcised was the word she'd used, but that was the more elegant Michelle talking. Robert, who started out as her lover and best friend had become something different, something more over the months that they'd been together, he was her confidant, her lover, and, now, her 'handler'. He 'arranged' for Michelle to have the experiences she'd not had earlier in life and in doing so maintained his dominant place in her life. While theirs was not a typical dom/sub relationship, he was, nonetheless, the dominant one while she reveled in her submission to him. On a day to day basis they were pretty much a normal couple, he going to the office and she taking care of the house, vacations twice a year along with visits to both sides of the family. Their home was modest despite his significant income and her upbringing as the daughter of a wealthy physician. Their cars, like many others, were upscale but aging. The one concession to his income was his sports car. A 600 HP low slung honey of a car that he called 'A Ferrari that works.' which he tracked from time to time at various venues and was proficient though not professional. It was normal for Michelle to defer to Robert, she would let her opinion be known, and even was bratty from time to time, but when it came down to decision making time, his was the direction they took. There was no vote – it was ultimately an autocracy and Michelle preferred it that way. She'd been in charge before and gladly gave up the position knowing that Robert would always do what he thought best for both of them, and, in particular, for her. She trusted him intimately. So it was when she met Rocky, the man who'd just peed in her face. Michelle and Robert had been on a short business/pleasure trip to Daytona Beach. Robert had worked it out that they'd be there during bike week knowing the availability of testosterone laden bikers would provide him with plenty of potential candidates for Michelle's initiation to the uncut world. His business finished, he'd made his month's income in the last 2 days in Daytona, he grabbed Michelle from the hotel room and said "We're going to wander a little." And off to the main drag they went. If you've never been to Daytona during bike week pretty much all you need to know is that there are over 100,000 bikers gathered there for 7 or more days to party. Oh, there are bike races at the speedway but they are relatively sparsely attended because the real action is on the beach, Main Street, and in the campgrounds. It was on Main Street that this encounter ensued. Robert dressed in jeans and a white shirt had brought Michelle into the mass of bikers and biker chicks on Main Street and the two of them had blended in ... poorly. While he had been a biker many years before, his demeanor now was that of a successful businessman. Hers, well you could take Michelle out, but you couldn't take her far away from her exhibitionist roots. So she, too, was in jeans, only hers were skintight and low cut. Her white, long sleeved shirt was tied Daisy Duke style just below her ample 36C chest and was unbuttoned completely. Her heels made her walk with a sway which had both men and women staring. But it was her hair that really made her stand out. It was that full mane of chestnut red hair and the light brown eyes which took both men's and women's eyes away from her voluptuous body. So, though there were other biker wanna bee's hanging around that weekend, when Michelle and Robert walked into the Boot Hill Saloon, conversations stopped. People, both bikers and old ladies stopped for a moment what they were doing and stared at this unique couple. Robert put some quarters on the pool table, grabbed a cold one, and ordered Michelle's signature cranberry/bitters/soda cocktail and they sat on bar stools watching the guys play a game as they waited Robert's turn. Rocky was one of the two playing and it was obvious that he'd rather be playing with Michelle than with Jack, his opponent. Every chance he got Rocky made his way over to Michelle and Robert and chatted. A particularly tricky shot offered itself to Rocky and Robert said "You gotta have balls to take that shot on." Rocky responded that he had more than enough and that's when he unzipped his jeans and pulled out both his cock and balls. While he was certainly not wrong in bragging about the contents of his sac, it was his uncut dick that grabbed both Robert's and Michelle's attention. "I tell you what Rocky" Robert said "you make that shot and I'll have Michelle get down on her knees and worship those balls of yours." Michelle winced. She knew exactly what Robert was doing. He was helping her fulfill her fantasy of touching, feeling, tasting an uncut cock. But here? In a bar filled with bikers? In daylight? "You'll do that?" Rocky questioned. Michelle, shocked, just nodded. "But if you miss" Robert added "you buy a round for the bar." With over two hundred in the bar this was no small sum of money, but then Rocky was both more than a little high, and a really good billiards player. "I'll take that bet." While much of the bar had no idea what was going on, the moment that Rocky had pulled his dick and balls out the attention had certainly started to center in his direction. By the time the bet was agreed on, the area around the three involved had gotten quiet. Rocky lined up his shot, there was a stripe between the cue ball and his desired object, the two. The two was the last of his solids to be drained before he could shoot the eight ball and win the game. He walked around the table looking at his opportunity for a bank shot and his dick and balls swayed as he wandered. Michelle was transfixed. Finally he moved over the ball and, raising his stick high in the air, performed a perfect masse spinning the cue ball around the nine ball and into the two which responded by rolling softly into the corner pocket where it landed with a 'clink'. A cheer rose up loudly from everyone watching. "Well honey, I guess you'll have to give praise to the man." Robert smiled. Michelle was stuck in her seat. "Michelle." Michelle got up slowly, reluctantly and knelt down looking up at Rocky who was at the end of the table. "Praise him! Praise him!" a chant went up and beer mugs clinked. Rocky walked to where Michelle was kneeling and stood in front of her. She sat back on her ankles and, her eyes wide open smiled. A step closer and his cock was in her face, touching her nose. Michelle reached up and held it off to one side with her right hand. With her left she gently cradled his unshaven balls. She murmured "These are a pair of the finest nuggets known to the universe... and they deserve to be praised." "LOUDER, we can't hear you!!" someone in the posse yelled. "This pair of gonads, sperm generators, testosterone creators is one in a billion." Michelle's voice rose. "This pair deserves to be coddled." and with that she leaned forward, opened her mouth, and raised her head to let them drop in. Michelle loved the feel of his hairy balls on her tongue, the smell of his crotch in her nose, his hardening dick in her hand. And she was going into her zone. Robert could see it. In fact almost everyone there recognized the change that went over her. It was as if she were having an out of body experience. Sucking on his balls in front of the crowd of bikers they started to cheer her on. She had let go of them with her hand and now reached around Rocky, her fingers nestling into the crack of his hairy ass. With her other hand she was rubbing his cock over her face, back and forth. Michelle opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out reaching behind his sac and touching just barely his puckered sphincter. She was now, officially, gone... Back to the present: Just then, as she slapped her face again with Rocky's dick, she heard somewhere "That's enough. You dogs need to rut outside." and she and Rocky felt the stream of cold water hit them. The bartender, who was used to crude behavior in the Boot Hill Saloon, had grabbed the hose normally used to wash out the floors at 3 in the morning when all the spilt beer and vomit was hosed out of the establishment. He hadn't wanted to do this, enjoying the show as much as everyone else, but couldn't really justify a puddle of piss on the concrete floor. Rocky was quick. As soon as he knew what was happening, he jumped back and was, therefore not too wet. Michelle, on the other hand, was the object of the bartender's joyous spraying. She was soaked before he was done. While he started with her face, he didn't spray her hair preferring instead to aim the stream of water down her chest rendering her white shirt nearly transparent. The crowd of bikers became even more unruly than usual and even started becoming belligerent, not wanting the fun to stop. Some even had their dicks out and were headed toward the center of action. "I think, unless you're ready to pull a train, you need to get out of here." Michelle looked up at Robert inviting his opinion... "I think we'll call it a night." Michelle and I Make Love The finishing touches were almost in place. I looked at the clock -- she would be here in 20 minutes. I was waiting for this last song to download -- Michelle loves Frank Sinatra. As soon as it said "complete," I would add it to the playlist of love songs I had compiled for tonight. Yes, tonight would be special for Michelle and I. We are going to make love for the first time. I had rushed around my house like a maniac, making sure the table settings were just right, making sure the pasta was al dente, making sure I had left no dirty clothes visible on my bedroom floor. Instead of the flannel sheets I usually had on my bed, I went out earlier that week and bought new satin sheets, special for tonight's occasion. I wanted Michelle to remember this for the rest of her life, and I was going all out for her. Oh yes, she is a special one. Time seemed to pass quickly, and only seconds before Michelle knocked on the door had the song finished downloading. Quickly sliding it into the set list, I went downstairs to greet her. As I rounded the corner into the hallway, the first thing to catch my eye was her face. I had never before seen a face so beautiful. Her eyes looked right at me, and judging by her reaction, she was very happy to see me. She smiled very wide, and I saw her perfect white teeth. I smiled back, and my heart leaped. I opened the door for her. "Hey you," she said, grabbing me and pulling me tightly, "I've missed you." "I've missed you too," I responded, leaning forward to kiss her lips. "Here, let me take your coat." Her denim jacket fell off her shoulders and into my hands. Michelle, ever the dresser, was wearing a white dress shirt -- I think she may have stolen it from my clothes hamper when she slept on my couch last week; we were too drunk to make love, so we had to push it back a week. She was in no condition to drive, and we were both in no condition to get naked, so I slept on the couch next to her, holding her tightly. She also wore dress pants and sneakers. After hanging up her jacket, we walked into the living room where Oreo, my dog, came rushing in to greet our visitor. Usually, Oreo doesn't take to strangers well. But with Michelle, he jumps up on her legs, waiting for a pat. She grants him the quick pat on the head and he quickly scurries back into the kitchen. We both laugh as his little body ricochets off the kitchen table legs and a chair before he plunks down by the refrigerator. I look back at her, and as our eyes lock, our giggles cease immediately. We both know why we are here. There is a hunger in both of our eyes that is waiting to be unleashed. I quickly break the contact and I offer her a cold drink. She accepts, and she sits on the couch. As I go back into the kitchen, Oreo pops his head up as I open the fridge -- ever aware of what is going on, that dog. "No, stay down boy. I'm just getting Michelle a drink," I say, and the dog puts his head down as I leave the room with two sodas. I came back into the living room where Michelle was sitting down, nibbling on a carrot stick. For some reason, she doesn't like to eat while I'm around her. She blushes as she notices me staring at her and slides the rest of the carrot stick into her mouth. I sit next to her and I ask her about her day. She sighs before going into a narrative about class and how all the girls are jealous of her because she has an older boyfriend. I listen attentively to every word she says and when she has completed her tale, she leans back and slides into my arms. "God, I've missed these arms," she says, looking up at me. She smiles and I smile back. She asks me about my day, and I tell her the usual banter of the office water cooler and how I won 20 bucks on a scratch ticket. "So what movies did you pick out for tonight?" Michelle asks, ever the thespian. "Well, I thought we'd start off with 'There's Something About Mary', you know how I love comedies," I said. "No, you just like seeing Cameron Diaz in her bra and panties," Michelle quips, and I playfully slap her arm. "No, sweetie. I prefer to see someone a little closer to me in her bra and panties." I reach out to rub the arm I slapped as we kiss. The kiss gets deeper and more passionate. She breaks my mouth by sliding her tongue into mine, searching for my tongue. Our eyes are closed and her hands are on my face, pulling my lips closer to hers. As we break the kiss, she lets out a long breath. "Wow. I knew kissing you is exhausting, but that is ridiculous!" she says, and we both bust out laughing. I had picked out three movies, but it appears if we got through the comedy, I would be amazed. I escorted her into the kitchen where I had been preparing dinner. I decided to try making spaghetti, which believe it or not, I did a fairly good job of doing. Using mom's left over sauce, I made enough for two helpings, along with fresh garlic bread, and a salad. I was surprised to find Michelle's plate was clean after dinner, yet I wasn't surprised to find spaghetti sauce on Oreo's mouth. She had finished the salad though. We retreated back to the living room where I put the movie on. She was laying on the couch, so I jumped behind her and cuddled with her. She tilted her head back and we kissed. I hint of italian seasonings from the salad dressing was on her lips. My hands were around her waist, lightly rubbing her tummy. Her hands were on top of mine, rubbing my forearms. Every so often, we looked at each other and kissed. After doing that for a few minutes, Michelle reached for the remote, stopped the video and turned the television off. "I think I've had enough movies for tonight," she said, a wicked grin crossing her face. She nestled into my body, reaching up to kiss me. We made out for what felt like hours, when she said, "baby, I'm getting warm. Would you mind if I took off my shirt?" Does a blind dog find water every once in a while? I said "go ahead." She stood up and began to unbutton the shirt -- my shirt -- she was wearing. After untucking it and letting it fall to the floor, she was wearing a red lace bra, one that I had bought her for her birthday. And, if I knew Michelle like I thought I knew Michelle, she would be wearing the matching thong panties under her pants. Just looking at her without a shirt on got my cock stirring in my pants. But she didn't take her pants off -- yet. She cuddled back up with me, a little closer this time, if that was possible. We continued our kissing, and she tugged lightly on my polo shirt to untuck it. When it was untucked, I rose off her to pull it off, disheveling my hair slightly. "Damn, I hate it when that happens," I said to her jokingly, and after she laughed, she pulled me down on top of her. We continued our lip lock while her hands were roaming down my back. When they reached my ass, Michelle stopped and kept them there. I pressed my groin up into hers and she could feel my cock, now hard and wanting to come out. "Ohhhhhh, someone's horny," Michelle said, and it definitely was an understatement. "Let's go upstairs so we can get more comfortable." I wasn't going to turn her down, now that we've gotten this far. We turned the light off in the living room and walked through the kitchen to get upstairs. Oreo perked up when we walked past him. "Good night, Oreo," we both chorused together. The dog dropped his head pitifully and continued his slumber as we walked upstairs, me swatting at Michelle's ass, which she was shaking as she was walking. She turned right into my room and the top of the stairs and whistled. "Never thought I'd see the day when this room was clean," she joked before turning around and attempting to kiss me. I stopped her. "Oh, so you think you're funny? Insult my bedroom and you think you can kiss me huh? I'll show you!" I picked Michelle up like a married couple would do as they crossed the threshold and laid her on my bed. She had squealed when I picked her up, but she gave a light "mmmmmmm" as I laid her down. I could tell she liked the satiny softness of the brand new sheets against her skin. I looked at her, wanting to remember what she looked like before we made love to each other. I caught her fragrance. It smelled sweet and divine. I turned to my computer and called up the love song playlist I had put together. The speakers, arranged at the head of the bed, started playing sweet melodies. I crawled in next to her as I looked into her eyes. I touched her cheek. We weren't going to be playful now. We were all business. I whispered "Hi" to her, and she smiled as she said it back. We were nervous, we could tell that, but it was a cute kind of nervous. We had waited for this moment for a few months. We had grown close, we felt connected to each other. Her friends who had talked to me said she told them she got butterflies in her stomach when we were together and when she was preparing for our dates. Her arms were around me, pulling me close to her lips. We took a tentative kiss, then the kiss lingered and grew deeper. Her arms dropped from my neck and she pulled herself up. On her knees, she reached behind her to unhook her bra and as she pulled it off her, her breasts spilled out. She laid back down on her side as I felt her breasts for the first time. That first inquisitive touch excited both of us, her nipples her hard as I brushed my thumb against it. A little "mmmmm" escaped her mouth as I touched her nipple. I bent down and pushed her breast softly up to meet my lips. I kissed her left nipple, then licking it with my velvet-like tongue. I circled the nub and Michelle moaned slightly. I took it between my teeth and her hand went to the back of my head as if not wanting my mouth to leave her chest. I tilted her body slightly so that she was on her back and I climbed on top of her. I supported my weight on my elbows so I wouldn't crush her. I kissed her breast before moving over to the other one, where I repeated the action. Her fingers were dancing through my hair as I was licking her nipple, before I opened my mouth slowly and slipped it in. I started to suck on her and her moans grew. After giving her nipples and breasts attention, I kissed up the breast bone to her neck. Her breathing was coming in short steady gasps, but I knew she was enjoying this. I kissed up her neck until I reached her chin, where she started to arch her back slightly. Two inches later I found her lips, and they met in a passionate collision. Our tongues danced in our mouths. I kissed down her body again, kissing passed her breasts yet taking the opportunity to run my fingers over the peaks, tweaking the nipples. I kissed down her stomach until I reached her khaki dress pants. Looking into her eyes, I smiled as I unbuttoned her pants. Michelle raised her ass off the bed as I pulled her pants down her legs and off her body. I tossed them into a heap on my floor. There she was, the love of my life, laying in my bed wearing only the matching panties to her sexy red bra. She bit on her fingernail as I took in the sight in front of me. Absolutely beautiful. I wanted to make love to her first. I didn't take her panties off yet, I wanted her to beg me to pull them off. I started kissing her foot, kissing her toes, the instep before making the long trip up her leg. I rubbed her feet, using the ball of my hand to press into the instep to relieve any tension she had. Then I kissed her panties, tasting the secretions that were already pooling inside. I could smell her arousal. But it wasn't time for me to get her totally naked. I started the trip down the other leg, repeating the kissing and the foot rub. Michelle was pleading with me to take her panties off so I could lick her. "Baby, please. You're driving me crazy, teasing me. Please take my panties off. Please baby. Lick my pussy. I want you to make me cum. I want you so badly," Michelle panted. She was ready. I slowly slid the panties down her legs, and I peeked into her slit as she spread her legs. She wasn't shy about it, she wanted me to look at her. Her crotch was shaved bare, looking like it had done only hours before she arrived at my house. She was rubbing the outer lips of her labia, looking at me with passion in her beautiful blue eyes. She reached for my hand and I allowed her to take it. Without reservation she placed my hand on top of her pussy. She was taking my hand and rubbing her, letting her clit, erect with excitement, touch my fingers. She moaned as I touched her, and it was then that I realized what she was doing -- she was instructing me. She was teaching me where she wanted to be touched, how she wanted me to please her. I wasn't going to let her down. She continued the lesson, dipping our combined fingers into her pussy. We only put one in per hand, because she was very tight. We both weren't virgins by any means, but we were learning everything that we liked and what the other enjoyed. I quickly found out what she liked. I tried hard not to break eye contact, but I had to see where she wanted me to touch her. We were fingering her and she was loving it. We kissed again, before I broke the kiss to slide down her body. I looked into her eyes as I took the first lick, and her eyes closed briefly as my tongue touched her. I spread the lips with my fingers and I began to kiss her pelvis, and as I was doing that, I was gauging her reaction. She was moaning, her body was writhing on the bed. She was in ecstacy and wasn't going to come down anytime soon. I continued my assault on her sex, licking and sucking on her lips as she was moaning, telling me "yes" when I hit the right spots. She was nearing orgasm, because her fingers were running through my hair. I was wiggling my tongue inside her when she announced to me that she was cumming. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Sean, I'm cumming. Keep licking me, you're licking me soo good." I kept up my oral technique and I was quite proud of myself for making Michelle cum. I crawled back up to her and kissed her softly. She looked into my eyes and said, "I love you." I smiled, yet I was shocked. She had never said that before, and I was hoping it wasn't just words. But from the tone she used and the look she was giving me I knew it wasn't just talk. I caught my breath, stroked her cheek again and whispered, "I love you too Michelle. So very much." We cuddled and caressed each other. Then Michelle took the offensive, kissing my neck, rubbing my chest with her hands, until she dropped her hands to my lap. She caressed my crotch, getting my cock hard. She hadn't felt my cock since we were downstairs on the couch, but I could tell she remembered. She giggled as she touched me, before she slid her hand between my pants and my skin, reaching down to take it into her hand. She kissed me as she stroked me, dragging her fingernails up and down the length of my shaft. She then cupped my balls. She was touching me how I liked to be touched, and I didn't have to instruct her. She knew exactly where to touch me, knew instinctively where the sensitive spots were. She wasn't rough with me, her touches were soft, yet it felt to me as if she was milking me for all I was worth. Soon she was crawling down my body, kissing my chest and licking my nipples. When she got down to my pants, she seductively took my belt off before discarding my pants and boxers. I was naked as she was, and she was doing her best to arouse me more than I had ever been. She gripped my cock, lightly stroking it as she licked it. Soon she was slipping it into her mouth, slowly working her mouth down over the shaft. She was loving me good and I was gripping the sheets as shocks of pleasure were ripping through my body. When I was extremely hard, Michelle climbed on top of me and positioned my cock toward the opening of her wet pussy. She slid down on top of it, her vaginal muscles grasping it, not wanting to let it go. She was very tight and I was loving it. She was going to ride me and she started rocking her body back and forth and up and down, never breaking eye contact as we made love. She bent down to kiss me as our groins rubbed each other, each whispering "I love you" to the other. As she increased her speed on my cock, I caressed her breasts, playing with the nipples. I started to get up and balanced myself on one hand while I gripped her side with the other hand. Michelle's legs snaked around my waist and she began to moan, looking into my eyes. She was reaching orgasm and her muscles were squeezing me, forcing loads of cum to spill inside of her. As my cock erupted, she shuddered, cumming all over me. As we caught our breath, we fell back to the bed, with her on top of me. We were sweaty, but we were together. Michelle and Jack "What the shit happened? You're the IT man and told me this would work and that you could adapt it to fit in with our in-house network. Now, you're telling me that something went wrong and it did and didn't work...just what the hell does that mean??" Bill, the District Supervisor, was down right irate about the whole situation. "Well," Fred kind of stammered. "When you brought the program to me all I had to do was a little tweaking for it to work within our network, but either the complete program wasn't there, or there's more to the trigger phase than we know about. Our test subject did everything exactly as planned, but when it came to that part something didn't take as it was supposed to. Michelle, our test subject fit all the right categories that we had talked about...twenty, great tits and ass, single, attractive but not a head turner, no family anywhere close, and new enough she wouldn't question anything. At first, she took to the subliminal programming like a duck to water and did what she was supposed to do. Bob was her department manager and came to me with any questions that she asked him. Since we had told him she was a test of a new employee retention program. When Bob came to me, and said she had asked him if she had to wear a bra as her nipples were sore and itched when she wore one; I told him to tell her as it was a medical condition, that she didn't have to wear one. Then she was conditioned to only wear skirts and no panties, and that worked like a dream also. A couple of windy days and catching her going up stairs or bent over doing filing showed all of her, even that she was totally shaved like the programming told her to do. Several weeks later as the trigger part was being sent to her .. .something went out the window on us. The initial part worked like it was supposed to...as I could tell her "How nice she looked" and she would unbutton another button, or I could tell her that "You look like you feel good" and she would rub against me and all over me if I didn't stop her. But when the whole trigger was sent on her computer, then it all crashed as far as we could control whatever was going on. I've gone over it about two hundred times and haven't found whatever it is that makes "Horny Jack" (her trigger word) send it all in the dumper as far as her reaction to us." "CRAP...What a waste!!!!!" " Get the whole thing out of our network and save it at home or wherever, and maybe, just maybe we try it again in a couple of years" Bill told Fred as he left and wondered why his buddy in the Military Propaganda Department had raved about this program. * * * * * Michelle was in heaven, she thought, when she moved several states away from her parents in Whachikanuga, Minnesota. She had a good job in the BIG city, and could finally live down her reputation that had started in elementary school. It wasn't her fault that she had dumped a rather large load in her new panties on the first day of school. But from that day, until she had gotten out of town, she was known as "Dirty Michelle". Even her parents had slipped up and called her that several times over the years while she was growing up. Being mean, all the kids she knew had called her that or "DM" every chance they got. She was delirious at first that she had escaped from her past, but years of conditioning are harder to overcome than you would think. With only the scars inside, she had developed into a full 34C, a nice hour glass figure, light brown hair, and a smile for everybody she met. Although she didn't have many friends all through school, she wasn't a loner and even had a boyfriend of sorts who took her to the senior prom. Convincing her parents to let her go was a real hurdle, but she had finally beaten them down and using almost all her savings had moved to Chicago. There was no one back home that she cared to write or call, and had started fresh where nobody would call her "DM" or "Dirty Michelle" ever again. Getting a job as a steno in the secretarial pool had been relatively easy and despite the low pay; it was a fabulous "new" world for her and she had started coming out of her shell. Then after she had been there two months, she began to get strange feelings and lose a few minutes here and there. She wanted to ask some of the other girls if they had the same things happening to them, but really didn't know any of them that well. So finally, almost desperate, she had asked Bob, her department manager about some of the things that were bothering her. He was an older guy who had been with the company a long time, and was so understanding and helpful. She had felt much better and no longer worried about her strange feelings. In the beginning, she would go to work all fresh and eager to input at her computer all day. It seemed that one day her nipples were itching like crazy and just wouldn't stop, even after she rubbed them through her blouse and bra. She noticed several of the other girls looking at her oddly, and once she had gone to the ladies room and took off her bra...it stopped. After this had happened for about a week, she had to ask Bob, if it was okay for her to go without a bra. He had been most kind and understanding about it, and even some of the other girls acted friendlier to her. A week or two later, the same itching would start whenever she put on a bra, so she quit even trying to wear one. Then, on a whim, she was wearing skirts all the time and hemmed them up fairly short as it was the style she saw and felt most comfortable wearing. Thinking she was adjusting and fitting into the "city" ways, she shaved her pussy completely, and felt so good and almost evil about doing it. Once her pussy began the itching from panties, she hadn't even asked if she could skip wearing them and just went without. "Commando" was the term she had heard on a TV show that she had watched late one night, and she smiled when she thought of herself as the "Commando Girl" now. Whatever was affecting her, also extended into her attitude and demeanor around old "Weird Fred", the IT guy. If he stopped to talk with her in the coffee room or on break outside, she would almost always wind up undoing another button on her dress or blouse, and would even rub up against him. The other girls would claim he was a pervert and to stay away from him, but something made her act funny around him. However, once he had started trying to talk with her after work; he would say something that seem to spook her and she almost ran from him. * * * * * Several weeks earlier she had bumped into an old friend from high school while she was grocery shopping one day. It was a total shock to meet up with the guy who had taken her to the prom, much less even meet anyone from her home town. But it was him, and they began seeing each other again and it was better than anything she could imagine. Jack had been her sort of boyfriend all through school and now he was all she could think of constantly...and NOW...after all these years, she knew why he had the nickname of "HORNY JACK". As for Jack, he knew he had moved and gone to heaven. Michelle and Jimmy I couldn't say that I wasn't warned. I had been and rather forcefully. "No!" Brian had said to me, "I will not be your best man, I will not be a party to the biggest mistake of your life." "It isn't a mistake Brian. I love her and she loves me." "She also loves cock Jimmy. You know her track record. She has been a cock hungry slut since the ninth grade and it never changed all the way through high school and the first three years of college." "I know that Brian, but that was all before we fell in love. I'm not going to the marriage bed a virgin. What happened before I proposed to her is in the past." "To you maybe Jimmy, but Mickey is never going to be a one man woman. Somewhere along the way she will gut you like a fish and leave you bleeding. It is her nature Jimmy, no one man is ever going to be enough for her. I won't stand there next to you and smile knowing what is going to happen. And happen it will Jimmy, maybe not right away, but it will happen." ++++++ I knew better of course. Michelle and I were deeply in love and I knew with all my heart and soul that when we took our wedding vows we would live happily ever after. It hurt me that my closest friend, my best buddy since the third grade, would not only not be my best man, but wouldn't even come to the wedding and the reception. Of course Michelle commented on it and in keeping with my promise to myself to always be honest with my wife I told her why. I had expected her to be pissed and say a few unkind words about Brian, but she didn't. She just looked at me and said: "He's wrong Jimmy, you do know that don't you? You are my life and you always will be." I did know that. ++++++ I knew what she had been like before we got together, how could I not? She lived two doors down from me and we had been classmates from the fifth grade all the way through high school. I was at a party after the senior prom where she had taken on seven of our classmates. I'd been in the car next to her at the drive in movie when she and Steve had climbed into the back seat and the car started rocking. Ten minutes later Steve had gotten in the front and Ted had gotten in back with her and the car bounced some more. I had been on the roof of our house installing a motorized TV antenna and had looked down into her backyard and had seen her on her knees sucking Mark's cock while Ben fucked her from behind. I knew what she was before she started going steady with me, but none of that mattered once she committed to me any more than Donna, Maria, Sue, Abby, Bonnie, Sarah or Nancy mattered to Michelle once I committed to her. You might ask why, given our close proximity to each other and given the way she was, that I had never been one of her lovers and that we had never even dated before halfway through our junior year in college. The simple fact is that I was insecure where Michelle was concerned. She as just so beautiful, outgoing and fun loving and I was such a nobody that she intimidated me. Maybe intimidated is not the right word to use. Maybe not intimidated as much as afraid of rejection. I know, I know, that sounds stupid seeing that I had so many girlfriends, but it was the truth. It didn't matter how many girls I took to bed, they weren't Michelle. I had been in love with Michelle since she was twelve and my mind set was that if I asked her for a date and she turned me down all hope was lost. If I never got turned down there was always the chance "that someday maybe..." Dumb, but people in love are not always thinking at their swiftest. I might have been fifty and still thinking "someday maybe" if one night at a party Michelle hadn't come up to me and said: "Can I ask you something Jimmy?" "Sure Mickey." "Are you ever going to ask me out?" I was caught flat-footed and didn't know what to say. I just stood there speechless. "Come on Jimmy, you've known me forever, long enough to call me Mickey and I don't let just anybody do that. It isn't a hard question. Are you ever going to ask me for a date? Come on Jimmy, I'm waiting." "Give me a second here. I'm trying to sort this out in my mind." "What's to sort out?" "I'm trying to figure out why you are over here asking me a question like that while your date is over by the beer keg watching us." "My date has nothing to do with this. We have known each other for over twelve years, we've seen each other almost every day of those twelve years and I've seen the way you look at me. I've always wondered why you have never asked me for a date and tonight I decided that I had to ask." I did what any red-blooded American boy would do in a situation like that - I lied. "I've never asked because the timing was never right. When I wasn't going with some girl you were always with some guy. When you weren't seeing some guy I was with some girl. Tonight is a good example. I broke up with Amy last week and I'm here tonight stag, but you are here with a boyfriend." "He isn't a boyfriend, he is just a date. He brought me so I will leave with him, but I won't say yes to another date with him and that means I'm looking at a dateless weekend unless...." I can be a little slow sometimes, but I try not to be hopelessly stupid so I asked, "Would you like to take in a movie with me Friday night?" "I'd love to." And that started it. Half a dozen dates led to us going steady. One day while strolling through the mall with Mickey she stopped at a jewelry store and stood there looking in the window at the wedding and engagement rings on display. She didn't say anything, but she kept looking at me and then back at the display. I knew what the unspoken question was, but I didn't say a word. Later that night as we were having dinner at Carl's Chop House Mickey asked me what my intentions were. "Are you ever going to take us any farther than we are now?" It was truth time so I said, "I hadn't much thought about it." "Why not?" "Because I'm not sure going any farther is a good idea." "You know that you are going to have to spell that out for me Jimmy." There wasn't anyway out except to put it out into the daylight so I took a deep breath and said: "I've known you since you were eight years old Mickey, and being in the same grade with you all the way through school has let me see you as you are. I've watched you take on multiple partners at the drive in and I've seen at least one of your gangbangs - the one at the senior prom - and I've seen you in action a couple of other times. I don't think you are capable of being a one man woman." "So what you are saying is that I'm a cock crazy whore?" "No, I'm not saying anything bad about you here Mickey, I'm just stating that I believe you have a sexual appetite that no one man can satisfy. That doesn't make you bad, just not a good candidate for being a faithful wife. Just on your past track record the odds are that down the road you will take on another playmate to satisfy you sexually and I'm just not a sharing kind of guy." "So what you are saying is that it is a given that I'll cheat on you if we were to get married." "Again, based on your past track record I'd say hat the odds are good that you would." She looked at me without saying anything for almost a minute and then she used her napkin to wipe her mouth, tossed it down on the table and said: "Take me home please." When we got to her place I walked her to the door and without turning to look at me she put her key in the door, opened it and said, "Goodbye Jimmy" and went inside and closed the door. Goodbye, not goodnight. I walked back to my car knowing that I had lost something very dear to me. +++++ I called Michelle the next morning and she said, "We have nothing to say to each other Jimmy, please don't call again." I called her next day and then every day for two weeks and as soon as she heard my voice she would hang up on me. After two weeks I finally accepted it and stopped calling. She wouldn't talk to me, but that didn't mean that I couldn't see her. Hardly a day went by on campus that I didn't see her. I would see her for sure every Monday and Thursday because we were both in Professor Bradley's 10 AM Poli Sci class and Tuesdays and Fridays we both had Rossman's 9:15 AM Managerial Economics. I saw her at the bookstore, in the cafeteria at the Student Union and just walking across the campus and the one constant was that she would never acknowledge me. If she saw me she would turn her head away and if I were bold enough to say "Good morning" or "Good afternoon" she ignored me. Things went on that way until the end of the term and then it was summer break. I signed up for summer classes so the last half of my senior year would be light. Mickey didn't take any summer classes, but that didn't mean that I didn't see her. She still lived two doors down from me and it was impossible not to see her from time to time. When the fall term started we found that we were in Martindale's 10 AM Statistical Analysis and before the day was over Mickey had dropped the class. Didn't matter, I still saw here everywhere I went on the campus. I saw her everyday and it hurt like hell. I had been in love with her for years and I finally had her and then I blew it. I cursed myself for not finding some way to keep us together instead of telling her what drove us apart. I saw her every day and I was so busy wallowing in self-pity that I hadn't noticed it was not the same Michelle that I was seeing. The old Michelle never went anywhere that she didn't have two or three guys hovering around her like bees hovering around a pollen-laden flower. The Michelle I was seeing around campus was alone - always alone. But then so was I. I hadn't dated once since the night Michelle told me goodbye. I had buried myself in classes and homework. +++++ It was the week before spring break and I was sitting at a table in the Student Union when Michelle pulled out a chair and sat down across from me. We looked at each other without speaking for several moments and then she said: "I love you Jimmy. I love you and not being with you is killing me. I don't know how I can convince you that you are wrong about what will happen if you marry me, but I haven't dated anyone since our last date and I haven't wanted to be with anyone. I need you Jimmy, I desperately need you." She wiped a tear from her cheek and seeing her that way and knowing I was responsible broke my heart. I reached across the table and took her hand: "My life hasn't been worth shit without you in it Mickey. I'd rather take a chance on what might happen down the line than go another day without you." She wiped the tears away and grinned at me and said, "Want to skip classes for the rest of the day?" The next day we picked out the ring and turned the parents loose on planning the wedding. ++++++ With the exception of Brian not being there the wedding and reception were joyous affairs. Mickey and I went to Aruba on our honeymoon and it was on the honeymoon that I found out something about my new bride that I had never known. Michelle was an exhibitionist and a terrible tease. We made love out on the balcony of our room where we could have been (and probably were) seen by anyone on the surrounding balconies. One night while walking on the beach Mickey pulled me down behind a beached boat and gave me a blow job where anyone walking by could have seen it. She took my cock out and played with it in taxicabs, all the while looking in the rear view mirror to see if the driver was watching. A room service waiter got to "accidentally" see her naked when her robe "accidentally" fell open. She wore short skirts and then sat in restaurants in a way that anyone who cared to look would see that she wasn't wearing any panties. She wore low cut blouses without a bra and would bend down to let some guy look down her blouse and when the guy got a hard on she would nudge me, point him out and say: "I think he wants me. What do you think?" I didn't care. It was her honeymoon and she was having fun and God knows she was keeping me happy. She did her best every night to fuck my brains out and I was almost relieved when the honeymoon ended and we flew back home. +++++ We had both graduated four months before the wedding and had both found entry-level jobs in our chosen fields and we set out to try to climb the corporate ladder. Four years went by and subtle changes began to occur. Mickey had moved up to department manager and she started stopping after work with the people from her office for a drink or three. Those nights with her co-workers got later and later and on some of the nights she would be stopping she would wear something low-cut and with some sexy lingerie under it. When I asked her about it all she said was: "You know me sweetie. Just kidding around, teasing and having some harmless fun." I didn't dwell on it because I was busy with my own career. It is a given that if you want to move up you have to work longer and harder than the next guy (unless you are one of the bosses relatives) and I was putting in some long, hard hours. It was paying off and I had been promoted to regional manager. The job entailed some travel, but not a lot, maybe five days a month. It was on my second trip out of town. It was only going to be and overnight and as I was packing I asked Michelle what she would be doing while I was gone. "Probably just curl up on the couch with a good book." I kissed her goodbye and left. That night I called home at seven and got no answer. I didn't get an answer at eight-thirty or on my last try at ten-fifteen. When I called the next morning and asked her why she hadn't answered the phone. "I decided that I didn't want to go home to an empty house so I stopped for drinks with some of the girls from the office." "What time did you get home?" "I don't honestly know. I was so whipped when I got here I just fell into bed. I think it was around nine or so. Hurry home sweetie, I'm horny as hell." A couple of months went by and it seemed like three out of every five times I called home while on a trip there was no answer and it was always because she said she didn't want to go home to an empty house so she stopped after work with the girls. Another month went by and Mickey got promoted to Manager of Human Resources and in her new job she had to do some traveling. It was a Saturday morning. Mickey had just returned from a four-day trip to Atlanta the previous day and she had been super horny and she had worn me out. She was still asleep when I got up and I decided to see if I couldn't make her weekend a little easier on her. I went to the laundry room and started loading the washer. There was a plastic bag with all the dirty clothes from Mickey's trip in it and I dumped it out and began sorting through it and throwing things in the washer. There were two dirty sets of bra and panties - very, very sexy bras and panties. I stood there holding the black lacy thong in my hand and wondered. ++++++ It was the clich‚ of all cliche's. Home a day early from a business trip. Walking up to the bedroom door and seeing what you hoped you would never see. Her legs were up on his shoulders; her nails were digging into his back as she screamed: "Fuck me, fuck me hard baby. Oh God, so good, so good, make me cum baby, make me cum. Hard baby, fuck me hard." He slammed herd into her and grunted, "Here it comes you tight assed married whore. I'm gonna fill your cunt your cunt and then I'm gonna fuck your tight ass." "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!" she cried and then she saw the tearing eyes watching from the doorway. "Oh my God no!" she wailed as she tried to get out from under him. Pushing at his chest and yelling, "Get off me, get off me damn it." Confused he turned and looked where she was looking, his eyes got big and the color drained from his face as he saw Michelle and then the screaming started. "God damn you Jimmy, how could you. In my house and on my bed. How could you! I hope the whore gives you AIDs" she screamed as she turned and ran from the room, the house and my life. Brian had been right. Getting married had been the biggest mistake of my life. Michelle and Lili Whilst on holiday this year, my wife and I were camping in Spain at a Naturist Camping Site. Next to us, on the camp site, was a French caravan, and I noticed it was occupied by a youngish couple and (presumably) their daughter. Michelle (as I heard them call her) was, I would say, about nineteen, although her mother did not look a day over thirty, yet must have been going on for forty. It was after I had been in the Jacuzzi that I noticed the relationship between father and daughter for the first time. The Jacuzzi was very close to the swimming pool, but was also secluded, and out of bounds to juveniles below the age of fourteen. (To stop them playing there, I suppose). I had just clambered in and was sitting down to enjoy the swirling water when Michelle's mother appeared. I had already met her once that day, though. We had been queueing for bread at the camp shop that morning, and I was behind her. We were both stark naked being in a naturist camp site, naturally. It was when a woman had to ask the queue to let her through for something that Lili (as I later discovered her name to be) stepped backwards and her bare bottom brushed against my limp cock. To my surprise (and delight) she did not move away as quickly as one might have expected, but turned her head round (still in contact, bottom and cock) and smiled as she slowly and gently moved her bottom, causing stirring sensations to begin to rise in me. Luckily I had a shopping bag with me, and as she finally moved away I was able to hide my start of an erection for a short time until I could "think of England" and avoid an embarrassing situation in public. Now, as she also started to seat herself in the Jacuzzi she once more smiled, and in fairly good English said something about her hoping she had not embarrassed me that morning. She was pointedly staring at my limp cock again by now, and I, in turn, made a point of letting her see that I was just as eagerly eyeing her smooth pussy, well displayed as she had opened her legs, although I was looking at it through swirling water. The cold water, though, helped me keep my composure, and we chatted for a while, although making no bones about deliberately staring at each other's genitals. As the time ran out on the time switch, we both rose to go to the swimming pool, and as we were clambering out Michelle and her father appeared. Naturally we all four began to chat, not about anything in particular, but Pierre (her father) and Michelle stepped into the Jacuzzi. But whereas Lili and I had been seated facing one another, Pierre sat down and Michelle then sat in front of him between his parted thighs, snuggling up to him, as if sitting on his lap, and both of them facing us. It was then I noticed that Michelle had placed both hands behind her back, and that Pierre's hands were actually on Michelle's thighs, parting them to allow her pink pussy to be seen by both her mother and me. I felt a little intrusive at this, and turned to leave, Lili coming with me, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Michelle twisting her head round to meet her father in a kiss, as his hands blatantly slid upwards to play with her already well-formed breasts. Lili and I had a swim, and occasionally we met, and each time she "accidentally" made sure that we made some kind of physical contact, the climax being when I was about to climb up the ladder to come out and she (with a huge grin) swam in front of me to clamber up the ladder first, lingering as she placed one leg onto the side of the pool, and leaving the other one on the top step so that I was actually gazing right up at her pussy. It was a good thing that I was still in the water beneath, or my erection would have really been on full show for everyone around. As it was, the colder water helped keep me from making an exhibition of myself. I knew that she was being deliberate, but my wife was also around, and I was not able, therefore, to attempt to chat up a woman who was making such obvious sexual advances. I thought at the time that she was doing this deliberately because my wife was around. Anyway, one day my wife had gone out shopping with the car, and I was sitting outside my caravan, fully nude of course, and ogling the daughter of our adjacent neighbour. As I said, she was around nineteen years old, breasts nicely swollen, and without a shred of pubic hair. I had ogled her a few times during the past few days, and had chatted with both her and her parents from time to time. She was sitting facing me, quite nonchalantly, as nudists do, with no inhibitions whatsoever as to being seen, and her legs were parted slightly so as to give me the hint of what I might see should she part them more. She was French, but spoke very little English, while I spoke even less French. But I must have been staring sufficiently for her to notice, for she suddenly called out (and luckily there was no-one else around to have heard her) "Monsieur, tes yeaux sont grandes" (Your eyes are big). I realised that she was smiling as she was looking straight into my eyes and reading the lust which was beginning to show. "Est-ce que vos yeux regardent les jambes?" (Are you looking at my legs?) And with that she smiled again and slowly parted her knees more, revealing more of her camel-toe lips, my response being to begin to stiffen. She then stood up, and came up to me. "Monsieur, where is your wife?" I told her that she had gone shopping, whereupon she sat alongside me, then deliberately and pointedly looked down at my rising erection, saying something (I cannot remember her exact words, but the meaning was clear) about hiding my state of arousal by going inside my caravan. In fact, she led the way, and promptly sat down on one of the seats, at the same time bringing both her feet onto the seat as well, so that she was now facing me, knees almost up to her chin, revealing her pink and adolescent pussy to its full. Most teenagers on these sites are a little shy and reticent about showing too much, but Michelle seemed to be the very opposite. "J'adore tous les hommes," she said, laughing as she glued her eyes to my now quite stiff erection. "Et j'adore les queues!" And with that she actually parted her knees even more! I was glued to the view, but she said something which I could not understand, as my French did not go so far. When I intimated that I did not understand her, she leaned forwards, knelt down on the floor in front of me, and just grabbed my dick and pulled it right into her mouth. She had been asking (I presume) whether or not I wanted a blow-job! For the next minute or so I really enjoyed the sensation as she slowly sucked, tongued the end, and used her mouth on me. Before I was even ready for cumming, though, she just as suddenly stopped, raised herself up and kissed me, using her tongue against mine, and at the same time taking my hand and placing it squarely over her wet pussy. My finger pushed its way inside her hole, which, although fairly tight, nevertheless revealed the fact that she was no longer a virgin. As I took it out again, though, covered in a thin layer of her juice, I was about to take it to my mouth when she forestalled me, grasped my hand, and put it to her own! Then once again she took me into her mouth, and I managed to twist ourselves around so that we were finally in a classic "69" position (My favourite). Her pussy was sweet and soft, and we had just begun our mutual licking when we heard her father calling her from outside his own caravan. Quickly we broke away, and she came out with a word I did understand - "Merde!" Next second she was standing in the doorway to my caravan, and (I gathered) explaining to her father that she had been stumped for a word in English, and that I had invited her into my caravan to find a dictionary. However, he seemed quite happy with the explanation, and saying to me that he hoped that she had not been intruding on me in any way! In his fairly good English he said that she was sometimes a little naughty, and did not seem to respect other people's privacy at times. I assured him that she had not invaded my privacy - in fact, I had been pleased with her company! Early the following evening, though, the day before they left, I was intrigued to see her lying on her side, on an air-bed outside their caravan, her father lying alongside her, her with his arm around her and stroking just below her immature breast, whilst her own hand was behind her, between them, and in such a place she could only have been fondling his dick, although, owing to the position they were in, both it and her hand were hidden. Although I waited and watched I was unable to see them get up and move as my wife called me inside for something or other. When I next looked they had both gone inside again, and his wife had taken their air-bed instead. If only I could have been a fly on the wall of their caravan - I could only guess as to what was taking place in there! Later in the day I was sitting outside my caravan, reading, and lounging in the hot Spanish sun. I noticed Michelle and her father come out of the caravan, holding hand in hand, and with a towel each, so I presumed that they were off to the jacuzzi or the pool again. A minute or so later Lili appeared and went to the washing line behind their caravan, and began to peg out a couple of towels and a t-shirt. Then she picked up a very tiny scrap of nylon, and deliberately, facing me, held it out between her hands for me to see it was actually a thong, with the absolute minimum of material, mainly a minuscule triangle not more than two or three inches long and less than an inch wide. She smiled at me as she said, "Michelle!", and then held them to her naked and smoothly shaven pussy to show me how much they did not hide! "Pierre buys them for her," she told me. "He likes to see her in them just before she goes out on a – what do you call it - a date? And he always looks again when she returns. But sometimes she laughs at him, because they are in her sac."(Handbag) "But she put them on this morning just to tease him," Lili laughed. "She told him that if he wanted to look at her "con" he would have to take them off her! So he did. And now I have had to wash them, because they made them wet." I was becoming more intrigued with Lili, who seemed to have no inhibitions whatsoever, what with her display this morning, and her speaking to me about such intimate matters just now. Then, to my welcome surprise, she came across to where I was sitting, and sat down facing me on one of the other chairs. Luckily my wife had gone to the pool to sunbathe, and so I was able to be more open with Lili, but, before I could speak, she slid her chair alongside mine, and before I knew what was happening she had swiftly closed her hand over my soft dick. As it began to respond and started to stiffen for her she coyly said, "Have you ever wished to see inside a French caravan?" What an invitation. It was obvious that she wanted to be fucked, and I was right in the mood for complying. She did not wait for an answer, but stood up and crossed into her own caravan, quickly followed by me, a little hastily so as not to reveal to the rest of the cap site my already growing erection. A double bed was made up at one end, and she was already seated on it when I entered. "Are French caravan beds as soft as English ones?" she asked me, patting the bed at her side. As I sat down she said, "We just have the one bed this time. We all sleep in here, with Pierre in the middle. Michelle and I can then take turns with him." But then her face came towards mine, obviously expecting a kiss, and she was not disappointed. But as we kissed (and naturally it was a "French" kiss), she took my hand to place it squarely on her already dampening pussy. Then, as we momentarily broke contact with our mouths, she said, "Please. I wish to make love. Pierre did not touch me at all last night - he was too busy with Michelle. And now I want a man, non?" Scarcely had she spoken than she had pulled me onto her and we were going at it hammer and tongs. Eventually, though, with an exhilarating effort we both climaxed, and I rolled off her panting. "Does your wife exchange, too?" she asked me, but I had to tell her that she did not swing at all. "Never mind," she said. "Ca ne faire rien. You will always be welcome any time. But not with Michelle - she is too young for you. Her father is younger than you, and is teaching her how to behave with the boys. And he is a good teacher. But you may look - she will not mind!" Just then I heard my wife calling for me. She had returned from the pool for a cup of tea, and was wondering where I was. Luckily my erection had mainly subsided again by now, and I was able to face her, a minute or so later, trying to appear so innocent. It was probably an hour or two later, when my wife had returned to the pool and I was ostensibly making a small repair to the caravan. As soon as she had gone, though, Lili made no more ado about coming to see me and brazenly walked right up to me and kissed me, naked though we both were. "Ma cher," she said. "Do you really wish to see Michelle? She's in our caravan now, and with Pierre. I have asked Pierre, and he says he does not mind if you wish to watch him give Michelle her lesson, although she has had so many lessons that way she does not need any more. But she enjoys it, and so does Pierre." Without waiting for my answer she took my hand and guided me into their van, where Pierre was lying flat on the bed, and Michelle, her buttocks towards us with legs wide apart, was "blowing" him for all she was worth! In this position her sweet teenage pussy was in full view, and I was just a little surprised when Lili actually moved forwards and stroked it for her! And I was equally surprised when she made a show of licking the juices off her fingers! But then she turned to me again, as she said, "But not you. As I say, she is too young for you." Instead she took hold of my rigid erection, saying "Should I show her how it should be done, mon cher," and before I knew what was happening she had sunk to her knees and was engulfing my pulsing penis right inside her mouth. It took very little effort on her part, though, and I was cumming, as she frantically swallowed every single drop. My eyes kept on glancing towards Michelle, and soon I could see that she, too, was taking in her share of protein! Then, to may extra astonishment, as soon as she had finished Michelle turned away from Pierre, made towards her mother, and the two of them began to kiss, their tongues visibly vying for the cum from the other's mouth! Finally they broke contact, and Lili once more turned to me as she offered her mouth to me for a kiss. But I could hear my wife calling for me, and had to leave the scene, making the excuse when I reached her that I had been to return a borrowed spanner from Pierre. It was on the following day, though, that their holiday came to an end, and they moved away, leaving me wishing I had tried to get to know them earlier. But who knows - perhaps next year? After all, the majority of campers there return year after year. Michelle and Lili Again After the couple of days we had had with our new friends, - Jeff, Andy, Linda and Sue – (who, incidentally, had invited us to stay with them some time at one of their houses) plus our "older" friends, Mandy and Charles, Tricia and I felt a little exhausted, but we knew that a night's sleep would do wonders towards our recovery. We stayed at a municipal camping site overnight, and decided to sleep in separate bunks so as to recover more quickly, for who knows what was to come? Next day we were able to arrive earlier than had been intended, and both refreshed and somewhat recovered we looked for our usual pitch, hoping that it had not been taken. We were in luck – it had not, and was standing invitingly as if the actual pitch itself would be pleased to see us. But what pleased me even more was to see, on the very next pitch, as they had done last year, the French caravan belonging to Pierre, Lili, and (of course) their daughter Michelle. I had already told Tricia about Michelle, as readers of my last story about Mandy will know, so when I told her that the next pitch was taken by Pierre, Lili and Michelle she could hardly contain herself, wanting to meet them as soon as possible, which she did. We had hardly unhitched, gone inside to strip off so that we would blend in with the rest of the naturists on the site, than we took out the awning to erect and to attach to the caravan,but as we took it out of the car there came a sudden "'Allo!" from the next caravan, and Pierre came running out, naked, naturally, as this was a nudist site. "Mel!" he shouted, running with his arms outstretched, and then calling to whoever was inside his caravan that Mel was here again. Immediately Lili came running out, followed by Michelle, plus another girl of around the same age, and a boy who seemed presumably to be her twin. Quickly I introduced Tricia, pointedly telling them that Tricia only knew them from what I had told them but saying that she knew how friendly we had become last year, right to the last detail. Michelle now told us that she had been concentrating on learning English for the past year, as she felt that she had not been able to speak enough last year, and came up to me and openly kissed me, while one of her hands surreptitiously crept between us to fondle my limp penis. Lili and Pierre looked on with amusement at this, and Tricia seemed to be amused as well. So, on my introducing her, she copied Michelle's movements with Pierre, her hand sneakily fondling his thick protrusion, while Lili and Michelle both silently laughed. As is the custom amongst the French, though, I also had to embrace as well as shake hands with Pierre, who then introduced us to his nephew Didier, or Didi for short, and his niece Josephine, or Fifi for short. He explained that they were twins, and I was delighted to find, on my kissing Fifi on both cheeks, that she was cheekily rubbing her breasts against my naked chest! Then, in only a slightly accented English she murmured into my ear, "You will find me as enjoyable as you did Michelle, ma cher." Anyway, niceties and introductions over, we all set to, and soon the awning was tightly secured, and we were able to take a rest. "You would like a drink?" asked Pierre, indicating that we should join him and his family in their own awning. We agreed, and Tricia and I followed him inside, where, to our amusement, Michelle was sitting back on a lounger chair, and Jules was sitting on her lap, facing away from her. Sitting opposite them were Lili and Fifi, similarly positioned except that Fifi was sitting on Lili's lap. But what took our attention was the fact that Michelle's hands were round Jules's now erect cock, and she was pumping him quite strongly. Lili's and Fifi's eyes were intently fixed on the scene before them, although Lili's own hands were toying with Fifi's pussy, as she sat with legs splayed out Suddenly Jules cried out in French, "Je viens! Je viens!", whereupon Fifi jumped up and in a trice had fastened her mouth over his elongated tool, where it was obvious she was taking in his cum as he convulsed in his throes of ejaculation. As soon as he seemed to have subsided, though, Fifi, her cheeks bulging as if she was retaining all the fluid in her mouth and not swallowing it, put her mouth to that of Michelle, where she obviously began to take in some of it from Fifi. But then Lili ran over to them and began to openly kiss Michelle, evidently taking her share of his cum, just as Fifi presented her own mouth, still with its contents, to Didi for him to taste, too! Tricia was entranced! She has stood quite still during all the above action, but now she, too, was goaded into action as she dropped down in front of me and started to give me one of the most frantic blow-jobs she had ever given me, using her hand forcibly to speed up my ejaculating. I was half there already, though, after witnessing the wonderful scene so enacted fore us, and soon I was spurting into Tricia's eager mouth, which she allowed to fall open for the others to watch. And no sooner had I finished than Lili dropped to her knees in front of me to finish off whatever might have remained on my cock after Tricia had drained as much as she could. I forget who was kissing whom after that, but I do know that each of them had a share. So, when Pierre appeared out of the inside of his caravan, holding a tray of drinks, they were most welcome. Appetites temporarily fulfilled, we sat and chatted for a while, as Didi and I recovered from our efforts. It was natural, too, I suppose, that we all sat together for a meal later on, as Lili fed us all with a delightful salad. The meal over, we naturally sat around, sipping wine, swapping stories, and I was amazed at how much Michelle's English had improved during the last twelve months, so much so that whenever Pierre or Lili was hesitant for a word she immediately came out with the correct one. Night fell, though, faster than it does at home where we were used to longer twilights, and although we continued drinking, we were gradually pairing off in a way. For instance, Tricia gravitated towards Pierre, and Didi and his Aunt Lili were sitting extremely closely together, their arms straying towards the other's more sensitive areas. I found myself between Michelle and Fifi, two nineteen-year olds with more than just a brazen outlook. As the evening wore on, though, and the drinking began to take more effect, Lili discreetly pulled the awning window curtain across so that we were now virtually unseen from outside. None of us, though, had any inhibitions whatsoever, and fondling continuously took place, with no restrictions as to the participants. But then Fifi whispered, or rather spoke in a loud whisper, that it was time we were all going to bed, and that she and Michelle would be more than happy to keep me warm! Didi and Lili were already engrossed in foreplay, and Pierre and Tricia seemed oblivious to everyone, as they embraced and groped. So, without causing a disturbance whatsoever, we all three quietly left and into my caravan, where we immediately fell onto the previously made-up bed. I was unable to count the number of times we dropped off to sleep, to be awakened soon afterwards by one or the other or all three of us making violent love, and more than once I awoke to find the two girls performing in "sixty-nine"! Next morning, though we all seemed to sober up and realise that we had some chores which were necessary, so we mutually and automatically set to, making up the beds, going to the shop for bread rolls, and generally tidying the place to make it look a little more respectable. But, later on, the weather began to heat up again, so what was more natural than we all go to the swimming pool. As we went, memories came flooding back to me of the previous year, when I had first more or less met Lili at the Jacuzzi and then the pool. This memory was especially recalled when the first tow into the Jacuzzi were Pierre and Michelle, repeating their last year's position. In other words, Pierre sat down on the sunken ledge and Michelle immediately sat on his lap, her hands behind her and, in spite of it being a public place, presumably cupping his cock and balls. This seemed even more likely when his hands firstly cupped her firm breasts, rolling each nipple in turn, before sliding down and placing them between her accommodating thighs before she gently closed them to trap his hands as they explored her soft pussy. But, to my surprise, but also delight, Lili sat down and repeated Pierre's actions but not with Didi – but with Tricia! Didi, instead, was copying them with his twin sister, Fifi, who was less inhibited in spite of the public area by spreading her legs wider to openly expose Didi's fingers exploring her intimate regions. I was on my own, temporarily, but did not mind, as I had brought my digital camera with me, and now proceeded to take snapshots of all of them in turn. Unfortunately for me, though, this started to turn me on and soon I found that I was compelled to enter the water in order to disguise my stiffening erection. Luckily for us all, though, no-one else seemed to be around, although we could hear quite a few people chattering round the poolside area, separated from us, providentially, by a fairly thick hedge. But all good things come to an end, and so when we heard voices approaching that was sufficient notice for us all, and quickly we assumed conventional positions, appearing to the newcomers as just a family group enjoying the Jacuzzi. As these others entered the water, though, Lili and Tricia clambered out and walked towards the main pool just down the path. A few seconds later Pierre and Michelle did likewise, Pierre saying to me that they were going for a swim, and would I like to join them. Actually we all made for the pool, and once again I was able to have a replay of last year, when Lili swam over to me, and told me to stand by the step-ladder as she was about to climb out. Knowing what she had in mind I swam to the side of the step-ladder and gazed intentionally as Lili put her feet on the rungs and slowly climbed out, deliberately lingering between each step to display her enticing pussy in all its glory to my eager eyes. But scarcely had she got out of the water, then I felt a nudge and a voice saying "Pardonnez-moi, s'il vous plait", and Fifi pushed past and repeated Lili's method of leaving the water, but she finished by actually sitting on the side of the pool, her feet touching the water, her legs slightly splayed out so that her pussy was revealed sufficiently to anyone just in front of and below her, which I was. I continued to gaze at this wonderful sight until I was interrupted once again by another voice as Michelle, too, decided to copy her mother and her cousin, by exposing themselves so plainly to me. By now I had been joined by Pierre and Didi, and we all three were thoroughly enjoying the scenes being displayed for our benefit. Finally Tricia, who had been hovering close by, pushed between us and said, "Now it is my turn." And she, too, started to clamber out, except that in her case she reached the top, and leaving one foot on the top step she placed the other one as far away as she could to really open up her lips, as she slowly bent both knees and lowered herself towards us. She remained in that position for a few seconds as her swollen hole pulsed, opening and closing in her excitement at really being so able to display herself so much in public. Then once again everyone played in the water, and we all fooled around for a while, touching one another especially when we were able to do so un-noticed by others in the pool. But eventually we decided to sunbathe for a while, and lying on the sunbeds all four girls lay in such a way as to appear quite unconcerned about what they might be showing, but actually trying to show as much as decency (if there is such a thing in a nudist site) would allow. We three men, though, had to lie face down in order to maintain our own decency, as each of us was sporting at least half an erection, thanks to our partners. Soon, though, and all too soon, it was time to call it a day, as we returned to our caravans in order to prepare evening meals. Again we joined together, and the four 'girls' cooperated in preparing another delightful salad for all of us. After that it was natural to repeat the previous evening's activities, and I lost count of how many times I fucked and licked until I was too exhausted to perform any more. And I had dried up, too, as far as my cum was concerned. Sore, yet contented, we all more or less slept where we were, in caravan or awning, as it was such a warm night. But next morning came the crunch – it was time to say goodbye to Pierre and his family once again. They had to leave fairly early to make the journey home before nightfall. This time, though, we exchanged e-mail addresses, telephone numbers, and addresses before we said goodbye. As Shakespeare once said, "Parting is such sweet sorrow." And it was. But we have decided that next year we will try to time our holidays so that we are staying on the same site but at more or less the same time, instead of last year and this present year when we just overlapped. For Tricia and me, though, there was one consolation – Mandy and Charles were due to arrive later that day, although late in the evening. At least, then, we would have something to look forward to, even if the Duvals would not be there.