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Plain Jane & Nerd Jim Grow Up Ch. 02

By: maxicue



Where it really began was Jim's visits to Jane's mother's house. Mrs. Riemer became Victoria who became, when they became intimate, just Vic. Jim loved saying Vic.

Strangely, even after he and Jane had broken up, he continued to call Jane's house once a week to chat with her mother. It was less about missing Jane as it was about enjoying this older woman's company. After a couple months, with Jane well ensconced in her dance classes and her work in New York, Victoria told Jim to come over. Her neck was getting tired leaning into the phone, and her hand was tired holding it against her ear, and it was silly to put her through such discomfort when he could just come over, and they could chat face to face.

Their conversations were very honest. Jim told her about school and his friends and wrestling. Victoria talked about her work producing photo shoots and promoting those photographs. They both created dialogues. Lots of questions. They were interested in what the other would say. When Jim would feel a surge in his heart for her and a clarity to his vision of her, it didn't bother him that what he was feeling was love for this woman. It was a chaste love, appropriately platonic, considering Plato and his question and answer philosophy. At least he thought it was platonic. She was a beautiful woman, but he saw her in the light of being Jane's mom.

One night everything changed. Jim came over after his dinner at home, arriving at Mrs. Riemer's house about 7:30. She was in mid shower when Jim rang the doorbell. When she didn't arrive after a couple minutes, Jim rang again. He knew she was there, since she had invited him over. He was a little early, though. A half hour early actually. But he had usually been early. He sat on the steps of the stoop for five minutes.  When he rang the doorbell a third time, it was only a minute later that Mrs. Riemer opened the door looking damp in a white terry robe, her shoulder length blonde hair wrapped up on top of her head in a towel. Jim was transfixed by her vision. She looked soft and exuded a warmth and her cheeks were rosy. Jim knew she was beautiful, but this was ridiculous.

"Come in, Jim," she finally said. As she did so she looked down, catching his club's expansion in his white trousers. Jim was glad he had chosen not to wear shorts or the head of his club would have been popping out the bottom. Still, never wearing underwear and wearing tight slacks, he knew he was obviously on display.  He was afraid he had offended her, but when she looked up into his eyes, he saw a smile. At first he thought it was a smile of reassurance, but then he noticed her mouth was a little more open and her eyes had a devilish glint. When her little tongue darted out across her lips, his club hardened and expanded another inch in length and girth. "Sit in the den," she continued after a long and hot and transformative silence. "I'll get dressed."

She hopped up the stairs like a teenager. "Press play on the CD player," she shouted down the stairs at him before disappearing inside her bedroom. He did. The rich funky slow music of Mr. Magic by Grover Washington Jr. smoked out of the speakers, filling the room with a sensuous air. He sat on the comfortable couch. He wondered whether to stroke his thickened club or let it slip back into dormancy. His fingers tapped at it with indecision. The vision of her ultimately luscious body and face standing in the front door were imprinted on the back of his closed eyes. He could still smell her warm clean scent she sent wafting into his nose when she stood before him. He unzipped and pulled his club out of his pants. He had to have it out. And he pulled on it. He paused briefly to listen through the music for sounds of her drying her hair. Reassured his hand again attacked his manhood. His strokes were making it as hard as he could remember. The flesh club touched the buttons of his shirt as it stood up straight and rigid. He began to feel pressure in his balls. He tapered off the strokes and then resumed, bringing him closer and closer to cumming. He stopped completely when he heard her on the stairs. There was no more room down his pants, so he tried covering the proof of his delirious excitement with the bottom edges of his shirt, only a partial success. She stood behind him, behind the couch.

"Jim," she said. For some reason he kept facing away from her. Was it shame? He didn't think so. He liked the feeling of her hands when they rubbed his cheeks gently.

"Mrs. Riemer," he said, and to him the words could barely be heard over his heart beat.

"Victoria. Call me Victoria."

"Victoria," he said, and her hands could feel his smile. She leaned down and kissed the top of his head.

His eyes opened, and he was about to tilt his head back. She could feel the muscles begin to tense at the back of his neck. "No. Keep still," she said. "Keep your eyes closed." He obeyed. "Now think back to when you and Jane first began seeing each other. Not as children. You know what I mean. What was it about her that attracted you?"

"Mrs..." he began to say as his eyes opened.

"Unh-unh. Victoria. And keep your eyes closed," she said, sounding amused but with an edge and ultimately with the tone of seriousness. 

Once again obeying, with a swallow, he said, "Victoria, do you think its appropriate?"

She massaged his face and his neck. "Please. Please just relax. Relax your head and your mind. Trust me," she said, working hard at her massage while eyeing his still remarkably long and thick but dwindling club of flesh a couple feet lower than her hands.  When she closed her eyes briefly, she imagined taking that quick and yet somehow vast journey down to grasp his magnificent physical proof of his lust for her. She opened her eyes, staring down, resisting. She had to know where she stood in his heart first. 

She whispered into Jim's ear through the slow throbbing music and Grover Washington Jr.'s strong rope of melody he was blowing through his tenor saxophone. "Picture Jane. Tell me what you see. Tell me what attracts you."

"She talks to me intelligently. Her voice is low."

"No, Jim. Look at her."

"I love the way she walks."

"Yes. Is she walking towards you or away from you?"

"Either way. Even sideways."

"When she walks towards you, what do you see?"

"Her long legged strides. Her..." for the first time he felt embarrassed. How could he tell her mom such things?

"Go on," Victoria said, but he was silent. "Tell me about her breasts."

"Her breasts..." he gulped but managed to continue. It was a tense moment, but the tension had a sexual aspect. His club was hardening and enlarging. "Her breasts swing a little. They bounce a little. Her nipples rub her shirt. They harden."

"Take off her shirt and hold them. Feel their weight, their texture, the texture of her areola." Victoria's hands left the side of his head, and they returned pushing her breasts against his cheeks.  

Her hands took hold of his, finding them tight and resistant. "Reach back with your hands, Jim. Reach back and hold my breasts." Jim obeyed with pleasure. "Feel their weight, their texture, the roughness of my nipples." When he rubbed and pinched and twisted her nipples, she sighed. He wanted those forty year old breasts. But she had to make sure. "They're looser, not so young and firm."

"They're luscious, Victoria," he said, turning his head to kiss the soft white flesh and lick it up to the nipple. He licked around the areola and sucked in a nipple. His eyes remained closed. He savored all the wonderful new touch sensations.

"Aaah," she sighed. As his mouth continued to caress her breasts, her hands slid down his chest, its well defined muscles still hiding under his chambray shirt. Her hands began the task of unbuttoning it. When the shirt was loose around his shoulders, she pushed it aside to work his impressive chest.  Finishing the unbuttoning, she spread open the shirt. She wanted to plunge her hands down that beautiful torso to his manhood again and stopped herself. 

"And her stomach?" she whispered as steady as possible.

"I love the softness, the hint of tummy, and the way the sides curve in and out to her lovely hips."

She pressed her naked stomach against the back of his head. She took his big hands and manipulated them so that they touched her there, slid all over her abdomen, felt along the waist and how it sloped to her hips. Her flesh played loosely against his fingers, but there was a tautness. Victoria was in good shape. "Feels nice," he said. She sighed in agreement. His fingertips played with her belly button. All was good thought both of them.

"Okay," she said, reluctantly pulling his hands away. He dropped them beside his lap. "Now imagine her walking away. What attracts you?"

"The way her high ass moves. Each cheek rises and fall, the muscles gently ripple. And the dark space between seems to beckon my entrance."

Victoria walked around the couch to stand before him. "Keep your eyes closed." She turned around. "Raise your hands and touch me," she commanded. His blind hands found her ass. It was looser. The cheeks were lower, fuller. They were two hands full. He grabbed them and pulled and twisted them, his fingers sliding between, feeling the heat and the humidity.

"Oh," she sighed. "Not so high and firm."

"Delicious," he said. He slid the fingers deeper between her ass until they discovered the source of the heat and dampness at the bottom of her pussy. He felt those lips vibrating at his touch.  His fingers slid up, then separated them and entered inside. She was incredibly wet and hot. She moved up and down on his fingers with the slightest motions, not sending them deep. Not yet. 

"Delicious?" she repeated, her voice thickened by her passion. "The dark space between? What do you want to send in there."

"First my fingers," he said, pushing his fingers deeper inside her, caressing her in the textured space behind her pubic bone. She pushed down onto his hand, driving him deeper. She moaned with pleasure.

"Then what?" she asked lustfully low.

Suddenly he took hold of her hips in his strong hands and lifted her so her cunny was in front of his face. The sudden change made her hands struggle for stability until they grabbed the only handle readily available. At last his big club was in her hand. It was strong and young and virile. She loved it. She kissed it then sighed when his tongue stroked her nether lips up and down. He paused to sigh his own equal pleasure at the touch of her lips. When her tongue licked the club's head, he sighed even deeper. 

He fiercely attacked her cunny with his mouth, sucking and licking, his tongue lashing becoming a tongue fucking. She slowed him down with the careful speed of her mouth descending down his cock. First he bayed out his pleasure into the room. Then, before he could start again, she said, "What about my old pussy compared to hers?"

While he answered, the voice vibrating and the breath tantalizing her hot damp pussy lips, she began pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth with each stroke. "God Vic...Vic...I love your pussy. It's so full of adventure and character and lust. I love its flavor. The flavor of experience. The flavor of care. The flavor of someone who takes care of herself so someone like me can take pleasure from you and give you pleasure right back." He licked and sucked at her clit and sent his fingers into her creaming hole and one into her much smaller hole. 

After a few seconds she couldn't stand not having her cunny full of his magnificent cock. She pulled herself down from his mouth, turned around and, kneeling on the couch, straddled the wonderful club. Her hands, petite beside his magnificence, held it still for her descent. When it entered it took up all that inner space and more. She hadn't felt so full since giving birth to Jane. The incredible friction expanding her cunny hole and laying bare her clit to rub against his cock was enough to send her into a full force orgasm. As her body vibrated her cunny quivered and her sex fluid poured down along the edges of his cock. He felt impelled by her inner vibrations and the oiling of her passage to push forward, impaling her all the way to the depths of her cunny.  He took command of her body, his strong hands lifting her up and pulling her down. It was too good.

"Open your eyes," she moaned between the end of one orgasm and the beginning of another. "Look at my face. It's not her face. It's old compared to her face."

He opened his eyes and looked at her incredibly beautiful face glowing red and radiant from her orgasm. He saw the lines at the edges of her eyes and the little bit of sag under them. But more he saw those eyes, big and full of the liquid of tears and full of love and a little fear. The fear disappeared when he said, "God you are the most beautiful woman, Vic." He slowly fucked her as he continued his speech, talking at the rhythm of the fucking. "No matter how close we got, I never really saw how perfectly beautiful you are until now. Who you are, who you've been until now, no matter how long, how old or whatever, it has created you and you are the most luscious creature I have ever known. I love you Vic."

"I love you, Jim."

They looked down at the sight of his club sliding in and out of its happy new sheath. The sheath clung to the club's edges. "Oh Vic, Oh Vic, Oh Vic..." he repeated at each push. The mantra quickened as his speed quickened. He was pummeling her insides with his mighty weapon. "Oooooh, Viiiiiic!" he wailed as the club pushed against her cervix again and again. Heat pulsed all through his body and at its center his balls were building up their load. Everything, the entire universe of pleasure was centered there and his penetrating cock. And it exploded. She held him tight, her pubic bone grinding against his as she too climbed the heights of ecstacy until she reached the pinnacle and she was cumming with him. A communication of throbs and vibrations ensued inside her.

As the throbbing lessened to the point where the passion cloud was dissipating and their awareness was rejoining the world outside their own flesh, Vic kissed Jim. At first brief meeting of lips, barely touching. Soon she was pushing her lips hard against his, taking and releasing his lower lip. Her mouth opened to his tongue. While their tongues played their lips played as well. The two sensitive areas were discovering each other. His cock, deflating at the rate of his heartbeat, remained inside.

By the end of the kiss she could feel his club expanding again. Her cunny lips took hold of his rising flesh and aided its expansion, pulling it, tightening on it with the muscles in her loins, stretching it until it was fully hard. She took control of the fucking, rising and falling slowly on his flesh bone then suddenly speeding up when she felt a thrilling contact. She was bouncing wildly on him. He was pushing deep inside her.  She let go a last gasp, held still with him deeply embedded, then sighed as she completely relaxed against his body.

After a few moments to let her bask in the aftermath of her spectacular orgasm, Jim said, "Come on Vic, get on my back." His cock slipped out of her sloppy pussy. She giggled, but he played it straight. "Come on." He bent down, facing away from her. His big hands took hold of her well fucked ass cheeks and lifted her onto his back. Her legs crossed around his naked thighs and her arms were around his shoulder and across his chest. The liquid from their combined pleasure dripped from her pussy pressed against his coccyx. She realized how strong he was and that she was choking him and relaxed, gently holding on.

Because of the sudden shift in their relationship, one that Jim had not anticipated, he felt incredibly energetic. After being in love with her as a friend, as Jane's mother, as a fount of knowledge, his love was completed at the physical level. In all ways he was close to her. Nothing in his life had ever felt better. And a charge was there from the surprise. It gave him the strength to carry her up the stairs and into her room. Not nearly as big as her daughter, she still had a model's height, her muscles were strong and healthy. So it was her 140 pounds he carried on his back up the stairs and into her room. With her nipple pressing on his upper back and her pussy against his lower back he could carry her forever.

Turning around beside the king sized bed which he and Jane had enjoyed on several secret occasions, he dropped Vic. One could interpret this as cruel, but one would be wrong. He knew she was a lot older than him. She would figure he'd treat her gently, like she was an older woman. By dropping her, knowing how healthy and lively she was, he knew it would be fun for her. And it was. She liked that he made her feel so young, so impossibly virginal. She giggled.

"Lie down, Jim," she said while sliding off the bed. He lay on his back, his still hard club sticking up and bouncing. She retrieved some oil from the chest of drawers and returned to the bed, giving his club some more delightful bounces. Placing the bottle on her bedside table after dabbing out a large dollop onto her fingers, she slid down the bed so her head was near his cock. She applied the oil up and down his club. He moaned.

"There's two things you have to know about me," she said. "One," pausing to giggle "one is I'm a bit kinky, okay?" She smiled back at his smile. "Two is I am desperately in love with you and have been for some time. Since our first conversation."

Silence pervaded the room. Her hand continued the up and down motion on his cock. Jim thought about the implication, that she wanted him as much or more than her daughter. She had to hide those feelings for her daughter's well being. Jim thought briefly about not knowing whether it made her mad at her daughter, or, if she looked honestly at her choice, she could see it was a powerful example of how much she loved Jane. Or both. 

"We'll get to two," she said, stroking his cock, sending him to the brink of cumming, thrilling him completely, before slowing and lightening her strokes. He leaned up in bed enough to take her in his hands and try to slide her head onto his chest. But she resisted. "Lay back, Jim," her head on his thigh, "I like the view from here." She moved the club out of the way to look up at his eyes, "Yes definitely the best view."

While telling her story, her strokes of his cock intensified and retreated. His moans would punctuate her sentences. "First I want you to know the kinky side of me. It worried me you might or you might not go for it. I think you will. I hope you will. It's important that you do. You know I was dating a lot of different guys. Respected professional bachelors and sometimes cheating husbands. Nobody worked out. I needed to get beyond my stable of cocksure little pricks. It was all too safe with them. Boring really. 

"So, I don't know if you noticed I haven't been dating for awhile. Yeah, so, I've been taking little side trips, little excursions. I've been haunting neighborhood dives. And I tease. I never wanted to consummate my horniness with the men I met. It just turned me on seeing pants rise and eyes glaze. I knew it was dangerous. 

"The third time was the most dangerous. And it was the most thrilling. For a couple times I would come home so frustrated, wanting someone there with me. An imitation wasn't enough. A rubber wasn't enough. The third time I sensed that these big tough guys, hard working guys, the majority of the inhabitants of the sleazy dive I found were focusing on me in a way that felt like mass psychosis.  They were closing in. Just then, one of the few couples decided to split, and I let them lead me out. I followed them to a motel room. Luckily there was a bit of a peephole between the curtains and it was late enough midweek to have no one around.  It was an older couple, not attractive normally. It wasn't a clandestine affair I don't think. Some kind of fun for the old couple. They were in love. They kissed. They unwrapped. They fucked, grunting and groaning and shaking the wall with the bed. Only a couple fingers inside my pussy and I was cumming all over the place. It was incredible."


Plain Jane & Nerd Jim Grow Up Ch. 02



Jim went into motion, sliding across the bed to retrieve the bottle and squirt some oil on his fingers and then sliding back . "Move your ass up here, please," he said, a restrained command, almost gentle.

She did. "You don't have to say please," she said.

"Okay." He slid one finger into her asshole.

"Oh," she sighed, letting him know it was another pleasant surprise from him. She continued talking, curved upside down to him so her legs curled against his chest and her feet sat near his face. He took advantage of her feet's location and licked and sucked her toes as she spoke.

"So I decided I was a peeping tom. I wanted to stalk lovers and watch them get off. But I decided I wanted to set up the situation so I would have more contact. I became a matchmaker. I would find two subjects, young, good looking subjects I sensed might be right for each other and put them together. First I lured the guy to the girl. Then I'd get to know the girl or girls in the party I was luring the man into. So I got to know these people. I would make them feel safe with me and I would feel safer. I would find it more stimulating when the danger lessened. Weird, huh? I don't know, maybe it was the thrill of conquest or maybe it was getting to know these people, these lovers. 

"If it worked out I'd sit across from them and watch them explore, kiss, rub, stimulate. I watched their hands find the other's lap. I watched the ripple of muscle in their arm and shoulder as they felt each other up. I watched their faces become inebriated with passion. 

" I'd let them know about a room they could have for the night. Of course I'd set it up before hand. And I'd end up there in the room while they sucked and fucked. God it was good. God that feels good," she sighed as he penetrated her asshole with two and then three fingers, opening her up for his magnificent club. She pulled hard and tight on his cock, making a small hole with her hand for it to penetrate. He was as close to cumming as he had been during this long masturbation when she eased off. His moaning breath quieted and slowed a little.

"Just recently though, it got out of hand," Jim's movement inside her stopped. "No it didn't get completely out of hand. It got to the point where I was being touched. First one side than another then another. Three big angry guys. Don't stop." He started his three fingered strokes inside her again. "Ah, good. It ended up okay, okay?" He nodded. She pulled and kissed the head of the club, a brief kiss. Too much oil. She knew she'd be sucking on that great club of flesh in the near future.

"To tell you the truth, though I was scared, it was stimulating. The thing was I always knew an escape route. It was close but I knew if I acted fast and with all my energy working on escape, I'd make it. I picked up my full glass of beer and splashed it across the faces of two of the goons and the other I pulled on his cock which surprised the hell out of him and I ducked in between them and bolted out the door."

"And you want me to come along..."

"I want us to cum together." They laughed. 

He turned her around so she was face down and towards the head of the bed. He lifted her ass up, his hands holding the beautiful curves of her hips. He grabbed hold of his club and guided it into its tightest sheath.  His digital manipulations had widened her backside hole, but his club was a fearsome space displacing thing. It was heaven to him slowly plumbing her depths. Vic had never felt so pulled open. It wasn't so much pain as it was an unbearable intensity. Honing in on the intensity drove her to insanity. A libidinous insanity. She pushed her hand down and the palm rubbed her clit, her fingers sliding inside her cunny. 

"I want to fuck them up," she said slowly. Each word intermixing with a loud moan of pleasure emerged with each of his thrusts. His thrusts became more rapid. He was a piston hard inside her. 

"Okay," he said within his own resonating moan. He was climbing to the top of a crescendo. He jolted hard against her ass, his club penetrating her as deep as possible. His cum shot out again and again as his body shook. 

She soon was cumming too. With a vigorous rub of her clit, she felt the thrill ripple out thick and shaking from there and from the intense sheathing of his club. Her body was let loose, feeling as if it was a flag and the orgasm was the wind. "Yeah," she screamed, elongating the word. He felt the anal wall contracting and vibrating around his sensitive penis. And it was good.

When he separated his dwindling club from her bung hole with a pop, they both bounded out of the room and into the master shower. They soaped up and rubbed down their well used private parts with a wash cloth, the shower water pouring libidinously all over them. 

His club wasn't up for a third go around, but her sighs and the continuous love secretions he felt despite the shower water clued him in that she was. He was on his knees, cushioned somewhat by the rubber mat, as his tongue dug into her sensational cunny. He licked and sucked the pussy lips and two fingers drove inside, driving her nuts. When he sucked on her clit, it sent her over again in a lesser though most pleasant cum.

It was incredible to sleep the night with her, to see her as she awoke, at her most human, falling in love all over again with this warm creature.  Her kiss on his morning mouth proved her similar feelings. 

"God Jim, I love you," she whispered. "You turned me on for so long. I knew it would work. I dreamed of this moment, totally satisfied, kissing your waking lips. I knew it would be good. It's beyond good." She kissed him again.

He wore the robe one of her old sex partners was nice enough to have left behind. It barely reached his knees. She put on a thin cotton robe which she tied tight around her, accentuating her lovely ass. And they made breakfast.

It was incredible to stay for three days and nights with her. Not just fucking, sucking, kissing, making love, though there was plenty, but talking. 

By the end of the third day they had made plans for attacking the three goons. She hoped the three were regulars. First they went shopping and bought Jim a semblance of the goons' late night carousing uniform. Cheap but dressy and tight. Vic loved how tight Jim's pants were at the crotch what with his lack of underwear. She could have cum just thinking about him in his tight pants in the bar. Looking forward to adding those other elements of atmosphere and danger made her more feverish.

She stopped her car near the shit hole bar, dropping off her overwhelmingly sexy partner, watching his ass disappear around the corner when he got to the dump's street. While she drove back to the motel to rent another room for the night, this time planning to use it goddamn it, Jim cased the joint. It was small and easy to case. Jim quickly found the toilets and the back exit which led to an alley. He hadn't been able to look out there, but he figured there had to be an alley. 

She had described them as much as he needed. Two blond guys and a dark and swarthy gentleman. One of the blondes liked to play with his set of keys attached to the hip of his jeans as if it was a rosary. When he came in that guy was buying a round at the bar for his buddies, bringing it to them on a tray. 

"I swear you're turning into a goddamned waiter," said his blond friend.

"Fuck you," said Mr. Rosary, and sat down. Jim approached the table. 

"You guys are from around here?" Jim asked.

"What do you want to know? Do I know you?" said the swarthy one, without much interest in the answer. Jim ignored the attitude and embraced the question.

"No, I usually go to the Eastern Bar."

"Sorry to hear it," said the swarthy guy. The other two guys snorted a laugh.

"Yeah, well, you're right. But thank god I'm moving here. My dad's setting me up with a bakery a couple blocks away on Lincoln, and I thought I'd find out what's going on, meet some people, try to make some friends. It's kind of hard sometimes making friends around these parts. Name's Jim." It was a risk giving them his real name, but figured ultimately with so much lying he was doing, he'd need some anchor in reality. Jim of course was a common enough name. 

"Haven't had a need of any new friends," said the blond, the one not Mr. Rosary. Pretty Boy cause he had sort of a handsome face despite the large crooked nose. Certainly the best looking of the bunch.

"Round of whiskey with that beer?" asked Jim. During the planning, Jim hated the idea of buying these guys anything, figuring they weren't worth it, but Vic had insisted, telling him it was her money and worth every penny.

They went for it. Once he got the attention of the bartender at the bar, a tough guy himself and probably friends with the three assholes, he had the guy pour out three doubles of American whiskey. When he sat with the targets again, he swallowed his whiskey in a couple gulps and poured half the beer down his throat. 

He sighed. "Hits the spot," he said. He looked to see who followed suit and watched Pretty Boy follow his lead. He bought another round of beers, hurrying the others. At the first sip of his new beer, he noticed the door open and close. His cue. He hoped it worked.

"Man that stuff sure goes right through you. Damn I gotta piss already. Which way..."

"Show you. Gotta go myself," said Pretty Boy taking the bait and led Jim to the toilet. Jim pushed his butt into the bar on the back door to unlock it, letting Vic inside.  Pretty Boy was already exposed and leaking a tremendous stream into the urinal trough when Jim took him down, nearly killing the guy. His choke hold could have been lethal. 

Vic stood in front of their captured man. The sharp toe of her sexy high heeled shoe tapped his face. "You remember what you're feeling tonight the next time you attack a woman. Maybe if I carve out a few scars you won't feel like you're so goddamned appealing. Can you lift him up a little more?" Jim lifted Pretty Boy's head and Vic kicked his cheek, breaking the skin. She walked behind their captive and kicked him hard in his nuts. "Now," she said,

Jim tightened the hold until Pretty Boy's brain was starved of oxygen and he passed out. 

"How long?" she asked, breathing heavily. Her cunny was throbbing with desire.

"Five minutes at the least," said Jim. 

She pushed Jim into the stall. "Take off your pants," she cried in painful lust. He obeyed, pulling them down past his knees while plopping on top of the toilet seat. She pulled up her tight slinky dress and underneath she was naked and dripping. She crawled over him and her ready sheath took in his full on club sinking it in until their pubic bones met. His hands helped her rise and fall, but she was in command of the movement. She lifted up slowly then impaled him fast a couple times, then went into overdrive for a few quick strokes until she stiffened and erupted, kissing him hard to stifle the moan. When the kiss ended he watched her soft white cheeks, throat and chest blushing a delicious red. He looked at her, how beautiful and exciting and intensely voluptuous she was, how much he loved her. He felt her tight walls and the flutter they were giving to his club, and he let loose his seed like a cannon. Or a roman candle. He was still hard, just beginning to dwindle, the last potent pulse of cum still ejaculating when she lifted herself off him. 

"God, I wish we could have given that shit head a show," she said with heavy breaths.

"I guess we better get to it," he said, hot from his fresh orgasm. While he pulled up his pants and zipped and buttoned, she crouched above the passed out Pretty Boy and dripped Jim's fresh cum onto the victim's face. One victim to another.

Returning to the table with the Swarthy One and Mr. Rosary, he watched them look around to the space behind him, confused.

"Where's our buddy?" asked Mr. Rosary.

"I guess he needed to take a dump," answered Jim. "Or get dumped on," he thought, using his suppressed laughter to put a dumb grin on his face. 

Vic made her entrance through the front door. Quite an entrance it was, as she sashayed her beautiful round ass up to the bar. When she sat down, it was the sexiest sitting Jim had ever seen. It looked as if her cunny was rubbing along the seat edge. And knowing her it probably was. She ordered a beer, then looked around the bar. She spotted her potential molesters and sashayed right over. 

"Is this seat taken," she said coolly. A remarkable feat. Jim knew she was seething with anger and lust. "And who's your charming friend?" she asked, gesturing towards me.

"Name's Jim. Pleased to meet you. Most pleased."

"Mmm. I like a man who knows what he wants. You boys know what you want, don't you?"

"You sure changed your tune you little slut," said the Swarthy Man.

"Hey, don't talk like that to a lady," said Jim.

"That lady is a tramp," said Swarthy Man with a laugh.

"Okay. Look. I don't know what came over me the other night. I mean, here are three prime studs," she paused, looking around the bar. "Where's the pretty boy you was with last time? I can't wait. I been thinking of you ever since we met. Regretting my silly chicken routine, letting you guys go. Come on." She stood and pulled the Swarthy One's arm. "Come on. You want me don't you?" She touched his hardening crotch, the one she had grabbed before. He flinched, but when she kept rubbing, and he was looking down her dress to see her creamy breasts dangling in front of him, she hooked him. He stood, proudly jutting forth his natural cockscomb. "Come on," she waved Mr. Rosary and Jim to follow. Who could resist. Certainly not Jim. It didn't look like Mr. Rosary could either.

The motel was three blocks away. Jim couldn't imagine the look of their parade to someone passing on the street. Three guys stumbling after a vixen who was leading the first man, the swarthy man sometimes by his hand, sometimes by his big dick.  There were few pedestrians. Vic tingled inside with every confused glance of a passing stranger. By the time the two assholes had climbed to the second floor and stumbled to Vic's motel room, they were acting sloppy drunk, barely able to navigate the hallway. Once they were all inside, the two jerks toppled onto the king sized bed. Vic pushed one and Jim pushed the other off the bed. Vic tied the hands and feet of the Swarthy Man, and Jim tied up Mr. Rosary. Jim couldn't believe it when Vic pulled out the Swarthy Man's long thick dark cock. It was losing its hardness and drooped in her hands. She leaned down to kiss it, lick it and bite it. The victim of her revenge twitched awake for a moment before descending back into a drug stupor. 

Vic laughed. "You assholes are going to remember this moment. You'll be too embarrassed to tell how a little woman bested you and gave you the scars you're going to get. But if you assault a woman again, I'll find out and I'll let just the right people know, you little punks. If you even think of hurting another woman just remember this night. Remember what I did to you. Remember how you shitted yourselves. And believe me you will shit yourselves. Jim here spiked your drinks. He slipped you guys a mickey. A little bit up, a whole lot down, and a nice dose of laxative. I hope the laxative takes awhile. Give me the glass Jim"  Jim gave her the draft beer glass he had smuggled out of the bar. She smashed it hard against the Swarthy Man's cheek, cutting it, then cutting Mr. Rosary. "Although, I don't know," she continued, tossing the glass at them and barely missing them. "Shit might mix well with all the cum is gonna perfume the room. Jim. Jim." She lay forward on the bed, pulling the skirt up over her heavenly naked ass. "Fuck me Jim. Fuck me hard."

The thrill of her passion, Jim being the subject of it, thrilled him into a marvelous lust filled oblivion.. 

Jim took hold of the fabric at the back of her neck where the zipper started and pulled it apart with a loud rip. He kept ripping at it until the thin fabric fell away leaving her naked under him. Kneeling behind her, he lifted her lively ass, opened her up, pulled her cunny hole onto his massive club, embedding it with three great pushes deep inside. 

He stroked his club hard into its sheath, getting faster and deeper until he felt the head bouncing off her cervix and his hips were bouncing off her incredible ass. Their breathing was fast but quiet. All that could be heard was the slapping of his hips against her posterior. He lifted her torso so it curved sharply at her abdomen. 

His fingers took hold of her creamy breasts and deep massaged them, feeling the firm flesh, pulling vigorously on her nipples to end each stroke.  

The palm of her hand pushed on her clit as her fingers felt the club slipping inside her pussy lips then sliding out. Her hand took hold of the shaft and guided it to places inside, different angles while giving even more friction. It spurred him on to faster and faster tempos. She moved her ass to the same tempo in the opposite direction. They were bouncing against each other with a desperate vigor until she froze, her thumb pushing against her clit and his club entering deep enough to feel the sheath's ending at its tip, pulling her pubic bone onto his, pulling her orgasm out of her. "Oooh," she moaned. "So good." She was shivering from head to toe and through the fingers in ecstacy.

He gently eased her torso down so her face rested back on the bed. She tilted her head to the side to stare at the Swarthy Man.  "It's all about love, fuckhead. It's all about love." 

Jim slowly fucked her with gentle even strokes. He felt like he could fuck her all night. And he did. She was cumming every few minutes, but he continued. She was flying on the wind of her ecstacy, and he was steering her. 

Over an hour later, a click of pleasure suddenly overtook him.  She felt his balls throb in her hand. "Come for me lover," she said. "Come for me, my sweet, oh god, sweet, oh god Jiiiiiim."

Pressed against her wet ass, he sent a steaming torrent of cum deep inside. His ejaculating and her orgasm was a pas de deux of rumbles and contractions as their cum collided. 

Superman had vanquished evil and got his just rewards.

They slept the sleep of the innocent, him spooning her, surrounding her, encompassing her, until the sun was a razor ray through the edges of the curtain. They showered together, playing with each other just gently enough not to go crazy. They dried each other off and dressed. Vic was wearing a business suit, dark glasses, and her medium length shimmering golden hair was hidden beneath a scarf. As she transformed herself, Jim untied their victims and dragged them onto the bed. The Swarthy Man's penis hung limply outside his zipper. The room was unpleasantly filled with the odor of shit. Vic took some instamatic pictures, leaving two behind with the word "remember" written on the back of each. 

She took two more photos and dried them in the outside air as they traveled to the car. He put her bags inside as she walked over to the motel office, the sway of her ass constricted but not completely banished. Her natural walk and her perfect ass could never allow it.

"There's two guys in our party still in the room," she said to the motel manager, slipping him some bills. "I hope we didn't make too much noise." He waved his hand and shook his head, signaling don't worry about it. "Let them stay another day, and for heaven sake don't go in there cleaning and wake them. They can be pretty ornery." She gave the manager a little extra cash and walked out, putting a bounce to her step once through the door and all the way to the car. 

She tossed Jim the keys and got in the passenger side. It wasn't often she let him drive her late model black Mercedes sedan. She nestled against him and tapped lightly his rising club stuck in his pants as he drove her all the way home. He could swear he could feel her purr. The blow job she gave him once they were home made him purr meow and spit. 




Plain Jane & Nerd Jim Grow Up Ch. 02



The rape scenario happened a couple more times. Yes she had made him fierce. They were warriors defeating the rapists. And each vanquishing was followed by incredible lust and incredibly peaceful sleep. 

Mostly the excursions were voyeur events. They would go different places, always far from their stomping grounds. They continued to hit dives, but also went to other cities and to fancier digs where she found some pleasure from the urban professional who had bored her before. They would create couples if a couple they were interested in didn't exist yet.  Sometimes the old couples were beautiful to watch as they embraced the chance to perform in front of Jim and Vic. But it was usually the new lovers that provided the greatest excitement. It was usually with them that Vic would stop her masturbation of Jim and hop onto his massive pussy spreader and fuck him until the couple they were watching were cumming, and the two voyeurs were cumming too. 

One time a few months down the line they had chosen the match poorly. It had been promising. The couple seemed to get along well. But once in the motel, the man was on the woman and fucking her before any preliminary. He must have figured they'd had enough foreplay during the half hour before they left. And it was true she was wet and ready for him. But he hadn't set the stage for her to cum. He sank his decent sized dick and pumped it inside her for a few hard thrusts before he was cumming. It was lucky Vic had provided him protection or the poor girl could have become pregnant or diseased. Worse, the couple had seemed exciting enough so Vic was ready to fuck Jim along with them. 

"Fuck," she said quietly. Jim nodded. She took a condom out of her bag, opened it and slipped it over his club, a tight fit. "See if she wants some more. Take your time."

Jim approached the girl low. He didn't want to scare her. He looked up at her face on the bed. She was pretty and cute in a fleshy way. Pleasantly plump. Her plumpness was well distributed, giving her a big sexy posterior and strong thighs. Her breasts were small but high and firm and her nipples were long and pink. He smiled.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," she smiled back.

"Can I join you?"

She pushed her new ex-lover off her and said, "Sure."

The ex-lover, proving again he was a bad choice, pointed to Vic, "Only if she joins in."

"No, young man. Wrong again. Time for you to go," said Vic not much louder than her earlier whispers. "I recommend you take my advice and leave. You don't want us to force the issue. Jim can handle it fine, and I'm no slouch in the kicking out department. Get dressed. Go."

The man's machismo had been challenged and found wanting. He slunk out the door.

"Sorry," said Jim to the girl. The girl quieted him with her mouth. And he made her noisy with his. He explored her softness and texture from her lips down her neck to her torso legs and feet. He moved slowly up again past her frothing trough, but only stopping at her nipples. She was thankful the tease had ended and so was he. He loved sucking on her long nipples and mashing them against the roof of his mouth. She was sighing deeply. He slid his hand down her tummy and over her dark patch of hair, a little thick and tangled. His mouth followed his hand down the same path until his tongue was buried in her pungent grotto. Her flavor was good, but a little rubbery taste and the bits of hair he couldn't avoid were less good. He continued ravishing her pussy until she was arching her back about to cum. He felt Vic's hand massaging his balls.

"Fuck her," she whispered. He crawled in between the girl's legs, kissing her, giving her her taste. Then he played his tongue and lips on her nipples as he plunged inside her. 

"Oh oh oh," she moaned with each plunging, the volume and length of the syllable rising the deeper and harder he penetrated. Then he withdrew his club and sent it in slowly, carefully sliding against the top of her pussy for maximum effect. The moans seemed to emerge from a deeper place. When he felt Vic's tongue exploring his asshole, he was sent to the pinnacle of ecstacy without quite yet cumming. He continued his slow steady intense trawling of the girl's depths with his club. He quickened his speed after a gentle nudge on Vic's face to avoid having it smashed. While Vic straddled his moving, muscle rippling thigh, the girl carefully stood, balanced herself on the swaying bed. Her cunny opened and descended until it met his tall thick meat which she carefully road to his climax. Pressing herself hard against him where cock and pussy met, she leaned forward enough to catch the lips of Vic who was busy humping his thigh.  When Vic stuck out her tongue, the girl's tongue soon became the other blade for a lusty duel. Clamping down on the girl's tongue and sucking it in with her lips brought the girl to an orgasm which Vic could feel in the throbbing inside her mouth. And when she rubbed her cunny lips extra hard up and down his thighs, Vic climaxed. She really got off on seeing him fuck the girl. It was the peak of her voyeuristic libido.

So began his happy travels with his cock, always encased in a rubber, through the various pussies they had managed to uncover for him. The more they explored this weird promiscuity, the more they discovered how insatiable he was. After an encounter with another woman, he could fuck Vic all night. No matter how attractive or unattractive the girl was, he found he would always rise to the occasion. And those occasions were savored by Jim and Vic over many nights of all night fucking. 

They didn't exhaust themselves. These nights they both agreed, could only happen every couple weeks. Most nights they were together they gently and lovingly caressed themselves into cumming. And a few nights they simply cuddled and slept. 

During the following year and a half for Jim, his lover was three women in one: Mrs. Riemer when they were with people who they had known before their relationship; Victoria when they encountered a new crowd, either fellow students at University or colleagues during the few times Jim modeled for fashion shoots; and of course Vic when they were intimate and their love and lust for each other could be let out. Jim found Mrs. Riemer to be fun, because they would play on the edge of formality. Victoria was a little more difficult. The roles were more strict, defined by Victoria as either older woman/mother with the college kids or the producer/boss at the shoots. All very serious. 

And Jim wasn't comfortable modeling. His nerd face would emerge. Victoria could swear she saw phantom zits when Jim was anticipating the shoot. He felt cold and clammy changing into the outfit if there was an outfit. Even sitting behind the gorgeous models didn't make him more comfortable. He would only appear with another model, never solo, and would give focus to them. At least that was his intentions prior to him hearing the shutter of the camera opening and closing several times. It amused Vic to see Jim become Superman at the moment shooting began. Charisma oozed out and got caught by the camera. He didn't eclipse his fellow models. He was equal to them, which was the pure intention of the photo. Equal focus given to every model made the photo work. He was good at it. He made good money at it. But he hated it. 

She loved being Victoria. Not because he was uncomfortable, but because she found his altered manner so charming and disarming. Those moments made her heart and pussy throb, making her love for him vivid. 

The most complicated moments emotionally were when the phone would ring and it would be Jane. When Jane called her mother, Jim would not talk to her. The first time Mrs. Riemer gestured the phone towards Jim, and he shook his head, was the last time the phone was offered. They both understood it was a jab at Jane, who had refused his calls before they became a couple years ago in high school. 

As they luxuriated in their nakedness on the king sized bed, Vic would pick up the ringing phone and Jane would be on the other line. Jim thought it would be fun to masturbate Vic while mother and daughter talked. She wouldn't allow it, shooing away his hand. 

One morning, after an all night fuckathon that lasted through sunrise, the phone rang. At the moment his club was well ensconced inside her sheath, and he was nibbling on her nipple.  She separated herself from him, sighed and picked up the phone. Unfortunately for her, when she scooted over to the phone, she left her cunny high in the air. He couldn't resist. He crawled up behind her and stuck in his full length. 

"Hi Jane. No, baby, its nothing," she said to her daughter after the first groan. After the second groan she said, " I got a charley horse. I'll call you back." She hung up with difficulty, making certain the disconnection was made. He drove his club hard inside her and it immediately sent her over. But when she came down, she slapped him.

"You loved it," he said, wondering at her retaliation.

"Okay, yes darling I did. Let it never happen again!"

"Okay. I'm sorry."

She kissed his nose. "You're cute. I love your sincerity. Never again."

"Okay. I love yours too," he said. They laughed. She called her daughter. It never happened again. 

The phone conversations between mother and daughter continued two or three times a week. And they got weirder, and not because of Jim. Something was happening with Jane. Jane's voice got quieter with every successive conversation. And sadder. 

The last pictures she had mailed to her mother of her dancing before she quit were the most disturbing. The note attached said that she just didn't feel in tune with the dance anymore. Vic or Mrs. Riemer as he had to view her during those moments with her daughter, showed Jim the photos. They could both see why her dancing had suffered. Her posture had decayed demonstratively. They knew it could only get worse without the dancing. A plan was needed.

Which was where Jim began the explanation to Jane of his presence in New York. Why he was with her there.  One might think the timing of his telling was completely inappropriate. It was probably too much for her, having been well fucked by Jim and having her newest ex-boyfriend hit her and watching Jim nearly kill the guy and throw the guy out only moments before. Jim felt confident of his timing despite the fact he could tell the way Jane reacted, the way she had reacted many times to his being blunt. He liked it to all hang out. Also he needed to find a way to shift Jane away from him. She needed to see him as a friend and not a lover. Not that he wasn't tempted to spend the entire time in New York fucking her brains out as she fucked his. It was a Superman goodness he was needing. 



Plain Jane & Nerd Jim Grow Up Ch. 03



As Jane lay naked and luscious on her back in the mid-summer night heat of the bedroom, Jim lay naked beside her, his arm propping up his head. He watched her face as he explained why he was in New York.Telling how he trained with Dr. Anderson. Learned the technique and the philosophy of the massage that had been so therapeutic to Jane earlier in her life.

She wasn’t comfortable with it. First there was Mother’s and Jim’s peculiar friendship. Then he’s talking about her gynecologist.  No she wasn’t comfortable at all. She reminded herself of who this man was lying naked, his naked shrunken club resting on her thigh. He was the one man she had loved. Maybe the relationship was different, maybe totally fucked up compared to what it had been. But she knew this man. She knew his heart. She had to trust him. 

He was telling her about those days before their relationship had begun. She was in high school for god’s sake. Years ago. What did she used to say when they had known each other for awhile? She would say to anyone who commented on how beautiful she was, and she felt beautiful so she loved the comment, “Just a year ago I was the ugly duckling.” She hadn’t been hearing compliments recently. Maybe sounding forced from a lover who would say love with equal sincerity.  She had become the ugly duckling again. That’s what Jim was saying.

“You’re not ugly, Jane. You’ll always be pretty. I want you to find that place you found when Dr. Anderson and you yourself discovered how beautiful you are.”

“You don’t find me beautiful anymore?”

“Right now I find you incredible.”

“Desirable?” She stroked his half hard club until it returned to its impressive shape. “Yes.”

Superman spoke in counterpoint to his moans of pleasure. “Of course I do. It just makes it harder.”

“I should hope so,” she said with a laugh, which he joined, and with a hard pull on his club, which he enjoyed. His eyes closed to concentrate on the pleasure. He opened them to distract from it.  

“I am going to give you a massage every two, three days like Dr. Anderson gave you. She trained me for several months, and I’ve had lots of practice. And I want to just sit and talk. Find out what you really want. Plan.”

“Maybe I could massage you,” she said in a seductive loud whisper and demonstrated with a hand rubbing across his abdomen, across his muscled chest and over his thick shoulders and back meanwhile pulling on his club.

“Of course, but…you have to understand…the massage…uh…and the talk…ing…we shouldn’t…oh…have sex.” She stopped the massage and the masturbation.

“Really?” she said. “So you don’t find me attractive anymore. You don’t love me anymore.”

“I do.”

“What?”

“Both. Attractive and I will always love you.”

“I’ve heard that before,” she said more mockingly sarcastic, more kidding than angry. She could have been angry. She should have been. But she wasn’t. She loved lying beside Jim again, making love with him again, but she had to admit she didn’t want to jump back inside a relationship. They had changed. The parts that meshed so perfectly in their characters had been changed enough to not fit. Other parts fit well still, though. She laughed to herself. She looked into his beautiful serious eyes with an infectious twinkle, which he caught. She returned to masturbating him, slow yet aggressive. 

“And I think you should start up dance again,” he said. His fingers wandered along her thighs until they touched her pussy lips. 

“I don’t have time,” she said with a sexy sigh. 

“We’ll plan it out.”

“Let’s talk about someone else. Let’s talk about you.” 

As she got him to talk about school and wrestling and how her mother was, the result she wanted was happening. As he chatted away, one of his fingers slid inside her cunny, up and out. Distracted, he continued stroking her, pinching her labia, slipping a second finger inside and stroking. Her love juices made his fingers slipperier. Her strokes on his club became stronger and faster. 

She couldn’t take any more and pulled him on top of her, spreading her legs wide. Her feet on his ass pushed him inside. Her legs and her arms embraced him as the club sank into the hot damp sheath. It was a slow fuck and a long kiss. She was melding into him. She felt so close to him. She might never be so full of him again. She wanted the exquisite feeling of conjoining to last as long as possible. To be savored over time.

It was a slow loving fuck. The emotional intensity, the love they were making, heightened the pleasure. Every movement, every stroke sending his club deeper into the sheath, was a thrill.  It wasn’t long until the intensity overwhelmed them. No quick thrusts, but one long slow thrust deep inside her reaching her cervix where Jim did cum, shaking with the ejaculation, as if it was pulling all his emotions, his heart’s blood and his tears through his balls pumping through his cock and out. And she hit her stride, cumming with him, her wall shaking, her heart throbbing, her eyes tearing. They were finally saying goodbye to their old love, which was a lovely love and thus was a lovely goodbye.



He hadn’t told Jane of his true relationship with her mother. Neither had he told her of his relationship to Dr. Anderson. Kristin.  

A half a year before, Vic had gotten in touch with Dr. Anderson and convinced her they should meet over dinner somewhere. They decided on a quiet Italian bistro downtown. 

Jim had never met Dr. Anderson, and when she walked into the restaurant he was surprised. He had in mind a woman in a white coat and sensible shoes. What he saw could have been a sister to Vic. She had a lovely, classy dress and a serious demeanor unlike Vic’s sexy fashionable dress and playfulness. But as she approached the table, he could see that twinkle in her eyes, and how beautiful her face was. More of an earthy beauty than Vic’s lightness. Dr. Anderson had a strong healthy body, similar to Vic’s. They could have been fraternal twins.

Mrs. Riemer began explaining the situation to Dr. Anderson, but realizing the bistro was too quiet to go further with the personal and odd nature of Mrs. Riemer’s request, she stopped. Victoria changed the subject, bringing Jim into the conversation. He decided to call her and think of her as Victoria. The name suggested friendship without the deeper, truer intimacy. Except for a feeling of exposure because anything they said seemed to be fair game to most of the rest of the restaurant, Jim felt comfortable with Dr. Anderson. He could see that Victoria was extremely comfortable with Jane’s gynecologist. They talked like they were sisters, instant rapport, without the history that weighs down true sibling relationships. 

Victoria, being brilliant and convincing, convinced Dr. Anderson to head to a dance club. When Dr. Anderson called home for permission, she being married with a couple of teenagers, she made up an excuse. Jim could tell she was uneasy. Maybe it was too hard to explain to her husband the situation. It would sound more like an invention than the invention she gave him, meeting an old female friend from college through happenstance who was leaving the next day.  It was clear to her that she would follow these two this night. She knew wherever they took her it would be interesting. An hour later, she was led to some faraway discotheque shouting neon into the dark street, after carefully following them in her car wandering through unknown streets, happy that Victoria was a wise enough driver not to lose her.

After a couple of drinks at the noisy discotheque, standing at the bar, looking for a table, Jim asked Dr. Anderson if she felt uncomfortable lying to her husband. Dr. Anderson looked at him strangely and laughed. She was saying something to him, but he couldn’t hear. She was saying she liked his coming to the point. She would tell him later. She liked Jim. He seemed precocious, mature yet somehow innocent, interested, curious. She could see in his eyes he had a good heart, even through the thick glasses. The company was still good, even without Victoria. Where had Victoria gone?

Victoria’s arm appeared through the crowd surrounding the bar, her hand taking hold of Jim’s arm. Jim removed his glasses, handing them to Dr. Anderson and was whisked away. After sitting at the bar, looking around, seeing nothing of interest, Dr. Anderson put Jim’s glasses, which she had absently held in her hand, in her purse, gulped down the last of her drink, and got up to go search for her hosts.

When she spotted them on the dance floor, many things became clear. She discovered what a perfect dress Victoria had chosen for the evening if the evening had been leading to dancing. It was tight enough to reveal the luscious shape of her body, but elastic enough to not restrict her provocative rocking motion. And it was draped so the front area between her thighs was the least covered. 

Dr. Anderson also discovered that Victoria and Jim were lovers. To the slow steady bump of a reggae beat, Jim was pushing his crotch against Victoria’s crotch with Victoria sliding down and away before the movement was repeated. They were imitating coitus. Victoria’s movements were incredibly sexy. When she slid away, separating briefly from their libidinous contact, she moved her pelvis like a skilled strip tease artist. Somehow looking away from her, obviously lured by curiosity, Dr. Anderson discovered the well defined shape of Jim’s magnificent club pushing the limits of the threads holding the pant leg along his thigh. Despite the darkness she could see the young man was well endowed. She looked up and saw how handsome he was without the glasses. He noticed her, and, as Victoria, or Vic by that time, moved against him in their mock fucking, he smiled a powerful smile, pure, unadulterated, happy, honest and horny. Taking her long strong fingers into his big hands, he lured her closer.

Dr. Anderson moved her body, swaying to the sensuous dub reggae, into the sexy bubble her new friends were creating separating themselves psychically from the crowd around them. Still holding his hands, her arms draped over Vic’s shoulders. Her tummy then loins then breasts pressed against Vic’s back. She danced in relationship to Vic’s dance. When Jim let go of her hands, they slid down Vic’s arms and then around. She felt Vic’s abdomen, touching lower until her baby finger touched the top of Vic’s cunny. She felt Jim’s club slide against her there too. Vic leaned her head back, resting it on Dr. Anderson’s shoulder. They kissed. It made her tingle all over. She hadn’t kissed a woman since she had been in college. Never such a mature, skilled, richly experienced kisser. Since their first meeting a year and a half before, Dr. Anderson had wanted to kiss those lips. Their tongues touched, but the position fell apart. They all stopped dancing because of the clumsy moment. Jim and Vic laughed an infectious laugh which infected Dr. Anderson. 

Vic took Jim’s hand and Jim took Dr. Anderson’s and Vic led them through the bar. At the bottom of some stairs she abruptly stopped resulting in her hand holding Jim’s and Dr. Anderson’s holding Jim’s other hand meeting at the hot throbbing cock still stretching a big lump in his pants. Fingers threaded together over the bulge. Jim leaned down and tenderly kissed Dr. Anderson on the lips while Vic let go of their hands and bounded up the stairs. He trapped Dr. Anderson’s hand over his hardness and rubbed. She pushed her skirt covered pussy against his hand. They barely heard Vic calling down from the top of the stairs.

“Come on,” she yelled and swept her hand up in a large gesticulation. Dr. Anderson was a little unsteady on her feet, so Jim slowly led her up to the door in front of which Vic stood leaning, looking sexy, one knee bent, opening up her thighs to them in welcome. 

They entered another bar, another part of the discotheque, quieter, darker. The music from below pulsed against the walls. All they could hear and feel was the thumping bass. Candle light flickered at the small round tables. Vic led them to a corner secluded from the few customers. Once seated, Jim between them, Vic popped up to get some drinks. 

“Dr. Anderson, I’m glad you came,” said Jim in understatement. At last they could hear each other.

“Kristen. Call me Kristen.” 

“A lovely name.”

“Thanks, Jim.”

“So what did you think about lying to your husband?”

“You don’t mince words.”

“As you can see,” he said, glancing down to his slowly retreating but still heart stopping club, “I like to let it all hang out.”

“Uh-huh,” she said. She tingled. She wanted to rub herself all over it. “I don’t know if talking about my home life right now is appropriate.”

“We have to clear the air.”

The drinks arrived most happily because Vic was bringing them. Sitting at her original spot, Jim between her and Kristen, they drank a good sized gulp of the intoxicant. “Go on, Kristen,” said Vic.

“So you know her name? A lovely name, isn’t it?” said Jim.

“Yes. Go on, Kristen. Jim’s conversational manner is devilishly to the point. It is one of many things he’s very good at.” The complement embarrassed Jim, but her smile, the tongue dancing in her mouth, the tongue then dancing in his mouth, got him over it. They separated and looked at Kristen expectantly.

“Okay, the truth is, I don’t think I love my husband. The kids are a real headache sometimes but in general I love them. I mean I love them even when they are giving me headaches. But my husband and I have always had sort of a cold relationship. Not a lot of touching. Sex a matter of process to achieve the goal of cumming. At least for him. I love the contact, the intimacy, that moment when I can finally get close to him if even for the short time. But I rarely orgasm. The guy never excites me. Never really has. It was like a professional relationship, man and wife incorporated. So, to answer your question, I can’t remember the last time I needed to lie to him. And fuck Frank anyway. I feel so free right now. Released from bondage.”

“I guess we better forget the handcuffs this time Vic,” said Jim with a laugh. “Just kidding.”

Kristen was startled by the humor. She felt another tingle emanating from the base of the spine and through her heart right up to her brain. 

“But seriously…” said Jim.

“Seriously…” said Vic. “You ask her.”

“You’re right,” Jim said. “You see Dr. Anderson.”

“Kristen.”

“No. It’s going to have to be Dr. Anderson. I want to be your student. So this is the professional part of the evening. The raison d’être of our dinner meeting. Hopefully the night will not soon end after you become Kristen again.”

“No way,” said Vic with her patented sparkling eyes revealing the truth: she was a mischievous beauty.

“So I want you to teach me your massage technique. I know you don’t normally teach it,” explained Joe.

“Well yes I do do demonstrations for students.”

“Good. But this is more of a one on one. A tutorial situation. I want to learn your technique and all its philosophy of health, diet, stretches, all that. I want to learn it well enough so I can teach it to someone else.”

“You’re talking…”

“Six months is all we really have. I need to be very well educated in your ways in six months. Do you think that’s possible?”

“I’m pretty busy.”

“I’m pretty busy, too. I could meet with you a couple evenings a week.”

“I don’t know.”

“He’s a bright boy. And physically he’s quite skilled, quite graceful,” said Vic in her inimitable way, then she demonstrated her own physical skills by giving his middle finger a blow job.

“Like Tuesday and Thursday? We’d meet twelve times, maybe a couple more if we want to meet on an 

occasional weekend,” said Joe.

“It’ll cost…”

“You know I’m good for it,” said Vic, staring into Dr. Anderson’s eyes. Wanted telepathy, but settled for using her eyes as a tunnel to the soul.

“What’s this about?”

“Good question,” said Jim and laughed. Vic snorted, but quickly looked at Jim seriously and squeezed his hand hard, easing up after a moment. She pushed up close to him. 

“Jane used to be my girlfriend…” he said seriously.

“You’re kidding?” Dr. Anderson said before she could stop herself.

“A year and a half ago. For about a year and a half. Yes it was serious. I still love her.”

“Wow,” said Dr. Anderson.

“It is simple. Jane was my girlfriend. Vic is my life partner. But yeah it’s complicated, too. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” His eyes pooled, so did Vic’s eyes, as they stared inside each other. 

“No. So okay. See,” he looked back at Dr. Anderson, “you remember the old Jane? Or I guess more accurately the young Jane?” She nodded. It was one of her greatest successes. “Well, she’s reverting back to her old/young self. Retreating. She’s lost her beautiful honest confidence somewhere in New York City. So I’m going to New York City in six months to bring her back the luster.  I’m staying the summer. Only a couple of months. In that time I’m not only going to massage her back to health, but I’m going to find someone to take over the treatment after I leave. Whoever it is I hope will have some time on his hands. If he doesn’t have the money to cover the time, Vic, uh, Mrs. Riemer will provide a stipend.”

“Wow,” said Dr. Anderson. “Let me think about it.”

“Think about it yes or think about it no?” asked Mrs. Riemer.

“Think about it yes,” said Dr. Anderson. Vic leaned across Jim to kiss her, supported by a hand at Jim’s crotch. 

Vic’s other hand descended, joining the supporting hand. They undid his pants and unzipped. Once his club was let loose, bouncing out with a relieved sigh from Jim, Vic led Kristen’s hand to his mighty weapon, ending their kiss. Touching it gingerly, Kristen felt it harden and expand. She held it around the edge of its thick velvety crown and pushed and pulled. 

They all picked up there glasses of liquor and drained them. Vic slid her lovely ass down the slippery couch seat so that when she lay across it her head rested on Jim’s tummy and her tongue touched Jim’s club. She licked it and Kristen’s hand. When her mouth went above the tip and sank down, easing him into her throat, Kristen released his cock and slipped under the table. 

Vic was shocked to feel her legs being separated by two hands, and two lips and a tongue caressing her inner thighs. When Kristen’s tongue felt the barrier of Vic’s silk panties, Vic shifted herself onto her knees, shoved her ass in the air, her face nestling in Jim’s pubic hair, so that Kristen could peal the panties over her exquisite ass and under her sturdy knees and off. Kristen nestled her face between Vic’s succulent thighs. Vic returned to her deep sucking and her hand manipulations of Jim’s rock hard club. She paused every so often to sigh her incredible pleasure being delivered by the clit sucking and tongue fucking Kristen was giving her. This strange tongue was driving her to the pinnacle. She wanted Jim to cum with her. Sucking his cock deep, rubbing it hard and steady, massaging his balls, she got him there. 

As she moaned and panted and froze in orgasm, her mouth off his club pushed on his abdomen to keep her scream from being heard, her hand still gripping the massive club, he tensed up, thrust his club forward, and let loose his cum. Letting her hand ease the pressure, she felt his cock rise high and ejaculate then sink until the next spurt would give it tension to rise again. A couple shots splattered against the bottom of the table. Vic’s hand gently pumped his throbbing cock, helping his spurt. One spurt arced over the edge and on its surface. The rest dampened and made sticky his pants, both from the splats of cum beneath the table dripping down and, when the ferocity of cumming eased, his quieted spurts dribbling directly on to them. As his mighty club began to dwindle, Vic finally took it back into her mouth, letting it rest in there, tasting 




Plain Jane & Nerd Jim Grow Up Ch. 03



the last of his cum oozing out. Once Vic was easing from her frenzied orgasm, Kristen stopped touching her clit, her tongue instead was lapping up the juices and licking her cunny lips and her thighs. Kristen arose from under the table and sat beside that wonderful ass, which she caressed, waiting for its owner to sit up. When Vic did, Kristen kissed her, thus Vic could taste her own cum taste while she delivered the taste of Jim’s jism to Kristen.

“Let’s go,” said Vic, and surrounded by her new lover and her significant other, could only give them each the shoulder. After zipping and buttoning up, Jim guided them out of their couch. Buzzing with a sexual thrall, they ambled out the door down the stairs and through the discotheque until they finally found fresh air. It was not until then that Vic realized she had left her pungent panties under the bar table. She laughed, imagining its discoverer, and twirled around on the sidewalk, showing her bare pussy and buttocks to the world, though few of the world would notice. Jim and Kristen sure did. 

After the spin, she took Kristen’s hand and walked swiftly for a couple blocks, up the stairs of a sleazy two story motel, and after drunkenly unlocking the room door, pulled her inside. She pushed Kristen down on her bed and began to strip her. Off went Kristen’s skirt, her panties, her blouse, her bra. 

She was softer than Vic. Her skin was looser on her. Her breasts spread out to the side more, but were crowned by what looked like highly sensitive areola and long firm nipples. Jim pushed his tongue against a soft orb, enjoying the texture. The softness covering the firmness felt so exotic and thrilling, he had to feel it in his mouth. His mouth wide, he sucked most of her right breast in, feeling her hard nub scraping the roof. Still sucking, the tit slipped out until his lips were left only with the sensitive areola and the nipple it surrounded. His tongue darted across the texture crowning her breast. She moaned.

His mouth had taken Kristen by surprise. Being unexpected made her feel a little cold towards his advances until he licked and sucked her nipple. Warmth puddled in her stomach and dripped down into her pussy.  When he filled his mouth with breast the second time, her legs spread and her thighs tightened and her cunny arose from the bed. He repeated his performance on the left breast while twisting the nipple and massaging the flesh of the right. She began a slow quiet moan which would deepen and quicken and became louder the more he would explore her body. Near the beginning of this long crescendo she stopped breathing. He was not at her breasts. Where did he go? 

He reappeared sucking Kristen’s big toe, and the breath crescendo continued. His tongue slid up to her ankle, crossed to the other ankle, then began a quick series of licks along one inner leg, then the other. It spent time beneath her knees, finding sensitive points that when hit electricity burned through her. The loose skin of her inner thighs hiding strong powerful muscles were licked and pressed by his tongue for long enough to make her shift her cunny closer to that devilish, potentially penetrating tongue. It licked just outside her labia, down to her asshole. Then it took its time creeping up to her lips and inside. 

A small spelunker, the tongue explored the cave. But being a throbbing, swelling, moving thing, it was no rock cave. The tongue swam in the rich liquid space, spreading the liquid around her lips and up. The tongue carved inside the hood of the clit, tickling the clit. His mouth got into the act and sucked its expanding length. His tongue entered as deep inside her lively passageway as it could reach and was fucking her. It licked a high wall of her passage. Then it returned to the clit. As it dug into her most sensitive nub of flesh, Kristin’s moans had built to the height of passion. They were sustained when his tongue penetrated her cunny deep and high for several passes. When it returned to her clit and his mouth enclosed her clit and sucked and his upper mouth pushed against her pubic bone, the crescendo had reached its climax as she wailed her ecstacy at the anonymous motel walls, then silence. Kristin was frozen. Shivers ripped through her body. The climactic moan was a silent moan, beyond hearing. His tongue 

plunged into the love potion seeping out from her cunny.  

Kristin told him once she regained her speech. “Oh Jim. What a good lover you are.” As she spoke she opened her eyes, only then realizing she must have had them closed the entire time. Hearing his and her moans and the subtle licking sounds, smelling the pungent scent of sex, the pheromones in the sweat, the saliva, the cum, and of course most of all the feeling of friction and penetration, she had been utterly satisfied by those three senses. The final senses were soon satisfied. Her eyes saw his big hard club hovering over her face. His knees had straddled her head. She looked between her breasts across her lovely soft white torso to see his head hanging upside down. He was looking into her eyes, smiling. To her right she saw Vic lying on her side beside her, too many inches away. Vic’s face, sitting close to her own face, contained a beatific smile and eyes that bore directly into hers and into her heart. She licked underneath his cock up to the little mouth exuding precum. Tasting it, she smiled at Vic.

“You are beautiful,” Vic said.

She couldn’t say anything. Instead, staring at the beautiful Vic, she took Joe’s enormous club in hand and stroked it. She turned him onto his back and adjusted herself so she was on her knees straddling him, spreading open her cunny lips for him. Her hand brought the head of his cock to her lips. Her tongue caressed it, licking all around it like an ice cream cone. Her mouth opened to it and eased it inside. Her lips felt the hard yet soft, smooth yet bumpy texture of his shaft as she pumped it up and down inside her mouth. Her hand was at times a guide and at other times also pumping up and down on his cock. 

Jim was loving it. Slowly licking inside her pussy, still purring from her recent orgasm, he returned the favor. He wasn’t being aggressive, just sustaining her sexual high while she intensified his. His balls were swelling especially when she began to massage them, with her hand. He sustained a height of pleasure for several minutes, his balls throbbing, his club luxuriating in the wet friction of her mouth and tongue. He sensed, though he very much wanted to christen Kristen with cum in her mouth, it wasn’t what she wanted. He became more aggressive with his lips and tongue on her cunny, distracting her from her task, bringing her back up to his heights. 

He moved his body from underneath hers, quickly crawling behind her ass. His one hand reached around her to find her pussy while his other hand guided his club into its sheath. The sheath was opening new ground to allow his massive thing deeper inside. He felt the closeness of the walls needing to expand. Incredible friction. 

Her eyes opened, happily spotting Vic close beside her, still watching her. She took hold of Vic’s head and brought it under hers until their lips touched and their tongues danced. Kristen was groaning into Vic’s lips. Then she was saying something Vic couldn’t understand. Vic turned her ear to Kristen’s lips.

“I want you,” Kristen moaned.

“How do you want me? Tell me exactly,” said Vic. “Say it.”

“I want to taste you. To taste you. To taste your…vag…your…pussy…your beautiful fucking pussy.”

Vic sat at the top of the bed and spread her pussy open by holding her knees apart with her hands. Kristen’s fingers caressed Vic’s pussy lips as her tongue entered inside, exploring, searching for all the spots to give Vic pleasure. Vic was so turned on it took only a couple minutes before she peaked and exploded. As Jim pierced Kristen deep and hard, lifting her high enough to make as much contact with her clit as possible, she too was sent over the precipice. Feeling the throb of her orgasm, he pushed himself deep enough to tickle her asshole with his pubic hair. But he didn’t cum. 

“Fuck her,” said Kristen within her orgasmic sighs. She had liked talking dirty. Mostly she liked giving directions, taking command, getting what she wanted. How else would they know? “Lie on your back, Jim.”  Jim pulled his club, as big and hard as it had ever been, out of her cunny with a pop, then plopped down on the bed on his back. 

“Straddle him,” Kristen commanded, and Vic happily obeyed. Kristen took hold of his massive shaft and guided it into the wet gaping maw of Vic. Vic began to rise and fall on his club, a slow descent. It felt so wonderful to be full of him again. Then Vic and Jim felt Kristen’s hands spreading their legs open. When she crawled between their legs from below, they felt her tongue stroking them, Jim’s club and Vic’s pussy lips, just on the edge of their carefully coifed and damp and sticky pubic hair. The thrills increased exponentially when Kristen licked at Jim’s full throbbing balls, moved up his shaft and over Vic’s well spread pussy and slipped her tongue into Vic’s asshole. 

After a couple more of Kristin’s licks from asshole, along the pussy to the shaft, down to the balls and up to tongue fuck her asshole again, Jim began pounding fast into Vic and Vic began to sob with unbridled passion. Somehow keeping her tongue within Vic’s nether passage, plunging it in and out a third time while Jim plunged deep into Vic’s sheath brought Vic to orgasm. The rippling sheath sent Jim over too. Their moans harmonized reverberating against the motel walls. Soon a heap of collapsed panting flesh was all that was left.

Jim felt so released of all sexual and other tension, he easily drifted off to sleep, his receding club still embedded in the sheath. Vic lay lovingly on top of him, her head resting on a steady rising and falling chest. She watched as Kristen slowly got out of bed and gathered her clothes. She didn’t want her to leave, but understood. Before she dressed, Kristen slipped into the bathroom to wash the telltale signs of her indiscretion, her wonderful, memorable indiscretion. As Vic heard the shower turn on, she too drifted off.

After carefully washing herself, Kristen sat naked on a motel chair watching the crazy, lovely couple sleep. She slowly dressed. Once ready to leave, she sighed. It was necessary to wake them, to disturb a profound peace.

“Vic, Jim. Sorry,” she said. “Sorry to wake you.” She soon realized they were happy to see her despite her intrusion into their dreams. They smiled softly at her. She nearly cried. “I wish I could stay but…” they said nothing, their eyes a little saddened, while their smiles remained, awaiting what she had to say. “Before I go I want you to promise something. I want you to promise that when I teach you massage, when we are doing massage, there will be no sex. The massage cannot be about sex. It can’t lead to sex. Agree to that, and…”

The forty year old naked and beautiful Vic suddenly bounded out of bed and hugged Kristen. “You’ll do it! Yes!” Jim’s smile broadened even more.

“You promise? I’m serious. If it becomes about sex, I’ll stop. I’ll stop teaching you,” said Kristen.

“Okay, yes, I promise. No sex during massage. I can’t guarantee after,” said Vic. The two ladies kissed, a deep loving kiss, their arms holding each other tight. The contact of their bodies, from thighs to pussies to hips to tummies and chests and breasts and lips and cheeks and forehead, was a celebration of their new found love.

“After. If it’s not about massage,” Kristen somehow said when their lips separated. “Jim?”

“I promise. Thanks,” Jim said quietly. Vic releasing her from their embrace, Kristen moved towards the bed.  She slowly slid her hand over his body, his face and chest and stomach and thighs and carefully and most lovingly across his softened penis. She leaned down and kissed him, another deep, loving kiss.

“Goodbye,” she said. Before closing the door, she looked back at the beautiful nakedness of Vic standing in the middle of the room. “See you soon,” she said, smiling as the door shut.

The three together were enough to assuage the voyeuristic taste of Vic. True to her and Jim’s word, sex happened after some sips of wine and some sexy music had distanced them from the massage.  Still, the intimacy and relaxation the massage caused, along with the sweat of exertion, the pheromones released when the massage felt sexy, and the newly showered body of the one that had been massaged, usually Vic, definitely added to the warmth and intensity and depth of their threesomes. Sex always ended with loud moans of pleasure filling the room with another aspect of their lust. Other aspects of the air in the bedroom were their sexual liquid scents and the love for each other pumping from their hearts and vibrating from their minds. Kissing, licking, fucking, and sucking, sending their consciousness flying in free-fall and exploding, an exquisite group orgasm. They got along so beautifully. And they had fun.

The funniest moment came early in the massage training. When Kristen first suggested Vic should choose the soothing music accompanying the massage, Vic chose the Eno ambient piece. It immediately brought Jim back to the first time Jim and Jane had made love. It had been their background music. Not that it was an unpleasant remembrance, the fact of his hardening cock revealed the opposite feeling, which was the point.

“Maybe we should let Kristen choose the music,” he said. 

“What’s wrong with…” Vic began, but followed his hangdog stare to its view, the tenting of the towel wrapping his otherwise naked body and realized the predicament.

“Jane and I, we used to…the first time…” he stuttered. He needed to be calm. It amused and thrilled Vic. She closed her eyes and imagined her daughter and Jim first making love. “Vic,” he said plaintively.

Startled as if awoken from a dream, Jane said, “Okay Dr. Anderson. You choose.” Dr. Anderson put on her CD of soothing environmental sounds with piano or flute or guitar discretely accompanying.  They saved the Eno for later.

By the time the six months were up, the massage and the health regimen and the yoga had made all three as healthy and toned as they had ever been. Jim’s big strong yet sensitive hands proved the greater instrument for massage than his teacher’s, much to the betterment of Dr. Anderson and Vic in how the massage felt and the physical results, the extended lack of stiffness and the growing of healthy supple muscles.

It was tough to leave them to go to New York. Jim had to steel himself. Vic had tears in her eyes as Kristen held her hand. Even though they’d be together again in a couple months, it still seemed a more heart wrenching moment than when he and Jane had split. Made worse by Kristen. The three had become a unity. A triad of sex and friendship. He was breaking it up. Would Kristen be part of their lives when he got back? In the middle of the airport waiting area Kristen and Vic kissed. The love and the outrageousness of the brief public lesbian kiss enraptured his heart and expanded his club. The last thing he saw before turning away from them for two months was their two faces together smiling two hot smiles, sad but sexy. He buttoned his jacket to hide his bulge, not wanting to embarrass anybody. He wasn’t embarrassed. He wanted to celebrate that particular hard on as long as possible. He smiled to himself. He was loved. Everything would be alright.



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Two days after he had departed from Vic and Kristen, Jim was awakening beside Vic's daughter Jane. He had almost immediately strayed from the path he hoped to follow. But Jane's first words after stretching and smiling up at his tall body standing over her bed were, "So tell me about Harry." He couldn't have been happier.

He called Harry, told him they were going on a date with the lovely Jane. Harry paused, Jim hoping he wasn't falling into an apoplectic fit. When Harry hummed and stuttered, Jim was getting a more worried. Harry breathed deeply. "Sure," he said.

"Great," said Jim, in the truest sense of the word.

Jim and Jane showered separately. Jim put on his clothes from the day before, and Jane put on a summer dress. Before they stepped out of her apartment, Jane wrote a message for her roommate Connie to meet them at the boat rental in Central Park from 5 o'clock until seven if she could. 

Jim and Jane decided to stay together for the entire day until five o'clock came around and they would meet Harry. Jane was excited to show her city to Jim and wanted to hop in a cab as soon as they walked out her apartment building. 

"Let's walk," said Jim. He didn't care about seeing the sites. He wanted to be with her. 

"It's like thirty blocks to Central Park," said Jane.

"We got all day," he said as he began walking south.

"Okay," she said as she joined him.

They talked and laughed and enjoyed themselves immensely. He even got to see the Guggenheim Museum which he thought was really cool and kind of fucked up for a museum. They stopped at a deli that sold Yankee caps, bought a couple of them to protect their faces from the hot sun and a couple sandwiches and sodas.

By the time five o'clock rolled around they were at the boat rental place in Central Park looking for Harry. The time came none too soon. They were on the edge of having maybe a little too much of being around each other. Waving a ticket in his hand, Harry appeared a couple minutes late.

"Got the canoe," said Harry excitedly, like a little boy. Jane found him silly yet endearing, both in action and in dress. The guy wasn't the model type. Tall and skinny with a high narrow face buried under even nerdier glasses than Jim sported. And he was either intense or he was retreating. Jane especially liked his intensity. She wanted to encourage it. But first they needed to put the canoe in the water.

Jim held the canoe so Harry could take the stern and Jane could sit in the middle. However, once Jane was in the boat, Jim sent them off. Jane nearly toppled out, but managed to have her lovely high seat meet the seat in the bow. "You fucker," she said to the retreating Jim. She didn't mean to be harsh. She was really just kidding. Harry caught a glimpse of her white panties as her dress fluttered up, and they looked marvelous stretched across her lovely tusch. Harry grabbed a paddle, turning the boat away from the dock and away from Jim. Jane scowled at Jim as they turned. She twisted around in the boat to keep the scowl on longer. She forgot about it when she saw Harry smiling at her. She smiled back. When she grabbed a paddle, Harry held it and placed it back at the bottom of the canoe. His paddle was all that gave the boat any speed and direction.

"Hey you're good at this," she said. She sat facing him, watching his lean torso twist as his lean strong shoulder muscles tightened with each stroke.

"My family would go canoeing a lot when I was a kid. We had our own. It was just the three of us which worked good. We'd go camping, do the whole portaging thing."

"Sounds fun," she said. She couldn't believe how easy it was with this guy. At the start she thought it would be uncomfortable.

"Sometimes. Most of the time I guess. Sometimes, you know with camping things can get really unpleasant. The weather is bad or you just get in a funk that pisses off the two in close proximity for a long period of time."

"Not going to happen," she smiled. "Too nice a day."

"Wonderful day," he said, meaning her.

As they paddled around the winding channels of the lake they talked. Mostly Jane talked. It wasn't shyness that kept him from speaking. He wanted to hear what she had to say. When he talked, he talked about music. He talked about the quiet splash of the paddle, the people's passing conversations, the birds, the squirrels chattering as random musical events, the silences between notes. He talked about John Cage and chance composition. Then he talked about how he liked to compose. Not chance but sometimes sounding like it. But with melody. A melody he concocted using the mathematical relationships found in engineering. Maybe her poetry...maybe he could use her poetry...maybe to make a song...

"I'd love to hear your music," said Jane.

"You want to come over?"

"I'd love to come over."

"You would?" Harry said. When he swallowed it was as if all tension of wanting but not knowing if she wanted, of finding but not knowing if she wanted to be found was like a giant rock finally dislodged and disappearing down his throat. "I haven't played any for Jim yet."

"Fuck Jim," she said with a laugh.

"But I thought..."

"Just you and me tonight. We'll swing by my place, drop him off, pick up some poems and head down to your place."

"Sounds...great!" he said. "But I thought..."

"I'll admit it. I love the guy. I still love the guy. But he's my past. You my friend are my future."

He felt another lump of tension, this time much lower in his body, manifested by his hardening spear. It uncurled and inflated like a crumpled balloon at last making a comeback. She was a golden creature sitting before him in the sun. 

She too was excited by the view. When she adjusted herself on the seat, she felt a cool wet breeze play over the dampness of her panties where they covered her juicy cunny. 

They had circled the lake and were heading back to the dock, spotting and waving at Jim and Connie, Jane's roommate waving to them from in front of the boat rental place. Jim and Connie, standing a distance away from each other came together when they approached the docking canoe. 

Seeing the large brown paper bag Jim was holding made Jane aware how hungry she was. She and Harry dampened their shoes as they struggled out of the canoe and on to shore. 

"Hi," said Jane to her two friends, and they nodded to her. Jim had rarely seen her so happy. "Hurry up. I spotted the perfect spot," Jane said and ran off. She slowed when she got too far away, glad to see Harry the first to catch up despite holding the blanket freshly purchased for the occasion. Once Jim and Connie were a few feet behind them, Jane continued a brisk walk towards her destination, Harry beside her.

On the edge of one of the lake's channels, Jane stopped. "Down here," she said, and Harry draped the blanket over the earth near the base of an old oak tree and a yard and a half from the quiet ripples of the lake against its edges. There they partook of the fried chicken and potato salad while continuing their conversation. 

"I'm heading over to Harry's to listen to his music after the picnic. Why don't you spend some time with Connie?" said Jane to Jim, and to Connie, "if that's okay?" That was it for being with anyone but Harry.

She liked Harry. Though not a handsome man he had a good heart and soul which shone through his eyes. She removed his nerdy glasses to see that soul better. Like the creeping speed of the minute hand, she slowly closed in on him. Maybe she was a little cruel, but she loved his reactions to each advance she made. Each advance made him twitch. First contact of knees touching. The first contact of her hand on him, on his thigh. When she took his hand in hers. It took him a few seconds to recover. His head would duck down and away from her. He would shake a little. It was crazy, but it fascinated her. It was amusing. Then he would recover and put on a brave albeit more and more horny face. 

They were excited being together. Jane's hardening nipples could be seen easily through her tank top. His spear was enlarging down his pant leg. They both wanted to act on the potential of what they saw. He wanted to kiss those nipples, suck them into his mouth. He wanted to feel what they felt like. She wanted to free his spear and push it against her pussy and rub it there. 

A muscle in her neck tensed up, stopping her progression towards him, but inadvertently increasing it times sixty. 

"Let me get that," he said and stood up to walk behind her. He knelt and began to massage her shoulders. She reached back to touch his knees naked below his bermuda shorts. She encircled his knees with her hands, coaxing him to sit his butt down and slide his legs along her hips and thighs. This proved a difficult position for massage. He looked around for a makeshift pillow and found the bags for their food which he crumpled and stuffed under his ass. He leaned a little forward and continued the massage. After her shoulders and neck, he worked down her arms. When his hands passed over hers, the fingers intertwined and his nose was buried in her neck, smelling her scent, her hair, her skin, the sweet sharp odor of the water, and the sweet intoxicating odor of her excitement. She turned her head, leaned back, and they kissed. 

Harry always imagined his first romantic kiss would be a simple moment. He would bend down standing to meet the girl's lips. This was an altogether more complicated angle. He loved it. He loved that his lips moved from the side of her mouth, capturing her lower lip from its thin beginning to the plump, voluptuous middle. He loved the way she did the same to his upper lip. The kiss was soft at first, a light touching, then a gentle nibbling. Suddenly it was full on. Lips pressing hard to the teeth. Mouth opening just enough to let Jane's tongue sweep around inside and lead his tongue inside her mouth. She brought his hands to her naked midriff, where he continued the massage. She left him there to do as he liked. His hands circled her tummy, moving her softness, applying gentle pressure to the firm muscles beneath. The circle widened, touching the lowest point of roundness of her soft breasts and the highest point of her pubic hair. The kiss continued, the tongues darting and playing, Jane's mouth capturing and sucking on Harry's tongue. 

Realizing how public they were, she knew they couldn't get away with taking this further. At least not in the position they were in. She ended the kiss and turned around on her butt. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and hugged. Her pubic bone pushed against his stomach. She lessened the pressure of the hug and began a new kiss. Her pussy began a slow slide down the front of his shorts, following his spear, engulfing it subtly in the valley between the nether lips. The lips on her face sucked his tongue in and out. Her brazen seduction was working wonders on his timidity, but he still was slow to grasp her ass cheeks. The slowness was turning her on. It was like his every reaction imitated a tantalizingly slow rising cock. Once he held those cheeks hard, he was guiding her cunny on his spear, a clothed fucking. 

Maybe because they were so public and people could see him holding her, he made the next move. He brought her hands down to where their bodies met so as to have them hidden by the body. His hand slid into the waist of her shorts. She unbuttoned them to allow better access. He didn't reciprocate. It would have been too much to let loose his spear with people passing by, though if they studied the couple, any passing stranger could probably figure out what he was up to. He slipped his fingers through her tangle of pubic hair until she felt them touch the crown of her cunny. It nearly made her cum, the climax of nearly two hours of mostly mind foreplay. His climax had been building for a lifetime. Her fingers found the head of his spear beneath his shorts and pulled on it. His right hand moved away from touching her cunny, leaving the left hand to feel the slick warm damp inner flesh between her pussy lips. His right hand slid beneath her halter to cup her breast, naked to its touch. She was tugging at his cock. It was all too much for him. She felt the twitching of the spear as he sunk a finger inside her cunny and massaged her tit aggressively with the other hand. She felt the hot sticky cum squirt out the head she had been vigorously rubbing and dampen the dungarees. Once he had let go of the passion of the orgasm, he let go of her and closed up. 

"Sorry," he said pathetically.

"Jesus, Harry, you nearly made me cum," she said. She kissed his lips, flushed hot from his orgasm, and she could feel the pulse of the orgasm lingering there. She continued after the kiss, "and I liked making you cum."

"I'm not...I've never..." he stammered, ashamed at what he was trying to tell her.

"You're a virgin!" she exclaimed. "That's so cool."

"Yeah, well, I don't know. Cool? I don't know." She kissed him again, and he kissed back fully, lovingly. "This is going to sound really corny, but I've been waiting for you."

"What?" she said. 

He gently and lovingly kissed her again. When their lips separated, he looked at her face and into her eyes. "I don't mean to scare you off."

"But you never met me before last night."

"No, but it's true. I always thought love was about connecting in a really profound way. When we met and we exchanged glances, I felt my heart was going to explode. I thought you could feel the same or something similar. I saw it in your eyes."

"Yes, well I did get a certain curious tingle. Got it again when we met again."

"Yes," he said like he had just won something big, something life altering, or more someone. Someone he had won because she had won him.

"And many times since. It started all up in here," taking his hand, she showed him, spreading his hand across her face and down, "and then moved here," across her breasts and tummy, "and here," and between her warm damp thighs, "and here." He couldn't help pressing at the crown of her cunny. "It keeps tingling," she said and kissed him. 

They decided it was time to move on. As they stood, they noticed they had been left by their roommates. Harry also noticed the tell-tale sign of his having cum. She noticed him glancing about and at his pants. She laughed loud and unashamedly at him. She shook the blanket and placed it over his shoulders so as to cover the stain below. She looked into his smiling eyes.

"Come on," he finally said, taking her hand and leading her through the park and out onto the street and into the subway and out and onto the street and up the stairs and into his apartment. They had never been so quiet around each other. It felt good.


Once inside the apartment, they entered his study, and he put on his music. She sat on the guest bed, Jim's bed for the summer. "I forgot to get my poems," she said.

"Later," Harry said with a big smile. Later was a good word at the beginning of a relationship.

"Later," she said, returning his smile, agreeing with his unspoken thought.

"Want to dance?" he asked jokingly. The music was mostly silence with chords and single notes occasionally from an organ disrupting it. Not music one would normally find a way to dance to. Jane, a skilled modern dancer/choreographer could. As Harry sat on the edge of his desk, Jane got up. She took his hand and pulled him into her arms. They were slow dancing. Mostly holding each other. Barely moving. Her eyes were closed, not so much to feel their intimate contact, but to listen to the music. It was really good. She noticed the melody. She had to listen closely, but she noticed it. Simple while using the full spectrum of a chord, sort of like an Eno melody. It was lovely. 

His eyes were open. They wanted to receive every nuance of her reaction to him and his music. She suddenly broke away from him and opened her eyes. She began to move and pulse and breathe to the music. She was dancing. A solo. He sat and watched. It was a long piece, over twenty minutes. She worked the music, and it worked her until the end. 

"You're really good," he said, not so much surprised as glad she was so talented, gifted. Poetry and dance. The girl was remarkable.

"Oh god Harry, you too. Beautiful. Are they all so beautiful? Let me hear another one." He played her another, shorter piece. She closed her eyes and listened. It was far denser, silences noticeable by their near absence, but again there was the subtle lovely melody. And the rhythm. Weird, intricate, complicated. What had the rhythm been about in the first piece?

"Play the first one again," she said once the second had ended. She got the rhythm halfway through, got up and moved out of the room, dancing. She moved a table and chair to the side of his living room for more space, and danced, thought and danced throughout the still small space of his living room. He watched, entranced.

"Can I take a shower," she said at the moment the piece ended. He pointed to the bathroom. She dashed inside. After peeing she got into the shower and washed herself carefully, spending the most time on her cunny and asshole. She wanted them clean for his piercing. She noticed how clean the room was. In fact the apartment was immaculate. What a thorough, meticulous gentleman. A clean towel was waiting for her when she exited the shower. 

Once dried she wrapped it around her warm damp long voluptuous body and entered the living room. He wasn't there. She peeped into his bedroom, in which the bed was crisply made and was glad he wasn't waiting for her in bed. She liked seducing him too much for him to pass steps. She found him in the kitchen pouring red wine from a jug. Some cheap wine. She tasted it. 

"This is delicious," she said.

"Isn't it? Best wine for under ten dollars."

"As good as I have had," she said. She looked him over as she gulped down the full glass. "Drink up. No etiquette needed. And you're still in your wet sticky shorts." She looked over the empty counter, everything put away. She then went through the cabinets.

"Can I help you..." he said, amused.

"Here we go." she said, interrupting. She held a plastic bottle of Wesson oil discretely enough for him to not be quite sure what she had. She tugged on his arm then took his hand. "Come on, let's get those sticky things off.

"Lie down," she said, pushing him onto his back on his bed. She was glad to see it was queen size. He probably needed extra room for his height, certainly not for company, Not until she arrived. At his feet she tugged off his athletic shoes, then his damp and smelly socks. Even concentrated, she liked his smell. She even took his right foot in hand and licked the bottom, mostly at the ball. She couldn't remain for long or he'd have kicked her by accident. As gently as possible, resisting the desire to jump him and fuck him right off, she lay the foot down and rubbed her hands along his inner leg, inner thigh, across the drying semen there, and to the zipper on his shorts. She unsnapped and unzipped and vigorously pulled them off his legs. It was a throbbing tent pole that tented the elastic of his briefs. Being far too brief for his spear, they were well pulled. She wrapped her hand around his cock through the cotton briefs, one step closer to flesh on flesh contact. A lot of friction was created, but he wanted freedom for his spear, her naked hands wrapped around it. It sprung out once Jane had pulled the briefs off completely, and thus he got his wish. And more. Much more.

She took the spear in hand and rubbed all the way up, rubbing along the tip and the ridges of the head, then down to the base, touching his balls, inserting her finger up his asshole. She laughed when he jumped. He soon calmed, or rather became distracted, when her lips kissed the tip and her tongue tasted the tiny mouth of his cock, while one hand vigorously rubbed the shaft. Her one hand occupied with his bung hole, she loved rubbing her other hand up and down his long lean spear, feeling its hardness, pulling on the flexible skin covering the stiffness. The helmet felt good in her mouth, too. She sent it deep inside, letting it slide down her throat. It was a long way down for the length of his spear, but was narrow enough not to expand her throat a lot. She brought it back out, saturated with spit. She sucked and licked the big purple helmet, a beautiful crown to his magnificent length, rubbing her hand continuously from the base of his cock up to where her lips played. Then she sent it deep inside again, the helmet squeezing along the walls of her throat. Revealing her sword swallowing skills, learned from the club swallowing she had performed on Jim, she had Harry all the way inside her throat, her lips making contact with his pubic hair. Pumping his spear in and out for four strokes, she pulled him out again to avoid choking on his rigid flesh, returning to the rubbing, the kissing and the licking. The pleasure kept building as his balls expanded. He was shivering with excitement. She felt the trembling of his balls when she deep throated his spear a third time, and knew she had to ease off.




Plain Jane & Nerd Jim Grow Up Ch. 04



She stopped, causing Harry to moan, not in displeasure at her stopping, but from realizing the feeling of her blow job was totally better than the feeling of when she wasn't giving him one. She retrieved the bottle she had brought from the kitchen. While saturating her hands with the oil, she realized some adjustments needed to be made. "Pull off all the blankets and the top sheet," she said, and despite his near orgasmic oblivion he obeyed. "Open your hand." And when he did she poured the slick liquid onto it, some of it pouring over the edge of his palms and onto the bed. She masturbated his rigid flesh with her right hand while her left hand entered his bung hole. "Copy me. Slip your fingers inside my butt. Make it slippery."

"I want to feel your..." he said shyly while obeying her. 

"Go ahead," she said within her sigh and sighed louder when his other hand slid around her pussy lips and inside. His fingers were long and narrow and buried themselves deeper and deeper inside her cunny and asshole with each stroke. She was reaching the plateau of pleasure, but needed a little more assistance. "Rub my clit." He did. "Oh, gentler darling, yes, oh yes, just right. Mmmmm. Oh!" 

She climbed up his lean body, hovering her cunny over his spear and descended. "Oh yeah!" she said, loving it. "Don't stop your fingers in my butt, darling. Oh yes."

He watched frozen with ecstacy as her big soft yet firm breasts flopped up and down on her long lovely torso. He watched as she continued bouncing up and down, his spear burying itself deeper and deeper into its hole until it was in to the hilt. The lovers stopped moving, relishing all senses. The narrow passage, the vigorous pole trapped inside, the warmth, the movement of inner and outer flesh, the viscous liquid dripping out of her cunny onto his pubic hair. His eyes were closed so he could notice everything happening to him during his first fuck ever. She began fucking him again, lifting her high firm ass up and down. At the end of her down strokes she pressed hard, pubic bone against pubic bone. He could feel his shaft through the membrane of her rectum. He even pushed the walls to make contact as his shaft went up and down. She sped up her fucking then stopped, lifting her pussy off his cock.

"Push as many fingers as possible inside my asshole," she said with a moaning breath. "Yes, that's it, that's it." She grabbed the oil resting on the edge of the bed and poured it in her hands. His spear, already coated by her love juices, was made even slicker by the oil she rubbed up and down its length. Licking the tip of his intensely rigid cock, she then moved around and kneeled so that her face was in the pillow at the top of his bed and her ass was sticking up. "Pour the oil down my ass. Yes. Oooh. Now get behind me and stick it in."

"In your..." he said, not believing the adventure she was giving him. His cock was now pressed against her lovely ass cheeks behind her.

"My pussy is a little sore. I want you inside. I want it to feel good. Yes. No. Up," she said instructing his spear head as it slid from her asshole to her pussy and back to her asshole. "Yes," she exclaimed, pushing her magnificent ass against him, helping him to push the spear inside her. 

The helmet broke through the tight ring of muscle. She grunted from the large intrusion. Once inside and entering her deeper with each push, she opened herself up to him completely. She felt so full of him, and it felt wonderful. Better and better the deeper he plunged. She assisted the pleasure by rubbing her pussy and her clit. The pleasure she felt rose to the highest height when he pulled on her nipples and mangled her dangling breasts. His strokes were burying his spear all the way inside. His balls slapped against her pussy lips. He was fucking her hard and fast. 

"Cum for me darling. Shoot deep inside me!" she moaned. With two large heaves against her ass he froze. His cock was embedded deep. His pleasure shook him. His cumming rocked him. Consciousness for him and for her was the pulsing seed and the pulsing tool sending his seed inside. She was moaning low in her throat. She held her cunny with her hand, pressing steadily on the super sensitive nub of flesh at its crown until she exploded. She was silent. A long high quiet wail became louder, became a scream as her orgasm forced its way from her pussy and stomach through her lungs and throat and into her mouth and nose and eyes and brain. Ecstacy burned through her with hot pulsing waves. He felt her orgasmic pulses as counterpoint to his own ejaculating pulses. The walls of her already tight rectum tightened on him with each pulse, amplifying his already immeasurable pleasure. His long narrow clapper was ringing her bell, and the ringing resonated thrilling rushes that passed through his body over and over again. 

A wet pop announced his spear's exit from her asshole as she collapsed forward onto the bed. "My god," she said, the pillow muffling her voice.

"What?" he mumbled, too overwhelmed to speak louder. He looked at his still hard cock. He looked at her pale body, its soft yet defined curves and the flush of her skin, like strawberries and cream. He watched her ass turn and her lovely breasts and pretty face appear as she turned lazily on her side and smiled up at him. "My god, darling Harry. That was the best fuck ever!"

"No," he said, blushing through his already flushed face while delicately stroking his cock. "No way. I'm a novice." 

She watched his distracted masturbation. "It's only going to get better, isn't it? And you're still hard. It couldn't get better. It's gonna get better. You're perfect."

"You're perfect for me, too. I waited for you. Didn't know if I'd wait in vain. And there you were. Finally. Here you are."

"You are a sentimentalist, aren't you?" she said thoughtfully. He shrugged. He had never been before. But really he was. Waiting for her for so long to miraculously appear. Yes he was. 

They had just met and love was going to make its statement already. He hadn't said it. She hadn't said it. Too soon. But it was there. Love was in the air, perfuming Harry's bedroom as much as their love juices were perfuming it. Darkness and sex smells and love created the atmosphere. She smiled. She got up on her knees, her hand shared a wank with his hand on his amazingly rigid cock, and she kissed him. It was a warm, delicate, soft, profound, intimate, loving kiss. 

Keeping hold of his spear, she led him into the bathroom. "Let's clean that guy off and see what else we can do with it." Harry turned on the water. They entered the stall. She grabbed the soap and lathered her hands well. She rubbed the lather up and down and all around his proud spear, carefully including his ball, her face inches from his erection. She turned him around 360 degrees to wash off the cock. Once clean, she lathered up her hands again, applying the lather to his ass. She turned him around again and was sliding her soapy fingers into his hole and by doing so pulling his spear into her mouth. Poking and spreading his ass cheeks, she was doing a thorough job of cleaning up his backside while fully engorging his front. 

When he sensed his ass was thoroughly cleaned, he backed away from her mouth's attentions, with reluctance but with a greater purpose. "Your turn," he said.

"But I haven't..." she started as he stood her up. His lips wrapped around her nipple while his hands rubbed her tummy and thighs. "Okay," she said, thrilled by his touch. He moved his hands away to lather them up with soap. Then he massaged her big soft pale breasts with his soapy hands, pinching and twisting her pink nipples which became rigid points. After thrilling her for a couple minutes there, he lathered and rubbed soap on her abdomen, being sure to clean out the slight indentation of her belly button. After more lathering he slid his hands over and between her perfect thighs. She moaned as he cleaned the hairy mound and then pushed his fingers down along her pussy lips. He concentrated his attention to the hardening nub pushing out of its little hood. 

"Turn around," he commanded, his low voice echoing in the small stall. As she rinsed off her front he lathered her back. When he reached her incredible high ass cheeks, she lifted them up even higher. Thoroughly lathering his hands, he slid fingers between the cheeks and rimmed her asshole. He slid a couple fingers in and out of the hole, then began cleaning her cunny again from a new angle. 

Once thoroughly soaped, he turned her as she had turned him, a slow circle so that all the soap had been washed away and so that he could kneel down and push his face between those ass cheeks. His tongue came out and she sighed when it made contact with the bottom of her pussy and licked up. Her sighs continued as her breath quickened in excitement. He was overwhelming her with his tongue, swift strokes along her lips and inside and up to her clit and down and around and back inside. 

"Oh...that...feels...so...delicious," she said, drawing out the words with each sigh. Her ass responded to his attention by pushing into his face and then retreating at the rate of his fucking tongue. When she was on the edge of cumming, she pulled her ass forward, resulting in his face being drowned by the shower water. She heard him sputter in the stream, and realized what she had done. She quickly shut off the water. He returned to his luscious tongue strokes, bringing his lips into it more. They sucked and pulled on her pussy lips. When they took hold of her clit and sucked between strokes of his tongue on the high wall of her cunny, she was almost there. She took his hands in hers and brought them up to her breasts. His fingers, with her fingers intertwined, pulled her nipples and twisted. 

She tensed, frozen in place as his tongue vigorously fucked her pussy. Then she moaned. Shivering, she felt the explosion throughout her body, the epicenter being where his tongue was. It kept fucking her pussy, she letting it, creating thrilling aftershocks, until she couldn't take it anymore. Her tall, fleshy, curvaceous, soft yet firm, pale tinged with red body slowly collapsed into him. 

His still hard cock ended up resting between her thighs, her cunny pressing down on top of it. It was as if it was her cock protruding in front of her. And in a way it had become hers. He lifted her up enough with his legs to adjust the head of his endlessly engorged flesh to fit the opening of her cunny. He let his legs relax and her weight sent his spear all the way inside her. He felt the vibrations of the latter stages of her orgasm fluttering the walls. He was in heaven. He wanted to stay there. He didn't move. She didn't either. 

Then they began to rock back and forth on the floor of the shower. It was a subtle fuck. They stayed at the same tempo for several minutes, but the more intense it got, the harder and deeper he drove his spear against the resistance of her cunny. Pubic bones met and rubbed. Then all hell broke loose inside him and the rocking became a flutter of fucking. He rapidly pierced his spear three times into her and stopped, holding her down on him as he pumped out his cum with a long final moan. She leaned back against his torso, seeking and finding the fast heartbeat in his chest. Her head bent back like it had the first time they kissed, and she touched her hot lips to his. 

Harry suddenly realized she had said earlier her pussy was sore. "You okay?" he asked.

"Perfect," she purred and kissed him again.



Plain Jane & Nerd Jim Grow Up Ch. 05



As Jane purred on the floor of Harry’s shower, many blocks uptown from Harry’s apartment Jim was sitting on Jane’s bed waiting for Connie to finish her shower. He liked Connie. He loved looking at her. She seemed to feel the opposite about him. It puzzled him and worried him. Besides lusting after her, he also knew he needed to be around Jane a lot over the next two months. Being unwanted by Jane’s roommate wouldn’t make for an environment of peace and comfort needed to be established for Jane to unwind and get fixed up. 

He knew there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing was hidden from Connie. He looked into her intelligent and beautiful brown eyes, and he knew those eyes could look inside him and see him for who he truly was. From the first moment her eyes caught his, he knew he was naked before her. At least his soul. He would have loved to be actually naked beside her naked body.

When they both waved at Jane and Harry arriving in their canoe from their romantic paddling a few hours before, Jim realized the woman of his dreams was Connie, Jane’s roommate. He was pleased. He had noticed her while waiting for Jane and Harry to end their canoeing. Once he had sent the two new lovers off, he had searched for picnic supplies. It had taken him nearly an hour to get everything together and return, and was happy to see they were still canoeing. He sat on a bench and waited another half hour, the blanket and the bags of food surrounding him. He occupied himself people watching. The most pleasant subject turned out to be Connie.

Once he spotted her he couldn’t look away. He didn’t want to be rude, but she was so attractive. She had a cute body, no more than a couple inches over five feet. It was perfectly proportioned. Her pants were tight enough to reveal the curve of her thighs and the gentle taper of her legs. Her ass was round and firm, and he closed his eyes and imagined biting one of those firm cheeks. Her shirt was tailored to her torso so that he could see the roundness of her breasts which bounced high and proportionally large over her slightly plump and sexy tummy. And the way the waist curved from chest to hips was pure poetry. 

But even with those astounding assets it was her face that blew him away. In many ways her body had reminded him, to the point of making him tingle and his cock to rise a bit, of Kathleen, the young woman who had taken away his virginity in high school. But while Kathleen was an incredibly cute blonde, Connie was raven black and her soft wavy hair framed an awesomely beautiful face. From her high smooth forehead to her deep brown eyes perfectly spaced and sized, to her slightly bobbed small nose, to her high cheekbones that dropped down to narrow cheeks, to her small bee-stung mouth, to her soft yet pronounced chin, everything about her face was proportioned to project beauty. He couldn’t help marveling at her, and when she noticed his stare, she stared back. It was a challenge, not a seduction. “Fuck off,” her face seemed to be saying. Finally realizing how rude he was being, he looked away. 

She hadn’t walked away. Once she was there she remained within eyesight. He couldn’t help stealing glances, etching her face and body into his mind for some nasty future purpose. Inevitably, she would catch him. 

Perhaps that’s why when they realized who they were and why they were where they were, Jim seemed the only happy one. 

“Could you help me with the bag or the blanket,” he said shyly with a smile. She on the other hand gave him a testy grimace. After a moment, she resigned herself to helping, taking the blanket and draping it over her lovely shoulder, the ends nearly touching the ground. She appreciated it when the tall Harry took over the transport of the blanket. She didn’t appreciate it when Harry and Jane walked off swiftly. She was alone with Jim, walking beside him, seemingly stuck beside him. She actually didn’t know he was named Jim until…

“Hi, I’m Jim. You must be Connie,” he said. He felt nervous as a schoolboy trying to talk to some idolized rock star. The nerd façade had taken over.

“Guilty as charged,” she said. Despite the terseness of her comment, he liked the mellifluous sound of her voice. A Southern accent but not deep south. Middle south perhaps.

“Kentucky,” she said reading his mind. They had reached the blanket and sat opposite from Harry and Jane.

“I’m from Minnesota,” he said. He proceeded to pull the food and liquid from the bag.

“Yeah, I figured. Same as Jane. Same kind of accent. You related?” she said as everyone took plates, utensils and cups and began eating. They were all hungry.

“No. We’re… she’s…Jane was my girlfriend.”

“Ex-boyfriend,” she said and mulled it over as she chewed and drank and watched the two new lovers, Jane and Harry as they subtly moved towards each other. The sexual excitement of a new relationship was obvious. "Pretty weird.”

“Yeah,” he said with a laugh. “You could say that.” He and Connie continued watching the lovers as they closed in on each other.

“I’m heading over to Harry’s to listen to his music. Why don’t you spend some time with Connie,” said Jane to Jim, and to Connie, “if that’s okay?”  Jim was more than glad to agree, but wasn’t sure how Connie would react. It was a relief when she nodded along with him.

“Weird,” said Connie, shaking her head. “How long were you…together.”

“A couple years, I guess. I haven’t seen her for a couple years. It was in high school.”

“Puppy love.”

“I wouldn’t say that. We were pretty mature for highschoolers. It was an intense relationship. Might have lasted if we hadn’t needed to pursue different paths in two very different parts of the country. We were very much in love.”

Connie shook her head. “Weirder and weirder,” she said in wonder as they watched the couple touch. “Don’t you want to grab her away from him?”

“Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy,” said Jim.

“Is that a crack against Jane?” she said defensively. “She’s not perfect, but she’s…pretty great.”

“No. I mean yes. She is great. I was serious. I wanted Harry and Jane to meet.”

“Shit,” Connie said. They watched Harry begin massaging Jane’s shoulders. 

“That’s a good start,” Jim said to himself, but so Connie could hear. He looked over at her beautiful face for only the third time since they had introduced each other. He didn’t want to piss her off more than he already had. She was looking at him. He was happy to see curiosity in her expression.  “It’s all about massage,” he explained. “I’m here to give her massages and to hopefully train Harry to continue when I leave. He seems to enjoy massaging her, and she seems to enjoy him doing it.”

“This is nuts. The more you tell me the weirder it gets.”

“It’s a long story, Connie.” They noticed the massages had become caresses. “Uh oh, not the direction I hoped.”

“I believe it’s the direction they hoped. I knew you’d be jealous,” she said proudly. 

“That’s not it. You seem to be stuck with me awhile, and it is a long story,” he said as he got onto his feet. He reached down, and she paused before putting her petite hand into his big mitt.  He wondered if there was any possibility she felt the thrill he felt from their first physical contact. Once she was standing beside him, she looked into his eyes. He could swear he saw the corner of her lips edging up towards a warm smile before she looked away. It was enough to thrill his heart and slightly engorge his cock. It would stay slightly engorged for the rest of the evening. He might have been embarrassed, but he wasn’t. Superman lets it all hang out. He couldn’t tell how the swelling was effecting her. The woman baffled him. At least she didn’t seem scared, the one reaction which would make him feel regretful of his club, which, even though not at full magnificence, still revealed his physical attraction to her. As usual, he was transparent. She never told him to fuck off and leave her alone and walk away as she could have done. But she was serious, quiet, with rarely a smile to warm up their interaction. 

They shopped at fancy boutiques, a couple of department stores and a bookstore. Along their travels, Jim monopolized the conversation. Partly it was because he was telling her all the details which preceded and caused his being there. After he told the basic story, he tried getting her to talk about herself, but she just asked more questions about him. Eventually he told her about Jane’s mother, and his love for her. He told her about their conversations, her seduction of him. He told her about his modeling. Everything except the voyeur episodes. He could tell her about that if, as he hoped, they got to know each other better. He did tell her about his menage a trois with Dr. Anderson. 

“How old is Mrs. Riemer?” she asked. He could tell he was shocking her. Never having told anyone else except Kristen didn’t make it easier. Maybe he had to let it spill out after keeping it to himself and especially not letting Jane know for so long.

“She had Jane when she was pretty young. She’s only forty.”

“Forty! And you’re barely twenty! She’s doing great, but couldn’t you do better?”

“No,” he said with a laugh. “Victoria is a beautiful woman. She’s in incredible shape. She’s bright and energetic. We love each other. I couldn’t do better.” He wanted to say he could do as good with Connie, but didn’t. 

At the bookstore, Jim was looking over the spines of the sci-fi section when Connie walked up to him and stood looking beautiful and determined, her hands on her hips.

“What do bookstores have besides books?” she asked.

“Well, um, paper and…”

“Magazines! Fashion magazines! You in any?” she said, sounding skeptical. Maybe Jim had been pulling her leg with his weird stories. The modeling part would be a good test. She couldn’t see Jim as a model what with his nerdy thick glasses covering his face. Jim paused, feigning concern. “No?” she said, feeling satisfied.

“Let’s go see,” he said with a smile. With the couple books he had found in hand, he followed Connie’s sexy round butt to the magazine racks. He looked for the thickest fashion magazine he could find, Vogue, and paged through it.

“No way. Vogue?” she said. It was taking him awhile paging through the many ads. He actually knew basically where the ad was, but he enjoyed her skepticism. He liked the way she challenged him. The excitement was making his club thicker in his pants. The suspense couldn’t last forever, so he found the ad and showed it to her. 

The ad was the best they had ever done. It was a breakthrough. A regional bias was pervasive in the fashion world. Everything Victoria had produced before had been for mid-western markets. The ads in Vogue were usually shot by photographers in major market cities like New York, Paris, London, Milan. But here was a Minneapolis production in the glossy pages of the world’s most famous fashion magazine. Not only that, but the image itself was so effective, so seductive, and he knew he helped make it work.  Despite his trepidation about modeling, he was proud of it.

Connie looked at the ad. She looked at Jim basically naked in black and white, a sheet hiding only his genitals, watching a gorgeous model getting dressed.  The model and especially Jim had an intimate just fucked look on their faces. Connie felt a tingle and a sticky dampness between her legs. “Oh man, what a body,” she said to herself. She looked up at Jim, and he saw the warm half smile, the one that had begun their journey, the one that had first made him hard, on her beautiful face again. He nearly melted. “Let’s go,” she said to him, carrying the magazine to the checkout line, the smile gone again. He felt the chafing of his tightened pants as he walked behind her, his club having added an extra inch.

After hitting a couple more stores, carrying several bags between them, Jim said, “I’ve been walking all day. I’m getting pretty tired.”

He could see a cringe on her face, realizing all the shopping was a way to avoid the inevitable. He was going home with her, sleeping in the same apartment with her. “Okay, let’s grab a cab,” she said finally.

“I could find a hotel room if you’d rather…” he said. He crossed his fingers, hidden by his bags. He hoped…

“Nonsense,” she said. He breathed again.

So, in the apartment, sitting on Jane’s bed, listening to the water pour over Connie’s fantastic little body, he still had no idea where he stood with her. Though he was tired, the confusion was giving him a nervous energy. 

Snapping out of his inner turmoil for a moment, he realized the time. He took the phone in hand and dialed Vic. The timing was perfect. He knew it would be.

“Hello darling,” Vic said with a sexy moan.

“You knew it was me?” said Jim. They both knew she never got called that time of night. Not even Jane, who tended to call early in the morning or, when she was particularly perturbed, in the middle of the night. Anything between ten at night until two in the morning was Jim’s time. 

“I hope it’s you,” she said. They laughed. He told her of the trip so far, about Jane and Harry, about Jane’s roommate.

“You fuck her?” Vic asked.

“Who?” He hadn’t told her about Jane and himself the night before.

“Who? Oh no, you didn’t start up with my daughter again?” she said. He could never have kept it from her. But as usual, she wanted to hear all about it. She wasn’t mad. It turned her on, which turned him on.

“Not now, darling. Later. I promise,” he said. “I’m not exactly alone.”

“You had better or I might get jealous and snatch you right out of there.”

“I miss you too,” he said.

“So you’re not alone?”

“Connie, Jane’s roommate’s in the shower,” Jim said, not hearing the shower being shut off.

“So have you fucked her?”

“No,” he said, letting the regret show through, “but I would love to. And I’d love to share her with you. She’s really beautiful and sharp as a tack. I think she’d be lots of fun. But I think she really doesn’t like me. I seem to annoy her. I feel like a big nerd around her, or I think she thinks I’m some big joke of a nerd.”

“Don’t believe it.”

“Hey, I’m not the catch of the century or anything.”

“You are. To me you are. But don’t believe she doesn’t want you. Is she attached?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so, but I don’t know. She didn’t tell me anything about herself, like I don’t deserve to know or something.” He noticed the shower had been shut off and didn’t know when. A nervous shock zapped his heart. “I better go,”

“I love you. Call me tomorrow, and tell me everything.”

“I will. I love you too.”

When he put the phone down he saw Connie standing in the bathroom doorway looking serious as ever with her hands on her hips. She looked absolutely stunning freshly washed in her white terry robe. His heart skipped a beat.

“I’ll give you money for the call.”

“Okay,” she said. “I’m going to bed. There should be enough hot water left if you want to take a shower.” As she passed him she looked down at his club at nearly full size expanding his pants to their maximum. She quickly glanced away and headed to her room. She didn’t want to see how wide her eyes were and hoped the reddening of her cheeks would be seen by him as caused by the shower. 

“Okay, thanks,” he said, smiling at her, which she didn’t return. Was that a moan he heard? It couldn’t be.

After the shower had sent all the grime of the city down the drain, he toweled off and attached the towel around his hips.  Negotiating the living room where Jane lived for something to alleviate his nakedness, he had slept naked most of his late teens, but since learning massage wore a t-shirt and warm up pants to bed which kept his muscles warm during the night, and not having these items available, and not wanting to put on his two day old clothes for sleeping, he hunted through Jane’s clothing drawers. He decided on a pair of pink warm up pants, and so as not to stretch and wreck any more of her clothes than needed, he kept it at that. The warm ups ended just below his knees, but it made him decent. After all he was really an uninvited guest in Connie’s apartment. 

Once the bed side lamp was shut off and he had slipped under the sheets of Jane’s bed, he stared up at the dark ceiling and mulled over the day.  Thoughts of Jane and Vic fluttered through his head and tingled in his cock. The balls feeling the tension of a long hard day so to speak, the cock quickly rose to the occasion, but only reached club stature when Connie came to mind. He slipped his hand under the soft tight material of the warm ups to grasp his club and pull. He had learned how noisy the bed was, so he didn’t go into full mastubatorial mode. Carefully tugging at his hard sensitive flesh, eyes closed, he heard Connie’s muffled voice through her door. 

“Jim,” she said quietly. Soft enough to seem imagined, but Jim must have been attuned to her frequency, because he was positive he heard her. “Come here.” Jim walked to the closed door and opened it carefully, leaning in, the door hiding his club. There was enough light from the street below to illuminate her figure. She was in shadows, but he could make out the half smile on her gorgeous face. “You think you could give me a massage?” she asked. “You’re not too tired?”

He nearly laughed. He could never be too tired to caress her beautiful flesh. “You have any massage oil?”

“What kind of oil?”

“I guess any oil would be okay. Almond oil is best.”

“I have some,” she said excitedly and darted past him into the kitchen. Even though her nightie was loose, meant for comfort not provocation, he loved watching the light weight cloth move around her, clinging to her at various points, subtly revealing her shape. He loved the legs, naked all the way to the feet and toes and naked under the nightie. He watched the shadow play of soft white flesh as the muscles flexed when she walked. His eyes caught the movement of her arms, their soft musculature, and the ovoid ball of flesh at her shoulder. The straps of her nightie seemed to beckon his fingers to slid it off. She handed the bottle of oil to him. She stood before him, leaning on the other side of the door, her breast resting on his hand. looking up at him and smiling. She was painfully beautiful.

“You have a clean towel?” he said.

“What for?” she said, suggesting the answer might be no, which would be fine with him.

“Well, um,” he began, the tip of his club felt her bedroom door through the warm ups. “You have to be naked, except you can cover up parts I’m not massaging.”

“Come here,” she said. He followed her to the side of the bed and knelt down, hiding his physical proof of his interest in her, as she slipped under her sheets. “I don’t need a towel. Is that okay?” He swallowed and nodded.

“You can use the sheet if you want,” he told her as she reached under it to grab the hem of the nightie and pull it over her head. Once she had tossed it onto the floor and was lying back on the bed, it was obvious the sheet wasn’t necessary to her. His eyes were transfixed by the tight motion of her breasts once she had settled back. Her nipples were not high, but they were wide, and the areola was wider than he had ever seen. A paradise of pleasure texture. She kicked the sheet off and lay naked. Her pale soft tummy, her little hill of slightly curled black hair, the gentle curve of her thighs tapering down her perfect legs to her naked little feet were on display for him. He massaged her cheeks and along her eye sockets, her forehead and temples and jaw, with sure but gentle pressure. He felt her relaxation begin. Meanwhile he stared at her incredible body. He was in awe.

He broke the stare to oil up his hands. He began reaching over her to massage her shoulders, but realized he couldn’t give her a good massage that way. There was enough space above her head that he could stand there and work her shoulders and neck while staring at the supple movement of her breasts, firm bubbles of flesh resting taut on her chest sagging just enough to give the lovely curves towards her sides. When he slid his hands under her to slide along her spine, his club was beside her face. She turned her face towards it and opened her eyes. 




Plain Jane & Nerd Jim Grow Up Ch. 05



Smiling, her hand came up and grabbed his club through the tented warm up and pulled on its head. Jim groaned, pushing it against her cheek. She nestled on it, turned her head a little more, and kissed it through the fabric. He moaned again.

“You shouldn’t,” said Jim reluctantly as she continued to pet his thick club. She let go. “Turn over.”

She turned face down. He got some more oil and worked her shoulder a little more. Then he walked around and straddled her. His club hovered between her ass cheeks as he massaged her back. She sighed beneath his fingers. He moved further down to work on her ass. His club was now near her feet. She nudged her ankles lightly against his balls. When one ankle deciphered his hard on, it pushed against it with greater vigor. Her legs parted. He could smell her excitement, and he could see it glimmer subtly between her thighs, dampening dark pussy lips. When he pushed her firm round ass cheeks up with his hands, her nether lips opened more, beckoning him. The odor of her excitement arose from there, and he loved the sweet bouquet. He had to swallow the saliva building in his mouth or he would be dripping out the side like a mad animal. He wanted to drink the intoxicant, slide into the middle of the hill of pleasure with his tongue. And he wanted to massage her, too. To give her something she had never had. To make her feel good. So he continued.

He kneaded the back of her thighs, his fingers sliding ever so close to her pussy. Close enough to feel the damp heat exuding from it. She rubbed his club harder between her feet and moaned. He wasn’t teasing, he was massaging. It took a Superman effort to not slide anything inside her lower mouth opening and closing, beckoning. He kneaded down the leg, behind the shin.

“Turn over,” he said with a swallow. 

Maybe he should cover her up like he did for his two lovely forty year olds at home. To give her his best professional massage, it would help. But when he began sliding the sheet over her legs to eventually cover her up, she said, “No.”

While oiling his hands again, he was transfixed by the small hill rising up at the base of her abdomen, lightly covered with hair. 

He especially enjoyed the next massage, his hands flat on her chest moving slowly back and forth across breasts, feeling the succulent texture of her nipples and large areola. He was glad to work at the side of her. There were enough distractions. When his hands descended away from the nipples, she moved down, trying to keep his hands there.

“Don’t move. Keep your eyes closed. Relax,” he said in a low voice.

“You’re right. Feels better,” she said within a comfortable sigh.

“Shhh,” he said. After circling her tummy, he worked on her arms. The right one meant leaning his groin against her hip. He kept himself from grinding into her there. The left arm began in a position which always played on the edge of seduction. The hand of the person being massaged needed to rest near his groin. He found a way of placing it discreetly away from the club, which often was hard when giving massages, despite the rule against sex. What could he say, he loved massaging women. It turned him on. Connie would have nothing to do with discretion. She searched and found his club, rubbing it softly through the soft stretched fabric, too relaxed to be more vigorous. 

“Take it off,” she said quiet as a whisper. He pulled down the warm ups and off. She slid her hands around the head and down the shaft of his naked club with the gentlest of pressure. “Put some oil on it.” He did so with pleasure. “Mmm,” she said, contentedly stroking his slippery club. “So lovely. So big.”

He moved to her thighs, moving himself away from her fingers. His fingers were sliding dangerously close to her pussy which she opened to him by opening her legs a few inches.. The tips made contact four times, a couple times lingering on the edge of her pussy lips. She moaned with each moment of electric contact. He was teasing her.

His hands moved down across her shin. He was at the foot of the bed, massaging her feet. He couldn’t help it when her left big toe was in his mouth and he was sucking on it as his hands covered the feet with massage and oil. She sent out an elongated moan. Once his fingers replaced his mouth on the big toe, the massage was done.

“I gotta go wash my hands. You don’t move.”

“Mmm,” she said, perfectly calm. Perfectly horny. She watched his magnificent club bounce in front of him as he walked naked out the door. “Hurry back,” she sighed.

He quickly scrubbed off the oil and her dirt and “bad energy” as Dr. Anderson called it which he had taken from her happily. 

She watched his club bounce pointing at her as he returned. She opened her little hand, clutching it in the air, wanting it filled with his cock. He obliged. She held what she could of it and slid her hand up and down slowly, still in the relaxed mode.


“Oh,” he moaned.

“Kiss me,” she said. He leaned down and their lips touched. Hers were incredibly soft and warm. A long lingering kiss ended when she slid her lips along the side of his face until her mouth was at his ear. She suddenly bit down on his earlobe, a love bite. “Fuck me.” Her thighs opened.

He whispered in her ear, “We shouldn’t. I shouldn’t tie sex with massage. My teacher…”

“Fuck me,” she said, licking his ear, her thighs opening wider. She slid her mouth back to his and sucked in his tongue, encircling it with her lips. When she released his tongue, he was vibrating from the passionate need he had for her.  She held his face in her hands, looking deeply into his eyes, revealing the lust in hers. “Fuck me,” she said, her thighs opening even wider. When he moved his face to start kissing her collarbone, working towards those glorious tits, she took his head and as gently as possible redirected it back in front of hers. “Fuck me.”

He climbed between her legs. She still had her hand holding his club and directed the head to her pussy, hot and wet and open. She was so small. The sheath looked like it was not meant to give his club a home. She guided the head inside. He pushed, pushed again, pumping his mammoth rod inside the tightest pussy Jim had ever felt. And it didn’t help any that he was bigger and harder then ever. She was so relaxed she let her pussy expand without resistance to the widest it had been. If it hadn’t been for the massage, she would have struggled against opening up to such a ridiculous width for her poor little pussy to encompass his massive club. God but it felt so good. The way it got all the way deep inside her and was fucking her steady, long strokes hitting all the right places, was too good. When his lips touched her titty and sucked, she melted into a mess of flesh and nerves, the nerves thrilled, the flesh pulsing, muscles and bone gone. His club was pumping inside her with long hard strokes. The strokes shortened and quickened, her panting breath copying the pace. When she was hit full throttle by her orgasm she hugged her legs around his ass and pulled him hard against her and deeper inside her. Moaning long and high, then silence, her insides quivered with the wave of ecstacy. Her juices flowed out along the closed in walls, pouring down her asshole and drowning his balls. Despite several fucks from several men, she had rarely cum, but when she did cum, as she was doing most profoundly, her liquid was quite prodigious.

He began to fuck her hard and fast in the small space provided by the give of her embracing legs on his ass.  With the amount of her cum, the strokes made loud squishy noise. “Oh, oh, oh,” he groaned with each slide inside her depths. He grabbed her hips and pulled her cunny hard onto his cock. “Oh god,” he said, and let loose his seed, which, having been building since early morning and along with her plentiful cum, flooded the nonexistent space of her cunny and flowed over his ball sac and her ass. He lay down, turning her so she was lying on him, his cock still throbbing in counterpoint to her throbs inside her sheath. Each heartbeat of retreat, as his cock softened and shortened, was another post orgasmic thrill for her. She sighed and laughed simultaneously when it finally slid out. He lay on his side, and she curled up on hers with her lovely back and small round ass pressed along his torso.

He suddenly realized he had fucked her without protection. “Vic’s gonna kill me,” he thought. He said to Connie, “You protected?”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said.

Jim didn’t want to worry about it, so he didn’t. “You are trouble aren’t you?”

“What?” she said, stiffening up.

“I promised someone I wouldn’t be with anyone else unless I wore protection.”

“That some one being Victoria, who lets you sleep…with me but within certain…guidelines.” She laughed and shook her head.

“And I have never broken my oath to Dr. Anderson about sex and massage. Which means I can never give you a massage again…unless…”

“Unless you fuck me every time!”

“And only you. You are my exclusive massage fuck. You are trouble but we’ll have to make due.” His big hand gently stroked one long stroke from her mouth, down her neck, along her curvaceous side, across her hips and ass and down her legs to her toes.

Turning her body around in the small bed, looking into his eyes, she began to talk. Finally. About herself. Relaxed, her voice was calm. There was no emotional inflection. The words held all the emotions unto themselves. “I’m sorry I was such a bitch today,” she said, covering his mouth with her little paw. “Shh. Let me speak.” Her eyes glanced down. “I had a bad weekend. I was treated badly. My boss and his son, who I thought I might go out with, but certainly won’t now, treated me like a whore. They didn’t give a shit about who I was, only my body. Both of them. Together. It wasn’t good.

“We were supposed to be working on a case. I’m a paralegal, learning the trade, going to law school at Columbia. You don’t know anything about me, do you?” She laughed. He shook his head. She looked into his eyes and smiled. A generous smile. He smiled generously back. “I’m sorry. I was a bitch. I thought you were such a nerd.”

“I’m used to it,” he said, matter-of-factly, but not really covering the hurt deep inside.

“No. I was stupid.”

“No you’re not.”

“Yes I was. But what is it with those glasses?”

“I like them,” he said.

“But I was attracted. But I was so mad. Mad at all you men. Staring at me like I was there for your display. Using me like an inflatable dummy. Look and feel and nothing else.”

“Sorry.”

“I’m used to it,” she said.

“You are incredibly beautiful,” he said, wondering how she’d take it.

“Thanks. You too. But I didn’t see it. Maybe the glasses. More I was stewing inside and the steam was blinding me. But you are scrumptious. When I saw you sitting in bed tonight nearly naked and without your glasses, I thought my heart would stop. You don’t even know how beautiful you are.” She kissed him. A soul kiss. “I guess what first made me aware was that picture of you in Vogue. I didn’t know what to do. You were turning me on, but I wanted to be mad, to be a bitch, to put up some walls, to keep my desires at bay. How could it be good with it being such a shitty weekend for men. 

“But you know my darling Jim, there you were, this gorgeous man proudly displaying his astonishing… what should we call you?” she said to his cock, slowly expanding to full size. “Vlad! Vlad the Impaler, my very own Dracula.”

“You want me to suck your blood?” he said, amused.

“You can suck anything you want. And Vlad may impale anything he wants. I’m all yours,” she said with a laugh. His fingers slipped between her pussy lips. He stroked her cunny gently, fingertips circling, finding every nuance, as his club was fattening. “Mmm, that feels nice darling, but let’s just snuggle tonight, I don’t even kiss on first dates usually, so I can’t imagine fucking more than once on a first date.” Breaking it as gently as possible that she was saying no to him. She made him aware of how tired he really was. They cuddled. Spooned. And slept.

What a day he was having. Not only did he fuck his ex, and hung out with her, but he met and fucked the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And now he was having the best dream. The beautiful little mouth with its beautiful little tongue was sucking and licking his club. Of course it wasn’t a dream. She looked up at him as he regained consciousness, the head of his club and a few inches of the shaft were in her mouth. She pumped it in and out, then licked all around the tip, the shaft and down to the base. She popped it into her mouth and pumped some more. 

Then she climbed on top and slowly and carefully embedded herself on Vlad. With several pumps she bore down until the club was buried as deep as it could fit in her cunny. He watched her breasts shake as she fucked him. He grabbed her breasts in each of his big hands and pulled and squeezed, pushing his thumbs around her areola and against her nipples. Her breasts were extra sensitive. She was rocking his club deep into her. She was blushing from the pleasure, but also from the exertion. His hands left her breasts, sadly for both of them. They took hold of her ass cheeks, pulling and opening her cunny up more. He took over the fucking, leaving her hands free to tweak her nipples and her clit. His middle finger entered her asshole. He could feel his cock sliding by through the membrane. He lunged into her more and more rapidly until he felt her tense up. The morning light streaming from the bedroom window lit her face and chest as she blushed in orgasm. He pushed deep and held, closing his eyes to further enjoy the twinges the walls of her two sheaths were providing for his cock and finger. 

Suddenly he was lifting her by her hips until she was straddling his face. Her cunny, still in thrall from her orgasm, was pouring out her cum. Nearly drowning in her liquid pleasure, he kissed along the lips of her little cunny and rapidly lunged in and withdrew his tongue over and over again. The tongue licked a circle around the inner gateway to her throbbing hole. Figuring her clit might be too sensitive, he avoided touching it directly, but pushed against the nearby pubic bone with the area below his nose and above his upper lip. She was sent into another orgasm, her head tilted back, groaning her pleasure to the partially lit ceiling.  Though it was another mighty ripple of bliss through her body, it was a quieter flow of cum.

“I want you back inside me,” she said, once her orgasm slowed to a pleasant buzz. He lifted her onto his club again, where it sank deep inside. His club remained still. She hugged his torso and lifted her head. He lifted his upper body. They kissed. Their tongues met and danced a slow slippery dance together. When his eyes opened, they stared into her lovely brown eyes. She smiled, breaking the kiss. “Are you going to cum for me?” 

“I feel like I could be hard for you all morning,” he said.

“Fuck,” she said, lifting her cunny off his cock slowly, memorizing every nuance of his incredible tool. “I have to go to work.” He was the cork in her body, popping out. She slid onto her feet, staring at his club, mesmerized. She broke the stare and looked up at his face. “You stay just the way you are till I get back from work. And we’ll continue.”

“When is that?” he asked.

“Six.”

“Let’s say I resume the position at six. I do have places to go, people to see.” She smiled and nodded, glancing at his club projecting high above the base, leaning towards his head and throbbing. He adjusted himself on the bed and set the club waving at her. 

When she turned towards the bedroom door, she spotted Jane. “Oh my god. Hi.” They both turned scarlet with embarrassment. “How long have you been there? Long enough?”

“Long enough,” Jane breathed quietly. She left Harry too early for a morning fuck. She needed to shower and change and head to work. Not wanting to wake Harry, she wrote a note promising to call at lunch if he was around to plan dinner after work. 

Once inside her apartment, Jane noticed her empty bed and heard the sighs coming from Connie’s bedroom. She looked around to make sure Jim wasn’t somewhere else in the apartment. She figured he had to be in there with Connie. She hoped so. Otherwise when she opened the bedroom door, it could get rude. When she did, she saw all was good. She loved watching Jim’s mighty club bore into Connie’s little holes.  She watched Connie give Jim a blow job, noticing she wasn’t as effective as Jane. She wished it was her lips.

“You got time?” Jane asked Connie as she moved up next to the bed. Connie shrugged, then nodded, unsure, confused and hot. “Let me show you what Jim likes.” She took hold of his club at the root and slid it inside her mouth. She tasted Connie’s juices. “Very nice. Never tasted a girl before except myself.” 

Connie nodded dully. “Thanks,” she managed to say.

“Now watch,” said Jane, and proceeded to pump his club through her lips, against the back of her mouth, and down her throat, and with a total of six plunges inside her mouth, Jim’s club was embedded as deep down her throat as he could reach, her lips touching his pubic hair. She slipped his wet club out of her mouth and masturbated him with her hand.

“I can’t do that,” said Connie.

“He likes it. If you want to, you’ll learn.”

“Take off her panties,” said Jim to Connie. Connie rolled Jane’s tight white panties down her long legs and off. Jane was a little too large for Jim to lift, but he guided her to move over him and straddle his face. She sat her hot dripping cunny onto his mouth and began stroking , licking and sucking his club.  He was soon thrusting deep into her mouth and sucking hard on her clit. 

“I’m cumming,” said Jim, muffled by Connie’s pubic bone and cunny. She understood, and pulled the head of his throbbing cock out of her throat and into her mouth where the club head spurted hot white ropes of cum.  She handed the club head to Connie, whose face was studying carefully nearby. 

Connie tasted his sperm for the first time. A little sticky, a little icky, but she wanted all she could get. Connie wanted this guy. Jim excited the hell out of her. She loved the way he talked, his confidence, his open warmth, but she loved fucking him best. She had found by far the best fuck toy of her life, and she planned to keep it. His character was a definite perk. Lust, however, defined her view of their relationship. She couldn’t love him. Love meant giving herself over to him. But he wouldn’t receive. And he wouldn’t give back. She couldn’t love this man unless he gave himself over to her. If his heart wasn’t somewhere in Minnesota with some pretty middle aged lady, would she want it with her here?

“Suck gently, rub gently,” Jane said before she could say no more. Jim’s tongue and lips were sending Jane over the precipice. “Ooooh. That’s so good,” groaning out her pleasure. His tongue hunted inside her pussy for vibrations in the walls as his lips sipped her nectar. But then she was off him as was Connie.

“Work,” they said and hurried: Jane into the bathroom and Connie into the kitchen. Connie brewed up some coffee while Jane took a quick shower. They traded locations, Jane in the kitchen and Connie in the bathroom, showering. Connie strolled naked through the apartment after her shower, retrieving her coffee Jane had filled and entering her bedroom. Jim’s head was propped up. He smiled, enjoying the incredible view of the most beautiful woman in the world dressing. She gave him a dirty look, saying fuck you for having it easy on a Monday morning. The frown shifted to a smile.

“I can’t wait to see Nick, Mr. Nyblock, my boss. To think I was so scared, more scared than anything, to have to face that snake in the grass. God I just feel so good. He thrives on intimidation, but I’m not scared. I’m happy. He won’t know what to do. I’m going to be so smooth, so on it, so casual, I’m going to blow him away. Six o’clock. Remember. We’ll celebrate.” Connie scurried out the door and was gone. 




Plain Jane & Nerd Jim Grow Up Ch. 05



Clothed in the uniform of the receptionist, pretty and feminine presentable to the outside world, Jane entered the bedroom with a mug of coffee, handing it to him. “Here,” she said with a scowl that turned into a smile. “Good to see you. Gotta go,” she said handing him a spare set of keys, and was out the door seconds later.

*********

“Did I wake you?” said Jim to Vic. She usually answered after one ring or less, but he waited four rings before she answered her phone.

“Doesn’t it figure,” said Vic. “I was waiting for you to call a couple of hours ago, reading, touching myself, you know, getting myself ready.”

“Touching yourself?” He could imagine her nod and her hot, wild smile. “How?”

“It was like I was reading, then I would drift off, thinking of your big strong body and your warm handsome face, and I would press my finger against the crotch of my panties.”

“You still had your panties on?”

“Well at the beginning. I would stop reading and press and rub my panties, close my eyes, imagining you. Then your image would dissolve and I’d start reading again, a little more excited, but still able to read. Then I would close my eyes again and rub. I would imagine you’re undressing for me. Each part of your body becoming naked excited me more. I rubbed harder. Then back to the book. Then when I closed my eyes, I imagined you pulling down your pants, revealing your ass. It mad me hotter. I slid the crotch of my panties out of the way and slid my fingers along my pussy lips.”

“Were you wet?” He pushed his pants down and off. His club was half hard. He carried the wireless phone to the Connie’s room to grab the almond oil and returned to Jane’s bed while she continued.

“Oh yeah, of course, and getting wetter. I imagined you turning around and there was your magnificent chest. I wanted to tweak your nipples, lick and suck your chest. I slid my hand down the neck of my nightie and played with my nipples. My fingers were digging in my pussy, slipping and sliding inside me. I was getting so hot. Then I was back to the reading. It was like I reached a point where you should have called and it was perfect but you didn’t so I just let it go and read. Then I would shut my eyes and I would see you spinning around revealing your cock. I pulled off my panties and pulled my titties and pulled the lips of my cunny. I could just imagine your cock touching my face, slapping my face, rubbing down between my breasts and over my breasts on the nipples and sliding towards my oh so ready pussy. And I was touching myself good. Finger fucking myself. Rubbing my clit. Sucking on my fingers. Rubbing my clit and my nipples.”

By this time they were both masturbating furiously, sighing into the phone. Moaning. “But you didn’t call,” she said as they tapered off. “So I’m reading again, when I realize I have to go to the bathroom something awful. I knew you’d call then. But I couldn’t wait. Besides it wouldn’t matter. Whenever I decided to go, you’d call. And you did.”

“I’m sorry darling.”

“It’s okay darling.” They both closed their eyes and were silent for a moment, washed over by the love they felt emanating from the word, “darling.”

“So let me tell you why I was so late calling.”

“No.”

“No?”

“Tell me at the end. I want to hear about everything. Spare no details.”

He began at the poetry reading. He described his struggle, which wasn’t much of a struggle, to keep out of Jane’s bed. When he described his succumbing to temptation, he heard her breathe faster and harder. She was moaning.

“Just a second darling. Let me take off the nightie,” she said. A couple seconds later she was back. “Okay.”

When he finished describing his and Jane’s reunion fuck, and the fight in the middle, he heard Vic pant heavily into the phone. Her breathing stopped, and when it returned it was a deep “Ooooh.” It was Vic’s first cum of the night. “My macho man,” she said in a quiet sexy voice.

“Was it the fight or the fucking that got you?” he asked.

“Both, I guess.”

“You’re such a pervert.”

“Takes one to know one,” she said with a laugh. “Go on.”

He told her about the picnic. About Harry and Jane. About meeting Connie.

“My little baby was smitten. Is she really beautiful? Better than the models you’re always around? Should I be jealous?”

“It’s like a radiance you can’t take your eyes off of. I mean I like her, but it’s a physical thing. You are the most beautiful person I know and will ever know. But her physical beauty took my breath away. But like I told you last night, I figured I didn’t have a chance.”

“And like I told you last night, don’t count on it.”

“And of course you were right,” he said. He paused. He was reluctant to tell the rest: the sexual massage; the unprotected sex.

“Go on,” she said. So he did. “You had sex with her during a massage? And you used no protection? What is it with her and you? You love her? I know you love me. I’m not worried okay. Not about us.  Was it hypnosis?”

“I guess she’s mesmerizing.”

“I guess. I’m glad at least in one way I won’t see you for a couple months. We can be sure she didn’t infect you. You get tested before I come out, okay.”

“Okay darling. I’m sorry.” 

He continued describing the rest of the night’s sex and the early morning sex. By the time Jane entered the picture they had both reached a high plateau, and when Jane passed his spurting club to Connie, they had simultaneous orgasms, Jim catching his cum in a wash cloth, Vic dripping her essence into the bed, providing a wet spot, a reminder of what she missed when Jim wasn’t there. 

“So what happened after they left?” asked Vic, catching her breath.

He told her about trying to locate a massage table, and having a devil of a time. He called Harry at noon, Harry being a late sleeper. At first Harry was apprehensive, thinking Jim would be pissed at him taking his ex. Jim quickly let him know all was well when he congratulated Harry for finally losing his virginity, and to such a wonderful person. 

“He waited to lose his virginity to Jane?”

“Yep.”

“My little Jane. What a girl.”

“Not so little. Not such a girl.”

“No. Don’t remind me,” Vic said seriously, and waited for a compliment, for Jim to tell her she wasn’t old. He never ever did when she lured him. Never took the bait. She knew he didn’t see her as old, but as his love. She laughed, her eyes tearing up. 

“So I headed downtown. Took the bus. What a city, Vic. I can’t wait to show it to you when you get here. Anyway when I got to Harry’s, we put our heads together. Harry went on the Internet and found a couple mail order possibilities. I’m impatient as you know. I want a massage table like yesterday. So we scanned all the newspapers and finally found one guy selling his portable table. We called him and left a message. He called Harry around four, which was just in time because I was supposed to be here, at Jane’s and Connie’s place, by six, for, well, you know,” he paused. “For continuation.

“So Harry and I headed across town, over to the Village. God I love this town. We paid cash for it. Couple hundred. You should wire me some more money. And we found a great body cream supply store and wonderful health food store which I subscribed Harry and Jane to. And we headed back across town me lugging the table. Hard but happy work. Harry’s apartment is just big enough for the table so we set it up, and I split, leaving him to clean it up. 

“By the time I returned to the apartment here I was a half hour late. I took a taxi, but the road was jammed full. The cabdriver was good, though, and we managed to slip through relatively easily. Remind me to never drive a car in this town. All the honking and the crazy maneuvers. Scared me half to death.” He laughed. “When I got here I was expecting a pissed off Connie. She wasn’t there. So I waited, just like you had to, my darling, and I’m truly sorry. 

“I thought I’d missed her somehow, but didn’t see why she wouldn’t have waited for me. I lay back in her bed and after a couple of hours of just staring off and thinking over our plans, I drifted to sleep. I awoke to a dark room, and glanced at the clock’s illuminated dial. It was midnight. I heard the door close, realizing someone was just getting in. I opened the door, and there was Connie. She looked disheveled, and she was crying. The cause of her disheveled look was revealed by her tense hand dragging fingers through her hair. She apologized profusely and tearfully. I wanted to hug her, but she told me not to touch her, apologizing again with great profusion. She washed her face and entered her room and closed the door. I waited a half hour before peaking. She was breathing steady. Sleeping. So I called you and,” he stopped suddenly. “Oh hi,” he said to a bleary eyed Connie walking towards him.

“What’s that?” asked Vic.

“Connie just woke up,” he said into the phone. Connie walked up to him, kneeled, and began stroking his semi-hard cock, which hardened quick. She was wearing her loose cotton nightie, which Jim thought was the sexiest thing he ever saw. “Oooh,” he said.

“What’s going on?” Vic said excitedly.

“She’s on her knees and, oooh, she’s, oooh, she’s just put her lips on my tip.”

“What’s she wearing.” 

“She’s got this simple little nightie I just love on her. Naked underneath I think. She nodded yes. She’s pushing my cock deeper in her mouth, stroking it and, oooh it’s at the back and oooh my cock is in her throat. It’s choking her. Connie, you don’t have to….Oh god she’s…that’s it, use your tongue to…ooooh, yes…she’s got it down her throat. Now she’s licking it. She’s looking up at me. She’s smiling.  So beautiful. Now, oooh, yes, yes, she’s swallowing me deep inside her throat. She scratching her nose on my pubic hair. Pumping it. Oooh. There’s that smile again as she’s taken it out of her mouth and she’s squeezing her hand up and down. She’s got the oil on her hands, oiling up the already wet cock. Slippery. 

“She threw off her nighty. God what a beautiful body. She’s sitting on my pole. She, she wants it up her ass! Wait, wait, too small” he said to Connie, feeling the incredible resistance of her nether hole. “Grab the oil and pour it on my hand.” Connie obeyed, rising up off of his magnificent club. He guided her across his lap as if he was going to spank her. 

“Beautiful, her ass is so beautiful, Vic. I’ve got to…” he paused long enough to kiss her ass cheeks and slide his tongue around the rim and inside the puckered hole. “I had to have a taste. I’m sliding my oily fingers inside her. Can you hear, Vic? Can you hear her groan. I’m stroking inside. Two fingers now. She’s loosening up. She’s still so tight. I can’t wait. Three fingers. Fuck. Loose enough. Get back on Connie. 

“Oooh! I’m slipping inside her ass. It’s so fucking tight and hot. I can feel everything down there. I’m sliding it in and out and in and out and…Too good. You gotta hear her moans now. She’s got my hand in hers and we’re, I’m, we’re inside her cunny. Our fingers sliding together inside. She’s pulling and twisting her nipple. Hard. I’m all the way inside her ass. Oh god it’s so fucking….good. Oh god. Oh god. I can feel my cock through her cunt. Oh it’s too…oh it’s good. Oh Connie. Connie. Oh Vic I’m gonna cum. Cum with me Vic. Cum with me Connie. She’s rubbing her clit so hard. She’s stiffening up. Oh. Fuck. Yes,” he said in finality as his club poured forth his pleasure liquid deep as possible inside her asshole. Connie’s breath came out like a whoosh when she exploded, her cum washing over his hand. 

“Oh. Oh my god,” said Vic as she was cumming. “You’ve just made a voyeur very happy,” she panted. Connie, having leaned her beautiful face, hot against the cool phone and against Jim’s face, could hear Vic’s orgasm. She kissed Jim, pressing her lips hard against his. “You probably want to go. Call me Friday, okay? I’ll trust you until then. I love you darling. I miss you. I know you do too. Say bye to Connie, the vixen. Can’t wait to meet her.” Vic hung up. Connie and Jim continued their kiss, Connie taking the phone away from Jim and dropping it onto the bed.

“Gotta go to the bathroom,” Connie said, breaking the kiss regretfully.  She hopped off naked into the bathroom, Jim watching the movement of her lovely round tusch. Left alone, he took a deep breath. “Wow,” he said to himself.

Once she had finished she pulled him in and washed his softened cock of her back door detritus. Then she led him into her bedroom. He lay down on his back and she lay across him.

“Did you get my message?” she said. He shook his head. “On the message machine.”

“I didn’t want to listen in on your messages.”

“Shit. I’m so fucking goddamned sorry, Jim. I want you to know something. It may not seem like it the way I fucked up tonight but I really want you. I want you in my life. I mean, I’ve had experience. I’ve had a few partners. But you know you’ve taken me two ways I’ve never had before. I never needed anyone to penetrate me anywhere and everywhere until I met you. I never imagined wanting anyone the places I want you. I surrendered my ass to you and my throat. I promise you anything. I’ll keep my promise. Don’t hate me. I need you.

“But let me try to explain what happened. Today was a glorious day. I was so on. I mean I was drifting in a cloud, but it only helped. I was so cool, not nervous at all when I presented the case to my boss and the rest of the partners. They were impressed. They let me sit in on the meeting between client and adversary and used my notes verbatim to get an incredible settlement. I felt brilliant. So my boss wanted to take me out to dinner to celebrate. I was reluctant, but figured it was part of the deal, a completion. 

“So he took me out to dinner, which was wonderful. Very delicious. Very chic. Then we went to a nightclub and had a couple drinks. After the wine at dinner, we were both pretty loose. He asked me to dance, and we bopped together. A slow song came on and we slow danced. I felt his hard-on rubbing my tummy. Figuring it was natural, I let it go. It turned me on only when I flashed on Vlad here,” she said, gently picking up his club and sliding her little hand all the way up and down. “But when we sat down he scooted his chair close to mine. I felt his hand on my thigh, heavy as a lead weight. I pushed it aside, visions of sexual harassment charges in my head. I pushed his hand off, but it soon returned, moving closer to its final destination. I tried pushing it away, but he persisted. His fingers touched my vulva through my panties. When he placed my hand into his lap, I whispered to him as sexy as I could I needed to use the little girl’s room. All cute and shit, you know. I was fucking pissed, hiding my true feelings the best I could. I got up and headed to the toilet, detouring through the entrance where I got a cab and came home. So when I got home I was mad at the whole fucking male world, again by the hands of my fucking boss and again sending it straight at you. I’m sorry I’ve been such a bitch to you. I don’t want to be. I won’t be. I promise.”

“You’re defensive. I don’t blame you. You are beautiful. The most beautiful woman I have ever met. Men must come on to you in all sorts of ways I can’t even imagine, and all the time. Because I’ve never seen you not being beautiful. But beauty comes from your heart as much as your face. You couldn’t be so radiant if you weren’t real. At least not to me. I only expect honesty from anyone I meet, and honesty’s what I get from you. I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

“I’m glad you’re here. Don’t leave me,” she said softly as she hugged his big torso. They lay together comfortable as old spouses, and drifted off to sleep.

*********

Before Jim had gotten back from his excursion to Harry’s to pick up the massage table, Jane stopped off at her place to shower and change. Quick as possible without being thorough, she was clothed in her prettiest blouse and her prettiest skirt. She grabbed her poems and headed downtown.

When they talked during her coffee break (she couldn’t wait until lunch to talk) Harry told her to meet him on the corner of Sixth Street and Second Avenue. It was exactly six o’clock when she arrived, Harry waiting.

“Wow, right on time,” he said. She kissed him. They embraced and kissed deeply right in the middle of the corner sidewalk. 

“I don’t like to wait. I wouldn’t make you wait. It’s disrespectful.”

“You’re so sweet,” Harry said as he took her hand and dragged her down Sixth.

They ended up stepping into a good cheap basement Indian restaurant which Harry was proud to show her. A practical man with good taste. What a guy. It was kind of romantic in an oriental, other world sort of way. Jane loved it, and thanked Harry profusely when the dinner was over. He was happy she was pleased. 

It had been a quiet dinner. Neither said anything. They didn’t touch each other. They glanced inside each other’s eyes. She took off his glasses for a couple minutes, staring deeper inside him, before replacing them on his nose.  Most of the time they didn’t stare. Looking into each other’s eyes was one glance. Otherwise they looked at their dinner or scanned the interior of the restaurant. When their eyes met, they smiled. Many happy encounters.

As they walked back to Harry’s apartment, Jane noticed the slight hobble of Harry’s walk. She quickly solved the problem. She reached down and caressed the lump formed down his thigh. Right in the middle of the sidewalk. They laughed. Jane let go, leaving Harry smiling and strutting his cock proudly. Strutting so much he was leaving her behind. She soon caught up and gave him a playful punch.

“Ow,” he said.

“You were walking too fast,” said Jane.

“Sorry,” he said but continued his speed. Jane kept up. She found the tempo actually good. Strenuous. It got her blood flowing, the oxygen flowing. 

By the time they reached Harry’s apartment they were winded, Jane more so than Harry. Harry embraced her and kissed her. His hands rubbed up and down her long soft torso. His tongue dancing with hers broke through her resistance. Thoughts of being too sweaty were quickly forgotten. She hugged and kissed and rubbed him right back. 

They desperately pulled off each others clothes and were soon naked and still hugging in the middle of the room, their bodies rubbing against each other. Kissing his neck below his ear, she took in the powerful scent of his body. It threw her over completely into a state of pure lust. Along with his intoxicating odor was the trace of ginger and even garlic of the curry, which gave the atmosphere an exotic mystifying air. She thought she could taste it in his cum, so she got down on her knees and sucked him.

The first taste of his precum encouraged her. She speared his cock into her mouth and gradually down her throat. She played with his balls, grasped him at the base of his spear and rubbed. She did everything to get him to cum. 

He began to wobble on his feet, thrusting at a slower rate than Jane’s sucking. “I’m going to…” he said, and she gave a little more of herself to his orgasm. He nearly fell when his cock gushed forth its cum into her mouth. She swallowed and tasted it and was happy. Not bad.

She nearly had to carry him to bed. But once they made it, he guided her onto her back. He crawled between her knees and began licking her sweaty thighs.  “Delicious,” he said. Licking up to her pussy, he tasted her nectar, her excitement, luxuriating in the pungency. His tongue entered her. “Even better,” he concluded.

His strong tongue lapped along her labia. It slid deeper, exploring the cove beyond its mouth. He heard her sighs escalate when he touched the upper front of her interior. He played his tongue there as he pressed his nose against her clit. His finger replaced his tongue inside her. It played along her labia, then fucked her deeper than his tongue could, and then stroked her g-spot. His tongue and lips stroked and sucked on her clit. Her ass rose and fell on the bed. Her sighs were moans. She was near. His spear had regained its proud length. He crawled up until his spear was at his sheath. He shoved it in. Her moans were full bore. “Oh god Harry yes!” she exclaimed.




Plain Jane & Nerd Jim Grow Up Ch. 06



Over the next two months, the massage therapy and training had gone exceptionally well. As expected, Jane had returned to her sleek, self-confident self. First Jim, and then a happy Harry smoothed away her tension points and let her relax and stretch out. Harry proved to be not as talented a masseur as Jim or Dr. Anderson, but Jane found his massage effective, and Jim could see the results. They all four got into the diet, exercise and stretching Dr. Anderson had prescribed. They were all in fact as healthy and gorgeous as they had ever been.  When fellow dancers in the modern dance company she had rejoined, both male and female, noticed her improvement, and how could they not, Jim found himself steady work as a massage therapist, albeit unlicensed in New York. They paid him surprisingly well, and the family of some of the wealthy young dancers were becoming clients as well. 

The only sexual massages would be with Connie. She was sure she was the only one Joe massaged where the massage and sex were involved together, and that helped assuage any jealousy she might have at him touching all those beautiful bodies. When Jim was training Harry, he would let Harry work on Connie those times when she was around. He wanted her to feel what the real massage was about. He noticed Harry's hard on when he worked on that exquisite body, and it always made him smile. Connie still insisted Jim's massage was much more therapeutic, but made it clear he shouldn't get any ideas for using his particular technique on her with anyone else.

"I won't," he said as he fucked her into another blissful climax.

In order for Jim to provide massages to his new clients and to Connie in private he needed another table. By the end of the first month of Jim's stay in New York, a permanent table had been custom built in Woodstock. Connie was the one who figured out what he needed to do. She had told Jim Woodstock was the most likely place to find the right carpenter to construct what he wanted. 

A couple of Saturdays after they had met, they took off upstate to a friend of hers. An old boyfriend. In more ways then one. He was ten years older. They had had an affair, he being married. He was still married, and his wife wasn't around that weekend.

Eric was a good looking man. Short and well put together physically, neither thin nor stout, with a pleasant handsome face. Jim could see Eric and Connie made a lovely couple. He noticed they had an attraction for each other still, especially Eric. Eric had done good business with the local real estate, eventually broadening his base all around the Hudson Valley. His wife was a potter, and a very good one as could be seen by the many pots beautifully displayed all through the lovely simple two story rural house they lived in. She was off hocking her wares at another arts and crafts festival, a common event in the summer. So being so available at that moment in time only excited Eric more. 

Being a long time resident of Woodstock proved immensely helpful. He knew a great carpenter, not a friend, but a person who had crafted some magnificent furniture, the best Eric had ever seen. Eric took Jim and Connie to Don's studio, and they could see what he meant. There was great care taken with every detail of his tables and chairs and benches. The wood was beautifully stained and had great grain. The furniture was simple and utilitarian but had a grace to the shaping, a soft flow. Jim wasn't looking for a great piece of furniture. Pure practicality was more what he had envisioned. He thought differently once he'd encountered Don's work. And, by and large, cost wasn't a factor. 

Being a tough old cuss, Don's reluctance was clear. Jim described what he needed, providing a sketch showing dimensions. The hole in the top part of the table for the head. The padding needed. Adjustable heights. Storage space below. Don's gruffness never cut Jim off, which encouraged Jim. By the end of Jim's description, Don was giving him a half shake of the head. Still no, but with a maybe in there somewhere.

"What would it take to convince you to do it?"

"Two thousand five hundred."

"Wow," said Eric and Connie simultaneously. They looked at each other and shared a sexy smile.

"I want it in a week."

"Two weeks and three thousand," Don said gruffly, studying the drawing.

"Deal." They shook. Don's hand was bigger and by far rougher than Jim's big hand, and Jim could feel the older man's strength, but it was a gentle shake. "Do you have a phone?"

When Don guided him into his house, the gruffness was gone, and a kindness twinkled in his eyes. Jim called Vic with the news. She was happy to cable the money. Don wasn't sure where to cable it, so Jim sat the phone down to talk to Eric, still in the studio. He saw Eric pawing Connie's ass as they separated from a kiss.  Jim was instantly hard. Eric was surprised and embarrassed, but when Connie noticed the bulge, she smiled at Jim and pinched Eric's ass.

"Uh, do you know a Western Union in town," asked Jim, looking more at Connie than Eric, revealing his sudden sexual intoxication.

"Yeah, the same building as my shop there's a travel agency that's got Western Union." Eric went through his wallet and found the business card.

"Could you tell my, uh, partner on the phone?" said Jim, and watched him enter Don's home. Why didn't he say girlfriend or lover. She was his partner. It wasn't exactly a euphemism. Still, the other words might have encouraged him to continue playing with Connie.

"Jealous?" Connie asked, stroking Jim's club, rising up on her toes to kiss him. "Or something else."

"A little of both," he said between kisses. "Mostly something else." The second kiss was more lustful as she jumped into his hands holding her ass. His hands pushed her cunny against his club and rubbed there. 

"I'm so fucking horny," she whispered into his ear.

"Me too," he said. He let her down gently. She pinched his cock through his pants. He was on full display and didn't care, which always stirred her up more.

Driving back to Eric's house, Connie sat between the two men. While tormenting Jim's cock as subtly as possible, she would brush her arm across Eric's leg, touching his inner thigh as delicately as a wind gust. Jim knew she was giving as much of a thrill to Eric as he was getting and with similar results. 

Once inside, she told Eric, "Why don't you take the first shower. Jim and I need to talk." She brought Jim up to the guest room, which shared a narrow wall with Eric's bedroom. The sleeping arrangements had officially left Jim downstairs on the sofa with Connie occupying the single bed in the guest room which unfortunately was too narrow for the two of them. While Eric showered, Connie unzipped Jim's massive club, releasing it from its painful confines, and slowly took it into her mouth. 

"You want to watch, don't you, my perverted love," she said between sucks. "you want to watch me fuck Eric."

Nodding, Jim said, "Take off your panties."

Removing them, she kept her lips moving up and down on his cock. She took his cock into her throat. He lifted her hips while lying back so that her legs straddled his face and her already flowing pussy pushed onto his mouth. His mouth felt so good on her pussy, but she stopped him.

"I want you to cum in my pussy, darling. I want to cum when he mixes his with yours. And then when you suck all that nasty sticky liquid out of me, his and yours and mine." Her words were making him even harder. She stuck his club, her Vlad back down her throat, pumping it until he was nearly at the breaking point.

"I'm going to cum," Jim groaned.

"Wait." She reversed positions and impaled her cunny on his club. "Take me Vlad." Just a few fast hard strokes and, with a long deep moan, Jim was cumming hard. "Shh, I think he's done with his shower. Good timing, darling."  Quieting the moan, she kissed his lips.

"You make him wear a rubber, darling," Jim said.

"You're no fun."

"Make him eat you out."

"Okay, pervert," she said. Her ass lifted up and down slowly and gently, feeling his still hard club slide inside its sheath. She was tempted to stay and cum with Jim. But Jim wanted the voyeur act. That excited her more than her own feelings about fucking Eric. Quietly fucking next to his room, they heard Eric enter it. She slipped off Jim's magnificent pole, tossed on a sexy black teddy she pulled from her overnight bag, revealing her previous planning for this very event, and strolled voluptuously into Eric's room. 

The bedroom, unlike the guest room, was impressive. The bed was king sized and there was still space for drawers and a lovely old vanity and big closets and an armchair and lamp. Letting the towel drop from around his waist once he saw the erotic image of Connie, Eric was naked and semi hard standing in the middle of the room by the armchair. She knelt before him. While kneeling, she pushed the back of her foot into her cunny to prevent too much leakage and to stimulate her as well. She was soon pushing his full thick fairly long cock down her throat. "You've gotten so good," Eric moaned. "The best."

"Had a good teacher and a most willing subject," she said between sucks. His balls were expanding with seminal fluid, threatening to burst. "Not yet." She bounced his cock. 

She lay down on the bed, her legs spread wide. "Lick me Eric. Lick out my juices." He did, sucking in her nectar along with Jim's cum. Tasting the odd bitter taste stopped him for a second. She was having none of that, forcing her cunny onto his mouth. He lapped her up and nibbled on her clit. She was moaning, breathing hard and fast. "Oh god, that's good, that's so good."

Before it went too far, she said, "Got any rubbers?" He got out of bed, his cock bouncing up and down as he retrieved a rubber and handed it to her. Turning herself around and wiggling her ass and cunny at his face as he lay back on the bed, he licked her labia while she rolled the rubber over his cock. She turned back again, kissing him as she slowly lowered herself onto his cock. 

Despite the latex wall, he loved feeling her hot wet cunny surrounding his cock. He loved looking up at her as she concentrated on fucking him. She was incredibly beautiful. 

"You have any oil or KY or anything," she asked mid fuck. 

"In my wife's drawer," he said with a swallow. His wife. What a cad. He looked up at Connie. All was well.

"Jim?" asked Connie. Jim had entered the room at the beginning of the fuck. He retrieved the KY jelly and applied it to her asshole. He slipped one, two, three fingers inside her narrowest passage, keeping his fingers still, letting her fucking movements on Eric determine the fucking of his fingers. Once opened up enough, he crawled on the bed. She stopped moving to let him slide inside her. Four strokes later, he was in all the way. Jim's ass fucking guided her movement on Eric. Jim's powerful club was lifting her up and down, faster and faster. Groans of three people filled the room. Jim had never felt another cock, and Eric's was sliding just through a membrane. He couldn't believe how thrilling it felt inside her. Eric was getting into the act, fucking rapidly from beneath as Jim's club sent long hard strokes inside her. 

Eric froze, pulling Connie down hard on him as he was cumming, sending Connie gasping into her own long awaited orgasm. After two more powerful thrusts amidst the twitching and contracting and convulsing and ejaculating his club was letting him feel, Jim jammed himself deep and was cumming as well. His orgasm was so overwhelming he nearly passed out. They were all at full moan, but Connie's elongated "Ooooooh," was the loudest. 

They collapsed, resulting in Connie between the two men, her face towards Eric and her back towards Jim. She rubbed her ass cheeks against Jim's deflating manhood. Jim hugged her to him and played with her nipples. She turned her head around so they could touch tongues and kiss lovingly. The kiss ended and moments later they all receded into sleep.

Two weeks later Jim and Connie were back in Upstate New York, stepping into Don's studio with Eric. And Miranda, Eric's wife. A couple of rugged looking brothers were there, too. They were moving the table. The frame being made of maple, and with two arcs of brass supporting it on the sides, fashioned ingeniously to make height adjustments possible, and even with the pine bed, the table was a heavy piece of furniture. The Grianto Brothers were up to the task. They loaded it into their flat bed truck and drove off to New York City where Harry and Jane were awaiting their arrival at Harry's apartment. 

Jim was happy. The table was a pleasant vision and so was Eric's wife. She was a little taller than Eric, slender, pretty. Her wispy dirty blonde hair was cut short. Her cotton summer dress was worn as if she were in her usual t shirt and jeans. The dress though showed off the subtle curves of her body, her small firm high breasts and her narrow hips and her lovely peach shaped ass. Her movements were boyish more than girlish. She had a direct, honest presence, an outdoor, rural, warm and gregarious demeanor. 

Connie had the plans set. She talked to Eric over the phone. He was a little nervous about having Connie stay in the house in Miranda's presence. He didn't tell her about his nervousness, but she had anticipated it. She told him to spend the day seducing his wife, doing everything he could to turn her on, to intensify her need, to make her almost cum as often as possible before Connie and Jim arrived. Cook up dinner for the four of them and make it romantic, candlelight, lots of wine. 

When the four got back to Eric and Miranda's house, Eric shooed them out to prepare his feast. In the yard behind the house was a large wooden shack. Miranda led Jim and Connie inside. It was her pottery studio. Unfinished pots surrounded them, waiting for the kiln off towards the back to gain their gleam. In the center was her wheel and stool, clay and a bucket of water.

Miranda gave a full tour of the facilities, Connie asking many questions. What got Jim hard was the way Miranda looked at Connie. Jim could tell Miranda wanted his beautiful little vixen. He could see her awe when she looked at Connie's face. He spotted the sly pleasure she took studying Connie's stunning, sexy body. And her glances his way were warming up when she spotted his club. The wonderful day was looking to be a thrilling night.

"Show us how you make a pot," said Connie excitedly.

"Eric will kill me if I...What the fuck.," said Miranda as she hiked up her dress, plopped some clay on the wheel and sat wide legged on her stool. Connie and Jim sat across from her on the floor. Jim enjoyed the view of her strong thighs and he could see her white panties hiding her pussy. He saw the light of the room sparkle off the dampness of her loins, her nectar seeping through the crotch of her panties. When he looked up at her, she gave him a sexy smile. He had been found out. He gave her smile back, neither embarrassed nor leering, just warm. 

She got into shaping the piece of clay into a bowl, dabbing her fingers occasionally in the water, which was white with sediment. 

Connie was rocking back and forth with excitement. She was making Jim even more horny. He wanted her rocking on top of his lap, his cock embedded inside. When the clay became clearly a bowl, Connie said to Miranda, "Let me try." Miranda smashed up her work to return it to a lump and added some more clay. "You didn't have to..."

"It takes time to create a plate. I was just playing. Go ahead," said Miranda. Connie took her place on the stool. Miranda showed her how to spin the table and how to form the clay. It was hands on instruction. Jim could see the amount of pleasure she took from each touch. Once Connie got a basic handle on forming the clay, Miranda kept close, rubbing herself subtly against Connie's back. 

Connie was thus made aware of Miranda's attraction. She had never been with another woman sexually. She stiffened up a moment, sitting straight on her stool. Looking at Jim, though, she realized she was being silly. Jim was glazed, in a state of arousal. His legs were spread out on the floor to give the most room to his rising cock. She wanted to unzip, and open it up and give it a lick. Why couldn't she? Propriety. She worked on the clay, proving her ineptness at it.

"It takes practice," said Miranda hotly into Connie's ear. "I'd love to teach you. You seem interested."

"I'd love to throw pots," Connie said unsteadily, not used to being seduced by another woman, or at least not when she felt she couldn't snub the seduction. 

"Center it more and go slower," said Miranda when Connie's creation flayed apart. Her hands held Connie's in the cold soft clay, and she guided the shaping. 

"Oh, okay," Connie smiled. She worked it without Miranda's guidance. She was having some success. "Honey, you want to try?"

When Jim took over, Miranda was not touching. He had seen and heard her instructions so he felt he could tackle it. It soon tackled him. The shape he had in mind was nothing like the mess he was making with his hands. 

They heard the sound of a triangle being rung, a very pretty addition to the atmosphere along with the purpling air at dusk and the rolling hills filled with green flora and brown and white flashes of life, a rabbit rushing off, a deer shaking her tail. Dinnertime in Woodstock. They were filthy.

"Eric's gonna kill me," said Miranda. She was having fun with it. They walked into the house.

Eric looked at the three of them and laughed.

"It will keep. You guys shower," he said.

Jim was the last to shower. He did what he could to clean up the mess they had left, but he was too anxious to continue the evening's festivities to be thorough. He slipped his warm ups over his hard cock, and added nothing else to the wardrobe. He joined the feast, Connie waiting for him in his favorite nightie and Miranda looking scrumptious in warm ups and a t shirt, both a little too small on her. The t shirt pressed against her breasts, revealing how hard her nipples were. Jim briefly shut his eyes, envisioning the nipples and the large sensitive areola between his lips, tickled by his tongue.

"I feel a little overdressed," said Eric in his casual slacks and Izod pullover shirt. 

"You look good, Eric and so does the food," said Miranda. 

"Just a trick of the candles," he said modestly in reference to the three candles being the only light on the table and night cloaking the colorful haze at sunset. A modest statement because the food not only smelled wonderful, it tasted good too. And the wine fit perfectly. The bottle was emptied by the end of the meal. 

They chatted for awhile, until Connie's beautiful face expanded in a yawn which proved infectious. "Been a long day," she said. "Come on Jim," taking his hand and leading him up the stairs. 

Before they reached the top step, Jim stole under the hem of her nightie and began sliding his tongue up her inner thigh. She glanced down to see if they could be spotted. Propriety at the moment still reigned. They were out of sight. He slid his tongue inside her hot wet hole. She moaned. Her breath quickened as his tongue fucked her, first at the base of her pussy, taking quick side trips to her asshole. He continued sliding it in and out, moving towards the crest of her cunny lips and along her clit. She had kept the volume down, but when he touched her throbbing hard little piece of flesh, she let out a loud moan. She somehow quieted her moans, but her pleasure continued to build.

"Fuck me darling. Fuck me right here," she breathed out through her sighs.

"Cum for me Connie. I want to taste your cum," he said between licks, then attacked her full force with all the speed and energy he could command to send her over. She was getting awfully loud, which he allowed for as long as he could, tasting her cream pouring out of her, before swallowing her moans with his mouth, kissing her mouth, letting her taste her own cum, lifting her up and into the guest room. 




Plain Jane & Nerd Jim Grow Up Ch. 06



He shut the door, dropped her on the bed, ripped off his warm ups and sunk his club into its tight sheath with one fell swoop. Superman returns. "Oooh Oooh Oooh" she repeated with each thrilling thrust, quickly rising into another incredible orgasm, bringing Jim with her, pumping his spunk deep inside. Liquid pleasure from him and her puddled in the middle of the narrow bed. 

The pulsing throbbing thrills quieted to the point where they were conscious of other things. They had put sex loudly into the house. They needed to see its effect. They crept out of the guest room and slunk down the stairs until they could see Eric and Miranda. Success.

The two hosts hadn't even gotten the table cleared before they were in full embrace. Their kiss was full of tongue. Miranda's pussy was pushed against Eric's loins. He was holding her ass as it sat on the edge of the dinner table, pushing her against him. Their hips lunged in synchrony. 

Watching, Jim reached into the neck of the nightie and cupped Connie's breasts before pinching and twisting and pulling her nipples. Her fingers played with his balls, gently bouncing and pressing and tickling them. Their faces pressed together tight enough so that their tongues met in front of their mouths. 

Eric whispered into Miranda's ear. They eased off the dry humping and started moving towards the stairs. Jim and Connie scrambled into the guest room to keep from being detected  

Once the guest room door was closed, they continued their love making. Connie tossed off her nightie, joining him in nakedness.  Jim got into his day pack for the tube of KY. She grabbed it from him. Squeezing out a good sized length, she took hold of his great sized length and coated it with the jelly. Her firm strokes, using both hands caused a deep moan from Jim to echo through the small room. She rubbed the firm slippery tip of his club against her soft tummy. He sat and she sat in his lap. His cock still in her hands, she lifted her ass off his lap and placed the tip against her hungry cunny and guided it inside. It slowly sank into her as deep as it could go, completely filling its sheath. 

"Oh god yeah you feel so fucking good!" she said loudly as his cock was plunging inside. Then, except for their panting they didn't move, listening to next door. Silence. Jim moved a little, causing an "Oooh," to pour out of Connie. He put some KY in his hands. He smeared it around her puckered back hole, then slid a finger inside. Still embedded deep in her cunny, he kept his club moving as little as possible. All motion was in his finger and then the two fingers and soon the three fingers he was pumping in and out of her asshole. Her panting was getting noisy again. When her breathing quieted enough, they could hear the moans and the shaking bed next door. He carefully turned her around, pivoting on his well embedded cock. She straddled him. He held her by her ass cheeks, a finger lingering at her opened back door. Her strong little legs held tightly around his waist as he walked her out of the guest room.

Entering the large bedroom, they could see Miranda and Eric having an exquisite love fuck. Miranda was on her back, spread out before Eric. Eric was thrusting forcefully inside her, his hands holding him up pressed down on her hands spread way open. When Jim sat on the armchair, he bounced his club deep into Connie's sheath for a couple strokes, deep because of the act of sitting was a big bounce in itself.

Connie lifted herself off his cock and turned around on his lap. She placed her opened up bung hole above the purple tip of the throbbing, impossibly engorged club and lowered down. He pulled and stretched her nipples as she held his thighs and lowered her narrow passage over the head of his cock. There was no room. He slipped the massive head through the tight ring of muscle and was in. He was as hard and thick as he had ever been fucking the most beautiful woman in the world in her incredibly tight asshole and watching a profound love and intense lust fuck.. 

Through glazed eyes, Miranda watched Connie being fucked up the ass. The vision of Connie's beautiful face blushing with pleasure and Connie's plump breasts being fondled by Jim and then let go to bounce didn't quite send her over. The exquisite madness of her plateau of pleasure just got more exquisite and mad. The bedroom shook with the resonance of four voices moaning. Eric stroked her just right and her eyes closed briefly to fully feel the friction. Her eyes opened and stared at Connie's pussy being stroked by Jim's big long and strong fingers. 

"Come here, Connie," Miranda said with difficulty. Eric was on his knees shoving in his cock deeply. Jim somehow lifted Connie, his cock still well settled deep inside her anus, so she draped across Miranda's chest and face, her ass stuck high up so Jim could fuck it. Miranda took hold of the breast resting nearest her mouth and pulled areola and nipple to her lips and sucked and nibbled. The thrill, connecting with the thrills at her asshole and Jim's finger ministrations on her cunny and especially her clit shocked Connie into cumming. Pulses of pleasure met at the center of her abdomen and rippled throughout her body. Miranda felt Connie freeze while Jim felt the tightening and shivering muscles inside her asshole and the love juice pouring over his fingers. 

Jim could tell Miranda wanted a taste of Connie's overflowing pussy the way her eyes expanded and her tongue wetted her lips. He popped out of Connie's pulsating asshole and lifted her carefully to straddle Miranda's face. When Miranda licked her labia, orgasmic bliss shivered through Connie, and she let loose more of her lusty nectar. Miranda drank and inhaled, licking the entrance walls of the flowing cavern. She was nearing a concussion bomb of an orgasmic explosion, when her husband let her know, "I'm going to cum!"

"Wait, wait," Miranda said easing off Connie's swollen little pussy.  "Stick it in her."

"Just a second," said a wholly excited Jim who retrieved the rubber and KY from Miranda's drawer. Miranda had a shock of jealousy, realizing the three had shared the bed before. Connie's dripping pussy distracted her back to the evening's ecstacy.  Jealousy would wait.

She licked and sucked Connie's pussy and clit while Jim slipped a condom over Eric's rigid cock. He rubbed the jelly with an up and down motion, feeling another man's cock for the first time. He was so turned on he was fascinated. He stroked Eric's cock a couple times. His hands slipped over Connie's pussy and ass and lifted up so the tip of Eric's sword could enter the back door sheath he had made. Eric slipped in easy.  He was pumping hard and getting deep until he was slapping his thighs against Connie's lovely round ass.

Miranda turned around under the two until her head was under Connie's empty cunny. Embracing her arms around Connie's lower back she lifted her thirsty mouth up and slithered her tongue along the labia and inside. When Eric slammed his sword to full depth, his balls bounced on his wife's forehead. Jim stood over them masturbating. However Miranda's long wide red chasm beckoned to be filled. He slipped on a rubber. Taking hold of her hips, he angled his club at the entrance and pushed it inside, filling her pussy fuller than it had ever been before. It was the most room he had enjoyed inside a new pussy, but he still needed to excavate some more for his club. She was humming her moan on Connie's clit. 

Only a few strokes later, Jim could feel the palpitations inside Miranda. It was all he needed. He pummeled her with fast out of control jabs before pushing deep inside. He let go of Miranda's hips to hold both of Connie's breasts in his two hands while he kissing her, crushing his lips on hers. Leaning back from the kiss, their tongues touched for an electric moment. Mouths still touching, they both gasped their moans inside each other. Eric stopped pumping and was pushing his meat as deep and hard as he could inside Connie's anus, holding her tight against him. They were all cumming at once.

They lay back together on the king sized bed. Miranda gently stroked Connie's breast, investigating its elasticity. "You guys fucked before," she said. Silence. "That's fucked, Eric, but since I want her, too, the little vixen, I'll have to forgive you." She took Connie's breast in her mouth and licked the nipple and pinched it between her lips.

"I never knew you liked girls," said Eric.

"Mmm, Hmm," she said, her mouth full.

"So you've cheated..."

"Only the really seductive ones win my lust. My god you're beautiful," said Miranda to Connie, before sucking and biting her nipple.

They made future plans, looking forward to the next orgy. The pretext was Connie's training as a potter. Connie only agreed if Jim accompanied her. She liked Miranda, but wasn't interested in her sexually except in relationship to Jim and how much he obviously loved to watch her being loved by Miranda. That turned her on.



Plain Jane & Nerd Jim Grow Up Ch. 07



During the two months before Jane's mother arrived, the two sets of lovers, Jim and Connie and Jane and Harry learned each others pleasures. Jim and Connie would sleep together every other day, her bed being a little narrow for them to always sleep together. Those sleeping together days they would enjoy each other's bodies from head to toe. Early on Jim noticed the pattern of fucking was the same as the one he had with Kathleen, the woman who had devirginized him years ago. Similar petite bodies. Similar inexhaustible passion. And he was in lust more than in love with Connie like he had been with Kathleen. Maybe more love and affection was felt towards Connie. It was by far a longer and definitely a deeper relationship. But the crucial differences between his relationship with Kathleen and Connie were two fold. He absolutely adored looking at Connie's breathtaking beauty. And, most importantly, Connie was obviously in love with him. 

Harry and Jane slept together every night. They made love almost every night. It was as if Harry was making up for lost time. Jane was luxuriating in his love for her and his warmth, two things she also had need to make up for since her original relationship with Jim had ended.

Oddly, considering how each relationship began, it was Harry and Jane and not Jim and Connie who would have fights. Perhaps it was because they were nearly always together, so natural tendencies to push buttons would occur. Not only were they living together, but they began working together on Jane's recital to occur when her mother arrived and artistic differences would make them collide. They always made up in a thrilling, passionate manner, using the brief tensions as a springboard to reach higher heights of libidinous love and intimacy. They were learning the ways of their hearts.

Connie and Jim hardly ever fought. Things were going well for them. Connie managed to change bosses at the law firm, a more senior partner at that. She secretly threatened the sexual harassment lawsuit as blackmail to get the asshole to recommend her for the job. Of course the new boss would stare at her, but he must have been getting it at home, because he made no play. 

Jim was pleased at the success of his plan. He also discovered how much he loved giving massages. He felt like he was healing by touch, not only physically but psychically as well. He had found his vocation. He was good, but he was studying, so he got better. He studied each body he massaged, how they reacted to this and that rub both at the moment of application and how effective it had been after. He studied writings on the subject and all the holistic health knowledge he had time to absorb. 

They were feeling good about themselves and were feeling great about each other. They loved looking at and touching and listening to and talking to and getting warmth from each other. So what's the sense of arguing?

Two arguments they did have were intense and relationship altering. The first occurred after one of their occasional phone sex sessions with Vic. As always it was as exciting as any sex they ever had. But when Jim hung up, and despite her having an extremely powerful orgasm only moments before, Connie began hitting him.

"What are you..." he said, scared by her anger.

"It's so fucked up," she said, nearly shouting. "Look at me!" She stood before him naked and awesomely beautiful. "I'm your age, my body is young. I know you love to look at it. And I love to have you look at it. I love to have you period. Why can't you just be with me goddamn it! Instead of some old fart nearly 2000 miles away. I know I know she's fucking beautiful! So the fuck am I!"

"Connie," he said, reluctant to speak but knowing it was necessary. "You know I love you. You know I want to be with you. I hope you know that when our relationship ends, I won't want it to end. But Vic is my life. I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for her. And we wouldn't be together if it wasn't okay with her."

"That's fucked."

"Do you want to be with me?"

"I love you goddamn you!"

"You knew what you were getting into. And that hasn't changed. There's not a lot of choice about it. I'm sorry I can't give you anymore."

"Fuck you and fuck your Mrs. Riemer," she screamed, slamming the door behind her as she disappeared into her bedroom.

It took a couple extra days, but the argument was forgotten, at least by Jim and it seemed to be by Connie.

The second argument was the most traumatic and the most important to both their lives.

"How many periods have you missed?" As Vic had requested, Jim had got himself tested. All negative. But he hadn't thought Connie should be tested for anything. Connie insisted everything was okay, that he could cum inside her safely. 

"Just one, but I never miss..."

"I thought you said you were protected."

"I lied."

"What!"

"I lied. Well I didn't lie. I told you everything was okay. It was. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me. But everything is okay meant the risk of having your baby."

"That's crazy."

"You're calling me crazy? You've called me that before. And you laughed and loved me more, didn't you? Well I am crazy. Crazy about you. You drive me nuts and only in a good way."

"You sure?"

"Course I love you you dope."

"No. You sure you're pregnant?"

"No except I missed my period and I'm getting nauseous sometimes. I'll see the doctor tomorrow. I have an appointment."

"I don't want to talk about this anymore until we know."

"And you don't want to fuck me..."

"I always want to fuck you, but with protection which we should have done from the beginning."

"No. No protection."

"Then we'll wait."

"We'll wait."

Same argument later date:

"So are we looking for a good safe abortionist?"

"I thought about it, Harry, and I'm not going to get it aborted."

"Damn it Connie. I can't make you do anything you don't want to, but what are we going to do then?"

"Have it silly."

"Then what?"

"I don't fucking know. All I know is I want your child. I might be crazy but I want your child."

"But how long have we known each other?"

"Jim, this baby was conceived the first night we were together."

"That's fucked."

"Yes, Jim. You fucked me and I fucked up. What can I say? Despite everything, despite the whole bitch routine the first night we met, and because I have been around enough boys and men who couldn't touch you in so many fucking ways, I knew you were the one."

"But it's a trap!" he said and wished he hadn't.

"Fuck you. I thought I knew you," she said, tears streaming down. "I thought you would be the best fucking Daddy."

"But you know there's some one else in my life. You always knew. I never hid it from you. You hid this from me."

"Goddamn it. Fuck her."

"I love her."

"You love me."

"I do. I don't know about right now, but I do. But Victoria is the woman I want to spend my life with."

"And I'm not?"

"Well..."

"Well what?" she said, a glimpse of hope in the otherwise hopeless argument.

"Goddamn it, Connie. You come to Minnesota with me."

"What's in Minnesota? Don't you see? You love it here. How many times did you tell me and even the fucking love of your life Mrs. Riemer how much you love New York. We can make it happen. Talk to Columbia. Maybe another fucking wrestling scholarship. You're fucking smart, Jim. You could do it easily."

"Maybe Vic could come here?"

"Shit."

"It's the only way."

"Shit."

"You knew what you were getting, why did you..."

"Fuck you," she said. She didn't run away screaming. She stared into his eyes, letting him know how desperately she wanted him. He stared back, looking at her incredibly beautiful face and into her beautiful brown eyes and into her soul. They stared like that for at least ten minutes. It wasn't a contest. They needed to study each other's soul to know what to do. The only answer was a warm hug. He kissed her high forehead, relishing the smooth pale skin there. She kissed his and relished the more rough skin he had. She went to her bed and slept, and he slept on Jane's bed, which for the past two months every other night had become his.

The next night they were fucking better than ever. Despite the life inside her not having grown much, he was fascinated by her pregnant body. Their child was inside her, changing her subtly. He couldn't get deeper inside her than that. 

Two nights later, he found Vic's hotel room. He tried the door, expecting it to be open. When it was locked, he used the key the front desk provided. The desk clerk had asked, or more inferred that he was her son. Jim went with it, hiding the amusement as best he could. 

The room was dark, only lit by the open bathroom door. Standing before the huge bed was Vic, wonderfully filling out a frilly red teddy. He lingered over her long pale arms and endless strong narrow legs and her beautiful blonde head with the gentlest of character wrinkles around her lovely blue eyes. He was about to run into her arms when he noticed Kristen at the end of the bed in a skimpy little nightgown, nearly filling it out as much as Vic's teddy. If his club had risen some in anticipation, it was now painfully hard and long and thick in his pants.

"Kristen," he said, surprised, happy. Happiest he had ever been. Mostly because of Vic, of course, but it was fantastic to see Kristen. He took her in his arms, hugging her, kissing her first soft than hard. Setting her down, he stood in front of Vic, his cock fully tenting his jeans. They stared at each other. Resisting taking Vic in his arms created a palpable field of energy. Pure unadulterated love. They studied each other from head to toe. 

"You're overdressed," said Vic. He stripped naked, his club thankfully released, bouncing free. "Now I am," she said.

She was about to peel the teddy from her body. "Let me," he said. He took the hem and raised it over her head. She felt his cock slide against her thigh. She nearly exploded into orgasm Instead, immediately after getting naked she exploded onto him. She pushed him on the bed, her strong soft thighs straddled him, and shoved his cock deep inside her hot and ready pussy. She raised and lowered herself on his club a couple hard quick strokes until he was in all the way. They both were in motion, bouncing their hips against each other. The strokes were long, pulling out until the head was in the mouth of her pussy, sliding by her well engorged clit, then deep until the club met resistance at her cervix and his balls were rising up to bang against her ass. A short series of strokes was all that was needed before he clutched her hard to him and he was cumming. He took her nipples in his mouth and nibbled. He thrust a couple of mini thrusts that rubbed her cunny just right, and she too was gone. They sighed into each other's ears. They kissed each other's ears and neck and jaw until the lips finally met. The ten minute kiss was making up for two months of separation. 

At last Vic waved to Kristen to join them. She became the meat to their slices of bread in the threesome sandwich. She was crying. "That was beautiful," she said. 

After nestling for awhile, Kristen slid down between Vic's thighs and was lapping up the juices of Vic and Jim. Mostly Jim's cum. Jim stroked Kristen's legs beginning at the feet and moving up. His thumbs finally found her swollen labia and stroked her there. Vic was moaning from the expert lips and tongue fondling her cunny. As his tongue followed the pattern of his hands up her leg, Kristen became full of sighs herself. When the tongue took over for his thumbs and his fingers plunged in, her sighs became moans. 

While Kristen sucked on Vic's clit, Jim sucked on Kristen's. He lapped up her juices. He spent enough time exciting her with his tongue, lips and fingers for his club to achieve full ascendancy. He kneeled between her legs and shoved his thickness into her tight pussy. It had tightened up since the last time he had been inside. He thrilled at the friction of her sheath walls. As he stroked in and out, her tongue fucked Vic with the same motion. He speeded up. She speeded up. His hands slid from her hips up along her waist until they were covering her plentiful breasts. After squeezing and tweaking her nipples, his hands slid back to her hips. He took hold of her hips and pulled them fast and hard against his thighs, those thighs slapping against her big soft ass. One of her hands spread Vic's labia wide for her mouth, the other vigorously rubbed her own clit. The fingers at her clit felt the hard flesh of his cock stroke by. When her orgasm hit, she sucked on Vic's clit, returning Vic to bliss. He pummeled through the orgasmic contraction he felt in Kristen's cunny, but when the contractions slowed, he eased off. He pulled his magnificent club out and lay back. 

He became the meat. The women sandwiched around him with their attention being his club dangling damply straight up. Their lips and tongues shared his manhood. Kristen's tongue would tickle his balls while Vic deep throated him. Then they shared the pole again. They were working to make him cum. Kristen could feel his balls shudder. Together they lapped vigorously at his tip until he spewed forth his tart essence. The women shared, swallowing all but a few strands of the sticky liquid. Those few strands they stretched and licked, playing with them until all his cum was gone. But the flavor was still there when they brought their lips to his mouth, their tongues playing with his.

Vic was glad she could meet him first in the hotel room. She thought they'd have been dry humping in the airport. Besides he would have had to wait for her in the ticket area. Jane was too busy putting the final touches on the dance performance her and Harry were debuting the following day. Vic wouldn't see her daughter until the show. So Vic and Kristen set up the surprise, and Vic was happy. Both she and Jim were the happiest they had ever been, being together again.

The following night, Vic watched her daughter and her group perform three long pieces danced to Harry's music and, in the final piece, her daughter's words. She had to wait until her daughter showered and changed to let loose her reaction.

"I am so proud of you," Vic told Jane. They hugged. Tears were forming.

"Thanks Mom. I'm so glad you came. I'm so glad to see you." After the hug, Jane said, "You look great."

"Same to you Jane. You look fantastic." She noticed a tall geeky guy dressed up but still looking shabby standing near them watching.

"I'm sorry Mom. This is Harry," she said.

"So you're the one responsible for my daughter glowing." She kissed his cheek. "Thanks," she whispered into his ear. "And this is Kristen."

"Hi," said Kristen to Harry.

Kristen and Vic were introduced by Jim to Connie before the show. Connie was quiet and cold. When they sat together in the audience, she was so aloof as to seem to be a stranger just happening to sit by them. Jim had to find a way to break her resistance. Didn't have one yet. 

Connie warmed up from the alcohol they were imbibing in at one of the dancer's high class apartments over near Lincoln Center. They were all drinking like fishes. After a couple hours of party, Vic was wasted.

"I gotta go," she said to her daughter.

"I'm sorry," said Jane.

"I gotta take Jim with me if you don't mind," Vic said glancing from Jane to a glaring yet smiling Connie. "I'd feel more comfortable. He knows the city, and it's late and with just us two girls..."

"No, that's fine," Jim said, realizing it was ultimately his decision, and in order for the exit to happen, he needed to agree. They left.

When they got to the hotel, Kristen headed to her room to crash. Jim and Vic entered their room. They had played on the edge of contact, fingertips touching thigh and ass and breast, just grazing them, and touching each other's fingertips. Once the door closed, they undressed each other, the buttons barely resisting being plucked off they were so desperate to feel each other's nakedness. They licked each other's body sloppily before falling onto the bed in an inebriated mess. The messy kiss followed. Their bodies rubbed against each other, slick and sweaty. It was fabulous the feel of her breast, the nipples subtly scratching, and the tuft of pubic hair and the damp lair beneath sliding up and down his leg. His cock sliding along her thigh, touching her ass, sliding between her thighs across her pussy lips felt heavenly. And his big strong chest against her breasts felt great too. The movements of body against body coalesced when his club discovered the way inside its sheath and took it. 

Their movements to join deeper were chaotic. Passionate. Uncontrolled. Despite his clouded awareness, a slight numbing of everything, including the skull, the pressure he put on his cock sliding it firmly against her feverish clit, he was aware of every pressure, every nuance of the interior walls of her pliant cunny. 

It drove her nuts. She was sobbing and moaning her joy, proclaiming to god how good it felt. The immense tool was rooting around in her depths, filling her to capacity. All her senses were centered inside her cunny. Sparks of new pleasure showered her awareness. When her orgasm hit, it sustained. He kept fucking her, getting closer and farther from her clit, timing it right so she was cumming and cumming and cumming. 

Not having cum yet, but seeming to be driving her into pure distraction, he eased off and lay down. She kissed his club in thanks. She licked and sucked his club, sending it down her throat. He could feel his balls pulsing with a need to release. She straddled his cock. Her dripping pussy sank down on it. "Ooooh," he moaned. All was good. Clenching her inner muscles, his cock felt pulled inside her. The rippling friction she was providing by her muscles and her rising and falling hips was milking the cum right out of him.

The door opened, and the person he expected, the surprise for Vic came through the door. He didn't notice. He had given Connie his hotel key and hoped she'd join the festivities in Vic's bed. 

Vic noticed the door opening. She was in mid fuck when she stopped. She smiled lasciviously when she saw it was the beautiful Connie. And then she jumped off Jim's cock when he saw who was with her. Realizing the reason for Connie's predatory grin, she saw her daughter.

Jane had suspicions at the darkest part of her brain, only contemplating what she was seeing before her eyes during the most evil or mad travels inside there. The thought occurred earlier when Connie told her where Jim had slept the night before. She didn't want to imagine it. She didn't have to anymore. It was happening before her. She crumpled to the floor. Not a faint exactly. Her muscles had given out. Her eyes were streaming tears. She sat herself up on the floor.

"This is so fucked!" she yelled.

Jim wanted to let loose his anger on Connie, who had devised this horrible moment. He realized that wasn't the point.

"I'm sorry," he said to Connie.

"Fuck you!" she wailed back.

Vic stood naked in front of the bed. In front of her daughter. The drunk was gone. The delightful post orgasm buzz was gone.

"Okay, Jane. It's not how we wanted you to learn about us. We don't know how we would have let you know. I guess we never wanted you to know. But since Dr. Anderson and I are moving to New York..." Both Jim and Connie gasped. "...you would have to find out. So here we are in our naked glory."

"Mom, what kind of Mom...?" groaned a barely decipherable Jane.

"I want you to listen honey. It's not about getting at you. You were the only person who could make us regret our relationship. This moment, the possibility of it scared both of us. But the thing is darling, and maybe you need to hear this too Connie, Jim and I love each other. We are so in love, there is nothing that could tear us apart, not even you. We are so in love that we could let this moment happen. As you can see, I may be forty, but I'm in pretty damn good shape. If it's at all about looks, which by and large its not, except how you see each other through your heart." She looked at Jim, naked under the covers he had used to cover his shrinking manhood. They half smiled at each other, a smile through the seriousness. "So I may be forty, and I may be your mother..."




Plain Jane & Nerd Jim Grow Up Ch. 07



"Maybe!" said Jane angrily but quieter.

"...alright I'm sorry. Except I'm not sorry. Jim is my lover. My partner in life for as long as we live as far as I'm concerned. I know it's fucked up that you were his lover once. But the truth is I've always loved Jim. When he wanted you, I never stood in your way. I know it's fucked up, but I was a little jealous. And when you broke up, and I made sure it was a clean solid break before I seduced him, I'm sorry but I was happy. But I would be happy either way. Either you would be with Jim for eternity or I would. As it turned out it was me. If Jim had rejected my advances, and yes, I initiated, I would have been broken. I'm sure I could have put myself together, and maybe there might have somebody else, but goddamn it Jane, I don't think so. I don't think I would have been happy ever. At least no where near as happy as I have been when we're together. 

"So you are my daughter, will always be. I love you more than life. If something ever happened to you...God it would be...I couldn't live. Or I would live but as if a major piece of my insides had been ripped out. And Jim, too..."

"I feel the same way," blurted Connie, her anger subsumed by tears. "I love Jim more than I could love anyone ever. And my competition is his ex-girlfriend's mother."

"But darling, I'm not your competition. Jim loves me I think as much as I love him, which is pretty much completely. He loves you. But your love is different than ours. As different as your character is different from mine. He might have less of his heart given to you because of me, but Jim has an awful lot of heart. How else could all of us fit in so strongly? You feel his love. How unconditional it is. How warm. How honest he is."

"Except..." said Jane.

"Except telling you about us. When he came here to help heal you and knew he couldn't tell you about us, it hurt him deeply." Jim nodded. 

"So Jane, Connie. The situation is..."

"Clear enough," said Jane, standing and beginning her stomp to the door.

"Wait. Please hear me out. This is important. This is our future." Jane stopped at the door and turned to her mother. "Just wait. 

"Okay this is the situation," Vic began. "It's been in the back of my mind moving to New York ever since Jim was giving me glowing reports. The success of our ad layout in Vogue made me decide it was actually wiser to set up business here. I'd got our foot in the door, but it would have closed if I stayed regional the way I was. So we're going studio shopping. Actually loft shopping. Or building shopping. We're going to start a holistic sanctuary. Dr. Anderson will set up a medical practice with some respected physicians. Behind that and within that will be Dr. Anderson's massage and health regimen, with Jim in charge. We could have dance space for practice. Music studio. Performance space. And I will have a photo studio to create more brilliant ads. With Jim's beautiful bod, if he's not too modest."

"How can Dr. Anderson move here?" asked Jim.

"Didn't I tell you? She's divorcing her husband. I don't know if you noticed she's a little down. It's not the husband. It's the kids. She wants custody but worries about how they feel. I think what will happen is her son Max, whose 12 and hasn't been in high school yet will come here and Andrea, whose graduating in a year will stay there. That would be the best scenario. Who knows? Kristin is a trusted and respected member of society, so I'm not too worried. But she is worried.

"But what we're talking about is expensive, and, as with all money endeavors, things get a little nasty. I'm getting your father, Jane, to buy us a building. It's not going to be the best part of town, but neither will it be the worst. The outskirts of a hot spot, just outside a hip scene. Mostly it's because it's short notice. I expect your wonderful father to pay for whatever space we need. He owes me. It's an investment. A tax write off. So it won't hurt too bad. He's got the money. And from the connections Jane and Jim have already made, we may find the chi chi crowd to keep the enterprise afloat. Surely a clinic will bring in some steady cash, again with those connections.

"Beyond that is the living situation. Yes I know your expecting," Vic said to Connie. "Jim told me a couple days before I arrived here. I got mad. But then I got thinking and planning. I don't know if we'll get along, but I think we will. With time. And we'll have time. We'll be essentially sharing a large loft apartment Jim, Kristen, you and myself. Jane, you can join us, but I figure you and Harry can continue where you are. But the thing is the baby. I figure if we all live in this one space, we'll manage the time so that the kid, and when Kristen's son Max gets here, him as well, can be watched by an adult. That way Connie can continue her busy schooling and work and everything and Jim can work on the holistic health thing and Dr. Anderson can do her gynecology and management and I can get my picture's made and we'd all be gone at different times. The kid'll have some kind of upbring!" Noticing Connie's seething reaction, her face turning red, Vic said, "You took this immense responsibility without consulting the rest of the party's concerned, and so drastic measures needed to be made."

"I hate you," yelled Connie, her little feet stomping out the door.

Jane was cooling. She was a little miffed that Connie had taken center stage, though. This was her moment of pain. "Shit," she said, walking to the door. She turned around. "I'm not too thrilled with you either, both of you." She bounded through the door, letting it close on its own.

Suddenly realizing her nakedness, Vic slid under the covers. The two lovers stared up at the ceiling in silence, sharing the vision their minds cast up there of their new life together. They smiled sadly, their hands touched and then the fingers interlaced. 



Plain Jane & Nerd Jim Grow Up Ch. 08



Several months passed before the completion of their little health center. Everyone pitched into the design for each of their particular sectors of the building. Victoria had an idea for the suite on the top floor. Kristen had been in enough clinics to have a good idea what she wanted for the third floor. The second floor they opened up for dance and exercise, building a lovely sound and light studio to make the space possible for performance against one short wall, the opposite wall containing a small stage under a projection screen. Jane used her knowledge for that. The floor at the base of the building was for offices and sound studios and the massage rooms. It also stored the various paraphernalia needed for the upkeep of the building. Jim and Connie contributed to the first level. Everything filtered through Harry. He was the final liaison between them and the architect. In fact his genius, both in researching acoustics and flow and such as well as listening and compromising everyone's views, to creating a design for the place, there were so little changes made to the blueprints Harry created that it seemed superfluous to even have an architect, except it was such an essential part of the construction contract. Victoria managed to squeeze an extra few thousand from her ex-husband to pay for Harry's consulting work.

Though unplanned, it was a perfect diversion to dampen the emotions which had been so set aflutter by the night of Jane's discovery of her mother and Jim making love. Except for the last performance of Harry and Jane's show, two weeks after the first, they rarely all got together. When they did, it was meetings to go over the plans and fine tune them and give final approval. Three meetings. Otherwise they stayed in their separate homes. So the drama between everyone slowly dissipated, with occasional flashes of anger or jealousy mostly from Connie. 

Victoria sublet a lovely modest apartment east of midtown. Most of her time was alone or with Jim. Kristen would visit occasionally, which Jim and Vic thoroughly enjoyed. But Kristen still had to finish business in Minnesota before slamming the door on her life and her practice there. Victoria would accompany her home to do the occasional photo shoot. Jim was at all the locations of his family. Half a week would be with Connie. Half the week was at Vic's place. And once a week or so he would stay at Harry and Jane's place for the occasional early morning or late night massages. 

The early morning massages were for the stiff back clientele with a bit of cash and a full day ahead. The late night massages were more of the personal sort. Jim would massage Harry and Jane after their long and busy week. He would arrive late and do Harry and then Jane. 

One Friday night Jim arrived in the middle of a loud fight between Jane and Harry. He hated to see them go at it, but saw it was a natural aspect of their relationship. He knew it provided a mental friction which would add to the physical friction which would occur noisily later. Still, it hurt to see them pressing each other's buttons. He never intruded. He'd rather have separated dogs as vicious as some of the spats were. That Friday night was particularly nasty. As usual Jim had no clue how it started. Probably neither did they. It got so heated it drove Harry out the door.

"I'm going bar hopping until I'm drunk," Harry said before closing the door secure behind him.

"Massage?" I offered after a pause for the door to end its reverberations.

"Okay," Jane said quickly stripping off her clothes. She was lying on her back on the beautiful Woodstock massage table an instant later. Jim marveled at the movement of her long soft body as it settled. She was usually more modest. He was tempted to lick her large, firm yet soft breasts and lovely pink nipples instead of massaging her face. Or crawl between her slightly open thighs and nibble at the pussy lips hinted at below the blonde curly hair. He was instantly hard and horny. He shifted his concentration to his fingers on her face and began to massage away her tension.

The sexual tension was not only in the rigidity of his club, but stuck in his throat. He swallowed "You want a sheet?" he asked as he pushed fingers and thumbs along the ridges of her face. He couldn't get himself to speak the words before starting. It would have revealed too much of his horniness if he had.

"No," Jane said quietly but still stirred up with emotions from the fight.

Jim swallowed again before returning to the task at hand. His concentration remained throughout the massage. It could have wavered when he worked on her arms and she took hold of his tool through the stretched soft cotton warm up pants and stroked. Or when his fingers touched the edge of her cunny and felt the heat and the dampness. Or when she leaned her face over the table and licked the helmet of his cock sliding above the draw string of the pants. He remained professional. Superman.

Ten minutes after she slid off the table, they swallowed the last of the white wine in their glasses. His club had remained half hard, assisted by her robe being open to the space between her breasts and her gentle firm belly and the space between her thighs. Those soft sculpted shapes and the damp, dark blonde tangle of hair crowning a fragrant pink hole to burrow inside kept attracting his gaze. Sitting beside him on the couch, she walked her hand over his thigh and up to his tummy and under the top of his warm ups and took hold of his club. It rose further to the occasion.

"I have a confession to make," she said breathlessly. Her hand pulled waist of the warm up pants free from his club, and it felt the warm air of the apartment. She stroked it gently. "For months now it's been building. When you massage me and I accidentally touch your cock. When I pass the study and see you lying in bed with your cock pointing straight up while you sleep or after we fuck in the next room and you are masturbating to our sounds, whether true or imagined. It makes me so hot. I miss this beautiful monster. 

"Don't get me wrong, darling Jim," she continued after giving the hard straining purple helmet a lick. Jim sighed. "I love Harry. It may not seem like it sometimes the way we go at it, but I love him. I love his body. I love his mind. I love his cock." Her mouth swallowed Jim's club head. Her lips pressed around the edges and stroked. Jim groaned. He lifted up automatically, driving the club deeper. She lifted her mouth off. She rubbed it between her big soft pale breasts and over her rigid nipples. "But I dream about you. I dream about your cock. I dream about it up my pussy, sliding down my throat, pumping into me, filling me so fucking full I want to burst." 

She licked his club up and down and all around. Then she held it hard in one hand and stroked while pumping it deep into her mouth, to the back of her mouth and down her throat. She released it from her mouth, watching her hand rub, pulling at the helmet. Then she put it back in and sunk it deep down her throat again. His lips tensed into a circle, and he was at full moan. 

He lay back on the couch so she could straddle his head with her thighs. She lowered her thick puffy pussy lips onto his mouth where he could taste and smell the tangy flow of her love juices and feel the heat. His tongue darted in and out and his lips kissed her lower lips. It was not a steady cunnilingus to match her exquisite blow job. He was too turned on to do a good job. She loved his touch nevertheless. It coaxed her to put further pressure on his club with her hands and her lips. His balls were tight with cum. Her strokes and pumping became more rapid. She was pulling his cum out. And it worked. His balls throbbed. His cock shivered. 

"I'm cumming," he yelled within his moans. She pulled the shivering club out of her throat so the head was just inside her mouth. His cock throbbed with the pressure to spew forth his tart cum into her open mouth. Her hands stroked the liquid out as she swallowed what she could of the scalding brew, leaving the rest to flow thickly down his shaft and over his hairy balls, matting them. 

While cumming, he shafted his rigid tongue as deep as he could inside the walls of her cunny. She continued to stroke the cum out of him, softly massaging his sticky balls, trying to somehow keep him rigid. He was awfully sensitive, wanting to brush aside her insistent fingers or push away her lips and tongue when they got back into the act. Instead of pushing her away, he used the overly sensitive uncomfortable feeling to stir on his attack on her pussy. He brought his long, thick fingers into the task, driving them deeper inside than his tongue could go, feeling for the sensitive g-spot hidden behind her clit. Her clit was being sucked by his mouth, a mini blow-job. Replacing his lips with his tongue lapping at her rigid nub, and returning to sucking, he was driving her wild. She was grunting her pleasure, which he could feel on his still rigid club as she continued to swallow it. 

They stopped when they heard the door open and close. They wanted to be invisible behind the couch back. It didn't work. Harry stood at the side, hands on hips, staring down at his naked friends.

Harry undid his pants and pulled them down and off along with his underpants. "Turn over," he said drunkenly, twisting Jane's feet around. Jim and Jane turned over while Harry grabbed the massage oil from under the table and poured it into his hands. He slicked up his rigid spear and slid one and then two fingers into Jane's asshole. 

"Oh god!" Jane exclaimed as Harry pumped his fingers inside, opening her up for his attack into her tightest hole. Jim returned to the task of shoving his fingers inside her pussy and licking and sucking her pussy. Her sucking of Jim's club sped up and intensified. 

When Harry kneeled behind her and drilled his cock quick and hard and deep into her narrow hole, she pulled the club out of her mouth and screamed. She held onto the club for dear life as her boyfriend pummeled her asshole. She sucked in air loudly, dealing with the pain, but soon replaced the sound with sighs and moans. Jim rapidly licked her clit and fucked her pussy with his fingers. His nose was an inch away from Harry's aggressive ass fucking.

Jane stiffened and yelled out her orgasm. Her cum poured over Jim's mouth and chin. Harry continued pounding harder and faster, his hips a blur of motion. The rippling orgasm he could feel inside her asshole created even greater and more intoxicating friction on his spear. Harry pulled Jane hard against him by her luscious hips, her soft high beautiful ass pushing against his loins, as he ejaculated his hot cum furiously inside. 

Once his balls had been emptied, and his cock had become soft, Harry pulled it from her asshole, letting the cum drip out behind it. He crumpled onto the floor. Jane slid from the couch and encircled him in her long naked arms and legs. "I'm sorry," she said, within tears of guilt and fear of losing him.

"It's okay," he said, quietly, barely heard.

"I'll go," said Jim, his club finally dwindling down to normal size. Jane nodded. Jim, naked, found his day bag with his street clothes, pulled them out, replaced them with his warm ups, slipped on slacks and shirt and coat and left.

"Don't hate me," she said. She left him still crumpled up in a fetal position. She cleaned up her asshole quick as she could, returning to the couch, to her lover with a damp towel to clean away her effluence.. 

"I love you," he said. He unraveled, lay back on the floor and laughed. "I loved it."

"You did?" she asked, gently working the towel around his softened cock.

"Uh-huh."

She draped herself over Harry. Her big soft breasts slapped him in the face. He grabbed one and sucked its nipple. "I love you, too," she said.

"I know."

"My lean, mean, handsome, confident man," she said. She laughed. "What is it with me and surprise visits?"

"What do you mean?" said Harry between licks of her nipples.

"This is at least number three. All three with Jim featured. One was the night we met, when, well, I guess it was the last time Jim and I fucked."

"You didn't tonight?"

"No. I'm sorry. I still got a thing for his cock."

"It is quite impressive," he said. Jane felt him harden.

"Hmm," she thought to herself. "What's that about?" Then out loud she said, "I never told you, but the night before we did it, when I made you a virgin no more..."

"I figured you were fucking Jim. Now I know why you were a bit sore down there," said Harry with a laugh.

"You've got such a good memory," she said, kissing the top of his head as he nibbled her tits.

"How could I forget," he said. 

She felt him harden more. "He's not turning completely gay," she thought, relieved. Out loud she told him how her ex-boyfriend, Frank, crashed the party of two and how kind Jim turned Superman and scared the shit out of Frank with some wrestling hold, scaring the asshole out of her life. Significant moment number one.

"That crazy, violent, stupid moment made me realize what a fool I'd been with my choice of partners, and made me want you. You were smart like all my boyfriends had been, but you were gentle and kind and generous. I could tell."

"But you didn't really know me."

"I could tell. Jim still turned me on, but thoughts of you gave me all kinds of nuances of feelings.

The hot feelings that come only at the beginning of love. Do you know what I mean?" Harry nodded.

Number two was a couple months before when Jane walked in on Jim and her mother doing the nasty. 

"Obviously you've gotten over it," said Harry.

"I guess I have. I love them too much to hold their love for each other against them. It's why they're both around here after all. They both love me and want the best I guess. It's all good."

"We're a weird lot. I should have stomped off mad as hell," said Harry quietly

"And instead he turned you on."

Silence. She felt his spear loosen, threatening to become a rubber spear. She would have none of that and sunk her pussy slowly down on it until it was fully buried. "Ah," they both sighed. They both thought it felt too good. They sat still with Jane impaled. They began to rock, their arms and legs circling each other, holding each other tight, a large lump of flesh, a sculptural image that said, "fucking."

"The second time for a surprise visit again was a significant moment, changing me forever. 

"And this third time...ah...I discovered...oooh...something about you, my darling," she said while Harry slipped around deep inside her, hitting just the right spots. He unwrapped himself, leaning back, and started stroking his cock along the top of her cunny. Her moans grew longer and louder. Laying back completely, she pulled on her nipples with one hand while the other rubbed her clit. She could feel every inch of the top of his spear as it rubbed the top of her cunny. Despite the difficult position, he stayed inside her and was drilling her with long hard strokes that got faster and faster until, "oooooooooh," she sighed, and they were cumming together. 

After the complex counterpoint of orgasmic pulses, she lay back over him, his cock slowly retreating in size still inside. "You like boys. You liked seeing Harry's big cock."

Confession time again. "I don't know. You know Luke?" Luke was her partner in the pas de deux they had been working on. It was a hot number with lots of suggestive contact. Sometimes she could swear he was hard, which surprised her, Luke supposedly being gay. He turned her on too, especially during those moments. He was a strong, handsome young man with a perfect body, a French stud with dark hair. When she caught his face during the moments of hardness, she saw the blush. After the dance, when he retreated from her, she knew it was from embarrassment. But she also noticed Harry's hardness.

"I thought that was from my sexy self," she said.

"Of course, but I always imagined you two working on that piece naked and it, well, you know..."

"Yeah. Okay."

"Okay?"

"Next rehearsal we'll work the pas de deux last."

And so it came to pass that on Monday after the weekend, Harry manned the tape of his music while Jane and Luke danced. They had managed to dismiss the rest of the group early, which, being a Monday after a weekend's worth of hangovers, made the dancers happy. 

After working each part slowly, with extra emphasis on the contact moments, by the time they did their first full speed run through, Luke was sprouting a good sized lump. She was more sensual then she had been ever before, turning him on. But it was the second run through that did it.

She was noticeably altering her moves. Luke felt her hands rubbing between his thighs and over his balls to the lump he was making with his sprouting flower. He continued the choreography despite her changes while she altered it with strokes and tweaks of his nipples and gentle loving touches of his lips. Too much was different. He had to stop.

"What the fuck..." he began, but her finger silenced him. She rolled his tights down and off his legs, releasing his fully hard, beautiful, perfect, seven inch tulip, the bulb quickly engulfed in her mouth. She worked it harder than she had ever worked a cock before. She took his cock in and sucked it in

while her other hand played with his balls. She rolled up the tight t-shirt until Luke got the hint and pulled it off, showing his magnificent chest to her and Harry. 

Harry had removed his clothes and walked out onto the dance floor naked, his spear fully engorged, assisted by the manipulations of his hand. He studied the French god and his fabulous French cock as Jane manipulated it with her hands and lips to full hardness. He began to hum the music of the piece. Jane got to her feet and removed her clothes. The pas de deux began again, and it was memorably erotic. 

Both Jane and Luke were throbbing with the libidinous thrill. She deep throated him. Harry spat into her asshole which she had arced her back up to open up to him. His fingers dug inside and opened up her hole. She turned around, putting her ass in position before Luke's tulip, which was dripping with her spit. He slid it inside her ass. It was a tight fit, and she loved the slight pain as it transformed into exquisite pleasure. Her hand reached through her legs and Luke's legs until her fingers could tussle with his tight sack of balls. She slid her hand back to play with her pussy, rubbing her clit vigorously. 

Harry stood in front of her, so she swallowed up his hardness. He fucked her mouth, deep into her throat, until she couldn't take it. He slipped it out. Taking the oil he had brought along, he oiled up his cock as he walked behind Luke. He oiled up Luke's asshole and slipped inside. 

Jane couldn't believe how much harder and bigger Luke became with Harry's intrusion inside him. Suddenly she wanted to feel him in her cunny. She pulled off him with a pop. She ran to the toilet to grab a towel, made hot and wet and soapy. She ran back, her big breasts flopping and her lovely ass swaying, tightening and loosening each cheek. She kneeled in front of Luke's big tulip and cleaned it off, Luke fucking the towel with each movement of Harry behind him. Then she kneeled down with her ass way up in front of Luke's tulip, took it in hand and guided it into her hot wet puffy pussy. It was a wonderful long rigidity, Luke's French cock inside her, fully engorged by the fucking from his other side. The angle slid him up and down against her clit. As her ass rose and fell, Luke was sandwiched between Harry and her. It had been a couple years, since high school, that he had been inside a pussy. It had never been like this. The couple were pounding hard against him, rocking him to a point of no return. He screamed out his explosion, an orgasm of near cosmic proportion, whose pulsation, both front and back, set both Harry and Jane off on their own palpitating rapture. The dance space echoed with their moans. Ejaculate burned deep inside each receptacle. They slowly separated, a sweaty sticky satiated mess.




Plain Jane & Nerd Jim Grow Up Ch. 08



"Let's do it naked," said Harry upon recovering his breath. "It will inaugurate our new space." He closed his eyes and imagined the shadowy moving light he would use. It would be beautiful.

The Friday night when Jim had been caught with Jane by Harry and had removed himself from their presence, he stood outside their apartment deciding where to go. Vic's apartment was closer, but he had not seen Connie in a few days. He missed her. He wanted her. He closed his eyes. His cock expanded.

He grabbed a cab for the long haul up to her place. As they bounced up Second Avenue, he thought of her body, its softness, her belly expanding and hardening, her breasts expanding, looking incredible on her small torso. Her face more calmed and beatific than ever was somehow even more beautiful. He rubbed his club casually in the back seat of the cab, keeping himself hard, growing harder. He hoped she wanted him inside her.

When he bounded up the four flights of stairs, his balls and cock straining against the fabric, and entered her apartment, he was met with a vision he had never even hoped to have before him. She was naked in bed masturbating.

"Jim?" she said excitedly. "Oh fuck Jim come here quick and fuck me!"

God what a body. She was perfection as a pregnant woman. Her lovely, perfectly shaped legs. Her soft round ass. The lovely dark tuft between her legs. The curve of her belly enclosing the growing fetus. Her breasts sitting high round and large on her chest. Her nipples ringed by amazing wide areola sitting up taut, awaiting his lips and teeth to nibble them. Her straight shoulder length dark hair tangled around her breathtaking face. She wanted him to fuck her. Life was good.

He ripped off his shirt in full stride. Pausing as brief as possible pulling his pants down and off, he was on her bed nearly instantaneously. 

Turning her on her side to protect the unborn baby, he straddled her thigh, holding her other leg high. He took hold of his throbbing hard club and guided it into her succulent wet sheath. As he stroked slowly, but with great intensity, sending his club deep and then pulling nearly out, his mouth sucked on each of her toes. 

"Fuck me baby," Connie said. "Oh god, fuck me harder. Faster. Harder. Faster. Oh god yes. Oh god I need you Jim. Oh god you make me feel so fucking good. Squeeze my tits hard. Squeeze my nipples. Twist them hard. Yes. Yes. Yes!" she panted. He wanted to suckle on her newly fabulous tits, but used her toes and his fingers as substitute, his mouth sucking her toes and fondling her nipples with his fingers.

She stroked her clit with her fingers, moving them a little to feel along his mighty club penetrating her. Those little fingers pressed hard against his shaft sliding in and out of her. They pressed hard against her clit. The bed was rocking noisily with their fucking. He was pounding her deep and hard and fast. "Oh god yes, Oh god yes, Oh god yes," was her sex mantra until she reached the height of passion and she let out one loud elongated, "Jiiiiiiim!" She froze up, cumming, throbbing, making him wet with her cum, twinges dancing around his cock inside its sheath. Then she caught her breath in full pant. 

He slid hard inside her twice and held, feeling each twitch of the walls of her pussy, feeling the pain/pleasure throb of his balls as they exploded their essence through his massive club and out, scalding hot, deep inside.

Their panting faded and normal, if a little winded, breathing returned. He pulled his dwindling and drowned penis out. Carefully he lay beside her. He leaned down to kiss and lick and suck each nipple. The texture felt amazing. He lifted his head up and they kissed. And kissed. And kissed. Slow and soft and loving. Beautiful.

"God I missed you," said Connie. They kissed again with equal love.



Plain Jane & Nerd Jim Grow Up Ch. 09



Things were coming together as far as the building went. It was a matter of weeks before they would be ready for the grand opening March 1st. Even though the upper floor apartment was ready for them, they decided to wait until all construction was complete before they moved in so that they wouldn't be disturbed by the hammering going on all day. 

The baby as well was ready for its first appearance outside the womb. Connie was large, making room for a big child in her small body, and radiantly beautiful despite the trials of her life. She was on leave from her law office, and was taking the semester off from school. She was restless and felt uncomfortable with no intellectual outlet. She also moved out of her apartment and into the two bedroom in midtown where Victoria stayed. Her and Victoria had still not warmed to each other, but a thaw was gradually occurring. Mostly it was being with Jim so much more than she had been when living in her own apartment which made her feel good about the living situation. She could see how loving Jim could be to both Victoria and to her. It was a love without boundaries. 

The first time she heard Victoria's sighs and Jim's grunts and the rocking of the bed as they fucked in the room on the other side of the wall from hers, she nearly tore the hair from her head. But when Jim finished fucking, she heard him enter her room. She feigned sleep. He was not fooled. Stiff already she stiffened up more when he snuggled against her back, spooning. She felt the dampness of his half erect cock against the back of her thigh. Dampness from the enemy's cunt. Somehow it made her suddenly horny. It was a pulsing thrill that stabbed through her anger. 

"I love you, Connie. I love that you are here. I don't want to hurt you. I want you to love being here with us. This is where we belong.," Jim said softly into her ear, obviously realizing she was awake. She continued to feign sleep, although the sniffles and the tears dripping down the side of her face and dampening her hair did nothing to assist her deception. When Jim tried to touch her tears, she brushed his hand away.

"Please Connie," said Jim with utter sincerity. "Let's not fight. Let's embrace. It's all good. I swear." 

Her thighs began to move against his cock, subtly at first. As his cock neared club status, slipping between her damp, sweaty thighs, her movement became more overt. He reached around her to position his shaft to slide along the lips of her ultra sensitive pussy. He kept his hand there to play between those lips. His palm pressed against her clit. She sighed deeply. Her breathing became quick and heavy. He sent his fingers inside her hot living cavern and stroked the walls. His palm and his thumb took turns massaging the nub of flesh as it hardened. They were both at full pant. He was sliding his club rapidly against the nether lips. He used the head to stroke her there, not entering deeply, just inside the lips. She was too pregnant for penetration. Her little hand took hold of the helmet and stroked it, her thumb rubbing the edge vigorously as it pushed forward and retreated. His big fingers were just as vigorously fucking her pussy. His other hand reached under her pregnant body to carefully pull and squeeze and twist her long tight sensitive nipples. With one final lengthy moan she stopped moving. Jim was ecstatic to feel the flow of love juices pour from her cunny. He pulled her against him in an intense hug, then eased her head back so he could kiss her burning mouth and look at the crimson cheeks and chest, further proof of her climax.

"Turn around," she said in a low soft breathless voice. "I want to taste your cum."

He carefully climbed over her and turned upside down, lying side by side. As she encircled his glans with her lips, his tongue explored her expanded tummy. His lips kissed her navel. He could feel their child rocking to the beat of their lovemaking just inside the skin he was kissing. He couldn't have been happier. He slid down to her pussy, his head clamped between her thighs, as he licked leisurely up and down the viscous lips. Her mouth was sucking and rubbing with great care his ever expanding club tasting her liquid pleasure and his and Vic's too. Several minutes passed with the continued ministrations of her tongue and licks on his amazing cock. Her fingers played with his balls, feeling them get heavier and tenser. She wanted to pull the cum out of them and into her mouth. She was relentless in her endeavor. She felt the balls tense and the cock expand and his voice exclaim, "Oh god darling fuck yes I'm cumming!" The club shot out the not too bitter cum, and she swallowed what she could. She let the rest drip out onto the bed. She held his cock inside her mouth until it shriveled to a more sensible size and slipped out. 

With one more lick, the slowest most intense he could give her, up and down her pussy lips, he turned himself back around to face her. They stared into each other's eyes. Their silence in the dark room was loud with a peculiar communication. Was everything alright? Was she alright? Would it be okay if she wasn't completely but was sort of alright? Would she be more alright? God please be more and more alright. Alright. I love you. I love you. That sort of thing. They faded off to sleep. Together.

Once Kristen had completed her separation from her clinic in Minneapolis and her divorce from her husband, she moved into Victoria's apartment. She slept with Victoria. The two would lick each other to ecstacy some nights, and would be joined by the ever hard and horny Jim other nights. Jim's heavy club would penetrate her as she sucked on Vic's cunny until they all exploded. Or Vic and Kristen would 69 while Jim penetrated Vic's pussy or asshole. Sometimes Connie would creep over in her nightgown and watch, masturbating to the scene. It was too vigorous for her to participate. Other times Vic would join her as voyeur watching their love 69 Kristen or fuck her to heights of pleasure. Their aggressive self abuse would trigger their own orgasms nearly simultaneously. The shared experience was bringing the old enemies closer. Surrender was in the air as well as the sweet smell of sex.

Kristen was wonderful to Connie. The difficult last weeks before birth were eased greatly by Dr. Anderson's expertise.

Kristen and Jim had journeyed up to Woodstock Saturday and Sunday the week before the grand opening to give approval of the four new massage tables Don, the big burly carpenter had completed. For Kristen it was a last chance to be away from the craziness of her new clinic before it became her working life. It was also a chance to meet Eric and especially Miranda, whose description made both of Kristen's mouths dampen.

The grand opening was only five days away. It was Monday and the debut was the Saturday coming up. Advertising and elaborate networking through Jane's dancer's relatives, Jane's publishing connections, Connie's law connections, Kristen's colleagues who were to partner with her at the clinic and all of their friends, and Vic's fashion modeling and photography people were making the opening look to be a major event in Manhattan. Jane's choreography was coming together beautifully. The nude finale would blow people's minds. There was no penetration like what happened during the first nude rehearsal, at least not during the actual rehearsals. Then the open house would start and hopefully last all night. They needed a major moment to impact the busy tight Borough of Manhattan and let it and the rest of the world know of their odd new place. 

By Monday night, after returning from Woodstock the night before, securing the tables and inspecting the space and shoring up the contracts and contacts, Kristen and Jim along with everyone else in Vic's apartment were exhausted. Kristen and Vic were lying in bed wearing long t-shirts and nothing else, sipping red wine, while Jim and Connie sat nearby naked under their robes, all of them finally relaxing. Kristen continued the tranquil beaming she had on her face all day despite all the hard work.

"Okay, damn it Kristen," asked Vic. "What the hell happened up there to make you glow? You have been more radiant than I have ever seen you. Miranda must be one hell of a woman."

Jim and Kristen shared a laugh. "You're jealous!" said Jim.

"I'm not! Besides, Miranda's married," said Vic, clutching at straws.

"Stop teasing her," said Kristen.

"Okay. Alright. No Vic, it's not Miranda."

"Who else? Eric?"

"Jeez! No way," said Kristen.

"What's wrong with Eric? I think he's kind of cute," chimed in Connie.

"Are you going to tell her?" asked Jim.

"You start," said Kristen.

"You know what I expect. Blow by blow," said Vic.

"Of course darling. Blow by delicious blow," said Jim, smiling and nodding at Kristen before beginning, his hand gently stroking Connie's inner thigh.

"Eric and Miranda picked us up at the train station around noon on Saturday. I hadn't told them that Connie wasn't coming and Kristen was. I could see the disappointment in both their faces when I seemed to be alone. Kristen was a few steps behind me. I shook Eric's hand and hugged and kissed Miranda, who looked lovely and sexy in her simple blue dress which accentuated all her subtle curves. She could probably tell I was excited to see her. Ouch." Jim rubbed the shoulder which Connie had punched. "That's what you get for calling Eric cute. Anyway, Kristen emerged from the train, smiling at Miranda."

"She did look hot," said Kristen. "Ouch." Vic punched her shoulder.

"I quickly introduced everyone, and saw a sexy glint in Miranda's eyes as they surveyed Kristen's voluptuous body and lovely face. And you did look especially fine in your low cut blouse and tight white pants."

"Thanks, Jim," said Kristen.

"Those glances I could never get used to," said Connie.

"I think they were even more magnified towards Kristen. Not so much that Kristen is any more beautiful than you, but that Miranda could sense the staring was appreciated. I had told them all about Kristen and her relationship with Vic."

"Good save," said Connie.

"No, it's true. Besides, she had been so heated up in anticipation of you that seeing the beauty of Kristen and knowing her lesbian leanings just fanned the flames. By the time we drove onto their driveway twenty minutes later, Miranda and Kristen were sharing tongues and their fingers were touching tits in the back seat. Miranda dragged Kristen out of the car and into the house and up the stairs and into that big bed of theirs. The men were left with the luggage. I could see the bulge in Eric's pants as he and I carried the stuff inside. I had quite a lump myself."

"You always do, you insatiable monster," said Connie, slipping her hand inside his robe and stroking his rising club. "See, Vlad arises again."

Kristen and Vic broke their tongue filled kiss to look on the familiar though exciting sight. Their fingers continued the gentle strokes of each other's cunnies which they had recently bared from underneath the t-shirts. They returned to kissing.

"Somehow Eric and I didn't rush upstairs to join in. A few minutes passed. We wanted them to get to know each other I guess. But when we heard the squeals of the bed and the squeals of Miranda, we had to see.

"The first thing we saw was Miranda licking and sucking Kristen's big soft tits and nipples, the blouse still draped over her shoulders as Kristen dry humped Miranda, whose dress had risen up above her waist. Seconds later, Kristen threw off her blouse and pulled Miranda's dress over her head and flung it away. Continuing to hump Miranda, panty covered pussy against panty covered pussy, she suckled on Miranda fine firm little breasts with noisy abandon. The bed was rolling with the passion atop it as Miranda groaned with pleasure."

Jim paused as Kristen and Vic squeezed their pussies together, flung off their shirts and rubbed and hugged each other's bodies, nipples caressing nipples, kissing and sighing into each other's mouths. He leaned over and kissed Connie, overheating with passion as she pulled hard on his pulsating club. Though throbbing with passion, Vic noticed through the loud passionate breathing of everyone in the room, that Jim had gone silent, or wasn't talking at least. Somehow she eased off Kristen. "Go on, darling."

"Okay," he said within a deep breath. His breath steadied, and he continued. "Miranda and Kristen pushed together hard, emulating a hard last thrust of a fuck, then eased off. Each rolled their damp sticky panties over their hips and legs and off. After a long lingering kiss, Kristen guided Miranda back on the bed and slowly kissed her way down her torso. She spent several minutes occupied by the firm pliant breasts, suckling and biting the nipples, causing thicker sighs to come from Miranda. Then she slid her tongue across her firm tummy, over her long lean navel, then through her soft tangle of sticky dirty blonde pubic hair and onto her swollen pussy lips. Miranda oohed and aahed. Then she hummed when Kristen straddled her head, and she was presented with Kristen's lovely juicy cunny. She delved in as Kristen pressed it on her face. They moved from sliding tongues as deep inside as possible to tickling and twirling about the clits. They were driving each other near the brink. 

"Eric had stripped naked, and his hard red dagger was ready to be embedded in something. He carefully nudged the two women so that they turned over. Miranda was now on top with Kristen's face still between her thighs still licking away. Eric lifted Miranda's long narrow ass and pulled his dagger inside with one giant thrust. After a few slow thrusts, he quickly sped up and was pounding his pelvis rapidly, slapping against her ass and rippling her flesh with each impact. Kristen clung to her strong hips, and licked her clit and up to Eric's shaft and back. Miranda's tongue had retreated from Kristen's honey pot as she cried out, shivered and froze, cumming mightily. Eric continued to pummel his wife with fast hard strokes. Kristen aided his ecstacy by working her tongue exclusively on his shaft and balls. Her ministrations and Miranda's twitching orgasm I imagine was too much to hold anything back, and Eric made one final push and was grunting out his pleasure as he spurted out his pleasure juice inside his wife. Kristen kept her tongue attack on both of them, keeping their sighing going. When he gently slid out the dagger, Kristen tasted the mix of juices."

"Mmm, good!" said Kristen, with a wink at Jim. Then she got caught up in the pleasure down below. Her cunny was being vigorously licked and sucked by Vic. She let out a long groan, sucked in her breath, then let it all out like the moment of death, a large escape of air as she shivered in orgasm. Once her breath was found, she said, "Oh God, Vic."

Vic smiled up at her between her thighs with a wet grin. "So you didn't cum? I mean with Miranda?"

"Nope. But Miranda said it was the best orgasm she ever had, didn't she Jim?"

"Yep."

"And you Jim," asked Vic. "Did you cum?"

"Yeah. It was such an exquisite vision. I flogged my monkey into submission and made a mess on their wooden floor."

"And so?..." asked Vic.

"That was it," said Kristen. "As far as Eric and Miranda and me, that was it."

"Me too," said Jim.

"Really?" asked Connie. He nodded. She kissed him. "Good boy."

"I had a chance to have a break, to recuperate after being attacked repeatedly over the last few months by my insatiable lovers."

"I never heard you complain before," said Connie.

"Well I am nearly as insatiable as you."

"Nearly, hunh?"

"Goddamnit, so what happened? What about the glow?" asked Vic with growing impatience.

"Kristen?" said Jim, handing her the ball, so to speak.

"What about no kissing and telling?" said the glowing, grinning Kristen.

"Fuck that," said Vic.

"Okay. Okay. I'm just teasing. Here goes." Vic lay back with Kristen as Kristen spoke up at the ceiling.

"Our appointment to view the new massage tables was at two, which it nearly was while we were still naked in bed recovering. I glanced at the wall clock and made it known we were probably going to be late. Though, as you know, I have an aversion to being late, everything seemed so casual in Woodstock that I didn't think it was a big deal. But everyone else freaked out. Lots of shits and fucks as everyone threw on their clothes and pulled me out of the house. I figured this Don must be some scary guy. And I figured right.

"I was trailing behind the rest of the group. I could understand Jim feeling the pressure to make the appointment, but Eric and Miranda? They were there for the ride more than I was. But they all ran inside the big workshop. We couldn't have been more than twenty minutes late, but this big low gruff voice echoed out of the building yelling about our being late. How he didn't have the time for lackadaisical people who didn't appreciate how hard he worked, and how it was a big fuck you to be so late. As I entered the workshop, Jim was apologizing profusely, but with a strange smile. I figured it was because of the beautiful massage tables before him. But I learned that was only part of it. I soon learned what Jim already knew. Beneath the gruff exterior hid the gentlest man I have ever met. The first glance I saw a man of gigantic presence. Not nearly as tall as Jim, but big. He has the kind of big gut that at first glance you might mistake for fat, but it isn't. Not at all. Muscle. And a big face. A wild beard and wild long dark black hair streaked with gray. He caught me with his stern eyes and the eyes transformed into two beautiful blue pools of light. He half smiled through his gruffness. I was beguiled. The guy was big and hairy and dirty. But the dirt was from the work he did which surrounded us. Beautiful work. Poetic cabinets and chairs and hat racks. Exquisite. He is not a handsome man. Kind of troll like. Ogre like. But exquisite. Beautiful. We stared into each other's eyes. There it was. You think it could never happen. Especially not at my age. Or his for that matter. Same as mine. You know. Love at first sight.

"It was almost funny. Suddenly the business which had made him so upset was a distraction. When he broke the stare, he quickly accepted Jim's apology, humbly accepted everyone's praise for the tables, took the money, arranged for the brothers to truck the tables down to the city on Sunday, and dismissed everyone. Everyone except me. 

"He walked up to me. He told me his name. I told him mine, ignoring the apology of Jim for not introducing us. He asked if I liked tea. I accepted. He took my fairly long hand into his and it disappeared. I felt the calluses. Through them I swear he could feel my healing energy. He asked if I was a healer as he led me into his living area. Amazing. I said I was a specialist, a gynecologist, but was also into holistic medicine. He drew everything out of me as we sat and he fixed us the tea and we sipped it. I barely noticed how delicious it was, noticing how delicious this craggy big man was. I didn't notice Jim and everyone leaving. I didn't hear if they asked if I was coming with. All I noticed was Don.

"We talked. I learned about his rugged rural life. His love of wood. His love life. The women were few and far between. He loved them. They left him. I couldn't see it. Such a gentle man. He said he never felt the way he felt with me. We hadn't even gotten intimate except for the penetrating stares and the deep conversations. 

"I asked if he wanted to try out one of his tables. He smiled and walked into the workshop, shedding clothes. I found his bathroom and grabbed a towel. By the time I was in the workshop he was naked on the table. His large tight rugged body lay before me. I felt the dew of my pussy already running down my thigh. I asked him if we were private. He laughed. He said no one comes there without an invitation, but he had bolted the door quick before getting on the table just in case. I covered his manhood which lay soft and thick on his thigh. I had to cover it or I would have no concentration. As it was I nearly forgot the oil. He had some under the sink. I walked fast to retrieve it and returned to his side. My clothes were tight so I asked if he minded if I got naked. He didn't mind. He watched me get naked. I saw the towel rise and begin a throbbing tenting over his groin. My heart pounded and my pussy vibrated. He liked what he saw. I took long deep breaths to calm myself. I asked him to close his eyes.




Plain Jane & Nerd Jim Grow Up Ch. 09



"I had never done a more difficult massage. His muscles were big and hard all over. And the biggest and hardest was his love muscle which eventually lifted the towel a good eight inches. I enjoyed the work, the touching of his skin, the stroking of his muscles. I loved discovering every inch of his body. Except the engorged part. I would discover that soon enough. But it was a relief to me when he turned over so I could work on his back. Not that it got any easier. His back muscles were so thick I needed my elbows to get any depth inside to soften them. As I worked on his buttocks, my hands would slip down across his anus and over his balls and touch his mammoth pole. It was really by mistake except I was too gentle to have really slipped. My hands had minds of their own. Then when I was working the back of his thighs and legs I noticed a subtle humping of the table. I couldn't take it any more. 

"I told him to turn over. The towel was long gone. His cock stood up proudly like an excited soldier, red with the heat, pulsing. I told him I had one more muscle to work on. I poured oil over my hands. I rubbed his balls, which were in a big hairy sack, larger than I had ever seen, just like he was larger. I rubbed the base of his cock. I pulled the head of the giant hard meat into my mouth. My lips did the massage on it, gently caressing the huge helmet, sliding down farther on the shaft. When his cock hit the back of my mouth I quickened the massage, rubbing my hands up and down the shaft just below where my lips could reach. Then I sent his huge muscle down my throat for a couple of strokes, all I could take, before pulling it out and kissing and licking it all over. I did this three times, faster and harder each time, until he panted out a warning. I licked the tube in which the liquid would come up his cock with an insistent need while gingerly rubbing his balls. I felt the balls expand and contract. His cum pulsed through his cock and splattered out the end, flying straight up and back onto his heaving stomach. As the torrent quieted along with his sighs, I coaxed the last of the cum out with my mouth, tasting its bitterness. It tasted like a liquid given as a gift only to me."

"I thought you would never go against the no sex rule of massage!" said Jim.

"Me too," said Vic. "But shut up darling. Let her tell more."

"Me too," said Kristen. Her voice was breathy. She eyed Jim's hard naked club. She licked her lips. "Come here with that," she said, beckoning him to the side of the bed. The hand gesture was clearly at the level of his cock. When it neared her, she grabbed hold. "Closer." She took it into her mouth, one hand guiding it inside while the other stroked her cunny. Vic saw the masturbation and assisted with her tongue. Kristen brought the club to the back of her throat and sucked it in and out quick and hard, pulling on its shaft, desperate for it to explode. It didn't take long. Ropes of cum pulsed from Jim's throbbing club and splashed inside her mouth. She was cumming too hard to swallow his profusion of liquid. Her moans vibrated against his cock making his orgasm even more exquisite. Once the rippling aftermath of orgasms ended, Jim began to retreat. Kristen took hold of his softened cock. "Stay," she said. He lay beside her, her hand gently stroking his ultra-sensitive cock, as she continued her tale.

"Once he had recovered he saw I was weak with passion I had never been so horny in my life. He picked me up in his humungus arms and lifted me all the way through his house to his bed. He laid me down on my back, pulled my legs apart and slid his giant soft tongue inside my sopping pussy. He touched my clit, flicked it, and I was screaming in orgasm. I had been waiting all day for that tongue to touch me there. He started gently fucking me with his tongue. He kept at it until I felt myself rising onto a new pinnacle of pleasure and when he pushed his tongue against my clit again, I was cumming.

"His meat had risen again and he plunged it hard inside me, all the way. I suddenly felt a lovely fullness. He commenced a steady in and out. I told him to go faster, to push harder, to fuck me into oblivion. He flipped me over so that my ass was high up and he pulled me open with his strong hands, opening up my pussy like an oyster and he pummeled his big thick cock in me. Minutes later I was buzzing with another loud orgasm. He continued his assault, his thighs slapping against my ass. I was getting near another one. So soon. I had never experienced anything remotely like it. I insisted he turn me back over. I wanted to hold his large body as he fucked me. I was on my back again, holding him. My arms were around his thick back. My legs wrapped around his thighs. It was as if I was in midair, my body flying against him, pulling him deeper inside. I felt every inch of his massive cock penetrating and retreating. Oh god, Jim, fuck me. Fuck me hard." Jim crawled between her legs and thrust deep inside, fucking her hard as she had commanded. Somehow through her panting, and despite her nearing orgasm, she continued.

"Oh god yes! I felt every fucking ripple of his massive cock sliding against my most sensitive hole, deep long deliberate strokes. In and out. Deeper and deeper. He was hitting the mouth of my cervix. I wanted him all the way inside. I wanted him and me to be one. I moved in unison with his strokes. I was finding the pinnacle again. I was swimming into it. I was drowning in it. I was cumming like never before. I was gone. Oooooh fuck Yeah!!!!" As Jim pushed his club tight against her, pushing up at the highest point of her pussy, his pubic bone crushing hers, she stopped her pants, her breath, until a keening sound came, transforming into a deep moan. Jim felt the myriad contractions inside her pussy from her orgasm.

Moments later she was returning to the world. Jim slowly slipped his still fully engorged cock out of her. She moaned at the feeling, but when he was out, she was over it. She was incredibly relaxed. 

Vic, busy strumming her clit and pumping her fingers inside turned over and thrust her needy pussy into the air. "Fuck me now, Jim. Fuck me with that big hard cock." Again he sank his cock all the way inside, this time it was between the dripping lips of his love. His hands held her hips as he fucked her. "Oh yeah. Oh yeah. So good. So good." She repeated at the rhythm of his pumping which quickened and pounded. Her lovely pale ass cheeks slapped against his thighs each time he sent his club deep as possible inside her. Her fingers continued strumming her clit, feeling his endless shaft sliding inside and out. Kristen slid her hand under Vic's big soft breast and twisted her nipple. "Unh! Unh! Unh!" Vic groaned and lapsed into a powerful orgasm. The rippling feeling inside her cunny walls sent Jim over, pushing his cock deep inside, splattering the depths of her pussy with his cum. Once the last of his juices squirted he slipped out of her, their liquid pooling onto the bed beneath them. Vic collapsed face first onto the bed. Jim stepped off the bed and unsteadily walked over to Connie, kissed her lovingly and warmly and sat beside her.

"So then what happened?" asked a breathy, happy Vic.

"Sleep. More love making. More sleep. More..."

"Oh God!" yelled Connie. "My water broke!"

"Hot water! Lots of towels," ordered Kristen, leading Connie to the bed and looking between her legs. Naked Vic and naked Jim ran chaotically about the apartment. "Call an ambulance, Jim. This little one's got a big head."

Kristen kept Connie as calm as she could while waiting for the ambulance. When it arrived, Jim, fully dressed, and Connie, still in her damp robe, took off to the hospital. 

After hours of painful labor in which Jim approximated empathy, and the eventual caesarean section, Mother was finally with child, and Father looked down beaming love at the lovely though totally spent Connie beaming love at the newest human being in the world, their daughter. The moment was worth the nine months, and even the nine last hours of agony. All was good.



Plain Jane & Nerd Jim Grow Up Ch. 10



Jane was as nervous as anyone involved in the grand opening party for the Clinic. The dance performance concluding with the naked pas de deux was well rehearsed. It was to be the centerpiece of the evening, and was intended as a memorably controversial moment, at once beautiful and risqué. Luke and Jane and especially Harry enjoyed polishing the finale, finishing the rehearsals with it and the inevitable menage a trois which followed, where Harry could polish his cue. Harry was particularly enamored of the post rehearsal sex, continually exploring his desires in relationship to Luke. Jane was slowly being put in a place of odd man or woman out. And with the growing frequency of the spats between Jane and Harry, she was wondering if the old familiar pattern was continuing. Had she again put herself in an abusive relationship? Harry had never hit her, and she was as much to blame for the volatility of their relationship, but maybe that was the point. Maybe she was creating the arguments. Maybe the pattern was inevitable because she couldn't help creating it. 

The possibility of seeing Jim the morning before the opening party was doubtful, but Jane needed Jim. Why had Jim and she hardly ever fought? Why hadn't the pattern began, if she was responsible for it happening in her life over and over again in New York, with her first relationship, with Jim? Even when they broke up, it was without any antagonism. They embraced the change, the fate, the inevitability of their parting, as a moment of maturity. Painful, yes, but she felt her strength of character and saw Jim's strength. Thoughts chased around her head while searching through the new clinic/studio complex for Jim. She couldn't find him. The feelings continued to well up inside her. When she reached the top floor, the residence, she entered the first bedroom and found Connie in bed. 

"Connie!" she said. Her eyes flowed with tears.

"Shh! Don't wake the baby," said Connie, laying as comfortably as possible near the edge of the large bed, nearest to the cradle. Inside the cradle Madeleine, the week old infant, slept. Connie looked wrung out, the pain of the operation still lingering. But she saw her old roommate needed comfort. "Careful," she said, gesturing to the remainder of the bed.

Heeding Connie's advice, Jane crawled gingerly over to her, lying down beside her. Connie's small hand moved Jane's large blonde head onto her chest. Connie's comparatively large breasts, larger than ever as they were filled with the baby's milk, were soft pillows. Connie's fingers stroked through Jane's fine hair as Jane continued to weep. 

"I'm sorry, Jane. It's too much," said Connie, gently moving Jane's head off her chest. Jane moved her long body to envelope Connie's petite body from behind. She kissed Connie's head through the black hair. "That's nice," said Connie. She could feel the dampness on her scalp. Jane's tears. Not the kisses. "Okay, what's wrong?" Connie's voice was a touch edgy.

"I'm sorry," Jane whispered roughly through her tears

"No. touch my head, massage it like you're doing with your lips. That's nice. Now tell me."

"It's been too long since we talked, hasn't it?" said Jane.

"Too long. Seems like years with all that's happened," Connie said, glancing lovingly at Madeleine. 

"Hasn't it been?"

"Not even a year. Nine, ten months. Since a little bit before conception."

"Of course," Jane said, swallowing her tears, suddenly overcome with the love represented by the quiet sleeping Madeleine. Connie leaned her head back, and tasted the tears and felt the heat of emotion on Jane's lips.

"We never kissed before," said Jane.

"See what we've missed."

They kissed again.

"So tell me." Connie said as she settled back. 

"It's Harry," Jane whispered in Connie's ear. "I think he's losing interest in me."

"No way. "

"I'm beginning to think I'm the wrong sex."

"Shit."

"Yeah."

"Then he doesn't deserve you."

"I don't know. I don't know if he's gay. I think it's me."

"That's bullshit!" Connie exclaimed, a little too loudly. They both tensed up as noises were heard from the cradle. A little cough and the tiny body shifted and was quiet again. "That's bullshit," Connie said quietly.

"Okay. Let me explain. Just let me talk for awhile. I'm all confused so it may come out in fits and starts, but let me let it out." Connie nodded under Jane's lips.

"You know the story. My past relationships. You probably saw all the shit I was doing to myself with my choices in men and the abuses I let myself into for way too long. You probably saw it coming before I could looking from the inside. But I bet you never saw Harry as another one. 

"Harry and I fell in love. It was love like I hadn't felt since I was with Jim." Jane could feel Connie tense up. "I have to talk about Jim and me. I'm trying to make sense of it. I make no claims on Jim. I know how much he loves you, and its stronger and deeper than I ever had with him." Jane felt Connie relax. "Harry and I enjoyed talking and fucking. I enjoyed his naiveté, his virginity, I guess. But he's a fast learner, and things haven't been as fun for awhile. When Luke came into the picture, there was a bit of spice, but that particular flavor seems to be enjoyed more by Harry. Harry and I aren't hand in hand going down the road together exploring.

"Exploring, adventuring, discovering each other's bodies, how Jim and I responded to each other. I see Jim now like we were great friends who were teaching each other about sex. Sex was intimate and fun. I never got tired of making love, and he never tired of me."

"Jim, tired of you? He never gets tired period," said Connie.

"No, he doesn't, does he? So maybe that's it. I expect an endless sex game, and instead I find habits and patterns. I expect a man to listen and respond to me, and I get a normal male ego demanding his time. Which is fine. As long as he gives me mine. And those times match somehow. Jim and I, we fit." Jane felt Connie's head nod. "You too? Jim's a loving man." 

"Too much of a good thing. I've had to share him since the beginning. You, your mother, Kristen."

"And guess what? It's you he truly loves. Everyone can see. He melts in your presence."

"God, the worst part of our relationship was the pain of loss I felt every time he was in your mother's bed. But when I moved in with them, I discovered his need. He needed me as much as I needed him. Whatever happened, he always returned to me, ended the night with me, and it was his choice. I would have hated it not to have been, but I wanted him, I want him so much that I probably would have found a way to adjust. But I never had to. I think he really wanted to be with me, to make my bed his bed. And I discovered sharing him wasn't just okay. I learned to love it, to get off on it. He made me cum watching him make your mom and Kristin cum." It was Jane's turn to tense up. "Hitting too close to home. I have a big mouth." Connie felt Jane's hot lips and tongue against her mouth.

"Feels just right to me," said Jane, smiling. They kissed again. It was long, with Connie's tongue darting out into Jane's mouth. Their tongues tangled. They were feeling the pleasure of their soft lips meeting as a throb in their pussies. Jane reached her long narrow hand into the loose opening of Connie's night shirt and caressed her breasts. A bit of liquid was felt at the nipples. Mother's milk. Jane's fingers rubbed together, lingering on the texture of the warm liquid. They twisted Connie's teat.

"Mmm," Connie murmured. Jane enjoyed the vibrations of Connie vocalizing pleasure against her lips. She pushed her groin against Connie's shapely ass cheeks. Her hands became more aggressive on the soft rich flesh of Connie's breasts. "Mmm, that's so good. Not too hard or I'll be squirting out Madeleine's milk all over the place." Jane eased off a little. She gently twirled her nipples. "Good. Unh yeah. So what you're saying is..."

"What I'm saying is there's no Jims for me. He's spoiled me. Even Harry, who I thought was my prince in shining armor, has started to move on to greener pastures. And like all my men except Jim he's doing so by being mean and angry. But if it's the same old pattern, I must be involved in its creation, in its repetition. Maybe it's the sex. Maybe it's like a microcosm of our relationship. It loses its zest, its surprises. I find it lacking and I project my frustration, and my partner with his male ego is pissed off."

Connie, suddenly excited, tensed up. Jane moved her hand from Connie's breast. Connie took Jane's hand and guided it back. She turned her head so that they could kiss again, a long gentle voluptuous kiss.

"So tell me", Connie said in her high, excited but pleasant voice. "Three things. Oh this is fun." Jane's right hand, the hand on Connie's breast, was moved by her small hands down to the dark hair between her thighs and the moistening, warming hungry mouth the hair adorned. Jane left hand replaced the traveling hand on Connie's breasts. Adjusting her left arm which was underneath Connie's neck to do so, she was embracing Connie with a hard but loving pressure all along her soft curving torso. 

"Three memorable sexual moments," Connie continued. "One, a brief fling. Number two, a high point with Harry. Number three, Jim. Okay?"

"Okay," said Jane. The sadness had gone, vanquished by Connie's crazy suggestion. "Oscar. He was a mulatto with a beautiful dick. It was long and strong. Not thick, but what a weapon. As soon as I got to know it, I would glance down to a dressed up Oscar every time we met to see if it was still hard for me. The guy had eternal bulge. The first time we did it, it was a bit cold and impersonal, like we were shopping, comparison pricing. I liked what I saw. His dick was gorgeous, but so was the whole package. Lean and strong like his dick. Strong torso. His face had a long elegance. He was an older guy, probably too old for me. Too set in his ways and his expectations. In great shape, though. Must have been that way for a while. Real arrogant piece of work. A real narcissist. A cocksman. He was smooth, swept me off my feet, which at the time were easily swept, being on the rebound from a particularly harsh relationship, and needing a soft landing.

"Yes Oscar was a cocksman. He got me off beautifully the first time, tonguing me to an elegant orgasm and fucking me perfectly to his own. Cold and calculating. Pleasurable. I enjoyed it enough, and his clever banter, to negotiate a second time.

"The second time wasn't a whole lot better, which is to say it was satisfying sexually and visually. He was a handsome man. But my heart was not moved.

"The third time was the charm. I decided right off if I wanted the guy I would have to turn the tables on him. I would be cunt master or mistress or whatever. Having learned a little of his habits, I knew a good time to surprise him. I knew when he was alone at work. It was cold that day, and I was bundled up. Without even removing my winter hat, I walked right into his graphic studio, knelt down and unzipped his slacks. Pulling them down with his underpants, his stiffening dark dagger swung up in front of my face. I licked the underside, just below the helmet. Watching his reactions intently, I saw the look of surprise change to thrill. My lips closed over the head, and I sucked him off while he sat at his drafting table. Lips sucked in the expanding helmet until it bounced against the roof of my mouth. The dagger retreated. I licked the head, gently tickling it's little mouth. Then suction prevailed. Pulling it in and out with the suction in my mouth, I went wild on his cock. My rapid fucking pulled it into my throat and out. Our eyes kept contact, and I could see I had pulled him from all defenses. His face was contorted with pleasure. He was ready to explode. No careful withholding of his seed for the perfect timing. I held his balls, feeling them filling, and then felt them rising and contracting. His cock pulsed against my lips. His bitter fluid filled my mouth. What I didn't swallow trickled out around his throbbing, softening pole. The sticky substance dampened the pubic hair at the base of it, eventually spreading into the wrinkled but taut hairy ball sack.

"I stood up in the empty space, and stripped for him. My dance of the seven veils. Layer upon layer of clothing was removed from my body. My shape appearing more and more naked with each removal. Occasionally I would glance out the window, open to the street, a couple stories up, wondering if I was being watched. I had my audience of one, but I was performing for the world. The soft rock from the radio was sensuous enough for the solo, and my dancing did its best to heat up its cool center. It and Oscar needed some fire. Thrusting my pelvis and twirling my tits, I tossed aside my muffler. My hat slowly slid across my face, sliding past my lips, caressing them. My tongue playfully darted out to touch the rough cotton. The zipper of my black leather jacket proved a sensual device. Opening it, I thrust out my breasts as if my body was emerging from its cocoon. Letting the jacket drop and sliding it out from under my feet, I slowly unbuttoned my sweater, a pretty Bohemian wool affair, striped subtly by pastels over its off white. Flinging it away, I revealed more of my dancing tits. The skirt took a few sexy seconds of unzipping before it hung loosely on my undulating thighs and puddled at my feet, to be kicked aside. My black long sleeved silk blouse was opened, button by button, revealing the pale flesh and my black bra containing the moving tits. I reached back, lingering, thrusting my torso forward in a flow of provocative contortions as my fingers found the clasp and undid the lacy bra, letting my pale breasts hang and swing freely. My nipples throbbed in the chill air. I licked my lips. Oscar's wonderful dagger was bouncing in front of me as it expanded, returning to true hardness. Leaning down, my face was inches from his dick. My tongue stuck out and touched the dark purple head. It bounced up away before settling back down in the trench my tongue formed to lick the perfect cock. Meanwhile my hands finished getting me naked. Black panties rolled off over my big bum and down my never ending legs."

"You have a lovely bum, so high and firm like a model," said Connie as she loosened up Jane's pants and slid her small hand inside. As Jane talked, Connie had moved onto her back and then faced Jane. She had undone Jane's blouse and was fingering the nipples inside Jane's bra. When the little fingers of her other hand found Jane's labia, she took hold, finding the climb greatly improved for both herself and Jane. Even the mountain created by their two libidos was gaining heights of pleasure. They kept climbing to their orgasm.

"The movements of my strip tease remained," continued Jane. "Thrusting and rolling my hips and my tits. Only the strip had been completed, and soon so had the tease. I jumped on him face first, my lips giving another kiss to the sublime hardness as I tore off his pants and underpants. Then I pounced. My legs were around the back of his chair. My pussy hovered above his angry purple helmet, thick and bulging with anticipation. I took his hands and brought them to the meeting place of our hungry sexes, letting him guide his between the lips of mine. The cock's slide inside was divine, heavenly. My body coursed with shooting threading capillaries of pleasure, spreading slowly everywhere. His fingers held me open. Their pressure against my pussy intensified the pleasure. My hands took hold of his strong neck and shoulders, lifting up and down. The dagger sunk blissfully against the edges of the giving, oily sheath. I loved the hard thrusts. When his hands and the opening and closing of his legs took over as the engine of fucking, I unbuttoned his white office shirt. His head plunged between my tits and shook back and forth like a most desirable no, mouth sucking, lips biting, tongue whirling around my chest and my fleshy jugs. I adjusted the angle of my pussy's descent until the dagger had managed to stroke along my clit, causing an electric thrill to course through me. Continuing to plunge deeply, his cock began to hit the place inside my needy cunny. That made me quiver. We were completely lost in the fucking, speeding it up and making it reckless. He sucked hard on my nipple as I twisted his nipple with my fingers. Oh it was, oh it was perfect. Oh. Oh. Oh. God Connie that's so good. We kept the crazy rhythm, fucking for what seemed like hours. Hours of heaven. My thighs squeezing together around his hips, I narrowed the space inside of me, giving him more friction, filling me up more. 

"At last he caught hold of his orgasm. First bouncing me high, nearly off his dagger, then it pierced back deep inside. There it sprayed out his thick white nectar. He yelled out his pleasure, pressing hard into me, pushing his pubic bone against my clit, his cock throbbing. The wildness of his orgasm triggered my own, and I was cumming all over the place. Oh it was so hot."

"You are so hot. And me." Connie guided Jane's long narrow fingers for a moment before leaving her to continue her gentle strokes."

"Mmm. You are!" Jane said and laughed.

"So what happened to the gorgeous Oscar?"

"Typical male ego. Narcissus. Staring at his own reflection. Tightening his abs. We did feel close after my crazy seduction, but it never got better. Stayed the same. Got worse. I got in his way. He found another, prettier, younger girl to seduce and conquer."

"Prettier?"

"I wasn't so pretty. I didn't feel pretty. Not until Jim...She wasn't as pretty as you." They kissed. "I could never compete with you. You're so beautiful and clever and smart. He deserves you. But goddamnit Connie, it's like I need him. He loves like no other." Tearing up again, Jane began to rise.

"Stay. This is Jim's bed. My bed. There's love here enough to share. Besides, we still have two more stories to go." Connie negotiated Jane's body back beside her. Hands held Jane's face and lips kissed away the warm tears. Lips descended to meet Jane's, feeling the heat, tasting the salt. She guided Jane's hand back to her cunny. It's dryness pulled Jane away. Connie led it back. "Gentle," she whispered.

Jane's laugh penetrated her despair. She was game to continue. "The best fuck with Harry was an all day affair. I don't mean all day fucking. Anticipation was what it was all about. First of all, we hadn't really seen much of each other for a week. Even though we slept in the same bed, one of us would be sleeping when the other got home, or one of us would wake while the other one slept. I was working full time for awhile at the publishing house. Harry was ensconced in classes and the homework was especially time consuming. So we made a date, which was fun in itself. We'd been together four months, and had gotten to know each other maybe a little too well, falling into habits and stuff, so the idea of a date was refreshing. And the date was an all day affair.

"We met up in Central Park by the boat rental where we had first met. Purposefully, we didn't travel together, but met up. It was noon. We had thought about canoeing, but there was an early chill in the air. We had ourselves a picnic. I brought the wine and Harry brought sandwiches and the blanket.

"Yes it was very romantic. We ate and talked, caught up with our separate lives, discussed whatever popped in our heads, rediscovered each other. I would look at him, and it seemed as if he was glowing with love. His eyes sparkled. He was radiant. By the end of our picnic, we were clinging together, my legs wrapped around him, pressing together, touching each other discreetly, turning each other on. Heating up without exploding. 

"When we decided to move on, I kept him hard with little tweaks to his cock and sexy glances. He would stroke my thighs, cop a feel of my lusty pussy. This continued while strolling through the Metropolitan Museum Of Art. We slowly made our way through the museum, stopping at every bench that sat before one of the large paintings. Each chance we found not to be noticed we would grope each other. My hands massaging his pole through his pants. His hands tweaking my nipples and pressing against my vulva and rubbing. Our tongues found jolts of electric thrills as they tangled outside our mouths. We didn't risk a full on kiss for fear our lips would never part, and we would be humping in front of the poor innocent museum patrons.




Plain Jane & Nerd Jim Grow Up Ch. 10



"Dinner was a quiet South American cuisine. Ecuadorian. Not a popular place, but the food was tasty. We were glad to find the restaurant before it disappeared. Being nearly the only customers, we touched and fondled to our hearts and sex organ's content. We had some moments of naked contact. His hand slipped inside my pants and under my panties and along my lips. I pulled out his penis and massaged it stiffer. Keeping ourselves ready but not fulfilled.

"After dinner, I kept his hard-on going through the walk to the Broadway show. It was some new play by an old playwright favorite of mine. Maybe a musical would have been better, less plot oriented, but I don't recall the play. It was we who were playing. The place was packed, so our fondling was discreet as possible. But with the blanket across our laps, we could do a little damage, though it made our intentions more obvious to our neighbors. So even with the blanket, we were discreet.

"After the play we scrambled for the first taxi we could get. There were enough so the wait wasn't too long, thank god. We felt the ogling eye of the driver, and he was relentless in bringing us into conversations. Again we fondled with discretion. A quiet throb had sustained itself for nearly twelve hours. I couldn't imagine how poor Harry's balls were doing, but I could feel the dampness of his pre-cum in his crotch.

"It was a day so full as to be wearying. We weren't tired at all. As soon as the apartment door closed, after removing my jacket and sweater, he unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it to the floor. His fingers delicately caressed my skin, weighing my breasts. He knelt down at my feet and removed my pants and panties and socks. Hopping out of my clothes one foot after the other, I was soon naked. His hands continued their caresses, across my backside, over my thighs. He pulled me closer. His lips kissed my pussy. I nearly collapsed, my hands holding me up by his shoulders. The tongue made my knees buckle. He lowered me to the floor and continued lapping his tongue and rubbing his lips up and down my pussy. Holding my bottom like a big sandwich, he pulled my pussy hard against his mouth, sending his tongue deep. Then he lapped up and over my clit. I was nearly cumming. A slow fuck began with his tongue as he pressed his upper lip up and down my hooded clit. The tongue emerged from the depths and darted beneath the hood, then returned inside. I was moaning deeper with every action.

"I felt the need for something larger and much more aggressive sliding in and out of my pussy. I told him to fuck me. I told him again and again, with each moaning breath. He lowered my bottom to the floor, undid and stripped off his pants. The long hard cock lifted high, nearly touching his abdomen. It was the most beautiful thing I'd seen all day. The aesthetic moment was brief. He was quickly between my thighs. I lifted my legs high and wide, giving him clear access to my needy pussy. His cock was needy, too. My hand led the swollen head to my throbbing pussy lips, and he pushed inside easily and all the way. After taking pleasure from the cock thrusting deeply inside, closing my eyes, noticing every palpitation, I opened my eyes and realized he still had his jacket on. I pulled open his shirt, sending buttons flying through the room. My arms encircled his naked torso beneath the open shirt and jacket. With me clinging, and with his cock firmly inside my pussy, somehow he pulled off the jacket and shirt and was at last naked on top of me. Continuing the languid pace, he stroked his cock in and out. It was a loving fuck. It built up my thrill of our connection, our intimacy. 

"I wanted it harder. A switch flipped inside my cunny, straight to my brain that got me to scream I wanted it hard. Told him to give it to me hard. He kissed me hard and wet and began to fuck me deeper harder and faster. The fleshy wet friction was driving me crazy, driving my over the edge of the huge plateau we had created all day. I burst out with a big groan. My whole body trembled in ecstacy, hot and flowing. I had never cum so long in my life. He was plumbing my depth the whole time. His strokes got clumsier and faster, and I knew he was about to explode. I told him to cum on me. He pulled out. He didn't touch it as the rigid meat stood high, then vibrated, seized by the flow of semen, rose higher and spewed. It lowered, then rose again to spew again. The hot sticky liquid cooled soon after it hit my breasts and stomach, pooling in my navel. The cum kept pouring out in spurts, more than I had ever seen anyone pour out. I wanted to see all of it. I knew he'd built up quite a load. I was definitely impressed. 

"My hands scooped up the cum from my tummy and fondled his still tall cock. I was slicking it up and helping it stay hard. He got the idea. He lifted my thighs so as to expose the wrinkled hole, which he explored and massaged with his finger dipped in cum. I let my sphincter relax. The circle of muscle opened. He slid the head of his nearly rigid cock inside, his long moan testifying to his pleasure. He gently penetrated deeper with each thrust. His cock got harder and thicker , or at least it sure felt that way. I sent fingers to fill my pussy, as full as my ass, some kind of balance of fullness. His hand joined mine, digging deep inside my pussy, stroking a place deep inside which sent me over again. When his cock strokes quickened, and ministration of my clit by my fingers matched his speed, I felt another orgasm sweep through me. And soon another. These were less strong, less long, but just as thrilling. It was the most wonderful sensations, the waves of lust washing through me. Oh that was good. You're so wet." 

"You're too good." Said a panting, orgasmic Connie. Her thick cum covered Jane's hand. They moved towards a kiss. The baby began to cry. They laughed. Connie leaned over the crib. Jane watched the short nighty creep up her wonderful round ass. She could swear Connie's pussy glistened. Connie lifted and cradled Madeleine, bringing her down to the bed. Opening up the nighty, she released her left breast for the baby. Jane watched Madeleine nurse.

"Go on," said Connie unsteadily, the sensations at her nipple effecting her demand.

"Okay. Let's see. With Jim, there's a few to choose from. Maybe the first time we tried anal. It was a couple months into our sex life. Jim's fingers had played with my back door, and I liked it. It brought me over more times than I can count. But you know how Jim is endowed."

"Yes I do. Well," said Connie, taking Jane's hand and returning it to her hot wet grotto. "Oh yes, that's good. It turns me on sometimes, little rushes of pleasure from the feeding. But ooh yeah, unh, good, yeah Jim's got quite the weapon. Vlad the impaler is what I like to call it. Our little secret. I never told anybody." Connie suddenly stiffened up, moving her pussy away from Jane's fingers. "Don't tell anybody."

"I won't. Shh. Everything's cool." They looked into their eyes. Connie relaxed.

"Sorry, it's just, you know, we need our little secrets. But I wouldn't have told you if I didn't trust you. And then I question..." Connie felt ashamed.

"I love you, Connie. Okay?"

"Yeah. "

"Jim and I had been a little afraid," Jane continued. "But we both wanted to try anal, you know, fucking.. Without saying anything, we decided on a night. It was weird, but somehow we knew it was the night for deflowering. We planned it without saying a thing. I provided the mood and Jim provided the oil. Jim put on our favorite Eno and massaged me, really well, with oil and everything. He was untrained, and he sure has gotten better, but his touch felt good and relaxing and trustworthy. I nearly passed out, but was quickly awakened when I felt his tongue touching and licking my outer labia. I was face down. I lifted my ass and opened my thighs. He plunged his tongue between my inner labia. I felt the tongue flip around, in search of my inner pleasure spot, which it licked most effectively. His fingers entered me and replaced the tongue. I was sighing into the bed. His tongue circumscribed my pussy, then played at my puckered little hole. It slithered inside, which felt really strange, but exciting. His fingers were strumming my g-spot to a throbbing pleasure. He kept at it for a long time, building me up higher and higher. Then he switched. He sank his tongue inside my pussy, and his fingers slid into my relaxing asshole. His tongue circled around my pussy lips, plunging in and circling again. His fingers were penetrating and rotating inside the back way. He was fitting more and more of his fingers inside. His tongue slid up against my clit and tickled it unmercifully, and I groaned my approval, as a wave was cresting in my body.

"Still pummeling my backside with his fingers, he slid up and encircled his free hand around my tummy. Balancing his knees between my thighs, his fingers not penetrating me guided his big cock inside my pussy. Ooh it felt too good. I was so open to him. Soon he was buried to the hilt and fucking me with long hard strokes. I knew he was feeling his cock with his fingers through the membranes of my rectum. He had told me he loved that. He steered his hand holding me so that his pointing finger pressed on my throbbing clit. His thrusts became faster. Both the finger and his glorious cock were driving me to the edge. Then he withdrew and began Vlad's assault on my opened up sphincter. 

"Once the head was through, all fear subsided. As his finger continued to play with my clit and other fingers were sliding inside my pussy, his cock sank deeper inside. He was slow and careful. I was so incredibly full of him. When I felt his thighs bounce against my ass, I knew he was all the way inside. I was moaning with the pleasure of my fullness. It was incredible. My moans contained words. I wanted him hard and fast. Hard and fast inside my de-virginized hole. He went into hyper drive. Panting above me, his thighs slapping against my ass, he was a piston of motion. Oohs echoed through the bedroom as I climbed up and over the precipice. I was cumming, and so was he. He held himself deep inside and washed those dark depths with his cum. I felt the pulsation of his cock against my sphincter. He probably felt my own pulsation. Ooh.

Jim licked her cunny between her busy fingers. "What..." Jane yelled, startled.

"Turn over, Jane" said Jim, his tone as soothing as possible. He coaxed her onto her hands and knees, Jane feeling slippery fingers. He was ready to oil her asshole. Connie had smiled and nodded to him. She wanted him to fuck Jane. Jane fine high ass was open and ready. Her fingers still played with her pussy. Jim's tongue played around them. It lapped up and down her pussy lips, lapping up her fragrant love juice. He gently coaxed her fingers away so the tip of his tongue could lap at her clit. Tongue strokes were getting her close to orgasm. She turned to Connie, who was smiling and looking quite excited. Jim's fingers were busy rubbing the top of Connie's pussy opening and sliding inside. Jane's mouth was near Connie's breast. Connie leaned over carefully, with the baby suckling the left nipple, and Jane moved the rest of the way to bring her lips to Connie's formerly unoccupied right nipple, and suckled on it. The taste of sweet milk triggered the beginnings of an orgasm. Jim sensed Jane about to cum and rose up between her thighs. He slid his club into the hot hearth, where it felt at home. His finger lubricated with oil slid easily into her asshole. The fingers of his other hand danced at the lips of Connie's pussy. Two strokes of his big club later, Jane groaned out her orgasm. Jim held his club deep, relishing the pulsating walls. 

As the ripples of pleasure quieted, Jim began plumbing her depths again with his massive tool. After several strokes, his balls were slapping at Jane's entrance. He maneuvered her ass to give his cock the most contact with her clit. Jane was close to another orgasm when he removed his club from the depths of her pussy and pushed it into her tighter depths. One hand fondled her pussy, the other still fondling Connie's, as his club descended into Jane's back hole. Once passing the barrier ring he plunged deeper and deeper, building up speed. When he began reaming her with long hard powerful strokes, her climb to climax neared the summit. His thighs slapped against her ass loudly. She let loose. She froze up as the orgasm shimmered and shook her body. Helped by the thrilling contractions he felt around his cock, he poured forth his jism, filling what space was left inside her rectum. What with the milk from Connie's nipple and the cum from Connie's cunny adding to the pouring out of juices, it was a wet moment christening their new home.

Once everyone settled down from their panting, and Madeleine had been satiated, Connie placed her back in her crib. They lay back together, Jim's naked body between his two lovers. 

Jane crawled over Jim's broad chest to kiss Connie. "Thanks, Connie. I needed that."

"What about me?" said Jim.

Jane kissed him with everything she had, lips and teeth and tongue. The club began to rise again from the heat of it. 

"Let's clean him up, shall we," said Connie.

"Rest," said Jane, once the kiss and its after effect throbs subsided.

"No, I should get something done. Move around. It'll be good for me." Connie coaxed herself out of bed. "Don't say anything until I get back," she said and disappeared out the door.

"Jim..." 

"Shhh."

"But..."

"Wait."

"Okay."

They waited a long five or a short ten minutes. Connie, steaming wet hand towel in hand, returned. She was pleased to see Jim's club at least at half mast. She cleaned him and stroked him. 

She said to Jane, "You want to know what I think? Just my amateur psychologist point of view. Harry is like the other men. You always get the artist. He is obsessed by his craft. Blinded. Can't see the woman who has chosen to be his mate. Looking for mirrors instead of conversations. He's just another monologue. 

"The first two moments you described showed you were in charge. You set it up. You dictated the terms. You made yourself naked before them, revealing yourself proudly. You took the command of stripping them, first bottom, then top. Those moments the men were presents for you. You were there in charge of orgasms, yours and theirs. Less memorable times, more common times, they were manipulating the pleasure. With Jim, you were naked together in a loving synthesis of desire.

"But I know you love Harry. I know you two have gotten inside each other's skin, you know, besides sex, you know, which is a given, okay? So if you want this to work, you're going have to get him pinned down talking to you. A real conversation. About why he may lose you. See what he does. See if he responds lovingly or defensively. See what you think of his response. See if he lets you respond to your response, you know? And so on. 

"And then you have to gather the information. Will he listen? Will he love? Are you what he wants? Most importantly is he what you want?

"We want you to be happy, Jim and I. We want you to know you are loved, despite everything, and because of everything. You're welcome here. There's plenty of room. Custom made."

"You and Vic were quite a team on the apartment," said Jim.

"Yeah. Who'd have thought. I mean, our tastes are like contrary. Maybe it's the lawyer in me."

"A synthetic process."

"You're not spouting Hegel, are you? You're full of surprises," said Jane.

"I mean, man, woman and child," said Jim. "You can't get more synthetic than that, except for all myriad of possibilities the thesis and the antithesis have at their disposal. And the synthesis as well, so..."

"So, why bother?" said Connie. "Except that each little meeting, or big meeting of Jane and Harry needs the full on cooperation of both to give fruit to the relationship. Both sides of the synthesis. Not frustrate it. With me and Victoria, we got synthetic. We got brilliant."

"Alright. I'll talk to Harry after the show. After the post-show fuck."

"Speaking of the show, I'd best be off. I gotta finish up the accounting setup. Make sure I covered the bases," said Jim

"Do you like being the accountant?" asked Jane. 

"Yeah, how is that going?" asked Connie.

"I like crunching numbers. Thank Harry for that. Made me discover my gift."

After a pause, Jane broke the silence. "I better head back home and get me some quiet time. I always have to let go the day of the show. Let it all out. Maybe that's why I'm here. See you.." Jane bounced into her clothes and left.

"She was distraught. She needed to be loved," explained Connie.

"You too," said Jim, with a Superman smile.

"Me too," said Connie, smiling back. She looked at the dwindling club a little sadly. They'd have to wait to play later. "Walk me to the study. I'm going to catch up on my law studies."

They dressed. Jim carried the baby and Connie rolled the crib to the elevator. One floor down they were in the big library/study where they took their places at their desks, placing Madeleine between them.



Plain Jane & Nerd Jim Grow Up Ch. 11



The opening day for the Riemer Clinic/Studio was a spectacular success. Jane's dance performance capped off a great open house. As much as the tours through the pristine facility were memorable to the crowd, with Jim, Dr. Anderson, Victoria, Harry, and Jane proudly showing off Riemer Studios & Health Clinic, along with the delicious catering via Victoria's connection with a fashion mogul, the dance performance was the crowning moment. The process of peeling away a garment with each dance piece, bringing the intimacy deeper with less and less dancers, culminating in the naked pas de deux with Luke, seemed to enthrall the audience. Seven short dances each stripped away a veil, with the eighth dance a climax of startling naked energy. There was no shame in the nakedness, only beauty of the bodies, the movement and the music. It was a triumph for Jane and Harry and Luke, a major social event. Major exposure in more ways than one. They were being viewed by both respected artists and their patrons. Jane's company, with its ties to her prestigious dance school, was of interest to the other choreographers in town. And the school, having children of affluence attending, created connections with wealthy NYC professionals. Jane's mother, through her great charm and beauty, had made quick friends with the people from her world of fashion. Models lured their gorgeous mates, film stars and rock stars. Jane and Luke, using Harry's avant garde music, performed for the elite of the most important city in the world.

The applause generated by Luke and Jane's pas de deux lasted for several minutes. Long enough for the threesome in the dressing room. Harry awaited his two lovers naked with Vaseline in hand. His cock was hard and slippery. The two sweaty still naked dancers tromped into the room, slamming the door behind them. Luke sat on the small chair that had been tested before. Harry kneeled before him and lubricated Luke's formidable shaft. Jane impatiently watched the application, fingers sliding inside her cunny, fingers stroking her nipples until they were taut. The excitement of the evening, culminating in the excitement of the pas de deux seemed to have centered itself between her legs. The greatest waves of passion she had ever felt pulsed there. Once Harry lowered his ass onto Luke's pole and it fully entered, Jane lowered her pussy onto Harry's rigid cock and felt his cock head entering deep inside. They were all sitting as if on a chair, but only Luke could feel its actual cold texture. The other two sat on flesh cushions which were penetrating them. 

Harry guided the movement, rocking his asshole on Luke's cock and lifting his own fierce arrow inside Jane's quiver. As his ass lifted up from Luke's pole, his pole sank deeper into her. At every moment for Harry there was a simultaneous penetration and retreat. The slapping flesh both beneath and on top of him echoed the applause outside. It was their applause to themselves. 

The fuck was intense enough to be nearly immediately orgasmic. Both sets of balls were throbbing with blissful tension, ready for release. For a moment the cum was held in, bringing on a sustained orgasm. Jane, sensing the imminent eruption, stroked her clit with her fingers. She slid the nub between the fingers, squeezing it while stroking it. As the applause began its quick descent into quiet, all fluids were released. With his magnificent muscles, Luke thrust up and released his cum. The flooding of his anus, and its thrusting moment, brought Harry's penis deep inside Jane's throbbing hole where it released all its pent up love juices. And Jane's cum flowed down over Harry's balls, dripping onto Luke's balls below. 

Red faces and chests from the pleasure, they all stood, allowing Luke and Jane to throw on robes and reenter the stage. The applause began again, slowly returning to a full on standing ovation. By the time Jane raised her hand to beckon Harry onto the stage he had managed to dress. Tears of joy, increased by her teacher bringing her flowers and a kiss on her cheek burst forth unexpectedly from Jane's eyes. Though they had tied their robes, it had been a haphazard job, and as Jane and Luke bowed to the applause, a tantalizing glance of sex organs revealed the flow of love juices down her thigh, and his red, shiny, halfway erect cock sliding along his. 

Maybe Don was getting old. He had never considered himself sophisticated in the arts, though he had witnessed some pretty cool performances of dance and music and theater during his years living in Woodstock. But he just didn't get it. 

"You didn't find it beautiful?" asked Kristen in her bedroom on the 4th floor of her new clinic. They had just entered her room when he revealed his bewilderment. She shut the door and began to undress. He unbuttoned his shirt. He stood beside the bed, turned down invitingly. She removed her jewelry from around her wrist and neck. She worked on the hook of her lovely elegant softly golden dress, her arms raised up stretched her beautiful body beneath the tight gown, but realized a loving assistant was near at hand. She walked over to him, sat on the bed beside him and turned her back, curling her legs under her, her meaty derriere resting on her feet. He unclasped the top of the gown and unzipped. His hands slipped inside the suddenly loose bodice and held her lovely substantial breasts, pressing her naked back to his naked chest. She leaned her head against his shoulder. They gently kissed a long, leisurely, loving kiss. 

"It was...they were...she was very beautiful," said Don once lips separated.

"And Luke, too?" asked Kristen with a smile as she untangled herself from his arms, walking back to the door where she had stood before. She let the dress drop, leaving her naked except for the short frilly white panties.

"Luke, too," he said, a bit embarrassed, enough to glance down from the view of his beautiful lover. Not embarrassed enough to look away for long. He undid his pants and climbed out of them. Kristen could see his big cock tenting the boxers. 

"Is that for me? Or is that for Jane? Luke?" she asked as she sauntered sexily up in front of him. She knelt down before him, as worshipful as Harry had been to Luke. She pealed away the shorts, revealing his mighty thick, mighty hard and getting harder cock. It bounced when revealed, bouncing again when he stepped out of his underwear. Instead of applying Vaseline, she applied the natural lubricant her mouth contained with her tongue and her lips. 

"But you know," said Don. "The sexiest thing is the little peeks, the promise of what's behind the cloth. A little bit of dress does wonders. Except when you're alone and touching and feeling the flesh naked." When her mouth bore down on his thick hardness, driving it to the back of her throat, he was silenced except for a throaty moan.

"So it didn't turn you on to see them naked moving against each other dancing?" she asked after releasing his cock. Her tongue dabbed at the little hole at the bottom of his cock head.

"Mmm, yeah, a little. But not nearly as much as seeing you naked," he said within his sighs. Her fingers gripped his girth, barely reaching around it, and they stroked up and down. Her lips played at the ridge of his helmet. His thick strong workers hands rubbed gently along her face and neck. He lingered on the breasts, lifting them, caressing the rising nibs with his callous palms. Their soft pliant weight was easily held. His hands descended down her chest and belly as he leaned over, careful to keep his cock within her encircling lips. His lips kissed down her backside to the place where her cheeks separated. The tongue emerged, played along the narrow flesh canyon until it grazed her small wrinkled orifice. When his finger slid along her clit and into her pussy, wet, hot, puffy and slippery it triggered her need to fuck her new lover immediately.

She rose up from between his thighs and straddled him, sending his ass down to bounce and settle on the giving bed.. Her legs crossed behind his muscled ass. Both his hands on her big strong cheeks and hers on his thick shoulders helped her pussy to ease down his massive hard on. All they could feel was his cock penetrating her. Slowly lowering her down his pole was the most magnificent feeling. A most anticipated and most welcome return visit. The kind of feeling you wish could last forever. Until she felt him fully inside her, stretching the inner walls, touching her cervix without threat, totally filling her, she had never known what true sexual bliss felt like. His tongue stroked her nipple. His mouth suckled. His finger pressed against her clit. She was cumming.

The ripples of orgasm he felt inside her were like the most subtle and intense fucking motions. They sent him off into a fucking frenzy. His thighs sprang her up and down on his lap. That wasn't enough. His hands lifted her up and down. He was crunching his pubic bone against hers with each thrust. Slowly the control transferred to Kristen. She was lifting herself up and down on his thick pole as he hugged her tight, their tongues licking the napes of each other's necks. Then their mouths pressed together hard. They wanted, beyond the cock inside, to completely intermingle flesh. The ecstatic, out of control kiss, the tongues uncontrollably lashing about inside each other's mouth along with fingers sodomizing each other got them as close as they could get to that goal.. 

When the orgasm hit him, Don fell on his back on the bed with Kristen holding her body tight against his. His ass rose up with immense power, fell and rose again and again and again, pushing along the top of her pussy, giving a pulsating friction to her clit and g-spot, until he stayed pushed up deep inside her and sprayed forth his pleasure liquid with voluminous spurts. 

She rubbed her clit against his pubic bone, pulling her pussy up and back, pulling his cum from him, and reaching for her own orgasm. She soon found it, echoing his throbbing cock with her own throbs, and his spurting with her own gush of fluid.

Only the second night with him, but when they settled together, her head nestling on his hairy chest, she felt at home. Her hands rubbed over his thick muscular abdomen, playing with his matted curly brown hairs at its base lovingly. She looked upon his broad hairy troll face with its cute and devilish eyes and its red cheeks. The smile they shared, the contact of their eyes, made her feel how the heart became the organ of love as it throbbed loudly spreading heat throughout her body. She could swear she could hear his throbbing beat, a slow tattoo, in perfect counterpoint to hers. She never wanted to leave. She felt more peaceful with him than she had ever felt before. When the throbbing slowed and quieted, she entered an easy sleep. He would be there in the morning and many mornings to come for the rest of her life.

The other post opening party bedrooms were another story. Victoria's was empty. Jim and Connie's was filled. The baby Madeleine was sleeping in her nearby cradle as Jim lay naked with Connie carefully easing his oily fingers into her delicate pussy. His head was towards the foot of the bed, leaning on his hand, the elbow holding it up as he watched the play of his fingers and the softening, engorging and dampening of her labia. At the head of the bed, where his cock rested near Connie's head, her hand, also well oiled, stroked his lengthening thickening club to full, monstrous erection. Her mouth only came into play when occasionally her tongue stuck out and touched the tip of his club, tasting the precum she was squeezing out of him. 

Meanwhile Victoria was sitting on an arm chair across the room, talking. The planning and execution of her successful party had tied her up in nervous knots, and she was loosening them. Her monologue played as background to her lover Jim and the mother of his child, Connie, while they masturbated each other. It made their sex play more leisurely, sustaining the plateau of pleasure which would gently rise and fall like the soft contours of a field. 

"God I'm glad its over," said Victoria. "I should be so exhausted I should topple off to sleep. But I can't sleep. So many exciting moments keep flashing in my head. Watching the clinic's books fill up with appointments. Making connections for shoots right and left. Seeing the change in people as they realized what a cool place we've got here. Seeing their stunned amazement at my lovely daughter's performance. Seeing the look of utter comfort on the faces of the beautiful women and men, dressed in towels, crossing the busy hall filled with dapper party goers as they went to the shower room. Naked men and women showering while the party was in full swing around them. Other naked men and women receiving your curing massage. God it was so weird and so great. The best party. We have to have more openings. Too bad we can't. Cocktail parties or something. Not too often. It'd kill me. Maybe shows. Or just society events. Benefits. We got to think on it Jim."

She watched, lost in her thoughts, just the barest throb of pleasure at her base of sexuality. Her fingers stroking her pussy through her panties were barely noticed by her consciousness. She watched as Jim's fingers plunged deeper and harder into Connie. He was leaning down, his head resting on Connie's thighs, his tongue flicking out to touch its tip to Connie's engorged clit. Her tongue spent more time bathing his club head as her strokes were firmer and faster. 

Suddenly Jim plunged his face into Connie's cunny. Connie could feel the groan, not hear it. It was muffled there. His cock got hotter and pulsed in her hand. She stroked harder. She placed the head inside her mouth and sucked as if she was sucking up his cum through a giant flesh straw. And the thick tangy liquid did come. It splashed inside her mouth. She swallowed some and squeezed the rest out where it dripped down her chin. 

For the moments of the club's spurting, Jim was stilled as his face pressed against her throbbing pussy. Then he suddenly pulled back just enough to ravish her. His fingers pushed inside her pussy lips searching and finding her g-spot. Fast licks up and down ended with his lips encasing her clit, sucking it into his mouth. He too was siphoning off her liquid orgasm. And he too was successful. A long animal moan stopped short at the first giant orgasm wave. Her generous cum covered his face. He greedily lapped up what he could of her sweet liquid, holding the uncontrollable gyrations of her ass as still as possible to do so. She finally settled back into the comfort of her post orgasm warmth. He turned himself around on the bed. They cuddled on their sides, spoon like, her small body curved within his big body. Safe. Peaceful.

The inner monologue outed by Victoria continued, creating a lull of sound that eased the two lovers to sleep. "Oh you two are beautiful. Oh I know what it means. I'm losing you Jim. I know how important you are to me. I know how important I am to you. We will always be lovers. I know your generosity. But how far will it spread now with little Madeleine? So beautiful. What a beautiful life.

"We should take a break some time, Jim," she continued after a pause. "A weekend like we used to. I need to let it all hang out. I think I could use something like that. It's been so long. It used to be so much fun. Wouldn't it be fun? Just you and me and the whole wide world. Mmm. Makes me horny just thinking about it." 

She licked her lips and her fingers stroked her nether lips. Her fingers slipped inside her panties and dug into her pussy. As she stroked at the top of her labia, she pushed her thumb against the hooded clit. It was bringing her closer and closer, but seemingly the target wasn't getting close enough. She abandoned her fingers to walk back into her room and find her vibrator. She hadn't made use of it for some time. Jim filled her up enough. Kristen drove her nuts enough with her tongue to not need further ways to pleasure. That night she needed its vibrating pressure. She sunk it in and it soon sent her over the edge and into oblivion.

Three months later, it was definitely time for a break. The place was doing well. Right off the opening party made its effectiveness obvious. It was busy. Most showed up for their appointments. The clinic was a success. People weren't being just nice, but were actually interested. Once the new clients encountered the place, they were more often then not into it. But some of course didn't become clients. And after the first time, which was the first time for everyone, then further appointments stretched over different times for each client. So there was a fairly drastic lull. They did gain more clients, and would continue to do so. A significant amount. Word of mouth and careful ad placement in the hippest magazines and newspapers gave them a reputation as the place to be. They got to know major players in town. Most especially they enjoyed a clientele in which they serviced the whole family, the wives, the husbands and the children of these movers and shakers. These were business owners and lawyers and teachers and artists. Actors, musicians. And they trusted the clinic with their family. So after the lull there were more and more appointments.

Both Victoria and Jim were busy every week. Jim was doing a lot of massages. Clients visited him once a week. Others less often but still on occasion. Others were a one time thing, some special present from a loved one. And then there were those who needed him two to three times a week. The more therapeutic the massage, the more Jim enjoyed it. He felt like a healer. So it wasn't profit which urged him to find the needier of clients. He sent missives and visited chiropractors and doctors and dance theaters and the such. That kept him busy too, and its success brought him more bodies. Not only that but he was the accountant, which he worked on every night for a couple hours, and one full day a week. 

Victoria's success at schmoozing enabled her to keep busy producing successful fashion shoots. She was always making new contacts, and looking around for new faces. She liked finding talent. She had created some fine models who followed her shots with lucrative contracts, which paid some wonderful finders fees. Those fees seemed to give her the biggest thrill, like an author getting paid the first times for a percentage of what she wrote. And finding interesting new photographers and set designers was also fun. Most weeks she was four days shooting, with two or more different talents behind the lens. Setting it all up was another day. And then the schmoozing. Yes, she and Jim were very busy people.

They had to get away. Vic had set it up. She and Jim were going out of town for a weekend. It was the first and most balmy days of summer. The spring nip was gone. One could enjoy the outdoors. So they took off for the Hamptons and some rich beaches. They joined a beach party in which Vic had finagled an invite. 

At first they were excited. The roar of the ocean waves impacting the sand nearby was a sensuous background to a cocktail party. And the people were beautifully dressed, in full display of their riches. In both senses. The clothes were current fashion and they displayed their wearer to full effect. The ladies, both young and old were quite beautiful. Their male counterparts, looking dapper as hell, were as often paunchy and plain as they were handsome and fit. 

Vic and Jim soon realized the dullness of the party. The guests seemed all too familiar with the trappings. The conversations were all so circumspect, well patterned, well honed. They also realized the cliquish quality. They would be hard pressed to lure any bodies away to their motel room. 

Luckily, they connected with a couple who wanted out. It would have been easy just to lure them to their room. Since the couple was flagrantly fondling each other in the midst of the party, Vic felt it would be okay to tell them the plan. She sensed they were as adventurous as anyone about sex. They thought it was wild, of course, and the idea seemed to turn them on all the more. When the four of them during a lull in communication glanced about the lawn, they all reached the conclusion they were by far the life of the party. Everything outside their space seemed awfully dull.




Plain Jane & Nerd Jim Grow Up Ch. 11



Gene was a cocky gentleman, nearing thirty, whose posture made it clear he kept himself in good physical shape. His ice cream suit beautifully draped his rock hard body. His bright blue eyes and curly sandy hair kept him looking young and attractive with an innocence that could be seen as only visual if one noticed the occasional mischievous flash in his eyes and ironic curl of his lips. Claudette was a classy raven hair broad in her mid twenties with a mouth watering body and voice that could make a cock rise. Soft and throaty. And a French accent thick as cream sauce. Her sexy body seemed to reverberate each time she spoke. Yes, it would have been easy to watch these two fuck. But Vic would lose the matchmaker part. She wanted to watch a new experience, as the victims discovered the treasures of each other's bodies for the first time. The couple led them to a local sports bar. This was the turf they needed. 

The place was a buzz with attractive women and men. The dance was removed from the mating ritual. No dance floor. If music was playing, it was well embedded in the atmosphere of seductive conversations. The Mat Sports Bar and Grill was a hardcore meat market surrounding the long redwood bar counter. Seductions were verbal at first, followed by careful manipulation of personal space. Vic studied the interactions from the semi-circle booth across from the counter. Jim was more interested in the couple who brought them, to whom they were sharing the booth. Gene and Claudette were fondling each other. Fingers slid along thighs with gentle rubs inevitably reaching the center spot where thighs ended and the hyper sensitive skin began. Jim had noticed the tent in Gene's ice cream suit pants with every rare glance down since they met. He had noticed the lovely subtlety in which Claudette's light cotton pastel blouse revealed parts of her sleek strong torso, or her light cotton skirt revealed her strong square ass. Claudette was wearing restrictive, desensitizing pantyhose until she stood and darted off to the toilet. When she returned she was sans pantyhose, and by the libidinous smile growing on Gene's mouth, sans panties as well. Her fingers described the shape of his cock still restrained by his pants and jockeys. The blue eyes of the mid-twenties black hair beauty closed. Her pink tongue languished across her lips. 

Jim's club expanded down the leg of his dark pants. He took Vic's well aged long and skilled fingers and brought them to feel his hardness. Smiling, Vic continued to study the scene at the bar while fingers did do their duty. She slid her thumb up along the ridge in his pants until it reached the bigger lump at the end. There her hand took hold and rubbed and pulled, increasing the length and the girth of the mighty club. Jim slid his hand across the nipples beneath her dress and bra until he reached her side. Gently he turned her to him. They kissed.

The kiss was as warm and loving as either had ever known. It spoke of their history together. It reflected the recent drastic changes in their lives and their relationship. Vic's daughter Jane's discovery of their relationship. Connie's superseding her place beside Jim as his mate. Connie giving birth to Jim's beautiful daughter Madeleine. The kiss told of the greatness of their love traveling so well through so many vicissitudes. The kiss was soft. Their tongues performed a slow dance together. The intensity built until they were slowly being drowned by lust. More a desire to physically complete their love. Unfortunately there was no comfortable way for Vic to straddle Jim. 

When the kiss ended, Jim turned Vic back to face the bar, pulling her onto his lap. His arms wrapped around her and held her to him tight. The forty year old Vic felt the kid again as she often did with Jim. Her hands went down to grab his ass and lift. He could feel the slit of her hot cunny along his cock through her panties and his pants as she squeezed down onto him. Both had thoughts of being outrageous and pulling away the obstructions and having Jim sink himself deep into Vic's cunny.

Because of Gene being farthest back in the booth, he was given freedom to release his cock without being obvious. Claudette unzipped and pulled it out. It was a fine instrument, tall and proud, a perfect penis. A little larger than normal, it still paled in comparison to the club of Jim's stretching down the leg of his pants. Jim watched Claudette's lithe fingers pull on Gene's cock. He watched Gene continuing to slide his dampening fingers inside her pussy and around the lips. Their beautiful blue eyes were glazed over and their lovely mouths were panting. With Vic ever so slowly sliding up and down his club with her hot panties covered pussy lips, Jim was feeling the earliest pressure of his balls filling with cum.

Vic too was loving the friction she felt at her nether lips. She had not had enough of that magnificent cock these last few months. Having it there again, there alone, soon to stretch her pussy open and make her scream with pleasure, made her blissfully happy. Whatever was to happen that night, she knew his club would be hers for as long as the night lasted and probably well into the next day. Glancing lustfully through the bar, she finally met the eyes of a likely victim. She unsaddled herself quickly and moved out onto the floor, without looking back at her love. She swayed towards the victim. The impression her love's cock made was manifested by the movement of her luscious ass. 

Jim watched her depart, seeing that the game was afoot. He too scanned the room, leaving his new friends to their caresses without his voyeur eyes. Their sighs were background music to his search. He spotted a petite red head who filled out her tight t-shirt and jeans with just the right voluptuousness. Rising from the booth, his cock in proud display stretching the fabric of his slacks, he walked over to her and gently tapped her shoulder. She had a full round cherub face which looked down, seeing the impressive swell straining his pants, before looking up. Her face changed over the few seconds before he spoke. Moving from fear to awe, it eventually revealed an open smile of desire.

"I have a booth over there if you'd care to sit," said Jim.

"Okay," she said. She liked this man. He seemed gentle yet sure. She liked the combination. Jim noticed her drink was nearly all ice. 

"What are you drinking?" he asked as he guided her to the table. 

"Long Island Ice Tea," said the cute red head as she sat.

"How appropriate," said Jim. She looked at him fetchingly but perplexed. He should have taken it to heart when she didn't get that she was drinking the namesake of where they were, that is, Long Island. Instead, he turned to seduction. "A girl after my own heart." Her eyes twinkled lustily. The intoxicating concoction he ordered at the bar was probably not her second. The girl wanted to get drunk and fuck. He hoped she wasn't getting too drunk. They would have to speed this up so she wasn't. 

"She's a cuty" said Vic as she sauntered up next to Jim at the bar. He leaned down and kissed her lips, which were hot. He darted a tongue inside, and she returned the gesture. His club returned to full hardness after a momentary softening. She tugged at his hardness, her fingers rubbing the pant leg. She ordered the double scotch for her victim, who she had sat beside the red head. 

Despite having received the drinks they remained at the bar for a few minutes.

"I hope they hit it off," said Jim. "She's not your body type or complexion."

"She is a hot little vixen, darling," said Vic. "Not to worry." They shared a wicked smile.

They kissed again. "He's a stud," said Jim blowing the words seductively into Vic's ear.

The guy in question had dark hair, combed carefully away from his face, which was handsome despite a big nose, either Italian or Jewish, and a thick but well maintained body. He glowed with a cocky confidence like a rock star. He was a bit small in stature, shorter than Vic, but probably felt no less seductive. The two victims made a cute couple, though they hadn't become one yet. 

Vic and Jim brought the two newest acquaintances their drinks. Both the young victims were surprised when the bearers of their drinks sat across the table from them. They introduced each other. Josh and Rachel. The introductions weren't completed because Gene and Claudette were locked in a kiss, their hands still busy driving each other crazy. Jim and Vic loved the looks on the faces of their newest friends when they discovered the actions of the newer friends. Vic returned to fondling Jim's giant lump. Jim slid his hand between Vic's hot thighs and traced her damp lips. They kissed with full on passion. 

There was a need to get to know each other for both Josh and Rachel. Rachel was studying business at college while Josh was a law clerk and amateur rock drummer. After the halting conversation, they must have felt acquainted, because the red head and the stud began to make love. He kissed her tentatively. She kissed back. Mouths opened and tongues danced. He caressed her full breasts. She squirmed closer to him.

The heating up was aided immeasurably when Claudette sat on Gene's lap and slipped his perfect cock inside her juicy cunt. The fucking was subtly slow but obvious to all those at the table. With the long preamble, and with Gene's fingers strumming Claudette's rigid clit, only a couple minutes passed before Gene pushed up into Claudette's pussy with three quick jerks, and was flooding her with cum. She held herself rigidly on top of him, and the two other couples watched her body vibrate and her face blush. Her face contorted and then went slack from the orgasm. 

Jim could barely hear over the din the squishy sounds of their sex, but it was enough to make him nearly cum under Vic's expert manipulations. It was time for a change of venue.

"How about we go?" asked Jim. Vic nodded.

"Come on," Vic said to Rachel and Josh as she rose up from the booth with Jim in tow. "Let's get private." The two new lovers blinked up at her. "You can't enjoy each other enough out here in the open. We have a motel room just a couple miles away. Come on." 

It seemed Josh was even denser than Rachel. She slid her ample ass, wiggling it a moment as it passed his covered cock, and moved to the end of the booth. Jim took her hand. She took Josh's hand. A train of lovers was moving towards the exit.

"Wait," yelled Gene. The train nearly uncoupled when Jim paused their exit. "Wait up." 

Rachel said "Attend," in her most forceful French simultaneously. She led the way out of the booth, taking the hand of Josh, extending the train. Gene remained close behind her. He was the caboose. 

Vic led Josh and Rachel to her Chevy sedan rental. "We'll follow," yelled Gene as the train broke apart. The two car caravan ended their journey quickly. The motel was only a few blocks away. They went through the back entrance, sneaking up to the room and inside. There was no need for intrigue. Nobody would care, and they didn't care if anyone did. But they loved the game.

Once the couples entered the small motel room with two king sized beds, they quickly spotted themselves. Vic and Jim sat in their carefully arranged seats situated at the end of the first bed. Gene and Claudette claimed the second bed. Rachel bounced her voluptuous ass on the first bed. Only Josh looked apprehensive. 

Rachel changed his attitude quickly with a hand that slid along his arm, across his torso and between his legs, holding her fingers high enough on his thigh for her thumb to rest on his still covered balls. She sat him down beside her on the bed. His balls were delicately stroked. She kissed him full on the lips. When the lips separated, they played tag with their tongues. 

Vic was the first in the toilet. After a moment, Jim followed. Vic was finishing her piss, cleaning herself up. Jim stood in the small space and pulled off his clothes. Vic watched, still sitting on the pot, until she caressed his half hard dick.

"Let me piss," said Jim. Vic stood and struggled out of her clothes as he relieved himself. 

They washed up outside the toilet, letting Claudette pass inside. She glanced at Jim's nakedness, noticing for the first time how beautiful he was. She looked down to see Vic pulling his club back to life. It took her breath away. Jim's, too. Vic had been at it since before the party and was building Jim quite a load. Vic and he continued washing, splashing each other. Jim thought Vic was still a child though past forty. He kissed her lovingly and lovingly squeezed her full breasts. Just the touch of his hand caused Vic's knees to wobble. She raised herself using the sink basin, and they walked back to their observation spots. 

While each person evacuated and cleaned up, the others explored their partners' bodies. The result was an ever thickening atmosphere of lust in the room. Claudette and Gene returned to their foreplay with a slow strip. Once breasts were released, they were fondled while the blouse hung at the sides. Claudette's lovely cunny was already naked. It was shaved except a stripe of black hair. The puffy lips gleamed despite the dim lights. But the skirt remained, now just an extra thick and rumpled belt around her middle. They were in a sixty-nine position by the time Josh had finished his ablutions and had rejoined Rachel on their bed. 

Josh and Rachel's stripping was a perfect third possibility. They sat on the bed, Josh straddling her thighs with his. She slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He slowly rolled her t-shirt up and off. He reached behind her to unlatch the black bra, releasing the flesh that had filled it well. They were cute round freckled breasts with small pink areola and nipples. Perfect to fill a hand or two, which they did. She could see in his eyes how much he loved the breasts he was fondling. 

They weren't kissing, just admiring. Her hands felt the pliable but muscular chest leading down to his abdomen. She stroked the coarse hair just above his belt buckle which would lead her to his hardness. Both sets of hands worked at the zippers. Once she had hold of his cock, pulling it out for discovery, she tightened her tummy so he could undo the button holding her pants together. She bounced her ass up enough to allow him to pull her tight jeans over her ass and down her legs. He was shocked to see her naked. No panties. Her horny smell was a bouquet of desire suddenly thrust under his nose. His cock expanded and pulsed in her hands. He felt her liquid pleasure making his fingers slippery when he slipped them inside her swollen pussy lips. She unbuckled his pants, freeing his balls. They studied the sexiness of their bodies. She slid a finger along his magnificent tool, a formidable flesh screwdriver that was there to screw her good. She circled her small hands, barely covering the circumference, below the edge of its helmet and slowly pulled up and over the edge. They watched their hands stroking the other's newly discovered sex organs, swelling and rising to the occasion. Liquid pleasure oozed from the two orifices. They traversed the new bodies with their eyes, from the face to the neck and chest and down across their lusty groins and over their legs. Their faces were sexy, their bodies too. Their legs were short but well formed, thick and muscular. They returned to where their fingers played. Josh loved the look of her hot swollen pink lips with the tuft of red hair above it. Rachel loved the long thick dark red cock rising from the tangle of black hair.

Heaven was the feeling of Vic sitting her saturated pussy down on Jim's club. He was stretching her out. Her tight walls slowly opened, pressing hard but making room for his formidable shaft. It was a slick, smooth journey inside despite the tight squeeze. As they watched Rachel and Josh get to know each other, with side glance highlights of Claudette and Gene, Vic began to rise and fall as Jim eased inside deep. He was all the way in, the tip of his cock nipping at her cervix. 

They used to wait to fuck after being audience to their victims' fucking, or at least until their subjects were near orgasm. This time both wanted the feeling of his cock being home again too much for them to delay it any longer. His fingers touched her engorged clit while her hand slipped beneath her well filled cunny to stroke his balls before returning to his strong legs to support herself and her backward lunges. They stayed hung up on a high plateau of pleasure, delaying the crescendo for what they hoped would be a long seduction by their two new lovers.

Unfortunately the new lovers were too greedy for restraint. Josh laid Rachel back on the bed and crawled between her thighs. Rachel took hold of the impressive tool and led it to the place where it could split her open. He sunk inside and began a slow deepening fuck. Rachel let out a squeal which quieted to a moan with each of Josh's strokes inside. The moans quickened and got louder as his strokes quickened and got stronger. He was soon pounding his meat inside her with an uncontrollable drive. He moaned, bent back and froze, pressing his cock deep as possible inside and letting go his seed. Rachel hadn't cum but she didn't look disappointed. 

Vic and Jim were disappointed though. They had intensified Jim's penetration, faster and stronger, not matching the wild speed of Josh, but keeping it at a perfect control, lingering on the feelings of the contact and friction inside. They were closing in on the peak, turning the mountain of pleasure into an explosive volcano. Then the fuck they were watching stopped. They slowed, keeping the pressure going, but the pleasure quieted. Vic turned her head so they could kiss.

"Too bad," said Vic secretly into Jim's ear, then biting it. This caused Jim to press his cock deeper inside before easing off.

"Yeah. Too quick," said Jim with a breath inside her ear which made her quiver.

But the show continued. Josh eased his softening soddened cock out of Rachel's still hungry and dripping hole. He lay beside her as if it was nap time after cumming. Rachel would have none of that. She rolled onto her side. Her lips kissed their way down his chest, stopping to suckle his small nipples. When they passed his navel, her little tongue darted and played inside. Then she kissed across his pubic hair. She tasted her sticky love juices mixed with his at the base of his cock matting the hair on his balls. She popped each ball into her mouth and suckled. Then her tongue slid along his slowly stiffening staff until they reached the head. As her mouth engulfed the head and her hand grasped the shaft, she positioned herself in a sixty-nine, her legs draping over his shoulders and her nether lips dripping with their mix of cum resting just below his chin. Instead of licking, he brought his fingers up to play with her cunny lips and slip inside and stroke her depths. Her head rose and sank over his crotch as her lips slid up and down his pole, which was gaining its past glory. The return to the rigid made her happy. She popped the cock out to smile at it as she stroked it harder. When her lips returned to pulling it in and out of her mouth, her ass bobbed up and down, which resulted in a steady fucking of her pussy by his fingers. 

When Rachel was satisfied he was hard enough, she climbed around his body and guided his thick spear back into its quiver. Her pussy pounced on it as she moaned, driving it all the way inside. Then she fucked him with long careful strokes, nearly letting the cock out before driving it deep again. Her "ooohs" gained momentum. It helped when he took a hold of one of her cute round breasts and sucked it into his mouth. 

Vic was loving the vision before her. She watched Josh's cock sink in and pull out, Rachel's pussy lips sliding round it's thickness. She watched Rachel's ass moving up and down. She watched the play of muscles on Rachel's naked back. Vic's hand bore down on Jim's hand as it played with her clit, giving his fingers more force against it. She was riding Jim's club at full gallop. Closing in on orgasm. Her steed, Jim, stayed high on his amazing blissful plateau. He felt he could fuck her forever, wished he could. Her deep elongated groans let him know she was nearing explosion.




Plain Jane & Nerd Jim Grow Up Ch. 11



But Josh turned Rachel around and they were back to the missionary position. Rachel didn't seem to mind. Her groans had grown in volume with each deep breath. She lifted her knees up to her ears, opening herself completely to his thrusts. Her vocalizing reached a crescendo. She yelled out her orgasm. Josh, a machine between her legs continued to pummel her. A few strokes later, she peaked again. More strokes, more orgasms. 

Vic was glad Rachel was having such a fantastic time, but she craved diversity or patience in her voyeurism and wasn't getting it. She was sustaining her near orgasmic excitement, but wanted the explosion. She glanced at the second bed, and the orgasm got even closer. 

She leaned her head back to kiss and tongue Jim before nibbling and whispering in his ear, "Check out Gene and Claudette."

Claudette had her ass raised up while Gene fucked her from behind. Maybe it was the slapping of his pelvis against her beautiful hard, high ass that got Vic's attention. Gene was spitting onto Claudette's bung hole and sliding a couple fingers inside. 


Vic slowly eased herself onto the floor, Jim's great club still remaining inside as he followed her down until she was on hands and knees as he fucked her doggy style, her head held up to watch the action on the second bed so that her torso had an amazing dip to it. He reached into her bag and found the KY jelly. Still on his knees stroking his club in and out, giving friction to her clit and g-spot, he squeezed out the jelly onto his hand, rubbed it into the fingers of his other hand. Those fingers copied Gene's fingers, oiling up her asshole. 

Gene felt Rachel's backdoor dilate. He slid his perfect cock out of her steaming cunt and slid into the extra tight hole just above it. When he slowly got deeper and deeper inside, Rachel's moans seemed visible. She was vibrating with the resonance. 

Gene was fully inside by the time Jim slipped out of Vic's cunny hole and began to fill her bung hole. He too went slow. She too moaned deeply. The resistance of her circle of muscle at the portal to the hole was driving him crazy. He wouldn't last long. His fingers began to pound into her cunny. His thumb pressed against her pubic bone, stimulating her clit. His fingers slowed enough to find her g-spot and caress her there. She was moaning up a storm. In fact the women harmonized a trio of moans, each at their own speed. Once Jim dug his mammoth club all the way to the deepest part of her narrow nether tunnel, he fucked her unmercifully. His energy, his deepness and his fingers finally ignited her orgasm. Within the mightiest of her groans she stopped and shook with a full body explosion of pleasure. Feeling the rippling flesh around his fingers, liquid gushing around them, and the pulsing of her anus caused Jim to seize up and push his cock deeper than ever and let loose his seed. The pulses resulting from his orgasm excited Vic further into bliss. 

The air, thick with the aroma of sex, was awash with the noise of orgasm, sending the other two couples into a frenzy of cumming as if the wave of Vic's and Jim's pleasure had caught everyone up on it and they were surfing to its height before becoming blissfully obliterated when it crashed down on them. Then the air felt like it was throbbing with all the throbbing of sex organs within the small space of the motel room.

After several minutes of the three couples laid out, panting and regaining their breaths, one crumpled on the floor, the other two recovering on the beds, Vic and Jim finally got up.

"You guys take your time," said Vic. "Gene can take Rachel and Josh home, can't you?" It was more of a demand than a question. "But take your time. Jim and I plan on taking a long shower."

Hand in hand, the naked Vic guided the naked Jim into the shower, closing the door behind them. They had their voyeur time. They wanted time to themselves. 

Vic cleaned off the bit of fecal matter attached to Jim's soft cock with soap and water. Jim took the soap from her and soaped up her ass and thighs. They took turns rubbing their soapy hands all over their bodies, carefully cleaning and exciting each other at the same time. After the shower had poured away the sweat, dirt and love juices, exciting each other continued. Vic pulled at his cock until it became stiff. She bent down under the pounding water and took his club into her mouth. She let it sink deeper and deeper until it impacted the back of her throat. She relaxed and let the head inside her throat. She deep throated his club for several minutes. He wasn't about to explode quickly, having to build up a load in his slowly swelling balls. He finally pulled her away and they changed places. He tongued her cunny, tasting her pleasure before it washed away. He guided her to the edge of the tub and sat her down. He pulled open her lovely long legs. His mouth clamped over her pussy. He sucked in her pussy lips. His tongue reached deep as it could inside, circling the walls, searching for sensitive places. He licked around the walls and out along the lips. His lips seized hold of her firm little nub, and he sucked. Her long moan echoed against the tile walls of the bathroom. 

"Lie down my darling," said the nearly orgasmic Vic. Carefully negotiating the slippery walls and floor of the tub, his body filled it up as he lay back. She sank her sopping pussy on his rigid club. Once his cock was well embedded, they were frozen for a couple minutes, loving everything about it. The fullness. The richness of texture. The closeness. The heat. The twitches of muscles. Wrapping their arms around their backs they began to rock, subtly fucking. A slow build resulted in the pleasure inexorably spreading from the sexes conjoined up through the body and out to the extremities. Toes curled. Fingers curled. They felt tingles at the top of their heads. He was pushing harder into her. She was pulling him harder inside. They didn't notice the water cool from their long wasteful shower. They were lost in their conjunction. Her cunny walls were vibrating in orgasm as he let loose his seed from his trembling cock.

By the time they washed off their most current love juices, toweled away the water and reentered the motel room, they were alone. They each took a bed and rolled around in the odors and the wetness their departed company had left for them. Jim jumped from Rachel and Josh's bed to Gene and Claudette's where Vic was. They playfully wrestled around in the disheveled sheets. First Jim would let her pin him while she licked up his luscious torso to his lips where they kissed and tangled tongues. Then Jim pinned Vic down, tonguing her from her navel, to her breasts, lingering at the nipples and back up to her hot and hungry mouth, her tongue waiting to greet his. They settled down, lying side by side, and began a gentle exploration of each other's bodies. Rediscovering all the nuances they had forgotten over the past few months with their fingers and tongues. Again it was a slow preamble to another big fuck. This one took hours. And when the fuck happened it lasted until the sun began leaking through the edges of the opaque curtains. Sleep eventually took over with Jim's cock remaining at home in Vic's cunt.

They awoke together with Jim's cock sliding deep into Vic's pussy. He had moved it inside in his sleep, but the exquisite friction woke him up as it did her. Her head tilted back, moaning, as her body opened up to him. Holding her knees high and wide, his club penetrated her cunny with long steady strokes. His chest moving down towards her heaving chest, holding her legs up and apart while his fingers played where the lovers were conjoined, feeling the her slippery liquid around his shaft, feeling the pulsing spot where the head of her clit was unsheathed. 

She was lost. His touch brought the whole world to bear on her hot little clit. She pushed his fingers harder against the nub with one hand, while the other rubbed and twisted her nipples. When he shoved himself deep, their fingers pressing hard, and he arched his back like a cat so his lips could suck in a nipple, it was more than enough to send her off. His club penetrated her hard within her orgasm, sustaining it until his crescendo exploded his cum, further saturating her cunny. 

After the morning fuck they lay together comfortably within the brightening room.

"I love you," Vic said quietly.

"I love you," said Jim.

"I wish we could just be together like we were. I wish we were still in Minnesota in our own little world. I know I shared you before, but always for us. Now I'm not sharing you. I'm watching you in love with Connie and Madeleine. I gave you up to my daughter. I'm giving you up now." Vic sniffled.

"Look," said Jim. His words were carefully chosen. "I don't want to lose you. I will never lose you as a friend. I don't want to lose the love making either. It is the sweetest feeling I have when I fuck you. Everything about it, from the flirtation, to the touches and kisses, to the full on fucking, to the aftermath where we can cuddle within our bliss, we communicate our incredible love for each other. The intimacy is breathtaking. Literally. There has never been a moment in all the time we have spent making love where it wasn't love. Real. Real love. It's why I want to fuck you so much. I want to stay impossibly close, to keep feeling the love from you and giving it to you. 

"I know I have another life. I'm going to marry Connie, if she'll have me. I'm going to raise my daughter, maybe another kid or two. I want my children to be good people with good hearts. If I show them love or respect or listen to them and respond to them the best I can I think I will be a good father. I want to be honest and open, like I am with you. All of that, the total of me, includes a whole hell of a lot of you. You are as much about who I am as anyone could be. You are what keeps my heart healthy and responsive. You are an integral part of the love I show Madeleine, and even the love I show Connie. 

"So maybe it's the other way around. Maybe you want to leave me. Maybe you want to find someone who sleeps with you every night, shares your bedroom. Wakes up in the same bed as you every morning. Someone you could have exclusively. You are a beautiful, sexy woman, who could attract anyone your heart set upon. I mean, I haven't been as generous with affections as you would like. So with Kristen seemingly launching herself into a new relationship, you must feel some sort of lessening of love. It isn't but, as far as really satisfying you consistently, well, maybe there's a man out there. A woman. A lover. Then you would want to be with them. Is that what I want? No. But I don't want to be greedy. I want you to be happy.

"I am happy with you," she said quietly.

"So stay. Stay with me, with us. Share our life. Bring your love to Connie and Madeleine. I know it will be reciprocated. But I want you to know if you find somebody..."

"Anybody I find will have to know how I feel about you. Will have to share. Hard to believe such a man exists."

"Connie wanted me with you in the bargain."

"Connie is a remarkable woman."

"Yes. She is amazing. What she sees in me..."

"Is what I see in you," said Vic.

Jim nodded and said, "But this beautiful brilliant woman, who is as tough and sharp as nails, stubborn, would you envision us together with you most clearly in the picture? But that's just what happened."

"So I guess you're saying it could be anyone. The least likely suspect is the one who fell in love with you. So maybe the most likely will be my lover." 



Plain Jane & Nerd Jim Grow Up Ch. 12



Three months after the Long Island adventure, Vic looked down at her lover keeping her warm in the small cool cabin in Woodstock. Three months after she envisioned the most likely subject to be the one for her, she was looking at him. She lingered over his long narrow torso, glanced at his penis, which was short and fat after it exploded thrillingly inside her a few minutes before. She would soon make it long and narrow again. 

Paul was his own man. His shaggy bearded head, hiding a long, narrow, handsome face, revealed his hippie nature. Ostensibly he was a copywriter, but the little extra money he got reviewing the local performance art scene in and around Woodstock for the local paper was where he felt satisfied. The reviews had an attitude which was endearing. He set the scene for the performance, bringing himself into the review. He let the reader know his mood, so they could receive his review realizing what kind of day he had had and why he might not like, or might rave at a performance. He let the reader know it was just his silly opinion, albeit intelligent and well versed in the viewing of a performance. 

Where he felt most relevant in his life was as a preacher of his own peculiar form of Unitarianism. His gatherings on Sundays were small, the tithing small and used for support of home schooling. They had met when Victoria accompanied Kristen and her son Max to discuss home schooling in Woodstock. Victoria and Miranda, Kristin's ex-lover and good friend, were planning to give Max his lessons. Kristen had become exclusive with Don, a man with a conservative soul, whom she loved. She didn't want to try the patience or the jealousy of her lover. Kristin set aside her lesbian tendencies for him.

On the other hand, Vic had found her man and expected him to accept his sharing her with Jim. And with Connie. And with Robyn, Jim's newest conquest. Vic thought of Robyn, the voluptuous, gorgeous, sexy African-American woman whom Jim modeled with and had fallen in love with a couple months before. She thought of the meeting of Jim and Robyn.

Vic stared at Paul's benign penis, when the disturbing thought broke through her inner peace. She was comparing this lovely cock to another's. It wasn't Jim's magnificent club, but one which was the closest in size to Jim's she had ever seen. A cock that would forever change her, despite its brief time in her life. The cock of a man who was as opposite a man as could be to Paul. Unlike Paul, Jamal was tough and mean and had a rigorous self confidence. Jamal was as much of the city as Paul was of the rural town. While Jamal was feral, Paul was as docile as a sheep. 

The thought of the big black man's big black cock disturbed her peace. She got out of bed, careful not to disturb her sleeping lover, covering him with a couple layers of blanket to protect him from the wintry air that slipped easily into his cabin, then covering herself with a soft terry robe. Despite the memory projecting onto Paul's body, she needed to separate herself from Paul, keep the two men faraway from each other, even in thought. She made tea and nestled with it, soaking in the steam and its sweet warmth. She let the memory flow through her like the hot tea. The herbal tea was sweet and tangy. The memory of Jamal was bitter.

After flirting with fiasco during the adventure in Long Island, Vic decided on a darker voyeuristic adventure. Inner city hip hip hop black club in Boston. The place was dark and loud, which was a good thing in a way, but mostly it would get to be difficult communicating, having their voyeur subjects communicate. But the good thing was it was a really cool club, oozing a neon, pulsating atmosphere. The dancing was hot to the steady hip-hop beat. There were a hundred pas de deux of the most blatant sexual kind being performed by mostly African Americans, mostly beautiful couples. Both Vic and Jim realized it was to be a physical seduction. No verbal cleverness here. They found a spot to observe the movements of the bar, looking for subjects. 

When Jim spotted Robyn, he felt like the cartoon wolf, his mouth gaping to the floor. Her voluptuous body was revealed by the tight, nearly painted on blouse and pants she wore. And her face was as breathtaking as Connie's. She was with girlfriends. He left Vic to attempt his seduction. A few moments later Vic was satisfied with her choice and sashayed her way beside the man. 

The two couples hit the dance floor. Jim didn't feel like he fit in with his sweeping moves. He looked like a huge pheasant with his big body and long arms. But he enjoyed the feeling it gave him, so he went with it, holding Robyn's eyes as much as he could with all the swooping he was performing. She seemed interested, though on the edge of mocking him. She actually broke out laughing on more than one occasion, throwing off her impossibly sexy bump and grind. When the beats slowed, Jim snuck up behind Robyn and held her, pressing the hill of his growing club against the resisting though hard to resist roundness of her ass. He matched her sways. He felt the firm muscles of her stomach as she moved beneath his hands. He turned her to face him, bent his knees, sliding his hardness along her stomach and down between her thighs. She liked what she felt. Her hands slid down to his ass. She felt its bulge, its firmness, as she pressed his other impressive bulge harder against her. Her pink tongue slipped out and she touched Jim's ear. "Ooh," she sighed, a long sigh starting deep in her lungs and then throaty, then finishing just at the top of the throat at the back of the mouth a little high, like a quiet squeal. 

Not a great dancer, Jamal was all about his intense dark eyes, watching the white flesh, aged yet firm, and the sexy, smart eyes and lips of this lovely forty year old blonde. He watched her every move as she shimmied to the thick beat. He pressed her against his loins during the slow dance. She could feel his powerful body and the thickness of his big cock beneath his classy shirt and slacks. He liked her flesh as well against him, its softness, the way her body fit against his, only a couple inches shorter than his six foot height. 

By the end of the slow song, Vic steered Jamal and Jim steered Robyn to the same area of the dance floor, on the edge where their table was near. When the mid-tempo groove throbbed, the bass shaking the floor, Jim and Vic steered Robyn and Jamal together, trading partners. They danced beside the new couple. Hoping. Praying. Watching. Not able to keep their eyes off their discoveries, but trying to divert the attention of the new lovers away from them and to each other. Both Vic and Jim enjoyed lingering over these beautiful people. Both were stirred to the core, the place between the thighs. Even Jim's heart was stirred by exchanging stares with Robyn. It was left to Jim to move farther away, to give the new couple space to meet. 

Gaining the distance they needed, Vic and Jim hungrily embraced, grinding their groins together to the beat.

"They're beautiful," said Vic loud enough to be heard as her tongue grazed Jim's ear. 

Jim responded by pushing into her harder, hitting the spot near her pelvic bone that hungered for the friction. Jim's and Vic's eyes shut and they groaned into their lover's ear. The thrill of their encounters was reverberating inside. More grinding would have brought both of them to climax. They held to a vibrant plateau until the song ended, and they headed to their table. 

Waiting patiently for Jamal and Robyn to end their pas de deux, they noticed the two were obviously appreciating each other's fabulous bodies, but weren't as energetic in their closeness. Their eyes would move away from each other and seek out the two matchmakers. After three or so glances towards the table, Jim signaled a drink to Robyn, who nodded her head, ending the dance. She sat across from Jim at the back of the table. Jamal sat across from Vic. Vic caught the waitress, and they ordered. The two hopeful new lovers sat together.

In the thudding silence, stares lingered across the table, broken by shared smiles between Vic and Jim. A couple of those smiles ended in gentle kisses

Eventually they shared names. By the time the drinks arrived, Vic paying for the round, they exchanged stories. Robyn was between jobs, between careers, having discovered she didn't enjoy elementary school teaching like she thought she would. But she wasn't sure what to do next. Jim could see she was a free spirit, an artistic spirit. 

"I bet you have a hobby important to you," he said. She nodded her head and smiled. "So maybe you could turn that into some job."

"I like to draw and paint," said Robyn in her medium high and throaty voice.

"Really? I'd love to see them," he said suddenly. 

"I'd love to show them to you," said Robyn. They smiled, lost in their eyes. Vic was concerned.

"So Jamal," asked Vic, "what do you do?"

"I'm partners in a clothing store downtown. Very classy clothes."

"I can see," said Vic, with the flirt well ensconced in the statement.

"I'm not a haberdasher, more a salesman. Promotion. I've made a few contacts. I'm good at the pitch."

"I can see you sell by example," said Vic as her eyes again traversed the terrain of his big strong body.

Jamal paid for the next round. Halfway through the drinks, Vic needed to use the toilet. She glanced at Robyn as she arose from her chair, catching Robyn's eye when she told the table her intentions. Robyn remained glued to her seat.

"Robyn, could you come along?" Vic finally asked. Jamal moved his strong body gracefully from the table, Vic noticing the large lump still there extending down his leg. Robyn slipped out. The two men eyed the voluptuous moves as the women departed, Jamal watching Vic while Jim was watching Robyn. 

"Nice," said Jamal. Jim agreed. Jim took a deep sip, prepping for the question.

"So, um, Jamal," Jim began. "Let me lay it on the table." Jamal stared into his eyes intensely. "We have this hotel room only a block away. We want the four of us to go up there, to enjoy some privacy. You like Robyn?" Jamal nodded carefully, continuing the intense stare. "I do to. I thought, if she's game, you could get to know her better. We'd like to watch you get to know her."

"You want to watch me fuck her?" asked Jamal. Jim nodded. "You like to watch?" Jim nodded. "Tell you the truth, she's got a delicious body, but I'd love to fuck your girlfriend."

"Well, she is my girlfriend."

"Of course. I'll do it only if I see Victoria naked. I know it would make the fucking hot."

"I don't see that as a problem. Okay. If Robyn is game."

"I bet you want that rich piece of chocolate."

"Yeah. I like Robyn."

"And guess what? She likes you too. You sure you don't want to change partners? Or maybe Victoria might? Fresh meat? Fresh meat between her legs?"

"Well, uh..."

"Well, uh....?" asked Jamal teasingly, grabbing for the gap in confidence Jim was revealing.

"No."

"Alright," said Jamal with a laugh.

The women approached the table. "You ready?" asked Vic. She emptied her drink down her throat. Everyone else followed suit. They walked to the door, retrieved their jackets, Jamal and Vic grabbing their leather while Jim got his wool suit jacket and Robyn her lovely thick white sweater. 

They traipsed through the early fall chill of the late night Boston city street to the hotel and waited quietly as the elevator brought them to the fifth floor. Robyn and Jamal first kissed at the doorway before Vic got the door opened. It was a tentative kiss that began to heat up as they entered the small room. Jamal held Robyn's perfect ass in his hands, pushing her pussy against his cock. Tongues were thrashing by the time they reached the edge of the bed. His lips separated, and with one last touch of tongues he lowered her to the bed, revealing his strength by the slowness of the descent. 

Sitting on the two chairs at the side of the bed, Vic and Jim held hands tightly, gripped by the vision of sex before them. Jim led Vic's hand to his rigid club straining his jeans. Licking her lips, Vic stroked the massive thing. 

Through their clothes, Jamal slid his massive cock against Robyn's hot pussy. He was on his knees leaning hard against her, holding her ass, mashing her against him. Robyn reached up to undo his shirt, opening it to the well defined muscles of his chest. He pulled off the shirt, her legs holding the two thrusting crotches together. She pealed off her shirt. He reached behind her to release her firm dark breasts from the lacy blue bra, where they stood high and proud. Vic and Jim enjoyed the revelations of their opposite sex on the bed.

Jim kneeled between his lover's thighs and undid her blouse and pants. Still mesmerized by Jamal's body, occasionally closing her eyes when she glanced down at his busy package and imagined it was her instead of Robyn feeling it, Vic was glued to the action before her, barely noticing the state of nakedness she was soon reaching. Once her breasts were revealed and Jim was working on her pants, she stood to make it easier. Jamal stood as well at the end of the bed and slowly undid his slacks and unzipped. He was watching Vic's body revealed and liked what he saw. Vic stepped out of her pants and panties. Jamal quickly reached over and grabbed her and pushed her to her knees. She pulled his pants down, his massive purple black cock springing out. Her face was close enough for the thick heavy cock head to slap it when she pulled the pants fully off. 

"Wait," said Jim, grabbing Jamal as gently as possible. "You said..."

Jamal pushed Jim aside with seeming ease which sent Jim flying to the floor. The unfortunate presence of a chair in the way of the fall caused Jim to hit the edge of it with his head, cutting into his forehead, before bruising his cheek when the head struck the floor. Jim was out.

Vic didn't notice. She was lost in the vision of the massive black cock before her. Her hand didn't quite make it around the shaft. Her lips barely encircled the head. She licked the precum, then licked all around the head and down the shaft, slicking it up for her hand. The hand stroked while the lips let his great helmet into her mouth. She sucked, pulling the head to the back of her throat before getting into a stroking motion, the cock getting further inside, stretching out her throat. Jamal closed his eyes, loving it, then opened them to watch the best blow job he ever had.

Robyn deserted the bed, sitting on the floor, making sure Jim was still alive. He was breathing. His eyes opened. His head throbbed. But despite the violence and the resulting headache, he smiled up at the radiant creature above him. The smile broke through her concern, and she laughed at the crazy but handsome and exciting young man. The concern remained though. She rolled across the bed to get to the bathroom in order to grab some wet towels. He was bleeding freely from the laceration on his forehead near his right temple. Returning seconds later, she steered around the bed, now occupied by Jamal on his back and Vic between his legs, still working his cock. 

Jamal found himself thrusting his massive cock deeper into Vic's throat. Beginning to lose control, and not wanting his time with this gorgeous blonde to end too soon, he reluctantly pulled the hungry mouth from its feeding and turned Vic around to take his place on the bed. Her legs opened and his lips dove in. No subtle tease, but a full on assault of her pussy. His lips sucked her nether lips, pulling on them. His tongue lapped up the space between them and over her clit. "Ooooh," groaned Vic. "Mmm," said Jamal, his enjoyment of her taste buzzed against her sensitive pussy.

Robyn lay Jim's head on her luscious lap, still clothed in her tight pants. He enjoyed the feel of her strong thighs. Her naked breasts swayed teasingly near his face as she pushed the wet towel against the bleeding cut. While one hand pressed, the other took the rest of the towel and cleaned up the blood. They stared into each other's eyes. Jim, nestling deeper into her lap, felt the wet heat and the throbs against the back of his head emanating from her pussy. His hand coaxed her torso to bend. His tongue dabbed at her dark areola, and along the tender firm flesh of her breast. She straddled him across his abdomen and continued to minister to his cut, while her breasts dangled close enough for his tongue and lips to adore them. Lowering her hot crotch further down his torso, it pressed against his thick club. Her lips met his. They sucked in his lower lip, her tongue enjoying the slick texture. She kissed around the edge of his mouth and up to his upper lip. Her hand pulled his head against her face, the other hand still holding the towel against his gash. Even his throbbing head became one with the loving feeling he felt at their lips. Head to toe he was throbbing, pain morphing into passion. 

Noticing the change of position on the bed above him, he grabbed Vic's purse and pulled out a rubber. He handed it to Robyn.

"Robyn, put it on Jamal, please," said Jim as persuasive as his unsteady voice could manage. Jamal was rising his big body up, his massive black hard-on approaching the juicy pale pink portal of ultimate desire. "Please."

Robyn ripped open the package and took out the tan colored condom. She set it up at Vic's throbbing entrance where she rolled it over Jamal's impressive cock. She then guided the covered tip to its destination. Then Jim and Robyn sat together, their backs against the wall, their naked torsos touching, their fingers touching breasts and fondling the hot wet space between their thighs, feeling the swelling, sustaining it, as they watched the young strong handsome black man fuck the beautiful middle aged white woman.

Vic pulled her knees open wide. As Jamal eased his cock inside, forcing space for it, his tongue entered Vic's mouth. He played out the fuck at both mouths. His cock reached further inside, pulled out and sunk in, and his tongue did the same. Her mouths closed around these welcome intrusions. Her lean strong hands took hold of his tight ass and pulled him deeper. His immense strength barely registered her effort, but his penetration got deeper and his thrusts quickened as her squeezing hands seemed to demand. He slowed when he sensed her climax approaching. His mock fucking of his tongue in her mouth ended as he brought his mouth down to enjoy her big soft white breasts, twisting the pink nipples with his lips. Her hips' gyrations of pleasure pushed his cock in and out and deep as he could go at a quicker pace. As he suckled with more intensity, he bore down with hard thrusts, slapping his groin against her thighs and his sack of swelling balls against her big, pretty, pale ass. 

Suddenly his motion stopped. He pulled his cock out with a pop. He turned her over and pulled her ass up high, sinking his cock swiftly back into the molten center of her body. His hips slapped against her ass as he rapidly fucked her. One of his big hands took hold of her hanging breasts and fondled them firmly. Fingers of the other hand felt his cock sliding in and out of her distended pussy and pressed her pubic bone and rubbed her clit. 

Vic reached back to fondle his balls as they passed over her hand. His strokes quickened as he pounded with short strokes deep inside. She felt the vibrations of his balls as his cock reached maximum size and began to throb. His last three wild thrusts hit her just right. They froze up together, his arms squeezing her body as he let loose his seed and she rumbled out her orgasm. They crumpled down on the bed, his cock throbbing out his cum still embedded inside her equally throbbing pussy. 

As the orgasmic vibrations subsided along with the size of his cock, the dwindling cock was loosening the full condom, so he removed the floppy container of his cum and tossed it aside. They settled side to side. 




Plain Jane & Nerd Jim Grow Up Ch. 12



"Wow," said Vic. 

"Yeah," said Jamal. During the post orgasmic calm, he explored the texture of this beautiful soft white woman, her face and breasts and stomach and thighs and ass. His big hands sensitive to every nuance of this strong forty year old blonde body. He was thrilling to the feeling and the sight to the point where his cock began to fill and harden with each heartbeat. He reached down to guide it to the pleasure grotto, lifting her long leg up, coming in sideways.

Jim had to be quick. He pealed another condom open and moved to roll it on. Jamal tossed him aside. When Jim's head hit the wall, it drove him back into a dizzy state, but he remained conscious. Vic saw the violence, noticed the gash on Jim's forehead, and it disturbed her, but she wanted that cock.

"Put it on him," Jim commanded Robyn as persuasively as possible. 

Jamal pressed at the entrance to Vic's glory hole. Vic had enough sense to back off his pressure enough for Robyn to cover his shaft. When he shoved the protected cock inside, Vic had tensed enough to make the journey surprisingly tight after presumably loosening it up during the first fuck. He was slow and gentle with his thrusts. She relaxed, and thrilled when he suddenly thrust himself all the way, filling her pussy wonderfully. Still straddling her thigh, resting her other leg against his chest, he continued a long slow in and out sideways into her pussy. 

Robyn and Jim stood, Jim a little unsteady. They each found their shirts and put them on. Despite being ecstatically fucked, Vic noticed when Jim grabbed his coat.

"Where are you going," Vic groaned. Jamal continued the blissful assault with more intensity, determined to recapture her attention. He succeeded. 

"Going to Robyn's," said Jim. "Enjoy each other, the two of you." Jim saw Vic's eyes close, her face contorted in pleasure. He took Robyn's hand, and they left the hotel.

"You think there's a late train to New York?" asked Jim when they left the hotel. Robyn stood in front of him, puzzled and excited. She shrugged. They walked back to the club hoping for a taxi. There weren't many, being a black club, but being a black club with an extravagant reputation, there were enough. 

The bumpy trip to the train station was quiet until they neared the station. When he spotted the station just a couple blocks away, Jim began to panic. He wanted Robyn. He wanted her to accompany him, spur of the moment, to his home. He blurted it out.

Again the puzzled look. Again the excitement. The excitement won. The seconds it took to reach the curb, she had decided. "Okay," she said. They shared a smile, their hearts throbbing with emotion. All they had time for was a quick loving kiss before they needed to clear the cab. Hand in hand, they rushed into the station, hoping for the kiss to continue soon. 

Ten minutes of thrusting deep inside had brought Vic three more orgasms, the last making her pass out a moment. When she awoke and Jamal was still stroking her sopping pussy with his monster cock, she couldn't take it anymore. She moved away from his thrusts, but he stayed with her, returning quickly to her depths.

"I don't know if I can take it anymore," she said quietly, getting a little louder with each penetration.

"I ain't cum," he explained, pummeling her with his thrusts.

When she moved away again, he took out the giant black thing, glistening, dripping with her cum. He turned her onto her back, lifted her ass up and pulled her pussy onto him. Twisting her torso, she brought her hand to fondle his curly hair balls. She was coaxing them to fill to maximum. They were throbbing but not releasing. She shoved her middle finger into his anus, which startled him. He stopped the thrusts, and so did she. He tentatively slid inside, and her finger followed suit. As he began the motions again, she followed suit, her palm carefully massaging the sac. His thrust became wild and emphatic. He was being pushed over and into the abyss of pleasure. His cock expanding and hardening, she felt filled just right, with the friction just right at her portal to send her over too. But as she was cumming, she looked at the man cumming inside her. She could see the distance. She was a toy for the night to make him cum. He was her toy. No more. She felt used and a user. She felt violated. She had violated him. She felt shame in succumbing to the pure pleasure of fucking this beautiful man and not being with Jim, whom she loved, when Jamal tossed him aside. It was one of the greatest fucks of her life and it was the most empty. Tears streamed from her eyes. She sobbed.

"Hey baby..." said Jamal.

"You better go," said Vic quietly.

"Hot mama just going to let her hot daddy go? Wham bam thank you ma'am?"

"Guess so," she said. He started to touch her waist. She restrained him. "Please go." A pleading stare drenched in tears resisted anymore attempts at intimacy with him. 

"Alright," Jamal said quietly. He studied Vic naked one last time from bottom to top as he dressed, the longest glance at her face. "Damn, you are beautiful." He shook his head and left. Vic was alone in the hotel room. Boston waking five floors below, cars passing, horns honking, sirens fading were all that was heard in that empty room except Vic quietly crying herself to sleep.

It was a night of emotions. The moon was full. While Jim and Vic had gone off on one of their peculiar kinky adventures, Connie had decided on revenge. She loved Jim and had grown to love Victoria in a true and rich and complicated way, but she couldn't help feeling abandoned, jealous and betrayed by these jaunts. The second one coming only a month after the first amplified her distaste. Although knowing she would never end her love for Jim, she felt her love tested more than ever before. And with Jane continuing to traverse a rocky road in her relationship with Harry, it was easy to convince her to join in the revenge. Without Jane she probably wouldn't have done it. She needed another woman to face her old boss Nick and his devilish son Tim.

By the time Jane and Connie arrived at the restaurant for the rendezvous they were nearly an hour late. Nick was well primed from before dinner drinks which loosened up his mind enough to let her know he was miffed. Connie couldn't help smiling. Nick, once he let out the frustration and the anxiety of being stood up, realized how relieved he was she finally arrived. The elegant and revealing black wrap-around dress helped the relief effort. She was stunning. As was Jane.

Tim was on the edge of inebriation. It made him confused. Connie was so attractive he had wanted to steal her from his own father. But Jane, who he had never met, was pretty. After studying the petite body of Connie, her stunning beauty, his glances fell on Jane. Her face was not as breathtaking. But her body, long and graceful under the tight fitting blue dress, with the soft skin of her considerable cleavage, the lean, strong muscles of her naked arms, and when he trailed behind her walking to the dinner table, that high ass of a model, her body was spectacular. She looked like the woman he never thought he would ever fuck. But then at the table, there was Connie's vibrant beauty. 

Jane compensated for the obvious distraction of Connie by putting on the charm. By dinner's end, Tim was exclusively hers. She made him laugh, and he made her laugh, though not fully. Tim's humor wasn't the kind Jane enjoyed: too elitist and condescending. But he was sort of funny, and he did have a sense of humor. 

The food had lessened the inebriation of Nick and Tim, but the glass of brandy with coffee to finish the meal, and then the scotch at home got them loopy again.

The slow dance in the huge living room of Nick's amazing upper east side condo loosened things up. While Connie coaxed Nick to hardness with her belly, Jane was doing the same to Tim with her thighs, he being a couple inches shorter than Jane. They kissed. When Connie's lips separated, she felt a sudden chill. She remembered the almost tag team seduction she had been shocked by from father and son, and the two were now together in one room being sexual. That sense of conquest, of making a trophy out of having sex with her from both father and son, was filling her emotions. What was she doing flirting with this dirty old man and letting Jane be involved with the predatory son. She broke away, taking Jane's hand and leading her to the toilet.

"I don't think I want to go through with it," said Connie once the door was closed and the fan was blowing so the two men couldn't overhear.

"Oh great, now that Tim's got me all hot and bothered," said Jane, with a serious pout. 

"Really?"

"Well," began Jane seriously, but she couldn't hold it and coughed a laugh, grinning contagiously. "Sort of. It's been a long time since I felt a nice hard cock."

"How did it feel?"

"It felt okay. No Harry. Goddamnit, Connie, I miss Harry."

"I know Jane. I know when you talk on the phone for hours with your ex-lover the ex part gets to be a bit suspect."

"He says he's not gay. He liked it but he fantasizes about me."

"He tells you the blow by blow of his masturbation?" asked an amused Connie.

"Harry is unique. I don't think he knows any better not to tell me he masturbates."

"And so what do you think?"

"I like it that he fantasizes about me."

"Not every time."

"Probably not. Maybe." Jane was quiet for a moment. "Did you see how he looked at Kristen's kid? And the boy is 14."

"Max is a beautiful boy."

"He acts and sings and tap dances for Christ sake. Kristen rave's about Max's talent. The kid's gay. When I caught Harry panting, when we talked that night, I really put the screws down."

"He's a bit young, and I don't know what Kristen would have to say."

"But the thing is, once I let out my rant, Harry just said, calmly, that he was attracted, but he had no intentions towards Max. He was studying."

"What?" asked Connie.

"Studying his attraction. Studying Max's attractiveness. He was fascinated by the moment. Ironically, it led to him telling me for the first time in months how he wanted to feel my naked body against his. How he loved being alone with me. How he missed me asleep beside him, waking up with him."

"And fucking?"

"I had to ask. But yes. He said it quietly and charmingly. I couldn't not believe him. I want Harry back. So what are we doing here?"

Connie laughed. She set out the plan. At first reluctant, finding the plan a little whorish, Jane thought of the cock rubbing against her a few moments before and decided to go along. They laughed. They kissed. Soft lips against soft lips. They explored the touch. Each lip. Then the tongues. Jane sat on the sink counter and spread her legs. Connie entered the space. Her pubic bone finding Jane's, they pressed together hard. As suddenly as it began, contact ended. Standing between those long open thighs, Connie looked into Jane's eyes. They were dazed and hungry for more. 

Connie led Jane out of the bathroom where Nick and son stood, looking impatient and expectant. In tandem, Connie and Jane led Nick and Tim backwards to the living room and onto the couch. Then they unzipped their man's zipper and extricated the medium hard cocks. They applied their blow job skills to lose the resistance father and son might have to be exposed and have sex in front of each other. The expertise, having had practice on Jim's massive club, eased the squirms and sent the men into full panting and groaning, their cocks growing to their maximum. As Connie rubbed the semi-soft middle-aged belly of Nick, Jane was busy caressing Tim's tightening balls. Tim began reaching the quick breath of orgasm. Nick needed more stimulation, so Connie took him all the way in and down her throat. Her fingers sought out Nick's tender balls. Her fingers stretched beneath his trembling ass and slid a finger in his anus. 

Despite Connie's quick maneuvers, Tim had the head start. "Oh god," he said through his tightened, orgasm wracked face, and let loose his seed. Despite thrusting forward, Jane leaned back enough to have just the pulsing head in her mouth. 

Seconds later, Nick was thrusting forward and exploding with a loud groan. Connie wasn't caught off guard and had just the head in her mouth when it gushed out a couple shots of cum splashing against her pallet. 

With the cocks still spurting, Connie and Jane rose up from between the thighs of their surprised lovers and sprinted into the nearest bedroom. Connie locked the door. They laughed hysterically, bending and holding themselves up with hands on their hips. Real belly laughs. Then they stopped and stared into each other's eyes. The crazy, exciting night thrilled them. Both felt a thrum of pleasure in their cunnies. 

Cum was still trickling out of their mouths and covering their chins when they kissed. Their hugs pulled their bodies flush together. They loved the feel of their breasts, pussies and thighs pressed together. Eventually they found the edge of the bed. Jane toppled onto her back and Connie lay across her, straddling her thighs. 

The lip sucking and tongue tangling continued. Connie's pelvic bone started a steady fucking motion against Jane's. Jane lifted Connie up at the shoulders with her strong arms. They looked at each other while Connie pressed her pussy hard against Jane's. 

"I never thought I wanted to do this," said a breathless Connie. "Think of how much more fun we could have had as roommates!" She continued pressing at their sex. She took the weight off Jane's hands holding herself up by her elbows as she undid and unzipped Jane. Jane undid Connie's dress and unwrapped her. Keeping as much contact as possible they stripped off the dresses, the bras, the panties. 

Once naked they began to explore the soft texture of each other's bodies. Fingers felt the firm, giving breasts, the gentle curving waists, the soft bellies, the different navels. The lean long legs of Jane and the thicker, more voluptuous and shorter legs of Connie. Every touch was an exciting discovery. Eventually they were in a sixty-nine. Connie rested her head between Jane's open thighs while Jane's lips were inches from Connie's purring hole, Connie's thighs straddling her face. They lingered over the view, then the texture of Connie's dark and Jane's blonde pubic hair. They felt the slick labia. Their tongues touched those lips. Fingers slipped inside. Tongues circled round the holes. Tongues lapped at the holes. Tongues lapped across the clits, hardening and revealing themselves from beneath their flesh hoods via the wet friction. The moans each echoed out into the bedroom vibrated where the mouths made contact with the pussies. One fast hard lashing by Jane hit Connie just right and she was cumming, her juices pouring out into Jane's mouth and all over her face. Startled at first, Jane realized from the taste of Connie's love juices that she wasn't pissing. Then Jane pressed her face back and felt the vibrations of Connie's orgasm.

Connie turned herself around, slipping her thigh between Jane's thighs, turning them sideways and pushing her clit against Jane's. They fucked each other hard while their mouths sucked the other's. Connie pressed steadily against Jane which sent Jane into oblivion. She was rocked by her orgasm, trembling with its ferocity, which excited Connie into her second cum. They kept the pressure on through the first pulses, but slowly eased up until Connie collapsed beside Jane. Jane lovingly combed her fingers through Connie's thick hair, enjoying the view of her gorgeous flushed face. She felt lucky. To love this extraordinary woman and to be loved back by her was wonderful. They shared a most intimate smile. They shared a gentle, lingering kiss. Connie turned her back to Jane, feeling Jane's amazing body pressed against it. Jane rubbed her hands all over Connie's front, stroking her breasts, exploring her tummy, feeling the slippery heat of her cunny. The caresses slowed. They both sank into sleep.

Jim was both shocked and relieved that Connie and Jane weren't home. Kristen was asleep in his room and Madeleine looked heart touchingly innocent sleeping in her cradle. 

"This is my daughter," said Jim to a surprised Robyn. Jim wasn't sure why he hadn't told Robyn about Madeleine until then. They had talked a lot in the four hours it took to get to the Clinic. Mostly it was about Robyn, her life, her art, or it was about the Clinic. Jim had never experienced love at first sight. From the moment he spied her across the bar, he knew he wanted her, and when they stood face to face, he knew how much. Somehow he knew this woman was meant to share his life. And amazingly, this woman seemed to reciprocate the feeling. The Clinic sounded wonderful to her. He asked her about her paintings and if she knew about the scene, acquiring other artists' work. He wanted to hang her paintings. Even though he hadn't seen her work, her descriptions, her confidence, and her experience made him feel like the Clinic would be proud to display and sell them along with others. She was thrilled by the prospect, and just as thrilled about becoming curator for the walls of the Clinic. She would promulgate her taste and her business acumen in the most respected place for art in the world, Manhattan. But there were quiet moments on the journey when he could have said something about Madeleine or Connie. He knew Connie would accept and love Robyn. But what about Robyn? Maybe he thought it was best to let the two meet before trying to explain. Maybe he was being Clark Kent and not Superman, hiding the truth behind his nerdy glasses. She knew he had a relationship with Vic. She still stayed with him. So...

"You and Victoria's daughter?" asked Robyn tentatively.

"No. I had hoped Connie would be here. I wanted you two to meet."

"Connie? Is that Connie?" pointing to the sleeping Kristin occupying his bed.

"No, that's Kristin. I'm worried. I wonder where she is."

"What's going on?" asked Robyn as she backed away towards the door.

Kristin awoke, noticed a tension in the room, and with a sleepy, "Excuse me" headed to her own room.

"I should have told you," said a fearful Jim. "I don't know why I didn't. I'm sorry. I understand if you don't want to stay."

"Where am I going to go?" Robyn said, a little afraid she might have made a stupid mistake going spur of the moment miles away from home. 

"I want you to stay. If not with me, there's a couple rooms free. I want you to stay with me. But let me tell you everything, and then decide, okay? Sit down." Jim gestured to the bed. She resisted for a moment, but sat. "It started with Jane," he began.

"Jane?" she said, stiffening up even more. Another woman!

As demonstrated by the many pages written here, it was a long story. Robyn listened intently. She nodded. She made short comments like, "Wow," or "Really?" The length was good. Her guard slowly subsided. When he ended she lay back on the bed. Except for her shoes she was fully clothed. She stared up at the ceiling. Jim lay beside her, waiting.

"I really wish you had met Connie," said Jim.

"You think I would have stayed? I probably would have slunk out pissed and embarrassed and spent all my money on some hotel room."

"Connie's amazing. The most remarkable woman. She's brilliant and sharp. She would have popped any anger just from her wicked wit, got you so stirred up you would have had to let it all out. Then you would realize how much better it would be to be here with us then to be anywhere else. It sounds crazy. But it's Connie. We'd talk it out, and you'd find out you like her, maybe love her."

Jim leaned his big body beside Robyn, who continued to stare at the ceiling. "Let's wait," she said. "I'm not about to be caught making love in Connie's bed. When she comes home maybe I'll understand. Right now I'm scared. You know what they say, 'Beware a woman's wrath."




Plain Jane & Nerd Jim Grow Up Ch. 12



"Okay. You don't need to be scared, but I understand." Jim began to take off his shirt. 

"You're not going to get naked on me now?" asked Robyn.

"I need to put on my soft sleeping clothes to sleep."

"Why don't you wash up and change in the bathroom."

"Good idea." Jim looked her over. "Too tall for Connie's clothes. Too short for Jane's. Kristen wears pajamas. I'll sneak in and grab some for you. Okay?"

"Sure. Go."

After his nightly ablutions, and putting on his t-shirt and workout pants, he left the bathroom to find Robyn looking incredibly attractive despite the fatigue of the long night still in her tight outfit standing at the door.

"I'll grab the pajamas," he said.

She nodded and slipped into the bathroom. "Mind if I take a shower?" she asked.

"Course not," he said. She closed the door behind her.

He waited for the sound of the shower before entering, not wanting her to be too surprised while she was taking a piss or something. She was bent into the shower. Her lovely black naked posterior faced him. He wanted to caress it. He wanted to feel the line of muscles twisting before him. She turned to face him without shyness. Her beautiful curves and glowing dark skin were hypnotic. Even the glistening of her pink lips peaking out from her small nest of curly black hair was mesmerizing. Finishing his worshipful glances at her beatific face, his heart thumped mightily, threatening to explode from his chest. And the blood pounding out from there was filling his cock, lifting the light cotton of his warm ups. 

"Come here," she said at last. Her arms spread out. They hugged, emotions tightening the hold. His club was threatening to rip through the stretching fabric. He took hold of her firm ass and pushed her harder against it. The friction was thrilling them both. Jim could feel Robyn's desire as her passion liquid dripped across his fingers. Robyn retreated just long enough from the embrace to slide his pants down and off, letting his club bounce out. She was awed a moment by its size, its length and thickness. "What the fuck," she thought and jumped into his arms. Holding her aloft by her ass cheeks, he was pulling them open. While one arm draped around his broad shoulders, the fingers of her other hand took hold of the mighty weapon and guided the tip to its narrow sheath. 

"I need a rubber," he said. It was a profane moment in this spiritual coming together, but somehow he got it out.

"You don't," said Robyn amidst pure sighing passion. She kissed him deeply and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her labia. "Unless..."

"I'm clean," he said with a husky voice.

"Me too. Please. Just pull out before you cum," she moaned and moaned harder when she felt the head sink in. 

He walked carefully, stroking deeper inside with each step, until he was pushing her against the wall. Several strokes slowly opened her tight but slippery hole to make room for the giant intruder. Their lips locked together as they moaned into each other's mouth. When his massive club hit bottom, the kiss ended and the moans stretched out and amplified into each other's ears. They held still until Robyn jiggled a little and the strokes began in earnest. Each stroke inside her felt like the most loving gesture, the greatest attempt at being one with her. Unfortunately the desire had been pent up too long to last. He felt the usual tightening at his balls and rush of extreme pleasure. He pulled her off his cock, rubbing it against her belly. She knelt down before it and watched it twitch and expand until the white cum spit out. After the first spurt landed on her exquisite tits, the second caught her on her cheek as her mouth dove for the club. She sucked and her hand pumped the shaft, letting the remaining cum be swallowed down her throat. She stared up at him while finishing him off.

"I needed that," she said, still on her knees, letting his softened penis out of her mouth.

"Me, too," said a completely sated Jim. He leaned his head against the wall that had just supported Robyn. 

"And now I definitely need a shower," said Robyn, touching the sticky liquid on her breast. 

It was mid-morning when Jane and Connie discovered Jim and Robyn in Connie's bed, chastely dressed in sleeping outfits. Connie had Madeleine breast feeding. Kristen had been holding Madeleine in the living room when they arrived, trying to ease the crying child. Connie's breast milk quieted the baby. Connie didn't think Jim would be home, not expecting him until late that night, and with a whining Madeleine, she couldn't conceive of Jim being there. But there he was. With some strange black woman. Asleep. 

"Jim looked so sleepy when Madeleine awoke him that I told him I would take care of her," explained Kristen standing behind the two amazed women. "He went right back to sleep."

"Who's..." started Jane.

"Don't know," said Kristen.

Jim awoke. He smiled at the lovely mother of his child. "Hi, darling," he said. He looked in the direction of the women's stares. He had forgotten Robyn for a moment, but swallowed hard when everything came back into his suddenly completely awakened mind. "This is Robyn."

Robyn awoke, startled. Three strange women were staring down at her. "Hi."

After the introductions, Connie placed the baby in her crib. "Okay, Jim, let's hear it," she said. She sat on the bed.

"Can you two leave us for a bit," said Jim to Jane and Kristen. Unfortunately they could. They wanted to hear all about it, so they were slow to leave. "Please."

Once the two women left, Kristen carrying Madeleine, Jim told Connie everything that had happened. When he brought up being knocked down, Connie touched the healing scar gently. By the end of the explanation, Connie was still staring daggers at Robyn. She asked questions bitterly at Jim and caustically at Robyn. Jim guided Connie's body between him and Robyn. He whispered his love to her and gently stroked away her tension. As patient as ever, it took over an hour before Connie seemed at ease.

"You really are beautiful," said Robyn, amazed and loving what she had just witnessed.

"You, too," said Connie. They kissed. Soft gentle kisses heated up to tongue teasing teeth touching passionate kisses. "Welcome home." Connie unwrapped herself from the black dress. Jim undid the bra. She pealed off her panties, lying naked on top of the covers. She pulled the covers back to reveal Robyn in pajamas. "Let's take a look at you."

Removing the pajamas, Robyn revealed her luscious body to Connie. Connie kissed her way down, enjoying the full breasts and nipples and the firm tummy and the coarse pubic hair. She licked between the swelling lips. Robyn twisted and sighed. Connie climbed between her strong thighs, bending them up and open to her tongue. 

Jim was at full mast watching the remarkable events in front of him. Connie had seemed reluctant before to taste another woman's pussy. Something had changed. He liked it. He peeled off his t-shirt and pants, his big handsome body and his massive club revealed to the two women, who enjoyed the view. Connie's ass was high in the air while her mouth was down licking, sucking and penetrating Robyn. 

"Fuck me, Jim," she said before returning to the pleasuring of Robyn. She was sucking Robyn's clit when, on his knees behind her, Jim sank his club inside her. With Jim rocking his cock deeper into her, her mouth was rocking against Robyn's pussy. Holding his love's sweet ass in his hand, he kept steady thrusts going, impaling her with the mighty Vlad all the way to the base. Robyn was swept by the lust and love in the room, not to mention the pressure of Connie's mouth on her pubic bone and the expertise of the licking and sucking. Added to that was the excitement she had felt all night since meeting Jim which had never found its release, and Robyn was overcome by the most intense, body throbbing orgasm she had ever known. Connie tasted the cum and felt Jim's club stroke her low enough to hit her g-spot just right. Her fingers pressed her clit and that was it. She too was awash in orgasm. Jim kept a steady thrusting as the moans of the women and the sweet odor of pleasure juices filled the room. He felt the vibrations of Connie's orgasm. His fingers touching her where his sex entered hers felt awash with her juice. He was getting close. He thrust harder inside her. Then he stopped. He wanted to feel those amazing vibrations before they subsided. Connie suddenly collapsed beneath him, slipped out from under him, then licked his balls and his shaft, both covered with her juices. 

"Fuck her, Jim," Connie commanded and he obeyed. Robyn was amazingly slippery. He entered her all the way. His balls flapped against her ass. He ground himself into her, pressing against her perfectly to get her building to a new orgasm with each deep thrust. The thrusts were strong and relentless. When Robyn's sighs kept building in volume and rhythm, Connie could tell she was near. She shoved her finger up Jim's anus, stroking in and out at the pace Jim was stroking his club in and out of Robyn's pussy. Robyn's lips formed an O where her breath came hard and fast. She froze up, not breathing a moment, twisting her body to meet Jim's last thrust. He held himself against her, bone against bone. They erupted together. The pulsing counterpoint of throbs was pure bliss.

They calmed into a lovely balmy feeling. All three hugged and shared a three way kiss. And it was good.

A month later, Vic remembered seeing the three of them together when she got home that afternoon. She was crying, ashamed at what she had done the night before. Jim awoke. When their eyes met, she could see his disappointment. Then her tears made him realize she felt wrong about what she had done. He beckoned her to him. Connie made a space for her. She crawled in beside her love. They hugged and shared the cry. A tear ran along her nose and into her mouth as she remembered.

She looked across the dark room at Paul, her new lover. Though still there, and still eternal, Jim's love for her had cooled. And she was sharing him with another woman. All in all that night was probably as responsible as anything for giving her space to fall in love with Paul.

Careful not to wake him, Vic slipped under the covers, touching Paul's naked body with hers. She nestled against him, stroking his long raggy hair. Again she reminisced.

Out of the chaos came success. Robyn and Jim modeled for her. She took the photographs. Some shots were with a designer's clothing. Others were nude. She managed to drape the clothes so they were in the picture. The designer absolutely loved the nudes. The two were meant to model together.

Robyn's paintings were strong and vibrant. And her networking proved swift and successful so that the Clinic was a gallery with real quality. 

She and Kristen had found a building in Woodstock to expand the Clinic. It would enable Kristen to spend more time with Don in Woodstock, and Victoria to do the home schooling for Max. And of course Paul lived there.

Max was a good looking boy. He was shy, but once he warmed up to Victoria and the rest of the gang, he could be quite charming. She looked forward to teaching him. That wouldn't last forever as he was interested in going to the High School For The Performing Arts in Manhattan the following year. He had to audition, but from what Kristen said and the grace in which he moved and the confidence in which he talked about his acting and dancing, she knew he'd be accepted. 

And most amazing, Jim and Connie and Kristen and Don were going to be married. The man who was performing the marriage was lying beside her. In a few hours they would need to get up and get dressed and get ready for the ceremony. But they still had a few hours. Smiling a nasty, gleeful smile, she slid down the bed until her mouth was next to his soft cock, soon making it hard.