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The Applicant

By: bunny3374



Chapter 1

I worked in an office as a secretary, and my friend Margaret worked there too. It was our job to interview new candidates for positions opening every few weeks. This week, we were to interview for another secretary position in our building. Margaret and I met in my office one afternoon to look over the potential applicants for the job, selecting two from the pile of 20 that applied. We interviewed the first person the next morning, but it turned out that she was not right for the job, so we called in the second person, a woman named Heather Smith.

Heather showed up at Margaret's office at nine sharp the next morning for her interview. I was in Margaret's office sipping at a cup of french vanilla cappuccino and Margaret was having a cup of coffee. Heather came in and introduced herself to us. She was wearing a very curly blonde wig that fell to the middle of her back, and she also had on a loose fitting white blouse, a knee length black skirt, white stockings and black five inch heels. Margaret directed Heather to sit in the chair by her desk, then asked me to step out into the hall with her for a moment. We excused ourselves and stepped out the door, closing it behind me.

Margaret said to me, "Heather is a guy dressed like a woman, Chrissy. I could see the shadow of a mustache and beard, and those shoes were too big to be for a true woman. I bet we could get him to do a lot of stuff for us. I'll ask him some questions and see what's going on, then we can test him for his faithfulness. Hahaha! What do you think? Wanna try it?" I smiled as I thought it over, then nodded my head with a sly smile on my face as we stepped back into the office. Heather hadn't moved, and was just sitting there fidgeting with a single plain gold bracelet on her wrist. She stood up as Margaret and I came into the office and Margaret told her to resume her seat for the interview.

I moved behind Margaret and leaned against the window sill, casually watching Heather as Margaret began asking the usual office related interview questions and employment history. Heather gave all the usual replies for the questions, but added one thing that caught my attention. Margaret asked, "What skills do you possess that would work for this position that you are applying for?"

Heather's reply was, "I can type 84 words per minute. I know how to use a typewriter and computer both, as well as a copier and fax machine. I make great coffee and can remember exactly the way every person in the office likes their coffee, and I'm willing do to whatever it takes to become a success at this position."

I arched my brow and said, "Anything at all to become successful?" Heather simply nodded her head yes. Margaret turned to look at me and smiled, knowing exactly what I was thinking, because she was thinking the same thing. Margaret made some notes on Heather's application, then sent Heather down to the second floor Personnel office to get the New Employees packet and the orientation information. After Heather left Margaret's office, I took a seat in the chair where Heather was sitting a few moments before.

Margaret smiled and I knew what she was thinking. "Heather's perfect for the job and everything else we have in mind, Chrissy." she said with a devilish grin. 

"She, or should I say He, sure is! We'll have a lot of fun with him/her." I replied. Margaret opened the bottom drawer of her black file cabinet, and pulled out a black leather box. She took the key from her desk drawer and unlocked the small padlock then opened the box to reveal a collection of dildos, vibrators, condoms, handcuffs, blindfolds, anal plugs, silk scarves, lubricants, and a studded collar with a black leather dog leash attached to it. She looked at me and said, "Chrissy, I do believe your eyes are twinkling in anticipation! Your face is aglow with happiness!" I blushed and tried to control my rapid breathing. We both knew what I was looking forward to. 

I said, "I wonder how big his sissy clitty is under those girly clothes."

Margaret said, "Well, we will find out tomorrow morning when 'Heather' shows up for work. We'll have 'her' come in here for a 'meeting' during her break so she's not missed at her desk in the outer office." 

Right after Margaret said that, a knock sounded on the door. She quickly hid the black box under her desk. I stood and moved back to the window sill as Margaret went to the door and opened it to see Heather standing there with two large yellow envelopes in her hand. Margaret motioned Heather into the office and took the packets before sitting and having Heather sit. Margaret went over the paper work with Heather then told her to report to work at 8:30 am sharp the next day for her first day of work. We all shook hands then Heather left.

We watched out the window as 'Heather' emerged from the building's front door, three floors below us. She walked like a woman but Margaret and I both knew she was a man. We watched her get into a big blue Chevy pick-up truck and drive away then we turned back into the office to begin planning our fun for Heather. We planned for almost two hours before calling it a day and putting everything back in the leather box. Margaret put the box back in her file drawer after locking it back up, then closed and locked the file cabinet. 

I gave Margaret a hug and told her I'd see her tomorrow, then left to return to my own office to get my purse and jacket. I grabbed my car keys from my desk drawer and locked my office behind me. I walked to the elevator, passing Margaret's office on my way. I heard moaning coming from her office, and noticed her door was open a little bit, so I took a peek inside to see what was going on. I saw her laying on the couch in her office, naked as a baby, eyes closed tight as she pushed a huge dildo into her pussy. I could see her fluids coating it and her moaning got louder as she approached her climax, suddenly screaming out Heather's name. I felt moisture gather in my own pussy and couldn't wait to get home to use my shower massage head to get my own release, especially after watching Margaret masturbate that way. 

I quietly left her doorway and returned to the elevator, stepping inside. Luckily, I was the only one in there so I did a quick rub-off of my own, just enough to hold me until I got to my car and on my way home. 

Chapter 2

Five minutes later, I was at my car, unlocking the door and getting in. I buckled my seatbelt and started the car. I pulled out of the parking lot and went home, anxious to get to my shower and my toys to ease the itch between my legs. My right hand went beneath the hem of my skirt and into my panties to caress my swollen pussy lips while I kept my left hand on the steering wheel. I brushed my fingertips over my clit and moaned softly to myself. 

I said out loud, "I really need to get a vibe to keep in the glove box of my car for times like this." and vowed to go to the sex shop before going home. I turned left onto Brigham Street and went to the sex shop. I parked the car and went inside, going right to the section of the store where the vibrators were. I selected a large, thick 8-inch fleshy vibrating dildo, a smaller six-inch slim vibe, a fingertip vibe, and a vibrating vaginal 'egg' with a remote control. I paid for my purchases and left the store, a red shopping bag in my hand. I got back in my car and left the parking area, driving back toward home. Fifteen minutes later, I turned into my driveway and pulled the car into the garage. I grabbed my purse and the shopping bag, and hurried inside, shedding my jacket and shoes in the kitchen and dropping my purse on the table. I went down the hall to my bedroom and quickly undressed, down to my bra and panties, which were soaking wet from the orgasms I had in the elevator and car.

I removed the vibes from the bag and opened their packages, laying them out on the bed. I read the instructions on the packages for using and cleaning them, then sat on the bed. I opened the top drawer of my night stand and took out my bottle of warming lubricant, laying it on the bed by the toys. The first one I wanted to try was the 'egg', so I took it in my hand and dripped some lube on it, smearing it around with my hands. I wiped my hand off with a tissue, then removed my panties with my empty hand. I laid back on the bed and raised my knees up, spreading my legs wide. I fingered my pussy to get it wet, then slowly slid the 'egg' into my vagina, pushing it in deep with my fingers so only the cord for it was hanging out of me. I closed my legs together to keep it from coming out, and pressed the power button on the remote. 

The first sensations were exquisite as the vibrator hummed in a low setting. I moaned softly, but wanted more. I turned the speed up to medium, and my hips rose to meet the imaginary thrusts of a lover's cock as the vibrator caressed my love tunnel. I closed my eyes and began squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples hard. I could feel my pussy getting wetter, so I picked up the fingertip vibe and slid it onto my middle finger of my right hand, then turned it on and put it on my clit lightly, reveling in the awesome sensations shooting through my groin. I could feel my orgasm getting closer and closer with each second that ticked by. I couldn't hold it back any longer so I turned both the 'egg' and finger vibes up to the high settings, and began rubbing my clit hard with the finger vibe as the 'egg' was making love to my hole. 

Within seconds, my legs were squeezing tightly together and I was holding the finger vibe on my clit as my tunnel contracted around the egg vibe. I felt the fluids leaking out and running down the crack of my ass, but I wanted more. I turned off the vibes and removed the dripping wet egg vibe from my pussy with a gentle tug on the cord for it, a rush of warm liquid oozing out behind it. 

I grabbed my cell phone from the night stand and dialed my boyfriend Jeff's phone number, letting it ring 4 times. He didn't answer but I knew he would call back if he could. I waited 5 minutes. He didn't call, so I figured he was busy. I put the phone back and picked up the 8-inch vibrating dildo and the slim-vibe. I lubed both well, and slid the slim one slowly into my ass after turning it on to the low setting. I pressed down with my hips to hold it in there while I slipped the big one into my hot wet pussy, all the way in on one thrust. I picked up the finger vibe again and rubbed it over my clit with my left hand while the 8-inch vibe was throbbing in my pussy as I moved it in and out with my right hand. 

The feelings I was experiencing were so intense that it didn't take long for me to climax again. My whole body was tingling and I felt as if I might pass out with pleasure. It was incredible!! This was definitely something that Jeff had never made me feel before, and I was going to have to email him all about it after my shower. I would also have to email or call Margaret to tell her about it too. I just know they both would enjoy hearing about how I pleasured myself with these new toys. I screamed out my orgasm within moments, and lay on the bed panting and dizzy. I put all the toys on the night stand, then tried sitting up, but got dizzy again, so I laid back down for a few more minutes.

After about ten minutes, I was able to sit up without getting dizzy, so I picked up the toys and carried them to the bathroom so I could clean them off before my shower. I washed them all well and laid them out on a towel on the counter to dry, then I turned to start the water in the shower. I stepped in and let the warm water caress my flushed skin. I washed my long brown hair and shaved my legs and underarms, then washed my body with rose-scented body wash, being sure to wash my pussy and ass well, then rinsed off and stepped out, wrapping a large purple towel around my lush body. I grabbed another towel and dried my hair with it, then went back to the bedroom to slide on some underwear and a nightshirt. I slid my feet into my pink fuzzy slippers and went to the kitchen to make some dinner.

As I was putting some leftover chicken and potatoes and broccoli into the microwave, the phone rang. I went to answer it and found out it was Jeff, returning my call. We chatted for a few minutes, then I told him about my toy fun. I could hear him breathing heavy and he told me he was rubbing his cock through his jeans. I sat on the couch and began telling him everything I did with the new vibrators. I closed my eyes and I could hear a loud 'slap, slap, slap' as he stroked his cock quickly, then a loud growl-ish groan as he exploded his cum all over his stomach. I could tell that he had a big load from the way he was grunting, and I licked my lips, wishing I was sucking his cock and licking his cum from his tummy. I smiled as he thanked me for the great cum, and I told him I'd be glad to show him in person after work the next day. He readily agreed to be here waiting for me, since he had his own key to my house. We said goodbye and told each other, "I love you," then hung up the phones.

I went back to the kitchen and took my dinner from the microwave, grabbed a diet cola from the fridge and went to the couch. I put my plate on the coffee table and grabbed the remote control for the TV, putting it on my favorite movie that was on that night. I watched my movie and ate my dinner. My cat, Boots, came up and curled up beside me on the couch and I idly stroked his long soft fur as he purred loudly. When the movie was done, I looked at the clock. It said 9:45 pm. I stood, trying not to disturb the sleeping Boots, and picked up my plate and soda can, taking them to the kitchen. I yawned, then made sure the doors and windows were locked before I went to my bathroom to pee and brush my teeth. I grabbed my toys from the counter and put all but the 'egg' in my night stand drawer. I put that in my purse to take to work with me. I made sure my alarm clock was set for 7:00 am and I went to bed, snuggling under my blankets, falling asleep almost as soon as my head hit my pillow.

The next morning, my alarm went off at seven sharp. I got up and took a quick shower, then dressed in my black bra and thong panties, a red garter belt with black stocking straps, and black silk stockings. I pulled a short denim mini-skirt, a tight white blouse with short sleeves, and my red 4-inch heels from the closet and put them on. I fixed up my hair so it was pulled back out of my face with a pair of barrettes, did my make-up, then went to the kitchen. I poured some coffee into my travel mug and grabbed a packet of PopTarts from the cupboard for breakfast. I grabbed my jacket and purse and car keys, locked up the house behind me and went to the car in the garage to leave for work.

Twenty minutes later, I pulled my red Corvette into my parking space at work, right next to Margaret's black BMW. I went inside to the elevator to find Margaret there with Heather, who was early. They were talking and both greeted me warmly when I approached. I said to Margaret, "I have to something to talk to you about later, Margaret. It's about what I did after work yesterday, hahaha."

She said, "Ohhh, really?? I cant wait to hear about it. Come to my office around ten for a cup of coffee and we'll talk." I agreed to the meeting and we all stepped into the elevator, Heather between Margaret and myself. I couldn't help looking down at 'her' lap, wondering what was under that brown skirt and those beige stockings. I glanced up to see Margaret smiling at me, as if she knew what I was thinking, and I'm pretty sure she did know. 

Chapter 3

A few minutes later, we emerged from the elevator and I went to my office to check my messages, telling Margaret and Heather, "I'll be at your office at 10:30 for that meeting, Margaret. See ya soon!" They waved to me as I walked down the hall. I smiled as I patted the side of my purse where I had that vibrating egg toy, and I couldn't get to my office fast enough! I went into the outer office where my secretary, Amy-Lynn was busily typing away on the computer. We exchanged our good mornings and I told her that I was not to be disturbed for any reason, unless Margaret or Heather wanted me for anything. I went into my office, locking the door behind me.

I went to my desk and flipped on the power switch for my computer. While that was booting up, I hung up my jacket and removed the 'egg' from my purse. I sat on my couch and slid down my panties and stockings, and raised my skirt. I slid the 'egg' into my hot, wet, waiting pussy then slid the remote up under the waistband of my skirt so I could put it in my pocket discreetly. I pulled my panties and stockings back up, then readjusted my skirt. I tucked the remote into my pocket and turned it on the low setting, feeling the steady vibrations deep inside my pussy as I tested it out. Oh my God, it felt sooo good to be so naughty in my office. I turned off the vibrator and went to my desk to check my messages on my computer. 

I was scrolling down my list of messages when I came across one that Margaret had sent me. It was a link to a porn site that she wanted me to check out when I had some time. I looked at the clock and realized I still had an hour and 45 minutes before I had to be in her office for that meeting with her and Heather, so I clicked on the link. A few seconds later, the site popped up on my screen, revealing pictures of busty women being fucked by handsome, well-hung men, and some women being fucked by other women using dildo's, vibrators, and even some carrots and cucumbers. I was getting excited just from looking at the pictures, so I clicked on one showing a pair of ladies using cucumbers on each other.

The video began with the ladies kissing and touching each other's naked bodies, and licking each others pussy until they were glistening with saliva and love juices. They picked up the two large thick cucumbers and rubbed each other's wet cunts with them, then slowly began pushing them in and fucking each other with the vegetable. I had to admit, I was getting really turned on and I couldn't resist sliding my hand into my pocket and turning on the 'egg' vibe to the high setting immediately. My other hand slid beneath my skirt and fingered my clit as I watched the ladies fuck each other silly with a pair of 9 inch long cucumbers. Within moments, I felt my orgasm closing in and reached into the drawer of my desk for some tissues to clean up with afterward.

I fingered my pussy faster and harder as the 'egg' continued to vibrate deep in my cunt, closing my eyes tight as my climax hit me hard. I felt my juices leak out of my pussy and soak the crotch of my panties. I just sat there for a few minutes, after turning off the vibrator egg, letting my breathing get back to normal and for my body to stop tingling. I looked in my desk drawer hoping to find another pair of panties in there, but no such luck. So I just used the tissues to dry them as best as I could when I wiped my wet pussy. I tossed the tissues into my wastebasket and went back to reading my emails after saving that porn site on my favorites list. I thought of sending Margaret a Thank you email, but decided to just tell her when I saw her at the meeting.

Ten minutes later, my emails read and replied to, I glanced through the phone messages that waited on my desk. There were a couple from Jeff, and a few from some clients, which could wait until after lunch. I picked up my phone and dialed Jeff's cell phone. He picked up on the first ring. "Hi beautiful! How's my girl this morning?" he asked.

"I'm fine babe, just sitting here in my office looking at some porn and thinking how nice it would be to have your hard sexy cock thrusting deep in me as we both watch it together. But since you aren't here, lover, I had to settle for using my new vibrating 'egg' toy that I bought yesterday at The Pleasure Palace." I replied. I heard him moan as he thought about me using the toy.


The Applicant: Who Really Interviewed?



Author's note: I've changed the names of the actual people and places for everyone's protection, and I've been deliberately vague about a few dates. You'll soon understand why that is necessary. Not everyone believes in the incredible power of real love, and that's likely the reason so many settle instead for so much less. If the people who work with me figure out that I'm the man in this story, I'm certain they'll think I'm mentally and emotionally unbalanced. They're already openly concerned about what I did. Real love is truly much more powerful than most people believe. Not me. Not anymore.

I'm a professor of biochemistry at a medium-sized university. Our department is growing, and we recently began the process of hiring a colleague. We were seeking a young biochemist who was just finishing graduate school. Because two-thirds of our job is classroom teaching, we were also looking for someone who had teaching experience. About a dozen qualified applicants had applied for the position, and we had read their r‚sum‚s carefully. We had conducted telephone interviews with six of them, and we had finally trimmed their number to three for on-campus interviews.

A few weeks earlier, two of the three had presented papers at our national convention, and I had traveled a considerable distance to attend. I had wanted to see how they presented their work in order to assess their capabilities both as teachers as well as colleagues. I was the only member of our department attending the meetings because my colleagues had to cover my classes in my absence. (Being the senior professor in a department does have its perquisites!) I checked into my room at the conference center, picked up my credentials at the convention desk, and noted the rooms and times when our two applicants would be talking. Then I went to the hotel's gym and worked out for over an hour. I've always kept myself in shape. Since I don't have a family, I have plenty of time for exercise. 

The first of these two presentations was by a young man named Aaron Thompson, and he was excellent. He described his recent research with both enthusiasm and clarity, and I was properly impressed. My field had advanced rapidly in recent years, and I was almost completely out-of-date. I felt certain that he could help get me back into research and publishing, things I had always loved (in conjunction with my teaching) but had somehow abandoned. I knew it would feel strange to have a colleague more than a quarter-century younger become my "teacher," but I was reasonably confident that Aaron could assume that role and work with me effectively.

But it was the talk presented by the second candidate, a young woman named Sarah Nottingham, that completely confused and bewildered me. The session began normally. I found a seat near the back in a large lecture hall, and I began looking around to see if I knew anyone. I didn't. 

There were two people presenting before Sarah, and I listened to their talks with interest, even though I was trying to guess which woman on the front row - which I couldn't see very well - was our candidate. As the second presenter sat down, a pretty young woman stood up and moved to the front of the room. Although I had intended to pay close attention to what she said, that quickly became an impossibility. I became incredibly aroused as soon as I saw her. I stared at her and I could feel my heart pounding as my blood pressure rose.

As she walked to the lectern, her movements were smooth and supple, almost feline. She was slender, with small breasts and long legs. My erection stiffened until it was as hard as any I could ever recall. The front of my pants had bulged out, so I hastily covered my lap with a handful of papers that I had been carrying. As she gave her talk, she moved back and forth between the lectern and an overhead projector. I was unable to think about anything except how her body would look undressed. Each time she leaned over and I caught a glimpse of her brassiere under her blouse, I felt my penis pulse. My testicles began to throb, and I was so incredibly turned on I was afraid I was going to embarrass myself.

What the hell was going on? Over the years I had seen dozens of truly overtly sexual women give presentation. Some of them had been provocatively dressed, but I had never reacted this way to them! Was I thinking of the power I would have over her if she joined our department? Did I think I could use that power to trade sex for a positive tenure revue? Was I that kind of predator? I really didn't believe I was so evil, but my throbbing penis belied my claims I was really a nice guy. I really wanted to make love to a complete stranger!

I was at least thirty feet from Sarah, yet even from that distance everything about her excited me - her voice, her movements, even her professional and non- provocative clothing. Twice in my life I had reacted to women this way. The first to arouse this all-consuming raw lust had been my ninth-grade English teacher, and the second had been my only real love, Liz. This young woman was half my age, so what the hell was going on? She wouldn't willingly make herself available to me for sex! Was I losing my mind? My penis and balls continued to throb as she mouthed words that I didn't hear. I thought about how it would feel to kiss her and press my body against hers and undress her and feel . . . 

I closed my eyes and I experienced an abrupt, vivid memory of a naked Liz sitting on my lap, facing me, as she slowly raised and lowered herself on my penis. I could see her stiff nipples bouncing gently on her tiny breasts as she moved. I could hear the little sounds she made in her throat as my penis moved inside her. The memory was so intensely real I could even feel her vagina squeezing my penis as she moved up and down. Since I had lost Liz, I had never had such incredibly vivid erotic images of her like this - not even when I masturbated. What the hell was going on? I felt pressure building in my groin, and I knew I was just moments from ejaculating. Liz's body began the trembling that always preceded her orgasms, and I felt my balls pulling up tight against my shaft. 

The sound of applause as Sarah concluded her remarks jolted me into reality from my dream. I opened my eyes, and all I had remaining from the dream was a painful and throbbing groin. At least I was no longer dreaming about having sex with Liz! But I was still so aroused it had become almost unbearable to be still. I felt hot, and my breath was coming in short, quick gasps. My heart was pounding as fast as did when I exercised.

Sarah had been the last presenter in the session, and the room began to empty. I was still painfully erect and unable to stand up, so I remained sitting and I watched her. Doing so only made my condition worse. She was intelligent, pretty, and incredibly sexually attractive to me. But why? What had brought about my incredible lust? The memory of making love to Liz? If that were so, why was I still staring at Sarah?

Several people talked to Sarah briefly, but in a few minutes I was alone in the lecture hall with her. I watched as she finished packing up her notes. She looked up and saw me sitting alone near the back of the room, and she froze and stared at me, clearly surprised. Her face flashed red for a moment. Then she smiled. "Was there something you wanted to ask me about my talk?" She inquired.

There was something odd - almost mocking - in the tone of her voice, as if she had known I would stay until everyone else had gone. Another dark blush briefly appeared on her face and quickly vanished. I thought I saw her tremble for a moment. Perhaps my presence made her apprehensive. Perhaps she could sense that I was overcome with lust for her. Perhaps I was losing my mind!

I shook my head. My penis was still throbbing painfully, and I felt dizzy. In spite of the air conditioning I felt overheated and my entire body was slightly sweaty. When I answered her, my voice sounded as if it came from a great distance, rather than from inside me. The room was beginning to spin as I looked directly at her. "No, your talk was excellent. I just wanted to introduce myself. Forgive me for not standing. I'm feeling a little faint. You'll be interviewing with us in a couple of weeks. I'm Mike Steward from Podeski College." I was feeling more and more disoriented as the room spun faster. Sarah picked up her briefcase and purse and walked toward me. As she approached, I felt heat and tension building once again in my groin. She extended her hand. "Dr. Steward! I'm so glad you were able to attend my talk. I'm looking forward . . ."

I looked into Sarah's alert, intelligent eyes. They were beautiful! As inappropriate as it would normally have been, I was unexpectedly acutely disappointed she hadn't called me by my first name! I foolishly wanted her to acknowledge the dreamlike intimate connection I had felt with her! As I shook her hand, I felt a sudden shock go through me, almost like a jolt of electricity. There was a roaring in my ears and I couldn't hear anything else she said. I stared deeply into her eyes and I almost blacked out. I felt wave after wave of heat erupting from my groin and spreading through my body. Did she know what she was doing to me? Was it deliberate on her part? Was it some sort of spell? Or was I having some kind of seizure?

Sarah released my hand and gave me a worried look. I saw her mouth moving, but all I could hear was the screaming roar inside my head. I took a deep breath and I gradually began to hear again as the roaring subsided. " . . . sure you're all right? Should I call someone? Your wife?" I heard her ask as she pointed to the wedding ring on my finger. I looked down and saw my left hand twitching and bouncing against my thigh. My wedding ring sparkled brightly on my finger in the direct light from an overhead spotlight.

I let out a long sigh. "No, I think I'll be fine. I'll just sit her for a few minutes until whatever . . . that was . . . is over. Thanks for being concerned. And I no longer have . . . a wife. She died a . . . a long . . . a very long time ago."

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" She said. "Are you sure you don't want me to get help?"

I again stared into her eyes and it felt as if she were pulling me inside her mind. She gave me a sudden, knowing smile, and I knew she realized I was overwhelmingly sexually attracted to her. My hand was no longer trembling and I took another deep breath. I nodded.

"If you're certain you're okay, I'll be going. I'm meeting some friends for dinner. If I don't see you here again, I'll see you soon at Podeski. Thanks for coming to my talk!"

I told Sarah I was fine. She seemed to be perspiring. Her face was red and she looked overheated, almost excited. I didn't want her to leave, but I couldn't think of anything else to say. After looking at me for a few seconds she smiled and gave a little wave, then turned and left the room. I stared at the captivating movements of her shapely behind as she walked away. The absence of pain in my groin made me realize that my penis was no longer hard. I lifted the papers I had held in my lap to conceal my erection, and there was a gigantic wet spot spreading slowly across the front of my slacks. I sat alone in the room, smelling my cum, trying to figure out what had just happened to me. Was this the onset of senility? Why had Sarah Nottingham affected me this way?

After several minutes of sitting, I felt almost normal. Well, as normal as I could feel sitting alone in my cum-soaked pants. I stumbled to the back of the room and poured two pitchers of ice-cold water on myself. The shock of the cold water on my body helped clear my head. I soaked my shirt and made my pants wet from my waist to my knees. I left the room, muttering aloud about "slippery water pitchers." I hoped I fooled the people who saw me as I hurried to my room. Given the aroma of cum I exuded, anyone who came close to me almost certainly knew I was really a dirty old man.

I quickly undressed and rinsed the cum out of my clothes. I took a shower, then went out for a quick meal. Confusing sexual thoughts of both Liz and Sarah swept through my consciousness as I ate. Afterwards I lay naked on my back on my bed. I closed my eyes and thought about what had happened in the lecture hall. My vivid memory of having sex with Liz immediately returned. As my penis stiffened, I gently rubbed myself as I dreamed about making love to her again. Then her hair changed color and her face changed to Sarah's. I began to fantasize that it was Sarah, not Liz, riding my cock and moaning. This image was so incredibly intense it only took a few minutes of slow stroking to produce another intense ejaculation.

Once again I nearly blacked out. When I recovered, I needed another shower. There was cum all over my chest, and there were also some cum spots on the bed. I hadn't ejaculated so much - or so quickly - in more than a quarter century. Again I wondered what the hell was going on? Sarah's figure was nearly the same as Liz's had been, but Sarah had dark hair and Liz had been a natural blonde. Certainly their faces were dissimilar, and their voices were pitched completely differently. Their body shape was all they appeared to have in common. Was that all that had been required to evoke such intensely erotic memories of my long-dead love? Given the number of similarly-built young women in my classes, why had something like this never happened to me before?

The conference ended two days later, but even though I constantly looked for her, I didn't see Sarah again. Each morning and evening I masturbated, using her as my imaginary partner. Each time I would first imagine I was having sex with Liz, but then I could feel the dream change so that it was Sarah who was naked in my arms. My ejaculations continued to be both powerful and voluminous. I felt guilty that I was using these vivid, new images of Liz to enable me to climax while thinking about having sex with someone else. But the intensity of my ejaculations was extremely addictive and beguiling.

I returned home, and, with the exception of the upcoming pressure of interviewing and selecting a potential colleague, life almost resumed its normal routine. There was one marked change. Nearly every morning as I awoke, I dreamed of making love to Liz. Similar dreams had occurred occasionally in the past, but this was the first time I could remember them happening on so many consecutive days. During each dream I masturbated to ejaculation, with a clear image of Liz as the object of my passion. This, too, had been normal, although since my unexplained reaction to Sarah, the sexual memories were now sharp, bright, and graphic. I also could "hear" Liz's moans and the wet sounds of our sexual activities.

Because I was single, I had always had time to take advantage of the workout machines in the campus gym. My hair was turning gray, but my waist had remained the same since I had been twenty years old. I was in great shape for a guy my age, but the others in the workout room must have wondered what demons I was exorcizing as I exercised that week! Several people asked me why I was pushing myself so hard, but I just laughed their questions aside. How could I tell them I was afraid of having lustful thoughts about a young woman who was coming to interview? 

I deceived myself into believing there was no connection between my frantic exercise and Sarah's pending visit to campus. I really believed that I had recovered from whatever Sarah had caused to happen to me at the conference. Sarah was completely out of my erotic thoughts. I could now enjoy intensely satisfying fantasy sex with Liz without guilt or concern. Of course I was naively and completely wrong.

We began on-campus interviews with our three finalists two weeks after I returned from the conference. The first two were men, and not surprisingly Aaron was the apparent favorite. Sarah was our third and final candidate. She had postponed her interview for nearly a week, thereby delaying our final decision. My colleagues asked me to compare her talk at the conference with Aaron's, and I lied and told them into believing I had missed it entirely. How could I possibly explain the real reason I hadn't heard her speak? I doubted they would believe anyone of my age was capable of such intense passion! I certainly knew they wouldn't understand why I was beating off every morning while dreaming about making love to my dead wife! Hell, I didn't understand it myself!

I was aware of the day of the week Sarah was coming, and as it approached I began worrying about my possible intense sexual reaction to her. This concern kept me from noticing the precise date when she was due to arrive. It was only later that I realized it was the first year since Liz had died that I had not dreaded the approach of that date. 

The night before Sarah's interview I slept fitfully. I awoke several times after dreaming about Liz, and each time my penis was fully erect and leaking pre- cum. That morning, for the first time since the conference, I did not masturbate. Sarah's interview day had begun and my mind was in turmoil. I hoped I would be able to control my reaction to her, but I was afraid I might embarrass both of us. My artificial confidence that she would no longer affect me had completely evaporated. 

Fortunately my class schedule prevented me from seeing much of Sarah during the day. Between classes, but always being careful to be in the company of several colleagues, I managed to briefly chat with her. As I had feared, each time I did so I became intensely aroused as soon as she looked at me. I sensed that she was aware of my reaction to her, but nobody else appeared to notice. Certainly none of the other men reacted as I did! What was causing me to respond to her this way? I was twice her age, for God's sake! Her similarity to Liz was at best superficial!

In mid-afternoon I locked my office door and sat at my desk. I read through her file, hoping to find - a clue? Something? I found her name, Sarah E. Nottingham, followed by her date of birth, on one of her university transcripts. Her birth date wasn't a date I recognized, but there was something about it that was familiar. I couldn't remember why, and it bothered me. I struggled with this puzzle for several minutes as I worked my way through her reference letters, but I couldn't figure out why her date of birth might have any significance. Perhaps I was simply concerned that her birth date made precise the huge difference in our ages. Yes, I was indeed twice her age. But realizing that fact didn't seem to satisfy my nagging worries.

I was working my way through her file a second time when I happened to glance at the calendar on the wall. I felt as if I had been hit in the stomach and I immediately began to perspire. I felt my abdomen tighten, and I tasted acid in my throat. Today was the twenty-eighth anniversary of my Dark Day. With abrupt clarity I realized that Sarah's birthday was on the same-numbered day, but three months earlier. Was that what had bothered me about her birth date? The same day, but in a different month? But why?

As my stomach continued to churn, I felt a familiar sadness welling up inside me and I ignored the puzzle of Sarah's birth date. My worrying about her visit had caused me to completely forget about the Dark Day - for the first time, ever. Then, as always happened on this date, incredibly vivid images of the Dark Day filled my mind. I crossed my arms on my desk and laid my face down on them, and I began to weep. I cried, alone in my office, filled with a sense of complete and total hopelessness. I couldn't help remembering those terrible events of nearly three decades earlier.

My Dark Day. I had met Liz in my fourth year of graduate school at Ohio State. From the first time we had talked we had known we belonged together, forever. We had found a tiny off-campus apartment and moved in. Our lovemaking had been frequent, intense, and completely uninhibited. After more than two years of living together, we had married in a small ceremony. Because we had almost no money, we had honeymooned by camping outdoors, in a borrowed tent, at a secluded campsite a few miles from campus. It had been our fist time making love without protection, and that extra intimacy had fueled our already powerful passionate love to a level which had completely overwhelmed us. Each time my semen had splashed inside Liz, the excited glow on her face and her special cry of joy had made my love for her feel almost unbearably powerful.




The Applicant: Who Really Interviewed?



In May, less than a year later, I had successfully defended my dissertation and I had been offered a position at Podeski. I had not yet accepted. Sarah had also finished her Ph.D., and we had been looking for an institution where we could both find jobs in our separate disciplines. Our quest had been unsuccessful, and I had kept Podeski waiting for my decision. During that waiting time, on Liz's twenty-eighth birthday, we had learned that she was pregnant. That birthday night I had insisted we celebrate by driving to a nearby town for dinner and dancing. Given our poverty, this outing had been an extravagance. But how many times do you learn that you and your love have produced your first child? Over and over during the meal Liz had proclaimed that our child, growing in her body, had been the best birthday present she had ever received. I had been so much in love with Liz that evening that I had felt intoxicated. I had truly never known such happiness.

A thunderstorm had developed while we were celebrating. On our return trip we had been about ten miles from Columbus when a bolt of lightning had knocked a tree across the road directly in front of us. I had swerved to avoid it as it fell, but because I had been blinded by the lightning flash, I had put our car into a ditch. Neither of us had been injured, but the car had been hopelessly stuck.

When nobody had arrived to help us after several minutes, Liz had started getting worried. I had kissed her, then gotten out of the car and left to get help. I had been perhaps a hundred yards downwind from our car when I had smelled the faint odor of gasoline. In near panic I had turned and started running back to get her out of the car. Just at that moment another bolt of lightning had struck. I had been knocked to the ground, not by the lightning but by the pain of having the very core of my being wrenched out of me. Liz and our unborn child had disappeared in a huge ball of fire as the car had exploded. As I had screamed and collapsed into shock, from inside my head I had heard Liz calling my name, over and over, fainter and fainter until I couldn't hear her voice anymore.

I had awakened strapped down in a hospital bed. They had kept me in the psychiatric ward for more than a two weeks until they had been reasonably certain I wouldn't try to kill myself. For a long time I hadn't shared their optimism. My grief had been so heavy I could taste it. They had said it would go away in time. They had probably never been more wrong. I'd even had to give all of my photographs of Liz to her parents. Seeing her smiling face, particularly in those showing us together, had ripped my insides apart whenever I looked at them. Besides, I hadn't needed photos to remember her; I hadn't ever been able to forget her. Her memory had haunted me since that day. 

Not knowing what else to do, I had accepted the position at Podeski. Less than three months later I had begun my reasonably successful academic career. I had never remarried. A substantial number of the faculty and students had assumed I was gay, and that my wedding ring was only a ruse. I had never told anyone about my lost love. My sex life after Liz could best be described as infrequent and unsatisfying.

For the first twenty years on the anniversary of my Dark Day, I had a habit of calling in sick, staying home alone, and getting hopeless drunk. Eventually I had managed to ignore that date. Well, almost. At least I no longer drank to forget, but the memories of Liz were always overwhelmingly vivid on my Dark Days. God, Liz, I loved you so very much! I can still hear you calling to me as you went away! If I'd just stayed in the car with you, we'd still be together now! You, me, and our unborn child! I'd rather be dead than living without you! No wonder I'd thought about killing myself!

Back to the present. I stopped weeping, and said softly, "I love you Liz! God, I still love you so much! I don't know why I'm still alive!" I closed my eyes and saw her smiling face. I wept again for several minutes.

Somehow I pulled myself together, dried my eyes, and went to hear Sarah's talk to the department. My sense of grief remained as vividly powerful as it had been twenty-eight years before. As I slowly approached the room where she was scheduled to speak, my stomach ached as it had that Dark Day.

In spite of my gut-twisting grief, as soon as I saw Sarah I immediately became aroused. I have absolutely no idea what she said in her presentation to the department. I somehow managed to get through it without having my completely inappropriate erection become obvious to anyone else. So many of her gestures and movements reminded me of Liz! Of course she was also almost exactly the same age as Liz had been when she had died. Was I losing my mind? Couldn't I get past my grief on my Dark Days? Was Sarah simply reinforcing my usual Dark-Day memories of Liz? I felt emotionally whipsawed between my throbbing carnal desire for Sarah and my aching, painfully deep love for my long- dead true love, my wife, my Liz.

Mercifully Sarah's talk and subsequent questions-and-answers only lasted an hour. Because I had not been able to find time to really talk with her during the day, I was selected to accompany her to dinner. I agreed, although I felt a peculiar mixture of fear and lust as I thought about how it would feel to be close to her for a couple of hours. I knew I was becoming completely unhinged. Was it the Dark Day? Was it Sarah? Had I gone completely mad? The sour taste of grief mingled in my mouth with the sweet anticipation of carnality.

Two of my colleagues drove Sarah to a local restaurant. I drove myself and joined them there. The four of us were seated at a rather small table with Liz to my right. Occasionally her leg bumped mine during the meal, and each time I felt the same intense feelings of erotic excitement I had always experienced when Liz had brushed against me. Several times I lost track of the conversation as I abruptly remembered - vividly and in considerable detail - making love to Liz. Each time it happened I caught Sarah looking at me with a strange look in her eyes and with patchy red blotches on her face and neck. Did she know how aroused I was? Could she read my mind? If so she would surely think I was going insane! I was as old as her parents, and here I was, innocently touching her and then imagining I was making love to a woman who had died before she was born!

I don't remember what I ate, but the meal was finally over. Because I lived in the appropriate direction, my colleagues asked me to drive Sarah to her motel. During the five-minute drive she sat silently on the front seat, staring at me. I was afraid to look at her. I was grateful for her silence, since I didn't know how I could carry on a conversation. I felt certain she knew I was still fully erect. I wondered if she realized that I wanted to touch her body in order to remind me of someone else. Images of Liz appeared in my head as I drove. Yes, I certainly was losing my mind. On this, of all days, how could I be lusting after Sarah? Or was I really just lusting after my long-dead, long-lost Liz? The throbbing from my groin didn't help me to think.

Sarah finally spoke and directed me to a parking place near her room. I really didn't want to leave, and I knew that Sarah perceived this. I was preparing to say something incredibly stupid when she said, "I have a couple more questions about the position. We could talk more comfortably in my room. Can you come in for a few minutes?" I still couldn't speak, but I nodded my head. As much as possible I tried to avoid looking at her. I really wanted to be alone with her, but I was also afraid of what might happen if I were.

I walked Sarah to her door, and she handed me her key. She was visibly trembling as our hands touched. I unlocked the door and I followed her inside. I was trembling now, too. She turned to me. "This isn't really about the job, but, well, it sort of is." She said. "But what? . . . What's going on between you and me?"

I finally found my voice. "I'm sorry if I've embarrassed you in any way! I've just . . ."

"Embarrassed? You've done much more than that! I'm at my wit's end! You seem to project your sexual desires into my head! You aren't just mentally undressing me! Every time you're in the room I can feel your thoughts. It's . . . It's . . . It's like you're touching my body with your mind and making love to me! Do you do this to all the women you know? Or are you just picking on me for some reason?"

"I'm s-s-sorry! I don't know what's happening. I really don't! Something draws me to you, and you make me remember . . . someone else. She looked a little like you and today is . . ." I had an abrupt and vivid memory of the car exploding, and I felt hot tears running down my face. I sat down in a chair and covered my eyes with my hands. I began to sob. I was suddenly simultaneously both acutely embarrassed and completely overcome with grief.

"And this! You'd been crying before my talk, hadn't you? Your eyes were all red and puffy. When I saw you, I suddenly got the feeling that somebody had just died! But then you turned your face toward me and I felt something change, and . . . and I know you were thinking about making love to me! I felt you touching me in intimate places - only with your mind, not your hands!"

I didn't know what to say, so I just sat in the chair with my hands covering my eyes. I was even more confused than Sarah was. My flow of tears began to diminish as I gradually regained control of my runaway emotions.

"Why me? I'm no seductive beauty! I don't have gigantic boobs! Why are . . . There! You did it again! Even with your eyes covered, I felt you pretending to rub my breasts! How do you do that? WHY do you do that to me?"

Sarah sat down in a chair as far from me as she could. "God, this is so stupid! I really want this job, but not so much that I'd sleep with someone to get it! Besides, if anyone ever found out that I was having an affair with a member of the department, I'd be booted out, so this is completely crazy! I should never have invited you into my room!"

There followed a silence or perhaps a minute, then Sarah almost whispered, "I don't care. I know you want me. God, you're as old as my father but I want you, anyway! In my mind I can feel your hands moving all over my body, and I'm getting excited. Something's going on here that I don't understand. So if you don't leave right now I'll probably have sex with you. We shouldn't! We really shouldn't! But if I get any more turned on I won't . . ."

Sarah was right. This situation was clearly dangerous for her, both personally and professionally. I had to leave. I stood up to go, and she stared at the bulge my erection made in my pants. I froze. She looked up and our eyes locked. I heard that strange roaring sound in my head, and then I felt Sarah, still sitting across the room, touching my penis and balls with her fingertips. We were fifteen feet apart, but I could feel my own hand sliding between her legs. I could even feel her wetness as my fingers moved through her pubic hair and explored her slippery vulva. I knew we were sharing an intense erotic fantasy, but it felt incredibly real.

I have no idea how long we stared into each other's eyes from across the room. We imagined that we were naked as we caressed each other, and we both responded as it were actually happening. As our mental touches became more forceful, I felt us both losing control. I could smell her arousal as I thought about sliding my slippery fingers in and out of her. Sarah suddenly got to her feet. I stood up, too. As we moved toward each other the imagined sensations of touching and of being touched intensified. I suddenly found myself holding and kissing her. The incredibly real erotic dream ended when we closed our eyes. I could feel her body pressing against mine through our clothing, and impossibly, the reality of her touch as she moved her hands over me was even more arousing than the fantasy had been.

Our tongues made intense and frantic love as our kiss continued. Both of us were moaning as our hands explored each other's body through our clothing. We began to undress each other. Even though we were almost complete strangers, we didn't fumble or get in each other's way, and it didn't take us very long. We knew exactly what to do as if we'd undressed each other many, many times before. Our communication as we touched was even more clear than our eye-eye conversation had been. We each simply knew what to do next. And every touch generated more desire and more erotic tension.

My shoes and socks prevented my pants from coming off. Sarah, wearing only her panties, dropped down, untied my shoes, and pulled everything over my feet, leaving me naked. As she did so she nuzzled her cheek against my erection and made excited little sounds in her throat. She kissed the head of my penis then stood back up. I dropped to my knees and leaned forward. I kissed her navel, and she pulled my face firmly against her as I slowly pulled her panties down her legs. They were nearly transparent with the wetness of her excitement. Her scent of arousal was unmistakable. 

I kissed my way back up Sarah's body and we kissed naked for the first time, face to face. After a long and breathless kiss, we pulled our mouths apart and stared into each other's eyes. Her face radiated joy and passion. Our hands moved over our bodies as we actually touched what we had felt in our sensuous vision. She gasped as she caressed my penis, and she gasped again as I rubbed my fingers through her moist pubic hair and easily slipped two fingers inside her.

I spun Sarah around and held her from behind - something I had often done with Liz. My erect penis was pressed between the cheeks of her behind, and I cradled her small breasts with my hands as I kissed her on the back of her neck. She moaned, then reached up and over her head and ran her hands through my hair. "I don't know . . . I've never . . . Why? Why us? . . . What's happening?" She asked. I had no answers and I didn't attempt to provide any. Her nipples were stiff and warm and poking out between my fingers. I rubbed and squeezed them gently. I rocked forward and back, sliding my penis up and down her crease, each time thrusting my penis firmly between her legs as I moved forward. She rocked her hips back as I did so, and the head of my penis grazed her wet labia.

Once again I vividly remembered making love to Liz. This had been one of our favorite ways to begin our lovemaking. Her nipples had been extremely sensitive, and I had almost always brought her to orgasm by doing what I was doing with Sarah. As this vibrant memory of Liz faded, Sarah's hip action became more pronounced, and her moans grew louder. I felt her excitement building, and I squeezed firmly on her nipples as I cupped her breasts. Her body vibrated violently and she gave a loud groan. Her legs shook, then collapsed under her, and I had to hold her up by wrapping my arms around her waist. "God! I've never gone off just doing that! What's happening? How can you do this to me?" She cried. I turned Sarah around and we kissed, face-to-face again, my erection smashed between us. She was still trembling from her orgasm. "I need a shower first! Please!" She begged. We clung to each other as we moved into the bathroom and we never broke contact as we climbed together into the tub.

Sarah and I took turns washing and playing with each other. She laughed and kissed me as Liz had often done as my soapy fingers brought her closer and closer to another orgasm. Finally I pressed her back against the wall and she raised one leg and put it on the side of the tub. In the midst of her thick, dark pubic hair I could see that her labia were swollen and spread apart. Sarah was clearly both ready and offering herself to me. 

During each of the handful of times since Liz had died when I had been seduced into having sex, I had always worn a condom. I was not afraid I would catch something. But having sex with someone else was only a mild betrayal of Liz's memory compared to what would have happened had I created another life! No matter how strong my lust, I couldn't risk that! Liz had never been far below my conscious thoughts, but this time the thought of using protection didn't concern me. I was remembering Liz as I made love to Sarah, but this time I was willing to risk getting Sarah pregnant. 

The memory of Liz abruptly faded as the head of my penis entered Sarah. I felt her vagina first grip my penis firmly, then relax slightly so that I could go further inside her. I paused to enjoy the sensation as she clasped my penis. The look of passion on her face got even stronger as I felt her vagina give my penis a quick squeeze. She stared into my eyes and whispered, "Yes! Yes!" 

We kissed and I leaned forward. Sarah made low moans of pleasure as my penis slowly slipped completely into her. We mated standing up. In spite of the intensity of our excitement, at first we moved together slowly, savoring every sensation. Our arousal grew and our coupling became faster and more frantic. When her vagina began to tremble and squeeze my penis in quick pulses, my own climax began. I pressed myself as far inside her as I could reach, and I ejaculated into her again and again. We both cried out. With each blast of my semen our bodies twitched and jerked until our legs began to quiver. The sounds she made and the look of joy on her face as each of my spurts splashed inside her reminded me so very much of Liz's responses the first time we'd had sex without a condom. 

Finally our trembling legs gave way and we collapsed together into the tub. My penis was still mostly erect, and somehow we managed to remain joined together. Liz had never worried about her hair when we made love, and I laughed with joy when Sarah didn't complain as the shower drenched her hair and plastered it against her scalp. We wrapped ourselves around each other and giggled and kissed and hugged as the warm water cascaded over us like a waterfall. Sarah moved her body against me, but she was careful to keep me inside her. 

Several minutes later my limp penis slipped out of Sarah. We lovingly cleaned each other again, and I turned the shower off. As soon as we were reasonably dry, I picked her up and carried her into the other room. I pulled the covers down, and laid her on the bed. She lay on her back, legs apart, staring into my eyes, and smiling. More than anything I had ever desired, I wanted to make love to her again. 

I climbed onto the bed between her legs and crawled forward on my knees until my semierect penis was pressing against her stomach. I kissed her tiny breasts and her face and her neck. Her nipples stiffened and she moaned as I sucked as much of each breast into my mouth as I could. She ran her hands over my body and spoke quietly. "What IS this? Why are we so attracted to each other? At the conference. I didn't know who you were, but I knew you were there. I felt you . . . looking at my breasts as I talked. It made my nipples stiff and I could feel them rubbing against my bra. I felt my panties getting wet as I searched the audience for you." She paused and stared into my eyes. Again I felt that strange connection with her that I had felt before. "What's happening? OH! YES!"

Sarah had just touched my penis with her hands, and I had immediately become erect. She spread her legs wide apart and moved the head of my penis to her opening. She smiled and her eyes sparkled. Her invitation was obvious. I pushed myself slowly inside her, then kissed her as we made love in the traditional missionary position. Her hard little nipples brushed over my chest as we moved together. Liz had liked doing it this way, too. A few minutes later she repeatedly thrust her hips forcefully against mine as I moved inside her, and she began to tremble. Our kiss finally ended. Our mouths separated as Sarah threw her head back. She pulled me firmly into her with her legs, and we both climaxed in a series of intense, shuddering, groans. When it was over, I collapsed on the bed beside Sarah, and we kissed and cuddled. Her hair was drying into a real tangle as Liz's had often done. After several minutes our breathing rates were almost normal. 




The Applicant: Who Really Interviewed?



Between kisses Liz continued her story. "You introduced yourself, and I knew you were the one who had been watching me. Then when I walked over and touched your hand, your whole body jerked. Somehow I knew you had ejaculated! I felt it! All the way inside me! Here!" She pointed to her abdomen. "I was already turned on, and I almost climaxed, too! It was so sexy! After I left the room, I went into a restroom and masturbated. I had orgasm after orgasm thinking about you. I didn't stop until I began to get sore! I'd never done anything like that before! And I didn't even know you!"

I couldn't tell Sarah that this was exactly the intense type of intimacy Liz and I had known. Sarah's physical responses - even her orgasms! - were remarkably as I remembered Liz's! How could I tell her that she reminded me so much of my long-dead love? What woman could possibly understand? Instead I told her other truths - that I found her unbelievably attractive, that I was somehow drawn to her, that she made me feel emotions that, given her age, I hadn't felt since before she was born.

"I feel them too!" She said. "Powerful emotions! When I came out of the restroom at the conference after I . . . I got off, I almost ran into you again. You were heading down the hall. Your clothes were dripping wet, and I had to put my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing out loud when I realized what you had done to hide your little accident! I wanted to go to you then, but a voice inside my head told me to wait. Until today. I deliberately avoided seeing you again at the conference. That voice inside told me that today was the right day. I even called your department and changed the date for my interview so I could be here today, rather than last week."

Sarah's insistent fingers grasped my genitals. "Again?" She asked. "You're ready again? I thought men your age . . . Well!" With that she rolled on top of me and sat with her legs apart and with my penis, again stiff and upright, pressing against her abdomen. I could feel our combined fluids draining out of her and moistening my groin. Her nipples were stiff and jutting out of her tiny breasts. Her dark hair had dried into a wild mess, just as Liz's blonde hair had often done. She looked incredibly sexy! 

"I've never done it this way before, but it's what you want, isn't it?" She asked? I nodded, feeling suddenly dizzy, lost in a vivid memory of Liz asking me much the same question thirty years before. Sarah lifted herself up, then impaled herself on me. She giggled at the slurping noise we made as we joined ourselves together once again. A thick, warm, sensually aromatic mixture of my cum and her juices spread rapidly through our conjoined pubic hair.

Liz had particularly enjoyed teasing me in this position. She would move slowly, then suddenly go up and down really fast. She would twist back and forth, and then she would sit absolutely still. She would squeeze my penis hard , and then relax so that I could barely feel her vagina. She liked to work me into an uncontrollable frenzy before she finally made us both climax. I wondered if it's a technique women instinctively know, because Sarah knew exactly what to do - and when to do it. She took me to the edge at least a half-dozen times before we both finally lost control and exploded together in a bed-rocking, shared orgasm. We cried out loudly together as we came. 

As we calmed down, I cuddled Sarah on top of me, my penis quickly softening inside her. I finally regained my breath. "I know it's a little late to be thinking about this since I've already ejaculated inside you more than a dozen times, but aren't you worried about getting pregnant?"

Sarah looked startled. "Oh my God! I've never EVER had unprotected sex before! I always insisted they . . . my partners used, you know . . . " She waved her hand in the air.

"What we used to call rubbers?" I asked. 

Sarah laughed. "Yeah, those things! But it's okay." Her eyes stared into space as she was thinking about something that puzzled her.

I kissed her. "What made you always use protection before? Wasn't it usually awkward?"

"Was it ever! Once I was really turned on and I made him stop because we didn't have something! But why was I like that?" Sarah stared into space again. After a few seconds she turned to me and gave me a wonderful, loving smile. "It's because I wanted to save REAL sex - making-a-baby-sex - for someone who . . . whom I would want as the father of my children." The smile she gave me could have melted glass.

"So did you forget this time?" I teased. "I know I was so incredibly turned on that I didn't really think about it. Is that what happened?"

"No, that time when I made . . . the guy stop, we were both naked and he had his penis ready to go into me. So I've been that excited before and still stopped because we didn't have anything to use." Sarah gave me that glass- melting look again.

"But you hardly know me. So you just forgot?"

Sarah stared into my eyes and her expression turned very serious. "Of course I thought about it! And you know it! But I decided it didn't matter! I know this is our first time, but I know that . . . I'd . . . I think I'd like to have your baby. So if it happens, it happens. I think maybe I hope it happens." She jerked her head from side to side. "This just doesn't make any sense! But that's how I feel!" Her serious look immediately changed again into a wonderful look of love.

"What if you don't get the job? What then? Wouldn't a baby . . ."

Sarah put a finger on my lips. "SHHH! I'm still getting used to this idea! Of us doing this! If I get the job, I'll be able to be with you all the time! A baby would be a problem, but a nice one. A special one. There's just something . . . "

Sarah paused. "No, it won't be like that! Even if I don't get the job, I don't want to be apart from . . . I don't know! I think . . . I KNOW I'm falling in love with you, even though you're about the same age as my father. I feel . . ." Again she paused. "There's just something RIGHT about you and me! There's something . . ." She kissed me. "I can't explain it! It just . . . IS! That's why I wanted to feel your seed inside me! That's why I don't care if . . . That's why I think I want . . . " There was a long pause as she stared into my eyes again.

"Have a baby with me?" I whispered, and Sarah smiled and nodded. 

We cuddled and kissed for a couple of minutes. I was flaccid, but still inside her. The sticky mixture of our juices had run across my abdomen and soaked the sheet beneath us. I was musing about the way it felt to hold her in a damp bed after we had just made love, and her next comment caught me by surprise.

"You know, we really sort of made love before." Sarah suddenly said. She giggled at my surprised look. "Not really, silly! But that evening at the meetings. After my talk. And the next morning and evening, and the morning after that. I thought I could feel you getting turned on, and it excited me. I rubbed myself and I thought about making love to you, and I had the most incredible orgasms! I know it was . . . like a dream . . . only . . . only it felt real! I dreamed that you climaxed, too. And I could even feel you go off inside me. It was exactly like I just felt them. And I'd never even felt that before."

I kissed and cuddled Sarah for several more minutes. Surely she hadn't sensed my excitement as I'd thought about Liz! Surely we hadn't masturbated apart but somehow still together! But she was correct about the details. I had begun getting aroused thinking about Liz, only to climax thinking about Sarah. And Sarah had the days and times reasonably correct. I thought about what this all meant as I cuddled, caressed, and kissed the young naked woman in my arms. I only became more bewildered. My emotions were swirling around, unfocused and confused. I knew I wouldn't be able to sort my feelings out as long as I stayed with her. She said she wanted to have my baby! Did I want that, too? Or was I just another cradle-robbing old fart who was trying to recapture his youth by bedding much younger women?

We'd spent just a little more than two hours in her room when I climbed off the bed and began to get dressed. Sarah tried to pull me back into bed when she realized I wasn't just going to the bathroom, and she looked really disappointed when I shook my head. "I have to get some sleep! I have classes in the morning." I said. 

I stared at her lying naked on the bed, and I really didn't want to leave. I wished I could wake up with her every morning for the rest of my life. But I was a foolish old man, thinking with his balls. This was just a silly dream, and I knew Sarah would eventually wake up and that would end it. "I'll never forget today!" I said. "You've changed it for me. This date used to be a terrible one every year, but now I'll remember making love to you instead . . . instead of . . . instead of what I used to . . . dwell on."

Tears spilled from Sarah's eyes, and I sensed that she knew exactly what I was remembering. "Today is when your wife died, isn't it?" She quietly asked as she reached out and took hold of my arm. I nodded, but for the first time that I could remember, I didn't start to cry, even though I again vividly remembered the explosion that had so completely destroyed my life. What had just changed? Getting laid? Seeing Sarah lying naked in front of me? Knowing my cum was dripping out of her? Having Sarah holding onto me so lovingly?

Then Sarah's tears stopped, her face brightened, and she climbed off the bed and kissed me. She laughed softly as we held each other. "It's funny! For me it's so very different. This is a special day that my folks and I celebrate every year, just like my birthday! Now that we've made love I have another reason to celebrate it, even if I can't tell anyone else why!" I was puzzled by her remarks, but I finished getting dressed without asking her what she meant. But then I was puzzled by a lot of things, so what was one more? Besides, her naked body was distracting me, and making me wish even more strongly that I didn't have to leave.

In spite of the difficulty I had getting dressed while Sarah seized every possible opportunity to kiss me, I eventually found myself standing fully dressed at the door, holding a naked Sarah in my arms. We kissed a long, reluctant kiss goodnight. She opened the door, and I stepped outside. She stood unashamedly naked inside the room, visible only to me, her legs apart, hiding nothing, once more offering herself to me. I stared at her body and marveled how similar it was to Liz's on that Bad Day exactly twenty-eight years before. For ten or fifteen seconds Sarah simply smiled as my eyes roved up and down her body. 

I could see streaks of my semen shining between Sarah's thighs. I felt a sudden shock as I understood - with no rationality whatsoever - that I had just made Sarah pregnant. I realized that she would not actually become pregnant for several more hours, but I knew it was inevitable. I heard a rushing sound like wind blowing inside my head.

As I stared at Sarah's body I again thought about her birth date - and what she had said about celebrating today's date - and I felt my head spinning. I grabbed the door frame to steady myself. I quickly did the math in my head, this time paying attention to the year when Sarah had been born. Exactly nine months from today Sarah would be twenty-eight! "Why do you celebrate today's date? What happened that day?" I asked in a hoarse whisper. I was certain that I already knew the answer, and now I was truly afraid I was losing my mind. I yanked my gaze from her tempting naked body, and I stared into her eyes. They sparkled as she smiled at me.

"Well, Mom and Dad call today Conception Day. Twenty-eight years ago today they were driving through Ohio when they had to stop in a rest area. Because of a storm. It was so bad the highway was closed. They made love in the car. They know exactly when Mom got pregnant with me 'cause there was a flash of lightning and a huge boom of thunder just after Dad finished. Mom laughs when she tells it because she says she felt the electricity tingle in her womb for a long time. Like a couple of hours. Exactly nine months later I was born!"

The fog of confusion lifted. Do you believe in reincarnation? I didn't before, but now? I gently pushed Sarah back into her motel room and closed the door. "I'm not going to leave you alone tonight!" I said. In my head I added "OR EVER!" I was either completely insane, or Sarah really was - in some impossible way - my Liz. But if I tried to tell her this, what would she do? We had both been educated in scientific methods of discovery, and what I was thinking was completely outside my entire professional education! Did I really believe that Sarah and Liz were the same person? The intensity of my feelings told me so, but would that be enough to convince this incredibly young woman of science? Had I really found Liz? And if I had and if I lost her again, could I go on living?

Sarah looked bewildered at my abrupt change of plans for a few seconds, then her confused look vanished. She grinned and almost ripped my clothing off. When I was again naked, she kissed me, then jumped up and wrapped her legs around my middle. Her crotch was wet and sticky against my waist, and it was so incredibly erotic I felt my penis beginning to stir once again. "I know you won't leave!" She said. "It's nutty, but I know! I'm a trained scientist, but I feel something! It's what we're meant to do, isn't it? And I think I'm going to be pregnant with our child after tonight! I will, won't I? You know that too, don't you?" I nodded and she smiled and kissed me. "I want to feel you explode inside me! Again! From now on this will be my DOUBLE Conception Day!" 

I carried Sarah back to the bed. I climbed up and I held her body against mine. I felt the intensity of my love wash over her as it had done so many times with Liz. I kissed her and she began to gently rub my penis. I wanted to believe that she was also the Liz whom I had never stopped loving, but the scientist in me still had lingering doubts. I could easily be deceiving myself because of the intensity of my grief. "Before we make love again, I have a story to tell you. It's about my Bad Days. Maybe it will help explain what's happened to us. I hope so."

Sarah sat up and twisted around, and I couldn't resist rubbing her breasts and kissing her again. She was breathing hard but also listening intently as I began to tell her my story. "On the exact night you were conceived, on precisely this date twenty-eight years ago, my wife and I found out she was pregnant. To celebrate the new life our love had produced, we went out to dinner. Liz and I were driving back to Ohio State when . . ."

"Liz?" Sarah burst out. "My middle name's Elizabeth! My parents call me Liz!"

"Liz? But your name is 'Sarah!'" I whispered. I felt a sudden warmth spreading over me. "Why do they call you 'Liz'?"

"Mom said after they named me, they wanted me to learn my name. So they spoke my name to me and tried all sorts of variations. Like 'Sarah' and 'Sare' and 'Sarah-Beth' and 'Beth' and 'Lizzy.' But whenever they called me 'Liz' I smiled at them! So that's what they decided to call me! Still! They still do!"

"So why do you use 'Sarah' now?" Was this the last puzzle?

"My teachers in school insisted on 'Sarah,' and all the kids started calling me that after the teachers did. So I have two first names. 'Liz' is what my family . . . the people who love me . . . call me." There was a questioning, almost pleading look in her eyes as she looked at me.

I hugged Sarah/Liz, then I looked into her eyes again. I had to be careful of what I said, but I knew what she wanted to hear. And I wanted to say it! "Then that's what I'm going to call you, too. You're really my Liz now, aren't you? I think I've been in love with you - forever!" I had several short, vivid memories of making love to my wife, and as I stared into Sarah/Liz's eyes, I could see she was experiencing my memories - and my desire and love for Liz.

Sarah/Liz reached up and put both her hands on my face. She held my head so that she could really lock her eyes onto mine. She held her eyes wide open in amazement, and her words came out in a whisper. "You're thinking about . . . making love to your wife, but I can feel what she felt when you touched her. It's like . . . It's like . . . I was there! In her body! I know I wasn't there, but . . . I was, too! It's like I'm the one you loved, and I'm your wife! But I wasn't even alive then, was I? What happened to her?" I told Sarah/Liz the rest of the story. When I finished, she released my head and hugged me tightly. She cried for several minutes. "I'm so sorry!" She said, over and over. She looked up at me, and as tears streamed down her face she proclaimed, "I'll never let us be apart again! NEVER!"

I held Sarah/Liz until she stopped crying. I knew she was struggling to believe what I now knew to be true. I kissed away her tears. "This just doesn't make sense!" She said. "I'm a trained scientist, and this is . . . beyond . . . " As she bit her lower lip in thought, I knew I had to give her one final piece of data.

I was so very much in love with Sarah/Liz! It was easy for me to remember how Liz and I had made love on our honeymoon, and I saw confusion appear on Sarah's face as she experienced both her own and Liz's passion. "Outdoors? In a tent? But we've only made love tonight! Here and now! How could we have . . .?"

This quickly became the most vivid vision we had experienced. As Liz and I made love, Sarah saw and felt everything as if she were Liz. "You had a mustache! It tickled, but I liked it! And I liked it when you rubbed it against my nipples! But I'm . . . She's . . . Oh!" I looked into Sarah's eyes. Her pupils dilated into black pools as my long-remembered Liz exploded into orgasm. Sarah's body shook violently as I held her, and she cried out exactly as Liz had done. Love and trust had overcome her scientific scepticism. Her jumbled thoughts came rushing out as she understood.

"It was your . . . It was OUR honeymoon! Dear God! Am I really your Liz? I am, aren't I? I've always felt that you were . . . somewhere! And I had to find you! Not just find you! Find you again! Like I'd lost you! No wonder I feel this way about you! My body is Sarah, but my spirit? My soul? I'm your Liz! I've always been your Liz! As long as I've been alive! Even longer than that! I feel as if . . . I KNOW I've been in love with you for my entire life!"" She hugged me so hard I had trouble breathing. I felt an incredible bright joy sweep over me, a joy opposite to, but every bit as powerful as the grief I had felt on that Dark Day.

Sarah/Liz wrapped herself around me, then kissed me again and again, softly saying "Mike!" lovingly between each one. The last time my Liz had repeated my name like this I had collapsed in overwhelming grief. But now! Now it was almost impossible to believe how wonderful it sounded! Instead of collapsing I cried copious tears of pure, raw joy. And I laughed. Sarah/Liz laughed and cried with me. She understood how completely she had just erased the worst memory of my life.

When we finally stopped to catch our breath, Sarah/Liz's nipples were dark red and jutting out. I could smell her arousal, only partly caused by her vision- induced orgasm. She pressed her body against me and rubbed her breasts back and forth across my chest and said, "That last dream! Liz . . . I mean I . . . got so excited! I love you and I want you! Now!"

I pointed to my penis. As exciting as the vision of Liz and me mating had been, it had been intended for Sarah to experience fully, but not me. In spite of the excitement produced by her rubbing her hard little nipples on my chest, I was not yet fully erect. "Darling Liz, I've already made love with you three times in the last two hours! I love you, but I don't think I can . . ."




The Applicant: Who Really Interviewed?



Another wonderfully playful smile spread over Sarah/Liz's face. "Yes, darling Mike, you can! All I have to do is this!" She lunged into my lap and began to suck on my penis.

"Liz, I've never done this before! And my organ . . . it's covered with . . ."

Sarah/Liz pulled her mouth from my penis and looked up, and her eyes sparkled. "Your penis is coated with the milk of our love! From both of us! Nothing in this world could taste better!" With that she returned her attention to my groin. She mumbled, "I love you! I love you!" As she applied her mouth and tongue lovingly to my penis and testicles. 

Sarah/Liz was right. A few minutes later I was fully erect, and we reenacted the passionate mating we had shared in the last vision. Even without the tent it was better in the flesh! She was also right about the taste. The unfamiliar flavor of her lips truly reflected the essence of our love. "Next time I want to taste you!" I announced, and she giggled, knowingly. I had expected to learn new things about my field from Aaron if he were hired, but already I was learning new things about making love from her!

After we both climaxed again, we collapsed together and fell asleep clinging to each other. The next morning my darling Sarah/Liz and I awoke in each other's arms, our legs intertwined, our bodies sticky and aromatic from making love. We cleaned up and made love again on the stained and damp sheets. It was my first happy morning in twenty-eight years. I called in sick - well, I was lovesick, wasn't I? - and we spent the entire day in bed - talking, laughing, planning, and gently making love. Gently but enthusiastically and, of course, frequently loudly! 

That evening Sarah/Liz secretly moved in with me, and before breakfast we made love in my - our - bedroom, the adjoining bath, and the kitchen. I had a large home, and it took us another four days to mate in every room. Of course we had quite a few repeat visits in several rooms!

We had to be discreet, because there would be absolutely no chance for her to be offered the position if anybody found out we were romantically involved. Two days later, after considerable discussion and debate, the department voted whether to offer the position to Aaron or to Sarah. Sarah won by a single vote in a secret ballot. I could barely conceal my joy!

Bob Stapleton, our department head, was responsible for contacting Sarah and negotiating her salary. Since I knew she was no longer at her address of record, I had her call Bob from a payphone. She explained that she was out-of- town and staying with an old friend. (Wasn't that the truth!) When Bob offered to mail Sarah the contract and related personnel forms, she surprised him by saying that she could easily stop by and sign them.

About an hour later Sarah/Liz, wearing clothing for the first time that day, did exactly that. Once everything was signed and approved by the personnel office, there was no longer any need for secrecy. I walked into Bob's office and wrapped my arms around her. Our passionate kiss shocked Bob into momentary speechlessness! He interrupted us and asked where she was staying, and we just smiled and kissed each other again. The look on Bob's face clearly indicated he thought we were absolutely nuts! We were so happy we didn't care, and we kissed again. We barely made it home before we made love - again.

A month later we were married in a small ceremony. Sarah/Liz insisted that we buy only one ring, for her, to match the one I already wore. When the minister reached the "'till death do you part" portion of the brief service, we looked at each other and smiled. We doubt that death will end our love, even though I will almost certainly predecease her. We vowed to make the most of every moment we have together. We've already lost almost three decades! By the way, we camped out and honeymooned in a tent. Again. She insisted on it.

My colleagues and Sarah/Liz's parents think our May-December marriage proclaims that we've both completely lost our minds, but we really don't care. Even the sceptics concede they can feel the strength of our love when we're together. These sceptics propose numerous theories to "explain" why such a bright young woman would marry a much older man. She is often thought to be a gold-digger, but she just laughs when that idea comes up. She also laughs at the theory that I'm such a terrific stud she couldn't resist me, although she says that explanation is at least closer to the truth. Quite truthfully we can't resist each other. 

In public we hold hands, and that simple touch excites us. I've lost count of the number of times we've been caught trying to have "quickies" at inappropriate times and in inappropriate places. We fall asleep in each other's arms after making love, and we make love as soon as we awake. Don't people understand the passion that love evokes? Is such love really so rare? Or is ours so intense because it was interrupted for so many years? Whatever the reason, we don't care. It just IS!

We still have that special visualizing ability that we first experienced when Sarah/Liz was "just" Sarah at the convention. Even when we're in different rooms, each of us can arouse the other simply by thinking about making love. She delights in doing this to me when I'm in the middle of a lecture. She says it adds spice to my class when I get an erection! She's asked me stop doing it to her when she's teaching because she thinks people can smell the wetness between her legs as she becomes aroused. Of course she's absolutely correct, and I love when she races to my office after her classes so that we can make love on my desk! Colleagues with offices near us just shake their heads, roll their eyes, and grin when she has that special look on her face as she hurries past them on the way to my office. We try to be quiet, but they probably hear us making love, too.

Sarah/Liz has already proved to be an outstanding professor, and in a few months she'll also become the mother of our long-awaited child. We know - we absolutely know! - that our baby will be born on her birthday. Scientific explanations be damned! We KNOW! Sarah/Liz and I work out together in the college gym. She's doing exercises to prepare herself for childbirth, and I'm trying to retain as much of my youthful strength and virility as I possibly can. She kids me about it, but she also remarked that I'm in much better shape than the other fathers-to-be in our "expectant parents" classes - and they're less than half my age! Virility actually isn't much of a problem. Our once frightening ability to "send" sexual thoughts to each other has taken care of that! Moreover, the combination of our making up for twenty-eight lost years and the upcoming birth of our baby has resulted in our engaging in nearly round-the-clock lovemaking. It wears me out, but it also keeps me feeling young! Since that first night we've never slept apart, and on the rare occasions when we're too tired to make love, we kiss and cuddle until we fall asleep in each other's arms. And for the first time since I came to Podeski there are pictures of my true love on my desk in my office. Our colleagues call her "Sarah," but I, as do her parents, call her "Liz." After all, that's her real name, isn't it? And thinking back, I realized I'd never called her anything else. And I never will. Never! 



The Applicant



"Baby, that's so fucking hot! Can I come over to see you during your lunch break today? My cock is so hard and hurting from wanting you, baby." he said.

"Yes my love, come over around noon. I'll be in my office, and Amy-Lynn will be in the cafeteria having her lunch so she wont know you were here. I'll leave the door unlocked for you when I get back from my meeting with Margaret and her new secretary, Heather. I have to go now, lover, but I promise you will be a happy man when you get here! I love you, Jeff! See you soon!! Kisses!" I said, then he said good bye and I hung up the phone. 

I did some work for a while, until it was time to go to Margaret's office. I put my computer in stand-by mode and left my office, locking it behind me. Amy-Lynn was still at her desk typing so I told her I'd be at Margaret's office if anyone came looking for me, then I left the outer office and walked down the hall. I went into Margaret's outer office and saw Heather there labeling some files and forms. I said, "Hi Heather, how's it going?"

She replied in a high pitched female voice, "Just fine, thank you. Margaret is in her office waiting for you. Go on in." I thanked her and knocked once on Margaret's door before opening it and going inside. She was sitting on the sofa sipping a coffee and flipping through the newest issue of Playgirl. She glanced up and smiled as I stepped into the office. She stood and we hugged, then she handed me the magazine.

"Look at the guy they chose for the centerfold this month, girl! He's to die for! Total babe and sex god! MMMMMM!!" she said, practically drooling all over my hand as she pointed him out to me. I looked at the pages and he was absolutely gorgeous! Long shoulder length black hair, broad muscular shoulders, powerful arms and legs, flat wash-board abs, and a huge cock that must have been at least 11 inches long and rock hard. My legs started to turn to jelly as I closed my eyes, imagining that stud servicing me in every way imaginable. I had to sit so I dropped onto the sofa beside Margaret. We chatted about the hunk in the magazine, then she put it away, in the drawer of her desk. I could tell by the look on her face that it was time to get down to business with 'Heather'.

"First of all, we have to find out Heather's real name, her boy name. In order for us to make him bow to our every demand, we need to know everything about him, especially what got him to start dressing like a woman and calling himself 'Heather.' " she said softly.

I suggested, "Let's bring Heather in here and see what exactly he would do to keep this job, Margaret. That's the only way we'll be able to know what's going on. I REALLY want to know what's under those skirts!!" 

Chapter 4

Margaret smiled and said, "And you shall, in just a moment, my dear friend." 

She pressed the button on the intercom and asked Heather to step into her office. Less than a minute later, Heather tapped lightly on the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Margaret and I both greeted her and Margaret asked her to sit in the chair opposite the one I was in, in front of Margaret's desk. She sat and primly crossed her legs like a woman usually does. I glanced at her legs and noticed that there were no tell-tale lines from hair on them. 'He must shave them to feel more lady-like.' I thought to myself.

Margaret asked Heather, "When we interviewed you yesterday, you said you'd do anything to keep this job if you got it, is that correct?" Heather nodded, a confused look on his/her face. Margaret said, "Would you do whatever Chrissy or myself asked of you, and I do mean ANYTHING?" Heather nodded again, glanced toward the door and shifted his body in the chair nervously. 

I said, "It's ok Heather, no one will bother us. We just want to know what kinds of things you would do to keep this job. May I ask, would you undress for Margaret and I, right here right now?" Heather looked surprised at that request. Margaret went to make sure the door was locked then turned back to Heather and I. 

Margaret said, "Now Heather, remove your shirt and skirt, then sit on the couch." Margaret went back to her chair behind her desk and sat, then took out the key to the file cabinet as Heather began to unbutton her blouse. As the buttons opened, a smooth, hair-free chest emerged, covered by a white lacy bra. She took the shirt off and laid it on the chair. "Now the bra, Heather." Margaret said. Heather acted like she didn't want to remove the bra, but Margaret said, "Remove the bra now, or go home without a job, Heather." Heather slowly reached behind her back and unhooked the bra. It slid down her arms, carrying the artificial breasts with it and revealing a smoothly shaved man chest.

"Heather, Margaret and I both know you're a man, so there's no reason to be shy or embarrassed about it. I could tell when you came into the office yesterday for your interview that you were really a man. There's just some things that men can't do as well as women, mainly walking as smoothly and gracefully as a woman. That's how I knew the truth. Now, what I really want to know is, what is your REAL name and why do you dress as a woman?" I asked him.

I watched him swallow a few times, then clear his throat. In a deep manly voice, he said, "My real name is Jack, and I would do ANYTHING to keep this job. My wife divorced me and took the kids, then I discovered some of her old clothes that she left when she moved herself and the kids out of my house. I was depressed that she left me, but curious about what it was like to dress as a woman, so I kind of played around with the idea for a few days before starting with putting on just a pair of her panties. I found that I loved the feel of the cool silk against my skin, so I would wear them under my jeans or sweat pants when I went to work or the gym. When I was home alone, I'd wear some of her old make-up, usually just a little lipstick or eye shadow. Then one day, I decided to put on one of her bras, stuffed with a couple of small towels to fill the cups, then one of her old maternity dresses. I admit that I liked the way I looked and felt in those clothes. So, I decided to go all the way and I purchased these breasts and more clothes and make-up, and a couple of wigs until my real hair grew long enough to pass as a woman." 

I was speechless, and Margaret looked at me with a twinkle in her eyes and a knowing smile on her face, then she turned to Jack and said, "So Jack, do you tend to be more dominant or submissive, sexually?"

He blushed, and then said, "I guess I'd have to say that I am somewhat submissive, although sometimes I like being in control in the bedroom, when I'm in what I call my 'man mood' and wanting to get some release fast."

I said, "Jack, would you take off that skirt now? I want to see what's under it." He blushed a deeper pink then slid his hands down to the waist band and unhooked the little hooks before sliding it down over his hips and ass, and letting it fall to the floor. He was wearing a pair of white women's briefs under a white garter belt holding up the white thigh-high stockings. I looked closely and could see the outline of his flaccid penis and his testicles, and I unconsciously licked my lips as I saw his shaft begin to grow under my gaze. I felt the moisture gather in my own panties, and couldn't resist reaching my hand into my pocket discreetly and switching on the remote to the vibrating 'egg' that I still had in my pussy. 

I heard Margaret tell Jack to take off those panties and lay on the couch, which he did, fully exposing his semi-hard cock to both of us. I walked over to the couch, switching off the remote on my way, and I knelt between his legs, taking his cock in my hand and stroking it slowly as Margaret hiked up her skirt, slid off her panties, and straddled his chest. She said, "Lick my cunt, you naughty secretary." I looked up at her and smiled as I began licking Jack's cock, savoring the texture of his flesh on my tongue. Margaret moaned as his tongue hesitantly flicked at her wet flesh. I watched them as I continued to lick his cock, and I saw him bury his face in her cunt, making long strokes with his tongue, burying it deep in her wet pussy. She was grinding her pelvis against his face, and I could tell by her breathing that she was getting close to an orgasm already.

I began to suck his cock hard and stroke it fast, wanting him to climax as well. My right hand crept down to my pocket, switched on the remote again, then I moved my hand down to rub my clit. He was rock hard beneath my lips, and I guessed that he was about 8 inches long and close to a couple inches thick. I closed my eyes as I sucked him off, and wanted so bad to feel this glorious shaft deep inside me. I made up my mind then to remove the vibe from my sopping wet cunt and turn it off, then I stopped sucking him, and stood to remove my panties and pull up my skirt so I could straddle his lap. Margaret turned around to face me, and Jack continued to eat her pussy, occasionally sliding his tongue over and into her ass. I straddled Jack's lap and wrapped my hand around his cock to guide it into my wet pussy, slowly lowering myself on him and feeling him stretch my tight hole.

Margaret smiled at me as she wrapped her arms around me as we both got pleasured from this sub male. We were like that for a few minutes, before Margaret said, "Time for Chrissy and I to trade places! Stop eating for a minute, Jack." as she got off of his face and helped me to turn around and sit on his face before she climbed onto his lap and impaled herself with his rock hard love stick. I was enjoying his talented tongue work and within moments, I felt my juices flowing out of my pussy and into his mouth, which he greedily lapped up. I looked at Margaret, and she was riding him hard and fast, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. I felt and heard Jack groaning that he was about to cum, and she rode him faster and harder, making him work hard to control himself. 

He started growling, and we both knew he was going to explode, so she quickly got off of his lap and I got off his face, and she started stroking him fast. Seconds later, the first jet of thick sticky hot cum shot out of his pee-hole and landed in a puddle on the floor. It was followed by several more streams, which landed on Margaret's face and chest, and even on my tits and leg since I was on my knees by Margaret, fondling Jack's balls as she jerked him off. When the cum was just a little trickle from the head of his cock, we all collapsed on the sofa and snuggled, still touching each other intimately. I sighed contentedly as Jack kissed first Margaret, then myself in a deep passionate tongue-dueling kiss. After about ten minutes, we got up and fixed our clothing, and Jack resumed his female persona, putting the breasts, bra, panties, skirt and blouse back on. 

Margaret said, "Jack, how would you like to be my and Chrissy's sexual slave a few times a week? There would be some tasks that we would have you do without question, if you accept." 

He thought it over for a few moments, then said, "I'd be glad to, Margaret. Since my divorce, I haven't been very interested in the whole dating scene, and have resorted to porn videos, internet porn and magazines to relieve myself every couple days, but if I could make you and Chrissy happy sexually, I will try my best to be a good sex slave for you both. What did you have in mind for the tasks, anyhow?"

"Well, you could start by sending both Chrissy and I two erotic emails every day, complete with pictures and you must type your own description for each photo. Then this weekend, when you are alone, we want you to go to The Pleasure Palace and purchase a few items. I will give you a list later today before you leave to go home. On Monday, you have to bring in the items to me and Chrissy, and you have to use them in front of us on yourself, and use them on us as well. Do you think you can do that, Jack?" she asked. He thought a moment then nodded in agreement. Margaret sent him out to clean up in the bathroom, then she and I cleaned up the cum mess in her office as we talked about that wonderful new experience, both of us agreeing that the fun was only just beginning for all three of us. 

After she and I cleaned up the mess, and ourselves, we sat at her desk, writing down a list of items for Jack to buy at the sex store: 2 pair of vibrating nipple clamps, two nine inch dildos, four porn videos, an assortment of flavored lubricants, two "Make Your Own Dildo" kits, and a pink butt plug, which Margaret said she would make Jack use at work. 

Chapter 5

Margaret made a note to purchase a portable DVD player and a good supply of paper towels to keep in her office closet, along with several clothing items: sexy silk lingerie with bras, panties, stockings, and garter belts; shoes and slippers, a bathrobe, and a few sexy dresses. She took the black box out of the file drawer and inventoried the contents to see what she would need to add to it. She currently had 4 dildos of different lengths and thicknesses, 2 vibrators - an 8 inch and a 4 inch one, a pair of gold plated metal handcuffs, a pair of black leather cuffs, a fuzzy pink pair of cuffs, 2 black blindfolds, 5 silk scarves in black, red, white, blue and pink, a twelve pack of colored condoms, and two bottles of lubricant, one unflavored, one strawberry. 

She looked up at me and said, "I think I just need to get more lubricants, maybe cinnamon and cherry and orange flavors. Oh, and a bottle of the kind that heats up as you use it. I bet we could get Heather squirming with that stuff on her." We both laughed at the thought of Heather having that lube spread all over his rod as it heats up and he starts to move around and groan. I looked at Margaret and she said, "Girl, you got a twinkle in your eyes! I know what you're thinking! We'll do that on Monday!"

She closed up the box and put it back in the file drawer, locked it up good, and re-wrote the list to give to Heather for her weekend shopping adventure. She tucked the other lists into her purse before pressing the intercom button on her phone and calling Heather into the office. A moment later, Heather knocked on the door and stepped inside. We both said hello to her and Margaret asked, "Were you working on your 'tasks' already, Heather?" She nodded and stepped over to stand in front of Margaret's desk. Margaret handed Heather the list and said, "You are to get these items this weekend at The Pleasure Palace, and you are to go there dressed like you are now, as a woman. If the salesperson asks, you are to say that you are getting the items to surprise your husband with a romantic night alone. After you pay for them, lay them out on the seat of your car and take a picture as proof that you bought them. Email the pictures to me and to Chrissy. Then make the 'kits' and bring the finished product to work with you on Monday along with the other items so we can see what you got and how you would use them for us. Any questions?"

Heather looked over the list and said, "This list seems pretty easy to finish. I don't have any questions right now, except that I was wondering, wouldn't you want me to make the kits here with you both watching and helping me do it?"

Margaret looked at me and asked,"Well Chrissy, what do you think? Should our little slave here make the kits in front of us, or all alone at home?"

I didn't need any time to think that over, and I immediately said, "Make them here with us, of course! You might need help keeping your cock hard, and I know just how to do it! Mmmmm!!" Margaret saw the gleam in my eyes and smiled, knowing what I had in mind.

She said, "Okay Heather, we'll see you here at nine o'clock sharp Monday morning for a special 'meeting' and we will not be disturbed for a few hours. Take your list and go home, then do the shopping first thing tomorrow morning. Don't forget to email the photos to us as soon as you get home. Have a good weekend Heather, see you Monday!" With that, Heather turned and left the office to return to her desk and finish the first task of emailing the sexy erotic photos to me and Margaret.

Margaret and I said goodbye to each other with a hug, and then I left her office. Heather was at her desk working on the computer, and I said goodbye to her on my way out. I went down the hall and into my office, where Amy-Lynn was just turning off her computer to go on her lunch break. I knew she would be gone at least an hour, so I hurried into my office and quickly dialed Jeff's phone. He answered immediately and I asked where he was. He said, "Baby, I'm in the elevator about to step into the hall outside your office." 

My pussy was already soaked, and I said, "Amy-Lynn is just leaving for lunch, so come on in, lover! I'll be waiting for you." We hung up at the same time and I quickly removed my panties from under my skirt, tossing them into the drawer of my desk. I still had the 'egg' in my pussy, but I pulled it out and cleaned up a bit using the baby wipes that I keep handy in the top drawer. I wiped the 'egg' off and then laid it on my desk as the door opened, revealing my handsome boyfriend Jeff. He was dressed in a tight black sleeveless muscle shirt, black jeans, his black sneakers and his skull biker cap. He had trimmed his beard and mustache down to just a goatee, and he looked sooo gorgeous! My pussy muscles tightened in anticipation of his loving tongue and cock, which I could see pressing against the buttons of his jeans. 

He came in and closed the door, locking it behind him, then I ran to him and threw my arms around him in a big bear hug as he plundered my mouth with his lips and tongue in a passionate kiss. I felt his hand slide under my skirt and cup my bare ass and he growled as his fingers slid between my ass cheeks. His hand then slid down behind my thigh and lifted my leg so he could plunge his fingers into my hot wet pussy. He fingered me quickly and brought me to an orgasm almost immediately. My legs were weak so he picked me up and carried me to the couch, laying me on my back and spreading my legs wide. He buried his face in my cunt, licking and sucking my juices, nibbling gently on my clit and making me moan loudly. I wanted to feel his cock so badly that I reached down and began unbuttoning his jeans, then shoving my hand inside and grabbing his rock hard cock. 

I stroked him slowly, my thumb caressing his head and spreading the pre-cum around on it. He let me up enough so I could turn around and take him into my mouth as far as I could without gagging. I sucked and licked and stroked him til I sensed he was close to cumming, then I stopped and turned around, got on my knees on the couch and he spread open my pussy lips with one hand as he guided his cock into my cunt with his other hand. He was fully encased in my wetness within a couple seconds, and started pounding my cunt hard and fast, his balls slapping my clit with each thrust. I was moaning and panting, and my tits were slapping against each other since I had freed them from my bra and shirt while Jeff was eating my pussy. He put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me upright, wrapping his left arm around me, beneath my tits. His right hand cupped my left tit and was gently pinching my nipple, sending shockwaves through me, from my nipple to my pussy.

Chapter 6

He whispered in my ear, "Baby, I felt your cunt tighten when I pinched your nipple, and I loved it! It feels incredible baby! You're so tight and hot! Cum for me baby! Soak my cock with your juices!" I closed my eyes and focused on his pounding thrusts, ramming his cock into me hard and fast and deep, wanting him filling me completely. I could feel wetness seeping down my thighs as my fluids flooded his cock when I orgasmed on him. He didn't stop, just kept ramming and thrusting within me until he was close to his own release. He growled and suddenly pulled out, frantically stroking his cock over my ass. His hot wet cum shot out onto my ass cheeks in several long white strands. I felt some of it leaking down my ass crack as he rubbed the head of his cock over my ass.




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"Babe, that was awesome!" I said breathlessly as he cleaned the cum from my ass with a baby wipe. I was breathless and my legs felt like they were going to give out on me. I doubted I could stand steadily at that moment without him holding me up. He patted my ass and I turned and sat down on the couch as he threw away the cloth. He walked back to the couch, his now flaccid cock hanging out of the fly of his jeans. I licked my lips and he smiled. He always seemed to know what I was thinking. He tucked himself away and sat beside me. I snuggled close to him and we kissed again, telling each other just how much we missed them. 

He hugged me tight to him and said, "Damn baby, that was great. Seems like it gets better every time we fuck. I've missed you so much, lover."

I smiled with the feeling of tears gathering behind my eyes and said, "Honey, I've missed you too! You were wonderful, lover! Are you going to be busy this weekend? I'll have the whole weekend to myself and I don't want to be alone." 

He smiled and said, "Babe, you wont be alone. I'll be there with you for the whole weekend. Say, why don't you ask Margaret over for dinner tomorrow night and we can all have some fun. She can bring a friend too, if she wants."

"That is a great idea hun. I'll buzz her on the intercom right now and ask." I said, getting up from the couch and going to my desk. I sat on the edge of my desk and pressed the button on the phone. Jeff came over and sat in the chair right in front of me and spread my legs, placing little kisses all over my inner thighs. I moaned softly just as Margaret picked up the phone in her office and said hello.

I said, "Hi Margaret, it's me. Jeff is here in my office and wants to know if you'll (Mmmmmmmmmm yeah baby) join us for dinner tomorrow night (Ohhhhh yesssssss lover) and maybe some sexy fun afterward, and (Ohhhhh mmmmmmm) bring a friend!" Silence for a moment......"Oh great! See ya around eight o'clock then!....Yeah, Jeff's licking my pussy as I'm on the phone with you, hahaha!....Mmmmm yeah sounds great! See you tomorrow night! Bye!" I hung up the phone and gave Jeff a playful swat on his arm as his tongue made love to my clit. He picked me up and carried me to the couch again, then swiftly buried his shaft in my sopping wet pussy. He fucked me hard and fast, then slow and gently, bringing waves of pleasure upon me and my senses. He started going fast again, and within moments I was climaxing all over him. I felt my juices run down the crack of my ass and puddle on the vinyl of the sofa as he continued the fast hard thrusting within me. I thought for sure that I had died and gone to Heaven when he finally reached his own release, his cock pulsing and throbbing within my love tunnel. He collapsed upon me, breathing hard from the exertions. Jeff kissed me deeply and repeatedly whispered, "I love you baby." in my ears between kisses.

I heard the outer office door open and close, and Jeff sat up quickly, tucking his cock back into his underwear and pants as I sat up and fixed my skirt and shirt. I knew it was Amy-Lynn returning from her lunch break and I said to Jeff, "Wow babe, that hour sure went fast. Thanks for stopping in today, lover. I really needed that release." He pulled me to my feet and ran his fingers through my hair, trying to get it back in order for me, which I thought was such a sweet gesture that I felt tears prickling at the back of my eyes. "I'll see you tonight when I get home, honey. I'll have your favorite dinner waiting for you at six o'clock sharp!" I told him with a smile and a hug before he left my office. I heard him say hi to Amy-Lynn, then he left. 

I went into my bathroom and cleaned up, washing my pussy and ass well before putting my panties back on and fixing my hair and make-up again. I went back to my desk and sank into my chair, turned on my computer and spent the final few hours of the day getting my work caught up so I didn't have to take any of it home with me for the weekend. I was too energized and excited about my upcoming weekend with Jeff to worry about having to do paperwork. Margaret called me and asked if there were any other items I thought she might need for the black box, but I couldn't think of anything at the moment, so I reminded her of dinner tomorrow night then said goodbye, hanging up the phone and clicking the save key on my computer to save my work. I printed out what needed printing, then shut down my computer and stashed the files in my desk drawer. I put my 'egg' back in my purse, grabbed my jacket and keys then left the office, looking forward to the weekend and to the fun Monday morning in Margaret's office with Heather.

As I was leaving my outer office, I saw Margaret in the hall with a very attractive guy. I casually strolled over and said hello to her, and she introduced me to the hunk. His name was Bill and he was a friend of hers who she was going out to dinner with after work. Bill and I shook hands and the thought struck to invite Bill to come to dinner with Margaret at my house the next night. I asked him and he gladly accepted, especially after Margaret told him what the dinners at my house usually involved...lots of food and lots of sex. Margaret said she'd pick up some wine for dinner and then we all left the building to go home. It was going to be a very exciting weekend.

Chapter 7

I went home and quickly showered and shaved my legs and pussy and underarms. I dried off and slid on my sexiest negligee, a tiny pink floral print baby-doll top with matching ruffled panty-shorts. I slid my feet into my fuzzy pink bunny slippers and then did my hair and make-up, splashed on some perfume, then went to the kitchen to begin making dinner. I decided to make a simple meal of baked breaded haddock, steamed broccoli with cheese sauce, and diced fried potatoes seasoned with salt, pepper and Parmesan cheese. I looked in the freezer for something to use for dessert, and saw a carton of fudge swirl ice cream. That would be dessert for Jeff and myself this night. Just as I was taking the fish from the oven, I heard the front door open. I knew it was Jeff so I pretended like I didn't know he was there. I was stirring the potatoes around, and felt hands come around me and pull me back against a very noticeable erection. 

I made a purring sound deep in my throat as he leaned down and nipped at my shoulder and the side of my neck. I tipped my head to the side and closed my eyes as I continued slowly stirring the potatoes. I whispered huskily, "Lover, the potatoes will burn if you don't let me finish making them for dinner." He growled as he kissed my earlobe, sending shivers throughout my body. He reluctantly released me and sat at the table. I glanced at him and noticed the "tent" in the front of his pants. I giggled at him as he shifted to ease the pressure of his pants on his cock, and I wiggled my ass at him as I turned back to remove the potatoes from the pan. I popped the broccoli into the microwave oven and then put fish and potatoes on each of the two plates on the counter.

I asked Jeff to get the wine out of the fridge and pour it, which he did. The microwave bell rang and I took the broccoli out, mixing the cheese sauce into it then spooning some onto each plate. I carried the plates to the table and sat one in front of Jeff, and one in front of my chair before sitting down. We talked about work as we ate, then Jeff helped me wash the dishes and put them away. I asked him if he was ready for dessert yet, and told him there was fudge swirl ice cream in the freezer. He laughed and said, "Baby, the only dessert I want tonight is your luscious body. Come here, beautiful!" He pulled me close and kissed me deeply as his hands slid all over my back and ass. He slid his hands under the waistband of my panty-shorts and squeezed my butt cheeks just as my hand found his belt buckle and unfastened it, pulling his belt from his pants.

He growled and said, "I want us naked baby, let's go to your bedroom." He grabbed the wine bottle and I grabbed the glasses and we went to my room. I picked the cat up off the bed, putting her down out in the hallway, then closing the door I turned to face my lover, who was now standing there by my bed in just his red silk boxers and his socks. I walked into his embrace as he held his arms out to me, then we fell on the bed, our hands all over each other. Within moments we were both naked, our clothes scattered on the floor. He pushed me onto my back and buried his face between my legs, licking my pussy and fingering it too. I was already wet, and so very close to orgasm, and his tongue on my heated flesh was making me more and more aroused with each stroke over my clit. 

He pushed his tongue into me deep a few times, and that's what put me over the edge. My climax hit hard as my muscles tensed and relaxed repeatedly over his fingers and tongue. I heard him lapping hungrily at my love honey and he looked up at me, smiling. His goatee was glistening with my juices, and I handed him a tissue to wipe his face as he moved up to lay beside me. I sat up and moved between his legs, taking his cock in my hand and placing a kiss on the very tip of it where the pre-cum had gathered. I smeared the fluid on my lips then took him deep into my mouth, caressing him with my tongue and squeezing him with my lips as my hand fondled his balls and stroked his cock. I sucked him for a few minutes, until I could tell he was close to his release, then I moved up and straddled his lap, impaling myself on his rod and riding him hard and fast, grinding my pelvis against him hard.

I felt the tremors begin deep in my belly as my climax approached quickly. Seconds later, I tightened my sheath around him and felt my juices leak out to coat his shaft. I collapsed on him but he continued thrusting within me, urging forth his own release, which quickly followed my own. He growled loudly as I felt his shaft pumping his love juice inside me. He held me tight and kissed me several times before letting me roll over onto the bed beside him. I let out a satisfied sigh and said, "Wow lover, that was great!"

He agreed and asked me what all the fuss was about at work today with that meeting I had with Margaret and her new secretary. I wasn't sure how much to tell him, but I spilled my guts, telling him that Heather was actually a guy named Jack who liked dressing as a woman, and Margaret wanted my help to show Jack what women are supposed to be like, from hair and make-up, to clothes, to sex and everything in between. I told him that Margaret was a very dominating woman who loved being in control, and that I was only helping her out, but I didn't tell him that I had fucked Jack on Margaret's sofa in her office as he ate her out. I told him about the shopping list that Margaret had given Heather, and what we were planning for Monday morning at the office. He laughed and said, "Don't forget the video camera, baby. I wanna see what torture you gals put him through." I let out a sigh of relief, glad that he wasn't mad at me or anything, then we snuggled down and fell asleep.

Chapter 8

Dinner the next night was great. Margaret and Bill showed up early, and she helped me make dinner, which consisted of freshly baked home-made lasagna, tossed salad, garlic bread, and red wine. Dessert was Black Forest Cake with Cherries and Vanilla ice cream drizzled with chocolate sauce. After dinner, we all went into the livingroom and I popped in the video we had planned on watching. It was a classic porn flick called Behind the Green Door, starring Marilyn Chambers. I had never seen it before, so I had no idea what it was about, but Jeff said he had seen it and that I would enjoy it immensely. So we all settled in on the couch and love seat to watch the film on my new big screen tv. Jeff and I were on the sofa, and Margaret and Bill were on the love seat.

Every so often, I would glance at Margaret and see her nostrils flaring as she watched the people on the film making love. Once, she caught me looking at her and she winked at me. Since that was when a person on the film was being handcuffed, I knew she was thinking about what was going to happen Monday at the office with Heather. I was thinking the same thing. She turned back to the film and I heard Bill groan softly. I gave a quick glance over to see Margaret's hand disappear into the waistband of his pants to stroke his cock. Jeff had his arm around me and was lightly stroking the side of my breast as I leaned my head on his shoulder. My hand rested on his thigh, and I slowly slid it up to his crotch, my fingers teasing his pubic hair, barely touching his balls and cock.

The lights were off and the only light in the room was coming from the tv, which made it mostly dark in the livingroom. Jeff and I were snuggling and touching each other on the sofa and kissing passionately while Margaret and Bill were making out on the love seat. I didn't dare look over there, but I did hear Margaret panting and moaning, so I guessed that she and Bill were starting to do oral sex on each other. I felt Jeff slide his hand beneath my skirt, push aside my panties and begin stroking my wet fleshy nether lips. His finger found my clit and began teasing it, pressing hard on it one moment, barely touching it the next, and driving me crazy with lust. I stretched up to give him a kiss on the cheek, and whispered in his ear, "I want you so bad, lover! Fuck me now baby! Please!"

He lifted me onto his lap and I put my hand inside his sweat pants, pushing them down enough to release his throbbing member to my hungry hands. He pushed up my skirt to bunch around my waist and pushed my panties aside, then whispered, "Guide my dick into your cunt baby." So I wrapped my hand around his rock hard shaft and guided it into my hot sheath, easily sliding down his full eight inch length to impale myself on him fully. I started moving slowly on him as his hands went beneath my ass to help raise and lower my body on his. I risked a glance over at Margaret and Bill and saw that Margaret had her hands full of Bill's sizable cock, or maybe I should say she had her mouth full of his cock! She was on her knees on the floor in front of him and her head was bobbing up and down energetically and his hands were buried in her long reddish-blonde hair on either side of her head.

I continued fucking Jeff as I kept watching Margaret and Bill. She got up from the floor and knelt on her knees on the couch with her ass in the air and he moved behind her and rammed his shaft into her weeping cunt from behind. I could see her juices coating his shaft when he pulled from her and plunged back into her body repeatedly. I turned back to my lover and he was sucking one of my breasts into his mouth as I rode his cock hard and fast, grinding my clit against him every time I went down. His hand was on my upper thigh and his thumb was rubbing my clit hard. Within moments, I was ready to cum. The noises in the room were getting louder as Margaret and Bill, Jeff and I all were getting close to orgasm. Within minutes, we were all shouting as our climax hit us. 

We all collapsed on the sofas and were panting hard, trying to catch our breath. I stood to go in the kitchen for another bottle of wine, but my legs gave out on me when I stood, so Jeff lifted me back onto the couch and he went to get the wine. We sat and sipped slowly at our wine while still watching the movie, and Margaret and I talked about the meeting with Heather coming up Monday morning. Jeff and Bill seemed more interested in the video, so we chatted quietly. Margaret told me that she had gone shopping that morning for the items she needed for her black box and the other items as well, so we now had everything we needed for the 'meeting'. I told her that I was looking forward to it, especially after what happened yesterday in her office with 'Heather'.

She agreed and I asked her if she'd like some tea, which she said she would, so I went in the kitchen and put on a pot of water to heat up. I took two mugs from the cupboard and sat them on the table, placing a tea bag in each one. She came into the kitchen carrying the wine glasses and empty wine bottle. I took them from Margaret and placed the glasses in the sink, then rinsed the wine bottle and put it in the recycling bin. She and I sat there at the kitchen table chatting while waiting for the water to heat. She said, "Wow girl, the guys are sure enjoying that movie. They were sitting there with their tongues hanging out, practically drooling over the busty blonde woman." We both laughed at that. We sat there chatting about Heather and our plans, then the tea kettle started whistling, so I poured our tea and grabbed the honey and lemon slices, putting them on the table between us.

Margaret said, "The first thing I want Heather to do is undress without us telling her what to take off. We should just have to close and lock the door after she comes in my office Monday morning to know that she's to get naked for us. Maybe you can leave a note on her desk, so she knows what to do. I was planning on going in tomorrow to set things up. I'll take my small color TV in and put it on the table in my office, and put the DVD player and videos on there as well. I'll get out the black case Monday morning when I get there, and I'll have everything else ready in the closet and on the table and desk. I think we should start out by having her give us each a massage, then we do the same to her while making her watch a porn film without stroking her boy parts. We might have to tie or handcuff her hands to the chair though. What do you think, Chrissy?"

I thought for a moment and said, "Yeah, that would be great to tie her to the chair so she couldn't touch anything. We could stroke and tease her really good and drive her crazy with wanting to cum but not being able to. Maybe we could even get in a bit of enjoyment for ourselves at the same time, with some licking and sucking and teasing her by touching ourselves or each other while making Heather watch us." I couldn't believe I had said that, and I felt the blush rise in my skin, from my toes to my ears, I was so embarrassed that I had said, "Oh My God, I cant believe I said that. It must be the wine talking." Margaret reached over and patted my hand in understanding, and I smiled.

We sipped our tea and then went back to the livingroom where the guys were still watching the video. I sat on Jeff's lap and felt his erection poking out from his pants. I playfully wiggled my ass and his shaft slid easily into my waiting wetness as he pulled me back into his embrace. We kissed for what seemed like hours, as he slowly moved within my love tunnel. I heard whispered moaning and looked over to see Margaret with her face in Bill's lap, her head bobbing rapidly up and down as she sucked his cock. We all made love for a couple more hours, even after the movie had finished. Then we dressed and said our goodbye's. Bill thanked me for the invitation again, and we all hugged. 

Margaret and Bill left, then Jeff helped me clean up the livingroom and kitchen before we went to the bathroom to take a quick shower before going to bed. In the shower, we washed each other, Jeff lingering over my breasts and pussy and ass with the wet soapy washcloth, while I took my time washing his cock. By the time we were finished, we were both so turned on that as soon as we got in the bedroom, Jeff had tossed me onto the bed and started ramming his shaft home into my hot wet love canal. His hands were on my breasts, kneading and squeezing, pinching my nipples. I was kissing him fiercely, my tongue rubbing seductively against his as I pressed my lips to his. Within moments, I felt the tremors of orgasm approach as he pounded me harder and faster, our bodies making a squishy sound where we were joined. 

I tensed as my climax hit and I screamed out his name as I came, my body releasing my love juice all over his shaft just seconds before he reached his own release, and shot his cum deep inside me, his cock pulsing steadily for a few moments. I hugged him tight, not wanting to let him go. He pulled from me with an audible 'pop' then pulled me up to my feet after he got out of bed. We went to the bathroom and washed up again, then returned to bed. He turned off the light, pulled the blankets up over us and then put his arm around me, pulling me tight to him. I rested my head on his shoulder and my hand on his chest. I yawned and he said, "Baby, go to sleep. I love you." I guess I had said that I loved him too but I don't remember, since I had yawned again, then closed my eyes and within seconds I was sleeping.




The Applicant



Chapter 9

The next morning, I awoke alone in the bed, but I knew Jeff was still here. His clothes were on the chair by the dresser. I stretched slowly like a cat, luxuriating in the warmth of sleep that remained in the bed. I glanced up to see Jeff, my sexy handsome lover, standing in the doorway with a tray of food. He said, "Good morning, beautiful. Hungry?" I smiled and nodded then he approached with the tray. He lifted the linen napkin from it and I saw that he had made waffles, eggs, bacon, and toast. There was also a bowl of fresh fruit, a glass of orange juice and a steaming mug of tea on the tray. There was enough for two people, so he joined me on the bed and we ate breakfast. 

That Sunday went along quickly. Jeff and I spent most of the day in bed making love, only taking a couple hours to go for a walk and do some shopping after lunch. We returned home and put away the groceries and other things we bought, then snuggled on the couch watching a movie and munching popcorn. Even though the movie wasn't a porno, we still ended up making love before it was done. Jeff made me cum four times while I was on the couch, just from doing oral sex on me, then since my legs were weak, he carried me to the bedroom and we made love all afternoon, slowly and leisurely, taking our time exploring each others bodies. 

After dinner, around 8 pm, we took time out for a shower and I laid out my clothes for work the next day. I chose a pale blue short-sleeved blouse with lace around the collar and hem, a short dark blue skirt, my light blue bra and thong set with the matching garter belt, and a pair of black fishnet stockings. I chose a pair of three inch blue heels to wear too. With my clothes all set for work, we went back to bed, making love a few more times before falling asleep holding each other.

The next morning, my alarm went off at 7 am. I got up, washed my face, breasts and pussy with a washcloth, then got dressed before doing my make-up and brushing my hair. I pulled it back into a simple pony-tail for the day. Jeff laid in bed watching me dress and teasing me with peeks of his hard cock, knowing I didn't have time for another round of making love. I picked up a small pillow from the chair and threw it at him for being a tease, and he laughed, a deep sensual sound that almost brought me to my knees with desire. He chuckled, knowing what his laugh does to me, and I had to promise him that we'd make love as soon as I got home from work that afternoon, which he agreed with. He got out of bed and pulled on a pair of boxer shorts, then we went to the kitchen for some breakfast.

He made me sit while he fixed up some scrambled eggs with cheese and ham, toast, juice and coffee, and some fruit. We ate then I had to leave so I wasn't late for work. I grabbed my purse, making sure my vibrating 'egg' was still in it, grabbed my keys from the hook on the wall and slid my arms into my jacket, which Jeff was holding up for me. We kissed goodbye and he promised to clean up the apartment before he left for work at ten. 

I got in my car and drove to the office. Ten minutes later, I pulled into the parking lot and saw that Margaret was already there, and so was Heather. I grabbed my purse and walked quickly into the building to the elevator. When the elevator arrived at the third floor, I saw Heather and Margaret standing by the door to her office chatting. As I approached, they both turned to greet me with a big hug, which I returned as well. I took my purse to my office, then a moment later, Margaret knocked on my door. She came in and closed it behind her, then sat in the chair across from my desk. We talked about our plans for the 'meeting' with Heather, just to make sure we knew what we were going to do. Fifteen minutes later, we went back to her office and saw that Heather was sitting in the chair wearing only a blonde curly wig and a pair of white high heeled shoes.

I said, "Hi Heather. What are you doing?"

Heather replied, "Mistress Margaret asked me to sit here naked and watch the video on the TV. I want to cum from watching the people fuck and suck, but I cant touch myself, since she tied my hands to the chair arms." I looked at Margaret and smiled, then stepped around in front of Heather and slowly pulled my skirt up to reveal my transparent light blue thong panties. Heather/Jack sucked in a deep breath when I rubbed my fingers lightly over my panties, feeling the moisture gathering there already. I looked down at his lap and saw his cock jump, noting that he was leaking pre-cum and it was dripping from his balls onto the chair.

I slid my panties to the side and dipped my finger into my wet pussy, then held that finger out to him to suck clean, which he did with a throaty moan. I looked at Margaret and she nodded, so I untied the bonds holding his arms to the chair, then I pointed to the couch. He went willingly and I retied his hands to the couch. I let Margaret tie his feet then I took off my panties and rubbed them over his chest, belly and cock, watching it twitch rapidly. I stepped up onto the couch and turned so I was facing Margaret. I lowered my body down so my wet pussy was just inches above his face. I could hear him panting and I knew he wanted to bury his face in my wet cunt, so I let him. The first flicks of his tongue over my clit were so erotic, I almost came right then. 

He did several long slow sweeps with his tongue before plunging it into my wet hole. I saw Margaret take his cock into her hand and begin stroking it but she kept telling him that he was not to cum yet. I felt more than heard his groan of frustration at that statement. Margaret stopped stroking him and went to her desk, taking out a small plastic case from the drawer. She opened it and took out a 1 inch cock ring. She came back to the couch and stretched that ring over his cock and rolled it down to the base, which would help to keep him from cumming. She started to stroke his cock again and I saw her take him fully into her mouth, sucking him and licking him. My legs were starting to get weak as he was eating my pussy and I knew I was going to cum all over his face within moments, so I got down even lower and knelt on my knees. I leaned over and started fondling his balls as Margaret sucked him.

After a few moments, she stopped and removed the cock ring, then helped me off the couch. Jack sighed with frustration at not being able to cum yet and I giggled. Margaret pulled the two chairs over to the couch and she and I sat down. We had our skirts pulled up around our waists and our shirts open to bare our breasts. She had also gotten a pair of dildos from her black case which was on her desk, and handed me one of them. I smiled as I started rubbing it over my nipples after wetting it with my tongue. Jack groaned as it circled my nipples, leaving a wet trail behind on its way down my chest and belly to my pussy. I tapped the head of the dildo against my clit and his cock jumped. I saw his pre-cum drip onto his stomach and I licked my lips. I slid the dildo into my pussy and looked over at Margaret, who was doing the same thing as I was.

Here we sat, Margaret and I, fucking ourselves with dildos and making a handsome cross-dressing man watch us without being able to touch himself or cum, and it was great. After a few minutes, Margaret reached over and took my dildo, then sucked my juices off it. She handed me hers and I did the same thing with her dildo. Then she got up and untied Heather/Jack. He came over and buried his face in Margaret's pussy and his fingers in mine, stroking me to another orgasm within seconds. I saw the look of pure pleasure on Margaret's face as he ate her out while he fucked me with his fingers. I pushed his hand away and got down on the floor between his knees and started sucking his cock. 

I felt Margaret hand me the dildo she was using and I knew what she wanted me to do with it. I rubbed it over his balls and ass crack, then pressed it slowly into his ass as I kept sucking his cock. He groaned as the dildo went deeper into his ass and I started fucking his ass with it. I felt his cock get harder in my mouth as I sucked him hard. Margaret was still getting eaten out and had her hands on the back of his head, pushing his face into her deeper. Within moments, I felt the first hot jet of cum hit the back of my throat as I sucked him. I continued fucking his ass with the dildo as he shot stream after stream of hot sticky salty cum into my throat, swallowing every drop until his cock went limp between my lips. I withdrew the dildo and laid it on the floor, then I sat up to watch him finish Margaret off. 

She was squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples as he kept licking and sucking her pussy, his lips tugging on her clit as his tongue flicked it rapidly. She was moaning and writhing on his face. He must have hit the right spot because suddenly she tensed and screamed as she came all over his face. I saw the fluids shoot out from her pussy and drip down his chin as he continued lapping at her wet cunt. They both collapsed and struggled to catch their breath as we all sat in the afterglow of several mind-blowing orgasms. 

Margaret looked at me and said breathlessly, "Heather will do a great job as my secretary, Chrissy. Don't you think so, girlfriend?"

I nodded and said, "Oh most definitely, Margaret. Most definitely!"



The Application



I had recently lost my job and had spent numerous weeks pounding the pavement, knocking on doors and handing CV’s to harassed-looking managers. Most of them gave the same inane smile and mumbled something about being swamped with hundreds of applications, promising to get back to me as soon as possible. So far they either seemed to have misplaced my number or have simply written me off as a possible candidate. A woman had run the last place I had visited. To be turned down is annoying enough: being turned down by a woman really wreaked havoc on my ego. She had been a real nasty piece of work, let me tell you. She was a severe, snobbish kind of bitch and most definitely a man-hater. She had looked me over as if I was something she’d scraped off the bottom of her shoe, shook her head and made annoying clucking sounds with her tongue as she browsed through my application form. I hadn’t said one word and already I knew that I wasn’t going to get the job. 

“No. No. No.” With a gold ballpoint pen she clicked off the fields I had filled out and I felt that I was back in junior school, being graded on a piece of homework. I am twenty-nine years old, not some pimple-faced teenager, and I felt terribly humiliated by her condescending manner. The add had asked for an office assistant. I’ve worked in offices all my life: I know how to use a stapler and do not feel intimidated by the photocopier. I was more than qualified for the position, was well-dressed in a suit and tie and definitely did not deserve this kind of arrogant treatment. “I’m afraid that you do not meet our qualifications,” she said pointy-blankly and handed me back my CV. She held it by the edge with thumb and forefinger so that she wouldn’t blemish her finely manicured fingernails. I frowned. It was a perfect, 4-piece document and not something I had just fished out of the gutter. “I suggest you try elsewhere.”

My dismissal was indicated by the shuffling of papers around the desktop and the sharpening of half a dozen pencils that did not require any sharpening. I stood there and stared at her while she blatantly feigned ignorance of my presence. 

Consuela E. Harper, manager. A mahogany block of angled wood, the name nicely engraved in a plate of stainless steel, the letters painted white with a black trim. Next to it stood a matching pen and pencil cup with an assortment of pointy pencils that were just screaming out at me to be sharpened. She was a recent immigrant for she still had an accent. Not Mexican--- she had aboriginal blood in her for sure for her skin tone was muddy and the hair jet black This was a jungle bitch, half Caucasian, half South American Indian.

Imagine my anger at being turned down by a fucking immigrant. An immigrant who had a better job than I! Although rather good-looking and still young she apparently went to great lengths to pretend to be a lot older. This was a real prim and proper no-nonsense kind of woman, one who had no qualms to tell you just how she felt. Direct, blunt and to the point. With the long hair pinned-up, pince-nez glasses and the black, high-collar lace blouse she looked just like the kind of upper class, virginal prig who’d faint at the sight of a stiff dick. 

She had a magnificent set of hooters pushing through that black blouse, full and firm. She was definitely a very handsome woman, no doubt about it. She suddenly looked up and pushed the glasses up her nose with a forefinger. Half a dozen rings shone and glimmered as she lifted her slender hand. She didn’t like the way I had been staring at her and proved it by making a face. She drew the heavy knit shawl closer around her breasts, hiding them, and stared at me. She had education, though, for her English, although accented, was excellent. This was Oxford at it’s best. “Well? Is there something you didn’t understand? Shall I repeat it a little slower perhaps?”

I shook my head and tucked the folder under my arm. I know that it had been a childish thing to do but I knocked over her pencil cup, called her a bitch and left the building. Somehow this woman had gotten under my skin and I vowed to get even with her. I had her name---I just needed a little time to figure out where she lived.

Two weeks later I sat in my car in front of her house. It was past eleven at night and the street was dark and deserted. She and her husband obviously raked in the bills for the house they lived in was quite large and the terrain as big as a football field. It wasn’t exactly a mansion with stone walls and wrought iron gate but pretty well close at that. It was to my advantage that the property was large, for the neighbors lived a fair bit off and wouldn’t be alerted by shouts and screams. 

The house was empty. Ten minutes later a Mercedes pulled into the driveway. They must have come from some kind of semi-casual party for they were dressed accordingly and full of silly chatter. I allowed the couple to enter the house and made my way across the lawn a few seconds after. I knocked on the door and was soon greeted by a paunchy, middle-aged man with a hairline moustache and graying hair. He was easily a man well over fifty with a paisley scarf tucked under the collar and an emblem of a sport club embroidered on his blazer. Jeeze---that kind of look went out in the forties! I gazed past his shoulder but the woman was not to be seen in the vicinity. He started to say something but I cut him off with a tremendous punch to the stomach. It sent him reeling backwards. I entered the dwelling and locked the door behind me. The gentleman clutched his midriff and stared at me with surprise. He gave a groan, straightened and started to say something again but I gave him a solid push and he fell to the floor with a loud thump.

The woman’s alarmed voice echoed through the foyer. “Charles? What was that noise?” She came out of a side entrance. She stared at the fallen form of her husband, then at me. She clasped a hand to her mouth and blinked stupidly around the room. “What is going on here?”

“Shut up----both of you.” I pulled a .22 caliber pistol out of my back pocket and hefted it in my hand. “This thing is small and not very noisy, but it will nonetheless leave a hole. Don’t make me use it. Come here, lady, and help your husband to his feet.” I stared at the woman as she came slowly across the room towards her husband. She was really something, let me tell you. 

She was a short and petite little thing, something I hadn’t noticed that day in her office, not more than five-foot-three, and that in four-inch high heels! She was wearing a yellowish/beige blouse, light in color and of such a thin, silky material that I could see the contours of her bra shimmering through it; and a three-quarter-length skirt, deep purple and lightly pleated. The weightless velvety skirt just swirled around her ankles when she walked, allowing me to see the creamy nylons or stockings she wore underneath. The high-heeled black pumps were of the open-toe, sandal type with a solitary ankle band for support. The ultra high heels really thrust out her round, firm ass and made her breasts push out against the blouse even more. 

Tonight she wore her long hair loose and it just cascaded down across her shoulders in a swirl of curls and waves. It was very dark, almost black. It was parted to one side, the thick mane tucked lazily behind the left ear so that the studded amethyst earring was plainly visible. A similar purple-colored amethyst necklace hung in two loose loops around her throat. The glass stones shone and sparkled in the dim light of the foyer, careening of the walls like disco lights. She had big boobs all right, real big ones! Heavy and full, they thrust out from her petite body, stretching the thin material of the blouse so taut across the tips so that I could plainly see the indentations of her nipples. 

“Who are you?” she asked, her soft voice quaking with fear. “What did you have to hit my husband for? Can’t you see that he is much older and no threat to you?” Her large breasts heaved up and down---she was clearly agitated. “What do you want?”

I stepped towards them and grabbed the gentleman by the arm. He gave me a confused look but didn’t say a word. I leaned my face in close to the little wildcat and spat at her with such venom that she sprang back, tits bouncing. “Shut your fucking mouth! Not another peep out of you or I will pump granddad here full of holes!” I rammed the pistol in his left ear and he winced. Her face went white and she clasped her hands to her mouth. “Goodness! Please don’t hurt him! What ever do you want with us?”

“Shut up! You’ll soon find out. Let’s go upstairs.” I pointed with the gun and the two of them preceded me up the stairs, he mopping his face, she stumbling as she took the steps sideways, her eyes on me, one arm on his shoulder. I got a terrific view of her heavy tits jutting out through that silky blouse like grapefruits. They were pretty big alright, much bigger than I had thought! The long, light and velvety skirt billowed around her slim ankles, showing me a lot of her stocking-covered calves as she stumbled up the stairs. She had a real firm-looking ass and those broad hips really swayed to and fro. This was not the middle-aged woman I had first met----gone was the pince-nez and the severe, arrogant look. She definitely couldn’t have been more than thirty-five! Since her husband was many, many years her senior she went to all the trouble of looking and acting older. And she had the role pretty well down pact. But she didn’t fool me.

She stared at me. “What do you want?” she wailed and wrung her hands as we entered the master bedroom. “Shut up. Go stand over there and don’t move!” I pointed at the bed, dragged over a chair and pushed the husband into it, binding his hands and feet to it with ties from his own closet. He didn’t offer any resistance. He wouldn’t have been successful anyway. 

“Stop this foolishness, young man,” the old geezer exclaimed suddenly and gazed at his bound feet. “It’s obvious that you are not after money or jewelry. Seeing that you have bound me, thereby incapacitating me, I can only assume that you have ungentlemanly intentions regarding my wife. I beg you to reconsider. I am a rich man---I’ll pay you any amount. Just name it.” I almost laughed. The English he spoke came straight out of a Charles Dickens novel. Nobody who I knew formulated sentences like that anymore! What a goofball couple!

It may have been out-dated English, but it was English. The woman stared at me and slowly brought her hands to her face as the realization set in. She shook her head and whispered, “No,” numerous times. She was under shock, her eyes wide with fear.

I nodded at her. “Yes! You and I are going to get acquainted. Intimately, that is. I am going to re-apply for that job.” She raised her eyebrows for a moment and stared at me. “Oh! Now you recognize me, eh bitch? You turned me down, remember? Well tonight you’re going to change your mind! I want your complete obedience. If you do not obey, well, then, I shall be forced to hurt your husband. His fate is in your hands-----don’t be foolish.”

She gave a small cry and clasped her hands to her face. “Madre Dios!” she burst out in her native tongue. “You can’t do this!” she cried out and stamped her feet. “Let it be known that I shall attempt to fight you. You will not take me without a fight!”

“Bah!” I pocketed the pistol and shook my head. “I don’t think so. If you do not obey my every command I will hurt him. Unfortunately he is somewhat old---he may succumb to the beatings I will give him. Now, are you going to sacrifice his life because you are afraid of another man’s touch?”

She wrung her hands and stared at me with incomprehension. She brushed back her hair with both hands and stamped her feet like a spoilt child. “Please . . .”

The old man spoke up and his chair rocked as he tried to get my attention. “Please, sir. I’ll pay you! Please don’t do this!” I turned and punched him in the side of the jaw. Blood squirted from his torn lips. “Shut your fucking mouth, pops! Not one more word out of you. You just sit there and watch!” 

“No!” The woman emitted a shrill shriek and launched herself at me. She frantically clawed at my arms and I had to push her away. It was a heavy push. She cried out, tits bouncing and heaving as she collided with the bed. The loose skirt skipped up her calves and those meaty tits just sloshed up and down. I could actually see the lacy design of her bra cups pushing through the thin material. She stopped panting and shook her head. “No. Please don’t make him watch! That’s horrible.”

“He’s gonna watch every fuckin’ minute of it!” I snarled at her. “Now get on that bed, woman, and kneel on it. Move it!” To prove my earnest intentions I gave the husband a brutal clout across the back of his head. A broken tooth that had been jostled loose by the previous blow sailed from his mouth. He gave a groan and the chair rocked. The woman emitted an ear-piercing scream and with a swirl of her skirts she flung herself on top of the bed, tits heaving. “Okay! Okay! Please do not hurt him!” 

“Kneel, bitch! Lean back on your arms a bit and stick your chest out,” I ordered her and approached the bed slowly. “I want to see those fantastic tits of yours.” She drew the long skirt up her thighs, exposing those creamy stockings and fell forward on the bed with her knees, the skirt wrapped around her like a veil. She gave a sob and straightened her back and placed her arms behind her on the mattress. The long skirt billowed around behind her, the slim heels of her black pumps sticking out like sticks. Her huge tits just drilled forward through the silky blouse, thrusting out at me like volcanoes. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she lifted one arm to brush the hair out of her face. “Please! Please don’t do this.”

“No more talking!” I started to remove my clothes. She fell forward and buried her face in the mattress and wept. It was an interesting view---the billowing skirt from behind and volumes of dark, wavy hair up front, and in the middle that thin and silky blouse with the bra straps and back band pushing through. Her arms and legs were completely hidden by both hair and skirt. 

The gentleman spoke up, his face moistened with tears. “I see that we are at your mercy. But I do beg you to be gentle with my wife. I married her when she was very young---she has never been with anyone else.” He gave me a pleading look. “I also do hope that you have thought of using adequate precautions,” the old man said softly. “My wife is still young enough to bare children. I was never able to give her any, you understand, although she desperately wanted to. Having to watch you rape my wife is horrible enough----making her pregnant with your child would be devastating!”

“I go in bareback, pops,” I exclaimed. “If she plops out a squid after, than so be it!” I straightened, turned and approached the bed. He suddenly whitened and stared at me with horror. “Oh Lord!” he breathed with surprise when he saw my stiff member. “You’re huge! You will kill her with that thing!” 

Alerted by his cry she rose with a jerk, tits heaving. She made a horrible gasping sound and clasped one hand over her mouth with shock. I had just pulled it out and it was huge already, sticking out a stiff ten inches! She had one hell of a shock coming to her----it grew even bigger when fully aroused! It turned into a 14” long monster, the shaft 2-1/2” thick and heavily veined all over. The oval-shaped head alone was 4” long and 3” in diameter, as big as an over-ripe avocado. It made women shriek. 

She stared at me with horror. “No! Please! No! Not with t-that thing!”

“Shut up!” I warned her. “Do not make me hurt your husband. You know the rules. Disobey me and he will suffer greatly.” I slipped to the end of the bed and knelt there in front of her, my penis sticking out like a third leg. She made a mewing sound and her body started to shake and quiver as she gazed at it with shock. She was experiencing breathing problems, gasping for air which caused her full and heavy breasts to jerk erratically about. The fact that I knew her name did not seem to register. “Oh my God!”

“Spread your thighs wide and brace your hands on the back of your shoes,” I ordered. I bent down a bit and helped her spread the velvety skirt across her thighs, exposing her creamy stockings. Then I reached up and tenderly stroked her shoulders, brushing the thick hair across her back. She gazed at me drunkenly as I took her face in my hands. I gave her a kiss and surprisingly she did not flinch. I held the back of her head in the palm of my right hand and pushed her face against mine, and started to really kiss her passionately on those thick, red lips. I forced my lips on hers, then slipped in my tongue and swirled it around. I kissed her cheeks, the tip of her nose and tenderly worked my way down her neck. I licked and flicked the amethyst earrings and toyed with her hair, moving slowly down to her throat. I gazed into the open collar of her blouse but it was buttoned up too much to see anything but skin. The purple amethyst necklace glimmered and sparkled. I slipped my hands down her body and gently cupped her tits. She gave a little cry as she felt my fingers sink into her flesh. Man, they were firm and solid! I loved the way the silky material of the blouse squished through my fingers. The bra she was wearing was definitely a thin and flimsy thing for I could actually feel her nipples and actually get my fingers around them! I squeezed and fondled her big tits for awhile, enjoying the way the silky and slippery blouse slipped through my fingers. I grabbed hold of them, hard, and really sank my fingers into them. She squealed a bit as I man-handled her big tits. They were so big and forward-thrusting that I could hardly get my hands completely around them! I slipped my hands to the tips of her breasts and pinched the fat nipples through the blouse. She emitted a small shriek as I pulled and tweaked them.

I lifted her chin with a forefinger and gazed into her eyes. I draped my arms around her shoulders and slowly stroked her neck and throat. We squatted there like that for a few moments, our eyes fixed on each other. Wordlessly, my eyes still on hers, I slowly curled the collar of the blouse in my fingers. I slipped my fingers down the front of the silky blouse, lifted the amethyst necklace and slowly undid a button. She stiffened as I undid the second, and with a squeaking, protesting she sound brought up her arms and covered her breasts. “No!”

I rocked back a bit and stared at her with a frown. She started to cry again, shook her head and tucked the blouse lapels tightly together. I reached out and gave her such a slap across the left cheek that her body fell to the side. I grabbed her by the arm and drew her back, gave her another slap so that her head blew to the side. “Sit still, damn you!” I sank my hands into the partially opened blouse and tore it down to her navel with one deft pull. She screamed as numerous buttons sprayed around the room. Her bra-covered breasts sloshed about once or twice and almost threatened to pop out of their cups from the force of the pull. I clamped my right hand around her small throat and she immediately stiffened. I raised a warning finger, shook my head and she gave a sob and placed her arms behind her again. She was learning, albeit slowly, that I had complete control over her. I gazed at the massive mounds tucked inside the cups of a very skimpy bra indeed and licked my lips. 

She was wearing a white demi-bra, sheer of fabric and finely laced. I would have expected all of her body to be the same coppery color, but this was obviously a woman who rarely, if ever, wore clothes with a plunging neckline. Her entire breasts were creamy white! Most of her creamy skin shimmered through the fine mesh and I could clearly see the pink of her nipples. Her large breasts just spilled out over the narrow cups of the demi-bra, the lacy hem of the cups themselves barely covering the nipples. You can imagine the view the skimpy bra provided me with. She didn’t have round and bulbous breasts but long and slim torpedoes that created a long and dark cleavage. The thrust of her heavy breasts pushing against the bra created that pointy look I had seen and felt as her nipples were being pushed through the lacy cups. She definitely had to have some real fat and juicy nipples for they were sticking out of the thin material like tent poles.




The Application Form



It had been 7 years since my dad left my mom and me for another woman. My mom's 36 now and I am 18. As far as I am aware she has not been with another man since my dad. She would never go out with her mates on a night and she would only leave the house to go to work. Unfortunately two month ago she'd been made redundant so now she only goes out once a week for her shopping. I don't know why she'd never had another boyfriend since my dad, maybe she'd just had enough of men but she certainly isn't short of attention. She has the figure of a 21 year old and curves in all the right places. Her long blonde hair came right down to her size D tits and she has an ass to die for. She's never let herself go after my dad left and likes to keep fit, she wears makeup every day to make herself feel good.

When she used to go to work I would sometimes sneak in her room and have a look round. I found a long black dildo in her bottom drawer; it was 8 inches long and looked quite worn. A few days after I found it I heard her using it, I came home from nightshift early after I was feeling sick and I didn't want to wake my mom. I tip toed up the stairs and passed her room when I heard her, at first I thought she was having a bad dream as I heard a little moaning. I put my ear against her door, which unfortunately was locked, and I could hear her moaning and panting.

"Ohhhhh mmmmm yeah" she moaned not knowing I was in the house. Man, she must have really been ramming the dildo in and out of her pussy. I could hear her wet pussy slurping with every thrust.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" she screamed as she came. Her moaning got fainter and she was heavily panting. I could no longer hear the slurping from her wet pussy and soon after she was snoring. I quietly made my way to my room and jerked off thinking of my mom pleasuring herself with the thick long dildo. Since then I have had no luck catching her at it again but that was all about to change.

It was Saturday night and we were both at home, I was in my bedroom when the phone rang. I answered it as it was on the table next to me but my mom answered it at the same time. I didn't say a word and listened along; it was my mom's friend Sue. They were on the phone ages talking about any old rubbish then Sue started asking my mom stuff.

"So have you got yourself a man yet, honey?" Sue asked.

"No you know I'm not bothered anymore, they're not worth the hassle to me" my mom replied.

"Oh come on honey, it's been about 7 years since you and Dave split up, your body must be craving a piece of meat" Sue laughed as she said it.

"Well...umm...maybe but I can't handle a relationship so I'll do without" my mom stuttered.

"You know you could use that new service that got mentioned at work a few months back?" Sue told my mom.

"Isn't that illegal? And I wouldn't know how to go about that" my mom responded curiously.

"Honey, I'll send you the form, all you have to do is fill it in and send it to the agency, it's easy and it's only 200 bucks" Sue told her. The conversation dithered away from my mom's sex life and they eventually ended the phone call. Every day since then my mom's been rushing to get the post and on the Tuesday it must have come as I seen her at the table filling in a form. 

"Bri, can you lend me 200 bucks please" she asked me.

"Sure mom, what for?" I asked her. 

"Erm...just to get the shopping in. I'm a bit broke seen as though I'm out of work. Actually can you make it 300, I wanted to treat myself to a new outfit" my mom made it sound believable. I gave her the money and I was about to leave for work when she asked me to post the letter. She didn't want to go outside in the rain and told me it was a job application so it was important to post it straight away. I got to the car park at work and opened the form, I couldn't believe it. It was an application form on how you want to be fucked with 200 dollars. I've paid for my mom to get fucked by some random guy.

This is how she filled in the form:

1.Which holes do you want penetrated?

Mouth/

Pussy/

Ass/

2.Which size dick do you want?

Under 6 inches

6 – 8 inches

8 – 10 inches

10+ inches/

3.Where do you want the man to come?

Mouth

Face/

Tits

Pussy/

Ass/

4.Please write down further information you wish to occur.

I would like to be fingered, licked out and spanked. Make sure the man you send me has lots of stamina as I'll give him a night he'll never forget x

5.Finally, which day would you like our service?

Tuesday, after 6pm.

Wow, my mom must have been really gagging for some cock. I put a holiday in at work for Tuesday night. It came around very quick and my mom went out at 2pm to the shops so that was my only chance to get into her room. I hid in her closet with the door slightly open so I had a perfect view of her bed. I set my camcorder in position and waited patiently for 6pm. My mom came into her room at 5pm with her shopping and put the bag on the bed then went into the bathroom. I could hear the shower running, imagining her washing her pussy ready for it to be fucked for the first time in over 7 year. She came back in with a towel wrapped around her body and began drying her hair. When finished she stood up and dropped the towel giving me a great view of her body. She looked at herself in the mirror, rubbing her tits and pushing them together. She pulled a red dress out of the bag and put it on, she didn't bother with a bra or panties and the dress was skin tight. It stopped just below her ass showing off her toned legs. It didn't take her long to put her make up on and once 6pm came the doorbell rang. She checked herself one last time in the mirror and went down to let the man in. 

They came straight up to the bedroom and he followed my mom in staring at her ass. It was a big black guy, he must have been 6' 4" and he was ripped to bits. My mom didn't waste any time and yanked his pants down. I could see the shock on her face when she saw his 14 inch cock hanging down. She dropped to her knees and began to lick and suck the head, inch by inch she took more in. About 8 inches was her limit and she began to gag but the man grabbed her by the back of the head and started to thrust his cock down my mom's throat. He vigorously pushed it in and out and eventually my mom's nose was flat against his stomach. Her face went bright red as she choked on his cock and he pulled out before she was sick. 

He pulled my mom to her feet and ripped the dress of her and pushed her onto the bed. She spread her legs ready for him to lick her bald pussy, she was soaking wet already. His tongue licked up all of her juices which were now running down to her ass crack. He stuck two of his fingers into her pussy and moved them in and out to her delight. She squealed as he then licked her clit whilst fingering her.

"I'm cumming!!" she wailed as she sprayed her juices all over the man's face. He placed his cock at the entrance to my mom's pussy. I could see it stretching her as it went in inch by inch. My mom moaned in pain, a few tears rolling down her face as he managed to get all 14 inches into my mom's body. He slowly started to fuck her and gradually speeding up as she got used to it. He was pounding her as hard as he could and my mom was loving it.

"Fuck me, fill me up, oh my god, fuck my cunt, cum in me, I want to feel you cum inside me" she screamed. I couldn't believe my mom talking liking this. He was fucking my mom so hard whilst rubbing her tits and pulling on her nipples. He started grunting as he shot his load inside my mom's belly. He pulled his dick out of my mom and she stroked it a few times before licking her juices off it and any cum that wasn't inside her. She then placed her head into the pillow and stuck her ass up in the air, I could see the cum dribbling out of her gaping hole. He stuck his head between my mom's ass cheeks and began to lick her ass hole. My mom dug her fingernails into the pillow and moaned in pleasure. He spat over her ass hole and used the head of his cock to rub it in; my mom was eagerly anticipating getting fucked in the ass by his big cock. He pushed the thick head into my mom's tight ass and it began to open up swallowing about 6 inches of his cock. I could see the pain on my mom's face as she was biting her lip. He pumped in and out of her, with each thrust a bit more of his cock disappeared into her ass. There was no way the whole lot would fit in but he managed to get about 10 inches buried inside her. She was screaming so loud in pleasure, one of her hands was now rubbing her pussy.

"Oh yeah, that feels so good" she moaned. He was slapping her ass as he fucked it. He pulled her hair right back as he rammed his cock up my mom even harder. "Ohhhh fuck I'm cumming" my mom wailed furiously rubbing her clit. Her juices where gushing out of her pussy and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. The man was holding her up as her legs began to buckle with the intense orgasm. My mom had passed out during the orgasm but he still kept on pounding away at her ass hole. He started to grunt again as he ejaculated in my mom's ass. He pulled his cock out of my mom's ass and that was it. He put his clothes back on and simply left.

I quietly opened the closet door and looked at my mom to see if she had moved. She was still out cold, I walked over to her. There was a mixture of his and her cum all over the bed. She was lying on her stomach, I spread her ass cheeks apart and seen her gaping hole, little bits of cum where spilling out. She had his hand prints on her ass cheeks where he had been spanking her. I rolled her over and her pussy was red raw but still soaking wet and leaking his cum. I began stroking my hard cock and rubbed her clit as well. Her juices where still flowing even though she had passed out. I was on the verge of cumming so I placed my cock only inches from her face. Streaks and streaks of long thick come splattered across her face hitting her nose, lips and in her hair. Some gathered in the corner of her closed eyes. I left my mom like this and went back to my room to watch the video over and over again.



The Application



I cupped the lacy cups in my hands, squeezing her tits together, lowered my head and buried my face in her plentiful cleavage. She gave an annoyed moan as I kissed the soft and malleable flesh all over. I spent a few minutes nuzzling my face between her glorious mounds, kissing and brushing my cheeks against the warm skin while I squeezed and crushed them from the sides. I kissed and licked the warm flesh cradled in the cups of the skimpy bra while I ran my hands up and down her back. I just loved the feel of that silky blouse! I did that for a while, then cupped her breasts and squeezed them together so that they almost popped out of the cups. I was surprised to discover that although her tits had bounced about every time she jumped or breathed heavily---even with the constraints of a bra---that they were rather firm and solid, so much in fact that I had to really squeeze hard. She squealed and whimpered as I crushed her tits together. Man, what a cleavage!

I slipped my hands up and slowly started to peel her tits out of the lacy cups, one at a time. I then grabbed hold of each cup and forcibly tore the shoulder straps off, pulled the back of the bra forward and undid the catch. She squealed a bit in protest as I yanked the bra out from under the blouse. I twirled the skimpy bra around in my fingers while I gazed at her lovely tits. 

Man, they just shot out straight and forward---no sag. They swooped down a little because of the massive weight, but there was definitely no obvious sag. She had two-inch, brownish aureoles, the nipples fat and perky. Although she was hardly stimulated they were already sticking out like the eraser ends of pencils and I could well imagine that once aroused they would be long and stiff enough to hand coat hangers from! The little bra label indicated a 34E cup. Now that was pretty large indeed! 

She emitted a little squeal when I bent down and planted a kiss on the tips of both breasts in alternating cycles. I moved from tit to tit, kissing and licking. I crushed her against me then and started to feed on her tits, sucking the pointed tips deep into my mouth. The woman moaned and squealed as I kissed and flicked my tongue across her nipples. Within seconds they began to wiggle and jerk about until they stuck out, firm and perky. I chewed on them and she squealed like a piglet and ran her hands crazily through her thick hair. I spent a good twenty minutes sucking her tits in deep, flicking her perky nipples with repeated tongue lashes. I forced her body backwards a bit and she squealed in protest as her elbows were bent back, the four-inch heels almost digging into her back. Her firm tits just heaved upwards like the cones of volcanoes! There was hardly any sag---just a bit of a barely noticeable flop to the sides. I crawled on top of her, bracing my arms alongside her body. My huge penis drilled into the soft, velvety gown slung between her thighs, the thrust of the ten-incher pushing the material inwards and leaving a big, gooey stain. Oh, I was just as wet as she was!

I bent down over her body and really started to go nuts on her tits. I sucked and kissed them, then started to pull and yank at her pointy nipples with my lips and teeth. She moaned deeply and emitted strange mewing sounds. I shoved her tits, one at a time, deep into my mouth and sucked, enjoying the tickling sensation as her pointed nipples brushed the back of my throat. I just loved those tits of hers! I cupped one of her heavy tits in both hands, squeezing the pointed tip outwards and started to lap at the projected nipple with quick, jerky licks. She groaned and I could see how she was clenching the bed sheets behind her. When I grabbed her fat, pointy nipples with my teeth and started to pull and yank at them, she threw back her head and let out a shrill shriek. Turned-on by her cries, I feverishly sucked on her pointed, forward-thrusting tits with more intensity. Oh, she just had the most delicious tits!

After what seemed like an hour I released her tits, rocked back and wiped my arm across my mouth. She was shaking and her breath was very erratic. Her skin had taken on sheen and I am sure that she must have had at least two or three orgasms. The tips of her pointed breasts were red and very swollen, the indentations of my teeth marks extremely evident. She brushed the long mane across her shoulders and stared at me with mouth agape. There was a strange gleam in her eyes, one of yearning and desire, one of horror and revulsion. She was visibly shaken and I could well understand her mixed emotions. 

“Get off the bed, “ I ordered her. She made a strange, sobbing sound and rolled off the bed. The long skirt fell down her legs, the opened blouse half slipping down her shoulders. She pulled it up again, hiding her glorious tits and brushed the long mane out of the collar’s way. She was half dizzy and she stumbled on her high heels as she flicked the long, wavy mane out of her face. Gone was the finely coiffeured look---it was all disheveled and the thick bangs kept falling into her brow. I laid myself on the bed, my head propped up under a bunch of pillows. My huge penis, now at least eleven inches long, shot straight up like a utility pole. It was growing by the minute! “Remove your panties.”

She gave another sob, gathered the long skirt in her hands and drew it up her legs. She was not wearing a garter belt, for the stockings she exposed were of the elastic, stay-up kind. She tucked the flowing folds around her waist, holding it up with her elbows pressed against her and with one hand slowly peeled a white, silk panty down her legs. She pulled one leg out at a time, then kicked the panty aside. I gazed at it and grinned, for the wet stain in the silky crotch was very obvious. Her husband seemed shocked and he too stared at his wife. Although my stare was of amusement, his was of shame and humiliation. He lowered his head and gazed at the floor.

“Come back up here, woman,” I instructed her and pointed at the bed. “Lift your skirt up high and stand above me.” She gave me a weird look. She crawled up on the bed, tits heaving, struggling to keep the long skirt from falling down her thighs. I stared up at her wet crotch as she stood above me, the skirt wrapped around her waist, the partially open blouse revealing only the upper mounds of her huge tits. She had a nice, little black snatch with real pink pussy lips. I crocked a finger at her and grinned at her evilly. “Bring that juicy cunt of yours here, Consuela. Grab hold of the headboard and thrust your cunt in my face. Let’s see what you taste like.”

“Oh God! How disgusting!” She stared at me with revulsion. I cocked my head at the husband. The old fool of a husband had probably been content enough to slip the noodle in and out a few times before he nodded off to sleep. Poor woman! Oh----Consuela was going to have the time of her life tonight!

“Be a good girl, now, Consuela,” I said softly. “Do as I ask.” She gave a sob and struggled to stay upright on the bed. Her high heels were digging deep trenches in the springy mattress. She gave a moan and slowly fell astride me, her knees on either side of my head. The headboard rattled as the numerous rings on her fingers connected with the brass bar. The velvety skirt fell around my head like a dark curtain, momentarily cutting off my vision. I waited a few seconds, enjoying the scent of her womanhood, enjoying how nervously she squirmed above me. Soon my eyes grew accustomed to the dim light and I could now easily make out the lacy tops of her stockings and the glistening mound of her pubic hair as the light shimmered through the thin material. The tiny goblets of pussy juice that had collected in her wiry hairs were glistening like dewdrops. She had a small, neatly trimmed dark thatch, the pussy lips a reddish pink. They were wet, much wetter than I would have imagined. She was one horny bitch! With a groan I wrapped my hands around her waist and drew her down. 

She gave a little squeak when she felt my lips on her pussy. I kissed her there gently and softly, a mere brushing of the lips. She moaned softly and jerked her hips. “Oh my God!” Slowly I intensified my kisses. I closed my mouth over her entire crotch then and sucked on her cunt, drawing my teeth across her pussy lips. Oh, she was sobbing wet. I brushed my face all over it, sucking at her pussy juices. It was almost a virginal taste, sweet and acidic at the same time. I clamped my mouth over her cunt and slowly pushed my tongue inside her. She cried out and the brass bar chimed as the rings on her fingers were drawn across it. I feverishly started to flick my tongue at her exposed clitoris and she squealed with delight. She trust her hips against me and her body spasmed as another orgasm overcame her. I spent a good half-hour sucking, kissing and chewing on her cunt. I flicked and nibbled on her clit and she pushed herself against me, moaning and chanting continuous oh’s and ah’s. She orgasmed three times during my attack on her pussy, each orgasm mightier than the previous one and each one producing a torrent of gooey cum that shot out of her as if flood gates had been opened. I could have filled a glass with all that pussy liquid! I was drenched with the stuff. It dripped down my chest, stained the skirt that was wrapped around us and completely matted my hair. My job was done----she was now definitely wet enough to accept my massive dick!

“Okay,” I mumbled through the folds of her wet skirt that were clung against my head. “Get off me.” She fell back with a gasp and the blouse fell open as she slumped on the bed, the skirt billowing around her feet. I got a neat view of her huge tits sloshing up and down as she sat there, gasping. “Turn around,” I ordered, “ and get on all fours.”

She gave a protesting moan but did as told. Her huge tits nearly brushed the mattress as she knelt there. She tossed her long mane over her shoulder and peered back at me with wide eyes. Her round, firm ass poked up through the thin skirt and with a groan I rose to my knees behind her and slipped it up until I had it wrapped around her waist. She gave a squeak and her body shuddered as I began to slip the head of my throbbing penis back and forth across her wet pussy lips, moistening it for easier entry. Within seconds my penis was already slobbering wet. 

I grabbed hold of my pecker with one hand and gently placed it against her pussy. I pushed forward. She shrieked as it forced her tight pussy lips wide apart. Loud squishing sounds erupted from her as the massive head forced its way into her hole. I fed it in slowly, spreading her pink lips wider and wider. I could feel the bones creaking as her sphincter was being stretched to its limit and she emitted a horrifying scream. But I continued leaning forward, pushing and pushing ever so slowly. An inch, then two inches. She moaned and clutched at the bed sheets as the first two inches slipped into her. She was so wet that I hardly had to push. But I took my time, allowing her to get accustomed to the immense intruder. I continued pushing forward until I had slipped in about five or six inches, then stopped the slow forward thrust. She gave a deep groan as her pussy lips were being stretched wider than ever before. “Oh my God!” she gasped and tossed her wild mane about her. “Oh!” 

I let go of my penis, grabbed her ass cheeks in both hands and slowly started to pump the six inches I had inside of her in and out. I drew it out until only the tip remained inside her, then pushed it back in with a heavy thrust. I rode her like that, making sure that only six inches or so slipped in and out of her. She screamed and tore at the sheets. My penis started to throb and grow thicker by the second and her tight pussy grabbed it like a vice. I stopped pushing and left it there for awhile. I roughly massaged her ass cheeks, grabbed her there then and drew her along my thick shaft. In and out, in and out. Her whole body bounced. I slipped my thumbs into her anus every now and then and she howled, threw her mane about her and tore at the bed sheets.


She shrieked. “Oh-oh-oh-oh” repeatedly and her body spasmed and shook as a wicked orgasm raced through her. I gave her a forceful push and another two inches tore into her. I now had at least half of my huge penis in her and already I was in deeper than her husband ever had been. She howled and tore gashes in the bed sheets with her long nails. I fucked her like that for a short while, pushing it in and out of her with slow, even thrusts. The sight of my huge, thick penis half buried inside such a small opening always turned me on, and the more they shrieked and trashed about, the more I liked it.

It was time to plant it in all the way. I withdrew my penis and her stretched pussy lips actually slammed shut with an audible sucking sound. She let out a deep-throated groan and buried her head between her arms. Pussy juice was squirting out of her shaking vagina, the creamy goblets dangling to and fro like icicles, stretching thinner and thinner until the weight made them drop to the bed sheets with a loud plop. 

“Take the skirt off completely,” I breathed at her and rolled off the bed. I helped her to her feet for she seemed unable to move a muscle. She was completely dizzy and teetered in front of me, tits swinging and shaking, causing the lapels of the partially opened blouse to spread wide open, revealing her naked E-cup tits with the swollen nipples glowing like embers. 

I reached around her and unzipped the little zipper at the back of the skirt for she was obviously unable to do so. The thin skirt slipped down her stockinged legs and fell in a tangled and messy, cum-stained heap around her ankles. “Oh God” she gasped and clutched me for support. “No more! I can’t take any more of this.” “Oh, yes you can,” I said gently, picked her up in my arms and she let out a little shriek as she was lifted off the floor. She couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred pounds. I scooped her up and gently placed her on the bed again, got on top of her and spread her thigh wide apart. Her vast mane of black hair was spread out on either side of the pillows, her eyes wide and her mouth open with shock. I bent down and gave her a long, tender kiss, my hands cupped around her large tits. I stared lovingly into her dark eyes and said softly,” Now we’re going in all the way, baby. All the way. Lie back and relax.”

I flung her shapely legs across my shoulders and positioned the tip of my penis against her again. Her husband’s eyes were wide with disbelief, for from this position he was able to see it all up close. He watched with awe as the head of my penis parted her moist folds. I heaved forward slowly with one thrust until I had the same six inches or so buried in her again. The husband gasped for there was still another eight inches to go! Believe me---it is quite a sight! She shrieked and flung her arms around me and clawed at my back as I thrust myself in. “Aagh! God!” she groaned and tossed her head from right to left. I leaned over her and sank my fingers into her thick mane and lifted her head towards mine. Although I weighed over 220lbs the weight of my strong body hardly squished her tits----that’s how firm and solid they were. Her firm, pointed nipples just drilled into my chest. I crushed my mouth on hers and left my penis embedded in her for a few moments. She kissed me back with a passion that totally surprised me. 

“Here we go, love.” I slowly pushed in a little deeper. She groaned and clutched me, her lips pressing so forcibly against mine that she took my breath away. The bulbous head of my penis slowly wormed its way deeper into her, unrelentlessly spreading the rubbery walls of her vagina to the point of bursting. She arched her back and shrieked like mad, but her cries were stifled for my mouth was still on hers. I could feel how the large head was spreading her insides wider and wider apart, wider than imaginable. Thankfully she was so wet that I hardly felt any discomfort, only the strain of her muscles clenching me like a vice. She was tight, oh very tight, for I was now deep in virgin territory. I pushed in another inch and her body spasmed as a violent orgasm overtook her. She raked her long nails down my back and thrust her hips against me. I started to work her then, pumping a good nine inches in and out of her with purposeful strokes. With every push I could feel the head of my penis collide against the depth of her pussy. She screamed and I could feel the blood dripping down my back as her nails dug trenches into my skin. The pain was bad, but I was giving her an equal amount and it was only fair.

I stopped kissing her and curled my fingers into her hair and slammed in and out of her. She shrieked like mad, the cries echoing through the room like a siren. I stopped fucking her and started to really push into her. I simply leaned forward and pushed. She arched her back and clawed at my arms as the tapered head of my penis started to grind against the narrow opening of her cervix. I was already deeper than any man ever could. “Take it, baby, take it!” I hissed at her and pushed forward deeper and deeper. I could feel the walls of her vagina stretch and the bones creaking in protest as the huge head of my penis drilled into the tight channel. I clutched her and pushed deeper, my knees digging into her ribs. Every push resulted in a horrifying scream. The head of my penis was now forcing its way right through her cervix, the tight walls spreading wider and wider. And then, with one powerful thrust, I tore through it. She howled and her body spasmed. Man, this was the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked. I pushed further and further, and with one final heave I was in all the way, all 14” of it. The head was right up against the back of her womb! 

“A-aagh! A-aagh!” She moaned repeatedly. “Oh my fucking God!” It’s the first time I heard her swear and it turned me on. I bent down and started to suck on her fat nipples, moving crazily from tit to tit. She cried out and thrust her body against mine. I was buried in to the hilt and her tight muscles were threatening to rip my cock off. I started to gently hump her, my head ripping through her cervix with every push. Gallons of pussy cum sloshed along the sides of my penis, staining the bed sheets underneath us. She howled with delight and flopped crazily around on her back. “Ai! Ai! Ai!”

I straightened a bit, let go of her tits and grabbed her slender waist in both hands. I withdrew my throbbing cock slowly until it was almost all the way out. She stared at me with awe, her body shaking. I thrust forward all the way in. She howled as my penis thudded through her tight cunt and tore through her narrow cervix. I fucked her then for earnest, slamming myself in and out of her with powerful thrusts. She was delirious with pain and pleasure, tore at the brass head board with her hands and flung her body about with numerous convulsions. I thrust in and out of her, slamming my huge penis into her to the hilt, creating load creaking noises from both the bed springs and her protesting ribcage. She was experiencing orgasm after orgasm, her body pitching and yawing as she arched her back and tore at the bar above her head. “Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!”

After awhile she stopped her maddening shrieks and just lay there panting and wheezing, her eyes closed, her hands clenched tightly around the headboard. She was half-comatose, lying there with only an occasional moan erupting from her lips. I humped her like mad, ramming into her so forcibly that her firm tits actually started to slosh back and forth. I could feel my penis throb and grow as the tension built up. I thudded in and out of her, my huge head bursting through the now wide-spread cervical opening like a jackhammer. And then the dam burst. With one final heave I slammed through her until my head was deeper than ever before. She opened her eyes and shrieked as torrents of hot cum erupted from my penis. I threw my head back and roared like a beast as my sperm shot out of me like a water pistol. It just wouldn’t stop! She flung herself crazily from side to side and wailed like a siren as my sperm splashed against her insides. My orgasm was slowly subsiding as the last of the remaining cum shot out of me, but she was totally enveloped in a wall of continuous orgasms as my hot sperm thudded against the most sensitive part of her womanhood. I was right in there, ejaculating gallons of hot cum deep into her womb and she couldn’t stop from gasping and trashing about.




The Application



“Agh! Agh! Agh!” she shrieked and clutched me fiercely. It took a few minutes, but eventually she calmed down and just lay there as if dead. I pulled out slowly and her pussy juices just dribbled out of her. I threw my legs over the side of the bed and grinned at the old man who was staring at us with shock. 

“That’s how you make love to a woman like that,” I grinned at him. “Has she ever moved and shrieked like that for you?” The gentleman shook his head. He lowered his head and closed his eyes. Consuela, laying there panting, suddenly reached out a hand and touched me. I turned and smiled at her. 

“How was that, love?” I asked. She smiled at me and whispered, “Do it again!”

Well, needless to say we became lovers. I came over every night and we fucked like rabbits. At first the old gentleman voiced his disapproval. He knew that he had lost her to me and accepted that: what he didn’t like was that the affair was being carried out in his home. He was sick and tired from the bedroom noises he had to listen to for he was not the type to go for a stroll, but preferred curling up in front of the fire with a hot glass of milk. Eventually he withered and passed away. Consuela shed a few tears for she had been fond of him. But during the last few years his age had taken a toll on their marriage and she was no longer happy, the reason for her nasty and arrogant manner.

Guess what? I got the job! I am now her personal assistant and we get along great. She has given birth to a wonderful baby girl. She’ll be forty years old soon, and so we’ve only got about five years or so to start a family before she gets to old to bare children. And she definitely wants more. You can well imagine how hard we are at work every night!