Johnson�s Heaven

by Kellis

Episode 3: Melissa

Two days later with Clara again manning the joysticks in the office, Johnson admitted a well turned out, buxom woman with brown hair neatly tied up in a bun, prettily made up, wearing a business suit with ruffled blouse, skirt and high heels, and carrying a purse.� She gave the large room a careful once-over before obeying his instructions to approach.

�You are Melissa,� he said as she stopped a few feet from where he sat on one of the facing couches.� �I didn�t catch the last name.�

Her chin lifted and she said, �You are Johnson.� I didn�t catch the first name.�

He chuckled.� �You�re well-dressed, Melissa.�

�Thank you.� I always try to be.�

�I�m sure.� What do you do for a living?�

She hesitated and finally shrugged a little.� �I�m a sixth grade school teacher.�

�I get the impression you didn�t want to tell me that.�

�After all, what difference does it make?�

�You have a point.� Just about any woman can suck a cock.�

When she said nothing, he grinned.� �You frown, perhaps at my choice of words, surely not at the specified behavior.� You do know that�s why you�re here, don�t you?�

She took a breath.� �I�m the one who spoke to you on the telephone, Mr. Johnson.� Yes, I know why.�

�I�m just Johnson.� You can leave off the misters.� Why is it you don�t sound too pleased to be here?�

�Because my feelings are mixed, I guess.�

He nodded.� �Very good.� We�ll get into that in a minute.� For now, why don�t you take off your clothing, sit down and relax.� Hang your stuff on that chair.�� He stood up.� �How about a glass of Chardonnay?�

Her chin rose fractionally higher.� �I believe you promised me a certain sum of money just for showing up, if you liked my looks.� Do you?�

His answer was a small roll of bills taken from his robe pocket.� She counted it, slipped it into her purse and hung her suit coat over the back of the chair.

�Yes, I�d like a small serving, thank you,� she said as her hands went to the back of her neck for the blouse buttons.

He stood before her, a goblet in each hand, and watched her meticulous undressing.� She went all the way to skin, leaving only the bun clip in her hair and the rings on her fingers.� The diamond on her left hand flashed in the bright overheads.

He handed her a drink.� �Very nice indeed.� What size are your tits?�

�36C.�

His extended hand fondled her.� �They have me repeating myself: very nice indeed.�

�Thank you.�� Her voice was dry.� �Your hand is cold.�

�Sorry.� I�m sure it is warming fast.� What do the boys in your sixth grade classes think of these?�

�I wear my least flattering bras to school.�

He shook his head.� �You can�t do much to conceal these, and I know enough about women to know you can tell if the boys notice.�

�You want me to say they notice.�

He grinned.� �And I know twelve-year-old boys, having been one.� They notice you, Melissa.�

�Yes, they do.� Especially if I wear a blouse that�s a bit low-cut.� There, I�ve admitted it.�

�Thank you.� Please have a seat and taste your drink.� I want you to be comfortable.�

She sighed.� �Johnson, a grown woman should not sit nude on furniture.� Do you have a towel?�

�This furniture is covered in leather.� Take your seat and don�t worry.�

She obeyed, sitting primly on the edge of the couch, legs together, arched toes raising heels off the carpet.� He sat opposite her, his knees about three feet away from hers, and rested an ankle on his other knee, careless of the gaping robe.� She glanced at his groin and looked away.

He leaned back and said, �A grown woman, you say.� How grown are you, Melissa?�

She frowned but said after a moment, �I don�t suppose I have to tell you the truth, do I?� Let�s say I am thirty years old.�

�Lies have to be convincing, Melissa.� How old are you?�

Her shoulders stiffened.� �Thirty-six.�

He nodded.� �That agrees better with the crows feet in the corners of your eyes.�

She shook her head.� �I ran late with my makeup.�

�Now that we�re being honest, let�s go to the raw meat.� When did you have your first fuck?�

Her eyes glinted and she sniffed.� �You must be more precise, Johnson.� Do you mean the year, the time of day, the condition of the world or my age?�

He laughed.� �How old were you?�

�I was seventeen when I first had sex with another person.�

��Seventeen!�� Is that a fact?�

�As much of a fact as that mole under your navel.�

His eyebrows rose.� �Ah, she does notice a few things!� Do you notice all the hard cocks in your sixth grade classroom?�

�I do.� But I take very little credit.� Those classrooms were full of nubile-becoming girls that also reacted to erections.�

�Giggling?�

�And punching each other.�

��Nubile-becoming.�� Did any of them ever reveal a bloody bottom?�

��Did one of them,�� she corrected.� �No, I don�t recall even one, not since girls started wearing blue jeans.� Quite a few have asked me for help because of it, however.�

�Tell me about that seventeen-year-old first fuck.�

Her lip curled.� �I debated what to say when you asked that.� Will you be satisfied with just the highlight?�

�Like, �He fucked me and I said get lost?��

�Not at all.� He was my best friend�s handsome father.� I decided that he should have my real virginity.� I had already ripped my hymen with Mother�s dildo.�

�When did that happen?�

�I was fifteen.�

�Go on about that first fuck.� How did you approach your �best friend�s handsome father?��

She shook her head.� �You want more than highlights, I see.�

�That�s the deal, Melissa.� I�m actually paying more for information than service.�

�What do you want to know?�

�Did you have to seduce him?�

She grimaced.� �I am a direct sort of person, Johnson.� I chose an afternoon when wife and daughter had just driven away, went to his backdoor, invited myself in and said, �Would you do me a favor?�

�He said, �Sure.� Can it wait until the ball game is over?�

��It can but right now would be best,� and I pulled my tank top over my head.�

�Go on.� What were you wearing?�

�Tank top and shorts, nothing else; no underwear.�

�By way of preparation, eh?� What was his reaction?�

�He turned away from the TV.�

�No doubt.� He didn�t say, �What the hell are you doing, Melissa� � or whatever name he had for you?�

�Not until I stepped out of my shorts.�

�What did you tell him?�

�That I wanted him to be my first.�

�How did he take it?�

�He stood up long enough to push down his britches and underpants, sat back down and said, �Come here and kneel.��

She sniffed.� �When I reached him I started to turn around.� He laughed at me.� �You�re pretty innocent, aren�t you.� Kneel down and face me.�� So I did and waited for further instructions.�

Johnson grinned.� �You claim you didn�t understand what he wanted?�

�Actually I did suspect.� I�d heard the other girls talk.� But I didn�t have to guess.� He said, �Take my cock in your mouth and suck.��

�What did you think of your first one?� Was he circumcised?� By now you should know the difference.�

�I do now, although I�ve seen a natural penis only in a porn movie.� Until today.� Yes, he was.� I thought it was salty, somewhat bitter, smelling of peanuts and surprisingly malleable.� It was softer than a good filet mignon.�

Johnson�s eyebrows rose.� �Melissa, that may be the best description of a flabby cock I ever heard.� Even as a virgin you knew your meat, didn�t you!� But I�m surprised it didn�t harden at least a little when you stripped for him.� What were your tits like at seventeen?�

�34A.� But the nipples were prominent.�

�Ah.� You were still growing.� So you sucked his cock.�

�Yes.� His was the first in my mouth and my vagina.�

�Did he come in your mouth?�

�No.� I had read and heard how men ejaculate and was expecting it, but he surprised me.� His organ grew until it would no longer fit, then he pushed my head away and said, �Trade places with me.�

�When I did, he made me hold my shins in my hands and administered my first cunnilingus.�

�Your first?� None of your girlfriends had done it for you?�

�No.�� She made a face.� �I�ve never found girls attractive that way.�

�Well, according to the latest statistics, you�re still among the majority, though it�s shrinking fast.� About 45% of women admit they�re bi, mentally at least.�

�Bisexual?�

�Yes.� What did you think of the first tongue on your clit?�

�From the purely sensual perspective, I�ve come to realize how clever I was to choose a man of experience as my first.� He did not lick directly on the clitoris.�

Johnson grinned.� �Your next cunt licker was not so considerate, eh?� How did you like the first one?�

�At first I was embarrassed for him and would have pushed his head away except I was holding my shins.�

�He was clever indeed.� I trust it got better.�

She said solemnly, �I had never in my life felt anything so lovely.�

�Bells and whistles?�

�All of that.� I fainted.� I was dimly aware of him pulling me off the couch on top of him and his big organ slipping into me.� Then I learned what Hemingway�s woman meant when she said, �The earth moved.��

Johnson chuckled.� �Believe me, my dear, that was an extremely rare first fuck.�

�So I have gathered,� she said primly.

�I suspect it was a good while before you found a teenager to fuck you so well.�

�I never did.�

�Oh?� Didn�t it occur to you to teach one?�

�I avoided teenagers.�

�Ah, I see.� You had access to a superior cock.�

�Yes, for a while.�

�How soon did you return to �handsome father?��

�I didn�t want to leave him.� He finally set me back against the couch.� I said, �I love you with all my heart.�

�He said, �Then finish me.�

��What?�� I didn�t understand, although I would now.

��As you began,� he said sternly.

�I was squeamish about tasting my own secretions, but I had not exaggerated my love.� I leaned forward, took the head in my mouth and sucked.�

�What did you get?�

�I�m sure you know.�

�Tell me.�

�The mouthful I had expected before.� Once started, I feared it wouldn�t quit and didn�t want to expel it, so I swallowed.� I would have gagged except for thinking fiercely, �This can�t be pee!� This can�t be pee!�� Of course it wasn�t.�

�You didn�t care for the taste?�

�I was surprised at how bland it was, although I soon came to enjoy it.�� She giggled.

�Share the humor.�

�I always like to think of 10 million half-babies going down my throat.� Although they�re in a woman, how terrible is their fate compared to what they eagerly anticipate!�

�They�re just dumb sperm.�

�But very human.�

�I get it: you enjoy cannibalism.�

She giggled.� �In this one case.�

�Did you continue to pester your initiator?�

�Oh, yes, whenever I could get him alone.� He reduced me to begging, which he loved.� He would wiggle his tongue or waggled his hips at me in public and choke with laughter when I sagged with longing.�

�The bastard!� Not that I wouldn�t do the same.�

�He had a wife and daughter, for whom I retained some regard.�

�How long did he service you?�

�A year and a half, until I had to go to college.�

�And he never came in your pussy?�

�Oh, yes.� Routinely later, but not often before my mother guessed and put me on birth control, else he�d have caught me for sure.�

�You have since proved fertile?� I see a little cellulite but no stretch marks.�

�I�ve been fortunate with my skin.� I�ve born a boy and a girl.�

�Congratulations!� Were you married?�

�I still am.� To the same man.�

�Good for you.� After you went to college did you ever again fuck your devirginizer?�

She laughed scornfully.� �Coining words now, are you?�

�Did you?�

�No.� I met my husband-to-be in college and as you suggested, trained him to love me wonderfully.� And thoroughly.�

�You never saw your first man again?�

�Once more, long enough to thank him for being so kind to a crass young girl.�� She chuckled softly.� �He wanted to take me to a motel.�

�But you, being fucked well and thoroughly, told him no.�

�Exactly, although I was flattered and told him so.�

�That�s a very nice story, Melissa.�

�Worth the second payment?�

�Yes, but I want more.� How many men have you fucked in your life?�

�Precisely two.�

�Is that the truth?�

�I�d take an oath.�

�The teasing father and then your husband � only those?�

�Only those.�

He studied her thoughtfully.� �How often did he fuck you during that year and a half?�

�Often.� Based on later experience, I should say very often, daily, even.�� She smiled.� �He worked out a system for me.� He was a schoolteacher.� I was deficient in algebra.� After a suggestion from me, my mother persuaded him to tutor me in math.� We had a few close calls in his study, so he taped one of our sessions.� Thereafter he locked the door and played the tape while we had sex regardless of who else was in the house.�

�Clever man!� So after all that what did you do for fun in college?�

�As you clearly expect, I was very hungry, which taught me something.� I had thought myself deeply in love with my friend�s father but soon discovered my basic error.� It was lust, not love.�

�I�d say it�s unusual for young girls to make that distinction.� What revealed it?�

�The nearness of male students.�

He chuckled.� �What did you do about it?�

�Bought a dildo that proved inadequate.� So I selected a handsome young fellow in Chemistry 101, made him my lab mate then my bedmate.�

�Lucky fellow!�

�We were both lucky.� We liked many of the same things, especially sexual experimentation.� We got married at the end of my freshman year.�

�And you�ve stuck since!� Considering how you were initiated to the game, that is remarkable.�

�Observation of our friends makes me agree.�

�Lots of divorces?�

�Yes, and mostly I believe because of sexual failure.�

�Failure?�

�Failure to satisfy each other.� They have strange hangups, especially the women.�

�But you have none.� Would you recommend experienced men as devirginizers?�

�If the virgin could find one like my tutor.�

He grinned slightly.� �If you knew of one like your tutor, would you send him your daughter?�

She grinned in response.� �Do you know of one?�

�I might.�

Her chin rose.� �I would not send her to a sex researcher.�

He grinned wryly.� �Is that what you consider me?�

�I�m told Masters and Johnson paid their respondents also.�� She gestured at the cameras.� �Perhaps you plan to produce a movie.�

�Movies.� But they won�t be released.� You�re right: I�m a researcher for a very small community.�

�How small?�

�Basically you�re looking at it.� But I�m curious.� Your body would inspire a lot of hard-ons, Melissa.� How would you react to its general exhibition?�

�In a porn video?� Thank you but no, I would decline that wonderful opportunity.�� Her sarcasm was evident.

�I wouldn�t have guessed you�re shy.�

�I wouldn�t either.� Is it shyness that makes a mother wish to conceal her dally with prostitution?�

�No.� How about the effect on your job?�

She sniffed.� �I�m sure the money would compensate that.�

�At the start of our conversation you admitted to mixed feelings.� Why are you here, Melissa?�

�That�s simple.�� She shrugged.� �My husband�s firm closed its doors at a time when many graduates with his training are flooding the market.� I can�t support a home on a schoolteacher�s salary.�

He thought about that.� �Do you live with your husband?�

She hesitated.� At last she said, �I do.�

�How does he feel about you sucking a strange cock?�

She said dryly, �I�m sure you can imagine.�

�Come on, Melissa: the whole truth.� You need the money.�

�Yes, I do.� And so does he, which is why I�m ignoring his disapproval.�

�Should I expect him to come here with a pistol?�

�He�s not a violent man, Johnson.�� She sniffed.� �I�m sure you�d like to hear what he said as I went out the door.� It was, �Ask him for a copy of his video.��

�So he�s reconciled to it?�

�He has a computer full of such videos.�

�Do you help him watch them?�

�Sometimes.� I don�t think sex between other people is as titillating to women.�

�What kind of scenes titillate you?�

�Really only one kind: where the man takes the woman anally and the camera moves around without a break to linger on the woman�s face.�

�You like to watch her expression while she�s getting it up the ass?�

�Exactly.�

He chuckled.� �Well, actually, so do I.� They leave me wondering whether I�m seeing pain or ecstasy.�

�Or fakery.�

�It�s called acting.� Do you ever take it up the ass?�

She regarded him levelly.� �I cannot tolerate contraceptives of any kind.�

�You married when, at 19 or 20?� Remarkable you only have two kids.�

�I give anal sex the credit.�

�That�s very interesting.� Lean back on the couch, raise your knees and rest your heels on the edge.�

Her eyes flashed.� �You required only oral sex!�

�I�ll touch only your mouth, but I also required to see your entire body.�

With obvious reluctance she obeyed partially.

He directed, �Raise your knees higher and spread them apart.�

�I see,� she said bitterly, now fully complying.� �You wish to inspect my engorged anus.�

He leaned forward.� The watching Clara zoomed the camera that stood behind him.� To her untrained eye the screen displayed a normal anus and slightly gaping vagina.

Johnson said, �That�s a pretty little starry hole, not even a hemorrhoid.� What would it cost me to insert a finger?�

�You have something more appropriate.�

He sighed.� �Very true, and I may use it if you are willing to come back after this rather complete confession.�� He returned to the seat on his own couch.� �Which man was first up your ass?�

�My husband.� In fact I�m surprised my tutor never suggested it and concluded that the idea must have repelled him.�

�Or that he feared it would repel you, a very young woman.�

�That�s true,� she said, marveling.

�How do you like a cock up your ass?�

She bit her lip and blushed slightly before answering, �It�s my favorite way.�

�Really!� I never heard a woman admit it.�

�Well, I guess you�d call it an acquired taste.� It has advantages.�

�Such as?�

�Contraception is the main one, of course.� Another is �� This would probably embarrass my husband.� He straps on a dildo, I assume the Viennese Oyster and he gives me a double penetration.�

�And you like that?�

�Oh, yes!� I have endless orgasms.�

Johnson ducked his head.� �I give him credit.� I wouldn�t last a minute with that combination!�

�Oh, it�s for his second climax.�

�Wonderful!� How does he obtain the first?�

�Orally.�

�Do you swallow?�

�I�m a neat person.�

��Viennese Oyster,� you said.�

�Yes, that�s another advantage.� If I didn�t practice frequently, I doubt I could still do it.�

�Show me.�

�A couch is the perfect place.�� She scooted sideways, lay back with her head on the couch arm and raised her legs while arching her back.� Her knees went back until they were even with her shoulders and her ankles crossed behind her head.� She raised her elbows until the upper arms were resting on her thighs.� Her torso twisted slightly so that her gaping womanhood hung clear of the couch edge as if, he noticed, she would welcome his use of it.

He said in wonder, �Indeed you can do it without hands helping feet.� Remarkable!� Your husband should certainly have no trouble achieving his double penetration.�

�I do this to guide him.�� Her forefingers descended and pried the vaginal lips wide.� The wet interior gleamed redly.� Clara, who had panned the camera to follow the woman, now zoomed again.

Johnson said dryly, �I see that your claim to be an experimenter was sincere.�

She relaxed from her pose and sat up, still at the end of the couch, knees primly together.� �Johnson,� she said with a level eyes, �I�ve told you nothing but the truth and almost the whole truth, which is more than you can say.�

His eyebrows rose.� �What do you mean?�

�Who�s running the cameras?�

�Didn�t I tell you?� They use Doppler effects to follow moving objects.� For close-ups I have this.�� He held up a remote control that, Clara was glad to note, was already in his hand.

�All right, if you say so.�

He stood up.� �Now you may earn your third fee.�

�What about my second?�

His hand came from a pocket and extended a small roll of bills.

She said without inflection, �Would you please put it on the chair beside my purse?�

He did so silently and returned to stand before her, opening his robe and drawing the edges back behind him.� Clara understood that the last was because of his camera awareness and zoomed the side camera closer.

�While you can still talk,� said Johnson, �whose was the first cock to pass those even teeth?�

�I told you: my tutor�s.�� She waited with parted lips, staring at his outthrust erection.

�Did you swallow his jizz too?�

�No.� And Johnson, I don�t want to swallow yours either.�

�Why not?� You can�t object to the flavor.�

�Why can�t I?� But that�s not the reason.� It may be ridiculous but � I�d feel an unfaithful wife.�

�Do you object to me coming in you?�

�I believe it�s a standard part of sex with a man.�

�If you watch porn, you must have noticed that mostly they jack it on the girl�s face.�

�I�m sure that�s for the camera.�

�I�m not.� I suspect most of those guys are so jaded they can�t pop otherwise.� All right.� When I finish, push it out with your tongue and let it drip on your tits.�

�Very well.�� Her eyes twinkled up at his.� �You�re not so jaded?�

�Definitely not.�� He stepped up to the accepting mouth, which closed around him with sunken cheeks.� He pumped slowly, gradually deepening the strokes.� She held herself rigid, letting him proceed until her nose parted his pubic hair.

�Fondle my balls,� he directed.

Her hand rose to comply.� Clara zoomed until Melissa�s face, his plunging hips and the working hand filled the screen.

After less than a minute he announced, �I�m about to come.� Squeeze my balls.�

Her hand closed.� He strained forward, grunting, until her squeezing thumb was touching her chin.� Soon he stepped back, withdrawing a wet cock with one white droplet clinging to the end.� Clara waited for the seminal effluent to appear.

But the woman swallowed repeatedly and said at last, �You, sir, are vicious!�� Clara hurriedly unzoomed.

He was grinning.� �You swallowed?�

�I had no choice!� she declared grimly.� �You expelled your fluid directly into my throat.�

�Yes, I did, and this time I�m sorry.� I and my camera were looking forward to the jizz on your chin.�

�My tongue couldn�t reach it.�� She sounded aggrieved.

�Well, no harm done.� You are an unfaithful wife, but in fact you were when cock first touched tongue.�

She took a deep breath.� �In fact.�

�A moment ago, Melissa, I got the impression you wouldn�t have minded my cock up your ass.�

�Why didn�t you put it there?�

�It wasn�t part of the deal.�

�Frankly, Johnson, all this talk had aroused me a little.� Confession may or may not be good for the soul but apparently it�s good for the libido.�

�You are not the first to notice that.� We all like to brag.� If you come back and renew that offer, I�ll get a strap on.�

�You�d let me come back?�

�Certainly�

Her eyes widened slightly.� �For the same fee?�

He shook his head decisively.� �Not nearly that much.� My objective this time was � the confession, as you put it, which I paid to elicit.� The rest is available on many street corners at competitive prices.�

She got to her feet with a sniff.� �Not from me.�

�We�ll try to negotiate something that pleases you, because I would like you back.�

She said, �May I use your bathroom?�

�Through that door behind you.�

He closed his robe and resumed his seat on the couch.� When he took the remote from his pocket, Clara released her controls.� Shortly he had reversed the side camera file. �He was reviewing Melissa�s cock-sucking skills for the second time on the big screen when she emerged from the bathroom, went to her clothing and dressed while also watching her exploits.� When his cock withdrew from her on the screen, he turned off the display.

Melissa asked, �Were you satisfied with that performance?�

Clara quickly regained the controls and panned to include the woman.

�Very much,� said Johnson.� �You were very dedicated.� You didn�t pause once to jack it, as most porn stars do.�

�Perhaps, as you say, their men are too jaded for just the mouth.�

�A good point.� I trust I proved my claim.�

�Of freshness?� Yes, I believe you did.�

�If you were so opposed to swallowing it, why did you deep throat me?�

She sighed.� �Habit.� That is exactly the way my husband loves it.�

�Lucky guy!� Melissa, you have earned a bonus.�

She had finished dressing.� She closed the distance and said expectantly, �Have I?�

�You have indeed.�� He took money from one of his pockets, riffled through it, added to it and handed her the roll.

�Thank you,� she said pertly and pushed it into her purse.� �May I call you tomorrow?�

�Anytime.� Now I�ll call a taxi for you.� And Melissa, it will be prepaid.�

When the woman had gone, Johnson came immediately into the office.� Taking Clara�s hand, he pulled her to her feet and on down the hall to her bedroom, making her step lively.� She avoided being pushed directly onto the bed and detoured by her dresser to retrieve the K-Y tube.� Throwing off her robe, she sagged into the bed, extending the jelly to him.

He huffed, but not from displeasure.� �How do you know I�ll need this?�

�I saw how you liked her asshole.�

�Can you make a Viennese Oyster?�

�Probably not.� I tried it once for my professor and couldn�t get my ankles crossed.�

�If you can get your elbows out atop your thighs, that will suit me.�

�I�ll try.�� She swung her knees up and back but evidently could not depress them as far as her shoulder.� Reaching between them, she nevertheless produced elbows atop thighs.

He breathed deeply, staring down at her exhibition.� �God, Helen, that�s ��� After a moment he chuckled.

She snapped, �Do I compare so poorly?�

�Compare?� If anything, your womanly parts are smoother and better proportion than hers.�

�I�m younger.�

�That�s not it.� What amuses me is the succession of exposures.� Melissa, a well-dressed � almost formally dressed � woman strips off every stitch, exposing big tits and a plump, productive ass.� Then she and now you expose all your most delectable parts, merely by elevating your hips.� I�m overwhelmed!�

�What�s overwhelmed is peeking out of your robe.�

�Pull your cheeks apart.�� He slathered jelly on his cock and leaned toward her where she lay on the edge of the bed.� Pushed out in anticipation, her anus admitted him easily.� He sank to the hilt and she gasped slightly.� He pumped slowly.

After a while she said, �This is hurting my hamstrings.�

�Relax your legs.� Hang your heels over my shoulders.�

Having complied, she sighed.� �That�s much better.� I wish you had a strap on.�

�So do I.� This afternoon I�ll send you out to get one.�

�Me?�

He laughed.� �Sure.� Tell your taxi driver to take you to the closest adult bookstore and to wait for you.� Then march in and buy one.� Try not to get one too much bigger than my cock, please.�

�What is it about men and the size of their dicks?�

�What is it indeed!� You women are the reason men are sensitive about it.� When word got out in high school that some boy had a big one, the girls flocked to him like bees to honey.� Why do girls love the big ones?�

�They stretch more.� For girls that notice.�

�I�ve heard girls complain about them hurting the cervix.� Is that a fake?�

�I don�t think so.� The cervix on some girls is close to the front where even� a short one might hurt.� Some girls claim thumping the cervix hurts, others that it drives them wild.�

�How about you?�

�We can�t find out this way, can we?�

�In a standard fuck.�

�Sometimes it helps me along.�

�The longer ones, eh?�

She sniffed.� �Is that a pun?� All right, the longer ones.�

�Thank you for your honesty.� Did you ever tell me how you like one up the ass?�

�Melissa was right.� It�d be great with a strap on too.�

�As soon as you get back.� Now I�ll once again verify your professor�s idea of the asshole advantage.� Huh!� I should�ve told it to Melissa: a fourth one for her list.�

�Fucking after you come?�

�Right.� Unh!� Unh!�� He strained to his deepest.

Clara braced herself but was still following the conversational thread.� She said dryly, �How could Melissa even guess it?�

Eventually he relaxed and resumed pumping.� �I don�t suppose you felt that?�

�Your jizz?� I never have felt it there.� How do you feel now?�

�Your theorizing professor was right.�