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If at First...

By: Azuldrgon



(Possibly the longest story I have written. Thanks to all who helped me by reading it and giving me feedback. I owe you all a ton of kisses.)

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Corey walked up the stairs as he readied himself for the night of dancing he promised his lover that night. He arrived at her room and glanced in as Sylvia stood there, just as she finished lacing her boots up to her knees, nothing else hiding her porcelain skin from his view. As Corey neared closer to her, Sylvia tensed slightly before he planted a few kisses along her neck as his hands reach around her waist He pulled her closer as he looked on the bed and saw the beautiful slinky black dress soon to adorn her form. As Corey noticed the lack of chest coverings on the bed, he nodded at her before he told her two simple words. 

"No panties."

This shocked Sylvia slightly, but she realized that he had more sneaky ideas in mind as the dress fell upon her erect nipples and began to cover her form. As she reached back behind her to pull the zippered edges closed, she could feel Corey still in the room just watching her. She walked over to her vanity mirror to secretly check herself out in the mirror as she took her small hands to raise her long brown hair to give her ideas while he watched. It also gave her the chance to check out what her lover wore. 

She could see the black dress shirt he wore and the way his hair was cut short from the haircut he received earlier that day in preparation for that night. Corey wore a dark pair of slacks accented with a small silver buckle from the black belt he wore. She thought to himself that he was definitely in the clothes to party with her friends in. 

He was looking on gladly as she started putting her hair up to expose her neck the way he liked. Corey knew from previous experiences that her neck was a strong erotic point on her. He was holding himself back as his desires wanted him to nibble on her exposed neck again and wrap his arms around her before just mauling her onto her bed. In his heart he knew that Sylvia wanted to go out and enjoy a night dancing and hanging out with her friends. It was the least he could do since her beloved was overseas for a few months and he came to visit. All Corey wanted was her happiness and as she finally decided on how her hair would be, he mentally prepared himself for that night. 

They walked down the stairs towards the front door as she held his hand. It was a firm grasp, not the dainty hold that one would expect from a woman of that size. Her small less than six foot frame did a divine job of holding the beautiful natural assets she had been blessed with. She felt a little self conscious about not wearing undergarments under the sparkled black dress she wore nor did she comprehend the reason why he insisted on wearing her black high heeled boots although they were her favorite footwear for going out. She left that night in his hands since Corey was the guest for that week long visit. Sylvia had helped him so much already in exploring himself in ways he couldn't at home. Just the freedom to have an afternoon romantic snog fest or to allow himself to be secured to her headboard had loosened him up in so many ways from the uptight Yank he used to be. Even though Sylvia had not had intercourse with him, she felt closer to him than just a few days prior. It was getting harder for her to hold herself back from fucking this American rotten at every opportunity. 

Corey slid into the back of the taxi as she looked at him so calm at that point. As the driver drove towards the club they would be meeting her friends at that night, Sylvia could feel his breath on her neck and her insides begin to melt from the attention. As his hand slid down her exposed arm, she was imagining nothing around them except his lips on her neck and his hand on her arm.She moaned softly as he opened his lips and allowed an open mouth kiss to cover the nape of her neck. He too could feel her begin to melt under his touch and although his mind was telling him to wait, his loins desired to do more. 

A gentle cough from the cab driver alerted them to their arrival to the club. As he paid the driver, she slid closer to him as they opened the door and exited towards the open doors. There before them was the club she loved to dance at. It had been four months since she was there and she felt a slight pit in her stomach as she remembered the last time was with her husband.How she wished at that moment that it was both Corey and her husband there to dance with her. He could sense her apprehension as he stood there with her, not feeling comfortable in highly social situations like that. As they walked slowly forward, she heard the sounds of her friends laughing. She turned her head and walked over and began to get involved in their conversation as Corey stood there quietly. It wasn't until she introduced her girls to him that he spoke quietly and shyly. 

They all entered the club and as Corey relegated himself to waiter and security guard, the girls began to cut the rug and dance like crazy. He watched as Sylvia was smiling again enjoying the dancing and glasses of wine he brought her. As the night wore on, she gradually encouraged him to go on the floor with him and attempt to dance. It was then his turn to be self conscious as he felt like the elephant trapped in the room full of glass with his clumsy dance moves. All it took was one look from her to help him feel more at ease. As the night went on, he even was given the chance to dance with her girlfriends to get to know them better before her small hands would grab him back to herself. 

The cab arrived to take them back to her house as her friends were already escorted back to their vehicles by him. Sylvia watched as this gentle soul walked back after the last of her buddies was driving away and noticed his face was down. When prodded, Corey revealed how he didn't want that night to end because of how free he felt and how much fun they were having. As he held the door to allow her to enter first, his hand softly touched her rear and rubbed it through the fabric of her dress, shocking her slightly in a good way. As he entered the cab, the driver started to drive as they snuggled closer and began to whisper among themselves. 

It wasn't long until Sylvia began to breathe heavy again as his hand again fell to her arm and his mouth secured itself on the nape of her neck. She allowed a moan to again fall from her lips as his other hand reached around and softly grazed the side of her breast. She looked at Corey, her eyes slightly glazed over as his lips then touched hers and their tongues began to slide along each other. Her arms circled his shoulders as his encircled around his. Their kisses became more passionate, more heated as they started to steam up the back windows of the cab. 

The driver did his best to ignore them as he drove towards her home. He could hear the sounds of their kisses as he kept his gaze forward, keeping his eyes on the road covered with the sudden downpour that started. He could see the lights bouncing off the sheets of raindrops as he started to turn on his radio to drown out the sounds of the couple in the backseat. 

She felt herself begin to lose her control as she kept forcibly kissing him, showing him how much she needed his touch, how much she wanted him as much as he could give her. Her mouth secured on the nape on his neck as he cried softly. She was attacking him like a freed wild creature just showing him her emotions as they flowed through her mouth, her hands and her eyes. He looked down on her and noticed the beads of sweat forming on the exposed skin of her breasts as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt to run her hands through his chest hair. In her mind, she needed him there and then. 

The cab driver announced that they were there. As Sylvia slowly climbed off of his lap, the anger was visible in her eyes of that interruption. As she slowly opened the door and ran into the house, Corey paid off the driver and ran in afterwards. He could hear the splashing water as the cab drove off quickly. 

As he entered the house, Corey could hear her sobbing in the other room. He quickly walked towards her and saw how she sat on the couch. He quickly ran to the kitchen and fetched the tissues that were on the dispenser as she sat there, hands over her eyes as she sobbed. As he set them next to her on the coffee table, he walked over and began to set a fire in the fireplace. As his hands worked hard to get the fire to blaze, Sylvia raised her head from her hands and watched how he worked on this menial of tasks. 

He turned slowly to see the trail of tears down her face as he thought about what caused her to cry like she did. He slowly turned towards her and grabbed a throw blanket from a nearby chair to cover her bare shoulders to help her maintain her warmth. 

Sylvia appreciated this attention as he went into the kitchen to make some warm cider to drink. As he brought in the mugs of warm liquid, she smiled in the fire light. He set down the cup before her and began asking about her welfare. She started to talk about her husband and how much she missed him. How much she missed his touch and the way they seduced each other. He sat there quietly listening as she kept emptying her soul to him. Her eyes began to glaze over again as she told him how much she missed his firm grip on her and his knowledge of her weak spots. Corey listened more as she told him how much she had to hold back and how that night was the first time she allowed her passions to be released. She also asked him for forgiveness as she didn't want to use him as her husband's substitute. 

He rose to his feet and knelt before her. Corey calmly told her that she was lovely and that it was all right, especially with all the different experiences she had helped with the past couple days. He then kissed her forehead and bid her good night as he started to climb the stairs to the guest room before her gentle voice called out to him. He turned to see her stand where she sat. 

She asked him if it was all right if she slept in the same bed as he that night. He walked back down the stairs and walked over to where the fireplace was to extinguish the flames. He then put forth his hand to take hers into it as they walked to her room in order to sleep. He slowly undid the shirt she unbuttoned partially earlier while she slipped out of her dress and started to untie her boots. He knelt before her and started to unlace them for her as she looked on smiling. He detected the scent of her arousal, but chose to ignore it so he could concentrate on helping her relax. As Sylvia lay back on the bed, he started having erotic thoughts on what she could do from that position. It took every ounce of control he could muster to ensure he didn't try what he wanted to do at that moment. 

She watched as he slowly removed his dress shirt and began to undo the belt on his slacks. Even under cover of darkness, she could see the telltale sign of his arousal by the tent formed in the boxers he wore. There was a part of her that wanted so much to grab him, throw him on the bed and screw him until he fell into deep slumber. Yet she could tell Corey was holding back due to his desire not to hurt her. As he slipped into bed next to her, she could feel the tenseness emanating from him and the conflict knowing that his feelings were in warfare within him over what he should do. As she began to hear him snoring quietly, she understood that she had a ton of making up to do the next day. 

The sounds of birds chirping aroused Corey from slumber as he looked towards the open window. A slightly cool breeze waltzed in from outside partially chilling him on his exposed toes peeking from the blanket. He leaned over and could see the spot barren next to him where Sylvia slept the night before. He slowly began to remember the previous night. He remembered the cab ride where he began to feel her unbridled passions locked away for a long time since the departure of her beloved to war. He remembered her tears as she cried over the betrayal she felt allowing herself to release said passions on this friend she invited over for visiting with. He could remember how he held back when the scent of her arousal was inviting him in for one night of lust and iniquity and how he felt it his duty to deny himself this simplest of desires. He rolled over and over within his own cerebellum whether his actions were the wisest or if he went too far into allowing her to wallow in the depression his manly advances had caused. Slowly, he could smell the aroma of apple wood and warm coffee billowing from beyond the closed door hiding him from whatever his fate was to be. 

Warily, he slid out of the bed and grabbed a blue bathrobe that was one of her presents to him when he first arrived knowing that he loved that color and it would make him more comfortable first thing in the morning. As he tied the belt securing it to his otherwise under clothed form, he slowly padded his way to the door and opened it as a soldier preparing for an ambush. He attempted to walk down the small hallway and down the stairs towards the kitchen in case he attempted to speak and disrespected his hostess again. This changed when he arrived at the table and saw the sight before him. 

There stood the hostess, Sylvia before him. Her hair of brown was behind her head to frame her porcelain face with the widest of smiles. She wore a black apron that was lightly frilled with white fringe along the edges and no design where her stomach was. As she turned towards him, he could see the apron had a slanted front, like a v-neck blouse that revealed more of her sensuous cleavage. Oh the weakness he felt at that moment looking at her and the impure thoughts that began to overtake his mind as he saw her. A glance down her beautiful legs revealed that she secured a pair of heels along her feet putting any cheesy French maid costume from the internet's erotic costume collections to shame. As she walked over closer, he was unsure of what to say or how to approach. He was as a virgin about to confront his first experience, unsure of his movements, unsure of what to say almost stuttering both in speech and mind. 

Her words were both blessing and calming to him as she began to speak of this hero's breakfast for her hero from last night. She began to say more as he looked before him and saw the bread and jam and scrambled eggs and bacon before him with orange juice in a carafe waiting to be devoured by him. As he looked at her again in wonder, she blushed slightly realizing that her desire to recompense from the previous night might have overwhelmed her shy friend slightly. As she turned to fetch the coffee pot, he could see the dark colored boy shorts and the really tiny tank top she wore under her apron. His judgment failed when he whistled at her.

She turned slowly to see the embarrassed grin on his face as the laughter began to form within her stomach and rose through her chest to explode out of her mouth as his laughter began to join hers. This was silly, both of them thought. Yet here both of them were laughing at the predicament they found themselves in. There he sat at breakfast oogling the beautiful woman he had been with for the previous week even though parts of him were unsure if said admiration of her form was a legitimate hobby to take part in while she stood there wearing next to nothing to be more comfortable around the man she almost had the most passionate sex with the previous night since her husband left for service. The humor in the situation was overcoming the tenseness. 

It wasn't long til both sat down and began enjoying the fruits of her morning labors as they began laughing over the different things happening that morning. Soon, the abdomens of both were filled and they began to clean up when her hands found his neck and began to rub it slightly in a massaging manner. He sat there enjoying the treatment for a minute before she leaned down and kissed the spot she rubbed before whispering in his ear how the breakfast was the beginning of his hero's day and how she was going to surprise him with more later. As she rose to finish placing the dishes in the dishwasher, he watched as the boy short covered rear of hers swayed slightly while she bent over. His mind was already contemplating what he wanted to do to her as she rose to look at his goofy grin mid thought. 

Sylvia then told Corey how that day was going to be slightly different since she had a chat to perform with her husband on the computer and that her friends would be taking him out for a day of sight seeing and shopping. He looked at her partially surprised since he didn't think about the fact that her outfit could have possibly been designed with her husband in mind. Politeness and respect for her decision kept him from asking this question since he didn't know as yet what surprises or ideas she was planning for him. As he slowly walked back up the stairs, Sylvia yelled up that he should wear a nice pair of shorts with a polo considering the warmth coming in from the sun by that time. As Corey went back to the guest room, he saw in his closet an outfit Sylvia picked out for him. A baby blue polo with a pair of khaki colored cargo shorts. As he showered, he debated within himself if he should release some of the tension that remained from the night before. This question was quickly answered when Sylvia walked into his bathroom and dropped off a towel, reminding him that the girls would be there in fifteen minutes and he had to hurry. Sylvia stole a glance at Corey's member through the curtain although the designs partially hid it from her total view. In her mind, she wished she could jump in the shower with him, bend down to both knees and worship it the way she wanted to at that moment. She could feel her insides begin to flutter as she excused herself and get back to where the chat would happen in the study. 

It wasn't long before Corey was downstairs as the doorbell rang. He took it upon herself to open it and saw three of the girls from the previous night waiting. 

Jasmine was to his left. Corey could tell that she recently had her black hair highlighted slightly and that her lips were a burgundy color with the lip gloss she wore. Jasmine's petite frame was enclosed in a white sundress with flower accents. Corey could tell her natural breasts were as petite as she was, but she had a wide smile. 

Harley was in the middle. From what Sylvia talked about her, he could tell that Harley was definitely the wild child of the group. Her bleach blond hair hung low to her shoulders as her t-shirt advertising the same motorcycle company poked out towards him effectively showing off her doubly delightful chest. She wore a pair of cut off jean shorts that looked a little small to hide her hips. 

Melody was to his right. Her super curly red hair was framing her pale face as she shyly smiled at Corey. She wore a conservative light pink polo that effectively shielded her breast dimensions from Corey's gaze. A pair of khaki Capri pants completed her ensemble. 

It was at that moment that Sylvia walked down and saw her friends. A shriek of joy or two later, Corey could hear the girls commenting on the sexiness of Sylvia's outfit. Jasmine blurted out that her hubby was gonna love the view, catching Corey by surprise before he saw Sylvia's blushing face. Apparently, Jasmine's outburst revealed Sylvia's plan for her hubby and the ulterior motive for his sightseeing tour. Corey understood. He remembered that she hadn't seen him or felt his touch in four months and that the conversation was needful. 

As the girls grabbed Corey by his hands and dragged them to Jasmine's convertible, Sylvia felt badly about releasing her charge to the wolves like she did. She knew how playful her friend's could be and although she had no doubt of Corey's tolerance, she had less confidence in her friends. After all, Sylvia knew that Jasmine and Harley's husbands were with hers and that Melody's husband has not been with it as far as the sexual fire is concerned. The worries disappeared as she heard her husband's voice on her earphones. As she turned on the web cam, she could hear the whistles from her husband as he salivated at the outfit she wore for him. 


If At First She Don't Suck Seed...



I pinched the bridge of my nose trying to relieve the pain and stress of a major headache as the last kid got off the bus. The laughing and screaming faded into the distance and I took in a deep breath of fresh air that the open door allowed and let it out very slowly. I opened my eyes, reached for the lever that would close the door when I noticed 'her'. She was that new girl the one whose mom had just transferred into the big city from smallville USA. She was standing with one foot on the bottom step of the bus and looking up at me with an unreadable expression on her face; it was like she was trying to make up her mind.

"Can I help you...?" I asked her forgetting her name entirely. 

But I remembered her face and even more so I remembered her body. She was a stunning redhead with piercing green eyes and the face that launched ships thousands of years ago. She had a long neck that screamed to be kissed and full firm breasts only a teenager could possess; they were perfectly formed and defied time and gravity. A flat stomach and hips that flared out and long legs that went on forever; she was devastatingly beautiful. I found it hard to swallow all of a sudden and she actually blushed.

"I am new to the neighborhood and thought maybe we could be friends." Her voice was liquid silver and I felt myself stirring. 

"I would like that," I managed to say. "I am James, James Reilly." I said introducing myself.

"Lindsey Booker," she said mounting the rest of the stairs and offering her hand to me. 

It took all my resolve not to stare at her breasts as they did a little jiggle under the tight little tube top she was wearing. I stared instead at her eyes, those green eyes that I felt myself drowning in. My hand moved of its own accord and clasped hers where it nearly disappeared.

"Nice to meet you Lindsey," I told her.

"You have such big hands James..." again she blushed.

I almost said 'well you know what they say about the size of a man's hands' but decided not to. I didn't want to lose my job over a stupid comment like that. She stood directly to my right and was looking down at me and I could tell she could see how excited I was but there was no hiding it or thoughts to make it go down I was so screwed. She licked her lips just then and leaned down and whispered in my ear.

"I guess it is true what they say about big hands after all." Her hot breath in my ear made me stiffen painfully so. 

I so needed to adjust myself but I couldn't with her right there. I turned and looked up into her hungry eyes and she smiled like she was daring me to do it or she would for me. 

"Did I do that?" Lindsey asked.

I knew I couldn't answer her, so I nodded and she placed a hand on my thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. Then 'she' reached for the lever and closed the door and sat down in the nearest seat. I drove and glanced back and saw her with her ass to the edge of the seat and her skirt pulled up and god help me she had two fingers in her pussy fingering it nice and slow. To avoid a crash I adjusted my mirror so I could glance up and see her. Then what had started out as low moans got louder and louder and with shaky hands I arrived at a quiet place where we would not be seen or disturbed. I unbuckled my seat belt and got to my feet and made my way over to her. She looked up her face radiant with pure lust as she continued to tease me and herself until with a deep growl she climaxed her eyes never leaving mine. I unbuckled my pants and let them slide to the floor as she positioned herself better now and freed me from my boxer briefs. My hardness stared Lindsey in the face and she gave it a tentative lick and then a few more before taking the head into her mouth. I felt her suck on it then her tongue swirled around it and I let out a low moan of pleasure. Slowly she got used to the tip and took a bit more then a bit more until she had half of it in her mouth. Lindsey began to move her head forward and back licking and sucking tentatively and then her tiny hand wrapped around the shaft and began to pump it in time with her mouth. I started to growl needing to feel her pussy wrapped around me but she never let go and kept up with her oral fixation of my cock. Finally I could take it no more and with a warning cry came in her mouth and shot some down her throat. Lindsey coughed and gagged on my cock and come, tears ran down her cheeks as she began to cry once my dick was out of her mouth. 

"I'm sorry," she muttered between sobs.

"Sorry? Sorry for what?" I asked as I sat down next to her.

"I didn't swallow..." Lindsey said before the tears flowed anew.

"You've never swallowed before?" I asked.

She shook her head and pressed herself against me and her body absolutely shook she was crying so hard.

"I wanted to impress you but I just don't know how." She whispered.

"We all have to learn sometime." I said. Then suddenly she quit crying, wiped the tears away and gave me a small smile.

"Can you teach me?" Lindsey asked. "There's so much I haven't done or had."

"Like what?" I asked intrigued.

"I have never had an orgasm except when I masturbate." She blurted out.

"What kind of guys have you been with?" I asked shaking my head.

"Not guys, guy." She said lowering her head.

"Ah," I said understanding, "High school boyfriend?"

"Yeah," Lindsey said nodding. "He was always more interested in his pleasure than mine. Once we graduated he went off to college on his sports scholarship and that was that. Mom moved up here for a better job and to be closer to me."

"Closer to you I don't understand?" I told her.

"I got my own scholarship and am attending the University here in Arkham." She said proudly.

"What are you studying?" I asked.

"Linguistics and Cuneiform texts," Lindsey said proudly.

"Wow!" I said amazed, "Smart and beautiful hell of a combination."

Again she blushed and I felt her hand on me and it immediately stiffened as she slowly stroked it. I felt her hunger and suddenly I needed to kiss her or I would die. I leaned down and our lips touched and gods it was electric! Soon our tongues were dueling and I was harder than I had been before. Somehow I was lying on the seats and she was above me pointing me to her soaked wet pussy and slowly I felt her open to me and with a long drawn out moan she was completely impaled. I tugged her tube top down, cupped her breasts and began to knead them and tease her nipples as she started to ride me. She moved slowly at first muttering over and over again 'so big'. Lindsey knew what she was doing here and I let her have all the control she wanted. I leaned up and suckled her nipples as she dropped down on my cock and moaned to me, 'so this is what it feels like to fuck a real man'. She moved a bit faster now and I lay back and watched as her pussy swallowed me up over and over again.

"Like what you see?" Lindsey moaned down to me.

"Oh yes I do!" I said as she lifted her hips leaving only the head of my cock inside of her and then dropped down slamming me deep into her.

"YES!!!" She wailed as she drove her hips down faster now setting up a nice rhythm. "Fuck me!! Fuck me!! Make me cum!!!"

I began moving my hips upward meeting her halfway and the sound of our bodies meeting was music to my ears. She could no longer speak she just moaned and groaned as I felt her body begin to stiffen in expectation of a brand new feeling. Lindsey face contorted in bliss as the powerful orgasm tore through her and she ground her pussy against me as the pleasure overwhelmed her. With a final gasp she fell forward her bare breasts against my chest and as she caught her breath I flexed my hard cock inside of her and to both our amazements she came again. I waited until the second orgasm faded and did it again just like a kid who learns a new trick and yes she came again.

"Ssstop!" She begged me. "Sssensory overload."

Frowning I simply lay there letting her relax a bit before I took charge.

"You haven't come yet," Lindsay whispered. "Are you going to fuck me now and let me feel how a real man fucks a woman?"

"Yes I am Lindsay." I told her.

She got onto her feet and I rose and moved behind her. I cupped her breasts and kissed her elegant neck from bottom to top; then I breathed in her ear as I lightly teased her nipples. Lindsey began to press then grind her ass against my hardness.

"Are you going to bend me over?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to ram that fat cock of yours deep into me?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to fuck me until we both come?"

"YES!"

I pulled away just enough to push gently on her shoulders telling it was time to assume the position. She kneeled on the seat with her ass high up in the air and her head down cheek against the cushion. What a sight! It is one of those memories that will make me smile when I am old and gray. I fucked this gorgeous young thing and she had come to me! I eased the head into her and again I felt how tight she was around me. Then ever so slowly I fed her the rest of the length and she let out a long moan of delight.

"Oh gods yes fuck me!"

I moved slowly to begin with wanting to savor this moment and she seemed just fine with that too. Then after a few minutes I began to move faster loving the almost virginal tightness of her pussy. I was the second guy to tap this was life great or what? I grabbed her by her hips and gripped her firmly as I began to pick up the speed and force of my thrusts into her.

"Uh uh uh fuck!!!"

The sound of our love play got louder and louder as did her words of encouragement. I looked down and watched my cock disappear into her and with an open palm I swatted her ass cheek and she came again surprising us both. I kept fucking her though not slowing a bit and her head was up and bouncing in time with my hips as one orgasm led to the next until I eased out of her and moved her onto her back.

"Oh god I don't know if I can take anymore," Lindsey said but it fell on deaf ears and she could see it in my eyes that I wanted to cum and I wasn't done yet.

"I love the feeling of your tight young pussy wrapped around me babe!!!" I told her.

I slide inside of her again and leaned down and sampled her nipples which she offered one then the other. Then I leaned closer still for another feverish kiss then I began to fuck her again. She moaned into my mouth as I pierced her core again and again. I lifted one leg over my shoulder and then I did the same with the other and soon I was penetrating even deeper than before. Lindsey's eyes grew huge with shock as I violated a virginal area untouched by any but me. I began to hammer my hips up and down pounding into her my hunger reaching its peak. 

"Oh oh oh gods feels soooo good!" 

I gripped her hips again for better leverage and drove harder still. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she felt me swell inside of her and she made not a sound of protest for me coming inside of her so I asked.

"Where do you want me to cum?"

"On my tits," Lindsey moaned!

I smiled and slowed my pace and she moaned a little but then she felt my cock swell again and I thrust a few more times before pulling out of her tightness and let fly my seed all over her young tits. Then without warning I dropped to my knees and began to lick and suckle her pussy. Lindsey almost screamed but didn't say anything about stopping so I didn't. I flickered my tongue over her sensitive clit and then with long lashes of my tongue teased her labia. She grabbed my hair in fistfuls and began to grind her pussy against my face as she got closer and closer to her final orgasm. Her hips left the seat as her backed arched and with a blood curdling cry the last and most powerful climax washed over her. 

I sat back on the seat opposite hers and collected myself as she slowly found the strength to simply lift her head. She gave me a look of weariness mixed with mischief.

"What are you smiling about?" Lindsey asked.

"I didn't realize I was smiling," I told her. 

But yes there it was ear to ear a big shit eating grin. 

"Can you blame me?" I asked.

"No," she moaned wearily. "I am going to walk funny for a week and I learned a valuable lesson today."

"Really, what's that?" I asked curiously.

"I now know what I have been faking for so long," She said sitting up and smiling one of her radiant smiles.

I got up and reached behind my seat and got the baby wipes out and handed the box to her.

"Never know when one of the kids is going to barf all over the place."

She cleaned my cum from her chest and as I was watched I felt myself stirring but quickly grabbed my boxer briefs and put them on and then my pants. When I was done she was giving a disapproving look.

"You were getting hard again weren't you," she asked.

"Yes."

"I thought you were going to teach me how to make love to your cock with my mouth and swallow."

"Ummm..."

"It's okay we can do it next time."

"Next time, there's going to be a next time?"

"Of course silly do you think I am gonna let a fine specimen of a man slip through my fingers?"

"I guess we will have to do some after school assignments then."

"Yep!"

Lindsey reached into her purse and produced paper and a pen and began writing.

"This is my address and phone number so if you want to sneak in for a booty call you know where to find me."

"Um... what about your mother?"

"Well..." she paused for a long moment, "if you want to fuck her too that'd be okay with me she hasn't gotten laid in months."

It was my time to blush and thinking silence the best option I closed my mouth and returned to the driver's seat. I drove her home saving her a walk from the school and with one last lingering kiss she got off the bus and with a final wave walked to the front door of her home and disappeared within. 

I drove back to the school and parked in the lot and waited for school to let out. I replayed in my mind over and over again what had happened with Lindsey and still was puzzled over the whole thing. But hey why argue over the situation life was good. The final bell rang and there came the rush and roar of high school kids racing to their cars and my bus to make their way home. 

"Hey James you okay?" came the voice of not so little Virginia Stratford.

"Yeah I am fine," I said. "I am great in fact."

"I could tell something was different." She said as she sat right where Lindsey had and where we had fucked not so long ago. 

"All aboard," I hollered as the last student got on the bus and the door swished shut and I began my route and taking subtle sidelong glances and Virginia and her long legs that ran so nicely up her skirt. 

"So Virginia where are you going to college, you must be really excited about moving into a new time of your life." I asked.

"Well I was supposed to go last year but I got held up on account of flunking out of eighth grade and having to repeat it. But yeah I am excited I am going to Old Miskatonic University where my mom and grandma and so on; it goes back ten generations. It's kind of a tradition in the family."

"Kind of, it sounds like quite the family tradition to me! Well being eighteen is a good age to be going to college. A little more mature and a bit more life experience can make the transition easier."

"I wish I was eighteen but I'm nineteen I just had my birthday last month don't you remember?"

"I remember the birthday but not the age, sorry sweetie. So what are you going to be studying up at Old M.U.?"

"History and Education I want to be a teacher." Virginia said with more than a little pride in her voice.

"Well I think you'll make a great teacher," I told her. "I can hear the passion in your voice when you said that."

"Thanks James you're sweet too in your own way."

"Thanks I don't get a lot of that in this line of work."

"So if you don't mind my asking why do you drive a bus? I mean you don't seem like the type."

"There's a type?"

"Well yeah. There's the old cranky person who can't get any other work. Then there's the creepy look up your skirt type. But you, you got your shit together and are really cool I don't get it."

"I have had a career and now I just want to sit back and relax a bit and write the great American novel and spend time with my art."

"That explains a lot. But it must get lonely working a split shift and all."

"Nah my book and drawing keep me busy. Besides I have my models to keep me company."

"Models, you mean you have people who pose for you?"

"Yep, some are students from college wanting to earn some extra cash. Some are professionals and that is all they do but I don't use them often they can be very expensive."

"Have I seen any of your work?"

"Nah I haven't had the luck of a public exhibition yet and I am still honing my craft."

"Oh I bet you are great and are just a perfectionist."

"There is that... but I like it more for fun than making money."

We talked on and on until I realized the bus was empty except for Virginia and me and I made that 'oh shit' face.

"Your mother is going to kill me." 

"Nah she doesn't get home until late she is working second shift."

"And what about your dad isn't he going to lose his mind?"

"That bastard he ran off years ago to leave me and mom to fend for ourselves... sorry."

"No I am the one who should be sorry I'll get you home in no time. I just lost track of the time."

"Yeah I was enjoying our conversation too."

We drove along in silence and I kept thinking about her sitting where I had made Lindsey come for the first time. I licked my lips and my mind replayed the scene with Lindsey riding me but instead of the gorgeous redhead it was sweet Virginia moaning and groaning and... get a hold of yourself! She's still in high school for crying out loud. 

"Penny for your thoughts," Virginia said breaking the silence.

"Uh well, not sure a penny would cover the cost of that particular thought." I said softly.

"You know what?" She asked.

"What?" I replied.

"It smells like sex right over here," Virginia said calm, cool and deliberately.

"Well... you see..." I tried to fumble for the words but she cut me off.

"You fucked somebody here didn't you and recently," but she wasn't upset she was excited. "Tell me about it... please!!" 

She lifted her skirt revealing a beautiful pussy with a racing stripe of blond hair and I could see she was wet with need. I paused long enough to catch my breath and launched into my time with Lindsey how she had masturbated for me and then rode me for her first of many climaxes. Then I told her how I had Lindsey kneel right where Virginia sat and did her doggy style and then rolled her onto her back and fucked her till I came on her luscious young tits. Throughout my story young Virginia licked her lips and followed in Lindsey's path by sitting on the edge of the seat and fingering herself all the while. 

"Do you like me like this?" Virginia asked as she fingered her pussy with one hand and teased her clit with the other.

"Oh yes I do," I told her as I tried as hard as I could to keep my eyes on the road and failed miserably.

"Let's go back to school and we can go back to my place in your car," Virginia told me for there was no argument in her voice and I did just that. 

It was getting dark and the lot was empty except for my car thank god. She slid into the passenger seat while I started the car. Virginia looked around quickly before lowering her head to my lap and began freeing my hard on from my pants. Before long we were on our way and suddenly there was a cool breeze on my hard flesh and then her warm wet mouth wrapped around me. Before long her head was bobbing up and down and her very talented mouth and tongue were doing wondrous things to me. 

"God damn girl you know how to suck a cock!" I told her and with those words she deep throated me and slowly pulled her head off of me.




If At First She Don't Suck Seed...



"I want to taste your cum baby! Blast it down my throat!" Virginia told me before returning to pleasuring me. 

Her tongue swirled and I felt as her cheeks caved in as she applied wonderful suction to the whole sensation. Again her head was bobbing up and down and I rested my hand on her head and she moaned. I took a fistful of hair and closed it into a fist and her moan got more intense so taking her desires 'in hand' I began to lift and push her head up and down by her hair. Her groans got louder and sent delicious vibrations through me. 

"If you keep up with that moaning I am gonna shoot down your throat in no time," I told Virginia.

She took this as a challenge I suppose and so when her head was at its deepest she moaned the loudest and when I pulled her head up she moaned quieter. Damn but she knew how to please a guy soon I was pushing her head down and keeping it there and she hummed as deep and loud as she could for me. I groaned louder and louder as I felt a tsunami like orgasm getting closer and closer and I told her so.

"Mmm damn girl I am so fucking close!"

She took over and began to pump her head up and down and sucking for all she was worth. I could almost hear her thoughts as she gripped the shaft of my cock and pumped it as she wrapped her lips around the head and when she felt my cock swell she began to swallow and pump my shaft all the faster.

"OH GOD DAMN!!!" I hollered as I came shooting a full load down her eager throat. 

Virginia swallowed every last drop and licked me clean before tucking me back in and zipping me up.

"How was that?" Virginia asked smiling from ear to ear.

"Fucking amazing!"

"Wait till you feel my tight pussy wrapped around you." She took my hand and put it between her legs. "See how wet I am? I want you so fucking bad."

I turned the corner to her street and Virginia flipped out and slid out of view.

"Mom's home early keep driving there's a park two blocks straight down."

Who was I to deny her after the mind blowing blow job; true to her words there was a park two blocks from her house. She told me where to park and we got out and she took my hand and literally dragged me to a place where we could fuck without any interruptions. There was a small out building where the city kept their lawn mowers and maintenance gear for the park. She lifted up a rock and lo and behold there was a key to the building. I was drug inside and I had barely got inside and the door closed and locked before her mouth was on mine and her hands tugging on my belt and my pants hit the floor. I pulled her shirt over her head and we broke our kiss long enough for it to be pulled off and hit the ground. I kissed her neck as I removed her bra and tossed that away before my lips found her nipples.

"Oh gods yesss," Virginia moaned, "Suck my titties!!"

She unzipped her skirt and let it fall before jumping up into my arms; I caught her and impaled that very tight wet pussy of hers. I pressed her body against the wall and fucked her nice and slow.

"OH Fuck ME!!" She hollered as my cock moved in and out of her. "You feel so damn good baby!!"

"Damn you are so fucking tight!!" I moaned as I bit her neck lightly and I would feel her pussy spasm around me.

Her legs scissored around me holding me tight as I took my pleasure from her. I felt as each and every inch of my cock sunk into her tight depths. I moaned into her ear telling her that I was going to bend her over and take her from behind. I was going to grab her by the hips and fuck her rotten. I needed to feel her come around me; to feel that tight pussy go crazy squeezing me so good. I lowered her so her feet could touch the ground and I eased out of her then Virginia spun around and bending over offered her pussy to me again. I took the head of my cock and teased her with it.

"Baby don't tease me," Virginia begged, "Fill me up please!!"

I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart looking at the scene of the head of my dick in her but the slick shaft waiting to plunge into her. I pushed forward enough for half of the length to pierce her but no further. She growled in frustration so I pulled it back out so only the head was in.

"OH I am sorry," She whimpered. "Please lover fuck me I need to have you in me!!"

I smiled and slid into her all the way and we both moaned and then I couldn't hold back any longer and I started thrusting and she began to push back meeting me half way. As our bodies met we groaned together and the dirty mouth of hers told me how good it felt with me deep in her tight wet pussy. I began to slap her ass cheeks as I drove in and out of her. Each slap sent her closer and closer to a strong climax until with particularly loud swat my young lover's pussy gripped me like a velvet fist as she came. I kept my hips moving forward driving my cock as deep as I could as my little minx squeezed me with her talented pussy.

"You like that? The feel of me gripping you with my cunt!"

"You know I do," I moaned in her ear as I leaned forward and took two handfuls of tit flesh.

"Ssss," she hissed. "My nipples are very sensitive."

"Then I shall take advantage of that then," I said as I teased her puffy nipples with great delight.

"Oh yess... just like that!!" She moaned as she continued to clench her pussy around my thrusting cock.

"Where do you want me to cum?" I asked her as I felt the first tremors of a very strong orgasm.

"Mmm... want to spray my face with your sperm mister?"

"Oh yeah... that would be great to see a naughty little tramp like you all dirtied up."

"How about fucking my tits and finishing off that way?"

"On your knees," I told her as I pulled out knowing how good this was going to feel.

"YES Sir!"

She spun around and knelt on the floor and wrapped her tits around my cock and as I thrust between them she licked and sucked the tip when it poked through. I felt the pleasure in me build and build and soon I was nearing the point of no return and Virginia could see it on my face. She took my cock in her hand and began to stroke and squeeze it as hard and fast as she could the tip aimed at her lovely face. I started to pant louder and louder as the pleasure was quickly reaching its crest.

"Gonna... oh god I am so fucking close!" I moaned over the sound of her small fist working the length of me.

"Let go... paste my face with your cum baby!!"

Before the last word left her lips I cried out and ropes of sticky cum plastered her features with the excess running down to her heaving tits. She sat back and grinning for ear to ear fetched up her underwear and used it as a rag to clean my sperm from her. Then she leaned down and licked and sucked my cock clean watching it twitch from her gentle caress of tongue and lips. 

"Damn I needed that!" She moaned as she got to her feet shakily.

"So did I..." I moaned to myself.

"You are a naughty man, fucking two young girls in one day."

"I am not complaining, this is the best day of my life period."

"Wanna do it again tomorrow?" She asked with a sly smile.

"Hmm let me think?" I said standing and pulling her close feeling her tits press against my bare chest. Then I leaned down and kissed her with a hunger that consumed me; our tongues dueled and my hands settled on her ass cheeks. She moaned in surprise as my cock hardened and slid between her legs. She rocked her hips letting the shaft slide under her pussy teasing her clit nicely. The more she moved the more she moaned; she bit my lip and broke out kiss.

"If I let you fuck me I am going to be so late! But I don't know if I can leave with you so hard and ready for me."

"I know..." I said sliding my fingers into her hair and making a fist. She gasped and shuddered as her body made the decision for her. She broke our embrace, spun around and bent over grabbing her ankles.

"Fuck me... just fuck me as hard and fast as you can I need you..."

"You mean..." I took two steps forward my iron hard cock pointing straight up and away from my body, "...like this?" With a third step and a hard thrust the head of my cock penetrated her and then was buried deep.

"YES!!! Fuck me... fuck my pussy!!!"

I pulled back, paused and then rammed it home nearly lifting her off of her feet. She made a sound that echoed off the walls that begged for more. So I pulled back and rammed it deep and then began a slow deep rhythm; fucking that tight soaked hole of hers brutally.

"Fuck me!!! Drive that thick cock of yours into me!!!"

Soon I was ramming my hard flesh into her as hard and fast as I could just like she wanted. I lowered my head and let the sensation of our bodies become an all consuming thing. It became my entire world and I could feel multiple orgasms crash over her and still I never even slowed even when she begged. This was all about ME... about MY need and I became a fucking 'thing'. A cock that wanted only to be deep inside this pretty young thing; I wanted only to take my pleasure even as I showered her in wave after wave of climaxes. 

"Oh god your killing me! Your cock feels so good... so hard... so deep..."

"Take that... and that..." I was saying to her. "You dirty little slut! Your pussy is only for fucking... fucking my cock..."

"YES!!! My pussy belongs only to YOU!!! Fuck my dirty hole with your wonderful dick!!! Fill my cunt with your hardness!!!!"

Quicker than I thought possible I felt my orgasm building and it was going to be a mind blower! I yanked my cock out of her and pulled and pushed her until she was on her knees once more and my hands were on either side of her head and I was fucking her throat just like I had her delicious cunt. She was moaning for me... begging me to shoot down her throat. When I looked down and watched my cock disappear into her mouth her eyes held nothing but worship. I made fists of my hands and gripped her hair tighter as I felt the point of no return come and go so fast... then I had my cock halfway in her mouth and without missing a beat she grabbed the shaft and started stroking me as fast as she could. Then with a strangled cry and a body shaking force I came... shooting a torrent of hot come down her throat that she drank up like it was oxygen. I nearly collapsed where I stood as most of energy left me weak as a kitten. I knelt then sat down on the floor as Virginia threw herself into my arms pressing her entire body against mine. Her arms went around my neck and pulled me down into another soulful kiss which broke when she started to cry, then sob uncontrollable. I wrapped her in my arms and whispered that everything would be okay thinking that I had hurt her but to my amazement she was smiling and the tears were those of joy.

"No one has ever fucked me like that before! No one has ever touched the 'real' me like you just did! I meant what I said I belong to you and no one else. You touched my soul and I will never forget it... ever."

I didn't know what to say. Something had happened between us; something primitive... a something that did not have a name but it left a mark on me. She had woken a part of me I didn't know existed and now that I did... well I couldn't ignore it. It wasn't love... it was something more profound than that. Some barrier that we carry around that separates us came crashing down tonight. 

"Whenever... wherever... whatever... I will do anything you want from now on without hesitation," she said with such a profound tone that I looked her in the eye and nodded.

"I will hold you to your word but you must make a promise to me."

"Name it."

"I want you to be happy... and make the most of this life. I want you to ace every class and be the best teacher you can possibly be."

Now it was her turn to be at a loss for words. She smiled and nodded and lowered her head to my chest and we just sat like that for a long time letting the world spin around us knowing we had something that was so very profound. Then her watch chirped the hour and the peace of the moment shattered.

"OH SHIT! It's six o'clock she's going to kill me!"

"I will see what I can do," I told her.

We dressed quickly and checked each other so that we were presentable. We ran to the car after locking up the building and hiding the key once more. I drove her home and walked her to the front door. As Virginia reached for the door it opened inward with a swiftness that took us both by surprise.

"Where have you been...??? I have been worried sick!!!"

"It's my entire fault Miss Stratford," I said this took her completely by surprise.

"Umm... you care to explain where you have had my daughter until now?"

"Well we have been talking about her desire to go to Miskatonic University and be a teacher. I have a few friends that are instructors there and we got to talking and lost track of time. I want her to interview for a job in the history department and that should prove helpful as a real world experience if that is okay with you of course."

"Oh my would you like to come in for a cup of coffee and you can explain to me in detail about this job and your friends? My family has quite the history with good old M.U."

"Yes please coffee would be excellent! Virginia has told me of the 'generations' of your family that have excelled at Miskatonic."

Without a word of encouragement Virginia dashed to the kitchen and started the coffee as well as placing some meat and cheese on a platter for us all to snack on. I had to admit after all the sexual energy I had spent today I was ravenous. Amber Stratford was about my age and I could see immediately where Virginia got her looks. Amber was a little taller than her daughter and it seemed nature was very kind to her indeed. She had wonderful features that hinted at a European ethnicity, long blond hair and piercing green eyes. Hidden under a not so tight t-shirt I suspected large breasts like her daughter's maybe even with those lovely puffy nipples I so adored. I sipped my coffee and somehow after the day I had already had my cock betrayed me and stiffened as I undressed the elder Stratford with my mind. She sat across from me and smiled demurely as she talked about Miskatonic University and all her pleasant memories attached to that place. Soon without any desire to I was sucked into her conversation and I realized she was interrogating me and seeing how much I really knew about the college. She suspected and rightly that her daughter was home late because she had been having sex with me. I wondered if this was a common occurrence with Virginia but dismissed it as ancient history. Amber leaned forward now and there came the subtle sway underneath her shirt that answered two questions. One, did the mother possess wonderful breasts like her offspring? Two, was she wearing a bra? Yes to the first and no to the second and without meaning to I licked my lips but quickly brought my coffee cup up to cover my delight. Amber's eyes narrowed and I knew that I was busted but deep down I didn't care and from her body language neither did she. Our conversation continued without my little derailment and soon it became quite apparent to her that I possessed an intimate knowledge of the College and its alumni. 

As we talked I glanced around the enormous kitchen with its central island and marble counter top. Then over at the stainless steel refrigerator and other pricey cooking toys scattered here and there. I happened to give Virginia a quick glance and she had a very puzzled look on her face. It was then that I realized Amber had subtly switched the language of conversation from English to Latin. Busted!

"I am amazed your Latin is flawless. Were you raised Catholic or did you learn it in school somewhere?" Amber closed in for the kill and I shrugged before replying.

"One of my neighbors when I was growing up was a retired Jesuit Priest and he taught me Latin among other things."

"Among other things," oh but her curiosity was peaked now. "Do tell."

"I'd rather not actually they are still a rather sensitive subject."

"Did he molest you?" The words were out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

I leaned in and held her with my gaze and unflinching stare and 'pushed' and all her dirty little secrets came tumbling out. Her mind was a very gloomy place like a fine mansion that had not weathered the years so kindly and was in much needed repairs. I pitied her actually but I hid my new found information except for one little kernel that regarded to Miskatonic University.

"No," I said softly, "he was a very kind and lonely man who just wanted to pass on his legacy since he never had a family or children of his own."

"I am sorry, that question was uncalled for." She was genuinely sorry for her outburst and scandalous question. 

But a part of me wanted to sting her back so I used that information I had gleaned from her mind.

"I graduated in 1991 but there was a bit of scandal back in 1990. There was a student who was caught sleeping with some of her teachers for academic favors. She traded sexual ones for good grades imagine that."

"Mom didn't you graduate in 1990? Did you know that girl?" Virginia rushed in where angels feared to tread and the abrupt change of body language was transparent to all but those who didn't want to see it.

"Yes I knew her, poor thing," Amber's voice barely a whisper as she replayed scene after terrible scene in her mind's eye. "She graduated early and it was all very hush-hush. In return for her Doctorate in the field of her study she agreed to never mention anything about it... ever... under the most severe penalties."

"Yes poor thing," I said. "She simply disappeared one day and was never heard from again."

In her mind Amber remembered the young handsome professor whom she had seduced and carried on a two year affair in order to solidify not only her graduation but a stellar placement in her class as well. With a gentle but focused nudge her cursory recollection of the entire affair became a full sensory flash back.

Miskatonic University 1988:

"Amber?" He whispered searching for the girl who had left the most 'heated' letter he had ever read. "Amber where are you?" 

Her provocative words burned him to the core and he found his body reacting to the many creative and lewd encounters she had promised him. Miles McNaughton the head of the linguistics department at Miskatonic University had been caught hook, line and sinker and he continued his search unaware of the time. 

"BONG! BONG!" 

The clock struck two and he was most definitely late for his afternoon lecture but thankfully he was not too far from the class room. Quickly had made his way there and found the door opened and his notes for the lecture conveniently set on the podium. Perhaps this was a good will gesture for her lack of appearance. He strode into the room and made straight for the podium.

"Sorry for my tardiness class," Miles addressed them but he could read on their features that they were unconcerned about a mere two minutes. "Now let us see where I left off." 

He looked down and opened the folder containing his lecture and there bright yellow against the crisp white papers was a post-it note. In bold letters written in black marker were two words 'don't scream'. What did that mean Miles pondered? In a scant few seconds he discovered the message's meaning. From within the hidden recesses of the podium deft fingers unzipped his pants and freed his semi hard manhood. Then he felt hot breath on his tender flesh followed by the warm wetness of a very talented mouth. Miles fought to control his surprise and the expression on his face. He looked down at his notes once more gathering his wits and in a loud clear voice he started his lecture.

"It appears we left off with..."

His world was a knife's edge on one side the talented mouth working its pleasurable magic on him and on the other the fact that he was in front of a class of close to a hundred students who hung on his every word. He clung to the podium the way a drowning man does floating debris. He felt himself get close to climaxing but each time she stopped and let the intensity drop to a controllable level. 




If At First She Don't Suck Seed...



With carefully planned pauses to gather his failing strength Miles managed to complete his lecture without discovery mainly due to the girl's talent for stopping just before he was going to climax and giving him reprieves. When the last student left the classroom Miles muttered to his unseen benefactor that they were now alone. The girl attack his cock with a renewed vigor and with no desire to keep him from coming now. It didn't take long considering all the teasing she had put him through; he gripped the corners of the podium as he felt his climax getting closer and closer. He felt the heat rise to his face as her mouth and tongue pleasured him with complete abandon and she knew he wasn't far off now. She wanted to taste his cum as it flew down her throat and she knew he wanted more than anything to satisfy her thirst. Miles lowered his head to his chest and tried to control his ragged breathing put failed miserably as with clenched teeth he was ready for that perfect pleasure to come crashing down on him any second now. He began to grunt a little and then some more and finally with a deep animalistic growl he released a savage torrent of sperm down the girl's throat and he could hear her though barely over his beating heart and panting breath as she swallowed in quick deep gulps every last drop. 

"Professor, are you alright," asked Carol Wright one of his graduate students. Her face a mask of concern as she approached slowly and thankfully the nimble fingers of the hidden girl had him tucked in and zipped up before she got too close.

"Yes Carol I am quite alright," he said stepping away from the podium a little weak in the knees.

"You don't look okay you are dizzy and your face is all red," she said getting closer still, "Perhaps if you lay down in your office?"

"Perhaps... I have been working myself a bit too hard lately." Miles said without a look over his shoulder allowing himself to be lead out of the class room and down the hall towards his office.

When she knew the way was clear Amber climbed out of the podium and rose to her feet with an angelic smile on her face. Carefully peeking out of the doorway she headed in the opposite direction towards the parking lot and home. Part one of her plan was finished; after that mind blowing orgasm he just had he couldn't refuse her anything she was sure. He was just the first, there would be others and when her plan was done and behind her she would have her doctorate with little more effort than what she performed today. She would suck cock and get fucked rotten and do any sexual deed to get her degree just to prove dear old mom wrong. She would succeed, suck seed hehe she giggled as she left the building and made her way to her car. Mom thought she was a failure but that old bitch would be eating crow when all was said and done. She reached for the car's door handle when...

Present Day:

"Mom," Virginia asked, "...are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine just a flashback to the good old days why?"

"You sort of turned all red and everything and 'went away' for a bit," Virginia explained.

"I am back now sweetie, so don't worry," Mom reassured her daughter.

"Pleasant or unpleasant memory," I asked knowing full well what she had relived.

"Pleasant enough," Amber said flushing red around her cheeks again.

Virginia gave me a look that spoke volumes and told me she suspected that her mom just experienced a fairly strong climax and she would be exactly on the mark. Amber had indeed had a very strong orgasm from reliving that particular memory and there were more to follow. The nudge was a long term affect and would soon send Mom over the edge so much so that she would seek me out to feel what her mind was remembering. 

"Well Virginia is home safe and sound so I guess I will go I have an early morning wake up call," I told them both.

"Thanks for the ride home," Virginia said with a wink and a smile.

"Yes," Amber added, "thank you for getting her home in one piece."

"Anytime," I told mom.

I rose and turned to leave and felt Amber right behind me and could almost feel her heat. I was halfway to my car when I felt her hand on mine. I turned to face her and saw the raw hunger there and smiled when she leaned forward and kissed me. Her tongue was in my mouth and she was pressing her body against mine. My hands settled on her ass cheeks and began to knead and squeeze them and she moaned in my mouth. 

"You fucked my daughter," Amber moaned.

"And I am going to fuck you too," I told her.

"Yes, yes you are," Amber replied.

She pushed past me and sat in the passenger seat patiently. I moved to the driver's side and sat in the driver's seat and I had barely sat and closed the door before she was leaned over unzipping me and swallowing my cock with her eager mouth. Her head was bobbing up and down as her tongue swirled around the shaft and head driving me mad with pleasure. I grabbed her by the hair and made a fist and began to jack her head up and down guiding the pace and the depth of my cock down her throat. She moaned all the louder sending delicious vibrations through me. 

"You are a very talented cock sucker just like your daughter," I told Amber.

"MmmHmmm," she replied with a deep moan.

"I bet your pussy feels better than your throat," I said.

"MMMHMMM," she moaned all the louder.

"I wonder if your ass is as tight as I imagine it to be," I asked her.

"MMMMMMMMM YESSSSSS," she lifted her mouth up and away from my cock.

"Are you ready to get stuffed with my cock slut," I asked her in a low scheming tone.

"Oh GOD YESSS," she said as her hands went to unbutton her jeans and start to tug them down.

I started the engine and she had her jeans down to her ankles and her fingers buried in her pussy fingering it in long slow thrusts of two long digits. I knew exactly where to go to fuck this hungry MILF right where Virginia had taken me just a little while ago. We had scarcely gotten two blocks before Amber was transferring her pussy juices to her tight little asshole. Then she had two fingers moving in and out of her ass and two in her pussy moving in concert.

"See I have both holes ready for your cock," She moaned to me.

"I see, I see I can't wait to fuck you rotten," I told her.

"MMMMM YESSSS I want that fat cock of yours deep in me... slamming hard into my pussy and my ass," Amber growled.

We reached our destination and she pulled her jeans up but didn't bother buttoning them. I yanked her the entire distance and once the building was unlocked and the door closed I had her bent over and jeans dragged down to the floor. I slammed my cock into her pussy with no warning and began to hammer away at her tight wetness.

"Grab your ankles," I told her.

Without any hesitation she leaned forward and grabbed her ankles and folded her tits against her legs. I eased a finger into her ass and fingered it while I took my pleasure from her pussy. She moaned and groaned sweet dirty things for my ears alone begging for my cock in her ass but I wanted her to come at least once more before I split her ass cheeks with my dick. I continued to thrust into her as she rocked back forcing me deeper still.

"Your pussy is so hungry tonight is it that way every night," I asked her.

"YES... it has been so long..." she replied.

"I hope your ass is equally hungry I plan on tapping that once your pussy is satisfied and you come for me," I told her.

"Oh it is," she moaned, "my ass is eager to please you!"

"Good," I said thrusting into her tight pussy harder now, "god damn but for a MILF you have the tightest pussy I have fucked in a long damn time!"

"I am glad I have done special exercises to tighten it up for someone like you, for someone who appreciates a talented piece of ass like me," she crooned.

"Why has it been so long since you let someone tap this fine pussy of yours," I asked slamming my cock as deep as I could for emphasis.

"I am picky I suppose," she let out a low moan, "YES fuck me harder baby I am getting so close!"

I doubled my speed and began hammering her pussy as hard and fast as I could manage. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed off the walls of the building and delighted me to no end. I jabbed two fingers into her ass now getting it ready for my cock I wasn't sure I could wait much longer.

"OH Gods your fingers in my ass feel soooo good," she growled. "If you keep fingering me like that I am gonna cum in no time."

"I'm not sure I can wait much longer to fuck your ass," I let slip and this caused her to thrust her hips backward harder now driving my fingers and cock deeper into her respective holes.

"I want you to fill my ass with your cum baby," she was begging now. "Please ram that hard cock of yours into it! Split me wide open!"

The more she urged me on the harder I got if that were at all possible. Finally the wait was over as a powerful orgasm tore through the woman and shook her to her core. She had to bite back a scream but her body cried out for her. She hadn't finished thrashing around when the head of my cock was piercing her ass and the shaft following quickly after. A second climax followed the first with such force it buckled her knees driving her to the floor and so I followed her down and began to fuck her ass doggy style. Her breasts swung like firm pendulums with each thrust of my hips into her. This time she didn't care who heard her cries of pleasure as my cock moved in and out of her with the same speed and momentum it had in her pussy. She began to grunt and groan louder and louder begging for me to cum inside of her and fill her ass to overflowing. Again she was thrusting backwards driving my cock deeper into her and pushing me towards my own body shaking climax.

"If you keep that up I am going to cum soon your ass is so much tighter than your pussy," I told her grinning ear to ear.

"Then I shall milk you for every drop with this tight ass of mine lover," she promised.

"Well if that is the case you are going to have to earn it," I told her as I pulled out and lay on the floor. 

She didn't miss a beat she was on her feet and straddling my cock in no time. Looking down as she lined up her ass with the head of my cock I could see the preternatural hunger I had inspired in her etched deeply on her face. She licked her lips and once the head was inside she dropped down impaling her ass with my cock.

"YESSSSSS!" she screamed as her ass was skewered to the hilt. "Your cock feels so damn good in my tight lil ass."

"Unnnnn yes it does," I replied biting back my orgasm through sheer force of will.

"Watch it sink into me lover," she told me as she began to move up and down on me. "See how my ass just swallows it up... just like my throat did earlier."

"It's a wonderful sight," I groaned teeth clenched tight.

"Cum for me baby... fill my ass with your hot cum," she begged of me.

"Ride it," I demanded, "Ride it hard and fast!"

She complied and began to bounce up and down on it like a child with a new toy. She was grunting and groaning right along with me and I knew when I came she would too. She even reached down and began to play with her pussy just to notch up the visual one more level. She slid two fingers in and out of her pussy just like mine had done in her ass earlier. They made a delicious sloppy sound when they moved into her soaked sex.

"Look lover both holes filled again just like I deserve," she moaned.

"Gonna..." I cried out but my orgasm tore the other words from me and with one last powerful downward thrust she impaled herself deep while my cock spurted the hot cum she so craved into her nether region. 

As I suspected she came right along with me and this last one was the most powerful of the lot she had experienced tonight. She collapsed on top of me her firm breasts pressed against my bare chest and we sighed contentedly. After a while she rose and cleaned me off with her mouth which nearly started a new session of love play but I told her I had to get her home and get some much needed rest for work the next day. Dressed and smiling we left the building and headed for my car.

"So," she asked me.

"So... so what," I replied.

"Who was better," mom asked wanting to know if her daughter had pleased me more or if she had.

"Not a comparison," I told her.

"I was that good," she asked.

"That's not what I said," I corrected her. "I said no comparison."

"What does that mean exactly," she asked a little hurt creeping into her voice.

"If you were to drive a classic Mustang and a brand new Corvette which would you like better," I asked.

"That's not fair they are two completely different..." she stopped speaking. "Understood."

"Good," I replied.

"Can I suck your cock til we get back to my place," she asked.

"No..." I told her.

"Please... I'll swallow..." she whispered in my ear.

"Well..." I pondered.

"You can grab my hair and fuck my throat..." she cooed.

"Damn it! Alright but just this once," I said kidding and she knew I was going to tap her ass at least one more time.

We took the long way back to her place and I did indeed grab her by her hair and force my cock as far down her talented throat as I could before sending another round of strong pulses of hot cum down her gullet.

The Next Day...

"You fucked my mom!"

"Virginia... yes I fucked your mom," I admitted.

"Why did you fuck her," Virginia asked and I gave her 'the look'.

"Cause she wanted a hard cock in her pussy and..." I stopped before I said ass.

Virginia face lost color as she realized what all had transpired the following night.

"You didn't," she said knowing full well that I had.

"Yeah I did," I said.

"You violated my mom's... her..." she couldn't continue.

"Ass, that's the word you are looking for isn't it," I asked.

"You fucked me and her and to top it off, you ass fucked my mom," Virginia said in a kind of fog.

"That about sums it up," I said softly.

"So who was better..." she began but I cut her off and explained as I had to her mom and she seemed happy to be described as a Corvette. "So I guess I am going to have to let you fuck my ass too eh?"

"That is entirely up to you Virginia," I told her with no judgment in my tone at all. "You have to be comfortable with whatever we do or don't do. I don't want to pressure you either way; just because your mom's a complete freak doesn't mean you have to be."

"So you are going to fuck her again then," Virginia asked me.

"She likes anal sex what do you think," I asked. "There aren't a lot of women out there that do and crave it like she does."

"And the school girl," she asked. "Are you going to continue on with her too?"

"Yes she is a woman in training she needs to hone her cock sucking skills and I feel obligated to finish what I started."

Virginia smiled just then and I knew where her mind was going even before the words left her mouth.

"What if I helped," she offered. "I could help teach her how to suck cock the proper way and you could fuck both of us at the same time."

"I won't deny the image has crossed my mind," I said smiling.

"It's agreed then I will tutor her and you will get what every man dreams of two for the price of one."

"If she is agreeable that is," I told her.

"How could she say no," Virginia said licking her lips.

"I will set up a meeting and you two can discuss this new arrangement," I said feeling my cock stiffen at the thought.

Later That Same Day...

"So this girl wants to help me to..." Lindsey said.

"Suck cock and swallow cum," I told her.

"...and you are okay with this?"

"I'll be honest, what guy doesn't dream of having two beautiful women pleasuring him at the same time."

"I can see the appeal... two guys at the same time..." she dropped off her face flushing with excitement.

"So what do you say," I asked.

Lindsey mulled over the images in her mind and I could see her begin to squirm in her seat as the thoughts took form.

"You got a deal!" she said smiling brilliantly. "When can we start?"

I reached down and hit the speed dial on my cell phone and spoke into it and set the time and place with Virginia.

"One hour at a park nearby is that too soon," I asked Lindsey.

"Not soon enough," she purred.

One Hour Later...

Lindsey and I were sitting in Virginia's kitchen discussing the art of cock sucking from a male and female point of view and I could see that it was having a distinct affect on everyone in the room.

"Can't we just go upstairs and do this thing..." Lindsey asked finally.

"I agree," Virginia said smiling brilliantly.

"Who am I to argue, after you two...?" I said as Virginia rose and led the way.

The girls walked side by side and talking quietly then without warning they began to shed their clothes as we walked up the stairs to the second floor. By the time we reached the top steps they were naked and looking over their shoulders at me.

"You are falling behind..." said Virginia.

"... and we don't want to wait for you." Lindsey finished.

I stripped out of my cloths long before we reached the bedroom. I had barely crossed the threshold before being grabbed on either arm and flung onto the queen sized bed. They pounced like twin cats and began kissing, licking and rubbing themselves all over me. Virginia straddled my face with her pussy with her head facing my belly while Lindsey kneeled between my legs and wrapped her fist around my iron hard flesh. I couldn't actually hear what Virginia or Lindsey were saying but whatever it was they could continue forever. I felt a tongue lick and tease the head of my cock as a beginning to a wonderful start to this event. I shuddered with pleasure and this just spurned them on. They took turns with the licking for a time before I felt someone's mouth engulf the head of my cock.

"NNNNNN yessss," I moaned.

"Now swirl your tongue around it like I told you..." came Virginia's voice.

"Oh my god," I moaned louder than before.

"See he likes it," Virginia continued. "Now lower your mouth and RELAX don't tense up."

Slowly more and more of my cock eased down Lindsey's throat and then she began to bob up and down on it.

"Perfect! Now when I tell you just swallow and let your throat do all the work. You can stroke the shaft too if you want," Virginia moaned. "That'll give him more pleasure and make him cum faster."

I felt her hand begin to move up and down now as she sucked harder and her tongue swirled with more passion. I felt my orgasm start to build so I let her know by panting louder and louder.

"See... his cock is getting thicker now isn't it," Virginia observed.

Lindsey moaned sending delicious sensations through me and I moaned all the louder. She continued to moan as she pressed her head down further and further until her nose touched the base.

"God damn girl that's called deep-throating," Virginia told her. "Keep that up and he will blow any minute. Remember to relax and yes that's right keep stroking so you can milk him of every drop of cum."

My body shuddered more and more as I felt the point of no return and cried out as I felt my orgasm get closer and closer. I moaned louder as the pleasure built until I could stand it no longer and fought the urge to ram my hips upward as the cum pulsed from my cock. This time Lindsey swallowed and so eager was she that she stroked every last drop of cum from me.

"Perfect!!!!" cried Virginia. "You are a natural Lindsey."

"Thanks," I finally heard Lindsey's voice. "That was fucking awesome!"

"Tell me about it," I told them.

"How about you lick that pussy of mine and we can both work on your cock so the fucking can begin," Virginia offered.

Without a word I pulled her hips down and began to feast on her tender young pussy. She was moaning while they both licked and sucked on me.




If At First You Don't Succeed...



Chapter 1:  Pat and Rick and Jane and Don.

Jane was nervous from the git go. She'd been with the company only a month. Pat was her boss. Jane still had not made up her mind whether she liked or disliked her. She could be curt, also affable. You never quite knew what to expect. But she was always fair, so much Jane had to admit. 

She'd agonized over what to wear. Silly really, but she always did. In the end, she went for the plain pink dress, longish, though not too long, which fastened tight across the top, leaving arms and shoulders bare.

"What d'you think?" she'd asked Don, twirling before him, bare-footed on the carpet.

"Looks great," Don said, trying to be enthusiastic. 

If he'd been honest, he would have told Jane that the tie that held the dress in place was pulled too tight, giving her a 'prom-like' appearance. Jane was five years past 18. A moderate amount of latitude in the tie would have been more appropriate. Don, older than Jane by a few years, enjoyed the odd glimpse of pure white breasts down the top of a dress and would not mind at all if other guys got a titillating view of Jane's. He'd watch, thinking 'Eat your heart out, buddy. Mine, all mine.' 

They'd been a couple for only three months, but Don knew already that asking Jane to loosen the tie would result in an impatient gesture, her running upstairs, and a complete change of outfit. The tie was tight so her breasts would not be visible at all, even when she bent forward. Neither would they budge one centimeter, held firmly in place between the tie and the demi-bra.

Don thought to himself 'Isn't the whole point of a demi-bra to give the guys an occasional look?' But he said nothing.

"Shoes?" Jane was saying.

"How about the black strap-ons?" Don said, looking at his watch. They were already late.

"A bit risqué, don't you think?"

"I don't think so," Don replied. 

The strap-ons highlighted Jane's elegant feet and slender ankles. What was the point in having such attributes if you didn't show them off once in a while? Jane was truly a stunner and her habit of 'hiding her light under a bushel' had begun to annoy Don. He said nothing because he sensed his desire to 'show her off' was basically sexist. He was a bit ashamed of this, but it did not make him feel any different.

"Mmmm!" Jane pondered. "I think I'll stick with flat. Better be on the safe side."

She slipped into a pair of black shoes with flat heels, and looked at herself in the mirror, from all angles.

'Now she really does look prom-esque, Don was thinking. But he said nothing. He was dressed as usual, jeans, a sports shirt, open at the neck. And the amulet. He always wore the amulet, even though Jane often made negative comments about it. He had told her the necklace was an heirloom, but in fact it had been given him by a college buddy, Rivera, a Brazilian and inveterate rake. He scored with every girl who caught his eye --- at least by his own account. The amulet was engraved with an 'ancient Indio fertility symbol', he'd said, soberly.

'Help you with the ladies, my friend' he'd added, significantly.

Shy by nature and overawed by his ebullient and gregarious friend, Don had not believed this nonsense, of course, but accepted the gift in the spirit in which it was intended -- and by implication, admitting that he could do with all the help 'with the ladies' he could get. To his amazement, he'd scored the very first time he'd dared to wear it. And though this remained very much a one-off – he had, in college parlance, gotten lucky – the amulet became his good-luck charm. 

They arrived twenty minutes late. Don was irritated. He liked to be punctual.

"Don't be silly," Jane had said. "It's fashionable to be a bit late. It's expected."

Pat did not appear to disagree. Her greeting was warm.

"I do hope you don't mind," Pat said, "but I've had dinner catered. Just no time. Anyway," she continued, taking Jane by the elbow, "the caterers do a much better job than I ever could. You really wouldn't want to try my cooking."

Don was not thinking at all of Pat's cooking. He'd never set eyes on her before, but even as he shook Rick's hand, he now could scarcely keep his eyes off her. What a contrast. Prim little Jane, her attributes all safely hidden away. And hot Pat, everything on show. Long, slender, bare legs – black strap-ons set them off to perfection --- a skirt revealing enough to whet the appetite for more, and a white blouse that was as close to transparent as it could be without actually being it. The contours of Pat's breasts showed through unashamedly, and those points had to be .... her nipples!

Don caught the look on Rick's face and read his mind. 'Sexy, ain't she?' He almost answered the unasked question!

He was caught unawares. Pat was Jane's boss. He'd expected a bit stern, perhaps, even prim. Business-like at the very least. It was why he had been a mite grumpy. Expectations for the evening had fallen under duty rather than pleasure. 

It took Don a while to reconcile his expectation of Pat with what turned out to be the reality. Well, to be honest, he never did quite adjust.

He joined in the small talk over drinks, then dinner, but his mind was focused on a single question that arose as the two couples sat across from each other sipping cocktails. Pat had crossed and re-crossed her legs. Her movement was swift, and it remained merely a suspicion......? 

Rick was older than Pat, possibly already into his forties, and Pat was older than Don and Jane. Low thirties, maybe. Who cared? Her body was well preserved and she displayed it with unabashed assurance. Everything about her oozed sensuality. 

Don ate and drank mechanically, trying manfully to keep his eyes from Pat's breasts as their form and contour adjusted naturally to her movements.  

During after dinner drinks, Don's kept Pat's thighs in the corner of his field of view. He followed the talk vaguely. This skirted current events and fastened somehow on the two couples who'd made a top news story out of 're-vitalizing their relationships' by having sex every day.

"Can't imagine what all the fuss is about,' Pat had said. "Hell, once a day! What's so special about that?"

She'd glanced at Rick, who nodded solemnly in acquiescence.

"And writing books about it, too" he'd said in that deep voice with a slight southern twang. 

"Hell," he turned his head to eye Don and Jane, sitting together opposite, "if all she got was once a day....?"

He'd nodded at Pat, leaving to the imagination the diabolical consequences this would have.

Don knew that Jane would not like this kind of talk. She'd probably not even noticed the news item. He had. It was all over the web.

"Boasting about 'doing it' on the edge of the bed, for the first time," Pat continued blithely. "I mean, gimme a break."

She'd eyed Don so directly then, he was sure he'd blushed. 

"All that talk about 'varying it'. I mean, so primitive, don't you think?" Pat was saying.

"We found a great way to keep things spicy," she continued, eyeing Rick seductively. 

Rick grinned.

"Pat's idea," he said, eyeing Jane.

"You tell," Pat said.

"Maybe our guests aren't interested, Pat," Rick said, his gaze roaming from Jane to Don and back again.

Don found his voice. Hell, one of them had to say something.

"Er..No! Not at all," he said, clearing his throat. "Every couple needs ..er.. something."

"You're so right, Don," Pat said, rewarding him with a brief parting of her thighs. 

A thrill ran through Don's body that was utterly disproportionate to the brevity of the glimpse --- OhmiGod! Was it obvious that his dick was straining against the tight denim of his jeans?

"If you don't work on it, you so easily get in a rut. Been there, done that," Pat was saying.

Rick was chuckling. Pat elbowed him, playfully.

"Third time lucky," he said, lightly.

Pat threw him a look, possibly suggesting a fourth time might be even luckier, though only possibly.

"We have this roulette wheel, y'see," Rick hurried on. "A toy, really. But it serves its purpose. If it comes up red, it's Pat's turn, black it's my turn."

"Er... For what?" Don said, interrupting the brief silence. 

Jane had her stone face on. He hoped Pat and Rick did not notice.

"Whoever's turn it is makes the rules. You know. If it's Pat's turn I have to do what she says, and vice versa. No exceptions."

"That's how we find out what turns us on," Pat said.

"Number below 16, it's for two hours, above it's four hours," Rick said.

"Then we spin again," Pat interposed, "If he's got any gas left!"

Which drew a belly laugh from Rick.

"I hafta admit it," he said. "She outlasts me every time – well, nearly every time."

"That's interesting," Don said, struggling. Four hours? What could you say?

"Works for us," Rick and Pat said, in unison. 

"But, hey," Rick continued, "chacun a son gout. What works for one couple doesn't necessarily work for the other."

Don steeled himself for the question – what 'trick' did he and Jane use -- which never came. 

"Well now, how about another round of drinks?" Rick said, jovially.

Jane consulted her watch. 

"It's getting late, Rick," she said. "I think we'd better be getting along."

"Work tomorrow, eh," Rick said. "An' I'll bet she's a real martinet!"

He said it playfully, but drew nevertheless a sharp dig in the ribs from Pat.

"Not at all, Rick," Jane said, far too seriously. "She's a great boss. It's a pleasure to work in her department."

"And you're great at your job, Jane," Pat said, fulsomely. 

"See. You!" another playful dig at Rick. "We get along fine, don't we Jane."

.......................................................................................

Don knew it was coming. Jane drove. 

"You drank too much, as usual," she'd said, sharply.

There was a long silence, during which Don failed to keep a mental image of Pat out of his mind. The pollen was up in no uncertain way. But Don knew that the evening would not end as he fervently wished it would.

"Disgusting," Jane spat out, eventually.

Don remained silent.

"You, too," Jane continued. 

"'Every couple needs something'", she mocked.

"I hadda say something, Jane. What was I supposed to say?"

Silence.

"And don't think I didn't notice," Jane said, after a long pause.

"What? Notice what?"

"You ogling her. Dressed like a cheap whore. Ugh! Disgusting."

Don considered several responses. He was not in any sense drunk, but had imbibed sufficiently to mull over the pros and cons of suggesting that Jane lighten up some – even that Rick and Pat's 'game' may be healthy for their own relationship.

But the timing was not right. Jane's frigid attitude had damped the pollen all too effectively. Don's dick no longer tested the zipper of his jeans. 

"D'you know what," Jane said, with an air of incredulity. "I think she didn't even have panties on!"

"Really?" Don said, feigning innocence. 

.........................................................................................

When their guests left, Pat and Rick relaxed on the sofa, enjoying martinis, three fifths ice-cold vodka, two fifths Vermouth and an olive.

"What d'you think?" Pat said.

"Him, for sure. He couldn't keep his eyes off you."

"I noticed. Not bad looking, either. I could go for him."

She looked at Rick interrogatively. He shrugged.

"How can you tell?" he said. "Pretty little thing? I'll bet she's got one hell of a body under all that armor."

"Very uptight, though."

"God, Yes! You think she actually screws him?"

"I expect so. The way I used to, with my first. Bless his heart. He was nice enough, but he had no idea how to get me going."

"You think young Don can get her going?"

Pat considered.

"Nope!" she said. "But he'd sure like to."

"Which means?"

"We agreed. Whichever. She's a definite 'notatall', he's a 'maybe'." 

"My bad luck," Rick replied.

"No," said Pat emphatically. "My good luck!"

Pat and Rick had talked about it enough. Each emerging from a series of stultifying relationships, they had 'found sex' with each other. It was exhilarating, fulfilling, exhausting. Could anything be better? Neither knew, but they were ready to push the envelope to find out. Occasionally, if one or the other was not in the mood, they'd use a porn movie, sometimes 'his', sometimes 'hers' to get them going. It always worked, and gave them not a few ideas. But there's a limited number of techniques a man and a woman can use to extract mutual pleasure from 'the finest thing in life'. They'd been through them all, many, many times.

The obvious next step, though, a swinger club, was a total failure. Fat, ugly or both, some cute young things dragged along by their partners, to whom they clung like limpets. Single guys on the prowl, some of them attractive in an animalistic way. Pat was not averse to an FMM threesome but the guys on the prowl did not cut it for her. Anyway, the ambience was all wrong.

They'd decided. Private, or not at all. Jane and Don were 'trial couple number three'. One and two had drawn four 'notatalls'. 

Chapter 2:  Jane and Don.

A week had passed since 'the dinner', and Jane still had not loosened up. Don tried everything – well, everything he knew. But as the nights passed by, with Jane retiring to the bathroom, closing the door, emerging encased in a flannel nightgown, undoubtedly panties underneath, slipping into their king-size and turning her back to Don and her light demonstratively off, Don began to get frustrated. And not a little mad.

What was the point of having a relationship with a woman if you did not have sex? He might as well room with a guy. At least they'd have some fun. Sex was the force that drew men and women together, and kept them together, was it not? The withdrawal of sex by one party was asking for trouble. 

Sure, many had been the times previously when Don wanted sex and Jane did not. But she had been tender.

"Not tonight, Don. Just hold me, cuddle me."

Don really liked Jane. He was a nice guy. She was a very nice girl. He'd done what she'd asked – held her, cuddled her, soothed the wrinkles left behind by her day in the office, stroked her neck, kissed her softly. 

She'd sighed.

"You're such a wonderful guy," she'd said. "I'm so fortunate."

Then she'd fallen asleep.

Don had hung in there, confident things would change. Inside Jane was a butterfly. He had just to figure out how to coax it out of its chrysalis. Now, he was not so sure. Not even cuddles. Maybe the chrysalis was all there was?

Since leaving college, Don had dated, if infrequently. Some of his dates had ended with a kiss and a cuddle in the doorway. But not all. Sheena, for example. They'd met one afternoon when she sauntered into his cubicle carrying an armful of folders. He'd seen her around, but not taken much notice.

"You have nice hands," she'd said, seductively.

"Er...Thank you," Don had stammered.

"Would you like to slide one up my skirt?" Sheena said, as though asking if he'd like a coffee.

Don looked up sharply. Was she serious? She was! 'Come on, get on with it', her expression said.

"Someone will ..er.. see," Don stammered.

"No they won't. I'll keep my back turned. It'll just look like we're chatting."

Don remembered still how his body had tingled all over as tentative fingers slid up soft inner thigh, met naked pussy lips, which parted soooo readily. 'I'm pretty wet. You can start with two, first slow, then three, fast and hard.' It had taken half an hour and his arm was about to fall off when Sheena celebrated her orgasm with a faint 'Oh!'. Then, 'That was nice. Come by tonight and I'll do something nice for you'. She scribbled her address on the scratch pad.

'Something nice' turned out to be a full-throated blow job. Don lasted five minutes, the only five of the evening that one part of him or another was not stimulating Sheena's cunt. She was truly insatiable. Thereafter, she'd stop by his cubicle mid-morning to be finger-fucked, and again mid-afternoon, and she'd pout sulkily if he made an excuse for the evening. 

Small wonder that he hadn't survived the Sunday of the second weekend. They had been at it since Saturday noon. Break for a pizza, a few hours sleep here and there, otherwise raw sex in tooth and claw. Don had woken around Sunday noon to the feel of Sheena's teeth on his dick, which remained stubbornly limp. It was worn out. And once it became apparent this was a semi-permanent condition, Don was peremptorily thrown out.

Still, Don had learned some things about himself that he previously did not suspect. He could get it up night after night, for many hours at a time: he could survive a vicious fellatio for thirty minutes, and still have enough gas in the tank to fuck for a another half hour before coming: he could come inside her and keep it stiff through a second round, and sometimes even a third. If his dick had eventually gone on strike, it was after a workout the like of which many a porn actor would have been justly proud. He concluded it was not he, it was Sheena. She didn't need a man, she needed a football team!

'What the hell do women want?' he'd often asked himself, realizing only gradually that this was a ridiculous question. Each 'date' was different from all her predecessors. Don worked in the IT sector, so he was familiar with the term 'bandwidth'. He'd just never thought of this in the context of female sexual appetite.

Jane was Don's first live-in. He'd not shaken off his innate shyness. Jane had made him feel good about himself. She was a truly nice girl, pretty and what a body! This had been very much on view during their courtship. They'd sat on his couch, undressed each other garment by garment until both were naked. Then a long, tender kiss as his hand explored every inch of her, the so soft breasts, long slender neck and back, the silk of her inner thighs, the heavenly warmth when he finally dared to explore the holy of holies. Their sex was the antithesis of the wild, interminable sessions with Sheena. Sensual, gentle and brief. Once Don came, that was that. When she returned from the bathroom, they'd kiss and cuddle for a while, but there would be no resumption of 'proceedings', even if Don tried to initiate this.

But Don did not mind. He was in love. 

When Jane moved in, the sessions on the couch tapered off. They shared a bed, after all. If Don started something on the couch, Jane would take him by the hand and lead him to the bedroom. Where the light went out too soon. Her peerless torso met his eyes less and less frequently. 

Sure, there was lots of touching, feeling, kissing, stroking. But when she was ready, strictly missionary, under the sheets. Don tried to draw it out, but after all the stroking and kissing, five, ten minutes was as long as he could restrain himself. 

Jane gave every impression of enjoying their couplings, even though they ended long before she was even close to orgasm. She did not seem to mind. A tissue was at hand, and when she returned from the bathroom, the nightgown was on. A quick last kiss, and she'd snuggle close to him and fall asleep.

At first Don was content with this. Jane was no longer his 'date'. They had a 'relationship'. Naturally, the bloom of their initial encounter, of being 'in love' wore off. At least he was 'getting it' regularly. No longer the torture of 'dating' and 'will she, won't she'. 

But as time went by he had gotten frustrated. Sex as routine? Was this the way it was going to be? When he thought about it, he realized that he had never managed to bring Jane to orgasm. Was there something wrong with her? Or with him? 

He'd tried to talk to her about sex, tried also to mix it up. But Jane didn't like to talk. It embarrassed her, she said. And when he tried to interest her in new things, she gently steered him back into the routine. He yearned to caress her pussy with his tongue and lips, but every time he'd made a move in that direction, two hands grasped his head and returned it to her breasts.




If At First You Don't Succeed...



"There" she'd say, as his mouth closed over a stiffening nipple.

"I like that."

And of course he dearly wished she would fellate him, knowing that she would not. She'd stroke his cock for ever, though; while he caressed her breasts; while they kissed, long and deep; while he fingered her pussy, spreading its wings, sliding a finger inside, up to massage her clit with her own juice. She liked that, too, parted her thighs, sometimes moaned softly. If she'd only let him go on for long enough, he was sure he could get her off that way.

But she never did. She'd pull on his cock, guiding it between her thighs, which opened wide to accommodate him, then lie back, drawing his body onto hers, sighing as the tip of his cock nudged at her vaginal opening, then entered her. In, out – Don tried so hard to keep the slow fuck going, but his own body had other ideas. His cock thrust harder into her, all the way in, all the way out. It evolved a will of its own.  

Don thought of all the things Sheena had taught him. She liked to come and made sure she did, in so many different ways. And she made him come, and come again, so he could fuck her, or she him, for longer and longer, in every position conceivable, stopping only when exhaustion set in. 

Ohsure. Sheena was much more than he could handle. Off the wall! But sex with Jane now tended to the opposite extreme. When they began seeing each other, the sensuality of their foreplay had excited him. But now they were a pair, the sameness of their couplings – the routine -- became frustrating. Excitement gave way slowly to mere sexual relief, two, maybe three times a week. 

And now even relief was denied him!

After eight days of being frozen out, Don received a curious text message:

'hey, don. p fancies u. u interested? rick.'

Confused, he had not replied. 

Next day:

'Last chance don u know where u name time? rick'

Against his better judgment, Don found himself considering.

Tuesday was his evening at the gym. Afterwards, a few beers with the guys. When he arrived home, always feeling horny, Jane was usually asleep. Thursdays, Jane attended an aerobics class. Well, she referred to something more fancy --- tantric, meditation, were in there somewhere -- but Don did not take that nonsense seriously. Aerobics, then. Afterwards, drinkies with the girls. When she got home, Jim was always awake, and Jane was always ready for sex. Obviously, the exercise, or girl-talk or whatever, turned her on. 

A Thursday had passed since the 'dinner'. He thought that night would break the rut. Instead, it broke with tradition. Jane returned much later than usual, and did not want sex. Don's frustration grew.

Perhaps that's why, in response to the second message, he texted:

'y me?'

'P want u want, right' was the reply, a short while later.

Swallowing hard, his heart pounding, Don texted,

'tuesday evening 7pm k?'

Back came.

'great xpect u tu 7'.

....................................................................................

Tuesday was not Don's best day at work. He just could not concentrate. Fortunately, it's easy for a software engineer to disguise that he is just doodling, not working on the code. He'd packed his gym stuff in the bag that morning. He'd go straight from work. He'd told Jane.

"Okay. Have fun," she'd said. 

Civility had returned. Warmth would eventually and with it sex, of sorts. 

Nevertheless, he was committed.

If only he didn't feel so damn guilty.

The day dragged on and on. As 7pm approached, Don grew more and more nervous. What the hell was he getting himself into?

Chapter 3:  Pat and Rick and Don.

"Hey! Great," Rick said.

"Hi!" Don managed. "I..."

"Come right on in. Pat's really looking forward to this. She'll be down directly."

"Drink?"

"Er... Ok!"

Don fisted his martini, sipping cautiously.

"Mind ...er... explaining this a bit... Rick?"

"Sure, no problem, Don," Rick said in his comforting southern lilt. 

They sat, at opposite ends of the sofa.

"You remember when we had you and Jane over for dinner?"

"Yes," Don said, cautiously.

"Well, to be honest, there was an ulterior motive." 

"Which was?"

"I'll come right out with it, Don, if that's ok with you?"

"Yes, please. Be direct."

"Pat and I are interested in trying sex with multiple partners," Rick said, evenly, eyeing Don.

Who gulped. Of course, he'd guessed. All the talk, about the couples who announced to the world they had sex every day. Now he knew!

"We had no idea how it would work out," Rick continued. "Threesome, foursome, or notatall-some."

"And it's not the only time. We had two barren evenings -- four 'notatalls'. But Pat liked you, you obviously liked her, and I'm sure I'd go for Jane if....."

"Yes!" Don said, emphatically, cutting him off. Then,

"So we're talking about a threesome?"

"We are."

"You, me and Pat."

"That would be correct."

"And if I don't want to go for that?"

"Don, you know where the door is. No-one's forcing you to do anything you don't wanna do."

Cheez!

"But Pat is Jane's boss," he said, lamely.

"Believe me," Rick said, with emphasis. "Pat knows very well how to separate work from play. This is play. It has no bearing at all on work. Trust me on that."

"So Jane will never know?"

"Not unless you tell her."

Pause.

"So what is it, Don. In, or out?" Rick said, possibly innocent of the double entendre.

Ohshit!

"Me and Pat alone?" Don said, shaking his head as he spoke, because Rick was shaking his.

"Pat and me, we done just 'bout ev'erthing a couple can do. We talk' it over some. Time to experiment, we decided. I guess you got the honor. Our first, and from the looks of it yours too." 

"Oh yes! Hell, Rick. I've never done anything like this before," Don said. "I have no idea how I'm going to react."

"Well, Don, this is crunch time. Either you want to try it, or you don't."

Rick paused. He sipped his martini. Don said nothing. He made no move.

"Can I interpret that as a 'Yes'?" Rick said, eventually, angling his head.

He was into it now. No going back. He felt no desire, only anxiety. Even when Pat joined them, her attributes every bit as much on view as previously. She greeted him warmly enough, but there was a tension in the air. 

Pat tried to make small talk, unsuccessfully.

At least, Don thought, they're as nervous as I am. 

"Oh hell," Pat said suddenly. "Let's get on with it."

Rick brought out the roulette wheel and placed it on the table in front of the sofa on which all three sat. Pat was in the middle. 

"We changed the rules a bit, Don, since there's three of us," Rick said. "Red's still Pat's. Black's ours. Female, male 50/50. If it comes up black, we spin again. Red is you, black is me. Ok with you?"

"Kay," Don said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"And we drop the two hour, four hour thing. Ever' throw is one hour. That way, we all get at least one turn, on balance of probability."

"An' one addition," Rick added. "No-one gets left out, right. Whoever's choosing makes sure all three are involved. Right, Pat?"

Pat nodded. Her thighs were pressed tight together. She looked as though she'd rather be anywhere but where she was at.

In fact, this was not so. Pat had long fantasized about doing it with two guys. But fantasy is one thing, reality another. A spot of stage fright was only to be expected.

"One more thing, Don," Rick said, "Just so you know. We're not into pain, and Pat does not do ass-fucking. Kay?"

Gulp! Ass-fucking? Even Sheena was not into that! Don nodded, thankfully.

"OK," Rick said. "Here we go. Lady's honor."

He span the wheel, Pat sent the ball scudding in the opposite direction.

Six eyes focused as the ball came to rest in a slot.

"Ha! Black," Rick said, eyeing Pat playfully. Of the three, Rick seemed most at ease – or shall we say, least uneasy.

"Spin again. Your turn, Don."

Don took the ball, trying desperately to control the shaking of his hand.

Black again.

"Hey! Whaddya know. First hour is mine," Rick said, setting the alarm on the side table.

Pat eyed him nervously.

"Kay. Here's how we start. Pat, you stand, step back a pace, face me and Don and do a strip. Nice and slow."

"And you two?" Pat asked. 

"Me an' Don's gonna watch, get out the old monkeys and stroke 'em some."

"And then?" Pat said.

"We get to that," Rick said, unzipping his shorts. "I want our new friend to admire the sexiest gal in town, as nature made her."

Until she met Rick, Pat had never stripped for a man. Perhaps because no man she cared for had asked her to. Perhaps, also, because of an innate inhibition – nice girls don't do that. Rick's quiet persistence finally persuaded her, and thenceforth they often began this way. Pat enjoyed it as much as Rick. They experimented and found what worked best. Neither was into sexy underwear, or stockings and suspenders. A simple dress, underneath just Pat. Shoes she could kick off. Or, as on that night, a blouse, skirt and strap-ons. 

As she faced Don and Rick, eyeing them seductively, all nervousness evaporated. She'd fantasized stripping for a whole room of strange men. One would do, for starters, and especially one whose eyes were practically falling out of his head as her hand played with the top button of her blouse.

Pat had long since figured out what worked best for Rick. Three very simple principles. First, everything very slow and very deliberate. Second, minimal movement. Third, feigned disinterest. Just remove your clothing very, very slowly. Pat could stretch out the removal of a single garment interminably.

Two buttons undone. Don had seen nothing he'd not already seen. But his dick was already stiff as a pole. He stroked it mechanically, his eyes riveted on Pat's breasts.

Pat threw him an occasional, casual glance, but made no attempt at eye contact. The hand that played with the buttons also stretched the fabric of the blouse so it brushed across her nipples, which stood out ever more prominently. Her fingers would toy with the button, then desist and stray across to a nipple. She'd look down at herself, stroking the nipple up and down, back and forth with a casual forefinger. Then back to the button, releasing it, and moving across to the other nipple. It was as though she were alone, stimulating herself, enjoying herself. Don and Rick were merely voyeurs.

'Ohshit,' Don was thinking. 'Much more of this and...!'

He lowered his hand and began squeezing his balls. None too soon. 

Pat's blouse hung loose. Buttons undone, she spent an age easing the garment out of her skirt. Suddenly – a barely imperceptible movement of hands and body – the blouse fell from her shoulders, slid down her arms and onto the floor.

Don's eyes fixed on two pear shaped breasts, perfectly formed, which hung in wondrous symmetry from squared shoulders above a flat stomach. A hint of ribcage, but the jewels in the crown were two erect nipples embedded in the flushed pink of puffy areolas.

The sight alone was almost enough. The lightest of touches would have Don's erupting. Manfully, he restrained his hand even as his retina absorbed the image that was imprinted on it – probably forever.

'Holy shit!' he mouthed to himself. 'How could he possibly survive the skirt?'

Perhaps Pat sensed Don was struggling to hold back, that further teasing would be counterproductive. She did not play with her skirt, simply unfastened it, allowed it to fall to her feet and stood still, a naked, shiny mound of Venus thrust just slightly to the fore. An absent hand stroked her breasts.

"Ain't that something, Don," came Rick's voice seemingly from the far distance.

"Holy shit," Don said, out loud, in a tone of extreme reverence.

Rick had been watching Don and knew that he was on the brink. A compliment to Pat. Don was a young man. He probably came easily. No tragedy if he'd come before they'd even gotten started. But Rick sensed that this would embarrass Don.

"Ok, next," he said. "You an' me, Don, we get naked, too. I reckon Pat has earned herself a little reward, here, and I happen to know there's little she likes better than the feel of a tongue on her pussy. You go first, Don. Use that cushion for your knees. Carpet's a bit rough. I'll stand at the side and fondle her delicious tits while she strokes my cock. Pat, one foot on the table please. Help Don get at you without breaking his neck."

Rick's voice, and divesting himself of his clothing, broke the spell, at least to the extent that semen was no longer straining for exit. His experience with Sheena had taught Don, also, that licking pussy, whilst extremely enjoyable, distracted from his own need. They'd 69'ed and 96'ed for hours and he'd managed to get her off -- tongue, lips, fingers and even fist – at least five times before he himself succumbed.

Pat had arranged herself for ease of access. When he dared look up, Don's inner voice said 'Is there anything about her that is not perfect?'

Prominent inner labial lips, slightly parted, revealed a glimpse of brighter pink, already moist. Taking a leaf out of Pat's book, Don resolved to proceed slow, real slow. Pat's muted 'Oh!' as the tip of his tongue grazed the underside of her pussy lip was music to his ears.

The initial hour ended just as Pat celebrated her first orgasm. The expertise with which Don used his tongue and lips on her vaginal lips, clit-hood, then, when it peeked out, her clit tip, had surprised her. Of course, she did not know about Sheena, who had taught Don the tricks of the trade. Where to start – tips of the pussy lips, then inside, at the base, where nerve endings were few. Then slowly inch forwards towards the clit, advance and retreat, waiting, for the telltale movement of the groin. The clit-hood, yes, along the sides, along the top. The clit-tip? Careful. Not too soon. First a little flick, wait for reaction.

Pat's clit was sensitive, but not unduly so. Perhaps because it was rather prominent. Don felt her hand grasp his hair as he worried it, tongued it hard. She gasped,

"Yes, Yes. Ohyes!...Ohyes Yes! YES! OHSHIT!!" 

Shakily, her foot slid to the floor and her body flopped onto the couch, its ribcage heaving. 

"Holy shit! I'm not going to ask who taught you that!"

She looked up at Don, admiringly.

Don was elated. He truly enjoyed pleasing a woman. Especially a woman who responded like Pat.

Pat and Rick glanced at each other. Both looked upon Don with new eyes.

Pat recovered quickly. They each took a sip of martini. The wheel was spun. Red! Pat's turn.

"Ha!" she said, gleefully.

She removed her shoes, settled into the couch, her thighs splayed, Rick knelt, bent forward and began where Don had left off. 

Following instruction, Don stepped onto the couch and placed one leg on its backrest. Pat raised a hand and began to stroke his cock and balls.

"Mmm! Nice," she murmured, though whether referring to Rick's ministrations or Don's stiffening cock was not discernable. Probably both.

Now she was into it, Pat found that the reality of two men was even better than her fantasy. Don's expert cunnilingus had surprised her and turned her on in no uncertain way. Of course, Rick was no less proficient. Oral sex was not only an integral part of their repertoire, it was its centerpiece. Control. Draw it out, long and slow, or a quickie, before dinner, whetting the appetite for later.

In one regard, Pat and Rick agreed. It was much better when they did it sequentially. He did her, she did him. 69 just did not work as well, however hard and often they practiced. One could not concentrate on one's own arousal while at the same time stimulating and enjoying the response of the other. 

Now, with Rick lapping the inside walls of her pussy lips, then taking them one by one into his mouth and sucking gently, the tactile sensations of one-on-one cunnilingus were combined with the pleasures of a second cock, which she could watch, stroke, take into her mouth – whatever she pleased.

Her eyes rose to meet Don's.

To Don they seemed like dark pools of desire.   

Pat's hand guided his cock to her mouth. She began to lick its tip, using a slow circular motion, breaking off occasionally and throwing her head back in response to Rick's stimulation.

Don adjusted his stance slightly and slid his cock to and fro along Pat's lips. She opened them out and raised a hand, pressing Don's cock against her lips with her fingers. Her other hand stroked the back of his scrotum, then its underside. Long fingers fondled his balls.

Rick worked Pat's pussy harder now, using the flat of his tongue in broad strokes from the base of her vagina up to her clit hood. He kept this going for a long time. Stage two. Rick knew very well how to raise the level of Pat's arousal in increments. Her groin began to move, in syncopation with the strokes of Rick's tongue.

Don was thinking how wonderful it would be to slide his aching cock into Pat's mouth. Perhaps he transmitted this desire unwittingly, because on the next backstroke, Pat opened her mouth wider and used her fingers to press Don's cock tip inside.

OhmiGod!

He stood now, both feet planted on the sofa. His cock slid slowly in and out of Pat's mouth, which opened and closed around its shaft. She began to suck, at first gently, regularly, then more vigorously, wildly. Her hand grasped his balls, drawing his cock deeper and deeper inside her mouth and tonguing its underside furiously.

Suddenly she grabbed his butt with both hands and pulled him into her. Her lips closed around his cock, trapping it. Her nails dug into his butt. Her body began to shake.

Rick had administered the coup de grace, taking Pat's clit hood into his mouth and sucking, while flicking his tongue across her clit tip.

Pat's body heaved and bucked as the orgasm broke and washed over her. 

Don understood, finally, and tried to withdraw. But Pat clung to him, holding him in her, sucking, releasing, sucking, releasing. He waited for her to collapse.

But she did not. 

"Fuck my mouth," she panted, releasing him suddenly.

Don hesitated.

"Come on, fuck," Pat demanded.

"If I do that I'll ... come," Don stammered.

Pat just grasped him by the butt, driving his cock in and out of her mouth. She sucked greedily. Soon there was no need. Don's cock remembered it had a will of its own. 

Don could not know that Rick had inserted two fingers into Pat's vagina and was finger-fucking her furiously, still sucking on her clit hood and tonguing her clit. He knew Pat. There was always more than one.

There was no holding it. Streams of semen shot along his shaft and emerged in massive spurts into Pat's mouth, which sucked greedily as the fluid hit the back of her throat. Still, she sucked, her body taut, tense....

Don's cock felt the force of her inaudible cry as Rick took her over the top a second time. Her body was taut as a coiled spring, her rump was raised up to meet Rick's thrusts ....then, after an age, fell back.

They remained still for several minutes, Don's cock, spent, but still stiff, embedded in Pat's mouth, three fingers of Rick's right hand deep inside her vagina, his thumb fondling her clit hood gently.....

They'd disengaged. Rick had fetched fresh drinks while Pat used a hand-cloth to wipe saliva and the few drops of Don's semen she had not swallowed from her lips. She handed Don the cloth.

"Dry me off", she'd said, her head falling back. "I haven't got the energy."

Than which no task could have pleased Don more! Pat's pussy lips were engorged, splayed out and soaked in vaginal fluid. Don wiped reverently, adoring every square inch.

"God, Rick, if I'd only known it'd be this good! We should have done this years ago."

Rick chuckled.

"Maybe it depends a bit on the company?" he said, nodding at Don.




If At First You Don't Succeed...



"I suppose so," Pat sighed.

"And," Rick added, dryly, "the night is yet young."

She looked at him sharply.

"Of course," she said. "Selfish me. Gimme five, kay?"

Don could hardly believe it, but five was all she took. The wheel was spun. Red again.

Don sat on the couch, his groin on its edge. His cock was in a familiar place. This time she used her hands as well. She knelt on a cushion, which raised her rump to just the right height. Rick's cock slid in and out of her vagina, from behind. It was one of Pat's favorite positions. Perhaps because Rick could last for ever.........



Chapter 4:  Don.

Don sat in his car outside his apartment, not daring to enter. His body was still shaking. He felt giddy. Jane would be asleep. But what if she wasn't? She'd notice... something.

It seemed like a dream..... 

How many times had he come? He'd lost count. How many times did Pat come? Many times more. What a libido!

An hour of doggie – she'd taken three loads --- followed immediately by an hour on her back on the coffee table, one cock pumping her vagina, another embedded in her mouth, followed by....?

It all got jumbled up. 

Except for the grande finale. That, for sure, was indelibly imprinted on his hard drive.

It was Rick's turn. Don had just come – yet again. Rick had Pat sit on him, impaled, facing forwards so she could pump Don's cock back to life. 

"Real hard," Rick said, thrusting into Pat from beneath. "Make it real hard."

When it was, Rick pulled Pat back so she was lying on him, his cock still filling her swollen, red raw vagina.

"OK, Don. Feels real nice in here. Wanna join in?"

For a moment, Don had not understood. When he did he glanced at Pat.

'What really?'

But her head was back, her eyes closed.

"Will it fit?"

What a dumb question!

"Let's find out. Nice and slow, now."

Don placed his left hand on the backrest of the sofa to take his weight, leaned forward and used his right hand to guide his cock to Pat's vaginal opening – which, blocked by Rick's cock, was not exactly open.

"Jes' hold it in place and push."

"It'll hurt."

"Jes' do it!"

Hell, it was Rick's turn. Pat had agreed.

Don did as he was told. At first, firm resistance. 

An 'Oh!" from Pat.

"Harder. Shove harder."

Don sighed, but complied.

To his astonishment, Pat's vaginal opening suddenly gave way.

"Oh! Oh! Shit, Yes!" from Pat.

Half a cock head ---

"Harder!"

Then all of it...

"Right in, far as you can go."

"Oh! Ohshit!" from Pat. Her hands clutched her breasts.

Don pushed harder. Gradually, his cock slid deeper and deeper into Pat's vagina.

"Aaaarrgghhhh!......Ugh! AAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH!"

Not pain. Definitely not pain!

"More," came Pat's voice. "Fuck me, fuck me!"

Don began to slide his cock in and out of Pat's liquid vagina, which somehow found room to expand and contract. Her body writhed, her hands squeezed her breasts, flayed about.....

"Ugh! Agh! Yes! Yes! Aaaarrrrggghhhhh! OHSHIT!!"

Pat collapsed back onto Rick's chest, panting. Her rib cage stretched, her nipples stiff and proud.

"Let's swap. Gotta try that."

Gingerly, Don withdrew. Rick lifted Pat's rump off him so his cock fell onto his stomach. He patted the sofa. Don sat obediently.

Pat was now lying on him, impaled on his cock. Rick pumped himself hard, then bent forward. Gradually, his large cock slid against Don's into Pat's vagina.

"You ok?" This to Pat.

"Ugh!"

Slowly, Rick slid his penis in and out, against Don's and the stretched upper wall of Pat's vagina.

"Grab my tits," she moaned. "I don't have the strength...."

Don did. He squeezed.

"Harder!"

Pat came again, then again, less volubly as the energy was drained out of her. But she came one more time, when Rick said 

"Here she goes! Aaaahhh! Shit!"

Don felt Pat's body go rigid. Her vagina contracted around dual phalluses, squeezing them, as Rick's seed shot into her. Her body shook, his body shook. On and on...

Slowly they disengaged. Rick flopped back on the couch.

"Holy shit!" He was spent.

Pat opened an eye.

"Hey!" she said, eyeing Don's erection. "You didn't come. Felt like two!"

"It's ok," Don said. "I've come more times tonight...."

Which was as far as he got.

Pat was on her haunches, between his knees. She used both hands.

"Agh!...... Ugh!....."

It didn't take long. A massive exhalation of breath was accompanied by a fountain of semen that shot up into the air, a full meter.

"That's better," Pat said, before collapsing onto the carpet in a huddle....

It was not a dream. It had really happened.



Don expected that this night of wild, wild sex would still desire for a month. However, the opposite turned out to be the case, and when, to his delight Jane arrived home that Thursday, and indicated willing, he was so charged up still, he came three times inside her before his cock finally gave up the ghost. 

Fortunately, Jane came to the wrong conclusion.

"Maybe I should starve you more often," she said, coyly, along with the goodnight kiss.



When Rick had not contacted him by Tuesday noon, Don became concerned. He texted Rick:

'we on, 7pm?'

Back came.

'my turn ffm,  rick'

Don was shocked. Nothing had been said about a repeat. He'd just assumed.

FFM? They'd found another woman?

Depression. He'd already told Jane he was going to the gym after work.

"Maybe late home. Harry's birthday," he'd lied.

"Ok," Jane had replied, nonchalantly.

He did go to the gym, but his heart was not in it. He made excuses to the guys, showered early and headed home. He 'wasn't feeling so great', he'd tell Jane.

But when he got home, Jane was not there. She was not watching tv, she was not in the kitchen, the den, the bathroom, the bedroom....?

There was no note.

Don was one puzzled puppy.



Chapter 5:  Jane and Pat and Rick.

When Jane received the invitation she didn't know what to make of it. They'd been to Pat's for dinner – who could forget? But this was not 'they'. Just Jane. What? A hen party? She'd tried to ask Pat, but she was 'in a meeting'. Whenever Jane asked? Odd.

Ever since the dinner, Jane had wondered about her boss. The contrast between Pat in the office, efficiency personified, fair, but strict, and Pat 'at play' confused her. Which was the real Pat? It did not seem possible that it could be both. 

It should have, because Jane was herself 'two women' – one on Thursday evenings, another the rest of the time. But if you had put this to Jane, she would have denied it vigorously.

Jane was in many ways quite naïve. A strict home had left her sheltered from the 'dating scene'. She'd 'seen' boys at high-school and college, but not in 'that way'. Her parents would not have approved, as they would not have approved of her moving in with Don. Where's the ring, they'd say? Jane hoped one day there would be a ring. Maybe with Don. He was a nice guy. But she was 23 years old. It was her life. She was in no hurry.

Her parents would have disapproved of Don, but gone apoplectic if they'd known about 'The Movement'. Something so pure, so wonderful, so inspiring, uplifting – Jane's parents would not accept this could occur except in their church. The church was strict, restricting, 'The Movement', every bit as spiritual, but the exact opposite. She'd broken with the church, and her parents had broken with her because of it. Good riddance.

Thursday evenings had become the high point of her week, long before she met Don. She'd tried to tell him – well, in general terms -- but he could not get his head around it. Meditation? Spiritual uplifting? She'd given up. Aerobics? If that was as close as he could get, well, let it be. Jane had not known many men. Unbeknown to her, her mother accompanied her on all her dates – inside her head. 'The Movement' was Jane's secret. One evening a week, she left the real world, entered the world of the spirit, replenished her batteries. The rest of the time she was her mother's daughter.

And this person it was who, having decided she could not refuse an invitation from her boss, knocked on the door of Pat and Rick's house, that Tuesday evening, at 7.

Pat greeted her warmly.

"So glad you could come," she said. She wore a long, white gown that went all the way to the floor. Jane felt immediately uneasy. She wore the pink dress, tightly drawn at the top.

"I couldn't catch you, at the office, so I'm afraid I have no idea..."

"No problem, Jane. Come on in."

They entered the drawing room, the one with the two sofas. 

"Would you like a drink?" Pat asked.

"No thank you," Jane said. "I'm driving."

"Maybe some Evian?"

"Yes! That would be fine...er..."

She looked around.

"Is it only me?" she asked, innocently.

"Yes, that's right," Pat said.

They sat at opposite ends of the sofa. Jane sipped her Evian, Pat her favorite martini.

"I'm sure you're wondering," Pat said.

"Yes, Pat. I am."

"Well, first off, this is strictly private, Jane. Nothing to do with the office. I hope you can leave this behind you, as I do. One has to, you know."

"Yes! I suppose so," Jane said, her confusion increasing. 

"You remember our dinner party," Pat was saying.

"Er...Yes!"

"Well, about that. I have a confession to make. We – that's Rick and I – had an ulterior motive."

Pat gave Jane a look: one might say a 'significant' look.

"I don't understand," Jane said, understanding nothing.

"I'll be direct, I think that's best. Don't you?"

"I suppose so."

"Ok. Well, Rick and I are looking for a couple with whom we can... er ... do things."

"What things?"

"Jane! What things! Things men and women do."

"You mean ..... sex things?" Jane's face showed horror.

"Yes! That's right. Sex is fun, don't you think. It's a gift. Why not explore its horizons?"

"But....but....?"

"But what?"

Jane collected herself.

"Pat, this is improper. You're my boss. It's not right of you to.....even if I would think about such things."

"Jane, this is not the office. I'm not your boss now. I'm your friend – acquaintance, if that makes you less uncomfortable."

"You're my boss," Jane said, stone-faced.

Pat eyed Jane over her martini glass.

"Nothing that happens here will affect our professional relationship, Jane. I promise you that. You can walk out the door any time you like. There'll be no consequences at all..... in the office."

Jane was about to take Pat on her word, up and leave, when she caught something in her tone.

"You did mean 'no consequences'?" Jane said carefully.

"In the office."

"And ..er.. not in the office?"

"Well that's up to you, Jane. We invited you and Don thinking, well, maybe. You'll recall the conversation was rather risqué."

Jane did.

"That was deliberate, and on the basis of this we concluded, well, not."

"Indeed, not!" Jane said, emphatically.

"However, we were at that time not in possession of certain ..er.. facts."

"What facts?" Jane said, crossly.

"Jane, please. Don't play the innocent."

"I'm not playing the innocent. I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I'm talking about certain of your ..er.. 'activities'."

Jane's face suddenly matched the color of her dress.

"I have no idea what you're talking about?" she said, guardedly.

"Come, Jane. Think about it," Pat said, airily. "And don't think we were spying on you. Not at all. It was pure accident. As I told you, Rick and I are beginning to explore group sex. We visit certain .. ah.. websites."

Pat paused. It was plain from Jane's reaction that she did not know.

"Jane, perhaps you don't realize that your 'activities' are filmed and put out on the web. It's a paysite, so I presume someone is making a pile of money out if it."

Sudden horror. It could not be. Preposterous.

"You may be my boss, Pat," Jane said, standing, "but you have no right to delve into my private affairs. I'd like to leave now."

"Certainly. You are free to leave whenever you want. Are you sure you wouldn't like to take a look, first, at the DVD? We downloaded the file and cut a DVD. Wasn't cheap, but we thought you ought to know."

Jane paused.

"If not, perhaps Don should know?"

Jane sat down hurriedly.

.....Pat and Rick had almost come to blows over this scenario.

"Look, you can see she's enjoying herself," Pat had said. "Royally!" 

"It's blackmail nevertheless," Rick had responded, heatedly.

"Fuck that. Don was fantastic. He's a natural. Jane is so buttoned up – I'll bet that's how she is with him. Remember what you said? 'Wonder if she screws him!' "

"That's between the two of them," Rick had said emphatically. "It's not our business to intervene."

"We already did," Pat shouted. "Don't you understand? We opened the can, with Don. It won't close. He'll never be content with what prim little Jane is giving him. No more than you were, or I was when we were like that, uptight, closed off. We've blocked that for Don. If we do nothing, their relationship is doomed."

"Well that's up to him," Rick had muttered. "Ask me, 'that' was blocked off for him already. No guy can be that good first time. You can't open a can that's already open. That relationship was doomed anyway."

"Oh sure. Escape your responsibility. Just like a fucking male!"

"What fucking responsibility? I am not my brother's keeper."

"It's not only your brother, it's my sister. A woman who does that, pretends to herself it's something it isn't, then falls back into the mould of a prim schoolgirl the rest of the time, that's one sick chick. She needs our help to see this for what it is. Quite aside from the whole damn thing going out on the web. I'm sure she doesn't know. She's being used, Rick, can't you see that?"

Rick had fallen silent.

"Does nothing make your blood boil, you...you?"

Fortunately, Pat restrained herself from adding the 'goddamn wimp' that was on her tongue. 

They'd come to an uneasy truce. Pat was adamant. If necessary, the threat would be implied.

"But not carried out. Not! Ya got that? Not!"

"Ok."

It would be between Pat and Jane. The threat would be implied, if necessary. But if Jane did not bite, it would not be carried out......

Jane was thinking furiously. On the web? Could it be possible? 'The Movement' was strictly secret. Sister Solvang, The Taipan? So uplifting, divine. Was it credible that they were – gulp – running a scam?

"What website?" she said, at length, hoarsely.

"You don't want to know, Jane. You really don't."

"Were they – trying to attract ..er.. membership?"

"No! Not on that site, at least. Maybe on others."

"So you are telling me," Jane said, choosing her words carefully, 'that 'The Movement' is a scam?"

"Movement? I know nothing about a 'Movement'. That's not how it's packaged."

"So how is it packaged?"

Pat shook her head.

"You really don't want to know, Jane. Trust me." 

Silence.

"What do you want of me? Just to tell me this?" 

"Partly. We thought, also – well, I thought, to be honest – we could have a bit of fun tonight. Right here. Like – well-- but just the three of us. Look, I'm already dressed for the part."

Pat twirled around, revealing bare feet under the long gown.

Pause.

Jane fought to overcome her sense of revulsion.

"And if I say No!?" she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Pat remained silent.

Jane said,

"I want to see the video."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

"The one we ripped .... "

"Yes?"

"Well, there's a group session, then a private session. You had a leading role....'

Jane lost it then.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Play the fucking video," she screamed. "I want to see the fucking video!"

She shocked herself. Jane had never before used the word 'fuck'.



"Fucking brilliant," Rick said, sarcastically. He was naked save for a mask around the eyes. His penis was fully erect.

"I'll make it up to you," Pat said, ruefully, allowing the gown to slip from her shoulders.

"You sho' will!"

Pat had sat Jane down in the tv room, placed a large bottle of Evian water and a glass on a side table, hit 'play' on the remote, then withdrawn. 

The DVD player whirred. Rick had edited out the title. Ten young women, in two ranks of five, stood, heads down, arms at their sides. They were dressed in white gowns, all the way to the ground...... 

Jane forced herself to watch, right to the very end.

Up in the bedroom, Rick exacted his revenge with gusto. Hey, sometimes things don't work out the way you expect. You make the best of it, possibly even better! Rick was charged up like a randy bull on heat. Pat was not complaining.

They were so into it they did not hear the front door slam.

Chapter 6:  Jane.

When Jane ran out of Pat's house, slamming the door behind her, she had no idea what she was going to do. What was in her mind? 'Upset' does not come close. Anger, certainly. Confusion, even more so. Revulsion, too. 

She ran down the path, worked the remote and sat in her car, where the tears began to flow: grief, betrayal on the one hand, naivety, stupidity on the other. 

The video was unequivocal. It had been thoroughly edited. The hours of meditation, the monotone voice of Sister Solvang, intoning the ancient texts of the prophets, whose meaning all knew, even though the language was strange, the evocation of the spirits – of these things there was no sign. Professionally filmed, the entire 'Session' plus its aftermath was condensed into one hour of pure porn -- with lead 'actress' herself! They'd even conjured up a name for her – 'Scheherazade', from the 'Thousand and one Nights'. 

The first porn movie Jane had ever seen – and she had the starring role. How could you get your head around that? How could you be so insane not to realize it was happening? 

She threw the DVD she'd managed to coax out of the machine onto the passenger seat in disgust. 

Of course, they'd been very clever. The ritual: the gowns, the masks, the incense, the ethereal music, the chants – all with one purpose. To lure the participants into a trance, a state of mind where participation in acts of raw sex was not this, but something pure, removed from the real world, heavenly, the freeing of the spirit, the expression of 'divine fulfillment'.

She dried her tears and drove, anywhere. Of course, she was very far from coming to terms with it. Seeing is believing, but when one belief so sharply contradicts another, it takes a while to switch off past assumptions, to accept a betrayal of trust so monstrous, so brazen, so incongruous.

She could not go home. Don would not be there. She could sneak into bed, pretend nothing had happened. But the demons would follow her. She was not ready. She drove, wherever, perhaps subconsciously to Redondo Beach. It was dark, the moon was full. The sea was far away. 

On impulse she exited her vehicle, shed her shoes and walked on the beach towards the water. Her rational mind knew that a lone woman walking the beach at night was prey, for whomsoever. But this mattered not. She walked anyway, all the way to the water's edge. She waded into the shallows. The water was warm still, from the heat of the day. Maybe it could cleanse her – from the filth...?

In three swift movements she divested herself of dress, demi-bra and panties. Naked, she waded into the wavelets, which shimmered in the pale light of the moon. She lowered her head, dived in and swam out to sea, where the water was cold.



It was touch and go. A rip-tide, and Jane would have been history. As it was, her survival instinct prevailed. She emerged from the shallows, shivering in the chill night air, dried herself as best she could with her panties, rubbed her hair furiously with the demi-bra, discarded both and struggled into her dress. Her body was cleansed. Her mind was not.




If At First You Don't Succeed...



She could not go home. Not like this. Don would not be there. But his ghost would be everywhere. She and Don did not 'have sex', they made love. Because they loved each other. It was entirely different.

Indeed, in Jane's mind, what she did with Don was so different from 'The Movement' she had never even connected the two. Only now, that she knew. Expression of the spirit -- Ha! A diabolical con, designed to coax young women, who in their real worlds would never have dreamed of so behaving, to engage in sex acts, rituals --- that were filmed and sold on the web.

Jane felt so dirty, so very, very dirty. She was angry with herself. Anger towards the perpetrators of this monstrosity would come later.

One thought was uppermost in her mind. Don must never know. She had secured the DVD – a thoughtless act. Destroy the evidence? Rick and Pat had the file on their hard disk. 

What else could she do but....? 



Chapter 7:  Jane and Pat.

"Oh.. er .. It's you!" Rick had answered the persistent clang of the door bell dressed only in a towel, draped around his waist.

"We thought you were gone."

"I was. Now I'm back."

"Hey, your hair's all wet. Where have you been?" 

There was concern in his voice.

Jane did not reply. She walked as steadily as she could, past Rick and into the room. Rick closed the door and followed. Jane was standing in the center of the room. Her hands were behind her, undoing the zipper. The pink dress fell to the floor.

She stood, naked, eyes down, hands at her sides.

"What do you want me to do?" she said, calmly.

Rick could not prevent himself. He drank in the sight, as unexpected as it was overwhelming -- Jane's young, firm, supple body, perfectly proportioned, from the nape of her neck to the bare feet that sank on slender ankles into the pile of the carpet. Translucent: breasts whose dark nipples seemed, proudly, to thrust themselves at him: thighs of pure ivory – at their focus, a brief tuft of blonde hair. Rick stood transfixed, unaware that his towel had loosened and was prevented from falling to the floor only by his gathering erection.

"What the hell?"

Pat's voice, intruding on his reverie. She had thrown on a bathrobe. 

"Jane? What are you doing?"

"Whatever you want me to do," Jane said, looking up briefly, then down again.

"Your hair is wet? Where have you been?"

Jane did not reply. She just stood still.

In an instant, Pat understood. 

"Jane, sit down. Rick, get her a robe – and cover yourself, you damn fool!"

The towel had completed its descent to the carpet.

Pat placed a motherly arm around Jane's shoulders and guided her to a sofa.

"You need a stiff drink. And don't come with that 'I'm driving'. You're driving nowhere, not in this state."

Keeping an eye on Jane, Pat mixed three stiff vodka martinis. Rick appeared, himself robed, a second bathrobe over his arm.

"Put it on, Jane," she said.

"If that's what you want," Jane replied, in a monotone.

"It is," Pat said firmly. 

She thrust the martini into Jane's hand.

"Take it steady," Pat said. "Sip slowly. You'll soon feel better."

Rick and Pat had been exchanging glances. Rick's said 'What the hell?'; Pat's said 'Vamoose!'. Rick got the message. He grabbed his martini and vamoosed.

"Jane," Pat said, at length, "This is all our fault. Well, actually, it's my fault.

It was a very stupid idea. I'm so very sorry."

"Why? You wanted a.. a threesome. You saw the video, you know ..."

Her voice broke up. She placed the martini glass down heavily on a side table, covered her face with her hands and began to cry.

Pat resisted the temptation to go to her, to comfort her. She remained silent. It had been, truly, an idiotic idea. She'd said it herself. 'That's one sick chick.' How could she be so foolish not to act in accordance with what she knew? Well, now she had a second chance. 'Don't blow this one', she said to herself.

Gradually, Jane regained composure.

"If you want to talk about it, I'm here for you – to listen. If you don't, that's also fine," Pat said in a soft tone.

"That video," Jane blurted out. "It's so hideous. It wasn't like that. It really wasn't."

"Want to tell me about it?"

"What's the point, now I know it was all a con job," Jane said, darkly.

Pause.

"Some sort of cult?" Pat said, tentatively.

"You could say that, I suppose. When I think...!"

"Don't," Pat interposed. "Don't think about it. We all make mistakes."

"Oh sure!"

"Really. I almost got caught up in one myself. It was just after my first marriage broke up. I was hurt. I felt alone. I attended all kinds of classes – recover my self esteem, I suppose. One was..."

"Don't tell me," Jane broke in, 'Meditation?"

"That's about the size of it. 'Maharajah', he called himself. God, how ignorant I was. I had no idea – what a 'Maharajah' was. I thought it was some kind of 'spiritual leader'."

"Oh, tell me about it," Jane said, bitterly. "Ours called himself 'The Taipan' – I suppose that means something different, too. Then there was this 'Sister Solvang'... well, you saw them in the video."

"I'm sure that wasn't everything. I mean...."

"Oh No! They missed out all the spiritual nonsense, the meditation – what they did to get us all in that trance-like state, where... well, you know."

Jane's voice fell.

Pat was silent for a moment. Was this the right time? She decided to risk it. For some things, there never is a right time.

"You know, there's nothing to be ashamed of," she said, calmly.

"What d'you mean 'nothing to be ashamed of'," Jane responded, hotly.

"Me, the lead in a porn movie? All the world watching?"

She began again to cry.

Pat let her sob away for a while, then said,

"But you were tricked. You didn't know. It was supposed to be very private. You can't blame yourself for that. It could easily have happened to me."

"But you don't understand," Jane said in a voice laden with guilt. "I did those things. You've seen. Of course I'm ashamed."

"But not of 'those things', please. There's nothing to be ashamed of in that."

"What? You've seen the video. You know what I'm talking about. Imagine!"

"Really, Jane, in 'what you did', there's nothing at all to be ashamed about. I can understand you feel betrayed. That must truly be an awful feeling. But it's nothing for you to be ashamed about. They, those who did this to you, should feel shame, though I'll bet they don't."

"You still don't understand," Jane said, sullenly. She retrieved her martini and took a healthy swallow, which made her splutter.

"I think I do, Jane. I do understand. Even the hurt of betrayal. My first husband, you know, was screwing an eighteen year old. A full year it went on, behind my back. You'd think I'd learn by experience, but No! It happened again. At least this time she was 20. It wasn't until I met Rick that I understood – that it wasn't just them. It was also me."

Pat paused, and watched. Jane had been listening, but had not heard. She sipped her martini, eyes down.

"You know," Pat continued, "in some ways I envy you."

"What?"

"Really. I'm not joking. Listen, are you ok? I mean, can I speak frankly?"

"Yes! I don't know whether I'm ok, but please be frank. What do you mean by 'you envy me'?"

"Ok, here goes. Now you mustn't take offense. Promise."

"I can't see any harm in being honest."

"Promise!"

"Ok. I promise."

"Kay. Well, when I watched you in that video I was envious."

"Envious!?"

"Sure. I even said it to Rick – we're very open with each other. I told you we are trying to find our way into 'group sex' – finally, at 34, I'm ready. And there's you, what, 23? doing things I've not even fantasized about."

Jane looked across at Pat. Incomprehension!

"Don't look like that, Jane. I mean what I say."

"But you saw!" Jane said, in a tone of incredulity.

"Sure. I saw a young woman enjoying herself immensely."

"How dare you!" Jane was on her feet.

"Hey, calm. Cool it. You promised not to take offense. I'm being perfectly honest with you. Possibly you're not being honest with yourself."

"What do you mean by that?"

"If you don't recognize that you enjoyed the sex, you're not being honest with yourself. I watched you, very carefully. You were into it, big time."

Pause.

"I think I'd better go now," Jane said, carefully.

"Jane, sit down. You're not going anywhere."

Pat laid a hand on the sofa, the bit Jane had just vacated.

"Come, sit. Let's have another martini. This is your chance to make sense of all this."

Pat was at the wet bar. Jane was still standing. She did not know what to do. Her instinct said 'Outa here', but another voice in her head said, 'Maybe she's right'. In the end, the latter voice won. Possibly because 'it all' was becoming too much for her. Her body felt leaden. Her mind was empty.

"I surely understand that seeing yourself in that video was a very nasty shock. That was my mistake. Idiotic. I never intended that, you know. To understand why I made such a huge error, you have to understand what I saw in the video."

"Which was," Pat continued, over Jane's silence, "a young woman expressing her sexuality – throwing off the inhibitions that so many of us grow up with -- in a way that I still have not achieved."

"You still don't understand," Jane said, heatedly. "I was tricked. That was not me, that was some other woman in an induced trance."

Jane was wholly unprepared for Pat's response.

"Bullshit!" she said, laughing loudly. "That was you. And the 'induced trance'? Well sure, there was lots of 'stuff', I'm sure. But what you enjoyed was a multitude of orgasms. The most natural thing in all the world. God's gift to those women who overcome their inhibitions and accept it. I counted. You had at least 10!"

Jane stared. Pat was looking at her with an amused smile.

"Tell me something," she said. "Have you ever had an orgasm with Don?"

"That's private," Jane said, eventually. She was trying to get her head around what Pat was saying.

Jane's mother had once caught her masturbating. What? Fifteen, maybe? An end was put to that, once and for all. Ever since, Jane had been so guilt ridden, every time her hand strayed 'down there', her mother's shriek had reverberated in her head. 

"Answer the question, Jane," Pat was saying. "It's important."

"It's none of your business."

"You're right. It isn't. But ask yourself the question, answer it for yourself, and go from there. You'll soon get the point. There's a reason why --- what did you call them 'Sister Solvang', 'The Taipan'? --- why they got you, and the other women, to do what you did. I watched you all. Every one of you was having orgasms like there's no tomorrow. There's nothing like an orgasm to drive you onto the next – well, that's if you're fortunate enough to be multi-orgasmic, which you are and I am."

"D'you know," Pat continued, while Jane was trying to think of something to say, "I've been married twice. I had my first orgasm when I was 29, with Rick. Since then, I've been playing catch-up," she added as an afterthought, chuckling.

Jane's head was a hodge-podge of thoughts, memories. She knew neither what to say nor what to think. She felt a bit woozy. Well that would be the second martini, which had slid down without her noticing. Silently, she accepted a third, registering vaguely that Pat had said,

"You should stay here tonight. The guest room is always prepared," Pat added, lest there should be any misunderstanding.

"But .. Don?"

"No problem. I'll give him a call."

"But..."

"Leave it to me. I'll think of something."

"But... it's his night out. He said he'd be late."

"So I'll leave him a voice mail."

Jane was beyond caring. She rarely drank alcohol. Three of Pat's martinis were enough to lay her out. She allowed herself to be led to the bedroom, tucked in like a small child. She fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.

Chapter 8:  Don.

When the phone rang, Don was unsure whether to pick up. He suspected it would be Jane – maybe she was at a friend's place? --- but he himself was supposed to be 'out late'. In his indecision, the automated voice mail decided for him.

What? Don listened carefully to the message. 'Asked me to call..... not feeling too great, staying over? Don't worry. She's fine.' He had not caught a name. Was that Pat's voice?

She'd never stayed over with a friend before. Pensively, Don returned to the ballgame. The Dodgers were one down in the ninth, two outs, a runner on second....A sudden thought turned the ballpark into a blur.... 

'my turn ffm,  rick'

Jane!!?

The roar as the ball sailed into the crowd at left field, just fair, escaped his attention. He had to act.

On the way, Don's thoughts were jumbled almost to the point of madness. He was driving erratically to Pat and Rick's house, but had no idea what he was going to do when he arrived. Jane? Impossible! But how else could one reconcile Rick's text message with Pat's voice mail? If it was Pat.

And if Jane was the second 'F' in FFM, then what could he say? He'd been there himself, the second 'M' in FMM. But if it was Jane, then why a voice mail from Pat? Surely she would realize that he would recognize her voice? Jane could have called. Invented an excuse. 

Don convinced himself finally that the voice had not been Pat's after all. He began to feel foolish, but drove on anyway.

And there it was. Jane's car. Parked right outside Pat's house. OhmiGod! He had not been wrong. The voice was Pat's. And the second 'F' in Rick's FFM had been ..... Jane!?

Don sat in his car in a quandary. What should he do? The house was in darkness. Hammer on the door and create a scene? Hardly! Jane did not know about his FMM. But was he supposed to know about her FFM? If so, why? If not, why Rick's text message followed by Pat's voice on the line, even if she hadn't identified herself ...........?

Don could not know of the exchange that had occurred in Rick and Pat's bedroom. Jane was sound asleep. Pat had checked on her twice.

"Out like a light," she said, as she slid the robe off her and slipped between the sheets beside Rick.

He was watching the ballgame, only half registering Pat's rendition of her conversation with Jane. Then, suddenly,

"You did what!?"

Rick had watched the ball sail into the crowd at left field before the implications of Pat's call to Don registered.

"He needs to know she's ok."

"But...!"

About to refer to Pat in unflattering terms, Rick stopped himself. He had not told her about the text message. Now he did. They looked at each other and said, simultaneously,

"OhShit!"

Then, 

"Ohwell."

There was nothing to be done about it. The toothpaste was out of the tube.

Rick's hand strayed to Pat's groin. She moved it firmly away.

"I saw you looking at her," Pat said. "Dick up like a pole. Dirty old man!"

"Hey! Old?" Rick replied, playfully. "You owe me, still. Remember?"

Pat was not in the mood, but they had this arrangement. When one was in the mood, the other obliged. Usually this resulted in 'the other' getting in the mood quite fast.

Sighing, Pat leaned her head on Rick's stomach, grasped the shaft of his cock and guided its tip towards her mouth......

Outside, Don sat in his car wondering what to do. He'd not come all this way to do nothing. But what? 

A brainwave! He'd swap cars. Jane had a key for his, he had one for Jane's. When Jane emerged in the morning, she'd find his car there in place of hers. She'd know he knew. 

What would happen then? 

Maybe Don thought this would encourage the butterfly to emerge from its chrysalis. Maybe he didn't think anything much, just needed to do something, anything. 

As he drove away in Jane's car, Don noticed a DVD lying on the passenger seat. Arriving home, he examined it. No label. On impulse he tucked it into his shirt pocket. If Jane had really done an FFM with Rick and Pat, there were things about her he did not know. It was so utterly out of character.

In the apartment, he mixed himself a stiff drink. His mind still a jumble and having nothing better to do, he absently slotted the DVD into the player and hit 'play'. Maybe this would fill the void, between the 'Jane' he knew and the third 'F' in Rick's FFM.

Five seconds later the jumble in his head had cleared away to one side. He rubbed his eyes, not believing. Then his focus was total. 



Chapter 9:  The Session.

The chamber was dark. Mist rose from the floor. Smoke spiraled from lanterns hanging from the low ceiling. The mist began to clear, revealing ten girls in two ranks of five, displaced, so all were in the field of view. They wore white gowns which reached to the floor, and stood perfectly still, hands at their sides, eyes closed. A sultry voice chanted incantations, barely audible, an aural backdrop.

A woman appeared. She wore black strap-on shoes, a gold band around her neck, silver bracelets on each wrist, and nothing else. Her slender body glistened, sinews rippling as she walked deliberately towards the rear rank of girls and turned, pausing behind the first in line. The girl's gown slid to the floor. Beneath it she was naked.

The woman walked steadily long the line to the end. Five youthful bodies emerged, each as lithe and luscious as its predecessor. Then ten, as the woman traversed the front rank. The woman disappeared from the field of view. 

Ten naked girls, still, silent, hands loose at their sides, eyes closed. What a sight!

The camera honed in on each, panning up and down, dwelling on stiff-nippled breasts, lingering on silken thighs and clefts, some with tufts of hair, blonde or dark, some naked, creviced.

In the background, the chant continued, a sonorous sound – a tinge of the medieval. 

A gong rang out, deep, reverberating through the chamber.

As one, the girls sank to the floor, cross legged. They leaned back on slender arms. Ten pairs of thighs parted. The camera panned in, holding steady on each bared cunt, then moving to the next. Ten cunts, each as succulent as its predecessor.

Then the woman again, crouching. She was already on the fifth girl of line one. The first four sat in the lotus position, each impaled on something. The camera panned in. A dildo with an extended foot, which pressed against the clitoris – along with the chant, the first faint moan. 

All the girls sat on dildos. The woman was fitting masks over their eyes.

She was gone. The camera held the scene. Ten girls, masked, impaled on dildos, still, silent. 

The gong sounded again. The chant increased in volume, stentorious. 

A male figure entered from the side. He was muscular, masked, otherwise naked, and his penis was thick, long and stiff as a flagpole. The camera panned in on this magnificent exhibit of manhood.

And followed it, as its tip grazed the lips of the first girl in line. Her mouth opened wide. Ripe lips closed over the head of the penis, which began slowly to slide back and forth. The camera remained focused for a while, registering the puckering of the girls cheeks as she sucked on the out-stroke, and the grinding of her groin against the dildo as her body reacted to the movement of her head.

The picture became blurred. When it refocused, from a distance, the man stood in front of the fourth girl in line. His butt puckered as he thrust, slowly but firmly, his knees slightly bent.

Then he was on row two. All the girls on row one wriggled on their dildos. Their hands were loose at their sides, but their arousal was palpable. Low moans were audible above the sonorous background intonations.

The man was now back on row one, then again on row two. The girls sucked harder, fellated deeper. The image faded out and in. Row one again. Pants, grunts and groans joined moans in competition with the Gregorian chant. 




If At First You Don't Succeed...



The man turned sideways to the camera, which zoomed in on his cock, free, throbbing and glistening. Then he turned and disappeared. 

The camera panned out and lingered. All ten girls were in subtle, or not so subtle motion, some grinding to and fro on their dildos, some raising and lowering their groins. 

The chant had ceased. Just cries, some muted, some not. Breasts were flushed, areola's stood out, stomachs sucked in.... Nothing feigned about that scene.

The picture became fuzzy for a few seconds. When it sharpened up, the girls were on their feet, still masked, hands to their sides. The chant had begun again. 

The woman reappeared. Traversing the line, she stood by the side of the last girl in line, who raised a single leg, ballerina style, and leaned her body over, using a hand for balance. Immediately, the camera focused on her gleaming cunt, whose vaginal lips were full and opened out.

That cock appeared, nuzzled its way into the vagina, and slid home. Slowly, it began to thrust.

Now, wide angle, the man was on girl three. Her body was angled towards the horizontal. She stood balanced on one foot while the woman held her firmly by the ankle and upper thigh of the leg that pointed vertically upwards so her cunt was fully exposed to the cock that plunged in and out of her.

Girls one and two stood as before, except their hands were no longer at their sides. One grasped a breast, the other rubbed a clit. 

The chant had ceased. The air was filled with 'Ugh!'s, 'Ooh!'s' along with the slurping sound of cock entering cunt. 

Three times the guy went round, pounding more and more vigorously, as the girls pushed back harder and harder, striving for orgasm. 

Once more, that proud member, glistening now from the juice of ten cunts, thrice served, was shown off in close up.

Then ten girls, standing awkwardly, their hands hard at work on tits, nipples, pussies, clits........

Now the girls were lying on their backs, their legs splayed out, pussy lips parted. Fingers stroked, caressed, penetrated.....

The camera zoomed in as the cock appeared, poised above a cunt that opened out, waiting, willing. In it went, to the hilt. A gasp, then out and in, serious fucking.

The guy was on girl five, balanced on his hands. His butt rose and fell with mechanical precision. Hers recoiled as the down-thrust drove her into the mat.

Nine pairs of hands in motion. What variety: the sounds a woman makes when she comes. 

Three times that massive cock drove each girl's body into the mat, expelling the breath from her body...

Then the display. Proud, still hugely erect, dripping cunt juice and female ejaculate. 

When focus returned, the girls were kneeling, masked, hands at their sides. They seemed calm again, but their upper bodies told its tale. The flush of orgasm graced each one. Nothing feigned about that.

A gong sounded. The woman appeared and stood before the two ranks of kneeling girls, her legs apart.

"He has chosen," her voice rang out. "It is Scheherazade!"

The central girl in rank two stood, shakily. She stepped forward. The woman took her by the hand. They disappeared. The remaining nine were still for a while, then removed their masks, formed a line and filed out through a door at the back of the chamber. 

The scene faded out. Another faded in. An ante-chamber, whose walls were lined with tapestries. At intervals around the room, alcoves, set back, eight in all, a hexagon. Within each alcove sat a masked figure. A candle set to one side highlighted an erect penis. The camera panned around. Eight erect penises, then swung to a doorway through which Scheherazade was conducted.

The centerpiece of the room was a raised dais, of height between a table and a coffee table. It was covered in soft damask. At one end a pillow. The woman led Scheherazade to the dais, helped her lie on it, arranged her head on the pillow, and spread her legs, adjusting her position so that her groin just overlapped the end of the dais. The woman whispered something in Scheherazade's ear, then her voice rang out,

"Gentlemen! Tonight's special guest, Scheherazade. Treasure and pleasure her as you always do."

The woman disappeared.

The camera focused on the girl's prone body, lingering on her breasts, ripe, not large, not small, but firm and luscious, then down past her wasp waist to her feet, whose toes gripped firmly the edge of the dais, to her thighs, stretched wide, and honing in on full pussy lips opened out like a lotus blossom in full bloom. Within, a sea of soft, moist pink.

The head of a penis appeared, explored the inner walls of those pussy lips, then began to penetrate.....

The camera re-focused, wide angle. The man whose penis had penetrated her was now thrusting hard, panting at the effort. Scheherazade's body jolted on each thrust. Her ribcage sucked in air. She gave out little cries, 'Ooh! Agh! Yes!...'

The man threw back his head. Scheherazade arched her back. They came together. Nothing feigned about that!

When the film resumed, a second man was pounding into the white body on the dais. He was taller. He had to bend his knees slightly. The camera panned to focus on his penis, long and thin, driving in and out of a cunt from which semen had seeped and made a trail down to the floor.

At that very moment, he came, his cock pulsating as his seed was released, in massive spurts. 

The camera remained in close-up. Semen welled up into the mouth of the girl's cunt, began to seep out and drip, until penis number three appeared......

Number six was at work. A short, beefy man with a short fat penis. The woman now appeared. She bent over Scheherazade, whispering to her, kissing her, stroking her breasts, as her hands and feet gripped the sides of the dais more firmly, her ribcage contracted and expanded as she gasped for air. 

The woman remained there through seven and eight. But left for number nine.

The muscular man with the massive penis displayed this once more for the camera. He stroked Scheherazade's body, now covered in sweat. He knelt and kissed her clit hood, even as, beneath, the semen stream had become a flood.

He entered her slowly and deliberately, stroking her clitoris with his thumb as his penis slid in and out.

The camera panned to a clock, which read 11pm. Then back to the pair, seemingly now alone in the chamber. The slow fuck continued.

The clock read 11.30. 

Then it read 12.00. 

Still that giant penis slid in and out of Scheherazade's vagina, which now glowed bright red. The semen stains were gone, dispelled. And Scheherazade had recovered. The fuck was so gently, so sensuous, the stroking of her clit so delicate.....

Besides, she was being fucked by Him, by 'The Taipan'.

Gradually, the stroke quickened. The clock read 12.30. It was time.

"Come, come, come with me," she heard, through a fog. 

'Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,' her groin said, as with her last resources of energy, she pushed back urgently.

"Aaaarrrrgggghhhhhhhhhh!"

One cry, then He remained still as the massive pool of semen stored in His loins was finally released into that pulsating vagina, which just kept on contracting and expanding, and was still humming when He withdrew.....

Chapter 10:  Jane and Rick.

When Jane awoke, she didn't know where she was. Slowly, memory returned. She wished it hadn't.

A glance at the clock. 11am? OhmiGod!

Hurriedly wrapping the bathrobe around her, she staggered unevenly down the stairs.

"Hi," said Rick.

"Er...Hi," Jane said. "Er.. I suppose Pat's left?"

"Yep! She left me to baby sit." His smile robbed the words of any offence.

"You don't have to go to work?"

"Nope! Neither do you. Pat's given you the day off."

"I can't do that. There's loads of work...."

"Hey! The work will get done. Pat's problem. Way we look at it, last night was a night in hell for you. Our fault. We can't dial back the clock, so we do what we can do."

"Well", he continued, "when you've thought it through perhaps you wouldn't want to dial back the clock, however awful it must have been."

"I'd rather not think about last night," Jane said. "If you don't mind."

She had a mild headache. Three martinis would do that.

"Sure. How about some breakfast?"

Jane was about to say she'd better be on her way. But where to? A lonely apartment? 

"Thanks," she said. "I'd love some."

"Great. How do you like your eggs?"

"Oh, any which way."

"Any which way it shall be. Why don't you take a shower while I get cooking?"

Jane did. 

Over eggs, bacon, sausage and biscuits, they made small talk. Rick was a contractor.

"I only do big stuff. Real big. And I don't have to actually do any real work these days, just make sure the guys aren't messing up."

"Fact is," he continued, "I don't need to do anything if I don't want to."

"Nice situation," Jane replied.

"Yep! And No! Sometimes I miss the old days. But not often," he added, with a winning smile.

Jane found herself warming to him.

"Well, I guess I'd better be off," she said, emptying her coffee cup.

"If you're sure," Rick said.

"Sure about what?"

"That you're all right."

"Oh Yes! I'll be fine."

"No throwing yourself into a swimming pool someplace?"

"Oh, that! No! I was a bit disoriented."

"You had a right to be."

"But I'm fine now. It'll sort itself out."

Jane had only begun to think of the ramifications, specifically that she needed urgently to call Melanie, Susan, Stephanie, Angela...who-all? It was Wednesday. Thursday night was not far off. They had to be warned.

Jane rose to leave, then realized she was covered only by a bathrobe.

"Yes," Rick said. "And I think you may want more than that pink dress!"

"Oh dear," Jane said.

"Pat's left some stuff out for you. Sift through it and see what you can find. If I were you, I'd put that dress straight in the wash. It reeks of sea water."

"Ah! Yes. It would."

Jane left the house dressed in a blouse and skirt, panties underneath but no bra. Pat's were too small for her. But no matter. She was only driving home. Anyway, her breasts were firm. She did not really need a bra.

Then she saw Don's car. What!? It took a while to hit. He'd known where she was? 

Jane thought furiously.

Well of course he had. Pat had called him. He'd come round to fetch her. But...? OhmiGod!

"Sorry, Rick," she said, when he answered the door.

"Problem?"

"Well... Maybe. You see, that's not my car parked outside. It's Don's."

"Don's!?"

"Yes. Strange, isn't it?"

Now Rick was thinking, furiously.

"Thing is," Jane continued, "I wanted to ask to use your phone. Mine's in my car. But then I realized I don't know Don's number. I don't know any numbers. They're programmed into my phone, you see. And who remembers numbers when all you have to do is hit a button?"

"Yep! A problem," Rick said, cautiously. Don's number was also programmed into his cell, but Jane did not know this.

Suddenly, horror! 

"Ohshit!" She clapped a hand to her mouth.

"What?"

"The video. That damn video. I took it. I was so angry. I left it in my car!"

'Oh Jesus!' Rick breathed, to himself. He thought even more furiously.

"Listen, Jane," he said, eventually, putting a fatherly arm around her shoulder, "Don't worry about this. Don will be at work, right? D'you have a key to his car?"

"Yes!"

"Ok. You drive home, get yourself sorted. I can imagine you'll be wanting to make a few other calls, 'sides Don. I'll deal with Don."

"But how can you?"

"Know what? I haven't the faintest idea. But I'll figure something. Leave it to me."

Rick watched behind the drapes as Jane entered Don's car and drove away. Then he got out his cell and texted:

'don, we gotta talk'

Half an hour later, receiving no reply, he texted:

'don, u hearin me? gotta talk urgent'

Half an hour later, he called the number. To his surprise, Don picked up.

"Fuck off," he said. "And don't contact me again. Got that!"

End of call.

Rick did call again, but Don did not pick up.

OhShit!

Chapter 11:  Jane and Don.

When Don arrived home, in Jane's car, he was a bit surprised to find his own car in its usual space. All kinds of scenarios had gone through his mind. She'd stay with Pat and Rick for a while. Or get home, pack her bags and leave. He'd thought of doing it himself, except it was his apartment. He'd have to pay the lease anyway. 

Curiously, he had not anticipated this scenario. That he would arrive home, and Jane would be there, as though nothing had happened.

Jane had done some thinking too. Don had left the DVD in a prominent place. He'd seen it, was the message. She half expected him not to appear that evening. She'd toyed with the idea of leaving herself. But that would be cowardice. Jane was no coward. She had not even run away from her parents. They had run away from her.

Jane had thought about what Pat had said the previous evening and it had suddenly made sense to her. It was not that she had been drugged. An atmosphere had been created. She had responded to it. It was not another woman who had responded. It was a side of herself she had all these years suppressed.

She thought too of Don, and realized how he had been trying for months to spice up their sex life. She had repulsed him because nice girls don't do that. Her goddamn mother! And Don had been too much the gentleman to press.

Not expecting Don to appear, Jane was nevertheless ready.

When Don let himself into the apartment and strode into the living room ready to let fly, his eyes latched immediately onto a figure at the far end of the room. Her name was Jane, she was his partner, and she was stark naked.

He tried, but the so carefully rehearsed phrases froze on his tongue. She moved slowly towards him.

"I..I...I... You...you...you..."

She placed a finger over her lips, came closer, ever so close, pressed her body against his, and reached down to stroke the swelling in his pants.

One minute later, Don was lying back on the couch, himself naked, his member teased by Jane's tongue, her soft lips. Effortlessly, she slid her mouth over his cock and began to suck.

She took him, in slow but steady stages, all the way, sucking the juice out of him, then allowing it to spill down his shaft in streams. She kept going until he was drained, and even then she pushed down so the full length of his softening cock was in her mouth. She did not stop until he was small.

Then, with a wicked smile, she sat beside him, spread first her legs, then her pussy lips. Which red-blooded male could resist?

So began an evening of sucking and fucking, fondling, stroking, then sucking and fucking again, him on top, her on top, sideways, doggie, Yes!, even ballerina. She'd placed a foot on the top of the door, and hung on as he lost control of his thrusts.

Eventually, they came up for air.

"I believe," Don sighed, "that you have some explaining to do."

"Oooh! Spoil sport. You mean this kind of explaining?"

Don groaned as her lips closed yet again around his aching dick.......

Chapter 12:  Jane and Don and Pat and Rick.

It had all come out. Neither had pulled any punches. They told it like it was. because that's the way it should be between soul mates.

"Pat and Rick don't come out of this looking too good," Don had said.

"Depends how you see it."

"Oh! So how do you see it?"

"Well on the one hand, I agree with you. They encouraged you to go behind my back, and they tried to blackmail me into doing the same. On the other hand, if it hadn't been for them, I may still be doing Thursday nights with 'The Movement', and you may still be trying to prize your butterfly out of its cocoon."

"Hmmm!" Don said, doubtfully.

"I know," Jane said, suddenly. "How would it be if we arranged a little dinner party? Token of appreciation?"



"Hi, c'mon in."

Jane answered the door. She was naked.

Rick's eyes near popped out of his head.

"Why mess around?" Jane said innocently. "Actually, we've already started. Aperitif perhaps? Dinner will be a while. Damn caterers!"

"Why not make yourselves comfortable?" she said over her shoulder as she led the way into the living room, where Don waited, also naked, his cock stiff and throbbing.

Rick looked at Pat and Pat looked at Rick. They shrugged, then stripped in the hallway. Pat was justly proud of her body. It was, she liked to think, worthy of a 23 year old. 

Well, maybe not all 23 year olds!

"Martini, perhaps?"

Don's cock bobbed as he crossed to the bar.

He held up a bottle of ice cold vodka, one of vermouth and a glass of olives.

Two heads nodded in unison. Pat could not keep her eyes off Don's cock. Rick's eyes fed greedily on Jane's succulent body. But his cock refused to obey the signal from his optic nerve.

"You like it dry, if I recall."

While Don fixed the drinks, Jane fetched the playing cards.

"House rules," she said. "I know you use a roulette wheel. We prefer the cards. High card wins, one hour. Ok with you guys?"

Two heads nodded in unison. Hands grasped absently at the martinis. Don used large tumblers.

"Might as well," he said. "There's an ice bucket over there, in case you need a cube or two. Anyway, the rate you two chuck it down....?"

"Who draws first?" Jane said, kneeling by the side table, on which she'd placed the cards. "I think, guests first. What d'you say, Don?"

"Absolutely. Guests first."

Pat drew a Queen, Rick a trey, Don a deuce, but Jane won with a King.

"Ha!" she said, clapping her hands. She crossed to the sofa, which had a stowaway compartment, and reached out a comforter. This she laid on the coffee table.

"OK. Rick, you on the table, on your back, legs dangling. Pat, give him head. Make it last the full hour. Tease the hell out of him."

Pay eyed her in wonderment. This was Jane?

"Go on, get going. Clock starts when he's in your head."

"What are you two going to do?" Pat said, as Rick eased his way into position. Five minutes ogling Jane's body had still generated no noticeable reaction in his dick. It was too sudden. The signals went down there, but not much was happening.

"We'll watch," Jane said. "And play with each other a bit. We like to start out slow."

Jane sat on the sofa next to Don, reached out a hand and began to fondle his cock. Beside her was a 'martini', one tenth vodka, one tenth vermouth and four fifths water! 

Don's hand reached between her thighs, which opened.

"Going to be a great evening," he said, settling back.

Pat bent forward. An hour was a long time. She'd have to take it easy. But, Rick liked being teased, she liked teasing him. So they had an audience? What the hell. That was the point, was it not?

"He's taking a while," Jane said, sipping her drink. She dug her nails into the underside of Don's cock, at the base, and dragged upwards.

"Oh, that's nice," Don sighed. "Keep doing it."

"Oooh! Do that some more," Jane said, as Don fingered the sensitive skin just beneath her clit.

Rick was 'taking a while'. He was decidedly not in the mood. He'd not wanted to accept the invitation.

"Why not?" Pat had said. "It's what we wanted, isn't it? A genuine foursome? Worked out fine with Don, you and me."

"It's a premonition," Rick has said. "I don't think a foursome will work, not with those two."

"Whyever not?"

Rick gave no reason. That's the nature of premonitions. But he had a reason, even if this was subconscious. History. Rick was truly ashamed of what he and Pat had done to Jane. The stench of seawater from the pink dress was still in his nostrils. Jane had not said how that had come about, but one did not have to be Einstein to guess – what might have been. Unbeknown to her, similar feelings resided deep in Pat's subconscious.

Guilt. The ultimate anti-aphrodisiac. 




If At First, You Suck Seed...



I'm not quite sure where this all began, although I suppose I can hazard a guess. I watched (and still do watch) a fair amount of porn, and at some indeterminate point, I began noticing the guys' cocks. At first, I noticed the differences between cut and uncut ones, and then began to compare them for their length and girth. I began watching videos strictly with girls sucking dick, and began masturbating while staring at the cocks disappearing between wet pairs of lips, rather than the girls the lips were attached to, and I came to realize that it was the cocks that were turning me on.

This was a surprising development for me; I'd never fantasized about guys, and always had my fair share of women.. More and more, I consciously became aware of this new kink of mine, or whatever it was, and came to wonder what it would feel like to have a penis in my mouth. That thought, in turn, triggered several explosive orgasms, rising in my head out of nowhere sometimes as I masturbated. I imagined closing my lips around a big, juicy tool, moaning it as it went in and out of my mouth. I imagined giving head to a complete stranger, making him cum inside my mouth. I came especially hard when I thought about that, and so here I was asking myself another question: If I was getting off thinking about it, didn't that mean that I wanted to try it?

I downloaded a few bisexual videos from the net. One in particular really got me off. It was a daisy chain, with a woman between two guys. One of the guys was eating her out, and she was blowing the other, who in turn was deep-throating the massive cock of the guy licking the girl's pussy. It prompted me to make a trip to a local adult video store, where I purchased a gay DVD. I stroked my cock again and again, watching the muscular studs on the video take the measure of their friends' generous peckers in their mouths and asses. Several of their enormous endowments drove me nearly-insane with lust. By this point, all doubt had disappeared. I really did want to see what it felt like to suck a big, hard cock like theirs. But I wanted some practice first.

I took another tentative step, making a second trip to the adult store and purchasing the most realistic-looking dildo I could find. It was about seven inches long, nicely detailed, and its package called it the most realistic-feeling synthetic skin on the market. I was sold. When I got home and got it out of its wrapping, I held it in my hands and stared at it. It was heavy, and a little bit longer than mine, with a nice plump mushroom for a head. I put it down on the coffee table and dropped to my knees. That night, (and many since) I licked and sucked it, taking most of it down my throat. Again and again I swallowed it, and masturbated to one of the most incredible orgasms of my life. 

As the weeks went by, I continued to give "practice blowjobs" to my latex friend, and thought that I was getting pretty good at it. I would watch porn, and time my strokes in rhythm with the girls or guys sucking on my screen. I'd begun to learn to relax my gag reflex, and could now take its entire length inside me, although sometimes I did still choke. A couple times, I scooped my freshly-shot sperm into my mouth and resumed blowing it, envisioning a guy cumming in my mouth. There could be no doubt now. I wanted to try the real thing. But where to begin?

Eventually, I saw an ad in a local independent newspaper for a free gay and bisexual chat line. The idea turned me on, so I signed up. The first dozen or so calls went nowhere. Although I did chat with a few guys, for one reason or another, nothing panned out. Finally, after a couple of months, I spoke with a guy who sounded attractive. He lived about twenty minutes away, said that he had a tight swimmer's build, a seven-and-a-half-inch cut endowment, and was willing to let a newbie have a taste of it. I got directions and eagerly agreed to meet him at his place. I couldn't believe how far I'd let myself take this, but I wasted little time in leaving, stopping only to brush my hair.

On the ride over, I was overcome by nerves. I chain-smoked cigarettes, and hit a joint I'd stashed in the ash tray in an attempt to calm down. I was questioning myself and my motives, thinking maybe that this fantasy was better left as a fantasy. I wondered if I'd freeze at the critical moment, with his staff pointed at my mouth. I found myself having to pee, for good measure! With more doubts than miles to cover, I arrived in his neighborhood and parked across the street from his building. 

After popping a few breath mints and taking several deep breaths, I entered, was buzzed in, and called for the elevator. Two more guys arrived before the lift, and I wondered if the one who wasn't a pizza delivery guy was my "date." He was the right hair and eye color and height, anyway, and I began imagining him following me off the elevator and to his door, then turning me around, and stuffing his pecker all the way down my throat, right there in the hallway. I grew a very firm erection, noticeable to anyone in the zip code. The pizza guy got off on the second floor, leaving me with the other guy. My hard-on grew larger and more noticeable, and he actually leered at it out of the corner of his eye with a slight smile as he exited on the third floor. My appointment was on the fifth.

I knocked on his door and was pleasantly surprised to see a fairly-hot guy, about 6'1, with short blonde hair and blue eyes. He invited me in, and instantly I got incredibly nervous again. I asked to use the bathroom, and basically marched double-time to it when he pointed off to his left. I relieved myself, then washed my hands and splashed a little water on my face. I felt better. It was time to do what I came here to do, or at least to find out if I could.

I took a seat on his couch, and he rose, unbuttoning his khakis. He pulled them slowly down to his knees, and I stared directly into his crotch, turned on by his aggressive approach. I could make out the outline of what looked to be a fairly-impressive piece of meat, and it was getting hard. 

He ran his fingers through my hair, and asked, "do you want to....?"

It was the question I'd been asking myself, and here I was at the point of no return. After only a moment's hesitation, something let go in my mind and I leaned forward, mouth open, toward the bulge in his Calvin Kleins. My mouth closed around the outline of his stiffening member, and my teeth just grazed it as I traced its outline. After two trips up and down, my new friend was moaning, and I was eager to see exactly what his cock looked like. And tasted like, for that matter. I pulled his boxer-briefs down by the waistband, still staring at his bulge. It felt like forever waiting for it to emerge. At first, I saw just a hint of the base. Then, as it appeared, inch by exquisite inch, I could feel my own erection straining against my jeans. Finally, the undies cleared his cockhead, and his fully-erect dick met my adoring eyes. It was at least as large as he described it, and maybe a bit more. It looked like it was almost an inch longer than my favorite sex toy, making it nearly eight inches in length. His head was big and purple and swollen, and as my lips moved toward it, my tongue emerged from between them and tentatively licked it. It felt similar to, although of course warmer and a bit smoother than, the skin of my practice penis. I licked it a few more times, finally going from tip to base and back again, and then in swirling strokes around his ripe cockhead. My saliva was starting to spread, and his pulsing prick was soon coated with a thin layer of it.

I was immensely turned on by this point, and had waited long enough. Nothing was going to stop me from taking him in my mouth; I was going to get to taste a real, live cock for the first time! I opened my mouth, licked my lips, and craned my neck forward. I began to insert him into my mouth very slowly, pausing when I got his entire head in there. I closed my lips around it, and felt that it was nicely hard, but also a good deal spongier than I had expected. I really liked the texture, to tell the truth, and I was anxious to feel the rest of this magnificent warrior invading my throat. How lucky I'd been to locate this lovely cock for my first taste!

I began moving downward, still very slowly, until about five inches was crammed in my mouth. It was at this point that I came down briefly from my sexual buzz and asked myself, "doesn't it feel weird to have a cock in your mouth?" It did. Here I was, having sought out, and then driven halfway across town, in the pursuit of sucking a total stranger's dick, which was currently stuffed deep in my mouth. It was warm, a bit sweaty, and filled my mouth enough to make breathing difficult. But it also felt nasty and sexy and hot, and as I moved back up toward the tip, I realized that, weird or not, I was incredibly turned on. The last thing that my lucid voice asked me was, "I suppose you're going to let him cum in your mouth, too?"

Without answering that final lingering doubt, I released myself to making my first blowjob a memorable one. I bobbed up and down on his tasty shaft again and again in a quick and steady rhythm, and he began moaning and telling me how good it felt. His hand returned to the back of my head, and he began guiding my strokes as he began thrusting his hips in and out. This was something I'd never really even visualized, being face-fucked like this, but I loved it! He crammed it down my throat as far as it would go, gagging me a bit but not relenting. He pounded my face for a good five minutes as I diddled with my cock through my jeans. I felt so nasty, that he was just using me as a hole in which to get off, and it was driving me mad with lust.

Eventually he pulled out, and laid down on the couch. I took the hint, and fell to my knees in front of him. Almost immediately, I took him in my mouth again. This time, I was taking his entire length again and again, gaining more momentum than I would have thought possible. I caressed his balls with my hand as I repeatedly filled my mouth with his penis. It began to taste different, and I figured that I must be getting a taste of his pre-cum. It tasted nasty and hot, and it turned me on to know that I was getting him close to orgasm. He began moaning with increasing intensity, encouraging me, and then he began to talk dirty: "that's it, you little slut....oh, yeah,suck my cock... yeah....suck that nice big dick... suck all that cum out." 

When he said that, my eyes undoubtedly lit up and he couldn't help but notice. He asked, "oh, you really want that cum, don't you, my little slut?"

I managed to moan an affirmative, ignoring my rudeness at talking with my mouth full. He guided my hand to his cock and showed me how to stroke the few inches near the base while I swallowed the rest of his yummy pecker. Doing it this way, I was able to really give him some fast and furious head, and the drool almost pouring from my lips lubricated the way for both my hand and mouth. I gained momentum, moaning along with my happy host, and I could sense that the moment was approaching. His moans were getting louder and closer together, and his balls were pulling up. He was gonna cum, and if I didn't get my mouth off him real quick, he was gonna shoot it in my mouth. I now remembered that last question that I'd asked myself before, and considered what I wanted. My decision was easy. I was extremely turned on and thought about how much more I enjoyed it when girls let me cum in their mouths. And at this point, I actually wanted to taste it.

After only a few more moments, with his balls pulling up taught against his groin, his breathing became extremely quick and irregular, and then it happened. His cock quivered violently in my mouth, splashing at least a dozen generous shots of hot, salty semen into my starving mouth. I swallowed as he filled me, without even thinking about it. Swallowing his load just seemed like the natural thing to do, and as he realized that I was gulping it down, he egged me on, "yeah, drink it...drink it, slut, drink it..."

I did as told, and all too soon, his big slab of beef stopped shaking. I swallowed again, and then took him out of my mouth. I licked away the last traces of my reward from his shaft and peehole while staring right into his eyes. Then, with only an exchange of thank-yous, I slipped out of his apartment and back into my car with the salty taste of his spunk still on my tongue. I rolled it around in my mouth, enjoying its nasty flavor. When I got back home, I masturbated my skill-hard cock to a trembling load. 

Since then, I've been over his place twice more to get my mouth pumped full of his semen. He just leaves the door unlocked, and the lights off. I wander in to find him naked and hard and waiting for me. I sink to my knees and just start blowing him. Although I still prefer pussy, I've definitely awakening a new and exciting facet of my sexuality, one I'm sure I'll continue to explore. Sucking on a warm, hard, cock is sexier than I could've ever imagined, and I can't wait to try again. I've also made another trip to the video store, where I purchased a lovely, nine-inch vibrator, which I'm using to break in another part of me for possible future fun. I'll be sure to keep you posted!



If at First...



Meanwhile, Corey was enjoying the attention that the girls showered on him. Harley took the first opportunity to jump on his lap and gyrate a bit as she hugged him close enough to have his nose catch the aroma of her fruity French perfume. As Jasmine kept driving, Corey noticed that Melody was really quiet. As he took her hand and looked into her face, she shied away. Corey remembered what Sylvia told him a few days prior about the problems Melody and her husband were having, so he backed off as Harley took his face into her hands and began to kiss him. 

Corey could feel his member grow under his shorts and wondered what Harley's reaction would be. She began to wiggle more as she realized her seductive measures were working on that Yank. As they edged closer to where their picnic would be, Harley had no doubt that she would get to have some private time with Corey, or rather Corey's tool. 

Sylvia's husband began to encourage her as Sylvia began to remove her top in front of the camera. Her nipples were already stiffened as her husband saw the special purple sparkling piercings in them. She could hear him breathing heavy as she watched his hands moving up and down his member before her view. She could feel herself moistened from the sight of her hubby getting excited over her body. As she leaned back and pulled the shorts to the side, she could hear him groan. She began to desire his dick inside her. As she began to rub her clit for him, she could hear his breathing rush more until she heard him moan from the explosion. She saw his seed explode in his hand as she told him what a good boy he was and how she wishes she could clean up his mess for him. 

While Sylvia watched her husband make a mess, Jasmine and Melody were watching Harley licking the head of Corey's tool as he kept his eyes closed trying to hold back. Jasmine and Melody began to rub his shoulders as he felt himself getting closer to exploding all over Harley's face. Harley then pulled up her shirt and revealed her sheer light pink bra which she quickly undid in order to catch his cum on her tits. Corey was quick to oblige as he began to shoot. The girls were spellbound by his quantity as Jasmine leaned down to lick some of it off of Harley's nipples. 

Corey turned to see Melody sitting there, her Capri pants shed to show a plain pair of white panties except for her fingers frigging herself. As Corey helped her move them to the side so his mouth could explore her, he wondered about how Sylvia was doing with her husband. 

Sylvia's husband asked her if she had been getting any action lately to which Sylvia answered in the negative. It was then he asked if Corey had been having a good time and if she thought about seducing him. Before she had a chance to answer, he assured her that it would be all right and that she should use and abuse him before he went back home a few days later. Sylvia was then tempted to call to check up on him. 

Luckily, she didn't because then Melody wouldn't have been able to finish riding Corey the way she was while Jasmine and Harley cheered her on. Her tight cunt was squeezing every ounce of many juice from Corey's abused tool as she flexed her hips enjoying this young man's energy. Corey closed his eyes to try to hold back his explosion while she convulsed on top of him. As her arms gave out, Corey released into her. It was then that Harley called Sylvia to ensure she was all right. 

The shortness of breath and her excitement in her voice betrayed how Sylvie felt as she checked in on her guest. Harley picked on her a little before telling her how they had a relaxing picnic. Jasmine could barely contain her excitement as Corey's tongue was buried between her vaginal lips. Sylvia could hear Jasmine holding it in and felt a pang of jealousy as she could imagine how Corey's tongue was pounding inside her Asian friend like a jackhammer. As Sylvia asked Harley when they were bringing him back to her place, she had her mind wander over what her husband had said and what he was going to experience when he got back. 

After Jasmine's legs held him in their grasp as she rode one more wave of pleasure, Harley made the announcement that they would have to head back amid the protests of Jasmine, Melody, and Corey. However, Corey realized in his mind how he had a pretty good release and that his lover was waiting at home albeit he wasn't sure what mood she was in. As each girl shared a long kiss with Corey, he took the opportunity to feel their backs a bit just because he wasn't sure when they were going to pleasure him again before he left back for the States. 

As they arrived back in front of Sylvia's house, she watched from the window as the girls stayed in the car while Corey simply jumped out. The girls were blowing him kisses as Jasmine peeled out and headed towards her place. Corey slowly walked towards the door and opened it to the smells of incense wafting through. Part of his mind wondered if it was to cover the aroma of her playtime in front of the camera that afternoon. As he headed towards the staircase, there she stood with nothing on but a smile. He gazed at her and noticed the hair tied back in a pony tail and her eyes slightly glazed over. As he looked down her body, he couldn't help but let out a whistle at how sexy she looked just standing on the staircase. It was then her soft voice invited him to follow. 

Slowly, he followed her up the stairs and into her room where candles were lit around the perimeter casting off a slightly ghoulish glow. The blankets were dark burgundy in color. As she sat on the bed leaning on a shoulder, Corey began to wonder what the intentions were until she stood back up and kissed him fully on his mouth, her tongue sliding into it as her hands began to reach down and pull the bottom of Corey's polo up. As they separated from the kiss, the shirt went over his head until it was off and Sylvia threw it away from her. She allowed her naked nipples to touch his chest and sparks coursed through both of their beings. Another slow steady kiss as her hands reached behind him and her fingernails lightly scraped down his vertebrae. She could feel herself with the same feelings from the cab ride the night before as she allowed her hands to reach down and begin to pull down his shorts to expose his glutamous to her hands. He began to moan from the feeling of his lover finally being so close to him and wanting to fulfill the major desire he had on this excursion. 

It wasn't long until both were on the bed naked kissing and allowing their hands to explore parts they haven't before. Her leg entwined around his so that he could feel her heat on his member as they embraced. In his mind, Corey felt partially cheated that her girlfriends stole some of his essence before she received the chance to acquire her part, the thought being interrupted by him feeling her shudder from his touch on her back. 

Sylvia was surprised in her mind that she felt the first sign of climax just from feeling him so close to her. As she sought to take charge by forcing herself on top of him, she was pleasantly surprised when he rolled in her direction to pin her down as he kissed her neck. She could feel her dominant desire being overwhelmed by her desire to be kissed and touched just like if it was her husband and not her friend from the States. His lips following the logical path down her neck to the valley between her breasts as a hand felt her nipples in their constant petrified state. A slight bite on one caused her to moan loudly. Her need being in the preliminary stages of fulfillment from this man that had entertained her and seduced her on a human and intellectual level, filling her mind with the images that helped sustain her through the previous deployments. She wanted to become one with him in that moment if only for that moment as she attempted to wrap her legs around him. Her privacy needed to be compromised and he held back so long as he slid down towards her naval to plant a few soft kisses along the gentle slope towards this smoldering cauldron of lust forming between her legs. 

It was the first lick which drove her over the edge that time as she tensed up, arching her back from the long overdue intrusion of his tongue along the sensitive lips. She had been so used to the feeling of her vibrator along her lips and sometimes feeling the womanly tongue of one of her girlfriends when she felt the most lonely. Corey's manly tongue, the roughness and his direct way of stabbing at the spots was so much welcomed in her. She started thrashing around again soon after the first as he kept moving his tongue slowly up and down, inside and outside. Her sweet nectar coating his tongue and his goatee as he kept savoring the fluids presenting themselves to him. 

Corey braced his arms on either side of her as his steel member slowly slid into her. He could feel the tightness that had developed over the months of restraining herself from a man's input as he felt it rub against him gently as he pushed. It felt as if she was being spilt apart as she allowed her lungs to expel the massive amounts of air, her vocal chords hardly able to make a sound as she received him. The culmination of all the teasing and flirting and giving each other so many ideas leading towards the slow churning under Corey's ministrations as he softly began to announce to Sylvia that he may need to pull out soon. Sylvia's were around his waist quickly as she whispered to him to finish inside her and how it had been so long. 

It was a minor explosion inside her, her mind knowing full well that her friends stole more than they were suppose to that afternoon. But she was savoring the feeling of her insides being coated with Corey. The feeling of her being painted internally as Corey collapsed next to her was exquisite in her mind as she leaned over and began to kiss his lips again, his body barely able to return her gratitude from the exertion. As they laid there just holding each other, his mind was already wondering if she was going to have as much fun with him the next day and if her friends were going to be invited. In his mind, he wanted to see exactly what Sylvia's primal urges were like.