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Sex Surrogate Ch. 01

By: professor98



By the time Linda Peterson went to college, she was already nineteen but still a virgin, even though she was very knowledgeable, and had studied all aspects of sex. Being a virgin wasn't a condition she had necessarily wanted. She was always a bit jealous when she found out that one girlfriend or another had gone all the way with some boy.

Her years of virginity had been bestowed on her by a less that smooth skin condition in her youth and the fact she was the thinnest girl in her jr. high school graduating class. As we all know, however over the course of time most things change. The Captain of the football team may eventually develop a large beer gut, the gorgeous cheerleaders get pregnant and never loose the fat their babies brought with them and the best looking guy in school looses his dark curly hair, which is replaced with a bald shiny dome, that will show your reflection when he bends down to pick up a nickel. 

Linda was better of than most however, as by the time she turned eighteen, she was besieged for dates by many of the same guys who had called her names like "moon face" and "the walking skeleton", during high school. 

She had held the office of "Super Virgin" so long that she was not going to give it up for just any guy who professed to have the equipment, in which to relieve her of it. It was in her second semester of college, that she met another student named George Grisby, who was very nice and told her that he really liked her a lot. Linda was aware that she was going to have sex eventually, so she thought, why not with George? He was tall handsome, and a star athlete. What more did a girl need? 

On their third date Linda told him to rent a motel room, as she was ready to make love with him. Friday night, George picked her up, and they went to the, "Shady Pines Motor Lodge". The motel wasn't as romantic as she had hoped; however they could at least have privacy. She didn't want her first time to be in the backseat of a Ford sedan. 

Both George and Linda were very excited, as they were both virgins. When they went into the motel room, she began to take her clothes off, and was down to her bra and panties, by the time George had removed his shirt. Watching him remove his pants really got her excited. George was wearing only his underpants, when he got on the bed with her. He told her that he had brought a lot of condoms, so she didn't have to worry.

George pulled off his underpants, and Linda was elated, as his penis was larger than any she had ever seen before. It immediately became erect, when she reached out and began to play with it. George laid back and enjoyed what she was doing when she licked it and then placed her mouth on it. He had never had sex with any girl before Linda.

This was only the second penis she had ever sucked, even though she had done extensive research in the many aspects of Fellatio. The first one was the penis of her best friend's father on his birthday, just two months earlier. It was kind of an experiment for her, and a birthday present to him, although he wasn't aware of her motives. 

She knew through endless hours of study, that she should run her tongue around his penis while sucking it, and should be very careful not to scrape it with her teeth. Linda had read that it was a good idea to squeeze the male's testicles lightly, to give him the best experience. 

She was surprised when George came, as she had only been sucking him for two minutes. It took her by surprise, however not wanting to appear a beginner; she swallowed the slippery liquid and smiled at him. It had a slight taste of chlorine a little like pool water, but not as strong. It was also sweet and a little bitter. 

Linda decided it wasn't a bad taste, and she would, from that time on, always swallow cum that was shot into her mouth. While she was sucking George, he pulled her panties to the side, and began to slide his fingers over her pussy lips and clitoris. This was a wonderful feeling that she knew well, as she had done it to herself hundreds of times. 

Several seconds after George had cum in Linda's mouth; she began to get very wet, but she didn't have a real orgasm. George then told her to lie on her back, as he rolled a condom on his still hard penis. Her interests were so strong in all aspects of sex, that she watched him intently, so she would know exactly how to do it, if it were ever necessary.

She opened her legs as wide as she could and held them in the air, and George crawled in between them. Through her studies, Linda knew the best methods of foreplay so she took hold of George's cock and moved it all around her slit and clitoris. 

She then placed the head at the entrance to her vagina, and told him to push easy. George was so excited, that he rammed his cock into her hard, which felt like somebody had shoved a teent pole up into her pussy. He took her cherry, and caused her extreme pain. 

Without regard for her pleasure or her discomfort, George began to shove his large cock into her very fast and very hard. Ten to fifteen seconds had gone by, when George moaned and came again. He then rolled off of Linda, and lay by her side. She just laid there in pain, thinking to herself, 

'That's it?'

All of her research showed that most males could go on for at least a half-hour. Maybe George was an anomaly, and some other young man could do it for her. She thought to herself, that if he asked her if it was good for her, she would "bitch" slap him. After a while, because of Linda's coxing, George put on a new condom and attempted to do it her again. 

This time was a little better and lasted about ninety seconds. She was needless to say irritated, actually more frustrated, as she had brought herself off many times with just a finger. She couldn't believe that this handsome, well-built, well-hung young man couldn't hold off long enough to give her at least one orgasm. She just wanted to just get dressed and leave him there. 

Over the next several months, Linda dated five different college guys, and found a problem with each one of them. She finally talked with her Psychology Professor, Richard Thompson, who explained that, most men, and many women have sexual problems. He suggested they go to dinner so they could discuss it further. 

The dinner was set for Friday September 2nd at the "Cest La Vie" restaurant in Laguna Beach by the ocean. She was very impressed when he picked her up in his Porsche. As Linda was only twenty, she couldn't have any alcoholic drinks, however she had a cup of coffee. Their conversation went on for several hours and she couldn't believe how much she was drawn to Richard on an intellectual level. 

Due to his enlightened background on almost everything, Linda became almost possessed by an unreasoning passion and attraction to the older man. It was nine o'clock when they finished dinner and he suggested, if she wished that they could return to his condo to talk further. 

At his apartment, he poured each of them a glass of wine, followed by a second. The conversation seldom strayed far from her almost fanatical interest in sex. However he did ask what her college major was. She told him that she had Liberal Arts major, as she wasn't sure of what she wanted to do after she graduated. Linda said, 

"I don't know at this point, but my thoughts never deviate far from sex. Maybe I should be a hooker," she giggled, the wine apparently affecting her more than she knew.

"Linda, you don't need a sheepskin to be a prostitute. Besides a prostitute only takes care of the individual's immediate gratification. She can't get down to the real subconscious problem from which the individual is suffering. I think you should look into psychotherapy, where you could be a real help to people who can't perform properly. 

You could be a teacher of sex, and give direction to people who have little knowledge of what is required for a good sex life. You have heard the old saying that teachers, make the best sex partners, as they make you do it over and over and over until you get it right." 

Linda laughed maybe a little to loud. Then asked,

"Professor Thompson, you're a teacher. Do you know all the best methods of male; female sex?"

"I know enough to get by, after all I am twenty years older than you. I should know something by now ... shouldn't I?"

"Professor ... Thompson ... Richard, may I call you Richard?"

"Yes of course, Richard, or even Rick if you wish. My Mom always called me Rick."

"Richard ... I think that I need a good teacher ... a tutor or someone who can teach me all the different aspects related to really good sex. God knows I'm just floundering around with my choices of college boys, who don't know their penis from their nose, and every book I have ever read is just too technical. Would it be too much to ask you to be my tutor?"

"Do you mean ... theory tutor ... or physical tutor?"

"Everything tutor, intellectual, physical, lab work ... everything."

"Well, although it is a very tempting offer, I am twenty years your senior, and the college would give me my walking papers if I'm caught having an affair with a student."

"Twenty years older or fifty years older ... you know that doesn't really matter, as long as I am over eighteen and legal ... correct? Also there are at least five girls in my sorority alone, who are doing one professor or another. This wouldn't be just for fun; it would be to enlighten me and teach me in the proper scientific methods, of all facets of sex. It would be scientific research."

"But Linda, what if I'm not the person to teach you. What if I don't know the best methods to show you what is really necessary?"

"I'm willing to take the chance, at least once. The question is," she said as she sat next to him on the couch, "are you willing to take a chance on me?"

Linda leaned over and kissed him on his cheek his beard tickled her mouth, the wine she had consumed acting like an aphrodisiac, driving her on. She slowly slid off the black leather couch onto the floor in front of him. She reached for his belt and unbuckled it, smiling at him. Linda then unzipped his pants, and pulled them down his legs. 

"Linda that isn't necessary. You don't have to ..."

"Yes Richard, I know I don't have to do anything. I want to do it for you, and myself. Please just sit back and let me do it for both of us."

She reached into the opening of his jockey shorts, and took hold of his cock. When she pulled it out of its hiding place, Linda was in awe over its circumference. It wasn't as long as some she had seen, but it was thick. She estimated that it was only about six inches long. Long enough she thought, spreading her lips wide to take it into her mouth. As she began to suck she felt like she had found a home for his penis. She was a happy girl and she believed she knew how to make Richard happy also.

As if she were being tested, she put all of her knowledge of fellatio into play, and sucked the Professor's penis as though her grade depended on it. After fifteen minutes Professor Rick was holding her head, fucking her mouth, moaning loudly. This little girl knew just what he needed and how to provide it. When he became aware that he was about to cum, he told her reluctantly,

"Linda my sweet little girl, I'm going to cum any second."

She just ignored him, and continued sucking, stroking his cock and squeezing his balls gently. When his cum splattered in her mouth, the professor fell back against the couch unable to hold himself up, his eyes closing tightly as he tried to catch his breath. There wasn't a lot of fluid, she thought, maybe a teaspoon or two at the most, so she swallowed it down and continued sucking on his collapsing member.

Linda always compared the taste of one guy's cum to another. The professor's fluid tasted a little like fine wine and Cesar salad dressing. Fifteen minutes passed, and Richard finely regained his ability to speak. He said,

"Linda, you were wonderful. That was the best I have ever had. Do you think that you might like to ... stay the night?"

She smiled at him and got up from the floor, taking her hand in his, he led her to his bedroom. As Linda took off her clothes, he sat there on the bed watching her like a patron in a strip club. He even thought maybe he should get some dollar bills to stuff into her panties. This thought disappeared like so many leafs in a high wind when she removed her bra and pulled her panties down, tossing them in an unknown direction. 

She then moved close to him and whispered in his ear, 

"Rickey, would like to lick my pussy?" He smiled at her stating,

"I don't want to brag, but that's one of the activities that I do best."

After laying her down on the bed, he moved his head down to her naked midsection; he began to kiss her stomach, dipping his tongue into her navel. She giggled and then he moved down to begin sucking on her inner thighs, which were now wide open in anticipation of his next erotic series of actions. 

Slowly, agonizingly he moved his mouth up to the center of her physical being. She was holding her genital lips open for the invasion of his mouth, as he pushed his tongue into her pink wet vagina. 

Nothing she had ever done before was anything like this. This was real sex and it was wonderful. She contemplated that maybe she should be taking notes, however gave up the thought when she realized she would never forget the pleasure he was providing her. It wasn't long after, he began sucking her love button, that she had a tumultuous orgasm, which left her on the brink of unconsciousness.

The professor then moved up her writhing body, to her beautiful breasts, and began to suck on one. When she told him, he moved his mouth from one to the other sucking equally; causing a tingle inside of her stomach and abdomen that was driving her a little insane. Linda believed she would cum just from the sucking of her breasts alone, if he were allowed to do it for any length of time. 

He then moved between her legs, and attempted to stuff his bulky member into her pussy. It took a while as she was still so tight, and his penis was much thicker than anyone else she had ever known. She was tossed into a deep chasm of sudden fear, as he stretched her vagina open to an alarming width, and began to fuck her like she had never before experienced. She had become knowledgeable of the "wham bam; thank you maim" one and a half minute screws her past boyfriends had bestowed on her, and hoped that Richard could go a little longer. 

She was in high spirits, as after forty minutes, and three orgasms later when Richard, the most fantastic lover she had ever been under, was still hard and going strong. Due to the great shape of his body, and the fact that he wasn't even breathing hard, she knew that he must have worked out regularly. 

"Oooohhh God", she moaned, as she was cuming again. It was fantastic and wonderful. This "old man" as he often referred to himself, was three times the lover of the little "boys" she had dated previously. The professor was a keeper, and she would do just that. She was going to keep him in her as long as she could.

She lay there with this wonderful man on top of her. She knew that his thick penis belonged in her throbbing vagina, pumping in and out of her at an alarming rate. He was fantastic, and she was a little concerned that he knew it. 

This was the type of sex for which she had been searching since she found out that there was such a thing as sex. Without warning he flexed every muscle in his body and gave several hard thrusts, then came inside of her.

As before, when Richard had cum in her mouth, there wasn't a lot of cream, however there was enough to sooth the heat of her overworked pussy. She was in heaven as his last thrust, made her fluids gush again. Then she said to herself; 'He wasn't wearing a condom, was he?'

A very restful sleep was overcoming both of them, as she crawled into his protective arms and inhaled the musky aroma of his body. 

To Be Continued ...

Sex Surrogate Ch. 02



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Linda awoke to the aroma of "Starbuck's" coffee. She had a dream that a biker gang had taken her forcibly, but thank heaven it was only a dream. She smiled, as her pussy was a little tender, after Professor Richard's wonderful assault with his immense cock. 

A biker gang couldn't have done much more damage she thought. She sat up on the side of the bed and looked around. She then saw her panties on a lampshade where she had tossed them haphazardly. Slipping into her panties, she saw Richard's lavender long-sleeved shirt lying on an overstuffed chair next to the bed. 

She picked it up and put it on. It was several sizes too large for her, however with her shapely legs and cute little panty covered butt, she looked very sexy. The shirt had the wonderful sent of Richard's body. Barefooted she walked into the front room, where he was sitting in a lazyboy recliner sipping a cup of coffee, grading papers and listening to Richard Elliot's latest jazz CD, "metroblue". 

Richard was wearing a pair of jockey shorts and a light blue polo shirt, which accentuated his chest and massive arm muscles. In a weird contrast he had a pair of horned rim glasses sitting precariously on the end of his nose. 

She had only seen him naked for a fleeting moment the night before, as her attention was on another very large part of his body, and she hadn't been aware of his arms being as big as there were. His biceps must have been eighteen inches around, possibly even more.

"That's a great stereo. I love smooth jazz. Who is that Boney James?" 

No Richard Elliot. The stereo was a birthday present from my brother. We are very close." 

"Do I get coffee too?" she asked acting as flirtatiously shy as she possible could, which wasn't easy dressed the way she was.

"Of course sweetie. Would you like me to get it for you? At dinner you had two sugars and a touch of cream ... correct?"

"Yes," she said smiling, thinking that he was the first man to ever notice anything about her other than her tits, pussy and ass. 

"That's correct. But I can get the coffee later. Right now I think that I would like something else." 

As she said the words, "something else", she slowly knelt in front of him holding his knees. When she was on the floor, she looked like parishioner kneeling at a church alters about to give thanks to God. Her thoughts were about as far from God as they could possibly be, however. She slowly moved his knees apart staring at the very large package he was unsuccessfully hiding in his jockey shorts.

As her hands gravitated toward his groin he said,

"Linda ... I have a lot of papers to grade ... and ... I ... don't ..."

"Richard," she said biting her lower lip, "I don't think 'The Hulk' wants you to grade papers right now. The hulk wants to be kissed and sucked and loved. You can grade papers later."

Linda took the papers from his hand and dropped them on the floor to her left. She then reached up and removed his glasses, and took the coffee cup from his other hand placing them on the oak table adjacent to his chair. As she moved between his muscular thighs, and began stroking his penis through his underpants, he moaned and laid his head back on the chair, closing his eyes. 

Linda then pulled the front flap of his shorts open and took hold of his penis, which was beginning to get hard. She was almost afraid of it, due to its size. She hoped she would never be around when it became angry. With both hands she began a little physical dexterity pulling the skin over the head of the thick member. 

He groaned loudly as her manipulations gained momentum, and she began jacking him off a little faster, occasionally kissing the tip of its gorgeous shiny head, when it came into view. She was now in control of this man, and he was at her mercy and trusting her to take care of his animal cravings.

Linda then grasp his cock as one might do grasping a rope in a tug of war, holding it tight with both hands. She leaned down and placed a long lingering wet kiss on the smooth head, her mouth covering his little cum hole. Richard made no sound, however flexed all the muscles in his body as Linda stretched her mouth over the head of his penis, and slowly began to suck. She secretly wondered if sucking him would stretch out her mouth, maybe giving her lips like Angelina Jolie?

She knew that her passion for this man was growing exponentially, and with his gentle ways, his calm endurance and his wonderful understand of almost everything, she might even be able to fall in love with him. Right now, however there were more immediate problems. His enormous penis was pressing on her tonsils, and her gag reflexes were about to come into play. Removing her mouth from his cock, she stood up then crawled into his lap. His cock was now pushing against her silk panties. 

With her legs spread wide and on both sides of his, Linda reached down and pulled her panty crotch to the side, displaying her glistening pussy. As she carefully guided his bulky member into her vagina, they both groaned in unison knowing they would have relief when their dopamine neurotransmitters fired off with their orgasms.

She began to move her hips a little, her vagina dealing with the difficult task of enclosing his cock. It was almost analogous to pushing a square peg into a round hole. Actually more like pushing a tent pole into an ant hole. As she moved a little faster her natural juices, a mixture of, priydine, squalene, urea, water, and acetic acid, began to flow. 

She was going to fuck him good. The feeling, of his penis inside her pussy was the best she had ever felt. Every centemeter of it was wedged forcibly against the walls of her tightly, stretched out vagina. She moved faster causing their level of pleasure to esculate. They were involved in a race that nither of them really wanted to win. They just wanted to finish eventually, but there was no hurry. Sometimes the best things in life take a little longer. 

Richard opened the shirt she was wearing and took a suclent nipple into his mouth. He then grabbed her panty covered ass with both hands and shoved his butt up off the chair raming his penis deeper into her pussy. She became really wet and squirted her fluids all around his cock; her hands on his shoulders digging her nails into his flesh, and the pain caused him to bite her nipple. He felt her juices running down his balls onto the chair beneath them. 

He had never had a student like Linda. She was very special, and very passionate. One might even say she was maniacal when it came to sex. At the very least she was excessively enthusiastic, and she sure loved to fuck. Linda was the one girl he had been in search of for years.

Running her hands, which had traces of his blood under her fingernails, through his salt and pepper hair, she was lost in his lovemaking and totally lost in her lust for him. She wondered why the feeling she craved so much was never really completely satisfied. 

She could fuck all night and climax several times, but later on the yearning returned needing yet another fix. Junkies must have felt something similar, needing their drugs whenever their cravings became unbearable, like eating a large Chinese meal, and being hungry again an hour later. 

She felt the dopamine rush. It was fantastic and she was going to cum. Her efforts had paid large dividends. Nothing should feel this good she thought as her pussy gushed more of her liquid on to his cock. 

As soon as the feeling began to subside however, another started to build. She felt the man should be kept under lock and key; with her as the keeper of the key. He was shoving up under her, fucking her as hard as he could and she was concerned that she might pass out. 

Linda slowly placed her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder as he continued in a wild frenzy, pushing himself into the most precious opening of her body. Intermittently, as Richard continued she would feel a gush of totally uncontrolled orgasm, and just relax in her gratification, sucking on his neck and nibbling on his ear. 

Richard was aware he appeared to be mentally disordered, his insane lust driving him on, and he could think of nothing at this point, other than cuming in Linda's tight little cunt. He was aware she had had several orgasms already, so he was unconcerned about her having another at the time. It was his turn now, and he was getting ready. A few more thrusts should do it he thought. As he began to cum, Linda held him tight knowing somehow, he needed her to hold him very close to her while he came.

At this point she felt like a plastic blow up doll. The only important part of her was her pussy, and it would be used as a temporary storage area for Richard's sperm. She had no strength to help him, and just allowed him to fuck her harder than anyone ever had before. 

He was holding her so tight around her mid-section, that her ribs hurt. Although there was some pain, she enjoyed everything he was doing, and would allow him to use her whenever he needed her. This was the kind of "free for all" sex she had always wanted. 

For a while they just sat there and held each other, like two teen-agers after a hot date at a drive in movie. She sat up in his lap as his cock, which had shrunk to almost a normal size, began to slip out of her pussy. 

"Richard," she said with a large grin, perspiration running from her forehead down her classic Barbie nose, "I think I have earned that coffee now; don't you?"

"Coffee?" he said, "Sweetie you have earned a Ferrari."

"Then I owe you one too Professor."

"Why don't we call it a draw and I'll take you to breakfast?"

"Okay."

"Where would you like to go?"

"That place we ate dinner was nice. How about there? The problem is I only have the clothes I wore last night."

"I have some shorts that I wore years ago and don't fit me anymore and I know you can fit into most of my shirts."

"What about shoes. You wear size eleven while I only wear a seven."

"Thirteen ... I wear size thirteen running shoes."

"Thirteen?" No wonder, she thought correlating the old wife's tale about shoe size related to penis size. "I'll bet you get everywhere fast."

"You can wear a pair of my "flip flops" temporally. I can cut them down to fit you." 

He got her the clothes. A pair of his old faded cut off Levis, which were even a little small for her, and a dark blue Ralph Loren "Polo" shirt, that barely contained her greater than average size breasts, and left her midriff bare displaying her cute little bellybutton. The "flip flop shower shoes" were much too big for her feet, but after he cut several inches off the backs, they weren't too bad.

C'est La Vie, translated into English means, "Such is Life". It's a wonderful little French restaurant in Laguna Beach California, on the South Coast Highway overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Richard went there often and was treated more like family than a customer, as one of the waiter's son had been in his class. The coffee was great, and they always served fresh baked baguettes of bread with every meal. 

As Richard drove south on the Coast Highway, from his apartment in Belmont Shores, his 2003 black Porsche was just past seventy; a Boney James jazz CD was playing on the stereo. The drive on this particular morning was wonderful, thought Linda, as the morning breeze caressed her face like a shy schoolboy's kiss. 

"I love your car. Do you mind if I ask how much it cost?"

"No not at all. It cost me one dollar."

"How much?" she asked frowning.

"A dollar," he said smiling as he looked over at her, wondering how he ever became so lucky. "Before you get permanent wrinkles in your forehead, my twin brother is the CEO of a very successful DOT Com, business. He bought the car new, then decided that he wanted a Lamborghini two weeks later, so knowing I needed a car he sold it to me for a dollar like any good brother would." 

"I wish I had a brother like him. Are you telling me that there is an exact duplicate of you, running around out there somewhere?"

"Not exact. Jimmy ... Sorry he wants me to call him James ... resembles me a lot, however he hasn't had time to really take care of himself as well as he should, and he outweighs me by at least fifty pounds. While my hair is sort of salt and pepper gray, Jimmy's is completely white. Although I'm two minutes older than he is, James looks more like our father than my brother. I attribute his white hair to overwork and over marriage."

"Over marriage? Asked Linda, a smile beginning on her beautiful face.

"James is getting a divorce from his third wife, as she caught him messing around on the side. When I try to talk to him about his problems, he states that he earned a half million dollars last year. What that has to do with anything, I'll never know. I believe that too much money, just like too little money can add to anyone's problems."

She sat there mesmerized by this intelligent, sexy, handsome man. The man of her dreams she thought, even though he was only two years younger than her own Father. Certainly he was the man of her sex dreams. Just looking at him and remembering how he satisfied her completely, caused her panties to be a little damp.

Richard grumbled when he saw there was no available parking in front of the restaurant, so he turned at the next corner and parked behind the building. As he pulled into a parking stall, Manual, one of the waiters at C'st La Vie, waived from the outside terrace. Richard looked up, smiled and waived back.

Manual then motioned for them to come up to the terrace. He was holding a table for them. Richard held the back door open for Linda, and she went in, down a narrow hallway, past the restrooms, and up a flight of stairs to the bar. She stood there a second until Richard, who was right behind her said, 

"Turn right and up the stairs sweetie."

Linda climbed the second set of stairs, which lead to an outside terrace where there were four tables. They sat down and Manual asked, 

"How are you doing Richard?"

"Fine," said Richard, "How is the family?"

"Good," said Manual. "Everybody is very good."

"Peter?" asked Richard, "How is Peter doing?" "Great he is a first lieutenant now, thanks to you. He is working at a military hospital in Landstuhl, Germany. He wrote and stated they are getting a lot of battle causalities. I'm just happy they sent him to Germany and not Iraq. He said he is up for a Captaincy soon." "Fantastic! Peter is one sharp kid. All he needed was a kick in the right direction." "Okay," said Manual. "You want Eggs Oscar, coffee, no potatoes, champagne and of course hot crunchy bread, right?"

"Right," said Richard, smiling, "Except no champagne. We will both have orange juice." He then winked at Manual. 

"And what will the lady have?"

"What would you like sweetie; Eggs Florentine?"

'Mmmmm. thought Linda, Poached eggs, Hollandaise sauce and spinach on a Croissant.'

She smiled and nodded her head, wondering how he knew that she loved spinach. The man was inexplicable and he seemed to know her like a favorite book.

"How did you know I would like Eggs Florentine? I never said anything about liking spinach."

"About three months ago, you were in the school cafeteria with several of your sorority sisters. When they squealed at me, I stopped by your table. I noticed you were eating a hamburger, with spinach on the side and I believe a coke. At the time it struck me as an odd combination. All the other girls were eating French Fries."

"Ooooh Kay! I see it was really because of me not eating French Fries ..."

"Not exactly. I also recall what you were wearing."

"No you don't ... what was I wearing?"

"White shorts that looked to be your little sister's, and a white sweatshirt that was printed on the front,

"Born to Raise Your ...", Richard whispered with a leer on his face. "I assume the missing word should have been cock."

"Why would you think that?"

"Because ... when I looked at you, that is exactly what occurred. Why do you think I got out of there so fast?"

"I kind of wondered," said Linda.

"Do you know why I seldom come out from behind my podium when I give a lecture?" 

"No ... I assumed ... your notes were there."

"Uh uh ... it's because of you. You sit right in front of the class. When I look at you, the Hulk starts getting hard, and I have a difficult time remembering what to say next."

"I'm sorry ... I."

"Sorry for what? For making my dreams come true. Sorry for making me the happiest teacher in the school ... maybe in the world? Why would you be sorry for that? Linda ... I have been watching you ever since you came to CSULB last year."

"Why didn't you say something?"

"Sure ... a forty year old teacher hitting on a gorgeous young student? I thought about it. I thought about it many times, and then I thought it would be a terrible way to end a good career. CSULB is rated in the top three schools in California.

I rationalized that I would at least be able to see you every day, although as you now know I wanted to do a lot more. If they had kicked me out, I wouldn't even have been able to see you."

"You think that I'm gorgeous?"

"What's wrong don't they have any mirrors in your sorority? You must be aware that you are gorgeous. You are so beautiful that you make my eyes hurt."

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me. Thank God. He was the one who created you ... for me."

"I meant ... thank you for the complement. For you ...?"

"Yes for me ... Linda. For you I will be like Don Quixote, attacking windmills everywhere I go."

Manual then showed up with their breakfasts. She wasn't sure she was hungry for food anymore, but decided to eat anyway. The cool sea breeze and the aroma of the ocean, made the food taste even better than normal. Linda sipped a little orange juice and frowned. It tasted funny. When she mentioned it to Richard, he placed a finger to his lips and whispered,

"Sssshhhhh, sweetie, its Mimosa ... orange juice and champagne."

She whispered back, "Sir are trying to get me drunk?"

"Is it necessary?"

"No; of course not. I would sleep with you for a Pepsi and a bag of chips. No forget the chips. The thing is I really want you again right now. Do you think we could go down on the beach and do it a little?"

"It's ten in the morning Linda. Don't you think someone might see us, and of course they would at least hear us, as noisy as you are?"

"Okay, what if we go over to the park."

"Do you mean where those guys are playing Volleyball?" "Well what can we do?"

"We can wait until we get back to the Condo."

"How long will that be?"

"Let see, we have to go shopping to get you some new clothes."

"New clothes?"

"Yes, you need clothes for tonight and tomorrow; for our trip."

"What trip? I thought you were going to take me back to the sorority house."

"Nope. We are going to San Diego tomorrow; to Sea World."

"Really?" she asked.

"If you don't want to go, just tell me."

"Of course I want to go."

"Ok so eat, then we can go shopping. I can't wait to buy you some new panties."

To Be Continued ... 



Sex Surrogate Ch. 03



After they went roaming the various shops of Laguna Beach. They found her some very nice things to wear for that evening, and a set of clothes for their San Diego trip on Sunday. He bought her three pair of shoes that fit perfect. She cautioned him about spending too much money, but he waived her off with a sharp contortion of his face, then a smile. 

After spending the largest part of the day shopping, they walked down to the beach, and sat on the sand barefooted; watching the waves splashing on the shore. She couldn't believe the size of his feet compared to hers.

It was now three in the afternoon, and time to go. They walked back to the car, hand in hand and started the forty-five mile trip back to his Condo. Upon arriving at his place, he unloaded all of the packages and took them in. 

"What time do we have to go to dinner?" asked Linda.

"Are you hungry?"

"No not really ... I thought a shower would be nice first."

"A shower would be nice," he said mimicking her voice.

They went into his bathroom and began to take off their clothes. When she was down to her panties, Richard began to get hard. Her breasts were very nicely rounded with nipples that stood up like number two Ticonderoga pencil erasers. Richard put his arms around her squashing her titties to his chest. She could feel his cock pressing against her tummy, and it felt wonderful.

Richard hooked his thumbs in the top of her frilly pink panties, and then knelt in front of her as he pulled them down to the floor. She placed her hands on his head, as she stepped out of them. He was on his knees as; Paris might have knelt down in front of a Helen of Troy, begging for her love. He then kissed her on the stomach, and she moaned and held his head tighter. 

Richard then moved down to her sacred triangle, and kissed her between her gorgeous legs, which could have been sculptured by Michelangelo himself. As his tongue came in contact with her clit, she held his hair in both hands and spread her legs a little more. 

At the touch of his tongue, her pussy became moist with liquid. He licked up all of her juice and began sucking on her labia. Her knees began to get week and she dropped to the floor. They began to kiss and she tasted herself for the first time on his lips.

Some time had passed when he helped her to her feet, and into the shower. The warm water pelted both of them like a small waterfall. She could not keep her hands off of him and began to squeeze his balls, then moved her hand to his cock. As she began to play with it, he slid a lone finger up into her vagina. When she moaned, he turned her around and told her to bend over. As his massive penis began to slide into her pussy, she groaned, 

"Oh Richard ... please ... do it to me ... real hard." 

Richard's cock was filling her up and she loved every inch of it. His penis made her feel like a stallion was fucking her. She thought of the famous Centaur half man half horse of Greek mythology, and knew they could not have had cocks any thicker than Richard's. He grabbed her hips tight and began to thrust into her deep. The thrill of his lust was unbelievable and for a few seconds she thought she was going to pass out.

As his hips moved forward, his large testicles struck the center of her butt, almost like she was being spanked ... lovingly. She spread her legs a little more, and reached in between them grabbing his balls, squeezing them lightly. She felt the wonderful pain of her orgasm building, and she knew that he was going to cum also. As his hands grasp her hips like twin claws, she sprayed like a cat marking her territory. He belonged to her now, and no female had better try to get him away from her.

She was Aphrodite to his Hephaestus, and Helen to his Paris. She was a Cocker Spaniel to his Great Dane. As her discharge released, his hands grasp her hips even harder and he groaned, squirting his cum deep in her vagina. Afterward, she turned around and placed her arms around his wonderful wet naked body, holding him tight, protecting him from the world. He belonged to her completely.

"Richard ... We have to get up early to go to San Diego ... I don't want to go to dinner ... can't we just go to bed."

"Whatever you say baby."

"Richard, I was just wondering, when we have sex you don't wear a condom. Were you counting on me to be on the pill?"

"No sweetie. My brother and I both have what is known as a low motility rate. Our guys don't swim. They just kind of lay there like a bunch of beach bums. In order to get anyone pregnant, they would have to stick my balls with a rather large size needle and take out sperm that way. Then they would have to place it into a female's uterus and inject it into the egg to fertilize it. It's a real nasty process. My brother's first wife left him as she wanted children and he couldn't get her pregnant. If a regular guy wears a condom, you would still have a 3% chance of becoming pregnant. With me there is only a one tenth of one percent chance. Which is virtually nothing at all. 

When my brother's sperm analysis yielded very poor results, multiple tests and treatments were considered. Unfortunately, in some cases, like my brother and I, even with attempts to aspirate sperm directly from the testicles, treatment is not always successful."

"Ok ... thanks. I just didn't want to get pregnant, at least until I'm out of school."

"Not to worry baby. It's like I'm shooting blanks. Would you feel better if you talked to my doctor?"

"No Richard, it's ok; I believe you. Let's go to bed."

She took his hand, like a big sister with a younger brother and led him to the bedroom. They were naked as they crawled into the king size bed. She couldn't believe her luck in getting him. He was handsome, well built and on top of it all intelligent. Not to mention he had a cock the size of her wrist. She was happier now than she had been in a long time. Now she was worried that things were too good. She decided not to begin anything really sexual, for a while anyway.

She lay there next to him, studying his face and body. This was the type of class she could pass with no problem. She would easily earn an "A" from the blowjobs alone she thought. That thought made her feel a little guilty, as she enjoyed it as much as he did, well almost as much as he did. When she began to run her hand over his massive chest, she found a small round scar.

"What is this?" she asked like a little girl who had just found a coin on her mother's rug.

"A scar." He said in a quick attempt to pass the subject by.

"How did it get there?"

"I was shot," he said unceremoniously, like maybe he had just skinned his knee.

"What do you mean ... shot?" Linda asked in a voice that was beginning to falter.

"Like in the cowboy movies. One guy points a gun at another guy, and pulls the trigger. The bullet moves from the gun into the other cowboy. It really wasn't a big deal."

"Somebody shot you, and it was no big deal?"

"It was the second week of the first gulf war. Almost everyone was getting shot."

"Where did you get shot?" she asked almost in a panic.

"Right here," he said pointing to the scar.

"Not where you were shot on your body. What location?"

"Kuwait. I was part of a NAVY seal team that went in to check things out before the regular forces went in. Four others on my team were shot also."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You were only about five when it happened."

"Not then. You should have told me, yesterday."

"Why?"

"Well ... just because ... I really care about you."

"That happened fifteen years ago. What did you want me to do, stand up in front of the class, strip off my shirt and say? Look everyone this was where I was shot."

"Well you have to be more ... careful." 

"Ok ... well I can begin by not going to anymore wars. How is that?"

She laid her head on his shoulder and continued to rub his chest. Her hand was warm and soft to the touch. She felt wonderful, lying next to him naked. It was a comfortable feeling, and made her feel very close to him in a different way. She began kissing his chest, then his shoulder and down his arm, to his hand. 

Linda then opened the palm of his hand and began to lick it, kissing and sucking each of his fingers. When his hand was wet with her saliva, she rubbed it on her titty, causing her nipple to pop up like a tiny submarine periscope.

The feeling of his hand on her breast, sent chills throughout her body. She thought of the many times she had pleasured herself in the same manner. Linda then slid his hand down to her pussy at which time she didn't have to do anything more. He slid a finger, still wet from her mouth onto her clitoris and touched it to the little nub. She was excited, in the knowledge of what was about to come. Richard's finger then slid around on her moist pussy lips causing her to moan. She said,

"Please ... please ..."

"What baby? What do you want me to do?"

"Do exactly what you are doing ... but do it with your tongue."

"Come up here."

"What?" she asked.

"Come up her sweetie and sit on my chest."

"But I'm too heavy."

"Come up here ... now." He said frowning.

She moved like an athlete, pulling herself up on the bed, then sat on his stomach. He motioned to her, crooking his index finger signaling her to move up on top of his chest. When she hesitated, Richard took hold of her hips and helped her to move up the rest of the way. 

She was now sitting on his chest, her wet pussy only a short distance away from his face. When his tongue shot out of his mouth and came in contact with her crotch, the feeling was so fantastic that she sucked air through her teeth. Linda grabbed the headboard, with both hands and began to pull. Her pussy was moving all over his face; her juices forming on her labia. She was in heaven, a heaven where lust is God. She wondered how long she would go on wanting sex every day.

He was sucking her pussy and his moustache and beard were adding very rough highlights to her pleasure. She wasn't sure if it felt good or it caused her pain. She pulled harder on the brass headboard, thrusting her hips forward and back, her juice now dripping down onto Richard's chin. She could not get over the fact that this man was the most wonderful lover she had ever had. Everything he did, and everything he said was wonderful, and he always knew what to do and what to say. O God she was cuming again. 

Linda reached around behind her and took hold of the "hulk". Hard as a rock and thick as a bedpost, the "hulk" was ready to slide into her pussy and fuck her for several hours. Linda was ready also and slid down Richard's chest to his stomach. She leaned forward on one hand, taking hold of his penis and guiding it into her pussy. 

She then settled down on Richard's large cock. It slid in slowly and they both groaned simultaneously. She began moving on this beautiful man, slowly as though she were a little girl riding a hobbyhorse. But she wasn't a little girl anymore. She was an adult who was allowed to take her pleasure from her teacher, and giving him the best pleasure she could in return.

She recalled once riding a mechanical bull, in a Country and Western bar. The only difference was this bull had a large cock, which had come to fit her vagina perfectly. She wanted to yell "yippy-ki-yay" but the loudest sound she could make was that of a low groan, that sounded more like an overworked electric motor. Linda began to move her butt faster, as the tip of his cock was all the way into her, rubbing her cervix. Sex was the best thing ever invented, and she wished that she had the patent rights. 

She was fucking him harder and faster and she could feel herself getting ready, to cum. The feeling was intricate in design and beautiful in execution. She felt there was nothing else like the sexual experience in the world. Linda would love to continue doing it until she passed out, and secretly hoped it would be the last thing she would do just before she died. It was about to happen, as the area below her neck and above her titties, began to glow a bright red. Her thighs became warm and tiny electrical shocks were making them twitch.

Linda could feel a small pain in her neck and back, as though she had lifted something heavy. There it was, the wonderful feeling she always had as she started to cum; her juices saturating Richard's penis and balls. Breathing hard, she lay down on her man, kissing his chest muscles, as he continued lunging upward shoving his immense cock into her vagina. Accelerating his speed, and holding her bare ass cheeks tight; his loving attack became almost fanatical. He was no longer Richard the professor of psychology; he was a Viking warlord raping her. She loved his wild abandonment and his out of control defilement of her undefended pussy.

She felt him flex his whole body, as he began to cum deep inside her, his cum helping to cool the searing heat of her vagina. As he came, it triggered her system and she started to cum again, knowing this was only the prelude to a night of exquisite sexual desire and lust. 

Richard relaxed however, he held her tight not moving. As Linda wanted to remain in this position and not break the physical bond between them, she began to flex the muscles around her pussy, holding his penis inside of her, sucking it with her vagina.

Richard shuttered in realization that this young girl, who was born around the time he was of legal drinking age, was in complete control of his body and sexual gratification. Not wanting to admit it, Richard knew Linda was the answer to his secret desire to be with a female who enjoyed life and sex in the same manner and frequency as he. Their future would be wonderful if he could keep up with her exuberance and carnal desires. 

As her sweat, dripped down from her forehead on his chest, she asked,

"Do you want something to drink. I need some water; I'm dehydrated."

"Water would be good. There are some bottles in the fridge."

Although his penis was almost flaccid, there was a resounding "pop" as she removed herself from him. They both laughed at the sound. Linda crept through the Condo, totally naked. As she opened the refrigerator, the light shown against her tanned skin, and when she looked down she saw a mixture of their juices running down her inner thigh. No wonder she was thirsty. She picked up two bottles of cold water and grabbed a couple of paper towels off of a roll. She quickly wiped her thigh so she wouldn't leave a trail of cum on his floor.

Linda hadn't noticed it before, however her vagina was buzzing, almost humming like it was happy. She didn't mind, as she was happy also. When she crept back into the bedroom, she was half bent over like she was attempting to hide something. Dan laughed and asked her why she was bent over. She shrugged a little and said, 

"Shy?"

"You are shy?" He laughed again and shook his head. "Do you even know the meaning?"

"I think so."

"It means that you are, drawn back from contact or familiarity with others; retiring or reserved. You aren't any of those things. At least you aren't with me."

"Actually, I think that I'm just wet and a little cold."

"Come here and get into bed. I'll warm you up."

Linda handed him a bottle of water and as she looked down she saw that his penis was getting hard again. She was amazed, as he had just cum ten minutes ago. As she took a long gulp of the sweet tasting Arrowhead water, she asked,

"Richard your cock is hard again. Didn't I make you cum?"

"Yes sweetie, but you have been having that affect on me. I've had a hard time keeping it down. I guess it is the opposite of impotence. I guess you make me "potent." You sure make me horny. Nobody, "woman or beast" has ever had an affect on me like you." 

"BEAST?"

"It's an expression. Actually it is "Man nor Beast", but I didn't say 'man' as I didn't want you to think that maybe I was gay." 

"Well I never would have thought you were gay," said Linda, "unless you were a lesbian, with a gigantic clitoris and ovaries that hung below it."

"Did you know that in the world of botany, the ovule-bearing lower part of a pistil on a plant, ripens into a fruit. That means when anybody eats fruit, they are eating plant pussy."

"Sometimes you are just so strange. However that gives me an idea."

Linda took another mouthful of water, knowing; hoping she would soon be dehydrated again. Richard moved carefully, between her legs, then with the precision and dedication of a neurosurgeon, his mouth only an inch from her open and temporarily neglected pussy, he lifted her legs onto his shoulders and slid his hands palms up, under her butt cheeks. 

Linda and Richard were both ready and anticipated what was about to take place. As his tongue slid from her anus up through the center of her external genitalia, to her clitoris, her juices again began to flow. This was beyond belief and she felt he should receive a "Silver Star" for action above and beyond the call of duty. 

The pleasure-pain was so extreme; she took hold of his hair and caressed it, running her fingers through it lovingly. It was going to be a long and wonderful night.

To Be Continued ...



Sex Surrogate Ch. 04



Linda awoke expecting to witness a bevy of her sorority sisters, all running around half naked laughing and giggling about their dates the previous evening. However when she looked around she saw only one naked body. It was the body of her Psychology professor, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing his teeth. When she sat up in bed he looked over at her and said, 

"Good Morning Sleeping Beauty, did you sleep well?"

"I believe," she said with a smile, "Some people who have been dead a week, didn't sleep as well as I did. You could have just drugged me, or ..."

"I understand. I woke up a couple of times to see if you were real, and wonderfully you were. You have a little snore, like a kittens purr. It is very entertaining. I watched you until the "Hulk" became hard again, then I turned over and tried to go back to sleep. It took a while but it finally happened."

"Richard ... why didn't you wake me. I would have taken care of you."

"Sweetie, you were sleeping so peacefully, I just didn't have the heart."

"Richard!" she said in a stern voice similar to that his mother used when she was scolding him, "Next time I sleep over, and you wake up with an erection ... you will wake me. Do you understand?"

"Yes ... I understand," he said smiling.

"Now get in here and ... fuck me ... please," she said, biting her lower lip.

In all of his years of teaching, Richard had never heard a more beautiful sentence from a young girl's lips. He walked back to the bed, and watched as Linda lay on her stomach, and stuffed a fluffily goose down pillow under her midsection lifting her gorgeous butt up off the bed. He got on the bed and knelt behind her. 

Taking her hips in his strong hands, his cock as if by remote control, found the entrance to her tight little vagina. He pulled her hips slowly, easing his penis into her. She was anticipating a very hard fast fuck, however she agonized over the fact that he was moving very slow, causing her to wait for an orgasm that seemed as though it would never come.

"Oh ... Richard ... please ... fuck me a little faster, and harder. Do it very hard. Make me cum. I need to cum honey ... please."

Richard, who was a man of great understanding gave in to the pleas of his student and began to shove his thick penis into her pussy much faster. She moaned at his loving assault and felt the fantastic flooding into the section at the junction of her thighs. She knew that she was well on the way to a violent orgasm, and welcomed its pending arrival. 

Richard felt it also and knew she was in need of his special care. Except for his cock, he was totally relaxed after a good night's sleep. He could continue like that for quite a while. It was only seven in the morning and San Diego could wait a little longer. He was approaching the ancient mystic Asian plateau of the ideal condition of harmony and stability, called nirvana, but it wouldn't last long. He was doing just as she asked, fucking her as hard and as fast as he could.

Linda was totally spellbound; and was his sexual captive. She had become a slave to his assertive, and energetic sexuality, and was willing to do anything he wished. All he had to do was whisper the command and she was his for anything his imagination could conceive. 

Somewhat depressed at the thought of their lovemaking coming to an end, she felt her system advancing toward a climax, and knew she couldn't hide it from him. If he wasn't aware she was going to cum, he would continue the pleasure longer allowing her to enjoy the satisfaction of his wonderfully violent physical attack. But he would know when she came. He always knew.

Not wanting the feeling to end, she squirted onto his penis and although she felt great, she was let down that her orgasm came so fast. She truly believed, that would be it for the day except, Oh ... God, he was not stopping. He moved faster now, building her to another climax. He was going to give her an orgasm that most girls only dream about. 

His cock was moving hard against her "G" spot. It was like liquid fire and ice. The feeling drug addicts try to achieve, however seldom do without an overdose. As Richard fucked her, she felt as though they had become one person attempting to elevate the fanatical desire imbedded inside of them. Knowing that their only relief lay within the two of them, and one could not achieve complete satisfaction without the other. They had a true symbiotic relationship.

She knew he was about to cum as his powerful hands; which were capable of exerting great physical force, were gripping her hips pulling back hard into his thrusts, as though letting go of her would do them both great bodily harm. His hands would leave; dark bruises on her hips that she would be proud of. He wouldn't be the only one with war wounds.

The feelings were coming again; the minor pain in her back that lead to the stomach cramps, next came the tingling in her thighs, and the persistent, restless craving in her vagina that no scratching could ever elevate. All of which could only be pacified by the fantastic orgasm he was about to provide.

The type of orgasm a girl relates to all of her girlfriends, as they sit around her in religious silence, with their mouths gaping open, wishing secretly they had been her for just those special moments.

As Richard locked his muscles, and savagely shoved his cock into Linda, she felt a building orgasmic crescendo, gradually increasing in severity. Although she was aware it was what she had wanted, it was so intense that she was now in fear it might do her irreparable harm. The thought passed through her mind that she could even die. It was becoming so intense she was scared and wanted to scream.

She wanted to tell him to stop as nothing had ever felt this way before. This was the most profound sexual experience she had ever had. She knew that anything beyond this might kill her. This was the best she would ever have and it was now upon her, sending her emotionally, beyond the stars. 

Linda fully expected her body to explode, as the sex drugs released in to her system. She wanted to scream, but couldn't. As her emotions broke loose she began to cry and giggle like a little girl on Christmas morning, large tears emanated from her gorgeous blue eyes, as the relief flowed through her body. Her heart was beating way beyond the point where the doctors would have said, "Oh my God."

Richard's last thrust was wasted on her, as she was already completely and totally satisfied for the first time in her young life. Wow she thought, was her mother ever telling a lie when she had explained the facts of life to her. "Linda," she said, "Sex is a very uncomfortable, but a necessary part of life. Without it, a woman cannot have a baby, and her husband would eventually leave her if she did not perform her wifely duties, and allow him to climb on top of her at least twice a month. It is a disgusting event that no woman desires; however the fortunate part is, that it doesn't usually last very long. Any questions?"

"Doesn't anybody like it mom?"

"Just men, prostitutes and of course people without any intelligence. People who have nothing better with which to spend their idle time. Usually it is the people who don't read, or understand the finer things in life. Remember don't ever let a boy touch you as you will get pregnant with his bastard child."

She recalled her fear when Bobby Hutchinson, bumped into her in the school hallway the very next day. He was a horrible boy and she didn't want to have his baby. She ran to the office of the school nurse, not knowing where else to turn. When she explained what her mother had said, and about Bobby bumping into her, it was all Miss. Conner the nurse, could do to keep from laughing. "Trust me Linda, it takes a little more than a minor collision in the hallway with a boy for you to get pregnant."

The nurse hauled out some medical books, and showed Linda diagrams of cut away forms, then explained the exact process of intercourse. She was very professional and technical in her explanation, however left out the all-important facts of how a girl would actually feel doing it. 

Linda was both relieved and appalled at the situation and would have probably become a nun, except for the fact that she witnessed her parents, involved in a love making session a few days later, when she had gone into the kitchen for a glass of water. 

It was about eleven o'clock at night and Linda heard, muffled moans coming from her parent's room. She peeked through the space in the door, to see if something was wrong. Linda was surprised to see her Dad lying on his back and her Mother sitting on top of him moving fast, front to back moaning,

"Come on Frank fuck me. Make me cum. Shove your hard cock into my pussy. Fuck me Frank ... Fuck me hard."

Linda's Dad lay there, being ridden like a prize stud bull, his hands up squeezing her Mother's breasts, his eyes locked on her large titties. "I'm cuming Frank. Do it harder. Fill me with your cum lover, Fuck me Frank."

Linda then quietly returned to her bed, however after what she had witnessed, she was unable to sleep for some time. She lay there thinking she would never sleep again. He mother had not told her the truth, and she would never trust her again as long as she lived.

While her parents were doing it, her Mom sounded as though she were actually enjoying it. Why, Linda wondered did her Mother lie to her? This brought all sorts of questions and she was determined to find the answers. She knew of course, not to ever ask her mother anything again. It was passed three in the morning when she finally fell asleep.

Linda now in total fulfillment, didn't move and remained on her stomach on the pillow, in hopes that Richard would move next to her and hold her. After the experience she had just had, she really needed to be held. As though she had mental telepathy, Richard lay down next to her and pulled her into his arms. He was still breathing heavy and said nothing, however his massive arms holding her tight close to him, told her everything she wanted to know.

At eight o'clock, they looked at each other and smiled. Linda said,

"It is just too bad, that can't be taught in class. I think there would be a lot fewer people getting a divorce."

"Maybe," He said, "Are you ready to get out of bed? I'm hungry."

"Me too. I thought for a while we would just lay here until we passed on. People would always refer to us as those lovers in Belmont Shores, who couldn't stop making love long enough to eat." Richard chuckled and gave her a light smack on her tight behind. He then got out of bed and went into the bathroom. When she heard the shower running, she thought, Oooo Goodie."

Totally naked she skip-walked into the bathroom behind Richard, and slid her arms around him, then began to kiss him on his back. When he didn't react, she dropped to her knees, sliding her hands around to his cock, and then bit him on his butt cheek.

"Ouch ... that hurt. If you are that hungry, let's get a quick shower so I can take you out and feed you."

"I'm not really that hungry for ... food anyway," she said, still holding his cock in a death grip, now slowly stroking it.

"I don't do that for a living you know."

"Maybe you should. I know a bunch of rich sorority girls at Alpha Pi, who would pay well for your services. I don't have much money, but it is all yours, if you want it."

"Sweetie, my services aren't for sale, but you can have me anytime you want, night or day, no charge. Right now, however I want to take a shower so we can go to San Diego." Richard said as he turned around and looked down at her.

Linda knelt on the floor, frowning up at him like a little girl who had just been told, that there was no Easter Bunny. He reached under her arms and gently lifted her to her feet. She just stood there, while he adjusted the water to a comfortable temperature. He turned and looked at her frowning then said,

"If we are going to take a shower, you have to let go of the hulk."

"Mine!" She said defiantly.

"Yes, even though it is attached to me, it belongs to you. Now can we take a shower?"

Richard made a suave gesture with his arm, indicating ladies first. She got into the shower, her glistening body still glowing from perspiration. He followed her and picked up a bottle of shampoo. Pouring a little in his hand he began scrubbing it into her wet hair. She hadn't had her hair washed since she was little, and it was very nice. 

The man was so wonderful, doing everything to make her happy. She believed that this is what real love was. She would do anything in her power to make him happy, and believed he would do the same for her.

As he was over six feet, and she was just barley, five and a half feet tall, it wasn't even necessary for her to bend down, so he could rinse the soap out of her hair. After using a conditioner, he rinsed her hair again. He then took a bar of soap, and made a thick lather in his hands.

Beginning with her shoulders he washed, and then soaped her neck. His massive hands felt like a pair of giant teddy bear claws, washing and massaging, relaxing her muscles, and providing sensual stimulation to her body. When he moved his hands down to her succulent titties, she just smiled as though she had a secret she was not going to tell him. 

The movement of his hands on her breasts was creating a desire in her pussy again that she couldn't ignore. She was going to get him, and she was sure that he knew it.

He scrubbed her back methodically, like the guys at the local car wash. She bet her car never felt this good however. Washing her butt cheeks, he told her to bend over a little. When she did as he asked he said,

"Spread 'Em."

He sounded about as romantic as an ARMY sergeant in a whorehouse on a twelve hour pass. She moved her feet apart and felt a soapy hand slide between her legs, washing her crotch. This was the preverbal "straw" that busted the camel's butt. 

There was no way she was going anywhere until he fucked her at least one more time. Without as much as a thank you maim for the soapy feel up, he moved his hands down her thighs, making her pussy tingle even more. Was he attempting to drive her into a nut house, as he was making her crazy?

No questions would be asked, if he wanted her to kill for him. She was his sex junky, and he was her drug of choice. Richard then sat her down on the small seat, and knelt down on the spongy shower mat. He then began to wash her feet.

He probably didn't know it, but to Linda this was one of the highest tributes a man could show a woman. It was a real sign of love. This astonishingly sexy man was doing what few men would ever do, unless they honestly loved a woman. After directing the showerhead toward her feet and legs, he stood back admiring his work then said,

"Squeaky clean. You can get out and dry off so I can wash myself."

She smiled and thought, 'Not on your life Mister. It is my turn now.' She shook her head and took the soap from his hand. Kneeling down, she began at his feet, and worked up. He just stood there as she washed everything in sight. His feet, his ankles, and then worked her way up his thick muscled thighs. She said,

"Spread Em," attempting to echo his command when he was washing her. As she washed his butt, he flexed and laughed a little. She was pleased to know his butt was ticklish. That information may come in handy at some later date. She then took a soapy finger, and with the skill of a proctologist she inserted a finger two knuckles deep into his anus. Richard said only one word,

"Hey!"

To which Linda replied,

"We want to be clean, don't we?"

Moving around to the other side, her soapy hand lovingly caressed his testicles, soaping them gently. This was no quick move on her part. She soaped and washed his balls for several minutes until she saw a reaction. The hulk was getting hard. 

She then moved both of her soapy hands and began stroking Richard's cock. When she finally had it clean, his penis was up, hard and pointing toward her. She wasn't sure about Richard, but the hulk was ready.

Although at this point, she just wanted to say, 'stick it in me baby, and fuck your mama', she ran water over him cleaning the soap off the object of her desire. When she knew it was clean, she leaned forward and kissed the hulk's head, then slid her lips over it and slowly, agonizingly began to suck. Richard grabbed the showerhead to keep from falling.

Her mouth was now in control and her sucking was dictating what would happen next. As Richard began to move his hips, literally, fucking her mouth, she stopped and stood up. He stared at her with fire in his eyes, not knowing what she was going to do. Linda smiled, turned her back on him, and bent over grabbing hold of the shower seat, however said nothing.

Seconds later, she felt a very large object, being shoved into her vagina. He was fucking her again, just as she wanted. Still wet and slippery, Richard grabbed her hair and pulled shoving his penis, deep into her. She became concerned as in just over a few minutes, her feelings of the Earth shattering orgasm she had earlier, had returned. It was going to happen again. No small climaxes; no quickies.

Was every sexual encounter going to be a massive one like this morning? Linda wasn't sure if she could stand having sex like that all of the time. She loved the way he did it to her, but it had been so much and she had almost completely lost control. 

Linda thought, that it might be like having a large pizza at every meal. It would taste great, but it would just be way too much.

She was beginning to worry. It had just been a minute or two and she was cuming. Were she and Richard becoming so close that he could make her cum that quick? She loved the idea of him causing her to climax, but if she did it every few minutes, and it took him thirty to forty; she would be useless when he was finally done. 

Over the next ten minutes he got her off four or five times. She had lost count, and the Genie was out of the bottle. The old cliché was true. Be careful what you wish for, as you might just get it.

Richard was moving fast and accelerating. Just as she was about to cum again, he stiffened and squirted into her. She couldn't believe when her pussy sprayed her juice onto his cock that she was actually glad it was over. Although he didn't pull out of her immediately, she knew that he was satisfied.

The realization that the water was still running over their bodies, brought them back to reality. His cock began to return to its normal size, which was still large, and he pulled it from her stretched vagina. Linda turned around, moved her body in close to him and held him tight. She kissed his chest as he reached for the control and turned the shower off.

"Sweetie," he said, "If we keep this up all day, we won't even get to breakfast, let alone San Diego. Was this a way of telling me that you didn't want to go?"

"No ... I want to go Richard. I just needed you ... bad."

"Are you okay now? If you get that feeling in the restaurant during breakfast, they will throw us out."

"I'm ... fine now ... very fine, in fact. Let's get dressed so we can go."

Richard picked up a large towel and began to rub her, almost too hard. When she was dry he told her to go into the bedroom and get dressed, as he didn't want to watch her putting on her panties, or even getting dressed for that matter.

As she was slipping into a pair of light blue short-shorts, she wondered if she should visit her Gynecologist to see if there was a new problem with her sex drive. 

It was almost getting to the point where she would cum every time he snapped his fingers, and just one of his special glances toward her made her panties damp. She wouldn't trade him for the world.




Sex Surrogate Ch. 04



To Be Continued ...



Sex Surrogate Ch. 05



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Richard and Linda sat across from each other in Mimi's restaurant sipping their coffee. They were both smiling, recalling how they had spent their morning. Every time Richard yawned, Linda would giggle.

"Are you tired?" she asked.

"Maybe a little. Why?"

"Well it's a long way to drive to San Diego and then back by this evening."

"What makes you think we are coming back tonight?"

"Tomorrow is Monday. Class ... you lecture, I listen. Remember?"

"I also remember Monday is September 5th, Labor Day. No classes, remember?"

"Labor Day ... I forgot; but I didn't pack anything. We have to go back to your place." 

"No way little girl. If you get me back there, we will never leave. Later we can pick up a swimsuit and some other clothes for you."

"You just bought me clothes in Laguna. Why didn't you tell me? I could have packed them. You have already spent too much money on me."

"Maybe I should have, but I wanted this to be a surprise ... SURPRISE!" Said Richard waiving his hands, palms facing her, side to side like a singer in an old minstrel show."

"Funny ... but as the saying goes, don't quit your day job."

"Don't worry about the money. The trip is on my brother, James. The clothes will be on the expense account he gave me. James wants me to meet a client, for him. Actually I'm supposed to be James. We aren't going to talk about business. The meeting is more social than anything else. We are supposed to meet the guy on his yacht."

"Why didn't James go himself?" asked Linda.

"He is in love again and off to Cabo San Lucas, with his girlfriend de jour. Knowing him he will probably come back married. How he ever got ahead in business, thinking the way he does, I'll never understand."

"Okay, I'm yours for whatever scam you and your brother want to pull."

"It's not a scam. A scam is a swindle and unlawful. We are just meeting one of his clients."

"You mean ... one of your clients, James."

"Maybe a little scam, but nobody is being cheated," said Richard.

After breakfast they got into Richard's Porsche, and headed south on the Coast Highway. Richard placed a CD in the player. When one particular track came on, Linda began moving her butt in the seat, and did a little dance, her shoulders moving in all directions.

"What is that Richard? It really makes me want to move."

"That's a group called 'Euge Groove' aka Steve Grove. He plays a mean sax, doesn't he? The track is called 'From The Top.' He is young but very talented. Some of his tracks have 'rap' in them, so I don't buy those."

"If you buy an album, don't all the tracks come whether you want them or not?"

"No not really. I get all of my music from the Internet. You can download a whole album if you want or just various tracks. All you have to do is pick the tracks you want, and download them to your computer. Later you can burn them to a disc."

Linda was really moving to the music when Richard said,

"If you keep moving your butt that way, you're going to wear out that leather seat. You are also going to awaken the hulk. We don't want that do we?"

"Oh I wouldn't mind," said Linda, raising her eyebrows. "It has been several hours you know."

"Exactly three hours and seventeen minutes. You can wait until we reach the hotel, can't you?"

"I guess," she said, moving her lips to the side in a small gesture of defiance, "where are we going to stay?"

"It is a hotel called the "Catamaran" in Mission bay. I thought I told you. I understand that it has a beautiful view of the ocean."

It was a typical Southern California day and Linda relaxed as he shifted into fourth gear. Eighty degrees, puffy clouds and the blue Pacific Ocean to her right, as the black Porsche sped south, passed the bright red bougainvillea plants, which lined the highway. She now understood what the poet meant when he wrote, 

"All is right with the world."

Glancing at his watch, Richard said,

"It's almost ten, and we are coming into Laguna Beach. All the shops will be open. Would you like to stop and pick up some clothes there?"

Linda smiled a little crooked smile, her deep dimples accentuating her beautifully tanned face. She muttered,

"Shopping is my middle name. You don't have to ask me twice. I really liked that little boutique, on the left just passed the Art gallery. I can't recall the name, but I can show you where it is."

"To the boutique, Macduff," said Richard, thrusting his hand in the air as if he were holding a sword.

"Who is Macduff?"

"Actually the quote is, 

'Lay on, Macduff, And dammed be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!' 

"In Shakespeare's Macbeth, they are his last words, meaning something like 'Go for it, Macduff, let's fight to the death!', before Macduff kills MacBeth in combat. I guess sometimes, you just bring out the silliness in me."

It was wonderful, she thought. Her Psychology professor, who she originally believed to be, stuffy, straight laced and dull, turned out to be a strong, sexy, handsome intelligent man with a sense of humor. As her cousin Lila, who was from Tennessee used to say, 'She was in Hog heaven.' 

Linda found the store and it only took her a half hour to pick out everything she would need for the trip. Against her better judgment, Richard made her choose an expensive cocktail dress for the evening. He even had her pick out some very sexy, black 'fuck me' shoes. Most girls know that if they wear a certain type of stiletto high heal shoe, it was almost a guaranteed that they would be fucked before the evening was out. It's an old trick many girls use that seldom fails.

She felt a little guilty when she saw the total on the cash register and frowned at Richard. He just smiled and displayed his brother's VISA card, then whispered to her, 

"Five hundred thousand per ..."

She nodded her head and smiled, knowing Richard was right. If his brother could give him a Porsche and an expensive entertainment center, he wouldn't be bothered by a few hundred dollars worth of clothes. With everything packed away in a suitcase Richard had purchased in the store, he put everything it in the trunk of the car and they took off again, destination San Diego. It was twelve forty five when the little sports car pulled into the circle driveway of the Catamaran Resort on Mission Bay. Richard touched her shoulder and said,

"Wake up little girl. We're here." 

Linda opened her eyes and saw two bellmen placing their clothes on a wheeled rack, as a doorman wearing a red uniform opened her door, and extended a white-gloved hand to assist her in alighting from the car. The hotel was beautiful, and exotic. Lush tropical plants and flowers were everywhere. There were two black swans in a pond near the driveway. 

As they walked into the lobby, she saw several multi colored macaw parrots, each one sitting on its own perch. This was the first time Linda had ever been in a first class hotel, unless you want to count the time she was a bride's maid at a sorority sister's wedding. 

The bride and groom weren't scheduled to get married prior to graduation, however as it often occurs in the very best of families, Jennifer, the bride was two months pregnant. Seven months later it was announced by the proud Grandparents that their little girl was a mother of a "preemie", eight-pound, seven-ounce boy. 

The baby was named Zachary, after his Grandfather and Marion after a very rich great aunt. Linda couldn't help thinking that the pour little guy, with a name like Zachary Marion Delaney, would be punched silly every day at school during recess.

Richard registered and picked up two card keys, handing one to Linda. They were guided to the elevator by a bellman, who escorted them to the sixth floor. The room was spacious and had a wall-to-wall, floor to ceiling picture window, with a balcony outside. 

The blue Pacific Ocean was just walking distance from the hotel. Their room looked down on a large swimming pool, and hot tub both with a tropical motif. The hotel was purported to have an award-winning rooftop restaurant, with a panoramic view of Mission Bay, and the Pacific Ocean.

Richard gave the bellman a tip then asked Linda,

"Are you hungry?"

"No ... we just ate," then she whispered as the bellman closed the door, "Would you like to play some naked games?"

"We played naked games this morning in bed, and again in the shower."

"But Richard that was this morning. It's afternoon now."

"Right," he said looking at his watch, "1:01 to be exact. I thought maybe you would want to go to Sea World, or the Zoo, or something."

"After ..."

"After ... what?"

"After our ... naked games ... silly."

Linda was now standing in front of him, about an inch away, looking up into his face. Her bottom lip was extended pouting, almost as though a bee had stung it. Her hands were on his butt pulling him in to her and she was flashing her eyes as sexy as she could, attempting to entice him into bed. 

When he smiled, Linda began to unbuckle his belt. As she unzipped his pants, she let them fall to the floor. Linda then hooked her thumbs into his jockey shorts and slid them down his legs. Gently she pushed him back until he was seated on the side of the king sized bed. 

Quickly Linda removed his pants and underpants, then his shoes and socks. Except for his polo shirt, Richard was naked. The hulk was standing straight up, wondering what was going on, but ready for anything. 

She was on her knees, and was stroking him, gently pulling his loose skin over the top of his penis. His cock was the first she had ever seen that wasn't circumcised. She liked it, as it gave her more with which to work. 

When she moved her mouth to his cock, Richard groaned, then reached down and stroked her golden hair. She began to suck, unconcerned about the outside world and only interested in one thing. She was hooked on sex with Richard and nothing else mattered at this time. 

As she sucked harder her dimples deepened, and she squeezed his testicles lightly, pumping his cock with her other hand. To her his penis was delicious and she was looking forward to him cuming in her mouth. The taste of his semen was always good, and varied slightly from one session to another.

"Take off your clothes and come up on the bed sweetie. Get on top of me so I can lick your pussy while you do that." 

Linda smiled ... her favorite number ... 69. She was going to suck him and he was going to eat her pussy. Quickly she disrobed, throwing her clothes in all directions and got on the bed placing her moist cunt over his face. 

As she began to suck again, she jumped when Richard's wet tongue attempted to slip into her tight vagina. She was still tender from this morning, but it would be okay ... in fact she knew that it would be fantastic. 

He licked the inside of her thighs, within an inch of her pussy. He was so good to her, concerned primarily with her enjoyment. She became ecstatic when his warm mouth began sucking on her labia. Just a few months ago she had given her virginity to whatever his name was. She couldn't even remember who he was now. In fact every man before Richard was a nothing more than a faint blur. As far as Linda was concerned, there was nobody worth thinking about before Richard.

He was her man and she wanted him to know it. She began sucking him harder in hopes they would cum at the same time, but as his mouth licked and sucked her clitoris, she would loose concentration and hesitate, and then stop sucking all together for a few seconds, due to the overwhelming feelings emanating from her pussy. 

Richard was a pro when it came to eating her out. Her heart would beat to the breaking point, and feelings of extreme pleasure and light pain would course through her body, not allowing her to think or even make a decision, as to whether she wanted him to slow down, or even stop for a few seconds. 

Her body was his to do with as he pleased. She was on top of him, her legs spread wide as this wonderful man sucked and licked, elevating her to a new level of sensuality yet unknown to her. There was nothing she could do. There was nothing she wanted to do, but allow him to suck her until her juice discharged in his face. She wondered if there were a lot of women who were privileged to have someone like Richard, who would suck their pussies and make them cum, until they could no longer think straight. 

Her back had a little twinge of pain and pleasure. It was the first sign that she was well on her way to an orgasm. There was a funny ticklish sensation in her thighs and, almost a humming or buzzing in her pussy. The excitement at this point was practically unbearable. She didn't know whether to laugh, cry or both.

It was fabulous to be a woman she thought, as there were so many feelings during a really good sexual encounter, with a man who cared for you; so much different than some guy just looking for his own animal satisfaction. 

The feeling was so good that as she came, she could have died and not cared. At that point she wasn't worried about anything. As the cum leaked from her pussy a feeling of euphoria spread through her insides and she relaxed. It felt like all of her organs moved back into place. Now she could complete her quest and make Richard cum in her mouth. 

Although she had cum and he knew it, Richard continued to kiss her pussy lips, and suck gently on her clitoris. She was trying hard to concentrate on the thick penis in her mouth, however he was not allowing her to do so. He was holding the sides of her head and fucking her mouth, which made her, feel wonderful. She couldn't wait for his discharge to be on her tongue. She had always found it strange why some girls didn't want to suck their boyfriends. 

It couldn't be the taste. Maybe it was because the cum had a consistency of raw oysters, or mucus. Linda felt it was delicious and she craved more of it. A few drops, of pre-cum dribbled out onto her tongue, then seconds later about a tablespoon of creamy sperm, which was a lot for Richard, shot out of his pee hole into her mouth. Linda swirwiled the liquid around with her tongue, and when he looked at her, she smiled and swallowed his cum letting it slowly ease down her throat in to her tummy. 

"Mmmmmmm!" she said, as she now finally felt complete. Her juice was in his mouth, working into his system, and his was in her stomach. She felt they were really connected on a higher level whenever they had oral sex.

Linda rolled off of Richard and lay on her back. He turned around and moved in close to her, and then cuddled up next to her taking her face in his hands, and kissed her lovingly. Although they had both been sucking on each other's private parts, they showed no concern regarding the taste on each other's lips. 

When they began French kissing, their tongues explored each other's mouth. Linda moved her mouth to Richard ear and began to slip it into his canal. At this point Richard was becoming excited again, and although he had just come in her mouth, his penis was again stirring back to life.

Richard began kissing her neck, then down her chest, to her titties. Taking a swollen nipple into his mouth, he began to suck lightly. With both of her hands she ran her fingers through his hair and caressed his head. His sucking on her breasts was exciting her and she hoped they would make love again. When Richard got on his knees between her legs, she knew it was going to happen, and said a little thank you player to the god of sex. 

His hands now braced on the bed next to both sides of her shoulders, he started lowering himself, his penis closing in on her wet vagina. Linda reached down and took hold of the thick member and guided it into her tight pussy. She loved the feeling of his cock filling her up. Methodically, Richard began fucking Linda again. The friction and warmth of his penis made her feel excited loved and cared for. 

Linda tried, but could not fathom the idea, of having sex with anyone else. He was the perfect mate and always made her feel like she was the only woman in the world. He was now moving very fast, his penis sliding in an out of her wet cunt. Moving her arms from her sides, she placed them on the small of his back. Holding him tight, she then thrust her hips up to meet his pounding pelvis. Linda knew that it would only be a matter of time that they would both begin to squirt their juices'. 

Her excitement began to build as he shoved into her harder and faster. She was ready again, and realized that their lovemaking seemed to be getting better. She wasn't sure why, but the whole experience was more intents that this morning. Now she was loosing track of her thoughts. He was very good at doing this, and she was so happy that she had originally talked him into it. 

Her climax was building once more, and she felt her pussy begin to dribble. He had always made her climax, and she felt sorry for any woman doesn't have an orgasm every time. 

As she lay there being so wonderfully fucked by her teacher, she began to squeeze her pussy muscles, around his thick penis. He moaned and couldn't hold back anymore. When he shot his cum into her, she squirted like a kid's squirt gun, spraying Richard's cock with her juices.

To Be Continued ... 



Sex Surrogate Ch. 06



Linda and Richard cleaned up and got dressed. It was now almost two o'clock. After obtaining information as to the location of Sea World, Richard drove with Linda, down the main highway and got off at the Sea World off ramp. 

After getting their tickets they walked in and began looking at some of the different shows and exhibits. Richard was surprised when Linda hesitated walking through the underground shark tank. It seems as though she had seen "Jaws" when she was a little girl, and had formed a distinct phobia about them. As they walked through the underground exhibit, she was very nervous and held on to him tightly. As soon as they were out she said,

"Thank God that's over. I hate those things."

"I guess that precludes us swimming in the ocean then," said Richard.

"No. You can go as much as you want. I'll be happy to watch you from the beach. I have to work on my tan anyway."

Next they went to the penguin exhibit, and Linda laughed at the antics of the penguins, then she whispered,

"Richard, I was laughing so hard, that I almost peed my pants, and I think I'd better go to the restroom."

When she came out of the ladies room, she said she was hungry and wondered if they could get a bite to eat. He agreed and they went looking for a restaurant. After checking the internal map of Sea World, they found a hot dog stand where they served giant, Kosher Hot Dogs. 

They ordered two, one with chili for her, and one with sauerkraut for him. With their two sodas, they sat on a bench under a tree and ate. Linda looked at the Hot Dog, which was enormous and said,

"I wonder where I could pick up some of these?"

"You like them?"

"There great and when we are not together, I could really use one. They are almost a big as you. I think I would like to pick up about a dozen."

"With a dozen of those things, you won't need me anymore."

"There not all for me. On a slow weekend in the house, I can sell them to my sorority sisters for ten bucks each. These are so much better than vibrators or dildos. These are almost like the real thing. Richard, pull out the "hulk" so I can compare the size."

She then laughed like a schizophrenic who had just told the other self a joke. 

"The only problem with this is when I suck on it, all I get is chili."

When they finished eating they walked toward the "Skytower ride". While waiting in a very long line, a young football player was talking very loud and using every obscene word he could think of, apparently to impress his buddies. 

"So what happened then Brad?" One of his friends asked, 

"I just fucked her again," said the overweight athlete. "When her mom came into her room and caught us, I asked her if she wanted to join in. She ran out of the room crying. It was the funniest thing you have ever saw." 

"Have ever seen," said Richard correcting Brad.

"Who the fuck are you old man?"

"Do I have to be someone to correct your poor speech?"

"You better be more than just what you look like," said Brad.

"Bradly there are a lot of women and children around to you. Maybe you should quiet down a little, and use fewer obscenities."

"Hey bitch," said Brad looking at Linda, "Is this yo' daddy. Did he finally bring his little girl to Sea World after all these years? Why don't yo' come with me and I'll show yo' a good time."

"Apologize to her immediately," said Richard quietly in a stern voice.

"Or what you gonna' do old man?" asked Brad looking at his buddies for adulation. 

"Well first I'll have your so called friends take you to the restroom and change your diapers. I've never seen anyone so big act so much like a baby. What's the matter Bradley, don't Mommy and Daddy let you out very often?" 

"Fuck you old man." Bradley said as he cocked his arm back as though he was going to throw a pass.

Linda said, "No Richard don't." As she fully expected the three hundred ponder to knock Richard down. Brad then let loose with a right cross, however as his fist came within a foot of Richard, the ex-seal moved his hand so fast that nobody saw it. Richard caught Brad's hand in mid flight. It sounded like a baseball bat connecting a fastball with a solid whack. As Richard kept Brad's hand from moving in any direction, he said, 

"Now Bradley I want you to apologize to the young lady … in fact I want you to apologize to everyone who was offended by your just being here. I giving you this last warning Bradley … do it now."

"You know old ma…"

Suddenly Brad was down on his knees screaming like a three year old that had been sent to bed without dessert. Richard was bending his fingers back, and the only sound anyone could hear besides Brad's crying was Brad's knuckles cracking as several of the bones broke in his hand.

"You don't want me to ask you again, do you Bradley?" asked Richard calmly.

"Nooo!"

"No … what Bradley?"

"No Sir?"

"Very good. Now what were you going to do?"

Tears were streaming out of the oversized young man's eyes as he said, 

"I'm sorry?"

"For what Bradley?"

"I'm sorry … for … for the way I acted, and what I said."

"And you will never ………"

"and I'll never do it again?"

"Very good Bradley," said Richard. "Now apologize to the young lady."

"I'm so sorry mam. Honestly I really didn't mean to offend anyone. Please forgive me."

When Linda nodded her head and frowned at the football player, Richard let him stand slowly. He then got close to the young man and whispered to him seriously,

"You are very lucky you didn't anger me, as I might have killed you."

Brad just looked at Richard with fear in his eyes holding his broken right hand with his left. 

'Guys," said Richard to Brad's two friends, "I think he hurt himself. Maybe you should take him to the doctor's office. Somebody should really look at his hand."

His friends said nothing, but nodded their heads in agreement and told Brad they had better go. Quickly they headed for the main gate at a very fast pace. Richard looked at the Skytower ride and said,

"I believe it is our turn now Linda."

Some of the crowd around them began to applaud. Richard took Linda's hand and said,

"I'm sorry sweetie. Sometimes it is just too much to take. Boys who act that way should on occasion be shown that being a moron, might be detrimental to their health." 

"Richard you were wonderful. Don't ever apologize for coming to my rescue."

They boarded the skytower ride and sat down. The giant machine slowly began to rise, and move around the shaft, allowing everyone to see for a hundred miles in all directions. 

Except for the fifteen minutes, Richard was on the phone with Mister Yackamura, setting up a meeting time for the following day, they spent the remainder checking out the park. They saw the "Killer Whales" which included "Shamoo" and several others being put through their paces. 

They rode on the skyride over the bay and saw the sea otter show. When Richard saw Linda yawn he suggested they leave, and return to the hotel. As they left Linda wondered if Bradley's hand would ever function again properly. She bet that he would watch his mouth in the future, as he would never know if somebody might turn out to be another Richard.

Arriving back at the hotel at six fifteen, Richard said, 

"I want you to wear that new black dress we bought in Laguna, with those black high heel shoes. I made reservations at the restaurant, for eight."

Linda was told to take her shower first as they didn't have any time for naked games. She reluctantly went into the bathroom and took her shower. After she got out Richard took a shower and quickly began to get dressed. It was seven forty-five as they waited for the elevator to take them to the restaurant. Richard looked at Linda and said,

"You are so beautiful … I."

"Thank you Richard you look very nice also. I like your suit. The black goes so well with your lime green shirt and matching tie."

The elevator took them to the top floor, where the maitre d' seated them. Richard looked at the menu and asked, if Linda liked Chateaubriand? When she looked at him quizzically, he said, It's a double thick, tender center cut of beef tenderloin, similar to Filet mignon, only in my opinion better. They prepare it for two; with bake potato and roasted asparagus, and a small salad if you like; crème Brule for dessert."

"Sounds wonderful Richard."

"Then I'll order for the two of us … okay?" Linda nodded her head and reached for a French roll the waiter had placed on the table. In just a few minutes the waiter took their order, and ask if they wanted wine. Richard said they would like a bottle of "Dom Perignon" Champagne 1996 vintage.

When the wine arrived the wine steward poured each of them some in a tall flute glass. There was no mention of Linda's Identification, as she was dressed to the hilt and looked to be at least twenty-five. Richard raised his glass and said, "To the girl of my dreams."

Linda mumbled, "Thank you," and touched glasses with Richard. The two glasses coming together made a beautiful chime sound, which hung in the air as they sipped the fine Champagne.

In just a few minutes, the salads were there and they began to eat. The food was some of the best she had eaten, and she now had new admiration for this man. When dinner was complete, they went back down stairs. It was nine thirty-five.

Richard went to the desk clerk and picked up his reservations for a ten o'clock cruise. The Bahia Belle, a turn of the century Mississippi-style sternwheeler boat featured dancing, live music including swinging blues and great dance music for everyone to enjoy. The boat cruises the waters of Mission Bay, making stops at the Bahia and Catamaran Resort Hotels during the evening. 

The evening was balmy as Richard and Linda stood on the pier, waiting for the boat to dock. When they got onboard he took her to a seat by the bar and ordered two Pina Colada's, a drink in which the boat is famous. As the boat pulled away from the pier, the live band began to play and a gorgeous African American girl started to sing. 

"I don't usually like vocals, however she is very good," said Richard sipping his drink. "Would you like to dance?"

"I would love to dance with you Rickey."

He stood and held out his hand. The bay was very calm and without looking at the passing lights on the shore, it was hard to tell the boat was moving. The singer did a very good impression of Ella Fitzgerald, and crooned to the slow sensual beat. 

Richard held Linda tight, his hand just two inches above her beautiful rounded butt. As she didn't want to show a panty line she had worn no panties, and he knew it. Pulling her in close to him she felt the hulk, rubbing against her tummy. She was getting hot also and her pussy was becoming very moist. 

The music ended and they went back to their table. The drink was going to Linda's head, and she was feeling very good. She knew she would feel better later, when Richard's cock was deep in her vagina, fucking her hard. She had to be careful, as without panties, there was nothing to stop her juice from dribbling down her leg. She was pleased she was wearing a black dress. 

"Did I mention how lovely you are?"

"Thank you Rickey. I had to look good, as you are very handsome. Do you know that you are getting me hot," she whispered leaning in close to him. 

Richard leaned toward Linda and kissed her. Not just a quick peck, but a wet French kiss that made her neck tingle, and gave her goose bumps. The kiss would go into her record book as one of the best she had ever had. His tongue was welcomed in her mouth, and she sucked on it as she would have done to his thick penis. 

"Rickey," she asked, "How long will we be on this boat?"

"Why aren't you enjoying the cruise?" "Oh yes, but I had in mind another "ride" I would like to be on with you." She said with a faint smile, her deep dimples giving her motives away.

"The boat goes to the Bahia Resort Hotel, then back to the Catamaran, where we will disembark."

"She leaned in to his ear and whispered, "Disembark … is that another word for fuck?"

He just smiled and shook his head almost imperceptibly from side to side. She looked at him with an innocent, quizzical gaze and asked, 

"What, did I say something wrong?"

The band was really getting into it and playing a Dixieland jazz piece, that the "Firehouse Five plus Two" band had made famous years ago. There was just one young couple on the dance floor, doing the "jitterbug" to the music, however most of the couples remained in their seats. 

Linda was having a difficult time struggling with her thoughts remembering the wonderful felling of Richard's mouth on her bare pussy, sucking her clit, and licking her pussy lips. Recalling his tongue darting into her vagina.

Suddenly Richard reached out and grabbed her arm. She hadn't felt anything however she was about to fall out of her chair. 

"Are you okay, beautiful? No more drinks for you. Can you walk?"

"I think so. Why?"

"Come on," said Richard standing and holding out his hand. "You need some air."

He walked her to the nearest exit and they went out on deck. The cool breeze of Mission bay, touched her face in an affectionate manner, as she breathed the salt filled musky air deep into her lungs, her titties bulging out another cup size.

"I'm sorry Rickey, everything was too much I guess. The drink, and earlier the Champagne. I guess I'm just not used to so much booze."

"It's okay sweetie. How do you feel now?"

"I'm alright now. The air out here is wonderful. Is that the Bahia Resort?"

The boat was coming into the pier where a large group of people, dressed in tuxedos and evening dresses were waiting. Then Linda realized that there was a young girl in a very white flowing wedding dress. She had a tight grip on a young man, who was wearing a rented tuxedo. 

She knew it was rented, as it was much too large for his fragile frame. The girl was smiling from ear to ear, however the young man had the look of an inmate, from death row walking slowly toward the green door. 

Richard suggested they move to the front of the boat and out of the way of the crowd. Except for the groom, Linda had never seen a happier group. They went inside, and Linda felt bad for the young man as he looked toward her with fear in his eyes, subconsciously begging for somebody to intervene in his behalf. She truly believed that the last time he would ever make a decision was this afternoon, when he said, "I do."

She then looked up at Richard and knew in her heart, he would never get married. There was no real need for it, and there were too many other things to take into consideration. She knew that he enjoyed their life together and if she had broached the subject of marriage, he would probably have said, 

"Well thanks, but no thanks."

Who knows she thought, maybe somewhere down the road? She knew it was just too soon, right now. As the boat pulled away from the Bahia pier she felt like a little girl who was promised a trip to Disneyland, but was moving toward the fun at three miles an hour. 

Linda's pussy ached for Richard. Couldn't they do it there in the front of the boat, or down in the engine room. It would be easy she thought after all she wasn't wearing any panties to get in the way, not that panties ever stopped them before. 

"Richard can we go into the bathroom or somewhere? I really need you."

"We will be back at the hotel in about forty five minutes. You will be all right. Just relax and try not to think about it."

Easy for him, he wasn't a twenty-year-old girl who needed a cock. He didn't have a dripping pussy. She felt that it was the woman's fault over the centuries that they had not told the men how much they really wanted and needed sex. 

Sure some married ladies were whores in their bedrooms with their husbands, but most men always thought that women really were doing them a favor, or they were doing it to have children, and didn't want or need the pleasure of it. No wonder there were so many people who were screwed up in the world. Linda held onto Richard's strong arm as the boat glided across the bay.

"Linda, look at the lights of the buildings reflecting in the water. Beautiful aren't they?"

'Yah … right she thought … lights. That would take her mind off his nice thick hard cock and mind-blowing sex. Damn this boat is slow, she thought as it agonizingly slid toward their hotel and her satisfaction. God she thought, she loved fucking and everything connected with it.'

As the boat pulled up to the pier, Linda felt she could jump the last fifteen feet with Richard on her shoulders. She was so hot and horny; she thought everyone could see it, however she was outwardly cool and collected. The boat docked and they alighted. She was walking fast toward the elevator when Richard said,

"Slow down baby, we'll get there."

"You had better hurry," she said smiling, "or I'll start without you."

They stepped into the elevator, and Linda grabbed him, her arms around his waist, pulling him in tight.

"Sweetie," he said, "let me go a second. I can't reach the floor button."

"Oh, all right. Hurry."

The elevator door closed much to slow for Linda, then droned and she felt it slowly pull upward. It wouldn't be long now she thought, except it stopped on the third floor. Two passengers got on and Linda looked at them with daggers coming out of her eyes. Didn't they know how bad she needed to get to the room? 

The doors closed again slowly, and Linda moaned aloud. She hadn't been aware of it until the older couple looked at her in a strange manner. The elevator finally arrived at their floor and she grabbed his coat sleeve, attempting to pull him through the opening elevator doors.

Richard looked at the couple, smiled and mouthed the word,

"Bathroom."

The older couple smiled and nodded their heads understanding the poor girls plight, they believed. She stood at the door to their room, breathing hard, staring at Richard with pain in her narrowed, bloodshot eyes. 

She had the appearance of someone who required an exorcist, but he knew she just wanted some really good sex. Richard lifted his wallet from his jacket pocket and removed the key card. 

"Come on Rickey, hurry." She said with a frustrated groan.

As the door opened she pulled him by his sleeve, almost not letting him close and lock the door. She dragged him with her to the couch not wanting to waste any time going into the bedroom. She sat on the couch and as he stood in front of her, she unzipped his pants and pulled them to his ankles. She then jerked on his jockey shorts until they also fell down. He felt a little silly standing there; wearing his suit coat, dress shirt and tie, while the lower section of his suit was around his ankles. 

Linda grabbed his penis, which was not erect due to all of her wild activities. When she realized it was flaccid, she moaned loudly as though a friend had died. Quickly she grabbed hold of it and began to jack him off, then as it started to rise a little, although not fast enough for her, she took it in her mouth and sucked as hard as she could. 

When it began to rise significantly, she let go of it and took hold of the hem of her dress, pulling it up to her waist. When he saw her gorgeous pussy wide open and wet, he moved down and placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her vagina. 

As it touched the opening she groaned, with a frustrated cry and came, grabbing the couch and closing her eyes. 

"Oh God Richard," she said almost in tears, "shove it in me and fuck me … please … fuck me hard." 

Richard did as instructed and began moving deep into her. She reached up and loosened his tie, then pulled it over his head, catching it under his nose. As he continued moving in and out of her, he struggled to take off his suit jacket, and shirt. Her pussy was tightening around him when she came again. 




Sex Surrogate Ch. 06



However as she was still not completely satisfied she reached around and sunk her nails into his butt muscles, and at the same time wrapped her legs around his. In her enthusiastic manner her ass lifted off the couch as she fucked him back as hard as she could. They continued for another half hour, and after three more orgasms, Richard squirted inside of her. 

She was relieved and had she smoked, she would have had a cigarette at that moment, however she just pulled him down on top of her and kissed him long and wet in appreciation of what he had done for her.

"Thank you ... I really need that," she said, kissing him again.

"I could tell," he said smiling. "I don't think you will be having anymore alcoholic beverages. You are enough for me without being artificially stimulated." 

To Be Continued ...  



Sex Surrogate Ch. 07



Sex Surrogate Chapter 7

Linda was surprised, when she woke up early, as she and Richard had been making love until two in the morning. It was now 5:45 AM, and she stood by the window in a soft robe, looking out onto the pool and courtyard below. She wondered what was in store for the two of them and if they had a future together.  

This was only their fourth day together and she felt like she knew the man and everything about him. She was sure that he knew her also. It was funny how quickly they had come to know each other. Although she had been his student for the past several months, she still wondered how he really felt about her.

In the last three days they had the most wonderful sex she had ever experienced, however she really wasn’t sure of his feelings. There were several times in her past, that boyfriends expressed their love for her however she found out later, that it was only stated due to their need of her body. Linda couldn’t believe that Richard was that kind of man. He may not want to marry her, she thought but she knew that he did care for her, more than just the sex. She then thought about her own actions, and wondered if he felt she was just using him?

She jumped when she felt his arms around her waist, pulling her into him. He leaned down and kissed her on her neck. His kiss was warm and soft.  A chill of excitement ran down her back, and her heart began to beat quicker. She turned around and gave her lips to him willingly. Richard kissed her long and slow, holding her in his arms tightly. Their kisses became more intense with each passing second, and she felt his hard penis pushing into her tummy.

“Richard,” she asked, “would you like me to go back to bed with you?”

“Yes sweetie, I would.”

Taking his hand she led him back to the bed, and crawled on to it.  Richard told her to lie on her back, then moved his head slowly between her legs.  He kissed her thighs all the way to her crotch, and then began kissing and sucking her pussy. She laid back however said nothing. He was in his own little world, taking care of her needs.  

This was something that she treasured beyond all of the other things he did for her. As he sucked lightly on her labia, she moaned knowing he would take her to a wonderful orgasmic climax. Stroking his hair like a pet, Linda felt vulnerable with her legs spread wide open, but as she trusted him with her life, the vulnerability was minimal.

Her clitoris stood at attention like a little soldier during reveille. Richard moved his lips over it, and began to suck on it lovingly. Linda knew that she was well on her way to a wonderful “Richard Induced Orgasm”. She always loved everything that he did to her. When he shoved his tongue into her vagina she let out a light scream, and began to cum. As he sucked in her juice, and continued to pleasure her, she whispered,

“Ricky, come up here and do it to me. Push the hulk into my pussy. I need you honey. I want you to cum in me. Fuck me please.”

As he got up on his knees, he moved up and rested the head of his cock on her stomach. Linda took hold of it and pushed it down to her pussy lips, then pulled it up and down her slit making it wet and slippery. When she set the head of his cock at the entrance to her vagina, he pushed his hips forward, filling her. 

The feeling was a familiar, and a much needed one. Faster and faster he made love to her, kissing her as he pushed himself deep into her sacred passage. She wondered why men and women weren’t just connected to each other in a permanent sexual embrace. Then she thought it would be impossible to get anything else done. What they were doing was fine until somebody discovered something better.

Richard then moved away from her, and she wondered for a second what he was doing. He eased her over on to her stomach, and took one of the pillows shoving it under her belly, as she had done previously. Apparently he liked it that way. He eased himself back into her vagina, and a stronger feeling of lust came over her.

In this position, with her butt lifted off the bed, and Richard behind her, pulling up on her hips, he was rubbing his cock down hard against her G spot. It was a fantastic feeling, and she wondered if Richard even knew how good it felt to her. Possibly her screaming into the pillow, may have given him some hint. 

G-Spot is a strange name for something that gives a woman so much pleasure she thought. She then wondered about where the name came from, maybe it was because when a penis is rubbed against it, the woman will sometimes yell out “Gggggggggggg”. 

Richard had shifted his weight and moved his hips further up, and he was now shoving downward, the ridge of the head of his thick penis coming in full contact with Linda’s G spot. She squeezed her muscle, almost trapping his penis inside of her. The feeling was exquisite and Linda was in a heaven of sexual indulgence, knowing and feeling another oncoming orgasm. 

Something was very different, however. What was Richard doing? He was rotating his hips like a human tunneling machine, almost spinning his cock inside of her. The feeling was unbelievable, and caused her to cum again very hard, very quickly. 

Richard continued twisting his hips and Linda felt another orgasm beginning. She felt however like she was about to pee, and attempted to hold back. The whole feeling was disconcerting at first, but after a few minutes, Linda felt she almost couldn’t live without it. 

She had no control at all when her pussy broke loose and sprayed her juice against Richard’s crotch. Everything was so wet with their cum and sweat, that the hotel people would probably not let them return. Richard was at the top of his game, and she was now a ball in his court. He knew exactly what he was doing to her and just how hard to do it. Having orgasms like the ones he was providing, was to say the least causing an emotional disturbance in her that would take hours or even days to overcome. 

It was sad she thought that most women who were about to achieve this level of sexual satisfaction, became too scared to continue and the feeling has probably led many of them to abandon the process, hold back and just allow their lovers to climax without them. All they really had to do was let go and there would have been, a pleasant surprise. They would have had an ejaculation that Masters and Johnson would have loved to know about. 

She had been completed and was ready for a small rest, when Richard doubled his efforts, then reached around her hip and brought his fingers to her wet clitoris. As he continued fucking her hard and deep, he moved his fingers with the grace of a circus acrobat, causing her pleasure to skyrocket. Her mind and body were no longer connected, and she was floating free in a sea of unrestrained sexual satisfaction. 

She felt him strain and lock his body, shoving deep into her. His cum splattered against her cervix and he fell forward on top of her, his perspiration dripping onto her back, as he kissed the back of her neck lightly.

The weight of Richard’s body, and his cock deep within her gave her the feeling they were connected forever. She had her man and would not let him go for any earthly or heavenly reasons. Several minutes passed when Richard, finally crawled off of her and lay down next to her. His arm wrapped around her and he pulled her in close to him, as a child might do with a favorite teddy bear. He kissed her on the top of her head and whispered, 

“I love you little girl.”

They were the words she had been waiting a lifetime to hear. She never thought she would hear them from the man of her dreams however. She wasn’t sure if he said it because of the sex, or because he was really falling in love with her. Actually it didn’t matter. He had told her that he loved her without any prompting. He said it because he trusted her and knew that even though she had never told him; she was in love with him also. 

His massive arms pulled her closer to him, and she almost had to gasp for breath, not because he was holding her to tight, but because her emotions were running wild. She was upset with herself as her tears began to flow from her gorgeous blue eyes, and down her beautiful face. Linda attepted to hide them from him, but her actions were useless as a tender finger on his strong hand slowly wiped away the flowing liquid. 

“Why are you crying sweetheart,” he whispered his deep voice cracking a little, 
“You must have had some idea that I have been in love with you for a long time.”

Linda shivered, unable to say anything, her tears now flowing like a tiny waterfall and her throat tightened making it a little difficult to breath. She was at this point unable to control her tears, and didn’t actually care that she was crying as hard as she was. The man loved her and that was all she cared about. Being with him and doing her best to please him was her main goal.    

She felt protected and loved by this wonderful intelligent man. At this point Linda could care less about the future or anything else for that matter. She was locked into the moment, exactly where she wanted to be. Linda was with her Professor; her lover, her man. She knew that women everywhere would be envious, but sadly she felt just a little guilty that she could not share the special feeling of love with the whole world. 

She put her arms around him and squeezed as hard as she could, attempting to let him know she felt the same about him. His fingers moved through her hair, caressing her head. The moment could not have been more perfect, unless God himself appeared to bless their union. 

Linda moved up on the bed placing her face into his shoulder. There she knew that she was protected from everything. It was there she felt complete. He was the other half of her soul; her existence at this point depended on the love and understanding he gave her. 

She knew that she was a young strong independent woman, however when she was with Richard, she was just a lump of clay to be molded into whatever he wanted, and she was happy he was such a wonderful artist. They lay in the bed naked holding each other as if the world was about to come to an end. His hand slid down her flawless back to her butt, squeezing it playfully. She kissed him on his neck and then in his ear. She finally could talk and whispered in his ear,

“Richard … I love you too.”

“I know little girl … I have always known.”

Although it seemed like hours had passed, it had not been very long until the phone on the nightstand began to chime. Richard picked up the receiver and put it to his ear.

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

She looked at him quizzically.

“I left a wake up call, not knowing we would be awake this early. We are scheduled to meet Mr. Yackamura on his boat for brunch. Are you ready to get up yet?

She nodded her head, in a little lie. She never wanted to leave what they were sharing at that moment. Linda knew however that she would never forget one second of that morning for the rest of her life. It was all burned into her memory forever. 

There were her parents that she cared for deeply, but this was the first time in her short life she knew that she was really in love. It was something she could feel down to her toes. All of the sex aside, her love for Richard was the most wonderful feeling she had ever had. 

The time was 8:00am, and Richard told Linda, to go in and take her shower then he would follow. She looked at him, frowning almost insulted that he was not going to join her. When he saw the expression on her face, he began to laugh.

“And what is so funny, Mr. Thompson?” she asked squinting her eyes at him, her mouth curled down at the ends. 

“Your expression sweetie. I know exactly what you are thinking and it isn’t going to happen. Go in and get a shower, and I will take mine after you are done.”

“Richaaarrrddd,” she said with a wining voice … “you are just mean.”

“Go woman.”

“Yes Tarzan … Jane now go.”

Linda quickly went into the shower. The warm water was wonderful as it sprayed on her back. She felt great, but a little sticky after everything they had been doing. It had been sticky, but nice. She felt strange being in the shower without Richard, and not being able to play with his penis and squeeze his tight butt. Linda loved the hulk almost as much as Richard, she thought. Then she considered taking it back to the sorority with her, but then she might have to share it with the other girls. Not a good idea; she decided she would let Richard keep it with him. A knock came to the door and Richard asked,

“Sweetie, are you about done in there?”

“Almost!”

“Well hurry up, I don’t want to be late.”

“Okay … just a minute. You know we would both be done now if we had taken out showers together.”     

“Yah … sure we would. Do I look that dumb to you?”

“Richaaarrrddd.”

“Yes my love?”

“Come … in … here and … um … wash my back.”

“No way in hell. Get out of there so I can take my shower. I don’t want to meet Mr. Yackamura, smelling of sex.”

‘Damn, she thought he didn’t fall for it.’

She turned off the shower and dried her hair with a towel, then wrapped another towel around her and went out the door. Richard was sitting on a chair wearing only his jockey shorts. 

‘Ummmm she thought,’ then dropped the towel on the floor. Linda stood their naked, holding a hand to her mouth and said,

“Oops.” Then made a sharp contortion of her face as though she had done it in error.

Richard stood up from the chair and walked right by her into the bathroom. He said,

“Not looking at you little girl.”

She stomped her foot on the thick carpet in a movement of frustration, however very little sound was heard. She said,

“Richaaarrrddd.”

Linda placed the towel on the chair where he had been sitting and rubbed her hair with the other towel. She became concerned after a couple of minutes when she heard no sound of a shower running in the bathroom. 

Is everything ok in there?” she asked through the door. 

There was no sound at all. She opened the door a crack as she didn’t want to interrupted him if he was on the throne and said, 

“Richard? Honey are you OK?”

There was nothing but silence. Now she was really worried and swung the door wide open. Richard was standing ridged staring into the open shower door, not moving, and breathing very shallow. He was totally naked and his eyes were wide open. 

“What’s wrong sweetie?”

“Lllookk,” he said.

“Where?” she ask looking all around the room.

“In … the … shower.”

She looked around him as he was blocking her view. At first she could see nothing, but then on the bath mat she saw it. There was a small spider the size of her pinky finger. It wasn’t moving; it was just sitting there. 

“What? The spider?”

“Do something.” He growled quietly as though it were the size of a house.

Linda pulled a strip of toilet paper off the roll and struggled to push Richard’s massive body to the side, so she could get into the shower.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a nervous voice, “I meant for you to call somebody.”

Linda bent down and scooped up the spider in the paper, exited the shower and dropped it into the commode. She then flushed it. The paper and the spider were no more. Richard looked around and asked,

“Do you think there any more? They usually run in packs, don’t they?”

Linda smiled and said, “Take your shower. The spider is gone.”

As Linda walked out of the bathroom, Richard was mumbling something about all spiders being poisonous. 

“Take a shower we’re going to be late.” Well apparently spiders to Richard were like kryptonite to Superman. Her man had a flaw and she couldn’t believe it. 
As he got into the shower, she took his old jockey shorts and stuffed them into the dirty clothes bag. When he came out, he asked, 

“Did you see the size of that thing?”

“Yes! I laid out your clothes on the bed, you big strong handsome man.”

“It was gigantic. I really hate spiders. Do you know that all spiders are poisonous?”

“I’ve heard that,” said Linda smiling as she knelt down in front of him, slipping on his socks.

“You know when I was a little...”

“Enough about spiders. Get dressed so we can go,” said Linda.

Richard got dressed in silence, every so often looking around the floor suspiciously. When he was dressed, he stood then looked at Linda, taking a double take.

“You look wonderful little girl.”

“Bout time.” She said shaking her head.

“What …?” asked Richard.

“Let’s go love of my life.”

They got in the elevator and he pushed the down button, quickly looking all around. When she saw him she asked,

“Are you still thinking about that spider?”

“A little,” he mumbled.

She chuckle, then decided she would drop it. He wasn’t afraid of giant sharks, she thought or even caveman sized football players, but a tiny spider threw him into a catatonic state. Well she knew at that time, she was going to be around a long time, if only to fight off his spiders.

To Be Continued …





Sex Surrogate Ch. 08



As they drove toward the Marina, Linda was pleased, as Richard was beginning to look reasonably normal again after his confrontation with the spider. When they arrived he checked with the office for the slip number of the boat. 

"That would be slip number nine," said the Marina manager pointing down the wooden walk toward the right. Linda followed Richard as he moved quickly. However when they arrived, the slip was empty, in fact most of the slips were empty. 

Richard looked at the number. There was a number 9 on the sign painted in bright red. The only boat in the Marina was a large inboard-outboard forty footer cruising toward them slowly. James had told Richard that Mr. Yackamura had one of the largest personal boats on the ocean. He wondered how James could screw up like that.

As the two of them stood there thinking about what their next move might be, the forty footer pulled into slip #9. Two crewmembers wearing white dungarees, jumped to the wooden walk as the boat pulled up and docked. One of the crewmen walked up to Richard and asked, 

"Mr. Thompson?"

"Yes," said Richard.

'Mr. Yackamura is waiting for you on the ship."

"Ship?" questioned Richard, nodding his head toward the forty-foot speedboat.

"Oh no sir, this is just a transportation boat to the ship. The Great Mesmer is moored off shore about two miles out. It is a little too large to come into port. Mr. Yackamura usually sends the helicopter however the mechanics are giving it a tune up. By law it must have one after a certain amount of hours in the air."

"I see," said Richard raising his eyebrows.

"If you and your companion will board the craft, we can depart for the ship." 

Richard looked at Linda and nodded his head. Linda stepped on board right behind Richard and seated herself in a deck chair. A waiter came up to them an asked if they would like anything. Richard said,

"I'll have a Tequila Sunrise and the young lady will have a ... Strawberry Margarita, a "virgin" Strawberry Margarita. 

"Thank you sir. I will be right back."

Linda looked at Richard, who frowned and tilted his head to one side. It was meant to be body language for no alcohol. She thought about how it had affected her and smiled back at him. Richard nodded once and smiled at her in return. 

The boat could move only the posted five miles per hour in the Marina, but when it cleared the breakwater, the Captain opened it up. The boat was gliding over the calm water and was doing at least fifty. Someone could easily have water-skied behind it. 

Linda felt the sea spray in her face, and the warmth of the Sun on her skin, as she sipped her drink. She thought this would not be a hard thing to get used too. Linda had always loved the ocean, as long as she didn't have to be in it. 

As the boat moved toward the open sea, Richard saw The Great Mesmer. Originally he had thought it was a NAVY destroyer, but now he saw it had no NAVY markings, and it was a medium blue-gray in color and not NAVY gray. As the boat pulled along side, Richard realized the ship was at least seven or eight stories tall. It could have been a NAVY destroyer after all. A door the size of a front house door opened in the side of the ship, allowing Richard and Linda to step of the small craft and into the ship.

A guide motioned them to follow him through a gangway to an elevator. The gangway revived old memories for Richard of his time as a NAVY Seal. The guide pushed an elevator button marked bridge, and they began to rise. As the elevator came to a stop, they exited and saw a short man of Japanese ancestry wearing a Captain's hat and a tuxedo, with Nike running shoes. He was seated in a large chair much like Admiral's chair on the bridge of an Aircraft Carrier. The chair was marked on the back with the faded words, LITTLE BOSS. 

"Mr. Thompson, I bid you and your lovely companion welcome to my home. Did you like my elevator? I'm old and not used to climbing ladders, so I had it installed to my specifications." 

The man easily in his sixties spoke with a strong Oxford educated, English accent.

"Mr. Yakmura," said Richard, "I am pleased to introduce you to my ... companion Miss. Linda Peterson."

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss. Peterson, please be seated," he said, "we will be underway soon."

"Underway?" questioned Richard.

"Yes! I had a craving for lobster and they have some nice ones in a little town just south of Rosearita Beach, called Puerto Nuevo. Some of them are seven pounds. In the interim the chefs have laid out a nice buffet for brunch in the small dinning room. There are fruits, salads, sandwiches, a few different entries, several desserts and anything you may wish to drink. 

We have a very nice wine cellar with many vintage wines. The brunch waiter will give you a wine list. I recommend the 1957 California Cabernet Sauvignon. That was an award-winning year, and we have a very nice store of it. I believe there are only several hundred bottles left. I hope you will try it. It is almost impossible to find anywhere else. I will join you shortly." 

The man snapped his fingers and spoke to the guide in Japanese. Quickly the guide opened the door and led the couple down another gangway to a steel door. It opened into a very large room about the size of a restaurant, which looked to be at least four stars, thought Linda. 

"Do you wish to fend for yourself or would you prefer that I fix you a plate. We have menus which were printed just for this occasion."

"That's fine we can just graze." said Linda with a giggle which was reminiscent of an eight year old. She was having a hard time taking everything in. Never would she have believed in her life that anything like this would ever happened to her. 

Linda looked around the room and saw what appeared to be original paintings by such masters as Degas, Henri Matisse, Paul Gauguin, and a Toulouse-Lautrec lithograph not including several beautiful sculptures. They were in excellent condition, and they all looked as though they had been painted or carved recently, or at least restored by a team of professionals. 

When she saw a painting by the famous English Artist, Sir Joshua Reynolds, who had been one of the founders and first the President of the Royal Academy of England, and had been knighted by King George III, himself, she decided that they all must be copies, as she knew that the original Reynolds was in the National Gallery in Washington DC, on extended loan from the British Crown. 

Linda was pleased that her minor in Art History had finely been useful. As they were at the buffet picking items for brunch, she pointed to the walls and told Richard of the artwork. He just nodded his head and continued his search for sustenance. Apparently he was hungry, after their night of almost continual lovemaking. She pointed to the oysters and said,

"Eat lots of raw oysters. They are good for the libido and will help the hulk."

"Uuugh, I don't like oysters. They taste like snot," said Richard shaking his head. 

However Linda loved raw oysters as she believed they had more the flavor and consistency of sperm, especially Richards sperm. Mmmmm. When she piled several of them on her plate, Richard narrowed his eyes and looked her.

"What?" she asked, "I love them. It's a girl thing."

Richard arched his eyebrows, and then placed a slice of rump roast on his plate. Linda giggled to herself, with the knowledge that he wouldn't eat oysters, however he didn't mind chomping on a piece of a cow's butt. To each his own she thought. Yesterday it was Hot Dogs and Sodas; today it's a buffet and vintage wine fit for Kings. Being with Richard was anything but dull. 

In the center of the room, there was a large black lacquered table, constructed entirely out of Teak wood. It was at least thirty feet long and probably seated at about twenty people comfortably. Two large candelabra were placed toward each end of the table however their candles were not lit. 

Linda walked along the table looking for a place to sit, and was having a difficult time deciding, when one of the waiters stated, 

"Please sit here miss as he pulled a chair out for her. You may begin; Mr. Yackamura will be along soon. May I pour you some wine? Mr. Yackamura had me bring up a very good 1957 vintage; that he believes may please your palates." 

"Thank you," said Richard and Linda simultaneously.

The waiter poured a small amount into Linda's glass and stepped back watching her. She held it up looking at Richard, questioning the tiny amount. Richard nodded his head and said, 

"Sniff it first, and then taste it baby ... swish it around in your mouth."

Linda did as instructed placing the fine crystal glass to her lips, and then taking a small amount of the wine into her mouth. The flavor of the wine was nothing like she had ever tasted before. It was like the combination of delicious fruits, yet it almost exploded moving to ever part of her mouth.

After the waiter filled her, glass he began to pour a small amount into Richard's glass. Richard was holding it up to the light when Mr. Yackamura walked into the room. Swirling it around in the glass, he checked the color, and said,

"It has good legs." and then he sniffed it and waited for a few seconds, "and a raisiny aroma." 

Richard took a tiny sip and swished it around in his mouth. 

"Full bodied; an excentlent bouquet; it has good depth also; it is balanced and has a very nice finish." 

"You are a true connoisseur, Mr. Thompson."

"Not really, I have a book called 'Wine Tasting for Dummys'."

Yackamura laughed, then looked at the waiter with the wine and nodded. One waiter was at his side when he seated himself at the head of the table, while two others were at the buffet, placing food on two plates. Yackamura followed the same ritual as Richard had done and said,

"I agree. A very fine vintage."

Yackamura, motioned to a man standing by the door. He walked over to him and Yakamyra whispered something into his ear. The man left the room and as he was leaving, four young girls came in all laughing and giggling.

If any one of them was eighteen, thought Linda she would be very surprised. Two of the girls were wearing traditional navy blue, very short schoolgirl high school uniforms, and long white stockings, which were bunched at the ankles. When they bent over just a little, their panties really brightened up the room. One was wearing a bikini, which was in Linda's opinion, almost superfluous. The other one had on some short shorts and a tank top.

These are my interns Mr. Thompson. I won't bother with their names as none of them speak English anyway. Except for Kiko they have all been schooled in the five international languages."

The girls all smiled at Richard, but didn't even glance in Linda's direction. Then went over and hovered around the buffet table scooping up large quintiles food.

"Your interns appear to be quite young," said Richard, with a small knowing smile.

"Yes," however they are all over eighteen, even Kiko, the girl in the shorts an tank top. Her birthday is today and she is just eighteen. She had been on my staff since she was fifteen. I was planning to give her a special birthday party this afternoon, then a very special gift this evening unless ... you would like to give it to her? Have you ever had a genuine virgin before? "Yes, however I was very young and didn't appreciate it at the time. They is nothing like age to teach one about the finer things in life."

"I agree wholeheartedly, Mr. Thompson. Are you interested?"

"I thank you for your generous offer, however Miss. Peterson and I have an understanding, and I believe taking you up on your offer might place that understanding in jeopardy. But thank you just the same."

"Strange thing, Mr. Thompson but you seem to be quite different than how your are portrayed in your dossier. I would have bet my ship that you would have taken me up on the offer. Mr. Thompson would you mind if we call each other by our first names?"

"No not at all. Please feel free."

"You may call me Miles ... and I will call you ... Richard. Now Richard; I would like to get something very clear."

Richard froze and was for the first time in his life really stunned and had no idea of what to say. He asked,

"Richard?" not looking at the man, knowing he had been busted.

Yackamura, held his hand up and snapped his fingers. The man he had whispered to earlier, walked over and placed a file in his hand, then left the room.

Yackamura placed a pair of reading glasses on his nose and opened the file.

"Let me see now, October 14, 1964. Twin male babies were born alive to Richard and Sheila Thompson at Cincinnati General Hospital. The boys grew up in Cincinnati, Ohio, attended Woodrow Wilson Elementary School, and then went on to West Cincinnati High School where they both excelled Scholastic. Richard jr. was Captain and Quarterback of the Varsity football team, and led them to a city championship. They attended college where both excelled academically. Richard played on the football team there also. 

James won a science award as a freshman, which was a record in its own right. After college James married Dora Middlebrook, however they were divorced three years later. Richard joined the NAVY as an Ensign and two years later became a NAVY Seal, equal in stature to the Army's Green Berets and Rangers.

James later started his own business in California, "Westcom Inc." and Richard fought in the first Gulf war, which was known as "Desert Storm". He was awarded the Purple Heart and the Silver Star for bravery above and beyond the call of duty, when after receiving a serious wound to the chest during a firefight, he carried two of his teammates who had also been seriously wounded back to an aid station.

After Desert Storm Richard obtained his teaching credential, and is now a Professor of World History at California State University Long Beach in California. He resides in a Condo in Belmont Shores, and is dating a student. One Miss Linda Peterson."

Yackamura set the folder on the table and asked, "Have I left anything out Richard?"

"Shoe size?" Richard stated in jest.

"Size Thirteen." said Yackamura, with a straight face.

Linda sat there dumfounded wondering how they knew who she was, and how they knew that she and Richard were dating. Then it dawned on her; of course they just ran her record when they found out her name. Nobody else would know, she and Richard just barley knew.

Tell me Richard, why did your brother develop this subterfuge, if he couldn't come we could have met at another time. I can't see where sending you in his place could profit him.

"Mr. Yackamura ........."

"Miles ... You can call me Miles."

"Miles, I sincerely hope you can forgive my brother for what he did. Actually he told me he had two reasons. One was he felt I might make a better impression, as he has gained quite a bit of weight recently. Two he has a new girlfriend who has been pressuring him to go to Cabo San Lucas for a week. On occasion he tends to think with his little ... well I'm sure you know, being the man of the world that you are."

"I understand completely," said Miles looking in the direction of the four giggling girls. I have interests other than business also. What was it your "Jesus Christ" said, "Man doth not live by bread alone." "Yes that was from Deuteronomy chapter eight, I believe," said Richard.

"That's correct ... Verse 3," said Miles. "Although your brother underestimated me much like the French underestimated the English at Agi.........."

"Agincourt?"

"Yes ... Agincourt ... for a moment I had forgotten you are a World History teacher. As I was saying, although James underestimated me, I think you and I have much more in common anyway, so I will give his company another chance, provided ..."

"Provided?" asked Richard.

"I have no involvement with him or any of his other representatives."

"I don't understand Miles how will ..."

"With you Richard ... I will only deal with you. Now if James can live with that, we have a deal."

"I guess I can talk to him, but ..."

"Don't talk to him Richard, tell him the deal hangs on you being his representative for my business. I have a multi Billion-dollar Corporation and several million a year will go into his bank account. I'm sure he will go along with it. In the mean time I want you to spend a few days on the ship with me. Do you play chess?"

"Not for some time ... I'm afraid I'm a little rusty. The thing is Miles my car is at the Marina, all of our clothes are at the hotel, and I have classes tomorrow."

"That won't be a problem, Dean Richards won't mind I'm sure. I know that he appreciated Miles hall and Miles Auditorium. He sends me a Christmas card every year. I'll give him a call at home, and have Miss. Peterson excused also."

"Miles snapped his fingers again. The man who handed him the dossier, stood by his side.

"I want Mr. Thompson's car loaded on a flatbed truck and taken to his home in Belmont Shores. I want you to go along with it have it washed, waxed and detailed, and I don't want so much as a scratch on it. I also want his clothes and the clothes, and any personal effects belonging to Miss. Peterson to be picked up and transported to the ship. Is all of that clear?"

"Yes sir!" the man answered as an Army private would answer a top sergeant.

"Richard go with Mr. Morgan here, give him the keys to your vehicle and garage and any details he may require. Do you like my ship Miss. Peterson?"

"Yes ... Miles. It looks ... military somehow."

"Yes it is. I bought it from your government, when it was about to be scrapped and sunk. It was in the Korean War, then in dry dock for many years. Of course they took all the armament off so I would not be able to begin my own little war. I had it completely redesigned to fit my personality. 

There are twelve large staterooms, an indoor fresh water swimming pool, a movie theater; and not including the galley staff, a crew of twenty that includes a medical staff. If you wish anything just call the kitchen and they will bring it to your stateroom twenty-four hours a day. It is really a fun little boat." He said with a little giggle.

"It seems very big," said Linda.

The length is 340' ; almost a 36' beam. It runs 12' into the water and will cruise upwards of almost 36 knots, about forty–eight miles per hour. We can cruise over six thousand miles without stopping, at fifteen miles per hour. Not bad for a ship that is sixty years old.

"No not bad at all," said Linda. "I especially like your copies of the paintings and busts. They are very well done."

"That is probably because they are all originals. I wont have copies."

"But the painting by Sir Joshua Reynolds, must be a copy, as the original is hanging in the National Gallery in Washington DC."

"I'm afraid that the one in the National Gallery is a copy. This is the original. My family has had it for years. Shhhhhhh but don't tell anyone. It is a secret," said Miles smiling.

She and the older man walked along the deck as Richard and Mr. Morgan walked behind them, making arrangements for their stay onboard, and the procurement of his Porsche and their clothes. The ship was now moving fast and Linda looked to the left at the shoreline as they entered Mexican waters. She thought it again, that being with Richard was never dull.

To Be Continued ... 



Sex Surrogate Ch. 09



Miles took Linda and Richard on a mini tour of the ship, and showed them everything that was easy accessible. The inside swimming pool looked very much like one she had seen, while on a cruise to the Mexican Riviera on the last spring break. The sorority had sponsored and chaperoned it. There were girls from all over the country. It was one of the worst trips in her life she recalled. 

Not a man on board except for the crew, and as far as she was concerned, none of them had been worth Richard's pinky finger. There were thousands of nice juicy pussies going to waste. Had any of the fraternities picked up the information about the trip, there would have been a score of powerboats following the ship all the way to Mexico and back. The whistling, yelling and screaming would have been deafening. 

A love boat, it was not. There was only one half way decent man on board. He was the cruise director, however Linda didn't like the competition. There were over two thousand giggling, screaming sexy college girls on board, all after the same guy. When the week was up, he was lucky to escape with his life. Horny sorority sisters are not a good group with which to deal. 

They took a tour of Mazatlan and went to the famous bar called "Senior Frogs". Sixteen girls were placed on "special judicial report", for removing their blouses and dancing topless on the tabletops. Talk about girls gone wild. The special report would be a letter sent to their parents, if they were caught doing it again. For some strange reason, the tour guides took everyone through the central meat market. It was horrible as there was more blood than a "Jason" movie. Someone made the comment about the cute little birds flying around in the gigantic market. The guide said,

"Those aren't birds. Those are flies." 

At least a third of the girls became vegetarians after that. There was a panic when one of the younger girls came up missing. The police were notified and it was thought that they would have to hold the ship. Two of the chaperons almost had a nervous breakdown. After the trip, six of the chaperons out of the fifteen that went, refused to have anything to do with the sorority in the future. Four of them were past sorority sisters. They described some of the girls as animals.

Mary Stewart, the missing eighteen-year-old girl, made it back to the ship twenty minutes before it sailed. She told the chaperons that she got lost, however the roomer was that she met a very handsome man at Senior Frogs, and went with him to his hillside residence. She said that they were there from noon until seven o'clock, and then he brought her back to the ship. While she was there he used four condoms, and she used the six she had brought along on the trip. Her big concern was, where she could find some more condoms, as there were still two ports left. Puerto Vallarta and Cabo San Lucas, and she wasn't going to waste a minute.

The tour of the Great Mesmer had continued for at least two and a half hours. Linda was tired and wanted to lay down … with Richard. 

Miles droned on telling Richard about his reverse osmosis unit that was their method of producing pure water, from the salty ocean by forcing the salty impure water through a semi permeable membrane, through which salts and impurities cannot pass. Miles added the unit produced several thousand gallons of fresh water from the ocean daily. 

"That is the water we all drink. We use it in the swimming pool and restrooms; everywhere." 

Linda felt that was one of the big differences between men and women, besides the obvious ones of course. She could have replaced his dissertation with one sentence. 

'We take water from the ocean and purify it for drinking, swimming and bathing.' 

Why did Miles feel it was necessary to explain the whole reverse osmosis process? Because he is a man she thought, and that's what men do. All this talk about water had made her thirsty. They went up some stairs, that both of the men called a ladder. Linda was fully aware of the difference between a ladder and stairs, but she didn't correct them, as she knew it was a naval term and another thing men feel they must talk about. They walked down the hall and stopped in front of a door that had a sign affixed to it. The sign had small paintings of cherubs and cupids. The words were painted in gold leaf, "Honeymoon Suite #1". 

Miles laughed and said all the rooms have the same sign, but different numbers. Some of his friends who have been on the ship think it is a cute idea, however others believe it to be ludicrous. 

"I think it is worth a laugh," said Miles in his thick English accent.

"It is funny, don't you think sweetie?"

"Cute," said Linda still thinking about something to drink. Miles opened the door and handed Richard the key. The room was very large, dwarfing the one on her nightmare cruise. There was a large sliding glass door leading to a veranda that had two adjustable deck chairs and a table. 

She saw three televisions. There were two in the front room and a large flat screen on the bedroom wall. Each TV had a VCR and a DVD player. There was a large bookcase that contained many classics, videotapes and DVDs. When Linda was checking some of the titles, Miles said, 

"We also have satellite hook up with three hundred stations. As you are port side you have a nice view of Mexico. Of course when we head north you will have only the ocean as a view. We can change your cabin to starboard then if you wish."

Linda saw all of their clothes hanging in the closet and their bags stored underneath. 

"Our clothes!"

"Yes," said Miles, with a smile, chuckling, "I had two of the crew take the chopper to get them. I understand the hotel security became a little upset when the chopper landed on their front lawn scaring all of the birds. My lawyer will probably hear from them."

On a short dresser, she saw a bowl of fresh fruit, snacks and bottled water in a silver bucket filled with ice that said, "Yackamura Water." When Linda removed the cap and sipped some of it, she thought it was truly worth all of the reverse osmosis process. 

"Well I'm going to leave you now as I have urgent business on the bridge. Actually I'm just getting all the details ready for Kiko's birthday party; and deflowering, ha ha!" 

Miles looked at Richard and raised his eyebrows, but Richard just shook his head. Miles then shrugged his shoulders and as he went out the door he said, 

"See you at five."

"He is kind of a lecher." Said Linda, "but I like him."

"As long as you aren't one of his interns."

"Yah … however the girls do seem happy."

Richard grabbed Linda and lifted her in the air, holding her in his arms. He pulled her head to him and kissed her. She thought you naughty animal … I love it so much. Richard dropped her on the bed then moved down to her feet. 

While looking in her eyes, he pulled her shoes off and then her socks. He then reached up and unbuttoned the front of her shorts. Placing his fingers in the top of her shorts he pulled them down leaving her in her panties and top.

Richard spread her legs and crawled between them. When Linda started to pull her panties down, Richard shook his head from side to side slightly. She wondered why he didn't want her to take them off. He continued to move his head between her legs, stopping only to kiss the soft inner parts of her thighs. 

She moaned with delight, as the feeling was wonderful. She was excited and her thighs had both sparks of electricity and a feeling of being tickled. Although Linda knew and loved what they were going to do, she was always surprised and excited, as he never seemed to do it the same way twice. Richard then moved his face so it was only an inch or two away from her crotch. He lifted her legs on his shoulders. Linda said,

"Richard … my panties."

"Yes … they are lovely."

"No … I meant for you to take them off."

He said nothing, then moved his mouth to her panty crotch and began to suck. She wasn't sure what to think. Richard was sucking on her panties, the panties she had worn all day. Oh God she thought, he was wonderful. Slowly Richard pulled the edge of her panties to the side and slid his tongue into her vagina. 

Linda sucked in air as though she had been drowning, and was now on the surface. When he began to suck her labia, she moaned louder and came hard. Her juice wet her panties and they were soaked. Richard then took her hard clit in his mouth and sucked on it tenderly rubbing it with his wet tongue. He then added insult to injury when he slid a lone finger up into her tight vagina and began finger fucking her. 

She grabbed a pillow and held it over her face screaming, as loud as she could and came again. He always knew what she needed and when she needed it. She could count on him to be there with a solution to her problems. Richard was her man … forever as long as he wanted her, no matter what. 

He reached up and pulled her panties down and off her legs. She new what was coming and couldn't move, waiting for his wonderful cock. Now on his knees in front of her, between her legs, she lifted them high and opened them wide, smiling. She wanted him; she wanted him now. His penis was standing straight; the foreskin pulled back, the head a glowing pink. It looked like it wanted to be inside her, where she wanted it so badly.

Richard leaned forward, hovering there with his hands on either side of her head. Linda knew at that point what he wanted. He wanted her to guide his cock into her. She grabbed the hulk and fondled it for a few seconds, then slid it up and down her pussy lips concentrating on her clitoris. The soft slick head of his penis made her pussy catch fire. She needed him inside her now, fucking her as hard as he could.

Was it the ship, as it rolled side to side, the front end dipping down in the water, or was it just the fact that she loved him and he was the best lover she had ever had? It didn't matter, what it was. He was where he should be, deep inside her causing her pussy to groan, 'Fuck me Richard … fuck me hard.' Linda's hands were on his hard butt … the butt she loved so much. 

She was holding it tight as he flexed it causing his cock to go deeper into her, faster. She was in Richard's heaven. She was having her fix of him. Oh God she thought, she was going to cum again, so soon. Oooooo, her liquid made a small gush coating the hulk, and making it much easier for him to fuck her viscous vagina.

Richard was breathing very hard. She knew he was ready and would soon cum. She could feel the tightening in her back. Her thighs tingled and were wrapped around his legs holding him in. Linda was shoving her ass up off the bed to meet his thrusts. His perspiration was running from his forehead dripping into her eyes, the salt stinging a little, but it didn't matter as her nerves were tingling and she began to flow heavy, her back tightened and she whispered, 

"Richard, oh God, Richard … fuck me baby. Cum in me."

She could feel him flex his whole body, his hands under her butt cheeks squeezing as he came. Richard the teacher, her Professor, grunted like a caveman as his sperm shot out of his cock coating the deepest depths of her cunt. She felt his cock pulsating as more of his cream filled her tight vagina. His lovemaking was always different, and always wonderful, and he was cuming more than usual it seemed. 

He lay on top of her for a few minutes, and then kissed her. She kissed him in return and rubbed the small of his back, which always seemed to hurt him a little when he came hard. Concerned about his weight on top of her, he rolled off and lay next to her, still breathing heavier than normal. She got as close to him as possible and kissed his chest, then asked him,

"Feel better sweetie?"

"Great," he said. "You?"

"You always do it for me honey. I could never complain. You make me feel like the queen of the world."

Richard leaned forward and kissed the top of her head.

"You are my queen baby."

Satisfied, she curled up in his arms as the ship rocked side to side, enticing her to sleep. Now this was a cruise, she thought just before she closed her eyes for a much-deserved nap.

She awoke at three fifteen. She looked over at Richard and he was still asleep. She noticed that the ship was not moving. Looking out the sliding glass door, Linda could see that there was a small seaside-fishing village about a mile or two across the water. 

Richard was so cute. He was sleeping in just a t-shirt and his white socks. She wondered why he hadn't taken off the shirt when they were making love. It was probably because they were in a hurry and ended with a wild climax. After cuming like that, they both needed rest. He was on his back, with his flaccid cock bent over to the side in a full rest position. It looked like a telephone pole that had been blown over in a hurricane. She kept staring at it wondering what Richard would do if she began to suck on it. What could he do, but lay back and enjoy the experience? Hell what did she have to loose? He would get hard like he always did and end up with his cock inside of her pussy, moving fast toward a wonderful climax. 

She moved cat like so she would not disturbed him, and knelt by his hip. Bending over she slid her hand under his large piece of meat and slowly lifted it up, holding it straight. Linda moistened her lips with her tongue and dripped some saliva on his penis, then placed her mouth over the gorgeous tip of his cock. It was designed so perfectly for the dual job it had to do. Richard could pee with it and much better he could slide it into her pussy, where it had come to fit completely. She didn't know if her vagina had stretched a little or if his penis had shrunk to fit her. She actually didn't care as they were like hand in glove, and she was crazy about how they made love. It was no longer just a fast fuck and hard cum. He now took his time and made love to her tenderly.

Whatever it was, it was close to perfect and when he pushed it into her, there wasn't an excess centimeter of room anywhere, except at the end where her cervix, was waiting and sucking for his deposit of soothing cum. She began to suck slowly, licking the thick head. It filled her mouth so well that she had to breath through her nose, otherwise she would pass out. 

Linda had analyzed her cocksucking, however had not come up with a valid reason why she enjoyed it so much. When she first sucked a penis, it was a few months ago and it belonged to the father of her girlfriend. It was his birthday and she wanted to do something nice for him. She was sure he would like it much better than a tie; and he did.

Things were different now however. It was no longer a concession to a girlfriend's father or an obliging act, giving to a lover for his exquisite pleasure. It was something she had come to find was a driving force in her to drink at the fountain of his essence. When she swallowed Richard's sperm, it was like vitamins that enhanced her life; like nothing else in the world, and all the oysters she could swallow were just a dim second to his luscious cum.

As she began to suck harder, she felt his hand caressing her hair, stroking it as he would a family pet. His cock was now hard in her mouth and she was attempting to lessen the pressure on his testicles, by relieving him of a small portion of his semen. He didn't need it she thought, but she did, so she sucked even harder. 

Richard moaned as Linda's mouth drew hard on his cock. She knew it felt wonderful to him, as his tongue felt on her clitoris. It hadn't taken long and he began to cum. The inside of her mouth was coated with the slippery liquid. It was on her tongue, under it, between her teeth and some of it was sliding down her throat. The feeling was so good; she often wondered why so many women refused to do it with their lovers and husbands. She felt sorry for them as they were missing one of a woman's best pleasures.


Even though she had swallowed all of his cum, she was still enjoying his penis in her mouth. What was so nice was, the hulk hadn't gone down at all. She had noticed that occasionally after she gave Richard a blowjob and he came, his cock would remain hard, so she would get a two for one deal. All women knew what that meant. It was a sale on sexual satisfaction. Maybe that was why many women didn't want to suck their partner; as they believed once he came that was it, and they wouldn't get off. Their partner was good only once and the ladies weren't going to waste it by swallowing it. 

He looked at her smiling and said, 

"Get on me little girl, sit on it and fuck me."

Not wanting to waste a perfectly good hard on, Linda swung her leg over him, like she would mounting a stallion, however she was going to impale herself on his fleshy saddle horn. As his penis eased up into her, she felt like it had gone clear to her lungs. She knew it wasn't that long, but it was sure filling her up.

A little apprehensive she very slowly moved her hips forward. The feeling was the best she could remember. Moving back in a fluid motion Richards cock was rubbing hard on the bumpy flesh if her "G" spot and as her labia were being pulled inside they tightened around her clitoris. It was almost like being masturbated by her own pussy. Richard didn't know that she was in a wonderful battle, fucking him, and fucking herself at the same time, so he stuck a thumb in his mouth and wet it. When he took it out he placed it on Linda's clitoris and began to massage it. 

She was now moving fast front to back and Richard's thumb remained on her clit. She was close and told him that she was about to cum. He shoved his hips up off the bed and his cock went deep into her vagina, causing her to squirt everything she had. Linda was drained and had very little strength left so she just leaned forward and lay on His chest. 

He was getting ready so he continued to thrust up into her faster and harder. She knew how a whore must feel when she is with her forth customer of the evening. She was just going through the motions, and allowing it to happen. Linda didn't want Richard to feel like he was by himself however, so she slid her arms around to his back and whispered what every man wants to hear,

"Fuck me baby, Fuck me hard with your thick cock. Make me cum again and again. Do it honey now sweetie, I'm ready."

Richard came as hard as he ever had before, and she noticed that there was a lot of his cum inside of her. After Friday's teaspoon of sperm, it now felt as though he was shooting several ounces.

After ten minutes he patted her ass and said,

"Baby do you want to get up now. We can take a shower, and start getting ready for the party."

"Why don't you go ahead and take your shower first. I'm going to just lay here and rest a while, besides my pussy is sore and I don't want to shower with you."

Richard laughed and said.

"Ok little girl."

To Be Continued …