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I walked into the house, down a hallway and into the living room.
I grabbed the remote control and clicked on the television and looked
at the news. It wasn’t good. It never is.

I was at “my” end of the couch, to the right, still wearing faded jeans
and a blue dress shirt. I’d already kicked off my loafers so I was also
in sock feet. Cathie tumbled onto “her” end of the couch. This night
she was wearing black slacks and a silky red blouse with ruffles over
her large breasts. I’m not a fanatic about breasts but the red and the
ruffles accentuated Cathie’s tits and I watched them bobbing out of the
corner of my eye.

“I have to tell you this fantasy,” she said. I looked over at her.
Cathie has a perfect, smooth, white complexion, and a valentine-shaped
face highlighted by large, dark brown eyes and thick, sensual lips.
At this time, her pitch black hair was cut in a straight pageboy cut
that framed her face, kind of like representations of Cleopatra.

Before I met her, I’d always been attracted to short, thin women.
Cathie was nearly as tall as I am, five foot eight or so, and voluptuous.
She had large breasts and wide, wide hips. Just goes to show, I guess,
we fuck with our minds, not our bodies. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have given
Cathie a second glance.

“Sometimes when you’re away on a trip,” she said, “I get horny, laying in
bed at night. Now and then I wonder what it would be like if you didn’t
come back, if you dumped me for someone else.”

Dutifully, I said, “That’ll never happen, Cath.”

“I know,” she answered. “Still, I fantasize about having this party.
I’m single again and I invite everyone, all my friends and even people I
meet in the bar. I’m not with anyone, I’m just the hostess. I wear that
short, black cocktail dress you bought for me, with the hem way up above
my knees and the low cut top, bare feet and no bra or pantyhose. All I
have on is the cocktail dress and my white, silk panties underneath.”

“Very sexy, the black and the white together,” I commented.

“Well, I need new man in my life, don’t I?” she asked. “You’ve left me
all alone.”

“Right,” I said.

“We have the stereo blasting away and we’re dancing and drinking, telling
jokes, having a great time. Probably because you’re not there,” she said.

“Uh huh,” I grunted.

“During the party, I notice a guy named Mack who got invited at the bar.
I don’t know him but he asks me to dance a lot and I can tell he likes me.
He has two friends with him, Tony and Steve. They ask me to dance too and
I have a great time, probably because I’m too drunk to think about you.”

“Could we cut the disparaging, editorial comments about me?” I asked.
“After all, I haven’t left you and I have no intention of leaving you.”

“OK,” she agreed. “I was just trying to tell you what I feel in my
fantasy, to make it complete. Mack is good looking. He’s wearing
jeans and a jean jacket, he’s about medium build and he has straight,
brown hair down to his shoulders, with bangs. He’s a very intense guy.
Tony is Italian or Greek or something. He’s not very tall and he’s
thick through the body. Not fat, just heavy. Steve is the Nordic type,
with short blonde hair and blue eyes. He’s kind of tall and thin.”

Cathie said, “All of them are perfect gentleman during the party, even
though I’m teasing them, playing one off against the other. Anyway,
about two in the morning, most of the guests have gone. The last ones,
except Mack and his friends, leave about two thirty.”

I moved over to Cathie’s side of the couch, ignoring the television in
…End of the part1. To be continued..

“I’m wearing a white, see-through apron that covers my tits and my
thighs but there’s nothing at the back but the bow where it’s tied,”
Cathie continued breathlessly. “While I’m serving them supper on the
coffee table, all of them feel my bare bum. I can see you’re watching
but you don’t say anything about them feeling me up.”

“Yes, go on,” I said, allowing my cock to slide up her ass to the root.
I began tickling the underside of her clitoris, which she seems to like.

“You tell me the supper isn’t any good,” said Cathie. “You tell me I
have to have a spanking. You pull me over your lap so everyone can see
my bare bum up in the air and you spank me…hard…for a long time.
You spank me and spank me.”

Cathie’s last sentence coincided with two deep thrusts of my cock,
in and out of her asshole. The month was July and I could feel that I
was soaked in sweat. Looking at Cathie’s back, I could see perspiration
droplets blossoming through her white T-shirt.

“Does it hurt?” I asked softly, continuing to fuck her ass.

“Yesss,” she answered. “It hurts and it burns and my bum is all red
and stinging. You just keep spanking me harder and harder until my whole
rear feels like it’s on fire.”

“Then what happens?” I asked.

“You push me down onto the carpet on my stomach and all three of them
stand over me and masturbate until they all come all over my ass and
back.”

At this point I had Cathie almost onto her stomach on the couch and I
was stroking in and out of her bottom with short, hard, angry strokes.

“Did you like that?” I asked “Did you like them coming all over you?”

“Yes, yes,” she gasped.

“Then what happens?” I wanted to know.

“Then one of them decides he wants to fuck my bum,” she said clearly.
“They all push me head first over the coffee table and the one who wants
to fuck my bum gets behind me. He pushes his cock all the way up my ass
the first time and he starts fucking me. And it hurts.”

“Do you like it?” I gasped, slightly out of breath.

“Yes. YES!” she said, fucking her ass onto my cock.

“Then what?” I whispered in her ear, my cock pistoning in her asshole.
I was very near to coming and I could feel Cathie was about to explode
too.

“He fucks me and he fucks me and he fucks me,” she breathed in rhythm
with our own fucking. “He fucks my bum and he fucks my bum and he fucks
my bum.”

I’m sure my voice cracked when I said, “Yes???”

“After the first one comes in me, another one takes his place and he
decides to fuck my ass again.”

“Mmmmppphhh,” I said.

“Then the second one comes in me and the third one fucks me up the bum.”

“And you like it,” I prompted, about to come myself.

“Yes!” Cathie cried out.

“You like it,” I said again.

“Yes, I like it, I like it!” Cathie cried out. “All of them fucking me
in my ass. I like it, I like it!”

I think I let go first, but it was close. As my cock was gushing come
up her ass, suddenly her asshole clamped down hard on my cock, squeezing
it tighter and tighter. I experienced spasm after spasm during the time
her anal canal had an intense grip on my cock. Eventually Cathie relaxed
and my cock lay, erect, like a wooden pole buried deep in her bottom.

When I returned to my senses, after minutes that seemed like eons,
I heard Cathie say, “Leave it up there, Goss. We’ll watch Jay Leno,
then I’ll tell you another fantasy, a better one.”

“Tell me a fantasy,” I said.

“Like what?” she asked.

“Something sexy,” I said. “What’s your favorite fantasy when you’re
alone in bed at night, masturbating?”

Cathie shook her head, causing her black, straight, shoulder length
pageboy hair to swing from side to side. I couldn’t see her large,
deep brown eyes but I knew they showed alarm.

“Goss, I can’t,” she whispered.

I looked down at the bulge of my cock showing through my jeans, half
hidden in the crack separating her round, fleshy buttocks. It twitched.
I moved my hips a bit, causing my cock to slide up and down her crack.
At the same time I allowed the fingers of my right hand to brush up
and down between Cathie’s thighs, the left edge of my forefinger barely
grazing the lips of her cunt. She whimpered.

“Yes you can,” I said into her right ear, feeling her whole body vibrate,
her naked bottom pushing back into my lap, her ass cheeks grasping at
my cock.

Past the coffee table in the immediate foreground, the television
muttered and flickered in the gloom of the living room. To the right,
an easy chair fronted by a footrest loomed.

“What’s your absolute best fantasy?” I insisted. “The one that always
makes you come? Maybe I can make it come true.”

“I don’t think so,” she said, continuing to rub the skin of her ass
against the denim covering my slowly leaking cock. “You’d be jealous.”

“Really?” I asked, perking up. “A fantasy is just a fantasy, we don’t have
to make it come true. Tell me about it and I promise I won’t be jealous.
Cross my heart.”

While Cathie ruminated on this I put my forefinger on her clitoris and
began a gentle circling motion. After awhile, I could feel body heat
rising up into the palm of my hand and a sweet, viscous lubrication
building up in her cunt. I darted my finger inside her cunt for a moment,
then resumed a wetter, smoother stroking of her clit. A sensual muskiness
filled the air and I could hear Cathie breathing more heavily.

Into her right ear I whispered, “I’m going to stick my cock up your ass.”

In response, Cathie moaned softly and pushed her bare bottom tightly
onto my cock. She was a sucker for dirty talk. I unzipped my jeans and
painfully extricated my raging erection. With some shifting of her hips
and legs, I managed to dip my cock into her amazingly hot, wet cunt and
pumped it in and out a few times.

“Oh, Goss, fuck me,” she said into a pillow.

Pulling my hips back, I managed to free myself from her cunt. Using my
right hand to guide it, I placed the tip of my circumcised cock at the
spongy opening of her anus and pushed forward slowly until her ass was
squeezing the head tightly.

“Tell me your fantasy,” I whispered. My right forefinger was still
massaging her clitoris. She was pushing her ass back at my cock, trying
to get it inside her rectum while I was pulling back, allowing only the
head to penetrate.

“It happens right here in the living room,” she said. “You bring three
of your friends… three guys… home for supper and they sit here on
the couch and you sit over on the chair.”
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Well, babe, you said to write back quickly, so here it is.
Wow, you don’t mess around, do you? 16 pictures! (Actually, I
hope you DO mess around. And I want to do it with you!) We could
argue over who has the better body, but why waste the time? Lori,
I’m going crazy over yours. Your tits are just the right size for
me, and your nipples look delicious. Now I’m looking at your ass
and wishing my lips were planting soft kisses all over your
cheeks. Do you like to have your ass kissed? Your first photo
hinted at the cuteness of your face, but it certainly didn’t do
you any justice. And I REALLY like the photos of you oiled up,
too. You look so sexy that way. Wouldn’t it be fun to get oiled
up together and make beautiful love? Oh what I’d give to rub my
body against yours!
I know what you mean about typing with one finger. That’s how
I typed the first letter I sent you. I think I write sexier that
way. Luckily, I have a computer, so I can go back and correct the
mistakes. But don’t worry about yours. The mistakes show me how
excited you are. And I want you to be excited. Today I’m wearing
my Joni’s Butterfly, so I can use both hands. But I can tell
already that I won’t be able to make it through all of this
without an orgasm break.

Yesterday was such a bummer for me. I found your anxiously-
awaited letter in my mailbox, but my husband and kids were around
all day. I wanted so much to spend time poring over your letters
and photos. And I had such a need to write to you. I was
constantly aware of the wetness between my legs. Finally, when
the kids were down for their nap, I told my husband I was going
to take one, too. He winked and offered to help, but I begged off
with fatigue. Then I locked myself in the bedroom and spent an
hour and a half masturbating over you. Lori, you’ve really
excited me! And don’t worry about my husband. You primed me
pretty well for some rousing fun with him last night.

I wish I could have been a fly on the wall to watch you bring
yourself to orgasm. It’s nice to know someone else who admits she
appreciates masturbation as much as I do. You know how secretive
girls are about that. Even some of the bi girls I’ve known
wouldn’t admit they masturbated. I’ll never figure that one out.
You’d think that would be an easier taboo to overcome than
bisexuality. My college roommate and I use to sit in chairs
facing each other while we masturbated and talked dirty to each
other. That was always exciting to me. I like to watch my lovers
masturbate, and I was even fortunate enough to see a couple of
girls do it when they didn’t know I was watching. Anyway, we’ll
have to compare notes.
I loved the story about you and Karen. It’s fun to imagine it
happening. And it’s fun to picture what you must have looked like
at 15. Probably because of my background, teenaged girls will
always turn me on. But enough of that. You were curious about my
first time.

My first experience with sex of ANY kind was at fourteen. My
sister was sixteen, and she’d just returned from her first date.
(I think we started dating a lot later than you, Lori.) I’d been
curious about cocks for a couple of years, and I’d certainly felt
the empty, tingling feeling between my legs. But other than
squeezing my thighs together, I did nothing and knew nothing. And
I’d been envious of Kathy’s big breasts for quite awhile, too.
(Mine were just little buds.) But I can’t say I had any sexual
feelings for her or her breasts.
At any rate, I’d lain awake waiting for her return because her
first date was exciting for both of us. Under the covers and in
the dark, she whispered all the little details. Unbeknownst to
me, however, she was playing with her pussy while telling me her
exciting story. All of a sudden, in the midst of the petting
“struggle” at the park, she stopped and was lost in her first
orgasm. I had no idea what was going on and was afraid that
something terrible was happening to her. She kept me from getting
Mom for help (Wouldn’t that have been something!?), then told me
all about what had happened, how good it felt and what caused it.
I tried. It felt nice enough, but it certainly wasn’t a big
thing for me.
Kathy came over to my bed to show me how. I still remember
every single second of that night, Lori, and the emotions each
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Finally, I get into her cunt and wow! it’s everything I hoped for– all
juicy and slippery. I spread her legs as far apart as they’ll go and just look
at that beautiful pink pussy before I come down onto it with my mouth. I reach
out my tongue to lick around the soft lips and slide it in and out of her
private opening. I kiss her little clit and nip at it while she squirms and
wiggles her ass around under me. Then I really suck at her and I feel all Hell
break loose when my load comes off in her mouth and she heaves her ass up off
the ground and practically drowns me with her sweet juice.

Finally, after sucking and licking her up, I turn back and cuddle her in my
arms and we go to sleep with the sun drying the sweat on our bodies.

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On the way to the examination room, he gave me some forms to fill out and told me to remove all my cloths and put on a gown, he would be back in 10 minuets. This was the first time I had been to a gynecologist for an examination. The examination room was huge. In the center of the room was a large examination table. There where large cabinets along the walls with big locks on them and other strange equipment around the room.

I started to fill out the medical forms; the first was my medical history. The history form asked me a lot of sexual questions. Most of the things I had not even heard of. The second form was consent form to perform an examination it was very long and written in medical terms I did not read it. I completed the history form and signed the consent form. I removed my shirt and pants, put on the gown, and waited for the doctor.

The doctor came in and read the forms. He asks me my age I told him I was thirteen. He asks me to step on a scale. I weighed 80 pounds and was 4Т6ТТ tall. He then noticed that I still had on my bra and panties and asks me to remove them and get up on the examination table. I had never been naked in front of a man before. I removed my bra and panties and set on the table.

Once I got on the table he helped me lie down on my back and he put my feet in the stirrups. Then he told me that he was going to put on a few straps so I would not move during the examination. He put a big belt around my waist and pulled it down tight. The stirrups where very big and he put straps around my thighs and down at the ankles. I was starting to get very nervous being all strapped in not knowing what he was going to do. The Doctor then pulled out a controller for the table and told me the table could move in all kinds of positions. He pushed some buttons and wings came up on each side of me for my arms to rest on. The doctor proceeded to fasten my hands to the table wings.

The doctor went over to a cabinet, pulled out a lot of equipment, and put it on a cart by my feet. The doctor then removed my gown. I was a little ashamed, I have very small breast and very little hair around my pussy. He then told me he was going to examine my breast. He slowly started to press down with his fingers on my left breast and massaged it. Next he squeezed my breast very hard. All most immediately my nipples became erect. The Doctor squeeze on my nipple and pulled on it. He did it just hard enough it was starting to hurt. This was exciting me and had my pussy getting wet. He did the same to my other breast and asks me if I ever played with my breast. I was starting to get very nervous about what kind of examination this was. I told him I had never played with my breast.

The doctor then proceeded to moved the examination table so my legs where spread very wide, with my feet high in the air. He then made the table slant so I was at about a 30 deg angle with my head down. The blood was going to my head and making me feel a little funny. He then proceeded to stand between my legs and looked at my pussy. He told me I have a very pretty pussy. At this point I wanted to leave and find another doctor. I told him to let me up and untie me. The doctor just laughed. You signed the release form for me to perform an examination on you. The examination allows me to do what I feel is necessary, we can do this the hard way or we can both have some fun said the doctor. I was in shock now. What had I gotten my self into? The doctor then turned on a monitor so I could see what he was doing.

The doctor then told me he was going to examine my labia major and minor, he then started to pull on the lips of my pussy one at time and touched them all over. He measured them and wrote this down on my chart. This was the first time I had seen my vagina opened up. The doctor then stared to explore my clitoris, it was partially covered by its hood. He rubbed my clitoris very softly, I was getting excited. My clit started to peak out of the hood and I could see it on the monitor. The doctor then picked up a glass tube about 2 inchТs long and about ╜ inch in diameter that had a long hose attached to some equipment. He slid it over my clitoris and then turned on a switch. The machine was a vacuum pump. My clit was sucked into the tube. I started to scream, it was really hurting. The doctor said he was measuring the capacity of my clit to expand and to relax, it would feel good in a minute. He left the vacuum on for 5 or 10 minutes and it did quit hurting. The doctor turned off the vacuum machine and pulled off the glass tube. He measured my clit at 1 inch long. He bent down and sucked it in his mouth and started to lick it with his tongue. I was almost knocked out by my orgasm. This was the first time I ever had an orgasm.

After I recovered the Doctor attached some bands around my thighs. The bands had elastic cords on them with a clip at the end. These clips where attached to my pussy lips. The doctor tightened up the bands to stretch my pussy lips open. I could see that my pussy was open for his inspection. There was a sharp pain when he put the clips on my pussy lips. I am going to examine your hymen next said the doctor. He started to feel it and measure it. He described it as covering 90 % of my opening and being very thick and he could not see past it. The doctor said you are lucky you did not try and have sex before it would have been very painful. The doctor then took some pictures of my hymen.

You will have to have your hymen removed before you can have sex and I should trim back your hood over you clitoris to help you have orgasms said the doctor. He did not even give me a chance to say any thing. I tried to tell him I wanted to see another doctor but he said I had signed the authorization and he was going to do it. The doctor reached down and picked up a scalpel and a big tongue depressor. He worked the tongue depressor in to my vagina then turned it so the flat side was against the back side of my hymen. He said this will hurt a little bit when I remove you hymen. Then he proceeded to cut out my hymen. It was a very sharp pain, I screamed and cried. It took a long time for him to cut it out he said he wanted to extract the whole hymen in one piece. There was a lot of blood. The doctor removed the tongue depressor with my hymen on it. I am going to preserve your hymen for my collection. He went over to a table and carefully placed my hymen on a 2 inch square piece of glass, smoothed it out and coated it with a preservative. In about 2 hours I will have to put another glass slide on top of it said the doctor.

Now I am going to trim the hood from your clitoris said the doctor. He picked up the scalpel and a clamp from the table. He attached the clamp on the hood above my clitoris and squeezed it very hard. This was starting to really hurt again. I ask the Doctor to stop. He told me he was almost done. The doctor then cut away the hood to expose my clitoris. There was more blood running down my vagina and I was in a lot of pain. I could see my clitoris for the first time. I was excited about being able to touch it.

The doctor came back over to me and wiped the blood from my pussy. The pain had changed into a dull ache. Now I am going to examine your vagina and uterus next said the doctor. He picked up a round rod about the size of a pencil. He then inserted that into my vagina until he hit the back wall of my vagina. Your vagina is 3 inchТs long you have a very small vagina. He then withdrew the instrument and went over to a cabinet. I am going to use my smallest speculum on you he said. He opened a cabinet with over 50 speculums in it. I could see the smallest was about 2 inches long and maybe as big around as my finger. They went up to a size that was 2 feet long and looked like I my head would fit through it. I was glad he got the smallest one. He then came back over and started to push the speculum into my pussy. It hurt as he pushed the speculum into my vagina. I said it was too big. The doctor said he had it in all they way and now he would open it up. He opened it slowly it sure did hurt. The doctor moved a light to shine inside my vagina.

The doctor inserted his finger inside my vagina and felt my cervix. The next part of your examination is a pap spear said the doctor. He reached for a tool that looked like a bottle brush about ╝ inch in diameter. I am going to get a sample of the inside of your uterus he said. He then inserted the tool inside the speculum and pushed it part way inside my uterus. That is when it really started to hurt. He slowly turned the tool a couple of revolutions and withdrew it. It was covered with blood. The doctor asks if I had ever had a period before, I said I had not had one yet. He wiped the sample on a slide. I will send this to a lab for some test said the doctor. He then withdrew the speculum.

I thought he was done with me, I was wrong. Now it is time for the vagina stretching so you can have sex said the doctor. I have my own tool for that he said. The doctor then removed his pants and underpants. I had read a penis was about 5-6 inches long. This was the first erect penis I had seen. The doctorТs penis was about 12 inches long and bigger around than my wrist. I was in shock and started to tell the doctor I did not want to have sex with him. He then started to laugh. He said that I had signed the release form and it said that you would have sex with me as payment for my services. He then lubricated his penis with some KY jelly. He said it was important that I relax or he would have to suture me back up when he was done and I would be very sore after that.

The doctor got between my legs and rubbed his penis on the outside of my pussy until he found the hole. He started to push his big penis into my pussy. It hurt so bad I was sure I had torn, I begged him to stop. You are still stretching said the Doctor. He had gotten the head of his penis inside me finally. Slowly he started to pull back a little then he shoved forward again. It did not hurt so bad this time. Finally he was touching the back wall of my vagina with penis. I thought he would stop there. He pulled back until must of his penis was pulled out. Then he rammed it back in as hard as he could. I started to scream it felt like he had ripped out my vagina. The doctor said he was in a little over 6 inchТs and now its time for the fun part. The doctor just pulled out all the way then he would ram it back in as hard as he could. I was in so much pain I was about to black out. I am getting a little deeper each stroke said the doctor. It took him a very long time to finally get his whole penis inside me. I thought he was going to kill me. The pain was starting to go away. I was starting to get excited as he stroked his penis in and out.

The doctor started to rub my clit as he stroked me with his penis. I was going to have the biggest orgasm of my life. I could fell his penis swelling inside of me. Then we came together. I almost passed out it was so intense. His penis filled my vagina with his sperm. He pulled out of me, after about five minutes.

I was bleeding a lot from my vagina. The doctor went and got a normal size spectrum and inserted it to my vagina. My vagina was burning at this point. Having sex with the doctor had stretched me out so I could take the speculum with out any additional pain. He looked inside and said I had a couple of small tears that he would have to suture shut. The doctor picked up a suture and a long pair of pliers. He then reached inside my vagina with the pliers and started to put in a stitch. It felt like a bee sting. After about 4 stitches and 4 screams it was over. The doctor removed the speculum.

The doctor came back with a rubber tube about the size of a garden hose with a big stainless steel nozzle on the end. I am going to wash out your vagina now. This should take away most of the pain. Then he tilted my body so I was upside down with my vagina pointing up. The Doctor inserted a nozzle into my vagina and turned on the water. It was very cold, my vagina shrank back down on that nozzle and tried to keep the water inside. I was in horrible pain as more and more water was flowed into my vagina. I was so tight that it was not letting much of the water out and more came in all the time. Finally the water started to squirt out. I looked like geyser. The doctor warmed the water up until it was just right. The warm water did take most of the pain away. After about five minutes of this the doctor shut off the water and removed the nozzle from my vagina.

The doctor told me he was finished. He turned the table so it was flat again and took off my restraints. The doctor gave me a monthТs supply of birth control pills. You will have to come back in 1 week for me to take out the sutures he said. The doctor also told me, if I told any one about this he would sell the video tape to someone in the porn industry and he would doctor my records so it looked like someone else raped me.
I was looking forward to coming back in a week for another treatment from the doctor.

There were two of them, in deck chairs sunbathing in tiny bikinis, both
were stunning…

I Introduced myself, awareness of their semi-nakedness, breasts pushing
the thin fabric of their swimsuits, made it hard for me to concentrate
on the business.

“I’m Julie.” said the dark one, with a sexy pout and slight lisp in her voice.
“And I’m Vivian..” This was the blonde one, the one with the loose
bikini panties, there was a wisp of blonde bush showing.
I couldn’t help myself and cracked a solid hard-on, their eyes travelled
down to my crotch, they smiled seductively.
“Why don’t we get you a cool drink, and get you out of that silly suit?”
said Vivian. “Come on inside and we’ll fit you out with a swim suit.”
said Julie. All I could do was nod and try tohide the bulge in my
trousers. They walked in front of me and wiggled their asses…
This was going to be a great afternoon…..

….They led me into a large bedroom, the main feature of which
was a huge circular bed covered in black satin and there were
mirrors in the ceiling. By this time my cock was rock hard, the
sight of those two shapely asses gyrating in front of me as they
walked was almost too much.
“Here we are then, if you’d like to get changed there’s a
swimsuit in that drawer..” Said Vivian, but her eyes said
something else.
“We’ll see you on the patio in a couple of minutes then?” Julie
had that look too. They left, still wiggling. I found the
swimsuit in the drawer, and I found a collection of vibrators in
there too, there must have been ten – all different shapes and
sizes. In a couple of minutes I had stripped to my underpants,
and was in the act of pulling them down, when I sensed that I was
being watched. I called out : “Ok, where are you?” I got a giggle
for a reply, then I spotted the video camera, the lens was set
in the eye of a portrait hanging on the wall. I held the
underpants in front of my now semi hard cock. They came into the
room laughing. Vivian gently took the underpants away from me and
without a word knelt in front of me and took my cock into her
mouth, it jumped into full hardness like a spring being released.
Julie began kissing me all the way down my back. I nearly came
there and then, but they both knew exactly what they were doing.
Vivian suddenly swallowed my throbbing joint right down her
throat, if was hot and smooth and rough at the same time, I began
to thrust. Julie had by now reached the cheeks of my ass she
licked me all around my anus. It was heaven, but I knew if they
didn’t stop soon it would be all over, I could feel the hot wet
sensation deep inside my crotch, the come welling up and feeling
as though my balls would burst. Right at that moment they seemed
to know what I was feeling and they stopped, gently pushing me
towards that huge black bed. I laid down.
“Oh no pretty one, it’s your turn to suck and kiss..” Vivian lay
with her legs apart, one hand tickling her extended clit, her
nipples were rock hard. Julie laid on the other side, rubbing her
clit too, her tits were firm and full,almost seeming to defy
gravity, her nipples were bright pink and smaller than Vivian’s.
I had to get my hands and mouth on all four at once. I reched
over and cupped one full tit of vivian’s and at the same time I
clamped my mouth over Julie’s right tit, she moaned as I ran my
tongue around the rigid nipple.
“Here!” said Vivian, spreading her legs wide, I could see the
juice glistening on her wet lips. I kissed her stomach, and
worked my way down to that juicy mound. I reached it and flicked
my tongue all over her clit,it tasted salty and sweet, the sweet
tasted of musk. It was beautiful!
I was on my knees, suddenly I felt Julie’s head slide between my
legs, then her mouth closed over my balls, tongue flicking all
over, along the twitching shaft of my cock and finally closing
over the end…

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She was a Dutch girl from Utrecht, and she took her job pretty seriously. But every now and then she clicked over to a Dutch women’s forum to read up on other women and their bumps. Most of the topics were standard – about hormones and the nesting instinct – but one caught her eye.

‘Does your pregnancy make you insatiable?’it read in Dutch. She went on to explore the list and read the testimonies of many different Dutch women who found themselves not only with morning sickness in the first trimester, but craving physical attention from their husbands.

Though she would blush to admit it to anyone in the office, these women were right. She had never felt (or it seemed looked) as sexy as she did when she was pregnant.

Her ash brown hair looked alive. The early wrinkles under her eyes seemed to heal up.

It must be a girl she thought – for all of these female hormones to be exploding all over her body.

‘Oh my God – it’s so sexy’ she thought. She thought of her husband Max fucking her the way he did. He was a really good lay – and he had a nice sized dick. Just the thoughts of sizing up her husbands elephant trunk exciting her and she thought she really just had to go pee to cool herself off, and let some of that hot piss satisfy her for now.

She got up from the desk and started to walk towards the door when Robert came in.

Robert was about 7 years younger than she was, she reckoned, and he was the cutest boy at work – the one that was a little shy, but with a sweet side. The one, who if stuck on a desert island with, she would have no problem using to continue the human species.

‘Good morning, Robert,’she said in her soft Germanic accent. ‘Good morning, Greta’he replied. There was something so comforting in his body – she thought. Whenever she had to get close to him in the office it was as if every muscle relaxed. Sex signals, she thought. Radar. She was no twit. Buts she had a date to go the restroom and to ease her itch.

In the restroom she guided herself towards the last stall and sat down. There was a newspaper on the floor and she began to read on about those funny Americans Jessica Simpson and Angelina Jolie – as her naked finger snaked its way up and down her ravine.

She looked down and she liked what she saw. She loved her vagina – and she loved it more now that she was pregnant. She loved tracing a signature over her pink lips and relished pushing her clit ever so slightly. She began to work her slender fingers and developed a sort of groove or rhythm as she read on about the news. She knew she really shouldn’t get off in the ladies toilet, but her finger kept its rhythm and so she began to squeeze her leg muscles and rub her flesh.

She began to think about Max and his big muscle and how it filled her box up. She really enjoyed the late night fuckings they had had. But she knew that not just Max could get her off in a quick way so she would have to go a little dirty. As she toyed with her wet flesh she began to envision another man – a bit silent, a bit dark, but handsome and warm – with a long body, and a long penis.

As he guided her to the bed in her fantasy she opened herself to him and let him have his way with her. She enthusiastically sucked him and let him have her ass and her face and finally her pussy – yes her pussy, where he would shoot his thick hot load. Mmm. The pleasure.

She continued to itch at herself – building a rhythm and embracing the strong man of her fantasy who took her ass, who took her everything, who used her like a rubber and threw her away.

Christ he was big. He stretched her with that big cock… GASP. When you withhold a loud orgasm the one that comes is a bit different and Greta essentially felt her body implode. It was like that idea of seeing stars. She felt a bit delirious and her body began to chill and convulse. Cold sweat built up on the back of her neck. She was light headed but then reclaimed her sense of place

‘Ah,’ She thought. ‘Now that is what English-speakers call ‘the big O.”

After she had calmed her pink pussy lips in the ladies, Greta returned to clarity. She remembered that Max was having a show that Thursday night in a comedy production in North Beach.

She had promised him to get as many of her coworkers to come, and so she dutifully announced to her coworkers when she got back from the ladies that they should all come and spend $5 to see Max and his colleagues perform at the church.

‘I’m going, Robert’ said matter of factly. ‘My girlfriend’s sister is in that show.’

Robert looked cute, Greta thought in a relaxed way. Maybe he was her mystery date in the ladies. ‘Oh,’ Greta smiled from behind her work station. ‘See you there.’

BARE AS A BODKIN

City Thursdays in Spring sometimes were wet and moist, sometimes were cold and windy, but on special occasions were humid and warm a prelude to summer.

Bars filled up after work, and all the good looking city people got together to drink beer, shoot pool, and engage in ancient courting rituals.

While Katrina and Robert needed neither spirits nor atmosphere to get their grooves on, they decided to have a few beers before catching her sister Lila in the show at St. Agnes.

The performance was called “Bare as a Bodkin” and it was some sort of raunchy take on Shakespeare. As they walked to the theater the two began to hold hands.

‘You know some people from work might be here tonight,’ Robert said trying to make small talk.

‘Oh yeah, who?’ asked Katrina. ‘Well, I know that Greta’s husband Max is performing, so I guess we’ll see Greta.’

‘Oh’ said Katrina. ‘That’s cool.’

Robert could tell that Katrina was a bit jealous. The truth was she knew that he probably liked her – she knew her boyfriend’s postures, his language, the way he said a woman’s name. Sensing his girlfriend’s apprehension he decided to proclaim her lack of accessibility to him.

‘Yeah, she’s expecting,’ he said.

‘Oh yeah?’ Katrina said, returning from her analytical detachment. ‘How far a long is she?’

‘Three months, ‘Robert answered.

When they got to St. Agnes they saw that it was going to be a big show. The line was out the church’s basement door and all sorts of hipster kids were outside smoking and joking.

Katrina and Robert waited in line, and slowly worked their way to the table where two young women, dressed as nymphs out of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, took their $10 and stamped their hands. They then proceeded into the main chamber, which was entirely black and surrounded by bleachers. Katrina and Robert worked their way up to the top of one side and got a good seat.

Robert strained to recognize any of the guys from work, but couldn’t see anybody. Then out of the corner of his eye he spied her shape across the stage and at the front row. She was dressed in a dark velvety dress and had on black heels. She looked SEXY.

The bleachers began to fill up until the whole room was heavy with breathing and anticipation – when one of the nymphs came on stage and launched into a very risque sonnet. The audience laughed, but Robert was preoccupied with the mass across from him. He thought about her bump and he felt a noticeable twang in his penis.

There were several men on stage, but Robert couldn’t tell which one was Max. He assumed he was the bigger guy – but who knew. All he knew is that he just wanted to keep sneaking glances at his coworker Greta, and he did until she got up about half an hour into the show – just about the same time he felt a pressure on his bladder from the beer he had had earlier.

He asked one of the non-acting nymphs to point him towards the restrooms and she instructed him to go through a series of doors towards the back of the church, behind the kitchen. He almost got lost, but finally wound his way through the maze to the men’s restroom where he let go of his huge burden. He cleaned himself off and buttoned up and turned around to leave, all the time thinking of Greta and her legs and her bump, and her smile. He ‘must have a crush’he thought, hoping that if he classified his emotions they would go away.

But then he saw her coming the opposite direction. In her gorgeous medieval outfit. Their eyes met and he felt like he had been shot with 120 volts of energy.

‘Hi Greta.’

‘Oh – it’s so good you came,’ she said. She seemed cheerful and less industrious than her normal workself. They exchanged a bit of awkward body language but then Robert blurted out ‘You look really nice tonight.’

‘Thank you, so do you’ she said. This was terrible he thought. He had to do something. He had to say something, and the alcohol in his system just let his true thoughts slip out without warning.

‘I think you look really nice – especially because you are pregnant,’ he said.

‘Oh you are not the only one who has noticed,’ Greta replied with a grin. ‘I have noticed too. I think I am having a girl because of all this estrogen in my body. ‘She reached down and touched her bump and moved closer to him.

‘Here, feel,’ she said. ‘Feel my bump.’ She pulled her nervous hand closer and put it on her belly.

The bump felt somewhere between soft and hard. He was nervous to touch it too heavily, but felt calmed by the bump. She looked up at him, a kind of deep glare in her eyes and breathed heavily. ‘You know Robert,’ she said with a hysterical tinge to her voice.

‘I really want to kiss you. Will you kiss me?’

he leaned forward and kissed her forehead and then her nose, and then…my God…her mouth. ‘I just feel so sexy since I have been pregnant,’ Greta said sensitively, wrapping her arms around his tree trunk of a waist. ‘I just feel so aroused all the time.’

They began to kiss and Robert felt like a 14 year old in the middle of his first time. The air seemed so cold and he felt afraid because he was kissing another man’s wife, and afraid because she was pregnant, but overwhelmed by whatever pheromones escaped from her body and deeply in love with her scent, a scent he had breathed so deeply.

‘Please come with me’ she said, leading him down a hall way through a door to a dark room. She flicked on a switch and there hung many robes worn by priests and lay people.

‘Here’ she said, ‘help me take this thing off.’ Robert helped her lift the skirt off her trim body revealing nothing underneath but her angelic form – her tiny, yet swollen breasts, like a 15 year-old’s, so soft they would fit perfect in his hand. And of course her tummy, which started at the base of her rib cage, and protruded out in a natural arc just like he had thought of – perfect, hot and growing.

‘Can I?,’Robert hesitated. ‘Can I kiss it?’ She planted hot kisses on his cheeks and guided his face down to her bump. He kneeled before her and began to plant little daisies of kisses along the lining of her skin, hiding them in her pelvic valleys, and stopping to feel her curly black pubic hair tickle his chin.

She looked so gorgeous in the cloakroom light and he felt a bit overwhelmed down on his knees. But he stood up and she began to unbutton his shirt and pants. They soon were both completely hot and naked and she decided to take advantage of the situation.

‘Robert – I want you to fuck me’she said. ‘I want you in every orifice of me’she said as she guided his cock towards her thigh. She then slowly kneeled down and began to plant kisses along his rod, looking up to savor the feeling of another man’s big dick in her palm. Robert, as she expected, was quite long and thick and engorged by the sight of her angelic body. She felt so hot as she let his big thickness come into her mouth. She toyed with his p-spot as he grabbed masses of her hair and stood at attention and continued to bob her head up and down on his big dick. He mumbled and a certain giddiness began to spur in his testes as the night air hit his shaft as she savored him. He thought about where he would fuck her, in her throat, in her puckered little ass, that tight little ass, and finally deep in her mystic oven, where the next generation was brewing.

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Jill held up one of my favorite albums and I nodded. Pete held up
another and we all agreed that we liked Chris’s taste in music. Chris
returned, and she was wearing sweat pants and an exercise top that left
her flat stomach bare. Chris put on some music and said she’d fix some
snacks. As she left the room, she turned down the dimmer on the lights.
Jill and Pete were slow dancing in front of the fireplace, and I turned
to Jeff. We kissed again, and both of us felt the heat burning in the
other. We kissed and kissed for a long time, his hands and tongue
making me so hot that I was sure my pants were visibly wet. Chis made a
loud noise in the kitchen breaking up some ice, and we parted our kiss,
looking at Jill and Pete. They were locked in a deep kiss like we had
been, with Pete’s hands on Jill’s ass, pulling her against him. Jill
was also trying to wrap herself around Pete, her hands on the back of
his head. Chris announced the snacks were ready, and Pete disentangled
from Jill to help her bring out the food and some drinks. She sat down,
and started telling some jokes that she’d heard, most of them a bit
raunchy. Jeff mentioned that Chris had a hidden talent, and she blushed
and gave him a “not again” look. Jeff badgered Chris into showing us.
She took the stem from the cherry in my coke, and popped it in her
mouth. A few seconds later, it came out with the stem nicely knotted in
the middle. Jill and I both tried it (Chris said it was pretty simple),
and we couldn’t do it.

Pete made a rude suggestion, something about trying it with a larger
object, and we all laughed. “Speaking of larger objects Pete…” Chris
said, making her stare obvious. Pete wasn’t displaying much of a bulge,
but Chris’s eyes said there was some very decent “equipment” there.
“Are you going to show it off?” Pete blushed a bit, and I’m sure Jill
felt her pussy moisten as I did. We all urged him to show us (it must
have been the liquor from earlier), and he finally said okay. Pete
stood up, and Chris dimmed the lights dramatically. Pete unzipped about
half way, and Jill suddenly leaned forward, taking over the job. Jill
did a good job of erotically lowering his zipper, and rubbing her hand
over his crotch. I could see his bulge forming against his shorts.
Jill was going to reach in through his zipper, but Pete put her hands on
his belt. Jill pulled it loose, moving her face close to his manhood.
Jill’s hands slid his pants down to the floor, and we could see a huge
bulge in his jockey shorts. Slowly Jill pulled them down, and when his
dick sprang free, I could hear Jill’s gasp over mine.

Pete had a huge prick, and the head was perfectly circumcised. Jill
stared at it, watching it grow even more. I could see her tremble as
she put her hand around it and lifted it, then ran her tongue down the
underside of it. Pete sighed loudly. “Oh God! I’m in heaven!” Jill
said. She kept kissing and licking it, and Pete wasn’t going to stop
her. “Eleven and three-quarters inches.” Chris said. “I measured it
the first time I saw it.” She added proudly. I looked down at Jeff’s
crotch and saw his bulge. No one had to tell me, so I unfastened his
pants and took him out of his shorts. No monster like Pete had, but one
of the most beautiful cocks I’d ever seen! Jeff was about seven inches
long, and just the right diameter. I leaned over and licked the drop of
his semen that dribbled from the tip. Then I just had to have him in my
mouth. I liked his warm, rubbery head, and then started sucking him
into my eager mouth. Jeff moaned softly and I felt his hips rise. His
dick was warm and firm and just the right size. After several long
strokes on him, I then remembered that Chris was watching. I looked up
at her and wow!! Chris was sitting back, one hand down her sweat pants,
frigging herself while she watched us. Her other hand had pushed her
top up, showing us her large nippled breasts and she pinched a nipple in
her fingers. I looked over at Jill, and Pete was undressing her, she
was down to her bra and panties. “What the hell” I thought, and I
pulled Jeff’s pants off, and then his shirt. He undressed me carefully,
kissing my breasts as he pulled off my blouse. The low lights, the
alcohol, and the gentle way everyone moved had an effect, and we were
all soon naked in the living room.

All but Chris. She just sat and watched us, and her being dressed
excited me even more. Jeff slid down to the floor and began licking my
pussy. He knew his way around a pussy, his tongue finding my sensitive
places and making me crazy with the way he teased me higher and higher.
Jill went straight for Pete’s dick, and I watched. Pete sat on the love
seat (appropriate no?), with Jill sitting down facing him. I watched,
and Jill slowly tried to stuff his meat in her tight pussy, taking him
an inch at a time. Her soft, white round ass spread over Pete’s lap,
…End of the part3. To be continued..

We are a white married couple looking to meet friends who
enjoy good, clean, hot, adult fun. We swing only as a couple and
enjoy swinging with other white couples (21-45), single bi-females
(all ages) and select single males (21-35).

We thought we would tell you a little more about ourselves and
what we like so you can get a little better idea about us.

Carol is 31 years old 5′4″, 38C and multi-orgasmic and bi.
She has had many bi experiences that she has really enjoyed and
likes when the female that joins us as a couple or single is bi or
bi-curious. She also enjoys trying new, exciting and different
things with other females. Carol is open about bi however, she is
not pushy about it.

We’ve told you about Carol and her bi interest, now about her
other side. First, Carol is great in bed. She gives excellent
head to another guy but doesn’t like to swallow when he climaxes.
She prefers to have him climax on her instead of in her mouth. She
knows how to use her hands real well during foreplay and while
she’s giving head. She loves intercourse and likes all different
positions. In fact her best orgasms are during penetration, that’s
when she likes to cum best. Her multiple orgasms during
penetration are an exciting experience for all. Over all, Carol is
very hot and fun to be with. She also enjoys taking two guys on at
once. Carol enjoys making it with another guy while her husband
watches and then also joins in. Carol likes many different
positions and has a few when being penetrated a certain way that
really send her into sheer ecstasy. She enjoys having a guy give
her head, but she likes it gentle, in fact, she doesn’t like it
when the guy is rough at all. She is not really into greek but on
occasion likes two cocks in her pussy at the same time.

Now about Bill, he’s 33 years old 6′2″, strait and somewhat
open-minded. There isn’t much he doesn’t like as long as it is
nothing with pain. He enjoys getting head and giving head to a
female especially if her juices are sweet. Giving pleasure to a
female is something that he really enjoys. He loves breasts of all
sizes and shapes and loves to caress them, kiss them and even
climax between or on them if the girl doesn’t mind. Also, after he
cums his cock remains hard for quite a while and usually doesn’t go
down after he cums, this way he can keep going to satisfy the lady
over and over. He is easy going and not rough when with a female
and respects her limits. He enjoys two women at the same time. He
thinks it’s neat to have beauty all around and running your hands
like a kid through a bowl of candy not knowing which piece to take
first and trying to take it all. He enjoys watching two females
enjoying each other and also enjoys watching another guy make it
with Carol while he sits back and watches. He enjoys watching X
rated movies and so does Carol. We’re also both open to games that
end up getting everyone undressed and even fondling throughout the
game. We also like low lit rooms that help make the atmosphere
more enjoyable.

All in all we are an easy going couple, who enjoy good, clean,
fun sex. We’re not into drugs (of any kind), pain or anything
real, real kinky but are open minded to new and different things.
We also don’t mind drinking and drink ourself but definitely don’t
like loud rough drunks.

Hopefully all this information helps you feel more comfortable
with us and shows you we are for real and looking for some fun get
togethers.

Anyway, we’d like to find out more about anyone who is
interested in meeting with us based on our likes and dislikes and
then possibly set up a get together. Because of our schedules we
prefer to entertain. Let us know if you can travel to Columbia S.C
for a get together. If not we could possibly travel half way and
can also occasionally do some limited traveling. Columbia, SC
would work out better and give us more flexibility to set something
up the first time and also for additional get togethers. If you’d
like we can first meet at a small lounge for a drink and then when
everyone is comfortable come on back to our house. We have a VCR
player in both the living room and bed room. We can get naked as
the night progresses and once everyone feels comfortable we can
start swinging, swapping, having threesomes and foursomes as the
night goes on. We can do as much as we all want to and try to
fulfill everyone’s fantasies and desires through out the night. So
what do you think? Sounds like fun, doesn’t it?

Again, let me assure you we are a for real couple who is
looking for friends who enjoy friendship and good clean hot adult
fun. We hope you are interested in getting together with us. Drop
us a note or e-mail to Pretty Kitty here on Options BBS telling us
a little more about yourselves and what you like, dislike and any
other information that you feel would interest us. We also prefer
to exchange photos prior to getting together, we are not into photo
collecting but do like to get an idea of what the couple, female or
male is like (we also return all photos when requested and ask the
same when we send ours, you can send nude or clothed and we will
send what we receive). If you write to us at our P.O. Box, please
send a photo, if you have a GIF on file we will gladly download it.

Ours will be on the system shortly. If you’re comfortable and want
us to call you ASAP to set something up or talk before we swap
photos then you can also include your phone number in your response
to us if you like and we’ll give you a call.

Again, we are a for real couple and eager to hear from you
about possibly getting together real soon.

Sexually Yours,
Carol & Bill
P.O. Box 280293
Columbia, South Carolina 29228


IN>Do they win the lottery and keep having kids?

The only “lottery” Joe is interested in, is the “baby-sweepstakes” that
Lynn has once a year, when they reenact her “lesson” in rape. Other than
that, Joe doesn’t gamble, and neither do the other two.

IN>(Actually, I would not worry about the lottery if I were Joe. He has
IN>already won big.)

Amen.
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BTW, I'm going to try to save all of these comments, and put them in the
package when I send it to you. I'll remove all references to your name,
and to you, when I do. You can then edit it again, and put it out to the
net, as a comment on the story-line. I'm not sure if it should go to
a.s.s, or a.s.s.d. Probably to a.s.s, as it does kind of complete the story.

IN>Frank,

IN>Well, the wait may not have been worth it, I’ll leave that up to
IN>you to decide, but here are my editorial comments on your wonderful
IN>”Bound for Fun” stories.

(Sound of a man releasing breath he’s held for days.) ;-}

IN>First , “BfF I”

IN>> MY GOD! For the first time, I realized just how far I had gone.
IN>> Not only had I came in the little girl, possibly (Probably)
IN>come in the little girl…
IN>…

No, came is right. Past tense of “cum” or come. As in “I came, I saw,
I knocked the girl up.” to misquote.

IN>> using the diaphragm to protect her daughter from pregnancy this
IN>> time. Oh well! At least ONCE, I had done it. Actually squirted
IN>> my seed in the little girl’s unprotected belly, that it. I
IN>that is
IN>…

I already found and corrected that one.

IN>> and Mr. Jones attend to things, OK?”
IN>> “Okay Momma. If you say so.” Dutifully, lay back on the
IN>Dutifully, she…
IN>> bed, and let me open her up, to her mother’s administrations.
IN>Did you mean ministrations?
IN>…

OOOPS! You’re right.

IN>> stimulation, of having her mother poking around in her, and me
IN>> from the thought of this incredible sexy, kinky woman actually
IN>> squirting my sperm in her own daughter womb, while making the kid
IN>daughter’s womb…

OOPS again.

IN>And then, “BfF II”

IN>> huh? Frank looked almost like a nerd, but even though some would
IN>> consider him “over the hill” he still had the best imagination of
IN>> the lot of us, when it came to ingenious torture. Especially the
IN>> kind that hurt, but didn’t damage. Fred was a guy you’d expect
IN>Is this a Hitchcock-like cameo, Mr. McCoy?
IN>…

Weeeelll. . . somewhat. Not exactly, but somewhat. The description is
close, but not completely true. Especially, I DO NOT go for torture.
even bondage, is not really my bag.

IN>> something. It wasn’t real, until that final blow. Now seeing
IN>> the knife sticking in her belly, while she reeled from the deadly
IN>> blow, it finally got home to her. This wasn’t a game, and it was
IN>How do you reel from a blow when you are tied down?
IN>…

You’re right. It was her mind that reeled, not her body.

IN>> couldn’t. Any force over about two ounces, caused the blade to
IN>> vanish into the sheath. It was an amazingly effective illusion,
IN>> especially when combined with fake blood canisters, but not worth
IN>Doesn’t the blade vanish into the handle?

Right again!. My mind slipped.

IN>I hope these comments are of some value to you,
IN>and of course, they are all from a friendly source, and not meant to be
IN>barbed, even if they seem that way when viewed on a CRT.

BARBED???!!! Heck, those are FRIENDLY comments. I even welcome barbed ones,
if they show mistakes in what I was trying to get across.

IN>I hope to hear from you soon!

I’ll try to edit in these changes, and the others we discussed sometime this
week, and send you the final disk. I’ll also send along another story that’s
been sitting for almost a year, waiting to be completed, but neither Tammy or
I seem to want to finish it, so we wrapped it up, and left it where it ended.
It ends fairly nicely, but it was originally planned to be twice as long. If
we ever do finish it, it’ll have to be “Chapter 2″.

IN>I have seen all of the material I posted (finally)

I saw your second post, just the other day.

IN>and have sent out some stuff to folks who missed part 1 of 4, etc.

Thanks.

IN>I will be posting more from your first disk soon.

Could you send me another copy of the list of files I sent you?
I forgot which, and I don’t want to duplicate.
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BTW, the story is NOT about LYNN’s suffering, but JOE’s. HIS hurt, is the
one that’s supposed to break your heart.
Think about it, having to do that to someone you love, in the HOPE that
it MIGHT save her for someone else. To be willing to make someone you
love, and had hoped to have love you, hate you, so that they’ll survive.
“Greater love hath no man. . .” I think that being willing to give up
the love of someone for their well-being, is at least as great, and THAT’s
the point I was trying to make.

I’ll admit, I WAS trying for shock-value, when Joe “did-in” her mother.
I wanted to raise at least a LITTLE doubt in the reader’s mind, whether
or not they had figured Joe out right.
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IN>Frank,

IN>Re whether Lynn was hoodwinked, yes, I think
IN>Joe and her mother did a good job of convincing the trusting
IN>starry-eyed girl that she was actually given up to a degenerate,
IN>and that he would enjoy her, and then kill her.
IN>Joe’s suffering is evident. Maybe you could put the “greater
IN>love hath no man…” quote in the story. It is both dramatic
IN>and succinct of the feelings Joe must have gone through before
IN>Lynn came over and all was patched up.

I would like to. I just can’t think of a neat way (or place) to put it in.
I’ll re-read it, maybe I can. Hmmmm. maybe afterwards, in a comment by
Lynn, or June. I’ll have to think about it. It’s a nice Idea, but I want
the story to flow smoothly. I’ll try. No guarantees though.

IN>For my own version of “what is right” you might
IN>also add in the epilogue that Lynn finished HS on the honor roll,
IN>despite her bulging belly.

Good point. I’ll fit that in somewhere at the end. “After finishing
High-school, Lynn has worked her way through college, and is now working
on her doctorate by taking evening classes, while June and I watch the
kids, sometimes alternating, and sometimes together. Now that the oldest
is 12, and can watch the younger ones, we find interesting things to do
together while still maintaining a presence in the house.”

Something like that. I’ll have to work on it. Any suggestions about this,
or the other will be appreciated. I think, that if I put in that Lynn’s
working on her doctorate, then her finishing high-school (honor-roll or not)
would be superfluous. What do you think?

IN>Everybody seems to live and make love happily ever after.
IN>Does Joe continue as a professional top?

Yes, but in later years it becomes more of a side-line. His main line
becomes designing and supplying bondage clothing and accessories, with
Lynn as his main model. Do you think this needs to be in the story?

IN>do Lynn and June become his beautiful and kinky assistants?

Lynn does, as explained above. June is closer to being a “top”, than
a “bottom”. Sometime she helps him with a fantasy with Lynn. June remains
as kinky as ever, but with her own twist on things. How and why and where
she gets those kids of hers, are each stories in their own right. Joe
THINKS almost all the kids are his, but he’s not sure about at least 2 of
them. June likes to keep him guessing. (BTW, outside of the story,
for your information only, they ALL are. June loves him just as much
as Lynn does, and wouldn’t dream of cheating him. Make him THINK they might
not be his, yes. Actually HAVE anyone else’s kids, no. Joe suspects this.)

IN>Does the huge family move out of the soundproof apartment?

That’s a bachelor apartment. What do you think? One-bedroom, bath,
kitchen and tiny living-room, plus the one extra “dungeon” room. Of course,
the owners have bigger, fancier apartments, at sky-high rentals. No, they
moved to a small fixer-upper ex-farm-house, at the outskirts of the city.
By the time the story ends, with the three of them working on it, they’ve
…End of the part4. To be continued..

This is PG-13, so I don’t feel the need for the 18 and over
comments. However, this is copyrighted to me, rights reserved,
and all that jazz. If you like it and want it, please email
me for discussion. As usual, comments are grovelled for.
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It was chilly, even for March. She shifted the backpack over
her shoulder, cold making it ache more than usual. She cupped
her bent fingers and brought them to her mouth, thankful for the
puffs of warm air. The lack of sun didn’t help, but it was
important to do this properly–at sunrise.

Almost there.

The trail ahead rose up considerably. Gulls and cormorants
swooped in the salt-teased mist, waking to the half-light of
dawn. She trudged up the steep incline, as she had done with him
hundreds, no, thousands of times before. It was their place.

She could see the salt mist roses at the base of the rise.
Their bare, thorny canes had just begun to blush with the early
spring sap. She blushed once too, many Springtimes ago. She
smiled. He used to pick big bunches of the pink and white
blooms, presenting them to her with a flourish. He would pick
off the petals and shower her unclothed body with them. Salt
mist roses. She used to blush anytime she smelled them. Her
cheeks warmed. Maybe she could still blush. She closed her eyes,
fighting back a tear. Perhaps it was too soon.

A gust curled the mist against her cheek, waking her back to
the present. She tucked a loose strand of salt and pepper hair
behind her ear. A wooden bench, crackled and worn from weather,
still marked the zenith overlooking the sound. She tugged on the
backpack making sure it was secure. Looking over the edge, she
could see the pink granite jumbling down, the large boulders
creating a set of giant’s stairs leading to the tidal pools.

They had chased each other on the boulders, hopping from one to
the other, balancing on the precipices. Once, she had fallen. A
misjudgment that landed her in the frigid waves. Her clothes had
gotten soaked down to her skin, outlining her nipples. She
remembered how the sight had affected him. Now the memory drew
her hand to her breast, surprised at its puckered response.

She sat, snuggling the backpack against her side. Absently, she
rubbed her shoulder and looked out over the water to the
changing sky. The mist danced, weaving here and there, yet not
eclipsing her view of the sunrise. The lighthouse out in the
sound flashed its light, and it made her smile.

The sky changed; grew. Layers of teal and turquoise turned to
pale lavender and pink. The sun peeked over the horizon and the
sky changed again, this time to orange. It reminded her of the
Tequila Sunrises they used to drink. Finally, the sun pushed its
way into the sky, bleaching the color from its canvas.

“It’s time.”

His voice. In her head. She wasn’t ready but she listened. She
picked up the pack and slowly made her way down to the largest
boulder jutting out into the sound. The same one she’d fallen
off when they were young.

The climbing took longer, her body refusing to do the same
things it had done when she was twenty or even forty. She crept
along the tumbled rocks, still familiar after so many years,
until she reached the edge of the water-worn boulder. She closed
her eyes. The cold salt spray kissed her face, and she shivered.

Carefully, she opened up the pack. She reached inside and
pulled out a simple wood box, her first anniversary present.
He’d carved it himself, with roses on the lid. She raised her
hand to test the wind. The chill of the air wrapped around her,
stalling her. But only for a moment. She removed the top and the
wind stirred the dust, lifting it up and spreading it over the
waves.

“Goodbye, my love.” She whispered into the mist. It didn’t
take long. She strained to see the last of the dust as the
breeze carried it away. When there was nothing left, she
remembered the box. Her worn fingers traced along the rose
before carefully returning it to her pack. Huddling over her
pack, she felt something on her neck, a warm breath. She
straightened. There was nothing but the dawn’s swirling mist.

But he was there.

She suddenly warmed. The swirling mist swaddled her. The swirls
were visible against her arm, her cheek, her breast. She closed
her eyes and smelled salt roses. She felt the warmth around her,
touching her, caressing all the places he would pay special
attention to. The scent grew stronger and she felt the warmth
against her lips, a whisper soft touch of goodbye. She raised
her hand to her lip, her eyes glimmering with unshed tears in
the morning light. She looked out over the sound.

And she smiled.

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2004
More stories at http://www.asstr.org/~Dryad/contents.html

This is the first in the Tales of Home series. I don’t give a rat’s ass where you stand in this war; its here, and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to support our troops.
That being said;
This is a work of adult fiction; if you have to sneak in to see a NC-17 movie, get your sorry butt outta here.
Otherwise, enjoy, copyright is mine,(which simply means ask first) and mail me any comments/concerns good or bad.
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What could she do?

With a stiff upper lip and no tears, God, no tears, she had waved John off at the Norfolk pier as the USS Bataan left port bound for the Gulf.

That was 3 months ago, but now it was their anniversary. He was God knows how many miles away. The last e-mail she had gotten from him, he was somewhere in the Persian Gulf, but that was three days ago. He’d warned her that e-mail would be spotty, at best.

What could she give him? The USO was putting strict guidelines on what could be sent; and the DoD was still leery of packages.

His last e-mail was so hot. Maybe the equatorial sun was keeping his body warm, maybe the distance made him want her more, or maybe it was just the situation and his wanting to feel human again. He poured emotion, hot and deep, into the letter; told her what he would do if he were there with her. Her hand drifted up to her chest, softly brushing against her breast, bringing the nipple to attention.

Perhaps I should go re-read his letter, she thought to herself. She headed into the bedroom, where they kept the computer, and she pulled up his last e-mail.

She curled up in the chair, wiggling to get comfortable.

“Hey Angel,
I miss you. It’s starting to get hotter than hell over here. You know how it gets down in the quarry? Mid day in August, and the sun is shimmering over the ledges? All dusty and gritty and grimy. That’s what it feels like–The quarry.

At night, if I tune out the jets taking off, I can almost imagine I’m there. Bringing you down to the bottom of the quarry, where it gets all nice and cool, no matter how hot it was during the day. I imagine us there, and how I’d slowly peel your clothes off, until you were glowing naked before me in the moonlight.”

Her skin began to moisten as she squirmed at his words. She knew what was coming, so she pulled off her shirt.

She stopped suddenly, knowing exactly what to give him for their anniversary. She clicked on the digital camera, setting it to take still every 10 seconds, before she continued to read.

“I’d pull you up against me, let you feel how hard I was for you. And I’d kiss you. Kiss you so hard, you’d know how badly I wanted you. My hands would cup your ass and pull you to me, and then I’d bring them up front and play with your tits. God, I miss your tits.”

Her hands rose to her chest, squeezing and pinching her nipples the way she liked him to do. She squirmed a bit and her eyes fluttered closed. Finally, she forced her eyes to focus on the screen and continued to read.

“I’d let my tongue move down your neck, down to your tits and suck on your nipples. I can just feel my fingers on your smooth back, kneading into you as I suck. I can feel your fingers fiddling with the buttons on my shirt, pulling it out of my jeans. Your hands feel so cool against my skin, so gentle.”

She sighed softly, her head lolling to one side at his imagined nibbling. She shimmied quickly out of the rest of her clothes before settling back into the seat. She reached over to her drawer and pulled out the dildo John had gotten for her before he left. She set it next to her in the chair before continuing.

“Your skin would glow in the moonlight. Do you know how beautiful you are to me? My fingers would trace across your skin, lightly, gently. And I’d smile when you shivered. My hands would slide down your hips, smooth over that really sexy silk skirt you wear when we go to my parent’s for dinner. My fingers ruck it up and I’d fall to my knees. I can almost smell you, if I concentrate hard enough.”

Her fingers were busy, first skimming her arms, her sides, pulling up on her tits, kneading them. Her hands roamed her torso, gently teasing herself. A blush rose from her diaphragm. Her fingers dipped lower, but she waited for his direction.

“Can you feel me nuzzle your pussy? Feel my nose press up against your clit? Feel my tongue flick out against your wet pussy lips. God, you taste good. My fingers press into your cheeks, pulling you closer to me, supporting you when I feel you sway. You like it when I do that, don’t you? My tongue dipping deeper into your pussy, sucking out your juices. That’s it, moan for me, Angel. Let it go for me.”

Her fingers followed his words, tickling first her clit, then down lower into her wet tunnel. Her fingers circled her clit, pressing and pinching, then pressing further into her depths. She moaned, a moan of frustration, her eyes shut.

She could no longer focus on the words on the screen, but she remembered them. It wasn’t that hard, as much as she’d read it. With her eyes closed, she reached for the dildo.

“I can feel you shuddering, Angel. You want to come, don’t you? I love how your body is so expressive. I could flick my tongue right now, and make you come.

But that would be too easy. I lean back to watch the desire and frustration pass over your face. I take off my pants quickly, before you can truly miss me. My hands on your ass, I lift you up to me. You’re so light, like a feather; and I feel your legs encircle my waist.
Do you feel me? Can you? My desperate cock searching for your hidden warmth? Feel it thrust deeply into you? I miss the way you would cry out when I’m deep inside you.”

She pressed the dildo in, moving against it now. It wasn’t John, but it would help ease the loneliness. She flicked the switch to the quiet motor, felt it reverberate through her. She pressed it deeply, crying out for him, squirming madly in the chair, lost in the sensations he would have brought her if he were there.

“Can you feel that? Feel me swell inside you? Feel my hips bucking against you, our thighs slapping together? God, you make me want to come. I feel your pussy squeeze my cock, and I know you’re coming. It’s like a hand squeezing my cock.

And you know what? When I come back, no more condoms. When I come back, I’m not going anywhere else again. I know I said no before. But when I imagine my cum spurting into you, I feel dizzy. And all I can think is that maybe this time, you’ll get pregnant.”

Her movements quickened, as she ran through what he had written, in her head. Her fingers squeezed her breast as she wailed her orgasm. She whimpered until she turned off the vibrator, desperately trying to catch her breath. After a few minutes, when her breathing returned to normal, she scrolled through to the end of the e-mail.

“I know I said no before, babe. But I love you, and the thought of you is what gets me through all the bullshit over here. The thought of this being over, and my being home, with you, and watching you grow; You would be so beautiful, you know that?

I have to get going. I’m sorry. I love you, Amanda. Be safe,
John”

She turned off the camera, and saved it to edit later. She’d love to send all of them; but it was unlikely she could get away with that. She’d smuggle him one, maybe two, and save the rest for his return. She threw on some clothes, touching her burgeoning belly lightly. She hadn’t told him, afraid of what he’d say, afraid he’d blame her for the “accident”. Now she knew she had the perfect anniversary gift for him.

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2003

If you’re too young to vote, go away. Otherwise, stick around
and enjoy yourself. For better or worse, the work is mine, so
please don’t snitch it. Comments are grovelled for. This WAS
going to be my secret santa story…but well, you’ll see why I
changed my mind.

She was too old to believe in Santa Claus.

At least that is what she kept telling herself. Ever feel like
you wish you could just step off the merry go around? The view
is always the same, some horse’s ass in front of you. Nothing
changes.

But then she found out she wasn’t on the Merry-go-round at all.
It was the rollercoaster; and at the moment, she was staring
down the track of a 300 foot drop.

He didn’t leave her much, not that it mattered since it all fit
in the 2 bedroom apartment. Some furniture and Michael. She
smiled. He was precocious for a 6 year old. It was probably the
last year he would believe in Santa, and she found that it made
her sad, sadder in fact than his father leaving them.

She looked at him, sleeping in Sean’s old recliner, curled up
in his Bob the Builder pajamas. He had an old baby blanket
wrapped around his legs, his mischievous eyes hidden behind
drooping eyelids.

“Will Santa bring Daddy’s presents?” he murmured sleepily.

She mentally sighed, cursing the circumstances that made him
need to ask.

“Of course, sweetheart. Santa knows Daddy is far away.”

The milk and cookies were placed strategically next to the
stocking hung on the fake mantel.

She turned off all the lights but the Christmas tree, and sat
on the couch. She missed him. Sean would have loved to help him
put out the reindeer food, as he had done since Michael was two,
when he promised to help him feed the reindeer. Sean always kept
his promises.

She pulled up the afghan around her legs and felt the tension
sing through her system.
I’m doing the best I can without you, Sean. She sniffled, and
finally gave in to a bout of self pity.
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She felt warm. Safe. Secure. She didn’t want to wake up, she
knew it had to be a dream. The last months had punctured any
feeling of security she had had. She felt the hand brush the
hair off her cheek, slide down her shoulder, her arm, her hip
and back up. A warm touch slipped inside the gap of her flannel
nightgown. Rough fingers caressed her breast and she turned into
touch, not wanting it to end. The hand moved, from one breast to
the other, as she felt the second hand tracing lines up her
thighs to her quickly moistening center.

“Sean,” she cried quietly when the fingers stoked her core.
Her body trembled with need, and a desire so strong, she thought
she was going insane imagining her husband was there.

It was then she awoke and opened her eyes. The hand on her
breast left and clasped over her mouth.

“Shhhh. You don’t want to wake Michael.” He smiled down at her.
Her eyes widened and she nodded. He removed his hand, only to
replace it with his lips.

He kissed her hungrily, desperately and she returned the
feelings. Her hands peeled off his tan camouflage shirt quickly.

“I hope you brought his Christmas gift. He thinks Santa is
going to drop it off for you.” She whispered cheekily, before
attacking the belt of his pants. “I don’t care how you are here.
I don’t even care if you’re a figment of my imagination anymore.
…End of the part1. To be continued..

“Stick a fork in ‘em he’s done,” was Deni’s. “When was that?”

“We went for a weekend to the shore.”

“Ooooh. We just went there! We left the kids with Josh’s mom for the weekend.” Ella smiled dreamily. “We had such a nice time…a romantic walk on the beach…and afterward…I haven’t had an orgasm like that in ages!” She blushed, then asked, “Did you have a good time?”

“Too many people. After he got the burn, we ended up coming home. No sense in staying if he had to stay inside all the time.”

“God, they’re getting old.” Deni whined.

“We all are. But, there are bonuses to being older.” Ella fiddled with her glass.

“God, what?”

“We don’t have a problem going after what we want.”

“Damn right!” Deni scanned the bar for likely suspects as she grinned.

“The stud at the next table – damn right – I need a good screwing.” Betsy commented as she raised her glass.

“Don’t we all?” Deni quipped. ” I mean, what is it with men? I could get just about any male in here. Flash a little tit, a little thigh and they’re drooling like mental patients. Marry them, and you need to drag them kicking and screaming to bed.” She paused to swig the rest of her tequila. “It’s been three weeks since I’ve had any. And then? I literally was on my knees in front of him begging. Hell, when it comes to sex, I have no pride.” She raised her hand to signal the waitress for another round.

“My problem is wham bam thank you ma’am and too bad you didn’t get a chance sweetie – I’ll try harder next time – but he never does.” Betsy answered.

“Exactly. But with a stranger? Hell, fireworks, and excitement and everything sex should be. You know what it is girls?”

They both watched Deni for her answer.

“They take us for granted. They don’t have to work to please us anymore, they already HAVE us.” The waitress put the tray down as she handed out the drinks, grinning at the women and silently nodding her head.

“Well, DUH. Tell me something I didn’t figure out after the first two years of marriage.” Ella nearly choked on her drink laughing.

“So why do we put up with it? If a stranger would treat us better, why do we put up with it?” Betsy asked.

“Because we don’t want to be alone?” Deni replied.

“Aren’t we little miss cynical!” Ella exclaimed. “You know why as well as I do. We love them. God only knows why, they certainly drive us insane, but there it is.” She took another swig of her drink. “Topic change; when was the last time your husband did something sexually surprising for you? Could be romantic or whatever.”

Betsy spoke first, “Ummm Lets restate the question. When did they EVER do something to surprise us?”

“Ethan used to bring me cards home. Used to bring me flowers for no reason. Last year after a really and I mean REALLY bad fight…he arranged for mom to take the girls while we went to a really fancy restaurant. One where we could actually hear each other, and had tablecloths.” Deni said.

“Denise Louise Richards. I said sexually surprising, I already said mine.” Ella nudged her.

“Fine. At least he’s willing to do something more than missionary. Doesn’t like anal, but he’ll play around a few times a year since he knows I do.” Deni thought for a moment. “Last year he shaved me! That counts, doesn’t it?” She grinned.

“You like anal? My husband would kill to try that out…nope, no way. Not in this lifetime.” Ella retorted.

Betsy moaned. “This is almost more than I needed to know.”

“Fine then, what does Daren do to get your motor going?” Ella answered.

Betsy laughed. “Does baking me chocolate chip cookies count?”

“Well, lets see, chocolate, sex. Chocolate. Sex.” Ella held her hands face up as though weighing the subjects. ” Close enough I guess.” She paused, “Actually, I think chocolate may be better.”

“Bite your tongue! Better than sex?” Deni said.

“Fine then. Better than bad sex. And before you start, YES there is such a thing.”

“Well, duh,” she replied, mimicking Ella, “of course there is. That’s what we’re complaining about, isn’t it? Well, quality AND quantity. What’s the longest you’ve been without?”

“Honestly?” Ella answered.

“No, lie to me,” Deni said, exasperated, “Of course honestly.”

” 20 months, 2 weeks and 3 days.”

“I think she meant since you’ve been married.” Betsy said.

“That WAS when I was married.” Ella countered.

“Ouch! And I complain about 3 months. Jesus. How did you live through it?”

“Thank god for Rechargeables and cyber is all I’ve got to say.” Ella shook her head and took a big gulp of her drink. The question ‘Why?’ hung in the air, but no one wanted to ask.

“Have you ever considered women?” Ella broke the silence.

“You mean become bisexual? What woman hasn’t?” Deni joked, then seeing the looking on Ella’s face, “You’re serious?”

Betsy answered quietly, “I’ve thought about it. I mean, hell, men aren’t doing it for me.”

“I’ve thought about it a lot. A Lot.” The women waited for her to continue. “I’ve been sorta seeing this woman online.”

“REALLY? What does Josh have to say about that? Does he even know?” Betsy asked incredulously.

“He knows. Not happy, really, but surprisingly, he’s pretty understanding about it. But I think he thinks it’s some sort of stage I’m going through.” She paused a moment, “or he thinks he can get a ménage going on.”

“Deni,” Betsy suddenly hissed, “there’s some guy staring at you.”

“Really? Where? Is he cute?” She grinned then turned around.

“Jesus, girl where were you in Clubbing 101? You don’t turn and LOOK!”

The guy was good looking. Tall, with a sexy smile that lit up his eyes. Older too, not some college brat. He raised his glass in her direction when he caught her eye. She smiled at him, and he started to walk toward their booth.

He stopped at the booth and looked down at the women, or more specifically, at Deni.

“Hi.”

It wasn’t much, but that one syllable melted over her body like rich, warm chocolate. Betsy and Ella gave her an imperceptible head nudge.

“Hi.” She managed back.

“Would you like to dance?” he held his hand out to her.

She began to stutter her apology when Ella answered for her, “Oh, go on Deni! Just remember what we had the conversation about.” She grinned at her friend as she was led out on the dance floor.

“Do you come here often?” He asked her.

“No, just once a year. You?”

“Just passing through. I like the scenery.” He smiled down at her again, revealing an adorable dimple on his right cheek. She flustered as they continued to dance on the miniscule dance floor, until she caught the eyes of her girlfriends who were egging her on. Ella’s words came back to her, and she replayed the conversation in her head as his hand softly caressed her back. She followed Ella’s advice, remembering the words she’d spoken earlier. “But with a stranger? Hell, fireworks, and excitement and everything sex should be.” Guess she was saying follow my own advice. Her body closed the gap he’d allowed, and felt her breasts brush against his chest. A quiet intake of breath was her acknowledgement. His hands continued to wander her back, up and down slowly and seductively. Each pass brought his hands lower and lower until his palms were resting over the curves of her ass, and his fingers squeezing her pelvis closer to him, feeling his own reaction against her stomach. She gasped. Maybe this is too much she thought, looking over his shoulder to her friends.

Who were no longer at the table. She could see the bills fluttering beneath the empty glasses, her own purse and bag missing. Damn them!

The song ended, and she stepped away. “I’m sorry…but my friends just left, and they have my purse. I need to go hunt them down…but it was lovely meeting you.” Deni smiled, as she stepped away.

Quickly, he fell into step with her. “That wasn’t a nice thing to do! Let me help you find them. At least this way, you have someone to help you with a plan B.”

She nodded and smiled, “Thanks. I might just have to take you up on that.” She wandered up to the bank of elevators, and pressed the floor she knew Betsy was staying on. He followed her into the elevator, rubbing her tense shoulders. “My room and car keys were in my purse…they know I can’t get home without them. What made them think this would be amusing?” she ranted idly, even while her body’s nervous system was going on overload at his touch. The elevator stopped on the floor, and she walked up to the door. It was slightly open, so she pushed it in.

“Okay guys! This isn’t funny!” The empty room echoed as she wondered where they could be.

Her purse was sitting on the closest bed with her keycard and she sighed heavily in relief, as she heard the door click shut behind her. She heard him come up behind her, and knew what was coming. She tossed the momentary qualms aside and turned into his embrace. His hold was strong, sure and sensual, as his lips kissed first her eyelids, her nose, her cheek, her jaw, before settling over her mouth.

His tongue teased her, drawing a moan from her, as his arms tightened around her suddenly slack body. Her hands drew up to play with the hair curling at the collar of his shirt. His lips left hers and skimmed down her neck to the hollow of her throat, kissing softly and making her shiver in his embrace. The buttons quickly fell open as he skimmed lower. His touch was electric. She moaned softly as his fingers tightened against her back, her hands running down to his broad shoulders. She fell back onto the bed, as he pulled off his shirt, returning to her quickly. She could feel the heat of his chest burn through the satin of her bra. It teased her already turgid nipples. Quickly, she reached behind to unclasp the bra, desperate for the feel of his hot skin against hers. The cold of his belt buckle hit her stomach and caused her to shiver again. She reached down to undo it, feeling his thickness press against her thigh as she did so. Her own skirt had magically disappeared. She lay nude beneath him, his touch causing frissions of tension to course through her body as his slacks slide down to puddle on the floor. With a moan, he fell forward on top of her, his hands running down her sides.

Slowly, he slid down her body, softly worshipping her body with his mouth as he moved until he was kneeling between her thighs. His dark smiling eyes caught her lust hazed ones before dipping into her femininity. Once, twice his tongue slid widely over her slit, dragging across her already engorged clitoris. Her breathing caught, and he felt her thighs vibrate against his cheeks. Three times, and she shrieked loudly, her inner lips fluttering spasmodically against his tongue. He pressed his tongue against her quivering flesh, and held still until the spasms passed. He rose to his knees, pressing his shaft against her humid core, and gradually slid inside. He groaned, pressing up against her pelvic bone. His hands pulled her hips against his own, her clitoris stimulated by the contact and she bucked against him. He slid and out of her relentlessly, a steady rhythm, not too fast or too slow. They both panted, moaning, otherwise silent. Her body arched as he brought her closer and closer to the brink, each breath becoming more ragged. In a sudden blaze, Deni shrieked as her body began to convulse about the bed, in the throes on a massive orgasm. And still, he kept pounding away like a metronome. His breathing was coming in hisses now, and his constant rhythm began to break down, as he roared his own completion. He fell against her, his head against her breast, while they both caught their breath.

“Wow,” she breathed.

“Wow is right,” he answered as he slowly stood up, “that was wild.”

“Mmmmhmmm,” she agreed still in post orgasmic bliss.

“I need to work in the morning, so I better get going.” He zipped up his pants.

“Okay sweetheart, I’ll see you when you get home from work.” She stood up and slid her naked body against him.

“Thanks for fulfilling my fantasy…Yours is next.” She murmured against his cheek as she let him out the door.

Ella and Betsy were never going to believe it.