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Sara's Journey Ch. 01

By: Captron



It felt as if I were clawing my way up through a long, dark tunnel as I fought my way back to consciousness. I hurt all over. There were needles in my arms and tubes jammed down my throat. At least I was still alive but in a panic I tried to pull the tubes out of my face. I felt two strong but gentle hands push me back into the pillow. "It's alright," a feminine voice said. "Looks like you're going to be just fine." Then she said to someone else, "Tell the doctor she's come around."

"How are we doing this morning?" a male voice said, bringing me back to consciousness. This time the tube was out of my mouth and I felt a little better. I tried to say something but all I could manage was a croak. "That's alright, Sara," the voice continued as the man it was coming from checked my pulse and shined a light into my eyes, "It might take a while for your voice to come back because of the feeding tube. You were comatose for almost two weeks. We thought we were going to lose you."

I looked around the hospital room as the doctor cranked my bed up into a semi-sitting position. There were several vases filled with flowers and a couple of tinfoil helium balloons with "Get Well" on them. "We're going to start you on solid food today and intensify your physical therapy sessions," the doctor went on. "It'll still take a while before you're back to your old self."

I didn't have a clue what my old self was. I didn't even know if I was a boy or a girl. I tentatively reached down to find out and ran my fingers through the soft curly hairs and found the crease. I knew exactly what I was feeling. It was a pussy! I pressed into the cleft and found the silky smoothness of the moist labia, the little clit hidden where the labia came together and the tight entrance to a tunnel of pleasure. All the parts were there and I started to realize why women liked to be touched there.

It took two or three days to get my bearings. I slept a lot, only waking to eat and have my therapy sessions. I was groggy and completely disoriented. When I was finally able to talk, it would only come out as a hoarse whisper and when I tried to say or do something it was like my brain was partially disconnected. It seemed like every time I tried to express myself in some way it would come out sounding real stupid. I noticed too, that my short-term memory was malfunctioning. Everything that I experienced for those first days in the hospital was kind of hazy and dream like.

The days seemed to all run together. I felt like a rag doll that the hospital staff constantly dressed, undressed, washed, twisted, bent, stretched and pleasured themselves by having me do painful and nearly impossible exercises. They would put tight support stockings on my legs and have me do pull ups on a trapeze hanging over my bed or work on a little bicycle pedal gizmo while laying down. It seemed like everyday I would be strapped onto a tilt table and tipped upright until my head started to swim. Finally, I got to the point where I could sit on the edge of my bed and hang my feet over the side. When I got pretty good at doing my exercises in bed, they started carting me off to the therapy room for some real torture. There I worked on learning to walk again along with doing eye to hand exercises and some resistance training.

The first morning that I felt I was finally getting my shit together, a cute little nurse's aid named Jenifer came in with my breakfast after the doctor had made his rounds. She cranked my bed up and put the tray on the little table. I touched her arm and croaked, "Gotta pee," and pointed towards the bathroom.

"Oh no," she said. "I'll get your bedpan."

"Not today," I managed to say in my raspy voice and started to push myself upright and out of bed.

"Ok, ok, let me help you then." She wrapped her arm around my waist and helped me to my feet. I was still weak as a kitten and it was a major effort to cross the room. Jenifer looked a little hefty when I first saw her, but as I clung to her I found that her loose fitting white smock and pants hid a pretty well rounded figure. She had a narrow waist and huge, firm tits. She was a really cute lightly freckled strawberry blond who looked to be in her early twenties. I guess I liked girls.

When we made it to the can I turned around and eased my butt down to the cold toilet seat with my hospital gown bunched up around my waist. The relief felt wonderful and when I was done I pulled myself to a standing position using the handrails on the wall next to the toilet and shakily moved over to lean on the sink. It was a real shock looking at the face in the mirror. Looking back at me was a young girl about nineteen or twenty with shoulder length dark hair and neon blue eyes. The face was vaguely familiar. She was a little haggard and tired looking but with some rest and a little make up she'd be a real beauty.

She? I thought to myself. That was me. "Whoa! Shit!" I moaned to myself as the thought sunk in.

"Are you all right in there?" Jenifer called through the door.

"Fine, I guess," I rasped. "I just don't know who the hell I am."

"I'm sure it will all come back to you in time. Just take it easy. You really shouldn't be over doing it your first day up." She put her arm back around my waist and helped me back to bed.

After I had finished my breakfast and was alone again, I found a little round make up mirror in the nightstand drawer. I raised the blankets on the bed, brought my knees up and positioned the mirror so that I could look at my crotch. The soft rounded vulva was covered in a thatch of dark curls. The crease was barely visible through the thick hair but a little dimple at the top was noticeable. I separated the puffy outer labia to expose the silky folds hidden inside. The wrinkled petals of the inner lips, which could have been an empty scrotum, came together at the top, forming a hood to cover the sensitive knot of the clitoris. As I probed with my fingers, the touch caused the tissues in that area to begin to swell and a glistening drop of thick, slippery fluid formed outside the entrance of the vaginal sheath. I always thought that the female pudendum, in its similarity to an orchid, was one of the most beautiful things in creation, and here I was exploring one of my own.

I was just getting into the sensuality of my pussy when the doctor came back in. "I hear that you have a mild case of amnesia," he said. "I just wanted to reassure you that it's normal in a case like yours."

"Well for beginners, you can introduce yourself," I said in my raspy whisper. "And then you can tell me all you know about me."

"I'm Dr. Richards and I've been your family physician since you were six years old. Does the name `Sara McFarland' ring a bell?"

"Only that I've been called Sara since I woke up here."

"What can you remember?"

"I still know how to wipe my ass, read, write and drive a car, you know, shit like that. I just don't know anything about my life, where I've lived or where we are now. I didn't even know that I was a girl."

"Well, you suffered quite a trauma. You were in a pretty nasty accident and sustained a concussion from a blow to the head. Your injury was healed in about a week and we didn't have a clue why you were in a comatose condition. You were run through the entire battery of tests and we could find nothing wrong with you physically except that your brain activity was extremely low. Everything is back to normal now. If you don't get your memories back in a few days, we'll run some psychological tests to see where we can help you."

"I kind of have the feeling that Sara doesn't live here anymore." 

"Don't you worry. When your family and friends come to visit you'll start to recognize them and things will start to come back to you."

"What ever you say, Doc," I said as he turned to leave. "Oh, by the way, you never did tell me where we are."

"This is the San Diego Memorial Hospital."

"You mean in San Diego?"

"Yes, you've lived here all of your life."

"And how long has that been?"

"Let's see, you were born in 1972 and you'll be twenty this October. You have a long life ahead of you and I'm sure you'll make the best of it."

"After coming back from where I was, you can bet on it."

After my afternoon therapy session, Jenifer, the cute little nurse's aid, came back in with a big stainless bowl of hot water and a stack of towels. "How about a nice sponge bath to freshen up a bit before visitor's hours?" she said. "You're still a little too weak for a sit down bath or a shower." 

"The therapist said that I should move around as much as I could," I said. "I've been making it to the bathroom ok. I think I can handle a shower with a little help."

"You're making real good progress. You'll be back in shape in no time." 

"I hope so. I've got to start finding out who I am."

"Yeah, that's right. You have amnesia."

"It's worse than that, I can't even remember being female." Which was true. I didn't mention that I felt like a dirty old man who would like to have his way with her voluptuous body.

Jenifer helped me out of my funky hospital gown, and then as I sat on the seat in the shower she adjusted the water temperature on the hand held nozzle. "This'll be a lot easier than a sponge bath," she said. "We could shampoo your hair while we're at it."

"You'll have to take your uniform off and get in here with me to do it right and not get all wet."

"If you'd be comfortable with that..."

"Actually, I'd love it. It'd be fun."

When Jenifer had stripped out of her uniform, bra and panties, the only thing I could think was: "Eeyow! What a babe!" She wasn't at all chubby, just well proportioned. Her magnificent tits were perfectly full and round and defied the laws of gravity. Her narrow waist flared out into a beautiful pear shaped ass that barely jiggled when she moved around.

Jenifer closed the shower door behind her then wet my hair down with the hand held shower nozzle. I held the nozzle as she straddled my legs to work the shampoo into my scalp. I couldn't help but notice how her tits bobbled around in front of my face as she did it. Her reddish straw colored muff had droplets of water on it from the over spray and I could see the hint of her feminine cleft through it. I was real tempted to kiss her soft round tummy and run a finger into the enticing slit. 

Once my hair was washed and conditioned, Jenifer soaped up a wash cloth and started scrubbing down my body. She worked the lather over my arms, back, then down my front. "That feels wonderful," I said. It still felt strange having boobs hanging on my chest but when Jenifer ran the wash cloth over them, my nipples hardened along with a wash of pleasure that sent a tingle to straight to my crotch. "I think I'm going to like being a girl," I said.

"That's silly," Jenifer said as she lifted one of my legs and started washing it. "You've always been one."

"I don't know. Even though I can still remember all of my basic skills and stuff, sensual experiences seem different somehow."

"That's weird. And you don't remember who you are?"

"I've been told that my name is Sara McFarland but I remember nothing about my personal life." Jenifer was working her way up my inner thighs with the wash cloth and the heat that had started building when she washed my tits went up a few degrees more. She worked some of the lather into my muff and her finger surreptitiously slipped into the crease of my pussy. I was really enjoying the sensations of being bathed and was not paying much attention to what exactly Jenifer was doing. When her finger touched the tender flesh between my pussy lips I must have let out a low moan.

"Are you tender there? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," she said.

"Oh, no," I said, my already raspy voice sounding an octave lower. "That actually feels quite good. Makes me want to kiss you."

Jenifer blushed clear down to her knees but I could see a spark of interest her eyes. "I, uh...well we better rinse off and get out now," she stammered.

"I didn't mean to embarrass you," I said as she worked the needle sprays over my body. "It's just that everything feels so good now. And you are quite attractive."

"I've never thought...well, you know, with another girl and..." She shut the water off, slid open the shower door and retrieved a handful of towels. "I didn't think you were that way," she continued. "You did have a boyfriend and all." 

"The way I am right now, I don't have a clue what it's like to be a female. I feel like a dirty old man in a girl's body. I'm sure that as time goes on my female parts will cause me to function normally."

"It'll be just like being a virgin again." Jenifer looked off into nowhere as she dried me off. "That would be wonderful," she said quietly to herself.

Jenifer showed me how to wrap a towel around my wet hair and found a cotton nightie in Sara's personal stuff then dried herself off and got dressed. Before I slipped into the nightie, I walked naked out into my room and checked myself out in the reflection of my room window. I thought Jenifer had a cute figure but this body of mine was a real stunner. I looked a little thin, which was to be expected for lying inert for nearly a month but all of the parts were there in spades! As I turned to see the reflection in all directions, my eyes traveled over my full, half cantaloupe tits with their small brown nipples that were distending as I watched, down over to my narrow waist and the sensual flair of my hips. Just beneath a slightly rounded tummy was a perfectly triangular thatch of dark hair covering my pussy. I turned further and looked over my shoulder at a high, tight, pear shaped ass with two little dimples just above it. What I could see of my legs I could tell that they were long and shapely. The first thought that went through my mind was that this body was going to get me into more trouble than I could imagine.

When Jenifer came out of the bathroom after straightening it up she said, "Sara! The people in the rooms across the way can see you." She immediately closed the blinds. "Let me help you into your nightie."

"I was just checking myself out in the reflection. I wanted to know what I looked like."

"Let me tell you, you're absolutely gorgeous. You're the kind of woman who makes men fall all over themselves and make the rest of us women jealous."

"I'm really too skinny," I said as I smoothed the nightie over me.

"I'd die to be skinny like you."

"No, you are totally voluptuous, and shouldn't change a bit." 

"That's sweet of you to say," Jenifer said as she tucked me back into bed. "Would you like to daub on a bit of makeup for visitor's hours?"

"I suppose I'll have to learn someday."

Jenifer pulled a little makeup kit out of the bedside cabinet and rolled the bed tray over in front of me. She opened the kit and picked out some pencils, a lipstick and a couple of small cases of color pallets. I looked the stuff over and shrugged my shoulders.

"This sort of thing almost comes natural to a girl," Jenifer said. "Here, let me help you."

She daubed, stroked and brushed my face for a few minutes then let me put on some lipstick. When we were done, the face in the mirror was a stone fox! 

When visitor's hours started, my first visitor was a slightly unpleasant Lieutenant Clancy of the San Diego Police Department. He was able to give me more details of the accident that had put me in the hospital. Dr. Richards had failed to mention that I had lost my mom, stepdad and boyfriend in the accident. All he wanted was some information so he could possibly issue some citations. Of course my `amnesia' was no help to him at all.

By this time several more people showed up for a visit. Most of them looked to be about Sara's age and I guessed they were school chums. Of course I didn't know anyone but there were a couple of babes in the group that looked as if they'd be fun to fondle. One lady, a tall, severe looking woman who was probably pushing forty, said she was from Sunset Modeling Agency and was looking forward to when I could come back to work. It was nice to know that I at least had a job to go to when I got out of the hospital.

They were all sorry about what had happened to Dennis and wished me a speedy recovery. Trying to make small talk with a bunch of strangers was difficult and I was relieved when Gertrude, the night nurse, came in and told everyone visitor's hours were over.

First thing the next morning Stephen, the dayshift orderly, brought in my breakfast. "I see you're scheduled to do your therapy this morning," he said. "You'll love the therapist who's on today, a real cupcake named Rico. It's a crying shame he's as straight as a Nevada highway."

"That depends on how you look at it," I said. "I might find it encouraging." I suspected that Stephen, not Steve, was gay and his comment had confirmed it.

"Oh, honey, you'll drive him absolutely nuts. I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Stephen was cute and I really liked him. He helped me into the required wheel chair and whisked me out of the room and down the hall. Up till then a burley middle aged woman therapist had been working me through the routine. I seemed to be making good progress in my recovery, so Dr. Richards was having me work on more of a strengthening routine. When we rolled into the therapy room, Stephen didn't need to point out who Rico was. This kid had the kind of body that you'd see in a men's underwear catalog and his skin tight tee shirt and snugly tailored white pants did little to hide the fact. Stephen must have noticed the expression on my face. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "He's cute, isn't he?"

Pretty was more like it. Any lesbian tendencies that I might have had just flew out the window. He was absolutely gorgeous with long dark hair, smooth tanned skin and big dark eyes that almost looked as if he were wearing makeup. When he came over to introduce himself I thought I would get lost in those big brown eyes. He had Stephen roll me over to the treadmill and when he turned to set it up for me I couldn't help but check out his tight little buns.

"Where did you learn to leer like that?" Stephen asked in a low whisper.

"Don't tell anyone, but I was a dirty old man in a former life," I whispered back.

Stephen made a motion like he was zipping his lips closed, locking them then throwing away the key.

I stood and Rico came up behind me and by placing his hands on me in various spots, he showed me how to go through a stretch routine to warm up. As he held my wrists, showing me some arm movements, he was close enough for me to smell the faint scent of a spicy cologne. It was not so strong that it covered the light aroma of his own heady man smell. I could feel the warmth of his body through the thin fabric of my nightie and the hospital robe. I must have unconsciously moved back a little, brushing my ass against the healthy lump in the front of his pants. I could feel a warmth starting in my lower abdomen and flowing right to my crotch, causing a steamy wetness to form there.

Rico stepped away and had me run through the routine on my own. When I was finished, he started me on the treadmill. After a few minutes I shed the hospital robe and I would have shed the nightie if I could have. I did ten minutes on the machine before Rico pulled me off. I could have done more but he didn't want to burn me out. "This may seem light but you'll still feel it in the morning," he said.

Next on the agenda was a short series of resistance exercises on a cable pull machine. Rico was right there to help and guide me with each individual exercise. My little cotton nightie was semi transparent when it was dry, but now that I was starting to perspire a little and the exertion was making my nipples stand out, I had no secrets. More than once I caught Rico sneaking glances at my tits. I couldn't blame him really; I did have a nice pair. When I mentioned that I would feel better working out naked, Rico just groaned. He did find me a pair of nylon jogging shorts and a sleeveless tee shirt to wear next time and suggested that I wear a support bra when I exercise.


Sara's Journey Ch. 01



By the time I was through with my routine, I think Rico was perspiring as much as I was and the bulge in the front of his pants was more pronounced. I really enjoyed having the ability to effect someone like that. Rico turned me over to a female attendant who took me in to the shower room and prepared a whirlpool bath for me. While I soaked in the little stainless steel tub with the bubbles swirling all around me, she took my hospital robe and slippers, put them in a hopper then put my nightie and panties in a small bag. "These will be laundered and returned to you," she said.

When she left to take care of some other business, I lay back in the hot steamy water and let the warm tingly horny feeling take over me. I ran my hands up my torso and over my boobs. I cupped and squeezed them and as my nipples hardened and distended as I pinched them gently, thoughts of having Rico sucking and nibbling on them sent little jolts of pleasure straight to my crotch.

I parted my knees so that the bubbles could flow up over my pussy. I reached down and ran a finger into the slit to find my inner lips swollen and coated with a slippery wetness of their own. I found the little hard knot of sensitive flesh at the apex of my pussy lips and circled it with my fingertip. The sensation was almost too much, but I couldn't seem to stop. I ran my finger down over the silky flesh to the entrance of my feminine sheath and dipped the tip in. It felt warm, slippery and snug as I pushed further in to it. With the heel of my hand pressing against my clitoris, I reached my finger into the tight opening as far as it would go. I found an area up inside that gave me a momentary feeling of having to pee that was immediately replaced with a sensation of indescribable pleasure. As I stroked my finger in and out of me an involuntary moan escaped my lips and the pleasure started building hot pressure deep inside of me. The warmth spread out to my limbs as a delicious tension began to form in all of my muscles. My whole body began to quiver and I was having difficulty breathing as I continued pumping my pussy, reaching for a release.

Surrealistic thoughts of a tongue lapping my pussy and a hard cock pistoning in and out of my tight snatch ran through my mind as I continued working my hand faster and faster over my sensitive spots until I could stand it no longer. Somewhere in the back of my mind I could hear my own raspy female voice cry, "Ooohh," as the tension peaked and burst, sending visions of flashing colors through my brain as my body spasmed uncontrollably. I was lost to the world, wave after wave of exquisite pleasure washing through my body.

I don't know how long I laid in the whirlpool as the last of the wonderful sensations coursed through my body before the attendant came and helped me out of the tub. I was limp as a dishrag but loved the feeling. I couldn't remember ever experiencing anything like it.

I was in a daze all the way back to my room. I didn't even know who it was pushing the wheel chair. Somehow I made it to bed and fell into a blissful sleep until Jenifer woke me for lunch. "You must have had quite a session in therapy this morning," she said as she cranked my bed up and rolled the bed tray over. "Stephen was saying you had Rico all hot and bothered."

"I think it was more the other way around," I said. "I think I'm starting to accept my female sexuality because of him."

"He is a little hunk, isn't he?"

"My God, does he stuff a sock in his shorts or is that real?"

Jenifer gave me a sly grin. "That, you'll just have to find out for yourself."

I could imagine nestling Rico between my thighs as he filled my newly acquired cavity with that marvelous protrusion. Making love to a man seemed kind of weird on the surface but the thought did send a little shiver of delight straight to my pussy and made me start to get wet again. 

To Be Continued...



Sara's Journey Ch. 02



When Jenifer brought in my dinner she said, "How'd ya like to take a stroll in the fresh air?"

"I'd love it!" I said. "It looks absolutely gorgeous outside."

"The grounds are beautiful this time of year and you can see the ocean from here. After dinner I'll have all my work done for tonight and that'll leave me with a couple of hours to kill. Stephen said he'd cover for me."

Jenifer came back with a wheel chair after the dinner dishes had been picked up. "Where are you taking me? Tibet?" I asked.

"Don't worry," she said. "You don't have to ride in it. It's required, and you may burn out before we get back. I've got a secret place I'd like to show you."

I rode the chair until we got outside then Jenifer led me down a paved path. She had been right; the grounds were beautiful with their lush lawns, trimmed hedges and clumps of trees. The sun was warm and there was a refreshing sea breeze. It was so much better than the antiseptic smell of the hospital. "God, Jenifer, this makes me want to strip my clothes off and run naked."

"Just a little further," Jenifer said. She pulled a blanket out from under the wheel chair and handed it to me then pushed the wheel chair into a clump of bushes, hiding it. Just beyond the bushes was a dirt path running under a stand of trees. We followed that for a ways then she held a branch of a bush aside so I could slip through. On the other side of the bushes was a patch of rough grass and an unrestricted view of the ocean.

I helped her spread the blanket then sat down on it. "This is absolutely breathtaking," I said.

"And private too. In all the times I've come here, no one's ever been by," she said as she sat next to me and looked out towards the ocean. "I come here sometimes after work when I want to sort things out. It's so peaceful."

"This is just what I needed," I said.

"I've often thought of bringing someone special here and making love to him."

"Am I the first person that you've shown this place to?"

"Yes, you are. I've never had good luck with relationships."

"That makes me feel special."

"I feel that you are. You know, I've been taking care of you since you were transferred to our ward from intensive care. When I bathed you, I often wondered what kind of girl you were and I would imagine what it would be like to bathe you while you were awake."

Jenifer looked so sweet sitting there, her face surrounded by strawberry blond curls and her luminous green eyes looking up at me. I wanted to run my hands over her voluptuous, well-rounded body. "I'm really new to all of this and I sure could use a friend." I reached over and put my hand on her stockinged thigh just below the hem of her white skirt. "You know, someone to help me learn how to be a girl."

"Did you mean that yesterday when you said you wanted to kiss me?"

Without a word I leaned over and gently brushed my lips against hers. She put her hand on my cheek and kissed me back with her lips slightly parted. One kiss led to another and before long we were laying back on the blanket searching each other's mouths with the tips of our tongues as Jenifer's hand moved up my torso and cupped my breast through the thin fabric of my nightie. Her gentle fondling caused my nipples to stiffen and she gently squeezed them between her thumb and forefinger, sweeping me away in the sensual delights of her loving caresses.

I held her and stroked her torso as she slipped my robe down over my shoulder to expose one of my breasts for her soft lips. Her hand slid down over my abdomen, under the elastic of my panties and over my muff. All I could do was run one hand into her hair and fondle her ample breasts with the other as her fingers gently found their way to the moist crevice of my pussy. I pressed myself into her hand as I parted my legs further and tilted my pelvis up in complete surrender to the electric sensations that were flowing into the core of my being. Before I knew it, soft mewling sounds were escaping my lips and the marvelous sensations of orgasm were washing over my body.

I held Jenifer tight as the waves of sensual pleasure coursed through me. When I returned to a modicum of reality, I kissed Jenifer on her lips, neck, shoulder, and then after unbuttoning her smock, the magnificent mounds being held up and together by her bra. I reached around behind her and deftly undid the restraining article with two fingers, freeing her abundant melons for my lingular caress. I suckled her nipples until they were puckered and distended to their fullest, then tenderly bit them, one then the other.

Jenifer moaned and held me to her, her response fueling my desires even further. I instinctively knew where to touch, for how long and what amount of pressure to apply because of my female senses. As I became totally engulfed in Jenifer's luscious flesh, her hands roamed freely over my body, removing the obstructions of my robe and panties, exposing my bare bottom to the delicious feel of the warm sea breeze.

I stroked my hand up Jenifer's thigh, under the hem of her skirt and was mildly surprised to find tender flesh above stocking tops, rather than panty hose, and no other underwear. The sparse, soft curls of her muff were moistened with dew, signifying her excitement. Jenifer's skirt bunched around her waist and a delicate bouquet from her sex wafted in the air. The faint, tangy aroma drew my attention to that direction. Like a child experiencing something for the first time, I turned and kissed my way down her abdomen as I watched my fingers explore the tender folds of her nether lips. I kissed the soft creases to either side of her muff where her legs met her torso and the sight of the glistening pink petals and the bud straining through the reddish curls invited me to kiss there. 

Jenifer let out a moan as the tip of my tongue made contact with the silky flesh of her feminine cleft and found the hard little knot buried there. I sucked and licked the tiny protuberance, relishing the delicate flavor of her musk. Jenifer's soft thighs alternately pressed against the sides of my head then spread apart to allow me better access to her succulent folds. She lifted my leg and positioned me so that I was astride her face then with hands on my bare bottom, she pulled me down to taste the tender flesh of my pussy as I was tasting hers.

The sensation of Jenifer's tongue lapping my pussy and titillating my clitoris was far beyond anything I could have imagined. I don't think I had ever enjoyed eating a pussy as much as I did Jenifer's. As I pulled the tender labia between my lips and suckled her engorged clitoris while flicking it with the tip of my tongue, the exact sensations I was inducing in her were coursing through my body as she did the same to me. 

As the exquisite pressure increased in my body, spreading an ethereal warmth out to my limbs and back to concentrate in my lower abdomen, Jenifer's body began to tremble, signifying that the same was happening to her. She tilted up her pelvis to press herself into my lingular caresses as she grasped at my bottom, pulling me even tighter to her face. Her soft thighs pressing the sides of my face and the sounds of her muffled moans served to increase the energies building within me until they exploded, sending me into orgasmic delirium. The waves of my climax crashed over me again and again as Jenifer's orgasmic spasms made it difficult for me to maintain contact with her sweet recesses.

Next I knew I was laying on my side in Jenifer's arms tasting my own musk on her lips. We laid for some time, my breasts pressing into hers, her thigh nestled between my legs, kissing tenderly until our spasms subsided. A contentment like I had never felt before spread over me as I held Jenifer's lush body tightly to mine, relishing the feel of her soft lips as she spread tender kisses over my face.

The evening sun was just a few degrees above the horizon when Jenifer finally stirred, stroked my face and softly kissed my lips. "We'd better be getting back," she said. "If we're gone too long, they might send someone to look for us." She slowly stood and helped me to my feet.

"Jenifer, that was the most incredible experience. You've shown me what it's like to be a woman, sensual and alive." I kissed her tenderly on her lips. "I'll never forget this. This was the first sexual experience of my new life. You will always be someone special to me."

"I have never made love with another woman before," she said. "I don't know what came over me. This was a first for both of us."

"Hopefully not a last," I said as I helped her spread her uniform back into place. "You know, I'm still not very secure with who I am in a lot of ways but I'm very attracted to you."

"I'm afraid the attraction is mutual. I just want to fondle and pet you and I've never felt that way towards another woman."

"There's no need to question it. It was a beautiful experience and I hope it never stops. People should be allowed to love one another without regard to gender. It was what I needed to experience my sensuality and start my new life as a woman."

"You won't completely experience your sensuality until you've made love with a man."

"I know. That's where I'll need your help. This body does crave the attention of a man, but my mind finds it difficult to come to grips with it."

Jenifer handed me my panties and hugged me with one arm. "Just relax and let nature take its course," she said. "I'm no expert on men but I'll be there for you if you need me."

My knees were a little weak from the pair of fabulous orgasms that I had just experienced so I was glad that Jenifer had brought along the wheelchair. 

Once back in my room I found my purse and dumped its contents out on the bed, hoping to find more about who I was. There was a ring of keys with a Honda key on it, a wallet filled with cards, lipstick, a half full pack of gum and a plastic container with three tampons in it. I hadn't given much thought to that female function.

In the wallet I found a driver's license, Social Security card, a student I.D., a membership card to a health club and a card that identified me as a Sunset Model along with a half dozen credit cards for gas, department stores and the obligatory Visa and MasterCards. In one of the pockets of the purse I found a bunch of business cards from lawyers, investment brokers, photographers, salesmen, and a dance studio. I knew I'd be using the health club to get into shape and the dance studio would come in handy to get back in touch with my body.

Jenifer came in looking as cute as can be in a short denim skirt, athletic shoes and her magnificent boobs bouncing around unhampered under a loose fitting tank top. "How's it goin'?" she asked as she sat on the bed next to me, smelling wonderful. "I'm just getting off work and I thought I'd stop by before I left."

"I was snooping into my life hoping to remember some of it," I said. "I think I'll be alright if I can get someone to pay the bills on these cards."

"Oooh, let's go shopping," Jenifer said, picking up several of the cards. "Who needs money when you've got credit?"

"I'm going to be on my own when I leave here so I'm going to need the credit to get a place to stay. I'm not going to want to stay in my old house after all that's happened. "

"That won't be a problem," Jenifer said. "I live in a three bedroom place and we're losing one of our roommates at the end of the month. If you'd like, you can share my room until then and take the extra room at the start of next month."

"That would be great, but I wouldn't want to impose."

"You'd be doing us a favor. I was really sweating how I was going to make the extra rent. I've got a king-sized bed and an extra drawer in my dresser."

"Don't forget, I'd find it hard to keep my hands off of you."

"I wouldn't want you to," Jenifer said as she gave me a hug. "Then it's settled. I'll draw you a map so you can find the place. It's going to be fun."

"Great, I'll be looking forward to it."

"I'd better let you get your rest," Jenifer said, kissing me goodnight. "You're going to have a busy day tomorrow."

The next morning while I waited for my therapy appointment, I took a long, hot shower, shaved my legs and armpits and daubed on a touch of perfume. Jenifer had been helping me learn the fine points of feminine grooming but the application of make up seemed beyond me. Every time I tried, I ended up looking like a cheap whore. I may have wanted to act like one, but I didn't want to look the part. Luckily, I was a natural beauty and didn't really need any make up. Once I was all powdered and perfumed, I gave myself one last look over in the mirror on the bathroom door. I just couldn't get used to seeing that young, sweet girl with a body to die for and looks that dreams are made of in the reflection. It was a shame to cover up such natural beauty, but I had to dress for my therapy session with `El Cutie Pie-o' Rico. I slipped the nylon jogging shorts on with out any panties and pulled on a tight tank top over my work out bra rather than the loose Tee shirt. When I pulled my shoulders back, my tits stood straight out and pointed up.

When Jenifer came in with the obligatory wheel chair, I struck a pose. "How do I look?" 

"Holy shit," she said. "You're going to drive poor Rico right over the wall."

"I don't mean to sound conceited, but I don't remember being this sexy."

"You be gentle with the poor boy."

"This'll probably be my last chance to get to him. The doctor is turning me loose this afternoon."

"That's wonderful! Here, here's the map I made for you. It's really easy to find, right off of the freeway. If you have any trouble at all, my phone number is at the bottom. I should be home by about five thirty. I'll pick up something for dinner."

"I don't have to ride to therapy in that contraption, do I?"

"Naw. If you feel like walking, I'll just push it along side. I want to see the look on Rico's face when you walk in."

As we walked down the hall to the elevator, I could feel the power that my body brought me by the way the male patients and hospital staff would stop what they were doing and smile at me. It felt good. I felt sexy, femininely sexy.

We were met by one of the female therapy technicians and she started me on a stretch warm up routine. Rico was busy with another patient when Jenifer and I walked in but I noticed he stopped in mid conversation when he saw us and the patient had to remind him what he was talking about when his attention returned.

"Knock 'em dead," Jenifer said as she turned to leave. "See you in about an hour."

Rico came over as I finished warming up. "We're going to set you up for a stress test this morning," he said, trying to be all business like. "Bernice will attach some probes then we'll monitor your vital signs as you walk the treadmill. It will take about twenty minutes and we will increase the elevation and resistance at regular intervals. If you begin to feel any discomfort at all, let us know at once."

I nodded my understanding as Bernice started sticking the little pads with wires attached to them to my body in about a dozen different places. This was serious business and I gave it my all. Toward the last, after they had moved the treadmill up a couple of notches, I could feel that it was taxing my reserves. "This is phenomenal," I heard Rico say as he studied the readouts. When the testing was completed, I was slightly winded and my legs were tired, but otherwise I felt fine. After Rico and Bernice went over the final results, he motioned for me to come over and sit on one of the padded therapy tables. "According to this," he said showing me the charts from his machines; "You're in better shape than most people who have not been through what you have."

"Dr. Richards says he'll be discharging me this afternoon. I guess I'll have to join a health club for my physical therapy now."

"I'm off work at five every day but I usually stay over for an hour or so to use the facilities for a work out. If you'd like to come by tonight, I'll set you up with an exercise routine to help get you back in shape."

"I'd like that," I said. A strange little knot of excitement formed in the pit of my stomach as I thought of making love to a man for the first time. Rico's looks, his scent and the aura of energy around him seemed to excite me, to draw me to him. Somehow I could tell by the way he looked at me and acted towards me that he could feel the attraction too. I felt very feminine and wanted to be possessed by a man, if only temporarily. 

I met Jenifer about half way to the elevator as she was coming to pick me up. "Boy, you've sure got a shit eating grin on your face," she said. "Things must have gone well for you in therapy."

"For one, I check out ok, except for being a little underweight, so I can be released this afternoon."

"And?"

"I kind of have a date with Rico."

"Kind of?"

"Well, he invited me to come back after hours and who knows what after that."

"I hope it works out better for you than it did for me."

"How do you mean?"

"Last year at the Christmas party he and I ended up naked in the hot tub. We had both dipped in the punch bowl maybe once too often. When I get tipsy I get horny so I jumped his bones. He was all for it and hosed me down real good. The next week at work he was real standoffish. When I finally got to talk to him, he told me it wouldn't work out because he was already in a relationship."

"You know, Rico's single now so he's fair game."

"Maybe a threesome would be fun."

I laughed. "The boy doesn't have a chance with us around," I said, hugging her.

"I think that you're the best thing that's happened to me in a long time," she said as we boarded the elevator. "We're going to have fun."

I had barely enough time to grab a quick shower and pack my bags before Dr. Richards came in to officially tell me I was being discharged from the hospital. All I had left to do was sign out on the paper work down in the admissions office. 

Stephen wanted to push me out in a wheel chair when the taxi came, but I steadfastly refused. He did carry my bags out for me, though. I gave the taxi driver the address and as we drove, I tried to get a feel for the street lay out of the city.

The house was located in an old but fairly nice looking neighborhood. It had a big front porch, all red brick and covered with greenery. The small front yard had a driveway to one side, leading to a garage out back. The cabby helped me with my bags and earned a generous gratuity for his effort. I fumbled through my keys and found the one for the front door and let myself in.

The place was almost as I expected it to be, mismatched furniture, needlepoint pillows, and nick knacks everywhere. It had a good sized living room with a brick fireplace along one wall, a dining room complete with the obligatory imitation Chippendale dining room set and a nice bright kitchen with a breakfast nook. Off of the living room under the stairs leading to the upper floor was a little office with a desk and bookshelves filled with romance novels.

I hauled my bags upstairs and found the one bedroom decorated in powder blue with white furniture and a standard sized canopy bed done in lace and frills which could have only been mine. The rest of the upstairs consisted of a hall bathroom, the master bedroom, all cluttered with men's clothes, shoes and crap and what looked to be a sewing room.

After putting my bags on the bed, I looked into the closet to see what kind of wardrobe I would have to choose from. There were a couple of prom dresses, wrapped in plastic, The usual skirts, blouses, some slacks, jeans, full dresses and of course, lots of shoes. Most everything looked outdated or juvenile. I knew I would have some shopping to do.

The dresser top had a tray of tiny perfume bottles, a mirror and brush set and a row of pictures on it. One picture, of a guy, must have been my boyfriend. The one next to it was of a man and a little girl, which were probably my real dad and me. There was a prom picture and what looked like my senior picture. What a heartbreak that I remembered nothing of the life that I had in this house before the accident.




Sara's Journey Ch. 02



The dresser drawers were filled with the usual socks, panties, bras, and bunched up pantyhose. There were sweaters, tops and a good selection of shorts in some of the other drawers. I found a couple of bathing suits including a relatively conservative bikini. Way in the back of the bottom drawer I discovered a bustier, some G-strings, a couple of real nasty looking bras and several packages of thigh high stockings with various garter belts. That find was totally out of sync with everything else I found in the room.

I found a large suitcase, a garment bag and a small 'carry on' bag in the back of the closet and started packing some of the things that I thought I would need, including the sexy lingerie. While packing, I found a pair of shorts that I liked and a little top that went with it and decided to change out of the clothes I wore home from the hospital. 

I consulted my map for the shortest route to Memorial Hospital. It would be after five by the time I made it to the hospital and I knew that Rico would be doing his workout. By the time I got there, I realized what Jenifer was talking about when she said I'd be losing my virginity all over again. I knew this body had had sex before but I couldn't remember it. The thought was scary but there was a warm knot of excitement burning in the pit of my stomach. 

Rico was doing a set of bench presses on the weight machine when I stuck my head in the door and said, "Hi."

He counted out two more reps then sat up. "Hi," he answered. "Come on in." He wiped the perspiration off of his face and upper body and I couldn't help but admire the lad's physique under the loose tank top. He stood up and as he led the way over to the mat in front of the mirrored wall, the sight of his narrow hips and tight round butt in the Spandex shorts was the picture of masculine perfection. A tingly warmth started spreading out to my limbs and I could feel my nipples harden.

I kicked off my sandals and as I stepped onto the mat, I checked myself in the mirror. My stiff nipples stood right out in the tight fitting top. I glanced up at Rico's reflection in the mirror and saw that he was checking out my nipples too. His gaze made them stiffen even more. "Ok," he said, getting down to business, "Let's start with a warm up stretch routine. Place your feet apart about shoulder width and arch your arms up like this..."

I watched him try the primary pose then turned to him. "Relax your knees a little and keep your elbows slightly bent," he said as he positioned me. "That's good. Now let's try the movement to position two." I turned back to the mirror. "Slowly now, it's a fluid motion." I noticed that the bulge in the front of his skintight shorts was doing the same thing that my nipples were and I wasn't concentrating on the movement. He faced me again, took my wrists in his hands and showed me the movement. I was looking into his eyes and not paying attention to what he was trying to teach me. Our faces were inches apart and it seemed only natural to turn my face up to meet his lips as they descended down on mine. His arms went around me and next I knew I was pressing in to his body with full frontal contact.

I could feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of my little tank top as my breasts crushed against his hard chest. The kiss was long and wet, our tongues touching lightly through our parted lips and his stiffening cock pressing into my pubis. After what seemed to be an eternity, our lips separated, leaving me out of breath and slightly weak in the knees. "I know what you can teach me," I breathed. "I have no memory of ever making love to a man. Teach me what it feels like."

To Be Continued...



Sara's Journey Ch. 03



Rico answered by pulling me tighter to him by running his hands up my back and kissing me again. I couldn't believe the sensations running through my body as it reacted to the feel of his firm musculature and the musky aroma of his clean, sexy sweat. I reached down between us and stroked over the lump in his shorts causing a low moan to escape his throat. I could feel a flow of wet warmth as his thigh pressed into my pussy and I had the uncontrollable desire to wrap myself around him and absorb him into my body any way I could. I was his and he could do anything he wanted with me. He pulled my top up over my tits so that my bare nipples were rubbing the fabric of his top as I inhaled the musky aroma from the crook of his neck and his hairline behind his ear. I kissed the salty beads of sweat from his neck then reached up and took his earlobes gently between my teeth.

I found the hem of his tank top and pulled it up over his chest so that I could feel my tits directly against his skin and the sparse hair covering his chest. He pulled it the rest of the way off as I ran my hands down his muscular back and started peeling his shorts down over his butt. I kissed my way over his chest, teasing his tiny nipples into hard little knots, then down over the rippled terrain of his abdomen until I was kneeling and looking straight at the substantial bulge in the front of his shorts. 

I ran my hand over it, feeling his hardening cock and balls through the smooth fabric. I wanted it! I wanted to feel it in my hand, in my mouth and in my pussy! I peeled the shorts down over his ass and tugged them down around his thighs, revealing the pouch of a nylon G-string that was barely able to contain his stiffening member. Rico ran his hands tenderly into my hair as I pulled the pouch away and down over his bunched shorts. I gently lifted the weight of his balls as I lightly stroked my other hand along the shaft of his penis. At first I could feel the weight of his cock as I held it up to my scrutiny but as I continued slowly stroking it, it began to support its own weight in a turgid upward curve. I pressed my lips against the soft, spongy helmet shaped head and tasted the little drop of fluid forming at the tiny slit. I ran my tongue along the sensitive underside as my lips slid over the helmet's ridge and on to its shaft. With a sucking motion, I pulled as much of the firm shaft into my mouth as I could. 

When the bulbous head pressed against the back of my throat, I laved the underside of the shaft with my tongue as I stroked my lips back to the rim. Still fondling his heavy balls in the palm of my hand, I pressed a finger into the soft perineal flesh just behind them as I sucked his cock in and out of my mouth. I stroked my free hand up the back of his thigh and grasped his firm ass to hold him steady for my oral manipulations. Rico moaned, "Oh baby!" as he held my head in his hands and slightly undulated his hips. His cock seemed to swell and get harder as I continued sucking it and stroking the underside with my tongue. I never knew how wonderful it could feel filling my mouth with hard cock and giving pleasure to a man. I reveled in the sensation of my lips surrounding the turgid shaft and my tongue sliding over the silky skin and the soft knob of its head. I had complete control over his mind and body at this point but all I wanted was to do was to drive this beautiful hunk of a man over the brink of indescribable pleasure.

I felt Rico's ass tighten as his knees buckled slightly. "Oh Sara, Sara baby, I'm gonna come," he gasped. Somehow this excited me and I grasped his ass with both hands, not letting him pull free. I sucked harder and quickened my stroke on that wonderful cylinder of man flesh until he began to spill. This is what I wanted, I thought as I sucked load after load from his erupting penis and tried to swallow as much as I could. He let out a groan as he pumped his hot seed down my throat then pulled free when he could no longer stand the stimulation.

He sank to his knees and pulled me to him as he kissed me and licked the few drops of his semen off of my face that I was unable to swallow. "Sara, I'm so sorry," he whispered into the crook of my neck. "I've never done that before. I tried to warn you."

"That's all right," I said. "I wanted to feel you come and taste your fluids." I kissed his soft, sweet lips and pressed my tits into his chest as I sought his tongue with mine. He pressed me back onto the mat, our lips still locked together, and stroked his hand up my torso to massage my breasts. 

Rico's hand was soon joined by his mouth and the sensation of him nursing on me and gently biting my swollen nipples sent electric bolts of pleasure straight to my pussy. I was moaning as I stroked his back and ran my hand into his dark hair. The warm tension forming in my abdomen and spreading to my extremities caused me to undulate my body under his caresses. "God, you have beautiful tits," he breathed as he continued suckling and biting my nipples. His hand stroked down over my tummy and he deftly unsnapped the front of my shorts. His fingers found their way past the opening and into the hair of my muff. He cupped my sopping pussy in his hand and slipped a finger between the swollen folds to slide over the sensitive flesh hidden there. A small cry of delight escaped my lips as his fingertip stroked up my slit and circled my clitoris causing an orgasmic wave to wash over me.

There was no release or relief from the orgasm. I stayed at that plateau with the waves still washing over me, diminishing ever so slightly as he kissed his way down my abdomen, leaving a burning sensation everywhere his lips or tongue touched my body. He continued massaging my tits until he reached the opening in the front of my shorts and his lips were brushing the curly hairs exposed there. I raised up slightly so that he could slide my shorts from under my ass and down over my thighs, then off, raising my legs into the air. The burning kisses continued down my inner thighs until I felt him nuzzle in the damp hair of my pussy. The tip of his tongue parted the swollen labia and gently probed the opening of my vagina before sliding upwards and brushing over the hard knot of my clitoris. My waves of orgasm became the storm tossed breakers of a raging sea as he sucked and licked the little knot.

I held his head in my hands not knowing whether to push away from the exquisite torture or press myself into it to increase the erotic pleasure. I was gasping for breath as the waves increased in their intensity, tightening every muscle in my body, until I exploded in an orgasmic frenzy.

Next I knew, I was being held, my breasts pressing into a muscular chest, and lips pressing on to mine. I could taste my own musk on his mouth as his tongue found mine through our parted lips. I wrapped my legs around him and I felt the hard shaft of his turgid cock pressing into the soft folds of my cunt. I reached down as he lifted himself slightly and positioned the helmet shaped tip of his cock at the entrance of my hot chasm. He pressed down, pushing in to me, stretching the slippery walls of my cunt until I was completely filled with him, his pelvis pressing against the spread lips of my pussy and his balls brushing my ass. The sensation was incredible as he pulled nearly all of the way out of me then pushed in again and again, then again.

I was delirious with ecstasy as he continually embedded his hard throbbing cock in my grasping pussy. I held him tight, arms around his neck and legs around his waist as I raised my pelvis to meet his every thrust, taking as much of him into me as I could with every stroke. Each time I was partially emptied then refilled seemed to pump up an internal pressure deep within me that burned with the intensity of the sun. I lost all perception of my surroundings as the orgasmic explosion crashed over me and my body was wracked with involuntary spasms. My ecstatic delirium caused me to squeeze down with my vaginal musculature gripping the marvelous intrusion in my pussy even harder pulling Rico along with me in orgasmic fury. 

The climax didn't seem to let up even long after all movement stopped. The feeling was absolutely wonderful, being held, having Rico nestled between my quivering thighs, his weight on me and his still hard cock buried deep inside of me. After a while, when my breathing had returned to normal, I kissed his neck and whispered to him, "I had no idea that it would be so wonderful."

"Neither did I," he answered.

"You've had sex before, haven't you?" I asked, surprised.

"Of course I have," he said. "I meant with you. What we had was not just sex. It was something beyond that. I've never been with anyone as completely giving as you or as beautiful."

"Why thank you," I said as I felt his complement make me start to blush. "You know, you are very beautiful, too. I love the way you touch me. I've wanted you to be the first to make love to me in this life since the first time you put your marvelous hands on me."

"`In this life?' What do you mean?"

"Since I woke up in the hospital as a girl."

"You were something else before?"

"I don't know for sure, but I don't remember anything about being female. It was like being a virgin when I walked in here tonight."

Rico looked deep into my eyes. "Look, I don't want this to end here tonight. I want to see you again. You know, go out, do things together, have fun. There are probably lots of things that you don't remember and I'd like to be the one that shows them to you."

"That's really sweet of you and I'd like that very much. There are some things that I do remember and some loose ends that have to be tied up before I can really get involved with my life."

"If there's anything I can do to help, just let me know and I'll be there."

"Maybe I can tell you more of what I know about myself later, after I get some things taken care of. Until then, I'll just have to be your mystery lady."

"Sounds good," I said as he stood and pulled me to my feet. I liked Rico a lot. He was really sweet and thoughtful. I liked him even more when I noticed him discarding a used condom in the trash. I didn't even think about that. I could have gotten pregnant. I had no idea what my menstrual cycle was. I vowed to be more careful in the future and start on birth control . Rico had a little shower stall in the bathroom off of his office. He scrubbed me down and then I scrubbed him down and we almost got in to it again, except that he said he only had the one condom. It was fun playing slip and slide over each other's soapy bodies. I loved the feel of his tight body under my hands as I worked the lather over him. 

After we rinsed off, we padded out to the hot tub, dripping wet, and Rico fired up the jets. The hot, steamy water really felt good. There was enough room in the sunken, tiled tub for at least a half dozen people. I floated across the bubbling surface and gave Rico a little kiss. He fondled my buoyant tits for a minute then said, "Have I known you long enough for you to give me your phone number?"

"I would, but I'm not going to be living at home. Jenifer has invited me to stay with her for a while."

Rico got a serious look on his face. "Maybe there's something I should tell you," he said.

"Don't worry about it," I told him. "Jenifer has told me all about last Christmas. I'm sure things would have been different if you hadn't had a girlfriend at the time."

"I really liked Jenifer a lot. It's just that it's been so..."

"You don't need to worry about it. I would have no objections if you wanted to see Jenifer. Hey, we might even double team you when you least expect it."

"How come you are like a girl out of my wildest fantasy?"

I laughed. "You don't want to know. How did you get the name `Rico'? You don't look Hispanic."

"My given name is Richard David Monterey. My relatives were given a Spanish land grant here in California back in the seventeen hundreds and have lived here since. When my friends in high school found out about it, they tagged me with `Rico' and it stuck. I'm really no more Spanish than Mr. Smith down the street is English."

"I'll still think of you as my `Latin lover,'" I said as I nuzzled his ear and lightly kissed the side of his neck.

"I like that, it holds promise," he said, stroking his hands over my water slickened skin.

"My fingers are starting to get all puckery," I said, showing him. "I think it's time I got out." I gave him a little kiss then started to climb out of the tub. I glanced back at him and caught him staring at my snatch from behind.

He smiled sheepishly. "Nice view from here," he said.

I bent down and kissed him again. "I think I like being looked at. It makes me feel sexy," I said.

"You are the most incredibly sexy woman I've ever seen. It's going to be difficult to maintain a professional detachment when you come in for your visits."

"I'll try not to tease you too much here, but I won't make any promises for elsewhere."

"Speaking of elsewhere," he said, following me out of the tub, "let me give you my phone number." He grabbed two towels from the stack nearby and dried me off briskly, leaving my body tingling like no one but a physical therapist could do. He dried himself off while I went out to the therapy room to retrieve my clothes.

When I returned, he was coming back from his office, the towel draped nonchalantly over one shoulder. Before I had a chance to start putting my clothes back on, he took me in his arms once again and kissed me deeply, holding my naked body next to his. I started to get all turned on again, feeling myself pressing against his firm musculature, his semi erect cock rubbing along my lower abdomen. "Whoa," I said. "I'd better go before we get tangled up again and I risk getting pregnant."

"We wouldn't want that just yet," Rico said, handing me his card. "I wrote my home phone number under the other one. Call me any time or from any place. I'll accept the charges."

"I'll try not to run up your bill too bad," I said as I reached out and gently stroked his semi rigid cock.

"You'd better stop that or you'll get yourself in trouble."

"I never really realized how beautiful a penis could be. I'd better go. Save some for later." I kissed him one more time and made my way out through the therapy room. 

By sheer luck I found my way on to the freeway and followed Jenifer's directions to her apartment complex. I found a parking spot out front and grabbed my carry on bag and cosmetics case. I rang the buzzer over her mailbox and a scratchy voice greeted me over the tiny speaker. "Hi, Jenifer? This is Sara."

"Oh hi Sara, this is Lisa. We've been expecting you. Come on up."

The gate buzzed and I pushed through it. Apartment three ninety-seven was on the third floor, of course. I was greeted at the door by a blond in a thong bikini who looked as if she were ordered up by a drunken Chicano who was prone to exaggeration. "Hi, I'm Lisa," she said and invited me in. She had the classic cute face and a body that was unbelievable. Her tits almost looked out of proportion to the rest of her frame and obviously didn't sag because her flimsy top couldn't have held them the way that they stood out. I noticed that her firm round butt had very little jiggle to it as I followed her in and her waist couldn't have been more than seventeen inches around.

"Here, let's put this stuff in Jenifer's room for now," Lisa said, taking my carry on bag from me. "She ran to the store to get some things for dinner. She'll be right back." On our way through the living room, she pointed to the guy on the couch who was engrossed in a basketball game. "That's my boyfriend, Dewey."

He looked up, did a double take and said, "Hi." with a stupid grin on his face. He was a punk/surfer looking kid and I wondered what she saw in him.

"Glad to meet you," I said.

"Jenifer's got the biggest bedroom," Lisa said. "You'll be comfy in here 'till I leave, then you'll have my old room." We put my bags down on the floor. "The bathroom's over here," she continued, pointing down the hall. "You got more bags?"

"A suitcase and a garment bag down in my car."

"You parked on the street? Why don't you move it around to the garage? You can use my card. My car's in the shop and I won't get it back before I move out, so you might as well park in my spot."

"That'd be great. Where's the entrance?"

"Round back. There's an elevator down there you can use. I'll have Dewey help you with your stuff."

"That's ok, it's only two bags."

"No problem," Dewey said from the living room, "I'd be glad to do it."

Lisa showed me the rest of the apartment before I went down. "This is Marcy's room. It's always a disaster." And it was. You could hardly tell that there was a bed under the pile of clothes, shoes and blankets. "My room," Lisa continued, opening the door to a disaster in island motif with a mattress on the floor, a fish net hanging from the ceiling and surfer posters all over the walls. From there, she showed me in to the kitchen. "Everybody takes care of their own mess and we all have our own shelf in the fridge. Oh, and ice cream in the freezer is fair game."

"Sounds reasonable to me."

I moved my car around back to the garage and Dewey was standing in the parking spot, waiting for me. As he stood there, hands on hips, I could see what Lisa probably saw in him. His loose fitting surfer trunks bulged way out in front and it looked like the head of his dick almost reached the hem of the left leg. He must have thought he was really sexy with his Hawaiian shirt open all the way and his bony chest showing.

The suitcase I packed weighed a ton so I let him carry that. He pulled it out of the trunk with a grunt. "Whatcha got in here, your rock collection?" he complained. I smiled sweetly over my shoulder as I led the way to the elevator. 

After the doors slid shut and we started up, his eyes unabashedly traveled over my body. Then with a leer, he said, "You're quite the babe. You wanna go out sometime?"

"What about Lisa?"

"Oh, we see other people sometimes."

I'll bet, I thought to myself. You see other people sometimes, you sleaze. I kind of felt sorry for Lisa. "I don't think so," I said. "I've got a boyfriend and I'm a one at a time kind of girl."

"Don't know what you're missing."

Yeah I do, I thought to myself.

Jenifer was in the kitchen unpacking the grocery bags when we came in. "Hi, you made it," she said. About that time, screams, moans and grunts could be heard coming from Lisa's bedroom. "There they go again," Jenifer said. "I sure won't miss that when they're gone."

"What? They just rut like animals without a care about who hears them?"

"This goes on all of the time. You'd think it'd make me horny, but all it does is disgust me. No class at all. Let's make a batch of Margaritas and go down by the pool to celebrate your new life."

"You bet!" I said. "I could use a little libation to ease the stress of the day."

The apartment complex was a typical singles set up with a big pool, hot tub and a work out room all filled with half naked singles even though it was a weeknight. We were just starting on our margaritas when Jenifer spotted a cute, freckled, mousy blond in a tweed skirt and a rumpled blouse coming through the gate. "Marcy! Over here," she called to her.

Jenifer introduced us then Marcy said, "I've got good news and I've got bad news. The good news is that I won't be being sexually harassed by that ambulance chasing shylock son of a bitch asshole of a boss anymore."

"Marcy is a legal secretary," Jenifer said to me.

"The bad news is that I'm going to have to move out," Marcy continued. "I accepted that job up in LA and I start Monday."

"Did you give notice today?" Jenifer asked.

"Fuck no! I quit on the spot and walked out. Feels so good. I'm free!" Marcy said as she spun around with her hands in the air. She plopped down on the grass, cross-legged, facing us. "Ooh, margaritas, may I?" Then, without waiting for an answer, she picked up the blender and took a long drink from it. "I'm really sorry," she said wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "I hope you guys can cover the rent."




Sara's Journey Ch. 03



"We may not have to," I said. "I was going over some papers I found in my house and I think the place is paid for. I'm going to talk to my lawyer tomorrow and find out what's going on with my parent's estate. The place is up in Mission Hills. Looks like a real nice neighborhood."

"That is nice up there," Marcy said. "Now you can leave the `Hoot Hounds' to deal with this place."

"You mean Lisa and Studly Hungwell?" I laughed.

"Yeah, doesn't he have a root on him though? Too bad it's attached to such a scumbag."

"I don't know how Lisa can put up with him," Jenifer said. "He's always hitting on both of us."

"Me too," I said. "He made me an offer while we were bringing my bags up. Told him I had a boyfriend."

"Speaking of which," Jenifer said, "did you stop by and see Rico tonight?"

"You mean that mega cutie that works at the hospital with you?" Marcy asked. "Now there's buns to die for."

"Yeah, I stopped by for a little visit," I said, laying back in the lounge chair and hugging myself.

"Tell us about it," Marcy said.

"And you lost your virginity, huh?" Jenifer said.

"You were still a virgin!?" Marcy said.

"Not really," I told her. "I just didn't remember."

"So? Tell us about it," Jenifer said.

"Gawd! It was absolutely wonderful!" I moaned. "And Rico is so sweet. I had no idea sex could be that good. I'm hooked."

"I can't stand any more of this," Marcy said. "I've got to go start packing." She stood and brushed her skirt off. "Just thinking of getting hosed by that little hunk makes me want to get out my little toys. We got any `C' batteries?"

We all laughed as Marcy headed towards the stairs. Jenny turned to me. "So you might get the house. That's incredible!" she said.

To Be Continued...



Sara's Journey Ch. 04



We were just finishing up with dinner when the phone rang. Marcy picked it up and after a few words said, "Sara, it's for you."

"Sara, hi. This is Heather," the voice said. "I'm your step-sister from New York. I spoke with your doctor this afternoon and he said you had amnesia. Do you remember me?"

"I still don't remember anything from before I woke up in the hospital," I said. I've been doing okay, though."

"Man! It took me forever to track you down. Luckily the night nurse at the hospital knew you were staying with Jenifer. Anyway, now that you are up and around, I'd like to go ahead and have your mom's and my dad's ashes interred. It won't be a big deal. We had a memorial service before the cremation and everybody came to that. I specifically wanted to wait at least until you were better before I finally laid Mom and Dad to rest."

"I don't remember anything about them. It even seemed like I was going into someone else's house today when I got some of my things."

"I'm so glad that you have someone to be with through all this. The nurse at the hospital said Jenifer was really sweet. I can't wait to see you again. I'll be flying in late Friday morning and check into a hotel. I've tentatively scheduled the service for three Friday afternoon. Will that be okay with you?"

"That's fine with me," I said. "My schedule is really open at this point."

"I'm planning to spend the weekend. Maybe I can get you to remember some of the mischief we used to get into when I would come visit in the summer. Why don't you plan to stay with me while I'm there so we can find some new mischief to get into."

"That would be great. Sounds like fun."

"Is everything okay?" Jenifer asked after I hung up.

"Yeah," I said. "I have to go to a funeral Friday and I have nothing suitable to wear." I looked down at Jenifer. "Problem is I'd use my cards but I don't know how much is on them already and I don't want to start off my new life buried in debt."

"As much as I hate to admit it, you're probably wise," Jenifer said.

"What size do you wear?" Marcy asked. "You and I look to be about the same size except that your butt is a little higher off the ground."

"All I know for sure is that my bra size is thirty four 'C' because that's what the label says."

"I've got something that might work," Marcy said. "It's a charcoal pinstripe skirt suit that was always a little long for me. I was going to have it tailored, but I never got around to it."

I followed her into her room and she pulled the suit out of her closet. I tried the jacket on over the henley and it fit perfect. I shrugged off my shorts and slipped into the skirt. It felt weird wearing a skirt, but when I checked it out in Marcy's mirror, it looked right. The hem hit me about four inches above the knee, a little short but it sure made my legs look good.

"You've really got to try it with heels on," Jenifer said as she leaned in the doorway.

"I don't know if I'm ready for heels yet," I said. There was at least a dozen pair in Sara's closet but I left them there optioning for the more comfortable looking flats, tennis shoes and, of course, the Berkenstocks.

"You're going to have to start sometime," Jenifer said. "You look to be about a size seven." She left for a minute then returned with a pair of shoes in her hands. "Try these," she said handing them to me. They were plain black pumps with about a three-inch heel. I slipped right in to them.

Just standing there in them wasn't too bad but walking was a whole different experience. The wobbly feeling of the high heels was complicated further by the restrictions of the hem of the skirt. I walked out into the living room and only started to get the hang of it when I tried imitating a sexy walk, knees together, short steps and by putting my whole foot down at once rather than heel toe. "There, now you got it," Marcy said.

"So that's why women in skirts and heels walk this way." I said.

"Yeah, we've got no choice," Jenifer said. "You'll have to wear something besides the henley under the jacket."

"How about a lacy black bra and maybe a black silk scarf to kind of hide the dynamite cleavage," Marcy said. "I love this!" she added. "It's just like playing dolly dress up with our own life sized Barbi Doll."

"I might have something," I said. They followed me into Jenifer's room. I dug into the carry on bag where I had packed all of my undies and pulled out a black lace bustier, the matching G-string and a pair of charcoal stockings.

"Oh my God," Marcy whispered as I stripped down and put the little outfit on. "Don't let anyone see you in that. You'll start a riot."

"Where did you get that?" Jenifer asked. "That's completely out of sync with every thing else you've got."

"I found a whole bunch of stuff like this buried in my bottom drawer at home."

"Looks like you had a kinky side to you."

"Nothing looks like it was ever worn. They're probably gifts from my boyfriend." I slipped the skirt and jacket back on and checked out the outfit in the mirror. The bustier pushed my tits up and together, as if they weren't up and together enough, leaving just a hint of lace showing under the lapel of the jacket. Jenifer found me a black silk scarf and we tried it several ways. Marcy had a black pillbox hat with a fishnet veil that set the outfit off perfectly. "You'll knock 'em dead at the funeral in that get up," she said.

"Or get a rise out of those already that way," Jenifer said. Then she looked at me. "Oh, sorry." 

"Don't worry about it," I told her. "This is going to be a festive occasion."

"Whose funeral is it?" Marcy asked.

"My Mom and Stepdad's," I said. "I still don't remember anything about them. I just hope to meet some of the people I'm related to."

"I'm sure you'll make an impression," Marcy said.

I will admit, I looked good. The short skirt, stockings and heels made my legs look like they went on for days and the round moons of my tits poking up out of the opening of the jacket was almost too much. I liked it!

"Maybe we should do something with your hair," Jenifer said. "You know, something more subdued, like a French braid, to tone down your wild, sexy look."

My hair fell naturally to my shoulders in thick dark brunette waves and all I had done with it since I woke up in the hospital was to blow dry it and brush it out. It did give me a wild and free look that might not be appropriate for a funeral. "Maybe that would be a good idea," I said. "And I will need some help with my make up. Every time I try putting some on, I end up looking like a whore."

"Shit, you're drop dead gorgeous with out any," Marcy said.

"A touch of eye shadow and a hint of blush is all you'll need," Jenifer said. I was fortunate that I had dark, thick eyelashes. Putting on mascara and eyeliner really bugged me. "We can do all that in the morning before you leave and you'll be all ready for the festivities when you get there." Jenifer had to go in to work Friday so Marcy helped me with my make up and fixed my hair. It took some getting used to driving my little Honda in the tight skirt and heels but I managed. Heather met me out in front of the mausoleum. I didn't know what to expect and was surprised to see that she was a scrumptious blue-eyed blond a little shorter than me but with much larger breasts. We gave each other a big hug then she held me at arm's length. "My God! You have grown!" she said. "You were about sixteen when I last saw you and looked all gawky with long legs and no tits. You have changed."

We went in and met the Pastor of Mom's church at the crypt. Standing there waiting were several other people. After the short service we all gathered outside and as they all were giving their condolences I explained that I had amnesia from the accident and didn't remember anyone. My Uncle Jimmy introduced himself followed by a striking woman named Rebecca Longport who was the wife of my Dad's boss. A young man named Jeremy Baker came over and took my hand. "I was a very good friend of your parents," he said. "I am also your family's attorney. When ever you're ready, I'd like to go over your parent's estate."

"I don't remember anything about my former life at all," I reminded him. "So I really have nothing to get over. I'm pretty much free any time you'd like."

How about Monday afternoon? About one?"

As I checked out our family attorney, taking note of what a good looking guy he was, I saw that he wore no wedding ring. "Monday at one would be fine," I said.

Both Heather and I watched Jeremy as he left. "What a hunk!" Heather said. "If I didn't live on the other side of the country I'd make it a point to jump his bones."

"We'd have to draw straws to see who went first," I said.

"My, but you have changed!" Heather said, "You were always such a little prude."

Rebecca Longport came over and gave us each a hug. "I would really like to have you both over for lunch Sunday if you're free. Come early and we can go for a swim."

"I'd love to but my flight leaves at eleven," Heather said.

Rebecca wasn't what you'd call a beautiful woman but there was something about her that was downright sexy. "Sara, you must," she said. "I won't take no for an answer."

"You really should," Heather said. "You'll have fun."

"It does sound nice," I said. "A relaxing Sunday poolside is probably just what I need."

"Then it's a date," Rebecca said as she turned to go. Heather and I followed her to the parking lot and headed to her hotel.

As soon as we got to her room, Heather bounced on the big king sized bed while I ripped off my high heels. I let out a sigh of relief as I stood flat-footed on the plush carpet. "That's the price we women pay for sexy legs and tight butts," Heather said. "Ohhh, this bed is so nice," she added "We could get into some real trouble here."

"I've been getting into enough trouble lately. I should try to be a good girl from now on," I said as I stripped down to my lingerie.

"Ee yow! You don't look much like a good girl in that outfit. Frederick's of Hollywood?"

"I don't know. I found it stashed way in the back of a drawer."

"Our little Sara must have had a kinky side to her."

"I think it was more like trying to break away from a little girl syndrome. Mom dressed me like a fifteen-year-old. It's kind of nice dressing this body in sexy things. I like looking at my new self in the mirror. It's weird, when I do, I feel like a dirty old man looking at a hot young babe in the reflection."

I sat on the bed, unfastened my garters and rolled my stockings down my legs. After I shed the bustier, I went to my suitcase to find something comfortable to put on. "You don't seem to have a problem being sensual, do you?" Heather said. "The way you move is so sexy."

"It just seems natural."

"Do you like girls?"

"Oh, you bet! I guess I could be considered a female bisexual now because I'm attracted to men too." "I think we're all bisexual to a certain extent. Now I feel more incestuous than ever before." She grabbed my hand and pulled me on to the bed and started tickling me. I laughed and squirmed and tried to either get away or tickle her back but she had the advantage on me. When we finally stopped to catch our breath, she had me pinned down to the bed. "What did you mean by that last remark?" I asked.

"When you and I would wrestle and tickle each other I would get so wet. And after, when I was tucked into bed and the lights were turned out, I would have to stroke myself to find relief. I fantasized about you all of the time."

"You mean I effected you that way?"

"You were totally innocent, I was the nasty one. I still am and you still effect me that way," Heather said as she lowered herself down on top of me and kissed me on the lips. Her kiss was not the least bit sisterly, but more like that of a lover.

Heather pressed her thigh between my legs and her tongue sought mine through our slightly parted lips. My response to her was like a young girl allowing herself to be seduced by an older, more experienced woman. I couldn't help but react with a warm tingly sensation in my abdomen as her hand found its way up my torso to cup and fondle my breast. She kissed down the side of my neck, raising chill bumps over my body, and when her lips encircled one of my distended nipples and sucked on it, I was gone. Somewhere in the background, I could hear myself moaning.

I helped Heather out of her jacket and started unbuttoning her blouse. I stroked my hands down her back, over her butt and found the catch and zipper on her skirt. As we kissed, fondled and stroked each other in a mad, rolling scene of blind passion, her jacket, blouse and skirt ended up in a pile on the floor. I was delighted to see that she wore her lace panties on the outside of her garters as I slipped them over her ass and down her thighs so that they ended up on the pile of clothes on the floor. Our lips met once again as my hand traveled up her thigh and my fingers found their way into the wheat colored thatch covering her pubis. Her crease was steamy wet and opened by the swelling of inner labia. I stroked over the soft slippery tissue and entered her opening with the tip of my finger. 

I looked into Heather's lust glazed eyes as I unfastened her bra with my free hand and she shrugged it off, allowing me free access to her bounteous mounds of flesh. She positioned one of her nipples over my mouth and I gently pulled it in between my lips and nibbled it while my hand continued playing over the steamy folds of her sex. I could hear Heather moaning and gasping for air as my simultaneous digital and oral manipulations sent her over her peak.

I held her in my arms, her tits crushing into mine, as she kissed me deeply and probed my mouth with her tongue. Her hand traveled over my belly then under the waistband of my G string panties and into my muff. She stroked my pussy, parting the labia with her fingers, then, while pressing the heel of her hand against my clitoral region, she dipped her finger into my dripping snatch. As she manipulated my lower regions, stirring the erotic sensations to a fever pitch, her lips and mouth were all over my face, neck, torso, then finally concentrating on my tits. I held her head to my breasts and stroked her ass as my body undulated beneath hers in the throes of orgasm.

I kissed and fondled Heather's huge tits, each one more than two hands could hold, and sucked her nipples into hard knots as she moaned and pressed her muff into my thigh. I rolled her over on to her back and kissed my way down over her rounded abdomen and nuzzled into her fragrant muff. I ran my hands under her thighs and parted her sweet pussy lips with my fingertips to give my tongue access to the silky pink flesh there. As I sucked the hard little knot of her clitoris into my mouth and flicked it lightly with the tip of my tongue, reveling in the heady aroma of her sex, I could feel her pull my G-string off and position herself between my thighs. 

Heather stroked my ass and pulled me down closer so that she had better access to my quivering flesh. The sensations of her mouth and tongue on my sensitive pussy was absolutely incredible and with her lingular manipulations, she had me hovering at the brink of an orgasmic explosion. Her soft inner thighs pressed against either side of my head as I laved her tender flesh and I could feel by the tension in her body that she was nearing her climax also. Jolts of hot pleasure shot through my body as Heather's body began to undulate in orgasmic spasms. For a moment a bright flashing light overwhelmed my consciousness as my own climax crashed over me.

With the climactic aftershocks still coursing through my body, I was in Heather's arms once again and covering her face with kisses, licking my own nectar off of her face. "My god, that was wonderful," she breathed.

To Be Continued...



Sara's Journey Ch. 05



"Heather you sure know how to make a girl feel good." I said when my senses returned to normal.

"I don't think I could have done anything like that if you were still your old self. You're my nasty little sister now and that's what I've always wanted to do with a little sister. I could just lay here and fondle you all night long."

"I'll let you," I said, cupping a generous handful of her tit and kissing the nipple. "You know, I really like being your little sister. It's funny, now that I don't know who I was I feel like I have always loved you but somehow everything is different."

"I know how you feel," Heather said. "Now all of my adolescent fantasies have come true."

"You must have been a nasty little thing."

"I got it from my dad's side of the family."

"You're probably right," I said. "Now we can really have fun together."

"We're going to have to fuel up if we're going to have more fun," Heather said. "I'm hungry, how about you?"

"Now that you mention it, I could eat a horse."

Heather rolled over to the side of the bed, picked up the phone and punched in the number of the front desk. "This is Heather Hillberg room two oh six. I would like to order some dinner. Yes, thank you." There was a short pause, "Yes, I would like two filet mignon dinners, both medium, with rice pilaf and tossed salads, one with ranch and the other with vinaigrette. Oh, yes, and a bottle of Dom Perignon, fifty-seven, with an order of strawberries. No fifty-seven? Yes, a sixty three will do, Thank you."

"How did you know?" I asked.

"That was always your favorite dinner."

"The champagne is a nice touch."

"That's what the sophisticated New York woman does when she celebrates good endings and new beginnings."

I stroked my hand down Heather's curvaceous torso. "Is having an afternoon tryst with some sweet young thing part of that sophistication?"

"That's a taste I picked up in college. I had some pretty randy roommates and most of the guys we went out with were such jerks we had to depend on each other for sexual fulfillment."

"Any cute guys in your life now?"

"I still keep in contact with an Assistant English Professor that I went with in my senior year. He was real good in bed and fun to be with, but those in the academic life don't really have a grasp of the real world. He wanted me to stay and work on my master's and maybe get married. I felt I needed to have a life of my own before I started sharing it with anyone."

"Did you love him?"

"I thought I did until I met Andre'. Now that was a torrid love affair! That man had me wrapped up, mind, body and soul. He was a user though. I got tired of supporting him while he fucked every model he had pose for him. Right now I'm dating a struggling playwright. He's had a couple of Off-Broadway plays that were pretty good. I met him through some investors that are supporting a play he's working on now that looks like it's going to be a hit."

Heather had me tell her all that has happened to me since I woke up in the hospital. I described my trysts with Jenifer and Rico in full wet detail.

Heather kissed me, taking my breath away as she stroked her hands over my body. "You know," she said, "I'm going to love having you for a sister now."

I was just starting to get steamed up for another round when there was a knock on our door. "Whoa," I said. "Don't you think we'd better throw something on before we let room service in?"

"Hell no. I like to show off this body. It'll give the room service waiter a little treat. If he's cute, we can have him as an appetizer."

"Heather, you're incorrigible."

She winked at me as she slipped her high-heeled shoes back on then crossed the room to answer the door. She was so cute in only her garters and stockings and I was amazed at how her boobs just stood right out there without even a hint of sag for how big they were. She looked through the peephole then opened the door wide and stood right in the opening.

The room service waiter's eyes went wide and his face turned red. He stood there, dumbfounded, for a few seconds then remembered he was there for a purpose. "Uh... room service?" he stammered.

"Sure, come in," Heather said, standing aside.

He was cute. He was about college age, tall with blond hair, and he appeared to have a good build under his red waiter's jacket. He pushed the cart into the room, trying to keep his eyes off of me as I lay across the rumpled bed. "Would you like for me to serve you?" he asked.

"Oh yes, please do," Heather said.

"Let me get those things off of the chair," I said as I got up off the bed and stretched languorously. I gathered up my sexy underthings along with the skirt and jacket and tossed them on Heather's suitcase. As our cute young waiter set up the table and opened the wine, I bent down to pick Heather's things up off the floor, making sure he had a good view of my bottom and little pussy as it peeked out from between my thighs.

Heather stood next to him by her chair while he finished setting the table and poured the wine. She winked and grinned at me when she saw me staring at the growing bulge in the front of his pants. When he was finished, he pulled out Heather's chair for her to sit down and as he did the same for me, I saw that he was having a problem standing up straight.

Heather unfolded her napkin and placed it over one knee. As she was signing our tab, the waiter asked, "Will there be anything else?"

"Yes, there is, if you wouldn't mind," Heather said, lightly running her fingernail over the bulge in his pants. "For an appetizer, I would really enjoy a little `Creme de Ejaculation'."

"Uh...I wouldn't mind at all," he stammered as she slowly unzipped his pants.

She smiled up at him sweetly as she probed in the opening and freed his stiffening cock from his undershorts. She lightly stroked down the length of it with her hand then tentatively licked the underside at the tip. I watched in fascination as his cock continued to grow in Heather's hands. She slid her lips over the bulbous head and then down the veined shaft, taking the whole thing down her throat. After a couple of strokes like that, she pulled free. "Mmm, this is delicious. Sara, would you care for some?" she asked before taking it back into her mouth.

"Why yes, please," I said in the same mock formal tone. I slipped off of my chair to a kneeling position in front of the waiter. While Heather continued her oral ministrations, I unfastened the front of his pants and pulled them down to his thighs. Heather slid her lips off of the head and kissed down the shaft as I took the head into my mouth. I gently cradled his balls in the palm of my hand while I sucked as much of the hard cock into my mouth as I could. It seemed huge! I could barely fit my lips around it without lightly scraping my teeth over the tender flesh of his shaft as I sucked up and down the length of it. With the head of his cock pressing against the back of my throat, there was still enough room at the base for me to wrap my hand around it. Heather had somehow managed to get it all in her mouth and I was bound and determined to do the same. I stopped momentarily and as I stroked the slippery head with my hand, I asked Heather, "How do you do that deep throat thing?"

"It's easy," she said. "All you have to do is open up your throat like you were going to chug beer and kind of stick your tongue out a little. Here, let me show you." She sucked the head into her mouth, slid her lips up and down the shaft a couple of times then swallowed it entirely so that her nose was nestled in the thatch of hair that covered his pubis. Our waiter moaned with pleasure as she slid her mouth over the full length of it a couple of more times, then turned it back over to me.

I sucked it back into my mouth, taking as much as I could while laving its sensitive underside with my tongue. Then I opened my throat like Heather said. I could feel the bulbous head slip past my palate and down my throat and I pressed on until my nose was buried in his thick curly hair. It felt so good having that thick cylinder of man flesh filling my throat. I slid my mouth back and forth over the entire length, swallowing the head a couple of more times until he started to breathe in gasps. While gently holding his balls in one hand, I reached my finger behind them and pressed into the soft perineal flesh. When I felt the muscle there start to tighten, I signaled Heather to be ready by nudging her with my elbow. With a low groan, our waiter began spilling his load and I was able to swallow down his first spurt before moving aside for Heather. A few pearl droplets hit her chin as she was clamping her lips over the bulbous head. I could feel by the flexing of the muscles behind his nut sack that she was able to suck two full spurts out of his cock before she turned it back over to me to suck dry.

When our waiter could no longer stand the exquisite stimulation on his sensitive cock, he pulled free and leaned against Heather's chair for support. I licked the drops of come off of Heather's face then stood and kissed our waiter while still holding his twitching cock in my hand. The boy really knew how to kiss back, I thought, as he probed into my mouth with his tongue. I was seriously considering finding out if that huge cock of his would fit in my tight little pussy when we heard Heather clearing her throat.

She was sitting in her chair looking all prim and proper, if that's possible dressed in only her garter, stockings and heels. "Thank you, waiter," she said, daubing the corner of her mouth with her napkin. "That was excellent. Here is the tab and we'll call you when we're ready for dessert. We'll ask for you by name, which is...?"

"David...er... Dave, just ask for Dave. And, uh... thank you!" he said, noticing the thirty percent tip on the tab.

As Heather walked him to the door, she pressed a twenty-dollar bill into his hand. "Oh, no," Dave said. "You've done enough for me already. This is a night I'll never forget!"

"This is just a little token of my appreciation for your discretion," she told him. "And remember, the night's not over yet." She reached up on her tiptoes and kissed him lightly on the corner of his mouth before closing the door behind him. "Gawd! I'm hungry!" she said, as she headed back to the table.

I was already stuffing my face with salad by the time she sat back down. The steaks were broiled to perfection and the wine was perfect, not too sweet or too dry. "This is really great," I said between mouthfuls. "I hope I can eat all of this high fat stuff and not need to worry about cholesterol."

"You might need to worry about your figure, though," Heather said. "Especially if you are a model like you say. Are you going to pursue a career in modeling?"

"With a body like this I'd be a fool not to. Besides, I'm going to need an income of some sort. I looked through my portfolio to see what kind of modeling I did and it all looked pretty tame. Now I think I can do some stuff that's a little more risqué'. I love showing off this body."

"You'll be the darling of the skin magazines."

"Why didn't you pursue a career in modeling? With those perfect tits of yours, you could make a fortune."

"I have to take the long view. These tits will probably be hanging to my knees by the time I'm thirty, and by then it'll be too late to get into banking and money management. You know, banking is a very conservative business and people don't want someone who's been a nude model handling their money. I did some photos after a wet tee shirt contest and it just about ruined my career as it was. Luckily, that was several years ago and people nowadays seem to be a little more lenient about a girl's past."

"Some of the more sophisticated men's magazines are always doing pictorials of professional women. It seems to be more acceptable in this day and age."

"I still wouldn't want to take the chance this early in my career. Heaven knows I like to show off my body, but for now, I'll just keep to private audiences."

"Like Dave, our waiter?"

"Our appetizer was excellent and I'm looking forward to dessert."

When we finished our dinner, we took the champagne and the bowl of strawberries to the bed and toasted to our new relationship and my new life. "That's hard to imagine," Heather said, "stepping in to a whole new life. I suppose you've got everything you'll need, like clothes, a car, an income."

"The clothes I found in my wardrobe were just about as tame as my model's portfolio, except for the wild lingerie that was hidden in the back of her bottom dresser drawer. As far as an income, I'll have to wait and see about that. I don't remember a thing about modeling. I hope the agency takes me back."

"If you're willing to get naked in front of a camera, there'll always be work for you. Jeremy said there will be a sizable trust fund for you and as far as I'm concerned, you can have the house. You should consider going back to college and work towards a career. Good looks don't last forever."

After a while, we changed into our bikinis, grabbed our towels, robes and headed for the pool. It was just after dark and the pool area was populated by the cocktail crowd. When Heather dropped her robe and laid it over a chair then walked over to the hot tub, you could see all of the male, and some of the female, heads turn in her direction. Even though her neon pink thong bikini didn't cover much, what there was of it sure was bright. The perfect round moons of her butt stood out proudly with nary a dimple in them and the two small triangles of her top only served to cover a portion of her huge tits. She sure was a sexy little thing, and she managed to carry it off with a good deal of sophistication.

I slid into the hot tub right behind her and made myself comfortable in the jets of hot water. "I was just thinking about some dessert," Heather said nodding her head in the direction of Dave, our sexy room service waiter as he served drinks out on the patio.

We both watched him as he picked up a bunch of empty glasses and wiped off the table. He smiled when he saw us in the spa, then with a very professional air, he came over to us. "Would you ladies care for something from the bar?" he asked.

"Why yes, thank you," I said. "A frozen Margarita would be nice."

"I'll have a strawberry daiquiri," Heather said.

He wrote down our order and we both watched his tight buns as he walked back into the building. A few minutes later he returned with our drinks and after setting them down on the rim of the spa, he asked, "Will there be anything else?"

"Yes, there is," Heather said. "How late can we order dessert?"

"The pool bar and restaurant closes at ten, but if you would like to wait until ten thirty, I can serve you my specialty, cherries flambé ala Dave."

"That sounds wonderful," Heather said and I agreed.

As he went about his business, clearing tables and taking more orders, I nudged Heather. "That boy can flambé my cherries anytime," I said.

"He probably will," she said with a lascivious grin on her face, "and mine too." We had a little over an hour to kill, so after we finished our drinks and took a dip in the pool, we decided to get naked in the sauna for awhile. We dried off in our robes as we went through the hotel's work out room to the change area where the sauna was. It was set at about a hundred and eighty degrees and the dry heat felt good after the swim in the cold pool. There was just enough room in the small enclosure for two people to lay across the benches. I took the top tier because I enjoyed the extra heat. It wasn't long before the sweat was dripping off of us. Heather was laying on her back with her knees up and I thought it was cute how her perspiration pooled in her belly button. I reached down and slid my hand over the sweat slickened skin of her abdomen. She took it and moved it up to her breasts as she sat up part way and kissed me. I loved the feel of her huge, tight breasts and the way her nipples hardened to my touch even in the heat of the sauna. 

Heather sat up further and taking my head in her hand offered her breasts for me to kiss. I leaned down and took one of her distended nipples between my lips and sucked the salty moisture from it before nibbling it gently between my teeth. She turned towards me slightly so that I had access to both of her nipples and as I went from one to the other, her hand slid down my abdomen and came to rest over my pussy. I raised one leg as her fingers found their way into my slippery crease and sent that delicious sensation coursing through my body. I held her breasts up to my face as I continued suckling on the sensitive knots of flesh and felt first one, then two fingers slide up inside me. The fire deep inside of me was making the sauna seem cool and I was just about to completely surrender myself to the orgasm that was building when I heard the outside door to the change room open.

Heather and I were sitting with our towels discreetly wrapped around us when an older lady poked her head into the sauna. "Is there room for one more?" she asked.

"We were just getting out," I said.

"I couldn't stand another minute," Heather added.

We excused ourselves, grabbed our suits and threw on our terry hotel robes then headed down the hall towards our room. "I couldn't have stood another minute in there either... without coming all over your hand," I said hugging her to me as we walked. "You certainly know how to use your fingers."

"Just getting you ready for later," Heather said. "Got to be good and wet when dessert arrives."

"That is some gorgeous root on him, isn't it? I think I might be a little too small for it, though."

"You'd be surprised at how much you can take when you're feeling randy. If your mouth will fit around it, it will usually fit elsewhere."

"Gawd! It's making me wet just thinking about it."

To Be Continued...



Sara's Journey Ch. 06



We were both laughing when we got to our room, remembering the look on Dave's face when Heather first opened the door to let him in with the room service. Our bathrobes were haphazardly tossed into the closet as we scampered naked into the bathroom for a shower. I started the water and was trying to adjust the temperature but Heather kept tickling my butt. Once we were under the hot spray, I soaped her down and she soaped me down. I always loved the feel of a curvaceous female body all slippery with soap and Heather was about as cute and curvaceous as they come. We kissed and slipped and slid over each other's bodies until we were as hot as the fine needle sprays of water cascading over us and about as steamed up as the bathroom. 

We quickly toweled each other off and while the bathroom was airing out we went through our sweet, sexy lingerie to see what we would wear when Dave came to prepare our dessert. Heather picked out a sheer lace baby doll nightie with high cut, crotchless panties and I chose a silk teddy with French cut lettuce hemmed bottom to accentuate my long legs. The rest of the time we spent blow drying our hair and rubbing each other over with some perfumed body lotion then Heather helped me put on a dab of make up after she did her own. By the time there was a knock at our door, we were both powdered, perfumed and dressed in our sexy lingerie and more than ready for our 'dessert.'

Dave came in pushing his cart all dressed in a tux and holding an ice bucket with a bottle champagne in it. "Good evening ladies," he said with a flourish. "Room service extraordinare, with my complements." With a very professional aplomb, he draped a towel over his arm, set up the ice bucket, and placed a linen tablecloth over the little table. After seating us, he placed a crystal champagne flute in front of each of us and opened the bottle with a resounding `pop.' He filled both of our flutes while holding a third flute upside down between his fingers.

Heather smiled a silent thank you at him then said, "Would you care to join us in a toast?"

"It would be my pleasure," he said, putting down his flute and pouring into it.

Heather held up her glass. "Here's to remembering the good times and looking forward to the better times," she said as we touched our glasses together.

After we had all taken a sip, Heather's eyes went wide. "You found a fifty seven, wonderful! I was told you had none."

"A very good friend of mine is Wine Steward at the Sheridan, and he owed me a favor." He raised his glass again. "Here's to libertine voluptuaries," he said.

"And loving sisters," I added.

"And to room service that goes well beyond the call of duty," Heather toasted.

"Speaking of which..." Dave said as he busied himself at his cart. While his pan was heating up, he started taking the individual ingredients for his concoction out of the little ice box on the lower level of his cart and placed them in a line on top next to the small burner. I noticed that the cherries in the bowl were fresh, peeled and split in half with their pits removed. He poured a syrup mixture over the cherries and placed them in a chafing dish then started cooking little dollops of batter in the pan to make dollar sized crepes. He placed the little crepes in two bowls, making a sort of tulip formation out of them, then scooped some ice cream over them. After a quick stir of the cherry mixture, he dimmed the lights in the room then mixed equal parts of rum and brandy into a cup and lit it with his lighter. He scooped half of the cherry mixture over each of the servings and then, with a flourish, poured the flaming liquid over them and sat one in front of each of us.

It was such a wonderful show Heather and I couldn't help but give him a round of applause. He bowed deeply then said, "On special occasions I sometimes work as a stripper, and with your permission, I would like to show you my act."

"I'd love to see it," Heather said eagerly.

"Me too," I added.

Without another word, Dave pushed his cart aside and brought out a stereo boom box and started a tape. While Heather and I relished the fabulous dessert he had prepared, we watched Dave do his slow, provocative strip for us. As he danced, his jacket was the first to come off, revealing that he only had cuffs, collar and a false shirt front on under it. With one quick tug, the shirtfront was came off and landed next to his jacket on the floor. The musculature of his upper torso was finely defined from his rippled abdomen, across his back to his sinewy arms, all covered with a light dusting of fine blond hair. Just the thought of pressing that hard body next to mine gave me a warm feeling right between my legs.

The exquisite taste of the cherries flambé along with the sight of Dave undulating his magnificent body to the slow, sensuous beat of the music in the dim light gave the atmosphere a highly charged erotic feel. His pants parted along the satin stripes running down the sides of the legs and as he did a slow bump and grind he unfastened his cummerbund, leaving him in only his collar and tie, cuffs and a bulging black satin G string. I couldn't help but admire his tight, round butt and long muscular legs as he did a slow, provocative dance in front of Heather. 

Heather was showing her appreciation by unabashedly stroking her pussy through the opening in her panties and pinching her nipples with her other hand. Dave leaned down and lightly kissed her and she let out a little moan of disappointment as he twirled around and danced no more than a foot from my face, straddling my legs. He swiveled his hips as he ran his hands down his sides and hooked his thumbs under the strings of his thong. I stroked my hands up over his rippled abdomen to his chest and breathed, "Take it off."

"No, you," he said, indicating the Velcro fasteners to either side of the satin pouch. I brought my hands down his body, stroked up over his muscular thighs and cupped the mounting bulge in both hands. I held the pouch in place as I unfastened the strings, one at a time, then rubbed the soft fabric over his stiffening cock and under his balls before letting it drop to the floor. The magnificent member stood proudly straight out from his body, the purple helmet head beckoning my lips to press against it. I ran my hands along the veiny shaft, marveling at the soft texture of the skin, as I moved my wet lips over the spongy knob. Before I could engulf the tantalizing protuberance in my mouth, Dave stepped back, taking my hand and offered a hand to Heather. "Would you ladies care to dance?" he said.

"You two go ahead," She said, two fingers disappearing into the crease between her legs. "I'll just watch."

Dave pulled me to my feet and I slipped right into his arms, my tits pressing through the silk against his hard chest. As our bodies swayed to the music in perfect harmony, the fabric of my teddy acting as a lubricant between our bodies, I could feel his hard on pressing against my abdomen. I followed his lead in the dance and as our hands roamed over each other's bodies, I could hear Heather's heavy breathing as she neared the pinnacle of her self induced excitement.

We swayed to the music in unison, Dave's strong hands holding me to him as he stroked my body from my neck to my butt in the ultimate of dirty dancing. My own hands roamed freely over the musculature of his back, over his tight butt then around the front of him to fondle his heavy balls and stroke along the length of his fully extended cock. As I breathed in the heady aroma of his male scent from the crook of his neck and felt the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of my teddy, I could feel the heat of my own body concentrate in my pubis. My pussy was swelling with excitement and as I moved to the music, my wet, slippery labia rubbed together causing a most incredible sensation.

Somehow Dave had managed to unsnap the bottom of my teddy and as his hands stroked up my body to massage my burning tits and lightly pinch my extended nipples, my teddy was brought up with them. Dave pulled me close to him then placed his feet between mine and started sliding down my body as if he were doing the Limbo between my legs. As he lowered himself and leaned back, I felt the hard shaft of his cock slide down over the hair of my muff then part my swollen labia.

"Yes," I moaned as I spread my legs farther apart. His shaft slid along the sensitive flesh between my pussy lips as he continued leaning back until his shoulders were resting on the edge of the bed. He then cupped my ass cheeks in his hands and drew me forward, the head of his dick tracing past my pussy along the crack of my ass and finally springing free as he continued to pull me up along his torso. With my thighs resting in his armpits he lowered himself further so that his face was just inches from my pussy. His prehensile tongue parted the damp hair and found its way between the swollen lips and darted over my clitoris.

With his hands still gripping my ass cheeks, Dave pulled me tighter into his face and the kissing, sucking, licking motions of his entire mouth on my dripping sex caused my knees to buckle. I couldn't seem to catch my breath as he truly ate my pussy, sucking with his lips, licking with his tongue and nipping at my most tender parts with his teeth. I grasped at his head, running my hands into his hair and pulling him tighter into me as the sensations of my pending orgasm caused my body to quiver. Fleetingly, I noticed that Heather's chair was empty, then as Dave's tongue danced over the slippery flesh between my clitoris and the entrance of my sex, I saw out of the corner of my eye the long pole of his cock disappearing between her lips.

Just that quick glance was enough to send me over the top. By this time I was not supporting my own weight at all but was sitting on Dave's face. As my body shook in incredible spasms and lights flashed through my head, I seemed to somersault onto the bed, landing on my back with my legs straight in the air. I was being kissed, madly, wildly, with a tongue pressing into my mouth. I kissed back, sucking the tongue as if it were a cock and pushing my tongue back into the other mouth. Another tongue continued lapping at my pussy and flicking over my screamingly sensitive clitoris until I came again with even more intensity, wave after wave of excruciating pleasure crashing over me.

I was still twitching as Heather crawled over me, her luscious tits sliding down my body, to meet Dave as he stood holding my legs up and apart. When I could finally open my eyes, I saw the enticing moons of Heather's butt and the muffin of her swollen pussy peeking out from between her thighs. From the sounds she was making I could tell she had Dave's cock in her mouth and was swallowing the entire shaft. Dave bent down and kissed me and I could taste the musk of my pussy on his lips. My whole insides were begging to be filled. I pulled him down on top of me and wrapped my legs around his torso while trying to find his turgid cock with my twitching pussy so that I could impale myself on it. He moved me full on the bed and knelt between my upraised thighs, his cock waving in the air out in front of him. He pulled a square package from his cuff and handed it to Heather. She tore it open, pulled the condom out and placed it over the head of his cock and rolled it down the shaft. I ached with anticipation as the latex stretched to near transparency, thinking how his cock would do the same to my pussy. Heather reached down and spread my pussy lips with her fingers as she guided the marvelous shaft downward with her other hand.

I felt the blunt head press against my sensitive flesh and I thought I would come again on the spot. I raised my legs and pressed my heels into Dave's tight ass as his cock found the moistened opening of my sexual sheath and the head slipped in. A gasp escaped my lips as he pressed it in slightly then pulled out only to press back in a little further. My whole body was on fire. All of my flesh screamed with the exquisite pleasure of being stretched and filled with that beautiful cock.

I spread my legs as far as they would go while pressing my feet into the bed so that I could meet Dave's every thrust to take as much of his marvelous tool into my body as I could. My reward was to be filled, stretched to where every tissue of my gripping sheath touched, rubbed, pressed against the veiny shaft and felt the rim of his cockhead travel along the slippery walls of my cunt from my entrance to the absolute bottom over and over again. Dave would stop momentarily when he would be buried deep inside of me, my pussy lips stretched around the base of his cock, so that I could rub my sensitive clit against his pelvic bone and feel his heavy balls resting against the cheeks of my ass. Each time he would pull out and thrust in again it was like the stroke of a pump, building orgasmic pressure in the core of my being until it could no longer be contained.

My consciousness was totally centered on the exquisite sensations that were being induced in my body to the point where I could not hear myself screaming and moaning as the orgasmic waves crashed over me. Heather was smothering my face with kisses and crushing her lips to mine if for no other reason than to muffle my cries of passion. I clutched at her and Dave, holding them together as I thrashed and spasmed uncontrollably in the throes of ecstasy.

I held Dave tight to me, my arms and legs wrapped around him and his throbbing hard on buried deep in my cunt until my spasms subsided somewhat. When Dave pulled himself out of me to roll over to his back between Heather and me, the exquisite pleasure of his withdrawal sent another orgasmic wave crashing over me. I sidled up next to him as he pulled me over to kiss me while my second wave of convulsions subsided. Heather straddled his body and the three of us began kissing each other and stroking our hands over each other's bodies.

Heather leaned forward and positioned her tits directly over Dave's mouth and as he sucked on her protruding nipples, I found Dave's hard rod and held it steady as she positioned herself over it. The latex clad knob rubbed along her slit as she undulated her hips until it was in just the right position at the entrance of her sexual sheath, she then pressed herself down on it, engulfing it completely as she rose to an upright position. Watching Dave's cock sink into the tender folds of Heather's pussy and the look of extreme ecstasy on her face kept me near my own orgasmic plateau.

Heather would raise herself up so that only the tip of Dave's cock was embedded in her sweet orifice then plunge down, impaling herself on the rigid pole again and again. She was breathing in gasps with an occasional moan as she continued to pleasure herself on Dave's cock until she leaned further back, placing her hands on his knees and started to swivel her hips and thrust her pelvis back and forth. "Oh God!" she groaned.

Dave reached up and squeezed her tits as he thrust himself into her, arching his back up off of the bed. He pulled me over to him and kissed me while still fondling Heather's massive breasts with his free hand. I rose to my knees and began kissing and sucking Heather's tits as best I could with her bouncing up and down and thrashing her body around. Dave lifted one of my legs over him so that I was astride his face and I could feel his prehensile tongue lapping at the tender folds of my pussy. Heather and I were in each other's arms, our breasts mashing together, kissing furiously as Dave pleasured us both, Heather riding his cock and his talented tongue driving me to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

All of a sudden, Heather stopped, held me tight to her and I could feel her body start to quiver as her pending orgasm began to take over her body. Dave continued thrusting himself into her dripping cunt as his tongue drove me into the same madness that Heather was experiencing. I didn't think I quit coming since Dave first put his tongue in my pussy, only experiencing peaks and valleys of the same orgasm until Heather inhaled sharply with a loud gasp and her body began to spasm uncontrollably. Her monumental climax pulled me right along with her as the clear crystal lights flashed through my consciousness and the most incredible orgasm took over my entire being.

I vaguely remember Dave groaning beneath me and feeling his body undulate as he climaxed, spending himself in final relief. Heather and I laid on our sides among the tangled covers of the bed entwined in arms and legs as the orgasmic convulsions wracked our bodies. Sometime later I thought I felt Dave pull himself free, kiss each one of us a tender goodnight, then leave before I fell into a sleep of total satiation. The next thing I remember was waking to the smell of coffee.

"Good morning sleepyhead," Heather said from the table as she stuffed her mouth with a fork full of eggs. "You hungry? I ordered up some poached eggs, sausage, toast, orange juice and coffee."

"My God, what a night!" I said. "I couldn't even have imagined an orgasmic experience like that. I'm starved."

"One of the benefits of being a woman, multiple orgasms," she said.

I sat up and dangled my feet over the edge of the bed. My pussy still ached with the delicious sensations from the night before. "Now I know what the term, 'New Bride' feels like," I said. "I don't think my legs will ever go back together again." "Oh, they will, but you won't want to keep them that way for long. It's wonderful, isn't it?"

I had to agree. By the time we had eaten our breakfast, showered and dressed, I was almost walking normal again and wondering what my next sexual encounter would be. I checked myself out in the full-length mirror and I could see how the shorts and tube top might attract some prospective partners. "I'm going to have to go over to the house today," Heather said. "You can stay here and lounge by the pool if you want."

"I've got to sort things out eventually. Maybe something will jog my memory." We worked all day going through the stuff in the house, sorting, categorizing, and boxing. Heather was good at deciding what records needed to be kept or thrown away. I found some records on my real Dad. He and Mom were married right before he did his first tour in Viet Nam. The picture on my dresser was taken while he was home on leave before he returned to the war. He became MIA right before the fall of Saigon and hadn't been heard from since. There was nothing in the house that I wanted to keep except maybe my bedroom furniture so the rest was slated for Goodwill Industries.

By the time we were done we were both beat and ready for a soak in a bubble bath. "You know," Heather said as we soaked in the hot bubbles, "it's like I have a new little sister that I can love and care for."

"And lead astray."

"Someone has to show you the way," she said, pulling me towards her through the mounds of bubbles. "As a young woman, you are still quite naive in a lot of ways."

"So when are you going to move out to the West Coast to complete my corruption?"

"This next semester I plan to enroll in some night classes at Columbia and work towards getting my stock broker's license. Being a loan officer at the bank has been a great experience, but I want to go into investment counseling. That'll take me about two years, then I want to open an office in Beverly Hills."

"I'll make sure you get my trust account first thing."

"I can make you fabulously wealthy."

"That's all I've ever wanted to be."

We took turns going over each other's bodies with the wash cloth then soaked in the bubbles, holding and petting each other until our fingertips puckered. After drying off, we went straight to bed. Once I was comfortably nestled between Heather's huge tits with her arms around me, I fell into a dreamless sleep, totally content in my new role as her protected little sister.




Sara's Journey Ch. 06



The next morning it was a rush of packing, getting dressed and trying to put on a touch of make up for my luncheon date with Rebecca Longport. Heather had to catch her plane at eleven so she was dressed comfortably in shorts, a loose top and sandals. I had picked out a white, low cut sundress with pale pink trim and as I stood at the bathroom sink in only my strapless lace bra, white stockings and garter belt and pumps, I was getting quite frustrated with the make up application procedure. Heather came up behind me and gave me a hug. "I'm gonna miss you, sis," she whispered into the back of my neck.

I turned around and took her into my arms and kissed her lightly. "Heather, you are now the most special person in my life. I love you in so many ways now that I'm different. Now you're not only my big sister but you're my lover too. It's going to be a long wait until you come back."

"I'm going to be looking forward to that, too. I love seducing young virgins and it'll be great seeing you again. Now let's see what we can do about your make up."

It took Heather only a few minutes to touch up my face then we finished packing and called the bellhop to take our bags down to the lobby. We checked out of the hotel and made it to the airport just in time to check in her luggage and head to the boarding area. Before she stepped on to her plane, she took me in her arms and we hugged. "You take care of yourself," she said.

It's always hard saying goodbye to some one you love. As I left the airport I had a feeling of emptiness in my insides. I had to stop in the bathroom at the airport before I left to freshen my face and touch up the tear marks. I still had about an hour or so to kill before going out to the Longport place so I stopped at the mall to do a little shopping. I hadn't been into a mall since waking up and somehow it felt different. I must have blown at least fifty dollars in Victoria's Secret alone. Besides that, I found a pair of three inch pumps that were actually comfortable and picked up a pair of cross training shoes that I needed. I would have spent more time but I had a date with destiny.

To Be Continued...



Sara's Journey Ch. 07



"I'm going to have to go over to the house today," Heather said. "You can stay here and lounge by the pool if you want."

"I've got to sort things out eventually," I said. "Maybe something will jog my memory." We worked all day going through the stuff in the house, sorting, categorizing, and boxing. Heather was good at deciding what records needed to be kept or thrown away. I found some records on my real Dad. He and Mom were married right before he did his first tour in Viet Nam. The picture on my dresser was taken while he was home on leave before he returned to the war. He became MIA right before the fall of Saigon and hadn't been heard from since. There was nothing in the house that I wanted to keep except maybe my bedroom furniture so the rest was slated for Goodwill Industries.

By the time we were done we were both beat and ready for a soak in a bubble bath. "You know," Heather said as we soaked in the hot bubbles, "it's like I have a new little sister that I can love and care for."

"And lead astray."

"Someone has to show you the way," she said, pulling me towards her through the mounds of bubbles. "As a young woman, you are still quite naive in a lot of ways."

"So when are you going to move out to the West Coast to complete my corruption?"

"This next semester I plan to enroll in some night classes at Columbia and work towards getting my stock broker's license. Being a loan officer at the bank has been a great experience, but I want to go into investment counseling. That'll take me about two years, then I want to open an office in Beverly Hills."

"I'll make sure you get my trust account first thing."

"I can make you fabulously wealthy."

"That's all I've ever wanted to be."

We took turns going over each other's bodies with the wash cloth then soaked in the bubbles, holding and petting each other until our fingertips puckered. After drying off, we went straight to bed. Once I was comfortably nestled between Heather's huge tits with her arms around me, I fell into a dreamless sleep, totally content in my new role as her protected little sister.

The next morning it was a rush of packing, getting dressed and trying to put on a touch of make up for my luncheon date with Rebecca Longport. Heather had to catch her plane at eleven so she was dressed comfortably in shorts, a loose top and sandals. I had picked out a white, low cut sundress with pale pink trim and as I stood at the bathroom sink in only my strapless lace bra, white stockings and garter belt and pumps, I was getting quite frustrated with the make up application procedure. Heather came up behind me and gave me a hug. "I'm gonna miss you, sis," she whispered into the back of my neck.

I turned around and took her into my arms and kissed her lightly. "Heather, you are now the most special person in my life. I love you in so many ways now that I'm different. Now you're not only my big sister but you're my lover too. It's going to be a long wait until you come back."

"I'm going to be looking forward to that, too. I love seducing young virgins and it'll be great seeing you again. Now let's see what we can do about your make up."

It took Heather only a few minutes to touch up my face then we finished packing and called the bellhop to take our bags down to the lobby. We checked out of the hotel and made it to the airport just in time to check in her luggage and head to the boarding area. Before she stepped on to her plane, she took me in her arms and we hugged. "You take care of yourself," she said.

It was a little after one when I pulled into the big circle drive in front of Rebecca's house. After ringing the bell at the double front doors, I was admitted into house by an older oriental man. "You are expected, Miss McFarland," he said. "Follow me, please." He led me through the sumptuous living room and out to the patio through French doors. Rebecca sat waiting at a round table in the shade of its umbrella next to their Olympic sized swimming pool.

"So good of you to come," she said taking both of my hands in hers. "Would you care for something to drink?"

"An iced tea would be nice," I said as I sat in the chair that the oriental butler held out for me.

"Nothing stronger?"

"Oh, no thank you. Every time I drink, I seem to get into trouble. I'm really not old enough yet, anyway."

Rebecca sipped at her drink and a smile came over her face. "I'm glad you said that," she said. "How about a quick dip before we eat?"

"That sounds refreshing. My suit is packed away out in my car, I'll be right back."

"Don't bother, I have a suit that would look absolutely darling on you." Rebecca led me into the poolside cabana, rummaged through one of the drawers in a cabinet and came up with what looked like a few small strips of neon pink nylon and handed it to me. "I bought this on an impulse and it just doesn't look right on me," she said. "If you're shy, I can find you something that covers more."

I held up the tiny thong bikini. It looked like nothing more than three triangles held together by a simple network of matching strings. "This'll be fine," I said as I unzipped the back of my dress and stepped out of it. Rebecca was already in a French cut one piece with only a wrap around skirt as a cover up so all she had to do was unfasten one button and she was ready to swim. I figured her to be in her early to mid thirties and she had a body that looked as if she were in to tennis or aerobics.

I could feel her eyes on me as I unfastened my garters and sat down on one of the chairs to roll my nylons off. Once I had my bra and panties off and slipped into the tiny thong, she helped me untangle the top and put it on. She stood back to see how the suit fit and said, "My God, you are absolutely gorgeous. If you're not modeling, you should be. A body like yours should be shared with the world."

"I did do some modeling before...you know. I don't remember it but I looked through my portfolio. It was all kind of tame, conservative fashions and stuff like that. I think now I'd like to do some things that are a little more racy."

"You've got the figure for it," Rebecca said as she led the way back to the pool. Without hesitation, I dove into the crystal blue water and swam in long, easy strokes to the shallow end. The water was cool and refreshing and the exercise felt good. I paddled around on my back while I waited for Rebecca to join me. She dove in and let out a little gasp when she came back to the surface. I met her in the middle of the pool and we swam over and hung on to the side. "That first shock of cool water always gets me," she said. "Let's go set in the hot tub for a few minutes.

Once we were settled into the hot water, Rebecca turned on the jets and bubbles then settled into the turbulent water beside me. "John, as you probably know, is the fourth generation of publishers of his family," she said. "He has been diagnosed with a slow progressing terminal cancer and has no heirs to pass his empire on to. We had so hoped that your father would step in and fill that void."

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"I can't help but feel partly responsible for what happened to your parents and your boyfriend. You were all on your way home from a party at our house and I think your father might have had a little too much to drink. I should have had our chauffeur drive you home. I've taken the liberty to set up a trust for your education, including living expenses."

"I think that's really sweet of you to do that," I said. "But you really didn't need to. With my loss of memory, I don't know what I've lost. All I know now is what I have. I'm alive and healthy and I'm a beautiful young woman who has her life in front of her. I already have a sizeable trust fund from my parent's estate, a house that is paid for and a career as a model."

"All I want is to see that you are happy and successful in what ever you decide to do with your life. If there is anything that you want or need, and I mean anything, all you have to do is let me know."

"I know I have a lot of people who love me and care for me," I said as I leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. She turned towards me and lightly stroked my face then kissed me softly on the lips.

There was something about Rebecca that turned me on. She was not what you would consider a beautiful woman, but she was attractive and very sexy with her tight body and whisky voice. Before she could pull away, I put my hand on her hip under the bubbling water and returned her kiss. Our mouths lingered together for a moment, savoring the contact, then I felt her tongue probe for mine through our slightly parted lips. Rebecca's hand flowed down my neck over my collarbone and came to rest over my breast. My nipple stiffened instantly at the slight touch and pressed at the thin fabric of my suit top. I pulled her to me as our kissing became more urgent. She cupped my breast, gently massaging it, and lightly pinched my distended nipple through the nylon. That delicious sensation of warmth began to form in the pit of my stomach causing my pussy to begin secreting a moisture of its own.

I moved my hand down over the top of her leg then back up along her inner thighs, parting them slightly, and pressed it against the crotch of her suit, cupping her pussy. Her breathing quickened as she pressed herself into my caress. "Oh, baby," she breathed. "You kiss so wonderful." She pulled away from me, trying to compose herself. "I hope I'm not leading you astray. I wouldn't want a sweet girl like you to do anything that you'd be uncomfortable with."

I stood up in front of her and smiled, then pulled her to her feet. Wrapping my arms around her, I kissed her again as I pressed the full length of my body into hers. "You are a beautiful and sexy woman," I said when our lips finally parted, "and I would like nothing more than to make love with you."

"Maybe we should start with a sensuous lunch after a quick dip in the pool."

"Last one across the pool is a rotten egg," I said. We both let out a scream, then laughing, we bound out of the hot tub and dove into the pool. After the hot tub, the pool felt icy and it was a rush. Rebecca hit the water first and was almost a body length ahead of me by the time I came up. Taking long strokes and kicking furiously, I managed to almost keep up with her as we reached the deep end. She reached the other end and had pulled herself up out of the water to set on the edge just as I got there. She stood and pulled me out of the water then handed me a huge fluffy beach towel.

While I padded the water droplets off, she rang for the butler to bring our lunch and we ate while drying out in the warm spring sun. "You seem so much older than you are," Rebecca said. "When you say something in that contralto voice of yours, you command such attention."

"I'm afraid that my voice is the result of having a feeding tube jammed down my throat for nearly a month."

"But it's so sexy. And I can't help but stare at you in that teeny little suit. You have such a beautiful body; it's perfect for you. I want you to have it."

"Why, thank you. I love it, it's so comfortable."

"There's not enough of it there to be uncomfortable."

"Yeah, I know. Being naked is the only thing that would be more comfortable, and in this suit, I'm almost there." I leaned back in my chair and struck a sexy pose, jutting my tits out.

"God," Rebecca muttered to herself, then in her normal husky voice said, "You do that so well. I was into modeling when I met John and I can tell you're a natural. I'd like to see how you'd do on a runway. Model that suit for me."

As I stood, I caught my reflection in one of the long windows of the cabana. I liked what I saw. This little Sara McFarland had one fine body! "You know what's funny," I said, turning this way and that, checking my self out in the reflection, "one thing I learned from being in a coma is how precious your body is. When you're out of it for a while, you really do miss it." I did my best imitation of a runway walk past the table to the edge of the pool then turned around and faced Rebecca. I slowly ran my hands up my torso. "Your body is such a marvelous machine with all of its sensory inputs, it gives so much pleasure." I could tell by the way Rebecca's eyes were glued to me that she was getting aroused. "And I get pleasure knowing that people enjoy looking at me." I walked back over to the table, leaned down and kissed her softly. "The way you are looking at me now is getting me excited."

"You are such a scrumptious little thing," Rebecca said with a sigh. "I could just kiss and lick you all day."

"See what you're doing to me," I said, taking her hand and placing it between my legs. "I'm soaking wet."

Without moving her hand, she stood and pulled me to her with her free arm. As our lips met I could feel the pressure of her finger tracing over my feminine cleft through the thin nylon of my suit. I held her to me, our breasts crushing together, as her fingertip generated a build up of hot wet warmth in the core of my being. "You look as if you haven't spent much time in the sun lately and you're starting to get a little sunburned," Rebecca said. "Maybe we should go inside." Without another word, she took my hand and led me into the house, through the living room and up the grand staircase. The size of her master bedroom was amazing. "We ought to shower the chlorine off of us first."

"I followed Rebecca towards her bathroom, "A cool shower would feel nice." She started the water and adjusted the two heads so that the streams ran together at the center of the enclosure. By the time we stripped out of our suits, the temperature was perfect. After we had both rinsed off in the sprays, Rebecca lathered up a soft washcloth and started lathering my back. I found another washcloth and returned the favor while she worked the soap over my front side. When we were both covered with the fragrant lather, Rebecca took me her arms and held me to her, our soap slippery skin pressing together. Her firm, athletic body felt so good rubbing over mine. 

"Have you ever used one of these?" Rebecca asked, showing me a hand held shower massager. Before I could answer, she diverted some of the water flow to the device then directed the pulsating flow towards me. She ran the stream over my back, down over my ass, then down the back of my legs. The deep pulsations of the water stream almost tickled, but left a sort of relaxed, sensual throb deep in my muscles. She directed the stream over the front of my shoulders then down each arm in turn. When the pulsating spray hit the side of my breast, it caused a deep sensual ache to form in my lower abdomen. Surrendering to the pleasure, I pressed my tits together and held them out so that Rebecca could concentrate the stream on both breasts at once, which only served to intensify the warm glow I had been feeling all that afternoon.

When Rebecca moved the pulsating stream down over my abdomen and concentrated it on my muff, the vibrations passed through the soft flesh of my mons and started a ticklish sensation in my clit. The warm sensation turned to hot electricity as the stream touched the top opening of my feminine cleft to hit directly on the sensitive nub. Almost before I knew it, my body was being wracked by a most incredible orgasm.

The next thing I knew, I was sitting on the seat that ran along the back of the shower with Rebecca between my thighs, caressing me. "Whoa, that was outrageous," I said as I caught my breath.

"You've never used a vibrator before?"

"Not that I can remember."

"Girl, have I got a treat for you."

Once out of the shower, we padded each other dry with big, fluffy towels that had been kept warm in their special storage cabinet. Rebecca had me lay down on a padded massage table then poured a thin liquid into her hand from a bottle she had nearby. The cooling liquid felt wonderful on my skin and the way her strong hands worked the lotion in had me humming in pleasure. "Mmm, That feels so good," I said.

She worked the lotion down my back, over my butt then down each leg. "I studied to be a physical therapist for a while," She said as she expertly kneaded my muscles with the lotion. "I used to supplement my modeling income by working at one of those massage parlors. I think John married me because of the erotic massages I would give him."

"I think I could marry you. You do that so well."

She had me roll over onto my back then she put a dab of the lotion on my forehead and a dab on each cheek. With her expert fingertips she massaged it into my face, sending little pleasurable tickle sensations over my face, across my scalp and down the back of my neck. I just relaxed and let the sensations wash over me. I couldn't help but let a moan escape my lips as she worked the lotion down my neck, over the front of my shoulders then kneaded it into my breasts. The incredible sensations that ran through my body as she massaged my tits and pinched my nipples up into hard little points made my pussy feel like it was opening up and flowing with nectar. I moaned again as a sensation of orgasmic delight washed over me. "You have such marvelous hands," I told her. "I'm about to melt into a puddle of come."

Rebecca continued on down my torso then began working the lotion up my arms. After she had done both arms, she started working the lotion into my feet and then up each leg almost to my groin, teasing me to distraction. Her hands worked my upper thighs, over my hips and across my tummy, just millimeters from my pussy, making it ache to be touched, licked, Fucked!

When she was done, I was limp as a rag but tingling all over. Before I could recover much, she pulled me up to a sitting position and kissed me deep on the mouth, her tongue gently probing between my lips. I slid off of the table into her arms and she led me into her bedroom to lay down on her huge canopied bed.

Rebecca eased herself down on top of me and I unconsciously spread my legs so that she was nestled comfortably between my thighs, her muff pressing into my pussy. As we kissed again, our tongues dueling sensually, I stroked a hand down her torso, through her dark bush to cup her sweet pussy. I parted her swollen labia then ran a fingertip into the slippery wetness of her feminine cleft and over the hard knot of her clitoris. She kissed me wildly, breathing heavily through her nose as I alternately worried her clit with my fingertip and slid it down to dip into the gripping orifice of her sex. Her legs squeezed together on my hand as her body tensed and she raised her head. "Ooo... Whooh!" she gasped, "Ooh Gawd!" Her body spasmed and she rolled off of me.

I knelt between her knees and ran my hands up and down her torso, squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples. I lowered myself down on to her and took one of her distended nipples in my mouth and sucked and nibbled on it. Rebecca was going wild. Just knowing how she felt was keeping me at that plateau sexual excitement. I kissed my way down her abdomen to her muff then parted the dark curls with my tongue and sucked her clitoris into my mouth.

Rebecca's pussy lips spread like the wings of a butterfly as I pressed my face between them, licking the tasty nectar and sucking her inch long clitoris out of its protective hood. I flicked the tiny, penis shaped knot of flesh relentlessly with the tip of my tongue as I pressed a finger into her dripping sexual sheath to find the nubby patch of cunt flesh behind her pelvic bone. My free hand was busy at my own sopping pussy, duplicating the sensations that I was giving to Rebecca. Just as I was nearing the brink from my self-manipulations, Rebecca grabbed my head and let out a sharp exhale of breath. The walls of her cunt gripped my finger momentarily as her orgasm intensified then she flooded the bed with feminine ejaculate. Her orgasmic spasms had her writhing in ecstasy and it was impossible to maintain contact with her tender flesh, and as she pulled me back on top of her, I went over the brink from my own digital manipulations to join her in the climax.




Sara's Journey Ch. 07



It was all we could do to hang on to each other as our spasms subsided. "My God!" Rebecca gasped between breaths; "You sure know how to eat pussy." She kissed me then sat up. "Now for our special treat," she said as she rolled over to the edge of the bed and rummaged through the drawer in her nightstand. She returned to the center of the bed holding a contraption with several straps hanging from it. "How about a nice hard dick?"

And that's exactly what it was, a vinyl duplicate of an erect penis in every detail from the spongy, helmet shaped head to the blue veins along its rigid shaft. I took it and ran my hand over it. The life like skin covering slid over the firm interior just like a real dick and at the base was a soft scrotum with two heavy testicles inside. As part of the base and behind the testicles was an elongated cup with a smaller penis like protrusion inside of it and a long nubbin in front of that. The whole contraption was connected to a belt by several adjustable straps.

Rebecca slipped her legs through the configuration of straps as if putting on a pair of panties. She knelt on the bed and fitted the cup over her pussy, inserting the smaller inside projection into her vagina and adjusted it so that the elongated nubbin pressed against her clitoris then tightened the straps to hold it in position. She knelt in front of me, the artificial phallus arching upward perpendicular to her body just inches from my face. "What do you think?" She asked.

As an answer, I sucked it into my mouth while holding the soft nutsack in my hand. I stroked my lips up and down the full length of it, coating it with my slippery saliva, then I lay back on the bed and said, "Fuck me."

She parted my thighs then positioned herself over me, on hands and knees, and pressed the bulbous head of the cock between my pussy lips. I raised my legs up and the shaft slid right into my dripping cunt. "Oh, yes!" I hissed as Rebecca lowered herself down, driving the cock all of the way into me. She slowly undulated her hips back and forth, stroking that marvelous dildo in and out of my gripping sheath. Feeling the rim of the bulbous head sliding along the inner walls of my cunt, stretching and stimulating every fiber along the way, and having the loose scrotum slapping my ass was sending me into another world.

Rebecca reached around behind her to the power pack attached to the belt, switched it on, and the whole apparatus began to vibrate with a low hum. When she adjusted the knob on the unit to increase the frequency of the vibrations, it felt like a constant wash of orgasm coursing through my body. I brought my legs into the air, grabbed her tight round butt and met her every thrust as she pounded that miraculous instrument into my body. We were both huffing and moaning in unison until the orgasm peaked into an explosion that sent lights flashing through my brain and I faintly remember us both screaming out in final release of our passions.

I held on to Rebecca as the aftershocks ebbed to a controllable level. Somehow, she had managed to shut off the vibrations but the latex dick still deliciously filled my pussy. After a while, she gently pulled it out, sending one last spasm through my body in the process, and rolled over to her back next to me, the dildo sticking straight into the air in its perpetual erection.

"Where on Earth did you get that thing?" I asked.

"I had it special made last summer on a trip to Switzerland. This is the first time I've used it with anyone else. I never realized how well it would work. Care to give it a try?"

"I don't think I could take another orgasm like that last one."

"You'd be surprised at how much erotic pleasure you can withstand. The sensations from this end are really quite incredible. The designer assured me that his design of the cup gives the wearer a male type orgasm. I think he was full of shit though. I don't feel like rolling over and going to sleep when I'm done, I feel like having more sex."

I thought about it for a second and decided that it would be nice to have a dick even if it was an artificial one. I could see how the user would get stimulation from the goodies inside the cup and I wanted to check it out. "Ok, my turn now," I said as I helped her out of the contraption.

I slipped my legs through the straps then got up on my knees so that Rebecca could fit the thing over my pussy. My cunt was dripping wet so the little penis like projection inside the cup slid right in to rest on the secret sensitive spot up inside there. After I had fastened the belt around my waist, Rebecca held the cup in position as I tightened the straps to give a comfortable fit. As she moved it around to find the best position, a low moan of delight escaped my lips from the sensations her movements were giving me. Once the straps were adjusted so that the cup was comfortably snug against my pussy, the nubbins at the front of it brushed lightly against my clit. With the protrusion held tight in my snatch, I could feel that every movement of the artificial cock would be felt against my most sensitive parts. I stroked my hand down the veiny shaft, still slick with the juices from my pussy, and fondled the very authentic feeling balls. The movements were transmitted directly through the protrusions in the cup and straight to my pussy, sending another series of erotic sensations through my body. I could feel the cock in my hand as if it were someone else's, but it still sent highly charged erotic messages into the very core of my sexuality. 

"Oh God, this feels good," I moaned.

"You do that like you've done it before," Rebecca said as she lay back on the pillows to watch the show.

"Why beat off if you can have the real thing?" I said as I lowered myself down on top of her. I kissed her, seeking her tongue with mine. She lifted her knees to either side of my hips and I could feel the movement of the latex cock as it slid up to rest in the slippery crevice of her pussy. I raised myself up, reached down and grasped the shaft of the cock and ran the helmet shaped tip up and down the silky, sensitive flesh between her pussy lips then back and forth across her engorged clitoris.

"Oooh," she moaned, "You're driving me crazy!"

Rebecca let out an audible gasp when I found the opening of her feminine sheath and pressed the head of the latex phallus into it. She raised her legs higher, pulled me down to her and thrust her hips up at me, driving the phallus into her even farther. With one quick undulation of my hips, I drove the cock into her gripping cunt the rest of the way and ground my pelvis against hers. As I slowly stroked the cock in and out of her, the sensations of the nubbins as they rubbed against my clit and the back and forth motions of the little cock bumping my G-spot were beginning to drive me wild.

Somehow, Rebecca managed to reach around behind me and switch on the vibrating mechanism. When that mind bending throb hit my twitching pussy through the appendages in the cup, I started going off like a machine gun. I rode wave after wave as I pounded that thing into her deep well. In my delirium I was a man and making love to her just like I thought one would do, her responses spurring me on. Raising up slightly to my knees, I pushed her legs up so that they nearly touched her tits and I could watch the hard, veiny dick slide in and out between her dripping pussy lips. Subconsciously, I held back my own climax until Rebecca's body began quivering and she let out a long howl, signaling her orgasm.

Without missing a stroke, I rolled her over face down and continued thrusting the phallus into her from behind. I squeezed her ass cheeks together as I watched the artificial dick piston in and out of her pink flesh, the sight exciting me as never before.

Rebecca clutched on to the headboard as she met my every thrust and screamed, "Oh God! Do It! Do it to me baby!" Her cunt tightened around the dick, adding to the sensations being transmitted to my pussy. The world exploded in a flash of white light as my body was wracked in orgasmic spasms. I could have sworn that I was blowing my nuts and pumping hot jism into Rebecca's cunt.

I continued pumping as the spasms wracked my body and only collapsed on top of Rebecca after I was fully spent. I somehow managed to shut off the vibrations then lay there kissing the back of Rebecca's neck and shoulders. When I finally caught my breath I rolled off on to my back and Rebecca was all over me in a hail of kisses. "I can't believe it," she said while still trying to catch her breath and kissing me. "You even fuck like a man."

"I don't know what came over me," I said. "I guess I've always wanted a dick so I could share what I like done to me with someone else."

"Well, you did a marvelous job."

"The guy who fashioned this little device should make a fortune off of it." Rebecca helped me unstrap it and carefully disengage its protrusions from my still twitching pussy, then laid in my arms and we tenderly kissed and fondled each other until we fell asleep.

To Be Continued...



Sara's Journey Ch. 08



Rebecca sat up and stretched languorously. "Sara, beautiful Sara. I wish you didn't have to go. I think I could get used to being your sex slave," she said in her husky voice.

"You're too headstrong and independent to be anyone's sex slave," I said.

"I don't think I have ever felt so totally sated. I could never tire of kissing and licking you all over your voluptuous body."

"Keep talking like that and I'll have to spend the night."

"Quan has fixed us a little snack. A little something before you have to drive home."

While Rebecca took a quick rinse in the shower, I dressed and combed out my hair. When she came out of the bathroom, she quickly dressed and we went arm in arm down to the dining room.

Rebecca and I chatted over our little meal and when it was time to go, she walked me to the door. "I hate to see you go," she said. "If there is anything you want or need, just let me know. We're going to be taking a trip on our sailboat later this summer. It would be marvelous if you could join us. Keep in touch."

I gave her a hug and kissed her. "When I get settled, I'll give you my number," I said. "I can't remember having enjoyed an afternoon as much as today. That little device you have was wonderful."

The apartment was dark and abandoned when I got home. I guessed that Jenifer was pulling a night shift and that Lisa was spending most of her time at Dewey's. Marcy was long gone and her empty room was waiting for me to move into. I didn't know if I ever would, though. I liked sleeping in Jenifer's big king sized bed too much, especially if Jenifer was in it.

It was too late to unpack so I just stripped naked and went to bed without even unpacking. It had been a long day and I was out the minute my head hit the pillow.

Sometime around three in the morning, I felt Jenifer climb into bed and snuggle up to me. "How did your weekend go?" she asked.

She felt so good, her firm, plump body pressing up next to mine and her arms around me. I turned and gave her a long kiss. "It was wonderful," I said.

"Going to a funeral was wonderful?"

I told her what Heather and I did and about my afternoon with Rebecca. "By the way," I said, "what have you been up to? I thought you were working a night shift."

Jenifer hugged me and gave me a wet kiss on each of my nipples. "I got off at seven and then about a half dozen more times after that," she giggled.

"Oh, you were out being naughty. Anyone I know?"

"I ran into Rico tonight after work at our favorite watering hole and we got some things straight between us."

"I'll bet one of the things had a slight upward curve to it."

"He sure is one hot little dude," Jenifer said as her thigh pressed into my crotch. "I think he's about ready for us to double team him."

"You keep that up and I'll have to suck his cock by proxy," I said as I reached down and ran my finger along the swollen and sticky folds of her pussy. "I think I'm getting nastier by the minute."

"It's so much more fun being nasty," she said, kissing me. "I think you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

I loved the way Jenifer's full, luscious breasts felt in my hands and the warmth of her rounded body next to mine. She was such a sweet, loving girl. We kissed and fondled each other for a few more minutes before falling asleep in each other's arms.

I was up fairly early the next morning and after slipping out of bed without waking Jenifer, I looked over my messages while having a bowl of cereal for breakfast. I saw that I had a therapy appointment at the hospital at ten and I wondered what kind of shape Rico would be in after his tryst with Jenifer until all hours in the morning. Then there was my appointment with Jeremy in the afternoon so I figured to go there right after I was done at the hospital. I found a pair of three quarter length leggings, a thong brief and a matching skin tight crop top in my stuff for my therapy session. A super short denim skirt and a light jacket completed the outfit. After tying my hair back and kissing Jenifer good bye, I was off to my appointment with "El Cutie Pie-o."

When I got there, Rico didn't look any worse for the wear. He was a little bleary eyed, but not bad. He greeted me with his bright smile as I was shedding the jacket and skirt in preparation for the session. Before he started me on the treadmill, he had me do my stretch routine to warm up.

If it hadn't been right in the middle of a busy morning, I think I would've jumped Rico's bones right then and there. Keeping with his professional aplomb, he put me on the tread mill for about fifteen minutes then had me go through a series of resistance exercises on the weight machine. After about an hour of that, he had me lay down on one of the therapy tables and started stretching me out.

"I still can't believe how good of shape you're in," he said as he worked. "Usually a person takes a couple of months to get their muscle tone back after being down as long as you were."

"Chalk it up to the resiliency of youth," I said. "That was a good workout, but I feel that I could do more."

"You don't want to over do it. Not only is there muscle tone loss but your skeletal system and tendons suffered damage too. If you try to do too much too soon you might pull a tendon or get hairline fractures in your bones. You should watch your diet too. I've got a list of supplements you can start taking that'll help get you in shape faster."

When he was done, I followed him back to his office. He gave me the list and a copy of a diet I should follow to build myself back up again. "I feel that I should personally monitor your intake for at least one meal," he said. "How about dinner Friday night?"

"My first real date, how sweet. I'd love to. What'll I wear?"

"Something casual. I know this great little restaurant down in the Gaslight District that serves outrageous steak and seafood if that's what you like."

"Oh, I like everything, I think."

"There's a couple of neat little jazz clubs down there too that I'd like to take you to after dinner."

"Sounds like fun. How about I schedule my therapy session for Friday at the end of the day and after we're through, we can clean up and leave from here."

"That would be great."

I couldn't help but feel a tingle as I left the hospital. Over the last week or so, I had experienced many multi-orgasmic encounters, but the thought of actually going out on a date, including the conversation, entertainment and flirtations with a cute little hunk like Rico, was exciting. Jenifer described the feeling as a 'girl thing.' 

It was about eleven thirty when I showed up at Jeremy Baker's office and his secretary showed me right in. He was in his shirtsleeves working over a clutter of papers spread over his desk. I thought he looked real cute with his tie loosened and his suspenders showing. I slipped off my jacket and tossed it on a chair as he stood to welcome me. I kind of chuckled to myself when he asked my tits if I'd like something to drink. They did stand out nicely with a lot of cleavage in the tight little top I was wearing.

"A Coke would hit the spot," I said.

After his secretary left to get my drink, he sat down and we got down to business. We went over my trust fund and signed papers for the title of the house. From what I found out my parents had left Heather and me pretty well set.

"Well," I said, "if you're not too busy, would you like to go out for some lunch?"

"I usually just send out for a sandwich. When everyone else goes out to lunch, it leaves me some quiet time alone to relax or catch up on paperwork."

"I wouldn't want to impose..."

"Oh, your being here would be no imposition at all. I'd enjoy the company. It's just that I don't like fighting the lunch crowd. The deli down the street makes great sandwiches. I'd recommend their Rubin or, if you like, maybe a shrimp and avocado sandwich. Anything you want, name it and it's yours."

Your dick was the first thing that popped into my mind, but instead, I just asked for the shrimp and avocado. While he was calling in the order, I excused myself and went to the little girl's room to freshen up. Once there, I peeled off my thong briefs and the leggings and stuffed them into my purse, leaving myself bare under the skirt. By the time I was done in the bathroom, the office staff had left for lunch. As I walked down the deserted corridor to Jeremy's office with nothing on under my skirt, the feel of my bare legs rubbing together and the cool air circulating through my muff started to get me wet.

I sat down in one of the chairs at the small conference table next to Jeremy's desk and curled my legs up underneath me, exposing a good deal of bare thigh. Jeremy looked up from his task of organizing the mess on his desk then did a double take at my bare legs.

"I had to get out of those tights," I said. "They were pinching my tush."

He blushed. "Uh... Our lunch should be here any minute," he stammered. He continued busying himself with the papers, sneaking a glimpse every so often.

I smiled at him sweetly then adjusted my top so that more cleavage showed above the scoop. "Do you have a girl friend?" I asked.

"No. I'm not seeing anyone right now."

"I seem to be making you nervous."

"Nervous isn't quite the word for it. Let's just say I was glad when you turned eighteen so I didn't feel like such a pedophile. You seemed to have changed quite a bit since you've gotten out of the hospital."

"I don't remember anything from before that. How have I changed?"

"You always were a beautiful girl. It's just that you carry yourself different now. You seem sexier, like you're no longer afraid to show yourself off."

"Maybe it's just that not having a life for a while, you know, like being dead, has made me appreciate being alive. Like everyone, I have needs and wants and now I'm not afraid to pursue them." I stood and walked over to sit on the edge of his desk, facing him. "I find that I'm very attracted to you."

Jeremy slid his chair back slightly and I had the feeling that he wanted to jump up and bolt for the door. "I am quite a bit older than you," he said as he tugged nervously at his collar. "I don't know why you'd be attracted to me."

"Age has nothing to do with it. I'm sure there's lots of women who would find you attractive. I'm surprised that one of them hasn't landed you yet."

"I'm really not much of a lady's man. I've always been too busy with my practice."

"I think that you're just shy and possibly a little afraid of women. That only makes you all the more attractive. I'd like to show you that you have nothing to be afraid of. How about I just slip under your desk, take you in my mouth and build your confidence?"

"Oh God!" he breathed as I took both of his hands and placed them on my tits. I pulled my top up out of the way as I leaned down and kissed him so he could feel my bare flesh in his palms. He returned my kiss quite nicely, parting his lips slightly so that I could probe his mouth gently with my tongue. As we kissed I placed my hands over his and showed him how I like to be fondled. When he started to get that right, I reached down and opened the front of his pants and freed his expanding cock.

I slipped down under his desk and moistened the helmet shaped tip of his cock with my lips. Jeremy moaned and ran his hands into my hair as I practiced what Heather had taught me about deep throating. It felt as if he were about to come when there was a knock on his door and I could hear the delivery boy from the deli come in, uninvited. "A Rubin and a shrimp salad special," he said. "That'll be nine eighty seven."

I just kept at Jeremy's cock so he wouldn't lose his hard on while he dug in his pants for some money. "Keep the change," he croaked.

"Whoa! Thank you Mr. Baker," the delivery said as he left.

When I heard the door slam behind him, all I had to do was give Jeremy's cock about two more strokes with a little tongue action and he started unloading several years' worth of come. I opened my throat and nuzzled my nose into his pube hair as he pumped load after load directly down my throat.

I managed to get it all without spilling a drop. When Jeremy's cock stopped twitching, I rolled his chair back a little and stood up. He looked up at me with a big grin on his face. "Absolutely incredible!" he said.

I saw that he was still hard, so before his cock could go soft, I turned around and straddled his lap and hiked my skirt up. "God, you have a beautiful ass," he whispered as I reached through my legs and positioned the bulbous head of his cock between my pussy lips right at the opening of my sopping snatch. He stroked his hands up over my ass and held me by the hips as I pressed down, completely engulfing his stiff rod in my hot sheath with one slow movement.

Imagining the view Jeremy had along with the sensations of me sliding my pussy up and down over his hard cock started building that delicious tension in the core of my being. I reached down and stroked my fingers over my clit and felt the hard tube of flesh cleaving my pussy lips. A low moan escaped my mouth as I felt my orgasm start to build. When my body began to tense up and start to spasm uncontrollably, I couldn't support my weight any longer so I had to set down on Jeremy's lap which drove his cock clear up into me.

With his cock still buried deep into me, Jeremy stood and positioned me face down on the top of his desk. That's when the fun began! I was senseless with ecstasy as he pounded his cock into me from behind. Somehow I managed to get a grip on the edge of his desk, spilling papers everywhere, so I could meet his thrusts and push back as he ground his pelvis into my twitching pussy.

I just kept coming and coming with every stroke. Somewhere through the orgasmic frenzy, I heard Jeremy start to groan then felt his body start to tense. His thrusting slowed down a little as he started to quiver, then with a series of violent spasms, he filled my already dripping cunt with hot semen. After a few more slow strokes, he bent down, hugging my back, and kissed the back of my neck. "Oh Sara," he breathed into my ear. "You don't know how often I've dreamt about doing this with you. I couldn't imagine it being any better than this."

My consciousness was totally awash with the satiation he had given me with his marvelous penis. He helped me up and I turned in his arms and gave him a hot, wet kiss. "You were absolutely wonderful," I said.

He held me until I stopped twitching. "I'll understand if you would like someone else to handle your legal affairs."

"If you handle legal affairs anywhere as good as you handle love affairs, I wouldn't want anyone else handling mine." We got our clothes straightened out and had just sat down to eat our sandwiches when Jeremy's secretary returned from her lunch.

As I started to leave, Jeremy stopped me. "I have something to confess," he said, all seriousness. "I have been infatuated by you since you first came to my office with your mother to review your trust. You were only about thirteen at the time and I felt so guilty and perverted."

"You're only perverted if you act on those feelings," I told him.

"I managed to keep my feelings to myself and act in a professional manner. Every year you grew more breathtakingly beautiful and I would find any excuse to call you and your mother into the office. Of course, I never thought for a minute that there would be a chance that we would ever get together. I was devastated when I found out what had happened to you." He looked down and shuffled his feet. "What I'm trying to say is that I don't want what happened here today to be just an afternoon fling. Can I call you? I'd like to see you socially."

"Yes I'd like that very much," I said. "You'll have to realize though, that I'm not the same person I was. I'm not even sure who I am yet. I have a lot of finding out to do, so you'll have to be patient with me. You are a sweet man and I like you a lot. You made me feel so good today. I don't want it to end there."

"I've waited this long, so I think I can wait a little longer for my impossible dream."

"I might be out of town for a while this summer and I don't want you to get out of the habit of keeping female company. I'll introduce you to my roommate, Jenifer. She's one hot little babe and I'll ask her to keep your horns trimmed while I'm gone."

"You are unbelievable," he said as he took me in his arms and kissed me soundly.

"Life's too precarious to do without the pursuit of pleasure. You deserve all you can get." I put my arms around his neck and kissed him long and deep. "I'll be back," I said in my best Schwarzeneggar imitation, then left. I had to stop back in the ladies room and put my thong briefs back on to keep my pussy juices from dripping down my leg.

As I left the building, I realized that I was quickly running out of money. The trust fund payment wasn't due until the first of the month and the money I had wouldn't last that long.

I figured the first place to start looking for a job was the modeling agency where I had been working. Hopefully, I could fake my way through a couple of assignments. I didn't have a clue what modeling was all about, but I vowed to give it my best shot.

To Be Continued...



Sara's Journey Ch. 09



Sunset Model Agency was located in a nice storefront in the university district. There were about a half dozen beautiful people, both male and female, sitting in the waiting room and a short, round bespectacled man behind the desk. When he looked up at me, his face lit up. "Sara!" he said. "You're back! How are you feeling? Ready to go back to work?"

"I'm feeling great," I said. "I just thought I'd stop by and see what was happening."

"Courtney is going to be tickled to see you. Come on back."

I glanced at the people in the waiting room and saw their looks of jealously. They'd probably been waiting all afternoon for an interview.

The little round man ushered me into an office and said, "Courtney, look who's back."

The thin, stern faced woman behind the desk started to stand and I thought her smile would crack her face through all of the make up. When she finally quit standing, I could see that she was over six feet tall. She came around the desk and took both of my hands in hers. "Sara, I'm so glad to see you," she said. "We've really missed you around here. Such a tragedy about Dennis. We knew how close you two were."

"I don't remember anything from before I woke up in the hospital. My past life is a total blank."

"At least you found your way back here."

"I remember you coming to see me and I found your business card in my purse, so I thought I'd see if there was any work for me."

"There'll always be work for you, my dear. You're so photogenic. And you're so much more thinner now, you can do more fashion work even though your breasts are still a little large."

"I must have been a little butterball."

"You were the darling of the swimsuit photographers and I was always getting asked to have you do lingerie shoots."

"I didn't see any lingerie pictures in my portfolio."

"You steadfastly refused to do them and nudes were out of the question. We could have made a fortune."

"Well, I'm a whole different person now. I think I'd enjoy doing something sexy."

"You mean it? There's at least a dozen photographers that have been begging to have you do something like that."

"I'd like to do some nude modeling too."

"Yes!" Courtney exclaimed. "We're going to make each other rich! You're going to need a whole new portfolio. Okay, let's start at the top. Henri Bouchard is the best and I know he's shown interest in you. I think I can cut a deal with him for a thousand dollars and a dozen portfolio shots. How does that sound for starters?"

"That would be great, except for one thing; I don't have clue what modeling is about. I can't even put on make up anymore."

"Just don't you worry, we'll take care of everything," Courtney said as she refolded herself behind the desk and started dialing the phone. "Henri?" She said into the receiver. "Courtney, from Sunset Models. Have I got a deal for you. Do you remember talking to me about Sara McFarland? Well, she's here and wants to do some nudes. You do? You will? That's great! We'll talk after the test shots come out." She hung up the phone and looked up at me. "Seven thirty tomorrow morning at Henri's studio, that okay?"

"Oh god, I hope I can handle it."

"Henri is real easy to work for. He'll tell you exactly what he wants you to do. And don't worry about the make up thing. He always has Tresa, his assistant, do the make up. Oh, and one other thing, wear something loose and no binding underwear. We wouldn't want to have any press marks on your beautiful body. A test shoot should only take a couple of hours. He'll do some Polaroids, a video, and maybe some thirty-five millimeter. It'll be fun, you'll see. If you've forgotten everything about modeling, maybe we should go over all your paperwork again any way," she said as she dug out my file and a stack of blank forms. While we were going over the individual forms, she explained all about her commission and the model release forms. There was also a stipulation in my contract as a Sunset Model that I would at all times maintain a professional attitude and conduct myself in a moral manner. "We make sure all of the photographers that use our models are licensed and bonded professionals. What it all boils down to is that we don't want any screwing around on the job. There are some agencies that are nothing more than outcall services for hookers and we want no part of that business." 

As I was filling out the individual forms and signing them, I had to copy all of my vital information from the cards in my wallet to get them right. I guess amnesia is like that.

It was a little after seven the next morning when I finally found the Bouchard studio located up in the hills overlooking the city. I was hoping that I could pull it off. Tresa met me at the door and led me inside. She was a stunning little blond with a fabulous body tucked into a pair of skintight jeans and a chambray shirt, tied at the waist to show lots of cleavage. Her honey colored tresses were tied up haphazardly and her bright blue eyes twinkled through a pair of heavy rimmed glasses. I would have said she was a world class beauty. "Boy, you're sure early," she said.

"I wasn't sure if I could find the place so I left early."

"You've been here before, haven't you?"

"Maybe, but that was before my amnesia."

"Oh, yeah, Courtney said something about that. Care for some coffee?"

"That would be great," I said as I followed through the big house. "What am I supposed to do? It's like I'm new to this."

"Don't be nervous. Henri likes a certain freshness in his models. You'll do just fine. Needless to say, he's tickled that you consented to do some nudes for him. He pestered Courtney for months before....you know, before." She showed me into the studio. "Hey guys, Sara's here," she said, then introduced me all around.

Henri looked to be in his mid fifties with a slight paunch, gray hair and a pair of half glasses perched on the end of his nose. His other assistant, George, was the dark brooding type that looked like he had to shave twice a day and had a body out of a muscle magazine. When he spoke, he had a slight feminine lilt to his voice that made me suspect he was gay.

"I can't wait to get you on film," Henri said. "The camera's always loved your face. First, I'd like to do a few close ups without your make up while you finish your coffee."

"I'm not wearing any," I said as Tresa handed me a cup of steaming coffee.

"Oh, really? That's great. We can get right to work then," he said as he finished loading his camera.

All I could find to wear that wasn't too binding was the little sundress I had worn in Sacramento and a little pink cardigan sweater to keep the morning chill off. Henri had me take off the sweater and set down on a barstool while he made some adjustments to the lights. He took a few shots while I sipped my coffee then he had me slip the straps of my dress down off of my shoulders. It seemed like he said, "Great," or, "Fabulous," with every click of the camera.

When he ran out of film, he had Tresa take me to the change room to undress. I slipped out of my dress and she handed me a terry robe to wear while she put some make up on me. When she was through, I'll have to admit, I was gorgeous. "I really envy your ability to put on make up," I said. "Every time I try, I end up looking like a whore."

"Gawd, you really don't need any. I thought you were wearing some when you came in this morning. . When it came to getting down to business, I found out how difficult it really was to do nude modeling. Getting naked with Jenifer, Rico, Heather, Dave, Rebecca or Jeremy was natural and titillating, but getting naked in front Henri, George and Tresa with them fully dressed and ready to go to work was a whole different matter. I really started getting a case of the jitters. I had to do something to relax and change my mind set. There were two sets made up in the studio and when Henri said he wanted to do a few last minute adjustments to one of them, I asked if I could do some relaxation exercises in front of the mirrored wall of the other one. 

"Sure, go ahead," he said. "We'll only be a minute here." I hadn't had a chance to do my stretch routine in front of a full length mirror yet that day, so I slipped out of the robe, draped it over a nearby barstool and assumed the start position. When I worked with Rico in the therapy room he had me work in front of a mirror so that I could concentrate on my form. I really needed the visual input to see if I was doing the exercises correctly. With palms together and feet planted shoulder width apart, I took a cleansing breath and started the routine. With slow deliberate movements, concentrating on the functions of each muscle group, I would reach, step, pivot and reach again. I hadn't been able to do the exercises with that range of movement with clothes on and it felt really good to do them naked.

I thought that Henri would stop me when he was ready, but I was able to progress through the entire routine without interruption. When I finished with another cleansing breath, I saw them in the mirror, behind me. When I turned around to face them, they all gave me a round of applause. "There," I said, turning to face them. "Now I'm all relaxed and ready for anything."

"That was absolutely marvelous!" Henri said. "I think I managed to get all but your first few moves on film. I hope you didn't mind."

"Hey, I'm working for you. Take what ever pictures you like."

"This is so great," Henri said. "I think we have a series of some very marketable photos. Now let's see how well you can pose for the camera."

The first set was a group of boxes, stacked and draped with a blanket. George positioned me on the boxes and Henri started to direct me on how he wanted me to move. As I twisted this way and that, moving my legs straight, bent, open or closed in different degrees, I started warming up to the camera. Because the photos were for a primarily male audience, I had a pretty good idea what Henri wanted. "Lean forward a bit," Henri would say, "That's it, press them together. You have beautiful breasts, show them to me."

I really started to like having this body. I seemed to instinctively know how to position myself and just exactly what to do in front of the camera to get a response. It felt good from the inside too. My tits were swollen and felt erotically heavy as I stroked them and teased my nipples to hard little points. Jumbled thoughts of Jeremy, Rico and Dave and how good it felt with their stiffened members inside me ran through my mind. When Henri had me turn more on my side with one leg up, my free hand unconsciously traveled down and cupped my muff. I could feel that my pussy lips were swollen and coated with my slippery moisture. I was completely oblivious of the camera and the people who were witnessing my display as my middle finger pressed into my seam to spread the nectar there over my silky inner lips.

Henri continued giving me directions and I slid and slithered into position trying my best to keep my movements at a slow fluid flow. When that portion of the shoot was done, Henri wiped his brow with a handkerchief and said, "If the camera captured even a portion of the sexuality you were showing, that set will be a real sizzler. I can not believe the change in you since the last time you modeled for me. You had a problem wearing a thong bikini."

"I guess I'm not the same person I was then," I said. "Since I got out of the hospital, I've really been in touch with my body. I feel like I should experience my sensuality to the limit."

"I could see that," Henri said. "Our next little shoot will be a reverse strip. You'll start in the nude then we'll put articles of clothing on you as we go. When the set is completed, we just order them in reverse and it should look like a sensual strip. This way, the various articles of lingerie won't leave their marks on you." The set was made up to resemble a Victorian Boudoir. I started in a languorous pose across the four poster bed. After several shots, I moved to a standing position in front of a chair and Tresa handed me a pair of silk stockings rolled down to the feet and a pair of high heels. This series of shots kept all of us busy. George dealt with the lights in between arranging the furniture as needed and picking up the Polaroids as Henri shot them. All the while Tresa was helping me pose in the various stages of undress. After the stockings came the bustier, then a lacy little G-string followed by a silk blouse and a tweed skirt.

"I think that went very well," Henri said as he rewound the film in one of his thirty-five millimeter cameras. We got three complete scenarios in about that many hours, a real good shoot. If these pictures turn out as well as I think they will, I'll want to contract at least another ten hours with you."

"All at once?" I asked. I didn't think I was up to doing a ten-hour day just yet.

"Oh no," Henri said. "A couple of hours at a time, just like today."

"Yeah, we have to get the sets made up and the lighting staged before you get here," George said. "Any more than a couple of hours like this morning, and I'll start wishing I was a lesbian."

"Me too, I'm afraid," Tresa said as she handed me my robe. "I've got to say, you were really hot."

"I was just trying to do what comes natural to me."

"Well, it looks like you've got a natural talent for eroticism," Henri said. "When these pictures hit the stands, every photographer in the country will be wanting you to model for them."

I changed into my little sundress with nothing on under it and Tresa met me back in the studio and saw me to the door. I was still tingling from the erotic thoughts of the session when I arrived at the apartment. The cool breeze blowing under my dress and caressing my naked thighs on the drive home didn't help much either.

Jenifer was just waking up when I came in. "How'd it go?" she asked from the bedroom.

"Great! I loved it. I never thought that getting naked in front of all those people would get me so horny. Gawd! My pussy's just twitching."

"Well, why don't you slip out of that dress and come back to bed for a little while?"

Sounded good to me. In less than a heartbeat, my dress was piled on the floor and I was in bed pressing my naked body next to Jenifer's. She had gotten used to sleeping au natural since we moved in together.

"I like getting naked with someone," Jenifer said. "But I don't know if I could get undressed in front a bunch of people."

"If you like showing off your body..."

"And you've got the body to show off. Come on, you're driving me crazy. You know how horny I am when I wake up in the morning."

Jenifer's hand went straight to my already sopping pussy. As her lips pressed to mine and her tongue snuck into my mouth, I could feel her deft fingers part the moist curls of my muff and dip into the slippery wetness that had formed in my sensitive slit. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me so that her generous boobs were pressing into mine.

I reveled in the softness of Jenifer's body as her fingers drove me to distraction. She knew instinctively how to get me excited and after the turn on of the photo session, she had me just about ready to come in just a few minutes. As I squirmed under her touch, I could feel her distended nipples pass over mine, back and forth. My thigh found its way between Jenifer's legs and I pressed it against her sweet pussy. She responded by pressing back and rubbing herself up and down as her fingers slid up inside me. One light stroke over the sensitive area up there and I went off like a gun!

Jenifer continued humping my thigh as she kissed her way down my neck and started feasting on my tits, sucking and gently nibbling on my nipples, first one, then the other. The scent of her hair and the musky aroma of her skin added to the sensual pleasure, making me want to taste the tangy flavor of her succulent pussy.

As Jenifer kissed her way down over my abdomen, headed towards my crotch, I managed to turn around so that my head was positioned between her thighs and the heady aroma of her sex wafted to my nostrils. I parted her strawberry blond curls with my tongue and began lapping up her succulent nectar just as her lips wrapped around my swollen clitoris and she began flicking it gently with her tongue.

Jenifer's oral manipulations were driving me into a state of orgasmic ecstasy. I continued sucking, lapping and driving my fingers into her tight opening as my consciousness went into another dimension.

I think we both peaked at about the same time, because next I knew, Jenifer was back in my arms where we held each other until our spasms subsided. "That was just what the doctor ordered," I moaned.

"I couldn't think of a better way to start the day," Jenifer said. "You had a look on your face when you came in the bedroom this morning that suggested you might have needed that."

"And you were right. When I was done posing, I wanted to fuck everyone in sight."

"They wouldn't let you?"

"I was afraid to ask. I think it would have been very unprofessional."

"In that case, all you have to do is schedule your modeling sessions for a time when you can come straight home to me and I'll take care of that little problem."

"You've got a deal," I said, glancing at the clock. "Whoa! Courtney wanted me to come by the agency this afternoon. I'd better get rolling."

"Yeah, I've got an aerobics class before I go to work today."

"You seemed to have left quite an impression on Henri this morning," Courtney said as she met me at the front desk. "He called right after you left. He's offering top model's scale and wants to publish the photos he took this morning. The Polaroids are on their way over to Cary Galliant's office right now."

"Of Player's Magazine?"

"The same. Henri thinks you're centerfold material."

"Oh wow!"

"If so, Player's will buy your contract from me and you'll split ten thousand dollars with Henri."

"I never thought those Player's Companions were real. They were all too beautiful and perfect."

"The magic of photography. You just might become one of them now."

"I think I'll wait and see before I start spending the money."

"Speaking of which, here's a check for four hundred and fifty dollars. Henri's retainer fee minus our ten percent."

"Great! Now I have something to blow foolishly on rent and groceries."

"I can keep you working as much as you want," Courtney said. "Now that word's out you're back and doing nudes, the phone's been ringing off the hook."

"I'm still a little weak from my ordeal. My doctor said that I should take it easy for about a month or so."

"I'll put everyone off until Monday. Come back in Friday afternoon and we'll work out a schedule for you."



Sara's Journey Ch. 10



Jenifer was working the swing shift so I had the place to myself. One nice thing about Jenifer's apartment is that her bedroom has a big sliding glass door that goes out onto a deck that overlooks a deep narrow canyon filled with a jungle of vegetation. On a clear day, you could probably see the ocean from there if there wasn't an apartment complex on the other side of the ravine right in the way. I kicked off my pumps, slid the door open all the way to catch some breeze, and walked out to enjoy the sunset. The late afternoon sun had kept the deck fairly warm. I wanted to get out of my clothes and feel the breeze on my skin.

Just as I was turning to go back inside and get comfortable, a movement on the roof of the apartments across that way caught my eye. I nonchalantly leaned on the rail and acted as if I was just catching a breath of fresh air while I scrutinized the rooftop a little closer. There were two guys with a telescope pointing right at me. For some strange reason the thought of those guys watching me sent a spark of excitement through me. Yeah, I wanted to use this beautiful body to drive a couple of peeping toms right out of their minds.

I needed to do my exercises anyway, so I looked over the canyon both ways as if to see if anyone was watching then pulled off my blouse and tossed it on the chaise lounge. I turned my back to my observers and unzipped my skirt, then pushed it and my slip down to my thighs and let it drop to a heap around my ankles, leaving me in just my panties, garter belt and hose. I picked up my blouse and laid it neatly on the chaise then did the same with my skirt and slip. I turned around to face the ravine as I massaged my tits to get my nipples hard. I hoped those guys had a powerful telescope.

I pulled my panties off then sat on the edge of the chaise to take my stockings off. I knew my audience was getting a clear shot at my beaver as I unfastened the garters and rolled my stockings down my leg, one at a time. I stood and did some basic breathing exercises, then some stretches. By this time, the sun had set and it was getting pretty dark. I'd have bet those guys thought the show was over, but I had a surprise for them. I needed to do my stretch routine in front of a full-length mirror and the closest thing we had to that was the reflection in the sliding glass door. It worked better if there was a light shining directly on you so I positioned a lamp in front of the slider and turned it on, spotlighting me.

For the time being, I needed to concentrate on my form and try to work through the slight feeling of imbalance I had. Every once in a while though, while I was holding a pose, I would think of what kind of view I was showing. After I had completed the slow centering routine, I practiced a series of fast moves and high kicks. I still amazed myself on how agile this body was and how high I could kick. Working with the reflection was good practice for me so I could watch my form.

My physical form wasn't bad, either. Just watching the reflection of the body I had was getting me horny. I ran my hands up over my hips, over my abdomen and up to cup my tits in both hands. They were nice perky C cup tits with extended areolas and very sensitive nipples that stuck out like pencil erasers. When I pinched them, it would send little jolts of pleasure straight to my pussy. I think I could almost come just from doing that.

While I continued to rub my tits with one hand and pinch my nipples, first one then the other, I reached down and ran my hand over my muff. When my fingers passed over the top of my crease, I felt that my inner labia were swollen and slippery wet. I loved the perfect `V' of dark hair that formed my muff. As my fingers worked deeper into my crease over the sensitive flesh, I could feel the orgasmic pressure building in my lower abdomen. When my middle finger slipped inside me and pressed on the magic spot hidden there, the first wave crashed over me. It felt so good I had to do it again, this time by pressing the heel of my hand into my clitoris while I fingered the patch of twitching tissues inside my tight sheath. This time my legs started shaking and I had to sit down on the edge of the bed as I went over the top. I flopped back on the bed and hooked my heels on the edge as my hand frantically worked in my pussy pumping out wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy.

I lay there on the bed in that position for I don't know how long before the twitching and moaning subsided. I figured that was enough show for one night so I reached over and turned the light out.

When I crawled into bed and made myself comfortable, all of the activity of the day along with my little routine and the series of earth shattering climaxes got the best of me. I didn't even hear Jenifer come to bed. Next I knew it was morning and she was all curled up next to me.

I had taken a brisk walk, done a short workout in the apartments' exercise room and was on my second cup of coffee by the time Jenifer got up. She came into the kitchen pulling on her thin satin robe. "I've got to work a seven to seven overtime graveyard shift tonight," She said. "I feel obligated to spend at least a part of the money before I make it. Would you like to hit the malls today?"

"I'd love to. My wardrobe is really pathetic. But I have to see Courtney at the agency this afternoon. Then I have a therapist appointment at four."

"And then dinner with Rico, I heard."

"The days of our lives with all our children at General Hospital," I laughed.

"Memorial Hospital," Jenifer said as she hugged me.

Courtney was glad to see me, as always. "I could keep you busy twenty six hours a day, eight days a week," she said when I came in. "How much do you want to work?"

"I've got some things that I have to take care of and I'm still recovering," I told her. "I could do half days, three, maybe four days a week."

"Okay, for now, until you get your strength back, we'll do Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, four hours each. One problem though; Stephen Hicks needs someone of your quality for a two day location shoot outside of Las Vegas. He'll pay two thousand dollars, plus expenses. He's desperate. He saw your pictures and he wants you."

"When's this going to take place?"

"Next week end."

"I can give you an answer by Wednesday, that okay?"

"That'll be fine. Now, how would you like to do about a two hour shoot this afternoon?"

"Starting what time? I have to be at my physical therapist's at four thirty."

"You could go over right now. You would be out of there by four at the latest. One thing though, this photographer does some real kinky work. Are you ready for that?"

"How much does it pay?"

"Three hundred dollars. Minus our commission, that would leave you about two hundred and seventy dollars."

"Give me this guy's address."

The studio was down in the old part of town off of Harbor drive in a bunch of what appeared to be abandoned warehouses. I went into the office part and was greeted by a guy that looked to be a burnt out hippie. "Sara McFarland?" he asked. "Great. I'm Clink Morgan. Go ahead and take your clothes off. We need to get the pressmarks out of your skin before we can start shooting. If you're shy, I've got a clean sheet back there you can wrap up in till you're ready. Meanwhile I'll go start setting up."

"Where do I go to change?"

"Anywhere you like. There's just me and my wife here. She'll help you with your make up and costume."

When he left, I stripped out of my exercise shorts and jogging bra and was taking my shoes off when the photographer's wife came in with the sheet over her arm. "Yes, you'll do, you'll do nicely," she said. "You are a little too sweet looking, but we can fix that with make up and a few temporary tattoos."

I followed her out of the office as I wrapped myself loosely in the sheet, and into a little unisex bathroom. I sat on the edge of the tub while she daubed my face with make up. I paid close attention to what she did in hopes that I might pick up some pointers. We had to do some eye liner and mascara, which I hate. When she was done, I looked positively nasty. After she pulled my hair up in a bun, she fitted a black wig on my head that had long straight hair that fell to my waist. She put a black leather biker's cap over the wig and when I checked myself out in the mirror an idea started to form in my mind.

She stuck tattoo decals on the side of my right tit, the cheek of my ass and my left shoulder. Next came the `costume.' We started off with fishnet stockings, then the thigh high black leather high-heeled boots with buckles at the top to hold them up. After that she had me put on a belt and collar contraption all connected with leather straps and O rings. Two leather straps hung from the studded leather belt, connected in front by two huge O-rings, went through the groin to either side of my pussy and buckled to the belt in the back. A network of leather straps surrounded my tits, looking like the outline of a bra but not covering anything. That was all connected to the collar in the front and wrapped around to buckle to the belt in the back. Next there was soft leather sleeves that covered from the wrist to the elbow like long gloves without the hands, only a loop that goes around your middle finger. A black leather motorcycle jacket topped off the whole thing with long fringe down the sleeves and across the back.

Parked on the set was a full blown, genuine Harley Davidson motorcycle. The session wasn't too kinky except for the outfit I was wearing. Clink positioned me on the Harley in various poses while taking close ups of my tits, ass and pussy. Setting on that piece magnificent machinery, my bare bottom rubbing against the fine leather of the step up seat and my exposed flesh pressed into the cold steel, started to get me excited. Just knowing what the Harley would sound and feel like fired up and rumbling down the road at a high rate of speed was an undeniable sexual feeling. There's nothing like the feel of a genuine Harley between your legs. Right then and there, I decided I was going to get one of my own. I was thinking it would be great to get out on the road and get the wind in my face for the pure pleasure of it.

As I leaned back on the seat of the bike and gave the camera a sly, sexy sideways glance, the thought came to me that some of the biker types might not be too bad to get to know. I stood next to the bike and struck a pose thinking to myself how this sweet body would attract the ones I wanted to get next to. As I squatted down with my knees apart to wink at the camera, I ran my finger lightly over my crease and wondered what it would be like to be fucked by a burley, bearded biker dude.

There were a few fairly hot biker babes around too, if I remembered correctly. Some are even known to be bisexual. I went down on my hands and knees directly in front of the Harley and thought it might not be too bad to lick a pussy as well as fuck a nice hard dick. I'd still have to be turned on by whoever it would be, so they would have to be someone who showers regular. I stood up and leaned over the handle bars, turning my butt to the camera and said to myself, "Come on all you nasty bikers, come and get it!"

By the time the set was finished, I had a plan. It was going to take some work and cost some money, but it would sure be fun. I was also dripping wet and twitching by the time we were done. Poor Rico, he didn't stand a chance!

When I finally got to the hospital physical therapy room, about a quarter to five, I was tingling with anticipation. Of course the photo session with the Harley left me dripping horny, but the thought of going out on a real date, dinner, dancing, live jazz and then a stop at Rico's house for drinks and...

Maybe it was a good thing that he was busy with some other patients when I came in because I don't think I could have allowed him the professional detachment he needed. Bernice gave me a few minutes to do my stretch routine before she put me on the treadmill to warm up. I was in the middle of my resistance weight program when everybody packed it up and went home for the night. Rico came over and spotted me while I finished up a set of bench presses. I momentarily lost my concentration when I looked up and saw the crotch of Rico's white hospital uniform pants above me as he stood at the head of the bench ready to catch the bar if I needed help.

"Looks like you're doing pretty good," He said. 

"I've been doing little endurance workouts at the apartment gym."

"Just be sure and not over do it. Are you about done here?"

"I'll need to shower and change somewhere before we go out. Should I do it here or can I do it at your place?"

"Hospital administration has been getting real twitchy about my using the facilities for personal things. My place is kind of on the way and I figured you'd need to change there anyway." I finished my work out and followed Rico to his place in my own car so there would be no hassle about him taking me home after our date. I had a tame little linen suit and a silk blouse with matching tap pants in my garment bag and my undies, some cosmetics and my blow dryer in a little over night bag.

Rico's little one bedroom duplex, located between the University district and downtown, was furnished quite tastefully in a Southwestern motif and every thing was spotlessly clean. Of course, me being the guest, I got to take the first shower. While I was busy in the bathroom, Rico went next door to where his buddy lived and used his shower and dressed for dinner. By the time I was done, he was waiting for me in the living room.

The Gaslight District of San Diego was the old part of town all faithfully restored with cute little shops and trendy restaurants near the Horton Plaza Mall. Rico had made reservations at a little Italian restaurant that specialized in seafood and Sicilian cuisine. We were seated right away and as we were looking over our menus, Rico asked, "Would you like me to order for you?"

"Would you? Everything sounds so good, I can't make up my mind." Our dinners were excellent, the wine was perfect and dessert was scrumptious. When we were done, Rico took me to a jazz club down the street. We were righteously entertained for two sets of a really great little band then Rico suggested we retire to his place for a nightcap. Even though the music was great, I was kind of anxious to get back into Rico's pants. Just the thought of his hard body next to mine was starting to make me wet.

Back at Rico's place, I slipped off my jacket and made myself comfortable on one of his barstools looking into the kitchen while he blended us up a batch of margaritas. "There's nothing like a like a few tequila drinks to loosen a girl's virtue," I said, tasting the concoction. "Mmm, that's perfect. I can feel my almost nonexistent virtue loosening already."

"Well, here's to beautiful young women with loose virtues," Rico toasted, touching my glass with his.

"And here's to the gorgeous hunks who take advantage of us."

Rico refilled our glasses and led me over to his couch. Before we sat down, he picked up his remote control and pressed a few buttons, filling the living room with soft jazz at a low volume. It was a classic seduction scene but I fell for it, hook line and sinker.

There was something about Rico that really turned me on. With his looks, he could be real cocky but he was as sweet as could be. He was sure of himself in a very romantic way. He was intelligent, articulate and considerate. He would have to be that way to be so good at helping people to overcome their injuries or handicaps. Not to mention that he smelled good too.

Before we could set down, I slipped into his arms as if that was where I was meant to be. His lips, so soft and warm, moved over mine, pressing just right and sending a tingle clear to my toes. I didn't wear a bra because I liked the feel of the silk on my bare tits and how it kept my nipples hard, and the feel of Rico's hard body through the silk was incredible.

"God, you feel so good," I whispered into the crook of his neck after out lips finally separated. "You know, you've created a monster. You shouldn't have been so good the first time we made love."

"You are an absolute voluptuary. I couldn't have done it without you," Rico said as he sat on the couch and gently pulled me down next to him. Our mouths met again and as I gently probed my tongue between our parted lips, it felt like he was taking my breath away. His hand found my breast and he lightly worried my nipples through the silk.

It wasn't long before I was astride his lap with my skirt bunched around my waist. Somehow the top buttons of my blouse had come unbuttoned and Rico's lips were pressing into the bare flesh of my tits and sucking on my nipples. Each suck, nibble or caress sent bolts of passion fire coursing through my body.

Rico's hand stroked up my stockinged thigh and his eyes went wide when his fingers touched the bare flesh above the nylon top. "I hate panty hose," I said.

"You are like someone out of my wildest fantasy," he whispered as his hand continued up over my bare butt under my silk tap pants.

I managed to get the front of his shirt unbuttoned while he was busy kissing, sucking and nibbling my tits. Our mouths met once again and as we kissed deeply, one of his hands stroked over the thin silk covering my pussy. When his finger pressed the fabric into my feminine crevice, I held his body to mine as the jolts of pure pleasure completely took over my consciousness. When I could stand no more, I whispered in his ear, "Take me to your bed and ravage my body." He stood, still holding me, and carried me to his bedroom. I held tight around his neck until he sat me down on his bed. While he slid my skirt and tap pants down over my legs, leaving me in only my stockings and garter belt, I reached up and unfastened the front of his pants, freeing his swelling cock. Once I had kicked my skirt and tap pants free, I leaned up on one elbow and kissed the helmet shaped tip of his cock and ran my tongue along its sensitive underside. I loved the feel of it as I gently sucked it into my mouth and stroked my lips up and down the engorging shaft.

Rico managed to kick his pants and shoes off and without releasing his now hard cock, I stroked my hand over his tight ass and pulled him on the bed in a kneeling position facing my feet. As his cock sunk deep into my throat, he kissed his way down my exposed inner thighs and nuzzled in my pubic thatch. I just about choked on his cock when he parted the sensitive folds of my pussy with the tip of his tongue and ran it over the nubbin of my clitoris.

I loved the sensation of Rico fucking my mouth and the head of his dick sliding down my throat as his tongue dipped into my snatch and flicked over my clit. I found myself clawing at his butt as I involuntarily arched my head back to receive his cock and raised my legs in the air to facilitate his probing tongue. He held my thighs tightly to the side of his head as his tongue rapidly flicked over my clit in a buzzing sensation, sending me right to the pinnacle of ecstasy. I would have screamed as my climax crashed over me, but my mouth and throat were filled with Rico's delicious cock. The vibrations of my muffled moans as my body was wracked with orgasmic spasms and the contraction of my throat muscles around Rico's dick brought him right along with me. I was able to feel his cock swell and jerk as he pumped gouts of hot semen directly down my throat.

Before I could come back to my senses, Rico was in my arms, smothering my face, neck, ears and tits with kisses. I was so sensitive to his touch, every place his lips made contact felt as if there were a current of electricity passing between us. Not wanting the sexual charge to diminish, I cradled Rico's torso between my quivering thighs and guided his still hard cock into my dripping orifice. After that crashing climax, I felt wide open and juicy but Rico's dick still stretched me out and filled me to capacity.




Sara's Journey Ch. 10



The sensation of that long, hard shaft sliding into me had me moaning, writhing and clutching on to his back. It seemed as if every stroke of that marvelous member sent an orgasmic spasm through my body, building pressure towards another earth shattering climax. I undulated my hips, meeting his every thrust, taking him as deep into me as I could. Sometimes he would lie on top of me with my legs flat so that his shaft rubbed against my clit with every stroke. Other times he would lift my legs so that they pressed into my tits and stroke in and out of me from a kneeling position, his cock going deep with the rim of the helmet shaped tip brushing over my G-spot with every stroke.

It seemed like I stayed at my orgasmic peak for hours, having one climax after the other as Rico's hard, sweating body rammed his fabulous rod into me, stirring my insides to a quivering jelly until I was absolutely delirious with ecstasy. Somewhere through my delirium, I remember feeling Rico's body tense up and then with a loud groan, he spasmed and spilled his load deep into my insides then collapsed in my arms. He kissed me, stroked me and held me until our spasms subsided and we drifted off to sleep, snuggled tightly in each other's arms.

To Be Continued...



Sara's Journey Ch. 11



Courtney took me to a very nice Thai restaurant for lunch. Her main purpose for treating was to convince me to take that weekend shoot in Vegas. "When Steve does his location shoots, he always takes his motor home so that his people can get out of the elements. The actual shooting will only take about four hours during the late morning and early afternoon."

"What sort of accommodations will I have? I hope we won't all be staying in the motor home."

"Heavens no. You'll have a room at Bally's with an open tab. Knowing Steve, he'll probably want to take you out to dinner then show you the town."

"All that and a two thousand dollar fee? Wow! How could a girl refuse? I'll bet this Steve Hicks character is an old toad."

"Are you kidding? He started off on the other side of the camera. Even in his late thirties, he is absolutely gorgeous and thinks he isn't. If I weren't married..."

I gave it some serious thought. I knew my house was going to need paint, inside and out, and I should at least carpet the living room, all of which was going to cost lots of money. "You can tell Mr. Hicks I'll do it," I said.

"That is great. Steve'll be tickled," Courtney said as she signaled for the waiter and asked for a phone. "I'll give him a call right now." She spoke to him for about a half a minute then handed the phone to me.

"Hi, Sara," he said. "I'm really glad you're going to make it. You would probably like to know a little about this shoot."

"That would help. This'll be the first location shoot for me so I'll need to know what to bring."

"A good pair of hiking boots for beginners. I found this place a couple of years ago and I've wanted to do a photo layout there ever since. It's about five miles out of Vegas on dirt road and then about a three-quarter mile hike over pretty rugged terrain to the spot. Its' all beautiful red sandstone and desert brush and there's a pretty good-sized swimming hole at the end of the hike where the rocks have caught the desert rain. A couple of my men will take all of the equipment in and have it all set up by the time we get there."

"How many models will there be?"

"I only have one other model so far. She's African American. Tisha Williams, do you know her?"

"I've heard of her."

"I hope to find a well endowed natural blond to round out the shoot."

"How does a thirty six D, twenty four, thirty eight, strawberry blond about five four sound? She's really cute, lightly freckled, a little stout without a dimple anywhere."

"Sounds perfect. When can I meet her?"

"She's my roommate. I don't know if I can talk her into doing nude modeling. She works as a nurse's aid at Memorial Hospital and she should be home about five today. I don't even know if she'll be able to take the weekend off."

"I figure to fly up Thursday night, shoot Friday, Saturday and Sunday, then fly home Monday morning, so it'll be a full week end. I'd like to see her, though. If she's photogenic at all, it would be a good opportunity for her to make some fast money."

"I'll ask her and maybe we could meet somewhere."

"Why don't you both stop by my studio, say about seven? I'll be working late. I'd like to take some test shots of your roommate to see if the camera likes her. Courtney can give you the address."

Jenifer wasn't hearing it. The thought of getting naked in front of a camera crew terrified her. When I told her how much I was getting paid for the shoot, along with three nights in Las Vegas, she started getting brave. "For that kind of money, I'd dance naked at a Baptist convention. That would be a good down payment on a new car," she said. "Little Rosie is getting real tired and is going to be needing some major work. Time to trade her in."

The Steven Hicks studios were located in a trendy little mall in La Jolla. Steve served us wine while we talked over the trip then he showed us into the studio where he started off shooting some Polaroids of Jenifer while we continued talking.

"Sara tells me that this shoot is in a pretty rough location," Jenifer said as she shrugged her blouse off.

"Oh, it's not too bad," Steve said. "There's a well marked trail and only a slight climb. Once we get there you'll see why I have wanted to do a shoot there. The hidden lake is nestled in rocks overlooking the Las Vegas Valley. You can see the entire city from there." He motioned for Jenifer to set on the barstool and lean forward. "My crew will carry everything we'll need, so all you'll have to do is watch out for snakes."

"Snakes!?"

"That's no problem," I said. "If we make enough noise, they'll just slither out of our way. They're still no worse than a convention of Baptists."

"I'd rather face a hundred rattlesnakes than ten Baptists," Steve said. "Religious zealots do not go away when you make noise. I ought to know. They are always picketing my shows. You'd think that someone who's that close to God would be able to see the divine beauty in the female form and the love that's offered in my pictures of them."

"You are never closer to the Power that runs the Universe than when you are practicing The Arts of Pleasure," I said.

"I could not agree with you more," Steve said. "And your friend here looks as if she were created for Divine Pleasure. I am more than happy to say that the camera is able to pick up on that. Jenifer, you're hired! These test shots are magnificent!"

"I can see that it's time to burn some vacation days and romp naked in the Las Vegas Desert," Jenifer said.

"In front of my ever watchful camera," Steve added, "So that I can share your divine beauty with the world."

Jenifer had about six weeks vacation on the books so she didn't think there'd be a problem taking the week end off as emergency leave. She told the floor supervisor that her aunt 'Rosie' was dying and she had to go south to help out her family, which was essentially true.

Jenifer and I were met at McCarran International in Vegas Thursday night by a chauffeured limousine and taken to Bally's Resort Hotel where we were given adjoining rooms. There was a message in the rooms for us to meet Steve in the lounge after we were rested for drinks and dinner. I was too excited to spend any time resting so I grabbed a quick shower and dressed in this neat little trouser suit I picked up on one of my shopping trips with Jenifer. It had a soft belted jacket with a shawl collar and French cuffs along with relaxed fitting pleated trousers. Worn with nothing on underneath, it felt like pajamas. A pair of gold lame' sandals set the outfit off perfectly.

Jenifer met me wearing a shorts suit with a sleeveless jacket and matching shorts that showed off her shapely legs and generous cleavage to perfection. Steve looked stunned when we showed up in the lounge. "You ladies look great!" he said. "If you ever need a reference for fashion photography, just let me know."

A few minutes later Tisha walked in and Steve introduced us. She was a tall, ebony, Nubian Goddess with a bright friendly smile. As we talked, I found out she was a simple girl raised in Kansas who just happened to be extremely beautiful and photogenic. She and I hit it off right away. I could also tell that Jenifer was the type of girl that Steve was attracted to. He had a big day planned for Friday, so after drinks and a sumptuous dinner, we retired.

Wake up call came at oh-six-hundred hours and we only had time to grab a quick breakfast before Steve's camper van met us at the front door and carried us out into the boondocks. The desert was beautiful and still cool that early in the morning. The paved road turned into dirt as we climbed higher into the mountainous terrain surrounding Vegas. After about an hour on the dirt road we parked next to a flatbed truck and a couple of jeeps.

The terrain was beautiful with all of the red sandstone and the early spring flowers, but the trail back in was a little rougher than Steve let on. It was a dry wash lined with rough gravel and large rocks that had to be climbed like stair steps. We made plenty of noise, laughing and kidding Steve about what he thought an easy trail should be. He and his assistant, Ken, led the way, tapping a walking stick on the ground ahead of them to clear the snakes. I didn't remember having a dislike for snakes but I had a healthy respect for the more aggressive sidewinders. Tisha said that she had kept a gopher snake as a pet when she was a little girl but Jenifer was scared to death of any kind of snake. We saw about four regular mountain rattlers during the hike, but none close enough to be any threat to us.

When we got to the top of the trail, we saw that Steve was right. The view was spectacular. A small lake, about thirty five yards long by twenty wide, was nestled in where two gigantic slabs of redrock met, one nearly level and the other overhanging it at about a forty five degree angle. The upright slab was on the west side of the little lake, shading it from the afternoon sun so the water was nearly icy. The lower slab of redrock ran out nearly a hundred yards with wind sculpted potholes in it that were filled with water from the recent spring rains. They looked like scattered hot tubs and the water was hot from the sun-warmed rock. Where the sandstone broke up were several large mesquite bushes and a sprinkling of numerous types of brush and cactus. The greenery set against the red sandstone made a real pretty picture.

Steve introduced us to the other two of his helpers who had come up earlier and set up all of his equipment. Max, the video man, was busy recording the proceedings and Kevin, who looked about college age, put down what he was doing and came over and shook our hands.

"Here's the setup," Steve said. "I want you three girls to act like you are up here alone and just do what comes naturally. Pretend like we're not even here."

Even though it was still early morning, the air felt like it was approaching ninety degrees and we were all hot and sweaty from the hike. "Hey, I don't know about you guys," I said, "but that swimming hole looks mighty inviting. I think I'll just get naked and go for a swim."

I sat at the edge of the lake and took off my hiking boots. I had worn a pair of loose fitting rip stop nylon cargo pants with legs that unzipped to make shorts and a tank top with a long sleeved chambray shirt over it for protection against the sun. Tisha was dressed right out of a Banana Republic catalog and Jenifer was in jeans with a bra top and a well-worn flannel shirt. I think both of them under estimated how hot it could get in the desert this early in the season and were anxious to get cool in the water. Hitting the cold water was quite a rush after the long, hot hike up the trail.

Steve's camera was a constant click, whirl as he recorded the three of us stripping and slipping into the crystal clear water. The far edge of the little lake was about fifteen feet deep with huge boulders at the base of the redrock outcropping. I dove underwater and swam over to one of them and surfaced in time to see Jenifer ease her way into the water, her skin covered with gooseflesh and her nipples standing out like a pair of sewing thimbles. Tisha eased in the water to her knees and stopped as if she were considering if the water was too cold for her. The sight of her was breathtaking. She was the picture of Nubian female magnificence with her long shapely legs, narrow waist, slightly flared hips and perfect bowl shaped tits topped with tiny dark chocolate nipples. The tight black curls covering her mons were trimmed to a perfect vee and the soft roundness of her pussy could be seen through the slight separation between her thighs. I felt a strong desire to nuzzle in those soft folds and taste the succulent nectar buried deep within them.

Almost as if she had heard my thoughts, Tisha looked up at me and smiled. "It's not bad once you get all the way in," I said to her. "After the long hike, it's really refreshing."

Tisha took a deep breath and made a shallow dive into the water. When she broke the surface, she came up sputtering. "Whoa! That's a rush," she said. She swam over and joined Jenifer and me on the rock. I helped her up and steadied her with an arm around her waist. "It won't take long to get warm again, though."

"I know," I said smiling at her.

"I mean in the sun. It's really getting hot out."

"With Sara around, you don't need much sun to get hot," Jenifer said to her.

"I can see that," Tisha said, "and I like it."

Steve had us make a pose with Jenifer in the middle and after a few more shots, Tisha said, "I'm starting to get a chill from this water. I think I'm going to try out one of those potholes with the sun warmed water in it."

When she dove into the water, I caught a quick glimpse of pink from the crease of Tisha's delectable chocolate muffin. "That is so fine," I whispered to myself.

"Yeah, and I wish he'd take his clothes off while he takes his pictures," Jenifer said.

"If he did, you wouldn't be able to act natural. You'd be concentrating on how you could hop his root."

"That's what I like about you, Sara, you're so nasty."

"I think I'll go dip my nastiness in that pot hole with Tisha."

By the time I got to the pothole and eased myself into the hot water, my feet were burning from the walk across the hot sandstone. The one Tisha had chosen was big enough for four or five people. "It would have been nice if nature had provided some water jets for her hot tub," she said as I sat next to her in the neck deep water.

"The first thing I do when I get my house, is put in a hot tub," I said.

"My condo has one, but you have to wear a suit so you don't excite the neighbors."

"I hate wearing a suit in a hot tub."

"Tell me about it," Tisha said. "Speaking of which, I was told that Steve likes a bit of risqué behavior in his pictures and I would like to kiss you."

"I'm always up for risqué behavior," I said as I turned towards her.

Tisha leaned over and lightly brushed her lips over mine as her hand moved gently up the inside of my thigh. "If our risqué behavior gets too intense for him, there's always later in my room," she whispered throatily.

"Even if not, it's a date," I whispered back as I cupped one of her perfect tits in my hand and lightly pinched her tiny nipple to a hard point.

"Oh, oh, hot, hot!" Jenifer said as she jumped into the hot water. "Mind if I join you? My tender tootsies are not used to walking on hot rock."

"Join right in," I said. "I was just in the process of seducing Tisha for Steve's camera in the name of art."

"And doing a damn fine job of it, too," Tisha added.

"See, what did I tell you about Sara being able to heat things up?"

"Maybe I can pass a little of that heat over to you," Tisha said as she pulled Jenifer over to her and lightly kissed her. "I really do like guys, but being with a woman is so much more sensual."

Steve's camera and his attending crew were quickly forgotten as Jenifer returned Tisha's kiss and fondled her breast while Tisha's hand found its way between my thighs and cupped my pussy. I turned slightly to nuzzle in the crook of her neck and her finger slipped between my slickened labia and stroked over the sensitive flesh hidden there. My mind was awash with the sensual pleasures of these two beautiful women having their way with me and me with them. Jenifer leaned across Tisha to give me a kiss and I found her lips with mine as my hand stroked over her succulent mons. Tisha was kissing us both while fondling Jenifer's magnificent breasts with one hand and stroking the fingers of her other hand in and out of my slippery sheath. Tisha's breathing became heavy with lust when Jenifer's fingers found their way into her welcoming pussy and Jenifer let out a little moan when mine did the same to her.

I think I was the first to come to a shuddering climax from all of the digital manipulations, but Jenifer and Tisha were soon to follow. We continued to enjoy each other's bodies for a few more minutes then we all seemed to simultaneously agree that the little pothole of water was too hot. All together, we bound across the hot sandstone and dove into the clear, cool water of the tiny lake.

"That was absolutely marvelous," Steve said. "I don't think it'll get any better today. Besides, our light is fading. Let's call it a wrap and head back down the hill."

After the hike down the hill to the van in the afternoon heat and the ride back to the hotel, the cool, quiet comfort of my room felt really great. I spent just about an hour in the shower to get myself all clean and sweet smelling for my visit to Tisha's room.

Tisha greeted me at her door and led me into the setting room of her suite. Her perfect ebony body looked absolutely stunning clad in only a sculpted stainless steel breastplate that covered only one breast and a stainless studded leather thong brief. A leather lined stainless steel collar and two matching cuffs set off her outfit. When she turned, I noticed that the one sculpted breast of her armor had a nipple molded in it.

"Great outfit," I said as she showed me to the pillows next to a coffee table that was set for dinner.

"I love to wear this when I'm feeling especially sexy. An old boyfriend of mine had it made for me."

"Well, it sure makes you look especially sexy. A Nubian war goddess if ever I saw one."

"I sent out for room service. Why don't you take your clothes off and get comfortable before we eat?"

I was quick to oblige. I didn't have much to shed, only a pair of jeans and a thin short sleeved sweater along with my sandals. "Smells good. What are we having?"

"Lobster bisque, steamed veggies with strawberries and champagne for dessert." Tisha lifted the cover of one of the trays, dipped a finger into the soup and offered it up to me. I stepped closer, took her hand in mine and licked some of the hot liquid off her finger then sucked it clean. "Mmm, you do that so well," she said, then kissed me.

Tisha was a good six inches taller than me and the sensation of her one soft breast and steel tit pressing against me as her full lips pressed onto mine started that warm tingle to start in my lower abdomen. We sat down and Tisha broke off a piece of the bread crust bowl and dipped it into the soup then fed it to me. I noticed that there was no silverware on the table so I picked up a sprig of the broccoli and popped into Tisha's waiting mouth. Next, she took a piece of cauliflower and holding it between her teeth, offered it to me. As I took it, our lips met briefly.

We continued to feed each other in this tender, erotic fashion and as our appetites became satisfied, a hunger of another sort was fueled by the manner in which we ate. Whenever we would spill a drop of the bisque we were careful to lick it off of one another so as not to make a mess. After a while, it got so that we were spilling little drops on purpose. The warmth that had formed in my abdomen was becoming a raging fire and spreading throughout my body.

Tisha spilled a small portion of the bisque on my lap, then positioned herself in front of me and began cleaning me off with her talented tongue. She worked her way up the insides of my thigh, not missing a drop, then found a stray drop in my muff. When the tip of her tongue found its way between my swollen pussy lips to taste the bisque manufactured by my own body, all thoughts of our meal ceased. A low moan escaped my lips as her lingular manipulations drove me to the pinnacle of ecstasy. Just as the first spasms of my impending orgasm started to shake my body, she knelt between my thighs, and with her strong arms around me, began nuzzling and sucking on my tits. She sucked and gently bit my nipples until they were hard little knots, each suck and gentle bite fueling my passion to new heights.

I somehow found the clasp that fastened Tisha's steel breastplate on and undid it. When she slipped it off I pushed the coffee table aside and joined her on the floor. Grasping handfuls of her firm, round tits, I took her dark chocolate nipples in my mouth, first one then the other, and teased them up to erect little points.




Sara's Journey Ch. 11



"Oh baby, yes," Tisha moaned as she ran her hands into my hair and rubbed her leather clad pussy against my thigh. I pressed down on top of her and kissed her soundly, our tongues dancing wildly in each other's mouth. Tisha lifted her butt off of the plush carpet as I worked her panties down. Kneeling beside her, I continued kissing down her neck, over her tits, across her firm tummy to the triangle of tight black curls covering her mons. I was delighted to find that the course hair ended at the top of her feminine cleft, leaving her soft outer labia smooth and hairless. The dark edges of her inner feminine petals, all glistening with sexual dew, were peeking out from between the puffy milk chocolate tufts of her love muffin.

As I kissed the soft flesh at the top of Tisha's inner thighs, the succulent aroma of a fresh sea breeze wafting up from her sex greeted me. I felt Tisha shiver with delight as the tip of my tongue parted her sensitive folds to explore the silky flesh hidden there. The colors of her inner lips faded from brown to violet and became a deep pink near the entrance of her sexual sheath. She opened to me like an orchid in bloom as I tasted the savory musk secreted by her excitement. I found the thimble sized miniature phallus protruding through the apex of her inner labia with my tongue and sucked it between my lips and laved it gently.

Tisha moaned and gasped for breath as she lifted my leg over her head so that my bottom was positioned over her face. When she pulled my ass down so that her tongue made contact with it, the sensation was completely new and strange. Wonderful, but strange. The hard little tip of her tongue roamed freely over the tight sphincter of my brownie button then pressed into the soft, sensitive perineal flesh between my pussy and asshole. The exquisite pleasures that this brought to me made me momentarily forget that I was licking Tisha's pussy. Her fingers were busy, too. They seemed to be everywhere at once, up my asshole, in my snatch, vibrating over my clit, roaming my body and pinching my nipples. My climax came on so hard and fast I think I passed out for a few seconds.

Somehow, I managed keep my mouth over Tisha's pussy, lapping up her liquid ambrosia until she was squirming and bucking so hard it became difficult to hang on. By this time, I was on my back being pressed into the carpet by the weight of Tisha's magnificent body. My whole world was that wonderful pussy, its taste, the aroma and the texture of succulent folds of flesh. As I was holding my face up to that live, vibrant flower of flesh by hugging my arms around Tisha's hips, she continued dealing out excruciating bliss to my quivering body with her lingular manipulations until neither of us could stand any more.

My re-entry into reality came as we were in each other's arms tenderly kissing and stroking each other's bodies. "I can't remember of ever having a more wonderful experience with a lover, male or female," Tisha said.

"You!? My God, what you were doing to me was absolutely incredible."

"That was a little something my old boyfriend used to do to me. It would drive me crazy. I thought you might enjoy it."

"It sent me into another world."

"Let's take the champagne and have dessert in the bedroom."

Tisha's room had a bed that went on for days. There was enough room for at least a half dozen people to sleep on it comfortably. Tisha brought in the ice bucket and sat it next to the bed and I put the tray with the Strawberries and whipped cream in the center of the bed. While Tisha filled two flutes with the golden liquid, I turned back the covers and slipped between the satin sheets. "Steve sure gives you the star treatment," I said.

"Actually not," Tisha said, slipping in bed next to me. "I'm just doing this for fun. Steve is paying me the exactly the same as you and Jenifer. I'm paying for my own room." She turned to pour the wine. "I made some wise investments when I was doing the big time, you know, the runway stuff in Paris, the magazine covers and shit like that. After too many years of a very stifling relationship, I realized that I could live quite well on my own." Tisha dipped her finger into her champagne then let the drop fall on my nipple. While carefully holding her glass, she leaned down and licked it off. "I love licking champagne off of tiny little white girls."

"I love having statuesque black girls lick me for whatever reason," I moaned as her tongue danced over my nipples.

I dipped some of the champagne out of my glass and let it fall onto her pussy. I dipped some more out and rubbed it into the crease of her delectable chocolate muffin. The champagne mixed with her own succulent juices was a rare treat in both flavor and bouquet. "Oh baby, you ought to put a patient on that tongue of yours," Tisha breathed as I gave her clit a buzz.

Some how we managed to polish off the bottle of champagne and strawberries between our lick and suck fests. It was really pretty late by the time we finally fell asleep in each other's arms. Neither of us were ready for our oh-six-hundred reveille.

To Be Continued...



Sara's Journey Ch. 12



We met Steve and Jenifer down in the coffee shop for a leisurely breakfast. Jenifer was acting like the cat that ate the canary and had that glow about her that I was all too familiar with. The funny part about it was that Steve looked like he had been up all night. It didn't take much for me and Tisha to put two and two together. We could have teased them but they knew pretty well what we had been up to all night.

By the time we got to the little hidden lake, Ken, Max and Kevin had every thing set up, including a canopy pavilion that looked like a large white tent without walls. They had it set up like a Victorian boudoir with a brass bed, vanity and a full-length mirror stand. I thought that it must have been a knock about of pure fun carting all that stuff up the trail, but the effect against the mesquites and red sandstone was breathtaking. I found out later that it was all brought up in a container by helicopter.

Saturday's shoot was for an exclusive lingerie catalog. The line ranged from the everyday underthings and sexy night things to lacy sex games outfits and leather bondage items, including a couple of steel chain mail outfits that were absolutely erotic to wear. That kind of modeling actually got to be kind of like work. Luckily as the day wore on, we got a light breeze up from the valley that was really quite refreshing.

I couldn't believe the change in Jenifer. When lunchtime rolled around, she was modeling a waist cinching bustier that only had slight shelves to hold her tits up and out, black stockings and matching crotchless panties. When we broke to eat, she came over without robe or anything and didn't even give it a second thought. Gawd! I wanted to gnaw on her luscious pink nipples and lick her sweet little pussy right there on the spot. I could only imagine what was going through the guys' heads.

When Steve called it a wrap for the day, I was more than ready for a dip in the old swimmin' hole. This time, everyone got into the act. Steve and his crew stowed the camera equipment in the container, stripped naked and hit the water right after we did. Kevin was the only one who was a little hesitant about getting completely naked, so once he was in the water with his jockey shorts on, Jenifer and I attacked him and relieved him of his burden.

"This gives me an idea," Steve said. "I'd like to do an erotic photo story tomorrow. I'll have you three girls sunbathing here by the lake then Kevin shows up as a lost hiker. From there, you girls seduce him, strip him down and have your way with his body."

"No way man," Kevin protested. "You girls are beautiful and everything, but I couldn't stand around naked and have someone take my picture."

I'll have to admit that Kevin was pretty cute and even though he was nearly twenty, about the same age as me, he had a real cuddly adolescent look about him. Yeah, I thought to myself, I could play the role of seductress with him.

Tisha, whose luscious tits were almost face level to Kevin, grabbed him and mashed her tits into his face. "You are just too adorable," she said. "You would be perfect to change my image from the all American girl to libertine voluptuary, defiler of innocence. I guarantee you'll be too busy to even notice the cameras."

"I could do this scene," Jenifer said.

"I might even be tempted to cross the line from erotica to pornography," I added.

"Shit, I'll do it if Kevin's too candy assed," Max said.

"You're too old and ugly," Steve said, laughing. "Besides your old lady would have a fit and come gunning for me."

"I'll tell you what, lad," Ken said, "an opportunity like this only comes up once in a hundred lifetimes. To just kick back and let three stunningly beautiful women have their way with your body, you'd kick yourself in the ass every day for the rest of your life if you let this slip by."

"I'll see what happens tomorrow," Kevin said as he tried to make a grab for his underwear just as Jenifer tossed the soggy bundle to me.

I squeezed the excess water out of it and tossed it up on the beach. "Look, guys," I said, "If Kevin is a little uncomfortable running around naked, that's the way it'll have to be."

"Okay," Steve said. "We'll work something else out for tomorrow."

We swam and played around in the chilly water for a while longer before we dried off and got dressed. I was pleased to note that Kevin made no effort to retrieve his soggy jockey shorts and seemed to be relatively at ease splashing around naked with the rest of us. On the way down the trail to our rigs, I lagged back a little and relieved Kevin of one of his bags of equipment. "Do you have any plans for dinner tonight?" I asked him.

"I thought I'd just call room service and catch up on my reading."

"Would you mind if I join you? I'd like to visit for a while. I don't feel much like taking in the night life tonight."

"Yeah, that'd be great. About what time?"

"Say about five thirty or six?"

"That would be good. I'll wait 'till you get there to order dinner."

As we drove back to town, I slipped into the seat next to Steve. "I'll see what I can do to get Kevin to do that photo shoot tomorrow," I said. "I might have an idea what his problem is, and if I can help him through it, I think he'll be willing to get naked with us."

When we got back to the hotel, I took a nice long soak in a bubble bath then dressed for dinner. I didn't want to look too threatening so I threw on my pink sweat suit outfit with my Berkenstocks and tied my hair back in a loose ponytail. Without all the makeup you have to wear for a photo shoot, I looked just like the sweet little nineteen-year-old girl that I was. 

"Wow, you're like a whole different person," Kevin said when he opened the door.

"No, actually I'm a whole different person when I'm on the set. See, this is the real me."

"I like the real you a whole lot better," he said, showing me into the room. "It's not that you girls aren't beautiful when you're all made up, it's that you're so beautiful, it's scary."

"You are sweet," I said, giving him a light peck on the cheek. I saw his books for college piled on the bed. "Are you going to San Diego State?"

"I'll be going there next year. I'm finishing my last year at Mission Community College."

"That's where I was going, before..."

"Yeah, I know. I was in a couple of your classes. We heard what had happened to you. The first I heard that you were alright was when I found out you were doing this shoot."

"I'm not completely alright, I lost all of my memory."

"Well, that blows all hope of reminiscing about our good old school days together. So, what do you want to talk about now?"

"What's for dinner?"

"Well, I'm not much of a meat eater, but they have this Mexican restaurant downstairs that serves up a vegetarian platter where they cook squash, corn, carrots and stuff like that over a mesquite grill. It's really outrageous."

"That sounds perfect. Order it up. What's to drink?"

"I thought about a bucket of Coronas and, well, maybe a tequila shooter before dinner? You like tequila?"

"I love the stuff, but it could get us in a lot of trouble."

Kevin went to the phone and called up room service. "This is room two-oh-two-three, and I'd like six Coronas in an ice bucket, a bottle of Cuervo Eighteen Eighty, limes and salt. From the restaurant I'd like two number six specials, chips and salsa. Yes, send the Coronas and tequila right up."

I made myself comfortable in one of the chairs next to the little table. "So tell me, Kevin, do you have a girl friend?" I asked.

He got a pained expression on his face and looked toward the window. "I went with a girl all through high school. When we graduated, her dad sent her up to Oakland to Mills College for Women. We kind of lost touch and last I heard, she was going out with a biker from Berkeley."

"A good looking guy like you must have had girls all over you since then."

"I've dated some, but nothing's really turned out. I've been concentrating mostly on my studies. I guess I'm not very good with girls."

Just as I suspected. Kevin had been burned by his old girlfriend and his self confidence was shot all to hell. "Are you majoring in photography?" I asked. "I noticed that you were doing a lot of the set up work for Steve."

"No, actually, I eventually want to become a photo journalist. Working with Steve is teaching me a lot about the nuts and bolts of camera work."

Our drinks arrived and the waiter opened the premium tequila and poured out a shot for each one of us. Kevin signed the tab and gave him a tip then joined me back at the table. He poured a little salt on the back of my hand and then his own and held his shot glass up. "Here's to old lovers and new friends," he said then threw back his shot.

I followed suit, then as I was sucking the juice out of my lime section, he opened two of the Coronas. By the time our dinner arrived, I was feeling a slight buzz and becoming quite turned on to Kevin. The food was absolutely delicious and as we ate, we talked about school, our majors and what we wanted to be when we `grew up.' Soon the conversation turned to how I had changed since I came out of the coma with no memory of my past.

"Even though I couldn't remember anything about my life when I woke up in the hospital, I seemed to have a deeper appreciation for what life had to offer. I don't want to sound stuck up or anything, but I realized that I was an attractive young woman and I wanted to use that gift to experience all the pleasures that this life has to offer. And really, there is no greater pleasures than those found in the practice of erotic arts."

"That's easy for you. All you have to do is bat your eyes or wiggle your soft, round behind and you have men falling at your feet. I can't understand why you're wasting your time with me. There's so many good looking guys out there."

"Hey, you're a good looking guy and you're definitely not a waste of my time. First and foremost, a good looking guy has to be an interesting person before anyone wants to spend time with them. Most of the studly hunks out there are interminable bores because they're so hung up on themselves. You are cute, sweet, intelligent and very considerate to the feelings of others, not to mention, terminally shy. What if I told you that I was very attracted to you? Would it do me any good to bat my eyes at you or wiggle my bottom in your direction?"

"Even if you did, I don't think it would be very good for you. Like I said, I'm not very good with girls."

"You're afraid you wouldn't be able to please me, is that it? Look, you're pleasing me right now. If we said goodnight right now, I would have had the pleasure of spending time with you. If we got naked and went to bed and you weren't able to get it up, I'd have the pleasure of laying next to you and having you holding me in your arms. You don't have to worry about pleasing someone. They should be able to find pleasure in what ever you can give. All anyone should ask in a relationship is that you find pleasure in them."

"Some women can be so demanding, though. I don't know if I'm touching them right or in the right places."

"Sounds to me like your high school girlfriend was the one who was too demanding. Typical little rich girl, always getting, never giving. Tell me the truth, is she the only girl you've had sex with?"

Kevin blushed and looked away. "Well, yes. We finally `went all the way' on prom night and it was a disaster. Our relationship kind of went down the tubes from there."

"See there, all you lack is a positive experience. Do you have sexual fantasies?"

"Oh, yeah, constantly. I used to have them about you all the time, but you were going with someone else."

"That someone else is part of a past that I have absolutely no memory of. Actually, I'm a completely different person now. All that's left of the old Sara, really, is this body. I can't tell you how good it would make me feel for you to find pleasure in me."

"It's a real high just having you here with me now."

All of the rooms in the hotel had televisions with AM FM radios in them. I got up and found a station that played soft jazz then turned the lights down a little. "Dance with me, Kevin," I said, holding out my hand to him.

He reluctantly stood and took me in his arms and we started doing a slow two step. Kevin was slightly taller than me and felt so good pressing his athletic frame against me. I leaned back slightly and looked into his eyes, our faces only inches apart. "Now that's not so bad, is it?" I said.

"It's absolutely wonderful," he whispered.

I moved my arm up over his shoulder and pulled his face down to mine and kissed him gently. His response was perfect. The sensation of his soft, warm lips on mine started that all too familiar warmth to form in my tummy and before long our kisses were getting wetter and our tongues were touching through our slightly parted lips. I could tell by the growing bulge pressing into my lower abdomen that I was doing something right.

"Mmm, you feel so good," I cooed in his ear as I traced my lips down the side of his neck. His hands encircled my waist then moved up my back, pulling me in tighter to him. I maneuvered him over to the bed and when his legs touched the edge, I sat him down. I knelt on the bed, astride his lap, and continued kissing him while guiding his hands under my sweatshirt. The feel of his warm hands on my skin sent a thrill through me like being touched for the first time.

Kevin's hands stroked up my back as he started to pull me tighter to him. I leaned back slightly, and taking him by the wrists, I guided his hands around my torso to rest just under my breasts. I kissed him softly then whispered in his ear, "I love to have my breasts fondled."

A slight moan escaped his mouth as his hands moved up to cup my breasts. "God, you are so beautiful," he breathed. I placed my hands over his to show him how I liked to have them squeezed. He found my distended nipples and gently worried them with his fingers.

His tender manipulations caused my breath to quicken and a steamy warmth began to form in my crotch. "Would you like to suck on them?" I asked breathily.

"I'd love to."

I reached down and pulled my sweatshirt off over my head. Sitting the way I was, astride his lap, my tits were at the perfect level for him to lean slightly forward and take a nipple into his mouth. As he gently sucked, while running the tip of his tongue over my hard nipple, I began to squirm and emit breathy moans. "Oh, yes!" I whispered. He pressed my tits together and as he massaged them, his mouth went from one nipple to the other. I could feel my pussy pulse as it flooded with moisture. "You do that so well," I said. "Would you like to see what you are doing to me?"

Without another word, I lifted myself up slightly and guided his hand down inside the front of my sweat pants. He cupped my muff in his hand and his fingers traced through the steamy moisture that had formed in my opened seam. An orgasmic tremor coursed through my body as his fingertip passed over my hardened clitoris. "See how ready I am for you?" I said. "First, I would like to give back some of the pleasure you have given me."

I stood off the bed and knelt down in front of him then stroked my hand over the bulge in the front of his loose fitting shorts. I pulled them down, along with his underwear, and his cock sprung free, hard as a rock. I gently stroked it with my hand, causing it to jerk spasmodically, and when I bent down and kissed the helmet shaped tip and lightly ran my tongue along the sensitive underside, he let out a low moan. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked it into my mouth. Kevin leaned back, resting on one elbow as he ran his other hand into my hair while I stroked my mouth over his hard shaft. In less than a minute, I could feel him begin to tense up and with a moan he said, "Oh Sara, I'm gonna come."

"Uh hum," I mumbled around his twitching cock, quickening my pace and increasing my suction. With a low throaty groan he reached his climax and started pumping his hot semen down my throat. I somehow managed to swallow every drop of it as I continued sucking him until there was no more. When he pulled himself free, unable to take any more of the exquisite stimulation, I stood and stepped out of my sweat pants. I pushed him back on to the bed, knocking his schoolbooks on the floor, and straddled his torso so that the bulbous head of his still hard cock was resting in the hot, wet folds of my pussy. I undulated my pelvis until I could feel the turgid knob pressing at the entrance of my feminine sheath. With one slow, easy push, I engulfed him completely in my gripping aperture, my pussy lips stretching tightly around the base of his cock.

With Kevin completely filling me and being held tightly in his arms, I began squeezing down on his glorious member with my pussy muscles rhythmically so that the pulsations stimulated my G-spot. Without Kevin having to move a muscle, in a matter of minutes I was in an orgasmic frenzy, writhing and undulating my body. I pushed myself more upright and began thrusting my hips back and forth, impaling myself over and over again on his hard shaft. Kevin met my every thrust, driving himself deeper with every stroke. Somewhere in the back of my consciousness I could hear myself groaning and gasping and letting out little squeals of delight as wave after wave of orgasmic passion washed over me.

In the ferocity of our love making, we managed to roll over, giving Kevin the lead. I was in another world as he plunged into my gripping pussy, stroking his full length in and out of me. With a loud groan, his body tensed up, then, gasping, he spilled his hot load deep inside me and collapsed in my arms.

I smothered his face with kisses as we lay entangled, catching our breath. After a short time, Kevin sighed. "God, I never realized how beautiful love making could be," he said.

"Oh Kevin, you were wonderful," I breathed into his ear. "That was better than I could have ever imagined."

"This must be what life is all about," he said. "I've really been missing out, haven't I?"

"No, you were just waiting until the time was right for you. You are a very sweet and sensitive person and I know you're going to make a lot of girls very happy."

"I could be content with just making one girl happy. You."

"I wouldn't want to tie you down this soon in your life. You have so many wonderful things yet to experience. When I get back to school, I definitely want to go out with you again. Until then, you would be doing me a great harm if you didn't go out with other girls and experience what they have to offer. If you have no expectations, you'll suffer no disappointments. Just do like you did with me, be a friend first, then if it's right, you can become a lover later."

"Sara, you are wise beyond your years. As far as I'm concerned, you'll always be my first."

"That is the highest honor you could bestow on me. I will cherish this night for as long as I live." I spent the rest of the night in Kevin's bed, being lovingly fondled and held. He seemed to have a fascination with my body, exploring the curves and textures of my skin. It was wonderful allowing him his way with me.

He had never been given the opportunity to explore, in detail, the feminine anatomy and I was more than willing to give him a guided tour of my most private parts. He spent what seemed like hours between my thighs looking at and playing with my pussy. His light touch and gentle fondling had me in a complete state of bliss. "It's amazing how much the female sex looks like a flower," he said. "Like an exquisite orchid formed of soft, resilient flesh."

"You're sure making my flower bloom," I moaned.

"I never knew the scent of a woman could be so enticing. Would you mind if I tasted it?"




Sara's Journey Ch. 12



"Oh God. That's a woman's favorite thing, to be tasted."

Kevin's tongue lightly traced over my pussy lips then over the sensitive flesh between them. I came the second his lingular caress touched my clit. "Yes, Kevin, there," I gasped. "Oh! Right there!"

I was lost in orgasmic delight as his tongue found a gentle rhythm and danced lightly over the tender nodule. He seemed to know that he had me under his power, driving me to heights of ecstasy. Wave after orgasmic wave washed over me, building and building until my climax had me squirming and twisting to the point he could no longer maintain contact with my twitching pussy. When I was once again in his arms, smothering his boyish face in kisses, I reached down and guided his hardened member into me.

He made slow, tender love to me, kissing me and holding me tight the whole time. It felt so wonderful, the sensation of being filled, then emptied and filled again, over and over, my body pressed tight to his slight frame and my legs wrapped around his butt. When I felt that Kevin was about to come, I gripped down on his dick and quickened my movements. With a loud extended groan, his body tensed then went into orgasmic spasms as he emptied himself deep inside of me.

We held each other for a while, and when Kevin rolled off of me, I snuggled up next to him and fell into a blissful sleep. He had a call in for five o'clock so he could drive up to the spot and help Max and Ken with the equipment. I wanted to make love one more time before he had to go, but we didn't have enough time. "It gives me a special feeling knowing that a beautiful young woman is sleeping in my bed after I leave for work," Kevin said as he kissed me good bye. "I left another wake up call for you here. See you up there."

To Be Continued...



Sara's Journey Ch. 13



Jenifer and I had reservations to fly out that night so I had to go back to my room and pack so I could check out before we headed up to do the day's shoot. When we finally arrived at the hidden lake, the little freestanding canopy was redecorated with mats and cushions and draped with tapestries, making it look like something out of the Arabian Nights. With Steve's approval, we girls agreed to limit our make up for the day's shoot to a bare minimum so we all looked more natural. Also, we all agreed not to be too aggressive towards Kevin in hopes he would consent to do the little photo story with us.

"That kid is such a cutie pie," Tisha said, "it'll be hard keeping my hands off of him."

While we were sitting around in our loose robes waiting for the pressmarks caused by our clothes to go away, I filled Tisha and Jenifer in on what had happened the night before.

"I wondered why you didn't meet us for dinner," Jenifer said. "Steve took us all out for a show and when we got back, you were still gone."

"Yeah, I was hoping the three of us could get together up in my room," Tisha said.

"We just had to make do without you," Jenifer added.

"I can only imagine," I said.

When it came time to do the shoot, Steve had a pretty good idea what he wanted to portray as a story line for his photos so he spent a good deal of time setting us in the different poses. Kevin was very cooperative when it came time for us to relieve him of his clothes. Now that he knew his way around the female anatomy, he had no problem reveling in Jenifer's luscious thirty-six, D cup breasts or getting down and exploring the succulent folds of Tisha's chocolate pussy.

By the time we were finished for the day, both Tisha and Jenifer were quite steamed up. Jenifer made a date with Kevin for the next weekend and Tisha would have it no other way than for him to join her in her suite for dinner that night. I had Kevin's number and I planned to give him a call after we got back to San Diego. Jenifer wanted to have him over for dinner one night so we could double-team him.

Once back in San Diego, I was ready to start working on the house. I had enough money stashed to paint it, inside and out, replace the carpets in every room and hire some landscapers to completely go through the yard, which was an unkempt nightmare. It took a couple of days for Goodwill Industries to empty out the house of everything except what was in my room which I had moved to the spare bedroom in Jenifer's apartment while the clean up was going on. I had given thought to going through my closet and getting rid of all the little schoolgirl looking clothes but I thought they might be handy if I was going to continue dating Kevin. The thought of wearing my sexy lingerie under the innocent looking little dresses was quite exciting.

When the house was all done, I took Jenifer over to check it out and she was absolutely tickled. "For years I've wanted a house with a little yard that I could tinker around in," she said. "This place is perfect. I will expect to pay you some rent."

"We'll talk about splitting expenses after we settle in but you won't be a renter, resident custodian will be more like it. I'll need to have someone to take care the place while I'm out of town so if you'll do that for me, you can live here for free."

"That's really great," Jenifer squealed in delight. "Let's move in!"

We gave notice to the apartment manager and started packing up our things. Rico volunteered a couple of his friends and a truck to help us move. All we had, really, was our bedroom furniture, a dinette set and Jenifer's sofa and coffee table, so the move took less than a day. We put my stuff back in my old bedroom and I gave Jenifer the master bedroom. I wanted her to have it anyway even though it was the only bedroom that her big king-sized bed would fit in. While the guys moved everything in, Jenifer and I made ourselves busy unpacking some of the boxes and putting the stuff away. In no time at all, everything was in and the house still looked kind of bare. All that was downstairs was the dinette set in the dining room and Jenifer's sofa and coffee table in the living room. "Looks like we're going to have to buy some furniture," she said.

I offered to buy Rico and his friends dinner for their help, but Jess and Paul declined, saying that they had other commitments. Rico begged off, saying he needed a shower and had a busy day scheduled the next day.

"No, really, I've got a heavy case load scheduled for tomorrow and I really should keep my shit together. Maybe I should take a rain check on dinner and do it some night when I've got the next day off."

"Okay, be that way," Jenifer said. "We'll let you get away with that lame excuse this time, but remember, the offer might not be made a second time."

"I'll probably kick myself for the rest of my life for letting this slip by," Rico said after Jenifer and I each gave him a thank you kiss with a full body press for helping us.

After Rico left with his buddies in the truck, Jenifer and I headed upstairs to the shower. Jenifer started the shower while I stripped out of my clothes. "I kind of liked the way Rico smelled," she said as she pulled off her halter top, freeing her generous mounds.

"I kind of like the way you smell," I said, stepping up to her and cupping her full, round tits in my hands to form a cleavage. "I could eat you just the way you are."

"What is it about being around you and Rico all day that makes me so horny?" Jenifer asked as she put her arms around me and stroked her hands down over my bare ass.

I knelt down as I rolled her thigh length tights down over her legs and fluffed up the patch of honey blond curls covering her pussy. "You have such a delicious aroma when you get horny," I said. She kicked aside her tights as I stroked my hands up the inside of her firm thighs, parting her legs so that I had access to her moistened crevice. A tremor ran through her body as I parted her dewy curls with the tip of my tongue to taste the tangy musk.

Jenifer's knees buckled slightly as she ran her fingers into my hair to pull me closer. I laved the swollen folds then sucked the tiny nodule of her clitoris between my lips and darted my tongue over it. When I slid my finger into her steamy orifice and rubbed the magic spot hidden up inside, she climaxed with a shuddering, "OH!" and flooded my face with her juices. "Gawd! You sure know how to eat a pussy," she moaned, pulling me up to my feet. "I never used to come that fast."

"You must have been almost there," I said.

Jenifer held me tight, stroking her hands over me as she kissed her own nectar off of my face for a minute before we climbed in the shower. She leaned down in the cascading water of the shower and sucked one of my distended nipples into her mouth and bit it gently, sending a current of pleasure straight to my pussy. I leaned into her caress as the sensation intensified the warm glow I had been feeling all afternoon. When Jenifer's hand found its way to my crotch and her fingers slipped into my tingling crevice, I leaned back against the shower wall as her manipulations sent me to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

"I never realized how beautiful a pussy was until I met you," Jenifer said.

"I don't think I ever knew how wonderful a pussy felt until I woke up in the hospital."

"When I would give you your bath, I used to fantasize about what it would be like to make love to you, hold you and kiss your beautiful pussy," Jenifer said as she kissed her way down over my abdomen. "You were so much like Sleeping Beauty. I knew you'd wake up someday." Her tongue found my little magic button and after several seconds of excruciating delight, her tongue, along with her fingers sent me into spasms of orgasm.

We held each other under the spray of water for a while then Jenifer soaped up a wash cloth and started scrubbing me down. I took a turn with the wash cloth until we were both covered in foamy lather. I loved the feel of Jenifer's generous curves all covered in soap sliding over my body. We shampooed each other's hair, both top and bottom, and by the time we were squeaky clean, we had each climaxed at least one more time. It felt great, but I was still a little disappointed that Rico had declined our invitation. I was really in the mood for some hard cock.

We were just stepping out of the shower when the doorbell rang. "I wonder who that could be," I said.

"Maybe Rico changed his mind."

"He couldn't have made it back from his place in this short of time," I said as I wrapped myself in a big bath towel and headed down stairs, still dripping wet. Jenifer followed me down to the bottom of the stairs out of curiosity. I looked out the little window in the door and saw Jeremy Baker standing there with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other.

I threw the door open, holding my towel with one hand. Jeremy stepped back and seeing me how I was, said, "I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time. I wanted to welcome you to your new home and see if you would like to go out for some dinner."

"Actually, your timing is perfect," I said. "I'm all squeaky clean and horny as hell."

"Me too," Jenifer said from the bottom of the stairs.

"Don't just stand there," I said. "Come on in." I stood aside and held the door open as he tentatively stepped into the living room. "Jeremy, I'd like you to meet my roommate, Jenifer."

"You're Sara's lawyer, I've heard a lot about you," Jenifer said as she took his hand, her towel slipping and exposing one tit and her muff. "Oops, sorry," she said, gathering it back up and covering herself.

"Glad to meet you," Jeremy said, his face turning red. "Say, listen, I did catch you at a bad time. I'll just leave this here with you and come back some other time."

"Nonsense," I said. "It was real sweet of you to think of us and it would be a shame if you didn't share some of this champagne with us." I unwrapped the towel from around me, rubbed some of the excess water from my hair then started drying off my arms and back as I led the way into the kitchen. "Did I see some champagne flutes packed away in one of these boxes?" I asked as I tossed my towel over the back of one of the kitchen chairs and started rooting through a box.

"They're in the box on the floor by the counter," Jenifer said as she came up behind Jeremy, who was standing, dumbfounded, in the archway leading into the kitchen. She pressed by him, her towel modestly wrapped around her, and gave him a sweet smile. When she bent down to retrieve the paper wrapped glasses, the better part of her pink, round bottom side was clearly visible peeking out from her short towel.

I took the arrangement of flowers from Jeremy and kissed him on the cheek, my distended nipples brushing against his shirt. "These are beautiful, Jeremy," I said. "It was very thoughtful of you to think of us."

"Jeremy, why don't you open the champagne," Jenifer said as she finished washing the last glass.

"Uh...Yeah, okay," he stammered, a discernable bulge growing in the front of his pants.

Jenifer lined up our glasses on the counter top as Jeremy expertly opened the bottle with barely a `pop' and poured the wine, obviously thankful to have something else to concentrate on besides all of the bare female skin that was being flaunted. We toasted to our new home and I offered to give Jeremy a tour. I tossed my towel over my shoulder, picked up the bottle of champagne and led the way into the living room. "This is going to be my little office," I said, showing him the alcove under the stairs. I led the way up the stairs, giving my best wiggle for Jeremy's enjoyment. "This is my room, all frills and lace," I said when we got to the top of the stairs.

"I got the master bedroom," Jenifer said, "because it was the only room my king sized bed would fit in."

"The other room is for any guests who might not want to share our beds," I said pointing to the closed door opposite my room.

"Perish the thought," Jenifer said. She showed Jeremy into her room and bounced on the edge of her massive bed, causing her towel to come unwrapped. "I have enough room for bunches of people."

Jeremy took a big gulp of his champagne, his eyes glued to Jenifer's huge breasts as they sprung free from their confines.

I took Jeremy's glass from his hand and sat it on the nightstand next to mine. "I'm sure it'll hold at least three," I whispered sexily into his ear. "You want to find out for sure?" I pressed my naked self into him and gave him a hot wet kiss with plenty of tongue. His answer to the affirmative could be felt by the growing bulge in the front of his pants.

I stood aside as Jenifer stood and discarded her towel in order to take her turn at kissing Jeremy. "It's never been done before," she said, "but I'm sure it'll work."

"You are definitely overdressed for this kind of party," I said as I started pulling his shirt tail out of his pants.

"That's easily remedied," Jenifer said as she went to work on the front of his pants. She tugged Jeremy's pants, underwear and all, down to his knees and was eye level with his erection. "This is just the kind of party favor I am in the mood for," she added as her lips engulfed the shiny purple knob.

I managed to get Jeremy's shirt off over his head, and without Jenifer losing her grip on the object of her desire, we managed to get Jeremy turned around so that I could set him on the edge of the bed. Luckily, he was wearing loafers so his shoes and socks posed little problem in removing his pants the rest of the way.

While Jenifer was busy going, "Mmm...Mmm...Mmph..." over Jeremy's hard cock I went back to giving him mouth to mouth resuscitation with lots of tongue. I was more than pleased to note that Jeremy had not forgotten what I had taught him about breast fondling as his talented caressing got my insides stirring. I felt a slight pang of jealousy when Jeremy let out a moan and I could feel his body stiffen in climax as Jenifer slurped his spilled seed. I joined her at his spasming cock and managed to get a few last spurts before he had completely spent himself. Poor guy, I thought to myself, I knew he was horny as hell and just couldn't hold back any longer.

Jenifer moved Jeremy to the middle of the bed and proceeded to kiss his face all over and offer her magnificent tits for his caress. I kissed my way down his torso and facing his feet with my butt up in the air, I took his semi inflated cock back in my mouth and sucked it back to its full rigidity. While reveling in Jeremy's musky man smell and how well the upward curve of his hard on was able to slide effortlessly down my throat, I felt a hand, either Jenifer's or Jeremy's, I couldn't tell whose, begin to fondle my pussy. The fingers slid over the flesh of my well-moistened crevice, lingering momentarily on the sensitive nubbin of my clitoris then dipped into my twitching snatch. Spasms of orgasmic delight began coursing through my body from all of the sensory input.

Jeremy had somehow maneuvered his head between my thighs and when his tongue began lapping my pussy I involuntarily sat up slightly to press myself into his lingular caress. Jenifer took this opportunity to begin kissing me and fondling my tits as she straddled Jeremy's torso and began stroking his cock with her slippery pussy lips. Between gasps, as I tried to catch my breath, I returned Jenifer's kisses and probed her welcoming mouth with my tongue. With Jenifer's full tits pressing into mine, I reached down and pressed Jeremy's cock against her clit then spread her pussy lips and guided the swollen head into her waiting aperture. The sensations of Jeremy's cock sliding between my fingers as it traveled in and out of Jenifer's cunt, Jenifer's passionate kisses on my face and Jeremy's hyperactive tongue lapping at my pussy all worked together to send me into the violent throes of an earth shattering orgasm. I held on to Jenifer as best I could as she thrust herself down on Jeremy's cock over and over and ground her pussy into his pelvis. Through my orgasmic delirium I could hear our moans and squeals of delight as Jenifer and I simultaneously went over the edge.

Next I knew, I was laying on my side, facing Jenifer, our arms and legs intertwined, as we spasmed in unison. Before I could come back to my senses, I experienced the delicious feeling of being filled as Jeremy's ample cock pressed into my eager cunt. After several strokes, just as another wave of orgasmic frenzy began to wash over my consciousness, he pulled out of me and I could tell by Jenifer's gasps and the undulations of her body, he was stroking his marvelous member into her. Before I could catch my breath, his thick shaft was stretching out the slippery walls of my feminine sheath. He continued this routine until my mind was awash in the exquisite pleasure of it all.

I then found myself on my back with Jeremy nestled between my thighs and Jenifer along side of me. She reached down and stroked my sopping pussy then guided the purple helmet of Jeremy's cock between my swollen labia and into my waiting sheath. I thrust my hips upwards to engulf him completely so that the little nubbin of my clit was pressing into his pelvis and my pussy lips were stretched tightly around the base of his cock. I then wrapped my legs around his torso and held him tightly as I undulated my body violently, impaling myself over and over again on the marvelous shaft and gripping it for all I was worth with my slippery aperture. Jeremy met my every thrust, sometimes pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in again, until somewhere in the back of my consciousness I heard myself let out a long wailing scream as the ecstatic pressure exploded inside of me. Jeremy pushed himself up to arm's length as his body tensed and shuddered, spilling his hot semen deep inside of me.

I came back to my senses as Jenifer alternated kissing me and Jeremy. "My God, that was beautiful," she said. "I've never seen anyone making love in real life. It was such a turn on."

"Tonight's events have exceeded even my wildest fantasies," Jeremy said between gasps of breath. He kissed my face, neck, and shoulders, then returned Jenifer's kisses. "Two women at once, unbelievable."

"Any wild fantasy you happen to come up with, you're always welcome to come over here and try it out," Jenifer said.

"Yeah, any time," I added when I could finally talk again.

We kicked back on Jenifer's bed, petting and stroking each other for a while as we finished off the champagne, then the three of us took a quick shower together and got ready to go out for the dinner Jeremy promised. "How does Mexican sound?" Jeremy asked. "The Old Fort is not too far from here and they have one of the best Mexican restaurants in town there."

To Be Continued...



Sara's Journey Ch. 14



Modeling wasn't easy work but it was kind of nice working only a few hours a day, three or four days a week. I worked out with Tisha about twice a week and we would have our little sessions once in a while. Jenifer was spending more time with Rico and we still talked about having a threesome, but I didn't think anything would ever come of it.

They were short handed at the hospital so Jenifer was working a lot of overtime and not spending much time at home. One night after a workout at the club with Tisha, I came home to find Rico's car in the driveway. I had a suspicion of what might be going on inside, so I was real quiet letting myself in. I tiptoed up the stairs, being careful not to make them squeak, and as I eased my way down the hall towards Jenifer's room, I could hear her making the little moans and squeals she always made when she was having sex.

I pushed the door open a little further and through the crack, I could see Rico nestled between Jenifer's raised thighs stroking his cock into her glistening pussy for all he was worth. The sight of his muscular little butt tightening every time his shaft plunged into the pink folds of Jenifer's pussy was turning me on something fierce. I slipped my hand under the waistband of my shorts and pressed my fingers into my own slippery cleft. Just watching the two of them had my juices flowing. I spread the slippery wetness over my swollen labia and over my hardened clit. Knowing what it felt like to have Rico's cock pumping in and out of my pussy as I watched it sink into Jenifer's pussy over and over was bringing me right along with them.

With one hand going a mile a minute on my pussy and the other busy squeezing my tits, I watched as Jenifer arched herself up, meeting Rico's thrusts, and began gasping and letting out her little squeals, signaling her impending climax. My own moans of pleasure were drowned out by Jenifer's high-pitched squeal of orgasm and Rico's groans as he spent himself into her body.

When Rico collapsed into Jenifer's arms to catch his breath as their spasms subsided, I pushed the door open and came into the bedroom. "Any left for me?" I asked as I stepped out of my shorts.

Rico rolled off to the side, his still hard cock waving in the air. "Oh, you bet," he said.

"We waited for you as long as we could," Jenifer said. "Just the thought of us both making love to you got us so horny..."

"I got off once just watching you guys, so it's all right," I said, kneeling on the bed between Rico's legs and sliding my hand down over his cock. It was still slippery with Jenifer's juices and looked so tasty. I licked the sensitive underside then wrapped my lips around the bulbous head. I loved the tangy taste of Jenifer's pussy so Rico's cock was like two treats in one. I opened my throat and swallowed Rico's dick, pressing my face down to the thatch of hair at its base. "Oh, God, I love the way you do that," he moaned.

Jenifer came up behind me and stroked her hands up my inner thighs to spread my legs further and ran her fingers over my sopping pussy. As I slavered over Rico's dick like a starving fool, I felt Jenifer's tongue slide into my cunt. It wasn't long before her lips and tongue and the sensation of Rico's hard dick in my mouth had me coming all over again. Jenifer found my clit with her tongue and gave it a good buzz, sending me right over the top into the world of erotic ecstasy to the point where I had to pull away from Jenifer's lingular caresses or go insane.

Rico took that opportunity to pull me up in his arms and give me a full soul kiss with lots of tongue. Jenifer hugged me from behind, filling her hands with my tits, and helped position me astride Rico's hips so that the shaft of his cock pushed right between my pussy lips and pressed against my screamingly sensitive clitoris. With my body still trembling, I was able to turn my head and kiss Jenifer's face. She stroked her hands over me then reached down and positioned the head of Rico's cock right at the entrance of my sexual sheath.

Even though I was dripping wet with my own lubrication, my work out from earlier must have done something to tighten all my pussy muscles. Rico's cock was barely able to slide into me. As I undulated my hips and pressed down on the marvelous intrusion, I could feel the rim of the helmet shaped tip sliding along my gripping cunt walls. By the time I was able to wiggle and push my way down to completely engulf Rico's cock, I had come again at least twice. I felt so full and stretched out!

I was beyond moving on my own. Jenifer was positioned behind me as if she were fucking me doggy style and her undulations against my butt made Rico's hard shaft slide in and out of me. I let out a loud moan of pleasure when Jenifer pulled me more upright, driving Rico's cock into me full measure then reached around and started flicking my clit with her fingers. With Rico's cock buried in me to the hilt and Jenifer behind me thrusting my hips back and forth, the perfect up turn of Rico's cock made its head press my G-spot with every forward thrust, driving me to the pinnacle of orgasmic delirium.

As my body shook and I gasped for breath, I hugged my self to Rico while he continued thrusting into me until I barely perceived him stiffen up and spill his hot semen deep inside of me with a loud groan. Next I knew Jenifer was beside us on the bed showering both of our faces in kisses. With Rico's twitching cock still buried deep inside of me, I was able to lean over and take Jenifer in my arms and kiss and stroke her as my body spasmed from the blinding climax.

It was so wonderful laying together and giving pleasure to the two people I loved. I loved the feel of Rico's hard body next to mine and the lush softness of Jenifer under my caress. We finally fell asleep in a tangle of bodies on Jenifer's huge bed.

I got into the habit of doing my centering and balance routine every morning before breakfast. After a breakfast of toast and a protein shake, I was ready to face the day. I figured I could live comfortably and set aside a considerable stash by only working four hours a day only three days a week. Courtney didn't approve but I told her it was that or nothing because I still had my trust money coming in. That left me with enough time to go to the health club with Tisha for an hour or so three or four days a week.

Tisha got Jenifer to join the health club and our little threesomes afterwards were really fun. When we introduced Tisha to Rico, they got together and put us on a regimen of vitamins and supplements of all sorts. Rico figured out a work out program for the three of us and when he came to the club to train us, our little after hours sessions got really fun!

I had to introduce Tisha to Jeremy to discuss the investment portfolio she had worked out. His firm finally did approve some of the investments for my trust but Jeremy seemed to be somewhat intimidated by a spectacularly beautiful six foot one inch black woman in four inch heels. We vowed to keep working on it. I talked Jeremy into getting rid of that round table and chairs in his office and replacing it with a soft, plush leather couch and two comfortable easy chairs facing it across a glass coffee table. It made it much more comfortable when we had our frequent meetings to go over my trust. For some strange reason, we managed to always schedule our appointments around lunch or at quitting time.

One afternoon I was just finishing up a grueling work out of floor exercises when I heard the doorbell ringing. I felt more comfortable working out naked so I had to run upstairs and throw on a little jumpsuit before I could answer the door. It was going to piss me off if it was a vacuum salesman or the Avon Lady. When I opened the door, I just stood there, dumbfounded, with my mouth agape. There was something familiar about the young oriental girl standing there. Except for her slightly oriental eyes it was almost like looking into a mirror. She looked back at me with the same surprise of recognition. "You are Sara McFarland," she said with certainty. I nodded my head as she continued. "I am Su Lin Xien, daughter of your father."

There was no doubt that she was telling the truth but as I invited her in I had to ask, "How could that be?"

Su Lin's round, nearly western shaped hazel eyes and long straight nose added to her exotic beauty. The roundness of her face, her soft mouth and certain expressions she made as she looked around the living room was like a copy of myself. "My mother told me I was born while our father was away being with his American family. He returned to train the men of our village to be warriors and was killed in battle against the Communists. I have kept his ashes in hopes that I could return them to that family and I am here now."

She handed me a polished wooden box with a pair of military dog tags inlaid in the top. I took it and read, Jack Russell McFarland, U.S. Marine Corps along with a serial number and blood type stamped in the metal tags. "I was so young when my father left I probably wouldn't have remembered him," I said. "Even now all I know of him is from the papers I have found in the basement. He was listed as 'Missing in Action' but my mother had already divorced him by then. I suppose it was because he was in love with your mother. You see, I have amnesia from an accident I was in a couple of months ago. I don't even remember the family I lost then."

"I am sorry to hear of that," Su Lin said, taking my hand. "It seems that all we have for family is each other."

"What of your mother?"

"Before she died she told me of you and how much our father missed you. He always had a picture of you with him. You have grown considerably since the picture was taken." She handed me a worn, weather beaten wallet photo of a little girl. It was the same little girl in the photo I had found on my dresser. "I had to come here and bring you these things."

"I have a sister!" I said as I took her in my arms. "You don't have to go back or anything, do you? You know you have a place to stay here."

"I will not go back to that place after working so hard to escape. They would put me back in the labor camp, my only crime being having an American soldier for a father."

"It must have been horrible for you," I said.

"My life was not so bad. It was all that I knew," Su Lin said. "A friend from our village paid my passage from Malaysia once he knew I was free. Actually it was his employer who paid my passage. I think you know her, Rebecca Longport. She refuses any repayment."

I gave Su Lin another hug then held her at arm's length and looked her over. "Well, you are here with me now. Today we can start our lives together as sisters." I took Su Lin by the hand and led her into the kitchen and put on water for tea. I kept a selection of teas on hand for an occasional cup and for guests and I just happened to have a tea I bought at a little Vietnamese store downtown. 

"Well, let's bring in your things and I'll show you your new home," I said after we finished our tea. "You can have the spare bedroom. We can share the hall bathroom."

"A room of my own?" she asked. "And sharing a bathroom with only one other is a true luxury."

"Let's get you settled in and then we can start dinner."

"You must allow me to do all of the cooking," Su Lin said. "You need more rice and peppers in your diet."

"As long as I don't have to eat dog," I laughed.

"In this country we have to make do with fish and fowl. Pet owners are reluctant to sell us their fat puppies."

Su Lin was genuinely tickled at the size of her room when we brought her things up. "Whole families live in a space this size," she said. She went to the closet and looked inside. "This could be my bedroom and I could entertain guests out here." She pulled a straw mat out of her duffel bag, unrolled it and laid it a corner next to the wall. "I am now living here," she said proudly.

"We're going to have to get you a regular bed and a chest of drawers for your things," I said.

"My way of life is simple and my needs are few," she said. "Save your money for the things you will need for yourself."

I took that poor sweet girl in my arms. "Su Lin, you are an American now. Our way of life is not simple and our needs are many. You'll just have to get used to it."

When I showed Su Lin the bathroom and how to work the single handle temperature adjustment on the shower, she had to try it. She worked the handle back and forth until the water was just right then she stripped out of her clothes and stepped in. "This is wonderful," she squealed in delight. "There is enough room for us both. Why don't you join me and I'll wash your hair."

I was still all sticky from my work out and needed a shower anyway, so I stripped off my little jumpsuit and stepped into the tub. We took turns under the spray then Su Lin had me sit on the edge of the tub so she could work the shampoo into my hair.

"When I would look at your picture I fantasized about meeting you and actually touching you," she said as her fingers worked over my scalp. "Now that I am here, I can see that you are more beautiful than I could have imagined."

"We are sisters so we look much the same," I said as she worked the shampoo lather through my hair and massaged my scalp with her fingertips. The delicious tingles she was sending down the back of my neck and through my spine were radiating out through my whole body. When I was able to open my eyes, the first sight that greeted me was her firm, flat abdomen, tapering down between her lush rounded hips to the soft vee of her mons, covered sparsely with her dark, silky hair. I was mesmerized by the symmetrical tufts of soft flesh to either side of her feminine cleft and the delicate dimple at its top. I was about to reach up and touch it when Su Lin came closer and pressed my forehead to her tummy as she worked her fingers down the back of my head to the base of my neck.

After she worked the lather through my hair one last time, she stepped back and said, "All done. You may rinse now."

"You do that so well," I said as I struggled to my feet. "It was wonderful. I'm all weak now."

"You are not weak, only relaxed. A good head massage with shampoo makes all of your tensions go away."

"Okay, now it's your turn. Let's see if I can do as good as you."

I worked a generous portion of shampoo into Su Lin's long dark hair then started massaging her scalp with my fingertips over the top of her head down over her ears around to the back of her head and down the back of her neck. I repeated the process a few more times until I could hear Su Lin making soft moans. "Yes, you do that quite well," she whispered as she pressed her forehead against me and hugged me around my butt. "It is so nice to have a real sister to share these things with."

I pulled her to her feet and directed her under the stream of water. When her hair was rinsed, I put a dab of conditioner in it and combed it through with a wide toothed comb. "We have another sister that I hope you get to meet one day," I said. "She is the daughter of my stepfather who lived with her mother. She's an officer in a big bank in New York."

"Now we each have two sisters to love and share with."

" I have heard how the children of American soldiers were treated and it breaks my heart."

"I lived in a compound with girls of the same parentage so there was no one around to tell us how ugly we were."

"What do you mean? You are stunningly beautiful."

"The pure oriental Vietnamese were the only example of beauty that we had to look to. Anything that differed from that was ugly. Only since I've been in this country to see all the mixtures of races have I considered myself not ugly."

"'Not ugly,' God, what an understatement!" I said as I took the wash cloth and lathered it up. Standing behind her, I started scrubbing Su Lin's back and worked down to her tight round butt. Her figure was a lot like mine except that she carried less body fat, probably because of her training. By just looking at her I guessed that she wore the same bra size as I did. Her tits had the perfect shape, high on her chest with zero sag like two large cereal bowls with sweet little milk chocolate nipples.

"This is so wonderful, you washing me like this, but you don't need to do it," Su Lin said.

"I am enjoying it," I said. "When I'm done, you can do me. What are sisters for?"

I washed down the back of her legs and when I was done, she turned around and I lifted her foot and scrubbed between her dainty toes. She giggled and squirmed like a little girl and with her knee up, I could see the sweet pink promise of her tiny pussy. I washed the front of her legs and her lower abdomen and as I was about to continue up to her hips, she took my hand with the washcloth in hers and moved it back down to her mons. Taking the hint, I ran the soapy cloth between her legs then worked the lather into her crease with my bare fingers. I could feel a slipperiness there that was not soap.

Su Lin's legs parted slightly as she supported her self by hanging on to my shoulders. I continued with the cloth up her torso and over her perfect tits. "The pleasure of the bath is primary in the practice of the Arts," she said quietly into my ear as she pressed herself into my caress.

"Yes, I know," I said as I took her in my arms and kissed her tenderly on her lips. "I'm going to love having you here with me. Maybe we can make up for all the years that we didn't know about each other."

She returned my kiss and took the wash cloth from me and soaped it up. "I can feel so much love here with you," She said as she started scrubbing my neck and shoulders. "This country is so new and exciting and it is so much more wonderful having real family for once." She pressed her soapy body up to mine, and reaching around me, scrubbed my back and down over my butt. I loved the feel of her slippery tits against mine and the mound of her pubis pressing on my pussy.

Before I could get too turned on, she stepped back and started on my front side. A quiet moan escaped my lips as she worked the soapy cloth over my tits, making my nipples stand out in a 'bite me!' mode. A delicious warmth started spreading out through my body as she washed down my torso over the front of my legs then back up my inner thighs. She washed my crotch with the cloth then worked the soap into my muff. I know I was just dripping by the time her fingers worked the soap into my crease and over my pussy lips. When she was satisfied that I was all clean, she stood, taking me into her arms and as we kissed again, sweetly, like sisters, we moved together under the spray of water to rinse off.

The hot spray of water felt wonderful, but all good things have to come to an end sometime. We finished up then toweled each other dry. With only our towels wrapped around our wet hair, I took Su Lin by the hand and continued our tour of the house.

To Be Continued...



Sara's Journey Ch. 15



Su Lin couldn't believe the size of Jenifer's bed and she saw at once by the unmade bed that Jenifer didn't sleep alone. "You are going to love Jenifer," I said. "She's so cute and cuddly."

"Practice of the Pleasures should never be denied," Su Lin said. "It only makes me happier that we are sisters. There are things that sisters can do that others should not."

When we got back down to the living room on our way to the kitchen, Jenifer was just coming in the front door. "Whoa! What do we have here, bookends?" she said. "Sara, it almost looks like you've cloned yourself."

I had to laugh to myself as Su Lin hurriedly tried to cover herself with the towel that was wrapped around her hair. "Jenifer, meet my sister, Su Lin."

"A matched pair, Sara and Suzi. I had no idea you had a sister."

"Suzi, that is a funny name," Su Lin laughed. "I like it. I am happy to meet you. Sara was telling me of you."

"It's all lies," Jenifer said. "Besides, it's all Sara's fault, she's a bad influence."

We all laughed. "Su Lin is from Vietnam," I said. "I had no idea I had a sister either."

"Well, there's no doubt who the father was," Jenifer said, giving Su Lin a big hug. "If you're anything like your sister, it'll be twice as much fun around here now. Welcome to the family. Oh, and don't worry, bare skin is the uniform of the day, as Sara likes to say."

"I was showing Su Lin around her new home. We were just on our way to the kitchen to start dinner."

"Sorry I missed the tour of the shower. After a day like today, I really need one. I'll be right down, properly attired."

"I'm going to show Su Lin the fine art of blending margaritas."

"Save some for me," Jenifer said as she headed up the stairs.

"Jenifer overflows with the essence of life," Su Lin said. "I can feel the closeness of affection in your home."

"And now you're part of it," I said, giving her a squeeze. "I can't tell you how happy I am to have you here."

While I blended up the margaritas, Su Lin made herself busy looking through the refrigerator and cupboards for something to throw together for dinner. We had barely touched our margaritas when Jenifer joined us in the kitchen appropriately attired with only a towel around her head. "Anybody care to go out for Mexican?" she asked. "There's a new place up in the University District that I heard was really nice."

"There is enough here for me to prepare a meal with," Su Lin said. "I would rather stay here and not have to dress. Our nakedness feels deliciously naughty."

"Are you going to cook for us now?" Jenifer asked.

"You and Sara are two very busy working women and don't have time to prepare the right kind of food that you need for yourselves. So to make my stay less of a burden, I will cook, clean, do the laundry and the gardening. I can cook with less fat and more pepper and rice. Soon you will not only be stronger and tire less easily, but you will carry less weight."

"That sounds too good to be true," Jenifer said. "As hard as I try, I can't seem to lose this fat."

"You are not really fat," Su Lin told her. "You are heroically proportioned. I hope I do not stare too much at you. Your form is greatly pleasing to the eye and in my country we do not get to see people of your fair coloring often."

Jenifer's little pink nipples and strawberry blond bush did contrast to Su Lin's and my dark ones. Even in this country it was rare to see someone whose muff matched their hair.

"I get my coloring and generous proportions from my Nordic heritage. Sara's always dragging me down to the health club to try and work some of it off."

"It's working though," I said. "You've already lost inches off your waist and hips."

"And nothing off my tits," Jenifer added.

"They do look a little higher and firmer though."

"Exercising can be so boring," Su Lin said. "I know an exercise routine that was once taught to the concubines of the Imperial Court to enable them to give and receive pleasure more fully. The exercises themselves are erotically satisfying."

"That sounds like just the exercise routine I could get into," Jenifer said. "With my work schedule the way it's been the last few weeks, I haven't had time for anything, exercise, sex or the work in the garden that I wanted to do."

"Sex is a necessity for the health of the life energies," Su Lin said. "While you work, I can do what needs to be done in the garden so you will have time for sex and exercise."

"What about you?" Jenifer asked. "Don't you have a boyfriend?"

"I had a boyfriend in Vietnam. He was conscripted into the army and I didn't hear from him again. A man is a good thing for sex, but not necessary."

"I know what you mean," Jenifer said. "But it is so nice being filled with a good hard cock, feeling a firm masculine body next to yours and having that wonderful man smell on your pillow when it is all done."

"Any more talk like that," I said, "and I'll have to give someone a call. It's still early for dinner so why don't we go out back and enjoy our patio in the afternoon sun."

"Yeah," Jenifer said, "I'll show you guys what I wanted to do to the yard."

Off of the screened porch was a brick patio with a table and chair set on it that desperately needed help. Only a small amount of its original white finish could be seen through the red stain oozing out of the scaly rust where the paint had completely chipped away. Jenifer had a couple of beach chairs out there so I made myself comfortable in one and watched my sister and Jenifer. They looked like two nymphs in the woods, as they toured the perimeter of the small yard, discussing what they wanted to do with the landscape. The back yard was surrounded by a six foot fence covered by high shrubs and an overgrown hedge with a couple of huge trees along the back, so there was no worry about privacy. The two of them looked like they should go together like salt and pepper, one dark Asian and a lightly tanned strawberry blond, both naked as jaybirds and as cute as could be. It was an absolute delight watching them out there bending and squatting as they probed into the greenery.

It was so hard to believe that a daughter from my real father was here with me. How could I help but love her? I sipped from my margarita feeling warm and mushy inside for both of them. Jenifer had helped me through a real tough time, getting accustomed to being a woman. Now it was Su Lin's turn to show me the meaning of family. I just wanted to run out to them and hug them both but I was content to watch them out rooting in the garden.

The margaritas didn't last long and after we decided that the yard could be saved, we concentrated on getting something for dinner. Su Lin managed to whip up a killer stir-fry from what she found moldering away in the fridge. After dinner we kicked back in the living room and girl talked while we polished off the last of the beers.

"Well kids," Jenifer said. "I've got to beg off early. I've got another long day ahead of me tomorrow and I'm already shot from the one I just had. Maybe we can plan something for this weekend."

"I've got to do a shoot Saturday morning so that blows Friday night," I said. "Let's see what's happening Saturday night."

After Jenifer went up to bed, Su Lin and I did a quick clean up of the kitchen. "It has been an exciting day for me," she said. "I should go to bed too. There is much to be done tomorrow."

"That straw mat you brought to sleep on couldn't be too comfortable. I would love it if you'd share my bed with me."

"The straw mat is what I'm used to sleeping on, but I'd rather not sleep alone. This is the first time that in so long that I have had a blood relative to hold and love and I don't want it to end at bedtime."

"I feel the same way," I said, taking her into my arms and kissing her. It was funny, here I was the one trying to get a grip on my life and I felt protective of her. It's just that she seemed so naive in the ways of our country and I didn't want to see her get hurt. "Even after I get you your own bed, I still want you to feel welcome to share my bed."

"As your sister I would hope we would feel comfortable in each other's beds. There will be many nights that we will want to sleep off our weariness alone in our own beds."

I held her to me for a little longer stroking the sensuous curve of her back then I took her by the hand and led her up the stairs to my room. Once we were snuggled under my covers the feel of Su Lin's taut breasts pressing into mine and the touch of her warm, smooth skin against me seemed to intensify the warm glow that had been burning in me since our shower together. What started out as a good night kiss lingered until the urgency could not be ignored. Su Lin's hand found my breast and gave it a gentle massage as her thigh slipped between my legs and pressed against my pussy.

I had no doubt that Su Lin was as sweet and innocent as could be but the erotic journey she was taking me on with her kisses, caresses and the stroking of my body was wonderful. I was floating in a sea of erotic delight. My soft moans were muffled in her kisses as my body involuntarily undulated, stroking my sensitive pussy against the firmness of her thigh.

I kissed my way down her neck to her breasts and took one of her dark, hard little nipples in my mouth and gently sucked on it. Her pleasure was evident by her quiet moan and the way she pressed herself into my caress. When I stroked my hand down her abdomen and cupped her mons, I could feel the slippery dew coating her swollen petals. Unlike my own thick bush, hers was soft and silky with the outer labia nearly hairless. My fingers found their way into the soft, resilient flesh and I stroked them lightly around the opening of her feminine sheath then forward to the firm little bud at the apex of her labia. The delicate bouquet of sex wafted up under the covers, giving me an uncontrollable desire to taste those soft folds.

I wriggled down under the covers, kissing my way down her abdomen, then lingering at the tufts of softness on her inner thighs. When my tongue made contact with her more tender parts, her soft sighs turned into moans of pleasure. I ran the tip of my tongue over the silky smooth flesh of her crevice then pulled her tiny labia between my lips and sucked on them one at a time. The aroma and taste of Su Lin's sex was pure ambrosia! I found the tiny knot of her clitoris at the apex of her labia, sucked it between my lips and darted my tongue over it. Su Lin's body tensed and began to quiver as her moans of ecstasy become more vocal.

I ran one hand up her torso to fondle her ample breasts while the other went to my own pussy. Knowing what Su Lin was feeling as I stroked myself brought me right along with her in our quest for orgasmic ecstasy. Su Lin clamped her legs to my head as her whole body jerked to a climax. As I felt her giving herself completely to the sensation, my own manipulations caused me to crest right along with her.

Not being able to stand any more of the exquisite stimulation, Su Lin pulled me up on top of her and held me tight as the last of her orgasmic spasms coursed through her body. "I have only known you for a few short hours," she said, "and yet I feel a love like we have always been together."

"You are my sister. How could I feel any other way?"

"I had no idea how wonderful that could be," Su Lin said as she snuggled next to me and rested her head on my shoulder. As I held her I could feel the faint after shocks of her climax still coursing through her and her soft moans of contentment as she fell asleep.

I always sleep well after sex. It must have been a carry over from my masculine life. The next morning, I drifted awake remembering the pleasure of having someone I loved snuggling next to me as I slept. The sun was up and Su Lin was out of bed already. I slipped on my robe and staggered downstairs where I could hear noises coming from the kitchen. Su Lin handed me a cup of coffee as I sat down at the table.

"You're up early this morning," I said.

"Jenifer needed a good breakfast to see her through her busy morning." I could see that Su Lin had fixed fried rice with plenty of egg and veggies in it. "I ate with her and saw her on her way to work. Part of the job, you know."

"From the looks of this and dinner last night, you're due for a raise. We should go shopping today. You need so many things."

"What I have serves me well. You need not go to any expense for me. You need to keep your money for more important things."

"I have more money now than I know what to do with. You are my family and I want to see that you are well provided for. Remember, we are sisters and I want you to have the best."

"We are the same size. Maybe for now we could just share what you already have." The first thing we did was to go through Su Lin's duffel bag to see how her wardrobe would fit in American society. She didn't really have a lot. Most of the clothing she had was made in Vietnam and reflected those styles. She did have a pair of `knock off' jeans and a couple of tops that looked sort of western.

"That's it!" I said. "You're going to start dressing out of my closet. I have more clothes than I'll ever wear. I'll give you some things for your own, then we'll go buy you some other stuff." Su Lin needed some shoes because our feet were not quite the same size and of course every girl must have her own dainties. We spent the rest of the day going through my closet and trying on some of the outfits that I had on hand. It was really fun when I showed her the racy things that I found hidden in the back of my drawer and started playing dress up. I will have to say that she looked absolutely killer in my black bustier, black stockings and matching G-string. Su Lin was about as adept in walking in high heel as I was, which was not good at all.

The next morning I took Su Lin to the health club with me to meet Tisha and check the place out. Tisha couldn't believe how much we looked alike, even having different mothers. Su Lin had never seen a woman as tall as Tisha. They seemed to hit it off right away.

Su Lin had done some resistance exercise in her training but never on sophisticated machines. She was amazed at how they isolated different muscle groups and worked them to their full range. I gave her the same resistance settings as I was using and it almost seemed too easy for her. When we were done, Tisha took off to get in a short run before she cooled down.

Saturday, I took Su Lin to Henri's studio to watch me do a shoot for one of the men's magazines. When we showed up, at the crack of dawn, Henri went absolutely nuts over Su Lin and would have it no other way than we pose together. "You two are not really look alikes," he said, "but more like the oriental and western versions of the same person. I've got to get you on film together. I know a big time glossy would pay a fortune for a pictorial like that."

"Which of course would be reflected in our fee," I added.

"Of course, anything, just let me do the shoot."

Su Lin was somewhat reluctant about getting naked in front of a whole bunch of people. "Also I have no papers to say that I am in this country legally. People would ask questions if they saw my picture in a widely distributed magazine."

"Su Lin, you are the daughter of a US soldier. You have every right in the world to be in this country. Besides, the magazines never say who you really are when they publish your pictures."

"The way I want to do the pictorial, no one would even recognize you on the street," Henri said. "I want to do some exotic make up and I'll have an artist come in and do full body fake tattoos on both of you"

"I'll tell you what," I said to Su Lin. "Watch us do the shoot this morning and if it looks like posing in the nude will be too much for you to handle, we just won't do it."

"Oh, don't say that," Henri said. "The human female form is the most beautiful creation in existence. All I want to do is celebrate that beauty. I'm very professional in what I do. There is nothing shameful about posing without your clothes and I do nothing distasteful. Beauty as exquisite as yours should be shared with the world."

"Okay, I will watch. If I see that this is within the realm of the Arts of Pleasure, I will do it."

The shoot went well and when it was over, Su Lin commented on how everyone paid no attention to my nudity. By the time I got dressed and washed my make up off, Su Lin and Henri had set up a date later in the week to do the shoot he wanted.

After we left Henri's studio, Su Lin wanted to go back to the house to get some things done. I agreed on the condition that we go by one of the malls and do a little shopping first. "That short session this morning netted us a little more than three hundred dollars and my reward for a job well done is to buy a few nice things."

"Three hundred dollars! There are people from my country living here that do not make that much in a week and it's not even noon yet."

"Yeah, and I'm scheduled to do two more shoots this week and three more next week and so on for as long as I want to. Not to mention an eight hundred dollar a month trust fund payment. Do you know anything about finances?"

"Things were so different in Vietnam. Only since I've been in this country have I learned about using a monetary system."

"Well, I just want to assure you that I have enough money to buy all the things that we need. You know, the house is mine, free and clear. All I pay is my property taxes and utilities. Even after buying groceries and my little shopping sprees, I'm still able to save and invest a good deal of money."

"All my life has been devoted to duty," Su Lin said. "I have never given thought to my own wants. I have always had what I needed, which isn't much."

"Now that you are in America and part of my family, your needs have increased. Everyone sees you as my sister from Vietnam and you have to start living the same way I do. The first thing that you have to learn is how to shop. It's the American way."

"I didn't think of it that way. I just didn't want to be a burden on you."

"You are my family. I want to see that you have the best. I only wish that I could have been taking care of you all along."

I thank Jenifer for showing me all the ins and outs of shopping, which malls have the best deals and how to sharp shoot for bargains. There were sale racks everywhere. Su Lin scored about a half dozen bra and panty sets, a couple pairs of jeans, some real cute tops and a pair of good training shoes. Of course, almost everything I bought for her I had in mind to borrow at some time or another. 

To Be Continued...



Sara's Journey Ch. 16



I was really happy to see Su Lin fit in so well. She and Jenifer got along from the start. While I was busy at a modeling assignment, Jenifer taught Su Lin how to drive. Su Lin devoured the DMV driver's manual in just one night and by noon the next day she was totally into the Zen of it and driving the freeways and busy streets like an old pro.

During our workouts at the health club, I could tell that Tisha was trying to hit on her. Rico joined us one morning and I thought he would fall all over himself showing Su Lin the proper way to use the weight machines.

One of the first things I had to take care of for Su Lin was to get her presence in this country legalized. Of course, Jeremy was the one to take care of that. Henri had scheduled us for our tandem shoot late in the afternoon and I knew that Jeremy would be working late as he always did when either Jenifer or I couldn't drag him off to be a bad influence on him. I figured to stop by his office when we were done at Henri's.

Henri did a series of test shots of Su Lin before we got into 'costume' and make up. Tresa did a marvelous job on our make up, making us look more like the oriental and western versions of what we were. The tattoo artist spent a couple of hours painting a tiger on me and a dragon on Su Lin, each one with its tail wrapped around one leg, their main bodies across our backs with their heads on our right shoulders. When all was ready and we stepped out into the studio, Henri was ecstatic. Su Lin took direction well and didn't give her nudity a second thought as we went through the different poses. The session almost got steamy when one set of poses called for some light kisses and mutual fondling. Su Lin seemed to forget that there was a photographer and his crew there in the room with us. I must admit that I got into it and I'm sure that set of photos showed me with erect nipples and a slight glistening of dew on the petals of my feminine flower.

When Henri called it a wrap, Su Lin and I kept our make up on and only had them remove the tattoos. My plan was for us to dress up in the sexiest lingerie outfits covered in only raincoats and pay an after hours visit to Jeremy's office. By the time we got home, Jenifer was already home from work. When I told her what we were going to do, she said, "I'd love to go along just to see the look on Jeremy's face, but I don't think anything you have in your drawer would fit me."

"Well, I could give you your birthday present a little early," I said. Jenifer had commented at one time how she didn't have any sexy outfits to wear when she entertained at home. When I saw a pink satin and lace bustier set on sale one day, I went ahead and picked it up for her along with a pair of pink stockings. She was absolutely tickled and ran right upstairs to try it on.

Su Lin picked a black satin bustiette with a lace up front and a matching vee front thong. I dressed up in a matching sheer lace bra, garter and G-string with stockings and spike heels. While we were waiting for Jenifer, Su Lin and I got into a little game of 'kissy face and patty bottom' in the kitchen as we were trying to put together a batch of margaritas. When Jenifer joined us, all I could think when I saw her was, Eeyow!

"God! I feel so sexy in this," Jenifer said as she struck a pose for us.

I was glad it fit her. The only one that was near her size was a thirty-eight C cup. I will say that it did make Jenifer's thirty-six D tits stand right out there. "You remind me of a strawberry sundae," Su Lin said. "Only hot."

"Good enough to eat," I added.

"And you two are absolutely stunning," Jenifer said. "Do you think Jeremy is up to this?"

"He'll never forget the first time he met me," Su Lin said. "I will be surrounded by such stunning beauty."

Jenifer stepped up to Su Lin and put her hands on her waist. "You know, Suzi," she said, "Sara is the most beautiful girl I know and you could pass as her twin, except that you have that exotic Eurasian look that makes us seem plain standing next to you."

"Is Jeremy intimately familiar with both of you?" Su Lin asked. "It would be discomfiting to me if he were seeing all three of us for the first time dressed so provocatively."

"He is very intimately familiar with both of us, together and one at a time," I said.

"The three of you together at the same time?" Su Lin asked. "I have only read about such things. To be a part of something like that would be so exciting."

We took our pitcher of margaritas to the living room and made ourselves comfortable. Jenifer sat on the couch and struck a sexy pose. I wanted to cup her generous moons in my hands and bury my face in her sweet muff. I leaned down and kissed Jenifer firmly on the mouth then sat down next to her as Su Lin settled herself on the floor at her feet.

"In the village where I lived when I came into adolescence, there were few young men because of the war," Su Lin said as she sipped her margarita and absent-mindedly stroked her hand up Jenifer's inner thigh. "My introduction to the Arts of Pleasure was from the other girls my age. We would find our satisfaction by kissing and stroking each other with our hands, using our fingers as imitation penises. No one of us ever thought to use our mouths or tongues to give pleasure. Now that I know how it feels to be kissed on the nether lips, I can almost come to climax by doing it myself."

Jenifer let out a little moan of pleasure as Su Lin's hand inched up closer to the pink triangle of flimsy cloth covering her mons. "I know what you mean," she said as she scooted down closer to Su Lin's caress. I slid down one of the thin straps of her bustier and pushed aside the pink lace covering her nipple and worried it lightly with my fingertip. "We'll never make it to Jeremy's if you guys keep this up."

"I would like to taste you once just a little before we go," Su Lin said as she put her drink on the coffee table and came up to her knees between Jenifer's legs. I leaned down and took Jenifer's exposed nipple in my mouth and sucked it gently as I watched Su Lin kiss her way up Jenifer's inner thigh then push aside the triangle of satin covering her pussy and run her tongue into the strawberry blond hair.

I had found, with plenty of practice, just how to suck and nibble on Jenifer's breasts to give her the most pleasure and I loved doing it. While I busied myself reveling in those luscious mounds of succulent flesh, Su Lin was busy with her tongue in the pretty pink folds of Jenifer's pussy. The sounds of our sucking and slurping were quickly overshadowed by Jenifer's moans of orgasmic delight. In the short time that Su Lin had lived with us, she had become quite adept in the art of cunnilingus. This was Jenifer's first experience of having Su Lin eat her pussy and by all appearances, Su Lin was doing everything right. Jenifer had slid down so that her butt was on the edge of the couch with her feet resting on the coffee table allowing Su Lin the best access to her private parts. I continued to fondle and nibble on her tits and kiss her occasionally until she tensed up and with a loud moan and sigh we could feel her go over the top and start to convulse with orgasmic spasms.

When Jenifer finally caught her breath, she said, "You two are quite the pair. Almost too much for me."

"Maybe we should unleash our talents on Jeremy now," I said.

"Being with the two of you here has heightened my excitement to a fever pitch," Su Lin said. "And the thought of being with a man that you both love is nearly maddening. It has been nearly two years since I have felt a man intrude between my legs."

"Sara, it's our duty to see that this poor girl gets laid properly," Jenifer said, standing and pulling Su Lin up into her arms. They kissed tenderly for a minute then Jenifer handed me the phone. "Why don't you give our boy a call and see where he's at."

I called his apartment first, knowing he probably wasn't there. When the answering machine came on, I handed the phone to Su Lin and told her to say something sexy in Vietnamese. She took the phone and breathed into the mouthpiece. "By the time you hear this message," she said in standard Vietnamese, "hopefully you and I will have joined our bodies in the act of carnal love and together become one with the Universe."

"It's a shame he doesn't speak Vietnamese," I said. "That would steam him up pretty good."

"He wouldn't need to speak Vietnamese," Jenifer said. "Just the tone of the message would do it."

I called his private line at his office and when he answered I said, "Jeremy, I've got someone here I'd like you to meet. Can we come over?"

"I'm just finishing up here," he said. "I'll tell building security that you're expected."

"Great! See you in a few minutes."

I found a raincoat in the back of my closet and Jenifer had a trenchcoat along with a raincoat for Su Lin to wear for the ride over. The night watchman was waiting at the door to let us in when we got there. After a short elevator ride, we stepped into the deserted offices of Baker, Baker and Schwartz.

We found Jeremy at his desk behind a stack of paperwork, busily working away in his shirtsleeves with his tie undone. He stood when we entered, and before he could say a word, we lined up in front of his desk with Su Lin in the middle. Jenifer and I shed our raincoats, revealing our sexy underthings and I said, "Jeremy, I'd like for you to meet my sister, Su Lin Xien." Jeremy's mouth dropped open as we slid her raincoat off of her shoulders.

"My God," he breathed. "You girls never fail to amaze me. Now there's three of you to muddle my mind."

"He is adorable," Su Lin whispered to me. "I would be happy with only one third of him."

"You can have him all to yourself tonight if you like," I said in the same volume.

"Oh no, all together would be more fun. It has been so long, I'm not sure what to do."

Jeremy came around from behind his desk and took Su Lin by both hands. "You are every bit as beautiful as your sister," he said. "Are you also the daughter of Jack McFarland? He sure made some beautiful babies. There's no doubt that the two of you are related."

"Sara and Jenifer have told me that I should experience the tender touch of an American man," Su Lin said, "and you were highly recommended."

"I'm honored, but..." Su Lin cut him short by stepping up to him and kissing him firmly on the mouth. His resistance melted away immediately and soon he was returning her kisses with equal passion. I dimmed the lights in the office while Jenifer steered Jeremy and Su Lin over towards the couch. Su Lin had managed to get Jeremy's shirt partially unbuttoned and out of his pants by the time he was able to sit down.

Su Lin was shy to a point, but after that point she was a wildcat. She kept her mouth busy kissing and exchanging tongues with Jeremy as she tugged at his clothes and Jenifer and I did what we could to help. With Jeremy sitting on the couch, Su Lin astride his lap, I managed to get his suspenders down and finished unbuttoning his shirt and the front of his pants while Jenifer pulled off his shoes and began tugging off his pants. Jeremy was obviously enjoying the soft roundness of Su Lin's body as he fueled her passion by stroking his hands over her curves and expertly fondling her. He had managed to unlace the front of her bustiette and was busy fondling her breasts and worrying her distended nipples with his fingers.

I was seated on the couch sideways facing the passionate couple when Su Lin pushed Jeremy down on his back with his head resting in my lap. She leaned up and kissed me and he took the opportunity to lavish her luscious breasts with his oral caress. Su Lin moaned in ecstasy as her kisses trailed down to my cleavage. I pulled my bra strap down to free a nipple for her. After a few minutes she wiggled down, kissed Jeremy briefly on the lips before continuing down to help Jenifer remove his pants and boxer shorts. When his cock was freed from its obstructions, it stood proudly, engorging for the task at hand. Su Lin's eyes went wide at the sight of it as she grasped it around its base. "Ooh, it's so big," she said. "It will never fit into me."

Jenifer knelt on the sofa behind Su Lin, reached her arms around her to cup her tits in her hands and whispered in her ear, "If it will fit in your mouth, it'll fit in your pussy."

I took my bra off and nestled Jeremy's head between my tits, then reaching around under his arms, stroked my hands through the sparse hair covering his chest and teased his nipples up into hard little points. From this vantage point I could watch as Su Lin licked the underside of his hard on then took the bulbous head between her lips and sucked it into her mouth. She nursed on it then slid her lips further down the shaft with an audible, "Mmmm." When she slid her lips back up the shaft and broke free for a moment she murmured, "It grows even more as I taste it. It is wonderful."

"It'll be even more wonderful when that beauty slides into your tight little pussy," Jenifer whispered into her ear.

Jeremy turned slightly and looked up at me with glazed eyes and I leaned down and kissed him as Su Lin went back to work on his turgid shaft, sounding like a starving child at her first meal in years. Jenifer, meanwhile, slid Su Lin's thong down over her butt and ran her fingers into the slippery wetness of her cunt, extracting more sounds of pleasure from her. Jeremy's mouth had found one of my nipples and I was just getting into his sucking and nibbling when he broke away. "Oh God, I'm gonna come!" he moaned.

Su Lin looked up just as the first pearl droplets shot into the air then quickly put her mouth back down over his cock so as not to miss any more of the concupiscent treat. When he could stand no more of the erotic stimulation, Jeremy pulled Su Lin up so that he could kiss her and share some of his own fluids. Jenifer took the opportunity to remove Su Lin's thong bottoms the rest of the way and helped position her astride Jeremy's torso so that his twitching cock nestled in the puffy folds of her pussy. As I held Su Lin and Jeremy in my arms, she looked up at me. "By the Powers!" she said. "I am at one with the Universe."

"Not quite yet," I said, kissing her as I cupped her tits and pinched her nipples.

Jenifer was astride Jeremy's legs pressed right up to Su Lin's butt and I could see that both of her hands were busy, one at her own sweet little quim and the other positioning Jeremy's still hard cock at the entrance of Su Lin's dripping sexual sheath. Su Lin's eyes went wide and her mouth formed a silent "Ooh!" as Jenifer pulled her back, causing the head of Jeremy's rigid shaft to enter her tight orifice. "Ooh, yes!" she moaned as she pressed down on the intruding member, forcing it further into her. With Jenifer hugging her back, reaching around to part the sweet folds of her pussy, Su Lin raised up slightly then pressed down again to take more of Jeremy's cock into her. Su Lin's face was rapt in ecstasy as I kissed her deeply. She undulated her hips, engulfing more of Jeremy's cock with each movement. Jeremy, sandwiched between us, held her by the hips to meet her movements and sucked and nibbled on the hard buds of her nipples.

I could feel Su Lin's body tremble in orgasmic delight as she stroked her tight aperture over Jeremy's hard shaft taking more of it into her each time. My little G-string panties were twisted aside as I stroked into myself with two fingers and pressed the heel of my hand hard against my raging clitoris. I noticed the pink triangle of Jenifer's lace G-string in a crumpled little heap on the coffee table and saw that her free hand was busy between her legs as she followed Su Lin's movements of sexual thrusting.

Su Lin sat upright, driving Jeremy's cock into her all of the way, and let out a little high pitched squeak as the pleasurable sensation of being completely filled carried her up to an orgasmic pinnacle. Jenifer leaned back to watch as Jeremy's cock slid out of the gripping orifice almost all of the way only to disappear again into the steamy aperture. "Oh God! This looks so good," she moaned. "It is so beautiful. Oh God!" Her eyes rolled under her half-closed lids as she brought herself off with her hand. From my vantagepoint I could see the thick shaft, glistening with dew, cleaving the soft folds of Su Lin's pussy and the sight was highly stimulating.

Su Lin gasped and her whole body shuddered as the waves of her climax crashed over her. She lurched forward into my arms, Jeremy's cock popping free, as her body convulsed in uncontrollable spasms. Jenifer's eyes went wide seeing that perfectly good hard on going to waste and moved forward so she could slide it into her own dripping pussy. Somehow in the melee, I had slid backwards so that Jeremy's face was between my legs and I felt his talented tongue start a dance over my twitching pussy. With Jenifer riding his cock, me on his face and Su Lin sandwiched between us over Jeremy's chest; he managed to bring us to climax almost simultaneously.

When I had to move away from the excruciating pleasure of Jeremy's lingular manipulations, Su Lin turned to face Jenifer and began to kiss her and massage her succulent tits, positioning her sopping pussy right over Jeremy's prehensile tongue. Seeing that Jeremy's cock was once again free, I moved around behind Jenifer and engulfed it in my own gripping aperture. I ground my sensitive pussy into his pelvis and the sensation of being so completely filled by that hard cock brought me over the top once again.

By this time, Su Lin was lying back against the arm of the sofa with her legs in the air and Jenifer was busy with her face in her pussy while Jeremy was filling his mouth and hands with Jenifer's fabulous tits. Hugging myself to Jenifer's round bottom, I began stroking my snatch up and down the full length of Jeremy's cock until I heard him moan and felt his body tense and begin to spasm in his orgasmic release.

For the next few minutes all we could do was lay there and catch our breaths. Then I heard Jeremy's muffled voice from under the pile of quivering female flesh. "My God, that was something beyond the imagination of the most sexually liberated..." and we all broke out laughing. Jenifer and I ended up on the floor between the couch and the coffee table in each other's arms and Jeremy turned so that his head was in Su Lin's lap. "Three breathtakingly beautiful women at once," he said. "Where does a man go from here?"

"You could take us all home with you," I said.

"And feed us," Jenifer added.

"We could practice our skills in `The Arts of Pleasure' further," Su Lin said.

"I would be the envy of all the bachelors residing at my apartment complex," Jeremy said. "You wouldn't mind if I ordered out? My cooking skills leave much to be desired."

"I will be glad to prepare something for us," Su Lin volunteered. "I cook as a vent for my creativity."

"That would be great," I said. "Su Lin is a marvelous cook. Whatever we need, we'll buy for you at the all night super market."

"Dressed Like that?" Jeremy asked.

"We're wearing more than most girls wear at the beach," Jenifer said. "Besides we'll be wearing our raincoats."

"Opened up just enough to cause a stir," I added.

Jeremy's apartment was one of those posh townhouse affairs in the more affluent section of La Jolla overlooking the beach. It was obvious that it had been decorated professionally and the furnishings included all the latest trendy accompaniments, big screen TV, video with surround sound stereo and his kitchen had all the gadgets you'd ever need. We three girls shed our raincoats and made ourselves comfortable as Jeremy screened the messages on his answering machine. When Su Lin's sweet voice came on with her sexy message, Jeremy said to her, "That's you, isn't it? What did you say?"




Sara's Journey Ch. 16



She stepped up to him and whispered the translation in his ear then gave him a deep kiss that even curled my toes from just watching. "This is a night I'll never forget," he said when he caught his breath.

Su Lin went to the kitchen and started going through the cupboards and the fridge. "You have nothing here," she said. There was a stack of Lean Cuisine frozen dinners in the freezer and a few items in the fridge that had probably been edible at one time.

"I eat out a lot," Jeremy said. "It's no fun cooking for just one."

Our trip to the grocery store was comical. Jeremy had changed into a pullover and a pair of jeans and the three of us with our raincoats open, exposing our sexy lingerie, caused quite a stir. There was one old guy in the store that seemed to be shopping for the same things we were. I loved bending over to look at stuff on the bottom shelf and when Jenifer turned to the guy and pulled the top of her bustier down a little to pinch one of her little pink nipples, he seemed to disappear.

Su Lin managed to buy the things we needed to put together a dinner and a few extra items she thought Jeremy should have around. When we got back to the apartment, I had to run the microwave for her and she finally figured out how to use his electric wok. Jeremy and Jenifer took care of the wine and setting the table while playing grab ass. Over all it didn't take long before we were sitting down to a sumptuous dinner.

"So, how long have you been in this country?" Jeremy asked Su Lin.

"I stayed with others in a Vietnamese community in Long Beach for almost a year before coming to San Diego."

"Your English is impeccable. You barely have an accent."

"Su Lin didn't quite come into this country legally," I said. "We have to figure a way to get her documented. She needs a Social Security number and a driver's license."

"Is there any documentation of your birth?" Jeremy asked. "Something that would say who your father was?"

"Nothing that I know of," Su Lin said. "My mother was a guerilla fighter from the Highland Provinces of Central Vietnam. There have never been any written records kept by those tribes."

"That will complicate things but I'll do what I can. We will establish citizenship for you, it'll just be a matter of time."

By the time dinner was over I was having trouble stifling my yawns. The early morning workout, the photo shoot and the hot sex session along with the wine at dinner had taken its toll. "I hate to be a party pooper," I said, "but I've got to go home and get some shut eye."

"You're all welcome to stay here," Jeremy said.

I knew for a fact that his king sized floatation bed would hold us all, but I craved some real rest. "You guys can stay if you want but I think I'll head for home," I said.

"Rico and I were going to go up to Carlsbad tomorrow," Jenifer said. "I think I'd feel a little guilty if I stayed over at another man's house for a night of hot sex."

"It would be a shame for our generous host to spend the night by himself," Su Lin said. "His bed should be warmed by a woman. I will stay if neither of you mind. I will demonstrate the finer points of the `Arts' for Jeremy."

"Su Lin, you are absolutely right," I said. "I would stay myself if I wasn't so tired."

"I too am tired," Su Lin said with a wink. "I will insist that we retire immediately."

"You'll get no complaint from me," Jeremy said.

On the ride home Jenifer said, "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

"You're the one that said Su Lin should get laid properly, if I'm not mistaking. A cluster fuck like we had in Jeremy's office is fun but it's not getting laid properly."

"There really is nothing like a slow, tender one on one love making session."

"Speaking of which, it's been a while since we've had any time together, one on one, and I've missed it."

To Be Continued...



Sara's Journey Ch. 17



Somewhere in the distance I could hear a ringing. After what seemed like forever I realized it was my phone. I dug my way out from under the covers and groped for the offending device. "'Low," I managed to say, blinking the sleep from my eyes.

"Sara, you little minx!" I recognized Courtney's voice. "Why didn't you tell me you had a sister?"

"I didn't know 'till she showed up here."

"I saw a sneak preview of your shot at Henri's studio yesterday. Henri said that Cary Galliant is interested in publishing them."

"You mean The Cary Galliant of Player's magazine?"

"He's having a private party tonight at the Player's Gold Club up in LA and would like for you and your sister to be his guests."

"I don't know if I'm ready for Player's Magazine. That's a pretty fast crowd."

"If you like to do nude modeling, Player's Magazine has the most tasteful photo spreads. You'll have the opportunity to work with some of the best photographers in the country, too. You could become rich and famous."

"Let me talk to Sue..."

"Galliant's people need to know by this afternoon. Just call me if, heaven forbid, you should decide not to go."

I looked at the clock and it was nearly ten. Jenifer was in the shower getting ready for her trip to Carlsbad with Rico and Sue was still at Jeremy's place. No sooner than I had hung up the phone, it rang again. "Jeremy is taking us to Laguna Beach to the Sawdust Festival," Sue said. "He has a friend who has a place right on the beach. He's out of town on business so we'll have the place to ourselves."

I gave it some serious thought but I had a lingerie shoot to do the next afternoon and I didn't want to rush the trip to get back in time. Seems like everybody wants to take me out of town on my last night off. "You guys go ahead without me," I told her. Even though it sounded like more fun, the trip to LA would be good for my modeling career. If I didn't have a shoot scheduled for the next day I'd really have to consider it. A person is only young and pretty for only a very short portion of their lives and I knew I would have to make enough now to support me when I'm old and ugly. I needed to be fresh and perky for the lingerie shoot so overnight trips were out of the question.

I had the coffee grinder running and almost missed the next phone call. "Hi, Ms. McFarland? This is Bill Angelino, Cary Galliant's personal assistant. Mr. Galliant would like to provide you and your sister a shopping trip to select your attire for his party tonight."

"My sister will be out of town and I am scheduled for a lingerie shoot tomorrow so I don't know..."

"You know it would be fun.  We'll pick you up and fly you to LA in Mr. Galliant's private jet. You'll have a suite at the Beverly Hilton where you'll get a full spa treatment, complete with hair and makeup."

"Let me get back with you," I told him then took down his phone number. I got the coffee going, kissed Jenifer goodbye and was just sitting down to breakfast when the phone rang again. 

"Sara McFarland? This is Cary Galliant, how ya doin'? About your shoot tomorrow. Did you know that the catalog you're shooting for is one of mine? So technically you are still on my payroll and I think a raise is in order. And the day after, instead of going to Henri's studio, I've contracted him to do your scheduled shoot on location at my place. How's that sound?"

"Wow! I'm stunned! It sounds like just the thing to do. What do I need to bring?"

"Nothing. Just pack your basic toiletries, I'll see that you're well dressed. I've taken the liberty to stock the closet in your suite with a few outfits you may find pleasing. After you've settled in for a few minutes, I'll have a driver pick you up and take you to Rodeo Drive so you can pick out what you would like to wear to this party tonight and charge it to me. Get whatever you need, shoes, hand bag, undies."

"This sounds almost too good to be true."

"There's something in your photos that just radiates fresh, young sensuality and having those photos in my magazines will up sales considerably. And besides that, I'm dying to meet you. So throw on a pair of jeans, pack your stuff and the driver will pick you up in about twenty minutes."

I keep an overnight bag packed so I was ready eighteen minutes later when the uniformed driver rang the doorbell. He escorted me to a Jaguar limousine and whisked me off as I luxuriated in soft leather. The company Lear Jet was just as luxurious with a wet bar, kitchen and a flight attendant to work them. Once we were airborne she offered to get me a drink. "Thanks," I said. "But I haven't even had breakfast yet."

"In that case I can start you off with a cappuccino then bring you a protein smoothie with wheat berry toast."

"That would be great."

The flight was less than a half-hour. We were met at the private airfield by another Jag Limo and a driver named Frank who looked like one of those guys you see on the covers of bodice ripping romance novels, about six feet tall, blond and well built. He took me straight to my hotel, carried my bag in and after getting my key, followed me up to my room. I began to fantasize about how it would be to invite him in and have my way with his body but I had business to take care of. "I have orders to take you shopping," Frank said. "When would you like to leave?"

"Why don't you give me about an hour?" I needed to shower and see what outfit out of the ones Cary left for me that I wanted to wear. 

Frank handed me a card. "This is my personal cell phone number. Just give me a call when you're ready and I'll come up and get you."

The suite looked bigger than my house and was definitely furnished better. On one wall was a huge plasma screen TV with a full surround sound system. What I thought was a kitchenette turned out to a fully stocked bar. The bathroom had a shower that could fit a small party along with a huge, tiled Jaccuzi tub. I checked the closet and found a half dozen real cute outfits with shoes to match. It was going to be a tough decision I thought to my self as I stripped and headed for the shower.

we spent The rest of the afternoon shopping in all of the finest stores that Beverly Hills had to offer. I felt like the 'Rich and Famous' with my liveried chauffeur tagging along to carry my packages. I thoroughly enjoyed modeling different outfits for him to get his opinion. When I was trying on some lingerie outfits I did notice that the substantial bulge in the front of his pants seemed to grow. I finally settled on a long sleeved pale blue cotton Lycra spandex dress with a very low neckline that rested just off the shoulder and a tulip shaped hem that ended just above my knees. The dress hugged my curves so perfectly with shinned sides that all I needed to wear under it was a little silk G-string and elastic topped stockings.

Frank followed me up to my suite carrying the packages from my shopping trip. He put the bundle down on the coffee table. "Is there any thing else I can do for you?" he asked.

I looked him over and gave him a sly grin. "There is one other thing," I said, licking my lips. "I would like to see you naked."

He smiled and said, "It would be my pleasure."

As he shed the layers of his clothing one at a time, slowly exposing his tanned physique, a sensation of raw lust came oven me. It was evident that Frank spent a lot of time in a gym or something. He wasn't quite like a hard core body builder in muscular bulk but he was built! "You must be a model when you aren't driving a limo," I said.

"I don't have the time," Frank said as he peeled down his undershorts. "I've been asked but between school, surfing and this job I just couldn't fit it in."  He kicked the shorts free and struck a pose for me. "There, you like?"

His entire body was tanned to a golden bronze without so much as a tan line. His skin stretched tight oven his rippling musculature and was covered with a light dusting of platinum blond hair that thickened as it approached his pubic area. His penis stood out proudly from the nest of golden hair, thick and veined, not quite hard but getting there. "Magnificent," I said. "You enjoy showing yourself off, don't you?"

"Hadn't really thought much about it. I do like to run around naked, though."

"How do you feel about gratuitous sex?"

"As good looking as you are, I had been hoping all day that you were into it. I figured all I could do was fantasize though."

I stepped up to him close enough to take in his musky aroma, ran one hand over his chest and wrapped my other around the shaft of his expanding cock. "I had some fantasies myself today," I breathed in his ear. "And I'm always in favor of making fantasies come true."

His hands stroked up oven my butt, found the zipper to my slacks and slid it down. His lips were soft and warm on mine and my bare tits rubbing against his chest through the silk of my blouse made my nipples instantly hard. I lightly stroked my hand along the upward curve of his turgid cock and oven the dark pink head. With out turning loose of my hot, hard prize, I stepped back slightly so that Frank could undress me. As he slowly unbuttoned my blouse, one exciting, painful button at a time, I ran one finger up the sensitive underside of his cock shaft and along the tiny slit in its head, catching the drop of clear fluid that had formed there and then brought it to my lips.

Frank slid my opened blouse oven my shoulders and down to fall in a heap around my ankles along with my slacks. I stepped out of them, leaving my high heels on and knelt down in front of him and kissed the helmet shaped tip of his cock. A low moan escaped his mouth as I wrapped my lips around the head and ran my tongue along its sensitive underside before sucking it into my mouth as far as it would go. I loved being a fellatrix. I was in total control. With one hand cupping Frank's firm butt and the other holding the weight of his balls, I pressed a finger lightly into the perineal flesh right behind his balls.

Just as I was sensing that Frank was about to come, he pulled me to my feet and kissed me deep and hard. "I want you to come first," he said as he scooped me off of my feet as if I were a bag of feathers and carried me to the bedroom. He sat me on the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor between my legs. His strong hands roamed over my breasts, pausing momentarily to tease my nipples to hard points, as he tenderly kissed his way down my abdomen. Soft kisses at the hollows just inside my hip bones started to drive me crazy, and as he traveled further down, his lips tracing the crease along side my muff, his soft lips caressing the tops of my inner thighs. He spent the longest time kissing me everywhere around my pelvic region except my pussy. It was maddening! When the tip of his tongue finally did touch the sensitive flesh of my nether lips, I about came on the spot.

My pussy lips felt as if they were trying to kiss him back as he gently sucked them into his mouth. "Mmm, so good," I heard him say, his deep voice sending vibrations deep into the core of my being. He lifted my legs to rest on his broad shoulders as his tongue darted oven my perineum, almost touching my tightly puckered anus, then into the dripping entrance of my vaginal sheath. A low groan of pleasure escaped my mouth as his tongue danced deep inside of me, almost hitting my G-spot. With his lips clamped firmly on my pussy, it felt like he was sucking me inside out. I ran my hands into his long blond hair and held him to me, trying to get his whole head inside of me as the white-hot pulses of my impending orgasm coursed through my body.

Frank's lips and tongue continued their dance over my exposed sex as he hummed in his deep vibrato. The resonance of his voice along with his slurping sounds did nothing but fuel my orgasmic delirium. When the tip of his tongue found the hard knot of my clitoris and flicked over it, my climax hit like a hammer! I screamed as my body went into ecstatic convulsions. Either Frank knew exactly when to ease his rapturous torture or he could no longer maintain contact because of my writhing and squirming around. Somehow I managed to get more to the center of the huge bed and I felt Frank's weight pressing down on me. His kisses made a burning trail over my face, down my neck to my tits. He nuzzled and kissed all around the soft flesh, his lips only brushing over my screamingly sensitive nipples. When his mouth finally sucked a nipple into it and he bit it gently, first one, then the other, lingering for a while, then back to the other to do the same, I climaxed again.

With his strong hands roaming freely oven my body, petting, caressing, I was able to see through my delirium him kneeling between my splayed thighs, the rigid shaft of his cock, now clad in latex, traveling straight towards my pulsating vulva. When the spongy tip pressed into my crease, parting the puffy labia, and over the knot of my clitoris, more spasms wracked my body. I wanted it in me! I needed to be filled with it. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and undulated my hips until I felt the bulbous knob pressing into my slippery aperture. I thrust my hips forward, engulfing it partway, its girth stretching the sensitive tissue as it pressed in.

Then it was in me, my labia stretched around the base of it and my clitoris pressing into his pubis. He slowly withdrew from me, leaving me almost empty and wanting, then easily plunged back in, then again and again. I ground my heels into his butt as I met his every thrust, the waves of orgasm continually washing over me. My entire consciousness was focused on the sensations of being filled to capacity then nearly emptied, engulfing that magnificent shaft of pleasure over and over again.

I pushed Frank over to his back, me following him over, not losing my vaginal grip on his hard cock. Kneeling astride his hips, I slid my sopping cunt oven his marvelous member full length several times before grinding myself into him as I thrust my hips back and forth. The perfect curvature of his erection caressed my inner tissues and sensitive spots and fired every nerve ending along my slippery cunt walls as the rim of its head passed back and forth. I was still in the throes of orgasmic delirium when Frank took me by the hips and thrust into me several more times, full stroke, then with a loud groan, he spilled his hot seed.

My pussy was still delightfully throbbing as Frank's cock slowly softened in my vaginal grip. He held me until our breathing returned to fairly normal. "God, I needed that," I breathed into his ear. "You sure know how to make a girl feel good."

"It was more inspiration than knowledge. You made me feel just as good."

I lay on the bed, unabashedly naked and completely satiated as I watched Frank get dressed. It seemed such a shame to cover that magnificent body. "Does this sort of thing happen to you often?" I asked.

"It's never happened before. Why do girls always ask that? All I can say is that you turn me on. I only wish that I could make a relationship with a woman of your caliber."

When he was ready to leave, I walked over and put my arms around his neck and kissed him. "Don't sell yourself short," I said. "You're sweet. Your wish may come true."