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Total Woman Vignettes 01

By: bhuff



PROLOGUE

Ned stood in a residence guest suite bedroom window, surveying the grounds of the Total Woman Academy Master facility in the moonlight. Zena looked over his shoulder as she pressed her boobs into his back and reached around to stroke his semi-hard cock. 

Ned thought about the new Housemother Zena and the many alumni like her who wanted to give back to the place that had changed their lives for the better. Some remembered their Academy years fondly and wanted to return for occasional adventures. Ned could contemplate scenarios where the education of sensual anatomy could be used for healing therapies. And there seemed to be a market niche for a leisure center where alumni and favored guests could interact in a resort type facility. Ned would discuss it with the housemothers and prepare a proposal for the board of directors. But mostly, Ned was contemplating how his life and career had come to this. And the future looked bright. 

Zena stirred and drew Ned back towards the bed. She also wanted Ned's long term future to be bright but right now she had plans for Ned's immediate future. Those plans involved Ned's rigid cock buried deep in her cunt while his face was held to her soft cleavage.

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PRESENT DAY

Ned sat in the office of the Total Woman Academy Master facility, facing Zena across her large oak power desk as she sifted and sorted some files.

"Ned, we're expanding our Guest Lecturers roster. We have two TWA graduates that are contending for the 'generalist' category. We need your help to choose the best candidate."

Ned nodded. He was always willing to help out in any way he could.

"The candidates should be familiar to you. You have performed Evaluation Assessments for nearly a decade. I'm sure you have met them but your analysis program was probably limited to their skill status at those times. This will be your chance to give them a thorough test run of the entire curriculum."

Zena flipped open her first file.

"First we have Angelina. Her record shows that you gave her good scores on her sophomore to Junior Evaluation Assessment. Do you recall her?"

Ned thought a moment and then remembered the lithe, strawberry redhead. She had been excellent in several categories, most especially cowgirl. That had been his only promotion evaluation assessment of her. This time, her full poise curriculum would be available for his reevaluation.

"Yes, I think she did quite well at cowgirl. Did the other Evaluation Assessors find her adequate?"

Zena flipped and scanned a few pages but halted. "I won't share that with you now. Try her out; then we will compare notes."

"Fair enough; who is the other one?"

"We also have Rosiya. She was a transfer Freshman from Eastern Europe. You tested her for Freshman to Sophomore promotion."

Ned thought a while but he was not as quick to evoke her memory.

"I'm sure I'll recognize her when I see her. Frankly, the Freshman level students are just learning the poise proficiencies and they never stuck in my memory as well as their upper classmates."

Zena nodded knowingly. Evaluation Assessors worked with countless students. Until a student gained the higher level poise skills, she was not going to make a lasting impression. For the Senior year graduation evaluation assessments, the student was required to demonstrate the full curriculum over several days and the evaluation sessions became unforgettable for both participants.

"And then we have a possible third session for you." 

Zena closed the files. Ned cocked his head.

"I thought you said two?"

Zena smirked. 

"I'll let the third one be a surprise. But I think you'll be pleased." 

Zena escorted Ned out of the office.

"Angelina will meet you in Coaching Tune-up Suite 1. Take whatever time you need to get a full appreciation of her abilities."

Ned turned to leave. Zena good-humoredly smacked his shorts covered ass.

"Be thorough," she said. "Oh, but what am I saying... of course, you'll be thorough. Total Woman Academy employs only the finest coach tutors... like you Ned. Our Pledge Contributors expect only the best from us."

Ned made his way through the hallways toward Coaching Tune-up Suite 1. Along the way he was greeted by a variety of scantily clad Graduate Students who had booked time for various types of post-graduate studies.

Sheer tops, no-tops and fashionably revealing lingerie displayed their physical charms. Despite achieving a high value education as undergraduates, their sheer competiveness drove them to strive even harder. In the highly competitive career world, they sought out high-achievers for life mates. Learning the latest sensual techniques and refining the previous learned ones were just a part of staying on top of their game.

Ned found Coaching Tune-up Suite 1 where the indicator light was yellow. If the light was green, it meant enter freely. Red meant 'Do Not Disturb'. Accordingly, he knocked before entering. Ned closed and locked the door. The exterior indicator light turned red, indicating the room was occupied and the habitants were not to be disturbed. He was now secluded with Angelina for the duration of her evaluation assessment period, days if necessary.

Angelina stood in the center of the room. She was a little older than he remembered and still a knockout beauty. Her strawberry red hair hung loose beyond her shoulders. Her green eyes glowed behind perfect makeup. She stood with hands clasped in front of a yellow A-line dress, hemmed at mid-thigh, and feet perched on white strappy heels. Wearing the heels, she was only an inch or two shorter than Ned. That was the perfect posture as he approached, took her hands in his and pecked her lips.

"Do you remember me?" she coyly asked.

Ned held her close gaze and simply said "Yes" and pecked her lips again. "I remember you as a Sophomore when I evaluated your great vaginal skills. You were quite impressive with great focus and stamina. You seemed to have flourished since then."

Angelina might have blushed from the complement a few years ago but it was common now. Every man she encountered melted in her presence. The useful males that entered her domain were metamorphosed into moldable putty. She shaped them into her career tools. A smaller subset was ensnared forever after they recuperated from Angelina's willpower shattering sex. Among those select few, she had found potential candidates for the 'lifetime one' but her exhaustive search would continue until she was sure. She still had plenty of time. Angelina gave a measured response.

"Yes, I've had a pretty good run so far. But I want more. Perfect practice makes perfect. And TWA is the perfect place for perfect practice. A Guest Lecturer role would give me opportunities to teach...and learn...and practice what I teach and learn."

Ned smiled and nodded. He liked her poetic prose. She was really a Total Woman, with the drive to become even better. Ned stepped back and took a relaxed pose.

"Well then, Angelina, show me what I might have missed since our last time together."

Angelina gathered her thoughts. She could repeat her vaginal performance. She knew those skills were already far superior to her social peers. Her current paramours constantly begged for her to do it. Her males were mesmerized as they stared upon her cascading strawberry hair and modest rolling boobs. She would rise and fall trance-like in cowgirl pose until the privileged man erupted deep in her clenching cunt. But she wanted to improve her other techniques. Oral was her least practiced art. Ned had never seen or felt her blowjobs. This would be the perfect opportunity to get his feedback in her pursuit of oral perfection.

Angelina held Ned's gaze as she reached back and lowered her summer dress zipper. The sections spread behind her and she shrugged the garment off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. She now sported only thong panties and heels. She knelt, fixing her liquid green eyes on an awestruck Ned. Ned concluded right there and then that Angelina had perfect breasts.

Angelina slowly knee walked to Ned. Her hips sashayed smoothly as she closed the distance. With her face tilted up looking at his face tilted down, she smoothly removed his shorts.

Ned was used to receiving passionate foreplay from eager students and graduates. They went all out to fire his lust with their very best performances. He was acclimated to the various stages of nudity and the multitude of sexual stimulations: visual, tactile, oral, aroma and biochemical. But Angelina was special and revealing her rich sexuality.

Ned was half hard already and Angelina had only pecked his lips and removed some clothes. Angelina held her hands behind her back as she leaned in and tongue tipped Ned's slit several times. Ned felt his blood heating. His cock ratcheted up another notch to horizontal. Angelina laid her cherry lips half down the knob, leaving her first lipstick mark. Open mouthed, she backed off and blew her sweet breath on the knob to dry the ring.

When the first ring was set, Angelina pressed in again and slid her lips past the corona and suckled at the concentric shaft barely behind it. Again, she backed off and let the lipstick ring dry. Ned was tilting higher and ruining the angle of access for Angelina. She had to rearrange the game. She sat Ned on a low stool. That placed him in a more accessible position. She could revolve her head all around his lap with ease, continuing to decorate Ned's cock but touching it only with her mouth. Kneeling at a proper distance, she held onto the spikes of her heels as she leaned to plant the next ring lower on his prick.

Angelina's tongue tip caught the V under the crown as she closed her lips on the knob and glided them down to mid-shaft. She paused and suckled, planting the halfway mark of progress. She rubbed her tongue along the shaft, 'painting' it with her tongue tip.

Ned gathered Angelina's strawberry curtain in his grip and helpfully elevated them away; they were blocking his view of the action. He held loosely, keeping plentiful slack on the locks. Angelina had free head movement to demonstrate her stuff.

Angelina backed off and Ned's dick bobbed in its rigidity. Angelina waited until the mid-depth lipstick ring set. She had one more to go. Opening wide, she descended over the cock until the knob tip hit her throat. She closed her lips and found herself almost at the base. Close but not quite all in, she pressed hard and Ned's prick entered her gullet as her lips finally bottomed out. She suckled and planted the lowest and last lipstick ring next to his scrotum. She swallowed to give Ned an extra caress before releasing him from her mouth.

Angelina sat back and looked over her ornamental creation. It was almost her best ever cock garnishing. Four full rings of cherry gloss color that she would now be obliged to remove in the allotted time. Four rings: four minutes. 

Angelina took a few cleansing breaths to oxygenate her blood for her impending oral sprint to Ned's finish line. For this maneuver she would need to brace against Ned's body. She hugged Ned's thighs together for anchorage. Then she lapped his crown V and pushed her lips of his cock head. The clock started running.

Angelina devoted a flurry of plunges, licks, laps, suckles, rubs, harder suction and head bobs all focused on wiping the lipstick off Ned's dick. At the one minute mark, she had coated her face and Ned's groin with the excess saliva escaping her mouth. The action was a rambunctious tumult of caresses. At the two minute mark, Angelina sensed Ned's breathing and the rigidity of his cock getting harder. At the three minute mark, Ned was grunting and verbalizing his excitement. Only one minute left to beat the clock. She gathered her last ounce of energy and sprinted towards the finish line. It was going to be a photo finish.

Angelina gave an internal yip of joy when Ned burst forth with is first rope before the four minutes was reached. She accumulated his salty, slippery goo in her mouth, slathering his shaft with her spunk sodden tongue. Ned was now holding her head rather than her hair, calming her motions on his over-sensitized cock. He had eased his firmness by the time she finally drew off the newly polished rod. The moment of truth was upon them. They inspected her cleaning work.

Angelina used two fingers to wobble the tumescent meat in the daylight. The shaft was mostly clean, a slight ring residue near the base where her tongue efforts were least effective. Ned allowed that she had done all right. But Angelina was a perfectionist and demurred. Angelina had booked a month of residence at TWA in order to vie for the permanent guest instructor position. She looked up at him with imploring green eyes. Could Ned squeeze her into his schedule a few times a week for more practice? Ned said he'd do his best to satisfy her pleas.

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Ned arrived at Coaching Tune-up Suite 2 after a short refraction break. Rosiya was waiting for him. She was the model of efficiency. The bed was made up with white satin sheets, there was an unusually sturdy massage table in the central open space and Rosiya was already nude, ready to go.

Seeing her again, Ned now recalled the East European beauty whose memory had escaped him in Zena office: moderate height, full busty figure, dark features, and oodles of sexual energy. He had not been her primary coach-tutor but had gotten acquainted with her unique gifts in several coaching tuneup sessions. He was particularly fascinated with her missionary poses and recalled how she had overcome a deficiency.

During her academic progression, a persistent coaching note was her reluctance during missionary to fully sense her feelings while being used. Psychological analysis revealed she became anxious whenever a muscular male constrained her beneath his bulk and thrust vigorously into her bodily orifices. This inhibiting fear stemmed from childhood punishments where she was held down while being disciplined. She unconsciously associated the two as one. The coach tutors came to the rescue with an ingenious solution. 

Rosiya was restrained and stimulated throughout numerous sessions. Each session gradually tightened the restrains and strengthened the stimulations. Her brain reconfigured the subconscious memories. She now associated restraint with ecstasy. She was cured of the fear and hooked on the depravity.

Rosiya became an expert in the art of bondage orgasms. She gave her domineering masculine mates eye popping orgasms. She generated simultaneous torrents of pleasure to herself, experiencing ripping mental brownouts that echoed in her core. She would demonstrate that form of lovemaking to Ned. She needed his endorsement to teach it as a part of the TWA poise curriculum. Thus the sturdy massage table awaited their mutual research.

Rosiya produced handcuffs. For Ned's tryout of her techniques, Rosiya would only restrain her wrists, giving her voluptuous form freedom of movement to squirm and struggle beneath him. She hopped on the table and positioned her head to lay back over the edge. That was her usual starting posture. She could avoid distracting eye contact during the course of being fucked or, before the man clambered onto her restrained naked body, give him inverted oral foreplay. Ned was impressed with her well thought out preparations.

Ned snapped the chrome steel manacles about Rosiya's cooperatively proffered wrists. She happily instructed him how to fasten the clamps low on the massage table legs, pulling her arms and shoulders over and down. Her ribcage lifted and her back stretched into a cambered arch. Her elevated chest invited the aroused male to tease her rose tipped rack of bounteous breasts. Rosiya adored tit play; it carried her higher into stronger orgasms. Ned completed the confining preparations, few that they were.  

Ned lowered his shorts, exposing his flaccid penis. Rosiya summoned him with a wink and head bob to the top end of the table. She tilted her head back even further. Ned was a quick study and understood the solicitation. He moved his groin near her inverted face. Ned's hands lovingly caressed her cheeks, neck and straining arms, letting Rosiya sense his enthusiasm for the impending connection. Rosiya used her extended tongue to skillfully raise his rod tip to a level that aligned with her opened lips. Unable to move her body, Ned would control the depth and pace of the facial foray.

Ned gave Rosiya just the tip to tickle, then the knob until he stiffened sufficiently for greater depth. He thrust moderately, then deep, holding for a slow five count before partially withdrawing. Rosiya caught her breath. When Ned thought her ready, he drove deep again, then pulled back and wiggled around in the shallows. The varied motion brought on a varied response. 

Rosiya sucked hard whenever Ned kneaded and fondled her defenseless boobs. She sucked even harder when Ned twitched and tugged on her attractive nipples. He leaned in to kiss and suckle her delectable enflamed areolae, bracing against the table for added stability to thrust his cock in long strokes. The pace was faster and faster until it was beyond Ned's command to stop the burst of sperm that spewed forth into her oral cavity, filling it with a milky salute to her expertise.

Ned collapsed from the high he felt, resting his face in Rosiya's cleavage. His balls weighed on her face; his belly against her chin. She patiently waited for his bodily recovery. When Ned was cognizant of his surroundings, he let his sticky rod slip out, pulled back and leaned over to place a kiss on Rosiya's reversed lips.

Ned reached down to unfasten the cuffs when Rosiya stopped him with some hurried words.

"Wait! Don't you like my breasts? Wouldn't your cock adore a boob tunnel ride?"

"Not just this minute; the busy little guy needs some rest."

"Take your time; I'm not going anywhere."

Ned shuffled to the bed and stretched out on the satin sheets, throwing an arm over his eyes and napping for an hour. Feeling refreshed, he come back to the tied up Rosiya who had partaken of her own rest, though not in quite the same comfort.

Rosiya directed Ned's attention to the oils and lotions in the under-table cabinet. The assortment included fruity, flowery and unscented unguents. Ned smelled and wrist rubbed several samples until he selected a jasmine scent. He slathered the balm lavishly on Rosiya's tits, slipping and sliding his palms around as he kneaded and squeezed her generous mounds. Rosiya lauded his labors with gleeful moans and sighs. Rosiya's growing excitement was matched by Ned's growing erection. It was time to get to it.

Ned swung a leg over her body and mounted up. Fearing he had jumped too soon, Ned was delighted when Rosiya showed him where the table was fitted with a handy crank. The headrest wedge could tilt Rosiya's head forward. He worked the mechanism until Rosiya's chin rested on her collar bone and her mouth was positioned to assist with the tit fuck.

Ned cradled his fat prick in the warm slick tunnel. His hands pressed her boobs against his pole; Rosiya's hands, literally tied up elsewhere, were unable to assist. Ned thrust himself to and fro between her mounds. He paused occasionally to waggle the separate globes in counterstrokes, using their spongy elasticity to massage his rod. If he halted on the high point, Rosiya would lick the head. She would kiss it when it was closer still, and suckle it if Ned lunged far enough. He alone controlled her access to his cock. Rosiya played along; the jasmine taste reminding her of a soothing cup of spring tea. The rigid cock poking her chin and lips reminded her that she must avoid being a completely docile participant in this escapade. 

Rosiya must have played her erotic role well. Ned played a long time before he peaked and sprayed her lips, chin and cheeks with his spunk. Rosiya lay passively, picking at the goo with her tongue where she could find it. Ned would have helped Rosiya with finger scoops but he was still dazed by his orgasm. He panted out longer and shallower breathes until he established the strength to dismount. Ned found towels beneath the table and gently daubed her face. He wiped up the excess oils on her tits but left a fine sheen that looked invitingly erotic to him.


Total Woman Vignettes 01



Playing with the restrained buxom beauty had gotten to Ned. He didn't feel the need for more rest. He was already imagining the feel of Rosiya's tight cunt swallowing his cock and her slippery sheened mounds squiggling beneath his chest. Rosiya had been tied down for a few hours now. Ned wanted to be gentlemanly and finish her run-through in a reasonable time, after which they both could rest from the ordeal. Tossing aside the soiled towels, Ned hopped onto the massage table. 

Rosiya's face brightened with the knowledge that her best chance to show off her abilities was about to commence. Despite the length of time on the table, her energies had not been expended by either the blowjob or titjob. Until now, Rosiya had been a passive receptacle of Ned's energy and juices. Her time to shine had come.

Ned braced above her, knees between her spread thighs, hands either side of her head. He dipped in for a quick kiss, tasting his cum residue, but not minding it since it was his own. He waited in that position, letting Rosiya fully prepare for their genital hookup. His cock waggled as he flexed his body. Rosiya smiled, nodded and raised her heels to his ass, pulling him in. Ned lined up and sank the distance.

Rosiya helped pulled Ned tight inside, pressing with her heels on his butt cheeks. She rotated her hips, brushing his tip against her cervix. Ned almost sprang back when that happened. Rosiya ramped up the game. She pulled him in even tighter, clamping her thighs, locking Ned into her continued tip brushes. She compressed her cunt walls in ripples, the fleshy sleeve massaging Ned's corona and shaft.

Rosiya had performed these thrilling caresses on a multitude of sex mates. She had perfected the technique over time and her men had gone wild from the sensations. Rosiya could manipulate and handle them vaginally even with her body tightly bound. Rosiya smiled, knowing Ned's hyper-sensitized knob was receiving the elite treatment it deserved. 

Ned's willpower crumpled with the phenomena. His torso collapsed onto Rosiya's body. Sensing his slackening of the brace position, she knew she had effectively taken command of the situation. She braced her back and ass against the table and athletically squirmed beneath Ned. Rosiya was a mélange of motion. She continued the vaginal caresses. She rotated her hips to jog his shaft and wipe the corona along her walls, yet tickling his tip whenever he was deep. She rolled her glossy boobs against his chest, sending tingles through both their nipples. 

Ned was amazed at her strength and flexibility. Even though on the bottom, Rosiya was doing all the work; supporting him, massaging him, caressing and compressing him, all without using her bound hands. She was even directing the facial contacts, begging Ned to kiss her, sucking his tongue, then swiping inside his mouth, hands free. He simply lay quiescent with his head elevated, only holding onto the table enough to stay centered on top of her as she built his heat.

Rosiya recognized the apex of Ned's ardor had been reached when he arched his back, closed his eyes and opened his mouth to yell. She clamped down hard on his prick, hard enough to actually feel the sperm pulses driving up the shaft. He went mindlessly numb and ejaculated his warm essence deep in her womb. Rosiya was still trying to capture his lips and bobbed her head up but Ned's arched back held his lips higher than she could reach. Ned finally detented and dropped relaxed, drained and bedazzled on Rosiya's soft warm body. He laid his head next to hers as he waited for his depleted dick to tumble out.

Rosiya whispered to Ned. "Was that an acceptable demonstration, ma Cherie? Did I pass the test?"

Ned simply groaned. Rosiya decided that was a 'Yes'.

"If you can manage to get down and detach me, we can relax in a bubble bath and get you cleaned up. Zena said she has more uses for you yet today." 

Ned groaned. Rosiya took that for an 'Okay'. Ned crawled off and removed Rosiya's wrist constraints. She sat up and flexed her muscles and joints to reinvigorate the blood flow. Ned stumbled to the bathroom. He was all set to soak his weary cock and balls in a warm soothing bath. Rosiya toddled after him. She was all set to augment his recovery in any way she could.

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Zena had Ned seated back in her office. They discussed his previous two sessions and Ned put his official recommendations in the computer files. As far as he was concerned, Total Woman Academy should hire them both. Zena was nodding her head as she said that she would give that due consideration. She leaned back and let the silence fill the air. Ned sat patiently as Zena watched him.

"You look tired all, old boy. Do you want a break before your next assignment?"

Ned was actually feeling his age but he was also feeling his oats. "Who are you calling old?"

Zena laughed and let it go. 

"Just kidding. You'll get a break anyway. I am sending you to the airport in the limousine to meet two scholarship transfer students from Scandinavia. Take them to the Junior facility. They are reported to be proficient at mid-Junior level with tactile, vaginal and oral skills. Do the usual evaluation assessment steps to confirm that. If they are as good as reported, we might advance them to the Senior Facility right away. Their Pledge Contributor sponsor wants them back to their home country in no later than two years. He has career opportunities waiting for them if and when they graduate. Any questions?"

Ned couldn't think of any. He shuffled out to the waiting limousine and looked forward to his nap on the way to the airport.

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Ned stood beside the chauffer who was holding a hand-card printed with 'TWA'. Twin tornados of platinum blondness skittered out of the security exit and spied the sign. They skipped towards Ned, giggling, then calmed to a respectable presentation mode until Ned acknowledged their arrival. Ned looked them over. Long spandex-suited legs poked below bulky cable knit sweater coats. Each girl wore her straight hair in a rubber-band ponytail with face framing bangs touching the eyebrows. Blue eyes and rosy high cheeks completed Ned's first impression.

"God, we're finally here! America! Are you Ned?"

He extended a hand in greeting and the pair pushed past it to buzz his cheeks instead. Ned looked around; there was no luggage. No time to pack, they told him.

"We just got back to our college dorm from a ski weekend and were told we had been accepted as transfer students to TWA. We have dreamed of coming here for years. We ran straight to the airport and barely caught our flight. They assured us the Academy would issue us the necessary uniforms for the resident program.

Ned thought 'Uniforms? Yeah, thong panties and high heels for class and lab work, sneakers for the gym, suntan lotion for the pool deck... that would be all the uniform they would see or need.' His cock thickened at the visuals.

Ned pondered the next steps. Immigration: check! Baggage claim: check! Customs: check! There seemed nothing further for them at the airport. The quartet found the TWA limousine in the car-park and clamored in. Ned faced forward, the girls faced him backwards. The chauffer closed the privacy window between the compartments and drove off onto the interstate for the long journey to the Total Woman Academy.

Ned offered the girls refreshments which they declined. The blondes chattered with excitement. They introduced themselves as Norwegian college students, forestry and fisheries majors. They had applied for transfers everywhere, desperate to see the larger world, disappointed by their lack of success. Then word arrived that TWA was offering them full scholarships with room and board. They rushed right to the plane, packing no luggage, still wearing their après-ski garb. Their names were Heidi and Hilda.

Ned was dressed in linen shirt and gym shorts. The car's thermometer was set to a comfortable 80F. The twins were dressed for snow skiing, not summertime. They doffed their cable knit sweaters. They wore stretchy spandex under-suits, fitted to their bodies like a thin second skin. Their well-formed breasts were rounded humps on their chests with two centering pop-up nipples; the cameltoes were pulled in tight. The temperate stayed the same in the car but rose in Ned. Still too warm, the twins lowered the suits' front zippers far enough to expose cleavage, bellybutton and the promise of pink.

Ned mentally approved the clothing rearrangement and began to ponder how to initiate the blonde into their evaluation assessments during the long journey ahead. His mind rambled through many ideas. Which one was the best one for him to put into play? He decided to start at the beginning.

"Have you two been briefed on the TWA curriculum program?"

Heidi volunteered what she knew so far. "We know it's a live-in facility that teaches intelligence, beauty and poise. We will continue our academic studies online to attain undergraduate degrees. The uniform code is strict and mandatory. We will participate extensively in one-on-one coaching and tutoring by dedicated staff."

Hilda broke in when Heidi took a breath. "Sometimes guest coach tutors are scheduled to give us even more intensive and extensive lessons. We must pass evaluation assessments in all three concentrations before advancing to the next grade level."

Ned nodded and said that seemed to be the gist of it. He went on to elaborate on the types of activities included in the beauty and poise curriculums. He was very specific about the roles of the students, the staff coach tutors and the guest coach tutors. He watched the twins become more thrilled and enthralled by the tales of eroticism intended to be a part of their imminent future. Ned saw their enthusiasm and figured it was time to move the program along. He pointed at their body suits.

"As you said, the TWA dress code is very strict. This limousine is a TWA facility. That means you both are 'out-of-uniform'." 

Ned retrieved two black satin clinch sacks and handed them to the girls. They opened them to find matching red thong bikini bottoms and fashionable sequined strappy heels, their new standard TWA facility uniform.

"Those bodysuits are too warm for this environment anyway. Go ahead and change; you'll be more comfortable."

Heidi and Hilda turned the scraps of fabric in their hands, fingered the row of sequins along the shoe straps and giggled gaily. They peeled off the body suits. Ned got his first look at the magnificence of their nudity. They truly were twins in almost every detail: sculpted bodies, shaved vulva, medium athletic style tits with rosy pert nipples. Twisting as they pulled on the tiny thongs, Ned was introduced to their full fleshy pinkness. The twins simultaneously bent forward to strap on the heels; their breasts hung firm but soft, jiggling in unison as they struggled with the small silver buckles. They sat back, attentive to Ned's next disclosure. 

"As you know, evaluation assessments are required to determine which poise level you have attained. It would be unfair to you and your classmates to place you higher than what would be appropriate to your existing proficiencies."

Ned paused for effect. The twins were hanging on his every word.

"We will arrive at the junior facility this evening. The junior students learn and practice oral skills. They have already been through the freshmen level tactile stimulation training and gained expertise in sophomore level vaginal control. This afternoon, my duty is to confirm that you have the same tactile and vaginal skills as our promoted sophomores. En route, we will perform the necessary evaluation assessments."

Ned didn't bother to await their acknowledgement or concurrence. He pulled off his shirt and shorts, sitting nude on the facing seat.

"We will begin with your understanding of male erogenous and stimulation zones. You will take turns identifying my sensory points by kissing that spot. Don't touch my cock or balls; that's too obvious. Show me what you know about other areas."

Heidi went first, kissing Ned on the lips, a logical beginning. Hilda leaned forward and nip kissed an earlobe then settled back. Heidi popped forward again and buzzed his neck; Hilda followed that with a peck the tip of Ned's nose. Heidi tongue kissed one of Ned's nipples; Hilda copycatted the other. On and on they went, lower and lower, alternately performing navel tongue pokes, multi-pecking on inner thighs, licking knee hollows. After a while, Ned's stiff cock waved for attention like an eager school student. 

Which one would he choose for the first vaginal Evaluation Assessment? Both, he decided. He motioned them to join him either side in the rear seat. 

The twins hopped across the space and snuggled next to Ned. Without much prompting, they promptly continued the touch game. Besides cheeks buzzes, all of Ned's identified touch points were getting retouched... and stroked, brushed, caressed, fingered. A snickering Heidi held her ringed thumb and forefinger around Ned's raging erection as a giggling Hilda used a fingertip planted on his cocktip to move it around like a game controller joystick.

Ned had a hand between each pair of thighs, cupping the twins' thong swathed vulvas, probing under the fabric into juicy pink tunnels with his waggling long fingers. The twins were softly sighing as they played with Ned. 

Heidi was hot and ready. Undirected, she suddenly swung a leg over; pulled aside her juice dampened thong and waggled her butt to get alignment. Hilda held Ned straight and ready. Contact established, Heidi lowered her ass and engulfed Ned's rod. Heidi and Ned let out a mutual astonished whimper as she descended. It was heavenly.

Hilda helped. She continued to caress exposed skin on both partners as Heidi rose and fell, kissed and nuzzled. Ned's hands were busy with Heidi's boobs. Heidi's hands were fingering Ned's neck hairs. The trio was a cacophony of touch and sound. Inevitably, the tune reached its climax when Ned sprayed spunk deep in Heidi's cunt. She collapsed against him, hand trapped boobs pressing into his chest as she gusted out her own pleasure in Ned's cry-out opened mouth. Hilda lightly caressed the coach and student until they emerged from the ecstasy. Skitters continued to dance about their bodies in a pleasant afterglow.

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Ned was scrunched in his seat. The twins rested their heads on his shoulders, finger walking all over his legs, arm, chest and groin. He felt the wearying effects of testing three virile women within the last few days and Hilda anxiously awaited her turn. There wasn't enough time for her evaluation assessment before their arrival at the Junior facility. The twins were very efficient as a sensuous tag team. Ned needed to hand them off to his own tag team. He called Zena and informed her that they were about to arrive at the junior facility and explained the situation. She agreed to make the arrangements.

The limousine drew up before the Junior facility. The hydraulics hissed as the limo's automatic rear door opened. Mrs. Jones, the Housemother, was waiting at the entrance. Heidi and Hilda swept up their bundle of body suits and sweaters but Ned stopped them.

"Leave them here; everything you truly need during your stay will be provided by the Academy."

They dropped the ski clothes and alighted into the night air, clad solely in damp thongs and high heels. Mrs. Jones warmly beckoned to them. 

"Heidi and Hilda, welcome to America and the Total Woman Academy. I'm your housemother, Mrs. Jones, and your classmates are waiting just inside to meet you and get you settled in. Come along."

Mrs. Jones took a hand from each and led them to a side parlor. A dozen young women of all shapes, sizes, tones and ethnicities, dressed exactly like the twins, waited for them. It was Topless Tuesday at the Junior facility and thongs and heels were the proscribed uniform of the day. The girls gathered into a giggling gaggle as they introduced themselves and tittered warm welcomes.

Mrs. Jones gave the assembled females permission to take the twins on a short sightseeing circuit. If they hurried they could see their dorm rooms, meet their respective roommates and check out the costumes and uniforms already provided in their closets. They might even get a quick view of the classrooms, dining room, gym and pool before returning. The tour group needed to be back in half an hour for the twins' formal initiation into the TWA poise curriculum. The Juniors took the twins on a whirlwind tour, assuring them there would be plentiful time later for more in depth inspection.

The cluster returned to the parlor to find Mrs. Jones accompanied by two athletic mature men dressed in sandals, gym shorts and tee-shirts. The students stood in a respectful semi-circle before the three older adults. Heidi and Hilda stood attentively in the center space. Mrs. Jones laid out the next steps.

"The Total Woman Academy curriculum consists of three pillars: intelligence, beauty and poise. 

"For intelligence, you will continue your university studies online to achieve a useful college degree. We expect you to graduate with academic honors, so study hard and do well. 

"As to beauty, you both have an excellent base to work with and during your stay with us, you will learn how to veil any minor blemishes and radiate your natural vitality for an even more stunning image.

"Poise will set you apart from all others in the outside world. Poise is the runway model's strides and poses. It's the self-confidence of proper manners. It's the engagement of all of your capacities to make another person feel wanted and appreciated. Sensuous capabilities are a key ingredient. Our mental and physical exercises will free your mind from unfounded social inhibitions.

"Ned began your poise evaluation assessments on the limousine ride from the airport. But he has been over-worked lately and needs rest. These two gentlemen are TWA coach-tutors. They will continue to determine your admittance point into the poise curriculum.

"Heidi, this is Karl. Hilda, this is Caleb. You will go with them now to continue your Evaluation Assessments."

Heidi stepped towards Karl, extending her hand in a smile filled greeting. An unsmiling Karl closed the distance and took her hand in a secure grip. "Come with me" he brusquely commanded.

Karl whirled her about and briskly crossed the parlor. Heidi was towed behind him as she strutted to keep up in her heels. Her platinum hair cascaded, her lively boobs bobbled and her pert ass oscillated. The semi-circle parted hurriedly to allow passage; some of the girls showed worrisome expressions, others tinges of jealousy. Karl was known to be a vigorous and stern coach tutor. Everyone had dissimilar penchants for coarse erotic activity. But, regardless, every student found Karl's distinctive style of evaluation assessments instructive and exhilarating. 

Hilda watched her harried sister leave the room and then turned her nervous attention to Caleb. He stepped to her and took her hands softly in his. He leaned in and pecked her lips, lingering for a second kiss and a longer sweeter third one. His hand caressed her soft breast as he lingered on the last kiss.

"I am delighted to meet you, Hilda. Let's go to my suite where we can get more acquainted. I'm dying to savor the sensual charms you have so coyly unveiled to me here."

Caleb watched her eyes as he rubbed her nipple and cupped the mass. Hilda stood motionless, awaiting his commands.

Caleb motioned Hilda towards the parlor exit. "Shall we?" He guided her out of the parlor with a palm patting her sashaying pert derriere.

The students disbanded and left for their remaining scholastic obligations of the evening. On the way, several strolled by the Coach-Tutor suite from which emanated grunts and groans, whimpers and moans. Karl had begun Heidi's robust initiation to the Total Woman Academy poise curriculum.



Total Woman Vignettes 02



Prologue

Syd waltzed across the Total Woman Clinic lobby that he had struggled into a short week ago. Fergie, the receptionist, gave him a broad smile. Syd remarked "We missed you yesterday at the sauna."

Fergie nodded and said "I missed you too but I am only an intern therapist and not allowed in Group Therapies. Anyway, I won't forget you after Friday night together. It was wonderful."

Syd nodded and turned to leave. Fergie came around the counter and pecked his cheek goodbye. Syd walked through the door onto the sidewalk. At that moment, a white limousine pulled up to the curb. The driver and a nurse got out and opened the rear door. They helped an elderly gentleman into a wheelchair and pushed him towards the Total Woman Clinic. As the door opened, he heard Fergie's chipper voice call "Oh, Mr. Smith, welcome to the Total Woman Clinic. We have been expecting you." Then all sound from inside was muted as the door closed.

Syd almost laughed and thought 'Well, buddy, they are either going to cure you or kill you. If it's the latter, you are going to die a very happy man.'

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Present Day

Willy Smith, born in Bohemia as Wilfred Schmidt, raised his eyes and smiled at the pretty receptionist as his chauffer/bodyguard and his fulltime nurse wheeled him inside the lobby. The youthful receptionist rounded the counter and bent to clasp his frail hands in hers.

"Oh, Mr. Smith, welcome to the Total Woman Clinic. We have been expecting you."

"Please, my dear, my friends call me Willy. And, so my pretty little fraulein, you are called...?"

"I'm Fergie. I'm the receptionist. May I help you with anything?"

"No... no... Gunther and Marge have me well in hand. But the car ride was long and I would like to see my room. Could we go there now?"

"Of course, Mr. Smith..." Wilfred, aka Willy, cocked an eyebrow. He still held her hand warmly.

"... I mean, Willy..." corrected Fergie with a smile and giggle. Willy joined her smile.

Gunther wheeled Willy behind the ushering Fergie. Her pert bubbly ass led them to the elevator. When all were inside the cabin, Fergie pushed 'P' for Penthouse and the elevator moved smoothly to the top floor.

The doors opened onto a large full floor suite with glass surrounding the area on all four sides. The building was not tall but still higher than the surrounding rooftops. A few blocks distant, the ocean waves sloshed against a sandy beach. A small children's playground occupied an adjacent lot below. A surface electric tram rolled by on a distant street, playing a kind of peekaboo between the lines of tall buildings.

There were TWC staff members waiting to welcome Mr. Smith, er... Willy. Fergie made the introductions.

"Folks, this is Willy. That's what he likes to be called. Willy, this is your clinical staff for your week of tests and therapies. Here we have Juanita, for muscle strength... Wanda, for flexibility... Sati, for meditative relaxation."

Willy took time to hold each young woman's hand as he endeavored to fix their names with the faces.

Juanita was a buxom short Hispanic woman with definition and tone to her compact muscular body. Her function was to help Willy get some meat back on his bones and get the bones denser as well.

Wanda was a gorgeous chocolate vision, a mélange of ethnicities and cultures, dark almond eyes, wavy black hair, a lithe body shaped by hours of competitive swimming.

Sati was the purist definition of a classic Hindu woman. Long thick black hair, bare light brown shoulders, hips and breasts that were full figured, all draped in pastel filmy saris. When she extended her hand, it looked as if she was executing a fluid dance routine. That was her unconscious way of gracefully moving, learned as a child through long practice in the Hindi performance arts.

Willy was enchanted by them all. But as attractive as each was, they could never reach the beauty of his beloved Louisa. Willy's face went stoic as he looked out the window down on the small children's playground. 

Willy's mind clouded...

Willy was 20 years old as he stood by his ice cream cart, small children clamoring to buy frozen treats. One youngster got a little pushy. Willy had to stop the action to realign the excited customers into an orderly cue. 

"Max! Stop it!" A young blonde woman gave the unruly boy a shake. Willy's heart gave a little shake when he looked at her face. She apologized to Willy for her little brother's behavior. Blonde ringlets, sparkling blue eyes, clear complexion all hovering above a fit and shapely frame. She wore a pale yellow sleeveless dress, hem close to her knees, and black sensible shoes. Willy caught himself staring too long; the young lady caught him staring too long. Then she extended her hand in greeting.

"Hi, I'm Louisa. Sorry about Max, he's just that way." When Willy touched her hand, static tingles swept his arm and lit his skin from head to toe. He stammered.

"Hi... ugh... I'm Wilfred... Willy, to my friends. Pleased to meet you, Louisa. Don't worry about Max, it happens all the time. Please have an ice cream from me for helping out."

"Why, thank you... Willy."

What followed were daily encounters as Louisa found excuses to be at the playground when Willy sold his ice creams. That led to coffees in the afternoons, dinners with her parents, later evenings alone in low-lit, snuggly places and a grand wedding ceremony before the gilded alter in the Lutheran cathedral.

Times were hard in the Weimar Republic but Willy and Louisa found a way to survive and their love for each other blossomed into full bloom when the baby was born. Then one night, brown shirts knocked on their door, questioning the Aryan purity of Louisa's parentage. They wanted her to expound on her ancestry. Willy managed to talk them out of the apartment without endangering his wife and child. Willy promised to find the misplaced papers and bring them to the registry tomorrow. 

It was time to leave Germany. That night, they packed what they could carry and fled to Switzerland, eventually to America.

Willy found work with an ice cream maker. He was good with customers and sales. He rose within the company. During the war, the company developed a better process for powdered milk. It was a huge market, feeding the soldiers, the refugees and finally the remaining survivors of the great destruction. When the company owner retired in the 50's, Willy bought him out, financing the enterprise with growing profits and luck.

Louisa, Willy, their son Rolf, and the little daughter, Eva, prospered. The grown Rolf went on to found a company of his own and presented Louisa and Willy with grandchildren and they, in turn, gave them great grandchildren. But money and progeny were unsuccessful in softening the blow of Louisa's passing. Willy comforted Louisa as she fought for life. But eventually, it was just her time to leave.

Willy retired from his company to care for Louisa through her consuming illness. His heart cracked daily. When the end came, his spirit was crushed and his own health declined. Doctors could treat the symptoms but not the underlying cause, a broken heart. In desperation, they recommended a round of special treatments at the unusual Total Woman Clinic...

Willy's mind returned to the room at the top of TWC. He looked around and found everyone patiently watching him. His nurse, Marge, was talking softly to the TWC staff.

"You see... sometimes he just loses consciousness. It's not neurological; he's been tested for that. But we still think he should be EEG monitored and stimulated to find the cause."

Sati, with her Eastern culture wisdom, took on a knowing expression and said they would see to Willy's needs: physical and spiritual. She assured them that Willy wouldn't leave the clinic until he was ready.

Juanita started Willy's therapy that afternoon. She worked Willy on the table, raising his legs and making him press against her restraining weight. He tried and succeeded somewhat. Juanita was more pleased with his resolve than his physical results. It was good for Willy's spirit to gain lots of little successes.

"That was pretty good, Willy. How do you feel?"

"A bit tired. Maybe I could rest a while?"

"Yes, of course. Anyway, Wanda is already here. She will let you rest until you feel ready to continue with her flexibility therapy session. I have another therapy appointment waiting for me down at the gym."

Wanda seated Willy to face out the window. The sunlight shimmered off the sea. A few beach walkers strolled the sands. Willy watched them meander in and out of the tireless surf. 

Willy's mind clouded...

It was mid-week, late spring and the beach was mostly deserted. Rolf and his classmates were still in school and Willy and Louisa were spending a solitary day at the shore. Their umbrella fluttered with the gentle breeze. They lay on the blanket, reading, snacking, resting and relaxing. Willy would occasionally peek over his sunglasses at the reclining Louisa, just watching her read or close her eyes for a quick doze. She worked so hard taking care of the house and the children. Willy was always working and these occasional getaways left him some serenity to cherish his love for his beautiful wife.

Willy's career was going well. Willy would own the business when his boss retired soon. Everything in his life since leaving Germany had gone his way, slowly but steadily, and he felt very fortunate to have his health, his beautiful wife, children and prosperity.

At this moment, he was especially pondering his wife. She wore a red bikini, not too risqué but brief enough to display her beauty. Willy was feeling himself thicken. He finger walked up her thighs, across her stomach and finger pad circled her areola beneath the silky bikini top. Louisa opened her eyes and smiled; they kissed. Willy moved his hand to her groin and circled the cover to her grotto that he so much loved. Louisa didn't protest and they kissed some more. She found his stiffening prick and rubbed it slowly and lovingly. Willy reached back and flipped the blanket edge over and around them. Clothes were skittered away inside the wool cocoon and the lovers became one.

Resting afterwards inside the blanket, they pillow talked, sharing ideas and dreams for the coming year: vacation trips, the children's schooling and family get-togethers for the holidays.

The afternoon sun foretold the time to depart for home. 

"Should be go home now?" Louisa asked. Willy smoothed a hand over Louisa's hip and pecked her lips. He felt another rise thicken his groin. Louisa felt it, too. She giggled the reply to her own question.

"Let's stay a while longer. It's not time to leave yet."

That was the first of many more mischievous starts to summer and they eagerly anticipated their annual surreptitious observances...

Willy's mind returned to the room at the top of TWC. He looked around and found Wanda watching him. He smirked at her look of concern.

"It's okay, my dear. I'm fine. Shall we begin?"

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Juanita met her client in the gym. He was wearing the standard TWA outfit of sneakers, shorts and teeshirt, just the same as Juanita. He was seated, a pained look on his face. Juanita rigged him out with some light ankle and wrist weights, preparing him to walk and run through some standing exercises meant to build muscle strength. The client was 'ouching' and 'ohhing' with every slow step. Juanita's verbal encouragement was ineffective in motivating her client to a quicker gait. More incentive was necessary.

Juanita moved behind him, found the Velcro tabs and ripped off her client's shorts. As he yelped in protest, Juanita stood in front of him and quickly doffed her teeshirt, exposing well rounded chocolate tipped brown boobs. She leaned forward, swaying the dangling beauties as she doffed her shorts as well.

"You can touch them if you can catch them" she said.

The client reached out as Juanita half stepped back. The client stepped forward as Juanita stepped back again. The game was on.

For the next hour they played 'chase me – chase me' all around the gym floor. Juanita would occasionally slow enough for the client to get a furtive boob crushing hug, a grasp of her ass or a handful of tit. Wiggling from his clutch, she would shake away with him in hot pursuit. His stiffening cock waggled in front of him like a semaphore. Juanita and the client both worked up a sweat and as the hour drew to a close, Juanita was not heartless enough to leave her client in his aroused condition without suitable relief.

Juanita faced him as he charged forward. She stood her ground as he tackled her to the floor and saddled up in missionary position. He thrust in and shook both their bodies with mighty strokes. In spite of her clinical responsibilities to her client, she took care of her own needs as well and cried her own delight, joining him in a mutual shattering orgasm.

The client laid quiet, breathing heavy, muscles and testicles drained. Juanita smoothed his neck, shoulders and back while he recovered. Juanita cooed as she set their next appointment.

"Same time next week?" she asked.

"Absolutely" murmured her client.

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Wanda stood in front of Willy, watching him reach behind his head, down past his shoulder. Then leaning forward to touch his toes but not getting very close. He pointed at them and strained. Wanda stopped him. She sat him upright and they smiled at his apparent improvement. Wanda was rather concerned with his breathing, which was deep.

"How do you feel, Willy?"

"I'm a little dizzy" he replied.

"Okay, let's stop and rest a while. Sati is here for your next therapy and I have a private water therapy appointment at the pool. Sati, can you watch Willy for a while until he's ready?"

"I would be absolutely delighted to spend time with Willy. You go ahead. How are you feeling, Willy?"

Willy watched Wanda depart for her pool appointment and replied to Sati's concerned inquiry.

"I think I would like to just sit here for a while."

Sati gave Willy's arm a gentle touch. 

"That sounds like a good idea."

Willy saw the skyline beyond the large panoramic windows. Birds were wheeling and diving about the building roofs. 

Willy's mind clouded...

Willy sat near the huge glass panels. Evening had fallen and the lights of the city twinkled like a jeweled carpet lying out from the penthouse restaurant dining room. The soft lighting inside complemented the candles lighting each table, adding to the scene of elegance. Waist-coated waiters floated about, attending the assembled guests. It was the Wednesday banquet of the Dairy Products Association's Annual Convention. On Friday, Willy would be honored as a founding past president. The next year's officers would be introduced and inducted.

The convention was going well. The hot topic was strontium 90. Nuclear testing fallout was descending on the world's grazing pastures and thereby entering the dairy stream. It was affecting sales in general and there was agreement to lobby Congress for funded studies to discount the trivial risk that it would impose on public health.

Louisa was unable to attend this year. Rolf was sick with measles. Willy missed her companionship for this trip. So he was glad that Sally, the sales director of a rival firm and past acquaintance from previous conventions, was seated at his banquet table. She was a familiar face among the new acquaintances and members. 

Sally was a lively conversationalist, spanning many topics effortlessly, always attentive to wherever Willy led the discussion.

The other diners at their table joined the chit chat and lingered over coffee and dessert before mosying off to a bar before bed, or straight to a bed, depending on their particular connubial context. With spouses in attendance, it was a marital context. With spouses absent, it presented different likelihoods.

Willy was not a heavy social drinker, and with Louisa absent, not really anxious to return to an empty hotel room. Sally and he remained conversing at the table as the dining room continued to empty. 

With the room nigh empty and themselves the sole people left at their table, Sally scooted around to sit next to Willy.

"So, Willy, how is Louisa these days?'

"Still gorgeous" chuckled Willy.

"You two are lucky to have found each other."

"More than you could ever know, Sally. More than anyone could ever know."

"Probably; but I've known love before." 

Yes, Sally had known love before; before the executive she had married after a hot office romance had found a different hot office romance soon after.

Sally's hand stole beneath the tablecloth and rested on Willy's knee. Sally rested her other elbow on the table, propping her head as she gazed thoroughly into Willy's face. He tried to act nonchalant but this was new for him. He took his last sip of coffee, using the time to think through this burgeoning prospect. It was midweek and he had been away from Louisa for several days. He was still a spirited man. The convention was the usual speeches and meetings and drudgery. A little adventure would break up the monotony.

Willy looked more closely at Sally. She was a mix of European ancestry: Greek olive skin, Asiatic cheek bones beneath Nordic almond shaped blue eyes and exquisitely rounded breasts surmounting her Italian fashion model physique. Willy felt his groin twitch, prompting his response. He laid his hand over hers and clasped it warmly. Sally smiled back, encouraging his advance. Her hand moved up to rub Willy's inner thigh.

"Would you walk me to my room?" she asked.

"I think I can do that" said Willy.

Sally gathered her purse and walked towards the exit, Willy trailing behind. The glass enclosed elevator descended to Sally's floor and disgorged them into the hotel hallway. Sally walked ahead, her trim hips sashayed invitingly over long toned legs and stilettos. Her elegant body-hugging cocktail dress was doing its intended job of attracting masculine attention. She peeked back over her shoulder as she arrived at her door. Sally fumbled with carding the door, shaking her rear in Willy's direction. The door finally clunked and swung open. She turned to face Willy.

"Do you want to come in for a while, a night-cap or something?"

Willy could feel his pulse beating faster. He paused before replying.

"I don't think that's a good idea" he said.

Sally had heard that hesitant line before and knew what was required. She stepped backward into the open entranceway far enough to shield her from unexpected onlookers. She reached back and drew the dress zipper down her back. The elegant navy blue fabric dropped to her feet. 

Sally was poised in heels, panties and jewelry. Her lovely unfettered breasts were full and round, topped with large rose covered disks. Her red satin thong shaped a puffy cameltoe at her Venus mound. She stood patient and inviting, letting Willy get a full appreciation for what awaited him. Willy's gaze lingered long, inspecting her up and down. Sally finally broke the silence.

"Doesn't this help change your mind?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Willy unfroze his gawk and took a step into the doorway. His hand reached forward and he grasped the doorknob.

"Thank you for the stirring conversation this evening, Sally. It was a pleasure chatting with you. Have a good night." Wally pulled the door closed and walked down the hallway, back to his own room.

Behind the closed door, Sally shrugged her shoulders and retrieved her dress, hanging it in the closet. In a bathrobe, she dialed the phone.

"Sorry, boss. No dice. I couldn't get Willy where I needed him. Without damaging photos, we can't blackmail him. We'll just have to get their trade secrets from someone else. Damn! He's a better man than I took him for."




Total Woman Vignettes 02



Elsewhere, Willy was talking on his room phone. Louisa's voice was a sweet, soothing melody in his ear.

"How's the convention going, darling?"

"It's the usual grind. I really miss having you here, Louisa."

"Oh, Willy, I miss you, too."

"How's Rolf?"

"He's feeling better. I think he'll be fine by the weekend."

"I'm thinking of coming home early. I'll claim Rolf needs me."

"Oh, Willy, you'll miss your award ceremony on Friday! You can't just disappoint everyone. They all look up to you so much and want to honor you."

Willy nodded accent, although it was unseen by Louisa. His silence told her his mood.

"I'll wait here for you, Willy. You'll be home this weekend. It's not time for you to leave yet."

"Okay, dear. I'll see you soon. I love you." He hung up the phone...

Willy's attention returned to the present. He was seated in TWC and Sati was sitting lotus position beside his chair. She was breathing evenly, eyes closed, circled thumb and finger resting on her thighs. She felt rather than heard or saw Willy's attention and spirit return from wherever his mind had drifted. She stayed in pose and gently voiced her acknowledgement.

"I feel you have come back. Did you get enough rest? I can help you get more peaceful on the table. Are you ready for that?"

Willy nodded agreement. Sati's sensed his response and opened her eyes. Willy felt stronger already just being touched and guided by this gentle knowing woman. He sensed her inner serenity and goodness, the kind of peace he had first found around Louisa.

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Wanda entered the pool deck to find her client, a middle aged man waiting for her. As was her custom, she entered the indoor pool room butt naked. This was a new client and she expected the familiar surprised reaction. Her male clients were always stupefied by her first time entrance. Wanda sported a lithe swimmers figure; beads of water glistened like jewels woven into her shoulder length neatly arranged dreadlocks. Her deep chocolate complexion contrasted her bright white smile. Her gait was graceful, smooth and steady. She was ultimate beauty in motion.

But Wanda was the stunned one this time. What could possibly be wrong with him that would need therapy? Her client stood tall, broad shouldered, narrow hipped, a dark mélange of ethnicities, very short tight curly hair, deep blue eyes. He stood attentive, waiting her approach. He saw the momentary stutter-step mar her smooth stride. He was naked like her; a fine cock matched his fine physique.

"Hello, Wanda, I have been expecting you." 

His accent was erudite but non-descript; his voice low but not quite baritone, a stalwart sound.

Wanda felt the butterflies flit around her stomach and flutter at her clitoris. She was speechless, which was okay, since her client didn't wait for a response. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the whirlpool, stepping in, sitting, holding her sidesaddle on his lap in the warm swirling water. He stared into her face the whole time. The pair inched their faces and lips nearer, reading the other's acceptance of closer contact. The response was favorable and they kissed gently.

Wanda tasted his freshness, smelled his cologne diffusing the chlorinated atmosphere. She was hypnotized by his blue eyes, not waivered by his gaze. Her client held her by back and hip, pulled her tighter to rub her nipples against his muscular chest. The kiss intensified.

Wanda had been tense but now melted completely into his embrace. Her mind was fuzzy, heated by her growing desire for more intimate contact with this man, this man who was taking charge of her emotions. He had treated Wanda with manly gentleness and she was willing to let him continue in whatever direction he was pleased to take.

The client lifted her again, stepping out of the water and laying her gently on a layer of large fluffy towels beside the hot-tub. He posed her legs in high missionary; kneeling beside her as he kissed his way downward: lips, forehead, ears, neck, nipples, belly button, thighs, knees, toes. Her client crawled forward from her feet to position his lips at her groin. He slurped a kiss on her vulva, with a tongue roll along her clitoris. Wanda drew in an involuntary sharp breath and arched her back, pressing her shoulders and heels into the deck. The client's hands slid beneath her firm muscled ass cheeks. He arrayed his palms supportively for the feast to come.

The client held for a moment until Wanda exhaled and loosened her rigid posture. The lingual caresses began again and Wanda moaned, opened her mouth and called out as she peaked, clamping her thighs on his temples, feeling the sensations wash across her everywhere from scalp to toenails. The man slowed his lapping, lips suckling gently, and listened for Wanda to exhale her tension. She laid her weight back into his hands. The man increased the intensity and tempo, bringing Wanda to another fist clenching sensual summit. 

The cycle repeated again and again. Wanda lost count but deemed the loss irrelevant as she exhilarated in the ecstatic grip of this gifted male. Wanda was becoming worn out by her continual orgasms. She finally had to push the man gently away from her groin, her stupor past her ability to focus anymore.

The man acceded to her wishes. He rose and crawled up her torso, bringing his lips to hers for a musk flavored kiss. Then he moved his lips to her ear and whispered.

"I have a message for you."

Wanda waited, and then nodded, encouraging his delivery. The man whispered the message with pauses for ear nips.

"Your friends on staff... wish you a very... very... Happy Birthday."

The man rose, placed a large comforting towel over the dazed and amazed Wanda before departing the swimming pool room.

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Sati placed Willy on a low padded table. She could feel that he was tense. Willy wasn't strong in a muscular sense but the atrophy in one area made another area compensate. That caused the tension. He would mend sooner if he totally relaxed: body and soul. She wanted to apply one of her therapies: calm relaxation, letting the body détente to get better blood flow around tight muscles. 

Sati explored his body with her delicate hands, pressing a leg muscle here, gripping gently on a protuberance there, and finding little muscle knots to be worked gently into submission. 

Willy was lying still, complying with Sati's therapy. She noted his slight erection and knew his newly increased blood flow was having a positive effect. Sati saw that Willy's eyes were closed but he was still blinking regularly so she knew he wasn't truly asleep. Probably a twilight dream state. 

Sati's therapies were intended for body and spirit and she would help Willy regain a little spirit. She rested one palm on his stiffening cock and smoothed his forehead with the other. Sati rested in her stance, closed her eyes, exhaled deeply and extended her sixth sense to capture Willy's dream aura...

Some freezers had frizzled out on the hot summer day. It would have been a moderate loss but Willy managed to make it into a positive experience. The jeopardized ice cream was loaded up quickly and delivered for free distribution to playgrounds all around the city. Willy had manned one truck and gloried in his temporary job as ice cream dispenser again, delivering delight to surprised children and appreciative parents. It was a joyous and tiring day of youthful remembrance. 

Willy had gone to bed early, the long day had wearied him. He was dozing fitfully. Louisa came to check on him. The light flowing through the open door silhouetted her still fine figure through her hot weather translucent dress. Willy felt more than his heart stir. The door closed behind her again as she walked to his side. Louisa leaned in to peck his lips, resting her hand on his forehead. His hand went around Louisa's neck and shoulders to hold her in a longer kissing embrace. She settled her weight on him and Willy snickered as he rolled her into the bed. Clothes were shed to the floor as the lovers cuddled. Louisa straddled Willy's thighs and held his body in her embrace, externally and internally. They moved, stroked and caressed. The gentle rubbing and squeezing warmed their bodies; cuddles and clamors everywhere, a delightful squeeze only true lovers can share. Their pleasure peaked and descended. 

Willy and Louisa nuzzled and cooed. He was at peace, so happy with his wife, his growing family, his accomplishments and career. He was truly blessed to live in this time and this place.

Willy's felt Louisa arise from the bed. She stood before the open door. The light again silhouetted her figure and Willy had never seen her more lovely, at any time or in any light. Louisa extended her hand.

"Come with me now, Willy; it's time to leave."

"Yes, Louisa..."

Willy rose from the bed and walked to Louisa. With joined hands, the pair of lovers walked through the open door, into the bright light beyond, together again forever... 

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Sati was satisfied with the course of her massage and relaxation therapy. Willy's erection was modest but full and she was not surprised at his dribble of cum. Willy murmured and Sati heard him whisper 'Yes, Louisa'. Then he exhaled, relaxed completely and all the tension left his body.

Sati understood the decisive response. She telephoned the front desk to report Willy's final passing.

The Hearst took Willy away. The coroner declared it cardiac arrest and a natural death. The therapists were sad at his parting. Still, they were satisfied that they had done what they could to make Willy's final day worthwhile. 

Sati outwardly expressed her sadness but inside she was happy that Willy's final moments had been relaxed and pleasant. In her thoughts, she had watched his soul depart and knew he had passed peacefully, profoundly satisfied with his journey through life. Willy's last pleasant thoughts and whispered words had expressed his enduring love for his dear departed Louisa.



Total Woman Vignettes 03



Prologue

The Board of Directors meeting was going well and winding down. The financial reports and Old Business items had been reviewed. Revenues had been increasing, along with modest cost aggregation, but profits were exploding. The last item for New Business was a proposal to develop other offshore venues for exotic, as well as erotic, excursions. There were three potential venues: a Mountain Ski Lodge, a Desert Dude Ranch and a Tropical Island get-away.

A motion was made to commission Total Woman Security to send investigative teams to survey available venues and report back on viable options for development. There was a second and unanimous 'ayes'. The meeting was adjourned.

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Present Day

The scarab was anchored in the aqua blue bay. Joan and Mack were prepping the Zodiac for its run to shore. The beach of this secluded Caribbean cove was ringed with coral white sand. This was their third and final investigation. The previous sites had proven to be either too cold or too hot during their useable seasons or unable to handle year-round outdoor activities due to the weather vagaries. 

The tropical island theme would appear to meet the year round climate flexibility demanded by the wealthy, business-laden patrons that Total Woman Excursions catered to. Joan and Mack would study the island's attractions and its beneficial advantages of security and seclusion. 

Securing the yacht, they tooled across the clear expanse of water to shore. They could see the owner of the plantation-house-turned-resort standing on the beach. Three young ladies stood nearby. The investigative team ran the boat up on the sand as the three women dashed in the water and helped haul the craft higher on the shore.

Mack and Joan alighted and shook hands with their presumed host, a Hispanic man in white pants, sandals, Panama hat and floral tropical shirt. They introduced themselves and inquired if he was Paulo, their contact on the island.

"Yes, I am Paulo and these are my nieces: Solei, Luna and Estela. They provide the ambiance for the few visitors we still get. They are very good at warm welcomes."

Mack eyed the three Hispanic beauties. Either Paulo's family had incredible genes or Paulo had an incredible eye for picking 'nieces'. Mack looked forward to getting warm welcomes from any or all of them. He kept his eyes on the females as he addressed Paulo in an aside voice.

"I hope we can report favorably on your property. I like what I see so far." 

The bikini clad milk chocolate trio was checking Mack right back. They smiled brightly, wondering which of them Mack would choose first when the time came for warm welcomes. More likely, Uncle Paulo would decide for them.

Paulo followed Mack's obvious stare. This was the partnership he needed. The family oriented themes of other nearby resorts were a losing proposition with air travel encumbered by terror activity and economic recession. Paulo wanted to rebrand this island resort to cater to wealthier lifestyles. He winked at his hotel staff.

"From the discussions I have had with your investment sponsors, this resort should be just what you're looking for. The jungle is alive with exotic flora and fauna, the weather and sea are refreshing. We have real seclusion from neighbors which provides security and privacy for discriminating guests.

Mack continued his relaxed ogling of the island women, his inattention to Paulo prompting the facility owner's continued sales pitch.

"My nieces and I intend to give you an extensive tour of our all-inclusive vacation packages. We want you to forward a good report to your bosses. No requests or requirements are too much to ask. We will gratify your every need."

Mack liked the sound of that. Joan wondered if she would get as much accommodation. Mack was her work partner and security colleague but he was also her assignment mission sex mate. It would be a long week for her if Mack was constantly tapped out by this bevy of beauties. 

The girls hoisted the valises and carried them to the residential lodges while Paulo escorted Mack and Joan to his office. Along the way he pointed out portions of the facilities as they passed. The grounds were modestly landscaped with tropical flora and the structures were sound but showed the nattiness and wear of delayed maintenance.

In Paulo's office, they chit-chatted about this and that, getting more acquainted. Finally Paulo brought the subject around to a tour of the facilities and grounds.

"I highly recommend that you take separate tours. Two people see things differently and you can compare and combine notes for your report."

Mack and Joan concurred. Paulo paged one of his nieces. Joan and Paulo would look over the books and discuss finances while Mack got the first round of inspection tours.

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Solei preceded Mack through the rear doors onto the landscaped and sculpted pool area. Mack was entranced by the combination of bobbing bikini ass cheeks that were swished by the tips of ass length wavy brown hair.

Solei chattered the standard lines in her island accented Spanglish. She pointed out the lounges and umbrella tables surrounding a clear Olympic sized swimming pool. Cleverly arranged hedges and floral draped screens gave the large area a cozier feel by creating alcoves and little divided nooks. A cascade of decorative waterfalls curtained the far corner of the pool. The falling water gave the air a fresh, moist flavor and a soothing background white noise.

Mack followed Solei's mesmerizing backside wherever she led. She led him to the waterfalls. There were steps built into the pool that disappeared under the waterfall. Solei turned to give Mack a 'come hither' look, kicked off her sandals and then descended the steps, passing through the cascading sheet and out of sight.

Mack waited for her to emerge but waited in vain. Finally, he went down through the water curtain after her. Solei stood soaking wet, facing him from the middle of a huge artificial grotto. She was tilted sideways, wringing the water from her drenched hair. She looked up and laughed.

"So.., you finally follow me into grotto. We very like this place" she shouted in Spanglish.

Mack looked around. The walls glowed with an internal luster. The grotto was built with small caves and caverns along the walls, another nod to a sense of discretion and privacy for multiple parties of occupants. The water fall provided a sound deadening reverberation that kept sounds from mixing between the private areas.

Mack smoothed a hand over the rock wall and discovered it was covered with thick translucent foam, providing a water-resistant cushion and illumination diffuser all in one material. The glow came from pastel toned LED light spilling through from underneath. He was walking barefoot on a floor of the same texture. The fluid sound, soft light and moist atmosphere made it feel like a glowing maternal womb. He only felt this peace decades ago as a trusting toddler in his mother's arms before bravely breaking away into a scary world.

Mack moved along the exterior walls. The alcoves were randomly formed, each offering a different configuration. There were hollows shaped as arm chairs, pedestals and stools, broad benches and platforms. Every surface was coated with the soft, gently-lit foam. 

Mack sat on a long bench in one space and Solei came to join him. He closed his eyes and, for a moment, the warm moist air with the white sound cleared his mind of worries. He entered a twilight sleep and day dreamed.

Someone was removing his tee-shirt and shorts. Mack perceived himself laid along the bench, comfortably resting with his hands behind his head and feet propped up. His penis was moving about gently, a rough texture making swipes along the length. There was a growing pressure. Something heavy but soft laid over him and his cock was surrounded by wetness. He dreamed that a masseuse was rubbing his chest with warm cushiony sponge balls. The air took on a minty scent. Suddenly his thighs and abdomen cramped and relaxed. 

Mack made a dream note to tell the TWS Mission Surgeon about those cramps just in case it was a sign of overwork or some other stress related influence. The masseuse started in again. He hoped she would work those cramps in his retightening thighs. She seemed to be rubbing his hips and stomach instead. Then the sharp tension rolled and passed away again. 

Mack felt drops of water wet his cheeks. He came out of the dream state and opened his eyes. There was a blurred image of a woman, Solei he remembered, staring down at him. Sweat covered her face and dripped onto his. His clearing vision told him she was smiling. She dipped down, kissed his lips and braced up on her hands.

"Feel good, mi amante?" Solei asked.

Mack looked towards his waist. Solei's lovely uncovered breasts were damp with perspiration. Her groin was hard against his groin and he recognized that his cock was buried in her snatch.

Solei was smiling still as she said "Tu es un forte hombre, mi amante. Uno. Dos. Puedes Tres?"

Mack took that to mean his dreamland cramps had been orgasmic spasms. Could he go for three? Solei was ready to work a third shot from his drained balls if he wanted her to. Mack need only lie still as she did all the work. But he shook his head 'No'. Solei pouted but complied. She rose from him and let his semi-deflated erection fall out with a gush of white spunk.

They abandoned their clothes where they lay and exited the grotto through the waterfall. The rest of the afternoon was spent in pool play. Luna and Estela joined them late in the afternoon until dusk. Mack asked about Joan. She would be back soon. Paulo was taking her on a tour of the jungle trails and the highlands overlook. A beach side bonfire roast would be dinner and served when they returned from their hike.

Luna took over the Mack escort duties and led him naked to his suite to refresh. He showered, dressed for the evening and followed Luna out onto the beach to watch the sunset. The red orb slid beneath the Caribbean Sea as the bonfire flared up to light the circle. Joan and Paulo strolled hand in hand to join the small crowd. Everyone sat around the fire waiting for the food to cook. There were jokes and laughter, each taking impatient turns at poking the fire and testing the food. The mood was satiated and relaxed. A pleasant evening was passing into a pleasant night. Joan reminisced on her spectacular day so far...

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After Mack had departed with Solei, Joan and Paulo reviewed the financial statements and ledgers for the resort. Paulo was open to running the resort as a partial investor or selling outright and leaving. Joan would need guidance from Total Woman Excursions either way; Paulo and his nieces must pass Total Woman Security background checks in order to stay or be removed completely from the future direction of the resort. 

The resort grounds were huge, hundreds of hectares of lush jungle with running and hiking trails, covering a major quadrant of the island. The resort main buildings, centered on the old plantation house, occupied a small portion near the beach and cove. The cove sported a small dock and there might be enough room for a small seaplane to taxi ashore. There was a clearing nearby for helicopters to land. Joan mused aloud if she should hire a helicopter to survey the entire landscape from above.

"Oh, Joan, my dear...not at all. The island has an interior highland from which you can view the entire estate. Please, let me show you; it is a gentle climb to the summit and you will truly enjoy the vista."

Paulo led Joan along the jungle trail away from the main facility. They climbed the knoll centered on the extensive main grounds and topped out at the low summit. There was a rustic porch-railed viewing pavilion with benches facing outward for the vistas below. 

Joan slowly circled the pavilion, gazing outward toward the horizon. The 360 view included the ocean bay with the scarab anchored in the center, the beachside hotel complex with its pool and sports courts. The other side of the island showed extensive jungle with the gash of the double chain-link fence and cleared patrol area securing the landward side of the resort from uninvited visitors. Predator birds wheeled above the jungle while song birds played their natural symphony.

Joan leaned on a railing and dreamily surveyed the green expanse stretching down to the resort area. This would be perfect for another Total Woman Excursions venue. Paulo came up behind her and laid a hand on her shoulder.

"Didn't I tell you it was a magical place? At night, you can see dots of light from far off islands and ships at sea."

Joan sighed, lost in the spectacular view. She mused dreamily. "I'll bet it's very romantic at night up here. Do you have quarters nearby for remote overnights for the guests?"

"Not yet, but it is something that can easily be added. What would someone do up here by themself?"

Joan reached back to stroke Paulo's groin. She had observed his pants covered package at the hotel and now knew that her instincts for size were about right. 

"Our guests are never by themselves. Our trained host guides are always chaperoning and very attentive."

Paulo stood still as Joan fondled his cock and balls. He was a man of the macho Latin world and accustomed to having women serve his needs. He pulled Joan closer, letting his fingers touch the side of her dangling boobs inside the stretch cotton teeshirt. Joan turned her head and gazed into his eyes, furtively glancing at his lips as she tested his acceptance of her facial approach. Paulo tested his own approach and they ended in a smooth kiss.

Joan pushed to stand but Paulo resisted. He pulled her back against his chest and pushed her hands back down to lean on the rail. His hands found her waistband and lowered her shorts. He lowered his own shorts and rubbed his erection between her legs, against her vulva, creating a pleasant friction for both of them. Joan spread her stance, leaning on elbows now in a more relaxed posture, pushing her butt back into Paulo's groin. 

Paulo knew the signal. He reared back until his rigid rod was poking at Joan's spongy pod. Then he sank into her pulpy receptacle. Joan felt him enter and let her mind go, gazing unfocused into the beautiful distance. Paulo gripped Joan's marvelous hips and set an easy pace.

As much as Paulo coveted fucking this exquisite creature, he also wanted Joan to enjoy the coupling, a special part of the total vacation package experience that the resort could offer. He loved making love in this special place. The sun, sea breeze, wildlife sights and sounds all combined to enthrall its visitors. He wanted Joan to find its enchanted value for the romance and the ecstasy that he had enjoyed here so often.

Joan was warming to the natural ambiance. It was a great view and Paulo was an amazing cock-man. Two dolphins were travelling across the mouth of the distant cove inlet. Paulo sensed Joan's interest. He used long slow strokes, matching the beat of the journey as the mammals breached and dove, stitching a path through the azure waters. Joan watched and felt the dual orchestrated beats of nature. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as a small orgasm washed her abdomen and groin. Paulo paused with his erection deep, waiting for her to emerge from the wave of sensation.

When Joan opened her eyes, the distance was unfocused. Closer in, she saw a hummingbird flitting from flower to flower, its rapid wing beats individually indiscernible. The neon colored bird dipped his beak repeatedly, performing the natural tasks of birds and bees. Paulo drew his knob shallow and quivered his corona on Joan's entrance lips, dipping occasionally to gather moisture. Joan watched and felt those coordinated vibrations. She connected the sight of the bird's vibrating wings and the brisk strumming of her clitoris. Joan clenched her eyes this time and emitted a long moan as a stronger orgasm rang her bells from toes to scalp to fingertips. Paulo pushed all in and waited for her as she experienced the moment. Joan gave a shudder and rolled her neck to clear the emotional brownout.

Joan opened her eyes to see the edge of the jungle. A small female iguana waddled into the clearing and squatted down. A much larger and brightly colored male iguana walked heavily forward and crawled up her back. He laid his full weight on his mating conquest, pressing her into the ground, pinning her with his weight. His hips shook with his coital thrusts into his captive female.

Paulo wrapped his arms around Joan, holding her tightly, her boobs captured beneath his forearms. He reared back and rammed Joan with big dynamic cock thrusts. His groin bumped hard against her butt, his erection pounding into her cunt. Joan's arms went limp. Paulo used his weight to counterbalance and held her upright against his chest, continuing his conquest of her vagina. He could hear Joan panting and felt his own rising ardor that would soon peak. 

Joan went rigid in his arms, a hurricane of hormones coursing her veins. She cried out wind gusts of ecstasy and felt Paulo's surge of warm nectar fill her womb. Paulo bellowed in her ear. The iguanas and hummingbirds scurried away.

Joan came to awareness seated on a pavilion bench, cuddled by Paulo's embrace. He noted her alertness and rubbed her arms and back as he pulled her tighter, watching the afternoon sun drop towards its daily rendezvous with the horizon. He kissed her forehead and whispered "Didn't I tell you it was a magical place?"

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The sumptuous meal was baked tubers and fish, eaten island style, with fingers, feeding your neighbor's appetite with tidbits from your plate. The wine flowed liberally. The revelers' moods turned tipsy. Paulo volunteered to help Joan back to her suite. She readily agreed and they staggered off arm in arm. The stars were out and there was a sliver of moon, just enough to light their path. 

Solei and Estela got the cleanup duties. Luna was assigned the responsibility of getting Mack into his bed. She got him standing and found he was completely sober. Mack was on a mission for his employer and never drank on the job. Before retiring for the night, he wanted to check on the boats.

Luna walked beside Mack as they skirted the waves dancing on the sands. She led him along the strand that circled the cove. The scarab was at anchor, its marker lights automatically coming on at dusk. In the future, they would need to build a bigger and deeper berthing dock. The Zodiac was beached well above the tide mark. Mack and Luna continued walking until they reached the cove inlet. There was a rise of onshore wind.

Luna edged in front of Mack and leaned her shoulders back against his chest. She wrapped Mack's arms around her and pulled herself into his hug. Luna pulled tighter and moved Mack's hands to her breasts, closing her own hands over his hands inside her unbuttoned top. His palms were warm on her breeze chilled erect nipples. Her long hair was trapped between them. Mack could see the twinkles of the distance islands or possibly ships on the horizon. He gently kneaded the accessible handfuls of tit-flesh.

This was a very romantic setting. Luna seized the moment and twisted her face up to his. They shared a kiss. A longer kiss followed. She rotated in his arms, sadly loath to lose his caress on her boobs. The kiss was even longer this time. Their faces parted and Mack looked into Luna's expressionless eyes. He took her hand and this time it was him leading her back to his suite in silence.

Inside they caressed the clothes off each other, not hurriedly. Time was spent kissing, touching, and exploring each new area uncovered. Luna's skin and intimate areas were assorted elements of pink, cream and beige, her softness and firmness fluctuating in all the right places. Mack was muscular and toned everywhere but gentle with his hands, lips and voice. A special firmness was growing at his midsection, much to Luna's joy.




Total Woman Vignettes 03



The foreplay continued as they lay naked on the bed, on their sides facing each other, hands and fingers rubbing at groins, chests, hips and backs. Luna's nipples had never surrendered their points, proclaiming her continued arousal ever since the beachfront cuddle. Mack had been hard when Luna had undressed him and had never surrendered either. His knob was full and round and Luna was determined to get the most from it. Her sister, Solei, had whispered her approval of its size and Luna had noted the same during the afternoon's naked pool play.

Luna lifted her leg over Mack's hip and rubbed his knob along her vulva lips, smearing it with her lubricating musk. She held his tip at her entrance and Mack bucked his hips to nuzzle in the top inch. Luna rolled her hips to prod more from the middling penetration. Further hip pushes, further hip rolls, a mutual body hug and a mighty hip thrust combined to deeply conjoin the lovers.

Despite the foreplay or because of its tenderness, their heat was under control and they reveled in each other's arms. They learned they liked the way the other kissed and paid attention to its variations. Pauses in the groin strokes were filled with lip melting smooches. 

But Eros is an impulsive god and demands his tribute in his own time. Mack growled out his acclamation to the gods and poured out his pious offering deep into Luna's altar. The pair chorused further praises to the god of orgasms. The overdue hymns swelled the room with sound as they vibrated in an elongated cycle of spasms.

Mack awoke during the night and stared at the ceiling. He ticked off the list of mission tasks he was required to perform in order to prepare a complete report. He mentally listed the pluses and minuses of this island property and its assets. One nice asset was resting peacefully next to him. Luna had rocked his world with her tenderness. 

However, baseline data was needed for some very unseemly things to fully evaluate both the property and its existing staff for potential profits and essential enhancements. Mack needed the one host guide measurement that he didn't always care for. Not all of Total Woman Excursions' clients craved Luna-style tenderness. Sometimes, it was just the opposite. But it was his job to perform a thorough investigation; he steeled his heart and hard-on to perform his next professional obligation.

Mack quietly leaned up. Luna was lying on her back, arms akimbo, legs open, deep asleep. He crept between her spread legs and aligned himself kneeling above her. His hands snuck under Luna's upper thighs. In one motion, he gripped her ass, lifted her hips and pulled her onto his swollen rod, driving as fast and deep as he could in one thrust. 

Luna bolted awake and cried out, her eyes wide in shock. Mack reared back until he almost pulled out and then rammed forward, this time going to the hilt. Luna stuttered with surprise.

"Porque? Porque, mi amante!"

Mack growled the harsh guttural reply.

"Because I want to do this... because I can do this... because I AM doing this!" 

Mack put his whole weight on her hips, pinning Luna's legs wide open and trapped beneath his bulk. He moved his hands around her and lifted her against his body. Luna's boobs were tightly crushed between them. He bounced her in long strokes on his cock, bumping hard against her pubic bone. Her hair flew about from the ferocity of his movements. As he pounded her pussy, Mack cursed into her ear and decreed that she would henceforth keep her tits, cunt and mouth ready for his use whenever, wherever, however he choose. He spoke of his lust for her body parts, not of his desire for her. 

Mack monitored Luna's reactions to his performance. Luna was not pushing away, no resistance, nor any fighting back against Mack's sexual onslaught. Mack was not sure what was happening with Luna's emotions but his own machismo was kicking in. He peaked with a roar, inwardly glad it was over before he did any more insult to the woman in his arms. He hoped he hadn't done any lasting physical injury. Luna laid quiescence in his arms. He exhaled a cleansing breathe, and relaxed his bear hug. 

Luna whispered in his ear. "Finished, mi amante?"

Mack eased her down on the mattress as her arms slid down his. She looked in his eyes without a hint of hurt. Mack felt bad inside; it was a terrible part of his job.

"Are you okay, Luna? Did I hurt you?"

"My punta. She is un poco sore." 

Luna and Mack looked down where Mack was still deeply embedded in her cunt. They watched fretfully while Mack slid back and slowly pulled out. Luna winced. Mack sat beside her as she rested from her scare. He swept her thighs, stomach, avoiding the tits, cunt and mouth he had recently coveted and disparaged. Luna saw his distress.

"Uncle Paulo say be nice but expect surprise. With angry man, he beat hands on woman lays below him fucking. That not you. You hug me. It just game to test me. I play game too."

Mack realized Luna's non-resistance came from her awareness that the incident was staged.

"When did you know it was a test?"

"You hug me. That not angry man real."

Mack apologized. Luna shrugged. She was willing to be a part of the team making the sale. Uncle Paulo would be grateful for her cooperation in the process.

They lay together spooning. Mack faced away, not wanting to look at Luna after the episode. Luna hugged her boobs into Mack's back until they both fell back asleep.

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A week passed. Total Woman Excursions agreed to buy the facility in its entirety and, pending TWS background checks, retain Paulo for a transition period and later the nieces as permanent employees.

Joan had been detailed to remain and oversee the year-long resort reconstruction. She would stay in residence until the resort was ready and available to receive paying customers. Paulo had agreed to stay on until Joan was comfortable with running the operation. Half the resort would be renovated as the skeleton oversight staff resided in the other part. Space would be limited. Joan was happy to share her quarters with Paulo, dutifully swaddled in paradise. Before he vamoosed, Joan intended to get a lot of guidance from Paulo: business wise and cock wise. 

Total Woman Excursions catered to a discerning and demanding clientele. Exceptional service and satisfaction were expected for the exorbitant fees charged. Interviews for the future host guides were scheduled and resident and guest coach tutors to train them were being arranged. Senior coach tutor experts would be flown in periodically to evaluate their progress.

The scarab weighed anchor and turned towards the opening in the bay, headed home. Mack steered from the open bridge where he could watch the route ahead. Estela, the youngest niece, was stretched on the forward deck, topless, sunning.

It was unwise for Mack to sail the boat alone. Things happen: accidents, pirates, storms. The Caribbean floor is littered with the evidence dating back to Columbus. Besides, Estela had been raised most of her life on the island and needed some seasoning in the real world.

Estela would accompany Mack on his journey to home port in Miami and stay as his houseguest until the resort was ready. She would return to Uncle Paulo more mature and world wise. Paulo would decide, as her affectionate uncle, if Estela was then ready to join the other nieces in staffing the resort as host guides.

Mack piloted a wandering route home, knowing he was entitled to some 'me time' between missions. Estela was no stranger to sex. She had lost her virginity on prom night and dated sporadically through college. That first night with Mack was tentative and innocent, as they got to know each other's bodies. In the coming days, the scarab could be found anchored near deserted islands, often rocking gently even if the sea was dead calm. They fucked inside the cabin in daytime and frolicked on-deck under Estela's twinkling namesakes at night. Estela showed Mack the wonderful ways she already knew of caressing his cock with every part of her nubile body. Mack taught her a few new ones she hadn't yet discovered. He would show Estela many more over the next year while she dwelled as his house guest. She was his delegated off-duty project for a full year of varied conditioning. 

Mack docked the scarab in Miami's South Beach Marina. He settled Estela into his high-rise beachfront condo. She would have free run of his condominium and the surrounding boutiques and nightlife. They stocked her closet with skimpy beach wear and scanty underthings. The club wear was simply wicked. Estela was eager to hit the town. The town was eager to be hit.

Estela spent her days at the topless beaches and her nights at the throbbing discos. Estela oozed sex appeal as she bounced on the dance floors or simply hung on Mack's arm immersed in flashing strobe lights and drumming house music. 

Mack often disappeared for days unannounced. He urged Estela to entice interested males to keep her company when he was away on missions. But Mack claimed exclusive right to partake generously of Estela's wiles and charms when he was back in town. During those first return days following his absences, Estela fucked and sucked Mack insatiably as he tried to decompress from the stresses of his TWS missions.

When Mack was in town, Estela got adept at haut culture shopping and fine dining room etiquette. When he wasn't in town, she got adept at hard cock shopping and fine bedroom etiquette. Estela evolved to where she couldn't stand to sleep alone but Mack forbade second carnal unions with any other male. She needed to learn variety, not repetition. He expected Estela to demonstrate to him any new found talents and innovative skills that she developed during his absences.

Estela went out every night to the clubs in her man-bait outfits. There seemed to be no limit to her choice of attractive studs prowling the nightlife of Ocean Drive. There seemed to be no limit to those studs' enthusiasm for fulfilling her cravings. Models and stars constantly rotated through town, an opportunity to see and be seen by booking agents. Estela was blessed with constant turnover in the available masculine sex mate pool.

Although Mack claimed exclusive right to her wiles and charms when he was in town, that didn't mean she would fuck only him during his residences. After the first few days of decompression, Mack's voracity for stress relief would ebb. Mack then assumed the greater responsibility of Estela's acclimation to the real world. He assured her it was necessary. Estela must learn spontaneity for her future host guide duties at the resort. The clientele were inured to picking whoever, whenever, wherever, however. She must be unhesitant to any guest that selected her to provide his pleasure.

Mack would circulate Estela through the nightclubs and browse the crowds for his choice of Estela's next sex mate. He pointed Estela towards a young model lounging in the corner. 'No' she said; that one had bed her last week in Mack's absence and Mack had ruled there could be 'no repeats'. Mack scanned the room and rejected the remaining club patrons. They left for other climes. 

In a different place, Mack pointed Estela to another promising find but she said 'No' again. That one had stayed with her the night before Mack's latest return. Estela volunteered that he was uncircumcised and the feel of the extra skin thrusting across her tongue and inside her cheeks had been a different experience, not better or worse, just different. Nonetheless, his salty ejaculate had tasted the same as all the other male discharges she had previously consumed.

They ended the night in a new nightclub at closing time. Mack pointed out the bartender. Estela said he was indeed new to her. Mack talked him up and the bartender was willing to oblige. But he demanded a modicum of privacy. Mack and Estela stayed behind as the crowd shuffled out following last call.

All night, the bartender had witnessed hot females curry male clientele for intimate companionship. Then the crowd had been turned out at closing time by the bouncers before the bartender could finally help the horny patrons. After the room was secured of outsiders, the restless bartender laid Estela back over a table, flipping her short skirt up to expose her pantiless crotch. 

The bartender drilled Estela hard, relieving his pent-up frustration. Mack and the bouncers drank their cocktails as they observed from far across the room. The bartender didn't last long but seemed satisfied with the arrangement. He gave Mack a handful of complementary admission cards and pressed him to bring Estela back often.

Estela was delighted with her educational sabbatical on South Beach and hoped the resort reconstruction took a long time. She was learning so much at the hands of Mack and the other spontaneous instructors. 'Uncle' Paulo should be thrilled by her new found flairs and vitalities. Estela would eagerly demonstrate for him, and hopefully on him, how well she had sprouted from the innocent young seedling he had set forth onto the world. He would appreciate how much Estela had blossomed and that she was ready to join the other 'nieces' as host guides at the new Total Woman Excursions Island Resort.



Total Woman Vignettes 04



Prologue

Francine was satisfied that she had discovered the key to getting appealing sales pitches from Jeffery. Francine reached between them and levered Jeffery's cock out. He was tuned up and ready to go. Placing the tip, she sprang lightly, tapping his erection into her vagina. Jeffery quaffed her exposed nipples. Francine set a moderate, steady pace, enjoying the smoothness of the ride. Jeffery's motor was definitely running. He felt the rim of his knob brush her G-spot nerve bundle with every stroke of his piston and she purred like a finely tuned engine. Sometimes her scalp brushed the ceiling and she bowed in, pulling Jeffery's head tighter to her bosom, trying to avoid knocking her head on the roof.

They raced towards the checkered flag, acting like coldhearted rivals, ignoring the risk of overheated equipment. Barreling over the finish line, Jeffery roared and jetted his essence into Francine's cylinder. She swooned and clutched Jeffery's head to her chest, burying his face in her soft headrests. As they idled down, Francine pecked kisses over the top of Jeffery's head, finger stroking his cheeks and ears as he lazily kissed and sucked her nipples.

"Jeffery, I want to sell cars for you. I think I can honestly say that this car excites me and that I can portray that to potential customers. Will you give me a chance to prove myself as an able saleswoman; more than just a showgirl?"

Jeffery should run that by his wife, Nadia, but it sure sounded good to him. Although he had found a new advantage of the car, namely 'babe magnet', sales work was best left to professionals like Francine. Now that he had taken the car for a different kind of test run, he was anxious to return to his beloved factory and improve the passenger compartment with added features, like vibrating seats and more head room. 

Short, concise and to the point, Jeffery replied "You're hired."

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Present Day

'Francine, Executive VP Marketing, Total Woman Industries'

Francine watched the guard at the gate closely examine her identification badge. He was new; any of the other employees at the test track facility would have instantly recognized her. Her limited edition Dust Devil roadster, reserved for the senior executives at TWI, should have been a give-a-way clue. But this guard was new; it was a lucrative job and he didn't want to screw up. 

Francine was actually pleased that the security was tight and effective. The new proto-type model TWI sportster was due to be tested and prying eyes were not welcome. The guard swiped her badge, calling up her security access file with the identification photo. The file picture loaded and his eyes popped. It wasn't the title that got his attention but the picture: a headshot with generous cleavage overloading the lower frame. He peered back at the woman seated in the top-down convertible. Even wearing her sunglasses and scarf, the picture definitely matched the vision before him. He stepped up to her driver side and handed back her badge.

"I apologize for the delay, Ms. Francine." The guard punched the gate release button and the barrier slid silently open. Francine leaned towards the uniformed guard to read his badge. Her tits swayed in her cotton tank-top as she bent, nipples pebbling under the fabric. The guard stood mesmerized.

"Not at all... Stevens? Is that your name?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"I intend to inform your superiors about this..."

Stevens tried to explain.

"Please, ma'am, I'm new and I didn't recognize you and..."

"Well, Stevens, I'm still going to inform your supervisors ...". Francine paused for dramatic effect, watching the guard blush, start to sweat. Francine decided to end the torture and move on.

"I'm going to inform your supervisors about the great job you're doing! I don't care if the Pope himself shows up riding in the Pope-mobile; no badge, no entry. Keep up the good work, Stevens!"

Francine drove through the open gate with the smirk still on her face. In her rearview mirror, she watched the guard remove his hat, rub a hand over his sweating close trimmed scalp and wheeze a sigh of relief. It was a pet peeve of hers that she tried hard to instill in every one of her many subordinates. Find any positive thing, any small thing, about a vendor, an employee or a customer and complement them. People will forget criticism as fast as you're out of sight but a complement is a memory that lasts forever. She had earned her present position using her charm, goodwill and perseverance. And, of course, the ultimate killer combination: her spectacular brains and beauty.

The TWI Test Track Facility was cited in a remote corner of the American Great Plains, an old Air Force base that had succumbed to budget cuts. The Track Headquarters was situated in the old Air Control Tower. Prairie summers were dry and hot; winters were harsh and cold. They emulated the working conditions of the TWI automobile product line and provided an extreme climatic test environment.

The test track incorporated the old runways as part of the roadway. The adjacent areas were grassed with some scattered hillock terrain. The new and old pavements held standard highway sloped curves. Other manufacturers boosted their egos by dominating each other with muscle cars and race track trophies. TWI boosted its bank accounts with profits from selling economical and dependable street and neighborhood friendly cars. Thus, the facility had no need for racy high banked corners. Weather and longevity was the real competition to beat.

Francine parked in a reserved corporate visitor spot. Ascending the old control tower, she stepped from the elevator into the glass enclosed control room. From here, the horizon stretched forever. Closer in, cars, drivers and mechanics moved about the bays and pits, preparing cars for endurance and fuel economy assessments. Several different TWI models circled the test roads, drivers switching duties each hour. The computer screens in the Control Room displayed wirelessly transmitted performance data from each test car.

Harding, the Chief Engineer, saw that Francine had finally arrived and warmly shook her hand in welcome. They were old and true friends. The tension inherent in car development had found them clawing through passionate workplace clashes, filled with dire mutterings and shouts of distress, pitting engineering and manufacturing practicalities against price and marketplace realities. 

In the end, they always found common ground that enhanced the cars value and the company profits. The work was exhilarating but involved long and lonely hours. Harding and Francine found other common ground later during the nights. There were no clashes then, their passionate exhilarations converted to dear mutterings and shouts of delight.

Harding gave Francine the nickel tour, pointing out the cars on-track, boasting of their proven capabilities and explaining the problems yet to be solved. The newest sportster model waited prepped at the trackside pit. That was the car Francine had come here especially to see.

"How's our new 'baby'?"

"Ready to go but there's a problem. And I need your help to solve it."

Francine laughed. "A technical problem? That's your department. You're the best damn engineer in the industry; I doubt I can be much help."

Harding looked askance and twisted out a "Well..." He looked back at Francine's face where she wore that expression of 'okay, let's have it.' Harding continued.

"It's not a technical problem; more of a personnel problem. The test drivers have all been vying for first shot at driving her. We have whittled the field down to three and they want me to select the one that goes first. All three are fully qualified, bright, physically fit, trustworthy, the real deal. But I have to stay here and work with them day in and day out. I'm going to have two disappointed drivers that will blame me for an arbitrary decision."

Francine waited for it.

"But you, Francine, are a neutral third party; a tie-breaker, so to speak."

"But I don't know how to differentiate their driving skills."

"It's a moot point. They're all fully qualified test drivers. It's a three way tie. Test them on how they handle something besides fast cars." Harding broke out into a broad grin.

"Francine, you have a beautiful mind, perfectly matched with a beautiful body. And they're all virile young men. Get your creative juices... or any other juices... flowing. Have some fun."

Francine mulled it over. She was here to see the first test drive of the sportster. Until the test driver impasse was settled, she was wasting her time.

"Okay... where are these bozos?"

Harding hugged Francine, relieved to pass on the bothersome decision.

"You can use my office one floor down. I'll send the first one after a few moments. I'll line the others up an hour or so apart. Good luck and whatever criteria you use... may the best man win." 

Harding chuckled as he escorted Francine to the elevator.

"It's always good to see you, Francine. We had our good times, didn't we?" Harding pecked her on the forehead and she smoothed a tender hand over his cheek.

"Yes, we did, Harding, very good times."

Harding turned to the window overlooking the sportster prep area and picked up the pit phone.

"Yeah, send Slick to my office immediately. He has another round of interviews on the sportster matter. Tell him to cleanup and look presentable."

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There was a knock on the door. Francine sat behind Harding's power desk and called "Come in!" 

The door swung open. A tall young man wearing red leather overalls crusted with car product decals stepped across the threshold. He was trim in waist and hips but broad shouldered. His sunglasses were perched atop his head, submerged in blond wavy hair. He peered around before addressing Francine.

"Hello, ma'am, I was looking for Harding."

Francine let the comment lay; waiting... waiting... then Slick opened his mouth to speak. She cut him off with a steady voice.

"No, Slick, you are looking for me. I'm Francine, Executive VP for TWI Marketing. I have worked four years battling engineering, manufacturing and finance to get a sports car worthy of the TWI label. It's finally here and I'll be God-Damn if I'll have just anyone driving it first on the track... Have a seat!"

A stunned Slick crept to the only other chair in the office, the 'hot seat' directly in front of the big desk. It was purposely lower than the desk chair, which only evened the height difference between the seated Francine and Slick.

Francine opened a folder on the desk.

"Slick, is it?" 

Slick nodded.

"I see here you have a clean test record, no crashes. What is this one incident?" Francine was bluffing; Slick's record was impeccable.

"I can explain that, ma'am. Another car was following me too close. My engine suddenly cut out and he had to swerve to avoid me. I didn't even know that was recorded in the file. 

"We brought my car in and I spent all night under the hood. I couldn't find anything wrong. But I polished up the engine anyway. The carburetor looked like it was gleamed with my tongue. The sparkplugs were snug and tight. The filters could have just come from a laundry; they were that clean and fresh. The car hasn't whimpered or shuddered like that ever again."

"So you're pretty good at keeping things clean and lubricated?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"What if I had a precious apparatus that needed to be cleaned and lubricated? Would you use your tongue to do the job if it meant a chance to test drive my new car?"

Slick didn't hesitate. "Yes, ma'am!"

Francine slyly elbowed a pen off the side of her desk. She stooped forward to reach for it, giving Slick her best down-tanktop display. She didn't need to look up; she knew he was peering intensely at her hanging boobs. She nudged a hop, pretending to reach for the pen, really just jostling her tits to the benefit of Slick.

"Slick, help me out. My pen rolled under the desk. I can't reach it."

Ever helpful Slick scrambled forward on hands and knees. He peeked under, then reached under, the desk. Finding the pen, he rose up and proudly held it out to Francine. But she wasn't trying to take it. Then Slick noticed she had changed her position behind the desk. Her desk chair was swiveled sideways. Her knees were spread and she was leaning back, peering down across her chest mounds at him. The hem of her skirt was bunched high on her thighs.

"Slick, do you recall just now I asked you 'What if I had a precious apparatus that needed to be cleaned and lubricated? Would you use your tongue to do the job if it meant a chance to test drive my new car?' Remember that?" 

Francine was slowly nodding her head, hoping for a reflexive head nod from Slick. She got it.

"And you told me you spent all night under the hood of your favorite car, gleaming the carburetor, assuring the sparkplugs were snug and tight, and the filters clean and fresh like a laundry day?" 

Francine continued slowly nodding her head, getting more reflexive head nod from Slick. "Yes,ma'am."

Francine lifted her skirt hem. "Well, Slick, you don't have all night this time, less than an hour. I want you under my hood, cleaning, gleaming and lubing my precious apparatus with your tongue. Get my clit snug and tight. If you make me whimper and shuddered like never before or ever again, you will get a shot at driving my new car. And don't be bothered about laundry; I'm not wearing any. But I think you will still find me clean and fresh."

Francine didn't wait for his reply. Still holding her skirt hem, she laid back into the chair's headrest and closed her eyes. She waited. Sensing no movement from the stunned driver, Francine, with eyes closed, spoke calmly to the ceiling from her relaxed position.

"Do you want to drive my car, Slick? Better get to it, less than an hour...and the clock's ticking..."

She heard him shift, his sunglasses clattered on her desk. She felt his head slide beneath her skirt. She released it and laid her hands on the armrests. 

Slick moved in closer, peering at the shaved flesh-toned outer flaps. He used two fingers to spread them and found the pink folds they normally concealed. Her odor was nutty and fruity. He had a girlfriend once that used flavored douche. Slick figured the nutty was Francine's natural musk and the fruity was her douche. Francine was indeed clean and fresh without the hampering laundry.

Slick prodded the inner folds with one finger and drew his digit along the valley of her vulva. It was moist, not wet.

Francine's widened stance was still too narrow to get his face close enough. His cheeks were trapped between her toned, smooth thighs. Slick gently pushed against her knees and Francine aided his request with more leg spread. Slick pushed forward, extended his tongue and tipped Francine's clitoris. He tried to move down but his chin bumped the chair seat. More adjustments were necessary. Slick levered Francine's thighs onto his shoulders. That tipped her hips up and Slick now had adequate access to all of Francine's 'precious apparatus'. It was time to gleam her engine.

Slick spread the outer lips with one hand and puckered up. He planted a kiss at the top of the exposed dewy inner lips. He drew his underside tongue down the valley. Francine gave a small shudder. Slick reversed up the vale as Francine shuddered again. She may have been making noises also but his thigh covered ears couldn't hear a sound. But he could taste her and smell her moisture filling his nose. 

Slick tested his tongue's maneuvering range, steering it far down the length of her cunt lips. The underside of his tongue rubbed the rosy scallops as it slithered until his chin bumped the seat again. Holding steady, Slick hyper-extended his tongue, probing downward past the folds until he felt a different texture, recognizing that the tip had ramped out of red flesh onto white flesh. He tickled her flesh boundary and got another shudder from Francine. He had found three sensitive spots...so far. He retreated to the center.

Slick rolled his tongue and probed the hole, reconnoitering his range of depth. He fluttered the tip against the tube sides. He decided to explore her upper regions. Slick ran his tongue high up the gulley, feeling the tip push against her stiff but pliable urethra protrusion, her 'sparkplug'. He pursed his lips and suckled gently, getting the little spout snug and tight amidst its circumference of softness. Francine gave a shudder. That was four places he needed to remember.

Slick's chin and nose were getting coated with Francine's extruded moisture. Slick liked her taste; the nutty-fruity dessert flavor.

Slick had completed his walk around inspection. He was now familiar with the handling characteristics of Francine's 'precious apparatus'. Slick was ready to put pedal to metal and speed things along.

Slick gave her thoroughfare long licks, tilting his head a bit to cover one side, then the other, then the center lane. Francine shuddered. At the top he would pause to kiss and suck her plug. At the bottom, he flickered at the base of the pink folds. Francine's thighs clamped his ears but he heard her muffled whimpers nonetheless. That was a good sign; he was getting her to shudder and whimper but probably only green zone rpms. He needed red line performance to pass her test.

Slick revved up, increasing his speed and intensity. His tongue was a flurry of motion: twisting, swerving, lapping, rolling, and skidding across her labia. Slick could definitely hear loud whimpers. Shudders became vibrations, her thighs drumming his temples and earlobes. 

All of sudden, Francine's thighs clamped hard against Slick's head. Slick dashed his mouth upward and captured her plug with his lips and sucked for all he was worth. The little nub extended into his mouth and he gently caught it in his teeth, concentrating on just holding, not too hard. 

Francine shrieked. Thankfully, because of Harding's business need for confidentiality from eaves-droppers, his office was sound-proof. Slick felt her hands grasp his head through the skirt, holding him still as her butt sprang up and down in the seat, continuous shudders, just like she wanted. Eventually, Francine's hip jogs coasted to a halt. Slick felt her thighs loosen their death grip and her hands pressed him away from her cunt. He emerged from 'under her hood' and sat back on his heels.

Francine raised her head and blew Slick a pucker kiss. Slick rose and stood respectfully in front of her desk. Francine arranged herself in a business pose in the leather office chair. She handed him his sunglasses. Slick used his leather overall sleeve to wipe Francine's dew off his cheeks, chin, forehead...she was everywhere. He noted the decals that were now dew ridden. Would he be able to explain the stains to those sponsors? They wouldn't believe it.

"Well, Slick, that was about 30 minutes. Not bad for a first lap. I'd say that keeps you in the running for first drive."

Slick's face burst into a broad smile. "Beg pardon, ma'am, I wasn't keeping count, but I know it was more than one lap." He mischievously swirled his tongue across his lips. Francine put a furtive hand to her face to hide her smile.

"You're dismissed. On your way out, please see if my next appointment has arrived and send him in."

Slick departed and closed the door. Francine settled deeper into her chair. Any delay right now was a welcome opportunity to catch her breath and clean up a bit. She found tissues and reached between her thighs to sop up the moisture spread around her groin.

There was knock on the door. Francine sat upright and leaned forward in power pose, forearms resting on the desk. "Enter" she called out.




Total Woman Vignettes 04



A large beige ten-gallon cowboy hat floated through the door. Below it was a short young man in cowboy boots and the standard issue red leather overalls. Francine looked at the remaining two files: one was labeled 'Tom' and the other 'Big John'. Francine hesitated, not wanting to start the interview with a faux-pau. She threw it back on the cowboy.

"Please introduce yourself. And remove your hat in the presence of a lady."

"Yes, ma'am... sorry, ma'am. I'm John...everybody calls me 'Big John'."

Francine slid the 'Tom' file aside and opened 'Big John'. She quickly scanned the coversheet. Nothing struck her as negative; in fact, Harding had made a special notation of John's particular contributions to TWI car designs. Francine looked up and motioned John to sit.

"Why did you become a test track driver?"

"I grew up around the horse tracks. I liked the idea of speed. I wanted to be a race horse jockey but in my teens I got a growth spurt. When I asked to be a jockey, everyone said 'You're too BIG, John". And the name just kind of stuck. The next closest thing to a jockey is a jet pilot but for that I'm too small. I wandered into test car driving by default."

"Well, you seem to have found a home. Harding says you help with the car designs. Can you tell me how?'

"Well, yes, ma'am, I think he is talking about my small stature. Most test track and race car drivers are lanky and tall, better able to brace for tight turns and braking. That tends to disqualify me in most circles. But, as you know, Mr. Harding is a very smart man. He says if we design and adjust the cars only for lanky, tall people, we're shutting ourselves out of the rest of the market. He listens when I tell him how the car fits me. 

"For instance, at police traffic stops, short people like me have to loosen the seat belt so we can open the glove box for the car papers. Cops get real nervous when people do that. There could be a gun in there or something. Mr. Harding moved the glove box latch to the far left side of the glove compartment door to alleviate that problem. I think I'm helping."

Francine nodded. She had to ask.

"Are you okay with the nickname?"

"It used to get under my skin around the guys but I discovered it was a useful tagline elsewhere. When I get itchy about the kidding, I just think on that."

Francine frowned. "I don't think I understand. You'll have to explain more."

Big John hesitated and then gave out a breath and caved in. "No disrespect intended, ma'am, but Slick was tittering when he left and couldn't hold back telling about your interview methods. That's good for me. I think I have a shot at winning first drive."

"How will you do that?" asked Francine.

John stood and unzipped his overalls. He rummaged in his groin and extracted his cock. It was very long and fat with a huge knob, and still flaccid. Francine's eyes popped wide as she leaned forward and mouthed a silent 'HOLY... SHIT!'

"Like I said, ma'am, when the guys get to me during the day, I just reminisce about my nights. I know I'm not arm candy for any women to parade in public and my relationships don't last very long. But I like it when my former dates call me 'Big John'. It means something distinctive to them."

Francine was a tallish woman with a proportional vaginal depth to match. She found satisfaction with the shallow stimulus provided by her average male companions. She could use something mechanical when she felt the need for something deeper. But John was offering her the rare opportunity for both in one hot package. Francine would take him up on it.

Francine came around her desk. Standing over John, she hefted his package; it completely filled her hand. Her finger tips touched his scrotum. The head, even flaccid, rubbed her wrist. She drew her fingers along the underside, skimming off the knob as John's cock fell almost to dangle. But her handling was having it effect and the rod stood away from John at a small angle, the beginning of its awakening for the task ahead.

"You're overdressed, John." Francine tugged at his leather overalls and John cooperated with her until he was standing naked in the middle of the office. There was a couch but it would sag too low and impede full penetration. She wanted John's body prone and his full erect cock wholly available. She spread his leathers on the floor. John ended up prone on his back with 'Big John' lying on his abdomen, straining to almost reach his bellybutton.

Francine saddled up her bare crotch over John's erection. 'Big John' was fat and long but not completely rigid. Francine fondled the engorged penis to work it firmer to little effect. She saw John staring at her cleavage confined by the stretch top. 'So' she thought 'maybe John's a tit-man.'

Francine lifted her top off and let her boobs bounce free. John's eyes widened and she knew she had guessed right. She placed John's hands on her breasts. For the next few minutes, she coached John on her preferred methods of thumbing nipples, cupping and kneading the masses and priming both sex mates through tit-play. John was entranced by the extended stiff nubs and rolled them provocatively with his fingertips. Francine was more than ready. When she fondled 'Big John' again, she found him hard as a ribbed steel bolt and ready to be screwed into her lubricated socket.

Francine leaned forward to maintain John's dexterous chest contact and raised her hips high, needing to go much higher than usual. She made room for the levered up shaft to tap her damp cunt lips. Alignment assured, she pressed down. 

'Big John's journey to Francine's core took some time. She was wet enough but the knob strained to spread her interior flesh. Francine labored an inch in and then paused to allow her natural elasticity to accommodate the intruder before continuing onward. Many tries later, she felt 'Big John' bump her cervix. 

After a short pause for conjoined size accommodation, Francine began a hip rock and roll that flicked 'Big John's tip on the cervical bulge, prompting a long moan from the pair, followed by little moans each time she repeated the action. Sometimes she shallowed up just a little so her soft tissue flicked the tip slit, other times she crushed down and swept firmly over the engorged knob. John's face was becoming flush; Francine assumed her own face was matching the rosy glow. She noted her breasts and chest were ruddier.

Francine wanted a different feel. She shifted to long strokes, scouring her jam-packed interior with his corona. John became animated, a bullhorn of grunts, moans and hard breaths. Francine joined his hoarse homily. Her core was a ball of nerves, glowing with sensations. Her enlivened cervix competed with her gleamed channel and enflamed cunt lips to see which would throw the switch first. It was a three way tie as Francine cried out her ecstasy. 'Big John' was second place, but only by a heartbeat. John felt Francine's cunt clamp down harder as 'Big John' erupted. Francine felt the hot shots spurt deep in her center, filling her chamber with thick gooey spunk. The fuck-mates never halted motions; they simply slowed down naturally as their fervor waned.

Francine fell forward, pressing her heated breasts against John's chest. 'Big John' was loathe to leave his warm abode but the inevitable slackening continued until he was only loosely held by Francine's stretched vagina. John wiggled and drew his cock out of her. Spunk dribbled on his groin and thighs, dripping farther onto his crumpled leathers, leaving a noticeable, wet cum stain.

Francine got up and sat again behind her desk. She re-encased her tits with the stretchy top and finger combed her disheveled hair. John examined the wet stain on the leg of his overalls. He slipped into them anyway, along with boots and hat. 

"Well, ma'am, will I get to drive the car first?"

Francine pondered the question.

"I have more interviews but you're certainly in the running. You're dismissed for now and please close the door on your way out."

John tipped his ten-gallon hat to the boss lady and left the room. Francine slumped in her chair. She was tiring and was concerned about making it through the final interview.

Francine opened the last file, Tom. The coversheet listed a few particulars. Former Air Force pilot, middle aged, previously married but widowed, two grown children, similar excellent test track driving record.

There was a knock and she resumed her power position behind the desk. Tom entered. He was a tall, dusky man, very fit, clear blue eyes with his leather overalls neat, clean, tidy. He entered the room with his head erect, magnifying the effect of his 6'-2" frame. As he approached the desk, Francine stood and extended her hand in greeting before she realized what she was doing. She just naturally gave the man her polite respect. His hand shake was firm, his eyes fixed on her eyes and his light smile just enough to convey the balance between confidence and respect.

"Good afternoon, ma'am. My name's Tom."

"Oh, please, call me Francine." She almost hiccupped with the sudden realization that this man had melted her staid demeanor within seconds of their meeting.

"Yes, ma'am... or rather Ms. Francine."

Francine perused his file, not really noticing that Tom stood at easy attention in front of her desk.

"What was your rank when you left the Air Force?"

"I was a major, ma'am... err, Ms. Francine."

Francine almost giggled but caught herself. She sang the old familiar song in her head. She raised an eyebrow as she asked "You were Major Tom?"

"Yes... Ms. Francine. Me and all the other guys named Thomas that earned the rank." He said it in a way that conveyed the information, due respect and a polite disdain for the worn out joke.

Francine regretted her remark but moved on.

"Why did you leave the Air Force?"

"My flying days were over and I didn't like desk duty. When my wife passed, I wanted to spend more time with my kids and their kids. Total Women Industries offered me this job because of my skills in operating a complex piece of machinery at the exact precision of speed, RPMs, cornering, stuff like that. That's the performance data you need to design or improve a prototype. I took the job with the understanding that I would get extended leave between projects to be with my family. I was away from my kids and wife far too much in the service and I've got things to make up for. The job's been good so far."

Francine was warming to this man. This required a different kind of interview. She closed the file and stood. Before she could say anything, Tom spoke first.

"Ms. Francine, the other two are young and they were tittering about their interviews. With all due respect, ma'am, that's just not my way. If that's what driving the car first requires, then I am not your man."

Francine pondered that.

"Yes, Tom, I can see that's not your way. It's been a long day. I am a bit weary and will soon be hungry. Would you agree to have dinner with me and we will discuss this matter further then?"

Tom agreed and they shook hands. Tom turned briskly and left the office as Francine slumped in her chair to recover her befuddled wits 

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Tom picked her up in a mid-sized sedan. They went to a small boutique restaurant with the predictable low twinkly lighting and soft non-descript house music. They asked for a side table where they could talk uninterrupted by wait staff traffic. 

Francine pressed Tom for 'war stories' but he was reserved. He had flown many combat missions but his real love was being an advanced training instructor. He fought his nation's newest battles in classrooms and practice flights. He strived to instill in the hot young jockeys the fundamentals of planning, preparation, steadiness in tight situations, using the full capabilities of the aircraft but not abusing its remarkable strengths. With a jet fighter there are no mid-air pit-stops; you're either flying or falling.

Francine found herself leaning in, elbows on table, hands cradling her chin as she listened enthralled by the calm, assured voice, mesmerized as the blue hues in Tom's eyes danced in the candle light. Her heart quickened when he told a danger story. Her heart froze when he conveyed a tragedy, a friend lost in battle or a training accident. Her heart melted when he talked of his children and grandchildren. The wine bottle emptied as Francine brimmed over with admiration for Major Tom.

After that, it was only natural that they ended up in Francine's hotel room. A couple more drinks evolved to kissing, fondling. Tom was not forward or reserved, just confident in his actions. Francine was ready, nay...eager, when Tom carried her to stand beside the bed. He gently removed her blouse, and then loosened her skirt until it hit the floor. Francine waited serenely naked as Tom patiently removing his own clothes. He took time to neatly fold and deferentially stow both their wardrobes.

Tom returned to stand in front of the naked Francine, her arms hanging limply. He held her face as he drew her in for a smoldering kiss. She ran her arms about his neck and held him tight. His arms circled her back and pressed her wondrous fleshy globes into his muscled chest. 

Tom's hands descended to cup Francine's ass cheeks. He lifted her as she encircled her thighs around his waist and locked her ankles behind him. He lay her gently down, tenderly ensconced in her pelvic saddle.

Francine wiggled her hips around until her cunt lips found his hard and swollen cock tip. Tom chivalrously cooperated with the alignment and they worked together easing Tom's cock inward. Francine's natural warmth, wetness and compression surrounded his buried erection. The lovers were loath to make any vigorous motions just yet. They reveled in the divine closeness of the other's body. They played tongue tag. Only an occasional hip jog or thigh twist interrupted the calm of their intimate juncture.

Slowly, the urge grew and small movements became larger movements. Time ticked on as the longing for more sensation caused them to increase the moves. Tom became more active with longer cock strokes. Francine was ensnared beneath Tom's lean bulk. He plowed gracefully deep inside her. Their sweat dampened skins slipped about between them, arousing them even more.

Francine was trying hard to regulate her rush to the peak but was unable to hold out. With a sudden cry of delight, her cunt rippled and pulsed as she jogged her trapped hips trying to draw Tom into her spiraling ascension. As she crossed the pinnacle, Tom slowed and waited for Francine's tense and vibrating body to calm and soften back into the mattress. Tom lay still and watched her face until he saw her eyes clear. 

"Was it good?" he asked.

"Yes" she murmured with a dazed look in her eyes.

"That is what I taught the young pilots. Use her full capabilities but don't abuse them. Pull back until you regain full control, and then reengage the target with vigor. What to try for more?"

Francine just lay tingling. Tom began a slow sensual stroke that brought that contented look back to Francine's face.

"Ms. Francine, please don't hold anything in. Let's see what happens at full throttle."

Within minutes, Francine peaked again, then twice more over the next hour. After that, Tom was a thrusting machine. He pounded her relentlessly, bumping his pubic bone hard against hers. His breath quickened and he arched high with a muffled cry as he disgorged volumes of warm cum into her receptive core.

They lay quiescent, lightly conjoined until Tom deflated. Neither moved; content to catnap in that position until it was time to try again later that night. And later, if anything, the second endurance test was even better than the first.

The room was sunlit. Francine awoke in an empty bed. There was a note on the stand.

'Ms. Francine, you looked so lovely, sleeping so peacefully, that I couldn't disturb you and ruin the image. Whomever you choose this morning, I want them prepared to use the full capabilities of the car but not abuse it. I left early to give them final briefings and instructions. I will see you at the track. Major Tom."

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Francine left the control tower and approached the test car. The keys were dangling from her hand, jingling. The three test track drivers stood online, awaiting her decision. Francine silently strode past them and slid into the driver seat. She keyed the ignition and the engine started into a low powerful rumble. Pulling the door shut, she wheeled the car onto the test track, lined up on the straightaway and 'punched it'.

TWI's newest roadster model galloped forward, not with the crush-you-back-in-your-seat acceleration, but a controlled power able to get you out of a traffic difficulty. The ride was smooth and Francine approached the end of the straightaway at a good highway speed. She eased the car into the turn and the active suspension tilted slightly inward. It was just enough to hold the passengers in seated comfort despite the centrifugal forces. The car hugged the turn. On the next straight stretch Francine thumbed the cruise control. Into the next turn, the car adjusted speed automatically to give the optimum combination of power, speed and fuel efficiency for perfect performance and comfort. Francine was thrilled with this masterpiece of machinery that Harding had composed: an economical, sporty family roadster. She was going to book more sales orders than the factories could possibly produce.

Francine's joy was tempered by the three figures standing in line as she reentered the test track prep area. She idled down, parked the car where she found it and alighted.

Francine strode to John and tossed him the keys. She pointed to the distant side of the test track and firmly gave her command.

"See that halfway track marker? Slick will ride shotgun until you get there. John, you will stop exactly there and switch drivers; both of you can claim to be the first test track driver. That's an order. If I see any funny business, you're both through at TWI. Understand?"

Slick and John smiled wide and ran to the new test car. John pulled onto the track as Slick waved out the passenger side window. Harding watched with binoculars from the elevated control room. Francine waved and gave him a 'thumbs up'. She spoke to Tom as she hugged his arm.

"I'm sorry there can't be three first time test track drivers but I suspected that you didn't really care all that much."

Tom shrugged. "Yeah, it's a great car but there will be many more tests as the production models evolve".

"That's exactly right, Tom. And Harding and I have a proposition that you may find interesting. I can't spend a lot of time travelling here from headquarters and Harding won't leave his 'babies' in amateur hands. We want you to be our liaison. You will travel between here and headquarters regularly, briefing me on the latest problems and progress. The schedule should be flexible enough to give you family time and you can fly the corporate jet on the trips. How does that sound?"

"Yes, ma'am! That sounds good. Actually, my kids live near a city midpoint between here and headquarters. Could I stop in route occasionally for visits?"

"Yes, but only on two conditions. I will still come here a few times a year and you will fly me. So first: on one of the trips when you fly me out here, I want to stop by and meet your family. I hope you will let me get to know your kids and grandkids. 

"Second: we're going to work some more on getting over that 'ma'am' thing. Do we have a deal?"

Tom gathered Francine into a bear hug, leaned in and planted a long passionate kiss on her lips that she eagerly returned. Keeping her face close to his, he smirked as he said "Yes, ma'am."



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Prologue

The departing Total Woman Academy Father Daughter Weekend crowd began milling around, mingling with their weekend mates. Final hugs, handholds and cheek buzzes animated the small groups. The murmur of laughter, farewells and thanks filled the room. Evelyn sought out Mr. Rubin. She still wore her cuffs, collar, leash and rosy topless glow. 

"Mr. Rubin, I'm still so sorry we didn't have time for my deep oral demonstration. I know you really wanted to cum down my throat before we parted. Let's talk to Mrs. Smith and see if I can take care of that before you leave."

Mr. Smith listened to Evelyn's earnest request and checked her watch.

"Oh, dear me, Evelyn. There simply won't be enough time today. However, we have an upcoming Freewill Weekend later this month. Perhaps I can arrange for Mr. Rubin to be invited for the Guest Coach roster. He will be required to rotate among the attending students per his schedule. But I'm sure I can arrange a time slot on his schedule for your deep oral demonstration."

Evelyn thanked Mrs. Smith for the consideration. 

Mrs. Smith turned to Mr. Rubin. "I hope that's satisfactory; it's the best I can do for now."

Mr. Rubin smiled broadly and voiced his agreement. Evelyn courteously escorted Mr. Rubin towards the exit. 

"Mr. Rubin, am I really going to see you back here in a few weeks?

"Absolutely."

"Promise? Please don't let me down.""

"It's a promise. I'll be here."

At the front portico, Evelyn gave Mr. Rubin a last peck on the lips. 

Mr. Rubin joined the string of melancholy fathers. Everyone sauntered unaccompanied to their waiting limousines. They were returning to their gloomy work-a-day lives. 

Mr. Rubin was not as sad as the others. His cock twitched and pulsed as he daydreamed of his impending return for Freewill Weekend at the Total Woman Academy. And Evelyn...

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Present Day

His chauffer held the rear door as Mr. Rubin alighted his limousine at the entrance to the Total Woman Academy. It was a typical Friday, he was running a little late and the other Guest Coach-Tutors had already arrived. The convoy of their limousines was departing the front gate as his towncar had entered.

"Thank you, Judy, please pick me up Sunday evening at the usual time."

"Yes, Mr. Rubin. Are you in need of anything in the meantime? Is there anything urgent for me to do?"

Mr. Rubin's cock gave a twitch. Her request usually preceded the numerous occasions when the limo had to be parked in a discrete location. The gorgeous Judy would climb in the back and take care of Mr. Rubin's sexual urgencies.

"Not this time, Judy. I'm here for Freewill Weekend. I have to save my energies for the young ladies that are awaiting my tutoring."

Judy hid her disappointment as she watched Mr. Rubin ascend the front steps to the Academy foyer. She drove away in the limo, mentally cataloging the salacious night clubs available in the nearby city, eager and determined to fill the available downtime with her own exhilarating weekend of entertainment. 

Judy was more than ready. It had been a dry spell ever since Mr. Rubin had suspended their normal routine in order to be thoroughly primed for his visit to Total Woman Academy. But there was never a dearth of sexual rendezvous for Judy when she cruised for partners among the strobe washed crowds while wearing her see-through figure-hugging club wear.

Mr. Rubin pushed through the heavy door and turned to close it behind him. He heard a gleeful shriek and running footsteps as he refaced the hallway. A bubbly Evelyn ran into his arms.

"Oh, Mr. Rubin, you worried me. When all the others arrived and you weren't with them, I was afraid you wouldn't make it."

Mr. Rubin steadied himself against the exuberant female's assault. Evelyn hugged his neck; her silky thin evening gown letting her braless tits crush into Mr. Rubin's chest. She pulled back for a lip smacking happy kiss.

A commanding woman's voice echoed the hallway. "Ms. Evelyn! Decorum, decorum!" Then the far voice laughed. Mrs. Smith walked toward the happy couple and extended her hand to Mr. Rubin.

"Welcome, sir. I am so glad you made it. Evelyn has been tittering all week about your scheduled visit. The other Guest Coach Tutors have been briefed and have already gotten started on their student mentoring activities. Please come to my office and we will get you settled and started on your roster of duties."

Seated in the office, Mr. Rubin listened as Mrs. Smith explained the plan. Normally, Mr. Rubin would be expected to wander the house and grounds all weekend, sequentially choosing willing students for Guest Coach Tutoring. 

However, since Mr. Rubin was here on special circumstances, Evelyn would be his resident guide for the weekend. Evelyn had pre-arranged Tutoring Sessions for herself and a few select students. Was that agreeable with Mr. Rubin? Mr. Rubin had no objections.

"Great. Then you are welcome to go with Evelyn and begin your duties. Good luck and please feel free to contact me if you have any questions."

Evelyn bounced up and took Mr. Rubin's hand. She led him through the hallways to the rear pool deck. Along the way they passed strikingly beautiful young ladies, in various stages of dress. All wore perfect makeup and hair. Some were coyly covered, others topless. All gave polite and respectful greetings to the honored guest.

The dusk was settling in, muting the ambient light at the pool. A few waders rustled the water. The underwater lights were on, bouncing the combined sky and water lights in waves of color. Males and females were getting acquainted for impending tutoring. Some talked, others were getting intimate: kissing, caressing, and carousing. Evelyn led Mr. Rubin to an umbrella table where a redhead sat with a clear drink, waiting.

"Maureen, look... he's here!"

Maureen stood to greet her visitors. Mr. Rubin surveyed the redhead from toe to head. She wore heels; no hose was necessary to smooth out her tan on the toned sleek legs. Her abdominals were phenomenal. Her breasts were full and round. 

Maureen wore a teal string bikini that complemented the shade of her blue-green eyes. Her full wavy red hair hung to her mid-back. Her smile was cherry red and mesmerizing. Maureen extended both hands. When Mr. Rubin offered both of his, she drew him in for bijou cheek buzzes. Her scent was tropical. She stood back but held his hands.

"I am so glad you are here, Mr. Rubin. Evelyn has been nattering about you ever since we learned you would be attending this weekend."

Maureen paused politely, tempting Mr. Rubin to chime in but he was dazed by the beauty before him. He just stared and surveyed her frame again from head to toe, pushing his hands left, then right, rotating her for a different angle of vision. Mr. Rubin used one hand to pirouette her in a slow overhead dance turn. Her butt cheeks were high and trim with a cute dimple at low back. Her loose hair swayed. She was lusciously looking the full 360.

Evelyn piped in. "Maureen has volunteered to get you settled into your residence suite. I'll catch-up with you later. Is that okay, Mr. Rubin?"

Mr. Rubin nodded, still mesmerized. Maureen took the initiative and led Mr. Rubin across the pool deck. As they entered the footpath to his bungalow, Maureen pulled his arm close, hugging Mr. Rubin's bicep to her boobs as they promenaded down the evening yard-lit pathway.

When they arrived, Maureen stood attentively in the middle as Mr. Rubin explored the suite. It was a typical TWA accommodation for Guest Coaches: a large bed, the expected special furniture and fixtures, a luxurious bath and plenty of open space for rumpus playtime activities. Mr. Rubin found his luggage already unpacked and closeted.

Maureen asked about Mr. Rubin's dining preferences. "We can adjourn to the dining room or have room service delivered here."

Mr. Rubin thought about the wearying long ride, the lateness of the hour and the vision of loveliness standing before him, waiting deferentially for his decision.

"Room Service, I think. First, I want to get cleaned up. Then, let's have a quiet dinner here in the room. Order something eclectic but not too heavy. And be sure it's something nutritious. We need to keep up our strength." He winked at Maureen. She grinned before calling in the order.

Maureen followed Mr. Rubin into the bathroom. She helped him remove his street clothes. She joined him in the shower, still in her bikini, sans heels.

Maureen lathered down Mr. Rubin, beginning with fragrant shampoo and working downward with scented body wash, covering him in foamy suds. She used the gooseneck spray to remove his body bubbles. 

Doffing her top, Maureen smeared generous amounts of body wash on her boobs. She rubbed her soft soapy mounds all over his body: front, back, limbs. Mr. Rubin's cock obviously appreciated her thoroughness and after covering his calves, Maureen kneeled up and caressed his erection between her slippery tits. Mr. Rubin's first cum of the weekend arrived shortly in a rush of pants and groans. His stickiness jumped out onto Maureen's breasts and chest as he clenched the shower stall handholds to avoid collapse. 

Maureen waited until he was calm and stable before disengaging and sluicing him again. She helped him towel and guided him to the waiting meal that had been delivered while they were splashing and playing. They ate in the nude next to the balcony glass door. Mr. Rubin adored the expansive exterior vista beside him and the voluptuous mammary view before him.

Over conversation and coffee, Mr. Rubin learned more about the lovely redhead. Maureen was a Biochemistry graduate student with a knack for performance arts. She loved to play-out exotic roles. Maureen knew which chemical scents and tastes were useful for enriching her male companions' sexual energies. She longed to turn her mates into studs with staying power; ones that spawned multi-gasms inside her before they drenched her womb with their gusty spunk.

Maureen picked at a fruit tray, asking Mr. Rubin about his favorite flavors.

"I like most everything" he replied.

Maureen expounded on the marvelous powers that tastes and scents could generate during erotic play. She smiled slyly, before excusing herself to freshen and preen. Mr. Rubin relaxed during her absence, musing on the possibilities until the bath door slowly swung open..

Mr. Rubin watched the naked Maureen re-enter the room. She beckoned him to join her next to the bed. He draw near Maureen's smiling perfection cautiously at first but then she took Mr. Rubin's hands and pulled him into her arms. Her breath was minty. Maureen softly heated Mr. Rubin with a cherry lipstick kiss. Her breasts sprawled against Mr. Rubin's chest. Maureen felt his cock rising between her legs, tapping upward along her inner thighs.

Maureen broke off and drew Mr. Rubin atop her as she lay back on the bed. His face was cuddled in her cleavage. Mr. Rubin kissed a nipple, tasted strawberry. He lapped the flavor, causing the little nub to stiffen. He treated the opposite nipple to similar usage, savoring even more strawberry delight.

Maureen gently maneuvered Mr. Rubin lower, inviting him to her nether areas. As he descended, he found a growing aroma of peaches. Maureen had coated her vaginal folds with the sweet scent and Mr. Rubin spent considerable time licking it away with his tongue. Maureen enjoyed the sensations of his cleansing efforts.

Mr. Rubin was hard as a rock and began his ascent to mount up on the talented redhead. Maureen wiggled beneath him as she arranged her body and limbs to welcome his lusty intentions. Mr. Rubin paused at her breasts and finished partaking of the strawberry residue. Maureen urged him up to her face and he smelled the minty breath and tasted the cherry lips again. His cock tip bumped her cunt lips. The soft wetness proved the success of his oral efforts to produce copious lubricants.

Maureen folded her legs around Mr. Rubin's thighs and pulled his knob inside. He thrust a few strokes that easily went the distance to bottom. Maureen moved his face to her ear, burying his nose in her tresses, feeding him the tangerine scent she had spritzed into her hair. Mr. Rubin's nostrils expanded as he breathed in the aroma. He felt his cock expand to its fullest girth as it was tightly buried in Maureen's sexual tunnel. The combination and sequence of biochemical mixtures had taken Mr. Rubin to a very nice place.

The pair jostled and stroked, rubbing their heated bodies together, mixing the flavors and aromas in a cloud of fragrance now enriched by Maureen's seeping musk. The room echoed with groans and moans, squeaks and shrieks until the paramours reaped the choicest harvest of the orgasmic orchard.

Maureen smoothed Mr. Rubin's back until he reawakened from his lingering ecstatic torpor. She gently laid him sideways, fluffed the covers over them and cuddled his face to her boobs as he spun off into a well-earned journey to dreamland. She hoped he dreamed of her. She wanted to be his perpetual dream.

During the night, Maureen awoke and silently left the bed. She filled the aerator scent capsules with a flowery mix, attuned to her plan for Mr. Rubin's morning revelation. Maureen rejoined him, lying at his side, her tits close enough to feel his breath grace their velvet smoothness. Occasionally she would arch her back, brushing her nipples against Mr. Rubin's lips. He would pucker and kiss gently, other times suckling a few swallows. She was pretty sure Mr. Rubin was dreaming of her. Maureen smiled at Mr. Rubin's coupling of his dreams and real world contact. She liked that and eased off into her own light doze.

Maureen awoke to wet warmth on her nipple. The first scent capsule had kicked in and the room smelled of lavender. That was the initial step of the aphrodisiac bouquet to follow. She saw Mr. Rubin was fully awake and engaged in his favorite pastime: sucking her tits. Mr. Rubin had succumbed to her strategy for his morning bliss. She let him suckle and play, the lavender pheromones subconsciously rousing the unwitting Mr. Rubin.

The scent changed. The air smelled of poppy. Maureen rolled Mr. Rubin on his back and mounted his thighs cowgirl. She handled his growing erection and locked his gaze. She encouraged Mr. Rubin to join her in deep breaths. The floral stimulant gave both partners an opiate boost in heart rate. The better blood flow engorged Mr. Rubin's handheld erection. Maureen gently rubbed with finger tips to stimulate his man-meat even more. She played for a long time, holding him at an elevated level of lust. Mr. Rubin was ready but Maureen waited for the final aphrodisiac flower chemical that would help her to join him completely.

It arrived with a light whiff, then a growing intensity. Morning glories exuded a biochemical which caused small contractions and tremors within a woman's vagina. Maureen looked skyward, inhaled the intoxicating odor and felt a small twinge tickle her cunt. It was time. She remained looking up and blindly rooted her hips over Mr. Rubin's groin. Holding him in position, she plunged down and settled at the bottom.

Maureen felt the stimulant induced ripples start slow and weak. She breathed deeper and the contractions rippled further and faster. Maureen added long slow strokes to the movements. Mr. Rubin lay still, allowing Maureen complete control of the sequence. The sensations of her rippling cunt playing up and down his shaft was like nothing he had ever experienced. The opiate poppy catalysts still coursed through his blood. Despite his prior ejaculations, his racing heart pushed his nerves to a hard cum. Mr. Rubin shot a stupendous wad of sperm deep inside Maureen.

Afterwards, the lovers lay resting; Maureen draped contented over Mr. Rubin's weary body. The scent of chamomile whiffed about them; the calming chemicals loosening their post-orgasmic tensions. The lolled in bed until mid-morning.

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Maureen helped Mr. Rubin into swimwear before leading him forth to the pool deck. A light buffet lunch was spread nearby. Many students and other Guest Coaches were sampling and browsing, recovering energies, sitting in small groups at umbrella tables. Maureen and Mr. Rubin joined another pair, the student a lovely young black lady. Like Maureen and nearly all the other students, she sat indifferently topless as the conversation ebbed and flowed over everything and nothing. Mr. Rubin saw Evelyn approach to his side.

"Mr. Rubin, is everything okay? Has Maureen taken good care of you?"

"Splendidly..."

"Well, it's time for you to rotate your roster and I'm next. Would you all excuse us for the rest of the day?" The gentlemen stood as the farewells were exchanged. 

Evelyn took Mr. Rubin's hand and led him across the pool deck. She stopped and Mr. Rubin turned to ask why. Evelyn placed her hands on his chest and gave a mighty push. Water spouted 10-feet-high as Mr. Rubin splashed down on his back in the pool. Evelyn jumped in behind him.

A shocked Mr. Rubin surfaced and swept the water off his face. Evelyn was there, laughing. She playfully splashed him and waded away. Mr. Rubin gave chase. He found himself suddenly surrounded by four topless, wet females, giggling, smacking water spurts at him, appealing for him to become their next session for his Guest Tutoring. A small audience of Guest Coaches gathered at poolside to watch the fun. 

Mr. Rubin was game for this game and willing to share. He pursued and captured a brown Hispanic beauty, lifting her above the water in his arms. Her arms circled his neck. She was delighted to be next in line despite any pre-arranged roster. Mr. Rubin waded towards the steps and nodded to one of the Guest Coaches. They met at pool edge. 

Mr. Rubin handed off his sexy cargo to the Guest Coach, who nodded his thanks and carried his load to a chaise lounge, ready to initiate her Tutoring Session. Mr. Rubin watched as the Hispanic student enthusiastically knelt and worked her latest Guest Coach's trunks down. He drew her head in and she playfully licked his semi-solid shaft. The Guest Coach pulled her up and pushed her bottoms off. He positioned his tutoring subject lying on the chaise and climbed aboard. Their further activities were screened from view by the elevated backrest.

Mr. Rubin returned to the other lingering topless girls and snared a short haired lithe brunette. Another Guest Coach was awarded the trophy and carried her to another chaise nearby. The third girl, an Oriental cutie, was a light load as she was transferred to the remaining Guest Coach for her sensual erudition.

Mr. Rubin now had Evelyn alone. She was unresisting as he swept her up and exited the pool. Dripping a trail, he carried Evelyn along the deck. He hadn't meant to look but was unable to ignore the scenes of the other Guest Coaches well into their lesson plans. The brunette was occupied in oral exercises while the Oriental gal was practicing her cowgirl. The Hispanic and her Guest Coach were still screened from view by the now vibrating backrest.

Mr. Rubin carried Evelyn onward to his residential suite. She had promised to prove her unbeatable deep throat techniques and Mr. Rubin was ready to evaluate the claim.

Mr. Rubin carried Evelyn across the threshold and stood her in the middle of the room. Evelyn surveyed the room and found what she was seeking. She positioned the Tantric sponge foam chair near the center. Evelyn got Mr. Rubin settled back in a low recline. She removed his soaked shorts and tossed them through the bathroom doorway where they splatted on the tile floor. Her own thong joined the wet heap of fabric.

Mr. Rubin was in a comfortable easy curl, head well supported where he could fully relax and observe the feats about to transpire. He watched Evelyn kneel between his splayed legs. Her attention was concentrated on his penis. Evelyn needed to survey Mr. Rubin's specific sensitive points and erogenous zones. She wanted to be meticulously familiar with the organ that her tongue and throat were about to engulf and stimulate. 




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Evelyn petted his length with a wetted finger pad, gently patting the shaft, sizing up the main vein and the large pliable knob. She rubbed the edges of the tip slit and the corona. She sought clues to exact positions and sensitivities. Testing a particular area, Evelyn peeked surreptitiously at Mr. Rubin's face for signs of the threshold between delight and discomfort.

Mr. Rubin's erection was growing steadily within her grasp. His cock skin stretched tighter on his swelling penile muscle, honing nerve availability. Evelyn invested time retracing her tracks and noting changes. There was more sensitivity at certain places than there was before. Mr. Rubin was fully erect and she felt his heartbeat in the cock vein. She used another finger to test the vein where it passed the perineum. Same pulse, so the throbs weren't just cock muscle ticks. The time had come.

Evelyn held his pole at an angle towards her face. "Do you feel ready? Do I have your permission to continue?"

Mr. Rubin croaked out a throated 'Yes' and hurriedly nodded as much as the foam chair allowed movement.

Evelyn held his gaze, smiled, opened wide and licked the underside of the shaft from scrotum to tip. She broke gaze and rotated her head; giving a full length lick to the left side and then the right. She returned to the underside and fluttered her tongue tip against spots she had identified as considerably sensitive during her nerve location analysis. The male muscle bobbed away in autonomic response.

Evelyn's hands never touched Mr. Rubin's cock but rather rested or swept along his outer thighs. Mr. Rubin's inner thighs were brushed by Evelyn's soft boobs as her body swayed with the strokes. Mr. Rubin gripped handfuls of the Tantric chair foam beneath his sides and butt. He was resolutely determined to escape the urge to grab Evelyn's hair and jam his cock all at once down her throat. This setup was Evelyn's specialty; as a proper gentleman, he must let her take the lead. He forced his body to détente, relax and accept the stimulus. His balls were boiling with sperm.

Evelyn positioned her mouth open and above his knob. Her tongue darted out to tease the V gap of the corona. That had been Mr. Rubin's most attuned nerve endings and he groaned at the sputtering touch. She pursed her lips and descended over the knob, letting her lips press every spot until the corona was just inside. She fluttered the V again, this time the trapped knob pulsed and Mr. Rubin's whole body juddered. She slid her lips up and down the knob several more times, finally stopping embedded to flutter once more. She waited out the repeated knob jitters.

Evelyn descended slowly, the flat of her tongue pressing the underside. At successive stages, she twisted her littoral digit around both sides, rotating her head each way to give more extent to the side shaft caress. She was successful at covering the total terrain, tongue tip touching the back of the shaft from both directions. At about three quarter depth, she felt his tip bump the entrance to her throat. Mr. Rubin was humming out moans and guttural little words of praise.

The magic moment had arrived. Evelyn breathed deep, pressed forward and took him in. The knob passed her tonsils. When Mr. Rubin was fully in, she revolved her head and neck back and forth, her tonsils performing an 'around-the-world' on his corona.

Mr. Rubin cried out from the intense stimulation. His restraint collapsed and he grabbed her hair, pulling upward. She would not comply and a struggle ensued. Evelyn braced her knees wider on the floor and hugged his thighs, unavoidably squeezing her boobs between his captured legs. Mr. Rubin braced into a forward crunch, yanking harder. But he was unstable on the foam chair and powerless to tussle with much effect. Evelyn was in control.

Mr. Rubin surrendered to his passions. He fell back in the chair and raised his face skyward. His voice rang loud and long. His open mouth, throat and lungs packed the room with the power of his ecstasy. Evelyn halted and backed his knob out of her throat just as the first ropes broke out of Mr. Rubin's cock. The ivory liquid shot forth, bouncing off the confines of her pink oral grotto and pooling under her tongue. When the discharges finally ended, she caught her breath and then swallowed the sticky volume in one gulp. 

Evelyn bent her head down and let his erection cradle on her tongue. Evelyn felt the throb of Mr. Rubin's heartbeat in his main penis vein and gauged his decreasing heart rate. His erection followed suit and decreased in firmness. She waited, peering upward through her disheveled tresses. Finally, Mr. Rubin opened his eyes and blinked to awareness. He saw her face, still worshiping his substantial but softening erection with her mouth. This time she didn't resist as his grip in her hair guided her head off his manhood. She gentled his flaccid meat against his belly. She spoke softly, caringly, reverently.

"Are you okay? That was pretty intense. I was worried that I went too far with a man your age."

"Yeah, I'm okay. Wow! I must confess that was the strongest I have cum in quite some time. You were definitely worth the wait and return trip. I'm wrung out. Can you help me up?"

Evelyn untangled herself from between Mr. Rubin's legs and helped him to slowly stand. She shuffled him to the bed where he crawled in and lay prone with arms splayed outward. She left him there to recover. Evelyn put away the Tantric chair and retrieved a cool cloth for his forehead and moist towels to clean and soothe his well worked genitals.

Mr. Rubin was tired but managed to assist getting under the covers. Evelyn joined him and snuggled her breasts into his arms and chest as Mr. Rubin settled into a deep slumber. When his breathing became stable and deep, she was satisfied that he was comfortable. Evelyn allowed herself to drift off to sleep.

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Mr. Rubin awoke in the night lying against a warm naked Evelyn. The dreams of the earlier orgasm and its afterglow had swelled his cock anew. Now that he had cum down her throat, Evelyn had concluded the primary round of sensual performances that had begun with Mr. Rubin's visit during the preceding Father-Daughter Weekend. He reminisced how she had used her cunt that weekend to lovingly caress his cock to their mutual joy and satisfaction. He was delighted that there remained time this weekend for him to savor a second helping of the previous courses from Evelyn's sexual banquet. 

Mr. Rubin rolled on top of Evelyn, poking his erection at her cunt. She slipped out of her slumber and dexterously placed his knob neatly at her ready entrance. They stroked and caressed deeply until Mr. Rubin spilled into her again, collapsed and rolled off. Waking late in the morning, they ate a room service brunch. Then they spent their remaining few hours gaily cavorting about the suite, their inventive sexual positions challenging the furnishings to bear up under lively unusual use.

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Sunday afternoon, Evelyn placed a padded wooden chair in the middle of the room. She guided Mr. Rubin to sit, facing him away from the door.

"Have you ever made love to a woman while you were blindfolded?' she asked.

Mr. Rubin couldn't think of any times though he often closed his eyes during sex.

"Well, the TWA students have tried it many times with Guest Coaches who wish to remain anonymous. Blindfolding and restraints are part of our standard TWA curriculum. Lacking tactile and visual sensory input, we center on the other senses. We find it heightens the pleasure. Would you like to try it?"

Mr. Rubin agreed. Evelyn hadn't steered him wrong yet. She placed black padded disks over his eye sockets, held in place by a folded soft satin cloth wound around his temples, effectively obscuring his vision. He was comfortable but already felt nervousness at the loss of sight. His other senses did become more alert.

Mr. Rubin smelled Evelyn's mix of floral and musk, heard her gentle breathing, felt it stir the hairs on his neck as she fastened the blindfold. Her hands patted his ears as she checked the fit. His groin gave a tinkle of ... fear... excitement... hope?

"Is that comfortable, Mr. Rubin? Are you ready for your secret woman?"

Mr. Rubin nodded as he gripped the chair seat, giving his hands a convenient resting place. 

Evelyn leaned in, her words whispered in his ear, "Enjoy this, mon Cheri... You won't be disappointed."

Mr. Rubin heard Evelyn's heels clack to the door. As it opened, he heard a pair of small girlish giggles. The door closed and a different pair of footfalls strode slowly up behind him. Her movement stirred the air; his exposed skin sensed the motion. Warm hands stole across the blindfold, his neck, his ears, checking again that the fit was snug. She stepped in front of him.

"Hello... Who are you?" Mr. Rubin voice almost quivered.

She replied with a faint 'Shhh...' and a calming finger on his lips.

The woman gently parted his knees wider. He heard and felt her squat or kneel, which one he wasn't sure, but she descended between his knees. Her hands caressed down his arms and lightly lifted his hands to her bulbous bare breasts. She guided his hesitant movements, patiently teaching him to cup, squeeze, kneed and fondle. She straightened his index finger and brushed the pad on her nipple, small circles, nub flicks. She taught his other hand similar arts on her other boob.

Her hands brushed up his inner thighs, warm hands, soft hands, hands that then cradled his scrotum. He paused in his own caresses of her boobs. She left off her genital ministrations to restart Mr. Rubin's attention to her sensitive areolae. 

She trailed her hands the same path back to his groin. Now she held his ball sack in one hand as the other hand traced the large vein of his semi-swollen erection. Mr. Rubin responded well and his cock grew until it stood proudly vertical. The preparations were going nicely.

The woman stood, sadly for Mr. Rubin, disengaging the mutual manual caresses. He felt her hands on his cheeks and felt her warm breath descend on his face. A tiny static spark jumped the gap before her minty tasting lips touched his. There upon, the pair reveled in a smoldering tongue-lashed kiss that neither wanted to end. Eventually, she backed off, playing at erratic pecks before terminating the oral link.

The woman stood silently, waiting, as Mr. Rubin breathed gently, waiting stoically for her next move. She moved, straddling his legs, still standing. A warm nipple grazed his cheek, dragging towards his lips. Mr. Rubin opened and captured the stiff nub, sucking gently, tongue-tip flicking the stiffened nub. The woman inhaled a brief sharp quaff of air before exhaling a slow, low moan. She rolled her breast against his mouth. Mr. Rubin tasted strawberry; the woman had tainted her nipples with strawberry essence.

Mr. Rubin backed off and the woman presented her other nipple for his oral efforts. The effect was similar, the flavor the same. She took his hand and held his palm to her cunt. Mr. Rubin oiled a finger with some of the plentiful moisture resident on her soft nether lips. He introduced his lubed finger into her hole. 

Mr. Rubin pressed in and felt around until he heard her sharp breath intake and took that as a sign of discovery. He pushed and slid about her G-spot and was rewarded with further and louder moans. The woman revolved her hips in small motions to encourage his explorations. His palm was moistened by her excess musk. Her chest moved in tempo and her breasts waggled slowly across his face. Mr. Rubin captured and licked each nipple as it passed teasingly by his mouth.

The woman was primed and so was Mr. Rubin. The woman moved to an impending seated coitus pose. Mr. Rubin used his slickened fingers to line up his rigid erection. The engorged knob poked at her juicy pink folds, acquiring plenty of lubrication dripping from her tube. The woman dropped her torso and smoothly encased his entire length in one unhurried passage. Mr. Rubin moaned. 

At the bottom, the woman settled her weight on his thighs. She circled his neck in a hug, brushing their cheeks together as her face slid by his. The woman held Mr. Rubin in this loving embrace for a protracted instant. Then, she rocked her hips, creating small short swishes. 

Mr. Rubin's hands rested on her hips, fingers caressing her smooth ass cheeks. The woman engaged her legs muscles to lengthen the strokes, but still kept them modest in time and span. Her hip muscles rippled rhythmically in his hands beneath her smooth taut skin. Mr. Rubin held his body motionless, letting the gentle but energetic woman provide the exertions of the coupling. 

Mr. Rubin sightless condition did indeed heighten his other senses.

Mr. Rubin felt the woman leisurely nip and suckle his earlobe. His chest felt warm, snuggled by her generous breasts rolling flattened across his pectorals. Her soft inner thighs rubbed his hips. Her spongy cunt tube pumped along his knob, corona and shaft, sending delightful skittles all along the hyper-sensitized cock and cunt conjunction. 

The woman's fragrant perfume filled his nostrils. Yet it couldn't completely mask the undertone of musk emanating from their drenched slick genital parts. They were ensconced in a sexual bouquet. His tongue retained a strawberry aftertaste.

Mr. Rubin heartbeat thumped in his temples and eardrums. Squishing sounds emanated from their junctures at groin and nipples. Despite her workout, the woman breathed easy, her slow breaths resonant in his ear. 

The woman added more length and less time to each stroke, increasing the pace. She bumped Mr. Rubin's pubic bone with hers, adding a little hip roll to accentuate the contact. Mr. Rubin's auditory response, his quickening breath and sharp little grunts, communicated clearly to her that he liked that move. She employed it randomly, teasing Mr. Rubin by its sporadic suspense.

As Mr. Rubin's ardor rose, the woman hesitated, resting static at the bottom, waiting for his drawback from the ascent. She was adroitly working Mr. Rubin towards an earth-shattering carnal detonation. Step by step, she carried Mr. Rubin higher, then retreated before pushing him to an even higher level.

The woman was impressed by Mr. Rubin's endurance; most of her previous encounters with older men had concluded more quickly. She was unable to anticipate Mr. Rubin's ultimate limits, but she was willing to go on relentlessly as long as necessary. She was proud of her own stamina when he finally crossed over the summit and began his orgasmic descent into bliss. His entire body stiffened as hard as his cock. He bellowed, gripping her ass as she hugged him even tighter in her arms. She held on, halting her moves as she became his receptacle of lust. His sperm pulsed strongly inside her cunt. She felt the volume of his fluid volume filling and nourishing her core, its warmth, no...its heat, electrifying her womb. She was thrilled by his staying power.

Mr. Rubin was lost in a mental fog, his whole energy focused on his orgasm. He felt the sequential semen ropes rushing up and out of his solid penis. His back jerked and vibrated as he jetted out his essence. The last rope burst forth and he held his hips high and unmoving until the spasm passed. 

Mr. Rubin sagged forward. Despite prior weekend matings, this one had been his most intense. He clutched the young woman to his chest as he shuddered out the last spasm of tension. They nuzzled ears and lips, hands now caressing sweaty backs, shoulders and necks in a leisurely afterglow and cool-down.

The woman whispered a gracious compliment in his ear. "Oh, Daddy, that was wonderful..."

DADDY!?

Mr. Rubin pushed back and whipped off the blindfold. As his vision cleared from the sudden bright light, he stared into the face of his daughter, Suzy. Her wide eyed startle changed to a sly smile. Her makeup was mussed but her radiant face was flushed with ecstatic pleasure. Her full dark hair was tousled and some stray sweaty strands driveled down her temples and cheeks. 

Mr. Rubin stuttered "Suzy! Oh My God... What the hell... "

Suzy teased a finger down his cheek, cocking her head with its continuing smile. "Which is it, Daddy, heaven or hell?"

Mr. Rubin paused to consider her question. His hard cock was still inside her heavenly pussy. That felt good. There would be hell to pay when certain people found out about this. That was bad.

"Suzy, what will your Mother say?"

Suzy laughed, the rolling chuckles wobbling her stiff nipples against her Daddy's warm sweaty chest.

"She'll say 'Good Job, Suzy'. This was Mom's idea."

Now Mr. Rubin was really perplexed. What was going on?

Suzy explained. "Mom has decided to fulfill her annual pledge to the TWA Alumni Fund with three months of personal service over the summer. I don't know which facility, she wouldn't tell me. It could be the clinic, the resort or one of the request venues.

"Anyway, she wasn't about to leave you home alone all summer to fend for yourself. I'm coming home this summer after graduation. Mom said this stealthy ruse would get you past any paternal qualms or inhibitions about fucking me. I'm going to take good care of you, Daddy, in every way. Agreed?" 

Suzy pecked his sugar lips and gave her twat a wiggle that sent a last undulation up her Daddy's shrinking shaft. Mr. Rubin felt the vaginal wave and relaxed his body. Without further deliberation, he signaled his surrender to the planned summer arrangements by jogging his hips in reply.

"Well, Suzy, looks like we're past any paternal qualms and inhibitions. When are you coming home?"

"I finished all my classes and requirements last week. I'm leaving with you today. I'm already packed."

Mr. Rubin's redacted penis fell out of Suzy's slick cunt. Strings of semen and musk dripped from her flooded pussy. Suzy tenderly eased off his lap. She retrieved a towel and cleaned her father's cock and balls.

Suzy helped Mr. Rubin don slacks, shirt and sandals. She pulled on thong panties and draped a loose shirt on her shoulders. That was enough for the ride home. Suzy's heels clicked as they strolled through the foyer and outside. Judy was loading the limousine trunk with their combined luggage. She held the rear door as Mr. Rubin and Suzy dipped inside. When the door closed, the father daughter pair cuddled together in the black leather seat. 

Mr. Rubin looked out the shaded window at the Academy entrance where topless Evelyn and Maureen had emerged, tits jostling as they waved a vigorous good bye. Suzy waved back through the smoked rear windshield as the limo rolled out the gate.

Suzy returned her attention inward and stroked her father's arm. "Daddy... Maureen and Evelyn asked if they could visit us at the beach house after graduation. Can we invite them for the summer?"

Mr. Rubin heart skipped a beat...with joy! That was a great idea! He dreamily pondered the possibilities. A house stocked with nubile females, especially three whom he had already exhaustively fucked, was very appealing. Serial bed companions during the night, ménage-a-trois, oral contests, orgies, mate swapping with guest couples... the variety could well be endless. 

"Okay, but no unexpected visitors; I pre-approve anyone who comes to the house. I may choose to invite some of my friends over for party get-togethers but I don't want any other boys hanging around. This summer is reserved for you and me and my friends... and Maureen and Evelyn, of course."

"That's fine, Daddy; whatever you want. Whoever, whatever, whenever: we'll take turns keeping you satisfied however you choose. We are yours for the taking anytime. If you let us, we'll discretely find amusements elsewhere at the beach when you need a break. Thanks, Daddy." Suzy pecked his cheek.




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Reconciled to being homeward bound, Mr. Rubin settled into his seat and now took a good long look at his daughter. She had blossomed well. The Total Woman Academy had done magnificently these past few years, turning his little girl into a Total Woman. He couldn't wait to get Suzy home and probe further into her alluring charms.

Really... he couldn't wait. Mr. Rubin lovingly cupped and fondled his daughter's uncovered tit. He stared into her eyes. Suzy looked serenely at his face, willing and waiting. He placed her hand on his pants covered groin. Suzy fully understood the implication. She rubbed gently before she unzipped and extracted his freshly swelled rod. Her hand circled the shaft and her thumb rubbed the V beneath his swollen knob. Mr. Rubin gave a final bounce to Suzy's magnificent tit before cupping her chin for a smoldering kiss. As they swooned, he laid her back on the seat and crawled atop her. 

Judy had overheard their plans and watched in the rearview mirror as the father-daughter pair tipped out of sight to ramp-up their foreplay. Her weekend had been satisfying as well, with multiple encounters during her club crawls. Her mates had been virile and enthusiastic. She flipped a switch and closed the mirrored glass panel between the driver and passenger compartments, giving her passengers their privacy. For now, she would give them time to get accustomed in their fresh new relationship. Later, Judy would make known her eagerness to join the action at the summer beach house. It was a job perk that she was rarely denied.

A couple of times during the six hour trip, Judy felt the limousine exhibit uncommon bounces and rattles. It wasn't caused by the road; it was caused by the animated passengers. She smiled gleefully; the summer looked very promising.



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Prologue

Mr. Rubin looked out the limousine's shaded window at the Academy entrance where topless Evelyn and Maureen had emerged, tits jostling as they waved a vigorous good bye. Suzy waved back through the smoked rear windshield as the limo rolled out the gate.

Suzy returned her attention inward and stroked her father's arm. "Daddy... Maureen and Evelyn asked if they could visit us at the beach house after graduation. Can we invite them for the summer?"

Mr. Rubin heart skipped a beat...with joy! That was a great idea! He dreamily pondered the possibilities. A house stocked with nubile females, especially three whom he had already exhaustively fucked, was very appealing. Serial bed companions during the night, ménage-a-trois, oral contests, orgies, mate swapping with guest couples... the variety could well be endless. 

"Okay, but no unexpected visitors; I pre-approve anyone who comes to the house. I may choose to invite some of my friends over for party get-togethers but I don't want any other boys hanging around. This summer is reserved for you and me and my friends... and Maureen and Evelyn, of course."

"That's fine, Daddy; whatever you want. Whoever, whatever, whenever: we'll take turns keeping you satisfied however you choose. We are yours for the taking anytime. If you let us, we'll discretely find amusements elsewhere at the beach when you need a break. Thanks, Daddy." Suzy pecked his cheek.

Reconciled to being homeward bound, Mr. Rubin settled into his seat and now took a good long look at his daughter. She had blossomed well. The Total Woman Academy had done magnificently these past few years, turning his little girl into a Total Woman. He couldn't wait to get Suzy home and probe further into her alluring charms.

Really... he couldn't wait. Mr. Rubin lovingly cupped and fondled his daughter's uncovered tit. He stared into her eyes. Suzy looked serenely at his face, willing and waiting. He placed her hand on his pants covered groin. Suzy fully understood the implication. She rubbed gently before she unzipped and extracted his freshly swelled rod. Her hand circled the shaft and her thumb rubbed the V beneath his swollen knob. Mr. Rubin gave a final bounce to Suzy's magnificent tit before cupping her chin for a smoldering kiss. As they swooned, he laid her back on the seat and crawled atop her. 

Judy had overheard their plans and watched in the rearview mirror as the father-daughter pair tipped out of sight to ramp-up their foreplay. Her weekend had been satisfying as well, with multiple encounters during her club crawls. Her mates had been virile and enthusiastic. She flipped a switch and closed the mirrored glass panel between the driver and passenger compartments, giving her passengers their privacy. For now, she would give them time to get accustomed in their fresh new relationship. Later, Judy would make known her eagerness to join the action at the summer beach house. It was a job perk that she was rarely denied.

A couple of times during the six hour trip, Judy felt the limousine exhibit uncommon bounces and rattles. It wasn't caused by the road; it was caused by the animated passengers. She smiled gleefully; the summer looked very promising.

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Present Day

Mr. Rubin wore only tennis shorts as he swaled in the comfy living room couch, his chauffeur Judy leaning her boobs against his side, seated on folded under legs. It was Mid-Summer's Eve and the girls had been pestering him to let them have a girls' night out on the town for the annual all night festivities. Over the past weeks, the local village summer help, the beefy bartenders and golden tanned life guards, had expressed repeated entreaties for their company that special night. The girls had responded with 'maybes', letting the boys sweeten their requests with more than probing questions. Their subsequent carnal probing was much more persuasive.

Mr. Rubin had slowly relented but not completely. He would allow all but one to go; one of them needed to stay and attend to his desire to probe a bit as well. Thus, the need for a contest arose. The girls would prepare for their long night on the town, dressing and preening to the perfection expected of a TWA graduate. Mr. Rubin would judge which young lady had faltered and that fallen angel would stay behind for his private celebrations at the bungalow.

Judy leaned her head on Mr. Rubin's shoulder as she whispered the question in his ear.

"Which one?" she inquired.

Mr. Rubin was silent as he perceived the three lovely visions before him and his mind wandered back over the preceding months. After settling into the beach house, Mr. Rubin had devoted his free time to his daughter, Suzy, while his wife, a TWA Alumnus, fulfilled her annual pledge contribution by performing personal service for one of TWA's affiliated venues. Suzy stayed with her Daddy to keep him firmly and snuggly within the family folds. Mr. Rubin sent Judy back to the Total Woman Academy where she collected the newly graduated Maureen and Evelyn. They had arrived at the beginning of Memorial Day weekend and the weekend had indeed been memorial. 

The long weekend had been a time of exploration as he rediscovered the diversities within his summer harem. A fickle urge would pique Mr. Rubin's imagination and he would select his next playmate to act it out. He tried hard to maintain a loose rotation so that he could sample the collective ensemble and also share his time and talents fairly. Each woman shared his bed in turn; likewise they shared his beach blanket, couch and pool lounge chair.

After that holiday, a more consistent system devolved to accommodate Mr. Rubin's hectic home office schedule; he organized regular stress breaks during the day and the girls provided his relief. Mr. Rubin was permitted to veto the random volunteer and he never had. The unplanned variability maintained his masculine libido. But even four willing women were not enough variety to last the whole summer. Mr. Rubin invited some friends from his TWA Pledge Contributor associates for the upcoming weekend.

Mr. Black and Mr. White showed up escorted by their TWA enrolled daughters. There were now six exquisite women and three mature men ready to party hearty. The six women sequestered themselves momentarily to get things organized. A tote board was setup and names were entered on 12-hour time slots for the next few days. For each shift, there would be three different women on companionship duty while the other three attended to cuisine and housekeeping. The tote board was displayed in the common room for everyone to see their schedule. The lineup for the last time slot on Sunday evening was left blank and would be revealed at that time. With fucking sequences established, each male collected his first scheduled female and the long weekend was off to a full bang start. The following days and nights were filled with erotic ecstasy. 

Loud moans in the night often stirred awake drowsing partners who renewed their own activities. Sometimes doors creaked as an amorous pair skipped to the beach for some late night skinny dipping and surf fucking. During the daylight, the families visiting the nearby summer bungalows were neighborly and discreet. But at night, they noticed the neighborhood fathers carousing on the beach with their younger resident females, perhaps live-in maids or babysitters. 

Mr. Rubin and his guests gathered before the tote board at dusk on Sunday for their final night of this wonderful get-together. With a flourish, the last overnight combination of the weekend was revealed. Mr. Rubin, Mr. Black and Mr. White would enjoy the favors of their own daughters... and a third companion of their choice. Mr. Rubin quickly selected Judy to complete his nocturnal trio. Mr. Black and Mr. White were in accord because they separately craved Evelyn and Maureen. With nothing further to tarry them, the three groups scrambled to their bedrooms to consummate their last carnal pairings of the weekend.

Ensconced behind their bedroom door, Mr. Rubin, Suzy and Judy stripped what little they wore and squirmed in conjoined foreplay. Mr. Rubin pinned Suzy in missionary pose and drove his ready erection into her welcoming pussy. Judy tenderly contributed body caresses and encouragement, stoically certain that her turn was next. Mr. Rubin wound higher until he and Suzy clutched and collapsed in maddened cries of delight. Judy soothed and cooed them to a saner place.

Mr. Rubin awoke later with Judy's breath tickling his ear as her fingertips tinkled his cock. He lay quiescent under Judy's manipulation until she determined he was set. Judy mounted up and galloped to a roaring orgasm. Suzy lay by to aid if needed but Mr. Rubin and Judy seemed to have things under control. Undeterred by Mr. Rubin's slower building heat, Judy simmered her ardor until she compelled Mr. Rubin into his orgasm, joining him with her second peak.

Mr. Rubin lay still as Judy dizzily dismounted. The naked females snuggled against the naked Mr. Rubin. Later still, as light was dawning, he awoke to find Suzy softly sucking his semi-rigid cock. He let her bring him on until he spewed his paternal nectar onto her tongue. Suzy and Judy rested their chins on his navel as they shuttled the cum wad between their puckered lips until each had an equal portion. They swallowed and then took turns searching out wayward semen pearls on Mr. Rubin's cock and balls.

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Now, on Mid-Summer's Eve, as Judy slid her fingers up and down his cotton-covered cock, Mr. Rubin was faced with a decision. Which of these total knockouts was the least of the total knockouts?

Maureen was radiant in her body hugging green lame cocktail dress. The hem was high thigh on her statuesque legs and the strapless sheath exposed most of her impeccable cleavage above. Her hands were clasped tight in front as she swayed her body in nervous anticipation. Her tense arms compressed and boosted her enticing bosom even more. The sequin-sparkles of the green fabric matched her eyes and her russet waves covered her shoulders to mid back. She was biting her lower lip, almost smudging the bright red lipstick. However, her other evocative face tones were perfection. Her green eyes intensely inspected Mr. Rubin's facial expressions for any hints of disappointment as he scrutinized her figure from her red painted toenails to her mascara laden eyebrows. Without suggesting judgment, he shifted his covetous gaze to the next beauty in the lineup.

Evelyn was shorter and rounder with dusky coloring. She had chosen a man-baiting white stretchy maillot with a barely discernable inner brassiere liner. The hidden bra pads were still unable to screen her stiff nipples as they pebbled atop her rounded boobs. The short pleated skirt rode easily on her appealing hips and ass. Mr. Rubin liked her dark but tasteful makeup, her tilted smirk and the devilish look in her eye. With her brunette pigtails and low sandals, she looked like a naughty farmer's daughter raring to go to the barn dance on a Saturday night. If she went as imagined, he supposed she would spend more time horizontal dancing in the parked cars outside than vertical do-see-does inside the dance hall.

Suzy looked stunning in her black cocktail dress, sheer hose and heels. Mr. Rubin's heart skipped a beat; he truly cherished his time with his grown daughter. All summer, Suzy had been lavish in her efforts to care for his needs. So he had concluded that regardless of the presentations tonight, she deserved her night out. Likewise, Judy would accompany the night revelers as their chaperone and guardian. Mr. Rubin was left to pick either Maureen or Evelyn and it was a daunting decision.

"Maureen, you will stay here with me. Suzy, Judy and Evelyn, have a fun and safe evening on the town."

Judy pecked Mr. Rubin's cheek and bounded to the other ladies as they hugged and chattered their parting goodnights. Maureen stood her place in the presence of the lounging Mr. Rubin as the departing trio skipped out of the bungalow. When the doors closed and the noises receded, Maureen turned her full attention to Mr. Rubin. She awaited his commands and desires.

"Maureen, Mid Summer's Eve was a time that the ancients venerated for its carnal pleasures. The Druid priests spent all year scouting out and preparing a lineup of nubile females for the Celtic chieftain's choosing. The chieftain picked the choicest of the maidens to absorb his wantonness throughout the festival night. He valued vivacity over virginity so the priests spared no effort to tutor her well in the sensual arts. If the chosen maiden pleased the chieftain, the priests would receive generous donations throughout the coming year as they prepared a new covey of debutantes for the next annual tribute."

Mr. Rubin paused for effect. Maureen froze in his firm gaze, her eyes tilted downward, humbled by her short-fall of perfection. He continued with a steady vocal cadence, almost terse.

"Our contest rules stated that I would select the least prepared housemate to join me tonight."

Mr. Rubin paused again. Maureen was staring at the floor, anticipating the coming rebuke for her lesser preening. Mr. Rubin extended the uncomfortable silence. Maureen raised her eyes just enough to find a small grin on his face. She looked more purposefully at his relaxed repose. His smile widened as he continued talking less sternly.

"But I cheated. Like the shrewd Celtic chieftains, I selected the choicest maiden among the choicest of the maidens. I picked you to quench my carnal fire tonight. You are here with me now because you are the best of the bunch, not the least."

Maureen looked confused; unable to speak. Mr. Rubin provided her with a softer frame of reference. He used a remote control to lower the lights to a glow and start a sensual Gaelic flute and tambourine melody.

"Total Woman Academy has been a kind of Druid priesthood, priming you as a modern day equivalent to the fairest of the fair Gaelic maidens. Your training anticipated encounters with men like me, contemporary successors to the Celtic chieftains. Follow your destiny, Maureen. Show me how you revere the ancient rituals of Mid-Summer's Eve."

Mr. Rubin relaxed into the cushions without wavering in his attentiveness to the lust nourishing female standing before him. Maureen realized that she was to be Mr. Rubin's Mid-Summer Eve's dream cum true. She fell into character and stretched her statuesque body taller. She drew back the red locks falling on her cheeks and flicked the long strands behind her shoulders. She held Mr. Rubin's gaze with the self-confident poise she had accrued at TWA.

Maureen's let her high heeled foot tap to the tempo of the music and her hips slipped side-to-side with the beat. The lame dress spritzed prickles of reflected light. Her hands bunched her long red hair above her head as she slowly turned in place, oscillating her body packed inside the clinging dress, eyes locked on the admiring Mr. Rubin. On the very last bit of turn, she broke eye contact. Still dancing in place but facing away, Maureen reached back and pulled her auburn waves forward away from her dress closure. Her hands fumbled with the back clasp and then sensuously lowered the zipper all the way down to her ass cheeks. The dress panels peeled open like a blooming flower, revealing her bare back. She was braless. A body shrug dropped the dress inside out to drape from her waist. Her palms pushed it lower and the sparkly green lame pooled about her ankles. Her smooth skinned ass cheeks encased the barely-there black thong, the string thin tie straps arcing over her hip bones.

Mr. Rubin expected Maureen to pirouette and dramatically display her bounteous bosom to his feasting eyes. Maureen teased him instead. Her hands pressed and separated the globes on her chest, showing Mr. Rubin classic sidewinder bulges. Holding her hair aloft again, she shimmied, providing stealthy peek-a-boo glimpses of the bounding globes sidling past her torso. When she stopped the shaking, she waited and listened closely for signs of his arousal. She heard Mr. Rubin twist on the cushions, seeking more room in his crotch for his growing erection. Her coyness was working its magic. Maureen had Mr. Rubin thinking ahead to when her heavy funbags would be available again for his unrestricted manhandling. It was time to move onward.

Simple was best. Maureen lowered her arms to clasp fingers behind her back, cocked a toe behind a heel and executed an efficient about-face. Maureen's boobs jostled and settled. Mr. Rubin stared enthralled. He knew the familiar breasts that he had played with these past weeks but now saw that Maureen had been extra busy this evening. She had broadened her areolas with a rose colored gloss and the nubs highlighted with a darker hue. It gave her tits the even larger and fuller look that he craved. 

With hands still submissively hidden behind her, Maureen cocked her head in an inquisitive tilt. Mr. Rubin neither changed his gape nor moved a muscle. Maureen shimmied her tits to get his attention. He noticed that and awoke from his stupor, indolently beckoning her to him. She model-strode forward on hard stepping heels, rousting her semi-liquid globes as she closed the distance. Maureen's black thong covered her cameltoe, but barely. She stopped at his extended feet. Mr. Rubin saw the sheen of Maureen's arousal infusing the silky fabric, a subtle sign of her parallel yearning. He smelled her faint floral perfume with her redolent vaginal musk playing undertone.

Their eyes locked in challenge as though each wanted the other to blink first, relinquishing control. Mr. Rubin took the lead as they continued to stare. He motioned her down with lowered palms as he separated his legs. Maureen squatted between his knees, settling her ass on the fashionable black high heels strapped to her feet. 

"Remove my shorts, you shameless lass."

Eyes still fixed on his, Maureen brought her hands forward and worked Mr. Rubin's belt and zipper. His bulky erection appeared in the opened fly, pointing towards his navel. She gripped the cotton material and pulled. Mr. Rubin lifted his butt to aid Maureen's allotted chore. She slid the pants off his ankles and laid them aside. Her hands returned to rest on her thighs. 

Maureen had held Mr. Rubin's gaze throughout, until now. As tutored, Maureen deferentially shifted her focus to Mr. Rubin's engorged penis and awaited his further instructions. Therewith, Maureen lost the eyeballing contest. She had affirmed the male's sexual hegemony and Mr. Rubin took over his duly acknowledged control. 

"Suck it" he growled.

Maureen heard the power-tone in Mr. Rubin's voice. She followed her learned instinct to comply. With wetted her lips, she leaned her body forward with hands still braced on her thighs. Maureen lapped tongue flutters from stem to crown and then engulfed the knob. Her lips levered Mr. Rubin up and descended on his shaft. His bulky cock was fully encased in her mouth; she held in place and rhythmically slurped on his dick. Her mouth treated his dick like a milkshake straw, trying hard to draw the delicious thick fluid out of its container. She wagged her tongue on his undershaft as her cheeks hollowed during each potent pull.

Maureen was very good at blowjobs. She had received practice quite often at the Total Woman Academy and Mr. Rubin had exploited her mouth numerous times over the preceding weeks. He feigned small grunts and moans, subtle compliments intended to spur Maureen's enthusiasm for excellence. Even though the night was young, he was not; Mr. Rubin had no intension of squandering his essence down Maureen's throat. He wanted to fuck her and feel Maureen's luscious body writhe in ecstasy within his encircling arms. His hands cradled her temples and he pushed her head back.




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"That was very nice, my dear. Now stand astride my legs."

Maureen rose and shuffled into position as Mr. Rubin closed and bent his knees. He reached forward to her groin, snatching at her impertinent cunt-cover. Maureen tensed as the thread thin ties obediently snapped with the force. Mr. Rubin inhaled her aroma before chucking the dew drenched fabric over his shoulder.

Mr. Rubin wedged a throw pillow behind his lower back and got his body aligned at a more vertical angle. Maureen stayed in pose as Mr. Rubin now fingered her pussy folds, surveying her abundant juice, pushing his wetted digit inside. He assured himself that Maureen could not cause him desiccated discomfort.

"Fuck me, Maureen. Take me deep, take me tight and take me extra special on this extra special occasion."

Maureen shuffled into plunge position with her hands braced on the couch behind Mr. Rubin's shoulders and her knees on the seat cushion edges. Her heels were braced against the floor. Mr. Rubin held his cock upright as Maureen made contact, tested the alignment with a few tentative jabs and then settled to the bottom of Mr. Rubin's bulky erection with one prolonged thrust. Mr. Rubin eyes clenched as his growl drowned in his throat, signaling his joy and approval of Maureen's initial technique. He mentally surfaced to find Maureen's ornate nipples dangling beneath her inclined chest. Mr. Rubin hefted the mighty mounds, one in each hand. He bobbed them on his palms. Maureen watched his hands as they freely fondled her boobs, welcoming his caresses and attention. She heard him speak as he kneaded the masses.

"You made quite a provocative proposition during your striptease. So I will accede to your immodest appeal and manhandle these fun-bags until your cunt induces my cock to shower your womb with my spunk."

Mr. Rubin squeezed her feminine masses affectionately and gave them a few harsh jotters to prompt Maureen's attention back to her looming duties at their conjoined groins. She braced on the couch and unhurriedly slid her warm lubricated membranes up and down his cock. Mr. Rubin felt every fleshy fold within her cavern slide across his corona. He waggled his butt to muster Maureen into hip rolls and vaginal clamping. Satisfied when she complied with his demands, Mr. Rubin returned to the task in his hands.

As Maureen pistoned, her body swayed and rocked her boobs. At first, Mr. Rubin tried to steady her pendulous motions with cupped palm support. Then he played a game of tap and slap, bobbling them together and apart. Tiring of that amusement, Mr. Rubin gripped the nips and tried to hold them in one place as the attached globes wobbled freely above his clutching fingers. Clasping tighter, he felt Maureen winze and yip; a muscle spasm undulated along her feminine cavity. 

Mr. Rubin pinched again, harder this time. Another spasm ripped along his rod. This was interesting. Maureen had her mouth clenched and eyes screwed shut while enduring the alternating stimulus and discomfort on her nipples and groin. She paused.

"Darling maiden, don't stop. Keep going. You have your mission of my emission to complete."

Maureen eased into more plunges as Mr. Rubin held loosely to her nipples. Suddenly, he pinched and she shuddered. He felt her muscles caress his cock again. The exhilarations of manly control coalesced in Mr. Rubin's groin. His balls percolated with sperm and his cock knob buzzed. The supreme moment was approaching.

And it arrived. Just before his pulses travelled up his tube, Mr. Rubin released Maureen's tits and wound his arms tightly around her body, crushing his panting chest tightly against her soft enflamed breasts. Maureen braced her arms, knees and heels in an effort to hold in place and support Mr. Rubin's weight suspended on her above the cushions. Mr. Rubin bellowed and shuddered his hips in midair as his fluids flowed into Maureen's womb. Five distinct spurts crashed into her fleshy walls. Maureen shut her tearful eyes, smiling through the mixture of hurt and joy. She had succeeded in granting Mr. Rubin's wish for a spectacular Mid Summer's Eve celebration of lust.

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After the living room performance, the exhausted celebrants wearily crawled to bed. Later in the night, Mr. Rubin woke with the lovely naked Maureen cuddled against him. The full moon lit the bedroom. Maureen murmured ohh's and ahh's as she twitched her hips in her sleep. She was obviously dreaming of being fucked again after missing her orgasm in the living room. Mr. Rubin felt a patriarchal obligation to fulfill her dream, just as she had fulfilled his.

Mr. Rubin nuzzled Maureen's face with small kisses and nose rubs. She stirred from her slumber. Mr. Rubin lazily smoothed his hand across her hips, ass and back, drawing her into consciousness. Maureen smiled and returned a soft moist kiss.

Mr. Rubin rolled her over and arranged her in missionary pose. They continued the oral affections as Maureen levered Mr. Rubin's erection against her alluring hole. Mr. Rubin was slow and gentle while inserting his cock. When he was deep inside, they rocked their bodies. Mr. Rubin reacted chivalrously to Maureen's verbal and body clues, signs of her growing pleasure. He adjusted his weight, his depth and his tempo in order to maximize her sensations. Maureen traipsed through several minis and then a full blown orgasm. At last, she pleaded for him to take her hard. Mr. Rubin indulged her and hammered away until they joined together in a frenzied chorus before collapsing intertwined. Thus, Mr. Rubin achieved his secondary goal of the evening; the exquisite Maureen had writhed with ecstasy in his encircling arms.

They lay that way until dawn broke. Still entangled, Mr. Rubin's manhood stiffened and they coupled up sidesaddle. The thrusts were moderate and pleasant, the heat growing slowly. They sensed a commotion in the hallway, the bedroom door sprang open and the night-out trio of giggling housemates tumbled into the room.

"...and then the tall one asked..." Their conversation trailed off when the girls spied the lovers undulating amorously in bed. They suppressed their tithers with hand covered mouths, calmly but impatiently watching as Mr. Rubin and Maureen concluded their night of revelry in affectionate style. Peering over Maureen's afterglow embrace, Mr. Rubin beckoned the dawdling others to his bedside. He studied the recent arrivals. With makeup smudged and clothes disheveled, they exuded a blushing image of fucked out satisfaction. He queried their mood.

"How was your night, my blissful dears? Did you worship the gods of lust and debauchery in true Mid Summer's Eve panache?"

"Oh yeah, it was really great. Except that we figure it was better for us than it was for Evelyn. She picked up a ruggedly handsome beau-hunk, some rowing crew member. Then she had trouble cumming; he had a really small dick."

Mr. Rubin reached out for Evelyn's hand and kissed her fingers. He held her that way as he declared "Then you must join me here in bed tonight and we will resolve that problem together. Okay?"

Evelyn smiled her agreement and joined the other girls in animated recaps about love lost and lust found during their raucous celebrations of Mid-Summer's Eve.



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Prologue

To: Victor, Senior Pageant Trainer, Retired

From: Ms. Smith, Chairwoman, Total Woman Pageants Board of Directors

Subject: Congratulations!!!

What joy! On behalf of everyone at Total Woman Pageants, I extend our fondest best wishes to you and your new bride, this year's Ms. North America!

We are happy that, after your lifetime of dedication to guiding and steering countless young women in attaining their life dreams, you have found the one who can bring you the true happiness you so deserve.

But as well, we are saddened to learn of your decision to retire from pageant training. We, and our clients, will miss your expertise and the results you achieved through your special and effective training techniques. We understand your desire to rest from your exertions and concentrate your attention and energies to your new nuptial responsibilities.

However, if and when you become ready for diversity in your new life, please do not hesitate to contact us. We can afford you opportunities to be a select gentleman for Total Woman Academy Freewill Weekends. And we would be thrilled to sponsor both you and your wife as Academy Guest Lecturers Emeritus. Other business ventures requiring your unique skills might also be considered.

As always, you have our greatest admiration and gratitude for your past endeavors. Please be assured that our desire for future collaborations is genuine. Please consider our offers at your leisure. The door at Total Woman Pageants and its affiliates is always open to you, Victor, our old and valued associate. 

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Present Day

Victor and Tricia walked through the lobby of the plush resort convention complex. The Pageant Matriarch greeted her old friends with bijou cheek buzzes and escorted them into the auditorium, guiding them to the Judges Table in the Orchestra Well.

Numerous women in various styles of dress were practicing and parading onstage.

It was the Dress Rehearsal Days before the annual Ms. North America Pageant several evenings hence. As last year's winner and the coach of last year's winner, Tricia and Victor had been awarded a lucrative consulting contract to give a polish-up coaching to any contestant they deemed worthy of their efforts. Victor had delegated the final selection process completely to his new bride Tricia, trusting her and fate to make this a memorable and worthwhile excursion.

Over the next few hours, Victor watched the young women sing, dance, answer questions, parade in shear flirty gowns, model skimpy swim suits and pose in various neo-fetish attires. He paid attention to their beauty and their sex appeal. Victor didn't care about their intelligence. Nobody attended or bought advertising for a beauty pageant to see female brains on parade. Tits, ass and sexual energy were the key ingredients. Sex sells; the more risqué the deed, skimpy the costume or suggestive the demeanor, the better chance the model would win the pageant prize. Concurrently, the sponsors and advertisers would gain potential market share.

Victor inspected and scrutinized the array of female grandeur on display. He spoke in fitting terms, praising a risqué costume or lewdly singling out a contestant's flaunted carnal feature. He vulgarly chortled when one woman slyly teased him with a suggestive motion. This was prime female flesh presented for his choosing. Tricia took extensive notes on each candidate, keeping track of which ones particularly enticed Victor's lust and approval.

In the end, Tricia selected a few candidates she deemed worthy of Victor's 'polishing up'. Tricia spent a long time afterwards with a conference telephone call, some of it heated, other times conciliatory. Then Tricia talked again with the Pageant Matriarch. Tricia was assured that the Pageant organization would make all suitable arrangements for Tricia and Victor's special needs. The entire conference center staff and facilities were available for Victor to perform his valuable duty as the Polishing Coach.

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Victor and Tricia were seated in comfy chairs arranged before the low practice stage of a private interview room. Brown stood on stage, singing. Her hair was up in a fashionable bun with a few loose tendrils framing her made-up face. Victor thought she was okay as a singer but dynamite as a beauty pageant contestant.

Brown was a Hispanic beauty from the desert southwestern States. She was average tall, which helped balance her cherubic roundness into a more hourglass figure. Her skin, hair and eyes were diverse shades of brown. Victor guessed there were other shades of brown awaiting his inspection beneath the chic red gown.

Brown finished her song. She stood attentively, listening for her directives to move into subsequent talent displays: promenading the stage in her heels and gown, answering inane pageant questions, practicing shocked surprise when the winners were announced.

Tricia was not really interested in those particular onstage skills. Pageants were won backstage, not onstage. She rose from her seat and mounted the stage to stand beside the contestant. Tricia was taller than Brown, even though both wore fashionable high heels. Brown stayed in comfortable stance with arms down.

Tricia slowly circled Brown. The first inspection was visual, surveying Brown's physique. Tricia peered down the loose billowy bodice, appraised the cleavage formed by generous swells. Brown followed Tricia with her eyes but kept her face beauty-pageant high and forward, fixed into a relaxed stage smile. The second orbit was just as slow but Tricia's hand smoothed across Brown's hips and low back, sensing the warmth beneath the apparel. On the third cycle, she glazed across Brown's bare back and shoulders, stopping her circuit behind Brown's back. Tricia reached around and boldly cupped and bounced Brown's gown swaddled breasts for Victor's enlightenment.

Tricia leaned forward to whisper in Brown's ear.

"What do you want to see most in your lifetime?"

"World peace" Brown answered.

"Good answer" said Tricia. She fumbled with the dress clasp at Brown's nape. Brown felt Tricia's hands working but held her stance and stage smile.

"What do you think the judges want to see most in their lifetimes?"

"World class tits?" mused Brown.

"Good answer" said Tricia. She unclasped the hooks that latched the bodice panels covering Brown's world class tits.

"Let's see if Victor agrees" uttered Tricia as she released the fabric. The panels slithered down the contestant's front and the entire dress fluttered to the floor. Brown's world class tits were full, round and tipped with large round dark chocolate disks. Their mass proscribed minor sag but they were nonetheless firm and fluid. Brown held her head a smidgen higher as she inhaled. Her expanding chest lifted and displayed the perfect globes for Victor's discerning judgment.

Tricia reached around and hefted Brown's boobs in her hands again, ending Victor's mesmerized trance.

"Let's see how these puppies present during a pageant strut." 

Brown was turned sideways to Victor and she stepped out and over the pooled gown. She walked to and fro across the stage. She exaggerated the high heeled stride to invoke a textbook bounce step that echoed in jellylike iggles of tits and ass. Brown stopped center and faced Victor again. Tricia fingered Brown's bobbled earrings and necklace, and then loosed the clips and pins holding her hair in the fashionable up-do. Tricia finger-combed Brown's tresses to drape her cheeks, shoulders and back.

Tricia led Brown forward to stand before the seated Victor. Seating herself beside Victor, Tricia worked open his pants and dug out his stout penis. Victor turned his face to Tricia and they kissed deeply.

Tricia spoke aside to the attentive Brown. "Kneel, my dear, and help us." Brown descended to her knees, leaned in and passionately sucked Victor's knob. She worked Victor's erection with tongue, lips and deep plunges. Victor and Tricia resumed their seated tongue filled kisses. Tricia was well aware of Victor's growing signs of arousal. At the ultimate moment, Victor exhaled a shout into Tricia's smooching mouth as he ejaculated a shot into Brown's slurping mouth. Tricia used a firm hand on Brown's head to hold her tight to Victor's crotch, inducing Brown to draw powerfully and swallow often in order to speed things along to her next gulp of air.

Tricia released Brown who caught a breath as she eased her vacuum on Victor's cock. Tricia pecked and cooed Victor's lips as Brown pecked and cooed Victor's erection. When Victor had revved down, he sat upright from his euphoric sprawl. He signaled to Tricia his readiness to continue teaching Brown pageant etiquette.

"Go with Victor, now, my dear, and learn more ways to influence judges and win beauty contests."

Victor stood, took Brown's hand and steered her to his private quarters. He planned to give her at least two more lessons that night. They showered together as foreplay before Victor heartily fucked her missionary style on the springy bed. Late in the night, he awoke under the covers, his growing prick couched in her warm ass cheeks as they spooned. He flicked off the covers and rolled her topside, directing Brown to ride him reverse cowgirl. Victor was treated to silhouette glimpses of swaying sidewinder boobs as Brown's ass jogged on his hips until he eventually growled his spunk into her cunt. They cuddled to sleep after that.

After sunrise, Victor and Brown were side by side on their backs as they petted, trying vainly to re-arouse their sex weary bodies for another lesson. Brown's head was cradled in the crook of Victor's shoulder. Brown fingered his flaccid cock as he diddled her pebbled nipple. The door opened and Tricia brought a tray of coffee and croissants to the industrious pair. Tricia set the tray at bedside. Unwilling to unravel, Victor and Brown let Tricia serve then bits and sips of the breakfast-in-bed morning meal. When the pastries and café were gone, Tricia moved things along.

"Victor has other duties before tomorrow night's pageant, my dear. It's also time, sweet little contender, for you to present yourself for your other judges' interviews." 

Tricia helped her stand by the bed and braced Brown's stance as she leaned over at the waist to don her heels. Brown's boobs swayed as she wrestled with the strap buckles, soliciting Victor's positive appraisal of their sensuous masses. He smiled but restrained from engaging in another nipple caress. Upright again, Tricia stayed Brown with a hand when she turned to depart. 

"Mind your manners, my dear. You should thank Victor properly before leaving." 

Brown leaned over the bed and planted a long sweet kiss on Victor's mouth, suckled playfully on each male nipple before dragging her own nipples down his torso as she rolled back the covers and gave his cock some last loving smooches.

Tricia seemed satisfied with Brown's show of gratitude and dismissed her with a frisky whack on her retreating bare ass. She tossed Brown a small bath towel to hopelessly cover her nakedness for the running and bouncing skitter down the hallway to her hotel room. When the door closed behind Brown, Tricia asked Victor how the sessions had gone. Victor said Brown should be at least a runner-up or even the winner if she impressed the official judges with the same vim and vigor she had demonstrated to him last night. Tricia noted Victor's approval of Brown. She reminded Victor of his next impending assignment as she gathered the tray to depart.

"You have a late luncheon appointment at the pool deck. You should relax and rejuvenate until then, old man." 

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Blonde was idling on the pool edge, swishing her feet in the water when Victor strode into the area. She stood, adjusting the undersized high-cut tank-suit that stretched across plump breasts with perky nipples and a fleshy cameltoe. Victor drew up short, a little farther than handshake distance. He surveyed Blonde up and down. His wife was getting pretty good at picking out potential winners.

Blonde was the winner of a pageant in the upper Midwest. Her Nordic heritage was exhibited by her crisp blue eyes, her straight platinum blonde hair and her pale sun-starved complexion. She was tall, almost six feet, yet retained a packed figure with generous bosoms and tight toned waist, hips and ass.

Blonde smiled shyly, fingers clasped coyly in front, a way to keep them calm during this first impressions meeting. This man was the polishing coach that the Pageant Matriarch had bragged about. Blonde could be a contender if she paid close attention to his expert coaching lessons. Victor would help Blonde get ready for individual judge interviews and that could be the key to her success at this pageant. 

Victor took another step forward, extending both hands, obviously not for a handshake. He clasped Blonde's wrists and pulled them away from her groin. Blonde complied and let her arms hang at her sides. Victor grazed a finger up her spandex encased cameltoe, then ferried under the fabric and brushed her shaved vulva. The skin was warm and smooth with just the right amount of spongy. He smoothed hands over uncovered ass, back and hip skin. He flicked her hair to see its bounce and the residual cascade ripples. He slid a finger along the scrunched swimsuit edges as a swimmer would do when exiting a diving pool. Victor grazed fingers under the suit's bra triangles, running orbits around and over her aroused nipple nubs, before pulling it taut again over the full mounds.

Blonde let Victor get acquainted with her eye-catching assets. All the while, he held her in a locked eye gaze, searching for any glints of resistance or hesitation. None were perceived and Victor knew Blonde could attain superior judging scores with her open and inviting attitude.

Victor fisted the shoulder straps and drew them down Blonde's unresisting arms, kneeling as he drew the suit completely down and off her body. He rose slowly, smelling the chlorinated musk emanating from her vulva. Blonde's trim abdomen and ribcage were surmounted by her newly uncovered boobs, presented for his thorough inspection. He thumbed the nipples, fluttered the weighty masses and watched them fluidly tremble.

Victor scanned the deck and found a cluster of deck lounges parked in a secluded corner. Grasping Blonde's hand, he led her to the alcove. Victor sat on one flattened lounge as Blonde sat across the gap on another, hands on lap, her expression focused on her newest acquaintance.

"You have nice tits" Victor stated. Blonde blushed a little at the coarse complement and then used a hand and head shake to swish her hair over her shoulder, causing her boobs to sway. Victor perceived that Blonde was not a dumb blonde; she was subtlety skilled at this game. He liked her clever style of fixating an aroused male's keen attention on her marvelous points of interest. 

Victor could dispense with any pretentions. He rotated and splayed out on the flat lounge, head propped on a bolster, his recumbent torso offering up his partial boner for her contemplation. 

"Rock my world with your best tit-job."

Blonde walked to the end of the lounge and duck-walked forward to sit on Victor's calves. Victor folded his hands under his head. Blonde's spread stance displayed her open cunt lips, a gash of pink in the pale V of her groin. She folded forward, descending to kiss his nipples, the helmet of platinum hair obscuring his continued view of the groin spaces. He grunted and she glanced up at his look of distain. Blonde looked down and understood. She repositioned in order to provide Victor maximum stimulation: visual, oral and tactile. 

Blonde gathered her tresses in one hand and held the platinum screen behind her head. She resumed kissing and suckling Victor's nipples, meanwhile rotating her dangling boobs against his stiffening erection. It was an arduous exercise: one hand holding her locks behind her head, the other braced on the lounge, her legs spread without benefit of buttress and her chest and face in raised caressing motions. The inevitable sheen of sweat broke out on her chest and Victor saw the lubricant needed for the next stage of their action. He pulled out his hands and reached under to cup each partially compressed breast, massaging the orbs, feeling their warmth on his palms and his cock.

Both Victor's hands now pressed her fleshy globes into a niche encasing his prick. Blonde retooled to back and forth motions, dragging her tits along Victor's length. He alternated vice-like crushes with loose snuggles, varying the friction and compression on his knob and corona as it slid delightfully through the slippery tunnel. Blonde used her boobs as relentless instruments for Victor's pleasure, sustaining the difficult pace despite the extraordinary efforts required.

Victor was approaching the finish line. Even though Blonde was totally absorbed with maintaining the rhythms, she heard Victor's breathing quicken. He panted, panted quicker, laid his head back for the finale. Blonde felt Victor's engorged cock ripple from the ejaculation between her breasts. She raised her head and saw his sperm spurt out, shooting past her upturned face to land on his chest. The discharge of gruels was accompanied by a discharge of growls. 

Victor let the heat pass before he looked down at Blonde looking up. There were ropes of white viscous fluid forming lines on his chest. Blonde raised a questioning eyebrow and Victor nodded. Blonde swept her vacuuming lips along the white tracks, ingesting the sperm in imitation of movie scenes where drug addicts snort coke lines from a mirror. Satisfied that she had secured her full measure of male essence, she peered again at a smiling Victor and cocked another questioning eyebrow. Again he nodded, and she rose from her stance, shaking her arms to reinvigorate blood flow. To Victor's delight, that caused her boobs to sway and Victor admired again her clever style of fixating an aroused male's keen attention on her marvelous points of interest

They rinsed under the pool shower, then played splash, dunk and tag in the warm pool water until the daytime sunlight glow was replaced by evening time pool light glow. Victor led Blonde to his private quarters for further study.

Victor discovered Blonde's multitude of sexual endowments. She paid full attention to his desires, demands and directions. A bedtime blowjob was followed by recurrent fucks through the night, first a cowgirl with Blonde's tits on wobbling display, then doggy style with her boobs suspended and swaying. At dawn, they played in a lazy side-saddle where Victor could squeeze and tweak Blonde's globular beauties at will. That last one was exhausting, leaving them in a slumbering cuddle, unable to decouple. Tricia found them that way, limbs still intertwined, when she carried breakfast into their intimate workroom.

Tricia gently stirred Victor and Blonde awake, hiding her amusement as the overworked pair stretched and rubbed away cramps. She joined the famished sex fanatics in the breakfast nook. After nourishment, Blonde showered and donned a thin bathrobe that showcased her cleavage and left her exceptional lower limbs on almost full display. The hem barely hid her naked cunt. 

Tricia waited to see if drowsy Blonde would follow proper etiquette. She was pleased when Blonde courteously strode to Victor, helped him to his feet, parted her robe and pulled Victor into a bone and boob crushing bear hug. Victor returned Blonde's lip melting kiss of gratitude. They lingered long, tongues flirting. Tricia approved of Blonde's good manners and saw Victor revel in her parting caress. But Tricia needed to get Victor's attention directed to other impending matters. She gentled the tangled appreciators apart and guided the sex-woozy Blonde to the suite's exit. 




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Blonde departed in a daze of emotions, overlooking that her robe was still open as she walked to the elevator. The hallway was occupied by mid-morning late risers who blessed their lucky timing. The assorted group entered the elevator. Blonde's mind finally cleared when a strange man ferried his questing hand across her exposed boobs. She tied her robe shut and exited at her floor to the lasting disappointment of the happy men enjoying the elevator's mirrored risqué show.

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After Blonde departed, Tricia attended to Victor's needs for the remaining day before the official pageant show. She teased and stoked his ardor; denying him relief and maintaining his underlying passion for his post-Pageant duties. Tricia shepherded Victor through his daylong preparations and finally into his auditorium seat for the evening's festivities.

Hours later when the glitzy Pageant approached its climax, Brown took her turn on the runway as the audience engaged in enthusiastic applause. She waved and smiled brightly, strode firmly, bouncing her hidden but unfettered treasures beneath the sexy evening gown. Brown was second runner-up and showed her best game face, suppressing the inner discontent. She would be back for more pageants and any expression other than thrill at the lesser honor now would reflect poorly later. She took her place on the winners pyramid, next to the vacant top spot.

Then Blonde was announced as first runner-up. She predictably clasped her hands before her shocked expression and accepted the kudos and hugs of the pageant contestants standing next to her. She took her obligatory turn of the stage, stealthily playing her sexiness to the audience just as Brown had. Blonde took her space opposite Brown on the winner's pyramid.

The Pageant Matriarch worked up the audience's anticipation. She ran the clock, explaining the duties of the runner-ups, toasting the imminent winner's progression to the Ms. Globe contest. Finally, she opened the ivory card stock envelope and announced the winner's name.

The audience went wild. Tricia and Victor stood with the crowd for the roaring ovation. Victor needed to rise anyway. Upon the winner announcement, his heart had jumped with joy and his hardening groin needed space adjustment.

Tears ran down the winner's face, mussing her makeup. She acceded to the quick preening from her close-by colleagues before accepting the grand bouquet of roses and getting the jewel sparkled tiara clasped into her hair. She smiled, sniffled and waved while doing her side to side stage promenade, her hard high heeled steps shaking anything that wasn't nailed down beneath her translucent thin gown. Her legs flashed through the floor length slits in her strapless pageant dress. She took her place on the top step of the winner's pyramid, all tears and smiles.

Black was from the South, a typical mélange of ethnicities: African, Caribbean and other genetic dilutions. She was the epitome of an ebony skinned woman, combining the best possible traits. Black's neat dreadlocks hung to her shoulders, a helmet of rolled hair tubes, cascading in perfect formation, held back from her forehead now by the crowning silvery hair band.

Black's jet black eyes swam in a softly sculpted face, defined by the almond shaped eyes that domed her high cheeks. The definition in her muscular limbs would be the envy of an Olympian. Her chest was defined by a moderate firm cleavage, typical of an active lifestyle.

Black had overcome much to get here, even a near disaster just before the pageant show began. Somehow, a stain had materialized on her runway evening gown. The crisis was averted by the resourceful Pageant Matriarch who found Black a substitute gown at the last minute. Amazingly, it was a perfect fit. It was strapless, a fastening band circling her chest across her breasts. It was sheer, just barely lined enough to be a public covering. It was sculpted to her torso but hung in flowing drapes from her middle; employing high leg slit openings where any step would flash skin all the way to her waist. 

That feature brought on a sharp discussion. The Pageant Matriarch balked when Black demanded panties. The dress was close-fitting and a panty line was a severe faux pas. The Pageant Matriarch had relented when Black had produced a black satin barely-there thong with thread-thin side straps.

The Pageant Matriarch closed the ceremonies and announced a press photo op in a reception room beside the theatre proper. As the hall emptied and loosing contestants withdrew to family and friends, the three winners presented themselves in the adjoining room for the paparazzi. Their smiles and charm never wavered beneath the withering flashbulbs. They responded to inane questions with inane answers. The Pageant Matriarch excused the interruption as she led aside Brown and Blonde for a confidential huddle. She was pointed and animated as she quietly conferred with the runner-ups. They nodded readily to everything she said during the discussion, now and again glancing over at Black.

Then Brown and Blonde led Black aside to a private huddle of their own. The whispered conversation began softly and gained enthusiasm as Black grasped the proposition. The Ms. North America Pageant was eager to help Black prepare for and triumph at the Ms. Globe competition. Her yearned-for victory would raise the pageant's status as a contestant preparatory event: more attention, more advertisers, and more profits. The winning trio would each get complementary tutoring by an expert polishing coach before their next events.

The runner-ups espoused freely to Black about the intimate details of their own encounters. Black had heard rumors of such things but those lewd sagas naturally accompanied beauty pageants. Brown and Blonde assured her that the polishing sessions were real, relevant and valuable.

Black faltered for a moment before warily agreeing to at least meet the expert coach. Brown and Blonde said the proper arrangements had already been made and Black could be ushered to his presence right away. Brown and Blonde each took a hand and walked her from the room.

The Pageant Matriarch saw the winners slip away unnoticed by the babbling throng and announced the end of the photo op. A major anonymous sponsor sought to congratulate Black personally. After that, Black would be taken to her hotel to rest and be presented again at a second press conference tomorrow afternoon. Gradually, the paparazzi drifted off to other venues and the remaining pageant participants cleared from the conference center as the event wound to an end.

Meanwhile, the trio of beauty contestants stole to the entrance of the now empty unlit auditorium. They crept warily down the carpeted theater aisle to the darkened stage. Brown and Blonde held Black's hands snugly as they ascended the stage stairs.

As they approached the middle of the stage, a vertical spotlight suddenly illuminated a naked man seated on a plain wooden stool. Black startled back a step but Brown and Blonde clasped her hands tighter, reassuring her of their supportive presence. Black assumed this man was the acclaimed Victor. A corseted woman stood to his side; that would be his wife, Tricia. Black calmed; the bizarre scene was predictable after hearing her pageant mates' graphic descriptions.

Black was now advanced forward to stand close to the silent man. Her elegant swaying skirt brushed against his bare knees as she assumed her presentation position. There was a growing faith in her heart. Brown and Black had assured her that the meeting would be relevant and valuable. She wanted to believe that. She mustered her courage to seize any advantage for securing the prestigious Ms. Globe title.

Tricia held Victor's hefty rigid cock, giving it an occasional slow rub in her warm clasp. Her duty had been to maintain Victor's arousal throughout the unbearable waiting period between the grand onstage announcement and his impending initiation of the winner. Tricia's job had been superfluous this time. When Black had been announced as winner, Victor's prick had swelled uneasily in his pants, causing him to squirm in his seat to adjust the space. Between then and now, as he waited naked on the darkened stage for the conclusion of the initial press function, he hadn't thought of anything except his coming encounter with Black.

Victor had heard the theatre door open and the bright lobby light had radiated through the portal. He caught sight of Black's silhouetted form beneath the sheer fabric before the closing door shut off the furtive diorama. Tricia felt Victor's cock twitch in tempo with the footfalls of Black's timid shuffle steps down the aisle and across the stage. The overhead stage spotlight switched on at Black's final approach and Victor squinted. Tricia used the remote control to quickly lower its intensity to a token quixotic glow. Now Black's thin fabric outfit was touching his knees and the time for waiting was over. Victor was as hard as he had ever been in his life and that was only from the anticipation. The real forthcoming flesh to flesh connection might very well burst him.

Tricia held a pair of scissors out to Blonde. Brown pulled Black's skirt panels aside as Blonde snipped the thread thin pantie straps and removed the triangular scrap of shiny black satin. She handed the shred to Tricia who stashed it away as Victor's souvenir of this introductory meeting.

Black waited stoical for the next moves, watching Victor's impatient expression with her own blank countenance. Brown and Blonde lifted away the leg flashing panels exposing Black's vulva to Victor's view. Victor stroked a hand up Black's inner thighs and swiped a finger across her ebony vaginal lips. He felt warm moisture in her groove and nodded to the ushering pair. Still holding the skirt panels aside, they placed their other hands on Black's derriere and guided her to shuffle forward and straddle Victor's thighs.

All the women participated in preparing the intimate conjunction. Tricia held Victor's cock upright while Brown, Blonde and Black combined efforts to afford a flawless alignment. Seemingly ready, Black graced her lithe arms across Victor's shoulders as she looked blindly past him, concentrating on the tactile piecing together of cock head and cunt lips. She shuffled until her attendants proclaimed the orientation spot-on. With an intake of breath, she sank down, taking Victor to the hilt in one unhurried descent into her genital cavity.

Victor blessed his luck that Black covered the sexual trifecta: warm, wet and snug. Her outward beauty, combined with her vaginal charms, almost guaranteed her to be a greater contestant. Victor looked forward to perfecting Black into a superior pageant champion. But first, he would follow through with this obligatory preview to his meticulous coaching program. 

Victor leaned his nose into Black's cleavage. Despite the rigors of the hot stage, emotional roller coaster and wearying press corps, Black still smelled heavenly. A powdery floral scent that complemented her body musk fed his lust. He kissed the breast bulges exposed above her gown's retaining band. Victor barely controlled his ravenous urge to rip it down and suckle her nipples; patience, he assured himself, all in due time.

Victor's hands instead filtered beneath her skirt, cupping her toned bare ass cheeks, his push-pull hand cues signaling her to follow his desired tempo. While Black got under way with his requested cycle, Victor repositioned his face to her ears and neck, keeping her body bowed away from his chest. But her jogging occasionally pattered her tits against him anyway. 

Victor could feel Black's lust stiffened nipples poking through the thin braless gown and tickling against his chest. His nose sensed the lingering citrus of her shampoo. He nibbled her neck and lobe, muttering into her ear his throaty demands for a sequential pattern of fucking rhythms. 

Black rose and fell as ordered on Victor's tumescent tube, rocking and sliding, burnishing his cock with her warm, wet snugness. His erection filled her completely. The other women served attendance, lightly caressing backs, arms, hair, thighs. They echoed Victor's faint murmurs, soothing the flesh-linked duo to ever higher levels of lust. 

Victor was getting choked up with sexual tension and it became difficult to voice his preferences for Black's successive pattern of movements. Tricia knew her man well and took over. She held her lips near Black's hair shrouded ear and softly whispered the paces she knew Victor wanted.

"A little side to side now... that's nice... now a few long strokes... very good... steady, steady... okay, try some hip rolls..."

Black closed her eyes and frowned, striving to follow Tricia's instructions with a calm zeal. Victor absorbed the sensations in his groin. He rubbed his head against Black's, brushing ear to ear, acknowledging his growing pleasure from her efforts. Tricia extended Black's moves with further instructions.

"a few long strokes now... higher next time... and all the way down... press him with your clitoris... do you like that..."

Victor had given a single shudder when Black pushed his knob with her cervix and crushed her clitoris against his pubic bone. Victor voiced his delight with louder groans. Tricia intervened, slackening the hasty pace.

"a little slower now... and hold... let him ease off a bit... we want this to last..."

Black settled to the bottom and almost rested except that her hyper-energized genitals couldn't stop tingling and radiating flashes to her extremities. Tricia got Black to concentrate on other matters, pushing the nerve glimmerings to the background.

"Now, clench your vagina... did you feel his cock pulse when you did that... yes?... doesn't that feel good?..."

Black moaned a small humming affirmative. She felt Victor shudder again at this different stimulation. She repeated the cunt contraction and received the identical reaction from Victor. Black's efforts were stoking her fire and she shuddered through a mini-gasm. Victor felt the shiver and gritted his teeth, determined to hold off his own peak.

Victor heard his wife's voice guiding Black's line of activities. He could anticipate the general course Tricia was steering but not each sequential turn. He listened carefully as Tricia whispered directions and encouragements into Black's ears. He was thrilled that Black strived hard to follow every change in direction. That boded well. Black was demonstrating by deeds her desired acceptance into the coaching series. 

"Oh, look at that... your nipples are so hard... do they tingle?... rub them against his chest... yes, like that... graze them ..."

This was better than Black could have hoped for. And they had told her it was only an introduction. She was anxious to see what came afterwards. How much better could the ensuing sessions be? Black caught herself dreaming of the feasible future and regained her composure. She refocused her thoughts to the present, concentrating on her current performance, hopeful they would offer her the extended program.

Black had her eyes closed, listening to the commands, concentrating on creating the proper motions, intensely feeling each and every caress on her sensitized nipples. The flicker of contact with Victor, even though veiled by her flimsy gown, sent reflective pulses to her cunt. 

Victor felt the nipple generated cunt pulses and hugged Black tightly; a holding clutch intended to stop Black from over-stimulating her prickly nipples too soon. He was determined to hold out much longer. Tricia saw his move and gave Black a few quick whispered commands.

"Now hug him tight... good girl... good girl..."

Black crushed her gown shrouded tits into Victor's chest. He tightened his own hug. The pair now had only freedom of movement in their hips. Black felt Victor's corona run the full length of her tube. She was biting her lip, eyes screwed shut, reveling in Victor's embrace. Sparks jumped about in her womb and Black felt her cunt ripple against Victor's welcome intruder. She whimpered and her face flushed and tingled. She sobbed once as a larger spasm jumped along her grotto; Victor heard and felt it. They both realized the end was near. They united in a mutual frenzy of robust strokes.

Too soon but inevitably, their combined endeavors were communally fruitful. Victor swelled to his maximum girth inside Black's vagina. Black's mouth and eyes popped open as she was overtaken by the tingles in her groin. They panted sharper and then both exploded with cries of delight. The tremors seemed endless.

The two fuck-mates wheezed blusteringly before they finally relaxed into each other's arms, foreheads resting on opposite shoulders. The trio of standby assistants hugged the amorous pair in a warm group cuddle. Tricia gently kissed Black's temple. She whispered the pertinent question.

"Do you want to be this year's Ms. Globe? This is what a pageant contender does to consistently win. The judges expect the contestants to show proper regard. The judges are doubly impressed with a well-coached contestant who secures her own pleasure while showing courteous deference. Are you ready to endure a more regimented schedule of coaching? "

Black dreamily nodded against Victor's supportive shoulder and murmured her wholehearted concurrence. 

"Yes... yes, please..." 

Hearing that, the quintet cooed a cacophony of mutual joy. There were all assured of further coital coaching encounters now that Black had accepted Victor's complementary pre-pageant tutoring.

The seated coach and his newest trainee were extricated from their intimate union and they shakily stood. Victor closely observed Black's sex dazed eyes. She was reeling with euphoria. He took Black's hand and led her unsteadily off to his private quarters to continue her introduction to his training regimen. The others remained behind to clear the stage and then left to find their own rest from their efforts.

In the quest coach's suite, Victor stood back with hands on hips and directed Black to remove her dress. The stroll from the stage had restored her focus enough to follow his instructions. Black fumbled with the clasps at the back and couldn't get the releases to work. She gave Victor a troubled look of frustration. Victor stepped in and ran his hands behind her. She was shorter than him even in her heels. He hadn't noticed or cared about her height when she was saddled on his lap, mounted balls deep on his hyper-stiff cock.

Victor likewise fumbled with the fasteners to a mild frustration. He finally grasped the uncooperative fixtures and yanked them apart, damaging the hooks. He descended the zipper to half back before it also jammed. Victor had controlled his urge to pull her top down during their introduction onstage but that time was past. He yanked the garment down her body and tossed it on the floor. It would wait there, a crumpled pile of elegance until needed later.

Black stooped to remove her sequined dancer heels. Victor stopped her. An otherwise naked female wearing strapped-on heels in bed was always a turn-on for a virile male. Standing again, Victor was awestruck by the shape and fitness of Black's exposed breasts, belly and limbs. 

Victor continued his examination by laying her back on the bed and according Black two oral-induced orgasms, simultaneously mapping her erogenous feminine folds with his tongue. Black's back arched into stark curves each time, her fingers clawing handfuls of satin sheet. Then Victor climbed aboard missionary style and rendered onto Black her next formal serving from his special buffet of treats. She would receive many more from Victor throughout the course of her pending polishing program. 

Victor took control and she trusted his wisdom. He fucked her twice more during the remaining night, skillfully tutoring the receptive Black, pausing between their body exhausting exertions to revitalize their energies. 




Total Woman Vignettes 06



The first fuck was just before midnight, a robust traditional romp. Victor rolled Black from cowgirl to sidesaddle to missionary. He taught her useful ways to pleasure herself and enchant her male companion. Black understood her forthcoming life mission was to build up her sex mate's ego at every bidden occasion. 

Victor gave Black a tutorial on rolling her clitoris tight against his pubic bone while dragging his knob against her vaginal walls. He trained her in the best way to suck his tongue. Victor taught Black exactly how to simultaneously caress both those probing appendages. Black should entice the man's subliminal craving for this paired stimulation. He coached her on spotting tell-tale penchants in the aroused male's body language. Victor coaxed Black to undulate her body beneath him, massaging his sensual flesh with her feminine orifices, bestowing on him mind-boggling thrills. 

Victor paused the audition as needed to fine-tune her technique and timing. He was patient with Black's novice nature, calmly repeating his muffled directives, giving her added practice, seeking perfection. Victor finally surrendered his teaching tenacity. He assigned Black's class exercise a passing grade by pumping his semen into her animated cunt. Black earned extra credit when she demonstrated her newest sensual skill: lip-locking Victor's tongue throughout his shattering orgasm. Too worn out to take her own physical pleasure, Black was satisfied that Victor seemed satisfied with her.

Later in the deep morning darkness, Victor spooned her, his nose buried in Black's perfumed hair rolls. He wanted to reward Black for her thoughtful attention to his prior solitary pleasure. Victor's knob barely penetrated Black's cunt entrance in this position. His corona rubbed her pliable lower lips, the rocking motions accompanied by further stimulations from his fingers rubbing her nipples and clitoris. Black's fingers caressed Victor's exposed undershaft cradled between her tender inner thighs. 

Victor was a master of female sensual anatomy but every female was built just a shade different. Victor wanted this fantastic fuck-mate super-motivated. He wanted Black to yearn for his every touch well into the future weeks. Victor heeded Black's specific auditory responses to his fondles. She would hiss 'Yeess... yess...' or moan a gasped 'right there... oh, yes, right THERE...' whenever Victor's fingers or cock lit up another intensely energized nerve cluster. 

Victor delayed his own orgasm in order to prolonged Black's tantric spell. She rode out an incessant succession of mini-gasms. When Black's overwrought body at long last convulsed in Victor's close embrace, he was unable to hold back any longer. He hugged her tight and gushed into Black's shallowly penetrated vulva as her vibrating cunt folds massaged his cock head. 

At dawn's early light, Victor awoke to a final duty. Black needed to learn equal proficiency for sucking his lower appendage as she continued to learn slurping on his tongue. He would benchmark Black's current fellatio skills. With that last information, he could customize her upcoming polishing program to enrich her over-all body dexterity. 

Victor was spread eagle on the bed, Black kneeling between his thighs, sucking a regular tempo. The diamond tiara crowning her curls skittered the morning sunbeams as it bobbed with her head above his groin. Victor was well along on his latest orgasmic trek and almost ready to rumble out his ejaculate. The suite door abruptly flew open and Black tried to pull off at the disturbance. Victor swiftly wove his hands in her coiffure and held her head down on his erection. 

Tricia carried the breakfast tray to the nook table and sat patiently admiring Victor's devotion to Black's continued schooling. 

"How's she doing? I see you pulled another all-nighter. I brought coffee and fruit if you want to take a break."

"Almost finished" gritted Victor through clenched teeth. Black had paused to pay attention to the coaching team's exchange but, taking her cue from Victor's response, returned to her previous cadence. Victor rewarded her dedication by dumping his spew onto her fluttering tongue. He exhaled protracted groans as Black continued gentle stimulations throughout his drawn out orgasm. Finally laying his head back, Victor released Black's curls so she could decouple. Testing completed, Victor made mental notes of Black's overall performance and the few imperfections that needed development. 

They sat naked and fatigued at the breakfast table as they ate in silence. Tricia decided the pair was refreshed enough. She reminded Victor that Black had commitments elsewhere that day. Black would proceed to her hotel across town to become again beauty queen radiant. There was still sufficient time before her official introduction to the media at a scheduled press conference that afternoon. 

Tricia helped Black shimmy into her tantalizing pageant gown. Black's nipples were still excited, the pebbles poking at the soft draping fabric. The gown was rumbled from its night on the floor and needed repairs. Until then, Black would need to use one hand to hold the back of the dress together since Victor's disrobing had destroyed the fasteners. No panties this time; they had been forfeited to Victor's growing collection of introductory trophies.

Black's hairdo was bedraggled from Victor's recent clutching and handling. Her tiara was twisted askew. Her coiffure needed to be preened and reset. Black exuded the telltale aroma of smeared feminine musk and seeping masculine ejaculate. 

Half decently dressed and ready to depart, Black sidled up to Victor's upturned face and planted moist lips on his. His hand slid around to smooth her only body covering, the sheer translucent gown. Victor gave Black's toned ass cheeks a few appreciative pats to get her attention.

"I will see you in a few weeks, Ms. North America. Please get rested up before we meet again. It's going to be a very strenuous week before the Ms. Globe Pageant. That's not much time to cover the entire carnal syllabus. I will focus on refining you into a superb world class pageant winner but you will need all of your energy to keep up with me. Okay?"

Black nodded her acknowledgement, cupping Victor's cheeks for one more kiss. Her bodice fell open to let slip a last glimpse of her treasures. Tricia guided the tousled beauty queen out into the hallway. The Pageant chauffeur led the lust worn Black to her waiting limousine and the ride to her hotel. 

Black was unknowingly headed for a paparazzi ambush. She had disappeared from the post pageant photo op for her unspecific meeting. The paparazzi had held vigil all night for her arrival at the next hotel. Disparaging rumors were circulating. 

The Pageant Matriarch had hatched a masterful publicity scheme. After Black's original gown had been suspiciously spoiled, the substitute gown had been sabotaged in kind. The jammed clasps and zipper were made effectively unworkable. Then Black had predictably succumbed to Victor's proposition for preparation assistance. 

Black arrived at her hotel with disheveled hair and makeup, clutching her marred and rumpled pageant gown and sporting an obvious look of fucked out afterglow. It was a big scoop for the avaricious photographers. Black scampered from the limo into the hotel lobby, trying to cover herself and evade their scandal mongering cameras.

The resulting tabloid prattle was free advertising for the Ms. North America and Ms. Globe pageants, always welcome for drawing the right kind of well-paying pageant sponsors and promoters. During the year following the Ms. Globe Pageant, the organization would book Ms. Globe to attend worldwide corporate inaugurations and celebrity events. As Ms. Globe, Black would receive a third of the public relations booking fees. But she would retain all of the generous extra gifts that gratified industrial tycoons and world leaders subsequently bestowed on the beauty queen following their intimate post-gala private audiences.

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Mid-morning, Tricia and Victor exited the Pageant Hall. She waltzed with his arm enfolded in her boob hug.

"Well, did our efforts pay off?"

Victor shrugged. "We secured first and second runner-up. We booked more polish coaching before the next regional pageants. Black is eager to dominate the Mrs. Globe contest and we secured a week-long polishing engagement with her before the Ms. Globe competition. Not bad for a few days' work."

Tricia giggled. After Victor had scrutinized and sexually rated the lineup of nubile contestants, Tricia had teleconferenced with the panel of official judges. They had colluded to fix Black, Brown and Blonde as the final three. There had been some fiery debate; some judges had their own predetermined favorites. But in the end, Tricia convinced them to make Black the winner this year. Victor had been particularly obsessed with Black's stunning eroticism. Tricia had been determined to give Victor abundant opportunities to amply assuage his burning lust for the exotic beauty.

Brown and Blonde would inevitably persist in competing again next year. Tricia won the argument when she reminded the judges that they would enjoy two consecutive years of those women's stimulating private interviews. Thereupon, they could make an honest assessment of which one to pass along to the next round of competition and the next panel of judges. Two years at one level was the typical limit since a third recycling often raised the contestants' suspicions. 

Tricia mused to Victor as they strolled to the waiting towncar. "I was wondering: over the years, who was your favorite contestant?"

Victor grinned as he pondered the question. His balls warmed and his cock tingled as he tallied the many women who had crossed his path over the years. The notion of what awaited him in the coming weeks weighed heavily in his thoughts. Brown and Blonde would certainly be towards the top of his list. He was eager for the next sessions that would further enhance their talents for copulation. His upcoming secluded week of corporeal edification with Black would be an unforgettable flight of fancy. It would be like the old days when Victor spent extended periods engaged in priming just one contestant. But these others were all far subordinate to his true favorite candidate: the voluptuous lady now hanging on his arm.

Victor looked at Tricia, his true lover, wife and work partner, who was strolling at his side. He was blessed to have found her. Despite the many pageant contestants and eventual winners that he had polished and coached, none approached Tricia for the total well-being of his life. And he told her so.

"You'll always be my favorite pageant winner, dear wife. I could never find anyone to surpass you."



Total Woman Vignettes 07



Prologue

Allan awoke with dawn's sunlight splashing across his face. Gretchen was not in the bed. He sat up and scanned the room but she wasn't there. He saw the ivory parchment envelop on her pillow. It was addressed to 'Allan' with a lipstick smooch beneath his name. Maybe she had gone to breakfast and wanted him to meet her there.

He opened and read the calligraphic message.

ALLAN,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BUDDY, FROM YOUR BEST CLIENT.

I understand the reality of this message is going to be a downer after such a potent encounter with Gretchen but I am in awe of your years of service and the wealth you have helped me accumulate. 

Words and money alone could not adequately express my admiration. I like actions. 

So...I arranged this more suitable reward. I hope you liked it and will forgive my subterfuge. But, hey, how would you like to continue this birthday party? Let's make a deal.

- Do a GOOD job with my money over the coming year and you can look forward to a similar birthday present next year.

- Do a GREAT job with my money over the coming year and you can look forward to spending your birthday on a weeklong tour of Norway. Guess who could be your tour guide? I hear there are many marvels to see in Norway...but you have to leave the hotel suite. Or not...

So, stay very focused on MY best interests and you'll find me very focused on YOURS.

GRATEFULLY,

YOUR BEST CLIENT (EVER!)

Allan let the transient disappointment at Gretchen's departure wash over him. He had truly enjoyed his fantastic night with this exceptional woman. And his best client was always true to his word. Allan's opportunity to get another date with Gretchen, incredibly, an overseas week-long date, was firmly in his control.

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Present Day

The airliner thumped down at Oslo International Airport. Allan watched out the porthole sized window as the plane taxied to the terminal and parked at its designated jet-way. He gathered his things and trudged through the gate, immigration and customs, finally into the Arrivals hall.

Allan's heart skipped a beat; there to greet him was Gretchen.

Gretchen stood behind the clamoring crowd as Allan made his way to her. She opened her arms and he fell into the sweetest, softest welcome he could imagine. Her breasts mashed his chest and her kiss washed his lips as she warmly embraced him. "Welcome to Oslo, my darling..." she whispered.

Allen leaned back but held a loose embrace. Gretchen's face was radiant with rose tinted high cheeks and crystal blue eyes. Her thin platinum blonde hair hung with straight bangs and a bell cut above her collar. She was shorter than Allen, even in heels. Full figured with rounded hips and breasts, she still looked the part of the merry widow that she had claimed to be when they first met a year ago.

An airport porter helped with the bags as Gretchen escorted Allen, arm in arm to their waiting limousine. They cuddled warmly on the ride to the hotel. The snowy streetscapes outside slid past the cozy interior of the towncar. Allen described his highly lucrative investment year that had carried him back into Gretchen's arms. She expressed her happiness at his success with cuddles, caresses and kisses, lauding his acumen.

Their penthouse suite at the Oslo Hilton was magnificent, with a view across the Norwegian urban expanse. Winter dusk arrived early at these latitudes; lights twinkling alive across the frosty landscape.

Allen showered alone as Gretchen arranged his things. He emerged wrapped in a waist towel to find a room service meal setup. Gretchen had changed to a loose diaphanous gown, obscuring her undertone but draping her form in titillating triumph. She wrapped Allen in a fluffy terrycloth robe. A small fireplace gave off a red glow, accenting the dinner table candles. 

Allen and Gretchen enjoyed a romantic dinner, fine food, fine wine, fine conversation. Half through the dessert aperitif, Gretchen rose and, pulling back Allen's chair, sat on his lap. She circled his neck and they kissed playfully but with growing purpose. Allen lifted Gretchen and carried her to bed.

Allen loosed Gretchen's sheer clothes and removed them. Lying before him, available, willing, inviting, Gretchen was a Nordic goddess in naked splendor. He shrugged him robe off and leaned in, resuming their smoldering kiss. Gretchen's hand held Allen's erection. She stroked it and used it to guide him onto her waiting body. She continued her hold, channeling him into her waiting body. Allen was super-primed due to his long absence from Gretchen and this first session was quick and sharp. Neither lover showed concerned. They cuddled, knowing the week ahead offered abundant time and opportunity for much, much more.

Allen woke during the night. The voluptuous Gretchen warmed his bed with her erotic presence. They made love again, taking longer, enjoying the lingering caresses. At dawn, another long dalliance and a shower together. 

Breakfast was followed by a walk through nearby parks, museums, a tour boat ride along the Vik. They cuddled and smooched whenever the mood caught them. Nothing was urgent or hurried. They spent their days in leisure, their nights in lust. On occasion, they found themselves alone in public: the museum statuary or a shrub screened park bench, someplace remote from the crowds. The amorous couple excited each other constantly, ready to expend their lust in furtive fucks. Gretchen was entirely devoted to Allen's pleasure whenever he wanted it; Allen felt like a love-sick teenage schoolboy.

At mid-week, Gretchen broached a proposal to Allen.

"My family keeps a ski chalet in the mountains not too far from the city. The scenery is inspiring and the lodge is far from any neighbors. Would you like to go there for a few days? It's very nice and cozy."

Cozy appealed to Allen, especially if it meant being cozy with Gretchen.

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The car spun and slipped up the snow packed driveway leading to the chalet set against the mountainside. Gretchen had told Allen tales and anecdotes from her youth when family and friends would gather there for summer picnics and winter skiing. 

One notable weekend during her college years, her virginity was dispensed with by her father's colleague, a handsome middle aged man and confidant of her older sister. She vexed her sister by flirting with him. Whether prearranged or happenstance, he made her feel special, handling Gretchen with masculine verve. All through that weekend, the maestro taught her about a woman's sexual capacities. Her older sister collaborated, whispering tips and advice whenever her father's colleague used the curious Gretchen's body to reveal yet another position or technique. Ever since, the chalet was a magical place to Gretchen.

The car slid to a stop before the chalet. The pair alighted. There was a whiff of smoke in the air and a white plume curled from the chimney top. Inside, the great room's fireplace was ablaze. Food bags and packages covered the kitchen table. The wood beamed interior invoked a sturdy rustic atmosphere.

A thump in the loft was followed by two blonde heads poking over the balcony. Gretchen waved them down the stairs. The girls bounced down the steps. They stood side-by-side in front of the adults.

"Allen, this is Heidi and Hilda, my twin nieces. They have a break from college and will join us this weekend. I hope you don't mind."

Allen didn't mind...not a bit. Although they were taller and thinner than Gretchen, they sported her same platinum blonde hair, crystal blue eyes and high rosy cheeks. They wore their hair longer, mid back length. Their spandex ski pants stretched around trim butts and legs. The stretchy, tight sweaters revealed rather than hid the fulsome promise underneath. Stiff little nipple points poked against the thin fabric. 

After Gretchen's tale of first love at this chalet, Allen was amenable to this obviously prearranged setup. Outside the chalet, a blizzard was rising in earnest. Inside, Allen's libido was rising in earnest. 'Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow' he sang in his mind.

The girls led Allen to the sofa and sat either side; legs pulled sideways and under, leaning in for a get-to-know-you chat. They were university students, forestry and fisheries studies. They were truly Gretchen's nieces, the daughters of her older sister. Allen briefly described his life on Wall Street and his successful work that led him to Norway for the week.

Gretchen called the group to supper. Smoked fish, cheese, wine, dried fruit...a typical Scandinavian winter meal. Afterwards, everyone gathered before the fire to finish their wine. They chatted aimlessly until the conversation waned off.

Heidi started it. She stretched and stated she was going to the hot-tub. Standing, she nonchalantly pulled off her sweater and stretch pants and then strode nude through a side door. Hilda followed suit. Allen looked at Gretchen, who merely smiled over her wine glass and head bobbed him towards the attached sauna room. Allen went to join the twins, leaving a trail of garments as he undressed enroute. Gretchen gathered up all the strewn clothes and carried them to the three bedrooms in the loft, distributing the articles to each owner's bedroom.

Heidi and Hilda were already submerged shoulder deep in the tub when a naked Allen entered the glass lean-to. Steam rose and condensed on the dew covered window panes. The jolly twins waved him into the water. Allen sat on the top tier, back to the door, the floating bubbles tickling his bellybutton. The twins got up from the lower bench and scooted around either side of him. They wiggled under his biceps and let his arms drape over their wet shoulders.

Heidi apparently was the more talkative twin. "Isn't the tub wonderful? I like the way it swirls about like a liquid massage. Did you see that the jets are adjustable? Watch this." 

Heidi bent down, stirring bubbles with her boobs as she fumbled between Allen's legs. Suddenly, he felt a water jet thrumming against his groin. Heidi watched his face as she twisted the outlet for proper aim and force. Allen hopped once from a distinctly hard gust but quickly settled and smiled. The surging liquid fluttered his balls and waggled his prick. Heidi smiled her triumph and sat upright.

"Sure hits the spot, doesn't it?" she said. Allen closed his eyes, leaned back and nodded agreement. Heidi's hand peeked underwater to lightly hold his cock. She played it around, letting the pulse hit all sides and areas of Allen's genitals. She pulled his shoulder dangling hand down to fondle her tit. She smiled slyly when his eyes opened and looked her way.

Allen felt another hand caress his cock. Hilda had joined the foreplay. Heidi relinquished her grasp and Hilda assumed the duties. Hilda found Allen growing in her hand and jacked his shaft lovingly. Heidi, freed of other responsibilities, leaned into the recumbent Allen, mashing her unattended boob against his ribs. She kissed his cheeks, his eyelids, his lips, his ears, and his neck. Her other hand circled on his nipples as his fingers rolled her nub. 

Hilda maintained a steady hand stroke, stoking the simmering fire about to blaze up in the tub. Allen was hard. The twins had handled a few cocks before, college boys mostly, no one as mature as Allen. Anyway, he seemed ready to go.

Gretchen had told the girls that this first time with Allen would be, well not really a quickie, but something short and sweet to take Allen's edge off. Heidi would get Allen past his inevitable hyper-fervor provoked by an unanticipated encounter with fresh female flesh. He would better enjoy the subsequent days of prolonged fuck sessions if he revved down now to a more stable machismo. Gretchen told the twins that enticing Allen's cum into Heidi's cunt should do the trick.

Heidi disentwined and straddled up on Allen's immersed lap. She braced both hands on his shoulders as Hilda held his roaring erection upright. Heidi maneuvered her butt into position and captured his tip with her nether lips. She pressed slowly down, taking Allen halfway in. Reversing until just his knob was inside; Heidi pushed again and buried most of the shaft. One more piston and she hit bottom. When his knob pressed her deep, she closed her eyes and moaned. Allen enjoyed the feel of her cunt and the sound of her desire.

Heidi began the up and down strokes, long ones interspersed with shorter ones. Hilda sat by, watching the same show as Allen: Heidi's lively firm boobs. Hilda smoothed a handful of steamy water over the globes. She put Allen's hands on the glistening masses. He took the hint and caressed the weight and thumbed the nipples. Heidi liked that but was more absorbed by the cock friction heating her womb.

Hilda urged them on, giving sincere praise in a girlish voice. "Ohh... that looks good... does it feel good... Heidi, are you going to get one off... yes... you lucky girl... Allen, keep it going... she's almost there... ooh, almost...almost... YES!" Allen wanted to last longer but the twins were unrelenting in their enthusiasm to satisfy him. He let himself go and jetted his essence into Heidi. Heidi felt the discharge and joined in with her own orgasm. 

Allen fell back and Heidi leaned forward to rest her tits and head against him. Hilda dribbled warm water over their superheated bodies, promoting a gentler, slower cool-down. Heidi gave Allen a lip smack kiss and sat up, drawing her oily pussy off his shrinking erection. The twins helped Allen from the tub and led him inside, depositing him with Gretchen. They watched her lead Allen upstairs to her loft bedroom. She waved a goodnight to the twins as she closed the door.

The twins yawned, stretched and pattered to their own loft bedrooms. The only remaining sounds were the dying crackles of the fireplace and the deadened hush of the snow blanketed woods surrounding the chalet.

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Allen woke during the night with a throbbing hard-on. The snowstorm had blustered out, laying down a new coat of sparkly white that reflected the full moonlight. The moon glow lightened the room. Gretchen sensed his stir as he pushed back the covers. Her hand stole to his swollen prick.

"Ready for more?" she asked. He exhaled and affirmed her question.

"Well, then, let's get you taken care of. Come with me." Gretchen rose and led a naked Allen by his engorged penis across the loft balcony to the third bedroom door. She opened the door a crack and pecked Allen's cheek. "Enjoy" was all she said as she pressed him gently through the portal and closed the door behind him.

Flameless embers glowed bright red in the small bedroom fireplace. Moonlight glowed faintly. The room was warm. Hilda lay naked on her back. She was awake, her head turned towards him, blue eyes muted, fingers slowly circling her pussy lips between spread bent legs. Her nosecone breasts were firm piles of pink flesh rising from her chest, her nipples erect.

"I have been waiting for you. I hoped you would come sooner. I have been thinking about you. I want what my sister got and I can't get to sleep without it. I was beginning to fear you might not come at all and I would be awake all night."

Hilda spread her arms, inviting Allen to her bed and body. Allen crawled into the bed, accepting the proffered welcome. Hilda guided him to lie beside her, face to face, groin to groin, hugging his nudity tight against her nakedness. She rotated her lips on his lips; she rotated her groin on his groin. She was doubly slippery, wetting his chin with soft kisses, wetting his hard-on with genital dew. Allen had arrived erect and ready; Hilda had waited wet and ready. No further foreplay was necessary.

Hilda scooted her lower leg under Allen's; raised her top leg over Allen's thigh, setting up a sideways missionary. She worked his knob to her entrance. She used a hand to get the alignment perfect, and then wiggled the tip inside. She hugged Allen's chest, bracing there to move her whole body lower. Allen collaborated by crunching his stomach, pushing his cock deeper. They wiggled and worked, adjusting angles and poses, until their pubic bones made contact. Hilda was tight and wet.

Hilda clenched her cunt and relaxed it. Allen nudged his hips once. Hilda clenched and released again. Allen nudged again. They kept at that for a long time, good feelings transmitted back and forth, never less or more, just good every time. It was like a dance lesson, practicing the same basic steps over and over. But it was also tiring to use the same muscles repeatedly. Allen paused to regenerate some energy. Younger Hilda, full of vigor, patiently nuzzled his neck.

Allen took a breath and gave a mighty shove, rolling Hilda onto her back. He was still embedded in her core and encircled by her hug. Now his nudges grew to jogs. Hilda escalated to hip rolls and crossed her heels behind his butt. Allen braced his chest on bent arms so he could gaze into Hilda's blue moonlit eyes as he thrust into her snug pussy. Allen's prop-up gave space for Hilda's boobs to wobble between their chests, adding to Allen's excitement.

The bed squeaked to the rhythm of their lovemaking. The pace was unhurried, the paramours getting pleasant stimulation, taking their time to enjoy each tight drawn out stroke. Allen was less urgent following the hot-tub pressure release. Hilda interspersed Allen's hip thrusts with sugar kisses. They exchanged cooed encouragements, nuzzled necks and nipped earlobes, brushed cheeks and eyelash flutters. 

Sometimes they rested, Allen confining Hilda beneath his full weight, inferring dominance in bed. Then Allen would brace up and stroke just a little faster. Then after the subsequent pause, a little faster still. Finally, Allen was hammering away, Hilda grunting at each collision of their pubic bones, grasping his back anxiously to thwart him falling out completely on a longer withdrawal stroke. Suddenly, she cried out, an orgasm washing through her whole body, cunt clenching, adding to Allen's pleasure. Of course, he was mindful of her ecstatic fit; he could feel her cunt throb on his cock. But he continued his exertions relentlessly. 

Within minutes, Hilda peaked a second time; a third time soon after. Allen ended his run on the last one and boiled his semen deep in Hilda's womb; her clenching cunt attempting to constrict his flow. Allen heard himself gasping for air; Hilda likewise. He laid his weight on her, dormant, waiting for calm to be restored. He was surprised at the power he had needed to force his sperm out into Hilda's squeezing cunt.

Allen braced up again, remained embedded, felt the skittles race around his groin. Hilda felt his cock's post-coitus twitches deep in her pussy. Time stood still. Hilda lay quiescent under this real man, happy in the here and now, enjoying her afterglow. Eventually she rolled Allen sideways. They both slept, still hugging.

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Allen awoke alone in Hilda's bed. Daylight had replaced the moonlight. He had slept deeply after finishing off Hilda. The loft bedroom smelled of cold fireplace ashes, sweat, musk... and coffee with bacon. He wandered to Gretchen's bedroom where he found his clothes laid out. In light sweater and pants, he descended to the kitchen where Gretchen was cooking breakfast. On his approach, she tilted back and up and puckered for a good morning kiss.

"Sleep well?" she asked.

"Splendidly."

"The girls went out skiing at daybreak to test the new snow. They should be back soon."

Gretchen's statement heralded the sound of boots stomping off snow off. The door burst open, bringing in a crisp cold gust and a swirl of snowflakes. The bundled up twins skittered through the portal and slammed it shut. They raised their goggles and pulled off mittens. Their noses and cheeks were rosy pink from the cold. They hung their snowsuits on pegs near the door. They were left with one piece form fitting spandex suits, the knit material grudging unable to conceal cold pop-up nipples and prominent camel-toes.




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"Damn, it's colder than an old troll's ass out there."

"Girls! Language!" Gretchen scolded. 

Allen hid a snicker with his hand. "I hope you weren't referring to me?"

"No way, Allen, you're hot!" The twins each snuggled his cheek with a chilly nose buzz and kiss for emphasis.

Gretchen herded them all to the table. "Breakfast is served. Eat first and then change."

The housemates chatted about the weather. Hilda thought the roads would be closed at least the rest of the day. That meant mostly inside activities. No one cared to leave anyway. Allen saw plenty of kindling next to the fireplace and plenty of food and wine in the kitchen. It would be a cozy, leisurely day in the chalet. 

Breakfast was demolished by Allen and his famished playmates. The twins were excused to shower and change. Allen started to refill his coffee cup when Gretchen urgently hand waved to Allen and mouthed a silent 'Follow them!' He got the hint. The bathroom was beneath the loft. Allen walked in to find the spandexes puddled on the floor and the girls together in the steamy shower stall. They waved him over but continued lathering each other under the multiple head sprays. Allen dropped his clothes and stepped inside the glass cabinet.

The twins now turned their attention to Allen. He got lathered from head to toe. The twins took every chance to rub wet slippery bodies together. Allen felt cleansed and refreshed. Hilda soaped and rinsed his flaccid rod and scrotum. Wash, rinse, repeat. 

Allen became less flaccid to the twins' delight. They tittered and fussed as they played with his lengthening central appendage.

Hilda wrapped both palms around his shaft and slid her slippery hands up and down their man-mate's standing erection. The knob was large, the shaft thick and long.

"Think you can fit it in, sister?"

Heidi bent forward, gravity elongating her nosecone breasts hanging below her chest as she peered closely at the two handfuls of man tool.

"Uhh...yeah...it's a lot bigger than those college boys but I think I can get it all in."

Allen was perplexed. He knew Heidi could get it all in; only yesterday in the hot-tub he had been balls deep in her snatch. Hilda had been tight and had gotten even tighter during her orgasms but she had taken him to the full.

Heidi clicked her tongue. "Okay, then, let's give it a try." 

Hilda gently tilted Allen's erection to horizontal as Heidi dropped to her knees, concentrating on the task before her. Allen glanced quickly around, looking for the chrome handholds, found none. Hilda noted Allen's sudden disquiet.

"Wait a minute, sis. I think Allen needs to sit for this one." 

Heidi looked up to see Allen's distressed expression. She rose to help with the rearrangements.

Hilda flipped out a panel in the stall wall. It created a seat at the height of a bar stool. It was high enough for Allen's legs to be mostly stretched out. The seat was narrow enough to let his balls dangle over the edge, giving Heidi open access. Allen rested his butt in the seat. Heidi would use the kneel-up pose to make it possible. Plans were coming together nicely. 

Allen braced his hands on the stall sides and watched Heidi kneel up between his legs. The spray heads continued to warm the steamy stall. One rained over Heidi's back. Hilda cautiously tilted Allen's cock forward, careful not to pinch his scrotum between meat and seat. Everything seemed to fit. 

Heidi took over and held the rod as she kissed the tip. She lathed her tongue under, over and around the crown. Puckering, she sucked the knob inside. Pulling back, she tongue tipped his slit, and then repeated the bob and caress combination several times. Now she held the knob inside but drew it back and forth across her tongue. The flat of her tongue held contact against the sensitive V, giving it constant stimulation.

Allen groaned. Hilda rubbed his chest and abs, tweaked his nipples. She burrowed a fingertip into his belly button, hearing his elongated moan, knowing the navel nerves were reflexing with tinkles on his cock tip.

Allen was already breathing harder. Heidi increased the depth but not the pace, bumping her tonsils with his spongy knob. Allen wanted to grab Heidi's head and gather speed but when he let one hand go, he realized he was trapped, needing both hands, heels and butt cheeks braced in order not to fall off the stool. Hilda caught him mid-waiver and placed his hand back on the wall. He pressed harder in his frustration. 

Hilda continued her upper body caresses: fingering his nipples, probing his belly button, brushing the hairs on the back of his neck, rubbing her nipples and boobs on his ribcage, pushing her tongue between his lips, scouring his teeth and gums. Her hand was furtively rubbing her cunt lips. Heidi's hands were swiping along Allen's inner thighs, sometimes cupping or fluttering his scrotum. Most of Allen's erogenous zones were in play. His whole body tingled.

Heidi performed the coup de grace. Taking a deep breath, she plunged forward, popping Allen's corona past her tonsils, embedding his knob in her throat. Her lips encircled the base of his cock. She pulled down gently on his ball sack. Heidi swallowed three times, massaging Allen's knob and corona. Hilda probed a fingertip into Allen's bellybutton, sending more tingles to his buried cock tip.

Allen lost it. His sperm charged from his prostrate, up the long penile tube and poured down Heidi's throat. The pulses flowed five times in quick succession, each accompanied by Allen's howls. He might have collapsed forward but an astute Hilda held her body hard against him as he juttered in his seat. She used her total weight to hold him against the back wall. During this orgasmic chaos, but after Allen's last rope had bounded out, Heidi pulled back to catch a breath. Allen finally trembled to a standstill, long after Heidi had swallowed his last rope of spunk. Hilda let him bend forward some but held him square on the seat. Heidi still held Allen warmly in her mouth, facilitating his full cycle of dwindling after-spasms. Flaccid now, she let him slide from her lips.

The twins watched Allen flex and test his limbs. He tried to stand but sat back again quickly. They sponged him in place. With time, he was able to stand and they helped him from the shower cabinet. Gathering his clothes, they wrapped him in a giant towel and walked him to the main room and a big stuffed chair. Gretchen tucked a blanket over Allen as he dozed off swaddled in towel and blanket before the comfy fireplace.

Gretchen looked concerned but the naked twins told her everything that had happened. She asked a few details and learned the twins had used her tips and advice on Allen during the shower session. She was pleased they had remembered her coaching.

"See how the tag team scenarios let you use combinations you can't pull off by yourself. Allen's whole body was super-sensitized by your hands, fingers, mouths. No wonder Allen is exhausted. You kept his nervous system red-lined the whole time. Good job!" She high fived them both, then smacked their bare butts, sending them off skittering to get dressed.

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Gretchen smoothed a hand along the couch cushion behind the slumbering Allen. She drifted back to her late adolescence. She gazed lovingly about the chalet... its rooms, its rustic furnishings, and its seclusion from pesky neighbors. This sofa under her hand was the very nadir of her adult life. She reminisced about the captivating weekend when her older sister had brought her to the chalet for a get-away weekend, just the two of them she had said. 

At the chalet, they found their father's middle aged colleague seated inside, serenely waiting, expecting them. The mature man had been a past momentary acquaintance to Gretchen but this time she was smitten by his attractive charm and composure. Gretchen was unsure about his presence; her older sister obviously not. Her sister showed the man a deferential friendliness as she presented Gretchen to him. The man reacted with patronizing informality. Her older sister's presumptuous style provoked Gretchen's hubris. Wasn't Gretchen the more eye-catching sister? She smugly flirted with the man, convinced that teasing him would vex her sister. The tables were turned on Gretchen as she succumbed to her own emotions.

Whether prearranged or happenstance, on this very spot, her father's colleague commenced his re-acquaintance with the tantalizing vixen by converting her from virgin to woman... and then transformed her even more. Throughout the weekend, the athletically molded man was patient, persistent, and lavish with his time and talents. He dedicated his robust vitalities exclusively to Gretchen. Her older sister stood by attentively, aiding and abetting the activities, inspiring and rousing Gretchen's imagination with clever tips and sage advice. 

The man stoked Gretchen's curiosity, cordially at first, then more adamant, insisting that she find out, first hand, the manifold ways a worthy female satiates a deserving male. The man memorized Gretchen's features as he handled her body: her shapes and sizes, her depths, her range of firmness and resiliency, her physical limits and reserves. 

Gretchen shyly, then obligingly, embraced the advancing levels of lust, surmounting the building intensities, striving to comply with his escalating demands. The man's ever-increasing tolerance to sexual stimulus gave her heartache but she persevered. Gretchen forced herself to boost the visual and tactile enticements that kept the man happy. Every single furnishing and stick of furniture found use as a bolster or brace for another bizarre posturing of her body. 

Occupied by endless erotic activity, Gretchen found these days and nights heady and intoxicating. She marveled at the number of times the man was able choose one of her orifices and pack the selection with his thick flesh and fluid. He was indifferent towards Gretchen's random orgasms, concerned only with maximizing his own gratification.

Before his brusque departure, her father's colleague dismissively informed the exhausted Gretchen that he deemed her efforts barely adequate. He handed her over to her sister, tersely telling Gretchen to sculpt away her body's imperfections, reflect on her attitude and shed her irritating adolescent vanity. After his exodus, the girls spent hours cleaning up the disheveled chalet.

Gretchen trudged back to her humdrum college life, exasperated with its dull civility. But fortune smoked its murky magic. Her amazing three days of ecstasy were only a teaser of her feasible future. 

Overjoyed when he called, Gretchen eagerly complied with his last minute summons to another rendezvous. She hurried to join her father's colleague alone at the chalet. They executed another soul draining weekend of lust. But it concluded too soon for her. Gretchen was worn out again but now she was hooked. She pleaded for more outings. He consented. She rearranged her life, her wardrobe, her diet, everything to accommodate his preferences and whims. 

Many more weekends followed with alternating venues: a city hotel, a houseboat, a camping trip. He perpetuated Gretchen's erotic addiction, producing her fix. He supplied her with a weekly allocation of his masculine bodily input, irrespective of his schedule conflicts. Once, obligated to cover a sexual scholastic weekend commitment, the man arrived unannounced for a midweek overnight tryst in her college dorm room. On those occasional weekends when he was completely indisposed, her father's colleague substituted select males to widen Gretchen's horizons. She usually met them in solo encounters but sometimes in groups. The chosen males shared the trials and toils of coaching Gretchen.

Gretchen savored every minute as her sensual repertoire grew. Her stamina increased and her limitations diminished. She became a virtuoso player in each assigned male's carnal orchestra. They tuned her to a perfect pitch: mind, body and soul. Her maestros used her as a matchless melody with which they composed ever more vigorous sexual sonatas for her to perform. Gretchen played the masterful opus that always propelled her fuck mates to crashing orgasmic crescendos.

Her father's colleague deemed Gretchen ready for her grand finale. He scheduled Gretchen for the next quarterly invitational before a panel of distinguished judges. A full week was set aside for final polishing just before the date. Her mentoring males took turns priming her for the carnal recital. Her father's colleague took the last turn of these final rounds, personally affirming her erotic proficiency. 

Thereafter, her father's colleague supervised Gretchen's fashion preparations for the tryout. A professional cosmetologist/stylist spent the entire afternoon getting her set for the debut. Her father's colleague gave pointed suggestions as the stylist set Gretchen's hair and then applied blushes, glosses and makeup to her face, nails and feminine erogenous zones. They added heels, jewelry and perfume to complete the statuesque goddess effect.

That evening, Gretchen, attired in near naked elegance, was strutted by her sponsor into the midst of the spellbound judges. She was astounded by a humbling revelation: her father was there as chief judge to preside over the special occasion. He had kept an eye on Gretchen's transformation after secretly directing its launch. He had been selecting performances from her filmed and written progress reports, collecting a personal list of favorites. He had fantasized, impatiently pestering his colleague to declare Gretchen ready for judging. His colleague had withheld his endorsement, giving Gretchen ample time and tenacity to achieve her true excellence.

Over the next several days and nights, her father closely observed Gretchen's reactions as the panel of his colleagues tangibly verified the perfection of her nubile body and passionate devotion to masculine fulfillment. He allowed a few brief periods for rest and re-preening but generally the assessments were incessant, one following on the heels of another. Almost convinced of her adequacy, her father removed Gretchen to his private chamber. For the last day and night, he drove her through his personal list of cravings. 

Emerging weary but satiated, her father pronounced his blessing for Gretchen to formally join her older sister in the family trade. Her father thanked his colleague for getting Gretchen this far along, informing him that his next nubile assignee had been picked out. A distant cousin's daughter, a freckled fiery redhead, would be presented to him in a few days. Meanwhile, Gretchen would proceed to her advanced lessons. The judges created a roster for weekends with Gretchen, each ready and willing to take their turn with the passionate female, lifting her to the next level. Gretchen had grown and prospered ever since. 

This chalet was truly a magical place. It had enabled Gretchen, and other choice females, to shrug off the shackles of restrictive social mores. Those chosen few had exited with their stuffy old inhibitions extinguished. Their spiritual fires were rekindled into an eternal flame for sexual quests.

Gretchen owed a deep debt of gratitude to her farsighted older sister, whose initial ruse with her in collaboration with their father and his colleagues had propelled Gretchen into this awesome way of life. Gretchen was proudly paying the debt forward to her nieces by sharing with them her meticulously acquired sensual acumen. She was giving them a foretaste of the feast to come. 

Hilda and Heidi would need rigorous conditioning before their inevitable inclusion with mother and aunt in the family trade. Gretchen recognized that the usual weekend tutors would be out matched. A special preparatory academy might be more appropriate. The dedicated male coach-tutors could continuously burnish their tools as they molded the feisty twins into the best they could be. And, undoubtedly, they would cherish the extra-long time that it would take to tame the twin dynamos.

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Mid-afternoon, Gretchen sat next to Allen on the couch by the chalet fireplace, leaning her head on his shoulder. The twins were playing cards on the floor, wearing only the stretchy spandex body suits. After breakfast and the mind-blowing shower, the quartet of snow-ins had lazed away the day, napping, snacking, sipping wine, playing card and board games. Allen had taught the twins some old dance moves: slow rumbas, butt wiggling meringues, close clutching tangos. The twins tried to teach him hip-hop dances but Allen couldn't seem to follow the erratic moves. The lessons descended into the twins gyrating in the middle of the room, bouncing about in their spandex suits, tits and ass jiggling, hair bobbing. Allen became their one man audience, submerged in deep couch cushions with Gretchen's soft boobs pressing his arm. The older pair cuddled, whispering bawdy jibes about the twin's impromptu show. Gretchen's hand grazed lightly across his pants covered groin.

"Which one next gets a poke from this big boy?" asked Gretchen. 

Allen took time to ponder his response. The conquests so far had been too easy. He wanted a challenge, winning a contest, claiming a prize.

"How long before we can go outside?"

"Soon, I think. Why, ready to leave so soon?"

"I was thinking of a game or a contest to pick my next mate."

"We could cut a deck of cards right now."

"No, I mean something physical. I want a chase or a race, something like that. I want something to work up my testosterone and libido."

Gretchen brightened up. "Girls, get your snowsuits on, we're going outside."

The chalet occupants now stood in snowsuits on the porch. The air was warmer than early morning, the eaves dripping icicles. The sun was sheening off the drifts. It was still rather cold.

Gretchen explained the game. "Whichever twin Allen captures and carries back inside, he's going to fuck until he's had enough. Then she has to clean the chalet tomorrow morning before we leave. You have to stay in the open areas nearby; don't run into the woods."

The girls absorbed the rules and then bolted over the porch rail to find themselves trapped in a drift. Allen reached down to grab a fir lined hood. It peeled off the suit as the girl struggled, rolling away. Allen trotted down the steps and gave chase. Gretchen trotted behind. The girls stopped at the edge of the clearing and watched his approach. The hoodless one gathered a handful of snow, balled it, and tossed it towards Allen. She was too far away and it sailed wide. Laughing, the other one followed suit, grazing Allen's shoulder at closer range. 

Allen charged forward and the girls separated, each circling the clearing in a different direction. Allen followed the one running clockwise. He paced her run. She was obviously fitter than him. She stayed out of his range of grasp... but flirtingly not too far.

As they high stepped through the snow, Allen saw the other twin running toward them along the woods. She ran past her sister, straight at him, dodged at the last moment but not soon enough. Allen got a clutch on the snowsuit's sleeve, held on and dragged her down. As they wrestled in the snow, she unzipped the suit, squirmed out and pranced away in her spandex body suit. It was Heidi. 

Hilda and Gretchen watched from a distance as Allen got up, tossed the empty suit on the porch and resumed the chase for Heidi. He now planned to stay between her and the chalet, waiting for the cold to force her surrender.

They played cat and mouse, Heidi running sideways, Allen cutting the distance and keeping her at the edge of the woods. Suddenly, Heidi stopped and hugged her arms to her body.

"It's cold. Give me back my snow suit." Allen was glad that he had taken time to throw it on the porch.




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"Come and get it."

Heidi whined "Nooo... I can't. You'll catch me and I'll have to clean the chalet by myself tomorrow."

"Yeah... that's bad 'cause you probably won't get much sleep tonight either. I have lots of plans for you."

Heidi took one more desperate loop around the chalet; Allen ran the other way and cut her off at the porch steps, finally capturing Heidi in a standing bear-hug. He held her until Gretchen and Hilda pulled up. Allen tossed Heidi over his shoulder in a fireman carry, laughing as he spanked her stretch covered ass as he carried her up the porch steps. He waited for Gretchen to hold the door then marched Heidi inside. He ascended the loft staircase, still carrying Heidi.

At the top, Allen called out to the rafters for everyone to hear. "Don't wait up. We'll see you at breakfast. Hope's it a big one because we're going to be really, really hungry. Good night."

Allen strode to Heidi's bedroom door. Behind his back, she raised her head, grinned and palm cupped a little goodbye to the other females watching from below. They blew her a kiss as she disappeared inside her bedroom. The door slammed shut.

Allen heaved Heidi onto her bed. She grabbed the covers and rolled up in a cocoon. Allen knelt by the fireplace, cradled some logs and lit the gas starter flame. Heidi watched with just her blue eyes and platinum blonde head poking out the top of her quilted 'burrito'. The logs caught quickly, sending red glimmerings dancing across the walls. The snug room quickly began to warm. The sun was setting, added its own dusky redness to the darkening room.

Allen dropped his outer wear. He leaned over Heidi still peeking out from her wrapper. He gently peeled back the edges exposing Heidi's wet spandex to the open air. She shivered. The room was warmer but her spandex body suit was soaked.

Allen gripped the collar and slowly peeled the stretchy knit fabric off Heidi's arms, down her body and over her ankles. He tossed the damp wad over his shoulder. He never looked away from Heidi's delicious naked form lying naked on the bed. Allen pulled off his remaining clothes, and then gathered to his chest Heidi and the swaddling blankets. He wrapped the covers around both their bodies and they huddled on the floor in front of the fire. 

Allen rubbed Heidi briskly to get her circulation moving: her back, her chest, her arms, her legs. She let him work freely, happy when he moved to more intimate caresses: her breasts, her nipples, and her cunt. Finally kisses, starting with the same intimate inventory and ending at her mouth with tongue play. Heidi was all warmed up.

They continued the lazy finger and tongue explorations. The quiet pair played for an hour as the flames flared up and died down. Heidi sought Allen's guidance.

"I'm okay now. We can do more. You captured me; now I'm here to oblige your pleasure. What do you want of me?"

Allen wanted something different, sampling more of Heidi's diverse talents and charms. He had fucked a quick one with her straddling him in the hot-tub and nearly passed out from her deep blowjob in the shower. After the chase, the cold and the snuggling, he knew what he wanted. Allen wanted tenderness. He chose to act rather than speak. 

He opened the puffy blanket and laid it smooth across the floor. The room was warm enough for open air movement. He laid Heidi out on her back. She raised her knees in the missionary pose. Allen straddled above her. She was Hilda's twin and their visual similarities reminded him of last night in Hilda's bed. He hoped Heidi was as tight, energetic and caring as her sister. It was a tall order to be sure but, well, they were twins, right?

Allen bent in for a kiss. Heidi gave forth a wet, passionate one, tongue nipping to but not past her full lips. She worked a hand to his groin and rubbed his half hard shaft. Allen held his face and body in position; Heidi kept up the facial and genital stimulation. As his erection grew, she gauged its firmness. They continued the kiss but Heidi thought Allen was firm enough and ready. She pulled him lower into her saddle. 

Allen adjusted his knees and lowered his hips. Heidi had him lined up and he sank into her, inch by inch until he was resting his hips against hers. Neither one cared about depth. They rocked his knob along her tube, enjoying the mutual friction. This was the tenderness that Allen sought. He was content to move gracefully like this for a long time. Heidi seemed at peace as well.

Allen continued the slow deep strokes. He leaned up and added kisses to Heidi's jiggling nipples. She giggled, liking the caress and feeling good about the slow pace and gentleness. Allen was not really the cruel brut that had kept her at bay in the yard, chilly in the snow. He was presenting his soft side and Heidi appreciated Allen's inner kindness.

Despite the slow going, Allen and Heidi sensed the rise in their ardors. They felt and heard small clues signaling the mutual desire to move things along. An extra caress here, a wiggle there, a moan that was a little bit louder and longer than the last one: these marked the steady escalation of their latent lust. They never paused, but added hip rolls to hip thrusts, leading their mate to greater height. The motions became more dynamic, the bumps harder, the sweaty squeaks of skin on skin friction. 

Heidi locked her legs behind Allen, he embraced her torso in a crush and, as if by prior agreement, they reached simultaneous peaks. Allen held deep and spewed sperm, Heidi wailed and her cunt contracted. They vibrated on the floor until it passed. Allen rested in the saddle. Heidi flipped the blanket sides over them both, forming her cocoon again. They nipped and kissed until Allen fell out. The fire was low and the chill re-entering the room. They moved to the bed woozily, drugged by their endorphins. They spooned and slept beneath the covers.

Allen awoke on his back. Heidi was missing but he rediscovered her lower in the blankets. His resurgent cock knob was held lightly by her mouth as she suckled it. This was not the shower stall deep throat but Heidi's way to show her own tenderness. He let her play as she would, for as long as she liked. She achieve her goal when Allen dribbled a moderate, body tingling spasm of spunk onto her fluttering tongue behind her caressing lips. Heidi sucked one long and hard pull, drawing out any stragglers. She licked his groin completely; making sure Allen was clean of residue before returning to her pillow and the remainder of her slumber.

Dawn spilled into the room. The door swept open and Allen woke. Heidi was gone, completely this time, but Gretchen entered carrying a tray of coffee and croissants. "Sleep well?" she asked as she set the tray at bedside. 

Allen stretched and yawned. Gretchen sat on the bed and handed him a cup before breaking a croissant and lathering on marmalade. She ate with him as he came fully out of his sleepy daze.

"Where's Heidi? Is she okay?" he asked.

"She's cleaning up the chalet downstairs, as agreed. Hilda is helping her. Those girls are nearly inseparable and work well as a team. Heidi is singing your praises to Hilda so she must be doing okay." 

Gretchen traced a finger across Allen's chest, brushing his nipples as she smiled.

"Oh, but listen to me going on. You already know what great teamwork those girls can perform, don't you?"

Allen recalled his memorable shower and the sleep of exhaustion later. They really were a marvelous team. Allen drained his cup and munched the rest of the croissants.

Gretchen set the crumbs and dregs on the tray and leaned in to peck Allen's lips. "I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news but we must leave this morning. Your flight home takes-off this evening. After we drop off the twins at college, I will take you to the airport." Gretchen stayed face close waiting for his response.

Allen grumbled at the unwelcome reality. "I guess I should get cleaned up before we go."

Gretchen nodded and took the tray downstairs. Allen figured he was in for a lonely shower, if not a cold one. But in the bathroom, a naked Gretchen awaited him. She put him in the bubble bath tub and knelt outside, leaning in to sponge him everywhere. She shampooed his hair, massaging his scalp as he lay back and soaked. Gretchen was thorough and liberal with her efforts. Finding his cock, she stroked him lovingly as he squeezed and played with her generous dangling tits. Allen found it wonderfully relaxing, encased in warm sudsy water, being mildly caressed and fondling Gretchen. Allen groaned out a last spew as Gretchen brought him to his finale.

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The car was packed and the chalet locked and secure. The sun was out; the snow beginning to melt. The lethargic lovers gave a last longing look around at the splendid view of the surrounding mountains and valley vista below. The ride down was uneventful. 

Allen sat in the back with Hilda, Heidi riding shotgun and Gretchen driving. The girls were quieter now, chatting small talk, dispirited to be returned to spare dorm rooms and mediocre food. They would go back to fending off silly boys trying inanely to get into their pants. They had applied for transfers to larger schools but to no avail. They wanted a full life-skills education, including but going beyond the science of forests and fishes. Gretchen understood their disheartened demeanor from her own early experiences. 

The sun was waning as they arrived at the small college. Heidi and Hilda said their goodbyes with cheek buzzes and boob pressing hugs and kisses. Allen watched their pert spandex covered asses sashay up the steps to the dorm. They waved one last time and disappeared inside.

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Gretchen hugged Allen's arm as they strolled down the last concourse before the security scanners in Oslo Airport. It had been a wild and wonderful week, far surpassing their last year encounter in New York. 

Allen loved playing the free-spirited games of cloistered nakedness with Gretchen. But he loathed the upcoming gauntlet of public semi-strip employed by the airport security personnel. He stutter-stepped... hesitated... halted. He thought of staying here, not returning to New York. But Gretchen was not his to keep. He knew she must have a busy datebook of other men's fantasies to fulfill. 

Allen felt sad. Gretchen sensed his melancholy. She had seen this often at the end of her missions. The idea of leaving her melted even the toughest male ego. Gretchen felt blessed and honored to be so coveted but the partings were hard for her as well. She preferred to slip away early on the last morning, leaving her testosterone drained mates in bed asleep. She had done that to Allen in New York when she left the note from Allen's best client. He had been left with hope for the future.

Allen hung his head. Gretchen wanted to soothe his angst, give him hope again, like in New York. 

"Will you dream of me?" she asked quietly.

Allen was already dreaming of her and he was still here in her arms. "I'll never get you out of my mind."

Gretchen cooed "I like that. You make me feel special. Hilda and Heidi: are you dreaming of them also?"

Allen couldn't shake the memory of the twins either and said so. Gretchen kissed him with affection then circled his neck in a hug. She whispered close to his ear her message of hope.

"Make another deal with your friend. He knows how to find me if he wants to reward you again."

One last kiss and Gretchen slipped out of Allen's arms and walked away, out of the airport and possibly out of his life... forever. Allen was determined to prevent that catastrophe. He intended to earn another rewarding week with Gretchen. He entered the security zone and faced the long trip home. He was already planning how to make bigger investment windfalls for his best client ever and earn his just, no... make that lust, rewards.

Herded onto the plane with the other passengers, he found his first class seat and settled in. The plane was nearly full with a few scattered empty seats. The stewardess was droning her preflight safety monologue. There was a minor commotion at the front door. Two platinum blonde bundles of excitement bounced in. It was Hilda and Heidi, still wearing the spandex body suits under mid-thigh sweater dresses to add some modesty. The flustered stewardess motioned them towards their empty first class seats, anxious to get the long flight buttoned up and in the air. 

Heidi couldn't contain herself as she high-fived Hilda. "Hah! We made it just in time!"

Every man on the plane had his wide lecherous eyes fixed on the bubbly pair.

Hilda spotted a familiar face. It was attached to a familiar body, an intimately familiar body.

"Oh, Allen! Good news! We're going to America, too. Isn't that great!?"

Now every man on the plane had squinty jealous eyes fixed on Allen. He tried to be nonchalant and suave as he took a lingering sip of his drink, scratched his neck and felt a tremor in his groin.

Allen said a little too coolly "Yeah, that's great. What's the story?"

Hilda explained. "We found out at the dorm that we were accepted as scholarship transfer students to a special preparatory school, the Total Woman Academy. They booked us on this flight; so here we are."

Allen's face failed to conceal his resurgent hope and interest. He asked a little too brightly "Is that near New York City?"

Heidi chimed in. "We don't know. The location is a big secret or something. A man, I think his name is Ned, will meet us at the airport with a limousine and transfer us to the Junior facility. Maybe you could come visit us."

Allen sure wanted to but the path to glory can be convoluted. He needed to work things out with his best client ever; his client seemed to move in these mysterious circles. He had provided Allen with Gretchen's alluring charms...twice. Allen was sure his best client could find this Total Woman Academy. For all Allen knew, his best client might be a board member or pledge contributor or something. Allen would propose two rewards, a week with Gretchen and a holiday with Heidi and Hilda. His best client would know what to do and how to do it.

The plane rumbled down the runway, nosed up and mounted the wind for its gallop across the Atlantic Ocean. Allen settled back and closed his eyes. His lips smiled and his cock stiffened as he day-dreamed of Gretchen, Heidi and Hilda...and his possible chance to fuck them again. 



Total Woman Vignettes 08



Prologue

Barbara dressed and left the office as Bradley logged in to complete Barbara's interview file. He was not content with her level of participation. She had complied with his instructions but had left him to perform most of the exertions. She had not invited Debra to stay and join them or help out. Her natural instincts needed maturing before she could become a good assistant or later on, a field operative. He gave her middling scores and did not recommend a hire, citing her need to gain more openness in her sexuality. He expected his assistants to be livelier in their roles and duties.

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Barbara was nearing Krista's office when Anna skipped out. In the doorway, she brightly turned and gushed her gratitude.

"Thank you for hiring me into the training program. I'm going to work long and hard every day to echo TWS's faith in me. See you Monday."

Barbara watched Anna leave. She knew there were two openings and hoped she got selected for the other one. She knocked tentatively on Krista's open door.

"Oh, Barbara, please come and close the door. Let's debrief your interview and practicum."

Barbara sat as Krista quickly scanned the onscreen form.

"I see you were unexpectedly disturbed during your practicum. How did that go?"

"Well, I was polite to Debra and Mr. Bradley waited until she left to continue."

"I see...have you ever been interrupted like that before during sex... or had an audience?"

"Not that I recall. I was usually someplace more private and secure."

"So... that was a new kind of experience?"

"Yes, I guess so."

Krista was getting a sense of shyness and reluctance from Barbara. Krista would need to end this gently.

"I am sorry about this but I don't think that the interrupted practicum was a true test of your abilities and aptitudes. I want to reschedule you for another practicum later. Unfortunately, our schedule is pretty full right now. Can we call you when a time slot arises?"

"Yes, ma'am. "

Barbara looked disappointed and didn't cover it very well. Krista understood why some of Barbara's evaluation comments were not the best. TWS hired junior assistants with future operational potential in mind. They provided robust training and unending practice. But some things needed to be instinctive: initiative, persistence and stoic demeanor. Krista rose behind her desk.

"That's good. In the meantime, you should keep in top shape for the next practicum. Strive for diverse practice sessions with any man you meet at work, at the market or in your neighborhood. Three times a day can be very beneficial. Age is not important; older men can often teach you a new trick or two. Try some furtive, semi-public venues. When our call comes, we want you to be in tip-top shape to really nail your practicum. Good luck, good hunting and we will be in touch."

Krista guided Barbara out of her office. As she watched Barbara head to the elevator, she thought about her advice. Yes, the buxom Barbara wasn't yet TWS material. But some lucky men in her world would soon be savoring a tasty new treat named Barbara as she sought out specialized work-skills development opportunities.

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Present Day

Barbara exited the revolving lobby doors of the building housing Total Woman Security Headquarters. She had coveted this interview opportunity for months after she had graduated from the associated Total Woman Academy. It had been going okay until the practicum. As one of the executives was putting her through her paces, his secretary had unwittingly disturbed them as Barbara was bent over his desk about to be mounted. Darn the Luck! After greetings and introductions, the secretary had departed and the executive had finished her off. Apparently though, it had been not enough to suitably complete the interview process and she had not been hired... yet.

Krista, the Chief Executive, had been considerate, advising Barbara to remain 'tuned-up' for her out of the blue makeup practicum. Barbara was committed in her heart to follow that plan. She headed for her loft apartment downtown.

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It was late night in the upscale hotel bar. Barbara was sitting alone at a remote table near the idle baby grand piano, watching the bar empty as the lingering patrons wandered up to their rooms for what sleep was available for the remainder of the night. It was late and a lone tuxedoed gentleman and the bartender were the only ones left, in quiet discussion at the oak and brass bar as they occasionally glanced her way.

The bartender walked to her table and set a drink before her. "Complements of the gentleman at the bar" he said. She tipped her glass to the gentleman who responded from across the room with a reflective tip of his head and glass. The bar tender asked if she needed anything else; his shift was ending and he was closing up the bar service. She was welcome to stay and unwind as long as she wanted. 

Barbara declined anything more from the bar. The bartender cleaned up and rolled down the security screen, locking the liquor up for the night. He whispered briefly to the tuxedoed gentleman before departing and closing the brass and dark oak doors that separated the bar from the hotel lobby. The gentleman finished his drink. He climbed off his stool and headed for the lobby doors; Barbara thought he was leaving her alone in the room. Instead, he threw the deadbolt lock and sauntered back towards her table. Standing tall before her, he quietly spoke to Barbara.

"You're out late; any particular reason or just chilling the night away?"

Barbara wasn't sure how to respond but found some words. "Just a girl out on the town."

"Want some company?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

The gentleman took the dining room seat on Barbara's left and they lightly chatted away about everything and nothing, their interests and quirks. Barbara even got his name: Eddie. Finally Eddie took on a serious face.

"Really, Barbara, tell me the truth. Why are you here tonight?"

Barbara appreciated the way Eddie was polite and attentive. She was mildly attracted to him, his mature bearing and confident style. She remembered Krista's advice: 'older men can often teach you a new trick or two. Try some furtive, semi-public venues'. This place, time and man seemed furtive and semi-public, safe and secure, yet exposed and naughtily dangerous.

"I am interviewing for a special position with a private security firm. The final stage of my evaluation was interrupted but it unveiled deficiencies they want me to correct before I get a retest. I'm new in town and while I'm waiting for the retest summons, I'm looking for scenarios where I can get some skills practice."

Eddie took that in. Barbara was being vague. Eddie probed for specifics.

"What particular skills are you trying to improve?" 

Barbara went all in; better to own up now than continue the dodge and drama.

"The position I'm interviewing for uses sex to entrap the target party. I do fabulous with secluded rendezvouses but not so good with intercourse in public places. I need to learn how to swiftly get past my underlying timidity and hang-ups. I need to act quickly as soon as the man becomes aroused and pliable."

Eddie was a little taken back by her direct admission.

"And how do you intend to get that practice?"

"Well... I was hoping you might help me. You're a new acquaintance and this is a semi-public place. I know I'm asking a lot but there it is."

Eddie wanted to see where this was going. If she asked for money, he would know this was a setup. If not, Barbara was knockout gorgeous in her glamorous cocktail dress with the matching makeup and flirty hairdo. He figured she had been waiting on her 'sugar daddy' but had been stood-up. If so, that was one dumb SOB. Eddie aspired to be her stand-in 'sugar daddy'. Being a true gentleman, he could generously spare some time to help out this damsel in distress.

"Okay... so where do we go from here?"

"You don't go anywhere" she said.

Barbara stood and sidled beside Eddie's chair. As he looked up, she leaned down and kissed his lips. Eddie moved one hand behind Barbara's ass and drew her closer. They smooched; not a deep tongue kiss or a furtive peck but a soft steady rolling of lips on lips.

Eddie tasted her cherry lipstick and inhaled a minty aroma. His hand rubbed her ass over the sheer silver cocktail dress wrapping her buxom body. His hand slowly swept the terrain and found no pantie line. His other hand caught her dark tresses, just holding her lightly against his lips. She didn't move in or away. 

Eddie let his hand slide down her neck and her bare back. He realized she had no bra strap either. He broke the kiss and tilted his head forward, peering down her cleavage. Her nipple nubs were poking at the thin dress bodice. She kissed his shaved head. 

Barbara's skirt was short, barely covering her lovely butt. Eddie used both hands to smooth it up to her waist. Yep, she wasn't wearing panties, her shaved cunt forming a fleshy slotted V between her legs. Eddie pulled her into his lap, sidesaddle. She was face to face height now, an inviting position to resume the kisses.

One hand smoothed her bare ass cheek; the other bounced her handful of fabric covered tit. Eddie thumbed the popped up nub. Barbara reacted with a tongue dart between his lips. Eddie assumed she liked the brush; maybe Barbara liked bare nipple play even more. It was time to try out a new escapade in their hasty liaison.

Both Eddie's hands found the tab behind her neck, unfastened it and pulled down her top. The elegant cocktail dress was now a bunched band of silver fabric wrapping Barbara's waist. Eddie was captivated by the vista. He paused in the foreplay to ogle her physique. Eddie tilted her body this way and that, getting a circumferential view of her nudity in motion. He patted her breasts lightly, watching the fleshy packages jiggle. He drummed his fingers on her smooth ass cheeks. Eddie liked what he felt and saw. 

Barbara saw Eddie's mounting curiosity and moved to sit astride his knees, her spread legs exposing her pink. She loosed Eddie's bowtie, and worked downward, unfastening the shirt's stud buttons. Barbara's unfettered breasts jiggled as she worked. At Eddie's waist, she found the pants closure and unclosed it. She leaned in for the delicate work at his groin. Her jellied breasts with pouty nipples swayed even more. The fly zipper rasped as it split open to well below his balls. Except for his boxers, Eddie was bare from neck to scrotum.

Barbara dismounted his legs and really leaned in. Her breasts swung almost vertical from her chest. They maintained youthful spheroids; her hair obscuring her face. She tugged at Eddie's waistband. He propped his ass above the chair seat so she could pull pants and boxers down his hairy legs to pool around his shoes. Now Eddie was bare from scalp to ankles. Eddie saw Barbara's eyes and grin brighten as she perceived his groin.

Barbara remounted higher up his thighs this time. Her hands circled his tubular meat. She squeezed and released rather than stroked. Eddie grew past her one palm width and she used two hands now to compress and stimulate his erection. It became fully two hands long and plenty around. She could just barely cross thumb and fingers. 

Eddie fondled Barbara's boobs, his hands cupping, bouncing, and kneading the masses while his fingers toying with her nipples. Barbara appreciated Eddie's consideration to her arousal but her natural moisture was already flowing from the nerves knotting her stomach. She uneasily glanced around the soft lit room. No disturbances were likely; the door was locked and it was awfully late in the night for casual wandering patrons. She deemed this a good spot for her first training drill.

Eddie let one tit go as he pulled her head in for another kiss. Then he held back but still whispery close to her face.

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be; how about you?"

Barbara responded by smoothing Eddie's exposed hairy chest. She hugged his neck as she squashed her soft pliant boobs to his tanned chiseled pectorals. Eddie helped elevate her hips and scooted one hand under to align his cock with her juicy cunt. The penetration was as smooth as the feel of Barbara's silk dress. Eddie hugged her torso as they wormed their hips to promote mutual stimulation. The room was quiet except for their bodies' squishing sounds and the tick-tock of the ornamental wall hung coo-coo. They were well into their rise when the clock announced 3 AM. The three loud brass gongs startled Barbara. She yipped, froze and hugged her face into Eddie's neck. Her nerves were on edge from the tawdriness of their public coupling. Eddie gently pushed her upright to check her condition.

"Are you okay?" 

Barbara's flush face nodded with embarrassment. "That was sudden" she said.

"Stuff like that happens in public places. Do you want to continue?" Eddie wasn't sure why he asked that stupid question. He sure wanted to continue and would have a major case of blue balls if she said 'No'.

"I think so...Yeah." 

Barbara resumed her chest massaging boob hug. The pair resumed their genital massaging strokes. And Eddie resumed his massaging handgrip and release on Barbara's ass.

They rose easily to their previous erotic level and kept climbing. Barbara's juices flowed, sloppily wetting both their groins, augmenting the squishy sounds. She was emitting other sounds: little ughs at the bottom bump, little ohh's and ahh's when they stuttered at the top before reversing stroke direction. Eddie was grunting through his exertions. 

The dark oak door rattled, keys jangled and the bolt thudded. The door opened wide and a man entered. Barbara was facing the door, saw it and froze again. Eddie impatiently spanked her ass cheek a resounding 'crack' and motioned her to continue bobbing her butt. He was too far along to stop now, disturbance be damned. Barbara buried her face in Eddie's neck. She peeked fearfully between her face obscuring curls, trying to hide her identity. 

She need not have bothered. The barman had returned for a forgotten whatever. He saw the familiar pair in deep seated coitus and paid them hardly another glance. Barbara tried to concentrate on her hip jogs as she buried her face in Eddie's neck. She sensed the barman retrieve the 'whatever' and depart, locking the door behind him. Barbara consciously relaxed and let herself go. The thrill of exposure and escape set her off and she wailed out her orgasm as Eddie shot his load in her vagina. They jerked and shuddered to an eventual standstill.

Barbara was silently weeping, her forehead pressed on his shoulder. Eddie rubbed her warm flushed back, shushing cooing sounds to comfort her. He kissed her cheek and helped her sit upright, still pinioned on his fleshed out cock.

"What's the matter?"

"Oh, nothing really, just nerves."

Eddie smoothed her hair back to survey her face and eyes. He held one cheek in hand and stared, concerned.

"So are you feeling well enough to get home okay? I can get you a cab."

"Yeah, I'm okay. You've been very nice to me, just being a random guest and all."

"Guest? No, I'm not a guest; I'm the hotel security supervisor. We wouldn't leave a random guest with a lone woman in a public place like this."

Barbara droopily pulled off Eddie and rose from his lap. She stood and refastened her neck band, smoothing down her skirt to hang at high thigh. Eddie stood and hiked up his pants, buttoned up and leaned in for a last kiss. Barbara still tasted of cherry and smelled of mint with a heavy musk overtone. She retrieved her purse as he donned his shirt. Eddie held her arm as he asked her the obvious question.

"Can I see you again?"

"I don't know about that Eddie. I need to practice with strangers in public places. I know you now so you're not a stranger. That would break the rules."

"Okay, then, let's try this. Come by every Wednesday at midnight. I have contacts with security at all the other downtown hotels. I can arrange for you to meet different strangers each time. If you need a variety of public places, you can meet them at the other hotel lobbies and choose a setting. Will that help?"

Barbara considered the offer and agreed it would be a big help. Eddie escorted her out of the bar, through the hotel lobby and stayed with her while the doorman flagged a cab. Eddie held Barbara's door as she got in, and then leaned in for a parting exchange.

"Be here next Wednesday midnight and I'll have a few men you can flirt with and choose from. Okay? Is it a date?"

Barbara confirmed the arrangement. She asked Eddie if there was anything she could do for him.

"Sure... got any friends looking for skills development? Bring them by and introduce them to me. I always enjoy meeting mysterious ladies in strange public places. I've decided to make it my newest hobby."

Barbara said she definitely would check around among her friends and pecked Eddie a kiss goodbye. The cab pulled away and she gave the driver her address. She mused on the novel plan. Here she was, a stranger to him but Eddie had volunteered to impose on his friends' time and trouble just to help her out. She thought she was going to like it here. This sure was a friendly city.

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Weeks went by and Eddie was true to his promise. Every Wednesday, Barbara received a text message to come to his hotel or was given another hotel name and address. Sometimes Eddie introduced her to her 'stranger of the night'. Other times, she entered the newest hotel lobby and a handsome young man approached her with a simple introduction like "I'm Eddie's friend". He would lead her to a semi-secluded spot, either inside the hotel or a cab ride away: a park or subway station. The sexual encounters were titillating and Barbara was getting bolder with her new found attitude.

With prompting, Barbara had confided in her roommates. Samantha and Lana were intrigued. Barbara sent them to see Eddie. He was magnanimous in his welcome. Samantha and Lana joined the mid-week rendezvous, though they were willing to repeat dates with the particularly endowed partners. 

The weekends found them trolling the nightclubs outside the circle of Eddie's acquaintances. Disco music thumped its mind numbing beat as Barbara danced with her two best girlfriends. Her translucent stretchy maillot was low cut and what there was of it, barely covered her large nipples, shadowing through the thin fabric. The dark spots were orbiting rhythmically on her chest, almost waving hello, as her breasts bounced in tempo with her hips and the hard drumming of the house dance mix music. Her pleated plaid skirt fluffed against her toned butt, barely concealing the chink where ass met thigh. Those two items and her heels comprised her outfit; she was braless and commando.

Several young men had tried to attract her attention. Barbara understood their interest; who wouldn't be? But they were overgrown boys, post-teenaged youngsters, not yet mature. Not her cup of tea.

As Barbara teased the jammed crowd, her eye caught a tall slender man standing along the wall, his thumbs tucked into his tight jean's pockets. His well-built biceps and pecs strained his tight black tee. He was looking steadily at her. She stuttered a little in her step, touched her neck below her ear and slid back her wavy hair to expose a flash of neck in his direction. He continued staring blandly. 

Barbara turned away and showed him her best booty bump dance move. The skirt flittered and cavorted on her toned ass. As she rotated to the music, she looked back his way. He continued to stare without expression.

The song ended, transitioning into the next tune. Barbara tapped her friends arm and gestured in the dark man's direction. Her friend agreed with her choice and watched her sashay away.




Total Woman Vignettes 08



As Barbara got closer to her target, she could see he hadn't shaved recently; stiff long stubble on his cheeks and chin. It spoke 'Bad Boy'. The butterflies in her stomach confessed her appeal to the 'Bad Boy' image. 

She had to stand very close to him as she shouted over the revived dance din. "Hi" she yelled.

The man only tilted his ear towards her, unable to hear. Barbara stood on her tiptoes, compressing her stretch covered boobs against his torso, straining to get her lips near his ear. "Hi" she repeated.

The man kept his thumbs in his pockets as she stood down but not back, keeping the stressed cotton to cotton contact.

"Hi, yourself" he said pokerfaced, his head tilted down to look into her upturned face. Barbara pressed on.

"My friends and I have a table in the corner. Want to join us?"

"Sounds okay. Might be a little quieter."

She took his hand and led him to the back of the room, finding her friends waiting at the last booth along the wall, a round pedestal table centered within a semi-circular sofa. She introduced them, and then paused; she didn't know his name. He rescued her.

"My name is Ben. Pleased to meet you, Samantha and Lana." He turned to Barbara and asked "And you are...?"

"Barbara."

Her friends scooted around and gestured Ben into the booth. They rearranged so that Ben and Barbara could sit between them with their backs to the wall. A scantily clad waitress took drink orders and returned with clear liquids in glasses, unadulterated by sweets and fruit flavors. The quartet imbibed and babbled. He paid particular attention to Barbara, looking into her eyes as she made a point or joke in the conversation. Ben slackened his reserve as he thawed in the presence of this trio of beauties.

Barbara was getting good vibes. She touched Ben's arm, flipped her hair, giggled at his jokes. Ben was paying more consideration to Barbara. Her friends perceived and supported his moves. Ben was Barbara's quarry and tonight they were wing-girls helping her out in any way they could.

Lana was telling Ben a funny anecdote. Barbara feigned mock interest by leaning in and holding her chin propped in one hand braced by an elbow on the table. Her other hand reached under the table and slid her palm across Ben's thigh, and then smoothly to his groin, rubbing his denim covered man-package. Ben never paused in his attentiveness to Lana. He calmly reached under the table, loosed his belt and unsnapped the jeans button. Barbara groped deftly for the zipper and pushed the brass tab downward. She felt for his boxer waist band only to find Ben commando like her. Her fingers wormed under and around his meat, drawing it out for study and stimulation. It was flaccid but still substantial in her petite hand.

Ben's undercover hand was now free for its own explorations. He slipped under Barbara's skirt, verifying his hunch from watching her dance; Barbara was not wearing panties. His fingers met warm dewiness inside the shaved cunt cover flaps. He began a gentle slide along her oily vulva, slow strokes with mixed pressure. 

Ben trailed off his conversations with Lana and Sam, looking into Barbara's face. They impassively locked eyes, concentrating on getting and giving genital stimulation. The pair's changed mood and their flushing faces did not go unnoticed. Samantha peeked under the table and then cupped her hand for a whisper into Lana's ear. The unattached pair turned slightly away and shielded the table's view, acted as lookouts and guards for the coming action. 

Ben wiggled his finger into Barbara's opening. Her concentration broke with a sigh. Ben seized the opportunity and captured her face in a kiss. Ben sucked intensely, a titillating treat, feeling his heartbeat pound his veins. Barbara gave a little moan, her reaction of approval. Ben ran his arm around Barbara's shoulder and wormed his and inside her stretchy bodysuit, palming her warm, spongy tit. He fondled the mass as he pulled her in for a deeper kiss.

Ben wanted more; Barbara was not about to object. He pulled her stretchy top out and down. Barbara didn't even glance around, trusting her friends to keep their vigil inside the crowded club.

Ben cupped and lifted the exposed boob, transferring his mouth to her nipple and sucking hard. Barbara circled her hand behind his head and held his suckling face against her tit. His tongue flicked her nub, his teeth nipped gently and he pulled with vacuum strength. Ben withdrew his lips for a quick moment of rest and respiration.

Barbara swayed her shoulders, swiping her nipple across Ben's cheeks as he worked to recapture the rosette. Needing a distraction to make her stay still, Ben shoved his finger deep in her cunt and wiggled it. Barbara froze, allowing Ben to reacquire his target. Sucking and wiggling, Ben heard Barbara inhale sharply. He searched with his finger pad and found the small bulge deep on her vaginal wall. He rubbed it, securing guttural moans from his mate. His spare hand cupped a bare ass cheek and gripped it hard.

That did it. Barbara gasped and froze, quaking in Ben's oral and manual grips. The orgasm electrified her nerves, constricting her throat until it didn't anymore, threatening to induce an outcry. Instead, Barbara bit her hand, stifling the perilous heads-up noise. When the hot rolls ebbed and the danger of discovery abated, Barbara laid her head against Ben's chest, letting her breathing slow. He let his finger rotate gently deep inside her, holding Barbara in an extended dwindling ecstasy.

Barbara recovered her wits. Ben used his sticky hand to tilt her chin up and kissed her. He smelled her musk and watched her eyes clear. She was still holding his rigid cock in her hand. She gave it a small stroke and wiggle. When Barbara arched her eyebrows and curled her lips in a questioning smile, Ben leaned to her ear and coolly commanded "Suck it!"

Ben's statement sounded abrupt in her post orgasmic bliss but not unwarranted. It was his turn and he had declared his preference. Barbara was honor bound to reward his work. Without hesitation, she extricated her heated half nude body from his embrace and slithered beneath the table. The limits of her new surroundings included Ben's noble erection on one side and her friends' heel clad legs screening the open end of the booth. 

Above, Ben laid an arm casually across the back of the booth and fingered his drink, scanning the not so distant dance floor, appearing as if nonchalantly awaiting Barbara's return from the powder room.

Below, Barbara opened Ben's pants wider and extricated his foreplay stiffened cock. It looked to be just her size; long and fat, mouthwatering and mouth filling. She was motivated by the mild challenge and the fortuitous chance to get the right kind of practice.

Barbara licked Ben's tubular meat, tasting his musk and lubricating the rod. She tongue tipped his cock tip, then slid her flat lingual surface all around the knob. Ben gave a little jump when she did that; Barbara figured that must either feel good or bad but Ben's was at least sensing her efforts. He widened his leg stance, inviting her in closer for more, providing better access. Barbara took the cue and complied.

She knelt up, bumping her head against the table, rippling Ben's drink and giving Samantha and Lana a start. Lana casually peeked under the table, pretending to retrieve something she dropped. Lana saw Barbara cover Ben's engorged tip with her lips and smoothly descend all the way in one slow stroke. Coming topside, she saw Ben's eyes go wide, then squint shut and heard his audible moan. Lana snickered and cupped Sam's ear. The girls backed and giggled, hands covering their mouths. This was prime time for Barbara and they wanted to be good 'wing-girls'. They resumed their watch for intruders.

Barbara went to work. She stroked long, intermittently seating Ben in her throat, swallowing, using her tongue on the shaft, holding still for deep powerful sucks of the knob in her mouth. She varied the rhythms but not exceedingly, giving Ben a full measure of time for any one technique. Time, however, was something beginning to fade away.

Two boys approached the table. They asked Samantha and Lana to dance. Sam and Lana simultaneously turned to Ben for guidance. Ben was getting well along and really didn't want an audience right now. He waved backhanded and said, a little hoarsely, "Yeah, it's okay. Go ahead." Lana and Sam stood and left, asses sashaying with the boys to the dance floor. Barbara noted increased illumination in her space and heard the pair depart. It was time to get this over with before a casual passerby took note of the undercover activity.

Barbara employed her best deep throat, plunging, suckling, swallowing, hard suction. She felt Ben grow thicker in her mouth, heard his massive inhale and felt his semen pulse up his tube as he stifled an exhaled long, low moan. His first hot torrent hit the back of her throat. Barbara backed off and took the remaining ropes on her tongue, swiping the under V with tickling flutters.

Ben lost vigilance of his surroundings but it hardly mattered. If anyone approached, he was completely powerless to say or do anything as the sparks skittered around his locked groin, legs and stomach. As his muscles relaxed their tension, his throat unclenched and he moved his drink hand under the table to pet and caress Barbara's scalp as she slowed her moves and cradle his waning erection in her wet, warm mouth.

Barbara let Ben's erection slide out of her mouth and rearranged him in his pants, carefully swaddling Ben in his clothes again. She slithered up beside him, tit still exposed. He was a gentleman and helped her by pulling her top over the generous globe, caressing her full breasts under the stretchy fabric as he planted a loving kiss on her face.

"Wanna dance?" he asked her.

"Yes" she softly nodded.

They swung out of the booth and entered the dance floor. Lana and Samantha had surreptitiously watched the action from afar as they danced with their fellas. After two songs, Ben held her close enough that he could speak in Barbara's ear above the crowd and music noise.

"It was a pleasure meeting you. I have to go now." He slipped a folded piece of paper into her cleavage.

Ben squeezed Barbara's hand as he slid away through the crowd and out the dance club's front door. Barbara watched him go. Lana and Sam came to her side and bubbled with questions.

"Was it good... is he coming back... did you get his number... did you make him promise to call?'

Barbara shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Naw, he's not my type."

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A few days later, Barbara called Ben's number. She discovered that Ben had really given her the number of his friend, an animal caretaker for the City Zoo's large mammal exhibit. Having discovered Barbara's penchant for extensive breeding exercises, Ben had handed her off to his friend Brian, an expert at mammal mating rituals. Ben had briefed Brian about her interests. Brian explained over the phone that maybe he could help Barbara uncover new techniques from his unusual studies. Barbara agreed to look him up that same day.

Barbara strolled the pathways through the City Zoo. There were few patrons out this summer afternoon, retreating from the hot sun's assault. Barbara found the Large Mammal Hall with its huge barn like shelter and surrounding animal corrals. She was early. She wandered the perimeter fence, reading the various placards detailing the lives and times of each particular caged species. Many of the animals were sleeping in the shaded areas of their pens. It was a lazy Dog Day summer afternoon for all.

Brian met Barbara in the main atrium and led her to a door marked 'Authorized Personnel Only'. She followed him through the back areas of the exhibit. A hallway was lined with a few cluttered offices and some laboratory looking spaces. They went upstairs to a private staff-only balcony overlooking the Atrium and the various displays. A few weary adults shuffled the perimeter while some rambunctious children darted back and forth across the open center space to see whatever caught their momentary fancy. Barbara leaned on the rail, a casual observer to the scene below. 

Brian leaned next to her and led the conversation towards the point in question.

"Did you see the placards on the fences outside?"

"Yeah, I read most of them."

"Did you notice each had a line or paragraph at the bottom noting unique or peculiar mating habits?"

"Yes"

Brian proudly said, "Well, those are my contributions to our patrons, a little erudition for the adults and adolescents." Barbara silently watched the people moving below.

Brian continued. "For instance, when a male elephant is interested in a female, he will lay his trunk over her shoulders. If she is willing, she will move to place her hindquarters towards him and let him spell her vaginal scent." Brian laid his arm gently across Barbara's shoulders. He waited for a sign; Barbara signaled her willingness by brushing her hip against Brian's.

"When chimpanzees want to mate, the female will suspend from low branches, brace her legs apart and let the male approach her from the rear."

Barbara reached up and grasped handholds in the wrought iron safety lattice above the balcony rail. She inched her low heels apart and backward, leaning forward. Brian moved to stand close behind her. Barbara heard his zipper open. Brian slid her dress above her hips. His hard prick bumped up against her bare cunt lips as he edged his bare groin against her bare ass.

"The rhinoceros has a horn that is twelve inches long and almost the same circumference at the base." Brian snickered "But my horn isn't quite that big. Here, let me show you."

Brian pushed forward and sank the first of his six-inches into Barbara's cunt. She was warm, wet and willing. He jabbed at her until his cock was fully buried and tested it's slickness with a few long strokes.

"Only the human male seems obsessed with the females' breasts and nipples as sexual stimuli. That goes something like this." 

Brian unbuttoned Barbara's dress front and slipped his hands inside. Brian worked her nipples into aroused points. Barbara was titillated by the sensations. The loosened panels hung close enough to cover the actual areolas but Brian's burrowing hands would be evident to anyone who might peer upward in their direction. She bit her lip to stifle any ear-catching sound.

Brian murmured to Barbara. "The male lion will hold the female in place by biting down on her neck, threatening pain from his incisors if she tries to escape his grasp."

Brian nipped at her ear then placed a full mouth jaw hold on the back of Barbara's neck. Barbara was now suspended by her hands, braced on toes, encircled by Brian's arms and twittering fingers and held by his bite... in free view of any who happened to look their way.

Brian started with slow strokes but quickly picked up the pace. Barbara tried to brace tight so that her jittering motions on the balcony would go unnoticed. She was unsuccessful. Just as Brian peaked, grunted and splashed her womb with sperm, a child looked up, pointed and said "Mommy, look!"

All the Mommies looked... and the Daddies... and the sons... and the daughters. Barbara head was stretched tall like a giraffe, panting open mouthed as Brian pumped his last few strokes into her. Brian managed not to hurt Barbara but did clamp down on her neck when he came and she shook her head trying to ease the grip. Everyone below stood transfixed by the sight. Barbara closed her eyes, mimicking an ostrich that thinks he is unseen if he can't see. 

Brian's post orgasmic bliss and glow would not let him release Barbara and she was on display for what seemed an eternity, each micro-second of awkwardness furthering the redness coloring her chest and face. Luckily, she was from elsewhere in the big city and probably not known by anyone below.

Brian unwound his hands from Barbara's torso so Barbara could refasten her top. He turned away to fasten his own pants. Brian guided Barbara away from the rail and waved a smile to the folks below like a cop breaking up a disturbance.

"Show's over, folks. Go on about your business."

Brian hurried Barbara down the stairs and through a back exit so she would not have to mingle with the crowds wandering home out the City Zoo's main entrance. He kissed her lightly and said "You know where to find me for more lessons."

Barbara walked away just as her cell beeped a message. It was from Total Woman Security. Krista texted Barbara that time slots were available Thursday morning for a rescheduled practicum if Barbara was still interested.

Barbara thought 'Perfect!' She could get some final tune up from Eddie's friends on Wednesday night and be in tip-top shape to ace her practicum this time. She marveled at how well things in her life had fallen into place. This sure was a friendly city.