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Planning

By: ohio



SCENE 1

His name was Carl. Carl Montefiore. He was a tall, angular guy--good-looking, I guess--with a smug look. Even if he hadn't been fucking my wife I would probably have wanted to kick the shit out of him.

But at the moment his look wasn't smug--it was stunned. When I came into his office he thought he was meeting a prospective client for his software firm, not coming face-to-face with a cuckolded husband. He stood to greet me with an affable smile, and I could see he didn't even remember my face, though we had met several times.

"Good morning, Mr. ... Regan, is it? Nice to meet you--please have a seat." His handshake was firm and confident, the mark of an accomplished salesman.

I sat; looked at him coldly for a few moments; then spoke.

"Actually it's not Regan, Carl--it's Proctor. David Proctor--as in, husband of Lauren? Lauren Proctor from your Human Resources Department, the one you've been banging for a couple of months now?"

His face got very tight and he just looked at me, not saying anything. I pulled a bunch of photographs out of an envelope and dropped them in front of him.

"That's you and her at the Best Western Kenwood Inn, on Montgomery Road. Room 128, right around the back. You guys seem to like the same room every time."

More silence. "Who pays for the room, Carl--you or my charming wife?" I knew the answer, but I wanted to see what he'd say.

"I pay," he said, finally, his eyes looking past me to the far wall. "I have an ... an arrangement with the manager there--we do their bookkeeping and reservation software."

More silence. I was in no hurry. I was angry, of course--fucking furious. But I'd been that way for nearly five weeks, so I was in no rush.

"Okay," he said finally. "So you know--what do you want?" He looked older all of a sudden, like the energy had gone out of him. "What do you want from me?"

"Outside in my car, Carl, is a big manila envelope addressed to your wife's office. I'm going to be dropping by the FedEx office as soon as I leave here, unless I get a great deal of cooperation from you during this visit."

His face turned pale but he managed not to jump out of his chair. I admired his composure, in a funny kind of way. 

"I don't ... it would be pretty bad if Emily found out about this."

He looked at me. "What do you want me to do?"

I passed a sheet of paper over to him. "Read this over. Then call my wife, right now, and have this conversation with her. You can change the wording, change whatever fucking pet name you use with her, whatever--make it sound natural, like she'd expect you to sound. But set it up just the way I've written it."

He read it through carefully, then looked up. "I don't know if Laur... if she's going to go for this."

I laughed. "Carl, I've heard the audio of a half-dozen of your little get-togethers with my wife. You guys have been doing things a lot kinkier than that."

He actually blushed when I said I'd heard them together. He thought some more, frowning. Then he said, "and if I do this? What then?"

I shrugged. "Then you're rid of me. And whatever you and Lauren do, after today, I don't give a shit."

"And that FedEx envelope for my wife?"

I shrugged again. "I'll throw it away."

"You give me your word on that, Mr. Proctor?"

I leaned forward. "You're hardly in a position to bargain, Carl. But yeah--you've got my word."

He read my script once more; then he looked back at me, and when I didn't move a muscle he sighed and picked up the phone.



SCENE 2

Me and Lauren? Mostly the same old story--no need to draw it out. We met when she was in college and I had my first job. It was a blind date--she was a good friend of my cousin Marie, who thought we'd really hit it off, and we did.

Our courtship was utterly typical, but that doesn't mean it wasn't terrific. I loved Lauren by about the fifth date, and she seemed to feel the same way about me. The sex was a little vanilla at first, a little careful, but we really opened up to one another and it got better and better. We were married after about 14 months, with Marie as her maid of honor and my brother Bobby my best man.

We had Tina almost right away, an unplanned but wonderful event. She's a tennis star, a great student, and a talented artist--a fantastic, energetic, lovable girl, and I adore her. Lauren and I always used to say we only had one but we got the very best kid around.

I would have said Lauren and I had a great marriage and a great life; in fact I did say it, all the time, whenever anybody asked how things were going. She was sometimes a little bit of a flirt with our friends, at parties, but she always reassured me afterwards--in fact our love-making was never better than after we'd been out with other people and she'd confirmed for herself how attractive she was to men.

There was never any doubt in my mind about Lauren's devotion to me, not once in 19 years. No tell-tale signs, no vague looks or sudden rushing home for a shower, no late nights at work, no hickeys or scratches on her body. Nothing. We didn't have more sex, or less. We didn't have better sex, or worse. I would never have known.

Oh I guess, in retrospect, that Lauren was maybe a little happier that spring, a tiny bit more lively and fun. But it wasn't much, and I would never ever have noticed, if not for learning about her affair.

It was Tina who found out. That was one of the worst things about it, though all of it was bad. On a Saturday afternoon in early April of her senior year. I was out helping my brother move some furniture, and Tina was supposed to be gone for the day at a tennis tournament. But the courts were flooded from a downpour the day before and the tournament got canceled. Tina's teammate Avery dropped her off back at the house around 11 am, hours before she was expected home.

Tina dropped her bag, got a Diet Coke out of the fridge, and reached for the phone to call a friend about a party that night. She hit "speaker" without realizing her mom was on the phone, and heard a man's voice say, "... your tight little pussy again."

Stunned, Tina quickly switched off the phone. After a minute or two she quietly crept down the hall and peered into the master bedroom. Lauren was lying back on the bed, wearing only a pair of panties. One hand was inside those panties, stroking herself lazily, and the other was holding the phone. Tina heard her say, "oh yes, baby, I can hardly wait too! Can we do Monday this week, or do I have to wait until Wednesday for that nice big hard cock?"

Backing away from the door, Tina retreated to the kitchen, grabbed her tennis bag and left the house. She walked over to the playground at the nearby elementary school and sat there crying for two hours. Then she pulled herself together, wiped her face, and walked back home.

I didn't hear anything about this for nearly two weeks. All I knew is that Tina was withdrawn, morose, and sullen. Like a typical teenager, I suppose, except that she'd always been so sunny and cheerful. I asked Lauren if something was going on, and she was as mystified as I was.

When Tina finally broke down and told me, it was on the way back from the sectionals. She'd played much worse than usual and lost to a girl from Lockland High School whom she'd beaten four times in the past two years--and I could tell she wasn't herself. 

So I made a detour to a Starbucks, bought us each something from the drive-through, and parked the car in the big lot of a nearby Walmarts. And I said, "baby, tell me what's going on."

She shrugged. "Nothing. I played lousy, that's all."

I reached over and touched her shoulder. "Tina, you know I don't care about that. It's just one tennis match. But...but you've been unhappy for a couple of weeks now. Please, talk to me. Talk to your old clueless dad who loves you."

Then I waited. I'd learned over the years that Tina could never stand the silence.

She just looked out the window, not moving, and suddenly I saw tears on her cheeks. Without turning her head she said, "daddy, mom's cheating on you."

"What?!" I was on the verge of yelling at her that it was ridiculous, it was insane, was she crazy? Instead I held back. I bit my tongue and I waited. And she told me the whole story. Coming home early, what she'd heard and what she'd seen.

SCENE 3

Of course it was impossible for me to believe. I believed what Tina was saying, but I couldn't begin to believe what it meant, what it had to mean. We cried together for a little while, and then I asked her to keep the secret while I looked into it a little.

So we made a kind of pact, Tina and I, a little private deal to keep all our suspicions and our feelings from Lauren. It brought us closer together, actually, though we'd always had a great relationship.

And I did what the poor sucker husband (or wife, I guess) always does in such situations--spent several grand on a private investigator and let him do his thing. Three weeks later I had the report, the photos, the audio. 

I went to work that Thursday, locked my door, turned the ringer off on the phone, and dealt with it. I read it all and listened to it all. I cried, and I cursed. I took off my shoe and threw it across the room, knocking my framed college diploma off the wall. I banged my fist on my desk. I walked around the room and sobbed. I sat at my desk and stared blankly out the window. When I was calmer, about 1:30, I went out for a late lunch at a diner. Over a Reuben sandwich and two cups of coffee I started making some plans.

We may have had a perfectly ordinary married life, but it still meant the world to me. I had loved Lauren passionately for nearly 20 years, had never had any reason to doubt my great good fortune in getting her to marry me. We enjoyed talking and just being together, we were friends, we valued the same things and wanted the same things out of life. I would have said we were the happiest couple in the strongest marriage I knew.

I guess not, huh?

Once I'd seen the PI's report I knew we were done. I might have been able--MIGHT have been able--to get over a brief fling, but she and Carl Montefiore had been enjoying one another's company for weeks. With great pleasure on both sides, from everything I could see. 

And they were intimate--they were long past the rushed fucking stage. They played games, she dressed up in sexy lingerie for him, they used toys, they fooled around with blindfolds and handcuffs. A lot of stuff much wilder than anything that had taken place inside our bedroom.

So I picked up Tina early from school one day and we went out to lunch, just the two of us. I spared her all the details, but I told her it was a real affair and that I was going to leave her mom. Tina was angry and miserable--she wanted to go straight home and tear into Lauren, but I calmed her down.

"Listen, honey--you know your mother loves you. She adores you. She didn't do this to you, she did it to me. Maybe not on purpose, to hurt me--I'm sure she figures I'll never find out. But she betrayed me, not you, and it's up to me to deal with it.

"Do you think you can win an Academy Award for just a few more weeks? Be a typical daughter, don't act out of the ordinary, until after graduation?"

She nodded unhappily. "I guess so, Daddy. I mean, if you want me to. It's just that..." She started to sniffle again. "It's just that, how could she DO this to you--to us? You're so wonderful to her, and..." Her voice faded out into weeping, and I came around to her side of the booth and held her in my arms as she cried.

In the end Tina promised to act the loving daughter until her high school graduation. Three days later she was leaving for a ten-week junior development tennis camp in Colorado, and then--after a week at home--she'd be off to USC.

I made it clear to her that I was going to end the marriage after she left for the summer. "And then I'll take some time off and travel, honey--how about if I come stay in Denver for a few days and visit?"

She blew her noise and wiped her eyes and tried to smile, and said, "yeah daddy, that would be great!"

SCENE 4

I'd taken care of all the routine crap ahead of time. Found an apartment, made financial arrangements about credit cards and our checking account, gotten time off from work so I could fly out to the West coast. I was going to visit my college roommate in San Francisco for a few days, then rent a car, drive through the Rockies, hang out with Tina for a little while in Colorado, and then fly home.

As soon as Lauren left for work that morning I waited for the movers to come pick up my share of the furniture and take it over to my new apartment, along with my clothes and computer and the rest of my stuff.

Then I went and had my nice visit with Carl Montefiore--I've already told you about that. And I went and got some lunch, and dropped my envelope for Mrs. Montefiore into the FedEx box by the court house.

What--you thought I was going to keep my word to that asshole? After he'd been fucking my wife for weeks?

And at 1:45 I parked my car in back of a restaurant across the street from the Best Western, found a hidden vantage-point, and watched. Lauren drove in and parked right in front of Room 128, went around to the main office, came back a minute or two later, put a key card under the mat outside the door to 128, used the other one to let herself in, and closed the door behind her. She had a shopping bag with her, so I assumed she'd brought everything Carl had asked her for in their little phone conversation. 

I waited about ten minutes; then I strolled over to the door, got the card from under the mat and let myself in. There was Lauren--there was my wife, the woman I'd loved and cherished and been faithful to for twenty years.

She was lying on the bed, wearing a very sexy black teddie and nothing else. She was on her stomach, her hips propped up by two pillows under her middle, so that her open pussy was visible from across the room. And she was wearing the sleepmask--she couldn't see a thing.

I saw her stiffen when she heard the room door open and shut. "Carl? God, you scared me baby. I was just lying here, and..."

"Shh." I whispered it. I moved to the bed and bent down to whisper in her ear. "You're a good little slut, aren't you? My little peach." (That was what he called her in some of the recordings I'd heard--God knows why.) I'd put on a bit of Carl's cologne, so there was no reason she wouldn't think I was her lover.

"And now I'm here and I'm gonna drive you crazy!" I kept my voice at a whisper, knowing she wouldn't be able to tell it was me. Without another word I found the shopping bag on a chair and got the handcuffs. I handcuffed Lauren's hands together over her head, then pulled a long rope out of my pocket. 

Tying one end to the handcuffs, I reached down and slid the rest of the rope under the bed, then went around to get it on the other side, brought it up and tied the other end to the handcuffs on the other side. Taking two shorter pieces of rope, I tied one end of each to one of her ankles and the other to a leg at the foot of the bed.

She was now pinned down in the middle of the bed--she couldn't pull her arms down, she couldn't sit up, she couldn't pull her legs together and she couldn't turn over.

"You're a bad girl, aren't you?" I whispered. She giggled, and I swatted her ass. It made her jump, and she squealed. I hadn't hit her hard, certainly not with the anger I was feeling.

"Oh, yes, baby, I'm a very bad girl. Are you gonna punish me?" She was smiling, arching her bare ass up off the bed and moving it around a little, tempting me.

Without another word I took my clothes off and put them on a chair by the door. Then I waited, silently, knowing she didn't know where I was.

"Carl? Baby?" She sounded excited, but a little nervous. I made her wait another couple of minutes, while she called to me (or him, I guess) a few more times. Then without warning I started swatting her ass, hard, giving her twenty alternating smacks on her two cheeks.

"Oh! ... Carl! ... what? .... that ... OUCH! ... hurts, baby, what....?"

When I finished she just said, "damn, baby, that hurt! What the hell was that for?"

I lay down on top of her, pressing my hard-on against her ass, and whispered into her ear. "Aren't you a bad girl? A little slut? A slut who cheats on her husband?"

She frowned and said, "no talking about him, remember?"

Ignoring her I continued. "What do you think he'd say if he saw you like this, little peach? Tied down on the bed, your ass and pussy wide open for me--what would he say?"

"Stop it, baby!" Lauren whined. "Just ... just touch, me, okay? Fuck me!"

In a breathy voice she continued, "I know I'm bad, baby--be my bad man and punish me!"

So I did. I punished her just the way I planned, knowing that it would be the last time I'd ever touch her, the last time I'd ever see her naked.

I lay down between her spread legs and I kissed and licked her pussy until she was panting and gasping and jerking her hips around. And when she was moments away from coming I stopped.

Remember, this was the woman I'd been having sex with for two decades--I knew her responses pretty well, and I waited until the very last minute.

"You bastard!" she cried, "finish me. Please, baby!" But I sat back, watching her move her hips as if to draw my tongue back inside her, until she'd calmed down a little. Then I did it again. And again. Each time more slowly, more gently.

By the third time Lauren was drenched in sweat, she was moaning and talking, panting, "please Carl--PLEASE baby! Let me come, please! You've got me so crazy..." Her hips were rolling, her back was arching as she strained backwards, hoping my mouth would return and give her the long-awaited orgasm.

Instead I went and sat at the head of the bed and guided my cock to her face. It was only partly erect, and I wiped it against her cheeks until she opened her mouth greedily to take it in. She moaned, swirling her tongue around the head.

I pulled it out for a second, whispering, "you like that, baby? You like my dick, you little slut? Is it better than Dave's?" And before she could reply I jammed it back inside her mouth, forcing her to gag a little.

I let her work on me, sometimes lying passively and sometimes moving my hips back and forth to get it deeper. It made her uncomfortable, since her hands were bound and she couldn't fend me off, but I didn't give a shit.

Occasionally I reached down to swat her already-red ass, just to encourage her. And when she had my dick as hard as it had ever been I pulled it out of her mouth, went around behind her, climbed on the bed, and jammed it into her wet cunt.

"OOH, baby," she gasped. I lay flat on top of her, pushing her down onto the pillows, enjoying the feeling of her hot cunt for what would be the last time in my life. And then without a word I began fucking her.

I wanted to give Lauren something to remember me by, so I stroked slowly and powerfully, intending to make her come several times before I finished. She moaned and rolled her hips and cooed at me, but I didn't make a sound. I simply fucked the shit out of her, thrusting steadily until she'd come at least three times, and then I pounded her hard until the cum jetted out of me and I collapsed on her back.

There was silence. I might have been squeezing the breath out of her a little, but I didn't give a fuck. Finally she said in a little-girl voice, "that was awesome, baby. You outdid yourself today." She giggled and added, "what got into you? Or should I say, what got into me?"

Without replying I got up, lay down by her head and gently pushed my wet cock against her mouth. After a minute she opened up and took me in, gently sucking and cleaning my dick as it softened. When I was completely soft I pulled it out, stood up, and without a word began getting dressed. She had a dreamy smile on her face--she looked thoroughly pleased with herself.


Planning a Surprise



Someone once told Jim that a person could get addicted to pornography, and that starting small with "erotic materials" would surely lead to a need for more and more hardcore material until the person could no longer be satisfied by straight, simple sex with his or her partner. It was like marijuana, the "gateway" drug, they said, once you started with that, you couldn't get enough and sooner rather than later you were lighting the crack pipe. 

Jim didn't believe everything he had heard in his 33 years, but he did find it harder and harder to keep the spark going with his wife of 13 years, Lori. Jim kept fit by jogging 15 miles a week and Lori swam laps in their in-ground pool every evening to keep her taut shape, but that seemed to be about all of the exercise either of them were getting. Jim was 5'11" and on the lean side, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. The one part of him that Lori prized was his ass, which was the same part of Lori's anatomy that Jim had always favored. Lori was blonde, 5'9" and slender, with firm, round breasts and a pert ass. Neither of them needed to lose any pounds, which was a good thing, because they certainly would not have been shedding the weight in the bedroom. Although they still cared for each other, they only found time to make love every other week or so. And they had openly discussed how the intense passion that spurred their lovemaking in the past had disappeared many years ago. Jim certainly had no problems becoming aroused, but it seemed like it was more difficult with each passing year to keep Lori interested in sex. 

After the heat of their encounters during the early years of their marriage had subsided, Jim had come home early one night from work to hear moaning coming from the bedroom. Prepared to fight this unknown rival, he kicked the door in only to find his wife watching a pornographic movie! Jim and Lori began occasionally incorporating the movies into their lovemaking, either as an appetizer or as a side dish to the main course. It always turned Jim on when he was plunging deep inside his wife's pussy from behind as she kept her eyes on the screen, watching the various well built, hung studs fucking away in front of her. Then Lori's fascination turned to vibrators, and sex toys. These kept things interesting for a while but after several years of this her sexual attention span and libido were once again decreasing. Deep down Jim knew that he would do whatever it took to pleasure his wife, even pushing the envelope further down the "hardcore" road into uncharted erotic waters. 

When he married Lori, he was 20 and she was 19. Although he had made love to several women prior to the marriage, Lori was a virgin. She certainly was a curious virgin, and she craved his cock those first few years. Even though she had remained faithful to him throughout their marriage, her sexual hunger was satisfied only by increasingly erotic sexual materials and acts, and Jim did not know where it would stop. He thought that by bringing another man into their lives he could help satisfy her sexual curiosity a bit more. At least if he did it according to his terms, he would not lose her (possibly forever) to an affair.

One summer day, after Jim had finished at work, he called an old friend from college, Ben. Ben was a loner for the most part, but became Jim's friend due to their common love of motorcycles. They had shared many things in the past, including girlfriends, and Jim knew he could trust Ben to take this only as far as Jim wanted it to go. Plus, Ben was not a part of their lives and would not become an unwanted distraction. Jim relayed his thoughts to Ben, who laughed and readily agreed. Ben was still not married, and still apparently got around on his Harley as well as with the ladies. 

Jim met Ben for a beer after work and they discussed the idea, which was to be a surprise for Lori the following Friday. Although Jim had not seen Ben in several years, Ben still was Ben: a harley t-shirt, long brown hair, mustache and beard, and hard, rugged good looks. Jim gave Ben a key to the house and told him to let himself in that Friday at 11 p.m. and to proceed upstairs to their bedroom. 

Jim could not hide his erection when he returned home, as thoughts of his wife fucking another man filled his head. Lori smirked when she saw his cock making a pup tent out of his Dockers and asked what was up. Jim didn't reveal his plan, and Lori made it clear she was not interested in any lovemaking that evening, as she was tired from a long day at work. 

At work that Friday Jim was not able to get anything done. He could not take his thoughts away from images of Lori, moaning in ecstasy as Ben drove his shaft into her again and again. After each imaginary encounter, Ben would leave and Lori would snuggle up next to Jim, completely satisfied, and tell him how much she loved him and appreciated him. 

When Jim returned home at 6 pm, he opened the front door and went into the kitchen to get a beer. He heard voices and was disappointed to see his sister Lisa and her husband Rick. Rick was an incredibly wealthy investment banker from the East Coast, and Lisa was his prize wife. Rick was good looking in a 1980's tennis pro kind of way. Lisa was hot and she knew it, tall with long brown hair and long legs; she kept herself very fit, and her ass was complimented this evening by the short white shorts she was wearing, accentuated by the way she was bent over the kitchen counter, holding her beer. 

"Hi guys, what's up?" Jim said, unable to hide his disappointment. Normally, he would not have been disappointed to see Lisa (even though she never expressed any interest in seeing him), but when your wife is to be fucked by another man in a few hours, you tend to want to move company toward the front door.

"Rick is taking a job out this way, can you believe it?" Lori said excitedly. "They are looking for a house and are going to stay here for a few days." Jim felt a wave of nausea and panic sweep over him, accompanied by some disgust: if Rick could buy sportscars and caviar dreams then why the hell couldn't he rent a hotel room and leave them alone!

"That's great hon – I gotta make a call." Jim moved quickly outside the house and tried to reach Ben on the cell phone. No luck – Ben had left his job, was not home and did not have a cell phone of his own. He left a message on Ben's machine and told him the evening was off and that he would get back to him.

Jim returned to the kitchen to find his wife, Rick and Lisa all having another beer and laughing – Jim seemed to be the odd man out. After several more beers and chatty conversation (which Jim did not really take part in), he felt it was time to get Lori to bed. She called him a "party pooper", but let him lead her away. He couldn't help but notice that Rick winked at her on the way to the stairs and that Rick had had his hand on her knee an hour earlier when Jim had come back from the restroom. Asshole, Jim thought. Lori always complained (jokingly) that her sister Lisa always got the best of everything and Jim was not about to let him take his wife. Lori seemed to wiggle her ass a bit more than usual on her way up the stairs, but maybe that was the booze.

Once in their bedroom, Jim slipped down to his boxers and climbed under the sheets. Lori changed into a pink, mostly see through, negligee and climbed in alongside. She began stroking Jim's leg and blowing warmly into Jim's ear and up and down his neck, but Jim simply was not interested. He was frustrated and angry that his plan had gone awry. 

He kissed Lori on the forehead and told her he was tired. He turned on his side, away from her and was drifting off to sleep when he heard the purr of Lori's vibrator over his shoulder. He felt his cock begin to stiffen as he continued to listen to the soft humming, which was getting louder as Lori was clearly cranking the speed up several notches. He began stroking himself slowly as he listened to Lori's soft moans and sighs. He was about to roll over and apologize for not wanting to make love when he felt Lori get out of bed and open the bedroom door. He suspected that she had cum and was on her way to get another glass of wine, and he kept stroking himself lazily for several minutes (which turned into several more minutes and then nearly a half-hour.) He hoped that Lori had not fallen and hurt herself, and was becoming concerned. 

Jim went into the hall in his boxers and heard the TV downstairs. He peered down the stairs into the living room and saw Lori's sister Lisa sitting on the couch alone. Lisa was wearing a white robe that was only partially closed, stroking her leg with her long fingernails, bringing her fingertips up to her panty covered pussy, lightly tracing along her pussy lips with her forefinger. Jim watched from his place of semi-concealment on the dark stairway, mesmerized, as Lisa brought her forefinger to her mouth, ran the tip lightly over her bottom lip, and then inserted the tip into her mouth for a few seconds. She then licked the tip and moved her finger slowly down underneath her robe, over one breast and nipple, circling it until it stiffened, and then let her hand fall softly into her lap, her finger slipping under her white cottons, disappearing. His wife was not in the kitchen, so she must have stopped to use the upstairs hall bathroom on her way back to bed. Jim could think of no better opportunity, and he approached quietly. As Jim got closer, he could see that Lisa was watching one of their pornos, while fingering herself. As he drew closer, his foot struck an end table, causing a vase to topple off and shatter.

"Oh shit!" Lisa said, looking embarrassed and covering herself. She began moving toward the stairway. 

"I'm sorry" Jim said, his face red, "I was looking for Lori." 

"She should be with you, she came down for a drink but went back up 20 minutes ago." Lisa said softly as she hurried up the stairs.

"Lisa, wait." Jim said as he followed her up. "I wont tell anyone, I promise – I was turned on for God's sake, look at my cock!" But Lisa wouldn't listen. She had reached the top of the stairs and the door to the guest bedroom was partially open. Jim started to say something but Lisa turned around and shoved him backward, bringing her finger to her lips in an effort to get him to shut up.

"That shit – look at him!" Lisa exclaimed as she peered back into the dark guest room. Jim moved in behind her, looking over her shoulder, hearing slurping noises coming from within. He saw the back of Lori's blonde head bobbing up and down in Rick's lap as Rick sat on the edge of the bed. Lori was completely naked, on her knees next to the bed. In her left hand she held her vibrator, which was pulsing loudly and pressed to her clit.

Jim was about to say something and began moving past Lisa when she stopped him. "Don't! As much as I hate that bastard for doing it, this is exactly what she needs. She was just telling me . . ." as Lisa was speaking, Jim noticed that her robe was slipping off of her shoulders and she was slowly backing against him. 

Lisa's robe fell to the floor, leaving only her white cotton panties in stark contrast to the golden brown tan of her back and thighs.

"She was just telling me how miserable her sex life had become." Lisa whispered. "No offense, Jim, but you apparently just are not giving her what she needs. Not that I wanted Rick to do it, but I guess someone needs to." 

Jim's cock was fully erect, and it had slipped out of the hole in the front of his boxers. He could feel it nudging against Lisa's ass, as she continued to back into him. He felt the cotton material of her panties caressing his cock as he watched his wife Lori blow his brother. 

"Jesus she has nice tits" Lisa mumbled as she began dry fucking Jim with her ass, rubbing it up and down along his shaft. Jim could only watch, his mouth open, as his wife stood up, and bent over the bed, her firm, rounded ass and pussy exposed as she looked over her shoulder. Rick saw Jim, caught his eye, and gave him the thumbs up sign and a wink as he moved behind Lori. 

"That prick." Jim said. "Such a cocky bastard."

"Shut up, would you." Lisa said, continuing to slide her ass up and down, grinding it against Jim's cock. Jim could smell Lisa's perfume, light and sweet. Jim watched as Rick got on his knees behind Lori and began running his tongue lightly over the lips of her pussy, pausing to let his tongue dart in and out, and lightly flicking it against her clit. Lori began moaning loudly, and began pressing her cunt against Rick's face, pleading with him to fuck her. 

"Oh, what the hell" Jim murmured, freeing his cock from the boxers and sliding the crotch of Lisa's panties to the side. Lisa's hand firmly grasped his. "What are you doing? Stop it! You can't fuck me." Lisa cried. "But shut up and stand back I'll let you come on my ass." Lisa directed. 

Lisa plunged her hand down the front of her panties and adjusted the crotch with her other hand to prevent any unwanted access by Jim. Lisa then firmly pushed Jim away from her and knelt on the floor, crawling slowly to her husband and her sister. Jim, left alone, began pumping his fist up and down his shaft, watching Lisa's firm, shapely ass sway as she made her way toward Rick and Lori.

Jim watched as Lori reached behind her and pulled Rick upward. Rick positioned himself between her legs and Lori sighed. "Fuck me baby. Make it happen, come on, do it Rick. Fuck me now, I need it so bad baby." 

Jim stared in disbelief as Rick's cock, fully erect, began pressing against his wife's swollen pussy lips. Lori squealed softly as Rick spit on his cock and pushed harder, causing the tip of his cock to glide into Lori's pussy. Lori began breathing deeply, panting as she now began rhythmically pumping her hips back against Rick, engulfing his cock with her sopping cunt, crying out as she matched each stroke of his with a push of her own. Rick picked up the pace, now pounding Lori into the bed, as Lisa slipped underneath them both, crawling between their legs, watching Rick's cock slam into Lori. 

"What the fuck is up man!" Jim heard absently as Ben casually strolled past him into the bedroom, his pants down around his ankles. "Jesus, if I'd have known you threw parties like this, I'd have been over here every weekend since college!" Jim was about to say something but realized it was probably 11 p.m. and Ben was already kneeling between Lisa's legs, yanking her white panties down. Lisa looked up at Ben, seemed to size him up, carefully examining his erect cock and then nodded her approval to this stranger. 

Lori's whole body began shaking violently as she started cumming, gripping the bed with both hands while she thrust her pussy back against Rick's cock, riding it like a bronco. Lisa felt Ben entering her as she moved her head upward, alternately licking the shaft of Rick's cock and the lips of Lori's pussy. 

Jim could no longer just watch, and he climbed onto the bed in front of Lori, still stroking his cock. Lori's eyes caught his for a moment and she smirked, reached out and grabbed his cock, pumping its shaft to the same rhythm she was fucking to. 

"Oh Christ, oh God!" Lori shouted and she closed her eyes and came again, tilting her head back as Rick tensed and began shooting jets of sperm into her cunt from behind. Jim saw Ben's body stiffen as well, as he was obviously cumming inside Lisa. It was a chain reaction as Lisa began crying out and Lori gripped Jim's cock like a vise while she was cumming. It was all sensory overload for Jim who began pumping jets of sperm onto his wife's face and back.

Soon it was over. Ben went home after nearly getting into a fight with Rick, who was pissed that Ben had fucked Lisa. Lori passed out and Jim carried her to bed. And Rick was later escorted by Jim outside the house. It was strange how great it had felt to watch Rick fucking his wife before Jim had cum on her face but how weird the thought of it became AFTER his orgasm had subsided. He slept with Lori that night and greeted her in the morning with a kiss. They still have not talked about that evening, except when they are fucking, which is every night.



Planning Ahead



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The life of a financial planner is generally not an overly exciting one. Sure, if you don't really know what a financial planner does you might be willing to believe that it's exciting and glamorous, especially if your clientele includes some of Hollywood's A-list and many young hope-to-be's. But trust me, Bruce Willis and Tom Cruise won't be playing me in any bio-pics anytime soon. My life is far less that of a super-cop or international spy and more that of a glorified CPA. Minus the really nifty pocket-protectors accountants seem to have co-opted from the IT guys of course.

Take that part about Hollywood A-listers and rising young stars. Sounds glamorous right? Get to meet with George Clooney and Brad Pitt, schmooze with Sandy Bullock and Sarah Michelle Gellar. Offer stock tips to Jennifer Garner. Right? Wrong. Try meet with the business managers, schmooze with the assistants and give stock tips to the relatives with all the financial acumen of a tree stump.

For instance, the other day I had my quarterly meeting scheduled with Shannen Doherty. I'd been her financial planner for some years now and it was time to get together to discuss her portfolio. What to buy and what to drop, what real estate holdings were newly available in her market and how her existing holdings were performing, her income and projected growth and what's in store for her when the casting directors are no longer calling. Not exactly the most exciting topics on earth, particularly if, like me, you do it all day long, every day, year after year. And it's even less thrilling if you're used to the glitz and glamour of a Hollywood lifestyle. So was I excited about my meeting with Shannen? About being face to face with an incredibly hot young actress? Of course not. Shannen wouldn't be coming within a mile of my office. The only thing I was going to be face to face with that afternoon was her business managers, two guys far older and even more stuffy than I was. And they cared about just one thing. Was I increasing Shannen's net worth? If so, then they were happy. Deliriously so. The more it increased the better since their compensation was tied in to her total income. So, while the meeting was going to be a lengthy one, lasting almost all afternoon, it certainly didn't promise to be an exciting one. Unless your idea of excitement is watching dough rise.

Which sort of explains why I felt safe doing what I did before the meeting.

Let me explain.

See, I'm the kind of guy who has long-term relationships with women. I'm not a serial dater, at least not the way one usually defines serial dater. I go out with a woman and more often than not it develops into a relationship that can last for quite some time. And if, or when as has been the case every time up to now, it eventually comes to an end, I wait awhile and meet someone else and another relationship begins. That's how it's always been. It's kind of like a routine for me. Habitual. Stable. Predictable. Tedious.

So, as expected, my last fling ended, some eight months ago, and for some reason, this time, after I got over feeling sad about the demise of one more relationship, I was unable to get into the frame of mind I needed to allow me to move on and begin something new. I just wasn't very interested in meeting women. I found the whole thing... boring. Much like I was finding everything else in my life at the time. Boring. Now in and of itself it's not such a huge problem to be a little tired of the whole dating ritual, except... I was horny. Very, very horny.

And horniness, as I bet you can imagine, is a great motivator. Having the ability to do everything from getting teenage boys to comb their hair and brush their teeth through getting grown men to sit and watch The English Patient on up to being the underlying reason for countless wars. Sure, the books all say it was 'for the love of a woman' but that's just code for the guy wasn't getting any and he was horny and he thought that if he just, pick one of the above, the girl would give it up. Sometimes it even works and that just reinforces the belief in horny men everywhere. If I just do this, maybe she'll have sex with me. And so it was for me too. It was horniness that finally forced me back out there and, against the better judgment of every man on the planet, I found myself being set up on a blind date with a co-worker of the wife of one of my best friends. Yes, I know, that was pretty dumb of me. But I was horny, remember?

The first date went okay, and for some not so inexplicable reason I agreed to a second, and that went okay too, as did the third and the fourth and before I knew it I found myself slipping down the slope into yet another relationship, complete with a weekend in the wine country for two. What does any of this have to do with my meeting with Shannen's people you ask? Don't worry, I'm getting there. So anyway, my meeting with Shannen's representatives was on Friday afternoon, my last appointment before the weekend. After the meeting I was supposed to meet my new lady friend and we were going to drive up the coast to a bed and breakfast. As you might expect if you were going to spend two days away with someone, I assumed we were going to have sex at some point during the weekend. Just one tiny problem though, the prospect did not excite me. I mean, the thought of finally having sex after having gone so long without thrilled me, but not the person I was going to be with. She didn't really do it for me. Not at all. Don't get me wrong, she was attractive enough. I guess. Just not to me. So why did I agree to go away with her for the weekend? Did you get the part about how horny I was?

Anyway, I was going to be alone with this woman and I knew one of us was probably going to make some sort of move and, in spite of the fact that it was an overwhelming feeling of horniness that had gotten me into this in the first place, I still had my doubts about my... response if and when the time finally arrived. Would my ambivalence about the situation leave me so turned off that I couldn't even get it up? Or would the eight long, long months without sex make it so that it didn't matter how little attraction I felt towards her, I would be raring to go. So raring that it might even all be over before it started. I just didn't know. And neither possibility was particularly appealing to me. I know, I should have just canceled the whole thing and said my goodbyes and gone home to watch some porn, but I didn't. Instead I came up with a plan. It's what I do, as you might have guessed from my job title. I plan. And my plan called for me to see a doctor about a prescription for a little performance boost. You know, something that -- cut to tremendously sexy woman clad only in a man's dress shirt -- improves the 'quality of the experience'. I figured that this way I was covered no matter how I responded. If I was having trouble getting in the mood, presto, chemically induced hardon, and if I was a little too eager, well, presto, chemically induced second hardon. See. I was covered. Of course I didn't explain all this to the doctor, I just gave him the usual song and dance about how my erections were no longer as satisfactory as they used to be. Job related stress I offered. Not that I think the doctor really cared why I wanted the pills, he just wanted to push his drug of choice, but I didn't want him to think there was anything permanently wrong with me. The male ego really is a fragile thing where some subjects are concerned. So anyway, I told my sob story, the doctor bought it and twenty minutes later I was on my way back to my office with a sample pack of Cialis in my pocket and a prescription for a two week supply.

So I went to a doctor to get some pills for erectile dysfunction, what's the big deal you ask? Well, if it had ended there then I suppose it wouldn't be anything to get worked up over, but it didn't end there. That was really just the beginning. Because after I got back to my office I did something that seemed harmless at the time, but could have had the potential to destroy my entire career. I took one of the samples. The 20mg pill. The strongest dosage they make. Yes, I can be exactly that stupid. Now do you see the big deal?

Of course I didn't really see any problem at the time. The doctor had told me that the pill would remain in my system for up to 36 hours and I would not have any reaction until I was sexually stimulated. Well I don't know about you but I've never been sexually stimulated during a business meeting with two old men. Guess I'm just old fashioned that way. So I felt perfectly safe taking the pill a half hour or so before the meeting was scheduled to start. I took it partly because I didn't want to have to stop to pop a pill after things had already started with my lady friend, and partly because it felt, naughty. You know what I mean. Knowing that this drug was in my system just waiting for the right moment to be triggered while I sat through a monotonous business meeting with two clueless codgers made me feel, somehow less dull. Less like I was trapped in a never-ending rut. Less like a puffed up accounting clerk. Less boring. I know, I know, odds were both of the old coots popped Viagra like breath mints and wouldn't be at all shocked to find out I was taking something similar, but I wasn't thinking about that. All I could think about was that I had done something completely out of character for me. Something different. Something not boring.

Now here's where it gets interesting.

They never showed up. No phone call, no e-mail. Nothing.

Is that unusual you ask? Hell yeah! This was a meeting about money, and if there is one thing I've learned in my time in financial planning, it's that there is nothing on earth fat, old men like talking about more than money. Forget expensive cars, fine wines, Cuban cigars or hot trophy wives. These guys really, really like to talk about money. How much they have, how much they made, how much they're going to make. Even when, technically speaking, it's not theirs, they still want to talk about it. They love it, it's like a drug to them. So for a couple of guys to not show up to a meeting to get their fix, yeah, that's pretty unusual.

So I waited.

Ten minutes turned into twenty then thirty and then, after about forty minutes, just as I was about to give up and take off for the day, I heard someone approaching my office door. Finally. I stood up to greet them as they entered, fixing a smile to my face and getting ready to pretend that I wasn't at all put out that they were over half an hour late and hadn't even bothered to call. The door opened and I started to speak before they were even in the room.

"Ah, good. You made it. I was beginning to get wor... Shannen! I mean Ms. Doherty. How nice to see you!"

"It's nice to see you too. Sorry I'm late. My lunch meeting ran longer than expected. And please, call me Shannen. We've known each other too long for you to call me Ms. Doherty."

She closed the door behind her and approached my desk as I stepped out from behind it to greet her. I held out my hand and she took it in both of hers, shaking it warmly and holding onto it for a few seconds. When she let go I looked over her shoulder to see if perhaps her missing associates were coming in behind her.

"Shannen it is then. And will your managers be joining us?"

"Frick and Frack? I fired their fat asses. They were getting too greedy and they cost me two shows and a movie deal. So they're gone. I'll be handling my own business affairs for the foreseeable future."

"Ah. Well. Sounds like a prudent move. I'm sure you'll do just fine. Please, why don't you take a seat."

I gestured her to one of the chairs that faced my desk and she took a seat, adjusting her skirt as she sat down before crossing her legs while I perched on the corner of my desk. We made some small talk for a short time, catching up on recent events that had occurred since the last time Shannen and I had seen each other. Actually Shannen did most of the catching up, my small talk being somewhat smaller than usual, due to the fact that I was far more interested in checking out Shannen's incredible legs than I was in chitchat. Surreptitiously of course. It would never do for me to be obvious about ogling a client's goodies.

Say what you will about Shannen, in my opinion she is one of the most beautiful women in Hollywood. As for her anger issues, I can only say that she's never been anything but nice to me. Still, I've heard some of the stories naturally, she comes across as being something of a terror when angry and I'd rather not find myself on the receiving end of her displeasure, even if she is only 5'3". When it comes to volatile women I find that discretion is the better part of keeping your gonads unharmed. So I was being very careful as I gaped at Shannen's legs. 

I mentioned before that she was wearing a skirt, but I did not say what kind of skirt it was. Or how short it was. Almost scandalously so. And her top. I guess it wouldn't be considered too revealing, if you didn't notice the deeply scooped neckline and the square yards of cleavage it revealed. What's that? You think that's inappropriate attire for a business meeting? Maybe for New York, but this is Hollywood and Shannen is one of the beautiful people and is expected to dress a certain way. And whatever you may think of her looks or her disposition, there is one thing that I believe cannot be disputed, the woman knows how to dress to kill. Her choice in apparel was no less appropriate for a business meeting in L.A. than my own short-sleeved knit shirt and Dockers. Hell, at least we both were wearing shoes and not wearing sunglasses and believe me I've been in many meetings where participants did just the opposite. And these meetings were not taking place outside by a pool.

But I'm getting off track here. The point is, Shannen was dressed to thrill and while she sat there filling me in on her horses and dogs and her new pickup truck, I sat there scoping out her legs. Among other things. Which wasn't a problem as long as I at least made the appearance of keeping up my side of the conversation. Something that I was doing without any problem. Until Shannen leaned forward in her seat and her top billowed out from her chest and that combined with my elevated position gave me an excellent view down her blouse and the yards of exposure became acres.

That was the beginning of my trouble.

"... and that's when I found out I'd been dropped from consideration for the role. All because those jerkoffs priced me out of the producer's range."

"Fantastic. That's... fantastic."

When I realized that Shannen was no longer speaking I finally tore my eyes away from her chest and focused fully on what she had been saying. She had been telling me about how her former business managers had screwed up her chances for a plum role in Kevin Smith's next movie and I had answered... Oh Shit!

Embarrassment colored my cheeks at my verbal gaffe and I looked at Shannen only to see her peering at me with the beginnings of a frown on her face. I didn't even know how to start apologizing for my blunder so I opted to ignore it, instead suggesting that we get down to the reason she was there in the first place. I pointed to the small conference table by the windows and began to move in that direction. After a second's hesitation Shannen moved to join me and as she started to rise she glanced down and apparently noticed for the first time just how much of her chest was on display. When she looked back up the frown was gone and she caught my eye and gave me a knowing smirk, the brief smile conveying all too clearly that she now knew exactly what I had been staring at and why I had responded so strangely to her last statement. I was surprised at first that her reaction to my peeping wasn't stronger, but then I guess it stands to reason. Women do not dress the way Shannen was if they don't want to be looked at. Look, but do not touch.

We moved over to the round table and Shannen took a seat across from me and we started to go over her portfolio. Many of the things in it she was hearing about in detail for the very first time, her former managers not having been very interested in passing on the specifics. When I started to review her real estate holdings she sat there in wide-eyed wonder as she listened to me list all the places she had some sort of stake in.

"So you're saying I own a car wash?"

"Yes, in Yonkers, New York. A piece of it anyway, about 7%"

"And a donut shop?"

"In Duluth, Minnesota. 10% of that."

"And all these other things as well?"

"A Laundromat, a bakery, two small apartment buildings, yep you have a share in them all. Plus your stocks, treasury notes, muni's and the mutual funds you're in."

"Shouldn't we be considering selling the apartment buildings? Isn't the real estate bubble going to burst soon?"

"For private and two family homes, yes. It can't keep going up indefinitely without some sort of major adjustment. But rental units are in short supply in most metropolitan areas and remain a sound holding."

"Oh Okay. And what about Charmed? I still own a piece of Charmed, right?"

"Oh yeah. I wouldn't dump that just as the early seasons are coming out on DVD. That triggers the bonus clause and you go up to 10% from 5%. Should mean enough for that vacation home in Hawaii you were talking about."

Her voice took on a teasing note as she responded "Oh so you heard that did you? And here I thought you weren't paying any attention to me. Well, to what I was saying anyway."

Once again I flushed in embarrassment at having been caught looking down Shannen's shirt, but as I had the first time, I simply ignored it and tried to move on to discussing future acquisitions that I thought we should pursue. Shannen accepted the change of subject easily, but the small smile that remained on her lips told me she was having some fun teasing me about my wandering eyes.

Unfortunately that small reminder got me thinking about the ripe melons that were barely concealed under her top and I soon found myself sneaking quick glances at Shannen's chest again whenever I thought she wouldn't notice. I knew I shouldn't be doing that, it isn't exactly what I would consider professional, but I was powerless to resist. I really was very, very horny.

Up to this point I'd been enjoying the meeting with Shannen more than any other get-together I'd had for a long time. It was nice to actually sit down with the person on whose behalf I'd been making all these arrangements for the past several years, instead of with some proxies. And it was even nicer to be spending time with such a beautiful woman, especially one who was so ridiculously hot, sitting there in a micro-mini and low-cut top and giving me tantalizing glimpses of one of the most perfect sets of tits I'd ever seen. I was having fun and I'd been able to put my weekend dilemma completely out of my mind for a while. I was feeling, not exactly calm - I was still way too much on edge for the word calm to be used in regards to my emotional state -- more like, content, with my situation for the first time in weeks.




Planning Ahead



That was just about to change.

We had moved on to potential future investments and Shannen was reading through a prospectus for a bio-tech company that was looking for venture capital when she asked me to clarify something she had read. I stood up and leaned over the table while she turned the prospectus around for me to read and I couldn't help but notice that once again I had a nearly perfect view down her top. I shifted my eyes away as quickly as I could, which admittedly wasn't all that fast, and concentrated on the pages before me. When I'd finished the paragraph and explained everything to Shannen she nodded and before I could return to my seat she was standing also and reaching across to my side of the table for another pamphlet from a different company that we had looked at earlier.

"Okay, but what about this one? Wouldn't the ROI from this one be larger and sooner?"

Oh if only she had waited until I was once again in my seat.

I tried not to look, really I did. After all I'd already been caught once and even though Shannen's reaction had been one of tolerance I did not want to press my luck a second time, but I just could not stop myself. And, yeah, I realize that they're just tits and yes I've seen them before in movies and magazines or on the internet, and yes I did consider that it was an invasion of Shannen's privacy, but I'm a guy and she was putting the goods out there and what can I say? I looked. And seriously, how many of you can honestly say that in the same situation you wouldn't have looked too? I thought so.

If only she'd worn a different top.

Really, if only she'd worn a different top, or if I had retaken my seat, or if maybe she just hadn't leaned over quite so far, but she didn't and I didn't and she did and there I was, my gaze inexorably drawn downward, down to those incredibly full, firm, luscious and completely bare tits. I don't know if it was Prue Halliwell's sense of style that spilled over into Shannen's wardrobe or Shannen who influenced Prue's but apparently neither one of them was very fond of wearing a bra.

I sat down abruptly, trying to wipe my mind of the mental picture that kept replaying over and over in my head, but it was too late. The image of her full breasts was indelibly etched into my brain. Such beautiful, full, naked breasts. I tried to concentrate on something else, get my mind off what I had just seen and back on to the business at hand, answering Shannen's question.

"Ahem... Potentially, but it's also riskier. That return depends on their being able to secure a number of government contracts and that is by no means guaranteed. And they're looking for a minimum 3% buy-in as opposed to 2%. There's also a significant potential for delay in the IPO..."

You would think focusing on the minutiae of a business investment would be enough to chase even the most erotic thoughts out of one's brain, wouldn't you? I sure did. But it didn't, and even as I continued to drone on about which company was the sounder investment I was still picturing Shannen's exposed tits in my mind. And that's when I felt it. My cock was starting to react. My chemically enhanced cock if you recall.

At first the small twitches coming from my groin did not faze me. It's never happened to me in a business meeting, but I have been in other situations where something occurred that caused a tremble or two to come from my pants. And each time, simply by turning my attention to other things, the problem went away before it could turn into an embarrassing situation. And so I thought it would be the same this time. I'd get so immersed in the details of the investments that all other thoughts would be pushed from my mind and my inflamed prick would settle down once more. So I thought. But I guess I failed to understand just how powerful the drug coursing through my veins actually was. My dick continued to stiffen.

No no no! Not now! This can't happen now! Down! Down!

Shannen had gone back to reading the prospectus when I finished my evaluation of the two potential investments and I was left with nothing to do for the moment but sit there and think about what was happening below my belt, trying through sheer force of will to stop the growing hardon from coming about. It could only have been two or three minutes but it felt like much longer and by the time Shannen lifted her head from the booklet, despite my best efforts, my penis was at full mast. And I do mean full mast. I risked a glance down to my lap and as I had feared my erection was noticeable even through my pants, the outline of my shaft as it angled off to my right and the bulbous head that poked out near my pocket clearly evident to anyone who might happen to look.

Holy shit! Holy shit! Oh Fuck, what am I going to do?

I thought about just staying in my seat until the erection went down, but the doctor had told me that I would stay turgid until sexual activity was concluded. And that meant that when the time came for Shannen to leave I would still be in the same aroused state, and when I got up to see her to the door, as I positively would have to do, she would see my condition and that as they say would be that. I couldn't just sit there waiting for that to happen. There had to be something else I could do.

Okay. The doctor had said that I would maintain an erection until sexual activity had concluded. Of course the doctor had also said that the trigger was sexual stimulation, which I had taken to mean sexual contact of some kind, and I certainly couldn't recall anybody reaching out and grabbing my penis. So if the thing could go off by itself then maybe it would go down by itself. Unless... oh damn. Of course. Sexual stimulation. Like, say, a pair of deliciously round, rosy pink nippled boobies? Would that count as sexual stimulation? Unless you're blind, dead or gay I would have to say yes. Shit. All right, no problem, that just brought me back to where I had been moments earlier. My erection would not go down until I had concluded sexual activity. And since activity with a partner didn't seem to be on the menu for any time in the next couple of hours, that meant... yeah. Hoo boy.

Now hold on just a friggin' minute. I could not go off someplace quiet and pleasure myself until my drug addled dick decided to go soft. I just couldn't. I can't imagine anything more unprofessional than sneaking off to a bathroom to masturbate during work hours. And to do it while a client sat waiting in the next room? No. Un Unh. I'd have to be insane.

So, what then was I going to do?

FUCK!

Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!

I'd better make this quick.

And when they take me before the judge and charge me with indecent exposure and lewd and lascivious behavior I will plead temporary insanity caused by overmedication and bare titties. That ought to work. Unless the judge is a woman.

FUCK!!

All right. I knew what I had to do. All I had to do now was get into the bathroom on the other side of my office. Sigh. Nothing about this was going to be easy, was it?

The trick of course was going to be getting to the bathroom without calling Shannen's attention to my predicament. Which meant I somehow had to hide the fact that I was sporting major wood without appearing to be obvious. So what did that mean? I point out the window and gasp 'Look Shannen, it's Superman!' and when she turns to see what the hell I'm raving about I make a run for it? Or maybe I push some papers to the floor and when she bends over to pick them up... nah, that won't work. My luck, when she bends over I'll just get caught staring down her top again and then Shannen will see what I'm trying to hide from her and we're right back to me being taken out in handcuffs. Or maybe... maybe I should just grab a file folder and excuse myself and walk calmly into the bathroom like a normal person. I guess that could work.

Doing exactly that, I took a folder from the top of a small pile and holding it in between Shannen's line of sight and my crotch I hastily excused myself and tried to walk evenly to the bathroom. Unfortunately I wasn't as cool about the whole thing as I would have liked and Shannen caught on that something just wasn't right.

"Huh? Oh, okay. Take your time and I'll read some more of that bio-tech company's brochure. Hey, is everything all right? You look kind of overheated."

Without turning around I called back to her that I was fine, I just needed to use the facilities. I was only a couple of steps from the door by this point and I opened it and hustled inside, letting the door close behind me and cutting off any further response from Shannen. Whew! Made it.

Once inside the bathroom I looked around and considered exactly how I was going to do this. The bathroom was a unisex, for use only by myself, a part-time assistant who worked Tuesdays through Thursdays and any clients that might need it. And, since it was a unisex, used by both men and women, state law required that there be some place to lie down in the event someone should feel ill. For that purpose there was a small couch/day bed located just inside the bathroom door to the left and well away from the room's one stall and sole urinal. Perfect. Now I just had to, you know, do it.

With an exasperated sigh, and more than one mumbled curse, I moved over to the couch and began undoing my belt and zipper. When my pants were down around my ankles I paused briefly and sent up another silent complaint about the indignity of it all before pushing my boxers to the ground to join them.

Freed at last from the confines of my underwear my cock bounced saucily a time or two before settling down to point proudly straight out from my body.

Wow.

I'll give them credit. The drug works.

I stood there for a few moments looking down at my erection, impressed with the results even though I had not been having any problems in this area before. Still, from what I could tell my dick was harder than I could ever remember it being and it even appeared to be a little larger than normal, both in length and girth. Not much, but just enough to bring a small smile to my face. It was also, kinda... purple. Especially around the head. I dismissed this as being a result of all the extra blood that was dilating my member. The same blood that was causing me to achieve my full potential so to speak, and if the one came with the other then somehow I'd learn to live with the change in color.

Everything looked okay. But how would it feel?

There was only one way to find out. I reached down and cautiously wrapped my hand around my pole, moving it up and down the shaft slowly. Whoa. That felt good! My smile grew a little larger. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

Tick tock. Tick tock.

Time was passing. I had to get moving before Shannen started to wonder what was taking me so long.

Taking a seat on the couch I grasped my dick once more and started to stroke it while I searched for something to think about that would facilitate the process and help me reach orgasm. In other words I needed a fantasy to help me jerk off. I mentally reviewed some of my favorite porn scenes but rejected them all as being unfit. They worked well enough when I was actually watching them on a large screen, but for this situation they just wouldn't cut it. A supermodel then? Or, perhaps a celebrity. My smile grew again. Why not. I had the perfect one in mind.

All the pieces now in place I closed my eyes and started to think once more about the incredible breasts that had been all too briefly displayed before me just minutes before. My hand started to pick up steam as I mentally paused the picture, Shannen's tits and perfect nipples frozen in place, my imagination free to do with them what it will. Wait. Damn. I needed some tissues.

My eyes snapped open and I frowned when I realized I had forgotten to get something to clean up with after I was finished. I stood up and was about to walk over to the sink when I remembered that my pants and boxers were still around my ankles. I quickly pushed them off and placed them on the couch then went to the sink for some paper towels.

Towels in hand I returned to the couch and retook my seat, closing my eyes once again and starting the fantasy over from scratch. It took a few seconds but soon I was back where I had been before the interruption and had even been able to add to the daydream, imaging how it would feel to caress Shannen's boobs. As the image solidified in my mind, reaching the point where I could almost feel Shannen's tit laying heavy in my palm, my hand started to fly over my rod and a small groan escaped from my lips.

"Unnnhhhh!"

Knock knock.

"Is everything all right in there?"

SON OF A FUCKING BITCH!

I opened my eyes and turned my head towards the door and in a strained voice answered Shannen's question, "Yes. Ahem. Everything's fine. Ahem. I'm fine. I'll be right out!"

"You don't sound fine. Are you sure everything is okay? Do you need anything?"

Do I need anything? Yeah, five more minutes uninterrupted. That's what I need. I frantically tried to think of something to say that would satisfy Shannen and get me the time I needed to complete my task. The only good thing about all this was that I didn't have to worry about my erection going down in the meantime. Or maybe that wasn't such a good thing. I don't know, I was kind of confused. Unfortunately, I was also out of time. When I didn't answer right away Shannen took that as a sign that I was in need of some assistance.

"That's it. I'm coming in."

Coming in? She couldn't come in. I wasn't finished yet. Oh shit. Did I lock the door? OH SHIT! My eyes went round as saucers as they shifted down to the door handle and I watched as it turned downward and the door started to open. NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! I leapt towards the door, hoping that I could somehow get there before Shannen could step in, but I was already too late, her head poking through and starting to look around the room for me. In retrospect it probably would have been better if I had used what little time was available to me to find something to cover myself with. Perhaps my underwear. Instead I was now standing halfway between the couch and the door, nude from the waist down, my uncaring prick still proudly standing at attention and my hands reaching out in front of me.

"Where are you? Oh there you... OH MY GOD! YOU SICK BASTARD!"

So, do you think she saw me?

"Shannen wait. This is not what it looks like!"

"NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE! SO YOU'RE NOT STANDING THERE HALF NAKED WITH YOUR HARDON WAVING IN THE AIR AND YOU WEREN'T IN HERE JERKING OFF YOU DISGUSTING FREAK!"

Lucky guess.

I tried to explain that while she was technically right, it wasn't as disgusting as she made it sound, but she had already turned around and left the room. I hurried back to the couch and pulled on my boxers, figuring that I didn't have the time to put on my pants as well, I had to stop her before she left the office, and now was not exactly the time to be modest.

Exiting the bathroom I found Shannen over by the conference table collecting her purse and papers. I headed over that way already talking as I went, hoping that somehow I could get her to listen to me.

"Shannen wait. Let me explain..."

"YOU STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU FUCKING PERVERT! COME ANY CLOSER AND I'M CALLING THE COPS!"

"Shannen please. I can explain..."

"EXPLAIN! EXPLAIN!" She was coming out from behind the table and moving towards the office door and her voice was starting to get shrill, "HOW CAN YOU EXPLAIN THIS. LOOK AT YOU! YOU CAN'T EVEN KEEP THAT THING IN YOUR PANTS!"

Oh man. Goddammit. My penis was now poking out through the button fly of my boxers. Fucking Michael Jordan. I tried to get my dick back into my underwear but met with limited success, the resultant tent being only little better than leaving it out in the open. This did nothing to ease Shannen's anxiety, except this time when she spoke there was less volume and more disgust in her voice.

"Doesn't that thing ever go down you sick fuck!?!"

The pressure of the situation finally getting to me, my own voice went up a level or two and I snapped back, "NO. THAT'S THE WHOLE FUCKING PROBLEM! IT WON'T GO DOWN!" I stopped there and took a deep breath, trying to get myself back under control before continuing on, "Which you would know if you would only stop shouting for a second and let me explain."

"FINE!" She paused and narrowed her eyes in annoyance, but when she resumed speaking it was in a more normal tone, however her anger was still apparent, "Fine. You go ahead and explain. Explain to me why I shouldn't just leave here and call the cops and have your ass thrown in jail. Then tell me why I shouldn't contact every one of your clients and tell them what you did here today. Go on. Explain."

"All right, I will. You see... I... The reason I..." I tried. I really tried, but I just couldn't think of how to begin. I knew exactly why everything had transpired as it did, but I didn't know how I was going to explain it all in a way that Shannen would believe. I tried one more time before I threw my hands up in exasperation and let out a cry of pure frustration, "You see, it's like this. I... I... ARRRRRRRRRR!!! FUCK! WHY DID I EVER TAKE THAT FUCKING PILL?"

That got Shannen's attention, "Pill? What pill?"

So I told her. Told her about my trip to the doctor and the little pack of fun I had returned with from his office and why I had made the obviously unwise decision to take one of the pills before our meeting. Then she asked me why I had gone to the doctor in the first place and I told her about my plans for the weekend, and that led to talking about my concerns and before I knew it I was telling her the entire story, everything that had happened since my last breakup that had led us to this point. By the time I was done more than twenty minutes had passed and I was sitting on the couch that ran along the wall behind the conference table and she was back in her seat, not more than five feet away from me, her anger slowly having bled off like so much steam as she listened to my improbable, but entirely factual, tale of woe.

When I ran out of words I sat there for a minute and watched Shannen watching me. The time had done nothing to diminish my erection, it continued to poke against the fabric of my shorts and every time I had shifted in my seat I had to be careful not to let some or all of my shaft escape through the opening in the front. I was not always successful and I had ended up sitting with my hands clasped in my lap and pinning my errant penis against my leg. We sat there watching each other, Shannen giving me a frank look before allowing a small grin to touch her lips. Good. That was so much better than when she was threatening to mace me.

"Okay. Well, I just have to say... That was an amazingly stupid thing you did."

One of the things I've always liked about Shannen, aside from the fact that she's fookin' hot, is that she doesn't mince words. She says what's on her mind, and if you don't like it then to hell with you. She neither wants nor needs anyone's approval. And it's not exactly like she was wrong. It was stupid to take the pill. I could see that now. Problem was, I had taken it, and I still had a gigantic hardon.

"Okay. What's done is done. I understand now what happened and why it happened, but what I don't get is, how did it happen? I thought these pills needed something to set them off? Some sort of... trigger? Or am I wrong and they just go to work after a certain amount of time?"

Shannen was looking out the window when she asked the question but she looked over just in time to see me flush and glance down to my feet.

"What? What is it? You know what happened to get you... going? Tell me!" The 'Tell me' had more of a pleading tone to it than a commanding one, another indication to me that Shannen was no longer quite so enraged as she had been earlier.




Planning Ahead



"Um, yeah. Sort of. See the doctor said the, trigger, was sexual stimulation and I thought that would mean physical contact, but it turns out it can be any kind of sexual stimulation. Something I hear. Or smell. Or see."

I looked up as I said these last words and my eyes could not help but pause on Shannen's chest as they traveled up to her face and she followed my gaze, glancing down to her breasts and back up to my rapidly coloring cheeks. She put two and two together, came up with the right total and, to my everlasting astonishment... giggled.

Her hand went up to cover her mouth as she tried to stifle any further chuckles and when she looked back at me there was a twinkle in her eye as she commented, "Wow. You must be really, really horny."

"You have no idea."

"Oh, I think I might be able to imagine."

She stood up as she was saying this, starting to walk over to the couch where I was sitting and crossing the short distance in only a couple of steps. When she reached me she just stood in front of me for a long moment, keeping me waiting for whatever it was she was going to do next.

"Stand up."

Generally speaking I'm not the overly suspicious type, but when a woman who just a short while ago was threatening me with everything from legal action to castration by a spork makes a demand of me that might put me in a vulnerable position, I tend to get a bit wary, "Why?"

"Would you just stand up? It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."

That's what she says now.

With one last doubtful look upwards I started to get to my feet. It wasn't as easy as it should have been, 'cause in spite of Shannen's assurance she was not going to harm me, I kept my hands clasped in front of my groin just to be safe. When I was standing next to her she just shook her head and rolled her eyes a little, then with alarming swiftness got down on her knees and started tugging at my shorts.

"What are you doing!?!"

To my credit, I did not shriek this like a little girl encountering a bug. It was much more manly than that. More of a squawk.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm taking off your underwear. Relax would you?"

"Why?" My spider sense was tingling.

"I should think that would be obvious. You still have an erection don't you?"

"Yes, but..."

"And you still need to do something about that, right?"

"Well yes, but..."

"So what were you planning on doing? Going back into the bathroom to finish what you started while I sat out here playing solitaire on your computer?"

Now that she mentioned it, no, going back into the bathroom to finish masturbating was completely out of the question. So what was I going to do? Wait for Shannen to leave? Stay in the office for the next 36 hours waiting for the drug to exit my system? That didn't sound too appetizing either.

"No, I couldn't do that."

"Exactly. So I'm going to help you."

The words echoed through my mind for several seconds, my eyes going wide when I finally understood what Shannen was suggesting. Our gazes locked and I blinked a couple of times in disbelief until Shannen raised an eyebrow to me in question. When I didn't respond she nodded her head in the direction of my crotch. To where my hands were still clenched in the material of my shorts, stopping her from getting the undergarment down my legs. With a short "Oh!" I moved my hands and Shannen lowered my boxers to the floor. 

When my penis hit the open air for a second time it repeated its actions from the bathroom, bobbing in place for a moment before settling down and pointing straight ahead, its attention now riveted on the beautiful woman kneeling right in front of it. Shannen watched my member dip only to spring back upwards when it cleared the waistband with a lopsided grin on her face. 

"I do like it when toys come out of the box already assembled."

"It is quite the time saver."

Looking down as I said this I saw Shannen's grin grow wider. Even though the screaming and threats and recriminations had ended some time ago, having such a simple exchange and seeing Shannen smile because of it had me heaving a silent sigh of relief. I had screwed up royally, but it was all working out in the end. Now I just had to hope that Shannen wasn't simply acting and was just taking advantage of my weakness in order to extract a particularly nasty and painful revenge. Or, even worse, what if she wasn't intent on revenge, nor had any intention of really helping me out of this mess. What if she was just, cue the organist, duh duh duh... a tease?

The answer to that last question came only a moment later when Shannen lifted her right hand and gently placed it on my dick.

Oh that feels nice.

Her hand was so soft, and to my blood engorged phallus so welcome, that I couldn't wait for Shannen to stroke my shaft and my hips involuntarily shifted forward causing my rod to slide a bit in her hand. She giggled again and raised her other hand to my thigh to keep me from doing that anymore.

"I know. You're really horny."

Well I was. And the pill and the tits and the brief time in the bathroom and now Shannen's hand had only exacerbated the situation. I was ready to explode. So I think a little eagerness on my part can be excused. Maybe Shannen thought so too, because she didn't give me another chance to pump her hand, she was already moving it slowly up and down my length.

My eyes closed and stayed that way for long seconds as I stood there while Shannen gave me a handjob. She obviously had some prior experience at it because she did not just grip my shaft and have at it, she kept her thumb extended and allowed it to drag along behind her hand against the underside of my cock. Every now and then as she moved her hand up my rod she would rub the thumb over the glans before starting the trip back down to my balls. I kept my eyes closed as I focused on the sensations, enjoying the feel of Shannen's hand on my flesh far more than my own.

Yeah, that felt really, really nice.

"Do you like what you see?"

See? Who wanted to see? I wanted to feel this. And seeing would mean I'd have to open my eyes and I wasn't ready to do that yet. But, it's probably for the best if I just play along.

"Unh... yeah, that's great. Looks really great." 

"So it's true what they say, doing this can cause you to go blind."

That got me to open my eyes and I looked down to see Shannen gazing back up at me with an extremely silly expression on her face, causing me to snort a bit in surprise. Busted. Normally I would have been embarrassed at being caught like that, but the time for feeling self-conscious had passed when Shannen walked in on me in the bathroom. So I decided to respond with humor instead.

"Yeah my dad used to tell me the same thing. He said masturbating too much could cause blindness."

"And what did you say to him when he told you that?"

"Hey dad! I'm over here!"

You'd be surprised how many people don't get that joke at first, a blank look often being the initial reaction until they work it through. But not Shannen. She got it right away and started laughing so hard she stopped moving her hand for a few moments. I didn't tell her that the joke was not mine, I had heard it from a comedian some time back, and while everything else from his routine was soon forgotten, that one stayed with me. When her laughter subsided she resumed stroking my cock, but a smile remained on her lips.

"You're funny. I didn't know that."

"I keep it well hidden."

Another chuckle and now Shannen reached up with her left hand and took my right in hers. I thought that maybe she just wanted to hold hands for some reason, maybe it was her way of making the experience less impersonal, but then she pulled my hand down and slipped it inside her shirt to rest on her left tit. I had to bend over a bit to reach her, but it will probably come as no surprise to you, I was not complaining. Her boob felt nice too.

"There. Now we're both getting something out of this."

I gave her breast a squeeze.

"That's what I'm talking about."

My turn to chuckle, quickly ended when Shannen took her free hand and brought it up to cup my balls. My eyes closed once more and I let out a soft groan.

"Unnnhhh."

We remained like this for a few minutes, both of us working our hands to bring as much pleasure to the other as we could, with me admittedly getting the better end of that deal. I had opened my eyes again, shifting them back and forth between Shannen's face and her hand, with occasional side trips down her blouse to my own hand, when she looked up and caught my eye for the first time in several minutes.

"So? How're you doing there?"

This seemed a strange time for chitchat. I looked down at Shannen in some puzzlement and she nodded her head towards my groin and with that I understood what she was asking. Was I getting close to my orgasm. That was actually a pretty good question. And the answer caught me by surprise. No, I wasn't. Which led to the obvious next question, Why not? I don't know. I should have been getting close. Hell, I really should have popped by now. All the stimulation and all the frustration and all the excitement should have added up to a quick climax, but it clearly hadn't. I could only shrug in answer to Shannen's inquiry.

"Okay, this is taking too long. Time for plan B. Sit on the couch."

Hey Shannen makes plans too! Wait. Sit on the couch?

"Um, why do you want me to sit on the couch?"

"Would you just sit down?"

With another small shrug I moved over to the couch and sat down. I mean, why not? Things had worked out well enough when she told me to stand up earlier. It seemed silly to not trust her now.

"Thank you."

As soon as I was settled Shannen reached down and pulled my boxers all the way off then moved into position between my legs and rested her hands on my thighs. After only a slight delay she returned her right hand to my dick and started to rub it up and down my shaft once more. I was just about to close my eyes when I saw her move her head towards my crotch. What the...?

When her mouth closed around my penis I started to surge up from the couch but Shannen was ready for me and she lifted her right hand and placed it on my abdomen, pushing me back down into my seat. It's not that I objected to what she was doing - a beautiful, raven-haired TV star with great tits was giving me a blowjob, what was there to gripe about? -- but boy did she ever catch me by surprise.

Shannen's head bobbed up and down on my pole a number of times as I sat there in wide-eyed shock. I had resumed my seat but in nowhere near the same relaxed posture as when I had first taken it. I was sitting bolt upright with my ass on the edge of the sofa and I had both hands pressed into the cushions on either side of me, pushing down on them hard enough to raise my butt until it was just barely making contact with the soft pads. On her next trip up my shaft, Shannen paused with just the head of my prick still in her mouth and she licked all around the swollen glans, making a big show of it and keeping her eyes locked with mine the entire time. When she had made the circuit numerous times she lifted her mouth off my cock, but kept the tongue in constant contact and she used the tip to lick softly at the opening before slowly dragging her tongue down the underside of my rod to my nuts.

I'm going to venture a guess here and say Shannen obviously had some prior experience at giving blowjobs also. I could be wrong though, so don't hold me to that.

She used her right hand to press my erect phallus against my abdomen while she licked and sucked at my balls, taking the scrotum into her mouth and sucking, pulling the testes away from my body and then letting them fall from her mouth before going back in again and licking from one side of my balls to the other. She spent a considerable amount of time down there, making sure that each side got equal treatment, then ended up just swirling her tongue around, hitting first the right testicle, then the shaft and then the left testicle before returning to the right to start all over again. Great googly moogly, that is easily one of my most favorite feelings in the world. Show me the guy who does not like to have his nuts sucked and I'll show you a guy who's... just plain nuts. Either that, or he's never been with the right woman.

Deciding that she'd had about enough of that for the moment, Shannen started the journey back up my dick, moving faster this time and then closing her mouth over the head once again. She did not take as much of my flesh into her mouth this time, instead moving about half my length into her before backing off, repeating the motion quickly, three, four, five times, then slowing down for a few more. Next, she let her mouth lift mostly off me until only her lips were touching me at the very tip of my cock and then she started to rub my erection over her lips, her tongue eventually snaking out to flutter all around my glans.

Of course none of this was making it any easier for me to relax back into my seat and I sat there with my balled fists still pressed into the couch, watching as she tilted her head to the left and with her mouth partly open slid down my pole along the right side, her tongue working the bottom of my prick while her upper lip worked the top. Again when she reached the bottom she spent some time working on my balls, using her hand to stroke me while her mouth was occupied elsewhere.

This time when she had finished bathing my sac with her tongue she pulled her mouth completely away from me and waited until I looked into her eyes. Keeping our eyes fixed she then used her hand to tilt my penis away from my body a bit and in one swift motion swallowed my cock all the way to the root and applied enough suction to create her own gravity well. With one hand angling my dick outwards and the other supporting her weight Shannen had no free hands left over to stop me lifting halfway out of my seat and sending my unit even further down her throat. She took it in stride, her eyes never leaving mine and the vacuum seal she had created around the base of my shaft never breaking until the need for oxygen forced her to release me.

Oh. My. God. How is it this woman does not get offered more roles?

Freed from Shannen's mouth I fell back to the sofa, but I wasn't given any time to relax before she had once again swallowed my sword and formed an air-tight lock around me. But unlike the previous time Shannen did not wait until she was out of breath to let go, maintaining her position for only a short time before she started to back off, keeping the suction steady until only about a quarter of my prick was left caught by her lips. Once there she tilted her head a little to the left and plunged down my shaft to the bottom, then twisted her head back to the upright position as she pulled back, still sucking with every ounce of energy she had. It took her less than a minute of doing this to get the results she was looking for.

"Oh God Shannen! Here I cum! UUUNNNNNhhhhhhh!!!"

My hips lifted off the couch one last time as I came and my hands sprang up to land on Shannen's head, not giving her any chance to move away as I started spurting my cum down her throat. It was an involuntary response, not that that was going to be of much use if it turned out that Shannen was by nature a spitter, and not a swallower. The first jet was followed by a second and a third and then I lost count as the tension built up over eight long months of going without, not to mention the strain of the last hour or so, started to dissipate little by little, almost as if being carried away by each squirt of my cum. Given just how stressed out I had become recently, I must have cum buckets. But Shannen was a real trooper and she stayed with me without complaint even after my hands had fallen back to my side and I had resettled in my seat. She kept on licking and sucking and jerking me for long minutes until finally, with a soft pop, she let my penis drop from her mouth, reaching up with her left hand to dab at the corner of her mouth while continuing to stroke me with her right. We sat there looking at each other while my hammering heart began to slow down, and then for no apparent reason I started to laugh.

"Whew!"

Smiling up at me, Shannen waited until I had wound down a bit before saying "Well someone's happy. Guess you liked that, huh?"

"Hell yes. That was friggin' amazing. Thank you."

"It seemed to be the least I could do, but you're welcome anyway."

We remained like that for a couple of minutes more, neither one of us in any apparent hurry to get up and get back to work. As time passed I noticed Shannen looking at me curiously. Well, not exactly looking at me. More like she was looking at my crotch.

"What's the matter?"

"Um. Shouldn't this have gone down by now?"

That's when I first realized that my erection was not in the least bit reduced by my recent orgasm.

"Um, yeah. I think so. I mean yeah, we're done after all. Sexual activity has concluded."

"Then why hasn't it, you know... shriveled?"

"I don't know." And I didn't know. As I understood it the drug would last long enough to see me through the act, then, once sex had completed, the erection would go down as normal. At least that's how I thought it should work. Unless...

"Oh."

"Oh? Oh! What the hell does 'Oh' mean?"

"Remember how I told you how I took the pill at lunchtime?"

"Yeah? So what? That was, what? Two hours ago?"

"About. Did I happen to mention that I took the 20mg dosage?"

"So? What does that mean?"

"That's the strongest dosage they make. I was supposed to start with the 2mg or maybe the 5mg dosage to see how it affected me before moving up to a stronger dosage."

"Wait. You're saying that you took a pill ten times stronger than the dose you should have taken?"

"Yes."

Okay, that one came out as something like a squeak, I'll give you that. But I was more than a little concerned that Shannen was going to lose it again, and she really does have some tiny anger issues. Little ones. Nothing to be alarmed by, unless of course you happen to be in her immediate vicinity. Say a one block radius.

But she didn't look like she was angry. She looked more... incredulous than anything else. After a few seconds of stunned silence she shook her head and looked up at me.

"Boy when you do something stupid, you really put your heart into it. I think this is the dumbest thing I've heard anyone do in a long, long time. Do you have any children? Because if you don't I think this could qualify you for a Darwin award. Assuming you don't survive that is."

That got a frown out of me. It wasn't the brightest idea I'd ever had, admittedly, but surely there were other people in the world doing stupider things. I mean, come on, it's not like I was playing Russian roulette with a functioning landmine. Now that would be stupid.

However, once again Shannen showed that she would say it like it is then move on. I admire that kind of honesty in a person. I just wish it wasn't being directed at me.

"All right, you took the strongest pill they make. So now what? Will it ever go down? Do we need to get you to a doctor?"

I had to struggle to remember some of the things the doctor told me. It probably would have helped if I had paid more attention to him when he was talking, but I didn't, so there was no sense kicking myself over that now. I did remember one thing though, and it gave me some hope that this problem would eventually go away.

"No I don't think I need to see the doctor yet. I remember him telling me that erections lasting longer than four hours were unusual, but they did happen sometimes, and that if I found myself still hard I shouldn't worry, just give it time to go down. And to call him if it didn't go down after four hours. So I think I should wait and follow his advice."




Planning and Hard Work



It took a lot of planning and some hard work to get the weekend lined up, but I thought I had everything settled. There were going to be twelve of us, six boys and six girls, for a long weekend just after high school graduation. There were only two couples, which was a little surprising, but the work needed to guarantee graduation had been really hard on relationships. As you'd expect, we were all eighteen. There had actually been someone younger in our class, one of those once a decade brilliant students, but she wasn't invited. None of us was a virgin, I think. You can't tell, since it's not cool to be a virgin after about fifteen in our neck of the woods. I'd been just over eighteen when a friend of my older sister's took pity on me a few months ago and showed me why sex is the favourite indoor sport, but not even my closest friends knew I hadn't done it before that.

Dad agreed to let us use the cottage, Friday through Sunday, but on conditions. One was to clean it up after so well no one would know we'd been there. I'd kind of expected that. The other was only limited drinking: two beer each per day. I wasn't happy about that, because one of the reasons for the party was to have a humongous drunk. Dad probably had that figured out, but he also thought he wasn't going to be even partway responsible for any accidents or drunk driving charges, and we were not really of drinking age yet. An accident could be a real problem, since Dad had managed to tie up the whole lake, and ours was the only cottage on it. The nearest neighbour was a couple of miles away, and probably wouldn't even be there. At least we could make as much noise as we wanted to.

I suppose we could have got around Dad's limit on booze, but he'd been good enough to let us have the cottage without imposing a chaperone, like my older sister or my mother. Besides, if we had a terrible drunk, word would have got out. It always does, even when everybody is sworn to secrecy and nobody says anything. So I was going to be rough on booze and had made it known. Hank Eldridge said he wanted a drunk more than socialization, so he wouldn't come. That put us down to eleven.

I spent a couple of weeks shopping. Mom helped, to make sure that there was real food with vitamins and stuff mixed in with the pop and the chips and whatever I was insisting on.

"Geez, Mom," I whined. "I barely know how to cook an egg."

"Time to learn."

Dad took me aside and explained:

"You've got to keep your strength up, you know. Somebody will know how to cook. I seem to remember Frank Deering is a good cook. Pay attention. A good and willing cook is more likely to attract a woman than the captain of the football team, at least if you're looking for a long term relationship."

The cottage, as I said, was kind of remote, five miles off the nearest pavement. Dad said it had cost the earth to get power in. It was in a gorgeous setting. We had a wharf and a raft, with a swimming area marked off. There was a boat and a canoe. Dad refused to allow an outboard motor.

Inside the cottage had a big central room, which got used mostly in family gatherings. There were lots of chairs and cushions, so everybody could get comfortable. The kitchen was off to the side, and had all the things you needed, I guess. Mom never complained. There were three bedrooms upstairs and a sort of privacy nook downstairs, next to Dad's study. He loved coming out to the cottage but frequently had to bring work out with him. The big room had a pair of hide-a-bed's and there was another bed in the downstairs nook. There was a full bath upstairs and another downstairs.

I should admit that the cottage wouldn't have been called a cottage by most people. It was winterized and solid and if you wanted to, you could live in it year round. More like a lake house, but we always called it the cottage.

Graduation had been on Thursday, with the grad dance after. We were all proud of ourselves for successfully completing high school. We lost another guy who just hadn't been able to do English the way the school taught it, and would not graduate until after summer school, assuming he made the grade then. He told me he was too embarrassed to mix with the real grads, so that brought us to ten.

Joe Grisby and Dianne Julien had had a real dustup at the grad dance. I think it had to do with whether she was going to put out, or maybe that she put out a little too indiscriminately to suit Joe. Whichever it was, they weren't coming as a couple. About an hour after they cancelled they each called to ask if they could come separately. I agreed. If we lost too many more no one was going to be there. In the meantime I found out our other couple had split, too, after the dance, and refused to come anywhere the other might be. When she found out Ted wasn't coming, Fran said she'd be there.

Our last casualty was Georgie Reynolds, who hadn't been able to get time off work, and needed the job to pay her tuition in the fall. That left me with eight, which would be okay. There was an imbalance with five girls and three boys. I knew the guys wouldn't mind, but I did call around to the girls just to give them a heads up.

"Look, I'm not asking anybody to volunteer not to come or anything, but I just thought you should know that there's only going to be three guys and five girls. If that causes you a problem, you might not want to come, even though I'd love to have you." That was a subtle double entendre, of course, since there wasn't one of them I wouldn't love to have. Several times. All right, not that subtle.

My preference was Angela Kirby, who was a slim blonde. Angela and I used to have these strange conversations about all sorts of abstruse subjects when we were younger, although lately we never talked very much to each other. She'd gone out with a few guys, but they never talked about her. That was unusual, for sure. We all boasted about our conquests, even me (mostly before I had any). For example, I knew Frank had been banging Georgie before they broke up in March. If you hadn't made it, you explained that the girl was frigid. Karen Hamilton had that reputation, though I knew it was a lie. You could say I had personally had it disproved to me. I was more than happy Karen had agreed to come.

Back to my crush on Angela. Angela had the cutest little ass and the nicest legs and perky little breasts that fit her slimness. On top of that, she was radiant. I suppose you couldn't say she was much more than pretty (really pretty, I'd say), but she had life in her, and good humour, and a sort of bubbly vivaciousness that was quietly pervasive. That's more than a little contradictory, I think, but describing Angela always causes problems. She just is, and thank heaven for that.

I'd never had the courage to ask her out even though we went back a long ways. I couldn't talk anymore when she was around. That problem started when I recognized she was a sexual being. I think a lot of guys had that problem, though I really don't think any were as smitten as I was. Claude Estey, the class horndog, who had not been left off the invitation list by accident, had gone out with her a couple of times, and even he didn't talk about it, which was really strange.

I have absolutely no idea why she agreed to come to my weekend party. Maybe she hoped to get together with one of the guys, maybe she was good friends with one of the girls, who knew? I was crazy happy that she was coming, though.

Fortunately, none of the girls - young women, I guess, but it's hard to shift over to that mode with people you went to grade school with - had a problem with there being a few extra girls.

I'll give you a quick run through the guests, though you probably won't be any better at keeping track of them than I was. There was Joe, who'd broken up with Dianne, Frank, the cook, and me. All of us were sort of okay, reasonably good-looking and fit but nothing too special. You could have picked us off the shelf at any teen mart (eighteen plus section) and not had to pay extra for special features.

The girls were Angela, my former buddy and now secret love (lust); Dianne, brunette, five six, C-cup maybe, nice ass; Sarah, tawny blonde, five four, big C or little D, slightly heavy; Fran, brown hair, five eight, slim, maybe a B, a touch skinny; and Karen, five six, red hair, a definite C (I'd checked her bra when we had sex) and a very nice ass. Karen and I had gone out a few times and had fun, but decided we weren't really made for each other.

I went out to the cottage first with the last of the goodies. I'd made about three trips earlier in the week with bedding and comestibles. I had the beer with me, this time. It didn't take long to ensure everything was in order. Karen, who'd come out on one of my earlier trips with me, to learn the way and for other reasons, brought three other girls: Sarah, Angela and Dianne. You couldn't let Dianne and Joe be in the same car just yet, not where there was a three quarter hour drive, anyway. Joe brought his car, with Frank and Fran Valiant. Joe told me they were making eyes and maybe a little more at each other all the way to the cottage. Didn't seem like Fran was missing Ted.

So here we all were early Friday afternoon, bubbling over with pride and relief we'd finished high school, effectively away from civilization, and high on youth and energy and success instead of drugs or alcohol. At least, that's how I explained it to myself later.

First off, everyone changed into a swimsuit and spent some time in the water and on our little beach (Dad had brought the sand in years ago). Most of the suits were pretty tame, to the extent that a beautiful teen in a bikini is ever tame, but Dianne had the next best thing to a string bikini - one seemingly made out of two pieces of string - and it confirmed that she had a choice ass (all of it was on display, after all), that she shaved down there, and that she didn't wear a padded bra. All of this information was, of course, critically important to the boys, who all ran it up the flagpole and then tried to hide the salutes.

Joe was the one who finally figured out that if we were going to hide our erections, we were never, ever going to get out of the water. I think Karen, and perhaps Sarah, were both really pissed that they hadn't thought to copy Dianne's suit. Angela didn't seem to notice. Fran went back in and changed into her own string bikini, and that was when Joe gave up trying to hide his erection. He just assumed his swimsuit was going to be tented until everyone went home Sunday. He was right about all three of us.

After a little play in the water involving touchy-feely with whoever was interested, I got out and just lay back on one of the lounge chairs to watch the scenery for a bit. It was extremely pleasant scenery. While in the water, I'd captured a couple of asses, Karen's and Dianne's, and grabbed a couple of tits, which somehow turned out to be Angela's even though I'd been aiming for Fran's. Angela didn't seem to mind. Fran minded that I'd missed hers.

For some reason, Karen, who looked pretty good in a conventional bikini, red and on the small side, thought she was dowdy, or something. She stood up in a fairly shallow spot near the beach and pulled off her bikini top. Now, that was a show, let me tell you. Karen, as I had reason to know, had very nice tits that were certainly bigger than Angela's, the ones I'd had in my hands a few minutes ago. Her nipples, on the stubby side but quite fat, were strongly erect. The boys went 

"Whoo-hoo, take it off."

Karen turned around, leaned over, stuck her tush at us, slipped her bottoms down and mooned us with a quite lovely ass, then unfortunately pulled up her drawers and we couldn't even see those lovely tits. Either she'd got the reaction she was looking for, or we'd crossed some sort of invisible and unknowable line, since she put her top back on, too.

About three, after an hour or so of sun and frolic, most of us went back in for a nap. We planned to stay up quite late. There was a little jostling as people looked for a bed. Joe usurped one of the bedrooms with Karen, making damned sure Dianne saw him with a possessive hand on Karen's shapely ass. Didn't look like they were going to nap right away. Frank went into the kitchen to see about dinner preparations, followed pretty closely by Fran in, or mostly out of, her string bikini. Sarah and Dianne got dibs on the other bedroom.

Angela had to find somewhere to nap.

"There's room downstairs in the nook, though I don't know how quiet it will be with Frank getting supper ready. I've got a queen, so if you want to nap with me that should be okay. The bedrooms are pretty well soundproofed," I offered.

Maybe I was getting into the atmosphere. I hadn't expected anybody to be fucking until the evening, and then probably just one couple. It looked to me that Joe and Frank were both going to get their rocks off before their naps. Perhaps with all the sexy ladies around, I was able to go back to what I'd had with Angela once, talking freely with somebody good looking but not smashing, just comfortable. Once I'd been broken in, as it were, I was much more comfortable around women, and I don't know why I hadn't used that new-found confidence to be good friends with Angela again.

Angela said she'd nap with me if I promised a nap was all I had in mind. I couldn't promise that, not with her standing in front of me in that bikini. God, she looked scrumptious.

"Tell you what," I told her. "I promise that I won't do anything you don't want. I'll keep my hands to myself. But you look so wonderful, I can't promise anything about what goes through my mind."

She smiled happily.

"That's all right, then. You can make mad passionate love to me in your head as long as it stays there."

Angela figured out that her suit was too wet to wear even for a nap, and she wasn't going to trust me far enough to get into bed naked with me. On the other hand, it sounded like things were getting hot and heavy in the room her clothes were in.

"There's a robe in the bathroom, Angela. You can change there. I can't control what I want to do, but I promise to be good."

"Oh, I don't have any doubts you'll be good," she replied archly.

Angela came back, bundled up in a robe several sizes too big for her. I'd changed, too, since I was wet, and threw on a pair of pyjama pants and settled in. She slid in beside me, and spooned up to my warmth. I got hard, fast, with the girl of my dreams snuggled up somewhere in the folds of that enormous robe, stark naked beside me. I figured I'd just lost any chance of a sleep when her little hand slid over to grasp mine.

Maybe it was the comfort of going back to the years when Angela and I had held hands so unconsciously, even at ten, when boys were supposed to hate girls. I dozed off luxuriating in the comfort of a sweet girl nestled up to me. She probably slept well, too.

A couple of hours later I woke. Angela was still sleeping. Somehow, that enormous robe had worked its way down off her shoulders, exposing her perky breasts, slightly under a handful each, but exquisite, gorgeous, wonderful. I just stared. It was probably the heat of my gaze that woke her up. My eyes were probably burning her.

"Oh, you have been a gentleman," she muttered sleepily. "Do you like what you see?"

"Oh my god, yes, they're perfect. Like you, Angela."

She blushed slightly at the compliment and shrugged the robe back up over her shoulders. It didn't matter. The view had been seared into my brain in a way that I would never forget.

"No moans and groans because I covered up?"

"No, dear, I couldn't forget that glimpse of heaven if I tried, and I'd never want to try." I'd have to remember that line, I thought. It certainly made Angela happy. It provoked one of her megawatt smiles, which was enough reward for me. Maybe Angela had figured out that it wasn't a line, that I'd meant every word. She knew me well enough. An eighteen-year-old isn't that much different from the ten-year-old he grew from, after all, just bigger and hornier.

Her room was accessible again, so she went off to get some clothes on, unfortunately. We'd had a little getting back together, and I'd been good, and my cock was going to fall off, it was so hard.

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Frank had done himself proud, putting together the ingredients for a very good buffet from the things Mom had insisted I get before he went off and got laid. We had munchies for later on, too. Everybody wandered up and down the tables, getting a plateful or an eyeful. The girls were all dressed to attract the eye, of course, since there were only three guys and five of them. Despite rumour, assiduously propagated by all teenage boys, we didn't have the stamina to satisfy all of them in one night. On the other hand, I thought maybe most, even all, of them weren't averse to a little girl on girl experimentation, so everybody would have a chance to get off.

After supper, and a little time to let the food settle and get the place cleaned up, which already involved washing a couple of sets of sheets, we agreed to hit the lake again for a half hour or so. A couple of the girls, Fran and Dianne, went in topless. They were more fun to catch in the fooling around part of the swim, that started a minute or so after they went in, and lasted until a minute or so after we all got out. The girls were trying to catch a cock, too, and I had mine caught four times. It would have been more but I had to get out early to set things up. It's not like I was trying hard to avoid getting caught. Well, I was hard, but not trying.

Everybody came down afterwards dressed as I'd asked, in shirt and shorts. The rule was that nobody was allowed more than four items of clothing.

"All right, we agreed before we came out that we could play a few games, maybe get a little risqué. Nothing that happens here gets talked about, anywhere. We all agreed?"

Everybody nodded. I didn't think it would hold up for all that long. Not if we had as much fun as I hoped, anyway. It would probably work to keep the detail of who did what to whom on the vague side, which was what I really wanted.

"Next rule, anybody can opt out at any time at the beginning of a game, but once you agree to play you accept the consequences. If you don't want to play after I explain the rules, that's fine. You can't watch and have to agree to stay in one of the rooms until we go on to the next game. Once you're in a game, you play it out. Is that agreed?"

Everybody agreed again, this time with some "get a move on" in their voices.

"The first game is called touch. The rules are simple. Each girl will roll the die to choose one of the boys. I'm 1 and 6, Joe is 2 and 5, Frank is 3 and 4. When you've chosen a boy, you roll again to see what part you're allowed to touch, and then you go over to the boy and hold that part of him for fifteen seconds."

I'm sure they thought that a good roll would mean some sexy stuff, but this game was just to get us comfortable with each other. Four or five rounds would get us relaxed. My list of acceptable body parts was two feet, two hands and two ears. I'd played once before in the winter, and it was surprisingly sexy.

"You mean, all I'm allowed to do is to touch Joe's ear?" Fran, who'd gone first, asked.

"That's it. Just try it."

Joe, ever the clown, tried to nuzzle Fran's hand as she held his ear for fifteen seconds, and she came away more heated than she'd expected.

The game worked well at getting rid of nerves. There was a bunch of wisecracking, especially when Dianne got to touch my toe and settled into my lap to do it, giving me a very acceptable lap dance in the process. After that the others got more inventive.

Next step was the same game, only you had to kiss, but it was the guys' turn to go. Another five rounds, and it was the girls' turn. Angela got a chance to kiss my ear and wrapped herself around me to do it. Sarah was kissing Frank's toe and stuck her pussy in his face as she did so. It was getting fairly exciting.




Planning and Hard Work



A while later, it was time for what I'd chosen as our next game. Joey, responsible for tomorrow night's games, was scribbling notes to himself. He'd obviously skimped on his preparation.

"This time, everybody has a number" - I assigned them - "and I have an eight-sided die that I stole from Dad's Dungeons and Dragons set. Each time your number comes up, you have to take off an item of clothing. This time, it will be your choice. Once you're bare, I'll roll again if your number comes up, until we're all naked.

"The next round is the reverse. When your number comes up, something has to go back on. I'll roll for who gets to do it. That way it could be a guy or a girl. Then I'll roll the four-sided die for what."

"You mean, I could have to try to put the underpants on a guy who already had his shorts on?" Angela asked. Told you she was smart.

"Yup, or maybe a bra. Yours, unless you've got it on already."

"Kinky. Let's go."

The first loser, of course, was me, so I doffed my shirt. I got hit again, too, and took my shorts off, revealing a not very tented pair of boxers. I surreptitiously rolled the die again to make sure it wasn't loaded, but it came up a different number. It was pretty obvious I was playing fair.

The next number was Sarah, who took her shorts off to show off her legs even more, and the pussy straining against her panties. I wondered whether the die would hit her again, the way it had me, but it was Joe, who doffed his shirt. Frank took his shirt off, Angela stripped down to a very sexy bra encasing what I now knew to be very pretty breasts, and Fran took her shirt off to demonstrate the almost not there string bikini top. Luck moved back to have Angela drop her shorts, revealing a very nice set of legs and grabbable ass. My hand twitched as I rolled the die again, and Dianne pulled off her T-shirt, revealing that she hadn't worn a bra. Dianne had very nice tits, a good handful, perky, with medium areola and nice nipples about half erect. We'd hit paydirt early. I grinned, and so did Frank and Joe, and so did Dianne.

Sarah's number came up, and she took her panties off. I could see why. They were sopping wet. She was the centre of attention with the first bared pussy. The tent in my boxers became a lot more obvious. Karen took off her blouse, revealing a red bra that barely restrained her chest.

"About time, Karen," a couple of the girls yelled.

Luck must have deserted her, because the next roll she took off her pants and the one after she was faced with a decision, and decided to bare her tits. They were worth seeing, as I knew.

Fran had to take off her shorts, revealing a tiny black thong that covered almost nothing. Then luck shifted back, and Frank had to drop his shorts, revealing an erection of significant size. I got hit, so I was the first bare. I pulled my boxers down, fighting with my erection. I was exposed. I didn't care.

"Want some help with that?" Dianne simpered. For some reason Angela glared at her. It was a little risqué as a comment, but we were into pretty risqué territory, I thought. Anyway, Angela paid, since she had to bare her bosom next. I was smitten by the sight once again. Angela had the most delicate boobs. Joe had to jolly me into the next roll.

"Come off it, they're gorgeous, get rolling. Let's see some more."

I did not do it deliberately, but Joe was next to reveal skin, as his shorts were dropped. Dianne took her time lowering her shorts, revealing a thong only slightly larger than Fran's. Sarah was next, and took off her shirt, pushing out her boobs in the black lace half-bra as she did. They were worth pushing out, I'd say. Then Fran, who exposed her bosom with no reluctance and a lot of pride. She had very nice tits, too, round and perky, just slightly larger than Angela's.

We'd come by chance to an interesting position. Except for me, everyone else in the game only had one item of clothing on.

"Rule change, if we all agree. When it comes to your last item of clothing, someone of the opposite sex has to remove it. You can't use your hands to help. Do you agree?"

Not surprisingly, everyone agreed immediately.

"Can anybody but you propose a rule change?" Angela asked.

"Anybody, sure, as long as we're all agreed."

"Then I propose that someone of the opposite sex has to remove any item of clothing when we play this again after the dress up part."

"Oh yes," everyone agreed immediately. They were really getting into the game. They didn't realize just how hot getting everyone dressed again was going to be.

Frank's boxers had to come off, and it was Fran chosen to do it. She pulled them down medium fast, then licked the drop of precum off the end of his dick as it sailed by. That set the standard. Sarah had to take off her bra, and Joe kissed each nipple. Dianne had to take off her panties, and Frank licked her clit. Gave her quite a start, I'll tell you. Joe lost his boxers, and Karen took his dick into her mouth for a moment.

Angela lost her panties, and it was my job to slide them slowly down her lovely legs, exposing her pussy to the admiring gaze of the room. It was a lovely pussy, just protruding slightly, with pink and darker pink lips. I moved very slowly in on it, imprinting her features on my memory again, before I licked slowly up her labia and then pushed my tongue into her and brought it out in a rolling caress of her clit. She moaned pretty loudly and writhed a bit. I think it gave her pleasure, perhaps enhanced by knowing I'd done that in front of everyone.

Frank did the same for Karen, who moaned just as loudly.

"Okay, now we have the reverse. After that, unless you choose otherwise, we'll strip again. When we do that, we have the rule that someone else has to take the clothing off. This time, though, there's a series of dares you have to do if you have no more clothes to take off. Joe and I have come up with quite a few, so we'll use the ones that don't get used tonight when we play tomorrow."

"Before we do that, can we all go swimming, skinny dipping, right now?"

"No reason not to, Karen. Any objections?" There being none, we trooped out and started to play another game.

The game turned out to be catch the cock, and it pitted all the girls against all of the boys. There were more of them, and it made a difference. Also, each of us had a cock and the rules didn't say which one was the one to be caught. At one point they had all three of us restrained. Trust me, you don't want to be too obstreperous when someone's got a hand on your cock, even a soft and feminine hand.

At one point Angela had my cock - didn't that feel good! - so I upended her and started eating her pussy. Very nice. She squealed and dropped me and wriggled away from me, more slowly than she had to. That changed the scope of the game, and I'm pretty sure Joe stuck it in Sarah about the time I called us out.

"It's getting too dark, there's no moon just now and we don't have lights on the water, so no swimming after dark, at least until the moon comes up, all right?"

We dried off. Actually, since the heat was rising in all of us, we dried each other off. No one was looking forward to putting clothes back on, but we'd agreed to the schedule, and I had a pretty good idea that a reverse strip could be even hotter than the other way around.

Before we did that, Angela said we had to work out who was sleeping with whom. That's right, she said "whom". I've never used the word in my life. Something about it not being fair to leave it to chance. She'd fixed up five cards for the girls to pick. Two were blank. The girls who picked the blank cards would have to sleep together. None of us were into threesomes, at least not yet.

She said she'd take last choice, so it would be fair. Sarah picked one, Joe. Karen picked one. Frank. Fran got a blank. I was getting a little excited. You know it wouldn't matter to me. A girl is a girl, I suppose. They were all hot. But it was down to 50-50 that Angela would be with me tonight, and I had no plans to be a gentleman if that happened. Dianne picked one. Blank. So Fran and Dianne would have to be by themselves. Judging from the lascivious looks they exchanged, they had no more intention of sleeping right away than any of the rest of us.

But I got Angela, my crush, the girl of my dreams! The one I had trouble talking to, though that impediment had pretty much faded into the realms of bad memory that afternoon. Here she was naked in front of us all, like all the rest of us. That kind of got rid of inhibitions, you know. If you're standing around naked, with a member of the opposite sex, there's not too much doubt about what happens next.

What did happen was that the rest of the evening was replanned by popular vote. Joe was clinging pretty firmly to most of Sarah, and she had a hand on his dick and was pumping it up, not that it needed the help.

"Look, it's late, let's go to bed, and finish the games after lunch. Then we can play forfeits tomorrow night, all right?" Joe offered. There was a general chorus of agreement. With it determined who was going to sleep with who (whom), we all wanted to get to it. I don't know if Angela had foreseen that when she did the matching up, but in hindsight it was obviously the way it was going to go. We were all as horny as we needed to be, and most of us were as horny as we were ever going to get - given we were teenagers with those raging hormones, that was pretty wild. We didn't need or want any more sex games. We just wanted sex.

I put a careful, gentle arm around my Angela and took her up to my bedroom. I didn't much care who was sleeping where, or anything about my hostly duties, or about any of the other guests at all. Something had come together for me that night that exceeded my expectations. Blew them all to hell, as a matter of fact. Angela had slid an arm around me when I approached her. She was beaming. There we were, two naked people whose smiles threatened to leave the top halves of our heads behind, neither of whom was able to get out a word. I was surprised that none of the others commented on the aura that surrounded us.

We walked, arm in arm, sedately up the stairs and to my room. I wanted to run and I wanted this walk with this girl, our arms entwined about each other, to never end.

Once in my room, and the door locked, we dropped our arms from each other and just stared. 

"You've done this before, Arthur, haven't you?"

"Yeah, a few times, I suppose. No complaints; satisfaction guaranteed."

"Well, I guess it's a good thing at least one of us knows what we're doing," she muttered.

"Oh my God, Angela, are you a virgin?"

"Yes, but it's not a religious experience, Arthur. And not a long lasting one, either, I hope. Arthur, you're a smart lad. Haven't you clued in that the only reason I agreed to come to your party was to get rid of that state of affairs? And to have you do it for me?"

My name isn't Arthur, but that's what Angela always calls me. It is actually short for Arthur Author. Back in Grade 3 the teacher asked each of us what we wanted to be when we grew up, and I told the class that I wanted to be an author. Angela tagged me then, and has called me that ever since when it's just us.

"How come you left it to chance, then, to pick our partners for tonight?" I asked Angela.

"It wasn't chance. I told you all it was unfair to leave it to chance. My Dad's a card shark, and there aren't very many ways of cheating - he always says it is reducing the odds - that he didn't teach me. There wasn't even a card with your name on it in that mix. I've been a little peeved that you're using dice for the other games, but it's worked out well enough."

"You mean that getting to take your panties off and get a taste of that marvellous pussy wasn't rigged?"

"Well, not by me, anyway. You know, you might need to check whether it still tastes the same."

She was right. I did. And it did. Well, maybe even better.

I dropped my head and she hustled me around so she could have a taste of me. It wasn't quite classic sixty-nine, but it had the same effect. I licked around the edges of her pussy. It exuded warmth and a smell of sex and arousal, musk mixed with a faint smell of the lake and the sweet smell of Angela herself.

"This is a very sweet pussy, Angela," I muttered.

"You're not too bad yourself."

This business of Angela fixing it so she would be with me, and the fact that she was a virgin but wanted to be initiated into the joys of sex, really sobered me up. I'd been on a bit of a pheromone high, I think, like everyone else, but now my task was to pleasure my lady. Well, Angela had agreed to be my lady at least for the night. It didn't occur to me to think past the night.

I had never been with a virgin before, except me, of course, and that didn't really count since the parts weren't the same.

"Oh my god, Angela, you are incredible." Her body was displayed completely to me as we lay there on our sides, working at pleasuring each other. Her breasts were round and white and beautiful, with dusky pink areolae, fairly small, and slightly darker nipples standing pert and aroused.

I took her in my arms.

"Angela, I don't know what I did to deserve you, but whatever it was I'm going to do a lot more of it. I never thought it would be possible."

"Arthur, it's not a matter of deserve. I wanted you. We've meant a lot to each other over the years. For some reason that faded, but now it's back, and I'd like to keep it here, dear. It's because you're you, a nice, caring guy, who isn't bad looking, either. Now Arthur, stop talking and make love to me."

I kissed her gently, letting my tongue circle her lips, darting into her mouth, loving her mouth and tongue, while my hands caressed her back and bum. Angela caressed my bum, drawing me forward to her so my erection nuzzled her pussy.

"That's more like it. Love me good, Arthur. I've been waiting for this so long." 

My first time with Angela was sweet and loving.

Angela had decided that she wanted to go slowly, if it was all the same to me. I told her I wanted her to feel loved and comfortable.

We'd aroused each other quite thoroughly as we kissed and hugged, our bodies naked against each other, as we slid over my bed. We kissed again, our bodies pressed against each other.

Angela lay here beside me, her limbs tanned and strong, a fine complement to her long blonde hair. We were sharing our bodies tonight as well as the love that had possessed us in some unrecognized way for so many years. For a couple of minutes I just looked, taking her in. She had been on display for everyone downstairs, but here she was only on display for me.

Her breasts were beautiful, on the slight side perhaps, but perfect in my eyes. She had a flat stomach, with just the slightest rounding, leading down to a wonderful pussy. Her light blonde pubic hair disguised her most private parts, though she had shaved back a good deal for her bikini. I wanted to gorge on her breasts and her pussy. I wanted to make this wonderful woman mine. I wanted to possess her.

I had to see and feel the rest of her. I wanted to touch her wonderful legs, run my hands up and down them, feel as well as see the strong muscles and the wonderful curves. Seeing her legs mesh with her body at her private sanctuary was ever so much more erotic than seeing them cut off by her bikini bottom.

I looked further. My eyes canvassed Angela's beautiful body again, travelling up past the previously hidden recesses of her body over her stomach to those wonderful breasts and up to her shoulders. Angela wriggled a bit under my gaze, embarrassed by the awe and love in my eyes. She wrapped her arms around me.

"Arthur, I've waited so long for this."

I looked deep into her sapphire eyes, deep pools filled with love staring back at me. My eyes came to rest on her face, sweet button nose, medium mouth, startling eyes, full of life and joy, entrancing in its beauty.

"Angela, I want to touch you all over, to let my fingers remember this magic moment."

"Let me touch, too, Arthur. I'm going to remember it forever."

I traced my fingers over her feet, letting them roam up her exquisite calves, well-turned in the classic phrase. My hands caressed her thighs, stroking again and again until I had covered the full surface of their strong roundness. I eased my hands under her to feel the smooth surface of her buttocks, massaging gently to again feel the strength and femininity of my sweetheart.

All the while Angela ran her hands over me, feeling the strength in my arms and thighs and back. She sought out my penis and stroked it, bringing it to full hardness while I was exploring her body. Once done she relented and stroked my arms and chest, committing me to her tactile memory. Her feather light fingertips rained sensation over my ears and neck and jaw.

I trailed my fingers over her hips and lightly through her pubic hair, brushing at the lips of her vagina and then gone, travelling upwards across her stomach and chest to her exquisite breasts. I grasped them, not really a handful each, then flicked her nipples alert and wandered up to her shoulders, her neck, her ears.

I pulled her to me for a long, loving kiss. When our tongues started to fence I dropped my mouth to her breasts. With one hand I lightly massaged a breast and with my mouth I loved the other, licking, suckling, enjoying the sweetness of her body and her arousal for me. My spare hand stroked her sides. Angela stroked me and maintained the fire in my centre.

We were both writhing in passion.

"Arthur, come to me, come to me," she whispered.

I raised myself over her and started to penetrate. She was moist, but I withdrew, re-entered, pulled back and pushed down to enter her fully. If she still had a hymen I missed breaking it. She was tight, wet, warm, welcoming. I was in heaven.

"Arthur, that feels so good, so wonderful, I love feeling the length of you inside."

"Angela, you feel good around me, warm, strong, willing, welcoming, comforting."

I could probably have lain there for some time, wrapped in my darling's arms, deep inside her, just feeling the wonder of her loving self. Angela thrust her hips up once, as if to remind me why we were there, and my penis developed a life of its own, starting to thrust gently, deep inside her, withdraw, plunge deep again into the warmth. I experimented, based on what I'd learned with other girls, and found some of what I'd learned made things better for Angela, some had no effect, but then there were other ways that pleased her.

"Angela, I'm an idiot, I never asked whether you were protected. Are you?"

"Yes, Arthur, I'm not ready to have a child. I've been on the pill since I was seventeen."

I don't know whether that assurance pushed me or that I was ready to finish, but I started to pound into my dear Angela with long strokes that were no longer just loving. As I approached my peak I could feel her tensing. I tried to hold on to myself a little longer, a few more strokes, but then I succumbed, my cock pulsing as I shot streams of semen into Angela's vagina, deep inside her. As I throbbed with the force of my ejaculations I could feel her climaxing, the walls of her vagina clasping me, milking out the last of my ejaculate, as she writhed and bounced beneath me.

"God, Arthur, is that what should always happen? That's marvellous, wonderful, fantastic."

"Making love to you is a special experience, Angela. You are quite wonderful, an incredible woman."

"So was I as good as your other women?"

"Angela, you are a wonderful, sweet, caring, passionate woman. I enjoyed introducing you to the joy of sex. I will enjoy teaching you, and learning with you. If you mean, would I prefer to make love to some other woman, now that I've made love with you, the answer is no."




Planning and Hard Work



As we recovered from our orgasms we cuddled and stroked each other, murmured words of love to each other, basked in the force of our love. It was supposed to be only sex, but somehow it was so much more. I wanted to take my Angela and leave to find somewhere for just the two of us. I had no further interest in the semi-orgy that might occur the next day. I only wanted to make love to Angela.

"Angela, I know you've gone out with a few guys. I'm surprised you didn't have sex with them, but I'm even more surprised that no one has ever talked about a date with you. I'd have thought that you would have been labelled a frigid cock tease."

"Oh, that," she laughed. "It's really very simple, Arthur. Just when our date was ending, I told each of them that if they said anything at all about our date, anything, I'd explain that we couldn't have sex because they couldn't get it up."

"After a comment like that, I don't think I'd be able to get it up, either."

"Good thing you already have, then, isn't it," she giggled.

***

The next morning there was little stirring in the house. Apparently everyone had indulged their appetites to all hours.

Angela told me, when I wanted to repeat our love-making, that, even though I'd been as gentle as she had hoped and expected, she was still sore.

"Arthur, you know that was the very first time anyone has ever put a cock in there. It felt really wonderful when you did. It did stretch me, and I know it will not feel as good as it should if we do it again right away. I'm sorry, dear, I'd really love to."

"Another time, Angela. I hope we're going to be able to do this a lot more, you and me."

"I hope so, too, if you're still willing."

"I am. Making love with you is so different from making love with people who are just having a good time. Last night was more than a good time. Let me make love to you a different way."

"I suppose. What do you have in mind?"

"Let me show you."

She lay back on the bed again while I stuck my head between her legs to have a super view of her pussy. She had blonde pubic hair, shaved or waxed so she could wear a tiny bikini, but there was enough to prove she had some and that it was the same shade as the hair on her head.

"Very nice, Angela, very nice."

I used my fingers to explore a bit, running up and down her labia and watching them expand as the blood flowed to that area. I kissed each lip, switching from side to side. Then I applied myself to her inner lips and ran my finger up and down over them, too. I dropped my face to her pussy and kissed her labia, and then I used my tongue to caress them. Angela started to hump a bit back at me. She was getting heated. I thought about sticking a finger in, but decided that since Angela had said she was sore, I'd put that off until another time. She was so wet down there by then that I thought it would just slide in with no trouble, but I didn't want to risk hurting my sweetheart. Rather than use my fingers I did try to see how far in my tongue would go. I was still using my fingers around her lips so she'd know I was there.

My exploring fingers came across Angela's clit and flicked a couple of times, sending waves of heat through her and increasing the flow of her juices. I pulled my head up and took a good look before flicking her clit with my tongue a few times. That sent her over the edge and she had a crashing orgasm, almost as good as last night.

"Oh Arthur, that was wonderful, that was great, better than anything I've ever managed for myself.

"What about you, dear?"

"I'm fine, Angela. I get a lot of pleasure out of giving pleasure. Thank you for letting me do that for you."

We heard a few sounds, as if the dead were finally coming to life. Bad pun, that, but the sounds we heard seemed to be lovemaking in several directions.

"Arthur, can we go for a quick swim? I'm a little sticky."

"Sure, Angela. Skinny dipping?"

"Why not!"

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I posted this quite a while ago. Some of you may be glad to see it back.



Planning Another Impregnation



Chapter 1: Decisions

After Tia and Tim Sloan had gotten little Rik to bed they sat down and began to discuss the recent events of the day. They had casually run into Greg and Gwn Strong at the mall and invited them over this weekend for dinner.

Greg was special to Tia and Tim as he was the biological father of little Rik . 

The evening’s conversation centered on Tia and Tim’s plan to have another child. Both agreed that they wanted the same biological father for their second child. 

They were very happy with their first son as he had been the product of an extremely successful breeding program developed by the New Life Center. It had been particularly satisfying to Tia who was a leading research fellow at the New Life Center. She was considered one of their most modern thinkers in the area of human reproduction.

However the chance meeting they had with Greg and Gwn influenced a different twist on her quest for a second child. Tia wasn’t sure she wanted to participate within the clinical structure of the Life Center if they could agree to a more natural setting.

Tia and Tim recently sensed some repetitive routine creep into their sex lives. Tia had always kept Greg in her catalog of fantasies. She had always been very open and honest with her husband. They had several conversations about including another couple in their sex lives. 

Tia began, “Tim, can you accept Greg as the surrogate donor of another child.”

“That’s not a difficult question to answer, of course I can,” said Tim. “There’s no jealousy on my part and I think our son needs a little sister. I think it would be best if both were from the same biological father. I like Greg and in a strange way feel very comfortable around him.

You know I’m just as enthusiastic about your work as you. The Semen Experiment was very rewarding for me and I’ve got you to thank for including me in one of your programs.”

Gwn though for a few moments and asked, “How would you feel if we approached the subject of exchanging partners for the sake of pleasure and procreation with Greg and Gwn. Our love is more solid now than ever. We are even more mature today than we were before little Rik was born. I think I’m ready to get pregnant again. But at the same time I am interested a different partner from time to time just to put a little more excitement back into our sex lives. I hope that doesn’t offend you.” 

“Oh, not at all,” was Tim’s reply.“ I feel the same way. We’ve discussed this before. I got to know Greg quite well during your impregnation. With little Rik, there is a kinship there that bonds us all together. I guess the question is… how would Greg’s wife feel about this?”

Tia began, ”I know Greg mentioned that he and Gwn had an open sex relationship with another couple. I’m not sure what their reaction might be as a couple. There’s only one way to find out.”

Chapter 2: Dinner Discussion

Tia and Tim anxiously awaited Greg and Gwn’s arrival. They were having prime rib catered in for the evening. The candlelit table provided a warm comfortable atmosphere and the wine provide the relaxation needed for the evening discussion. 

Greg got to meet little Rik just before the baby sitter picked him up. Later, small talk consumed most of the discussion during dinner. After dinner, Tia and Gwn gathered up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher then drifted back to the family room where they joined Tim and Greg. Each of the girls brought their husband a glass of wine.

Tia expressed her joy at seeing Greg and Gwn at the mall. Tia began, “As I mentioned over the phone, we have invited you over to see if you Greg might be interested in helping us conceive a new baby. Greg, I hope you have discussed this with Gwn.” 

“Oh yes!” was Gwn’s answer. “I’m excited for both of you. Greg kept me well informed when he was involved in your original impregnation. I was almost excited as he.”

A smile radiated across Greg’s face. He then turned and looked sheepishly at Gwn and said, “Gwn supports my participation completely. She comes from a family who was very liberal in regards to their sex life. Her parents led an open marriage and showed us how to live the same lifestyle in a very mature and class fashion.

Tia responded, “I remembered Greg mentioning that.”

“Well, that was true until about six months ago, said Gwn. “Our special couple was relocated as a result of career move. The increase in money was too great for them to turn down.” 

Gwn continued, “We have been picky in selecting another couple. We have not found anyone that both of us feel compatible with. We are not interested in another couple for one night stands or just to satisfy some horny urge. We look at such a relationship as one special and one that forms a special bond with another couple. Our parents taught us that we all need someone other than ourselves to call on from time to time. From our perspective, we feel that taking that to sexual intimacy is natural. We gain a sense of trust from them. We can depend on them for support during times of emergency.”

Nodding in agreement Tim responded, “I’ve had some of the same thoughts. But I’ve never had anyone put it into such clear focus as you have Gwn. Tia and I are interested in a similar relationship. She completely understands the purpose sex plays in all our lives from a procreative standpoint. Clinically she participates in that process everyday. She can be very objective about taking another partner for procreation. She has taught me how to separate recreational sex from love.” 

“I am also interested in the effect the heightened sex responses have on a person’s emotional stability.” answered Gwn. “I am convinced that different levels of sexual intimacy can be separated from the special pair bond a committed couple has achieved over time.”

Tia laughed and said, “I see Gwn’s experience in human psychology coming out. I think what she says makes a lot of sense.” 

“The question arises, how do we carry our friendship to a higher level of intimacy,” asked Tim? “I don’t think that will be difficult with Tia and Greg. I know Tia wants Greg to be the father of our next child. Sexually, she enjoyed Greg immensely. Tia and I love little Rik mare than anyone can imagine. So it seems normal that Greg becomes surrogate father of our second child. 

Turning to Gwn, Tim shyly said, “I don’t want to push myself on you Gwn, even though I find you very attractive.

Gwn responded through an amused smile, “We wouldn’t be here tonight if we weren’t interested in that possibility. I want to know you and Tia better. Tim, I find you very handsome and sincere. I especially like your understanding of Tia’s needs. I think that’s very sexy. 

Gwn continued, “Maybe, you and I can meet at a restaurant for some conversation and just see where it goes from there. We can coordinate our meeting with Tia and Greg’s first meeting. We know where they will wind up,” 

They all laughed at Gwn’s comment.

Tia changed the subject slightly when she asked Greg to describe the prior relationship

He and Gwn shared with someone else. 

Greg replied, “We will not mention their names. Let’s just call them Mr. and Mrs. X. They were neighbors of ours. In fact the wife was employed in the Psychology Department at Great Lake University where Gwn was teaching. We got to know them quite well as we visited quite often. We enjoyed numerous intellectual conversations about all subjects relating to psychology. Obviously sex falls into that category. Gwn was able to bring her parents experience into our conversations and before we knew it we had become intimate. It brought us much closer together as two couples.”

Tia could hardly contain her curiosity. “How did you two become intimate?”

“I’ll let Gwn tell that story,” said Greg. “She’s a great storyteller.”

Gwn began, “It started with the normal flirtation and innuendo. Our discussions had pretty much removed most of our modesty. Flirtatious comments got bantered about freely. Suggestive conversations were enjoyed by all of us. I think we all knew where we were going with our friendship. After dinner one evening, Greg and Mrs. X made a convenient trip to the grocery. Quite frankly, Mrs. X and I had planned the errand. Anyway, while they were gone, her husband and I took a lot of touchy-feely liberties with each other. He loved to come up behind me and press his groin against my rear end. Naturally I would respond by spreading my legs a little. 

As we became bolder with each other he would start caressing my breast, which I dearly love. I soon felt comfortable in grasping and stroking his penis outside his clothing. Needless to say we both got pretty hot. We began to kiss passionately, as he turned me in his arms and pressed me back against the counter. I opened my legs to give him better access into my midsection. His hardness was apparent from the beginning and he was doing a great job of turning me on.

After being gone for about an hour, Greg and Mrs. X returned from the grocery. Luckily, Greg and I had a good suspicion that tonight’s activities would lead to some serious sex play. Mrs. X and I had planned it that way. When Greg saw my tousled hair and passion filled face he suggested that he take Mrs. X home.

As the car left the driveway, Mr. X turned me back into his arms and continued his play. His hands slid under my skirt and found its way to my inner thighs. There is a soft area next to my panty line that makes me weak just thinking about it. My knees buckled when he found that area. I wanted him immediately when his hand contacted my soaked panties. 

I pulled his shirt out of his pants and ran my hands over his chest. Later, I encircled his waist with my right arm and dropped my left hand around his cock. He was so hard. I struggled to release his belt. I had to feel his flesh.

He rose and briefly stopped our activities. I directed him to our guest bedroom.

Maybe it was a guilty conscious, but I hoped that Greg was doing the same thing to his wife.

He sat me on the edge of the bed and slowly disrobed. I stared at his mid-section and waited until he exposed his swollen cock. The sight of a new and different cock is always a pleasurable experience for me. 

He walked in close and started to unbutton my blouse. I instinctively wrapped all of my fingers from both hands around his manhood. My lips engulfed his cock as he combed my hair through his fingers.

My parents told me that this day would come and now I was ready. My intuition told me that Greg and his wife were enjoying the same pleasures.

His breathing became deeper and his hips began a slow rhythmic thrusting. He placed both hands on the side of my face and pulled away. A thick stream of lubrication bridged the area between my lips and the end of his pulsating rod. The image was so carnal and erotic. I moved to the center of the bed and placed a pillow under my head and raised my hips as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties. The last fabric of resistance disappeared. 

He mounted the end of the bed on his hands and knees. My legs spread as he crawled over me. Propped on my elbows, I kept my eyes on his dangling cock. I begged him to fuck me. He just stopped and nestled in that supple area inside my thighs. My juices were flowing freely. I could feel the wetness soak the sheets. The lips of his mouth covered the lips of my pussy. Then in a French-kiss fashion his tongue probed the inner recesses of my vulva. I knew my lips were spreading open as he flattened his tongue over my opening. My legs spread further.

I wanted his cock so badly. My fingers dug into his hair. I tried to pull him up and over me. I begged him to put his cock in me. I was holding back an orgasm. I didn’t want to cum until his cock was buried to the fullest. I wanted to feel his explosion down deep inside. 

He rose like a bull and placed that marvelous mushroom head between the lips of my cunt. The velvet end of his rod nestled at my opening. I hooked my heels behind his thighs and urged his forward advance. 

That first penetration from a new lover is always unforgettable. My lips spread from his invasion. He eased through my opening. I squeezed and massaged every inch of his penetration. He kept stroking and building my passion. I sensed a fullness occupying my inner core. 

It is impossible to describe the ecstasy. I cradled this man in my arms and encircled his hips with my legs. Both of us embraced the other and held on tightly. Our faces were locked in a passionate kiss. The base of his hard cock rode my clit against the pubic bone. Our bodies rocked in unison truly as one human being. 

My vaginal walls stroked his hardness as his cock burrowed deep into the core of my sexuality. My uterus opened intermittently to kiss the end of his sensitive glans. I sensed his pending explosion. 

The point of no return was upon us. We held onto each tighter. Strange noises escaped our being. Spasms rocked our bodies. His scrotum drew tightly against the base of his cock and a peaceful sensation spread through my mid-section as he bathed my inner core with warm ejaculate. His cock injected semen and sperm with every involuntary contraction.”

Everyone paused for a moment not wanting the story to end, Finally, Tim said, “WOW,” I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything described with such sensuality.”

“Thanks”, smiled Gwn, “maybe we will get our chance.”

Tia and Greg responded with a polite applause. Tia said, “I hope we can become very close friends, and, hopefully, intimate couples. How should we plan our next meeting.”

Gwn answered, “I suggest that next weekend Greg visit Tia here at her home and let Tim and I meet at The Lamp-Lite Steakhouse where we can continue some more conversation. Tim and I will return to our home in Ranier City where he will spend the night. If things progress to intimacy, then fine, if Tim rejects me he can sleep alone in the spare bedroom. I hope that’s not the case though.”

Tim laughed and said, “I don’t think I will be doing any rejecting. I would like to jump your bones right now.” 

Gwn smiled and said, “For a little bit I might let you.”

Chapter 3: The Intimate Meeting between Tim and Gwn

It seemed to take forever before the next weekend arrived.

Tia and Tim drove to the Lamp-Lite Steakhouse to meet Greg and Gwn. Greg and Gwn lived about thirty miles away. The plan was for Tia to bring Greg back her home, then let Gwn and Tim get to know each other better over dinner. After dinner Gwn and Tim would drive back to Ranier City where they would spend the rest of the evening. 

Tim and Gwn waved goodbye to Tia and Greg, then entered the restaurant where they were escorted to their table. The steaks were great. Later, the conversation turned to matters of the heart.

Gwn complimented Tim on their decision to select her husband as the biological father of their second child. She commented, “Greg was very flattered.”

“Oh it was a no-brainer,” said Tim. “Tia would not consider anyone else. She became so close to Greg during the first impregnation. In many ways, Tia views themselves as pioneers in the reproduction program at The New Life Center. That’s her work and she and I have a son that is a product of that effort.

The fulfillment she got from the personal impregnation confirmed all her theories. She has a deep appreciation for conception in this manner as opposed to any means of artificial insemination. The pleasure she got out of the sex was almost spiritual for her.”

“Should I be worried or jealous,” asked Gwn.

“You mean should you or I worry,” laughed Tim. “No! I don’t think so. Tia has proven to me over and over how much she loves me and little Rik. We have our careers and we are building our families. I was worried more two years ago than I am now.”

“How so?” asked Gwn.

“My sperm count is less than normal and technically I’m considered infertile. That’s the situation I found myself in. 

But Tia had a plan to help me with my self confidence and so far it’s worked. She include me in one of her fertility experiments.”

Gwn wondered, “How can that be if you are considered infertile?”

Some of Tia’s research discovered that semen can be typed much like blood is typed. It turns out that my semen is universally compatible with all types of sperm. 

Tia was working with a couple who could not get pregnant due to her husband’s semen/sperm mixture not being tolerated in his wife vaginal environment. Her fluids would attack her husband’s sperm. Her vaginal fluids would act as a spermicide to his ejaculate. It was sad to observe this phenomenon under a microscope. 

Tia then separated the husband’s sperm from his semen and mixed it with mine. Many tests were run before they selected my semen. They determined the mixture was safe in the test subject’s vagina. When this mixture of my semen and his sperm was brought in contact with his wife’s vaginal fluids there was no adverse effect. Tia theorizes that my low sperm count did not allow antibodies to build up that would trigger the spermicidal effect.

Coincidentally, his wife was very insistent on being impregnated by human intercourse.

This is the 22nd century and more and more married women are rejecting the notion of artificial insemination. They seem to derive some deep sense of satisfying achievement by being impregnated by another human being of her choosing, even if it happens to be a surrogate.

I was selected as the surrogate donor. The research team at The New Life Center developed a small gel capsule that contained the husband’s sperm charge. The trick was to get it into my prostate just before ejaculation. Tia helped work out all of the details. She incorporated the planting of the sperm capsule into sex play. Tia was more excited about the success of the experiment as opposed to any feelings of jealousy about her husband, “me” having sex with someone else.

I know it gave my confidence a tremendous boost. I am now on the short list of surrogate donors when couples experience this problem. On the other hand, this is a rare condition and I have not been called upon for the second time, not yet anyway.”

“That is a fascinating story,” said Gwn, “so I don’t have to worry about getting pregnant.”

Astonished Tim replied, “did you say what I thought I heard.”

Gwn turned to Tim and gave him a warm, tender kiss. “Well, lets just get back to Ranier City and see. We can continue the conversation in the car. Right now we are wasting time.”

Tim said, “I’ve been doing all of the talking. What are you thinking?”

“Tim, I am amused at how much you remind me of Greg. Why is that,” asked Gwn?

“I think it’s because Greg was selected by Tia and I out of a computer search. Obviously, we selected the personality traits that both of us liked. We would like Greg even if he had not been the father of our child. 

Tim inquired, “How did Greg get into the pool of volunteers. I have always wondered how The New Life Center picked their subject volunteers.”

Gwn explained, “notices were sent to various Psychology Departments in the three state area soliciting volunteers. Since there was some monetary reward, Greg jumped at the opportunity. When he found out that he was a finalist and that sex was involved he sheepishly begged for my permission. He was so cute. I didn’t mind, In fact, we had discussed it earlier. I was almost as thrilled as he was when I found out that he had been selected. To this day he describes the sex as out of this world. He compares it to participating in an Olympic event almost to the point of exhaustion.”

“Tia describes it the same way. That’s why she wants to relax this time and just let it happen. We also want to include another couple in our sex lives to maintain a higher level of excitement. I hope we have found you,” said Tim.




Planning Another Impregnation



“I think maybe you have.” Gwn said as she slid under Tim’s arm. She rolled against Tim’s chest and cupped his balls in her hand. “We are almost home. When you cross that bridge our home is the first one on the right.” 

They drove into the garage and closed the door behind them. Gwn took Tim’s hand and without hesitation led him to the bedroom. Just before entering the bedroom, Tim gathered her petite body in his arms and placed her in the center of the bed. Fully clothed, he crawled in beside her.

They tried patience to no avail. Their passions were racing. Tim devoured her lips and rolled on top of her. Her legs opened and welcomed a grinding from his loins. His hardness pressed into the middle of her open legs. She returned the pressure. She was so tiny, so sensual. Her ample breasts swelled under his touch. They paused briefly and removed their clothes. 

Under the dim light Gwn rolled over Tim and whispered, “Let me touch you, I want to kiss you.” She took her left hand and pulled his legs apart, then cupped his swollen balls in her palm. She squeezed. Tim grimaced. She caressed. Her fingers traced a circle around his anus. Tim’s eyes widened. 

Gwn caressed his chest and pinched his nipples. They hardened. Her hands slid around the base of his cock and stroked slowly. His hips began to undulate involuntarily. He was in heaven.

Tim began to breath deeply. Strange sounds were being created out of the pleasure he was receiving. His eyes rolled back as he saw Gwn’s head lower to engulf his cock in her mouth. Her wet lips felt so warm. Her lips encircled the ridge of his glans and massaged his most sensitive nerves. It was all he could do to hold on. 

Tim’s hands clutched the sheets. “Oh please,” he begged, “I can’t take much more.”

“Go ahead Tim. Let it go.” 

Gwn now had her left hand around the base of his cock administering gentle strokes. Her lips were making oral love to his most sensitive body part. Her other hand caressed, massaged and squeezed his balls. 

Tim was about to experience a new sensation. Gwn’s lubricated finger enter his anal opening. When she pressured his prostate, he lost it. His orgasm struck. His midsection crunched as each spasm shot copious amount of semen down Gwn’s throat. 

Gwn could not swallow all of the discharge. The backflow erupted between her lips and down her chin. Laughing she said, “You sure are a naughty boy.”

“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t help it,” Tim sheepishly said. “Where did you learn that little trick? I was going to be so cool, so studly. I guess you’re disappointed in that macho performance.” 

“No, no, no, I consider it a great compliment,” Gwn purred. “I am so glad that you were so turned on. I’d like to think that you that we were responding to me. I know you are going to return the favor.” 

Tim laughed and said, “I will need a rest, but I promise that before tonight is through I will leave a smile on your face.” 

With a subtle, satisfied smile on her face Gwn got up and said, “Here, let me fix us a cup of coffee. It will only take a few minutes.” 

Gwn brought a tray of coffee cream and sugar. She looked so cute dressed in a bib-like towel that barely covered her naked breasts and mid-section. She fitted Tim with a towel that served as a short apron. As they drank their coffee each of them draped their free hand to the inside of the others legs. 

Tim’s fingers began caressing that sensually soft area at the top of her thighs. “I think this is one the sweetest places a man can touch.”

“No doubt,” purred Gwn. She then took Tim’s hand and guided his middle finger between her vaginal lips. “See how wet I’ve become. I’m ready, but we don’t have to be in a hurry.” She paused and caressed Tim’s cock. As they finished their coffee, Gwn smiled and said, “I feel some life beginning to spring into the masters love machine.”

Tim lowered himself further in the bed and in doing so pulled Gwn over his chest. Her legs dropped on each side of his hips. Their lips found each other. One of his hands covered the area between her shoulder blades while the other gently caressed her buns. 

Gwn unconsciously wriggled down his body so that his hardness rested between her parting vaginal lips. She was ready for the inevitable impalement. Her juices paved the way for his invasion. She began to emit a begging whimpering sound through their continuous kiss. 

Tim contributed his own generous lubrication. He would probe her entrance and withdraw. He teased her over and over. He held her firm as she tried to complete the penetration. Her frustration merely added to her excitement. Her mid-section arched inward, seeking to bury his manhood. Finally, Tim could not hold out any longer. Aaaaugh ,,, he bellowed and drove his swollen rod deep into Gwn.

“Ooooh eeee iiiii, I’m coming,” cried Gwn. Her body burst into a series of spastic involuntary lurches. Her orgasm provided it’s immense pleasure.

Tim pulled out. He wanted to save himself. He wanted to experience a lengthy sustained love session with her. He gently stroked her body as her spasms continued to rack her torso. She drifted into a totally relaxed state. She lay so peaceful as she nestled into the crook of his arm.

After another few minutes, Gwn looked up, smiled and said, “now look at me.” I came so fast. You have to feel cheated.”

“Oh no,” was Tim’s reply. “I still have a loaded gun. Just feel that full sack in your hand. I promise, the next one both of us will enjoy.”

Tim gently rolled Gwn onto her back. Unconsciously her legs opened and allowed Tim to hover over her. She gently placed one hand around his turgid cock and the other behind his scrotum. She stroked and massaged his assault weapon, then softly urged his invasion. The swollen lips of Gwn’s vagina opened to welcome his penetration. Her back arched upward, her legs spread and rose in the air. Her lips spread to receive his advance.   

Tim savored that moment of intense pleasure as he slowly drove himself into Gwn’s warm love tunnel. He was now able to concentrate on the sensual pleasure being derived from the immersion of himself into Gwn’s sexuality. He sensed her vaginal muscles ripple up and down his cock. He felt his cock gently touch her uterus as he reached her deepest region. She welcomed all of the carnal activity. This was truly extraordinary, so exquisite.

Tim savored the sensual pleasure that Gwn provided. Slowly they rocked in unison. Gwn would draw a deep breath with each withdrawal stroke and meet his charge as he returned to her. His rod felt strong as he assaulted her swollen sex center. He attacked her well lubricated pussy from every angle possible. He rode her high and shallow, and then pounded her deepest region.

Gwn unknowingly began to emit sounds of sexual abandon and draw spastic breaths as 

Tim tore into her cunt. “Ummm...oh yes...right there….so good...do me…do me good.” The repeating penetration of Tim’s cock continually increased her sensual pleasure. She didn’t care as she responded with reckless abandon. Her body yielded every lusting response possible. Tomorrow’s soreness would only remind her of the ecstasy she was experiencing.

Perspiration oozed from their bodies as the intensity increased. Tim’s cock found Gwn’s G spot. Her fingers intermittently clutched Tim’s biceps. Tim responded with deep rutting sounds characteristic of the male animal. Their faces became flushed. 

Gwn sensed more swelling in Tim’s cock. Her outer lips cushioned the unmerciful pounding. She was being ridden into complete abandonment. She sensed those ecstatic moments of “no-return” just prior to the inevitable explosion. Then it hit. 

Gwn’s body erupted into uncontrolled muscle spasms. Tim cock exploded at the same time. Her stomach grabbed. Her internal vaginal muscles milked Tim’s erupting cock. Her arms flew around his neck and held on tightly as he kept his rod pummeling. They remained coupled until the flinching of their bodies began to wane. They had achieved total satisfaction.

The “after orgasm sleep sensation” overcame them. A half hour passed before they emerged from their lust induced nap. “Wow, I don’t know if it can get much better than that,” Gwn exclaimed.

“That was nice,” said Tim. “I hear you thinking. Share some of your thought’s with me.”

“Oh I was just thinking how proper and correct we are 99% of the time. Yet when we get into this sex thing we can be reduced to the most common activities of animals. It seems so disgustingly enjoyable, so risky, so wanton, so nasty, so vulgar, yet so precious. It seems like we should feel guilty for deriving such incredible pleasure.”

Gwn continued her conversation, “Many people feel that sex carries with it the ownership of another person. I can’t accept that any more.” 

Tim was amused by her comments, then agreed, “I have formed the opinion that sex can exist on several levels. One level is what I call long term or “love” sex, another level may be termed “recreational” sex and another level may be “casual”. I don’t believe that any of these levels of sex should breakup long term relationships or friendships that matter.”

Gwn gathered her thoughts and responded, “I don’t mean to wave a banner of higher intellect; but, on the other hand, your wife and I are involved in professions that allows a deeper understanding of these issues. In psychological counseling we see the absurdity of prejudiced opinions. We see the destructive results of ownership and control behavior. I’ll bet Tia can separate the natural function of our sex organs against associated personality characteristics that allow ourselves to love another person.”

Tim began, “I realized that when Tia became pregnant the first time. She convinced me that there was value in our relationship. Our personalities are very compatible. We are comfortable with each other. She and I wanted a child to advance to a normal natural stage of our lives. 

Then Greg came into our lives as the biological father of little Rik. It was supposed to be so clinical. Now, I’m glad it’s not. Tia and the computer made a great selection when Greg was chosen. We like Greg. I think Tia even loves Greg for the role he played in getting her pregnant. She enjoyed the sex immensely. I can appreciate that when I recognize what he was able to give us. I’m glad she wants Greg to impregnate her again. And above all I don’t feel like our relationship is threatened.” 

Gwn answered, “I’m pleased that Greg has meant so much to your family. I am also pleased that you and I have hooked up. Fate works in many ways. I think it was coincidence that we met at the shopping center, just when both of us were looking for similar experiences. We were looking for the right couple.

After Greg and I had lost our alternate sex partners our normal sex life had started to get a little boring. I frankly missed the recreational sex that we had grown accustom to. 

Tim asked, “How do you describe the recreational sex that we just shared. Is it everything you thought it would be?”

“Absolutely,” Gwn replied, “maybe more. First times are always great. Recreational sex is exciting and intense. It recaptures some of that pleasure we had when we were first discovering sex. Now we have more time and can expand our sexual experiences. Greg and I have been able to accept and separate the pleasure of recreational sex from the more comfortable “love” sex that two people enjoy who are committed to a long term relationship.

Tim, when I was with you tonight, you just cannot realize the intense pleasure you gave me. It was intense and wonderful. I want as much as a single night together can offer. I’m willing if you want to go some more. I want to get so sore that it will difficult to sit and walk tomorrow. 

And when the weekend is over I will be glad to see Greg and continue our normal life. We are comfortable with each other.” 

“You know,” said Tim “Tia and I are looking for the same thing. We just have not carried it to the same level as you and Greg. I think that the extra marital sex that Tia and I have experienced as a result of the impregnation work being done at the New Life Center has given both of us an understanding of what we are getting into.

Gwn affirmed, “Greg and I are not into the orgies or multiple partner sex. It has proven beneficial to us in that we can spice up our sex life a little. If this thing threatens any relationship that you and Tia have then I would be the first to stop what we are doing. My professional training has taught me that.

As Gwn snuggled up to Tim and kissed goodnight for the evening, she replied, “I hope Tia and Greg are having as good time as we are. Let’s finish this weekend with a good session in the morning.” 

They kissed each other and drifted off into a deep passion induced sleep.

Chapter 4: Tia and Greg’s Reunion

From the parking lot of the Lamp-Lite Restaurant, Tia and Greg bid farewell to their respective husband and wife. 

On their way to Tia’s home they embraced casually and caught up with events of the last two years.

Greg started asking the probing questions. “So are you ready to start on that second baby?”

Well yes,” Tia responded, “but it will not be this weekend. The timing is not quite right with ovulation this month, but that’s OK because Tim and I want to explore the possibility of expanding our sexual needs with you and Gwn. We have talked about it a lot lately and we have decided that it might work with the right couple. 

I’m not into multiple swing partners. We just want to establish a close relationship with another couple whom we feel compatible. You came to mind for obvious reasons. The sex we had during my first impregnation was incredible. You became special to me when you got me pregnant with little Rik. 

Tim and I realized that sex was becoming a little boring and we were looking to spice up our sex life a little. Fate seemed to come to the rescue by random chance as we met you and Gwn at the mall last week. I remembered you mentioning that you and Gwn had an open relationship with another couple. It seemed normal to at least discuss our interest in the same activity.”

“Tia, It was incredible seeing you again,” said Greg. The timing is just right. Gwn and I are looking for another couple to share our sex life with. If we could hook up with you and Tim it would be great. I will never forget those three days of impregnation sex we engaged in. Those memories will never go away. It was so intense. I’m not sure I could survive another session like that.”

Tia laughed and said, “Oh I’m sure you could after we pumped you full of those new sex enhancing drugs.”

“Well, maybe so,” said Greg. Anyway, it was a nice surprise running into you and Tim at the mall. You are more beautiful that ever. I know our mating was supposed to be very clinical and confidential. But, I can’t get it out of my mind. By design the sex was out of this world. And your sensual responsiveness to the impregnation is something I will never forget. The lingering question in my mind is...I hope that you had some special feeling for me as well.”

“Don’t you worry, every time I hold little Rik, it reminds me of the special feelings I think we shared. I do yearn for sex with you again. I want you to be aware of Rik as he grows up. But I also want Tim as Rik’s father. That is very special to me.”

Greg smiled as he took Tia’s free hand and placed it casually on his thigh. 

Tia gasped as she said, “Ohhhh myyyyy....I do remember this friend. How has “Big John” been. Can I play with him a little tonight?” 

Greg laughed and said, “I brought him just for you.”

When they arrived at Tia’s, she embraced Greg, gave him a sweet intimate kiss and welcomed him into her home. They went inside, and shared a glass of wine.

Later they sat together and brought each other up to date on the time missed since they had shared such an important event in Tia’s life. Tia proudly led Greg through a scrapbook of the numerous pictures she had taken of little Rik. Tia said, “From time to time I see a few things he does that reminds me of you. As we see each other more there will be other things I’m sure.”

“It’s going to be very interesting to see him grow up”, said Greg. 

“If it’s alright with you, I think we will let him call you Uncle Greg. We will tell him the full story when he gets older.”

Changing the subject a little Tia asked, “Do you think Tim and Gwn will get along tonight.”

“I know that Gwn has high hopes that Tim will at least like her,” answered Greg.

Tia explained, “Sometimes Tim exhibits little insecurities that makes him lose confidence in himself. I’ve tried to tell him that Gwn will feel the same way and not to worry.” 

Greg laughed and confirmed, “Gwn is as nervous as someone on a first date. I think they will be fine. She has a way of getting people to relax and feel very much at home. I know if she has her way about things she is going to have him in bed pretty soon. Gwn loves sex, and right now, she is very horny. After losing our other sex couple she is ready...I mean good and ready.”

“Frankly I feel the same way,” said Greg. I can’t wait to ...hold you... and hopefully fuck you silly.”

Tia smiled at his ribald reference to the night she had planned as well. Teasingly she said, “Since I’m not ovulating tonight I guess we will have to wait until next month.” 

“Ohhhh...Noooo...Like Hell, whoever said that. Would you like to be raped,“ asked Greg? 

“I don’t know, I might like being raped by some male chauvinist stud. Seriously, you know I’m anxious to be with you. I can hardly wait. Put your hand up my skirt and feel what the anticipation is doing to me,” said Tia. 

Greg gently placed his hand on the inside of Tia’s thigh and slowly let his fingers touch her panties. My, you are soaked,” Greg said, as he placed his lips on hers. Her body relaxed as she leaned into his arms. His hand continued to stroke outside her panties. Greg then lifted her in his arms. 

Through her passion filled kiss Tia managed to mumble, “down the hall...last door on the right.”

They separated briefly enough to discard their clothes. Tia said, “we will not need any of these clothes till morning. I don’t want anything between us tonight. I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

Together they crawled onto the bed. Greg commented, “I’m glad we have this time solely to ourselves. When I was breeding you, or when you were getting pregnant, I felt that we weren’t by ourselves. The video tapes were recording, samples were taken, tests were run and interviews conducted. 

I’m not complaining mind you, I’ve had that experience and it was great. It was intense, erotic and truly required a lot of energy and stamina. It was memorable and I got to know a special woman intimately. I’m just glad to be back with you in a more natural set of circumstances. We can relax and enjoy each other as we wish. 

Tia began, “I feel the same way. It’s time to get pregnant again. We can start that project next month, but for now lets start a sexual relationship that will keep us close for, hopefully, a long time. I even hope to see you during the time I’m pregnant. Pregnancy really made me horny up until the last month.” 

Greg propped a pillow behind his back, cradled Tia’s beautiful face into his neck and rolled her onto her side. “I find it so weird that we have hooked up like this again. You cannot imagine the number of times I have fantasized about making love to you.”

“I’ve had you in a few dreams too,” said Tia. I see ole “Big John” is still as proud as ever. I have really missed him so. And by the way, It looks as if little Rik is going to be well endowed in that area. You know from our first sessions that I do enjoy a plus size.”

Greg laughed and said, “That’s a thrill for me as I have to be careful with Gwn. You can take it deeper. She’s so tiny. If I lose control, I charge in to deep and it hurts her. That’s why I think she will love Tim. I know she wants to lose herself in reckless passion.”




Planning Another Impregnation



“Oh I can remember you touching places I’ve never been touched. I’m looking forward to that feel again. You are not going to make me wait long are you,” asked Tia? 

“I’m in no hurry. I don’t care if it takes all night. I want us to relax and enjoy ourselves and not feel that we have to screw ourselves into some wanton frenzy.” Greg continued to run his hands lightly over her tummy and let his fingers drift over vulva. 

Tia’s legs opened to give Greg easier access to her sensitive area. Her labial lips parted as her passions rose. She opened her mouth and let Greg consume her with a wonderful erotic kiss. Finally Tia whispered, “patience is fine but don’t make me wait. It’s been so long and I’ve missed this. A man’s cock makes us women do very naughty things. But they feel so good...so good.”

Greg groaned as Tia kept her hands slowly stroking his cock. She would squeeze and then take a finger and spread an abundant flow of precum over his glans. 

Tia eased over on her back and cradled Greg in her arms and between her legs. Greg barely supported his weight above her. He allowed his chest to rest comfortably on her breasts. His cock nestled between the open lips of her vagina. Instinctively her legs rose higher. Her back arched upward inviting him to her arousal. Greg held back to build the anticipation. Her heels hooked behind his hips. “Please…Put it in....Greg...Yess ...Yes...Don’t make me wait.”

Greg began a slow advance. She sensed that wonderful feeling of her lips being spread. The mushroom shaped head popped through her entrance. Tia wanted to wait longer for the first orgasm, but to much sensual activity had already built up. Her body felt as though lightning had struck as she spasmed. She cried, “hold me, hold me Greg...I can’t help it ...I’m coming...I’m coming.”

Greg held onto Tia as her body lurched through it’s orgasm. He eased himself to her sexual core with her body bouncing around his massive embedded cock. Slowly she began to relax. As Greg tenderly wiped the tears from her eyes, Tia said, “I didn’t want to go off that quick. I hope you aren’t disappointed. I’ll make it up to you.”

Greg laughed and said, “if you haven’t noticed you’ve got something of mine buried in you and I haven’t even fired the first time.”

Well you just keep going, I’ll catch up, laughed Tia. And with that approval Greg began a slow reciprocating action within his loins. Remnants of Tia’s first orgasm kept her body highly sensitized. “Easy...Easy...Wait...OK...Keep going...Oh yes...Like that, its so intense…so sensitive…keep going,” .she whispered.

Their bodies rocked slowly. They would stop, and clutch each other tenderly. Their genitals danced around and within their partner. Tim would flick his cock and Tia would squeeze around him with her well toned vagina. Tia’s lips tenderly kissed Greg’s face. She tuned into the feelings her nipples derived from Greg’s heaving chest. There was no hurry. Instinctively they were extending their urgent passion into a low smoldering marathon. 

Greg’s cock kept up a gentle relentless stroking. “I have a strange thought,” said Greg. “It would be nice to go to sleep in your arms with our bodies coupled, then let our subconscious minds takeover and transport us to that final climax....Kinda like having a wet dream together.” 

“Uuummm...that sounds nice. Where do get such thoughts?” asked Tia. “But, I don’t think that going to happen this time because my little sex motor is picking up speed.”

“Yep, I think I can feel it. ... here we go.” His hips began to administer longer and deeper strokes. A light sweat poured from his skin. His breathing became deeper as a rutting groan escaped his chest.

Tia sensed Greg’s rising passion. Her swollen labia cushioned his thrusting. Strange erotic thoughts entered her consciousness. She imagined herself being bred by a huge equipped stallion. Images of a gentle heifer being serviced by a snorting bull danced through her mind. Her young female body would be filled with endless quantities of sperm. Images of heavy breathing animals, with exposed phallus, and leaking semen, filled her erotic daydreams. These thoughts rapidly brought her closer to orgasm. 

Greg continued his endless methodical cultivation. His strokes were long, and deep. Greg’s arms locked behind Tia’s knees and elevated her in a position where she would feel the greatest penetration.

Tia hips were positioned to offer her greatest pleasure sacrifice. Her love tunnel gently squeezed and massaged every invasion.

Memories of Greg’s initial breeding crept back into Tia’s thoughts. So many mental images returned. She marveled at the tremendous cock strength her chosen stud provided. She was reduced to a subservient receptor of his sexual service. His masterful tool prepared her body for his ultimate deposition. 

Their bodies were in tune with the others. They were riding an ecstasy plateau; both, trying to delay the inevitable conclusion. Fatigue demanded the finish.

Greg’s eyes widened; his breathing became deeper. He gasped breathlessly, “Are you ready?” 

Tia embraced Greg and brought their lips together. Through their kiss she begged, “Yes, yes, come with me...come in me...please come.”

Their bodies responded and unleashed the orgasm that each of them held at bay. With their bodies locked together, uncontrolled spasms tore from deep within their sexual center. They held on and rode the ultimate sensual experience to its gentle conclusion. 

Sleep followed and morning came to soon. The drawn curtains slowly allowed the new light of day. Tia and Greg donated their bodies to the pleasure gods again.

Later in the afternoon, Tim and Gwn arrived to report their sensual success.

And next month a new project of procreation will be started.



Planning for the Party



It all started one Sunday afternoon, 6 days before Byron's girlfriend, Candice's birthday. Candice was going to turn 20 and she was excited to finally reach that age. Byron didn't care how old she was though. He just wanted what was between those luscious thighs.

Candice was about 5'6, 120 with a booty that just makes you want to bow down and worship it. She was absolutely a gorgeous woman. Her hair was long and smooth. Her brown skin was flawless as if she was born yesterday. Her breasts were smallish, but Byron didn't care, he loved that ass too much. She had one of those video booties if you know what I mean.

Church ended pretty uneventfully and everyone kinda scattered their own separate ways. Byron was checking out the asses on several of the young girls throughout the crowd when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Candice's mother Sandra was standing behind him. "Hi Byron, how are you this afternoon?"

"I'm straight, just looking for Candice..." Byron says nonchalantly. "Listen, I need your help with something. Candice has to work today, and this is a perfect time to plan her birthday party for Saturday."

"OK, what time do you want me to stop in?"

"Come by around 5, she'll be gone to work by then." replied Sandra. "Alright, I'll be there." Byron said looking at a plump behind walking by him. 

Then Byron turned just in time to see Sandra walk away from him. "Damn, I see where Candice got it..." thought Byron checking out the 38 year old mother of his girl. Sandra had long legs that led up to her wide flaring hips. Her ass, was juicy and jiggled through her black skirt. Her flat stomach was unbelievable for a woman with two children. But her big breasts bounce gracefully as she walked away. Byron couldn't peel his eyes off of those tits. 

He felt his dick twitch in his boxers. Byron knew he had to relieve himself some way. Just as he had decided to walk to his car and jerk off, he felt another hand on his shoulder. It was Candice. She kissed him on his cheek and said, "Hey baby, what's up? Why were you talking to my mom?" Byron, looking surprised, said "I was just telling her what I got you for your birthday..."

"What did you get me?" Byron smiled slyly and asked, "Do you really wanna know?" Candice cheered like a little kid, "Yes, yes, show me!"

"Aight, come to the car." 

Byron was tripping in his head because he knew what he was going to give her. His 8 inch dick was throbbing and begging for attention. They arrived at the car and Byron immediately started kissing Candice passionately. She kissed him back, but after a couple seconds, she pulled away. "Is this my present?"

"Part of it, just relax..." Byron said smoothly. Byron placed his hand on her left thigh and pulled her towards him. 

He loved the feeling of her legs in those stockings. Slowly raising up her skirt, he seen her pantiless pussy. He loved the way she trimmed her bush. Candice reached for his belt and unbuckled it and then slid his khakis down. She opened the slit in his boxers and pulled out his big black dick. 

She straddled him in the drivers seat of his car and slid herself down on his rod. They both moaned with pleasure. What made this more exciting is that they were in the parking lot of a church. She started off slowly and then she built up speed. Byron's cock was dripping with pre cum and he was humping his ass up and down in rhythm with her. Byron grabbed her tits and squeezed them tightly. He felt his cum boiling in his balls. Suddenly, he heard a knock at his tented window.

"Damn!!" Byron cracked his window slightly, "Yeah, what's up?" Outside of his window, was a 10 year old boy. "Why is your car shaking?" asked the little boy? "I'm doing something man, go away!" Candice laughingly, began to put back on her clothes. "Byron, I gotta go to work, we'll finish this later."

"Aight, damn..." Candice kissed Byron softly and got out of the car and went to her car and sped off hastily to work.

"Shit, it's 4:30! How long was we fucking!" Byron pulled up his pants and drove off towards Sandra's house. His cock was so hard and it wouldn't take much for him to shoot his load. Byron was on edge. He thought about jacking off in the car and just getting it over, but he didn't want to get cum everywhere and plus he was driving so he didn't want to kill nobody because his brain was temporarily out of order.

He pulled up to Sandra's driveway and sat in the car hoping his cock wouldn't stay hard for much longer. It didn't matter, his dick was hard and there was only one thing that would fix it. Byron got out of his car and walked to the doorway. Before he knocked, Sandra came to the door. She had changed clothes. She was wearing a tight black shirt that showed a lot of cleavage. She had on a black skirt, much shorter than the one from earlier, that accented her ass even more than the first one. Of course this didn't help his hardon.

She invited him in and told him to sit at the couch while she got drinks for them. She brought him a can of Mt Dew and she drank a sprite. Byron was pretty comfortable like this, his cock was still hard, but it wasn't as noticeable since he was sitting. It was rather chilly in the room, and with Sandra sitting next to him, he could easily see her nipples were hard through the thin material. 

As they continued listing ideas for the party, Sandra got closer and closer to Byron. His cock hadn't gone limp, but after about an hour it had lost a little of it's power. Byron thought that she was just kinda cold so he didn't mind a beautiful woman leaning closer to him. And neither did his dick. It started getting hard again as she got closer. 

Suddenly, Sandra got up. "I've got to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back." Byron was kinda relieved because his hardon was huge and could have easily been seen had she looked. He got up, knowing she wasn't in the room, and stretched a little. His big cock pointed out against his pants. Just as he finished his stretch Sandra walked back in. She was astonished. "Jesus, what do you have in your pants?" Byron was speechless, his mouth just dropped. Then he began to smile. "I can get some relief can't I" he thought. "It's my big dick, your daughter loves it, you want to try?" Byron said faking total confidence. Sandra looked appalled, but then she smiled evilly and licked her lips seductively.

She walked towards him and unzipped his pants and pulled out his big dick. She pushed him down to the couch and slick his dick in her mouth. She moaned, and groaned with his big dick in her mouth. He loved the feeling of her tight mouth around his dick. She couldn't get it all in, but what she got in she loved. Byron felt the burning again, "I'm gonna fuckin cum!!!"

"Oh shit, oh shit!" Sandra just bobbed up and down with her head and jerked him off hard and quick. Byron shot a load that should have blown her head off. Cum dripped from her mouth and all over his balls and dick.

Sandra raised her skirt and pulled her panties off. Byron, turned her around and said, "I'm gonna fuck you doggy style bitch..." She bent over the seat of the couch with her phat ass in the air. Byron's dick throbbed with delight. Her pussy was sopping wet. Byron put his dick at her entrance and slowly slid it in. Her pussy was virgin tight, but she slowly took it all in. Byron grabbed her hips and started humping away at her. She was screaming in ecstasy. Byron pumped harder and faster. He knew he wouldn't last long in that hot pussy. Sandra was cumming, and she didn't care about another thing in the world. Byron asked, "In your pussy or on your ass?" Sandra couldn't answer, her pleasure was so intense. Byron pulled his big slippery cock out and came all over her phat ass. 

Byron wasn't finished yet. He knew he had at least one more in him. "I want to titty fuck you!" Byron said. "Anything, I just want more cum!" Byron ripped off her shirt. Sandra grabbed her bra quickly and just pulled it up over her big tits. She didn't even want to unsnap it. All she knew is she wanted his cum. "Shit" Byron thought, "She love's cum!" Byron straddled her stomach and dropped his big dick between her juicy tits. His dick was totally lubricated from all the fucking they had done. Sandra squeezed her tits together and Byron fucked away. Every time his dick her came through her tits, she would lick it lick candy. 

Byron was fucking the hell out of her tits. He was yelling like a madman. His dick was out of his control and all he could do was let it go. He grabbed her tits and her hands and held them together even tighter. He felt the end coming. "Oh shit, baby here it cums!" 

Wad after wad of cum shot all over her face and her neck. Streams of cum covered her tits and in her hair. She took his dick in her mouth and sucked the last of his juice out. 

They cleaned up the cum, and they took a shower together and fucked two more times that evening before Candice got home. Byron left around 9:30 knowing Candice would be in around 10, he didn't want to get caught there. "Damn, I can't wait till the party!" thought Byron.



Planning to Nail Stuck-Up Virgins



I was obsessed with nailing Lisa and Carolyn. They were 18 year old stuck up virgins who teased all of the guys in our high school. I have to admit it, though -- if anyone ever had reason to be stuck-up based upon looks alone they did.

Lisa was blond, blue-eyed, lanky, very light complexion, as big a perfect bubble ass as a 5'7" 125 pound woman could have, perky tits, absolutely killer thighs, and fashion model face. Carolyn had medium length black hair, brown eyes, a dark complexion, a set of knockers way too big for her 5'3" 115 pound frame, and a face and look that defined "sultry." They didn't get along with each other probably because they were competing for the title of the school's biggest dick tormenter. They both considered it doing you a favor to talk to you.

Getting in the pants of these little shrews wasn't going to be easy, even though I considered myself a hot shit. At 19 I had just been elected captain of the hockey team for next season and was sure to be pre-season all state. I had matured physically early and had already had more than my share of tail by the summer before my senior year, but wasn't even close to nailing Lisa and Carolyn.

I decided to devote a considerable portion of my free time during the summer to develop a plan. For that purpose I enlisted the help of my two female cousins, Jen and Ginger, 23 and 22 respectively, both single and living together in a small house at the outskirts of town. They had always been great friends and advisors, and one time on a family vacation when I was 18 on a dare Ginger gave me a hand job.

Both Jen and Ginger were sexually aggressive and not bad looking. Their faces certainly weren't movie star beautiful, but their bodies were top notch, and their attitudes supreme, at least as far as this teenage boy was concerned.

When I told them what I wanted they gave me a list of factual information I needed to gather about Lisa and Carolyn and told me I would have to do whatever they told me to in order to succeed, and to do a month's worth of favors for them as payment after they tutored me. I readily agreed.

Most of the information they had me gather was to be expected. Some surprised me, however. The most surprising was a list of all of Lisa and Carolyn's female friends who had single mothers, their addresses, and as much about the mothers as I could find out. Fortunately I had a good relationship with the school busy-body, who also happened to be the daughter of the school secretary. In exchange for one condom-fuck she gathered all the information readily available.

I had a job during the summer, normally 8 a.m. to 4 p.m., Monday-Friday. Cousins Jen and Ginger had me come over to their house every day after work, and much of the day on Saturday and Sunday, for about a month. God how I loved those times, and look back on them with great fondness, because I didn't just receive "classroom instruction" but on-the-job training.

They revealed their plan to me. Fuck the mothers of at least one friend of each of Lisa and Carolyn, and do it in a way that the daughters are sure to find out about it. I didn't just have to just fuck them, however -- it had to be one of the best fucking experiences (more than once was great) of their lives. The on-the-job training had to do with both interesting them and then fucking them senseless.

After identifying four potential targets, we started on-the-job training. I remember my first conversation with Ginger about it like it was yesterday.

"So Brian, Jen is going to teach you how to interest the targets and how to fuck them subtly but so their daughters find out. I'm going to teach you everything you need to know about pleasuring them."

With my eyes as wide open as a snake's, and my zipper almost popping, I astutely responded "Okay."

"So first, do you know what a G-spot is and how to find it? It is what will separate you from her other experiences."

"Uh, actually, no. Gee, I thought that was a myth."

"Not every woman has one, it is sometimes hard to find even if she does, but if you do find it and know what to do with it you're golden."

Another brilliant response by me as I was now slobbering: "Oh."

May Satan take my soul if I lie, with that Ginger led me to her bedroom, undressed, spread her legs, and said "Start looking." This blew my mind, but I promised my teachers I would do what they said so I reluctantly (yeah, right) did as I was told.

As I started fingering Ginger she directed me as to what to look for and how to do it. "Gentle but purposeful; look for a rough patch; likely near the top of the pussy, about two knuckles deep."

I found hers after about 3-4 minutes (I could have found it faster, but I was having lots of fun and I wanted it to last as long as possible). When I contacted it she told me how best to stroke it. The next 10 minutes went something like this:

"Move your finger like in a -- aaagh, oh shit that feels good -- come hither motion. Oh God, that's it -- ooooh, groan -- gently for a couple of minutes, then harder. Oh shit, shit, shit, yes that's it. Now put in a second -- yelp -- finger; uh, oh, yeah, do the same -- aagh -- with it!"

Then the fun really began. 

"Now while -- wow, holy shit -- doing that, lick my clit and grab my ass with your other -- fuck, ah -- hand." 

After taking a deep breath she actually got off a complete sentence without moaning or groaning. "If I start shaking or screaming I'm climaxing; once I come down from that you poke me."

I followed Ginger's instructions with more enthusiasm than I ever have done anything else in my life -- even hockey! My tongue was working like I was a starving man licking an ice cream cone. My hand on her ass was massaging it and I even inadvertently stuck a finger on her rosebud, causing her to jump but not complain. And my two fingers in her cunt were beckoning her to come to me with all the intensity I could muster. I was a man on a mission.

I was probably as proud of anything I had ever done in my life when I caused her to shiver, shake, and scream as an orgasm ripped through her body like an F4 tornado. In fact I was so proud, admiring my work (since she was shaking so much I had to desist actual activity and just touch and gaze) that I forgot the last instruction. After Ginger started coming down from her high she mumbled "Get your fucking cock out of your pants and poke me you moron."

I immediately pulled my pants and boxers down to my knees, my cock was already so stiff and hard that it hurt, and I plunged it into her dripping wet cunt burying it completely. Now it was my turn to scream. Shit, no other fuck I ever had (most were with condoms) felt 1/10th as good as this first penetration.

After I pumped for a short while I got more instruction from my now almost-cognizant cousin: "That's it, now put my legs one at a time on your shoulders. Oh yeah; oh fuck yeah. Ohhhh. Now rub my clit with one hand while you knead a thigh with the other and while you bash the fucking shit out of me!"

I felt like a one-armed paper hanger, but did the best I could. I have to admit holding onto her creamy thigh, rubbing her now fully erect clit, and pumping with all I had, left me no time to think but just enjoy the moment. I rocketed a load into her! It felt over-the-top fantastic, and I started to slow down.

"What the fuck are you doing Brian, keep pumping and rubbing, I haven't come again yet." 

So I did what I was told for another few minutes until she started shaking, shivering, and screaming again, so hard that she literally expelled my dick from her pussy as I was on a backstroke.

We lay next to each other, sighing, then giggling, then cooing, for 10 or 15 minutes. Then Ginger got into classroom instructor mode.

"Do I need to put on my clothes so you'll concentrate, or can you just listen?"

"Well, uh, I, uh..." came stammering from my lips as I stared alternately at her pink nipples and her leaking cunt with a pool of mixed bodily fluids puddling beneath it.

"Okay, Einstein, I'll put on my clothes. You too otherwise I might be tempted to clean off your dick, and that lesson is for another day."

"Holy shit, when's that?" I mumbled to myself as we both were getting dressed.

Once we were fully clothed, Ginger proceeded to tell me everything I did right, and wrong. She didn't mince words. "To make the plan work you gotta be the best fuck these mommies ever had" she was happy to interject every three minutes. "I guarantee that the more she enjoys it, the more you will. You're off to a good start. Today you were already an 8, in the top 10 of guys I have had sex with. But you're going to be a 10 before I get through with you."

What else could I say but "You're the boss Ginger."

"Oh, and one other thing, once you get used to me and you get to be a 10, you're going to have to find Jen's G-spot and fuck her good too, so we can see how you can adapt."

I'm not sure since my boxers were already fully covered with bodily fluids but I think I came again in my pants as soon as she said that.

Since I had such a sexy, willing, ebullient, experienced instructor like Ginger, I progressed quickly. After about two weeks of G-spot massaging, eating, and fucking, she pronounced me a 10. Then on to the next phase. "So she can't possibly forget her fucking experience with you, you need to do her a second time within an hour of the first."

At that particular point in time I hadn't tried that before, especially since I had always just fucked and not stayed through the night with someone. But I knew I could since I often masturbated at night even after fucking Ginger in the afternoon. So the next Saturday we went for our first "double header".

Though I'm devoted to hockey I like to use baseball clichés. I pitched a no-hitter in the first "game," and still got a win in the second one. A 10 and an 8 was Ginger's assessment, although for the first time I thought she was lying, because she sure acted like I gave her a great orgasm the second time, and when we were finished so much cum was leaking out of her pussy she needed to stick a hankie in it, and replace it twice before I left. But do you think I was complaining? Hell no! She was by far the best fuck I had ever had, and doing her twice in a row was heavenly!

After another week of "double headers," she said I was ready for on-the-job training with Jen. 

Jen had not just been sitting on her thumbs during my training with Ginger. In addition to being regularly serviced by the two fuck buddies she had, she was doing extensive research for me, and had more information about my targets and their daughters than I thought was possible.

My first session with Jen was like a Sci-Fi experience. While Ginger liked me to be in control during sex, and Jen is laid back in normal life, I found out that when sexually aroused Jen is a wild woman -- a licentious, unrestrained, berserk sex maniac!

Our initial "consultation" started out clinically enough. Like Ginger, she undressed, spread her legs, and assigned me the task of finding her G-spot, although she insisted that I get naked ahead of time too. Her G-spot was smaller and more deeply and mysteriously positioned than Ginger's, but I went after it with even more determination than my first time with Ginger. Jen had always been somewhat of an unattainable vision to me. I masturbated thinking about her many times, and while she was always flirty and jovial with me I never envisioned I could ever hook up with her in the real world.

Though I was no expert at the time, I had seen my share of live pussies and loved porn so I thought I knew what an ideal vagina looked like. That misconception was dispelled when I saw and starting probing Jen's. Smooth big lips that she seemed to have muscle control over -- almost puckering to invite me in; a hooded clit that grew to an inch in size when stimulated; more snug than a virgin I had fucked.

I finally found, and then abused, her G-spot. It took more stimulation than Ginger's before she started freaking -- but when she did, she took freaking to a new level.

I had no sooner started to lick her engorged clit while still stroking her G-spot then she started emitting low guttural sounds. Before I knew it she had rolled me onto my back and was sucking my dick while I was still violating her clit and G-spot. She was like a goddamn vacuum cleaner she exerted so much suction. I never thought I could possibly get that hard.

Without warning she spun around, literally stabbed her cunt with my dick by leaping on top of me, grabbed my nipples and started twisting them, and moved her pelvis in so many directions at the same time I couldn't begin to figure out what the hell she was doing. All I know is that she was twisting, rotating, bouncing up and down, sliding forward and backward, and God knows what else all at the same time. My mind was literally blown as she erupted into an orgasm like she was Mt. Vesuvius. 

Even through her orgasm she kept gyrating. After a full minute of this I knew I needed to try and take control, so I pulled her chest onto mine (wow her big soft tits felt good against me) and started pummeling the crap out of her. After only about ten strokes (the most energetic of my life up to that point) I ejaculated in her tight cunt, sending her over the edge again. While I continued to hold her chest against mind her ass was moving all over the place, and she was literally sucking ever milliliter of cum out of me.

I was drained. I thought we were done as she finally calmed down and we lay chest to chest and my dick popped out of her. But within twenty minutes she had rallied, sucked me hard as a rock, and descended upon my upright cock yet again. This time it was even wilder. 

After we mutually pounded each other for about five minutes, she started rolling back and forth while we miraculously stayed mated. I couldn't believe that she was strong enough to move me back and forth, although I didn't put much effort into resisting. About the fifth roll she started climaxing, and literally rolled us off the bed, both of us landing on a side. She had already knocked the comforter and blankets off the bed so the landing was softened, and she didn't let our little flop dissuade her in any way. She kept gyrating, pumping and screaming, until I spurted some more wads of my cream into her.

Once we both recovered she gave her assessment. "You did a real nice job, Brian. Four or five more sessions and you'll be ready for anyone and anything."

When she said that I just smiled. Going through my mind, though, was "Shit, she might kill me by then -- but at least I will die a happy and fulfilled man."

Once my on-the-job training with Jen was over, I was hurting so badly I had to take a few days off from fucking and masturbating. Then my cousins gave me all the intelligence about the first target, and disclosed the other potential targets. I had, to my knowledge, never met any of them, although I might have seen them before.

The initial target was Madeline Johnson. She was the divorced mother of Lisa's best friend, Cherry. According to my cousins the lowdown was that she hadn't had a boyfriend, and likely hadn't been fucked, in several years, but had recently joined a health club to improve her muscle tone. Apparently Ginger got so much data by fucking Madeline's personal trainer just once that it was considered TMI for me, and I was only given the relevant parts.

To be honest I had a great amount of trepidation. Also, although Madeline was not bad looking by any means, I wasn't sure I wanted to fuck her. But there is no way I would even attempt to back out after what my cousins had done for me.

On a Saturday afternoon Cherry had already left for an overnight at Lisa's house. Jen had several days earlier pretended to be from a home improvement company having a blockbuster sale, and offered to send someone out to give Madeline an estimate on redoing her kitchen cabinets. I showed up at Madeline's door about 5:00. Jen and Ginger had made sure my outfit was perfect for the occasion, and had instructed me in detail how to approach the situation. It turned out to be easier and better than I thought.

Madeline was obviously impressed with my looks and clearly lightly flirted with me within two minutes of my arrival. I pretended to take all sorts of measurements, asked her all the right business questions while putting them in a flattering form such as: "I might not recommend a fully decorative knob for most people, but for a young in-shape woman like yourself, with an obvious appreciation for aesthetics from the way you've decorated your house, I think a brass decorative knob would be best."

Fortunately her cell phone rang once during the discussion, so Madeline retrieved it from her purse. It was Cherry with a quick question. After a 30 second discussion she signed off, apologized for the interruption, and placed her cell phone on the kitchen counter.

After a business discussion she asked if I wanted a cup of coffee. Then some wine (I looked like I was 22 or 23 even though just 19). I told her I liked older women -- teenagers and early twenties women didn't appeal to me. I asked if I should leave since I was sure her date would be arriving any minute. She started moving her legs apart as we sat and chatted. I would occasionally touch her bare arm, and felt it flinch or quiver. After we chatted and drank (her quite a bit, me very little) for two or three hours she went over to a cabinet with the supposed purpose of getting another wine glass to switch from white to red and said "I'm having a little trouble reaching it, Brian."

That was the type of cue my cousins told me I needed to pick up on and run with. I went over, got behind her and with her between me and the cabinet reached up and got the wine glass, moving my hard-on over her ass as I did so. She moaned. I grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her toward me.

"I've never been this direct before, Madeline, but I've also never been this turned on before. I need to make love to you, Madeline." With that I passionately kissed her on the lips. As instructed I broke off after about 20 seconds to give her time to protest.

"No Brian, we can't do that. I'm old enough to be your mother."

"Leave my mother out of it. I love your look and feel," I continued rubbing my hands up and down her body. She half-heartedly tried pushing me away. Then I planted a French kiss on her while pulling her ass toward me with one hand and kneading a tit with the other. The first part of the game was over; now for the fucking and expose‛. 

I had already put the text "now" in my cellphone. While kissing Madeline I pressed the "Send" button, transmitting a text to Ginger, and then lifted Madeline up and carried her up the stairs asking "Where's your bedroom" while nibbling the nape of her neck. 

"Oh, Brian, I don't think we should do this -- to the right at the end of the hall on the second floor -- I don't want you to be disappointed."

I made sure to leave her bedroom door wide open when I carried her inside and placed her on her mattress.

While I was disrobing and probing Madeline, on my quest for her G-spot, Ginger entered the house and used Madeline's cellphone to send a text to Cherry that read: "Be sure not to come back into the house the next two hours." Then Ginger left and waited in her car, parked across the street.

When I got Madeline upstairs I slowly took her clothes off, kissing her passionately after the removal of each article. After I removed her bra I took my time tracing my fingers over the entire circumference of each breast, and then played with both nipples lightly twisting and pulling on them. At first she only intermittently looked me in the eye, obviously playing mental ping pong with whether she should let herself go, but after about the fifth light twists and pulls of her nipples, she stared straight into my eyes with a sly smile on her face.




Planning to Nail Stuck-Up Virgins



I have to admit, her tits were really nice. Plump without much sag, large areola and oversized firm nipples. They were so inviting I started sucking on them, eliciting pleasure groans from Madeline.

After sucking each tit for about five minutes I removed Madeline's panties and ran my fingers through her full but thin bush. It was no surprise that it was a different color than the hair on her head. What was a surprise, however, was how nicely trimmed the bush was, how prominent her pussy lips were, and what nice, creamy, thighs she had!

Once I ran my hand over her gash a few times while staring into her eyes I said: "Don't you want to see what I have for you?" 

Her smile grew bigger as she slowly undid my belt, button, and zipper, and pulled my pants down. My hard on was poking through the flap of my boxers. At first she probed the exposed part of my cock with her fingers, like she was checking whether or not it was real, and then pulled down my boxers, which I quickly stepped out of.

I laid Madeline on her back on the mattress, and expertly went on a quest for her G-spot. I intentionally took my time finding it but when I did I immediately went for the kill. Using everything Ginger and Jen had taught me, I so expertly abused her bundle of nerve endings that she was soon writhing around, pulling my hair and moaning loudly. After I knew she was on the verge of a precipice I started sucking her clitoris while continuing to work over her G-spot. Within a minute she had an earth shattering climax, and clamped her pussy on my two probing fingers.

I lay next to Madeline as she recovered, playing with her tits and pussy lips, and kissing her lightly on her cheeks and forehead. Then my cell phone rang once -- only once. That meant that Ginger had seen Cherry approaching the house. ("My God, Ginger and Jen had to be mind readers to know that Cherry couldn't stay away after getting that text -- remind me never to try and fool them," flashed through my brain.)

Now I went to work. Positioning Madeline on her hands and knees and so that both of us could be recognized by someone standing at the door to the bedroom, I stroked her pussy a few more times and then buried myself in her balls deep. I started slow fucking her. While she was indubitably enjoying it, after a couple of minutes she started begging me to fuck her harder; but I needed to wait. Soon after she started begging I saw two heads reflected in her mirror peering surreptitiously around her doorjamb. I slow fucked her another minute or two until she was almost screaming for me to fuck her harder.

Then I started pounding the shit out of her. In addition to moving in and out I was occasionally rotating, and with my hand closest to the door massaging a tit. I took one last glance in the mirror to confirm the heads were still peering around the doorjamb and then started grunting and groaning as I discharged a colossal load of joy juice into her. She started shaking and screaming and then started whimpering. Playing her part better than if I had scripted it, interspersed with her whimpers were "Oh my God that was amazing," "Holy shit," "the best fuck I ever had." After that last statement I pulled out of her, lay on the bed, and rolled her on top of me, stroking her ass and the side of her tit closest to the door, as I continued to kiss her while stealing glances into the mirror.

After another couple of "Oh Wows" from Madeline I proudly and loudly proclaimed "I'm not done with you Madeline; we're gonna fuck again in about ten minutes," causing her to lift up her head, look me in the eye smiling, kiss me on the lips and say "I don't have any nerve endings that are still functioning, but fuck away whenever you're ready."

After that I could see the heads move away from the doorjamb, and I got a shit-eating grin on my face.

While I could have left then since my mission was accomplished, I have to say I truly enjoyed fucking Madeline and saw no reason to leave. I told her I had to make a couple of calls and out of her hearing called my parents to say I would be crashing at Ginger and Jen's house, called Ginger and told her she was a genius and that it went perfectly and asked her to cover for me if my parents called because I was spending the night. 

Ginger's response: "You like that mature pussy, huh?"

My reply: "Not nearly as good as yours, but I want another go at it."

Ginger just laughed and said "I'll cover for you."

I went back to bed and fucked Madeline again as running through my mind was the delicious thought that both Cherry AND Lisa had seen us fucking and heard Madeline praise my abilities. I also woke her up in the middle of the night and fucked her a third time, and then ate her in the shower we took together the next morning when her pussy was too sore for another fuck.

When I left about 10 a.m. on Sunday Madeline said smiling -- not teary eyed -- "I feel better than I have in twenty years Brian."

"You are one amazing fuck Madeline," I replied, then French kissed her good-bye.

WOW! One down, one to go.

The next target approach was as disastrous as the first was smooth. I've suppressed all memory of it so don't ask. At least that gave me time to close up loose ends on my arrangement with Madeline. 

I called Madeline up and told her that I had lost my job because the company I worked for had gone bankrupt. Jen had already called her to tell her that so she wouldn't try and contact our fictitious company to buy cabinets. I then said "I hope we can still be friends."

"Brian you didn't tell me you were a rising High School Senior."

"It never came up, Madeline. I didn't think it mattered. How did you come across that?" 

"Well I think you know my daughter Cherry."

"You mean you are the same Johnson as Cherry Johnson?"

"Yes."

"Wow, I didn't know. I never saw you at school or hockey games."

"That's because I rarely go to the school and have never been at a hockey game. Anyway, a couple of days after our 'meeting'---"

"You mean our over-the-top fuck session?"

"Ha, ha. Yes you could put it like that. Anyway Cherry was looking through her yearbook at the kitchen table asking me if I thought various guys in her class were cute when she pointed out your photo. I almost fainted right there."

"Ha, ha, well what did you say?"

"When I regained my composure I said 'He's not bad.'"

"Not bad, huh, ha, ha."

"Well what did you want me to say, 'He's a great fuck?'"

"Ha, ha. Guess not."

"Well after that I said 'Why are you asking me about this Cherry?' She just smiled and said 'No reason.' You haven't told anyone have you Brian?"

"No, I don't kiss and tell. Plus, I didn't know until this conversation that you were the mother of someone in my Class."

"Well, I am embarrassed that I had sex with a High School boy, although you certainly don't look or act like one. I can't repeat it."

"Look, Madeline -- how about just once more and I promise, promise, promise I won't bug you again. I just need to get in you one more time."

There was a long, pregnant pause. "Just once more. Tomorrow night, Cherry will definitely be gone from 7-9."

I really enjoyed fucking Madeline again --"Mature pussy really is nice if she is representative," I remember thinking to myself -- and we mutually gave it up after that.

Back to the next target -- Jen and Ginger didn't let the disaster get me down. They put me after the backup target -- Faith, the mother of Julia, one of Carolyn's friends. 

Faith took a little more work than Madeline. But unlike Madeline, I had no trepidation about fucking Faith, and not just because Madeline had turned out to be fun. Faith had a perfect bubble ass, slim waist, and a face bordering on beautiful. 

My initial hook on Faith was that she attended spinning classes three times a week without fail. [For those unfamiliar with "spinning" it is a stationary bicycle exercise class with a leader, music and light settings, and sometimes videos, to keep things interesting.] I joined the class, and quickly got to know her, and rode next to her for the 2nd through 4th classes we took together. Like Madeline she had no clue I was in High School. I had gotten chummy enough with her that I asked if I could get a ride from her if I ever needed one, and she could from me, and we exchanged phone numbers.

The 5th class we were to be together was on a Saturday of a weekend she had told me Julia was going to visit her father (divorced from Faith) in another state. That morning I sabotaged -- in a manner easy to fix -- her powered garage door opener motor, and her car was stuck in her detached garage. I waited for her call, and smiled to myself when it came.

I picked her up, we had a pleasant chat on the way to class, fun there, and I told her I would look at her garage door when I dropped her off. I also told her that I might have to drop out of spinning because of my "work" schedule, and was pleased to see disappointment on her face.

When we got to her house I immediately fixed her garage door motor "Just a loose wire" I told her. She invited me inside for a drink. She didn't drink booze, only healthy stuff, so I was wondering what needed to be done to suppress her resistance. I needn't have worried. 

Faith pretended to get a cramp in her right calf. I immediately went over to her and started massaging it. She liked it -- lots. I then made up some bullshit like if your calf cramps sometimes a thigh cramp can't be far behind, and she gladly gave up her thigh to me.

To make a long story short, within 10 minutes of me touching her thigh we were fucking each other's brains out in her shower. By rubbing her G-spot and clitoris I gave her three more orgasms, and I fucked her twice more, before I left the next morning. God I was learning to love mature pussy; no games, whining, "will you still respect me," any of that shit.

Letting Julia know about this was also more complicated than Cherry's situation. But our intelligence came through once again. 

On Wednesdays Julia always took her lunch break from her summer job working for the Park Service at a particular park bench. I cut out of work just a little before noon, and got to the bench next to her bench a little before she did. When Julia arrived I called Faith and had a conversation on the phone that I made sure was not too loud as to be obvious, but loud enough for Julia to hear. Uttering her name over and over again, I told Faith that I had had a wonderful time, that sex with her was remarkable, and made sure to say things like "I knew you would like my action on your G-spot." I could tell Julia -- while looking straight ahead and quietly eating a sandwich -- was taking in every word.

After the call I got up and walked past Julia, and pretended to do a double take when I saw her and stammered: 

"Oh; hi Julia."

"Hello Brian."

After I slowly walked past her I turned and with a puzzled look on my face asked "Julia, I know that this is an odd question, but what is your mother's name?"

With half sneer and half smile she responded "Faith."

I gave an Academy Award performance by putting my hand to my mouth -- looking scared and speechless -- then just mouthing "Oh," and slowly turning and walking away.

The advance work was now complete. Would Jen and Ginger be right? Would this open up the stuck up vixens' thighs so I could cram my dick into their virgin cunts?

--Stay tuned for "Executing a plan to nail two stuck up virgins" which will be in a different category since no more significant incest.--



Planning



"That was great, Carl," she said again. And when I didn't answer she said, "baby? Carl? Where are you?"

Fully dressed, I sat back down on the bed next to her. "Right here, little peach," I said in my own voice, and pulled the sleepmask off her face. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me, a little dazedly, as they started to focus.

Then she cried, "ohh!"--a single short sound, instantly cut off. I gazed at her, and her face took on a terrified expression, her eyes wide and her mouth tightened into a frightened grimace.

I had all sorts of angry words ready--weeks of rage and misery I was ready to unload on her--but instead I said nothing, just watched her face as she processed what had taken place in that motel room over the previous two hours.

Lauren turned very pale. She licked her lips nervously, looking at my impassive face. "David, I--

"Oh my God. David. I can't think what you--

"Honey. It isn't, I mean it wasn't what--"

She couldn't finish a sentence. Perhaps not surprising under the circumstances. I silently watched her, and tears started to fall from the corners of her eyes. She lay there, naked except for the teddie bunched up around her chest, sweaty, cum dripping from her pussy, hands bound above her head, and began to cry, shaking her head, still looking at me but shaking her head, saying, "no, no, it isn't--you can't, it's not--"

I stood up and watched her, still saying nothing, as her sobbing grew louder. Then I pulled out a prepaid cellphone and hit a pre-set number. When the voice at the other end said, "EyeWitness News Tip Line," I said, "yeah, I'm at the Best Western Kenwood on Montgomery Road and there's some sort of domestic dispute or sex thing going on in the next room, Room 128.

"Yeah," I continued. "I can't tell if a lady is being raped or what, but there's a lot of screaming and yelling. I already called 911, but I figured I'd call you guys too."

Without waiting for a reply I hung up the phone. Lauren had stopped crying--she was twisting her head to look up at me, a horrified expression on her face.

"No baby, please, don't let them, don't let anybody see me, please, baby I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, please Dave ..."

Looking right into her eyes I dialed the phone again. "911, what is your emergency?" the voice asked.

"Yeah, I'm at the Best Western Kenwood and some guy is fucking, I mean excuse me, a man is having sex with a woman in Room 128 and the door is wide open, I mean you can see everything. I walked by with my kids and I mean, my God, he's got her tied down on the bed and everything!" I hung up the phone.

Lauren was crying out wildly now, twisting to try to free herself. "Please baby, please, please you're not going to leave me here, I'm begging you, please--"

I bent down and covered her mouth with my hand, holding her face tightly so she couldn't twist away from me. Her eyes held a panicked look as she stared back at me. I held her that way for a couple of minutes, just looking at her. Looking at the face of the woman I'd loved nearly my entire adult life.

And then I let her go and walked out of the room, ignoring her desperate cries and pleas from behind me. I used a cushion from the couch to prop the door wide open and I walked out into the parking lot, going over to sit on a bench near the street.

In about four minutes a big EyeWitness News van pulled into the lot. I waited until I saw two guys, one with a big camera, head towards the open door of Room 128, and then I crossed the street, got into my car, and drove away.

SCENE 5

There has to be one more scene, doesn't there? I mean, it would be nice to end it right there, Lauren tied to the bed, the news crew headed into the room, the police on the way? But there's always an aftermath, whether you like it or not. Unless someone's dead, I guess. Then there's no aftermath--for them at least.

It was a Saturday in mid-September and I was driving back to the house, the house that Lauren and Tina and I used to live in together. Only now I lived in an apartment downtown, Tina was in her dorm at USC, and the house was on the market--Lauren couldn't afford the mortgage on her own.

After my little marriage-ending adventure with Lauren I'd flown out to San Francisco for my vacation: saw my brother, drove through the Rockies, and had a great visit with my daughter. Then I'd come back home and started to build a new life: the life of a single guy.

I'd had my lawyer start the divorce, and I'd avoided all contact with Lauren except to leave a message saying that I'd give her until November 1st to buy my half of the house--after that I was going to sell it. She'd called and emailed me for weeks but I never responded--nothing I wanted to say to her, and nothing I wanted to hear, either.

I'd had a friend keep track of the press coverage of my little escapade. It got a couple of articles in the local paper--no pictures, alas!--and three days worth of nudge-nudge, wink-wink stories on the local Eyewitness News channel at 11:00. They'd shot a little footage they could use: the camera approaching the open door of the motel, then a partial shot of a bound woman on a bed. Unfortunately, no shots of Lauren's face, and the news station never mentioned any names, undoubtedly to avoid a lawsuit. Ah, well.

But Mrs. Montefiore was in the process of taking her husband to the cleaners, as they say, and she'd made enough of a fuss at the company to get Lauren fired. The word had gotten around among our friends who the anonymous lady in that crazy motel room story was--that was good enough for me.

Lauren had had to take an administrative job 20 miles away, at a lower salary. I knew she'd never be able to keep the house. And from what Tina told me, she'd been miserable and apologetic the whole week that Tina was back, before leaving again for college. Tina was still so angry she was barely talking to her mother.

I pulled into the driveway, parked, and walked into the house. Lauren had agreed to sign the divorce papers and the power of attorney on the house if I'd come talk to her.

She was sitting at the kitchen table over a cup of coffee, watching me as I walked in.

"Hello David," she said quietly.

"Lauren." She looked older, a little smaller. She hadn't been sleeping well, and maybe not eating too well either. I didn't find my heart overflowing with much sympathy.

"You want coffee?"

"No thanks." I got myself a glass of water and sat down.

She gestured toward the counter and said, "the papers are all there. I signed them. How long do I have before I'll need to find a place?"

"Probably at least 2-3 months. Even if it sells instantly, people usually need a couple of months before closing. I'll let you know."

There was a silence.

"I know we're done," she said suddenly. "I have spent a long time thinking about this, as you can probably imagine. I thought--in addition to asking myself why I was such a fool, I mean--I thought about how I would feel if the situation was reversed, if you'd been having an affair behind my back.

"And I couldn't even begin to imagine taking you back, under any circumstances. The feeling of betrayal, the shock and humiliation, the anger at being cheated on and lied to and treated with such, such contempt ..."

She looked at me, unhappy but dry-eyed. "I'm just trying to say that 'I get it,' David. Or at least I sort of get it. I won't claim I can really know what it felt like for you.

"If there were any chance, any way at all you could ... I don't know, find a way to give me another chance .... I would do anything, give you every ounce of devotion and love within me, to make up for what I've done.

"But I don't expect there's any possibility of that." Her eyes flicked up to glance at my face, but all she could have seen there was a blank stare.

"So what I really wanted to say is, I'm sorry. Sorry I cheated on you, sorry I acted like a whore, sorry I disrespected all the love and loyalty and support you've given me since the day we met.

"I'm sure my apology doesn't mean much of anything to you--but you still deserve it, and I still wanted to give it to you."

She gazed at me, no doubt hoping I'd say something even a little bit comforting, but I didn't. I just looked back at her--no nod, no "uh-huh." Just looked.

"Did Tina tell you how we found out?" 

She nodded, her face tight with pain. "I asked her several times and she finally did. I feel so terrible about that.

"For what it's worth, David, it was never about humiliating you or hurting you. I know I was an idiot to think I could keep it secret, but that's what I was trying to do. We were ... at least we thought we were being very careful."

She started to tell me about how it had started, and I put up my hand.

"I don't want to hear it. I don't care how it started, I don't care why you did it, or how long it went on, or any of that.

"You wanted to tell me you're sorry--okay, you told me. Anything else?"

I knew I was being a cold-hearted bastard, and it was a bit surprising that I found it so easy to do. She was suffering, and I found I wasn't the least bit interested in being consoling or even decent to her. You do the crime, you do the time. And it was my marriage she'd destroyed, my happy life she'd blown into a million pieces.

As I waited a tear slid down her cheek. "No, David, I guess there isn't anything else."

Without another word I picked up the signed papers, turned and walked out of the house.