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The Stud

By: steven352



Chapter One

Larry Edwards was a 5'10, 18 year old running back on the Kewaunee Indians High School football team who wanted to play for the Badgers at the University of Wisconsin at Madison. He was invited to the campus for perspective students week during spring break in April. His parents drove him down for the visit arriving late in the morning on Friday. Upon arrival they met the on-site residential advisor 27 year old Scarlett Gravette.

Scarlett who was 5'5" had long curly red hair that framed her beautiful face. She was wearing a baggy green cashmere sweater and a red ankle length dress and black 1" pumps assured Larry's parents that she would take good care of their son for the ten days that he would be on campus and they left.

"Let's go get you settled in, Larry," Scarlett said.

They left the Administration Building, got in Scarlett's silver Lexus and in ten minutes they were at the Harvey Street Student Housing Apartments and Scarlett took Larry to his ground floor apartment.

"Put your stuff away," Scarlett said. "I'll be back in a half hour and we'll go to lunch."

Larry was in his room about fifteen minutes when the door bell rang. He got up from the kitchen table, where he was having a Diet Coke, went over to the door and when he opened it he saw three women.

"Larry Edwards?" asked one of the women.

She was a beautiful 5'7" blonde with brown eyes, whose long straight hair flowed over her shoulders. She wore a short black leather skirt with beige pantyhose showing off her lovely legs and a tight white sleeveless T-Shirt which was stretched by her 34" breasts. She didn't give Larry a chance to respond.

"I'm Stephanie Glass," the 26 year old graduate law student said. "We would like to talk to you. This is Kimberly Stanford and Desirae Dawson."

"Uhhhh, what can I do for you ladies?" Larry asked awkwardly.

Stephanie pushed her way past Larry and into the living room. Desirae and Kimberly followed her, Desirae giggling and rushing through, while Kimberly momentarily made warm, amiable eye contact with him as she closed the door behind her. They were now in his apartment. Kimberly started to look around the apartment. Larry, who was taken aback, could only step back out of the way, looking at the young women warily, completely clueless about what was going on.

"Hi, Larry," Desirae said seductively. "Wait till you see how much fun we're going to have."

Desirae, a 19 year old black sophomore, was wearing a low cut yellow sleeveless pullover and tight jeans, she was the prettiest of the three beautiful women. She had the freshness of youth, her brown eyes and long flowing brown hair complimenting her face and full lips. Her voluptuous 36" breasts were the largest of the three women.

"Uh, what are you doing here?" Larry asked stupidly.

The women began to move around the living room, leaning against the desk, sitting on the couch, totally taking over his space. He hoped Scarlett came for him quickly. Desirae leaned forward, her yellow pullover revealing plenty of her chocolate colored cleavage.

"That's for us to know and you to find out," Desirae said mischievously. "Right, Steph?"

"You could say that we are the greeting committee," Stephanie smiled.

Stephanie was standing behind the armchair in the corner her hands on the back of the chair talking with authority to a handsome but suddenly unsure 17 year old high school senior.

"What?" Larry said shocked.

"Why don't you sit down," Kimberly said gently.

Kimberly a 23 year old junior spoke for the first time. She was a 5'6" leggy blonde. She was wearing black rimmed glasses, a short cream skirt with a blue sleeveless blouse that formed her 34" breasts. She moved gracefully and exuded an air of friendliness that put Larry at ease. 

When Scarlett showed Cathy, Stephanie and Desirae a picture of Larry two days ago they decided that he was just what they were looking for, an All-American young hunk. Knowing that the homespun rural Wisconsin boy might be shy was a real turn-on for them.

"Relax, Larry," Kimberly said pleasantly. "Just relax."

"What do you want?" Larry asked.

Kimberly looked Larry directly in the eye.

"We just want to talk to you," Kimberly smiled.

"You're cute," Desirae smiled. "But I think you're shy."

Larry could feel the heat rising in his face as he looked at Desirae who was standing by the couch with one knee on an armrest looking at him.

"Come on over here, Larry," Desirae said softly. "Sit down."

Kimberly put her hand lightly on Larry's arm as her brown eyes met his and she gave him a reassuring smile.

"We're not going to bite you," Kimberly said. "We just want to talk to you for a little bit."

Kimberly gently led Larry over to the couch.

"I like you, Larry," Kimberly smiled.

"Okay," Larry said uncertainly.

Larry sat on the couch, Kimberly sat down next to him. Very close. He could smell her perfume and he could just feel the soft skin of her arm against his arm. Stephanie walked behind the couch, leaned over the back of it and held her head very close to his. Her long blonde hair fell onto his shoulders.

"We all like you, Larry," Stephanie said a lilting voice.

Stephanie and Kimberly were very beautiful sensually alluring women with their perfume and the sensual air about them. They were different than Desirae who was more girlish and younger. Larry glanced nervously over to Desirae, who still had her knee resting on the armrest. She was looking down blatantly at his crotch, with an expression on her face that he couldn't quite define but made him more than a little uneasy. Despite his nervousness he felt his cock reacting.

"I think you all should go," Larry said. "Mrs. Gravette is going to be back soon."

Larry started to get up and Kimberly grabbed his arm and gently pulled him back down.

"I told you," Kimberly said. "You need to relax, honey."

"I'm trying," Larry said, lamely.

Stephanie stood up behind Larry.

"Let's see what Larry has to offer us," Stephanie said

"Yeah," Desirae said brightly.

Desirae quickly sat down next to Larry on the couch, so that Kimberly was on his right side and Desirae was on his left side. Stephanie again leaned in behind him as she placed her hands firmly on his shoulders. Desirae exuded sheer sexuality.

"We want to take your pants off and see your cock, Larry," Desirae whispered in a little girl's voice.

"What," Larry exclaimed.

It was the most shocking thing Larry had ever heard, and he tried to get up but Stephanie pressed down on his shoulders as Kimberly and Desirae grabbed his arms and held him down. Speechless, he looked to Kimberly, whom he had started to trust.

"Hey, what's going here," Larry asked.

"Like Desirae said, Larry," Kimberly said reasonably. "We want to see your cock. Now, let's get those pants off you, shall we?"

Larry was shocked, not believing what he was hearing from these women.

"No way," Larry exclaimed.

Larry started to get up from the couch, he had to get away from them, to get out of the house. As he did so Stephanie snaked her left arm around his neck from behind. He could feel her soft but firm arm pressed against his throat.

"Hey," Larry cried out. "What the fu---mmmmpppphhhhhh."

Stephanie clamped her right hand over his mouth and nose.

"Just enjoy it," Stephanie whispered in his ear.

"Mmmmmppphhhhh, mmmmmppphhhh," Larry screamed into Stephanie's palm.

Larry tried to shake Stephanie's hand off of his mouth.

"Ohhhhhh," Stephanie giggled. "I just love a man's warm breath against the palm of my hand. Pants him, girls."

Simultaneously and quick as a wink, the sexy 19 year old Desirae and the deceptively sweet Kimberly grabbed at Larry's pants. As Stephanie kept her right hand clamped tightly over his mouth and his neck in the crook of her left arm, he flailed his arms, struggling furiously to no avail as the seemingly more trustworthy Kimberly's hands were suddenly inside his pants pockets while Desirae's slender chocolate colored fingers started to unbuckle his belt.

"Just enjoy it, baby," Kimberly said.

Larry finally began to understand what was happening when Kimberly gripped his thighs through his pants pockets, as Desirae unbuckled his belt. Once Desirae reached to get at his pants button it struck him like a lightening bolt that they were really going to try to take his pants off.

"Mmmpppphhhh," Larry screamed in Stephanie's palm.

Larry managed to pull away from Stephanie's warm, fragrant palm. He struggled as he slipped from Desirae's grasp. Kimberly held onto one of his pockets with her left hand and grabbed the zipper of his pants with the fingers of her right hand, keeping him off balance. With Kimberly holding onto his zipper, as he pulled away, it his pants unzipped leaving his loosened pants now held up only by a single plastic button. His cock was noticeably bulging despite his struggles.

"Let me go," Larry screamed. "Somebody help me."

"Yell all you want, baby," Stephanie said. "No one can hear you. We're the only ones in the building."

"Besides," Kimberly giggled. "You should be happy that girls want to see your cock."

Desirae was now holding on to one of Larry's belt loops, trying to keep him on the couch while still trying to get at his pants button.

"Come on," Larry pleaded. "Stop it."

Larry was exhausted, near swooning from their perfume. But even as he knew that he had to get away he felt his get larger, betraying him.

"Come on," Larry cried his voice breaking. "Let me go. Please."

Kimberly and Desirae held on adamantly to Larry's pants as he tried to stand up. He lurched upwards and as he did, Stephanie leaned forward and put her arms around his waist until her hands were clasped in front of his stomach.

"Whoa boy," Stephanie said. "You're not going anywhere."

Larry struggled to right himself, exhausted physically and mentally, he tried to regain his balance. But Desirae's dexterous fingers finally, skillfully and swiftly unbuttoned his pants.

Larry slowly got his bearings, he began to feel secure that he was starting to slowly regain control and that he could wrestle his way out of their soft, feminine grasp. But the girls were stronger than he thought and he didn't move nearly fast enough. Kimberly still had a hold on one of his pockets and Desirae was now holding onto two belt loops, while, from behind, Stephanie slipped her fingers inside both his pants and the waistband of his white cotton briefs. With his belt unbuckled, his pants button open, and his zipper unzipped, it was no contest. As Larry tried to stand up, all three girls used the force of their combined weight and strength to pull him back down onto the couch. Desirae looked Larry directly in the eye.

"Stop it," Desirae said sharply. "Now."

"OK, OK," Larry said.

Larry decided that the best thing to do for the moment was to let the girls think that they he was giving up. As Kimberly and Desirae started to pull his pants and briefs down Stephanie reached her right hand down inside his briefs and gave his ass a sharp pinch with her fingernail.

"Hey," Larry yelped.

Larry leaped up just enough to allow Desirae and Kimberly to pull his pants and briefs past his butt. They pulled his pants down to his ankles but he felt his briefs waistband catch on his cock leaving covered for a moment.

"That just will not do," Desirae smiled.

Desirae tugged at Larry's briefs over his cock sprang free, flopping forward and out.

"Boing," Desirae laughed.

The girls were impressed by Larry's 6" heavily hanging cock and cheered.

"I can't believe this," Larry said.

Larry shook his head in disbelief unable to stop himself from taking in the moment, seeing his cock exposed in the cool air and wagging impudently, as if somehow separate from him, already large and swollen but not even close to full erection.

"Whoooo, he's a biggie," Kimberly proclaimed enthusiastically. "He's hung like a horse."

"Oh my God," Larry moaned.

Larry tried to lean forward, grabbing at his pants while at the same time trying to cover his cock and balls. They were dangling provocatively in unwanted exposure and he could feel it undeniably stiffening, getting even bigger. How could this be happening to him? He had to get away. But all the three girls kept teaming up on him, pulling down his pants as he tried to pull them up and protested fruitlessly, making his cock wave up and down and his balls bounce around. His pants and briefs were pulled off his legs by Kimberly and Desirae as Stephanie grabbed his biceps and held him tight, her nails digging into his biceps.

"We see your huge cock," Stephanie teased victoriously into his ear.

"Enough," Larry cried out angrily.

Larry started to struggle desperately. His thickening cock whacked against his leg once, then got momentarily tangled in Desirae's hair. The wispy sensation of her hair against the head of his penis was indescribable.

"Oh my God," Desirae giggled girlishly.

Larry was now more angry then frightened and felt and humiliated by what these three beautiful girls were doing to him. But his cock seemed to have a life of its own as it surged noticeably upward, starting to throb.

"Look at his cock," Kimberly squealed with delight.

Larry's struggles became wildly desperate, his engorged cock slapping back and forth against his thighs which clearly had a mind of its own.

"Let me go, dammit," Larry demanded.

This only stirred the girls on. Laughing, they pushed their soft, feminine bodies against Larry causing him to fall backwards onto the couch, their breasts and soft skin swallowing up his body their perfume overwhelming his senses. He was feeling a rush of feelings, most of all fear mixed with anger. He could not believe what was happening. He was even more alarmed that he could not control his cock. But what shocked him most of all was how excited he felt, feeling the blood rushing to his cock, causing his cock to swell upwards.

"He's huge," Stephanie observed. "And he's not even half-hard."

All three girls laughed.

"Stop this," Larry demanded. "Stop it now."

Larry couldn't stop his cock from surging as it lurched from his lap. Stephanie wrapped his cock in her soft hand, his mind lost all control of his cock.

"Oh, your cock feels so hot in my hand," Stephanie said. "I can feel it throbbing."

Kimberly and Desirae laughed as Stephanie gently milked his cock.

"Stop," Larry pleaded. "This is crazy."

Larry desperately tried to turn into the couch on his side to hide his cock from the girls. Kimberly reached down and grabbed his balls in her right hand and gave them a warning squeeze. Her left hand braced against his shoulder as she sat right up against him and looked him directly in the eye smiling.

"Don't move," Kimberly said. "Or it will hurt."

"Oh God," Larry moaned.

Larry angry and frightened looked into the eyes of the intellectual bespectacled Kimberly as she continued to hold his balls in her hand gently squeezing them as Stephanie continued milking his cock which now was more than half hard and expanding quickly. His heart raced and every heartbeat engorged his organ more and more in Stephanie's hand. The head of his cock swelled, huge and purple. The three girls were watching his cock in awe. Desirae knelt down before him and pinched the head of his cock.

"Ouch," Larry cried.

"Oh, poor baby," Desirae said. "Did I hurt you little cock."

"Little," Stephanie laughed. "He's huge. Why I bet he's bigger than anybody on campus right now."

Larry moaned, losing himself, as Kimberly continued to milk his cock, loosening her grip and tightening it.

"That's it, baby," Stephanie whispered softly. "Get nice and big for me. But you better not come."

"Oh God," Larry moaned.

Larry's cock grew bigger and bigger in Stephanie's teasing hand. He began moaning in helpless pleasure as his cock reached its full size, strength and length in her soft skilled hand. Her soft, slender fingers fluttered up and down the shaft of his cock with appreciative squeezes, inspiring increased moans of previously unknown fearful bliss.

"I can't believe this is happening to me," Larry groaned.

"This is fun," Kimberly cooed.

Kimberly let Larry's balls go leaving Stephanie was in complete control of him now, milking his to full erection as his cock throbbed in her self-assured hand. Kimberly and Desirae looked wide eyed at the size of his cock in Stephanie's hand, the three of them had never seen a cock so fully engorged and enormous.

Just as Larry was about to come Stephanie released his cock and slapped his balls.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh," Larry cried in agony.

Larry's cock sprang up and slapped against his belly quickly going soft without coming. Larry knew he was defeated and was frightened.

"Stand up," Stephanie instructed.

Stephanie grabbed Larry's balls.

"I wouldn't want to damage these," Stephanie said.

Stephanie forced Larry to his feet by giving his balls a squeeze.

"That's a good boy," Stephanie purred. "Just enjoy the ride."

Kimberly stood next to Stephanie in front of Larry and put her soft, feminine hand under his shirt and on his chest.

"Here, wait-a-minute," Kimberly said. "Let's get this shirt off."

"Please, no," Larry begged.

Desirae helped Kimberly pull Larry's T-shirt off of him as Stephanie knelt in front of him keeping her grip on his balls. Desirae ran her hands over his chest.

"Beautiful," Desirae smiled. "He's very beautiful."

"Yes he is," Kimberly agreed.

Kimberly playfully pinched Larry's nipples as he squirmed and moaned inarticulately trying to elude her tweak as Desirae walked over to the table where she placed her purse and took a small bottle from her purse.

"Let's give this poor boy some relief," Desirae smiled.

Stephanie saw the small bottle of lotion in Desirae's hand as she walked back over.

"He won't last a minute," Stephanie smiled.

"Oh my God, you don't have to do this," Larry protested weakly.

"Sit down," Kimberly said.

Kimberly took Larry's arm and guided him back onto the while Stephanie kept a warning grip on his balls. Desirae squeezed some creamy pink lotion with a faint scent of lilac into her hand.

"If you stop now, I won't tell anybody what happened," Larry said. "I promise."

This only made the girls laugh. Larry had no energy to resist as Stephanie and Kimberly sat down on either side of him on the couch. He could feel their breasts press against his arms as the put their arms through his and hugged against him holding him still. They placed their hands on his thighs and pulled his legs apart. Desirae knelt down in between his spread legs, grabbed his cock with her left hand and the sensitive head of his cock with her oiled right one. She gave the head of his cock a squeeze and a twist as her grasp slipped over and off the head of his cock.

"Aaaahhhh," Larry moaned. "No more, please."

"Get ready for blast off, you bad boy," Desirae said wickedly.

Desirae grabbed the head of Larry's cock again and slipped her soft chocolate colored hand up and down over it, making him squirm.

"I'm going to make you come," Desirae smiled.

"You bitch," Larry groaned.

Larry felt overwhelmed and frightened, being held down by Kimberly and Stephanie as Desirae made his cock her plaything. His cock was so hard and Desirae's hand so soft and skilled, that the shamefaced but angry hunk's hips started involuntarily rocking in response to Desirae's playing with his cock, succumbing to the greatest sensation he had ever felt.

"Come, Larry, come," Desirae said cheerfully.

Sensing Larry was about to shoot his load Desirae wisely backed away as his sperm built up inside him. In seconds, the good looking hunk began gasping as his eyes made contact with the beautiful black Desirae.

"Oh my God," Larry gasped. "Oh my."


The Stud



Marcel was truly hypersexual. From our first tryst, our sexual encounters were a frenzy of orgasmic excess. Plus, it seemed that others, myself included, somehow fed off of his sexual energy, which served to heighten the excitement of any sexual experience with him.

I met him at a friend's house where a few of us had gathered for drinks after work. He was tall and tanned, with beautiful blue eyes and raven black hair. His tight jeans bulged in just the right place. Minutes after meeting him, I was fantasizing about all the ways I might bring him to orgasm. 30 minutes later, he was following me out the door to my place. Not long after that, our bodies were intertwined in orgasmic ecstasy.

As soon as we entered my house, I began to undo my pants as I led him to my bedroom. I stepped out of my pants part way down the hall way and stood naked in the soft light of my bedroom and let him admire my body as he slowly undid his own pants. My cock and my asshole tingled with anticipation as he slid out of his jeans and exposed his own sturdy member.

Naked we stepped close and our mouths locked as our manhood's pressed together. Wordlessly, he gently gripped my ribcage and pushed me downward. I eagerly complied, and went to my knees and greedily sucked his cock into my mouth.

I looked up at him and smiled as I caressed his rod with my tongue.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"Oh, yes" I said with a smile and another lick. "Will you fuck me if I make you cum in my mouth?" I asked in return.

"If you do what I say, I'll give you all the fuck and all the cum you can handle, sweetie." he said in a slightly commanding tone.

He pulled away from me, but only so he could grab the bottle of lube from the table by the bed. He lubed his cock and then commanded me to take his cock in my mouth, just the head. Then he began to slowly and lovingly jack himself off.

"Slick up your fingers" he said, handing me the lube "and finger fuck my ass."

I did as I was told, and I felt his cock surge slightly as my fingers found his love hole. His warm pre-cum was slick on my tongue, and his anal ring was a warm and inviting to my fingers. 

He grunted and grabbed the hand that I was probing him with and forced my fingers deeper into him as I felt his sphincter tighten rhythmically at the same moment that a gusher of jism filled my waiting mouth. I closed my eyes and moaned as I imagined the sight of his manly geyser, as spurt after spurt of his essence filled my mouth and spilled out, dribbling erotically down my chin and on to my chest. He reached won and pulled me up and we shared a cum-filled kiss. 

I fell back on the bed and raised my legs in the air, exposing my eager fuck hole to him. He didn't disappoint me, plunging his shaft in hard and deep with just a pause to allow my body to react and adjust to his girth. His mouth was hard on mine as we fucked, both of us enjoying the sticky treat that his cock had granted me. To my pleasure and astonishment, he came quickly and voluminously. We both cried out in pleasure as I felt his nectar explode inside me, and I came only a few moments later.

As our orgasm subsided, he slowed the pace of his thrusting, and moved so that he could masturbate me as we remained coupled together. It was incredible! The warmth of his cum slicking our intercourse, the pressure of his big cock deep inside me, the smooth loving grip of his hand on my love shaft, and the intensity in his kisses and his gaze all conspired to keep me hard and eager for more of his love. He didn't stop fucking me until we had both climaxed once more.

Only then did he slip his fuckshaft from the embrace of my love hole. He knelt over me, our bodies glazed with sweat, his cock smeared with cum, and licked my cum from my belly and then kissed me some more. To my amazement, he then took his cock in hand and masturbated for me. With one hand he stroked his cock, and with the other, he fingered his asshole until he anointed my cock and balls with another creamy climax. I pulled him to me after that, and we fell asleep with the taste of cum on our tongues, and cum drying on our bodies.

That weekend I spent in a sexual haze. His cum seemed to flow from a bottomless well, and I drank from it. I awoke the with his hard cock pressed against my thigh, and rolled over and masturbated him into my mouth. Before the hour was out, my tongue and lips had been anointed three times with his love nectar. We showered, and returned to the bedroom where he stood over me as I lay on the floor and fucked myself with a dildo. He squirted his man-milk all over my cock, and then took me in his mouth and sucked me to orgasm as he pistoned my fuck toy in and out of my asshole. When he smiled at me after I came, his face was radiant in the morning sun, and stunningly erotic as a dollop of my love cream ran down from the corner of his mouth.

By late Sunday, I had lost track of the number of times he had exploded in my mouth and my ass and all over my body. I had lost the ability to cum sometime late Saturday, and again by mid-morning Sunday, but I couldn't resist this seemingly non-stop sex train, and simply opened my mouth and my legs just to revel in the experience.

We parted Sunday night, but the next several weekends were some of the most intense experiences of my life.

Several times, we went out in the evening and brought another stud back to my house and blew his mind, as well as other parts of his anatomy. I loved to sit in a chair by the fireplace and watch Marcel do to some hot stud what he did to me on our first night together, and then have our guest watch in amazement as Marcel fucked my mouth and my ass until we had both climaxed twice again. Other times, I would guide his cock into some nice, tight pucker hole, and caress both of them as they fucked doggy style. After Marcel had amply filled him with hot spooge, I would lick his cum from our "date's" ass and balls as Marcel fucked me. Or, two of us would lay on our backs on the bed, side by side, kissing intently while Marcel took turns fucking us.

By the end of a night, our guests would always be moved to one more climax than they thought they had in them, and simply blown away by Marcel's ability to cum time and time again.

One winter night, there were five of us frolicking naked in front of the glow of my fireplace. The wine had flown, and our bodies were slick and hard. For an hour, hands and fingers and tongues had explored freely. I was delirious with anticipation, eager to take all of us to the next level and let cocks fill slick, puckered holes, and hot jism spill on to tongues and lips.

Marcel took the lead, and pulled us all to the center of the room. He pushed Brian, one of our regular fuck-buddies to the floor on his back and straddled him. I took Brian's raging hard-on and guided it to my lovers hole. This was very exciting, as Marcel had only been fucked a few times while we together. The results, though, had been spectacular. I licked my lips with excitement as I watched Marcel's pucker hole stretch, yield, and engulf the slick cock. Marcel tilted his head back and closed his eyes in ecstasy as he fucked up and down with slow, loving movements of his hips. 

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." he whispered with haunting eroticism. His cock was commandingly erect, and Brian's body responded to Marcel's intonations as we knew it would. Brian thrust his hips upward as his orgasm burst forth deep in my lover's belly and Marcel responded with a geyser of love nectar that made us all gasp with delight as the two fuckers let their voices loose with climactic delight. 

Brian had cum on his belly and chest, and even his face, while more of the milky treat ran down Marcel's shaft and balls. I and one other greedily licked at the treasure and Marcel eagerly drew my lips to his.

"I want them all to fuck me!" he whispered in my ear.

"Oh God, yes!" I responded, turned on even more by the thought of watching two more studs fuck my lover. 

I licked a dribble of cum from his scrotum as Brian's love stick slipped from the warm embrace of Marcel's fuckhole, and then Raymond mounted Marcel from behind while he remained astride Brian. I watched entranced as Ray's long, thick shaft slid in and out of that sweet hole. His man-flesh was dark, but quickly smeared with glistening streaks of Brian's love cream. Several times I wrapped my mouth around Marcel's cock, hoping to drink from his fountain of virility, but each time he pulled me away from his cock to kiss me and gently remind me that I would get my turn. His orgasms were not merely for his and my pleasure, but our guests as well.

Raymond gave a great gasp as he climaxed, then groaned mightily with each driving thrust as he too poured his seed deep into Marcel's anal sheath. He latched his mouth on to Marcel's shoulder and sucked as he reached around and lovingly grasped Marcel's love muscle. Brian raised himself up on his elbows and opened his mouth in time to catch the first two squirts of Marcel's climax almost directly on his tongue before turning to kiss Jim, our other partner. I, on the other hand, was hungrily licking the cum-smeared cock that had just fucked my lover so magnificently.

Marcel brought Jim to his feet and bent forward so that they could fuck standing up. I moved to my big chair and lay back in it with my legs spread wide. Marcel was facing me and moved closer, so that his cock was near me. As they fucked, I fingered my asshole, sliding one and two fingers inside myself, lubing myself up, readying myself for the lovemaking that was to come. I was near climax just from thinking about how exciting it would be to have these three hot men watching us fuck.

"Spread your hole. Make it ready for my cum!" Marcel commanded me.

I used both hands to pull my cheeks farther apart and used my index finger from each hand to open my love hole. Then, as I watched enraptured, my lover once more erupted in orgasm and slathered warm, creamy love nectar all over my balls, scrotum, and waiting asshole. I almost came! I did, however, explode when he buried his cock inside me, and before the waves of pleasure had subsided, two of our studs had positioned themselves on either side of my chair, eagerly offering their hard manmeat to my skilled mouth. 

Marcel pumped rhythmically into me while Jim knelt behind him, licking at the trickle of jizz that ran down the inside of Marcel's thigh from his well-fucked ass. My lover joined me in sucking at the cocks at my lips, and somewhere along the way, we shared the erotic eruptions we brought forth with our intertwined tongues and soft lips. Marcel came inside me twice before I rose to climax a second time, which brought a soft chorus of appreciative moans from our company.

Jim stayed the night with us, while Brian and Ray left together, undoubtedly eager to enjoy the pleasures of each other's bodies again in the morning. 

In the soft morning light, I masturbated with a dildo as I watched Marcel fuck Jim's mouth and then his beautiful asshole. I came at the sight of dark-skinned Jim, resplendant in post sexual glory with a thick, gossamer stream of love nectar running down both his cheeks, and another dollop of love butter dribbling from his fuckhole, while Marcel masturbated another magnificent carnal eruption into my hungry mouth.

Marcel moved away a few weeks later, and we never had the chance to enjoy another "manfest", although we fucked many more times. 



The Stud



"Yes, yes...oh God," she screamed. 

I smiled as I heard her grab on to the headboard in sheer ecstasy. Her body writhed wildly and I had to be careful not to get kneed in the face as my tongue darted in and out of her slit then slithered up and down the folds of her magnificent pussy. I surrounded her stiff little clitoral button with my lips and ever-so-lightly nipped at it with my teeth, causing her to fill our bedroom with shrill screams of pleasure. 

I don't think there was any limit to the number of orgasms I could give her with my talented, oral manipulations. At least I never found one. I had been going strong for almost an hour; she was on her fourth or fifth climax, maybe it was her sixth, I'd lost count. All I knew for sure was my tongue was getting tired and I had yet to get off. It was time to slip inside this passionate creature. I lifted myself and moved into position.

With pure, animalistic lust, Britney released her grip from above her head and reached down to guide my rock hard love tool into the soft, wet confines of her vaginal walls. Every thrust produced sounds of rapture emanating from my loving wife. After a little while, I knew she was on the edge yet again, but this time so was I. With a final push my entire body tightened as we both came together in orgasmic bliss. For a brief moment I'd sworn that the world ceased to exist for anyone but my Britney and me.

As we lay in each other's arms, trying to regain a normal breathing pattern, I thought back to when I was a teenager and how I thought sticking my tongue into a girls snatch was gross. Thank goodness for Stan, my older brother, and the lectured he gave me, decreeing just how stupid that kind of thinking was. Had it not been for him, I doubted I would be lying next to my loving bride.

I met Britney in college when a friend of mine pointed her out to me in the book store. He said he'd never seen anyone who enjoyed being eaten like she did. He was sure she preferred it to intercourse. 

You can imagine how my ears perked up. Since that talk with my brother, I practiced every chance I got and considered myself an aficionado in the art of cunnilingus.

It took three dates before I was invited to demonstrate my expertise; it was well worth the wait...for both of us. My buddy was right; she enjoyed it like no one I'd ever known. From that night on, neither of us dated anyone else. We were perfect for one another, not only in the bedroom but in our everyday likes and dislikes as well. We fell in love and were married the year after graduation.

Four years later here we were, exhausted after enjoying one another with the same intensity we had on that first night. I smiled to myself and pulled her tighter into my body as we slipped into dreamland.

***

After experiencing the fifth worst winter in its history, the entire Midwest was looking forward to spring. Britney and I were certainly no exceptions. She couldn't wait to starting working on her famous tan and I was anxious to get out to the course and hit that little white ball around. Unfortunately, it was only the first Saturday of April and neither was possible yet. The temperature was still in the forties and half the streets were flooded from the melting snow.

After breakfast, Brit and I decided, since we couldn't do much else, it was a good time to clean the garage. It was late in the afternoon and we were both getting tired when Bruce, my best friend, neighbor, and golf partner popped in with a six-pack.

"Hey you guys, I saw you out here working hard and thought it was time for a break," he said handing Britney and I a bottle.

We both thanked him and agreed. We went into the kitchen and sat at the table for a well-deserved rest and some conversation. Bruce started it.

"You guys aren't the only ones getting a jump on spring cleaning. I saw Dottie doing the same thing over at her place this morning."

"No kidding," Britney remarked, "how's she doing?"

"Okay, I guess. She did say she still missed Bill a lot."

"Oh of course; hell, they spent half a century together. I'm sure she'll miss him until she joins him," said Britney.

"What was she doing at the house?" I asked. "Is she moving back in?"

"No, she was getting it ready for the new tenants. She's got it rented out again."

"Oh no, she doesn't; to who this time?" I asked.

"I don't know. All she said was that they were a young couple."

"God, I hope they're not like that last jackass she rented to," Britney interjected.

"Yeah," responded Bruce, "those fricken dogs of his kept me up half the night, all the time."

"You're not the only one, they kept the whole damn neighborhood up," I said with a slight tinge of anger as I remembered back a few months.

***

We lived in a nice quiet area of Arlington Hills, about fifteen miles northwest of Chicago. Britney's dad gave us the money for the down payment on our house as a wedding gift. It didn't take long for us to make friends and we've been very happy since the day we moved in.

The one fly in the ointment was the Tolliver house. Bill and Dottie Tolliver had the smallest house around for blocks. It was only a two bedroom with one dinky bathroom, barely what you'd call a starter home, but they were an older couple, their kids were all off on their own, so it was fine for them. 

Well, much to everyone's shock, one day Bill fell over in his front yard with a massive heart attack. They were a nice couple and the whole neighborhood was praying he'd make it but it was not to be. Dottie didn't want to live there alone so she moved in with her daughter and son and put the house up for sale. The problem was nobody wanted a place that small, so after it had been on the market for a year without so much as a nibble, she started to rent it out. 

Her first tenant was a young woman, not bad looking but a little stand-off-ish. She was only there a few months when she decided she didn't like our winters and moved back south to somewhere in Tennessee. 

Next came the asshole. His name was Bobby, not Bob, Bobby. He had two dogs that he kept in the back yard and they did nothing but bark and howl all night long. He also had two or three girlfriends and a host of drinking buddies that would come and go until the wee hours of the morning. He didn't even try to fit in around here and I don't think anyone in the neighborhood liked him. He finally moved out just before winter and the place had been standing empty since then; until now, apparently. 

***

"Did she say if they were from around here?" asked Brit.

"Nope, she was just finishing up by the time we talked. She looked like she was anxious to get going so I didn't want to hold her up." 

"When are they supposed to move in? Did she say?" Britney asked.

"No," Bruce answered, "but the way she talked I'm sure it'll be soon."

Just then we heard a knock at the front door and Bruce's wife, Cathy, poked her head in. "Anybody home?"

"Yeah," Britney yelled, "we're in the kitchen." 

With the rotten weather we'd been having we hadn't seen each other for a little while so there was more than enough gossip to catch up on and before we knew it, it was time for dinner. I ordered a pizza and it was well into the night by the time they left. 

Two weeks later I was coming home from work on a Friday night and looking forward to the first warm weekend in a long time. I worked as an account rep, for a fastener company. We made specialty screws, nuts, and bolts to the customer's specifications. I had the largest territory in the company and there was always some crisis popping up here or there; it was the nature of the business. There were days I felt like pulling my hair out but the job paid well and it looked like there was a future to be made there so every day I gave it my best. 

As I passed by the Tolliver house I saw a U-haul truck in the drive. Well, I thought, I guess we're about to meet our new neighbors. 

Britney worked in the office of an insurance company and got off at four so she was already home and greeted me with her usual hug and kiss. We didn't have any particular schedule for making love but Friday nights were always a given. I could tell by the tongue action she gave me that Britney was looking forward to it as much as I was.

I followed her into the kitchen to help with dinner and my eyes instantly fixed on what was sitting in the middle of the table.

"Mmmmm, pineapple upside down cake; what's the occasion?"

"No occasion," she said pulling something out of the fridge. "Business was slow so I got off of work a little early today and thought I'd use the time to do something nice for my man. Besides, you're going to need the sugar rush for tonight."

I looked over and she had this mischievous little grin on her face. I've seen that look many times before and knew I was in for one hell of a night. 

"I'll get started on the potatoes if you want to chop up the stuff for the salad," she said.

"Deal," I replied. I figured the faster we ate the faster we could get down to business. "Did you see the U-haul over at Dottie's place?"

"Yes, I did. We should probably go over there tomorrow and welcome them to the neighborhood, maybe bring them a bottle of wine or something."

"I suppose. I didn't see any dogs running around the yard, did you?"

She chuckled. "No, no dogs, all I saw was the truck."

"Yeah, me too; we still have a bottle of that blackberry wine down stairs, we'll take that. I haven't found anyone yet that doesn't like that stuff." 

"Yeah, that'll be fine, honey."

"Maybe Bruce and Cathy would like to come along."

"They won't be home, remember; they left for her folks place in Wisconsin. They took off just before you got home. They'll be gone the whole weekend."

Since Britney mentioned it, I did remember them telling us that. Oh well, I thought, Brit and I would just have to do the welcome wagon thing by ourselves.

After dinner we took our cake and a cup of coffee out to the living room to eat while we watched a little TV. It didn't take long before Britney undid the buttons on my shirt and slipped her hand inside to rub my chest. I put my arm around her as she snuggled into my body. After a minute or so I felt her hand leave my chest and travel southward. She unzipped me then unbuckled my pants. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I felt her sneak under the elastic of my shorts. 

My body inadvertently jumped and I leaned my head back against the couch when I felt her fingernails scrape along the tightly stretched skin of my erection. 

"Oooh," she cooed softly into my ear, "is my baby enjoying himself?"

"Oh yeah," I sighed. 

I felt my lovely wife slide her body down to the floor. She took a hold of my trousers, I lifted my hips and within seconds I could feel the cool leather of the couch under my bare ass and the air hitting my prominently displayed hard-on. 

My breathing became more ragged in anticipation. I let out an involuntary groan as I felt her tongue start from the very bottom of my balls and slowly lick her way to the top of my cock. I felt the warmth of her precious mouth as it engulfed me. 

Over the next few minutes she teased using her lips, her teeth, and her tongue to drive me to the very brink but not over the top. 

I sat consumed by a euphoric fog.

"Don't move," she whispered. "I'll be right back...and don't open your eyes."

Her short absence gave me just enough time for a thousand questions to run through my mind. What was she up to? 

Before I could begin to guess she was back. I felt something wet and cold surrounding my dick. I couldn't take it; I open my eyes to see what she was doing. 

There knelt my cherished wife taking slices of pineapple and sliding them down my cock. She looked at me and giggled as she started to nibble away. The sensation was too much. I exploded, spewing cum into the air only to have it fall back down and mix with the sweet juices of the sequestering fruit.

Britney never missed a beat as she savored the erotic cocktail. By the time she was done with her dessert I was hard again. "Sorry," she said looking up at me and wrapping her fingers around my love pole, "but you're all sticky. There's no way you're putting that in me until we get you washed up. Come one," she said pulling my pants completely off so I could walk. 

I follower her upstairs where we both hopped into the shower. Britney and I were staunch supporters of water conservation. To us it made no sense to shower alone.

I let my hands glide up and down Britney's luscious body, building her feminine body wash into a slippery, sensual lather. She turned and backed into me, reaching around with her hands and pulling me closer. She laid her head back on my shoulder with a sigh as my hands skated along the silky smooth, slick flesh of the woman I loved. Before running out of hot water, we had slipped, slithered, and slid each other to an earth shattering climax.

Once we dried one another off, we headed for the comfort of our bed. I came two more times, who knows how many times Britney came. I glanced at the clock as we snuggled together in preparation of a good night's sleep; it was past two in the morning. 

The next day started much like the night before ended. I couldn't believe the morning woody I had after coming four times just a few hours before, but there it was, standing proudly. 

It didn't go unnoticed by the vision of loveliness lying next to me either. Britney cooed into my ear as her left hand felt its way to my tent pole. She obviously awoke as wet as I did hard because within a few seconds she straddled my hips and lowered herself with ease. Brit leaned forward with a big grin, placed her hands on my chest, and started to rock back and forth. Within minutes we reached ecstasy together. 

After we showered, dressed, and ate, I think we both felt like we could lick the world. We were a truly happy couple. 

"So, what do you think...you ready to go over and meet our new neighbors?" asked Britney as we finished a late breakfast.

"Yeah, why not," I replied. "Let me get the wine and we'll take off."

Britney took my arm as we strolled along the sidewalk to the end of the block. I was a little surprised when I saw them still moving things in from the trailer. Maybe they need some help, I thought. As we got a little closer I had second thoughts about helping them.

"What the..." I said quietly enough so only Brit could hear me. 

She gave me a slight poke in the ribs as if to say, 'don't judge a book by its cover,' but these two didn't look like anyone I would include into my circle of friends. The guy had long black stringy hair. There were several gold rings that traveled up the outside of his left ear and both earlobes had a hole in them the size of a dime. There was yet another gold ring protruding from his left eyebrow and he seemed to have tattoos everywhere. 

The girl standing next to him was almost as bad with rings sticking out of her lip and eyebrow. She also had a small stud through her nostril. She was covered a little more than him but I was sure she had her share of tattoos as well. What a pair, I thought.

I was thinking about turning around and walking back to the house but my friendly wife killed my plan. 

"Hi," she greeted them with a cheery voice and an outstretched hand. "My name is Britney, this is my husband, Taylor. We wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood."

"Hi, I'm Skip," he said shaking Brit's hand first then extending the courtesy to me. "This is Joy." 

In spite of his appearance, he seemed like a friendly enough guy. I did have a problem with summing people up based solely on their looks sometimes. I considered it a character flaw and something I had to work on. No time like the present.

"We brought you a little house warming gift," I said with a smile. I presented him with the bottle of wine.

"Ah, we don't really like wine," he stated. "Why don't you keep it."

Okay...yeah, sometimes I rush to judgment based on people's looks, but sometimes first instincts are the best. I didn't consider his rebuke of our gift very sociable. Even if they didn't like wine he could have taken it, said thanks, and poured down the drain after we left.

"Oh, okay," I said in a tone that wasn't all that cordial. "Then I guess we'll enjoy it ourselves over dinner tonight."

Britney tried to be gracious and strike up a conversation but they acted like we were bothering them so we said our goodbyes and left after only a few minutes.

"I wonder if Dottie even meets any of these people before she rents out her house to them." Britney said on the way back to our place. 

"Good question, I doubt it."

As far as I was concerned, I didn't need any more contact with our new neighbors and I knew Britney felt the same way.

By May first, winter was just a bad memory. The trees were budding, the birds were singing, and golf season was upon us. The street was just starting to glow from the cresting sun as I drove over to Bruce's house. He was all smiles as I popped my trunk so his golf bag could keep mine company on the way to the course. 

"Hey Pal, what a beautiful morning for a round a golf," he said. 

"Yeah, let's hope you feel the same way when we're done," I joked.

"So, did you meet the new neighbors yet?"

"Oh yeah; Britney and I went over there with a bottle of wine when they first moved in. The guy told us to drink it ourselves."

"He did? Was he joking?"

"No he wasn't joking. The guy's a jackass. Even Britney didn't like them and you know her, she likes everybody."

"Huh, they seemed alright to me. You just don't like all the piercings and tattoos."

"No, it wasn't that, they were rude. I was going to offer to help them carry some of the furniture in but changed my mind when we tried talking to them."

"They were probably just tired, or maybe they'd just had a fight or something."

"Possibly," I responded, "but they sure haven't gone out of their way to be friendly. I haven't seen them since we went over there."

"I don't know, maybe they're embarrassed by the way they acted. Cathy and I ran into them in the store the other day and they seemed friendly enough then. We talked for quite a while."

"Maybe they were tired, like you said. So, Brucy old buddy, same as last year? Loser buys the beer?" I asked, changing the subject. 

It was so nice to get out on the course again. The crappy winter made us appreciate the beautiful weather all that much more. There was still a little fog in the air as we approached the first tee so we waited a couple minutes for it to lift. When it did there were three deer crossing the fairway, not thirty yards in front of us. Neither Bruce nor I played very well but we didn't care, it was just great to be out there.

On the way home Bruce asked if I was going to have a Memorial Day party. Britney and I started throwing a back yard Bar-B-Que, slash party about three years ago and it's become kind of a tradition. Between neighbors, friends, and relatives we had over forty people at the last one.

"Yeah," I answered. "We haven't really talked about it but I don't see why not."

"Alright," he said with a big smile, "I'll have Cathy call Brit and see how we can help. 

Over the next couple of weeks Britney and I started to make plans. Bruce and Cathy were over as we were going through the list of invitees. 

"Are you going to invite our new neighbors?" asked Bruce.

"Who... you mean the two renting Dottie's place? No," I told him, "they're not on the list."

"Come on, Taylor, the whole neighborhood's going to be here. You're going to hurt their feelings if you don't invite them. Give them another chance."

I looked at Brit. She looked at me and just shrugged her shoulders. 

"Okay, honey, put them on the list, what the hell."

As word got out about the party, everyone volunteered to bring a side dish, or in some cases, liquor. In the past we grilled hot dogs and hamburgers but Britney suggested we do it up right this year and get ribs. Since all we had to worry about was the main course, I agreed. Besides, it gave Brit a chance to show off her new recipe for bar-b-que sauce. Damn it was good.




The Stud



Of course the Memorial Day weekend started Friday night in our bedroom. Britney was insatiable. My tongue was so tired I didn't think I'd be able to talk for days. Saturday we went to the store and picked up the ribs we had ordered for the cook-out. Sunday, Bruce and I played golf. Later that night Britney and I just took it easy knowing we had a big day ahead of us.

Monday morning I slowly opened my eyes to bright rays of sunlight streaming in through the blinds. They filled the entire room with a warm, welcoming glow. I was lying on my side, spooning my lovely wife. My left arm was draped over her shoulder but I had somehow managed to get my right arm under her pillow where it fell asleep. It was passed the tingling sensation and completely, totally dead. 

It was still too early to get up so I tried to sneak my arm out from under my wife's head without disturbing her but it didn't work. 

"Mmmmm," she sighed as she rolled over toward me with a big smile. "Good morning handsome."

Without trying to show her my discomfort right away, I reached over and kissed her soft lips. Her smile widened and she started to snuggle into me again.

"Ah, honey, I'm sorry but I have to get up. My arm's asleep."

"Oh," she said sitting up so I could pull it free. She laughed while I stomped around, doing my best Quasimodo impersonation while swinging my deadened arm from side to side. Damn what a miserable feeling, it was as if I had a ten pound sack of sand hanging from my shoulder. 

Britney told me to come over and sit on the bed then gently massaged it back to life. By this time we were both awake so we showered and had some breakfast before starting preparations for our big soirée. 

As the morning progressed, Bruce and Cathy came over with some folding chairs and card tables. Bruce helped me string up some outdoor lights in the back yard before setting up the tables and chairs while I got the grill going. Cathy pitched in, helping Britney in the kitchen. By eleven o'clock some of the early arrivals were helping to get the food laid out and by noon we had a full blown party going on. 

I, of course being the head chef, was busy brushing healthy helpings of sauce on slabs of ribs and grilling them to perfection while my lovely bride acted as hostess. Terry, one of our other neighbors, had a warming vat that kept butter melted just right so you could immerse an ear of corn in it then pull it out dripping liquid gold in color. Josh, a friend of mine from work, was manning the kegs and filling everyone's glasses to the top with a frothy, frosty head. Then there was Bill, the Margarita king from down the street. Bill had learned to make Margaritas in Mexico and was now well known for his magic green concoction. I told him he should have business cards made up saying, "Have blender will travel." I had him set up at a table right in the middle of the yard for easy access.

It was about three in the afternoon and the party was going strong when my charming wife joined me for the first time in an hour or so.

"Don't blow your gasket, Taylor."

"Huh, why would I blow my gasket, what happened," I asked confused.

Britney motioned to the side with her head. My eyes followed along the imaginary route she indicated. That's when I saw our two new neighbors walking my way.

"Holy, shi..."

"Easy," Britney begged.

Everyone was dressed casually; after all it was the start of summer and the temperature was in the mid-seventies, but these two...Skip had on a pair of short levis cut-offs that were riding so low on his hips you could see his pubic hair sticking out the top. He was covered with tattoos from the waist up, all of which were on full display along with the ring sticking through his left nipple. As a fashion accessory to complete his ensemble, he wore a pair of flip-flops; that was it, his entire wardrobe. 

His girlfriend, Joy, had on the same kind of cut-offs except hers were even shorter. The lower part of her butt cheeks were totally exposed and the only reason you couldn't see her pubic hair was that she didn't have any. On top she wore a white tee-shirt that was tied in a knot just under her breasts. The fabric was so thin and thread-bare that both of her ring laden nipples almost poked right through it. She also had several tattoos, mostly on her shoulders and arms but the one that caught my eye was of a lizard that was partially hidden by her shorts as it appeared to be crawling down her stomach toward her pussy.

"Hey man, how's it going?" Skip asked extending his hand. "Thanks for the heads-up, this looks like a blast."

I shook hands but I just didn't like this guy. Forget all the piercings, tattoos, and lack of wardrobe etiquette; he just had a way about him that seemed snide and arrogant. I was sure I would regret letting Bruce talk me into inviting them before the end of the day.

Joy didn't say anything. She looked around and seemed bored already. Of course neither brought anything, not even a six pack which I always thought was the minimum offering when invited to a party.

"Come on, you two," Britney said taking them both by the arm, "let me introduce you around. Most of the people here live in the neighborhood."

Thankfully she led them away. I kind of kept an eye on them and was amused at some of the looks they were getting. I was sure they would be the topic of local gossip for months to come. 

I had been slaving over a hot grill and nursing a couple of beers for hours before deciding it was time for a break. I think the only person who hadn't eaten yet was me anyway. I fixed myself a plate and looked around for my wife. She was sitting with a group of laughing women so I decide to settle for some manly company instead. I tracked down Bruce and pulled up a chair. 

"You finally taking a break?" he asked.

"Yeah, my feet are sore from standing around."

"You see our new neighbors?"

"Yeah, I saw them as soon as they got here."

"Damn, that Joy has a sweet little body, doesn't she. I'd sure like to see where that lizard is headed," he said with a devilish tone in his voice.

I chuckled. "Cathy would hit you over the head with a brick it you tried to find out," I joked back.

"That's for sure." It doesn't hurt just to look though. Did you see she has both of those pretty little titties pierced with nipple rings?"

"You'd have to be blind not to see them, Bruce. She's not at all shy about showing them off; in fact neither of them are bashful." I took a bite from my corn-on-the-cob and looked around. "Where are they? Did they go home already?" One could only hope.

"No, they're around here someplace. The last I saw of them they were with Britney. I think she was trying to make them feel welcome."

"Yup, that's my Britney. She's over there with Cathy and some of the other ladies though." 

"There they are," said Bruce looking behind us. 

I glanced back and saw Skip and Joy sitting at one of the long card tables with a couple of beers in their hand. There were five or six large plastic cups stacked up next to them. I assumed that was for both of them.

After eating it was about time to exchange my chef's hat for my host cap. I joined my wife and her friends.

"Hello dear," slurred Brit.

"Ah, hello gorgeous," I replied flirting with my slightly tipsy significant other. "And just how many of those have you had, my darling?" 

She held up what was left of one of Bill's famous margaritas. "Oh, two or three," she muttered with a little grin. 

I was hoping she didn't get too drunk. I would never have admitted it, but that little slut, Joy, had me horny as hell. All I could think of was what I was going to do to my own little slut later that night.

For about the next hour Britney and I socialized with our reveling friends. I pretty much stayed away from the gruesome-twosome though. I really didn't want to be too friendly with them for fear they'd start hanging around. Unfortunately my lovely wife didn't share my reluctance. When I saw she was no longer at my side I looked around and saw the three of them standing on the other side of the yard, talking. I watched for a minute as Joy appeared to be showing off her piercings to my wife. Britney seemed enthralled as our young guest exhibited them one by one.

I saw my wife picking up the conversation while pointing to Joy's boobs. I was totally shocked when Brit cautiously reached up and felt her nipple rings. I was sure it was at Joy's invitation but even so...

Next it was Skip's chance. He turned his head and tugged on his earlobe to give Brit a better look. I wasn't sure if she was acting or it was the margaritas, but she seemed to be enjoying herself. She laughed at one point and put her hand to her mouth; that's when I thought I saw her look down at his crotch but I was too far away to be sure. It looked like Joy said something to Skip then he stuck out his tongue. What the hell, I thought. Was he being rude again? Brit didn't seem to be offended...I had to see what the hell was going on.

"Hi honey," she greeted as I walked up. "Joy and Skip here were showing me all their body jewelry. You should feel her nipple rings, they're really neat." 

Joy turned toward me as if offering me a feel. I didn't even look at Skip to see what he thought of the idea. 

"No, no, that's perfectly alright, I'm sure they feel great," I said jokingly. 

"It's okay if you want to feel them," said Skip.

"I'll pass," I replied.

"Show him you tongue," Britney slurred.

Skip stuck his tongue out, that's when I saw what had my wife so animated. He had a big stud sticking right through it. It almost made my stomach cringe when I thought of how painful it must have been to have that done. He wiggled it around so I could get a better look. It had two balls on either end. 

"How do you eat with that thing?" I asked.

"Ask Joy," he replied with a laugh. 

Being the oral couple we were, both Britney and I picked up on his little joke immediately. 

Joy chimed right in. "Oh God, it's the most incredible thing ever."

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, we were all adults, but their behavior just seemed a little forward for someone we'd only known a little while. At the same time I could only imagine what thoughts were going through the head of my tongue loving wife. Of course it didn't take her long to let me know.

"Oh Taylor," she turned toward me to speak. She was almost gushing. I knew it was mostly from the booze. "Can you get one of those?"

"Not hardly," I joked dismissively. Brit stuck her lower lip out to show me she was pouting.

Skip piped up again, he was obviously very proud of his ability to withstand pain. "I also have a Prince Albert. Do you know what that is?"

"Yes," I said letting my irritation with his crudeness show, "I know what a Prince Albert is. Do me a favor and don't go showing it around, okay?"

"Joy also has her hood pierced, maybe you like to see that for yourself," chanted the obnoxious prick.

"Ah, no, I would appreciate it if you two just kept your hidden piercings hidden." 

Thank goodness I heard a couple of the guys calling me over for a game of lawn darts because I was really getting pissed again. 

I didn't care if it was rude or not, I leaned over and whispered in my wife's ear telling her not to ignore the other guests. She promised she wouldn't and I excused myself.

My partner and I won the first three games of lawn darts so we had been at it for over an hour before being sent to the showers, figuratively of course. I walked over to the keg and drew myself a tall one; it was only my third for the entire day. After a couple of sips I looked around for Brit but didn't see her.

She must be inside, I thought, and since I had to tap a kidney, I was sure I'd run into her in the house. The first floor washroom was occupied so I went upstairs. On the way it occurred to me that Bill's margaritas had hit her a little harder than she thought they would and she might be in the bedroom lying down. When I was done in the bathroom I checked the bedrooms but Brit was nowhere to be found.

When I returned to the party I scanned the entire back yard, looking for my slightly inebriated wife. At first I didn't see Joy or Skip either and was relieved thinking they'd gone home. Unfortunately that comforting thought didn't last long when I spotted Joy talking to a couple of the other ladies. 

I picked up the beer I'd set down earlier and walked around while keeping an eye out for Britney. Bruce and Cathy were sitting under the big Oak tree in the far corner of the yard talking with another couple, so I wandered over that way.

Al and Mildred Higgans was an elderly couple that lived behind Bruce's place. "Hey Taylor, another great party," commented Al. "You and Britney get better at this every year."

"Thanks Al. Speaking of Britney, has anyone seen her later, I seem to have misplaced my wife."

Cathy spoke first. "No, I haven't seen her in a while, Taylor."

"Me neither," offered Mildred. "The time last I saw her, she was talking to that guy with the long hair."

"You mean Skip? That guy's something else, isn't he," remarked Bruce. 

That's when it hit me; it was the first time all day that I had seen one without the other. I stood there trying to act casual as I searched around, now looking for Skip. I looked over and saw Joy in the same spot as before but still absent her partner.

From the day I met Britney she had never given me a reason to question her fidelity but I knew how much she'd had to drink and I remembered her reaction to that asshole's stud. I was getting a very bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I excused myself to start my search in earnest. 

There was no way she could get her car out of the garage, there were too many vehicles blocking our drive. If they were together would they take a chance of someone seeing them sneak off to his place? I doubted it. That left only one place, they had to be in the house somewhere; most likely in the basement, although we just used it as storage. There was nothing down there except boxes and things, nowhere to fool around if that's what they were really up to.

I opened the door to the basement and listened...nothing. Just to be safe I tiptoed down the stairs until I could see, nope, nothing. A sense of relief washed over me. What was I thinking? Britney would never cheat on me, even if she was a little smashed. I closed the door and was about to continue my search when I heard her unmistakable shriek of ecstasy coming from the garage. 

No, it can't be, I told myself. I had to force my hand to turn the doorknob. I can't even describe what I felt next. My logical, clear thinking that I had always relied on in a crisis, ceased to function. Any brainwaves had been replaced with emotions, tons and tons of emotions all swirling around inside me like a train wreck, one smashing into another over and over. It was if someone put blinders on me, my peripheral vision was non-existent as my eyes focused like lasers on the two in front of me.

Britney was sitting on the fender of her car, leaning back with both hands on the hood for support. Her body was arched with her head thrown back and her eyes closed. Skip was hunched over between her legs. He had his right arm under her left leg holding it up and out of his way. His left hand pushed against the inner thigh of her right leg to give him more room. Her panties were tangled up inside her shorts and hung from her ankle. 

My blood ran cold and I felt clammy as I saw him busily lapping away at what was supposed to be exclusively mine. Britney fought to stifle her cries of gratification; the same cries that used to give me such pleasure were now ripping my heart to pieces. 

The two were so wrapped up in their hedonistic paradise they weren't yet aware of their discovery. I could almost feel my adrenal glands going into overdrive as I quickly closed the gap between us. I reached out and grabbed a handful of Skip's long black locks and yanked him backwards as hard as I could. I heard him yell out as his ass hit the hard cement floor. I thought I also heard Britney scream but I wasn't sure. It was as if I was on autopilot and wasn't aware of what was happening around me.

Skip tried to twist out of my grip but I had a good hold of his hair and held his head down as I pulled him into the kitchen, through the patio doors, and back to the party.

Everyone froze at the sound of his screams. They watched in shock as I drug the son-of-a-bitch halfway across the yard. "Get this mother-fucker out of my sight before I kill him," I yelled as I threw him at Joy's feet.

As soon as I released his hair Skip spun around to get back on his feet and lunged at me, throwing a wild punch that missed by a mile. He stumbled forward then turned around for a second try but I was waiting for him. I caught him right above his left eye with the hardest punch I'd ever thrown in my life. He went down like a sack of potatoes. 

I turned around when I heard some scuffling in back of me and saw that Joy had attempted to join the fight by attacking me from behind but was being restrained by Cathy and a couple others. I looked at Skip again, who was still on the ground thrashing around in a pool of blood. Evidently my punch caught the ring he had through his eyebrow and ripped the skin wide open. He was bleeding like a stuck pig. 

Joy was crying and screaming to be freed so she could help the SOB. When they let her go she ran over and knelt down to help him up. You could hear a pin drop as everyone watched Joy help Skip to his feet then take off down the drive and out to the sidewalk.

"Sorry everybody," I bellowed, "but the party's over. Everyone go home...please."

I knew everybody was dying to know what happened but respectfully they all dispersed. 

I staggered over to the patio and watched as the women grabbed the bowls and dishes of leftover food that they brought. The guys glanced my way from time to time but no one bothered me. Finally the only ones left were Bruce and Cathy. 

"What the hell happened?" they asked almost in unison.

"Please guys, not now. I just want to be left alone, really."

"Taylor, your hand..." Cathy exclaimed. 

I looked down and saw my right hand was all scratched up and bloody. Skip must have reached up and dug into my skin with his fingernails in an attempt to make me let go, but I didn't even feel it.

Cathy looked around, I'm sure she was looking for Britney. I think she was about to go look for her but Bruce took her by the arm. "Come on, honey," he said leading her away. 

Cathy turned and looked at me over her shoulder, "We're here if you need us...and get that hand looked at."

I just nodded my head. 

Finally it was quiet. I looked at the table in front of me. Not more than six feet away was a half empty bottle of Jim Beam that someone left. I picked it up and poured some of it over my hand, it makes a great antiseptic. I sat down on one of the folding chairs and took a swig from the bottle; I wasn't going to waste it all on my hand. 

I was still numb. I couldn't think straight. I kept asking myself what happened. It was all kind of a blur.

I leaned back in my chair and took another belt; I could feel the effects of the eighty-proof elixir as it burned my throat on the way down. I just sat there, staring into space for a while. Slowly my mind started to refocus. Almost like in a dream I saw images of my sweet, lovely Britney spreading her legs for another man. I could feel my heart pounding with anxiety. 

How, I asked myself, how could she do this? How could she destroy what we have? I wanted to ask her in person but I was still way too tightly wound. I didn't trust myself. I'd never so much as touched a woman in anger before but I couldn't ever remember being so angry...or so hurt before either. 




The Stud



I had to get control. I had to find a way to calm down before I had a stroke. I had to get away, even if it was just for a little while. The problem was I didn't even trust myself behind the wheel of a car. The only place I could think of was Plato's Place, a local bar a few blocks down the street. Bruce and I went there sometimes to grab a beer and play some pool. 

As I took one more sip of Beam before standing up, it occurred to me that I hadn't seen Britney. I wondered if she was still home or if she'd taken off too. I went inside and thought I'd check our bedroom first, but as I walked through the kitchen I heard her crying. I looked into the garage. She was sitting on the concrete with her back leaning against the wheel of her car. She was still naked from the waist down with her shorts wrapped around her ankle. It looked like she simply slid down from the fender to the floor and that's where she stayed. She had her face buried in her hands as she sat there sobbing. I don't even think she was aware of me standing there.

Under different circumstances I would have run to her aid, put my arm around her and comforted her. That was then, this is now. I was still angry and had no intention of coming to her rescue. 

I went to the bathroom to wash the blood from my hands then walked through the house and out the front door slamming it behind me. I wanted her to know I was leaving. 

There was almost no one in the bar when I walked in. Andy, the owner was bartending. He probably couldn't get anyone to work on the holiday. I sat on a barstool and ordered a beer.

"Shit man, what'd you do, stick your hand into a shredder?" 

"Yeah, something like that," I replied. 

I think he could see I wasn't in the mood for chit-chat so he moved down to the other end of the bar and pretended to be busy. I sat with a blank look on my face, quietly trying to assess the situation. I never believed Britney would cheat on me so I never thought about what I'd do if she did. 

What am I going to do now, was all I could think. Those words kept going around and around in my head. I was so deep in thought that I wasn't even aware of Bruce sitting on the stool next to me until her ordered.

"Hey Andy, draw me a cold one from the tap, will you?"

"You bet," I heard Andy respond.

Bruce turned his head about half way in my direction. "Sorry, old buddy, I saw you leave the house. I know you said you wanted to be alone but I thought I'd just come and keep you company. If you don't want to talk, don't talk but I'm here if you do."

Andy brought a frosty mug of beer to Bruce then went over to sit on the stool he had behind the bar to watch TV. Bruce and I sat in silence for several minutes.

"I caught that mother-fucker with his face between Britney's legs," I finally said.

"Shit, I knew it must be something like that. I'd never seen you so angry. Hell, I'm not sure I've ever seen anyone that angry. Did he force her?"

"No he didn't force her. If he had I would have probably killed the son-of-a-bitch. He had that damn stud in his tongue. Britney loves oral, more than anyone I've ever seen. I knew her fricken panties got wet as soon as she saw it, but I never... I...I still can't believe it, Bruce. I saw it with my own eyes and I still can't fucking believe it."

"I'm sorry my friend, I'm truly sorry. She did have quite a lot to drink."

"That's no excuse, Bruce. She wasn't that drunk, she was sober enough to be enjoying herself."

"Maybe he slipped something into her drink, you know, like a date rape drug or something."

I hadn't even thought of anything like that. I sure wouldn't have put it past the scum-bag, but how would I know? And...

"Why would he bring a date rape drug to a cookout? I mean, he had his girl there. You yourself said she was a little fox. No, I don't buy it, Bruce. I wish I did but it just doesn't make sense. The first thing Britney did after seeing that stud in his tongue was ask me to get one too. I blew it off of course, but I think she was more serious than I thought. No, the booze probably played a part, but I think she just had to know what it felt like. She probably made some comment and he, being the sleazebag he is, saw his chance and pounced on it."

Bruce had nothing to say to that so we sat in silence for another few minutes before he spoke again.

"When I saw you leave I sent Cathy over to the house to check on Britney, I hope that's alright."

"Yeah, I don't care. She was on the floor in the garage, crying when I left." 

"Do you know what you're going to do?"

"Not a clue," I told him. "I'm still not thinking straight yet." I had to take a deep breath. "Damn it, Bruce, I just can't believe she'd do something like this. What the hell was she thinking? She knows damn well I won't stand for anything like that; trust, loyalty, that's what makes a marriage, when it's lost the marriage is over, she knows that as well as I do."

"Taylor, look you said yourself you're not thinking clearly right now. Don't go making any decisions yet. I know this is bad but it's nothing that can't be fixed. Take some time, listen to her side of the story, maybe go for counseling, I'm sure you guys can work things out."

"Yeah? I wouldn't be so sure," I grumbled.

Again we sat nursing our beers in silence for a while until Bruce convinced me to go home. When we walked in I could see through the living room and into the kitchen. Cathy and Britney were sitting at the table with a couple of coffee cups in front of them. My fallen wife was facing our way and looked up when she heard us. She was a mess, her eyes were red and puffy from crying, her cheeks were stained from the tears, and her whole face looked swollen. 

It had been four hours since I caught them together, I thought I was over my rage but seeing her again brought it right back to the surface. I still couldn't talk to her, not yet.

"I'm going upstairs and take a shower," I told Bruce. "Maybe I can wash some of this anger off."

"Okay, old buddy, I'll stay down here with the girls, but..." he hesitated. "Look man, you've got to talk to her. You two are to good together to let this break you up, don't let that happen, please."

"Bruce right now I don't know what's going to happen. I'm not promising anything."

I went up to our bedroom and closed the door. I wouldn't normally do that. I wasn't afraid of Cathy or Bruce coming up, they'd never do that knowing I was taking a shower, it was a way of still closing myself off from Britney. I didn't want her up there while I was getting undressed. Of course it was mostly symbolic. All she had to do was open the damn thing if she wanted to come in. I thought about that as I sat on the bed to take my socks off. She was my wife and I didn't want her in the room as I undressed. I think that's when I realized just how much trouble our marriage was really in. 

For the first time since seeing them together, I felt something besides anger. It wasn't sadness, not yet anyway; I was sure that would come but I was still too angry for that. It was tension, apprehension, the thought that this really could be the end for Britney and me. 

I stepped inside the shower and let the hot water hammer into my flesh. There's nothing like a good hot shower; I closed my eyes and for a moment, forgot about all about my troubles. I faced the torrent of water and ran my fingers through my hair. I took a deep breath and allowed myself to be consumed by the steamy mist. 

By the time I was done and dressed I actually felt a little better, as good as could be expected anyway. I at least felt like I could face my wife without punching her.

All heads turned my way when I walked into the kitchen but no one made a sound. I walked over to the counter and poured myself a cup of coffee. Still facing the counter with my back to everyone, I took a sip then just stared down, into the cup.

Cathy was the first to break the silence. "Taylor the police were here earlier looking for you."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, Joy took Skip to the emergency. The one cop said they had to sew him up, I guess he got seventeen stitches."

"Au, my heart bleeds for him," I said mockingly.

"I don't think you really have anything to worry about. I told them you and Skip got into an argument over his rude behavior and that he swung first...that you were just defending yourself. I told them if they didn't believe me there were about forty other people who saw it and would all swear to the same thing."

"Thanks, Cath, what'd they say then, do they still want to see me?"

"No, I don't think so, but they want you to call them. They gave me a card with a Lieutenant Anderson's number on it. I left it on the end table next to the lamp."

"Okay, thanks, Cathy."

I heard a chair move behind me then felt Bruce's hand on my shoulder. 

"Give her a chance, Taylor. It was a moment of weakness. We're all human, we all make mistakes, and we all deserve a second change."

I listened to what he said but the words didn't have much of an affect. I'm pretty sure he could sense my mood.

As Bruce walked away it was Cathy's turn to plead for my wife. I knew she was behind me but I still hadn't turned around.

"Please, Taylor, she's sorry; she's so sorry, she didn't mean to hurt you."

"Come on, Cathy, we've done all we can here, now it's up to them," barked Bruce from the living room. 

A moment later we were alone. I finally turned around, walked over and sat down at the other end of the table. I took a deep breath before raising my head and looking at my adulterous wife. 

I knew it was childish but I couldn't help myself. I wanted to lash out, to hurt her. I wanted to send her a message.

"Tell me, after you were done with his tongue did you have plans to see how the ring in his dick felt as well?"

"Taylor," she sobbed, "no! I'm sorry, I..."

"Yeah, I know, you were drunk. You couldn't help yourself."

She sniffled a couple times before answering. "No, I won't make excuses. The minute I saw that stud in his tongue I could almost feel it rubbing against my pussy. Then Joy didn't help matters. We were talking about it before you came over. She was trying to describe how it felt but how do you describe a sensation like that. All she did was manage to get me so horny I couldn't even think straight."

She took a tissue from the box that Cathy left behind and wiped her eyes before continuing.

"When you and I were walking around talking to people it was all I could think of. That's why I let you do all the talking. I couldn't get it out of my mind. Then later Skip was coming out of the bathroom as I was going in. He said, 'Coming to see how it feels for yourself?' Then he flicked his tongue out at me and moved it all around. God, Taylor, I was just so fucking horny I..."

She stopped talking again to blow her nose then wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Anyway, he took my hand and opened the garage door. 'Come on,' he said, 'we can do it right in here.' Like an idiot I followed him in. I'm sorry, Taylor. I knew it was wrong but I wanted it so bad, I...I..."

She almost broke down but quickly regained what little composure she had. 

"He shut the door and we walked over to my car. I stood there while he pulled my shorts down. My panties came down right with them. He had me step out of them with one leg then he put his hands around my waist and hoisted me up on the car."

"Alright, alright, no more, I don't want to hear another fucking word," I said.

"Taylor, please tell me you'll forgive me. I...I know it'll take time, Cathy suggested going to a marriage counselor. I'll do anything to make it up to you, please."

"Britney I don't even know what I'm feeling yet. I know I've never been so angry in my entire life. It was all I could do to keep myself from kicking that bastard's head off today. I...I'm hurt and disappointed...I'm, shit I just don't know what I am. Right now I have no idea if I'll ever be able to forgive you, I guess only time will tell."

I got up and walked out to the living room leaving her sitting at the table still sniffling. I was dead tired and it was barely dark outside. I flopped down in my recliner and stretched out, closing my eyes and wishing this day had never happened. Why did I ever let Bruce talk me into inviting them in the first place? I knew it was a bad idea, the little voice inside my head told me I was making a mistake but did I listen, no. Never again, I told myself, never again will I let someone talk me into something that contradicted that little voice in my head, never again.

After a little while I heard the patio door sliding open then the rattling of bottles. I guessed Britney was cleaning up the back yard, good. I hadn't even thought of it but the last thing I needed was a bunch of drunken raccoons staggering all around the back yard at night and eating the leftovers. I heard her walk back and forth a few times and opening the refrigerator now and then. I almost felt guilty for not helping...almost. 

I was drifting in and out of a semi-conscious state, not really sleeping but at least trying to give my brain a little reprieve. I had no idea how long I'd been laying there when I heard Britney's voice. 

"Taylor, are you awake?"

I opened my eyes and glanced out the window. It was completely dark outside.

"Are you hungry?" she asked in weakened voice. 

"What time is it?"

"It's about nine-thirty. Are you hungry? We have plenty of leftovers. I could heat up some ribs or make you a sandwich if you'd like."

"No, I'm not hungry," I snapped. 

"Okay," she meekly responded. "I...I'm just going to go to bed then, is that okay?"

"Fine," I curtly answered.

"Are...will you be coming up later?"

"I don't know. Go to bed."

She didn't say anymore. I listened as she climbed the stairs, it sounded like she was walking up the steps of a gallows. I could almost envision myself pulling the lever. I was surprised at how angry I still was. It didn't seem to be going away. Then I wondered who I was angrier with, Britney or that asshole, Skip. 

Just then my stomach rumbled. Evidently I was hungry. I went into the kitchen and stuck some ribs in the microwave then grabbed some potato salad and a beer out of the fridge to wash it all down. 

While I sat at the table eating, I asked myself the same question as before, who was I most angry at? As pissed as I was at Britney, I downright hated Skip. I didn't care how many stiches he got, it wasn't nearly enough. I wanted of piece of him. I wanted to ruin his life like he was ruining mine.

I finished eating then took another beer with me to go sit down and watch the ten o'clock news. I stretched out on the couch and don't even remember getting to the weather forecast before falling asleep. 

When I woke up the next morning I was surprised I slept so soundly. I think I was just so worn out from all the stress. It was a good hour earlier than I needed to get up but that was okay. I showered downstairs then slipped into our bedroom to grab some clothes from the closet. I looked at Britney in the bed and it looked like she cried herself to sleep. I was dressed and out of the house before she woke up. 

I stopped by a Denny's for breakfast on the way to work and was still walking in twenty minutes early. Linda, my secretary, had just beaten me in by a few minutes.

"Good morning, Taylor. How was your long weekend?" she said looking up with a smile. 

I was sure Linda would know the whole story eventually, but right then I didn't want to talk about it.

"Fine," I replied almost choking on my lie. I started into my office then had a thought. "Linda, you're pretty good on that computer, aren't you."

She looked a little puzzled. "What do you mean; pretty good, how?"

"I mean at finding things. Every time I've asked you to look something up for me you've always been able to find the information." 

"Well, yeah, I guess. It's part of my job, why?"

"What about personal information on somebody; you know, like credit card accounts, banking information, where they work, people they know, things like that?"

"Ah...well actually my brother would be the one you'd want for stuff like that but what's this all about, Taylor? I wouldn't want him getting mixed up in anything illegal." 

I thought for a minute, I didn't know if what I wanted was illegal or not. "I don't really think it's illegal," I told her. "I don't want to go to jail either. Would you mind calling him when you can and just let me talk to him?"

She agreed but said she couldn't get ahold of him until the afternoon. I got myself a cup of coffee then headed into my office while telling Linda I didn't want to be disturbed for a while. I was getting a little nervous. I had to call Lieutenant Anderson and I had no idea what to expect. I wondered if they would arrest me.

I took a deep breath and looked out my window while taking a few sips of machine dispensed coffee. I figured there was no sense putting it off. I pulled out my cell and dialed the number from the card they left at my house.

"Police department, Officer Gordon speaking."

"Yes, this is Taylor Benet. Is Lieutenant Anderson there, please?"

"Hold on," he said before the phone went dead for a moment.

"Mr. Benet, thanks for calling. I wanted to talk to you about an altercation you had with Mr. Ackerman at your house."

"You mean Skip? That's the only name I know him by. Yeah, I invited him to my bar-b-que and he turned out to be a real jerk. He was rude to my other guests, made a pass at my wife, then took a swing at me when I finally asked him to leave."

"Yeah, that pretty well corroborates what one of your neighbors told me. I don't think you have anything to worry about. I told Mr. Ackerman I didn't think it would be a good idea to press charges against you. With all the witnesses you had to back up your story of self-defense, I said he'd be lucky if you didn't turn around and charge him with assault and battery. I'm pretty sure he decided to just let it go."

"Thank you, Lieutenant. You know that's not a bad idea, maybe I should press charges," I said. I was actually testing the waters. I wanted to see what he'd say.

"Mr. Benet, my advice would be to just forget it. These things between neighbors can get blown way out proportion. The next thing you know, somebody's getting hurt."

As much as I wanted to get back at that asshole, the Lieutenant sounded like he knew what he was talking about. I thanked him and hung up being relieved that at least I didn't have to worry about going to jail...at least not yet.

Later that afternoon Linda told me her brother was on the phone. I had never met him so he introduced himself as Dan. When I told him what I wanted to do he explained that there were legal ways of getting information on someone without having to hack into their computers but he wasn't sure what good the information would do me. 

"There's a hundred different sources out there," he told me. "The easiest way is to just go to a data broker. I can get credit card information, bank account numbers, what loans are outstanding, how much he owes on his car; all kinds of personal and financial information. It's the same thing employers do when vetting a new job applicant these days; but, if you're talking about manipulating his bank accounts or anything like that then you're talking jail time if you're caught."

"No, that's no good. I sure as hell don't want to go to jail over this asshole," I told him. "What about criminal records or outstanding warrants, things like that?"

"Oh sure, that's no problem at all. What is it that you want to do to this guy?"

"I want to make his life a living hell," I replied with venom in my voice. 

"I see. Remind me not to get on your bad side," he joked. "What do you know about him?"

"Nothing, only that he's renting a house at thirteen fifty eight Prospect Ave, his name is Skip Ackerman and he's either married to, or living with a girl named Joy." 




The Stud



"That's it? You don't even know his full name? I'm sure Skip is a nickname. That doesn't help me at all. You say he rents this house, do you know if any of the utilities were put in his name?"

"I don't know for sure but I doubt it."

"Taylor you've got to get me something to work with. What about a license plate number?"

"Yeah, I can get that for you. He's got an old, beat-up truck. It's always parked in the drive. Would that do it?"

"Yeah," he responded, "that'll do fine."

I told him I'd get Skip's plate number on the way home. Dan seemed very knowledgeable but not very reassuring about what I wanted to do. I was starting to feel discouraged.

Between trying to come up with some kind of a plan to ruin Skip's life and working through the anger I felt for my wife, the entire day was a total bust. I got nothing done. It was getting close to quitting time and I had no idea how I was going to deal with my wife's infidelity yet. Divorce seemed awful drastic for a one time slip up, especially with the booze involved; besides...I still loved her. Love isn't something you just switch off...'now you see it, now you don't,' kind of thing. 

The problem was trust, or should I say the lack of it. Even taking in consideration the amount of alcohol she had, she sure didn't put up much of a fight. Was this really the first time, or just the first time she was caught? How would I know? Would she tell me the truth if I asked her? Doubtful...

On the way home, I had a pen and paper all ready to write down Skip's license number but wouldn't you know it, his truck was gone. That's okay, I told myself, I'll take a walk tonight and get it then. The walk will do me good anyway.

It was the first time in our marriage that Britney had been home as I walked in and she didn't rush up and give me a big kiss and hug. She wanted to but I could see the uncertainty in her face as she approached. She was looking to me for a signal so I gave her one; I shook my head no and saw her hope collapse. 

What did she expect, I wondered, that after one day all would be forgiven?

She lowered her head and I thought she was going to start crying again, but instead, announced dinner would be ready in half an hour. I ran upstairs to take a quick shower. That's when I decided on my first course of action. I looked into our closet and everything was the same, at least in appearance...but things weren't the same. I didn't feel the same way toward my wife as I had the previous morning. 

I started moving my clothes from the closet in our room to the closet in the guest room. When I was done there, I moved my toiletries into the hall bathroom.

Britney must have heard me walking back and forth. "What are you doing?" she asked from the top of the landing. 

"I think it's better if I sleep in the guest room for a while," I announced.

"Oh Taylor, please don't do that, please. Let me make it up to you somehow. I'll..."

"I need some time, Britney," I coldly interjected. 

She knew it was useless to argue with me. She lowered her head and turned to go back down the stairs. "Okay, Taylor, I'm sorry," she muttered as she left.

The rest of the evening was very quiet. It appeared she was going to give me the time I needed; but time to do what, I still didn't know.

We sat on opposite ends of the couch and watched the news, after which Brit said she was going to bed. She looked at me and again I could see the hope in her eyes, and again it was destroyed when I told her I was going to take a walk and get some fresh air. 

Of course the first thing I did was walk past Dottie's place and get that license number, then I really did take a walk. I must have been gone for two hours. When I returned I slipped into the spare bedroom and actually fell to sleep.

The next two days were similar except that I had gotten some work done. It was Friday afternoon by the time I heard back from Dan.

"Okay Taylor, I've got a bunch of info about your nemesis but I don't know if it's going to do you any good. His..."

"Hold on," I interrupted, "let me get a pen." I pulled a pen out of my desk drawer and grabbed my note pad. "Okay...shoot."

"Well Skip is a nickname. His real name is Phillip Ackerman. Although nothing big, he has had a few run-ins with the law, mostly for possession of marijuana. He's also had trouble holding down a job. He's had four in the last two years, the longest one he held for eight months. He's currently working at a gas station in Evanston. He has no credit and only a checking account, no savings and no credit cards except for one Shell gas card. I don't know where his dad is but his mother lives in the city with her second husband."

So far I hadn't heard anything that would help with my quest.

"The girl is another story. Her name's not Joy, it's Joyce, Joyce Watley. She's from Crowned Tip, Indiana. Her dad's a barber there and her mom works at the county seat. I'm not sure they know where their daughter is, I don't think they do. It doesn't look like they've had any contact with her in a couple of years. That's about the time that she and your Skip got together. By the way, they're not married."

"Damn, how did you find all this out?" I asked amazed at what he was able to uncover from just a license plate number.

"Shit, Taylor, it's unbelievable how much information there is out there on everyone. You just have to know where to go to find it, that's all."

"Well I'm stunned," I told him.

He chuckled. "There is one thing you might be able to use, they don't seem to be getting along right now."

"Really? Why do say that? They sure seemed to be getting along fine last Monday."

"Well the very next night the cops had to go over there on a domestic violence call."

"They did?"

"Yup, Joyce had a black eye but wouldn't prefer charges and since the cops didn't see him hit her, there was really nothing they could do."

"How did you find that out?"

"It popped up when I googled his name. It was in Wednesday's edition of the Times, under that police blotter section they have."

I had to laugh, hell I could have done that.

"They're kind of a strange couple," he said.

"You're telling me?"

"No, I mean they don't have anything in common. As near as I can figure, he's always been kind of a jerk, but she was a good Midwestern girl before she met him. I've got a feeling she hooked up with him because she was rebelling against her folks, you know...that bad boy syndrome. Hell, it happens every day." 

I was disappointed. So far there didn't seem to be any information I could use.

"I don't know how much you want to stick your nose into somebody else's business but you might want to call the parents and just see if they know where she's at, or if they even care. There's one more thing too; she had a fiancé' before meeting Skip. He was her boyfriend in high school. About a year after they both graduated they got engaged. His name's Jack Bufford, a real 'All American Boy.' He works as a salesman for an electronics firm out there, and...he's still a bachelor...maybe he's still carrying a torch. It's a longshot but who knows."

It was a longshot alright. I didn't really see how any of the information Dan gave me was going to help me ruin that son-of-a-bitch. Maybe I should just hire some guys to beat the shit out of him, I thought.

"Taylor I'm going to email you everything I have, all his account numbers, arrest records; everything, include her parent's phone number as well as Bufford's. What you do with it is up to you, but I'd give her parents a shot. What the hell, the worst that can happen is they tell you to go to hell and hang up on you."

I thanked Dan for all his work and asked him how much I owed him. He told me to give his sister a raise and he'd call it even. Actually she was due for a raise anyway so I told him I'd see what I could do.

Normally while driving home on a Friday, all I'd be thinking about was what I'd be doing with my wife later that night. Now all I was thinking about was how to use the information Dan gave me. Maybe he was right; maybe her folks could make trouble for him, although she was over eighteen so I really didn't see how. Still...

It smelled like Thanksgiving when I got home. Britney came into the living room when she heard me walk in but didn't even think about kissing me this time.

"I'm cooking turkey breasts for dinner tonight, I hope that's okay," she stated.

"Fine," I responded before heading off to the shower. After a quiet dinner I closed myself off in my home office. I was debating whether or not to call Joyce's parents, hope won out.

"Hello."

"Hello, is this Mrs. Watley?"

"Yes, who is this please?"

"Mrs. Watley, my name is Taylor Benet. I'm a neighbor of your daughter's."

There was a brief silence before she spoke again. "You...you know where our daughter is?" she asked. 

I could tell by her voice that she was almost ready to cry. "Yes ma'am, she lives down the block from me."

I heard her yell at her husband. "Carl, there's a man on the phone who says he knows where Joyce is."

"What...who? Are you sure it's not a crank call?" I heard him yell back.

She talked back into the phone. "Are you sure it's our Joyce? How do you know?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure. She's living with a guy named Skip."

"Oh my God! That's her, that's our Joyce," I heard her start to break down. Her husband took the phone.

"Hello, who is this?" he bellowed. 

"My name is Taylor Benet. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset your wife."

"You say you know where our daughter is?"

"Yes sir, she lives right down the street from me. She's living with Skip Ackerman."

"Is she alright?" he anxiously asked.

"Yeah, as far as I can tell," I assured him.

"Thank God." You could literally hear the relief in his voice. 

Dan's instincts were dead on. Her folks told me they thought she was nervous about getting married. That Bufford boy was the only guy she'd ever dated. As the wedding date approached she acted more and more strange. They said she started going out with some of her co-workers. The next thing they knew she met Ackerman and ran away with him. Bufford was absolutely devastated. They all tried to find her, to talk some sense into her, but she and Skip disappeared and they hadn't heard from her since. They had no idea if she was even still alive.

They became even more excited when they learned she lived only an hour-and-a-half's drive away. Carl asked if I could meet them some place on Saturday then show them the way to their daughter. I agreed. What the hell, I thought, even if it doesn't hurt Skip in anyway, at least they'll see their daughter and know she's okay.

We met at one o'clock Saturday afternoon at the Denny's about a mile from where I lived. When they walked in I was surprised to see that they had the ex-fiancé with them. He was a nice looking guy and I liked him right off the bat. I wondered what would possess Joy to drop him for a bastard like Skip. 

They tried pumping me for information regarding their daughter but I didn't know anything. They asked how I found them and I told them I had some trouble with Skip and did a little research on him, that's when they popped up on the radar. 

We talked for a little while but they were anxious and wanted me to lead them to their daughter. They followed me in their own car. When I got to Dottie's place I pointed out the window and they pulled right into the drive. I parked across the street. I had to watch.

All three got out of the car and knocked on the door. I could see the stunned look on Joy's face when she saw them. At first I thought she was going to slam the door on them but instead she ran into her mother's arms. They hugged and kissed for a full minute or so before she did the same with her father and then with the ex. Even from across the street it was easy to see she was ecstatic to see them. 

A few minutes later they all disappeared behind the door. Skip's truck wasn't in the drive so I wasn't worried about any trouble starting but I still wanted to stick around to see what happened. 

I sat there for almost two hours wondering what was going on inside. Finally the door opened. Mr. and Mrs. Watley came out first followed by Bufford...he was carrying a suitcase. What I saw next made me feel better than I had all week. Behind her ex- beau walked Joyce with a second suitcase in hand.

Yeah, I silently yelled out with a real sense of accomplishment. 

Joyce was just tossing her suitcase in the trunk of their car when guess who drove in. I thought, uh oh, this is going to get ugly. I was going to call the cops right away but thought I'd wait and see what happened first.

Skip started screaming at the top of his lungs and Mr. Watley screamed right back at him. Then Bufford joined in. Finally Joyce started yelling at Skip. I could hear her tell him she was going back home and didn't ever want to see him again. That's when Skip made a fatal mistake. He grabbed Joyce by the arm and tried to pull her back into the house. 

Bufford decked him. I knew I liked that boy. When Skip tried to get up, wonder boy hit him again. I thought Joyce was going to run to his aid like she did at my party but this time she just turned and hid her face in her dad's chest. Bufford picked Skip up by his shirt and clock him one more time for good measure. 

They left old Skippy boy laying in the yard as they all piled into their car and left. I sat there for a few more minutes figuring the cops would show but evidently no one called them. I had a feeling any neighbors who saw the fight felt almost as good about it as I did. I returned home with a smile on my face for the first time in almost a week.

I really wasn't looking forward to the weekend. I wanted to forgive Britney, I really did; I just couldn't. Maybe in time but even that was questionable. It'd been almost a week since it happened and some of my anger was starting to fade, the problem was as the anger diminished the pain and sadness emerged. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Britney in the throes of ecstasy from that bastards tongue. Would I ever be able to forget it? It was becoming more and more doubtful. 

Bruce came over Sunday afternoon and asked if I'd like to go to Plato's and play some pool. I didn't really feel like it but I didn't feel like sticking around the house either. 

"Why don't we just sit and have a beer," I said as we walked in.

"Sure, buddy" Bruce replied, "whatever you want to do."

We sat at the bar and ordered a couple of brews. 

"Hey, I heard something in church this morning that might cheer you up a little; did you hear what happened to Skip?"

I played dumb. "No, what happened to him? Wait, he was eaten by a pack of wild dogs."

"Ah, no, nothing quite that drastic."

"Oh well, I can hope can't I?"

Bruce chuckled. "No, no dogs but he did get beat up again. Mr. Morgan was looking out his window from across the street and saw some guy beat the shit out of him. He said there were a bunch of people there. He had no idea who they were but Joy left with them."

"Her name's not Joy, it's Joyce."

"Huh, how do you know?"

"I know because I'm the one who called her parents and told them where she was. That's who Morgan saw there yesterday, Joyce's parents...and her former fiancé, I can't forget him; he has a pretty good right cross."

Bruce's chuckle turned into a laugh. "Okay buddy of mine, let me have it, I want the whole story."

I told Bruce everything, from Dan getting the info for me to sitting across the street and watching the festivities the day before. He kept laughing and chuckling as I talked. 

"Oh man, that's priceless, Taylor, absolutely priceless; I love it."

"Yeah, I just wish I knew if he really loved her. I hope so, but more than likely he'll just talk some other little cutie into living with him."

"No, I don't think so," Bruce replied. "In spite of the abuse, I think he really loved her. According to Mr. Morgan, he sat on the stair of his front porch after that and cried like a baby."

Damn, I thought, I should have stuck around a little longer. I would have loved to see that. I'll have to make sure he knows who called her parents. "Really? Good, I hope it tore his black heart right out of his chest."

"Ah...speaking of love, I hope you don't mind me asking, but how are things in the Benet household?"

"I don't think we're going to make it, Bruce. I really don't."

"Taylor, come on, man; you can't tell me you don't still lover her."

"I'd never try to tell you that, Bruce, I'll probably always love her, but I no longer trust her, that's the problem."

"Because of one mistake?"

"That's just it, how do I know it was just this once? How do I know she's not sitting in a car with some asshole between her legs instead of being out with her girlfriends, like she says she is? Skip isn't the only SOB out there with a stud in his tongue. How do I know she's really at her parent's house and not some guy's apartment? I grant you, I'm sure the booze affected her judgment, but by her own admission she was pretty easily talked into doing what she did. She just had to find out how that damn stud felt." 

I took a sip of beer and continued.

"If we stay married what guarantee do I have that she won't cheat again? What will I have to do so I don't worry whenever she's not home... constantly check up on her? How many times? For how long before I start trusting her again? Will I ever trust her again? Damn it, Bruce, I'm not going to spend the rest of my life wondering what my wife is doing every time she's out of my sight."

"Damn Taylor, I think you're going overboard here. Just because she got drunk and slipped up once doesn't mean she's going to do it again."

"Bruce you're missing the point, how do I know she hasn't done it already?"

"Well shit, Taylor, none of us know what our wives are out doing while we're at work...not for sure. There are no guarantees. You've just got to trust her."

"Exactly," I said, "and I did trust her. I never even thought twice about her cheating, but she broke that trust, Bruce. You know what they say about doing something wrong, it's always easier the second time, especially if you get away with it the first time."

"What about marriage counseling?"

"Yeah, I've been thinking about that. I just don't know if it'd do any good. Is a marriage counselor going to convince me that Britney is trust worthy again...I doubt it."

"Damn man, I'd hate to see you guys break up."

I could hear Bruce's voice quivering a little. I looked over and saw he had tears in his eyes.

"I haven't completely made up mind yet, my friend."

He nodded his head slightly. "I sure hope you guys find your way back to each other, I love you both you know; so does Cathy."

"I know Bruce, thanks; you guys are good friends." 

We were both feeling so damn melancholy I suggested we play some pool after all. By the time we left around the dinner hour we were both feeling better. Bruce correctly guessed Cathy was still at my house so he followed me home. It was nice to have someone there besides Britney and myself so I suggested Kentucky Fried.

I had to admit, I had a good time. We all sat around joking and laughing about past experiences we'd shared. Nothing was brought up about Skip or anything having to do with him, although I knew Bruce would tell Cathy my story about him and Joyce's parents as soon as they got home.

Later the following week, I received news that completed my revenge. I was just getting ready to call a client when I heard Linda through the intercom. 

"Taylor, my brother's on line one for you."

"Your brother; okay, I'll take it, thanks," I said.

"Hey Dan, I'm glad you called. You were right about Joyce and her folks. They came out last Saturday and took her home with them. I owe you, man. Thanks."




The Stud



"That's okay, I just had a feeling; I have a cousin whose daughter disappeared like that. They hired a private detective and everything. They finally found her after about three years. She did the same thing, ran off with some guy, but after a while she knew she made a mistake. The problem was she was scared that her parents would turn her away after running off like that, so she just stuck it out and grew more dependent on the asshole she was with. When they finally tracked her down and she realized they wanted her back she dropped her boyfriend like a hot potato."

"Well you sure had it pegged, that's exactly what happened. They even brought her ex out with them...and you want to hear the best part; he beat the crap out of Skip. I was parked across the street and saw it all happen. I loved it," I said not even trying to hide my elation. 

"Well I have some more news that I think you're going to like ever better," he replied.

Now he had my attention. "Even better than Skip getting beat up? This must be good."

"I think you'll like it," he chuckled. "When I did all that checking around last week, I didn't just use the internet, I checked with some friends as well. At the time they weren't any help, but I got a call from one of them last night. He's in a gun club with a bunch of cops and hears things all the time. Well it appears that Skippy old boy was a little deeper involved with drugs than I thought. He was just picked up for possession of cocaine with intent to distribute." 

"What?" I was shocked; I didn't realize he was a pusher.

"Yup, he tried selling it to an undercover cop," he said with a laugh. "After he was arrested he told them it was the first time he'd ever done anything like that, but he was desperate. He told them he was going to take the money and go talk Joyce into going away with him again. He actually told them, if she wouldn't go he was going to kidnap her...how's that for stupidity? They taped his confession, I have a feeling he's going away for quite a while."

"Oh, you're right, this is the best news I've heard yet," I told Dan while trying hard to keep from dancing in my office.

We talked a little more then said goodbye. At least I felt vindicated as far as Skip Ackerman was concerned; now I just had to decide what to do about the other side of the equation. 

For the next week things didn't seem to be quite so tense in the house. There was no passion, no man and wife interaction, but time had quelled my anger and I wasn't quite so hard to live with, which made Britney feel a little calmer too.

During that same period; however, I had done a lot of thinking. I took stock of my life up to that point and did a lot of self-analysis. I had to decide how, and with whom, I wanted to live the rest of my life.

The night I came to a decision I couldn't sleep. I suppose second guessing yourself on something so important to your life is only human nature. It was three o'clock in the morning. Only the moonlight filtering through the windows illuminated the living room where I sat. I heard Britney coming down stairs. I think she must have known, because she tenderly laid her hand on my shoulder. She hadn't dared touch me like that since everything happened.

"What's going on," she asked. You could hear the fear in her voice.

"Sit down, Britney. We have to talk," I told her.

Even in the dark, I could see tears glistening in her eyes as she tentatively sat on the edge of the couch, facing me.

"Britney, I've been doing a lot of thinking. I've examined our situation from every possible angle I can think of. I know how sorry you are about what happened and I want you to know I still love you; the problem is I no longer trust you and I just don't see us building a life together without that trust."

I heard her gasp. "Taylor please..."

"Britney it's not going to work," I said cutting her off. "I just can't get the image of you with that bastard between your legs, out of my head."

She was starting to outwardly cry. "Please Taylor, please, I promise I'll never do anything like that again," she whimpered.

"But how can I believe that, Brit? You promised never to do it at all, at the altar. You broke that promise, how do I know you won't break your promise again? I can't live like that, Brit. I can't sit around and wonder what you're doing or who you're with all the time, I just can't."

Britney hung her head with a small nod. "I knew this coming," she said between sniffles, "I thought I could handle it, but..."

She took a deep breath trying to regain her composure. "Taylor isn't there some way...something I can do to change your mind? I love you, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Can't we try marriage counseling? Maybe if we..."

I guess she could see the resolute sadness in my face because she stopped talking. She flopped down on the floor at my feet, put her head in my lap, and started to bawl. I fought hard to keep my own tears from falling. I had to stay strong, not only for myself but for Britney as well. I couldn't show weakness and possibly give her false hope. I took a deep breath as I gently stroked her beautiful auburn hair. 

We must have remained like that for a good twenty minutes, maybe longer. Pretty much cried out, Britney rose to her feet. "I'm so sorry, Taylor. I never meant for any of this to happen, I never meant to hurt you. I love you so much," she said before disappearing up the stairs.

It had been a stressful time. The conversation I'd just had with my wife was probably the most difficult, heart wrenching thing I'd ever had to do. Up till then, I had let my anger control my emotions, but at that point there was nothing but grief and pain; a pain that literally clenched my heart and squeezed. Never in my life had I felt such sadness. I couldn't help it; without Britney there I had to let it out. I buried my face in my hands, my back heaved with each sob. Thank God, at some point I must have fallen asleep from sheer exhaustion because the next thing I remember was the warmth of the sun on my face. 

About the time I was stirring, Britney was coming down stairs in her robe. She tried putting on a brave face by flashing a small smile but there was no way to hide the pain behind her eyes. 

We had a quiet breakfast together then she courageously suggested we use the same attorney to save money. She asked if I would handle it and said she'd agree to anything within reason. Later that day I called several divorce lawyers from their ads in the phone book. I explained the situation and made an appointment with the one from whom I got the best vibes. 

As I pulled up to the house that night, I saw a Chevy in the drive. I knew it well. It belonged to Charles and Amanda Keeting, Britney's mom and dad. I thought, great, she's going to have her parents plead her case, but that wasn't why they were there.

When I walked in I saw a couple of suitcases sitting in the hall. I could hear voices from the kitchen.

"Hello Taylor," Amanda said as I walked in. "I just made a pot of fresh coffee if you'd like some." I could see she'd been crying. Her dad's greeting was also with sadness in his voice. 

I poured myself a cup of java and joined Britney and her parents at the table.

"Britney told us everything," Charles said. "I'm so sorry this happened, my daughter loves you so much, Taylor. She told us how you feel and I can't say I wouldn't feel the same way, but I've got to ask, please Taylor, isn't there any way you can see your way clear to forgive her, just this once?"

"I wish there was, Charles," I said while looking into the despondent face of my wife. "But if I did that, I'd go through life torturing myself, doubting where she was, who she was with? I'd always be wondering what she was doing and then questioning whether I really wanted to know or not. I can't do it, Charles, I can't."

Amanda reached over and placed her hand on top of Britney's, tears drifted down the cheeks of both women. Charles dejectedly lowered his head in understanding.

Britney spoke for the first time since I'd walked in. "Taylor I'm going to go stay with mom and dad if it's okay with you. I...I need to have someone around me," she said trying to stifle more tears.

"Okay Brit, I understand. I think it's a good idea," I replied. 

They all got up. Charles laid his hand on my shoulder as he passed me heading for the living room. Amanda bent down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Britney leaned over and put her arms around my neck. "I love you Taylor," she quietly wept into my ear. "I'm so sorry for messing things up."

Then they were gone. 

Epilogue;

It's been three years since that night. Britney was true to her word and our attorney said it was the smoothest divorce he'd ever handled. 

Britney is still living with her folks, and from what I'm told, doesn't have much of social life. 

We sold the house and I moved into an apartment. I tried to give Mr. Keeting back my share of the money he gave us to buy the house but he wouldn't hear of it. 

I still play golf with Bruce and go over to their house for dinner now and then. I've been dating off and on but every time I think of getting serious about someone, the first thing I do is wonder if they'll cheat on me at some point. It's something that stays with you and I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever find anyone that will win my complete confidence. 

In the meantime, I'm generally happy. I'm having fun. I'm doing well in my job and was promoted last year. There are times though that I can't help but feel a little low. On those occasions I open a beer, sit in my living room with the lights off, and morn what I lost. 

Next week I've agreed to have dinner with Bruce and Cathy. They're bringing a friend from Cathy's work they want me to meet, so it'll be like a double date. From what they tell me, she sounds like a wonderful person. 

As I mentioned earlier, I get these gut feelings once-in-a-while. I wished I had listened to it when Bruce talked me into inviting Skip and Joyce to the party that time. This time it was telling me to be optimistic about my blind date...who knows?

The End.



The Stud Ch. 02



When Larry woke up it was dark. He knew he was on a bed but otherwise he had no idea where he was. Then he remembered what had happened and he lay quietly on the bed wondering if the three girls were still there. His eyes focused to the darkness and he could see that the bedroom door was ajar and a light was coming through the opening. He sat up on the bed and it slowly dawned on him that he was naked.

"Bitches," Larry muttered. "They took my clothes."

Larry got off the bed and slowly made his way over to the closet, he ran his hand along the wall and found a light switch, he moved the switch up and the bedroom lit up brightly. Almost as soon as the light went on, he heard high heels coming towards the bedroom. He quickly opened the closet door and slipped inside the closet. As he entered the closet, he noticed his suitcase against the back wall.

"Thank God," Larry said softly. "I still have some clothes."

"Larry," a female voice called out.

Larry recognized the voice of Scarlett, the on-site residential advisor. 

‘My God,' Larry thought. ‘She can't be involved in this. Could she?'

"Larry," Scarlett called out in an urgent voice. 

Larry saw Scarlett walk quickly past the closet and towards the window. She was wearing a blue mini-skirt, white short-sleeved pullover and blue 2" high heels.

"Where are you, dammit," Scarlett said.

"Here I am, Mrs. Gravatte," Larry said.

Scarlett swung around just as Larry, naked, stepped out of the closet. She smiled as she put her hands on her hips, spread her legs apart and looked him up and down, her eyes settled his cock and balls swinging free.

"Wow," Scarlett smiled. "You look better awake then you did sleeping."

"What the fuck is going on?" Larry demanded.

Larry took a couple of steps toward Scarlett.

"You tell me, stud?" Scarlett said. "I came back to take you to lunch and I found you sleeping naked in the bed. But don't worry I didn't take advantage of you."

Kimberly came into the bedroom in bare feet and came up quietly behind Larry.

"You won't belie------Hey what the fuck," Larry said.

Kimberly wrapped her soft but strong arms around Larry from behind, pinning his arms to his sides and pulling him tightly against her so he could feel her breasts in his back.

"Hi again," Kimberly whispered sexily in Larry's ear. "Miss me."

"Let me go, bitch," Larry yelled. "Let me go."

Larry struggled futilely to break free from Kimberly's bear hug as Scarlett walked sexily up to him. Their perfume was intoxicating and weakened his struggling against Kimberly's bear hug.

"Sorry, stud," Scarlett said sweetly. "We don't want to let you go."

Scarlett stroked Larry's face with her left hand and took his cock in her right hand. His cock instantly betrayed him again.

"Besides your cock says it wants to stay with us," Scarlett smiled. "And we all know that a man's cock is the man's boss."

Scarlett leaned forward and gave Larry a kiss in his forehead.

"Fuck you," Larry said. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh"

Scarlett squeezed Larry's balls and twisted them. The pain shot through his body astounding him. He slumped in Kimberly's arms, gasping for air. She released her bear hug but quickly grabbed his left arm before he slumped to the floor and Scarlett grabbed his right arm.

"Just be a good boy and we won't have to hurt you," Scarlett said.

Scarlett and Kimberly took Larry back over to the bed and laid him on his back. Scarlett straddled his chest.

"Aaahhh, you're so cute, stud," Scarlett said.

Scarlett leaned over, her long red hair cascading over Larry's face, kissing him full on the lips, her tongue invading his mouth attacking his tongue.

"Mmmmmmpppphhhhhh," Larry said.

As Scarlett kissed him, Kimberly pulled his hands up and tied them tightly to the two corner bedposts with scarves.

"He won't be going anyplace," Kimberly said.

Scarlett broke her kiss with Larry and looked down on him.

"Whoa," Scarlett smiled. "We are going to have fun with you, baby." 

"I have to go to the bathroom," Larry said.

"You have to what?" Scarlett asked laughing.

"You're kidding, right?" Kimberly asked.

"I have to pee," Larry said. "I'm not kidding. I'm going to pee on the bed."

Scarlett got off Larry.

"Untie him, Kimberly," Scarlett said. "So we can take him to the bathroom."

"What," Kimberly exclaimed. "If I untie him he's going to start fighting again."

"I promise I won't try top get away," Larry said. "I just have to pee. Please."

Scarlett reached down and grabbed his balls in her right hand.

"He's not going to try to get away, Kimberly," Scarlett said. "Are you, sweetie."

Scarlett gave Larry's balls a warning squeeze.

"No," Larry yelped. "I won't, I promise."

"Good boy," Scarlett smiled.

Kimberly giggled as she untied his wrists from the corners of the bed.

"Sit up," Scarlett said.

Larry slowly sat up as Scarlett kept her grip on his balls.

"Put your hands behind your back," Kimberly ordered.

Larry put his hands behind his back and Kimberly secured them tightly with one of the scarves.

"There we go," Kimberly said. "Now let's get you to the bathroom."

"Stand up," Scarlett said.

Larry stood up and they took him out of the bedroom, Kimberly holding his right arm and Scarlett holding his balls. They led him into the bathroom.

"OK, you can untie my hands," Larry said.

"Nope," Scarlett smiled.

"How am I suppose to pee with my hands tied behind my back?" Larry asked.

"Like this," Scarlett smiled.

Scarlett took Larry's cock in her hand and held it over the toilet bowel.

"I can't," Larry said.

Kimberly was behind Larry and she wrapped her left arm around his neck and her right arm around waist pulling him against her body, bending her mouth to his ear.

"Sure you can, baby," Kimberly said in his ear,

"No, I can't," Larry moaned. "Not like this."

"Sure you can, Scarlett said.

Scarlett started giggling Larry's cock in her hand.

"Ohhhhhhhh," Larry moaned.

"You can do it, baby," Kimberly said.

Kimberly nibbled at his ear lobe.

"Aaaahhhhhhh," Larry moaned.

Larry started to harden and he peed at the same time. When he finished Scarlett shook his cock to get the last drop out of it.

"See, I knew you could do it," Scarlett giggled.

Larry was so embarrassed by what had just happened that he did not say a word or even resist as they led him back to the bedroom and Kimberly once again tied his hands to the top corners of the bed with scarves.

Scarlett kissed Larry on the forehead.

"Good night," Scarlett said.

Kimberly then leaned down and kissed Larry on the cheek,

"Sleep tight," Kimberly said.

Kimberly and Scarlett started to walk towards the door.

"I'll see you bitches in jail," Larry mumbled.

Scarlett and Kimberly turned back.

"What did you say?" Scarlett demanded.

Scarlett and Kimberly walked back over to the bed and looked down at Larry.

"This is kidnapping," Larry declared. "You'll never gat away with this."

"This is kidnapping," Kimberly mimicked Larry.

"And we have gotten away with it," Scarlett smiled.

Scarlett sat down on the bed next to Larry's head and looked down at him.

"No you won't," Larry said. "I wi---mmmmppphhhhh,"

Scarlett pressed her hand tightly over his mouth, cutting off his protests. 

"Shush up," Scarlett said. "Kimberly, will you please get something to keep him quiet."

"With pleasure," Kimberly said brightly. "I'll be right back."

Kimberly left the room as Larry tried to shake Scarlett's hand off his mouth to no avail.

"Calm down, sweetie," Scarlett said. "We don't want to hurt you. We want to play with you."

"Mmmmmpppphhhhh," Larry screamed into Scarlett's palm.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh, don't be afraid, baby," Scarlett smiled.

Kimberly came back into the bedroom with a handful of women's lingerie that she gleefully dropped on Larry's cock.

"This should do the job," Kimberly giggled.

"Now you are in trouble, sweetie," Scarlett smiled.

Kimberly picked up a pair of pink panties and a baby blue scarf and waved them just above Larry's eyes as Scarlett took her hand from his mouth.

"Open up," Scarlett said.

Larry knew what was going to happen and refused to open his mouth.

"Oh come on, be a good little boy," Kimberly cooed. "And open your mouth for mommy."

Larry's eyes were wide open with fear and he shook his head no.

"Now that will just not do," Scarlett said.

Scarlett reached behind her, brushed the two stockings that were lying on Larry's semi-hard cock and grabbed his balls, squeezing them painfully.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh," Larry screamed.

As Larry screamed Kimberly stuffed the pink panties in his mouth.

"Thank you, darling," Kimberly said sweetly. "Don't worry, they are clean." 

Kimberly then secured Larry's panty gag with the light blue scarf, securing it with a knot behind his head.

"There, that should keep you quiet," Kimberly said.

Scarlett got off Larry as Kimberly picked up the two stockings and tied his feet to the two bottom corners of the bed. Scarlett knelt between his legs and Kimberly sat on the bed next to his head. Scarlett took his balls gently in her hands and softly massaged them, as she looked him in the eye.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you, honey," Scarlett said motherly. "But you were not being a good boy. And the only way to control a bad boy is through his balls."

"Mmmmppphhhhh," Larry said.

Kimberly could see both fear and anger in Larry's eyes as she ran her hand through his hair.

"Aaahhh, baby," Kimberly said softly. "Don't be afraid. Just do as you are told and everything will be just fine. But if you keep that anger in you 

Scarlett wrapped her hand around Larry's cock and started to milk him. His cock responded instantly as her hand moved slowly up and down his cock. Kimberly moved her hands down to his chest and started running her fingers lightly around his nipples. His arms and legs pulled against his silken bonds to no avail. His head was moving from side to side.

"Mmmmmmmpppphhhhhhh," Larry moaned through his panty.

Kimberly looked at Larry and smiled.

"Having fun, baby?" Kimberly asked. "We sure are."

Suddenly Larry's hips bucked almost knocking Scarlett's hand off his now fully engorged cock. She slapped his balls sharply with one hand and with her other hand she squeezed the base of his cock where it met his balls his cock. His cock quickly deflated.

"Whoa, there, stud," Scarlett said. "Who said you could come."

When Larry's cock was completely flaccid Scarlett let it go and she and Kimberly checked his restraints.

"That should hold you till we get back," Kimberly said.

"Don't go anyplace, honey," Scarlett smiled evilly.

"Make yourself at home," Kimberly giggled. "We'll be back soon."

Scarlett and Kimberly kissed Larry on the forehead, gave his cock and balls a playful squeeze, waved as they shut the lights and left the bedroom closing the door behind him leaving him in darkness.

"Mmmmmmppppphhhhh," Larry screamed through his panty gag.

Larry struggled frantically against his silken restraints. After about twenty minutes, he managed to get his left hand free. He quickly untied his right hand and after about ten more minutes he managed to untie his feet. He got up, turned on the lights and went directly to the closet. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his suitcase was still there. He took the suitcase over to the bed and opened it. He put on a pair of underpants, jeans, a red t-shirt and white socks and sneakers. 

Larry slowly opened the bedroom door and when he did not hear Scarlett and Kimberly, he moved quietly into the living room. The two women were gone and Larry decided that he had better get out of there quickly before they came back. He left the apartment complex and started to walk swiftly down Harvey Street when he saw Scarlett's silver Lexus turn the corner. He quickly ducked behind a parked car as the Lexus passed. As soon as the car was past him, he leaped up and ran as he turned the corner he saw Stephanie and Desirae walking towards him.

Larry knew that any second Scarlett and Kimberly would enter the apartment and find him gone he also knew that as he got closer to Stephanie and Desirae that they would notice him. He decided to run right past Desirae and Stephanie. As he ran closer to them, Desirae recognized him.

"Hey look who got away," Desirae said.

"We've got to stop him," Stephanie said.

As Larry got closer, Desirae and Stephanie stood in front of him with their hands on their hip their legs spread apart.

"Where do you think you're going?" Desirae said.

"Shit," Larry said.

Larry ran off the sidewalk and into the street and was past Stephanie and Desirae before they could react. Desirae pulled out her cell phone and hit the walkie-talkie button.

"Lisa, stop that guy running towards you," Desirae said into her cell phone. "He's the one we were telling you guys about."

"We see him," Lisa said into her cell phone.

Suddenly the back door of a black SUV slid open in front of Larry and Fujiko Kanaka, a voluptuous 5'7", 24 year old Japanese woman with long brown hair and black eyes, wearing a red short sleeved low cut pullover that showed off her 38" breasts, designer blue jeans and black 3" heels leaped out of the back seat just as Larry was running by. Fujiko dived at Larry, wrapping her arms around his legs in a perfect tackle knocking him to the ground, knocking the wind out of him.

"Hey, baby," Fujiko said. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Oooooommmmppphhhh," Larry exhaled.

Lisa Bartok, a beautiful 5'10", 25 year old with long brunette hair and brown eyes got out of the driver's seat of the SUV and came over to Fujiko who was now laying on top of Larry her soft feminine arms wrapped around his neck in a sleeper hold. Larry could feel her breasts pressing into his back as her legs entwined around his legs. He started to get a bit woozy from the sleeper hold

"Don't hurt him," Lisa said.

"Nah," Fujiko said. "I'm just slowing him down a little. Let's get him in the back."

By this time, Stephanie and Desirae arrived and they helped Fujiko pull Larry to his feet as Lisa went to the back of the SUV.

"Come on, stud," Fujiko said. "Get up."

Larry tried to pull away from Fujiko and Desirae as they held him tightly between them and attempted to walk him over to the side of the SUV where Lisa stood by the sliding door.

"Stop fighting us and move it," Desirae said sharply.

"Let me go," Larry demanded.

Stephanie stood in front of him her hands on her hips. She was wearing a light-blue tight fitting t-shirt that showed her belly button, blue jeans and pink flats. 

"Are you going to walk or do we have to carry you?" Stephanie asked.

"Fuck you," Larry spat.

"Wrong answer, baby," Stephanie

Stephanie drove her fist into Larry's belly, doubling him over in pain as he gasped for breath. Fujiko grabbed hi under his shoulders and Stephanie leaned down and picked up his legs. His head rested on Fujiko's voluptuous breasts as they carried him over to the back of the SUV and put him in the back seat as Lisa quickly slid the door shut behind them. Desirae and Lisa got in the front seat of the SUV and Lisa drove off.

Fujiko, sitting on Larry's right side, shoved him forward, pulled his wrists behind his back and worked an elastic wristband over his hands securing them behind his back while Stephanie, sitting on his left, leaned down and tied a yellow scarf around his ankles.

"You're hurting me," Larry cried

Stephanie reached up and gave Larry's balls a painful squeeze through his jeans.

"Quit your whining," Stephanie said mockingly. "It does not become a man"

"Help," Larry screamed. "Somebody hel-----mmmmpppphhhhhhhh."

Fujiko shoved a pair of green panties in Larry's mouth.

"Oh, shut up, you big baby," Fujiko said.

Fujiko secured the panties with a red scarf, tying it at back of Larry's head.

"You're in big trouble, little boy," Stephanie said devilishly. "Trying to escape."

Larry had never seen Fujiko before but he had to admit that he was beautiful and sounded both sexy and evil at the same time. If he was not being kidnapped by her and her girlfriends he could actually fall for her he thought.

Stephanie tied a pair of pantyhose tightly around Larry's chest, pinning his upper arms to his side. This along with his hands secured behind his back with the elastic wristband made his arms useless. Fujiko then fastened the seatbelt tightly around his waist while Stephanie tied a dark blue scarf around his neck. Stephanie then tied a stocking around the scarf and pulled the other end behind the seat, pulling his head tightly against the seat.

"That should hold him," Stephanie said.

Larry tested his silken restraints and found that he was securely bound to the seat in the SUV, in between Fujiko on his right and Stephanie on his left. The only movement he had was in his legs. This was short lived as Fujiko tied a stocking tightly around his thighs. Fujiko tied a black scarf over his eyes blindfolding him.

"He gone," Kimberly's voice came through Desirae's walkie-talkie.

"No he's not," Desirae responded. "We caught him before he could get away."

"Thank God," Kimberly's voice came through the SUV. "It would be a shame if a stud like that got away."

"We'll meet you in front of the house in two minutes," Desirae said.

Larry was scared to death when he heard Kimberly's voice. As he started to pull at his silken bonds, Stephanie and Fujiko pressed tightly against him from either side. Fujiko placed her hand on his crotch and gently rubbed his cock through his jeans.

"Calm down, honey," Fujiko said softly on his. "We're not going to hurt you, we just want to have fun with you."

"I think he's scared," Lisa said from the front seat.

"Don't be scared, baby," Stephanie said.

Stephanie kissed Larry on the cheek. The feel of Stephanie's and Fujiko's feminine bodies pressing against him and the smell of the perfume all four women were wearing had a calming effect on Larry. A few moments later Lisa pulled the SUV up in front of the Harvey Street Apartments and Stephanie slid open her side door.

"Hi, Kim," Stephanie said brightly.

"Hi, Steph," Kimberly replied. "Got room for one more?"

"Sure, hop in," Stephanie said.

Kimberly climbed into the back of the SUV over Stephanie and sat on Larry's legs facing him.

"Where's Scarlett?" Fujiko asked.

"She will catch up with us tomorrow," Kimberly said. "She has to remove all traces of this one ever being there."

Kimberly tweaked Larry's nose playfully as Lisa drove off.

"Then she has to get home to Kenny," Kimberly continued. "Tonight's his last night of leave before he goes back to Iraq for another year."

"Poor Scarlett," Desirae said from the front seat.

"No, poor Kenny," Kimberly giggled. "Kenny has to go fight a war while Scarlett gets to play with Larry here."

All four women laughed as Larry wondered what they were going to do to him.

Suddenly Kimberly grabbed his chin in her hand and gave it a squeeze.

"Well, well," Kimberly said in a sad voice. "That was very bad of you, Larry, trying to escape. Very, very bad boy."

Kimberly pulled the front of Larry's shirt up and over his face as Fujiko started to undo his jeans.

"And to think I trusted you," Kimberly said.

Kimberly began to lick and lightly nibble Larry's nipples as Fujiko took his rapidly responding cock in her soft hand and started to gently milk it. He was able to do more then squirm a little. His silken restraints only heightened his fear and excitement caused by Fujiko's and Kimberly's sensual teasing. Within minutes, he was coming closer and closer to coming.

"You two better stop," Stephanie giggled. "Or we are going to have one Hell of a mess back here."




The Stud Ch. 02



The mere suggestion of Fujiko and Stephanie stopping was enough to cause Larry to moan through his panty gag.

"You'll do anything we say as long as we keep this up won't you?" Fujiko teased.

Larry was barely aware of what Fujiko said, all he was able to do was nod his head. 

"Hey," Lisa laughed from the driver's seat. "Don't you girls mess up my SUV."

"And don't mess him up either," Desirae giggled.

"Aaaaaahhhhh," Fujiko said sadly. "OK."

Fujiko stooped milking Larry's cock and pulled her hand away and Kimberly pulled her mouth away from his nipples.

"Sorry, baby," Fujiko said. "But you're not going to come for a long time." 

As Larry's anger surged, he began to scream through his panty gag, and started struggling desperately, Kimberly slapped him across the face.

"Stop it now, Larry," Kimberly said sharply. "You can't get escape this time, so there's no point in even trying, and if you don't calm down, right now, I am going to hit you again."

The hopelessness of the Larry's position finally settled in on him and he stopped struggling but was unable to control the sexual responses of his cock. Kimberly got off his legs and sat between him and Fujiko.



The Stud Next Door



My wife called me, "Billy, come see! We have new neighbors next door." We watched out the window as the movers carried box after box in the house. We never got a glimpse of our new neighbors that day. That was on a Friday afternoon. There was a knock on our door the following afternoon and I opened it to find a strange couple standing there. They were a very attractive couple and I said, "Let me guess, you are our new neighbors."

He laughed and said, "You are correct, I am Hank Turner and this is my lovely wife June." 

I said, "Come on in, I'll call my wife." I flipped the switch on the intercom and said, "Dixie, come on out, our new neighbors are here." She was out in a moment and I introduced her to the two new neighbors. "June and Hank Turner this is my beautiful wife Dixie and I am William Pierce." 

Hank was a very well built and handsome guy and June, his wife was extremely pretty. She was a strawberry blond with a sleek and trim figure. My Dixie was equally attractive with large breasts, a tiny waist a nice ass. She looked great in anything she wore. Me, I 'm an average guy, 180 lbs on a 5' 11" frame. I stay in very good condition.

We talked for a bit and got acquainted. They had just moved from California and were in Florida for the first time. He was an aircraft electronics technician, and she was an interior designer. I am an account manager for a investment company. Dixie works in real estate as a Broker. She and a long time friend are co-brokers in a office primarily selling acreage. 

We were invited to a house warming the next Saturday evening. We were told to wear swim suits as it would be a pool party. Hank and I talked football and fishing, we both loved both. Dixie and Jane wandered off talking a mile a minute. They rejoined us and I whipped up a batch of Margaritas. They went fast so I did another batch. Hank and Jane were feeling no pain when they wandered home.

Dixie came to me and said, "Wow! Did you check out the bulge in Hank's shorts?"

"Big?"

"Huge."

"Is it going to be a problem having a stud like that next door?"

"No, I know our agreement, I won't break it, ever."

"Good Sugar, let's go to bed and I will try and make you forget the stud next door."

"Billy, you know you can do that easily."

"I'm not so sure about that, I've never seen you that excited about the bulge in a guys shorts before. I think you want it."

"What? I just want your bulge. Get those shorts off and I'll show you whose bulge I want."

She pushed me back on our bed and kissed me passionately as she worked at the zipper of my shorts. She scooted down and tugged at my shorts until she worried them down to my feet. She pulled my sneakers off and threw them across the room. The shorts flew after them. Her hand was instantly around my hard cock, rapidly stroking him as her mouth moved to envelop him.

It felt super good, she knew exactly what to do to send me into a state of bliss where I would forget everything. It didn't work this time. I could still hear the excitement in her voice as she asked if I had seen the bulge in Hank's shorts. It brought back bad memories.

We had joined a swinger's club about two years ago. The club had strict rules about members meeting outside the club. I had caught Dixie fucking an other member on the side. To get even I had screwed her best friend. We had a nasty time over that and had quit the club. We almost got a divorce over it. We finally realized we loved each other and didn't want to be apart. We had made an agreement we would never cheat on each other, and never have sex with another person without the express permission of the other spouse and without them being present during the sex. The penalty for breaking the rule was instant divorce. The divorce papers had been drawn up and signed by each of us. They were kept in a locked box at the bank. Each of us had keys.

Our loving was very passionate that night. I felt it was because of Dixie's attraction to Hank.

The following Saturday evening we got ready to go to the house warming. Dixie had bought a new bikini. It was hot, leaving nothing to the imagination. It stopped just short of nudity. It actually was sexier than nudity. She wore a sheer cover-up over it. The outfit, worn with high heeled slides was blazing hot. I was burning with jealousy. Dixie never even noticed. I told her to go on over I would be over in a minute. She agreed and I watched as she hurried over. I followed well behind her and watched as Hank greeted her and pulled her into his arms for a hug and a kiss. It looked too familiar for a second meeting. June ran over and kissed Dixie. It was a long kiss. Junes hands ran over Dixie's body. What the hell was going on here? I could see no other guests at the party. I stayed in the dark shadows. I saw Hank help Dixie out of her cover-up. They all sat close together and were quietly talking. Then Hank stood and started toward the gate between the two yards. 

I moved out of the shadows and greeted him. "Hi! Hank, where is everybody?"

"Everyone canceled at the last moment. It is just us chickens, lot's of food and booze. Come on and join us."

We all sat and talked. Hank put some music on and asked Dixie to dance with him. June grabbed my hand and led me out to dance. She pressed tight against me. I glanced at Hank and Dixie, they were pressed tightly together. They were kissing. I didn't like the way this was going. June sensed I was not comfortable with the way this was playing out. She suggested we have something to eat. She told Hank to get the food heating. Hank asked me if I had some fire starter he could borrow. I said I had some and would go get it. I went through the gate then slipped through the bushes and watched. The three of them got together and Hank ran his hands under Dixie's Bra and caressed her tits while June kissed her passionately. I ran to my shed and got the can of fire starter. They were sitting well apart when I returned.

"Here you go Hank. What did I miss?"

Dixie said, "Not a thing Dear. Come sit by me." I sat beside her on a chaise and her hand dropped on my thigh, just brushing my cock. I saw both Hank and June watching from the corner of their eyes. Dixie looked at me and said, "Honey, go get that new CD of Faith Hill's so June and Hank can hear it, please."

I agreed, I ran and grabbed it and was back very quickly, The three of them had their heads together. I yelled, "Dixie, where is it?"

"By the CD player, top shelf."

"OK."

I watched as Hank quickly kissed Dixie, "We have to get him drunk or something. He is not playing along." 

I walked back and grinned at them, "Here it is. Right where she said it was." I sat by Dixie and she kissed me and asked if I were feeling all right. I said I was not feeling all that great. She was immediately concerned. She said we should go home. I said I was OK and didn't want to ruin the party. I went to their bar and fixed everyone a drink. Mine I made extra light. I had only had a sip or two from my drink when Hank took my drink and said he was going to freshen it up. I watched him put a triple shot in it, he brought it back and I saw them all watch as I took a long drink. They started talking and when they couldn't see I dumped it in the grass. I pretended to drink it down. Hank fixed me another. When the food was ready we had a nice dinner, I was hoping the chicken would be undercooked, but no, it was perfect. Hank fixed another round of drinks. I thought it tasted funny. I accidentally spilled it and got up to get another one. Hank, the perfect host jumped up and said he would get it. I watched carefully and saw him put something in both drinks he fixed. He gave one to me and one to June. I set my drink down and watched as Hank danced with Dixie again. I got rid of my drink and lay back in the chaise. I saw them keep looking at me. Dixie walked over and asked if I were all right. I mumbled something back. She got a beach towel we had brought and covered me with it. She kissed me and whispered, "I love you Billy, I really do." 

Hank covered June and they danced again for a while. Then the just stood and swayed as they kissed and groped each other. Finally Hank led Dixie in the house. I got up and watched as they necked in the den. I slipped in their kitchen and got an egg from the refrigerator. I went back on the patio and pulled the towel off of June. I slipped the bra cups off her breasts, I licked each nipple while I was at it, leaving them very wet. I popped the bows at each hip of her bikini bottoms and pulled them off. I broke the egg and dropped the yoke over the fence in my yard. I took the white in one egg shell and poured some in June's pussy, I let it run out. I poured the rest over her lips and breasts. I threw the shell into my yard.

I walked in the house and looked in the den. They were both nude. I acted groggy and said , "Hey Hank, two black kids were just fucking June when I woke up. They ran off. Shit! What the hell is going on here! Dixie get your cheating ass home. Go to the bank tomorrow!" 

"OH! No! We didn't do anything."

"Then where the fuck are your clothes. I think this slime ball drugged both me and his wife and let us lay out there, were you in on it too?"

"What?" She looked at Hank. She picked up her glass and looked at it. It was almost full. I took it from her. I went and got my glass too. "I'll have these tested in the morning. I'm going home. Dixie, you do what you want to do." I turned and heard a 'whop' and looked back to see hank clutching his balls and dropping to the floor with a loud scream. Dixie grabbed my arm. "Run and put those drinks somewhere and help me with June, we can't leave her here like that."

I hurried to our house and hid the drinks and then helped Dixie carry June to our house. We took her to the spare bath and Dixie had me set her in the tub. She grabbed my arm, "Look at the cum run out of her pussy and it is on her face and her tits. The poor Dear, we'll have to give her a douche as fast as we can. It probably won't do any good but we have to try. I think I still have some of that spermicidal foam we can use too. Hurry Billy, I need to get fucked, I am horny as hell."

We got June washed out and filled her with foam. I put her to bed in the spare room. When I got back Dixie was sound asleep. I crawled in beside her and she snuggled up and I was soon asleep . 

In the morning, Dixie looked in on June who was still sleeping. We sat and had coffee. She looked at me with tears running down her cheeks, "Do I have to go to the bank tomorrow?"

"Only if you want to. I am going to find out where I can get the drinks tested. We'll see what June wants to do first."

"See what I want to do about what, and why am I in your house?" Asked June standing in the door to the kitchen.

Dixie got up and hugged her, "Honey, Billy and you passed out. He woke up and saw two black kids fucking you. They ran and he couldn't wake you up. He ran in your house and found Hank trying to fuck me. He got there before anything happened. We think Hank drugged all of us. We have a couple of the drinks, yours and mine. We are going to have them tested."

"That son of a bitch. That was why we had to move here. He got caught doing that in California. I'm through. I can't handle that anymore. He didn't need to do that. From what Dixie told us, all he had to do was ask and let you watch and he could have had Dixie, me too!"

"Yeah! That is the agreement Dixie and I have about sex."

Dixie held June as she cried. June said, "He messed everything up, I wanted to make love to you, Dixie, so bad I could taste it. You are the sexiest girl I have ever seen. That little outfit you wore last night had me all hot for you."

"You were hot looking too, wasn't she Billy?"

"She sure was, I was looking forward to loving June myself."

Dixie looked at me, "Why don't we all go back to bed and rest some more, I'm not hungry for food right now."

June kissed my wife on the lips for a long time. She turned and looked at me. I nodded and we all went to the bedroom. 

I sat on the side of the bed as Dixie and June slowly pulled the robes from each other. June pushed Dixie back and then moved over her to take my girls nipples in her mouth. She slurped noisily at them. They stood straight out from her breasts, Dixie dearly loves having her breasts suckled on very hard. My wife looked over at me and pointed to her pussy. I pulled her legs apart and saw she was already very wet down there. I rubbed my fingers up and down her little pussy. Dixie moaned and groaned. She put a hand on my head and pulled me closer. I buried my face deeply in her pussy and lapped happily away. A few minutes later Dixie shifted and grasped my head and moved me between June's legs. She said, "Sweetie, you'll love Billy's tongue, it drives me crazy, do you feel him yet?"

"Oh! My goodness, Yes, yes, yes I feel him, you are right. Oh, Shit, he is making me cum already, and again, again, alllll theeeeee timmmmme. OH MY God he is wonderful! Can I have him inside me? Please let him fuck meee!"

"Billy, Baby, Please fuck Junie, please sweetheart, fuck her brains out."

I moved up over June pausing on the way to suckle for a moment on her long perky nipples. They are delicious. She guided my dripping cock into her hot wet pussy. It was tight and slick with her love juices. I thrust slowly into her until I hit bottom with my pubes against hers. I pulled slowly back out until the glans just cleared her sheath. Then I thrust slowly back to the bottom. I repeated this several times. I heard Dixie ask softly, "How do you like him so far?"

"The best, the very best, never had better."

I picked up the pace a little and watched her face. Junes eyes drifted shut, her lips curved in a smile. I upped the pace again. Then I started a circular thrust and rubbed against her pussy hard at the bottom. Her eyes popped open, she reached up and pulled my face to hers. Her tongue probed my mouth. She made mewing noises and shivered and trembled her tongue flew around inside my mouth. 

I heard Dixie softly whisper, "Fuck her Darling, give her a wonderful orgasm like you always give me. She will love it. Give it to her Baby, Give it to her hard and sweet. That's the boy, yes sock it to her. Harder, yes, harder. She feels it coming now, she is on the edge, I know where she is. Here she is, she loves it, really loves it." 

June's mouth was wide open and she was screaming her pleasure and joy. I froze as my sperm flooded her pussy. Dixie was kissing her. I rested with my hands on my thighs. I watched as they kissed. Dixie looked back at me and smiled. She put her left arm back and gently pushed me off June. Dixie slipped between her legs and held June's pussy open with her thumbs and watched my cum start to flow out. She put her little tongue out and lapped at it. She cleaned June's pussy inside and out.

I lay on the bed beside June. She looked at me and smiled a gentle smile then softly kissed me, "You are the very best, just like Dixie told me."

A small hand took my cheek and turned my face the other way, Dixie's sweet lips met mine, "I love you, Billy, thank you for pleasing June." The three of us lay there and one of the girls pulled the sheets up over us. We fell asleep.

We had a nice a brunch and sat and discussed the situation. June said she had it with Hank and was going to get a divorce. She looked at us, "I have no money and nowhere to go. I don't know what to do." Dixie scooted over to her and hugged her. "Honey, don't worry about that, you can stay with us, can't she Billy?"

I looked at the two of them looking at me, they were both adorable. "Sure, why not."

Dixie looked at me for a long time. "Billy I need to tell you something, I wasn't completely honest with you. Hank and June and I got together several times while you were at work. Mostly just June and I. I never fucked Hank but we did about everything else. I knew I was breaking the spirit of our agreement. Hank has the most beautiful body and cock I have ever seen on a man. I just wanted to try it a little. I thought about what I already knew. I love you and need you. Hank was all looks and no substance. I also came to love June. She is the sweetest girl I have ever met. 

"Now Billy, please listen to me carefully, I love you with all my heart and soul, no one male or female can ever change the way I feel about you. You are my life. So much so that I stole one of your cyanide pills from when you were with the CIA and hid it. If you leave me I will use it, I cannot and will not live with out you. If June wants to live with us and sleep with us I will love it. If you tell her to get out, I won't like it, but I can live with that."

I stood up and tears ran down my cheeks. I walked to the window and looked out. I saw nothing. I thought about Dixie's little confession, she didn't really have to say anything, she couldn't know I had suspected something had been going on. I knew in my heart she loved me. And I hadn't confessed about the fib I told about the black kids. I decided I never would.

I looked at both of them, "Dixie you are my sweet wife and I love you beyond all reason. This has to be your decision. It is you that has to share, to give some of our time together to someone else. You will always be first in everything. Do both of you understand what I am saying?"

"Yes," said June, "That is how it should be. I am good with that. If there is a problem, Dixie will solve it. She is the first lady in this house. I will live within her rules."

"The rules are very simple. No sex with anyone other than Billy or I. The exception to that rule is when we both agree and approve of your partner and are present during the sex.

We both sleep with Bill every night unless one of us is not feeling well or doesn't want to take part. This is not permitted two nights in a row unless one of us is really sick. We may not enjoy each other while he is not present except with his direct permission.

We will all share in the household chores. Any questions?"

"Just one Dixie, who can initiate sex? Anyone, just Billy, or what?"

"If you feel you need comforting and want to kiss and hug someone. Just do it. If you need amorous, loving sex, just ask for it. Is everyone OK with that?"

I laughed, "How about if I just need down and dirty raunchy sex?

They both grinned, "Just ask for it."

I nodded and June smiled and said, "I think I will be very happy here. I love both of you. Can we go take a nap together?"

I grinned, "Sounds like a winner. I have only one more thing to say about this new relationship. You guys have to help me, I am only a stupid man. I forget things that are important to women. Birthdays, anniversaries, and stuff like that. Don't let me do that, remind me. If I say or do something to hurt one of you I fully expect to hear about it from the other. I assure both of you it will be unintentional. I will try my best to always please both of you equally but we all know that can not always happen.

This will not work if we all don't talk to each other, communications will be our way of avoiding problems, no secrets. One more thing, how does a guy go about getting a hug and a kiss or two around here?"

They looked at each other. "Communicate." They each kissed and hugged me then each took a hand and pulled me to the bed.

Several months later June received her final divorce. Hank had moved away and the house was up for sale. We had a celebration dinner that night and I surprised both of them by slipping an engagement ring on June's finger. I don't know which of them was most excited. I smiled and said "June, Dear, this ring is to try and express the deep and true love Dixie and I both have for you. You have made our lives really full and complete. I don't know how we ever lived with out you. I do know our lives will be dull and empty with out you. We don't want you to leave us. We wish there were a way we could marry you. There is none. So, if you agree, we will have our own ceremony and will each pledge our love and devotion to the other two. Will you join us our love, in a three way wedding?"




The Stud Next Door



June looked at Dixie and I and burst into tears. She looked up after a bit, "Yes, Oh yes, I will. That is the most wonderful thing I have ever heard of." She cried again then held up her ring, Dixie and I held her tight and they both admired her ring, it was almost identical to Dixie's ring. The two girls grinned at each other and hugged and kissed, then they looked at me, they wanted to know when we would have the ceremony. 

"I think you should take June on a honeymoon, just the two of you, for a week or two." Dixie said.

"I don't agree, it is not just June and I getting married, all three of us are each marrying the other two, so we need to honeymoon together. Right?"

They looked at each other and smiled happily. "Right." they replied together.

"I also would love to have one night alone with June and Dixie should have one night alone with June, and Dixie and I should have a night together. What do you think?"

"Darling, I think that is perfect. We will get a two bedroom suite for seven nights. The first night the three of us sleep together, then the second night Bill and June sleep together, the third night, June and I sleep together, then Bill and I sleep together, from then on we all sleep together. We each only have to spend one night alone, and the other two will be right next door. No one should get too lonely. I love it!" 

"Sounds like a plan to me."

"Me too!"

We had our beautiful private ceremony. I rented a Tux and they both dressed in white dresses with veils, they were beautiful. We all held hands and each pledged our vows to the other two. It was lovely.

We went to the Keys for our Honeymoon. It was delightful. My night alone with June was wonderful. She was much more aggressive than I had ever seen her. I liked it. She knew what she wanted and demanded that I give it to her. She wanted her breasts loved first. She liked her nipples suckled on hard and for a long time until they stood tall and were super engorged and erect. Then she wanted them flipped and pinched or twisted. I could do that! She wanted me to love her clit next. She liked it treated like her nipples had been treated. She started a low moan with the attention to her nipples and it became louder as I laved my tongue over her clit. Sucking on it hard was answered with a soft scream. She pushed my face down into her pussy. It was very wet by now and I licked at it trying to get every bit of the fluid lapped up before it got the sheets too wet.

The rapid tongue work sent her into a hard orgasm. Her screams were frantic and I was afraid I had hurt her. I asked if she were alright and she grinned and pulled me up over her and guided my cock into her pussy. "No! Dearest Billy, I love that kind of hurting, you can hurt me like that all night long. Now I want you to fuck me long slow and deep. Then I want to love your cock and eat your sweet cum. Then I want you to fuck my ass. I love that. Oh! Yes, that is perfect, just right. Unghhh! Mmmmmmmmm! Goooooood."

I stroked in and out of her sweet pussy, as slowly as I felt was enough to stimulate the feelings each of us were having. She was wet, hot, and slippery and she periodically tightened her vaginal muscles around my cock. Damn that felt good. She would tighten as I pulled slowly out and release her grip as I slowly thrust back inside her. As I moved back into her sheath I dropped my butt to make the head of my cock rub along over her "G" spot. I think it worked because she would shudder and jerk with each thrust. Was panting and breathing hard as she grunted, "Unhun, Unnnhun,

Unhunnnn, Yes, Yes, Unhunnnnn, Oh! Yes! Unhunnnn!

I knew I couldn't last much longer like that. I asked her if she was about ready. "OH! Billy, I've been ready, you have had me on the edge for a long time. Please cum with me. Now!"

I started a more rapid thrusting, still dipping to rub her G-Spot on each in stroke. Then slamming into her pelvis and hitting her clit with my pubes, while she clawed at my back and trembled as her long lovely legs jerked and twitched. Her heels tried to pull me deeper inside her. I lost my battle to keep the bed dry. I felt the tingle start and knew I was on the edge too. I whispered I was going to cum. She said she was ready too! I started to just speed up a bit but couldn't control the urge and humped her like a dog humps his bitch, pounding into her as fast as I possibly could. She screamed in her joy and I shuddered and had to ease out of her wiggling pussy. Damn she was hot. She grabbed me and pulled me down and kissed me deeply. "I love you ,Billy, with all my heart, I want your baby. Dixie and I both are off the pill. We each want a baby."

"What? How long has this been going on?"

"Just the last few days, We were waiting to tell you when you were in a good mood. Are you angry with us?"

"Hell no, I am honored that you both feel that way. I wish you had talked to me first though. I am not sure I want both my wives pregnant at the same time. Maybe we should spread it out a little. This is your night Darling, but maybe you better go get Dixie so we can talk some. When we are through you owe me a blow job, right?" She grinned happily and nodded. She ran to get Dixie.

They both looked a little apprehensive as they sat on the bed. Dixie asked, "Are you upset with us? We both want to have a child by you. We thought we would just let nature take it's course."

"If that is what the two of you have agreed on I will be happy with it. Dixie I don't think you have ever been ready to be a mother before, June, have you ever tried before?"

"Yes, but with no luck. I wasn't sure Hank was at fault or if it was me."

"Girls, I have thought about this too. I think we need to build a new house. Huge master suite, two large walk in closets with dressing areas and one small one for me. Two or three other bed rooms. One for a nursery adjoining the master suite. The others separated from the Master by the family or living room. Pool and patio. Large lot. Dixie find us a few acres. June look for a builder. OK?" 

The girls looked at each other. Then hugged each other, then they scooted over and hugged me. They both started kissing on me, giggling and carrying on. I kinda liked it. Sometimes I do it right. 

Dixie smiled at both of us, "I think I know the perfect place, it is a bit expensive but it is beautiful, We are going to put it on the market tomorrow. It is ten acres of waterfront with Gulf access. High dry land. You will both love it." 

I said, "Call the office in the morning and tell them you have an offer and not to put it on the market. Can we swing it with the money we have on hand?"

"Yes," answered Dixie, "The asking price is really quite low. I was considering buying it for resale anyway."

"What is the catch, is it way out or something?"

"Not really, it sits in a heavily wooded area just off the Tamiami Trail between the North Naples Vanderbilt area and Bonita Shores. Actually it is off Vanderbilt Drive in an area south of the Hawk's Nest development and is on the Cocohatchee River. It is only a ¼ mile from Wiggin's Pass and the Gulf. Most of it is really a shell mound over twenty feet high. Very stable ground. I think I would still favor a stilt house there though. It would give a spectacular view of the River, the Pass and the Gulf. Water is on three sides of the property. Right now there is only a grown over dirt road for access. Only a few people know about it. Shopping and other services are not far. The old folks who own it have no kids and are long time family friends of Gwinnith, my partner. It would really be a dream place for all of us."

June grinned, "I love the way it sounds, how about you Billy?" 

"Hey, I am ready to put the rest of our honeymoon on hold and go check it out."

Dixie and June jumped up and down.

"Let's leave in the morning. We can catch a flight home and come back the next morning. OK?" 

"Wonderful."

It was a fortunate time for us. June had just had her name legally changed to June Pierce. Saved a lot of confusion and explanations. Dixie had made some really large commissions and our investments were doing super well. It was a good time for us to invest in a new house. June had received her share from the sale of the house next door. June had passed her Real Estate exam and was working with Dixie. She insisted on putting the money from her house in the pot with ours. Dixie and I were not happy with that, she was contributing her salary to the pot each payday. We all operated out of a single debit account. There was never any problem with that. Every month we transferred the surplus to three separate IRA accounts. Worked for us. We wanted June to put that money from the sale of her house in her IRA. Our IRA accounts were doing great. I was investing them over a broad range of investments, some for growth and some for stability. We had also bought a lot of property that had quadrupled in value in the last few years. We sold half and kept the other half in areas we thought would peak in value years down the road.

My two wives met me at the door one evening. They were grinning from ear to ear. "Guess what?" They chimed.

"What?"

"Guess!"

"One of you is pregnant."

"How did you know?"

"Just a lucky guess. Which one of my darling girls is it?"

"Me!" Dixie laughed. "Billy we are so happy." We want to get June pregnant too!"

"Boy, you guys just don't know how much work it is to get one of you pregnant."

"We can get you some help if you want us to."

"If that is what you want. I just don't think I want to know about it."

"You are crying Billy. We would never do that, never. We belong to only you. Oh! Billy, we were just teasing."

"The idea must have entered your minds." I walked past them and went into my little office. It was my private place. They never disturbed me while I was in there. I never locked it and they cleaned it along with the other spaces in the house. There was nothing in there they couldn't see.

I sat and thought about what had just happened. I felt bad about what I had done. It should have been a joyous time. What had happened? It was my fault. I got up and walked back to where they both stood hugging each other. I gently pulled them apart. "Is there room in there for a jealous old fool?"

"Yes."

"We always have room for an old fool, as long as he is OUR old fool."

"Girls, I love both of you and I do my very best to try and keep both of you happy. That is all I want and need is happiness for both of you guys. It scares me to think I might not be pleasing one of you. I am terrified one of you will leave me, or even worse both of you."

"I can't speak for Dixie, there is no way I could be any happier unless I was pregnant too. I love you Billy."

"June said it for me too, except that I could never be any happier than knowing I have our child in my tummy. It will be part of all three of us. I am just the incubator. I truly love both of you, June as a wife/sister and Billy as my husband/soul mate."

"Oh! Billy, we forgot to tell you, the builder says the baby will come home to our new house. He says it will be ready in six more months. We should be moved in by the time the baby comes. Dixie and I rode over again today and the new drive is all in but not paved, They said too many concrete trucks need to come before they pave it. It was really busy there. The pile driver was working on the dock. The exterior is almost finished and it looks huge. The view from the widow's walk is really spectacular, I am glad you insisted it be bigger and screened in. What a lovely place to sit and enjoy life. Even the electric dumb waiter is super nice. The view from the family room is almost as good. Really, every room has a nice view except the baths."

"Do you feel up to going to see it again?"

"I would love that, let me run and put on shorts and we'll do it. We can stop a Seafood Dan's and eat on the way home. OK?"

The girls smiled at each other and nodded.

The new house was way head of schedule, I had offered the prime contractor a big bonus if it were done early. It appeared he was sure to collect on the offer.

We moved in well ahead of schedule. The house was a real delight. My girls loved it. They lavished attention on the nursery. Dixie was really showing by then and was more amorous than ever before. June and I teased her gently about her being a red hot mama. One night I said that to her and she looked at me and tears flowed from her eyes, "I have to be hot for you, Billy, or June will steal you away from me."

"No way sugar, you are my first love. June loves you too. She would never do anything to hurt you. She could never change the way I feel about you. I love you, you are beautiful. I love your big belly because it has the result of our love in it. Our love, yours and mine. I want you to look at June very carefully for me. She looks just like you did five months ago."

"What? Do you think she is pregnant?"

"I am not sure, but yeah! I think she might be. She suddenly has that same glow you have had for months."

"You notice everything, don't you?" 

"Honey, I try, You and June are the two most important people in my life. I try to keep up with you guys."

"Billy, I hope you are right. Hush, here she comes."

Dixie grinned at June, "Well. Are you?"

"Am I what? And who told you? No one knew."

"Billy knew."

"What! I never told him. I just tested my self this afternoon. There is no way you could know.

"Billy knew." 

"Amazing!"

"What am I going to do with both of you pregnant. I guess I have to find a slim young girl to move in with us."

"Dixie and I have talked that over and we have decided that if that is what you really want we will understand and try to make her welcome."

"Hey, I was kidding, I can't satisfy the two of you. I couldn't handle another woman. My heart is full with love for the two of you my darling sweet wives. I do not want anyone else. Got it?"

"Do you really mean that?"

"Yes. Hey! I never thought I could ever find someone I could love as much as I love Dixie, then June came into our lives by accident. I love her almost as much as I love Dixie. There is no more room in my heart for another woman. I love the two of you so much I sometimes think I'm so full of love I will burst. And besides that I know I can't satisfy both of you all the time, sometimes I just run out of gas."

"Billy, June and I talk frankly and truthfully about how we feel about you all the time. Neither of us has ever said a single word about not being sexually fulfilled. And believe me we would say something if we weren't. We talk about every thing you do when you love us. We often get so horny talking about you we want to relieve ourselves with each other. We don't break the rules though. We just grit our teeth and wait for you to get home."

"Girls, you don't have to do that. Relieve each other if you are that horny, just save a little bit for me. I can even do without once in awhile it you go too far. If it happens too often I will tell you and you guys make the necessary corrections. How does that sound?"

"Sob, sniffle, sniffle, he doesn't love us anymore."

"I know, he has someone else," sobbed June.

I just smiled, "Have either one of you ever known me to lie or cheat?"

They looked up from clinging to each other. They sobbed and said, "No" in unison.

"You never will, hasn't happened and won't ever happen."

A year later we were relaxing beside the pool on a Saturday afternoon, our two baby daughters were taking a nap, when the doorbell rang. I got up and opened the door. A very good looking couple stood there. The said they were Sue an David Porter, our new neighbors. I invited them in. I took them out to the pool and introduced them to Dixie Pierce and June Pierce. They looked a bit puzzled. Dixie sort of hinted about the situation to them and they seemed to accept it. 

Sue was a really beautiful woman and David was tall and handsome. He had a large bulge in his tight shorts. We heard the cry of a baby and my two ladies hurried off. I explained that we had two infant daughters, April 11 months old and May 6 months old. 

Sue and David still looked confused. Dixie and June walked in and put both girls in my arms. Dixie asked what the Porters would like to drink then turned and walked to the patio bar. June went to the kitchen and returned with two baby bottles. Our daughters grabbed them and slurped happily at them. Sue jumped up and came over and looked at them. She said they were both adorable, I had to agree. I told them that April was Dixie's and June's was May. I smiled, "They both are mine."

Sue looked at me, then it dawned on her. "They are both your wives? I thought they were sisters."

"Not legally, but in fact they are both my wives."

"Oh, that is so sweet. I love it."

"What?"

"That has always seemed an ideal situation to me. Everyone shares the load. The wives have someone to share things with all the time and never have to face decisions or difficult problems alone."

"That is all true, but they both have to share me too."

"That might be hard to do." She was gorgeous when she smiled.

"Well my girls SEEM very satisfied. We have a rule, they tell me if they are not content."

"I guess we will have to find another wife for David."

"We didn't start out to do this. It was accidental. It was also the best thing that ever happened to us. My number one wife, Dixie and I used to fuss now and then and get jealous of other people, now it never happens. We live by two basic rules, One: never, never, do anything you would not do if the other two were present. Two: Communicate. Works for us."

Sue grinned at me, "We really came over to ask you to a house warming party next Saturday evening." I knew she couldn't possibly know about our last experience with a house warming party. I told her I would have to talk to my girls and see what they wanted to do, the logistics with all of us going out at night had yet to be worked out.

The distance from our house to theirs was only a hundred yards by boat but was three or four miles by road. Dixie and June had finished showing David the house and David sat by Sue. I went in the kitchen to get him a beer. After a while Sue and David left and we sat and talked. My wives were ahead of me and I told them about the invitation to the house warming party. Dixie said David had invited them and had told them their friends were all swingers.

He had told them he wanted to fuck both of them. I looked at them. "You two go, I'll baby sit." They both stared at me, they looked at each other. Dixie said, "He does have a huge bulge in his shorts."

June said, "He sure has, real big."

They both looked at me, "The answer is no, we go nowhere without our husband. We all stay home unless you want Sue for another wife."

"What?"

"Ho! She would do it in a heart beat. We have talked to her before. She swims over during the afternoon sometimes. She is very nice and we do like her. She is fed up with her husband, he thinks that because he has a big cock all he has to do to please a woman it stick it in and stroke a few times until he gets off and that ought to please her."

June butted in, "Poor Sue has only cum a few time since they have been married. She does all the work around the house and brings home most of the money, she is an investment counselor at Morgan Trust. He mostly plays golf and chases women, while he sells a house every now and then." 

I said, "I thought she looked familiar. I think I met her once and I am sure we have talked on the phone. She is sharp about investments."

Dixie looked at me speculatively. "What?" I said.

"Hmmmmm." she said and looked at June. June looked at Dixie, then at me. She smiled at Dixie and they got up and walked off. They went in the nursery. That was basically their space and I didn't intrude when they were there unless I was invited. I walked to the door. They were changing the babies and talking softly, I went up on the top floor and sat and enjoyed the lovely view. I thought about my beloved wives. What were they cooking up now? I hoped it was only dinner. I think I knew better though. Well, I would just have to wait until they made up my mind.



The Stud



Larry felt incredible sensation ever overwhelm him as his cock began thrusting, losing all inhibition and control.

"Yes," Desirae giggled.

"Shoot your load," Stephanie laughed.

"Oh my God. No," Larry cried. Ohhhhhhhhhh---------"

Just before Larry's cock erupted in a high arc of thick, sticky, white stream of come sperm Kimberly held his cock straight up, causing his come to shoot onto his chest and then trail back down his chest and stomach.

"Look at that," Desirae shrieked. "Beautiful."

Stephanie and Kimberly giggled and pressed tighter against Larry as he tried to pull free from the hold on him. Stephanie and Kimberly were running their free hands over his chest rubbing his come into his chest.

"My God," Stephanie said.

"Unbelievable," Kimberly said.

The three were stunned by the size of Larry's explosion. Desirae moved back between his legs and resumed milking his cock. 

"Aaaaahhhhhh," Larry moaned ecstatically.

Larry came again.

"Larry," Desirae screamed. "Aaaagghhhhh,"

Larry's hot white come splattered across Desirae's black face as she pulled back. His cock shot off a third time across Desirae's chest.

"Ewwwwwww," Desirae giggled. "Stop it."

"Oooooohhhhhhaaaaaa," Larry moaned.

Stephanie grabbed Larry's cock with both hands and aimed it away from Desirae Stephanie scrambled to her feet.

"Nooooooooo," Larry moaned again.

Larry blew a fourth large burst of come all over the pillow on the couch and up over the armrest and onto the floor.

"Don't stop now, baby," Stephanie exclaimed. "Keep coming."

Stephanie began milking Larry's cock bringing a fifth spurt from his cock, the smallest but still pretty big, onto the couch pillow, which was now clearly ruined. She milked his cock for all it was worth as Larry continued spewing come and moaning incoherently in orgasm until he was done. He continued to dribble a bit more come from the head of his cock as it stood erect for a few moments in the aftermath of the girls sensual attack on it. The remaining come oozed down his still engorged cock, as it at last slowly began to go flaccid.

"That's the greatest thing that's ever happened to me in my life," Kimberly laughed.

Stephanie and Desirae giggled in agreement.

Larry lay back on the couch getting his strength back as Kimberly began cleaning him up with a small wash cloth. His cock deflating. Stephanie and Desirae pulled him to his feet.

"Let's get you in the bedroom so you can get some rest," Stephanie said.

They led Larry into the bedroom and laid him naked on the full sixed bed.

Larry knew this would only be the beginning and then drifted off to sleep.

Kimberly walked into the bedroom. The three women kissed the sleeping youth and gave his cock a gentle squeeze causing it to twitch with each squeeze.

"Look at that," Kimberly said.

"His cock is awake," Desirae said. "Even if he's asleep."

"Sleep tight," Stephanie said. "Sweet dreams, babe."



The Student



"I don't know," Penney sighed, setting her tray on the table. "Sometimes I think these boys are coming on to me."

"Of course they are," replied the older man seated across from her. "When you've taught as long as I have, you'll be used to it."

"Really?"

He laughed at the tone in her voice. "Don't sound so astonished, Miss Clarke. Even fat, balding fellows such as myself get it. And you," he continued, "are young and attractive."

"But…how do you deal with it?"

"Ignore them, usually. I couldn't tell you how many times some girl has leaned over my shoulder at my desk and pressed her breasts against me. It's just 'tease-the-teacher' most of the time. Still," he added, becoming serious, "full-blown infatuations can occur. I've received a few passionate love-letters from students. The thing then is to ask to have the writer removed from my class, quietly and without making a fuss."

Penney nodded. "Thank you, Jim. There is so much about being in the classroom that I never learned in college…what IS this stuff we're eating?"

* * *

Penney Clarke glanced up at the clock again. Like every student in the room, she had been watching the minutes tick by. Throughout her last class of the day—her last class of the week—the young English teacher had found herself daydreaming. Dominic would be driving down from Atlanta to be with her for the weekend.

Her sweet Dominic—the two of them had dated since college and sometimes, lately, the relationship seemed to fall into familiar friendship. Tonight and tomorrow she intended to re-ignite the passion they had once shared. He would arrive late, to find a candlelit dinner awaiting him. And for dessert…she smiled at the thought of that!

"Hand in your work as you leave," Penney told her students, "and have a good weekend." They surged toward the door as the bell rang, leaving a disorderly stack of stack of papers on her desk. No after-school duties were assigned to her this week, so turning to the computer on a side table, she began to check her messages.

"Dearest Penney," Dom's e-mail began. That was an unusual greeting from him; normally, it was "Hi kid" or something equally informal. "I have given this a great deal of thought. We no longer seem right as a couple and I think we should stop seeing each other. Please understand and try to move on. There will be other experiences in your life." Experiences? Is that all I was to him, she wondered, just an experience?

"It would be best if I did not come tonight. In time, we can meet again as friends, I hope." Fat chance…she felt tears coming into her eyes. "Take care, Dominic."

The young woman's shoulders began to shake. Sobs rose from deep within her.

"Miss Clarke? Is something wrong?" It was the voice of Ron Thomas, a senior from the last class. "Oh," the boy began, after taking a quick look at the screen. "I'm so sorry." Ron was one of those bright, outgoing students who can be both a bane and a blessing to his teachers: always ready to help, but a little too eager to get involved in other people's lives. "I'll give you some privacy, ma'am," he told her in a low voice. "Will you be alright?" Penney nodded her head mutely.

Then, realizing what sort of impression she was making on the boy, she forced herself to smile and respond, "Oh, sure. Thank you for caring; I'll be fine. Did you need something, Ron?"

"I only forgot a book." He turned to go, but hesitated. "Miss Clarke?" Turning toward Penney again, he continued. "That guy…" He suddenly blushed. "Ma'am, he shouldn't have treated you that way."

"You've never dumped a girlfriend, Ron?" She gave him the smallest of smiles.

"Not like that, ma'am." He stated emphatically. Penney could believe him; the boy was of that vanishing breed of polite, honorable youngster that could still be found in some small towns. "Miss Clark, would you care to go to the baseball game with me tonight?" he blurted out.

The young teacher laughed. "Taking pity on me, Ron? Well, why not? I'm certainly not doing anything else!"

* * *

What am I doing? Penney asked herself. She had never been a fan of sports and had avoided attending any school athletics up to this point. Now, she was not only going to a ball game, but doing so in the company of a student. Well, every kid in school will know Ms. Clarke can't get a date on a Friday night.

 

Looking at herself in the mirror, she wondered why that was so. I'm attractive enough, she told herself. Not much in the way of curves, perhaps, yet well shaped. Tall. Lean. Long legs…a tight stomach…decent breasts, even if they didn't precede her by much. A pleasant, oval face framed by straw-blonde curls. There was no point in dressing up tonight. She would just throw on some jeans, a loose shirt. Skip the makeup.

Sitting on the end of the bed to pull on a pair of athletic shoes, she smiled at how enormous they made her feet look. Penney Clarke did not have petite extremities; she recalled a joking rhyme her younger brother used to repeat: You're a poet, and didn't know it, but your feet show it—they're long fellows! It never bothered her; she was rather proud of them. Being called a poet was quite acceptable as well; there had been aspirations.

But now she was a first-year high school English teacher who had just been dumped by the only man she had ever loved or ever made love to. Candles lined up on the dresser, ranks of little soldiers in varicolored uniforms, awaited a night mission that would not come. Oh, well.

The sound of a car door closing brought her out of her reverie. Penney peeked through the curtain to see an old Honda in the lime-rock drive. Ron was walking toward her front door.

Suddenly self-conscious about allowing the boy to see the interior of the modest trailer she inhabited, Penney opened the door and stepped out. "I'm ready," she announced. It was still light, and warm, on this late spring evening in north Florida. Slapping at a mosquito, she remarked, "I hope they're not this thick at the game. Are the bugs usually bad there?"

"Um, I don't really know, ma'am. I've…never gone to a game."

"Really? Aren't you a fan of our Eagles?" She looked him over: a slender, studious boy, not an athlete himself and unlikely to be a fan of the local jocks. "Do you really want to go, Ron? I'd just as soon stay here."

With a disappointed expression, the young man answered, "Miss Clarke, whatever you want to do is fine with me. I'll just take off."

"No, no, Ron. I meant both of us stay here." She laughed with the first real pleasure she had felt in hours at the way his face brightened. "Come on in; I'll call for a pizza."

* * *

"It's only a month till graduation, Ron. What are your plans? A good college, I hope."

The boy wiped cheese from his chin. "College? Yes, but not a very good one. Just the community college over in Madison." He gave her a level look with his hazel-green eyes. "That way I can work for my dad."

"He's a builder, right? You don't strike me as a construction worker, Ron."

He shrugged his shoulders. "It's the easiest way to go and in a year or two I'll transfer to some other school--maybe the University of Florida. Anyway," he continued, with a shy smile, "I can hold my own on the job." Almost unconsciously, he flexed his arm.

"Oh?" Penney reached out and gave his biceps a squeeze. "So I see." Ron blushed quite red. "I didn't mean to embarrass you," she quickly assured him. But Penney could not resist adding, impishly, "Aren't you used to girls wanting to feel those muscles?"

He shook his head. "I don't date that much, Miss Clarke."

Of course not, she thought, just like me in high school. "Well," she responded, "consider me your date tonight."

"I'm honored," he replied. "In fact…well, don't take this the wrong way, ma'am, but, um, in a month I won't be a student anymore, and, um…" He swallowed. "I…would you mind if…I asked you out sometime?"

She did some quick math in her head. He's eighteen. I'm twenty-three. Five years isn't a big difference, is it? Oh, no, what am I thinking!

"It wouldn't look right, Ron. Maybe in a couple years." She narrowed her eyes quizzically. "Would you really want to date me?"

He nodded soberly. "Yes, I would." He turned his head toward the radio, where a slow love ballad had just started playing and suddenly grinned. Rising to his feet, Ron asked, "Miss Clark, may I have this dance?" He reached out to take her hands and pull her up to him.

Ron was only an inch or so taller than she, so they were eye to eye, lips to lips, as she put her arms around his slender waist. We shouldn't be dancing this closely, she told herself, and pulled him closer. With sudden alarm she realized that his manhood, pressed tight against her, was rising like a flood on the Suwannee.

She moved away, making a quick excuse. "These shoes are getting in my way." She sat down; Ron immediately kneeled at her feet.

"Then we'll get them out of the way," he told Penney, unlacing one and sliding it off. Ron ran his hand across the arch of her foot. She shuddered with involuntary pleasure; her feet had always been sensitive. The boy immediately recognized that fact and wasted no time in removing the other shoe.

"You need a massage," he remarked, kneading her soles with his long fingers. A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips. He looked up at her with unmistakable adoration. 

How long has he had the hots for me? the young teacher wondered. 

"Oh, thank you, Ron. That's wonderful," she told him, patting a spot on the sofa. "Come sit beside me." He did not hesitate; within seconds they were in each other's arms.

"Umh, Miss Clarke," he mumbled between kisses.

"Call me Penney," she panted in reply.

He repeated the name. "Penney." A long kiss followed, with an exploratory tongue slipping into her mouth. "Penney."

He'd be a great kisser with a little practice. He certainly has the instincts.

Their legs had become entangled, one of hers between his, one over the top, while sliding from upright to horizontal. She could feel his engorged penis against her thigh. His hand had found its way up the back of her tee shirt and toyed ineptly with her bra strap.

Suddenly she pulled away from him and stood. For one indecisive moment Penney looked at this eager boy, wondering whether she should send him home before things went further. Then she reached down to take his hand and said, "Come with me."

* * *

The flames of a dozen candles flickered in the breeze of a slowly turning ceiling fan. Ron had stood quietly in the doorway while she lit them, uncertain about entering the room. Not surprising, she thought, I very much doubt he's been in many women's bedrooms. Suddenly, she wondered, has he ever?

Well, if this was his first time, she intended to make it truly special. The thought excited her. Not that I am all that experienced she admitted to herself. One man…and I suspect he wasn't that good. It was time to find out what else the world had to offer!

"I had a special dessert planned for someone else," she told Ron, reaching out for his hand, "but now it's all yours." He let himself be led into the twilit room. "First I need a little something to snack on myself." His lips hungrily met her own. Sliding her fingers up his chest, Penney realized that his rodeo shirt had snaps rather than buttons and took sudden inspiration. With one yank, she had it open to his trim, muscular waist.

The young woman pulled back slightly to see what she had uncovered. Smooth, tanned, tight but not bulky…it was in complete contrast to Dominic's thick, hairy torso. "Yummy. Let me have a taste," she quipped, before raining kisses across his chest. Penney's lips found an erect nipple; he shook with ecstasy as her tongue toyed with it.

She felt Ron's hands slide down her back, grasp the bottom of her tee and begin to pull it up. Penney lifted her arms and let it slide off easily over her head, before returning to her oral ministrations. She heard his breath draw in sharply.

"Is this new to you, Ron?" she asked. "Honestly. I don't mind." He nodded his head. "There is more of you I want to taste," she teased, "and I'm sure you'd like to sample a few things yourself." She looked down at her chest. Her own nipples were quite obviously standing tall through her thin sports bra. Then she gazed into Ron's eyes and asked, "Ready to feast?"

"I've never felt hungrier," he told her, his voice filled with the passion and longing of long unsatisfied appetites. The youth pulled his shirt off and threw it onto a chair. Penney smiled at that; Dom would have dropped it on the floor.

"Then enjoy." She unhooked her bra, baring small but shapely breasts with pert, "manly" nipples. His mouth immediately found them, as his hands roamed across her smooth fair skin. His touch was light--sensitive, almost tentative, fingertips exploring a new world of senses. "Oh, Ron," she breathed, "come to my bed."

"Miss…Penney…do you know how I have dreamed of this?"

She smiled mischievously. "Is that what was on your mind when you daydreamed through class?"

"Yep," he sheepishly answered, "mostly."

"Time for a new class. Is my student ready?" His lips were already traveling across her shoulders. "Ummm, obviously he is!"

The half-clad pair half sat-half fell onto the bed, never loosening their embrace. Penney's hand found his zipper and slowly slid the fly open. Questing fingers probed his jeans. "We must get these off of you," she murmured. "I need room to work."

"Yours, too," he whispered in reply, so low she could barely catch the words. "Yours, too."

"Okay," she agreed, kissing his forehead. Such a sweet boy.

Penney rolled onto her back, allowing the young man to bend over her, unbutton her jeans and slowly pull them down. Suddenly he laughed. Oh, no, I forgot I was wearing my Tweety and Sylvester panties.

"Behave," she warned him with a giggle of her own, "or I'll laugh when your pants come off too!"

"Yes, ma'am, Miss Clarke. No more cutting up in class." He lowered his lips to her abdomen and let his tongue investigate her navel. "Let me…" Fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties, ran through the fine, fair thatch to find her moist lips. "Wow."

Penney giggled. "I'm glad you like it." She lifted her buttocks off the bed. "Why don't you slide them off and get a better look?" He lost no time in pulling both jeans and panties completely off; once again he tossed them toward a chair. They missed, but he didn't notice. 

Standing at the foot of the bed, Ron gazed at the nude body before him. A few hours earlier, this had been his teacher, unattainable save in his daydreams. He savored the beauty of the long, lithe limbs, the tight waist, the dark blonde curls at her crotch. He longed to devour those sweet, taut breasts, to kiss the valley that lay between, follow it north and south, to the delights of both pairs of lips.

Penney raised herself on an elbow. "Not sure where to begin? Come here and we'll start your lesson." And, she mused, I'm learning a few new things here myself!

She sat up, now, hanging her legs over the edge of the bed. "First to get these out of the way," she said, half to herself, as she undid his jeans and let them fall from his slim hips. "And then we see…what we see." She looked up at him. "Don't be nervous, honey. I'll take good care of you."

"I'll…try to take good care of you, too, Penney." 

"Yes, Ron, I'm sure you will." She caressed his erection through the cotton briefs. It stirred at her touch like a nervous animal. Slowly, carefully, Penney peeled the pants down. The boy's manhood popped out as if spring-loaded, painfully erect, its head glistening from anticipatory secretions. Not as big as Dominic. That was the only criterion she had to go by; she had never viewed another man's up close. Well…maybe just as long…but not as thick.

She tasted it, letting the tip of her tongue slip into the tip of his rod. "Oh…my God!" Ron gasped, and grasped two handfuls of hair. 

"No, your goddess," Penney corrected, letting herself slip off the bed to kneel on the floor before him. "Hold on tight," she chuckled, as she engulfed his penis. Eagerly, the youth began to thrust into her mouth. "Slow down, baby," she told him, pulling back. "We have all night."

"Umm, okay…I've never stayed out all night."

"New experiences all around," she said, mostly to herself, as she allowed her tongue to travel the length of his silken shaft. He let her do as she wished now, with only the occasional somewhat involuntary thrust of the loins. Hmm, she thought, he has good control. Dom would have blown long ago. She sucked greedily until she felt him becoming even fuller within her mouth, ready to climax.

"I…I think…I'm going to…" Penney felt the hot, thick fluid burst into her mouth, across her face, as Ron reached an explosive orgasm. He looked down, shame-faced.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He acted as if he had committed a crime.

"For giving me such a nice treat?" Penney asked. "Better than an apple for the teacher any day! Come here." She pulled him down to her. Wiping some of his semen from her lips, she smeared it across his face. "Kiss me," she demanded.

This is so kinky. I've never done anything like this before. This is the first time I've…been in charge!

Their mouths met in a deep, sticky kiss. "My turn," said Ron. "Let me know if I'm doing it right, okay?"

With her shoulders against the bed, he placed his hands beneath her hips and lifted her to his lips. "Yes," she sighed, "suck on it. Oh…oh, yes…use your tongue. What's that…your nose?" 

"Yep." The boy lifted his head and grinned. "I read that in the Kama Sutra."

"Was that assigned reading? I must put it on the list for my special students!" She leaned forward and rubbed her face into his luxuriant dark curls, kissing the top of his head. "Let's get into bed." She rose to her feet and fell back onto the mattress. Ron started to climb atop her. "No, no, my boy, not yet. You have to finish your homework first. Use that magical mouth of yours."

Obligingly, the young man place his head between her thighs, legs draped across his shoulders. As his tongue played games, she felt a finger slip inside and probe for that special place. Well, all guys know about that, I guess. Then she felt another finger gently applying pressure at her anus.

"Is it okay to do that, Penney? If it hurts, I'll stop."

"That's…nice, Ron. Go ahead…" It slipped in a bit further. "Oh…oh…my." She craned her head to give him a look. "Did I give you a bath?"

"Only a sweet drink, ma'am. Just the thing for a hot, thirsty boy."

"Come up here, Ron. Will you hold me?" she asked. "Just hold me for a moment."

"For a moment or forever." He fitted himself in on Penney's right side, as if he had always belonged there, curve into curve. Gently, he kissed the pale freckled shoulder on which he snuggled his head.

Am I insane? she wondered. I could lose my job…I could never teach again. She looked at the sweet boyish face once more. And I wouldn't care.

Ron's fingers began to walk across her stomach. She grabbed his hand, raised it to her lips, and placed it on her breast. He cupped it gently, caressing the hard nipple with supple fingertips. One of his legs began to slide along the inside of her thigh. She reached down; yes, he was more than ready to go again. 

"Ron?" she whispered.

"What is it…Penney?" He sounded as though he had intended to use an endearment but thought better of it.

"I know this is your first time," she stated.

She could see him nod his head by the candlelight.

"Don't be afraid…I…I am not all that experienced myself," she blurted out. Suddenly, she began to sob. "Dominic was the only man I ever loved…ever loved…in any sense of the word. I want…to thank you for being so sweet…whether it is for only one night or we…oh, who knows what might be…hold me tighter."




The Student



“I really like the way you sing and play guitar,” the young girl said and she approached the small platform where Josh Griffin was performing. He was playing to an audience eating catfish at a local restaurant.

“Thanks,” Josh said looking up. “You want a CD. They are only 10 bucks.”

“I already have one and really enjoyed it,” the girl answered. Josh noticed the dark haired girl. She looked to be young, 19 or 20, and had a small tight body. She was dressed in jeans and blouse that fit close to her small breasts.

“Ok, glad you liked it,” Josh said and got ready to begin the next song.

“Could I talk to you a minute when you have a break?”

“Yeah, I guess. I have another 10 minutes to this set and then I will have a few minutes,” Josh replied wondering what this young girl wanted. Josh knew he was much too old to attract such a cute young girl and at 50 he did not have the energy to put much into any relationship. After his years of experience with the opposite sex he had decided noninvolvement to be the best approach.

Josh finished the set and went outside for a smoke.

“Do you have a minute now?”

Josh turned and watched the young girl approach him.

“Ok, what do you want?”

“My name is Sally, Sally Graves. I am also a singer. I need some help in learning how to get into the business and what I need to do. I was wondering if you gave lessons or anything like that.”

“No, I never liked teaching and as you can see I am not the most successful performer. You might want to talk to someone who knows something,” Josh responded with a sarcastic tone to his voice. 

“But I like the way you do things and would really appreciate your help,” Sally pleaded.

“Nope, not interested,” Josh said and walked away.

The last set went okay and Josh packed up his equipment. As he put the last piece in his old van he looked around to see Sally appear.

“What do you want?” 

“I was wondering if you would reconsider. I don’t have much money and I don’t know anyone else that I can talk to about this. Would you please considering teaching me about music and the music business?”

“I thought was I pretty clear before. No, I am not interested in teaching you,” Josh exclaimed.

“Please,” Sally pleaded.

Josh suddenly had an idea. It would make the lessons worth his efforts or else it would get point across that he was not interested.

“Sally, is that your name?”

“Yes,” she eagerly responded.

“I will teach you but only with several conditions, none of which you will like.”

“What are they?” she questioned.

“If you want me to give you lessons you must be prepared to follow every instruction I give without questions. Also, I will not teach you anything unless during the lessons you are totally naked,” Josh said and laughed.

“What?” Sally gasped. 

“I could never do that. You would want me to take off all my clothes so you could look at me,” she exclaimed. 

“You are a dirty old man,” she said and walked off.

“Well that got rid of her,” Josh thought as he finished loading his van ready to return to his small apartment and hot shower.

Josh forgot the entire incident with this young girl until later that week there was knock on his door.

“Yeah, whose there?” Josh was not use to visitors and anyone that knocked was usually trying to sell something he did not want.

“Sally,” a young voice said.

“Who?”

“Sally, the girl at the restaurant who was music lessons,” she replied.

“What the hell?” Josh thought as he remembered the incident. He wondered what she wanted now.

Josh opened the door and looked at the young girl standing on his small porch.

“Can I come in?” she asked.

“I guess,” Josh said and opened the screen door.

“I have been thinking about what you said.”

“What did I say?” Josh asked.

“You said you would give me lessons,” she replied.

“I don’t remember saying that,” Josh said. He had dismissed their conversation thinking it unimportant.

“You said if I met certain conditions you would teach me,” Sally said looking determined.

“Oh yeah, I did put a few conditions on it didn’t I,” Josh said and laughed. He now remembered their short conversation.

“You ready for a lesson,” Josh asked and smiled. He gave her body a good look over and noticed that she noticed how he was looking at her.

“I don’t know. I have never taken off my clothes like this,” she said looking down at the floor.

Josh could not believe this girl was actually considering it. He had just told her this to get rid of her and now here she was looking as if she was going to strip for him.

“Well, it is up to you,” he said and smiled.

Sally looked at Josh and then began to unbutton her blouse.

“Do I have to take off everything?” she asked.

“Yes, everything or it is no deal.”

Sally looked at him as she unbuttoned the last of the buttons. She slowly pulled open her blouse revealing a rather un-sexy white bra that totally covered her small but firm breasts.

“Keep going,” Josh instructed.

Sally reached down and undid the button on her jeans. She pulled hard at the tight material and slipped them down her legs. She then kicked off her shoes and pulled the jeans off her feet. Josh noticed her white cotton panties that revealed little of the soft flesh it covered. Sally might as well have been wearing a bikini bathing suit rather than bra and panties.

“Please, I don’t want to take off anything else,” Sally said as she crossed her arms across her chest.

“Look Sally, you came here to me and knocked on my door. It is all or nothing. It’s up to you,” Josh replied as he leaned back in her chair and stared at the young girl’s body.

Sally slowly reached behind her back and undid the clasp of the bra. She held the bra for a moment uncertain as to what she should do.

“Let it go Sally,” Josh instructed.

Sally let it go and the bra fell from her chest to the floor. She slowly let down her hands revealing small firm breasts about the size of a small apple. Her nipples were dark and Josh could see they were very firm, standing at attention.

“Very nice Sally. I love you titties,” Josh said admiring Sally’s breasts.

“Thanks,” Sally said not knowing how to respond.

“Before you take off your panties so I can see your pussy, let’s see how you sing,” Josh said and picked up his guitar. Sally had a strange expression on her face as she watched Josh watch her.

“Do you know ‘Cheating Heart’ by Hank Williams?” Josh asked.

“Yes,” Sally replied shifting from one foot to the other knowing that her music teacher could not take his eyes off her breasts.

Josh strummed a chord.

“Is that a good key?” 

“I think so.”

“Ok sing,” Josh commanded.

As Josh played Sally did several verses of ‘Your Cheating Heart’ and Josh felt she did a decent rendition? 

“Not too bad. You have a pretty good voice,” Josh praised.

For the first time since Sally’s ordeal began she smiled.

“Thanks,” she whispered.

Josh put down the guitar.

“Ok let’s see that pussy and ass,” he commanded.

Sally was caught off guard. She was still pleased about Josh’s favorable comment of her singing that she almost forgot what was happening. Without much further thought she slipped her fingers into each side of her panties and pulled them down.

Josh watched as a small amount of dark hair appeared. Sally obviously trimmed her pubic hair to leave only a small triangle just above the beginning of her slit. As the panties came off Josh had a great view of the pink folds of Sally’s pussy.

“Mmmm, very nice indeed Sally,” Josh commented.

“Thanks,” Sally said again not knowing how to respond to someone who was telling her she had a nice pussy.

“Turn around and let me see your ass,” Josh said.

Sally turned around allowing Josh a good view of her tight firm ass.

“Nice,” Josh said.

Sally turned around to speak. As she did so Josh took several quick pictures with his digital camera. 

“What are you doing?” Sally screamed.

“I didn’t say you could take a picture of me naked,” Sally cried as she tried to cover herself.

“You did not say I couldn’t either,” Josh responded.

Sally crotched down behind a chair and began to whimper, trying to hide her body.

“Ok, quit your crying. I got some good shots and there is little you can do about that now. So go ahead a get up and let’s do some work.”

Sally hesitantly stood up realizing there was little she could do about the pictures already taken.

“What are you going to do with those pictures?” she asked.

“I am going to look at them when I masturbate if you have to know,” Josh said.

“You won’t show them to anyone else?” she asked.

“No, they are just for me. It is time for you to sing. Get on your feet,” Josh ordered.

Sally rose to her feet, wiped off her face, and looked at Josh.

Josh again looked over her entire body.

“Do you know ‘You Are My Sunshine’?” Josh asked.

“Yes,” Sally answered.

Josh reached over to the computer and opened a program. Soon an intro to “You Are My Sunshine’ came through the speakers.

“Sing,” Josh ordered.

Sally began to sing the first verse of “You Are My Sunshine’ as she stood naked before Josh. Josh had to admit she had a good voice but his main preoccupation was with her excellent body.

As Sally sang Josh downloaded the pictures from his camera.

The song ended and Josh made a few adjustments.

“Do you know ‘Blue Bayou’?”

“Yes, but I don’t know all the words,” Sally said. She had recomposed herself and could not believe she was standing here naked singing to Josh.

Josh made a few adjustments on the computer. 

“Come over here.”

Sally gasped. She was looking at one of the pictures Josh had just taken of her. 

“No, look on this monitor.”

Sally looked and there was a karaoke type screen with the words to ‘Blue Bayou’. Josh pushed a button and it began to play. After the intro Sally began to sing using the words on the screen. She kept watching the words on one screen and the pictures Josh had taken on another screen next to it.

Josh was sitting behind Sally. He sat back and noticed there was a large budge in his pants. While listening to Sally sing and looking at her fine firm ass Josh pulled out his cock and began rubbing it as Sally continued to sing.

Sally finished the last line and turn to see what Josh’s reaction. She was shocked to see him sitting there rubbing his hard cock.

“What are you doing?” she gasped.

“I looking at your fine body and whacking off, what the hell do you think I am doing,” Josh responded now looking directly at Sally’s slit.

Sally took a step back but seemed mesmerized by Josh’s reaction to her. She just stood there staring at him rubbing his cock.

Josh reached up and pushed another button. 

“Stand by me, won’t you stand,” by me suddenly began to play through the speakers.

“Sing Sally right now,”

Sally not knowing what else to do began to sing still watching Josh masturbating.

“Very nice Sally. You sing well and your pussy is so enticing,” Josh groaned.

Sally watched as precum began to flow out of Josh’s cock.

“I’m going to cum Sally. Keep singing but watch as I cum.”

“Mmmmm,” Josh groaned as a load of cum shot out of his cock and hit the floor. This was quickly followed for several more globs of white cum.

“That felt really great,” Josh said and straightened himself back in the chair.

After a few more lines Sally finished the song.

“If you are still interested in lessons I will burn you a CD of a number of songs for you to practice. If you want to return and sing them for me, the rules will all be the same,” Josh said. 

“Sally, you have a good voice, not great but good. You certainly sing as well as some successful people but the music business is a very tough place to find success,” he continued.

“You can go ahead and get dressed and I will be looking forward to seeing all of you again if you so chose. Of course if you do return the price of the lesson will increase next time and I don’t mean money if you understand,” Josh said and stood up zipping up his pants to emphasize what he had just said.

Sally felt very confused. She could not believe all that had just happened. She also could not believe that a part deep inside her had enjoyed everything that had happened and she wanted to do it again. What bothered her was the increase in price. She wondered what that mean but she could guess it would be some type of sexual act. Sally did not know if she wanted that or not.

Josh watched from his window as she drove off and wondered whether he would see her again.



The Student



So there I was, in the Islands of the orient, with no idea how or why I had got there. My mind was blank, it was just yesterday.. or what seemed like yesterday that I had just signed up for a new course in sexology for the university. It was a profound irony.. what would a virgin know about sex? People wondered that, but I just smiled. I read a lot, and that was it. I had never felt the same experiences the books I've pored over described. 

And so I was here. In Malaysia. At 18. No money, no food, and my clothing completely soaked. Walking down the streets, I heard murmurs of "gwailou"-the Chinese word for devil man. I didn't mind, I was as soaking wet and dirty as one. Walking for awhile, I came across an inn, it had a sign with miniscule kanji handwriting. I could barely understand Chinese, let alone read it. I walked in, calling for asylum, the first word that came to my mind.

It looked like an inn, but the main lobby was covered in fluffed pillows and rug, kneeling in front of a candle was an oriental woman, who looked to be thirty-some years of age. "Come in!" she said in fluent English. I walked in, looking around nervously for a place to hang my coat. The woman gracefully stood up and turned to me. I was in shock, she was at least fifteen years older than me, but her slightly-open silk embroidered robe revealed parts of her voluptuous breasts and thighs, and her long slender feet took her to where I was. 

As I stood there ogling at her, I wondered what she made of me. Here I was, a 16-year-old Mexican boy who was dirty and disheveled. Although I had the stature and physique of a man, my face still belied my young innocence and inexperience.

Before I knew it, I was wearing nothing but my boxers, and I was kneeling in front of her. "You have no idea why you are here, do you?" she asked. I shook my head, no. She smiled as she stoked my hair softly "I will be your teacher for now.."

She removed her robe gracefully and revealed herself as she was brought to this world. She resembled Artemis, the goddess of fertility, my hands shot out to touch her, but she grabbed them and tied them with a silk scarf to the foot of the altar.

My cock was erect by now, struggling for liberation against the oppressive boxers. "Ah...do you need to be set free?"

She knelt and ripped off the boxers, and my hard-on leapt into sight.

"First lesson," she spoke melodically as she sat on my feet and spread her legs towards me, "Is endurance." She took her two feet and placed them together in my thighs, slowly trailing upwards, creating a sensation that was unbelievably pleasurable. Then, using her feet, began encircling my cock, which was now at its peak six inches, and she began moving up and down. I almost blanked out from the sheer pleasure...but there was more to come...she repeated the action with her hands, and began using her tongue.

She bobbed her head up and down as sucked my manhood as if it was a candy cane...within minutes, I was ready to come and did so, groaning in agony as she swallowed several globs of cum. Before my dick could rest, she was quickly lapping up what had spilled. She looked up with eager eyes as she freed me from my handcuffs.

I was hard again within seconds, as my teacher laid back and raised her legs, exposing her adorable flower. This was a peak moment, my books had said, but I never even dreamed how it would feel. I crawled closer and she spoke. "Very well, now, foreplay. You must please me. Don't be afraid to use your tongue. And I wasn't. I gently licked the her ankle and sucked on her big toes, before my tongue, almost automatically went down her leg...the smells from her flower were delicious, driving me wild with passion. My tongue finally found her opening and my fingers found her breasts. I inserted my tongue and began relishing the flavors, licking around and around, trying to stick it further, while my fingers fondled her erect nipples. She began to pant slowly, and I knew she was mine. I kept on licking until her breathing grew heavier, and then I stopped. I pulled back and looked at her, she was smiling and looking at my erect tool.

I descended slowly, guiding myself into her, penetrating slowly, her legs spreading for easier access. It was the most delicious feeling ever...warmth, tightness, and humidity, perfectly combined. I bent forward and began licking and sucking her hard little nipples, savoring them as I began moving faster and faster. I was enthralled in everything, and the staccato of her moans told me she was about to come, and she did, just as I injected my seed into her.

I rolled gently over the sides and she smiled at me. "Today's first lesson: passed."



The Student



It was a warm humid day in late September when I was doing something as mundane as mowing the lawn when it happened.

I became aware of someone on the drive way as I was finishing off the last few bits. At first my only reaction was 'Let's get this over first'. I had to turn a few times with the machine and I tried to acknowledge his presence but he seemed to be attending to something on his bicycle. I can't say I really noticed all that much more then and if he had just gone away I probably would never have remembered about it for more than five minutes. How different it was!

"Hi that's a good job done then!" He was well spoken and quite extraordinarily handsome. It's hard to remember what it was then but he had a sort of poise about him which gave him an almost aristocratic air.

"Oh well, thanks! Compliments are always gratefully received!" As I said this I had in mind partly that he seemed to be admiring me. I should say that I had taken my shirt off partly to keep cool and also to catch some of the last of the summer sun.

"I'm sorry to bother actually but ..."

"Don't worry it's a most welcome interruption!" I said smiling. "How can I help you?". 

"I'm a first year student at the university and I'm trying to find accommodation. Do you know of anyone around here who might have a room to spare?"

"Yea I was reading about this in the local paper, apparently students are sleeping in corridors and lecture theatres. Let me think now .."

"No please don't worry it's just that I thought you might know of someone".

"Sorry what was your name, mine's Carl by the way?"

"Oh I'm Rickie, well short for Richard I suppose but that's what my friends call me."

I was on the verge of offering him a room in my house right then and I was wondering if there was any reason why I shouldn't. I had this feeling that I just could not send this nice young guy away without helping him.

"Rickie there's really got to be something seriously wrong with the system when a guy like you can't find a room!" I couldn't help looking into his big blue eyes. He had short fair hair which just covered his ears and his smooth well filled cheeks were so suggestive of something they just made me quite excited.

"Oh I'd better get on and see what I can find" he said firmly and, with a resignation of purpose, turned to bid me goodbye.

"Hang on a minute! Would you consider taking a room in my house? There is a spare room. Would you be allowed to do that or is there some approval system?"

"To hell with any approval system; if they won't help me why should I care? No of course I'd consider taking it but are you sure you really want to take me?"

"Why shouldn't I? I don't think there's anything wrong with you Rickie is there? It certainly doesn't look like it! I was more concerned that you might not want to commit yourself so quickly perhaps you'd prefer to look around."

"I just can't believe it! This is better than anything I could have expected!"

"Hang on! you haven't seen the room yet. Hey I'd better fetch my shirt and look a bit more respectable for the occasion" I said jokingly.

"No don't do that for me you look terr.. I mean you're fine!" He flushed red at his mistake and I grabbed my shirt but simply put it down on a chair inside. There was just a hint of conspiracy about the smile he gave me. I showed him his room but he only looked around very briefly. "Are you really sure you mean this?" he repeated.

I had never before seen such a fabulously attractive guy; in fact I didn't really consider myself gay and here was this complete stranger who was blowing me over with his most infectious smile!

"I have never been so sure of anything in my life!" I said and briefly without thinking I found myself hugging him. "Now let's get down to practicalities. Let's have a mug of something together coffee, tea, what would you like?" I went on unperturbed as he seemed to be steadying himself. We went outside again to put his bike in the garage and he removed a small shoulder bag he had strapped to the rear. 

"Is that all you've got?"

"Yea well another student, who's got a hostel room, let me sleep on the floor but it's not really allowed and I could have got him in trouble. All my other stuff is at my parent's place. It's not a lot!" he added hastily.

"I don't mind , in fact perhaps I can drive you over and help you ferry it."

"Oh no!" he replied very quickly. "I mean sorry! Thanks! but it's not much really I can just put it in a bag and take it on the train. I've got a student card you see" he added as if to give further credence but I had guessed he thought my appearance would cause him some embarrassment.

"That's OK Rickie, look um ... what are you studying at Uni. then?" I could see he felt a bit uneasy about refusing my offer.

"I'm doing catering and hotel management." then after a pause, "Don't say it I know what you're thinking 'You can do the cooking' well yes I certainly would like to help out if you like. I love cooking you see"

"It just keeps getting better!" I replied. "So back to practical matters; I think a trip to the supermarket is required and with such a qualification I'm going have to ask you to accompany me!"

"Steady on I haven't started the course yet!"

"You don't need to, to know more about cooking than I do! Since Suzie left I've had to make do and oh! by the way, I should have explained. I had a female partner called Suzie who left me a couple of months ago. We weren't married and there weren't any kids thankfully"

"I'm really sorry to hear that!" Rickie interrupted "Why on earth would a girl leave you!? No sorry; I don't know what I'm talking about!"

"No it's alright; it's me really; I'm just no good with girls I'm afraid and that's it. I'm always saying the wrong thing or not saying the right thing or not doing the right....... Oh I don't know. The trouble is I've had a couple of women sort of throw themselves at me then it doesn't work and it's always my fault!... Come on we'll take the car" 

Rickie was full of ideas in the supermarket and I had to restrain him from loading all sorts of exotic things into the trolley. Then we suddenly realised we hadn't discussed what he would pay for lodgings. In was so unbusinesslike that in most cases any one would have thought we were heading for disaster!

"Come on fajitas are a must! It's Mexican, have you never had them?" 

"Yes of course I have and I have actually helped make them!" There was something about our banter which may have predicted the way our relationship was going because, when as went to pay, the girl on the checkout said something like; "Nice you've got a new partner"

"What did she say?" insisted Rickie squeezing my arm till it hurt.

"Oh she's a hell of a gossip. Suzie always went to her till and would take ages gassing and holding up all the other customers."

"You haven't answered my question! Come on!! How the hell can she ... well ... think that..." Rickie was struggling for words now.

"So what did you think she was thinking?... I think you heard perfectly well Rickie!"

"We are going to dish up fajitas right?" Rickie had found an apron, rolled up his sleeves and looked very professional. He caught me admiring his newly exposed arms. I just couldn't help it! Once again I was almost mesmerised by him. He started preparing the meat, vegetables and spices while I did the easy bit with the tortillas. 

"How's that?" I said proudly having wrapped the first fajita. "Looks good doesn't it?"

"Oh well yes" Rickie said. We both looked and for some reason burst out laughing together. "Actually um, I think it's a bit small!"

"Small? Small for what? Oh too small for you, you mean; well you're only going to put it in you're mouth!" I didn't really mean it to turn out like that but we both fell about laughing.

"I want a full explanation about this joke immediately Mr Chef here, otherwise you fail your exams!!" I said wagging my finger at him.

"What sort of examination had you in mind then?!" said Rickie with a mischievous smile.

"Rickie I never knew you had such a one track mind on such a simple thing as a rather small fajita? Now lets see!" I said picking one up. "Are you not satisfied with that?" Rickie was laughing so much now that he had to grip my arm to steady himself 

"Don't you think it's time we pulled ourselves together and got on with it." But it was no good, neither of could say anything that didn't make it even worse!

After the meal I suggested to Rickie that he might want to retire to his room. It created a slighted awkward moment between us because he thought I was trying to get rid of him and I had to explain to him that I just didn't want him to feel obliged to be with me all the time if he wanted time to himself.

"Anyway I' going to watch that series on TV 'Mon Ami', it's the next episode tonight."

"Oh I love that! Can we watch it together?"

"Yes Rickie of course I would love that. I was going to have a quick shower first because it starts in ten minutes."

"Yea I'll do the same straight after you if that's OK"

So it was. I had gone straight into the living room after my shower with just in a towel around me as usual. I shouted to Rickie that the shower room was free and turned on the TV. Rickie took a little longer and the program was about to start when he came out so I called to him to come straight over.

"I'm only in my towel!" he protested putting his head around the door.

"Just come on in or you'll miss the start"

"But they're still on the adverts! Shouldn't I go and put something on?"

"If you really want to but I have to say you look pretty good as you are!" He did too and fact I had never seen anyone look so utterly sexy as Rickie did, bare from the waste up. He was so fabulously fit and perfectly built with beautifully rounded smooth muscles but without being effeminate in any way. The sight of him like this was giving me a hell of a hard-on and it was hard not to show it with just a towel round me.

Rickie had not responded to my suggestion and but instead returned a compliment to me. I was getting more excited.

"I think I'd better draw the main curtains, we don't want gossips peering through the netting do we?"

"Perhaps the girl from the supermarket would like to? Should we ring her!?" suggested Rickie.

I got up to draw the curtain and as I was doing so it got stuck on the runners so I had to stretch up and free it with both hands. At this point I felt the loose knot in the towel around my waste unravel and in a fraction of a second I was standing there completely in the nude with Rickie shamelessly looking on and laughing.

"Sorry!" I said hurriedly pulling the towel back around me but I detected that Rickie was getting very aroused himself. I walked slowly over towards him.

"You really must never apologise for yourself Carl." He said rather unsteadily and gazing straight up at me. I was standing right in front of him now and he was staring straight at the bulge in my towel. "I think you're concealing one of our fajitas down there!" Then as I very slowly and deliberately undid the knot. "Wow you're huge man!" but then he tried to recompose himself. "This is what I meant by a decent size!" but then he gripped my cock in his hand and started gently squeezing me. I was so hard and having Rickie doing this was sending thrills right through me. I let go of everything and putting my hand gently behind his head I drew him towards me. Rickie didn't need me to tell him what to do! With my hand in his beautiful soft hairs I felt his lips closing around my knob. It was beyond description! I was going out of my mind! To see this beautiful boy taking me was one thing but to feel his warm mouth and tongue exploring my raging prick! How could I keep any control of myself? I knew I would blow prematurely if I didn't take a lead quickly.

Rickie sensed I wanted to lie with him on the sofa. We quickly got into a sixty nines position and I wasted no time getting at the parts of him I most wanted. He let me pull his towel apart. I found it even harder to control myself as I started to expose his beautiful smooth white skin around his genitals. Rickie's dick was long and rather slim but so beautifully full and rounded like everything else in his body. It was all so pink and smooth but I could see little blood vessels just under his tight skin and around his lovely big balls. As I went to lick him he firmed right up and it suddenly got so rigid I realised what an incredible virile young man he was. 

Don't ask me how I held out this long Rickie was certainly not helping by working his tongue around my knob then sucking hard. He was bringing me so close to orgasm he was getting lots of precum from me. But as I sucked him I couldn't take my eyes off those smooth fair folds of his lower buttocks where they met in a fantastically sexy slit. Suddenly I decided I just had to get at his bottom. At first he seemed to resist my attempts to part his slit and get between his big firm buttocks. I was so desperate to get in there and find his cherry.

"Don't you like that?" I asked softly.

"Oh no!, Yes! please go on I'm just ticklish!" he said giggling.

His deep sexy slit was all the more exciting as he tried to squeeze his firm boy buns together. I was in a frenzy of excitement as I pulled them hard apart and buried my face in his deep cleft so much that I managed to stretch my tongue in enough to reach his cherry. I could feel it flexing on the tip of my tongue. Rickie was so sensitive and at that point he seemed to surrender every bit of resistance to me. I was licking the most beautiful ripe anal cherry still softly smelling of shower gel and surrounded by the sexiest smooth rounded buttocks you can imagine. I realised why I had found his face cheeks so sexy.

But now as I licked him, he parted his legs a bit and I noticed his sphincter was relaxing so I was able to dip my tongue right inside him. It took me unawares. In seconds I was exploring him and licking his inner sphincter muscle which had opened very slightly suggesting he was ready to take me. The sight of this open pink hole just asking to be fucked was more than I could stand and Rickie was sucking me harder than and seemed to have my dick half way down his throat! In moments the orgasm was upon me. I felt I huge sensation as my sex glands went into spasms and I felt my spunk shooting down my raging cock shaft. I was wishing it into his bum hole but actually I shot my whole load into his mouth.

Then events took a dramatic turn as Rickie suddenly switched his attentions to my bum or, to be more precise, my asshole. He sprung up from the couch vigorously His eyes were blazing like fire. Then he roughly pulled apart my buttocks burying his face in my bottom and I could feel his tongue probing my anus and delivering mouthfuls of sticky slimy cum into my bum hole. It all happened so quickly. Rickie was mad like he was crazy with excitement now. Then suddenly without a word he drove his long slim shaft straight up my slimy asshole. I felt him surging up inside me. I was more wonderful even than anything else I can think of. This beautiful boy was fucking me really hard up my bottom and his cock was so hard inside me and his body movements so vigorous. This super fit guy was really doing me like an Olympic athlete. Looking round I could see his superb body and his boy muscles flexing as he relentlessly pounded my ass; then suddenly he let out a yell and I felt his cock jerking as a huge surge of his warm sperm flooded into my rectum.

I was almost exhausted by this time but Rickie had rushed off into the shower slamming the door behind him. At first I thought he had to go to the toilet in a hurry but when he didn't come back for a while I went to investigate.

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry, I'll have to go! I'm really sorry I completely lost it. This will never work out I've just got to go!!" He was shouting at this stage and terribly upset.

"OK Rickie! I'm sorry too but I'm not going to keep you against your will. We'd better go and get your bike out of the garage. This is awful I hope you are not going to do anything stupid. Come on promise me Rickie!!" I insisted. I was desperate to persuade him to stay. 

When he started to wheel his bike out of the garage it was obvious that the front tyre was completely flat.

"You can't go like that I'll have to repair it for you. Come on it won't take long!"

I soon found some tools and undid the wheel nuts and removed both tyre and tube. I knew it would not be long before Rickie recovered from his reaction.

"Hey Rickie can you run me a quick errand? Go up to the kitchen and get a bole of water. We will need it to find the hole. In fact it probably wasn't necessary but it helped to calm him down. I pumped up the tube put it in the water and showed him where the bubbles arose. Then I applied solution and pressed on a patch.

"You're so good at it. I wouldn't have a clue how to do that!" 

"Look Rickie, as far as I am concerned there's only one thing that matters here and that's you! I really don't like the idea of you going off into the night. I really love you Rickie! Don't you know that!?"

"I sorry really I just lost my head"

"Is this 'sorry about being sorry' then? Oh Rickie you're a funny guy!" I had taken my shirt off to do the tyre and now I pulled him against me and he sobbed on my shoulder. "There's always a first time for everyone and you performed perfectly."

"Oh I don't know! just watching you smoothing that inner tube and plugging that hole that seems to be sending me all in a tizzy again. I don't know how I can control myself again ever!" he said rather unnecessarily.

"Well Rickie this is my workshop and this is where I get things like that done. Plugging holes in smooth surfaces! But you are admittedly much better in the kitchen and the living room." We both laughed. "How about another little errand so I can do some more unfinished work"

"What do you mean?" he asked innocently. 

"Rickie I want you to go up to the living room and, do you remember there was rug folded on one of the chairs, bring that down and a little olive oil in a cup from the kitchen and some soap and then I can do my next job!"

I think Rickie guessed what I had in mind but he did it all the same. So when he returned quickly with the rug we spread it on the floor and I calmly undressed him removing first his shirt then pulling his jeans and his pants down till he was once again superbly naked. His slim cock was filling like a rubber hose swells as water passes through it and so I gently felt him and squeezed it a little. It readied him for what I wanted to do next so I pulled my pants down in front of him to reveal my cock which was now quite large and felt very tight. I loved it when Rickie gazed at me and I got a huge thrill as he gently felt me. But this time I was going for his bottom make no mistake!

I knew from licking him that he was quite tight. It was one thing to dip my tongue in but quite another to insert my cock without hurting him so I knew I had to be patient and dilate him gradually. Above all I knew that to keep Rickie I had to do him really thoroughly, then there would be no more running away!

I had a selection of screwdrivers of various sizes with smooth rounded orange handles so I used the soap to wash them well in the water bole then gently applied some Olive oil to Rickie's sensitive asshole. I couldn't resist licking his oily cherry first and soon he started opening up as before. Thus time I gently pushed the handle of the smallest tool and, applying a gentle pressure on his anus, watched him yield and gradually take it in. Then I slowly slipped it up inside his bottom. I loved the sight of the skin around his sphincter as it stretched to accommodate the girth of the handle and to see the whole tool disappearing into that lovely smooth sexy bum! He groaned with delight as I worked it up inside him and teased his prostate. He had never experienced anything like this before and he gasped as he threw his head form side to side. This was what he really needed doing to him. Having someone control you sexually by his physical presence inside your rectum is the most powerful experience any man can have.




The Student



Each larger size stretched him a bit further and again as I withdrew he had to stretch the same amount as it came out. The sexiest bit was seeing his pink hole remain open momentarily then close as his anus contracted into a tight star. It was like it was shyly hiding his most intimate secrets. It took nearly an hour of this most intensely exciting work dilating his asshole before I could safely insert the largest handle which was nearly as big as my erect cock. Rickie was now ready to be fucked and he wanted it like hell!

I was aching all around my cock by now and I kept asking him if he was OK as I didn't want to hurt him but all the time I was shaking with excitement. This was it! I pushed his legs right back and apart. Put plenty of olive oil on my cock and got into position so my throbbing knob was pressing hard on his anus. It didn't take more than a minute or two before I felt him slowly yielding to me. For one thing I knew he wanted it desperately and for the other it was a matter of relentless pressure on his ass until he had to take me in.

I had this fabulous sensation as I felt his ring opening around my knob and clasping me repeatedly as I drove my dick further and further up into him. Looking down I could see my huge dick disappearing into his beautiful bum. This had to be the climax of all climaxes as I felt the warmth of the interior of his bottom all around me now. I was right up inside him and he panting madly sweating and tossing his head from side to side as I gently kissed his aroused boy nipples..

I started slowly at first to work my cock in and out of his tight stretched asshole but the whole experience was so exciting. What really did it of me was when I began kissing his lips and under the curls of hair around his ears. I could see little soft hairs and goose pimples on the fair smooth skin of his shoulders then I could hold out no longer; I just had to fuck this beautiful boy! He needed it and he was going to get it! When it came my orgasm was huge and I just had to push into him as far as I could as I felt my cum shooting out and spurting up his bum hole. At the same moment I grabbed his cock and sent him into a frenzied orgasm which the poor lad couldn't resolve with my massive dick so deep inside him. I could feel his sex gland spasming wildly.

Rickie was shouting out by this time. I was afraid the neighbours would think something was wrong. "Oh you're so fucking strong!" he yelled as he started biting at my biceps.

Presently I withdrew from him and watched his lovely hole close neatly back into his tight anus safely containing all the sperm that I had stuffed up him.

We collected our belongings and walked back to the kitchen both stark naked. I went in front and Rickie was teasing me by feeling my bum slit as we walked. I must have oozed some cum as I became very aware of the movement my buttocks as I walked with his finger in my slit. Of course he hadn't managed to jack so I realised he was getting ideas about fucking me again.

"Remember what you said about me being in control in the kitchen? Well come on! Bend over the table! No second thoughts! Let's go in the lounge, I want to do you over the armchair"

Rickie got very purposeful and determined. He knew exactly how he wanted me and he looked superb with strong fit body and his gorgeous hard cock pointing at me almost horizontally.

"Do you know you have the most fantastically sexy ass buttocks ever!. You've got such strong, hairy muscular buttocks you know! Oh I love it!!" I was bending over the chair as he buried his face in my ass and started licking me, salivating and kissing me around my hole.

I tuned to kiss his pink knob but then he rammed it straight up my rectum! Nothing at all gentle about it but I felt this very hard dick probing me everywhere inside. It was my turn to be conquered by another man and believe me when you have Rickie up you, you know he's a real man! Wow how he pounded me over that chair! 

"Come on I want you on your back Carl. I want to fuck that Man Ass of yours so you'll know who's boss - Hey! You don't mind do you?"

"Oh Rickie I love you! I love what you're doing to me! I've never been fucked by a guy before but I can't imagine how it could be better than this!" I lay across the couch on my back and pulled my legs as far back and apart as I could. I just had to expose myself to Rickie and his raging cock. His deep blue eyes were staring straight into mine as came down and into me with great determination. I wanted to kiss every bit if his beautiful smooth boy body I could reach as he down on top of me. I felt his hot cock slip into me so easily but it sent a huge thrill right up my bottom. I started kissing him all over his shoulders and his smooth strong pectoral muscles as he drove his lovely slim dick in deeper.

"Ah! Oh fuck I'm going to do you! You're so fucking strong ah!! I just got to fuck you ah!!" He was thrusting into me and probing my prostate like hell. I felt like a some huge thrill was welling up inside me. I can't describe it I felt so intensely excited like my whole body was starting to orgasm. Rickie had amazing ability to hold out and kept probing me incredibly vigorously. At times he was jumping up and down and pounding me like hell. His eyes were flashing with passion and his probing inside me so deliberate it was driving me crazy. I felt a huge wave of contractions taking over my rectum and this seemed to set Rickie off. He was kissing me now all over the hairs of my chest. "Oh! you're so strong but you need it from me don't you! Hey what's happening you're bum's going crazy!! Ah you fucking sexy Ah!!!" All that spunk I had held up inside him; he just shot it up my ass with huge force. I really felt him spurting me and fertilising me deep inside.

"What about that Rickie! from lodger to lover in less than four hours!!" I said at last. We both felt it was time for a bit of celebration. "I've got some sparkling wine, it's not champagne but I'm not too keen on that anyway. What about it?"

Part 2 Rickie watched me, admiring my muscles, as I uncorked the bottle. He grabbed some glasses as if we had lived together all of our lives.

It was only now that we noticed that the television still on in the lounge. "Oh dear we never saw that program" I began.

We sat close beside each other on the couch admiring our nude bodies. I was fondling Rickie's genitals as his cock was now nice and soft following his very recent explosion inside me. It felt so good! but what made it even better was his huge scrotum. I don't know why I hadn't taken much notice of his balls until now. They were so big and firm. They seemed so purposeful and productive. Later whenever I saw him in just his pants or swimwear they made a very impressive bulge. 

"What I love about you is you're so big and strong, you're so muscular and all these hairs" Rickie said stroking my chest. We must have spent quite a time admiring each other then I remembered what we had intended to do.

"To us both!" I said raising my glass his. "I just can't take it all in you know. It's happened so fast!" I said as we cuddled together naked. I meant what I said metaphorically of course!

"You seem very good at taking it all in" Rickie replied running his hand over my thighs. "No seriously I know just what you mean. That's why I wanted to run off I suppose. I just lost it completely; the sight of your ass and the way your touched me, I know it sounds sort of trite doesn't it ... I mean, 'falling in love' but it did feel like I was in free-fall!"

"I really don't care whether it sounds right or not, or who thinks what about us! Do you know Rickie I would like to shout to the whole world: 'I love you Rickie'...er This has to be it!! I don't even know your surname!"

"You do! it's Rickie Hardy Sykes. OK well you know it now."

"A double barrelled surname you're joking! I thought you looked aristocratic. Is your dad a lord or something?"

"Look Carl I just want you to know me as Rickie. Never mind the other stuff. I can't help it."

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you. I was just so surprised".

"It's no big deal really. No my dad's not a lord or anything he just felt obliged to maintain the family name."

"You know Rickie I just love you and your virile aristocratic balls! and what I wanted to say was that I am so proud of you that if it was legal I'd make love to you in public out in the street! Do you know what I mean?"

"Yea I do know what you mean and it reminds me of what I wanted to say to you. You see I have reconsidered your offer of driving me home to collect my belongings, if its still there. Well I guess you realised I was a bit uncertain when you asked me earlier. So I want you to come over and meet my parents and I actually want them to know I'm not just your lodger!"

We kissed long and hard after this and I felt myself getting very aroused again. Rickie could easily see my cock hardening and got up to sit himself down on me.

"Hang on Rickie" I said getting up first "I've got a better idea" I couldn't help being very conscious of my swaying cock as I strode across the room to open the door. I went into my bedroom opened the door and pulled back the bedclothes.

"It's time for formal consummation Rickie! Are you ready? I'm going to carry you across to my bed" I said picking up his beautiful naked body. He was heavier than I thought and as I carried him into my bedroom I was thinking of all this aristocratic breeding that had produced this wonderful guy. As I gently laid him down on my bed I noticed his cock was getting fuller again already. He was so virile! he'd only finished fucking me minutes earlier!

At first I just squeezed him gently and immediately he braced himself and his cock went hard as steel. I had to suck him! He was so hot I loved his firmness and the way it pointed so purposefully and however much I sucked him, every time I let him out of my mouth it retained its poise. I was tempted to invite him to fuck me again. We were so evenly balanced sexually although I was rougher and more hairy, he was very strong and fit!

Rickie's naked body looked so superb on the white sheets. His top half chest, arms and shoulders were lightly tanned as were his long firm legs. Even like this he lay with a certain poise of a person ready to take what was coming to him in style.

I turned him over gently as I have always dreamt of having a guy with a beautiful bottom next to me in bed. The idea of pushing my cock, now hard and aching into this beautiful deep slit was the nearest thing to ecstasy. But first I had to kiss him all over from his smooth shoulders, down his strong arms, down the small of his long handsome back then skipping the final goal I kissed the backs of his calf muscles and his knees then with more passion I kissed further and further up his thighs until with mounting excitement I got to his buttocks. By this time I was trembling and literally shaking all over with excitement as I worked my tongue over his big smooth buttocks. His bottom was so, so perfect!! His lovely rounded and smooth buns! I started kissing them frantically and as I did so he seemed to raise them up and down as if gently masturbating his cock beneath. 

As I kissed deeper into his slit he opened his legs apart and soon I found his lovely smooth pink cherry and salivating on it to moisten it up ready for the real thing! He was still quite sticky from when I had fucked him in the garage. I knew I had to go for it.

He looked round at me as I lowered myself on him as he lay on his stomach. I have always fanaticised about fucking a guy like this. I got my shaft into his tight slit. It was slightly sticky but it squeezed together tight against my cock. I was already crazy by the time I felt his sphincter reacting to my knob. I braced myself for some serious self restraint; I was ready to blow right then! Rickie opened up for me so easily this time I suddenly realised I was right up him and my shaft was being squeezed by his buttocks and his anus was teasing my knob like hell! I was never going to stand up to this for more than a few seconds. That uncontrollable tightening was beginning inside me. I had to get him on his back quickly.

This was the first time I realised there was something special about the way our bodies interacted when we made love. Rickie was so quick to roll over and pull his legs right back. His asshole was gaping as I drove my raging dick right up into his throbbing rectum. We were almost like dancers. Every move of Rickie's body sent shivers of excitement through me. I was kissing him all around his tender neck and where his hair touched his ears. But inside I could feel his sex gland spasming as I probed him with my prick. That and his soft neck was what really pushed me right over the top. It was all coming in a rush now I couldn't hold it up a moment longer. I felt that thrill as my spunk gushed through my sperm tubes and spurted out into Rickie's bum. Oh how I wanted to do him now! I wanted to fuck him right up and fertilise every bit of his beautiful body!! I pounded him frantically as I dosed him deep inside. I wanted to give him the same energetic treatment he had given me.

When we eventually subsided sleep must have come across us very quickly because the next thing I know was that it was quarter to eight in the morning and we both had to get up: Rickie had to go to college and me to work.

We made breakfast, cleared up and readied for leaving. It would have appeared to anyone else as if we had been together for years. Rickie always seemed to sense exactly what had to be done.

Lastly I went with him to get his bike from the garage.

"No punctures this time!"

"Hey thanks! No I'm not saying goodbye but thanks I've felt so happy but ...!" Rickie suddenly looked sad. 

"What is it!?" I said almost in panic. I was afraid he was going to say this was the end.

"No it's just that you see I had to go to the toilet you see er You do understand?"

"Are you apologising for the call of nature now Rickie?! I never heard anything like it! You'll be apologising for eating next!"

"Oh well anyway" said Rickie looking more relaxed now "That bidet of yours certainly does have some useful extras!" he was referring to the enema attachment I presumed.

"OK I get the message, come on lets get your pants down, there's just time for a quick servicing. We are in garage you see!"

Rickie had put on an anorak for the bike ride and when I took his jeans and pants down it made his bare bum look even more sexy than ever. His slit was all creamy; I think he must have applied some lotion in anticipation. I whipped my pants down in no time and drove my hard horizontal cock deep into slit. I just wanted to fuck him straight off! His asshole seemed really tight at first. I suppose it had contracted over night. In fact I must have begun to orgasm before his asshole opened properly then as I was in full flow I felt my cock going right up him allowing me to dose his rectum as I thrust it deep inside him. I gave him one really big thrust to get my last drops in as far as I could.

I felt so satisfied as I withdrew from his asshole. It seemed to close quickly as my slimy dick came out. His slit was very sticky too and I was afraid it would make his jeans damp as he cycled.

"Here you'd better get these tissues in your crack. I wouldn't want to embarrass you in front of the other students. And yes!: the next time you go to that supermarket you'll need to ask that girl for some sanitary towels. Don't worry I'll explain why you need them in graphic detail!"

"Here this cheeky! If I wasn't late for college I'd fuck that hairy ass of your so full you'll be running for tampons!" we kissed again then Rickie waved a quick goodbye.

I watched his strong legs as he pedalled off and thought of my sperm swimming up into him and fertilising his young body. Then as I went back into the house alone I knew I had to hurry to go get to work but I felt a ting of loneliness so I just had to look into Rickie's room. It was to reassure myself he really would come back. But although the bed was unruffled, the sight of his discarded clothes strewn rather untidily made me feel a lot better. I grabbed his t-shirt and held it against my face. Rickie would be back!

You might wonder how such an erotic start could lead to a genuine lasting relationship, but it did. Rickie stayed with me there for about 5 years until one day he learnt that he had inherited a large cattle station in New South Wales, Australia. I had insisted he went because I couldn't bear the thought of him refusing because of me. In the end he only agreed to go when I agreed to go with him. So now we have this aristocrat with his degree in something rather irrelevant running a ranch and really making a good job of it. It does help that I am a qualified accountant and yes, Rickie does do the best steak barbecue just about anywhere on the planet!



The Student



"Okay, that's all for today, make sure you read the assignment for Monday, and bring your paper revisions." John said, standing up at his desk. The class of college freshman quickly filed out. John was just out of grad school, and he had aspirations of being a novelist but the need to pay bills forced him into teaching, at least for now. This was freshman lit, a required class. John stood at his desk, watching students leave, there were usually questions, and he answered two quick questions as students left. Soon the class was empty except for John and Natalie. She was one of those students that had a passion, not just a bookworm. She always had something to say, and it was usually a well thought out idea. She was a tall blonde 19 year old. "Do you have any questions Natalie?" John asked. 

"Oh no, I was just thinking about the end of that story." Natalie said, sitting in the front row, wearing a black skirt and a button up white shirt, which was opened enough to show off her c-cup cleavage. 

"I guess you liked it if you are thinking this much about it." 

"No actually, I was thinking about how I would do it differently, this seemed artificial." 

"Yeah a little, Thompson likes the tied-up ending." John said, walking around to the front of his desk, and leaning against it. 

"I heard your book got rejected." Natalie said sympathetically. 

"Yeah, it's not a big deal. There are a lot of publishers, it might still get picked up, and I'll just write another one." John said. 

"Can I ask you a personal question?" Natalie said. Her face was red and flushed. 

"Sure." 

"Do you find me attractive." Natalie asked. 

"Of course...That story you wrote a few weeks ago, that was true wasn't it." John said, referring to a short story assignment, Natalie's was about a girl whose abusive boyfriend convinces her that she is ugly. The story was racy for a student paper. 

"Yeah." Natalie said, looking down. John walked to her desk, putting his hand on hers on the desk. 

"Hey, you're a very attractive girl, you shouldn't worry about it." John said, comforting. 

"How's the wife?" Natalie asked, looking up at John. 

"She's fine." 

"How's your sex life?" Natalie asked, suddenly peering through him as though she were the teacher and he the student. John's gut reaction was to say 'none of your business' but he didn't. He stood there stunned for a moment. 

"Why do you ask?" 

"I'm wondering if I could do you a little favor to boost my grade." Natalie said, sitting upright, pressing her arms together to accentuate her c-cup breasts. John was quite stunned by the proposition. 

"You have an A." John said, then wondering if he shouldn't have said that. 

"Damnit John, I'm trying to give you a little desperate student fantasy, and you aren't working with me." 

"What makes you think I want that, or that I'm not satisfied with my sex life?" 

"Oh, just a few things a girl can pick up on." Natalie said, standing up next to John. They were roughly the same height, and she stood very close to him, her tits almost touching him. "I especially like when you get a boner while you're lecturing and you have to sit down." 

"God, I thought I disguised it pretty well." John said seriously. Natalie laughed. 

"Haha, it's so obvious, you get excited, and bam there it is, and you stop everything to sit down for no reason...not to mention the looks you give me." 

"I don't stare at you." John said defensively. 

"No, not overtly. And it's not like you're staring at my tits either, you look me in the eyes in a way that no one ever has." Natalie put her hands on John, feeling his chest and back. John didn't move. "So come on Mr. Morrison, how's your sex life." 

"Not good. Alice will only let me make love to her once a week at the most. She is never very excited about it either." John said, then looked over his shoulder at the door, which was closed. It was the end of the day, this being a night class, and nobody was in the building except a janitor or two, but they wouldn't get up to this floor for hours. Natalie hugged herself closer to John, wrapping her arms around him, and pressing her tits against his chest. "She won't go down on me." 

"How does that make you feel?" 

"Well, it's...I never thought I cared this much about the sex, but she won't ever go down on me, not even on a special occasion. And I have to beg her just to go down on her." 

"Wow, that's pretty bad." Natalie said, pulling back to look at John face to face. "Are you bad at it, cause I could give you a lesson or two." Natalie said, smiling widely at him. 

"No, she gets off, but she just never wants to have sex, it's like she has almost no sex drive. You know, I always thought that sex wasn't that important, and I never thought I would ever be unfaithful or break her heart, or anyone's for that matter, but now it seems like it's inevitable." 

"Was she always like this?" Natalie asked, putting her right hand on John's face, pulling his gaze from staring blankly at the wall, to her blue eyes. 

"We've been married a year, and it's only gotten worse." 

"Have you tried livening it up." 

"I've tried everything." John said. Natalie pressed her soft lips against John's. She had to work at it for a moment before John kissed her back. Then they made out. It was passionate for her, and surreal for him. 

"Feel me." Natalie said, pulling back from John, whose hands had been at his side the whole time. He raised up his hands to her waist, and rubbed around her waist and back. "Damnit John, grab my tits." He did as he was told, grabbing her breasts. Up to this point he had been like a deer in headlights, not embracing the situation so much as going along with it. But after his hands grasped her breasts, he looked at her in a different way. He pulled her button up shirt apart, and her bra down, letting her tits loose, as he felt and groped her. Natalie moaned, and leaned into him, kissing him. Natalie slowly dropped to her knees, keeping her eyes on John's the whole time. She undid his belt, and pulled his boxers down enough to get to his engorged cock. Natalie gasped as she freed his large cock. "I thought that bump was big, but fuck." John had a pulsing thick nine inch cock. Natalie was stunned at the size of it, as it pulsed in her hand. 

"Something wrong?" John asked seriously. 

"It's fucking huge." Natalie said, grinning up at John. She then opened her mouth, and slowly moved her soft lips up against the tip of his huge erection. 

"Oh god." John moaned as Natalie started to give him the best blowjob he'd ever had. Natalie sucked, licked, and stroked his big cock. It didn't take all that long, as sex starved as he was. John was moaning quite loudly, and then he said "I'm coming," as he blasted a load in her mouth, which Natalie sucked and swallowed. John, lightheaded, sat down in the nearest desk, with Natalie on her knees, jizz dripping from her lips, and topless, next to him. 

"Been a while?" Natalie asked John nodded. Natalie walked to the door, which she locked. Natalie walked to the front of John's desk, and leaned back against it, still barely wearing her white button up shirt and black skirt. Natalie striped all her clothes off, all except her heeled shoes, and she leaned against the desk, propping herself up with her arms, bent over, showing John her firm round 19 year old ass. "John." She said expectantly. "I'm going to need you to do something for me." She looked over her shoulder at him, and he stared at her sexy firm body. "I'm going to need your cock over here." John stood, taking his pants completely off, and then walked to the desk. He stood behind Natalie, and reached around to her firm c-cup breasts, feeling them, and leaned against her, his face against her soft blonde hair. His cock came fully back to life, and he put his huge cock just at the entrance of Natalie dripping pussy. He pushed it up inside her, then fucked her hard from behind. After a few fucking strokes, Natalie, deep in pleasure, leaned completely forward, her face planted on his desk. John gripped her hips and fucked her senseless. After Natalie came twice, moaning in ecstasy, she peeled herself off the desk, and got on her knees to finish him off. He came in her mouth again. Which she was grateful for. 

John leaned against the desk, breathing deeply. Natalie stood up in front of him. John was getting his clothes back in order. "I think I need something more." Natalie said. "I'm gonna have to give you an oral exam." Natalie hopped her cute little ass up on his desk, and spread her legs wide open. Her neatly shaved pussy was dripping, and she put her hand down there and spread herself open. "Now get down on your knees, and give me head." Natalie said. John got down on his knees, putting his hands on her thighs. He hesitated for a moment, then pushed his face forward into her pussy. His tongue centered on her clit, as he lapped and prodded her pussy. He used two fingers to play with her, and massaged her g-spot while he licked her clit mercilessly. It didn't take long for her to come, and squirt a little juice on him. Natalie screeched in ecstasy, and laid back on the desk, panting. John got his clothes together, and made himself presentable, whilst she recovered on the desk. He handed her her clothes and she dressed. There was an uncomfortable silence as they put themselves back together. They went to leave, and Natalie gave him a quick peck on the cheek as they walked out of the room. 

*Two Years Earlier* 

John walked out of class, backpack on his shoulder. This was the first week of school of his junior year. John had been single for a while, and was looking forward to the start of this semester as an opportunity to meet a new girl. This Tuesday-Thursday history class provided a girl sitting across from him by the name of Alice. Alice was a year younger than John, a quiet innocent type. She was short and had brightly dyed blue short hair. She was a short cute little thing. The kind of girl that couldn't gain weight if she tried. John had noticed her on Tuesday, a few glances, he found her attractive, and on Thursday he made a point of giving her a few stares. After class, he walked out, and walked slowly, hoping for her to catch up to him, which she did. "Hi," Alice said, walking next to John. 

"Hi." John said. 

A few hours and a few drinks later, they were sitting on Alice's bed in her dormroom. Her roommate Janet had been studying, sitting on her bed for a while, but had left to go to a friend's. John and Alice had spent a great deal of time talking about all sorts of things, from their interests in music and movies to their majors and so on. 

"I'm just going to come out and say it...I want to kiss you." John said. Alice blushed. "I've had a few relationships, and about half of them started out with us kissing right away, and the other half had us waiting a while before we started kissing. And I'm still not sure which is better...so I'm just going to let you decide. I'm not going to initiate it. I've always had to, guys get screwed with having to always initiate, and get shot down, so I'm gonna make you do this." 

"Thanks." Alice said, "Although you already told me you wanted to kiss me, so it's not like I can get shot down." 

"I guess that's true." 

Alice leaned across to John as they sat on her bed, and closed her eyes as their lips met. John suddenly pulled back. "Hey, I think you've mis-read the signs or something." John said, which made Alice panic for a second before she realized that he was fucking with her. "Got ya." 

"Fuck you." Alice said, grabbing John and pushing her lips against his. They started making out, and John ended up laying on top of her, as they kissed. He didn't feel her up, content with just kissing her. He hadn't even considered going any further, it just wasn't his style. 

"I really like you." John said to Alice. "We're dating now right." 

"Yeah I would say so." 

"Just checking, cause with some girls, it wouldn't necessarily be anything more than this, you know what I mean." 

"Yeah, that's fucked up, I don't get people like that, just out there trying to get sex." 

"I know, sex isn't that important...are you a virgin?" John asked. 

"Yeah." Alice said. "Are you?" 

"No, unfortunately. I wish I hadn't slept with either of them." 

"Ex-girlfriends?" 

"Yeah. It's amazing how a few months after you stop seeing them you cant remember why you would want to be with them. Like, seriously, I cant fucking believe I was with either of them." 

"I know what you mean." Alice said, her hand suddenly grabbing through John's pants crotch at his big cock. Alice whipped his cock out, and started to give him a handjob. John stopped her, and laid her back on the bed. He laid on top of her and kissed her passionately. He kissed down her neck and stopped at her breasts, which he played with for a moment, before continuing south to her awaiting pussy. He tugged her panties off and then went to town, licking her hot wet pussy. Once she came, John laid next to her, looking at her as she recovered from the powerful orgasm. "That was amazing." Alice said. She looked over at John with a certain longing, then she decided to give him a blowjob to return the favor. She sat up, and then saw his cock fully erect for the first time. He hadn't gotten excited in the brief time she was stroking it earlier, but now it was ready, and erect to the full length. "Holy shit." Alice muttered as she saw the huge cock. She got down between his knees, locking up at him, and she stroked his cock lightly, and licked the tip. She didn't get too into it, just licking and sucking on the head of his huge cock, and stroking him. John moaned as he came, shooting cum on her face and in her mouth. Alice spit the jizz out, and stroked his cock some more, getting her hand messy. She then crawled up and laid beside John, putting her head on his shoulder. He put his arm around her. 

*Present * 

John had trouble concentrating as he drove home. First he thought about the consequences if he was caught, and worry for his job, then worry for his marriage, but soon he found himself near home and thinking of Natalie, and fucking her again. He couldn't help but get excited. It was nearly ten o'clock when he pulled into the driveway. He walked in the front door, where he was greeted by their cat Fritz. "Alice?" He yelled in the old small house. She answered from the living room. John walked in and found her on the couch, a blanked draped over her, watching TV. 

"Hi honey," Alice said with a smile. John stood in the middle of the living room. Normal nights he would make small talk for a while and then try to negotiate her into some sex, which he was usually shot down for, and she would try to make him guilty for asking. John would then wait until they got into bed to try to get some, which also worked rarely. He stopped in his tracks this night, and refused to play that game. John walked to the couch where his wife was sitting, and leaned down to kiss her. She first welcomed it as a greeting kiss, but he kept kissing her passionately. Then he reached down and picked her up off the couch, and walked to the bedroom. "What are you doing?" Alice asked, irritated. John didn't answer, tossing her on the bed, and was quickly on top of her. Alice went along with it, kissing him back, as he stripped her clothes off. Alice was a short cute little woman, with small perky breasts, and short hair that was currently dyed a bright red color. John quickly got her naked, and went down on her, which got her moaning and shaking. As soon as she had come, John mounted his wife, climbing on top of her, and pushing his big cock deep inside her. He fucked her slowly, but picked up the pace. She moaned loudly, and came quite loudly as he gave her another orgasm. John rolled over on the bed, putting Alice on top of him. He tried to rock her hips with his hands, but she was pretty much done, and wasn't doing anything more. Sweating and breathing heavily, they laid there as the fucking came to a stop. 

"What's going on John?" Alice asked. 

"I just want to make love to you, and you aren't interested as usual." 

"John, how many times do we have to go through this, I'm just not that interested." 

"Can't you at least overcome your disinterest to get me off occasionally?" He asked. 

"What do you call this?" 

"Come on, you barely do anything, I do all the work." 

"It's not my fault that you're better at giving me an orgasm than I am at reciprocating." 

"No, it's not your fault, but you don't try very hard either." 

"Well once I've come twice, I'm not big on fucking you a whole lot more. You know, I just don't want that much sex." Alice said. John sighed. 

"It's frustrating. I need it more than you do, and you don't help me out." 

"I try, we do have sex don't we." 

"You won't go down on me, when I go down on you all the time." 

"Yeah but I don't like going down on you, and you like going down on me." 

"It's just...fuck." John said frustrated. 

"Sex just doesn't matter as much to me, I'm sorry." 

"Sex doesn't matter to you?" John asked. Alice was still on top of him, his cock still inside of her. 

"Not really." 

"I fucked my student tonight." John said. 

"What!?!" Alice said, pulling back from him. "What the fuck John!" 

"I'm sorry, she came on to me, and I'm not satisfied with our sex life, and for some reason, I just couldn't say no." Alice smacked John. "I thought sex didn't matter to you." John said coldly. 

"That's not what I fucking meant...And why the fuck did you tell me that." 

"I can't lie." John said quietly. Alice got off him, and laid down next to him. They both stared up at the dark ceiling. 

"Who was it?" 

"Natalie Resar." 

"How old is she?" 

"19." John said. 

"Is it because she is younger than me?" 

"For fucks sake." John said, rolling over to look at Alice. "I'm not leaving you, I'm not having an affair. It was just tonight, and it just happened. I didn't pick her, she picked me. I love you, you know that." 

"Why would you do it, what about your job?" 

"I know, I fucking know. It's just. She came onto me, and I was just shocked at first, and I wasn't going to do anything. I was about to just get out of the situation without making her feel bad or anything. And then she asked me about our sex life, and for some reason, I just let loose and told her everything." 

"Do you love her?" 

"No, I just fucked her that was it." John said. 

"Do you want to do it again?" Alice asked. John sat quietly for a moment. 

"Yeah." 

"You fucking bastard." Alice said. 

"Alice, for christs sake. How's this. You and I, are fucking great together. Just ignore sex, we are great together, almost perfect, we get each other right. I love you, you love me. But when it comes to sex, we just aren't on the same page, it's just not right. I want it a lot more than you do. When we have sex it's great, it's usually great, but it's not enough. So what if I have sex outside of us, nothing meaningful, just fucking, that's it, that fills the void in my sex life, and then I'll be happier, and we can be happier." 

"What's wrong with you." 

"God damnit Alice. I swear to you, I've never cheated on you before, I've never even seriously thought about another woman. I swear to god, I love you, and I wouldn't ever hurt you intentionally." 

"You're an atheist." Alice said with disdain, rolling over. 

*One Year Later* 

John wrote another book and it was picked up by a small publisher. The book was fiction, but based on his own life. John had written about Alice and Natalie among other things. The publisher liked his book, but asked that he 'flesh out' the sex scenes to make it racier. Then they had him do readings at several colleges. He was at a small college just a few miles from home, sitting in a small auditorium that was about a fourth full of students. John was reading an excerpt from the book. 




The Student



*-* "You're too fucking big," Alice shouted in anger, "Okay, your dick, it's too big, it fucking hurts everytime, I can't do anything with you, you split me in half you asshole, how would you like it if everytime we had sex you were sore for a week!" 

"Why didn't you say something before?" John asked calmly. 

"I tried, I tried to make you be gentle, but you just wouldn't fucking listen. It's not that I don't like sex, it's just that I don't like sex with you, you fucking animal." 

"Wait. Are you having an affair?" John asked, worriedly. 

"You mean you're allowed to fuck another woman, but I can't fuck another guy." 

"You weren't the one frustrated with not enough sex." 

"No, I was the one afraid of being split in half! And yes, I've been fucking around on you, and it opened my eyes." Alice said, slamming the front door, and leaving. John opened the door and walked out behind her. Alice walked out to a car that was sitting in their driveway, some guy he didn't recognize was behind the wheel. Alice got in the passenger seat and looked at John in a way that told him instantly that she was gone for good. 

A few days later, John had assigned the lit class to write a story, with the stipulation that it be as realistic as possible. He collected the typed papers at the beginning of class, and then lectured, paying attention to Natalie, and the apparent lack of panties, which he could see when she spread her legs just for him, giving him a knowing glance. He had the class take a quiz at the end of class, and everyone was quiet and writing. John flipped through the pile of papers, looking for Natalie's. He found it, and started to read it. It was about him he quickly realized. John hadn't seen Natalie outside of class. It had been a month since they had fucked that one night, and since then they had fucked after class once, but it was rushed, and they were nearly caught. John skipped ahead in the story. 'The man licked her wet sex, sending shivers down her body as he made her orgasm with his tongue. When they were finished they ordered room service, and once they finished eating, they fucked again, in a variety of positions, until they were both completely spent, lying in each other's arms. "John...I want you." "I want you too, Natalie, I want you so bad, I can't stop thinking about you." '. John became aroused and looked up from the paper at Natalie, who wasn't writing her quiz, but staring at him with a mischievous look on her sexy face. When the students finished their quizzes they put them on the desk and left. John and Natalie waited for everyone to finish, and then it was just them. Natalie sat back in her chair, putting her hand down between her legs, playing with herself, and staring at John. 

"Alice left me." John said quietly. Natalie stopped suddenly. 

"Oh my god, I'm sorry," She said very sympathetically. She walked over to John and stood beside him, putting her arm around him. "I'm so sorry...was it because of me?" 

"Kind of...actually she said that I'm too big, and that she was having an affair." 

"Too big? Girl doesn't have a fuckin clue." Natalie said. "I understand if you don't want to do anything tonight." 

"You want to see my house?" John asked. 

A little while later they were in John's bed, fucking wildly. Natalie was getting pounded doggystyle by John's huge cock, when the bedroom door opened and Alice walked in. The fucking couple stopped, caught, but Alice wasn't interested as she went right for the bathroom, grabbing a bunch of her stuff and throwing it in a bag, and then left as quickly as she entered. Natalie collapsed to the bed in hysterical laughter, thinking she had been caught. Natalie stopped laughing, looked up at John and said, "Now come over here and fucking cum in my mouth." John kneeled over her face as Natalie sucked his cock, flavored by her sweet pussy juice, until john came down her throat. Afterwards they showered together, and then slept together in what was until a few hours ago John and Alice's bed. 

*-* 

John continued reading from his novel, on to non sex scenes and things that were unrelated to his life, just fabrications, this part was real though. After he finished reading, the crowd clapped, he thanked them, and then he had to sit in the lobby and sell and autograph copies of the book. A few people bought, but it was fairly slow and only took about 15 minutes before the crowd had cleared out. Then a tall young woman came up to John, he recognized her from the crowd, a gorgeous brunette with large tits, probably 22 years old. "I loved your reading, so energetic and vivid." She said. 

"Well thanks." John said. 

"I was wondering, well I am pretty sure, but I just wanted to ask you...is it true?" the woman asked. 

"Is what true?" John asked. 

"Did your wife leave you because you're cock is huge?..." the woman asked, and John sat stunned, seeing the optimistic look on the woman's face. "My name is Julia by the way." 

"Actually it is true, some parts are made up, but that is actually true." 

"And what about Stacy, what happened with her." 

"Her real name is Natalie, and she moved in with me right after that semester ended." 

"Are you still with her?" Julia asked. 

"Yeah." 

"Are you staying in a hotel?" Julia asked. 

"Yeah, I'm in the marriot." John said, uneasy. 

"I'd really like you to fuck me in the ass." Julia said. 

John and Julia grabbed a taxi, and were quickly back at the hotel. Once inside, John went to the bathroom and left Julia, when he came out she was naked on the bed, and quickly rushed to him, yanking his pants down, and getting his cock out of his pants. She sucked him hard and fast and deep, taking a large portion of his huge cock down her throat. Once he was fully aroused, she got on all fours on the bed, her huge tits hanging down between her arms, and her amazing round ass waiting. "Fuck me in the ass." She said. 

"Do you have any lube?" John asked. 

"Just put it in me." Julia moaned. John got up on the bed, after removing his clothes, and got down behind her. He put his cock into her dripping wet pussy, pounded her a few times, then pulled out and put his huge cock against her tight little ass. He struggled to get it inside her, and once in a little bit he pushed slowly down in her. Julia moaned deeply and loudly. "Fuck me-e-e-e-e" She moaned, pumping her ass back at him. He tried going slowly but at her insistence he was soon completely fucking the hell out of her ass, pounding her hard. She came repeatedly from the pounding his huge cock gave her tight ass. She kept asking for it, and he kept giving it to her until he finally blasted a huge load of jizz into her butt. 

Spent, john sat back on the bed. Julia quickly jumped around and sucked his cock, getting every drop of sperm she possibly could. She sucked loudly, slurping his cock until it became totally aroused again, and she continued to suck him. "Fuck my tits" She said, laying back on the bed, her massive tits pressed together by her arms. John sat on her stomach, putting his huge cock between her tits, and he fucked her tits, something that he couldn't do with Natalie, as her tits weren't big enough. He came again, making a mess of her boobs. Quickly Julia got her clothes on and left, waddling out of the room. John would never hear from or see her again. And he didn't mind. This was the first time John had ever had sex with a fan, something that would happen quite a bit after this. 

*Two years later* 

John just returned from a book reading tour, he had been gone for three weeks, at colleges around the country. "Natalie!" John said, walking in the front door. He found her in bed already. "Hey baby." John said, sitting in bed next to her. Natalie, long straight blonde hair and c-cup breasts, always slept naked, and she was barely covered up now. 

"How many fans did you fuck on this trip?" Natalie asked happily. 

"Only three." John said, implying that the number was lower than expected. 

"Aww, that's it. I guess I'm just going to have to work a little harder tonight." Natalie said. John peeled off his clothes, and then pulled the covers back to reveal the naked body of his wife. He laid down between her legs and went to work giving her slow sweet head. He spent nearly half an hour eating her out, giving her several orgasms. Then he laid down, and she mounted him, fucking him hard. They collapsed together, exhausted. 

The next day was the last reading John was giving for this book, at the college in the town he lived in. He was reading from his latest book, which had come out a month ago. When he finished reading he did the selling/signing thing as always, and this was when he usually picked up a random girl, once the crowd cleared and one would approach him. It happened again. The girl was named Jenny, and she was a short red-headed girl with small tits. She was more talkative than most girls, overtly flirting. She asked John what he was doing now, and he said he was just going home, she sounded disappointed, but then he said, "You could come if you want, and you could ask me all the questions about my books that you want. 

It was in the day and Natalie was at work. John took Jenny into the bedroom and fucked her like he had fucked many fans before. They usually left right afterward, but Jenny laid in bed with him afterward. "So what's it like?" 

"What's what like?" John asked. 

"Being a successful writer?" Jenny said. 

"Oh, well, it's got its perks." John said, reaching over and grabbing Jenny's perky tit. She giggled. 

"You know, the money is pretty good, it's fun, and I get a lot of pussy." 

"Wait...I'm not just another girl you fucked and threw away am I?" Jenny asked. 

"What?" John asked. 

"I mean, I thought we had something going on." 

"Oh, you think...well Jenny, you seem like a nice girl, but I'm not interested in you like that." 

"Oh you just fuck me and then leave me. You're a fucking scumbag." 

"Wait, hold on." John said, grabbing her arm and keeping her in bed. 

"I didn't mean to hurt you or lead you on. I mean, at first, when I had fans come onto me, I didn't do anything, but then I realized that they really just wanted to fuck me and then leave. It's how it always goes, they always come onto me and then I fuck em and then they leave, they aren't ever interested in me." 

"So I'm just one more slut." 

"No, I'm not...look I just didn't think you were coming onto me like that, I thought you just wanted to fuck me and leave." 

"Well I don't." 

"I'm married you know." 

"You're the one that's always writing about loving more than one person at a time. You know, how their isn't such a thing as a soulmate and that if you are compatible with more than one person it's stupid to limit yourself, that the world can be so much better if people just stopped putting stupid labels on everything, and stopped being so jealous and possessive." 

"Hey, I know I wrote all that, but, that's just writing, that doesn't mean it'll actually work." 

Later that day, Natalie arrived home from work. She found John in the living room with Jenny. "Hey honey, Natalie Jenny, Jenny Natalie," He made the introduction of his wife and the fan he had just fucked. "I met Jenny at the reading today, she's a senior. Jenny and Natalie shook hands. "Jenny liked the part of Hillton Heights where you had a lesbian tryst. 

"Yeah, I'm a fan of that part myself." Natalie said, sitting next to John on the couch, Jenny was sitting next to him on the otherside. 

"Yeah, well, she came to me after the reading, and we came back and fucked, and then we talked for a while, and she really wanted to meet you." John said. 

"You come through in his writing so much, I just want to meet the person all this is based on." 

"I especially like the 'Holly' character of me, don't you?" Natalie said. 

"Yeah, she's great." 

"I'm going to go make some drinks, you guys want some?" John said, standing, taking the drink order he went into the kitchen. He returned a few minutes later to find Jenny and Natalie making out on the couch. 

The trio moved into the bedroom. The two girls, Natalie the tall blonde with medium breasts, Jenny the short redhead with small perky tits, were in a sixty nine on the bed, with Natalie on top. John got on the bed and fucked Natalie while the girls ate each other. The girls then rolled over, switching positions and John fucked Jenny. Once each girl had come several times, and they had to take a break from all the pussy eating, they pushed john down and tag-team sucked him off, giving him a blowjob and making out at the same time. John blew a huge load on both of their faces, which they used as an excuse to lick each other some more. The girls jumped into licking some more. John got out a vibrator and played with both girls, switching off as they ate each other. Once his huge cock was ready for more, he fucked each girl again, switching off. Jenny came as John pounded her pussy with his huge cock again, and then her pussy milked John into another orgasm, and the whole group collapsed into a sweaty pile on the bed. 

*One Year Later* 

John was asleep, and woke up to Jenny licking his huge cock to life. He played with her redhair as she sucked and slurped on his long thick pulsing cock. She sucked him and then whipped herself around into a sixtynine on top of him. John ate her out fast and hard, licking all up down and inside of her hot wet pussy, giving her an orgasm, as she sucked him. Then John picked her up, and rolled them over, climbing up on top of her, he put his wet cock against her dripping pussy lips and pushed himself deep inside of her. Eyes closed, Jenny came almost instantly as the whole thick long cock was inside of her. John fucked her slowly, working up faster and faster, giving Jenny a series of powerful orgasms, until John came deep inside of her. John laid down on top of her, their sweaty bodies mashed together. "I love you," Jenny whispered between deep breaths. 

"I love you too." John said to Jenny. 

"You think I'll get pregnant this time?" Jenny asked optimistically. 

"I hope." John said. They laid together for a while, enjoying the warmth and closeness of each other. John eventually got up, and walked naked into the living room. Natalie was sitting on the couch, watching television. 

"That was pretty loud screaming, do I need to make sure you didn't split her in half?" Natalie asked, 8 months pregnant. John sat on the couch next to her, planted a kiss on her lips. 

"Yummy." Natalie said, tasting Jenny's pussy. Natalie reached over and jerked John's cock a few times. "You can still fuck my ass." Natalie said, referring to the late stage of her pregnancy. 

"I was planning on it...right after I do this." John said, leaning into her lap, and tugging her sweat pants down, diving right into her pussy, and licking, sucking her clit. 



The Student



"Oh my god buddy, wait until you see this gal. She's got a body to die for." My buddy Ray was doing the speaking, repeating what he'd said for all three strippers that had performed so far. It's what he always said about girls if they were even half way pretty at all. If they weren't very pretty, but had a killer body they were "hot," and if they weren't pretty and had a lousy body, he called them a "skanky bitch." I believe in a certain amount of respect for my fellow human beings and calling someone a "skanky bitch" isn't in my repertoire. The first three girls had been ok as far as I was concerned, but he thought they were "to die for." The other guys had all gone up to the stage and spread a few dollars, so far I'd just been nursing my overpriced beer. The things guys do at bachelor parties.

~

June is the month for starting new things. For youngsters it's the start of summer; no teacher, no homework, no rules, no parents. For teens, it's pretty much the same, but it's also the three month period where most teen pregnancies are consummated. For the college age crowd, it's the time for the first jobs, summer internships, geology field trips, "studying" abroad and the like. Of course as my good friend Ray used to tell me when we were in college, it is almost always mispronounced as two words; it should not be "Study Abroad" but rather as three words, "Study A Broad." His explanation certainly made a lot of sense, as I can guarantee that the several young ladies that I met on that short - but eventful - summer trip and I did quite a bit of, um... studying together. Suffice it to say I seldom slept alone, and when I didn't -- we didn't get much sleep.

Of course June is also the month where the most weddings occur. High Schools and Universities have graduated; new jobs in new cities are starting, it is a natural time for couples to tie the knot and create lives together. And of course, weddings usually involve a silly ritual: the party. Bachelor and Bachelorette parties, the "last fling," the night on the town with their boyfriends and girlfriends, usually including a trip to strip clubs, Chippendale's, and/or the local whorehouse. Tomorrow they'll take the oath to not fornicate with others, but that's tomorrow. Tonight -- well, let's worry about tomorrow, tomorrow. 

For University Professors like me, June is the start of a well-earned vacation. I hadn't been a professor for long, actually having started in the business world where I really enjoyed what I was doing until I got "downsized." Years after I'd walked out of college with a Bachelor's Degree, I returned with 10 years of real world job experience, a newly received PhD, and freshly drawn up divorce papers. What can I say except that my June bride found she liked sucking her bosses cock more than mine. Not an uncommon problem for couples that work different shifts -- she was actually spending more of her day with him than she was with me for quite some time. She was working nights, I was working days -- and even on our off days, she was sleeping when I was awake and vice versa. I wasn't there to see that she wasn't sleeping alone; or that much of the time she wasn't even sleeping at home. 

Three years later, here I was a 36 year old divorced professor at a Bachelor Party for Ray's and my mutual friend Jimmy. Ray was one of those guys that everyone knows, the "bad boy" with no filters that would do anything sexual. He knew all the contacts, made all the arrangements, and here we were in a strip bar, our second stop of the night, before we were to head back to the hotel where he'd arranged a suite for us to stay, get totally drunk, totally wasted and party one last time with Jimmy - the single man. Unknown to me at the time, there was also to be a girl who was going to not only give Jimmy a not-so -private lap dance, but was going to strip him naked, tie him to a chair, and fuck him with the other 8 of us watching -- Jimmy's last "official" bit of strange pussy before he got married the following day.

~

"I swear to God, Rick. Here's some singles, get your ass up to the stage. You're going to fucking love this broad." I found myself standing and pushed by Ray, so I grabbed my beer and moved to one of the seats going along with the flow. All the guys at one time or another had already been up, spreading their dollars so the girls would slide up and shake their naked bodies as close to their lustful eyes as possible. I'd watched the games, seen how they'd push their titties together and use them to grab the proffered bills. The guys would fold the bills so they were hard to grab and hold them between their lips, guaranteeing they'd get their faces stroked with the girl's bare breasts. Or, the girls would lift the edge of their g-strings to allow the guys to slide a bill underneath, practically getting fondled, but always not quite -- at least in the main room. There were always the "private lap dances" in the back where, for a premium, your favorite dancer would shake her booty in your face for a much higher fee than a few bucks. In some places the girls will even let you touch them (to some extent) but that's not supposed to be the case in our area. 

"Ladies and Gentlemen, put your hands together for Summer, and coming up next is Brook!" I watched Summer walking around the stage, now naked, stooping and squatting in front of each guy, collecting the remaining money and giving them one last chance to see her naked, shaved bare, pussy. Of course she was saying "thank you" at the same time, making sure the guys got every bit of their money's worth. 

Except for seeing movement out of the corner of my eye, I didn't at first pay attention to the new dancer, Brook, as she came on stage; I was busy watching the naked Summer in front of me. When I did look up, I'm sure my mouth fell open. Brook may have been her stage name, but according to my grade book, her name was Linda Simpson. 

~

It's hard to be around a group of people for any period of time without having a favorite. There are co-workers you like, and those you don't. Those you do things with outside of normal working hours, and those you don't; those that become true friends, and stay friends even after you've changed employers, and those who don't. There are acquaintances that you went to school together with, studied with, drank beer with and chased girls with; some became friends, others remained just acquaintances and you've never seen them again. It's true for students and professors alike, both in co-worker and in student/teacher relationships. Sometimes students are just a warm body that fleetingly passes through your life, sometimes they become friends and lifelong acquaintances. 

I happen to find that most students like me. Not all; there are always those you don't see eye to eye with, but for the most part I get along with everyone. It's gratifying to have a student come up at the end of the year and ask what classes you're teaching next semester so they can sign up for your class. And when they're as pretty as Linda Simpson -- well, it wasn't hard to like her back.

All I knew about Linda that first semester was that she was a hard worker; she was driven to make more of herself than what she'd come from. I knew she was a single mother, I'd never asked about that, but she'd volunteered on one of her many phone calls as to why she wouldn't be able to be to class and could she please get the homework assignment ahead of time? I also knew she worked nights, she'd mentioned she had to shift her schedule to take the class. 

Right from the beginning Linda was definitely one of my favorites. Willing to take a stab at answering any question at any time, she obviously was making an effort to learn, which always makes a student a favorite of the professor. It didn't hurt at all that she was absolutely gorgeous, even without makeup. One of those natural beauties, she had a brown complexion without doing the tanning routine, gorgeous green eyes, and long silky black hair. Her hair was always immaculate, and although she never seemed to wear anything except a lip gloss in class, her lips were the perfect contrast to her skin color. Unlike many of the girls, she never dressed to advertise; she always wore jeans that couldn't hide the fact that she had long legs and a fine ass, and virtually always wore a baggy sweatshirt that almost, but not quite, hid the fact that she had a killer figure beneath. I never heard about her dating; never saw her hanging with other students once classes were over, never saw her around campus. All I knew was that she was totally committed to her daughter and had a bit of a hard edge about her that was never explained. 

Only one time did I ever see Linda without the sweatshirt; a heat wave and broken air conditioner mandated opening of the doors for ventilation -- and on that day she took off her sweatshirt. For the first time I realized that Linda wasn't just beautiful but also had a killer body. A simple white blouse encased ample breasts, the slight sway as she'd moved letting me know they were all natural. Her bottom, normally half covered by the sweatshirt, was perfectly proportioned. When she'd stood up at the end of class to put her omnipresent sweatshirt back on she'd faced the wall, but every male eye in the class had observed her as she did. Linda was without a doubt, stunning.

But despite all the obvious effort, all the calls letting me know why she couldn't be there, asking what she could do ahead of time, she hadn't done quite enough, at least not for her. Teaching Math isn't quite as subjective as other courses may be. It's easy to be pretty objective: either you worked the problem and got the right answer, or you didn't. 

I'm not a hard ass when it comes to arithmetic errors; I really believe that at the lower levels of Mathematics what we are teaching is tools for use later. We're teaching how to manipulate numbers to get an answer that does something for us or allows us to do something else. But, if you add one plus one and get three, it's pretty cut and dried; the person didn't add correctly. Despite having made an attempt, it wasn't done right and I can't give full credit for wrong answers. By keeping the problems simple, checking for the understanding of concepts and usage of the principles rather than arithmetic mistakes, it's possible for a student to make a few simple arithmetic errors and still get a good grade. But if they're continually adding one plus one and getting three, the cumulative loss of a few points will add up -- and over time their final grade will show it. 

I'd informed the entire class beforehand what the grading system would be. 90% for an A, 80% for a B, etc., and what the values were for tests, final exams, pop quizzes and the random homework I collected. I told everyone I don't grade on a curve, it doesn't matter how you do in comparison to everyone else in the class -- it only matters about whether you can, or cannot, do the work. But as an incentive, I told everyone up front that I would calculate their grade-to-date the last week before the final exam and that anyone that had 90% or better would be excused from having to take the final exam -- and get an automatic A. There was therefore big incentive to do the work one quiz and one homework at a time, to not count on just the tests for a good grade. I also pointed out that although the majority of the class was based on the tests, the quizzes and homework were not insignificant; if they didn't get them turned in, they could easily make the difference between a higher grade and a lower one -- which is exactly what happened to Linda. 

Her grade calculated out to a B. Most would not normally consider that a bad grade, unless you happen to be one of those people that have really made an effort to get all top grades. Linda hung back after class that day; I could tell she was practically in tears. She said she was shocked; she hadn't realized she'd missed so many of the minor available points, and asked if she got a perfect paper on the final exam, what she'd receive. I made the calculation; even with a perfect exam she could only receive 89% - a B, just a few points short of the needed 90% for the A. The following class she again hung back until everyone else had left and asked to speak to me.

"Even if I get a perfect exam I can't get an A? Is there anything at all I can do to get an A?" she'd started as she handed me a copy of her University transcripts. "I obviously know the material; it's just with my daughter, and being a single mom...," her voice trailed off before she continued. "Sometimes it's just so hard. Is there any extra credit, anything that I can make up at all?" She paused slightly before she finished, "I'll do whatever it takes." 

I'd been looking through her transcript as she talked; a transcript unlike any I'd ever seen. Semester after semester, heavy work load after heavy work load, and nothing but A's. Hard classes, easy classes, consecutive class -- she'd gone through three years with nothing but accolades from professors. "Hard Worker!" "Outstanding Work!" "My Top Achiever!" were the notes on the records when I later verified them myself. And now, here I was - the hard ass about to give a girl, a young woman actually, a "failing" grade for a few measly points missed. 

I glanced back up at Linda, her words just now coming to mind:I'll do whatever it takes. 

I'd heard the tales about an unmentioned professor in another department that was known to never fail the pretty girls, even those that were dumb as a box of rocks. The dirt was that a failing grade would disappear for a blow job; an average grade would become an A for a night with him and his wife who had a penchant for young co-eds herself, and that semester after semester young girls that were on academic probation would take his classes and suddenly find themselves with some better grades. 

I had never considered such things myself; it had been years since I'd chased tail just to get laid. I'd been married, I'd been off the market for years, but that wasn't the case any longer. Although I was currently single and had dated a few times, sleeping with my students for grade inflation wasn't in my moral fiber. 

"No promises," I said, "but let me take a look. If you get a perfect final exam I'll certainly have a reason to take extenuating circumstances into account." There wasn't anything at that point that I could promise.

I took a look at Linda's class records; it was true what she had told me. Every quiz had a perfect score; either a zero when she didn't take it or full credit when she did. She'd missed a few homework assignments, a few quizzes, but had perfect scores on everything that she'd turned in. She even had perfect scores on three tests, but had made one major error on one of the exams, totally misunderstanding a multi-part problem which had caused her to barely miss getting an A. That one painful error combined with the missing quizzes and homework assignments were enough; if she got a perfect final exam she'd end up after an entire semester, just 7 points out of 1000 below an A. 

She pulled off the perfect final exam, which wasn't all that hard to do; any of the others couId have done it if they'd put in the effort that she did. I couldn't bring myself to not give this young woman who had truly put so much effort into doing everything right, an A. I did what I said I'd never do and adjusted the scores -- just because it was the right thing to do. Since she had the high score of those that had been required to take the final exam, I adjusted her overall class score to exactly 90%, and gave the rest of the class the same percentage adjustment. It made a difference to just four students; that slight adjustment brought her up to an A, one other to a B, and two D's suddenly became passing C's. I wasn't sure it was the right thing for the D's -- they really didn't know the material - but if it was fair for Linda, it had to be fair for the others also.

Linda called me the day she received the report card. I recognized her number from all the previous calls I'd received. There was no response after I answered, but after I'd said "Hello, Linda?" a second time she'd said with a quiver in her voice, "I just wanted to say thank you."

"It's not a problem, Linda. You earned it, and I know there are some extenuating circumstances. I couldn't just give you credit without giving everyone the same, so I graded on a curve, made your grade the A line, and adjusted everyone else accordingly. It made a difference for a couple of people." I didn't have to explain, but after saying at the start of the year that I wouldn't, I felt I needed to.

She was silent for a moment. "Dr. B," she started, using the diminutive for the alphabet soup that my parents had bequeathed to me as a last name, "I pay my debts, whatever it takes."

I heard her words and again had absolutely no doubt at all as to what she was offering. This beautiful young woman, probably 14 years my junior was undoubtedly offering me sexual favors in payment for a supposed debt. I admit it, I found her highly attractive. I admit it, if there was any one student that I'd ever fantasized about it was her -- but I also have to hold my head up and look in the mirror every morning.

"Linda, there is no debt. You owe me nothing. I have no doubt that you'll continue to get good grades, and someday I'll be happy to write you a letter of recommendation for anything you ever need." 

"Thank You, Mr. B." We talked for a few moments; she told me how her daughter was doing, how she'd been filling out applications for medical school and ended up by telling me she hoped to see me the following semester, she'd already checked to see what class I'd be teaching. 

~

That had been 6 weeks earlier. Now here I was sitting on a stool of a strip bar 60 miles from the University. The girl that had offered herself to me was standing on stage, about to take her clothes off and show me and a room full of other lust filled males the body that she'd hidden so well all those days in class. It was the same well-formed body that had just once been shown to me without a baggy sweatshirt covering it, but had stretched my imagination time and again since then. 

With what she already had exposed, there was no doubt from anyone watching that it was a well formed body. The stretchy boy shorts covered her rounded bottom, and the legs that had always been hidden behind jeans, well worn -- not designer, were now bare clear down to the high heels that are de rigueur for the girls on stage. The matching stretch bra that encased her perfectly ample breasts was semi-hidden beneath a see-through chemise.

Her face that around me had previously always been make-up free was definitely no longer unadorned. The amount of makeup was not the overdone painting of the normal stripper; it was just enough to change a plainly beautiful face into one of amazingly exotic beauty. There was no doubt in my mind as to why Ray had raved about this young lady; even with her clothes on (what little there was of that), she was, in a room of pretty women, the most beautiful woman in the room.

Linda didn't recognize me immediately; I was just one of the boys at the bar, but I knew exactly when she did. Her dance routine, which like all the dances included gradually removing what little she had on until she was naked, had a short stutter at one point. She'd just made a spin around the dance floor from brass pole to brass pole, until she'd spun by my position. Suddenly a bend in place, a gyration that turned her back and she looked directly at me. It was not just the glances and smiles that she did for every patron, but the look of recognition, the flash of "Oh Shit" on her face - Linda's face - that said it all. Just that one flash and her face went back to that of "Brook, the Dancer" and for the rest of the routine there was no other sign that she knew who I was. She had her game face on -- and she performed well.




The Student



She was definitely a favorite; every seat at the ring side was filled, dollars were laid out and she collected them all. She used her breasts as every other girl did, pushing them together and encouraging the boys to hold the bills in their mouth for her. I was at the bar -- it would have looked funny if I'd not participated in the sharing of the wealth, so I did. When she leaned in to pick up the dollar that I was holding in my hand, elbow on the dance floor, I said, "Hello Linda", just loud enough for her to hear -- if she was listening. I'd say it was a whisper, but that would be a lie. With the volume of the music and the hollering and hooting of the guys around us, it was at best a stage whisper, and in reality was really much louder than that. Her stage face disappeared momentarily then reappeared, and she moved on. 

"Isn't she just dynamite?" Ray yelled into my ear as she moved on. "My god I'd bone that chick in a heartbeat."

"Yep, pretty damn hot," I agreed standing and beginning to move back to our table. 

I tilted the bottle of beer up to my mouth when he continued, "Yeah -- wouldn't you like to have a few co-eds like that in your classes?" 

I choked. I managed to make it appear that it was on the beer; I couldn't let Ray know how close to the truth he really was. 

"Brook" came out front a few moments later, gradually walking around the room, moving toward our table. I had no doubt that she knew where I was, I also had no doubt that she was gradually working her way to us -- to me. I could see her being propositioned by lots of guys asking her for a private lap dance; at best she put them on hold, as she continued moving around the room saying "Thank You" to those who'd just parted with their money for a close up look at her naked body. I knew when she was at the table behind us; I'd purposely not looked at her as she spoke to them. I also knew exactly who it was when I felt her hands on my shoulders. I reached up to my left shoulder with my right hand, putting mine on hers. Her head dipped down to my ear, "Please, Dr. B, I'm Brook here," she whispered, and then purred just a little louder so that everyone could hear, "Would you be interested in a private dance?"

"Hell yes, you're the only girl he's spent money on all night!" Ray hollered needlessly loud in response, not giving me a chance to answer. I just squeezed her hand and nodded with a bob of my head. Finding that one of my star pupils, and the star of my most far out dream fantasies, was actually a stripper and volunteering to take her clothes off so that I could ogle her was a bit disconcerting, but I wasn't about to let it be known to my fellow partiers that this woman was actually someone that I knew. 

"Ok, just let me finish the room and I'll be back." 

"Ricky Boy, you are absolutely gonna love  this broad. She's got tits and an ass to die for. She's pretty strict about the rules, but my god what a body. I'll bet I've dropped a grand on dances with her and every penny was well spent." Hearing my long time buddy extoll the virtues of Linda, or rather in this environment, Brook, certainly didn't do anything toward easing the torment and questions in my mind. Had she played me? Had I done the right thing in adjusting her grade? Why the difference in dress, so shy and non-demonstrative in her school dress, here she wore practically nothing most of the time and regularly wore absolutely nothing but her heels while she paraded within inches of her customers faces. Our County officially has "no-touching" rules; I presumed that was what Ray had meant about being strict on the rules, but still -- my mental image of an angel had sprouted some horns to say the least. 

I picked up my beer and downed the last half of it, which drew comments from the other guys. "It was getting warm," I explained, catching the eye of the bar girl who was only a couple of tables away. She started moving my way. "Anybody else for a cold one?" I asked, looking around the table. Not unexpectedly they all were and I bought a round for everyone. Our new beers returned, and almost simultaneously, Brook.

Taking me by one hand, my brand new cold beer in the other, she led me toward the veiled doorway on the far side of the room. A hallway with multiple cubicles semi-hidden through transparent curtains was beyond. The curtains hid nothing from up close, anyone walking by would be able to see in, but they would have to specifically look. From a distance, all one could see was shapes through the veil. Some rooms were empty; there were dancers and guys in several others. I wasn't intending to peep, but as Linda led me down the hall to the last cubicle I saw one girl wearing just her panties leaning over, her hands on a guy's shoulders, swinging her breasts across his face, his hands in his lap. In another the girl was totally nude, standing on the couch straddling her customer, her hands against the wall, her pussy inches from his face. His hands were on her bare bottom, if there was a no touching rule -- he certainly wasn't obeying it.

Entering the room, Brook pulled the veil behind us. I didn't sit, but rather turned to face Linda. "I'm so sorry, Dr. B," she said. I realized that this was Linda the student talking, not Brook the stripper. 

I took her hand, pulled her over to the couch, sitting and pulling her down beside me. "Sorry for what? That I've found out where you work?"

She nodded, "That you had to find out like this."

"I'm not sure how else I would have found out. It would have been either like this or from students or others talking about how they'd seen you here, I guess. I suppose this explains the school look?" I queried, "The constant oversized sweatshirt; the studious co-ed that never dates, never hangs around school?" Her nod confirmed my assumption.

"Did you tell them?" she asked. Something in the tone of her voice said that for some reason it was a really important question. 

"Tell who?" I asked in return, not at first understanding, and then it dawned on me -- had I told my fellow partiers that I knew that Brook was really Linda.  "No. They don't know that I know the real you." I was about to end it there, when I realized the probable importance of it. "Your secret's safe, I'm not going to go back and start bragging about meeting a student in a strip bar." The sudden relaxation of the strain in her face that I hadn't even realized was there, confirmed that I'd hit the nail on the head. "No one's ever found out before?" I questioned. 

Her head shook no. "There have been guys two or three times that I've seen around school, but nobody outright recognized me like you did. When I see guys that might know me, I always just make sure I work the opposite side of the room from them, just don't let them get close. I can't ignore them on stage, but I've never had anyone indicate in my private life that they thought I was "Brook". I thought it interesting that she spoke of her working name as another person.

"You don't want people to know you're a stripper?" I questioned, knowing full well the stigma that our society puts on strippers. Any woman that displays her body, performs sexual services without the safety of a wedding certificate, is looked down on. That movie starlets do the same thing regularly where everyone can see for all eternity, and maybe make millions at the same time, is acceptable. Let's face it - it's a well-known fact that many of the simulated sex scenes on the big screen aren't so simulated. But, let a lesser known individual do the same thing on stage in a room full of randy guys, or individually in private booths in the back, and they're considered the dregs of society. "If you do this long enough, you're bound to eventually meet someone else that recognizes you," I offered.

"I'm not going to do this forever. I'm going to be a doctor. I'm going to graduate Magna Cum Laude, hopefully with straight A's, and I'm going to go to Johns-Hopkins."

That was the girl that I knew from school, the determined, hard-working individual. There was no "I want to be," no hedging about "if everything goes my way," this was de-facto. The instant she said that, I had no doubt that I had not misjudged, that I'd done the right thing in sliding the grade scale for her benefit. 

"I haven't done everything right in my life, but every mistake comes with its own benefits," she slowly began explaining herself. "I thought I was in love, but when I got pregnant -- my boyfriend not only dumped me, but left town. It wasn't that I was just stupid, but like they say, birth control is 99% effective. I guess I'm just part of the 1 percent. I was devastated when I first found out; I had plans, and medical school didn't include having a baby. But my boyfriend seemed supportive, and I thought we were going to get married, and then one day I came home and he'd left. He left me a note that said, 'I'm sorry Linda, I just can't do this,' and that was it. I've never heard from him again. I think he may have had contact with a few of his old friends, but nobody ever says anything."

"Guys can be bastards," I offered, suddenly realizing I was still holding her hand. I looked down at it as I squeezed it. Sympathy? No, more just understanding.

"Not all," she said. I looked back up at her face; she was looking right into my eyes. "Sometimes when you least expect it, you'll find a really decent human being." 

"Were you a stripper when you were with him?"

"Oh no, that was later. I was working as a receptionist for a contractor making minimum wage and trying to go to school. Then when my little girl was born... I just couldn't make ends meet. I couldn't go to school and feed my daughter and put a roof over her head. When a girlfriend told me how much she was making...." Her voice just drifted off.

"You did what you had to do," I finished for her. She just looked at me.

"Dr. B, I um, I really don't want this to get out."

"I'm not going to tell anyone Linda."

"Shh. It's Brook," she whispered. She glanced over her shoulder at the empty hall. "I don't like my real name used, somebody might hear."

"Brook," I repeated. "I'll try to remember."

"Mr. B?" she paused, I looked at her in response. "This is kind of awkward, but um, I have to share the take with the house."

It took me a second to realize what she was saying. "Oh yeah, of course." I responded when I caught on to what she was saying. "What will I owe you?"

"It depends on what you want. Lap Dances are 3 for $60 dollars, or half an hour for a hundred fifty."

"How much does the house get?"

"Twenty percent." I didn't think that sounded excessive until I realized that there had to be a dozen girls working. No wonder strip bars make money.

"How about I pay for half an hour and you just sit and tell me about you and your daughter?" 

She laughed, a quiet laugh designed not to carry too far. "You aren't one of those kinky guys that wants me to get naked and then is interested in my daughter are you?"

"Heavens no." I answered, shaking my head. "I was suggesting that you keep your clothes on and we just sit and talk." 

She looked at me impishly. "What's the matter, you don't want to see me naked?" For once, I didn't have a come-back. Hell yes, I wanted to see her naked. Actually, I'll admit, she'd been a masturbation fantasy girl more than a few times. Truthfully, just about my only fantasy girl, ever since the day she'd pulled her sweatshirt off revealing the luscious body she normally kept from view in class.

"Lin..." I caught myself. "Brook, of all the women that have been through my classes, I'll admit, I've never been attracted to anyone as much as you."

She began to rise out of the seat. "And I thought it was only the other way." Sliding her hand up my arm, pivoting her body around to in front of me, she began moving to the music. A shadow appeared through the curtains, moving into sight momentarily then disappearing. I glanced up at the male figure. "Got to keep up the pretenses," she whispered seductively in my ear, having bent her head down next to mine.

"What's that?" I asked, absently rubbing my hands on her arms, not even thinking about whether it was allowed or not.

"House rules. He'll be back after three songs; we won't be disturbed before then. They want to be able to say they were checking on us and saw that nothing was happening that wasn't supposed to be. We're not allowed to do certain thing and we're supposed to be dancing when they see us, but three songs is a long time when you want to do something else." It didn't take a genius to figure out what something else might be.

"Some of the other girls do, um, other things?" Pushing my shoulder, I found myself sitting back, and she slid back into the seat beside me. 

"Some do. Some will do anything for a price." 

"But you don't?" From what Ray had said earlier, I thought not. Truthfully I was hoping not.

"I'm a dancer, not a whore."

"I don't think you are a whore." It was awkward for a moment. "So what other rules are there for dancers?"

She'd turned sideways facing me, one leg tucked underneath. I was still holding her hand. "When we dance on stage, we're supposed to get topless on the first dance, naked by the end of the second dance, and do the third one totally nude." That had been pretty obvious; all the dancers had done the same routine. "When we're done, we're not supposed to be nude in the main room unless we're dancing, so to get around the rule they want us to pick up our clothes, and carry them with us and get dressed again in the dressing room. That way we can legally walk naked through the bar." I'd noticed that also; except that some of the girls as they wandered to the dressing room had stopped to flirt with some of the patrons while still naked. Linda had gone directly to the dressing room and then come back and worked the room dressed. "And it's the same when we're in the private area; we're supposed to walk naked with the client back to the main room and continue to the dressing room so everyone else can see we were naked back here. Management thinks it's good advertising."

All it took was a question about her daughter, and her face lit up. She told me about how her daughter wasn't just the love of her life, she was her life. She told me how she had a baby sitter that would take her almost anytime, but she had to pay quite well for that privilege also. It made sense, having a babysitter that would allow pickups at 3 am when she got home from work had to be tough on everyone. But she trusted her, which for any parent is important. She told me about how tough it was going to school, trying to make enough to live in a piece of shit apartment, pay for babysitting and food, and be able to make enough to save for medical school. She explained that although there were bars closer to school she didn't want her work to interfere with her university work, so she put up with the long drive. "I have to put up with drunken slobs hitting on me every night, but by the time I graduate next year, I'll have enough saved to pay my way through medical school and not have to dance anymore." I thought about that for a moment, before I asked the next question.

"You didn't want to try student loans?" 

"I did." She nodded, released my hand and stood up again. "But I would have graduated with enough debt that I wouldn't have been able to pay it off for at least 20 years. I've worked the minimum wage jobs, I know what it's like to have bills greater than your income. This way, I graduate and start a career without an anchor over my head." Her hands wandered her body, it was almost magic the way her top disappeared and suddenly her breasts, proud and beautiful, were unashamedly on display in front of me. Sliding into my lap, sinuously turning sideways, her arm sliding behind my head, I suddenly caught sight of a shadow in the hallway again. 

"How'd you know he was coming?" I asked.

"You just hear it after a while. It's all a routine; after a while you don't even hear the songs -- it's just a count. One, Two, and as the song comes to an end you know he's coming." I don't think I heard a word she said, I was busy admiring her beautiful body.

"My god, you're beautiful Lin... Brook," I again corrected myself.

"You're not so bad looking yourself, Mr. B." she answered.

"You have to say that, I'm the client."

"No I don't. It's true. I've always thought that for a teacher you were pretty hot." 

Hmm. "For a teacher," I repeated, needling just a little, slightly offended. For a teacher -- I wasn't that much older than her, was I? 

"You know what I mean," she giggled. "I think you're the hottest teacher on campus." I absently reached out and stroked her arm, not even thinking about the no touching rule. She didn't stop me. 

"You're not so bad yourself. Despite your damn sweatshirt, you're one of the prettiest girls on campus." I suddenly realized that my free hand was no longer stroking her arm, I was stroking her side. My hand had of its own volition slid down her side and onto her panty clad ass. With a start I pulled it away.

"It's ok, I didn't mind," Linda said.

"I, um, I was told that you were pretty strict about the rules."

"I am, but with you I didn't mind." I heard the song change in the background; Brook stood, casually slid her hand to her panties and slid them off. "Was it that guy you're with that told you?"

"Ray?" I questioned. "Yeah -- he said you're pretty strict."

"He's a regular, he's made quite a contribution to my Medical School Education, but I won't miss him. He's all hands."

"That's Ray," I laughed in response. 

Brook actually did her dance routine for me with that last dance. Now totally naked, she did her best to entice me with her body. She twisted and gyrated, rubbed against me, and as the music came to an end, she ended once again sitting in my lap, her legs across me. I reached out to touch her arm, my hand sliding off it to her naked hip. 

"You're a gorgeous woman, Brook." She thanked me and said we'd been half an hour and asked if I wanted to stay longer; I told her that we'd better go or the other guys might think something, but that I'd really enjoyed it. She walked me out to the door, said thank you to me once again before turning left and walking naked toward the dressing room.

"Is she hot, or what?" Ray grinned lasciviously when I pulled myself up to the table. "Gees, I thought you were never going to come back. Did you get your hand slapped?" I laughed it off, realized my beer had gone back to the private room with me and had stayed, never touched. I ordered another. "Is she coming back? I want to go back with her."

Somehow that pissed me off.

As it turned out, Jimmy was already three sheets to the wind. We'd been plying him with hard alcohol for several hours, and the others decided it was about time to move on. Ray thought it was a little early, the stripper wasn't supposed to be to the hotel room until 1 am, but it seemed to be a unanimous decision. One of the other guys was in the private area, when he returned and my beer was almost gone we got up to leave. 

Brook happened to be near the entrance as we left, she stepped over to us and said thanks for coming. Ray flirted with her, and she flirted back, but I felt her hand on my arm, sliding down, hooking my pinky finger. Looking at the guys she said "Thanks again" and squeezed my finger as she did. Nobody saw, but I felt it.

~

Most of us were pretty drunk by the time the girl showed up. Ray had bought a continuous porno package which he had on the rooms Big Screen TV. Gorgeous gals with impossibly perfect tits performed every sex act imaginable on each other and cocks that were just on stage as props. Every once in a while a movie would end and somebody would select another. The bar was fully stocked, and we were all hitting it pretty hard. 




The Student



The girl that showed up was pretty, but all I could think about was comparing her to Linda, and there was no comparison. Unlike Linda, there was no doubt that she was a whore; she fucked Jimmy in front of all of us. She started by tying his hands to the chair, supposedly so he couldn't touch her, but it turned out that it was just part of the act. She wasn't bashful about anything, sticking her nipples in his mouth, going down on him and then mounting him right there in the chair. She did him cowgirl, then pivoted around and did him reverse cowgirl; in both positions we were all in a position to see his cock disappear in her pussy. She fucked him until he came, and then standing on the chair facing us, she bent over and leaned back, putting her pussy and ass right in his face, forcing Jimmy to lick her cum filled pussy. Later after a short break she untied him and laid him on his back where she got him into a 69 and then fucked him again after she got him hard. 

Ray had apparently paid for 2 hours with her, when the time was up she said she was leaving and Ray went over and talked to her. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I heard "Everybody?" and then Ray turned and hollered to the room, "Ok guys, she'll suck any cock for a hundred bucks before she leaves." Ray took her arm and headed to the bedroom, I vaguely remembered him coming out and one of the other guys going in before I passed out. 

We got Jimmy to his wedding on time, which was all that counted. Whether he ever told his wife about his last night as a single man I have no idea -- some things are better left unsaid. The wedding was great; I danced and flirted with a few single women, but didn't hook up with anyone. Thoughts of Linda kept popping into my mind. With the hour long drive, by the time I got home and got to bed it was well after midnight and I was exhausted.

It was about 11 o'clock the next morning when the phone rang. I was still in bed -- catching up from lost sleep and too much drinking from the last two days. I'd woken horny and had jacked myself off, a Kleenex on the bedside table now smelling of my semen. I didn't even look at the caller ID -- just answered.

"Dr. B?" I immediately recognized Linda's voice on the phone.

"Lin... uh, Brook?" I said, immediately catching and trying to correct myself. 

"No, Dr. B, you had it right," she giggled. "This is Linda. Brook only exists at night, she doesn't go to college, and she'll never call this number." There was a lot of important information in those few words; I'd need to think about exactly what they meant. 

"Good Morning, Linda. What's up?" I realized in my mind I'd never again be able to see Linda, the sweat-shirted co-ed on the right, two seats back from the front. Never again would I be able to look at Linda in class without seeing Brook, the sexy stripper who'd been lying naked in my lap, who hadn't protested or slapped me away when my hand had found her pantied bottom or naked hip. The thought flashed through my mind, wondering if I'd begun to let my hands wander where she would have stopped me. Ray asked if I'd gotten my hand slapped, for some reason I was glad I hadn't.

"I just wanted to say hello, and thank you again for keeping my secret life that way." My mind wasn't concentrating on her words as she was talking; it had flipped over from thinking about stroking her naked body to our conversation. I almost missed it in retrospect, but suddenly her words popped into my mind. And I thought it was only the other way. She'd said that in response to my saying that I was attracted to her -- which meant that she'd been saying that she was attracted to me. Why hadn't I picked up on it the other night? She hadn't minded when I'd touched her, but yet she was a stickler for not letting others touch her, another clue that just hadn't clicked. 

I had no idea what I'd said in our conversation with her on the phone to that point, but suddenly knew what I wanted. "Linda -- have you had lunch?"

"No."

"Neither have I. Breakfast either, and I'm hungry. Would you like to get a bite to eat with me?"

"Oh, Dr. B that would be nice, but I've got my daughter and..."

"All the better. Bring her along, we'll go to the park and let her play."

"Really?" It didn't take long to convince her I was serious, and in twenty minutes I was dressed and on my way to her apartment. 

I knew the area, her apartment building was far from being upscale, but not the worst I've ever seen by a long shot. I found her apartment, a one bedroom, upstairs. I didn't see anything except the living room and kitchen and the door to the bedroom, but it was enough. A desk took up one corner of the living room, school books filled the well-used bookcase beside. A glance showed everything to be clean and well organized; from what I knew of her life -- it had to be. 

Linda's daughter Lori was a living doll. She had her mother's good looks, but had paler skin than her mom. "Are you my mommy's teacher?" She asked when Linda introduced me. 

"I was. One of several teachers that she had."

"I'm not sposed to embarrass her 'cause she likes you." I just smiled, even managed to refrain from looking up at Linda.

"That's good because I like your mother also."

"Thank You, Lori. That's quite enough." Linda interrupted, reaching down and putting her hand out for Lori to take. I led the way down the stairs where we debated about taking my car and transferring Lori's car seat to my Acura or taking Linda's well used beater. My Acura won out, and a few minutes later we pulled out of the parking lot. We stopped at a local Submarina for sandwiches, taking them with us to the local park. Lori ate a bit, but she was more interested in the playground than food. Linda and I sat at a table adjacent to the playground equipment where we could keep an eye on her as we ate our sandwiches. 

Linda was very pleasant to talk to. I found out that, just as I'd thought, she was 22, about to turn 23. She told me about herself, I told her about me, with occasional interruptions to play with Lori. When we finished our sandwiches we both went over to the playground and played with her; pushing her on the swing, playing teeter totter, spinning her on the merry-go-round. Linda and I talked freely and easily, as if we were lifelong friends rather than friends that had just met, or more importantly, that we were student/teacher. When Linda said it was time to take Lori home for her nap, I asked if she'd like to come over to my house for a while. 

"I don't know..."

"It'll be okay," I assured her," we can put her down in the guest bedroom." She waffled a bit, but finally agreed and moments later we were in the car on the way home. Lori was more than ready for a nap; she fell asleep on the barely ten minute car ride to my home. 

My mind was not on the ride home, but rather on what was going to happen when we got there. I couldn't believe what was happening, that I was in the process of seducing one of my students. There had definitely been some mutual attraction going on with everything we'd done. And, if there was any reciprocation from her at all -- I was soon going to be kissing this beautiful creature beside me at the very least. I didn't know what would happen, but I knew if nothing else, I wanted to see her again. 

I picked Lori out of her car seat where she immediately cuddled into my shoulder as I carried her into the house. I directed Linda to the guest bedroom where we put Lori onto the bed and backed out, closing the door.

"She'll sleep about two hours. I need to get her up by then or she won't want to go down tonight."

"That's pretty typical, sounds like my sisters youngest." I really didn't want to talk about my sisters kids, so changed the subject. "Let me show you the house." 

I stepped back to the living room, where I showed her the combined living room and family room, where my own desk - replete with papers and grade books, resided. I let her look out the sliding door to the small back yard with the wooden deck and spa, and pointed out the kitchen and pantry, before moving back down the hall to end at the master bedroom and adjoining second bathroom. 

I stopped in the hallway outside the master bedroom waiting for Linda to come back out. When she did, I reached out to take her hand, and she looked up at me. It was one of those magic moments, when you know you're going to kiss. I bent to kiss her, her eyes closed and mouth tilted up just as I got there. 

It was just a sweet kiss to start, I didn't hold it for long, but her hand went behind my head and returned it fervently. I pulled away. "So is what Lori said true, that you like me?" I teased, my voice uncharacteristically gruff, my body responding to the woman in my arms. There was no need to answer, nor did she. 

The sweet first kiss of a moment before this time was hot and passionate. Hands weren't going behind my head, they were stroking my body. My hands for the first time found her breasts, a moan of approval emanated from her mouth as they did. Her hands were pulling at my shirt, mine at hers. Unspoken, in mutual agreement, we were going to bed also. 

We shed our clothes between the door and the bed. A shoe here, a shirt there; pants followed by bras and panties and underwear. By the time I laid her back onto the bed, she was more naked than she'd been in the strip bar -- she didn't have her shoes on. 

We didn't need any foreplay, that first time was pure passion. I grabbed a condom from the bedside table; it fell out when I tore open the foil. She took it and began unrolling it onto my cock while I slipped a finger between her pussy lips; she was already wet and waiting. "I don't need that," she moaned, "Just fuck me." And I did.

We started in a missionary position, Linda's hand guiding me into her most intimate spot, her hand staying to rub her clit as I stroked in and out. Having jacked off just a few hours before, the pressure was off and even though I was fucking my co-ed dream girl, her legs wrapped around me forcing me into her pussy. I wasn't going to come fast, but she was, her body squeezing and convulsing around my cock as she came. 

Just because she came didn't mean she was done however. If anything, she was that much ready for more. She rocked to one side to roll us over, so we did. I stayed inside her, she showed her limberness by bending her legs up underneath. "Oh god, I wanted your hands on me so bad last night," she said as I fondled her breasts from the Cowgirl position. "I've wanted you all semester. I've wanted to fuck you ever since I walked into your class." 

"Oh God Linda, you're so fucking sexy." I responded in kind, not even realizing what I was saying. "I masturbated this morning thinking about you. You've been on my mind almost all year. I've wanted you too." She rode me in that Cowgirl position until I could tell she was about ready to cum again, when she rose up, pulled off and turned around. Holding my cock with her hand she slid back into position in a reverse Cowgirl. Apparently the pressure was perfect; she came for the second time just moments later. 

Taking control from her after she'd settled down again, I pulled out, flipping her over onto her hands and knees. I ran my hands over the perfect skin of her beautiful ass, cupping her cheeks, feeling the flawlessly perfect skin. I hadn't gotten a chance to relish how perfect her bottom was at the strip club, but alone in my bedroom I could see and feel what a masterpiece of art she was. I ran a finger up her ass crack as part of my fondling. She'd purred and pushed against my hand as I'd stroked her bottom, she didn't particularly respond either way as my finger stroked her rose bud. Some other time we could explore whether that was pleasurable for her, but for now I slipped by cock between her legs and inside her slippery pussy which definitely elicited a moan of pleasure. 

At first, slipping easily inside her, her pussy gripped and caressed my cock from all sides, but as I began pounding into her hard, doggy style, she collapsed, laying her chest and shoulders onto the bed. The effect was to tilt her vagina, the head of my cock now sliding continuously against the back while the bottom of my shaft was sliding against the base of her clit. Every forward stroke was greeted by a quiver of pleasure from her and a thrust backward from her hips causing me to bang hard against her bottom. By this time I had quite a sweat going; when Linda's quivering voice begged "Please Dr. B, make me cum!" I barely heard it, and although it didn't take long for me to finally cum, I managed to continue a few more strokes, fighting against the too intense pleasure of my glans sliding against the back wall of her vagina until she too cried out in orgasm. 

Spent, I just stayed there in place, my cock remaining semi hard. As Linda relaxed, falling forward onto the bed, I slipped out. Taking time to walk into the bathroom and dispose of the condom, I returned and crawled onto the bed beside her. Still face down, she slid easily into the crook of my arm, her glistening sweat covered body molding against mine, her head on my upper arm. 

We lay there not saying anything for several minutes, the pounding of our hearts easing, and the heat of our bodies dissipating. Linda's hand began running back and forth over my chest, I looked down -- my eyes meeting hers.

"I'd forgotten how much I need that," she said. 

"Been a while, huh?" I offered in response. It had been about a month or so since the last time I'd hooked up with anyone, but in comparison to the way our bodies had just responded to each other, that had been "just sex." Unconsciously I'd assessed that as a stripper, a gorgeous, sexy, stripper; she could and did have sex whenever she wanted. Surely there were men galore that were willing to hide their salami in her hiding hole, all she'd have to do is say so. 

"Three years," she answered simply. It took a second for it to register what she'd said. I was shocked.

"You haven't had sex since Lori?" I'm sure I didn't, I couldn't, hide the disbelief in my voice. "But you could have any guy..." I stopped, realizing what I was saying.

"You're right. All I had to do was say the word and I could have been with any of dozens of guys a night. But I didn't want just any guy, and I'm not a whore. Casey's a whore."

Huh?  I thought for a second, and asked, "Who's Casey?"

"At the club, the girl in back that was standing with the guys hands on her ass? That's Casey." 

I remembered; she'd been straddling the guy standing on the couch. "Looked like the guy was about ready to eat her pussy?" I asked.

"He probably was." She was very matter of fact about what she said. "She'll let you finger or tongue her for $20, she'll blow you for $50 and she'll fuck you for $200 if you want to wait until after she gets off. She's got somebody waiting almost every night." I didn't say anything, she eventually continued. "Everybody assumes that if you're a stripper you're a whore." She rolled over, slightly away from me, raised up on one arm and propped her head on her hand. 

"Do you know what I did before I stripped the first time?" I thought about it, shook my head no. "I went into the bathroom and threw up. I went in the bathroom and threw up before I started every day for a week." Her hand was still on my belly, I moved mine on top of hers; I traced the outline of her hand with my forefinger.

"What happened after a week?" I asked.

"Linda quit going to work." I rolled my head to the side, looking directly at her again; I shook my head with a questioning look on my face. She'd lost me. She pulled her hand from under mine. Reaching up she touched the bridge of my nose, slowly traced her finger down over the tip to my lips. I kissed it when it got there, then she continued tracing her finger down the centerline of my body. She dipped it into my belly button, and then continued down. The back of her fingers touched my cock, but just because it was in the way of her fingertip running itself over my skin. She traced around my cock, but her hand flipped over and filled itself with my balls where she stopped, just holding them gently in her hand. "I sent Brook instead."

I thought about what she was saying, although I was highly distracted by the feeling of a line of fire that had been drawn down the center of my body. I was going to say something, but she continued. "Brook is a fantasy; an exotic dancer who takes her clothes off so guys can look at her. She can go into the back room and rub her titties in their faces and sit on their laps and rub her pussy against their hard on through their pants, and slap their hands and makes really good money." She was speaking softly, and paused, the Brook explanation done. "Linda... can't do that. Linda is a woman that has a baby girl. Linda's a girl that goes to college. She wonders what it would be like to go on a date again, and daydreams about her hunky teacher and is someday going to be a damn good doctor." She paused, I saw a hesitation as much as heard it before she continued. "Linda is real, she's been hurt before and she's afraid of being hurt again." Her face had once again turned up to mine, her hand still cupping my balls. She smiled wistfully at me, her soul naked. "Don't hurt me Dr. B" she whispered. I just leaned into her and we kissed again.

This time was slow and sensuous. Just as her finger had left a line of fire as it had traced down my body, it burned now as it moved everywhere. I pulled her to me, my mouth finding her chest, her neck arching in response. I followed the arch, moving my kisses to her neck, following the path of least resistance, finding her most sensitive spots when I did. She turned her head so I moved my lips to the side of her neck; when she tilted her head I moved to the soft spot just behind her ear, bestowing it with a kiss of its own. I moved my nose to her ear, my mouth finding her earlobe -- which elicited a sharp intake of breath. Breathing through her nose, I could hear her breath, soft and sensuous, sharp intakes when I hit sensitive spots. Her earlobe was one, the soft spot just beneath and behind it another. When I revisited it again, she moaned -- which coming out while she was exhaling sounded just like a cat purring. I kissed up her face, kissed her eyes and nose. I stopped, my face inches above hers, and reached up with my hand to stroke hers. Her eyes opened and I just stared, losing myself in the depths of her green eyes. "My god, Linda, you're so beautiful." The tip of her tongue slithering across her lips registered through my peripheral vision; I closed my eyes and dipped my lips to hers, kissing her again.

I could still taste a touch of her sandwich on her breath, I'm sure she could on mine also, but it didn't matter. Our bodies melded together, a long sensuous full bodied kiss. Her hand relinquished its hold on my balls, moving up to my still soft but responding cock as we sucked each other's tongues. I slid my hand between us, finding and squeezing her breast, her nipple hard in my palm. Her body responded to my touch directing me in an unspoken way. Stroking my hand down her side to her bottom, when I slid it over onto her belly she didn't open her legs so I stayed away for the moment, just appreciating the smooth softness of her lower belly. 

"Do you know what I did when I got home that first night?" I shook my head back and forth, I had no clue. "I woke up my apartment manager. It was three am, and I woke him up and gave him the four hundred and twenty five dollars he said he had to have before morning or I was going to be evicted. I was a month and a half behind. I was flat out broke and was going to be evicted. And then I went back to my bathroom and threw up again." I just listened, she needed to talk.




The Student



"I woke him up two nights later, when I got home at 3 am and gave him the eight and a half for the previous month, but that was the last time. I haven't been late since. Two weeks later I gave him another eight and a half for the next month's rent, on time for the first time in six months, and I still had money. I was making sixty five dollars a day, now I make more than that in fifteen minutes. We don't share the stage money, that's all ours, but the real money is in the private lap dances." She hadn't been looking me in the face, I was still lying on my side, but she giggled and looked over at me. "Do you know who the two most popular girls are in the whole place?"

I shrugged, my shoulders, no. "Ray certainly raved about you."

She grimaced. "Ray's a pig." I couldn't disagree; Ray was my friend -- but she's right, that's a pretty good description. "It's Casey and me. Casey, because she'll do anything, and me, I guess because I won't. When I dance on stage, all the guys are around the stage, but only a few when she's up there. We're about equal in private dances, but I know she's taking home two to three times what I do." 

She was lying supine next to me; now she scooted closer, removing the slight gap between our bodies. "I'd managed to save a little money before I got pregnant, but that all disappeared with Lori. I thought everything would be OK, but then I had to take maternity leave, my son of a bitch boyfriend left and it was all gone. I was broke before I went back to work and I was spending about twice as much as I was making. I'd had a gym membership that was prepaid, and they had child care, so it was about the only place where I could have at least a few minutes for myself. I kept seeing this girl there that was in really great shape and commented on it. She said that in her line of work she had to keep in shape, and when I asked what she did she told me she was a dancer. I didn't think I could ever do it, but when I was about to lose everything...." She trailed off.

"You did what you had to survive," I finished for her when she didn't.

"Dr. B?" She rolled up onto her side facing me, her hand reached up to my face. I took hers in mine, pulled it to my mouth and kissed it. "I really like you and I don't want anything hidden and..." I interrupted her with another kiss.

Our coupling the first time had been sex; a hot, lusty, needy sprint to orgasm. This time we made love; long, slow, and sensuous. My mouth explored her body. I caressed her nipples with my tongue for the first time, feeling them grow to my suckling. I worked my way down her body; this time she willingly spread her legs as I tasted her sex for the first time. Her hands and body were likewise exploring mine; her hands moving my body beside her, her mouth finding my cock soon after my tongue had found her sweetness. She had me move overhead into a 69; when I had trouble controlling myself and eating her at the same time she allowed me to roll us over so she was on top. I felt her orgasm twice, her pussy flooding my face with extra juices each time. She was more than ready when I rolled us back over and swapped ends, sliding into place where we fucked face to face. It was a joy watching her face, seeing her expressions as my cock built her to a third orgasm. Her back beginning to arch, her pelvis pushed back against my thrusts inside her; her legs wrapped behind mine, drawing me ever deeper inside her delicious warmth. I recognized her peaks were synchronizing with mine, until finally, her back arched in delicious agony, my cock exploding its contents into a condom once again -- we came together in mutual orgasm for maybe only the second time of my life. 

I collapsed, panting, on top of Linda, both of our bodies sweaty and sticky with our love. As my breathing and heart slowed from the exertion, Linda's body began to writhe beneath me. Her mouth searched out mine, her pussy clinching and squeezing around my cock. Her hands drifted to my ass, holding me tight against her pelvis. Linda's mouth attacked my neck, her fingers finding and squeezing my nipples as she rocked her pelvis against mine. Surprisingly my half shrunken cock began to respond; at least it quit shrinking inside her. Her gyrating pelvis was like nothing I'd ever felt, but still I wasn't hard enough to stay in. I told her to wait; I pulled the condom off and washed my semen covered cock before returning to the bed. 

Linda was ready for more, once more pushing me onto my back and climbing on top. "God I can't get close enough," she moaned, rubbing her naked body on mine, "I wish I could be inside you." Once again our hands were everywhere, but although my cock had arrested its backward development, it was nowhere near ready for further play yet. I put pressure to move Linda's body upward, which she initially resisted, until I told her I wanted to eat her pussy again. Straddling my face, she rode my tongue to another orgasm, her back arched, hands splayed against the headboard. 

We were lying on top of everything with Linda cuddled against my side once again, her upper leg over mine, her back toward the door, finally -- at least for the moment -- satisfied, when a tiny voice said "Mommy are you taking a nap too?" I cringed and didn't know what to do. Linda did however. 

Without moving her own body she answered "Yes, we're taking a nap too. Can you go in and go potty while Dr. B and I get up? The bathroom was across from where you were sleeping." Her response of "ok," and the barely discernible sound of her feet padding down the hall gave us the opportunity to get up and dressed ourselves. The string of clothes from the door to the bed apparently hadn't even registered with Lori.

"Don't worry about it," Linda said, trying to ease my anxiety about us and her daughter. "She didn't see anything except maybe your leg and arm, and she sees me naked all the time. She takes showers with me and sees me getting dressed all the time, and I sometimes lie down and take a nap with her too." 

"That still doesn't keep it from being awkward," I answered.

"If you don't make a deal about it, she won't either. She only knows what we teach her, so just ignore it and she won't think anything of it. We haven't had any men in our life yet, she doesn't know what to think." I could see what she was saying, but still, I was glad that I had my pants on and was pulling my shirt back on when I heard the toilet flush down the hall and Lori again came flying into the room.

"Did you sleep with Mommy?" Lori asked, grabbing her mother's hand as she looked at me. Only out of the mouths of babes could such a question be entirely innocent. I remembered Linda's statement, it was all I could do not to grin and laugh. I saw Linda suck her lip in and look away. I kept my eyes on Lori.

"We had a nice nap," I told her straight faced. I looked away, catching the clock as I did. It had been two hours and ten minutes since she'd gone down for her nap. 

"Can we go to the park again? Plleeeaasssse Mommy? Can we?" Lori begged as we were putting her into her car seat. 

"I'm sure Dr. B has other things to do," Linda answered. Actually I had been trying to think of anyway at all to extend the day, to refrain from returning Linda and Lori to their apartment. I'd enjoyed talking with Linda, but talking as an adult with a child listening in is awkward also.

"It would be fine with me, I've got nothing scheduled," I corrected, "But that's totally up to your mother."

"You wouldn't mind?" Linda asked, examining my face for clues.

"Not at all. Actually, it's a good excuse to not have to take you home." She looked at me out of the corner of her eye, a Mona Lisa smile crossing her lips before she turned away. 

"I'm hoping you'll let me see you again," I told Linda as we sat down at the same table we'd had lunch at, Lori happily running for the slide in the play area.

"That could be difficult" Linda said, not looking at me. "I have to take Brook to work at least five days a week and she works nights. She's supporting me right now, and the money she makes is going to put me through medical school, so you know that's not going to stop any time soon."

"I know that," I answered. "But if you don't make a big deal about it, Brook won't either. She only knows what we teach her, so just ignore it and she won't think anything of it." I saw her look over at me out of the corner of her eye, recognizing my words as hers earlier, but refusing as yet to look right at me.

"But what about those guys like Ray, won't they be a problem?" 

I thought about it for a bit. How did I really feel about Ray going to the club regularly, ogling Brook's naked body, being a regular contributor to her Medical School fund? It had grown to an awkward silence when I finally answered. "I don't know -- I suppose someday if things work out, we might have to introduce him to Linda, but for now -- I don't see him that often. And besides, why should I care? Brook's nowhere near as beautiful as Linda." It was her turn to not say anything for a long while.

"During the school year I've got these bastard teachers that are always assigning what they think is easy homework, but it takes lots of time you know." 

"That's true," I answered without hesitation, "but at least you'll be able to make sure you get all your homework turned in."

"Hmmm." I watched her in thought, her head bobbing gently. "I don't know," she said in a voice that made my heart sink, her pause just long enough to have the ultimate effect. "My education and my daughter come first. I can't go wasting money at this point in my life going to movies, and I have to have popcorn when I go to the movies. I can't go wasting even more money on baby sitters; I do enough of that when Brook has to work. Lori and I come as a package, you'll have to spring for popcorn and baby sitters. But if you can handle that, it's about 6 weeks before the new semester starts and perhaps we might be able to see each other again, Dr. B."

It was my time to say "Hmmm." I sat quietly for a moment, thinking about how I was going to say it. "Linda, Dr. B is a professor at the university, but in private life his name is Rick. I know Linda has only ever known Dr. B, but I'd really like her to know Rick." She nodded her head, an impish smile crossing her lips. For the first time since we sat down, she turned to look at me.

"I don't know, Rick, that raises a whole new set of questions." I looked at her puzzled momentarily before she continued. "For instance, can Rick kiss as good as Dr. B? Is this Rick going to make me forget about my daydreams of Dr. B? I've only got just the one bed at my house and Lori and I sleep together. And if I get into trouble again next semester am I going to have to put out for Dr. B and Rick to get a good grade or..." I pulled her to me and kissed her. 

She shut up. 

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The Student



In my five years at the university, I've never seen or met anyone like her. Not even close. Even the way she walked into class on the first day. It was less of a walk and more of a glide. Floating across the room above the other trudging students. Easing into her seat front and center, making it hers. Making the whole room hers, as if the school were built for her. Waiting for her presence.

Her eyes were piercing, probing, knowing all my secrets. Never wavering, always present in the moment. Sitting around her, the other students seemed so... common. The girls either shied away or were jealous of her, and the boys were... boys. The day after I read her first paper, I didn't care what any of them had to say. It's wrong to say I didn't care, but I couldn't listen. How could I? She had such an effortless command of the language. I imagined the letters and words and sentences had the same affection for her as I, and would line up in the most charming manner, just to please her. She once completed one of my essay assignments in French, as if to say I wasn't challenging her enough. I handed it to a colleague of mine in the Language department and it left her speechless.

What's more is not WHAT she did, but the WAY she did it. She didn't hand in that paper in a defiant manner, and she wasn't showing off. She just did it to do it. I sensed she had an old, wise soul, one wise to the ways of the world, cognizant of her stunning beauty, avoiding the usual pitfalls and discretions of youth. I could only understand fragments of the French assignment, but the sound of the language, the construction of it, captured her physical appearance perfectly. The curves, the sounds, the rolls of the tongue, the lilts, the simplicity of this classic beauty.

I even had to adjust my teaching style for her. The sight of her crossing and uncrossing her legs meant I had to spend more time behind the desk instead of roaming the aisles, my preferred style. I couldn't be as imposing a figure to the students, especially in my seemingly non-stop state of arousal; I was relegated to one section of my classroom (MY classroom!) each time she sighed in a certain way. Or glossed her tongue over her lips. Or leaned ever so slightly forward to allow a hint of cleavage. Or fondled that "infinity" symbol on the end of her necklace, reminding me that there was a brilliant brain behind that smooth, flawless skin. Not that I could concentrate on the subject matter as it was. Not at all. From the moment she floated in her room and took that seat as hers, she took my class, my thoughts, my authority.

My strength had become my weakness.

I endured the daily torture, at once relishing and dreading the time the clock would strike 1 and I would be turned back into that lovesick kid again. I read her papers, looking for a weak spot. Scanning her body, her legs, her breasts, her ass, for some imperfection. Her papers and the way her language evolved reflected the way my attraction to her evolved. Organically. Naturally. Effortlessly. The other students might as well have been writing in crayon. They might as well have BEEN crayons. I could focus on nothing but her. I gave the rest of them Cs.

She continued to learn at a frightening pace. Of course she became my star student, as if she wasn't already. Her wit easily rivaled my own. Our discussions grew increasingly fascinating as she became less of a student and more of a sparring partner. Yet, she never let any of it get to her, her beauty, her brilliance, she maintained a genuine modesty through it all. As if she had been witness to true greatness.

As endearing as she became to me, I found myself spending nights wondering how to get my power back, my classroom back. Fantasies of getting her back to my apartment, of seducing her, of handcuffing her. Of fucking her. Even in my dreams, she seemed to thwart my every attempt. She was sand through my fingers. She was above it all. She was above THEM all.

Time passed. The spring weather had her wearing shorter skirts, but somehow I remained calm. I had finally formulated my plan.

One afternoon, the last week of the semester, I asked her to stay after class. I approached her at my desk. She maintained the eye contact which had not wavered all semester. Not a defiant look, not anger... just... her. I told her I was reclaiming my class that day. Of course we had developed that shorthand, even though the dialogue had never been sexual, and she knew immediately what I meant. Respectfully she declined. She told me her submission would have to be earned and fondled her necklace in the way I had grown to love so much. Once again, she surprised me. In all my fantasies, in my wildest dreams, I somehow thought her naïve to the world of D/s, but the look in her eyes told me otherwise. I was closer now to her than I'd ever been before, and that's when I saw it: hanging at the end of the necklace wasn't the symbol for Infinity, it was a pair of handcuffs.

Instead of a rejected frown, I smiled, in a way I hadn't smiled all semester. For all 16 torturous weeks. She knew I had something, and now her curiosity had gotten the best of her. I let her wait, I let her ask me again, and then I explained it to her.

Why did she think I'd changed the curriculum after the first week? The assignments had been geared toward her. Toward me learning more about her. A writer, a TRUE writer, will respond when pushed. A passionate writer will put her entire being into the story. She doesn't lie; she CANNOT lie.

While she had been studying English, I had been studying her. Everything about her. Her submissive nature. Her fantasies. Her longing to be taken. HOW to be taken. Her deep, dark secrets.

For the first time, her eyes avoided mine. I could see the memories of the last months rushing by, flashing in her lovely brain, the subtle word cues, the things she had unknowingly admitted between the lines. As I got closer, I took her necklace in my hand and stared into her eyes deeply. The tension and electricity crackled in the air as my dominant male energy grew in strength and overtook hers. We could both feel it. She let out a single gasp and it was the loveliest sound I'd ever heard. I had been waiting patiently, hours, days, months, to hear her breath escape her in such a way. A wisp of fear, excitement, and submission all in that single, glorious moment. I let go of the necklace and let my finger run between her breasts. I felt her give in as her breath intensified. Seeing her become a girl and lose control sent my blood pounding to every inch of my body. She could see how erect I was becoming as my cock strained at my pants. She almost reached to touch me, but she hesitated at the last second, as if waiting for my permission, but I wasn't going to give it to her. Not yet. I had earned this moment and I was going to relish every second. I told her I was going to take her completely. Worship her and dominate her. Punish and reward her. She leaned in to kiss me, but I backed away. I told her I wanted her wet first. I wanted to know if I'd gotten to her. Truly gotten to her.

I ran that one finger down her skirt and felt a chill overtake her as I got to her bare thigh. I went slowly. Painfully slowly. Thinking of those painfully slow days and nights where all I could do was think of her. I suspected I would feel a little wetness when I got to her panties, but her juices were already running down, as if meeting me halfway. As though she could express how badly she was yearning for my touch. I rolled my fingers in it and put them in her eager mouth. Watched her for a moment, enjoying her lack of words and the power I now had over her. Soon, I'd have her begging me to fuck her...



The Student and the Panhandler



He stood where he had stood for the last couple of months, with his cardboard sign, written on it was 'Will work for food.' Not that many people actually offered him a job but at least he felt better than actually asking for money.

A car pulled up and stopped, he bent down slightly looking in the window, the view he observed was amazing. She sat there in her summer dress, dark blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, blue beckoning eyes. Buttons at the top of her dress undone, exposing the swell of her breasts, a deep cleavage that promised a pair of large firm breasts. He couldn't tell if she was wearing a bra, if she was it wasn't much of one. Her legs with a light tan disappearing under her dress close to where her legs joined.

His cock twitched, it had been almost a year since he had last slipped his cock into a wet pussy and it definitely didn't have the promise of what this one had.

"Sorry," she said, "I know it's not much but I hope you can get yourself something."

He took the $5 that she gave him, always thankful for anything. She had a lovely smile, with luscious pink lips and white teeth. A picture of his cock filling her mouth flashed into his mind and he got hard.

"Umm, thank you," he blustered, "Every little bit helps," as he took the offered money, "Thanks again."

She drove off, across the road and punched her code to let herself into the apartments.

Interesting he thought to himself. Behind those apartments was a dense wood area where he had a hidey hole, maybe he should be keeping an eye out for her there.

Later that evening he was at his spot, hidden up in a large tree. He had built a platform which he could keep his stuff on and also somewhere to sleep of the ground in case of rain and also not easy to see from below. He looked over at the apartments. There were two buildings in front of him, both holding 6 units. One's on the top floor were empty due to remodeling. Ground floor housed either elderly or couples with young children, as for the middle ones, occupied but not sure who was there.

He pulled out the binoculars he had acquired from Walmart and scanned the apartments, sometimes he used them to spy on people especially if it was a girl with her own apartment. Not much going on tonight. He decided to go for a look around, who knows maybe he would find where that girl lived.

Dropping down from the tree, he sneaked into the apartments by a gap he had created in the chain link fence, he had created the opening and pieced it back together, without a close inspection nobody would know it was there.

He walked slowly and carefully between the buildings, standing in a shadow he looked around. Could that be her car, he took a closer look, possibly, he could see beads hanging from the rearview mirror which she had. Looks like she might live in the apartments directly in front of where he was camped, now that was a nice surprise.

For the next few days he took time out of his busy schedule (lol) to keep any eye on the apartments. He figured out which one was hers. Then that Friday as he was watching, she hurried up the steps, this time though instead of using her keys she reached above the door and pulled a key down, unlocked the door and put it back, interesting piece of information for him to have.

A couple of her friends arrived it looked like they were getting ready to go out. Girls running around half naked, putting makup on, doing hair, trying on clothes. For once the blinds weren't closed so he was getting a good view. Didn't take long and he was stroking his cock, thinking of what it would be like to be buried in her snatch, feeling how tight she was, playing with them big titties.

Eventually the girls left, he waited for a bit then strolled over and up the stairs. All was quiet, taking the key down he unlocked the door, put the key back and stepped into her apartment. Bits and pieces were strewn all over the place, moving into the bedroom he noticed different clothes laying out. On the bed were different panties that she must have been looking at wearing, damm she would look sexy in any of them he thought to himself. In the corner was a laundry basket, he looked in, on top a pair of white lacy panties. Picking them up he sniffed at them, her scent was a heady rush, an immediate reaction from his cock standing hard and erect. He rummaged around in the bedside cabinet, interesting. Finding a vibrator, black dildo and some lubricating jell, all these things could come in handy.

At that point he decided he had to have her no matter what the cost. Tonight he would watch see if she came back alone, if so well it would be his turn. Walking out he left things as they were and went back to his spot.

He waited for ages, then at about 2;30 am a car pulled in. It was hers, she was alone. She got out and with a little stagger climbed the stair and went into her apartment. Bedroom light came on and after about 15 minutes went out again. So she was alone and now hopefully sinking into a deep sleep helped with the booze.

He gave it about 30 minutes and carefully sneaked back to the apartment. All was quiet, the key was still in the same spot. Unlocking the door, replacing the key, closing the door and putting the chain on he was in. All was quiet. Moving slow he entered the bedroom. She lay on the bed, in a black nightie, it barely covered her thighs and her tits were almost falling out the top. He couldn't resist and moved over and lifted the hem to take a peek. A soft gasp as he saw what was there, a bald, smooth slit between her legs, he wanted to jump on here there and give it to her, but he held himself in check.

He moved back out of the bedroom, stripped off naked, no use having his clothes in the way when he went to fuck her. Next something to make sure nobody could hear her scream. He found a soft piece of cloth to stick in her mouth and a towel to wrap around her eyes. Next something to cut away the nightie. If he could do that while she was asleep it would make things a lot easier.

Creeping back into the bedroom, he slowly cut the nightie from the bottom to the top, then the straps it fell open. She hadn't moved. He looked at her, she was stunning. Her tits, large but firm topped with semi erect pink nipples. Her flat stomach, ending at her pussy, looking ready to use.

He quickly stuffed the rag in her mouth and tied the towel around her eyes before she had time to react. Laying the point of the scissors against her throat, no screaming or struggling or else. She stiffened and stopped, sobs coming from her. 

"Good girl," he said. He grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed, spreading them open he got his first look at her completely bald cunt. Standing between them so she couldn't close them, his dirty hands wandered over her body. Cupping her large breasts, thumbs rubbing over her pink nipples. The girl was sobbing as he toyed with her. His hand continued down her body, over her stomach and down further over her bald mound. It felt so smooth, he wondered how it was so. A finger rubbed over her pussy lips trying to delve into her cunt.

So dry he thought to himself, just as well he knew about the lubricating jell. He reached into her bedside drawer and got hold of it. Squeezing some onto a couple of his fingers. He went back to exploring her cunt, sliding his fingers up and down her slit, slowly starting to work the jell into her pussy. Starting to thrust a finger into her tight cunt, a little bit at a time lubricating her pussy ready for his cock.

The girl moaned and cried. She was mortified at what was happening, how could it be happening to her. She wasn't a slut or anything like that, she didn't go around flaunting it. Maybe it was penance for earlier. Not sure why she had done it, but had gone out of the club with this guy and gave him a blow job in his car. He held her head down while he erupted down her throat. His fingers had explored her pussy but that was as far as it went.

Now this, laying on her bed, naked, blindfolded, gagged. Legs spread open exposed to this guy. She could smell him, unwashed and dirty. She kept moaning and crying but knew it would not make any difference. Her body tensed when his fingers tried to explore her pussy the first time. Now she realized he had found the jell and was once again starting to work a finger into her. Lubricating and stretching her pussy open. First one finger then a second. Crying knowing that soon she would be violated.

He was working one finger in and out, more lube on a second one and he started to work them both in and out of her cunt. "Damm girl how could you be so tight, I know you aren't a virgin not with those toys and you must have all the guys wanting to fuck your sexy body. Tonight I'm going to fuck you though." With that he pulled his fingers out, looking down at her cunt, seeing the lips glistening with the jell.

He worked some onto his cock getting it ready. He was hard, rock hard, throbbing eager to start fucking her. He took hold of his cock and guided the head placing it against her pussy, working it up and down, slowly starting to ease it between her lips. He could feel her body tensing, expecting what was going to come. He could feel the warmth of her pussy as the head of his cock disappeared between her folds. He stopped for a second relishing the feel.

He grabbed both legs, lifted them high and spread them wide. He looked at her, shaking her head no, moaning and crying. He had gone to far to stop now. He looked down at the placement of his cock and suddenly rammed into her. She threw her head back a muffled scream coming from her. His cock slammed all the way into her, burying himself in her cunt, his coarse pubic hair was rubbing against her bald mound.

He stopped when he was all the way in, relishing the feel of her tight pussy wrapped around his cock. He knew he wouldn't last long the first time but what the heck. He started to fuck her, slowly at first but that didn't last long. He started to fuck her hard and fast.

"Yes you little slut, take my cock," as he pounded her. Her body rocking back and forth as he fucked her, "Take it you little bitch, feel my cock inside you, fucking you like the little cum bucket that you are."

She cried as she felt him thrusting in and out, her lubed pussy stretched to take his cock, getting sore as he fucked her hard. She had never been fucked like this before pounded and talked to like a dirty slut.

"Oh god what a pussy, I'm going to fill it with my cumm," He felt the pressure building , he leaned over her, pushing her legs further back, trying to get inside her deeper. The he felt it, his cock started to erupt. He rammed hard into her, holding it there as he unleashed his cumm into her pussy. "Here it comes, you slut," he screamed.

She felt his cock start to unload, jerking inside her as his cumm blasted out and splattered against her womb. "Nooooo," she screamed into her gag.

He felt his hot cumm rushing out, after a couple of spurts he pulled out and finished unloading on her, one blast reaching her tits but most on her stomach and cunt. He looked down well satisfied with what he had given her. He still held her legs apart and could see cumm on her pussy, stomach and almost on her tits, damm it looked good he thought. He wasn't finished with her yet.

He dropped her legs and pulled her up, "No screaming when I take the gag out," he told her.

Removing it, he quickly pushed her head to his crotch. Stuffing his semi hard cock into her mouth. "Work it bitch, time for you to earn this, make it hard again," he growled.

Oh god how degrading she thought as he stuffed his cock in her mouth, making her gag. Smelling his crotch, stale sweat and god knows what else.

He grabbed her hair and started to work her mouth back and forth on his cock. She tried to lick her lips to make them moist, "Oh yes that's it slut," as he felt her tongue on her shaft.

His cock stiffened. Her face buried in his smelly pubic hair, balls slapping her chin each time he moved her head.

"Nice girl, you're getting the reaction I want," as his cock thickened and got hard again. He worked her mouth back and forth. "Mmmm yes you like this don't you, dirty little whore, now for something else."

He pulled out, she felt him get on the bed and lay down. "Come her slut, time for you to work that pussy again."

"No please don't, please leave me alone," she cried.

"Shut up bitch and get over here."

She crawled over. He grabbed her, "straddle me slut." She lifted one leg over his. "Move up a bit." She crawled forward. Then she felt his rigid cock touching her body. She stiffened imagining what he wanted her to do.

"Time for you to go for a ride, girl, climb onboard and do it."

She lifted up a bit and straddled his cock. She felt him move his cock along her pussy. "This should be easier for you this time you are well lubbed up now, I can see cumm dribbling from you. Now get on it."

She started to lower herself onto him. Feeling his rigid cock as she slid down onto it. He was right it slid in easier.

"Ride it cowgirl, ride it."

She sobbed and started to bounce up and down. She decided that maybe it would be better to try and get this over and done with quick. She gritted her teeth and got down to it. She had faked a couple of orgasms before and hope she could be convincing this time. Could backfire if he decided that he would stay and enjoy her more.

Riding up and down on his cock she sat up straight, her tits stood out firm, bouncing up and down as she rode. "Nice," he said, as his hands reached up and grabbed her tits. His thumbs rubbing over her nipples.

She let a soft moan escape from her lips, "Ohhhhhh."

"Starting to enjoy it I see, that's it ride it babe ride my cock." He started to lift his hips to meet her downward thrust.

Pumping his cock with her pussy, tightening her cunt around his cock, she could feel him inside her, he was starting to pump hard himself forcing it deeper inside.

"Oh no, no this can't be happening," she cried. Pretending that she was enjoying the fuck. She threw her head back, moaning, "No please nooo."

"Oh fuck, " he moaned. Seeing her like that enjoying his cock fucking her, riding him hard looking like she was about to cumm as he pounded her. Grabbing her hips as she bounced up and down. "Take it slut, take it."

He threw her off, onto her back, getting between her legs he rammed his cock back into her. She gasped when he did, still pretending, "Ahhh yessssss." She wrapped her legs around his waist.

He pinned her arms down as he pounded her cunt, thrusting in and out. "Cumm you little bitch, cumm with me."

"God yes do it harder, fuck me harder, I'm close to cumin."

He pumped her a few more times then she screamed out "Yesssssss, oh fuck, that's it." Tightening her legs around him and her pussy around his cock.

"Yes you little slut her it is," as he thrust deep into her and unleashed another torrent of cumm into her pussy, ejaculating into her then pulling out and once again over her.

He rolled off and lay there spent, his cock laying flaccid. "Damm you're a hot piece of cunt, all you need is someone to fuck you right."

She just lay there hoping it was over.

He looked at the window seeing it was starting to get light. Standing up, "I have to go," as he wiped his cock clean on her pillow. "I hope you aren't going to do something stupid like tell someone, I'd hate for your sister to have to be hurt."

"No she murmured."

He got dressed and left.

She took the blindfold off and ran into the bathroom, vomiting into the toilet. Then turning the shower on hot she got in and scrubbed her body, cleaning every inch sometimes doing it 2 or 3 times. Then taking the shower head and letting it spray over her pussy.

She wrapped herself into a towel, stripped the sheets from the bed and trashed them. Laying down in the spare bedroom, she dozed still wondering what she had done to deserve the nights humiliation.



The Student Becomes the Teacher



Mike Burgins had a headache. The class was stuffy and it was too cold to open the windows. It was too cold for most of these girls to wear their barely-there uniforms, what with their skirts resembling large belts. That, however, was the last thing on his mind. He still had 15 minutes to go before the end of the day and it seemed like an eternity. He loved subbing, but these damn private schools with their snooty little 18 year-old girls running through the halls giggling at every ounce of gossip they hear, and even some they didn't, annoyed him to no end. If it weren't for the ridiculous compensation graciously bestowed to him, he would stick to kindergarten in public schools, where kids didn't know what attitude was, and parents weren't quick to inform them. But he needed the money and teaching was his passion.

In the middle of delivering a captivating historical account on Alexander the Great, Mike caught a glimpse of two girls in the back row passing a note, paused and rolled his eyes. 

"Ms. Geren, something to share?" he asked innocently, knowing he'd busted them. 

"Not at all, Mr. Burgins", the one on the left replied, sweetly. She purposefully crossed her long legs and looked him right in the eye, as if daring him to further his questioning. Her voice was unmistakably seductive and Mike was fuelled by the opportunity to put her in her place. The girls were hot, not only by adolescent standards, but he was hardly going to allow them to use that to supersede his authority.

"Well, in that case, Samantha, you won't mind bringing me that note you just slipped to Emily".

Sweet Samantha's smile faded, but only momentarily. Perhaps she saw this as an opportunity; one Mike would not yet understand. "Absolutely, sir", her sugary voice dripped, as she sauntered up, swaying her ass like it wasn't attached to the rest of her body. Mike looked skeptical as he took the note from her, uncertain as to why her confidence was seemingly over-inflated, considering the circumstances. He slowly unfolded the letter, turned a deep shade of red, placed it on his desk and returned to his lecture. 

Before proceeding, he quickly asserted "I'll see you after class, Ms. Geren", hoping that his voice didn't betray the uneasiness he felt in the pit of his stomach, as well as his crotch. The next 12 minutes passed far too quickly and when the bell rang, Mike's headache throbbed. All the short skirts ran by him, giggling in a manner that suggested that they were paid to piss him off, but Samantha remained in her seat, a pencil in her hand as she allowed the tip of the eraser to trace her pink, pouty lips. 

Mike stood in front of his desk, leaning back against it, his arms and legs crossed as he contemplated how to best handle the situation. He picked up the note and, hoping to embarrass his inexperienced student, he read it aloud. "Mr. Burgins is fucking hot. SOOOOO fucking hot!! I bet I could do wonders with that rod in his pants." He chuckled for effect, thinking she would realize the immaturity in her words. Samantha merely smiled, her eyes narrow, as if she damn well meant every word and wanted the opportunity to prove it. That look didn't help Mike's intentions. If anything, it caused him to recognize that Samantha was likely much more experienced than he gave her credit for. She was now flicking her tongue ever so lightly against the eraser and all he could suddenly picture was that movement on his cock, which, to his horror, was feeling unmistakably erect. The last thing he ever wanted was to allow his libido to entertain these children's fantasies and right now, the only thing he wanted was for Samantha to entertain hers.

With that thought slipping through his mind, Mike had to come to grips with reality, which stated that he was a good 12 years older than his seductive student. The immorality of the mere thought of a teenie-bopper hard-on was bound to be documented in some statute, somewhere, and besides which, he absolutely hated these girls. He hated their voices and their hair and their money and their legs... But he fucking loved their legs. Who was he trying to kid? He loved it all.

All these deliberations were passing so distractedly through his head that Mike barely had a chance to notice that Samantha had risen from her seat and was steadily approaching him. Did she all of a sudden turn 28? Is that make-up she's wearing? Are those breasts for real!? Mike started to panic. Not because he had to think of a way to get Samantha out of his classroom and into detention, but because he was so scared that he would rip that silly school-girl skirt right off of her and commit the worst and best crime he could possibly imagine. 

Unable to think clearly, mainly because there was a lack of blood-flow to his head, Mike could do very little to stop Samantha when she reached him, pushed her lithe body right up against his, wound her left hand around his neck and pulled him down into a sharp, hard kiss. Ok, the reality was that there was little he wanted to do about it and he let her slip her tongue into his mouth, just as she had done to the eraser. She teased his lips, ground her hips against his now rock-hard cock and let her other hand shamelessly map the defined muscles of his upper body through his shirt.

Mike couldn't think. All he knew was that a woman was throwing himself at him, she was hot, she was horny, and the door was closed. "Fuck it", he thought out loud, placing his hands firmly on Samantha's round ass and forcing her harder against him.

"What was that?" Samantha drawled, with a knowing smile. "You want me to suck it?"

"You do that," Mike retorted, feeling entirely as if an alien being had possessed his body and forced his reply. In futility, he attempted to come to his senses. "No! I mean, you can't. I mean, this is grossly inappropriate..." Mike was cut off by another hard kiss by Samantha and her hand was suddenly on his balls, lightly squeezing, causing him to gasp and his body to stiffen, as did his cock. As a man, there was little he could do at this point to stop what was about to transpire. As much as he knew he'd hate himself afterward, blowjobs were not easily passed up, and he was suddenly desperate to cum in a hot teenager's tender mouth. As that thought crossed his mind, so did the fleeting guilt, but at this point, it was greatly superseded.

Before another reality-filled idea could enter his mind, Mike realized that Samantha had slid her way down his body and was on her knees, at mouth-level with his crotch. She blew hot breath through his pants as she undid the button of his khakis and Mike briefly wondered if the door was locked. Of course it wasn't. The kids had just left. Somehow, that added to the excitement and without meaning to, Mike started gyrating his hips, pushing himself against Samantha's lips as she slowly stripped him. Too slowly. A groan of impatience escaped Mike, as he stared down at the activities occurring below his waist. Samantha made eye contact with him, winked, and continued her lengthy escapade.

Finally, Mike's pants were undone and the head of his cock was presumptuously poking through the top of his Marvin the Martian boxers. Samantha eyed it, as if considering her next move; as if there were many options. With a smile on her face, she remained with her theme of torturous deliberation and lightly circled her finger around the sensitive tip of his dick, giggling as he gasped at her touch. She did it a second time, her other hand resting on his tight thigh, and her teasing was driving him insane.

"Don't fuck with me, little girl", Mike said tenuously, his voice low, rough and foreign. He could barely believe that these words were coming from him, as he always prided himself on his morality and dedication to the children. He justified his actions with the unbelievable notion that he was doing Samantha some kind of favour by allowing her to fulfill her wildest fantasies. Delusional.

Instigated by Mike's tone, Samantha smiled and with force, suddenly took hold of the top of his pants and boxers, and yanked them downward, exposing his erect cock and letting it fall slightly forward, hard as a rock and perfectly sculpted. He was large, but not extravagantly huge; not the kind of penis that women cringed at, wondering how they'll be walking after a night of unbridled passion. Mike seemed surprised to see it, as if he had never before witnessed this appendage emanate from his body. Samantha's satisfied grin appeased him and as she gingerly wrapped her manicured hand around his shaft, he felt himself slipping to an even more distant, far-off land known as Insurmountable Pleasure. 

Without any hint of self-control, Mike's pelvis began pushing into the girl with almost imperceptible movement, but just enough to cause frightening electricity. Samantha leaned forward, as if about to tell this one-eyed creature her deepest, darkest secret. She held her breath a moment, and then allowed it to slip over him in a sheet of warmth. If Mike had hair on his cock, it would have stood on end. Samantha wasn't moving, but sitting still, quizzically examining her prize, teasing him with maximum potential. Licking her lips, her hand began to pump him slowly, causing his hips to move with more determination, as his head slid between her fingers. Another being in the room must have groaned, because Mike was sure it wasn't him. And the near-yell that exploded out of him next, as Samantha suddenly broadened her tongue and washed it over the head of his penis could not possible have gone unheard. Not only was this childish goddess using her mouth as a silky, massaging vacuum, but her left hand was now gently cupping Mike's balls, tickling them with just enough pressure to force him to wonder which part of his dick felt better. Mike watched as his cock slid in and out of Samantha's mouth, as if viewing from an alternate reality, still convinced that he was portraying no crime. His pre-cum covered her lips, and she used it to ease the friction while she pumped him with more vigor.

Mike was tempted to put his hands on the girl's head and press her into him, but realized in a moment of lucidity that such an act would indicate control, and he was still in the process of believing he had none. 

And then, in an instant, she stopped. Just like that. Finished. Samantha got up from her knees, backed away and smiled, as she caught a drop of his preliminary juices with her finger, wiping it from her lips. The look of shock on Mike's face was nothing compared to the feeling of depravity in his loins. His cock was too hard to allow it respite. He needed to cum and with morals all but completely dissipated, he wanted to cum inside her. Fortunately, Samantha was a coy tease, and she had no intention of stopping there. What she wanted from her teacher was validation. She wanted him to want her. After making his attempts at humiliation and condescension, she wanted nothing more than for him to know that this little girl was worth the man he was. On second thought, there was something she wanted more. She wanted something inside of her as much, if not more than he did. 

She was patient, though, and she waited. She smiled, cocked her head, licked her lips, did all the things she thought would turn him on, and she waited. She watched as Mike began to grab hold of himself and masturbate, and she vacantly wondered if this would be enough to satisfy him. Not to be outdone, Samantha lifted herself onto the desk behind her and spread her legs. Mike's hand moved faster. Slowly, she dragged her finger from her lips, over her breasts, under her barely-there skirt, and she let him watch as she showed him her lack of underwear, and tickled her clit, never taking her eyes off of him.

Mike wanted to jump her. He was quickly losing the argument with his self-imposed values, as well as with those expressed by the greater society. He hoped that his training, strong character and impeccable standards would have prohibited this entire scene from unfolding, but when it came right down to it, the penis really did have the more controlling head. He took one more stab at it. "We can't do this", he managed to squeak out.

Samantha may not have gotten the validation she was seeking in that moment, but she certainly didn't let it detract from her determination. She slid off the desk as if made of mercury. Mike remained standing against his own desk, cock in hand, hard as ever. Samantha brushed his groin with her skirt, as she took his left hand and placed it inside her unbuttoned shirt and on her breast. The bra was lacey, slightly padded and totally in his way. Yet again, Mike's vision of self-control dissipated like a mirage, and in less than the time it took the idea to enter his head, he ripped off Samantha's shirt, pushed her bra above her firm tits and buried her right nipple into his mouth. He was rough, biting and grabbing and forcing her against him, and she loved every second of it. If it hurt, she didn't notice, and all she felt was Mike's cock pushing into her abdomen. His mouth was now on her other breast, and the under wire of her bra was cutting into her chest. Samantha deftly reached behind her and unclasped the restraint, allowing for full access to her round tits. 

Samantha was thoroughly enjoying the assault, but her crotch was becoming wetter and was begging for attention. She reached forward and holding him by his head, which remained buried deep in her bosom, she quickly spun them around so that she was now pressed up against her teacher's desk. As he briefly released her, she hopped up on the desk and spread her legs, then gently guided his head and mouth lower.

Mike, his dick throbbing, eagerly licked a nipple, then kissed her stomach and hovered over her navel as he sank down to his knees. He was no longer able to claim ignorance or even stupidity; he just plain old wanted to fuck this virtual child. But he also had to be generous, as any gentleman would. Spreading her knees wider with his big hands, he suddenly grasped her around her thighs and pulled her hips toward him, forcing her to lean back and thrust out her chest. Mike's thoughts were a jumble, knowing better, thinking less and caring less than that. As there was a highly limited amount of blood left in his head, he didn't care about his job, his career or even that the door was unlocked. 

He teased Samantha with the tip of his tongue, dancing it around her lips, her hole, her clit, much like she had done to him. She moaned and he was encouraged, and he flicked his tongue against her clit, ever so gently, pausing and waiting for her to beg for more, as he had. Samantha did what no guy is technically allowed to do without permission and pushed him by the back of his head, forcing his mouth into her pussy with a ferocity that echoed his sentiments exactly. He licked hungrily and moved his hand so that he could easily slide one, then two fingers deep inside of her. Penetrating her this way while sucking, licking and groaning without restraint caused a build-up of ecstasy in her that she had never before experienced. Samantha thrust against Mike's hand and mouth, harder and harder and she moaned loudly, causing him to briefly be concerned about the real possibility of being caught. But his worries were fleeting as she flooded him, coming strongly on his fingers and cursing with a "fuck, yeah!" and "oh, fuck, baby!" that made him smile with satisfaction.

Yet, satisfied, he was not. Luckily, she knew it and Samantha had no intention of stopping there. The orgasm was good. Really good. But as much as she was a tease, she wasn't about to leave him blue, nor did she want to miss out on his cock in her wet pussy.

"Get on the desk", she ordered. Mike was clearly distracted, so she said it again, this time with more conviction. Like a good little boy, he obeyed her, standing up, turning and sitting gingerly on the edge of the old, worn wood. His dick was as hard as ever and he couldn't help but stroke it as he stared at her, top open, skirt hiked, breasts heaving. Placing her sexy hands on his chest, she pushed him, implying that he should move back and allow her room. He could only imagine for what and he did as he was told. 

Samantha aided him in lowering his pants and his dick stood tall and ready. She kept her skirt on, but directed Mike to remove his shirt, and she marveled at his impressive upper body. For a fleeting second, she wondered about the ramifications of this deed, and whether this final act was worth the potential disaster it could cause. But, as quickly as the thought surfaced, it sunk again, and she mounted the desk, straddling her teacher and moaning as his hands caressed her body.

The only thing Mike could feel was the heat radiating out of her crotch, which hovered just above his. Samantha reached down and felt his unrelenting hardness, again using his generous pre-cum to coat his cock. Again using her mad skills of treachery, she slowly descended on him, placing just the tip of his dick inside of her. She stopped for just a moment and then pulled him out. Mike's frustration was mounting. He had tried to reject her, however unsuccessfully, and he had tried to reason with her, however fleetingly. But now he wanted her. He hated her, but he wanted her.

Again, Samantha used her toned thigh muscles to lower her body onto him and again she stopped. He growled, quite certain he had transformed into a bear and held her by her hips, pushing her downward. The strength this girl had was inhuman and she resisted him, but only until he stopped trying. With a glint in her eye, she leaned forward and kissed him hard. At the same time, she began bouncing on him, up and down, hard, yet controlled. She slowed, then quickened her pace; she fucked him hard, then softly, then hard again. She was driving him insane and he quickly realized that he loved it.

Succumbing to the pleasure that she was also deriving from her actions, Samantha withheld no longer and swiftly moved on him, faster and harder, pushing her pelvis into him as she did. Her clit rubbed against his hard abs and Mike watched with horror and delight as her tits bounced in his face. He grabbed them, bit them, tongued them with such joy, all the while listening to her mounting screams. He was about cum and he felt himself building to a fervent eruption.

Faster. Harder. She was shouting, moaning, grunting and swearing. With all the anticipation in the world built between the two of them, they both exploded and Mike came hard into her, bucking and forcing her down on him as he did. Samantha's wet juices flowed over him and she continued screaming with what could only be described as the best fucking orgasm she had ever experienced. 

Mike calmed his breathing and enjoyed the sweet sensation of release. He realized that the regret would come later, but this was beyond unbelievable. He again kissed her breasts and his cock twitched with its final appreciation. Samantha again leaned forward and kissed him, this time softly and with more tenderness than passion. He kissed her back and vowed that he would not allow himself to feel the awfulness that he knew he should; at least not for another few minutes.

And that was when the door opened.