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Modelling

2005-08-23T03:58:00.000-07:00

There are things one does in life that can't make you feel like a
bastard. Things that you either did or could have prevented that could
have made someone's life better.

Sometimes, it's both...

I considered my college life to be quite good. As a student, I had
little trouble gaining good grades. And as a student, I had plenty of
chances to party and go completely wild. And I had a girlfriend. A
very pretty girlfriend that I loved to fuck in my dorm room and think
about how her parents thought she was getting along. If only they
could see her cunt filled with my cock, I used to think.

I was pretty happy with one girl. And also happy with the group of
friends I had gathered together in my three years of academic life.
But how was I to know that someone would come along and screw that all
up?

Her name was Huni, and if you're wondering, it is pronounced like the
sweet syrup you put on biscuits and such. She was Chinese, and
probably the most achingly beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life.
I first encountered her in a winter class along with one of my best
friends in college, David. When she walked into the room, we both
turned to each other with a complete look of appreciation.

Of course, I had my girlfriend, so I contained most of my burning
lustful intentions deep within my thoughts. But David was single, and
the look in his eyes carried a sense of far more than the boiling lust
most men felt at the sight of her. Perhaps I'm not as romantic as he
was, or at least wasn't then, but I swear he fell in love at first
sight.

Together, we managed to weasel our way into the same group as Huni
when project time came around. Sitting up close to her only added to
her enchantments. Her long flowing black hair streamed down her back
and sides. Her perfectly white teeth smiled gleefully and innocently.
Her dress was conservative, but her body just seemed to be bursting to
display itself in all its firm, curvaceous glory. She was pencil thin
at the waist. So thin, I was certain my fingers could touch if I
wrapped my hands around it. She must have had some magical formula for
channeling her extra weight into her breasts. They were so full, so
round, beneath her tops and jackets.

Being winter, the rest of her was left to imagination. The cold
classrooms didn't much suit skimpy outfits or high-cut miniskirts. But
as we learned more about Huni, we doubted she would wear such outfits
anyway. She had recently moved from China, though she had lived in the
U.S. until she was about thirteen. Her father had wanted his family to
experience traditional Chinese roots, but felt her best opportunity
lay in America. So when college came around, she spent only two years
in her native land before blessing our shores with her fully developed
beauty.

The time in China had fulfilled its purpose. Huni was a very
conservative girl, and blushed an endearing shade of crimson when even
the slightest sexual innuendo was made. We knew she would pass out if
we ever asked her if she was a virgin, but we didn't need to ask. She
was, and planned on remaining that way until her eventual marriage.

Ahh, marriage. I think poor David saw wedding bells attached to those
magnificent breasts. I laughed when I realized he was always the first
to meet her when the group got together, and the last to leave when we
dispersed. I had no idea what they talked about in these times alone,
but I had to do my best to stifle my jealousy and not try to sneak in
on the action. After all, I had a girlfriend. And a very pretty
girlfriend at that.

Have you ever seen an expression of true joy on the face of someone?
Have you ever seen the ultimate, soul- lifting exclamation of
happiness from a friend's lips? David asked Huni out on a date. She
said yes. I gotta tell you I was a bit jealous. I found myself
spending less and less time at the group meetings. Not because I
didn't want to work, but because I could barely keep my dick in my
pants. I could reason the lust from my body, but the length and vigor
of time it took increased with each meeting. I was doing so well, and
then I saw her in "the top."

The library was warmer than the classrooms, and we decided one evening
to meet there. The extra temperature allowed Huni to remove her
jacket. She was wearing the tightest, whitest, most body-contouring
top I had ever seen. It looked like she bought the right size, and
then had it shrink while she was still wearing it. The sleeves barely
came past her shoulders. The buttons seemed like they were carving out
red marks in her skin. But the killer, the sight that drove me
absolutely crazy, was the sight of her obscured, but quite visible
bra.

I could see her bra! Right through that tight white top! I could see
the different reflection of light on the satin underneath, and the
shape of the lace in the straps. I could see the sewn point that most
be pressing directly against her nipples. And I could see a faint
pattern in the fabric, a faint rose-petal pattern that seemed to
encompass both innocence and pure sexuality.

I had to excuse myself. I had to pretend to go to the bathroom, duck
into an unused room, and restrain myself from masturbating. I couldn't
believe what was going on. I had a girlfriend, Damn it! And a very
pretty girlfriend, mind you!

But this girl was unbelievable! She spoke with a slight, captivating
accent. She hid her face and laughter behind embarrassed hands but
sprung right up to add a joke of her own. She stretched these long,
magical stretches that threatened to pull that top out of her pants.

And she was a virgin. She was a good, conservative girl whose full
lips had probably never pressed against a man. She was the purest
flower, the most dainty of beauties.

So, as I said, I limited my contact with her after that. With most
women, the time you spend with them builds up your desire to hump them
like some kind of rising power meter. But once you leave their
company, the meter falls back to zero. Not with Huni. The meter kept
rising. It kept rising even when I wasn't with her, but fortunately at
much slower pace. I even had trouble looking at other Chinese women.
They all made me think of her, though not a one was even half her
beauty.

Spring came, and the semester was over. David and Huni had been dating
for awhile, and I can sadly say they were boyfriend and girlfriend.
Sadly for me. I was happy for David. I did have a very pretty
girlfriend, and was willing to accept that my friend had a
heart-poundingly gorgeous girlfriend.

I managed two weeks away from her. Two weeks where I didn't see her
with my eyes, but she never left my mind. The two weeks before Spring
classes. When it was over, I found her again. We had another class
together, but this time, no David.

Huni came strolling into the classroom with a simple, tight yellow top
with white buttons down the middle. But it was her lower article of
clothing that caught my attention... something I had never seen her in
before... a pair of shorts. They were simple enough. A casual white
pair with a couple of pockets and a belt. It was the sight of her legs
that was so spectacular. Her slender, golden- skinned smooth legs so
perfectly shaped from foot-to-calf- to thigh-to crotch. They were so
perfect, so flawless, I almost looked like she was wearing nylons the
way her blemish-free flesh glinted in the light. But they were bare
and wonderfully exposed to my eyes.

"Get a load of that bitch!"

Frank's harshness stunned me. Here was a friend I knew as long as
David, if he could really be called a friend. I knew him, but
considered him more of an asshole. He was so cocky, arrogant, and
condescending. He thought the world turned when he commanded it, and
would stop dead if he wished it. But as cruel fate all too often has
it, he had the luck to back it up. He wasn't a great-looking guy, but
he was good. He never lacked in his share of dates. His father owned a
photgraphy studio, which he let Frank use after hours for his own
purposes. I had watched a number of the best-looking campus woman hop
into his car to have some "nice" photos taken. I wondered how many of
those woman showed more than their flashy smile. I wondered how many
of them did more than just take pictures.

I turned to him, not even realizing his reference was to precious Huni
at first. When I saw his eyes fixed upon her, I turned at him sharply.

"Watch it, that's my friend's girlfriend!"

"Dude, she's fucking hot!"

"Yeah, she's special." I couldn't use his term. "Fucking hot" was not
the phrase that captured her beauty.

Huni broke from her friend, spoke a gleeful "Hello," and sat in front
of me. This class was going to be torture...

When she turned her body, I could easily see the thin bra strap so
eloquently holding those wonderful breasts. The width of her shoulders
was so narrow, so vulnerable. Her black hair curled lovingly down her
spine as she brushed it from her shoulders. I could feel my hands on
those shoulders, rubbing her softly as they slowly moved down to her
chest. The image and sensations of fantasy were so clear in my mind as
my thoughts joyously brought my fingertips into her blouse and onto
the smooth cups of her bra. My ears awakened to invisible hush of
pleasure that slowly sighed from her lips.

"Do you have a pencil I could borrow?" Huni's wonderful, smiling face
had turned to ask me something. What it was didn't matter. To borrow a
pencil, to give her my wallet, to kill a man. I handed her my pencil
blessing the desk beneath me and it's ability to conceal the large
bulge in my pants.

Frank seemed just as taken with her. Every day of class, I caught him
stealing stares of her. He would see me, and wink as if I was thinking
about the exact same thing: fucking her.

But winks were not enough for a man like Frank. A man, who had no
trouble expressing himself.

"Man, I really want to fuck her." he just blurted it out one day.
"Just think about that tiny, tight Chinese cunt sucking on your dick."

"Frank, come on. Please don't talk about my friend's girlfriend like
that." I probably sounded noble in defense of a lady's honor. The
truth was, I WANTED to think about his images! "If anybody gets to
make love to her, it will be David."

"What? You mean he's not fucking her already?"

Why'd I have to open my big mouth?

"Dude, that means she's fair game! That means she wants somebody else!"

"It's not like that. She's a very traditional girl. She doesn't want
to have sex before marriage."

"Dude, that's a crock! She'll fuck like a whore with the right guy."

Poor Frank, he always thought he knew women. He saw me shaking my head.

"I'll bet ya." He said intently.

"Get out of here."

"I'll bet you a hundred bucks right now that I can get her to fuck me."

"Frank, your full of shit."

"I'm serious! A hundred bucks!"

"No way, and even if you could, how would you prove it?"

"I'll videotape it."

I would like to think my confidence in Huni's chastity is what made me
accept the bet, and not my the desire I wouldn't the recognize. Not
the desire to see Huni's naked body humping and receiving a man's
penis. I accepted the bet. If anything did happen, I was significantly
responsible.

Frank made me promise not to get in the way. I had to go along with
everything he said, and not let on to Huni about his intentions. I
asked why I would do that? I wanted to see him lose. Frank insisted
that if I lost the hundred bucks, it would be worth my while. I have
to give him credit there. He saw the way I looked at her. He saw how
her beauty captivated me and defined my sexual want. I didn't know
what he meant, but agreed to his terms.

His attack started simply.

"Huni," he began one afternoon as we strolled out of class, "I really
like that top your wearing. It really looks good on you."

"Thank you." she seemed nervous at the compliment.

"I don't know if you know this, but I do fashion photography for my
father's business."

"I didn't know that."

"Anyway, we could really use a model to feature some tops from a new
account he just picked up. Do you think you would be interested?"

Huni stopped walking. I stayed a few steps behind, listening, but not
saying anything.

Huni seemed adorably embarrassed. I don't know how often she received
compliments on her looks, but she was visibly uncomfortable. Yet, she
was also smiling, and seemed quite flattered.

"You want me to model for you?" she finally asked.

"Yeah, it would be great. I'll bet your really photogenic."

"I don't think so..."

"Come on, it would really help us out. Who knows, you could get famous!"

Huni perked up a bit at that, but wore a look of suspicion. She seemed
to be forming seedy ideas on what this situation might really mean.
Would Frank use it as an opportunity to make a pass at her? But her
innocence or embarrassment held her back from vocalizing her
sexually-oriented fears.

"We'll pay you."

Now she really paid attention. I knew Huni's financial situation
wasn't the greatest. She could use any spare buck she could find.

"How much?" she asked.

"Twenty-five bucks."

Franks sensed her hesitation, and her interest. He knew she wanted the
money, but was nervous about what she would be wearing.

"Come on, they're simple tops just like you have on now. No big deal."

I'm not sure what exact logic Huni was using at the moment as she
weighed the arguments. But as her lips mouthed "Ok," I figured the
lure of the money for a relatively simple task was too much. I did
believe she was nervous. But she was too innocent, too naive, to be as
nervous or as concerned as she needed to be. Frank was going to
attempt to seduce her. It was that simple. This was a set-up for him
to attempt to rip off her clothes and fill her virgin cunt with his
cock. I don't think an exquisitely beautiful Chinese girl was capable
of picturing such raw lust, and I feared that made her vulnerable.

I didn't know Frank's exact plan. And, I didn't know where Frank was
going to get the money to pay her, but the stage was set.

* * * * *
"No! No! Absolutely not!" The look on David's face clearly showed
suspicion, outrage, and fear.

"Why not?" Huni's voice was sweetly unconcerned.

I told them I was going to go get some water. The three of us were
studying in the library when Huni told her boyfriend of her new
modeling gig. I got up, but went to the next study room. I pressed my
ear to the wall, and listened to the argument.

"Huni, I know Frank. He's a weasel. He's just doing it to get pictures of you."

"I know. That's what modeling is for." Her innocent, accented Chinese
voice. So like a trusting little girl's.

"Huni, that's not what I mean." David explained. "He wants pictures of
you because you're beautiful, because he wants to..." He hung stopped.
David knew how uncomfortable Huni was with any kind of sexual
discussion. He didn't want to say, "masturbate with them."

Huni continued, "If he thinks I'm beautiful, then it makes sense. Why
would he want to use somebody ugly to model his tops?"

I couldn't see David, but I felt his frustration. The worst part was,
he knew, as did I, that Frank's father was a genuine photographer. He
had a studio and everything. That made Frank's story hard to disprove,
for David anyway. I could go in there. I could go in and say to Huni,
"Frank plans to try to fuck you." But I didn't.

The evening ended quite sourly. David forbade Huni from modeling, She
grew enraged and stormed off. When I went back into the room, David
seemed desperately worried. He asked me what he should do. Part of me
wanted to tell him. Part of me wanted to say, "protect your girlfriend
form that shark. He wants to hump her."

"Let her do it." is what I said. "It's just tops. It's not worth fighting over."

* * * * *

"Give me twenty-five bucks." Frank said to me the next day before class.

"What for?"

"To pay Huni. I promised her twenty-five bucks."

"What? Why would I give you the money, you're the one trying to fuck her!"

"Because, you will be getting a service in return."

What did he mean? I was confused by his comment.

"In my dad's studio, we have a changing room..." He smiled slyly.
"With some `special' glass for a mirror. We have a number of
attractive ladies come in for pictures. A number of attractive ladies
who have to undress. For twenty-five bucks, I'll let you be on the
other side of that mirror."

My heart was pounding from the moment he said "undress." Huni was
going to be molding tops. That meant, she had to take them off! Frank
was offering me a chance to see her, to see her breasts. I surmised
she would be wearing a bra, but so what? I could see Huni, her
delicate shoulders... bare. Her slender arms... bare. Her flat, smooth
stomach... bare. And the curved, wonderful contours of her full,
incredible breasts. Not bare, but snugly held by a tender, feminine
bra that would reveal her cleavage and much of their shape.

I handed Frank the money.

"One more thing..." he said.

"What?"

"Can you bring me some of your girlfriend's tops?"

I hadn't thought of that. Where was Frank going to get the clothes for
her to model?

"Um, yeah, I guess." Could I get them out? "I'd have to take some she
doesn't wear much."

"That's fine." Frank said. "It really doesn't matter what she wears,
does it? And besides, this isn't going to be a one time deal. It's
going to take several `sessions.' to work her up."

The bastard was devious, I had to give him that. But was I any better?
Frank couldn't be doing this without me. He needed me. I should have
felt like a bastard myself. But I was feeling too hot, too excited to
question my character. I was going to see that sweet, pure, achingly
beautiful Chinese girl unbutton her shirt, and remove it. I was going
to see her breasts bounce firmly in he bra, and then be covered up
again with the buttoning of a new shirt. I couldn't wait.

* * * * *

I was already in position when Huni arrived. Frank had led me behind a
wall to a dark corridor that ran behind the changing room. He brought
a flashlight with him to find the way, explaining that I should never
turn on any light while behind the glass or Huni might be able to see
it. I wasn't surprised to see a video camera atop a tripod shooting
directly through the glass. "You should see some of the chicks we've
got with this thing." he said proudly. I didn't care who he had gotten
before, or who he was getting later. I just wanted Huni.

So I waited, anxiously awaiting the opening of that door and the
entrance of the fair goddess. I fiddled momentarily with the camera,
and felt let down the viewfinder was black and white. Frank had a
bar-type stool to sit on, so one could see through the glass without
standing.

I heard the shutting of a door from the main studio. It was barely
audible, and I couldn't hear any conversation. But I guessed she was
here! Who else could it be?

I was caught off guard as the door to the changing room opened. I
immediately recognized Huni's silhouette. She was carrying the duffel
bag I brought, which contained the wardrobe I had picked inside. She
turned on the switch.

Oh God, she was in the top! She was in that white, body hugging top I
had seen her in once before! I sprang out of my chair, moving closer
to the glass. Huni set the duffel bag on the floor, then stepped to
the mirror. I instinctively stepped back, afraid she might see me
somehow. She didn't. She examined her face, her wonderful face, as I
examined her breasts. Oh yes, I could see the contour of her bra once
again. The shirt made it opaque, but couldn't hide it completely. She
was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans shorts with it that seemed to grip
her smooth, dark-skinned legs with affection. Her make-up was
impeccable, with full red lips and perfectly shadowed eyes. I don't
think she had ever looked more sexy. I looked again at her chest,
thinking to myself, "I'll see more of you later."

Huni stepped out of the room, ready for his first session. Evidently,
Frank was as pleased her current attire as I and was going to take
pictures of her in her current top. I would have to get some prints of
those! Originally, I had planned to sit by the mirror the entire time,
but I couldn't be without the sight of her. I fumbled my way down the
corridor, hoping not to make any noise that would alert her to my
presence. I carefully poked my head around the wall, and watched as
Frank started snapping pictures.

He had her pose simply. She nervously smiled and followed his
suggestions. He took several of her standing normally, then suggested
she lift her hair. I watched in delight as her hands pulled up the
luxurious strands, raising her breasts as she did, raising her top
from her waist as she did. Frank walked over to her after a few shots,
and rubbed her shoulder. He congratulated her on a good job so far,
and told her to put on another top.

Huni headed for the changing room. I nearly stumbled as I turned. I
had to beat here there! I had to be there when she unbuttoned that
top! Of all else, that top! It seemed to take an infinity to make my
way down the corridor. I couldn't live with myself if I made it to the
glass, only to find her buttoning up her new top.

I made it to the glass, and anxiously looked in. Huni was looking at
the mirror, still in the top. Thank God.

I watched her, wondering what she was doing Then I realized she was
re-enacting her poses. She tried her smiles, testing to see how well
her beauty was functioning. She lifted her hair, turning her head
slightly from side-to-side. I looked at her raised chest, and felt
complete admiration as they lowered back to their normal position when
she lowered her arms.

My breath caught as she brought her hands to the first button. I
remembered I hadn't started the camera, but I didn't care I was
standing in front of it anyway. I couldn't see this electronically. I
couldn't see this in black-and-white. I need to see her with my own
eyes. I need to see the glorious color of her Asian skin as her hands
worked down to each button of that top.

One was undone. Two were undone. Three were undone. The fourth swelled
my cock as her unobstructed bra came into view. I leaned forward
against the wall. I need something to apply pressure to my penis as
she worked her way don. The top opened with angelic triumph. I was
looking at her chest. Her Asian skin was exactly as I had imagined.
Soft. Brown. Creamy. I could see each sculpting bend of light from her
shoulders to her cleavage. The satiny white cups dutifully covered her
breasts, but added to their beauty. Huni stepped away from the mirror
and towards her bag. My entire body ached to touch her. To feel her.
To continue her undress.

She leaned down to the bag. I bit my lip hard as her breasts dangled
from her leaning upper body. The bra held them firm, but not
motionless. She pulled out a new top, then removed the one she had on.
Every inch of nakedness was sunning. Her shoulders, her back, her
stomach. I longed to see the inches that were covered... her breasts,
her hips, her cunt.

A knock came at the door. "Are you all right in there?"

Huni turned quickly, and draped the new blouse over her chest. "I'll
be out in a minute!" she squeaked nervously. I smiled at the sight.
She wouldn't expose herself like this willingly. It then dawned on
me... even David hadn't seen this. Only two people in all the word had
seen Huni in a bra. Herself, and me.

There were three more tops. Three more times she came in, undressed in
front of me, and bounded back out to be photographed. I taped her. I
taped her bare chest each time she unbuttoned her blouse and
unwittingly exposed herself. I watched her, and occasionally looked at
the viewfinder to make sure she was properly framed. During the photo
taking, I snuck out to watch. I was surprised by the restraint Frank
showed. He touched her, but without threatening her. He talked to her,
but without innuendo. They made jokes, laughed with each other, and
had a basically normal evening. I didn't really expect this. I figured
Frank would play his hand right away and drive Huni out of there in a
desperate rush. I started to wonder if he could succeed.

Frank came to the viewing area after Huni left, eager to find out what
I had seen. I told him simply, "It was the most beautiful, feminine
experience I have ever had."

"Did you see her tits?"

Frank was a bit more blunt in his appreciation. I explained to him
that she was wearing a bra, which she never had need to take off.

"Don't worry, we'll work on that! And her pussy, too! I bet you can't
wait to see her cute little Asian cunt!" The mere thought of it made
me weak. I didn't know what his plan was, but I knew I was helpless to
resist it. I had no other objective in life. Homework didn't matter.
Graduation didn't matter. My current relationship didn't matter. All I
wanted as to see Huni completely nude. But worse than that... I wanted
to see her getting fucked. I couldn't do it, because she was my
friend's girlfriend and I had my own girlfriend. Even if David could
do it, I wouldn't get to see it. No, Frank was becoming my only hope
at seeing her squirm and moan with virgin-taking penetration.

I guess David called her exactly when he got home from work. He had
wanted to go with her, but his hours were the same every week, and he
couldn't get the night off. Frank had asked me about that
specifically, and I gave him the information. Huni was being exposed
when she was most vulnerable, when no one could protect her. Not
David, and not me.

After calling Huni, David called me. I could hear the grating distrust
in his voice. It was steeped in concern and jealousy. I told him Huni
was his girlfriend. That she could take care of herself. That this was
a good opportunity for her. And that it was over. I knew it wasn't
over, but it eased his mind. For now, anyway.

Huni was quite buoyant in class the next day. She eagerly talked to
both Frank and I, and thanked Frank for the opportunity. Repeatedly.
She was practically begging, without asking directly, to do another
session. Frank played it so cool. I wanted to yell out, "Please come
back and bare your chest to me again!" but I bit my tongue. Class
ended, and the three of us headed outside.

Frank now played into her eager hand. "Hey, Huni, do you think you
might have any interest in doing some more modeling?"

She perked up instantly. "That would be great! I would really like
that. How many more tops do you have?"

"Oh, I don't have any more tops. I have a line of skirts I need photos
of. Does that sound ok?"

"Sure, that's fine!"

I instantly knew what was happening. What this meant. I was going to
get to see her in panties! I was going to get to see her long, slender
legs and her wonderfully thin waist covered by nothing more than a
small V-shaped piece of clothing.

"Here..." Frank said... "Let me get an idea of your waist." I couldn't
believe my eyes as Huni stood in place, and Frank placed his hands on
her hips. I knew he couldn't get any kind of measurement from her. He
was testing her, testing her trust. Huni didn't flinch as moved his
hands over her stomach. She giggled as he turned her around, his eyes
squarely on her ass. Then he looked at me, with a knowing, scheming
look. I looked at Huni's ass, noticing the trace of a panty line
underneath her shorts. Soon, those shorts wouldn't be in the way.

Our attention was disrupted by the appearance of David. I could
instantly see the anger that scowled his face. Frank still had his
hands on Huni, but let go as she saw David approach.

"Hey." Huni was the only one who addressed him at first. A flat,
meaningless hello.

"Well, see you guys later." Frank headed off in the opposite direction
from David, no doubt wearing a huge smile.

David took Huni by the arm, and walked her a few feet away.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked her sternly.

"What? With Frank? He was measuring me."

"Measuring you! With his hands? Sounds like he was sizing you up. Or
feeling you up for that matter!"

"Don't be ridiculous, David. He's just a friend. I'm modeling for him again."

"What?!! No, Huni, please no! I don't want you hanging around that guy!"

"Why not? He's really nice!"

"Huni, please. "He took her hands into his. "He only seems nice. The
guy is an asshole."

"Why are you acting this way? I'm just trying to make some money."

"Huni, this guy can't be trusted. He wants... he..." David stammered
on how to express his fears.

"What? What does he want?" I couldn't see Huni's face, but I imagined
her face grew livid with anger at what he was implying.

"He wants to have sex with you."

Huni pulled her hands from his and stormed off. David followed her. "I
can't believe you would think that! And say that!" she said.

"Huni! Listen to me!" The two disappeared from view. I felt sorry for
David. He knew the truth, and had no one to believe him. Huni was so
blind to the truth, that I feared she would become a victim to it. I
was the only one who could solve the situation.

But I had to see her in panties.

David called me later that night. I guess he and Huni managed to have
a calm talk once he found her. He asked me if I thought he was being
ridiculous for suspecting Frank. I told him a little. After all, Huni
wasn't having sex with him, so why would she with Frank? She could
take care of herself, I told him, even if Frank was interested in her
sexually.

He had apologized to Huni, but still held his fear. He told her she
was so beautiful, and that other guys had to think so, too. And that
guys wanted to have sex with her. He nearly got himself in trouble
with that when she asked if he felt that way. David said yes, he did
want to make love to her. But he would wait until she was ready. Huni
assured him nothing was going on. She was doing it for some extra
cash. Still, David was uneasy.

When David had to work next, the second session was arranged. As
expected, of course. Frank would have no part of David coming to the
studio.

I couldn't believe how entrenched I was becoming in this. Frank had
come to me, asking me to get some of my girlfriend's skirts. Or, he
suggested, I could buy her wardrobe specifically. It didn't have to
fir perfectly, just well enough for the pictures.

What was I doing? Why was I not only giving Frank the twenty-five
dollars to pay Huni but also forking over my credit card to pay for
five skirts? I couldn't believe it, but couldn't resist it. I had
complete control over what she would wear. I wanted to start her off
slow. The first three were similar business-type mini-skirts. The
fourth, and I hoped she would wear this, was black leather. The fifth,
and I really doubted she would wear this, was hot pink spandex. It
would barely cover her crotch. But just imagining her in it was enough
to convince me to chance it.

Frank seemed please with my selection. "These pictures will be fucking
hot!" he joyously exclaimed.

"Just one condition." I asked. "Please, please, ask her to change her top too."

"Ah, a bra-and-panties man? No problem, my friend. No problem."

I watched the tape of Huni for hours when I was at home. I played it,
re-wound it, and played it again. I knew I was in trouble. I preferred
watching Huni take of her top and expose her breasts in a bra to
calling up my girlfriend an fucking her. I preferred watching a tape
of this Chinese girl and masturbating to actually having intercourse
with another woman. And I knew it would get worse. Tomorrow, I would
have her in panties.

She came in shorts again, with a simple, blue shirt. I watched from
around the wall as Frank gave her a quick hug. She didn't seem to mind
it, and he pointed her to the dressing room. "I have them in order."
he said. "Take the top one first. And oh, put on that red blouse from
the other day."

Huni came into the room. I had learned the dark corridor by now, and
had no trouble making it back in time. Huni stepped over to the table
Frank has set up, and found the stack of skirts. She plucked the first
one off and held it to her waist. She came to the mirror, possibly
just to see how she looked, and possible to see how much leg it would
show. But she was in shorts, so she was already comfortable showing
leg. She went back to the table, and leafed through the remaining
skirts. She froze. And I knew why.

Huni lifted the hot-pink miniskirt from the pile. She eyed it against
the light, noting how short it was. She looked around, from
nervousness and not from the fear someone would see her. I could
imagine her thoughts. Dare she put on something so sexy? Her shorts
were short, but this... this was almost slutty.

She stepped over to the glass, and held it to her waist. Then, without
hesitation and catching me completely by surprise, she dropped her
shorts. That quickly, she was in panties. That quickly, I was seeing
her in a thin pair of small, white panties.

I dropped to my knees. I scooted up to the glass as she pulled the
skirt up her legs. It was still so tight on her. So tight on that
incredibly thin waist. Huni twisted a few times in the mirror,
checking herself out. And then, oh and then, she placed her hand
between her legs. She felt herself. She was testing the length of the
skirt, and how much room for error she had before she would expose her
pussy. There wasn't much. She leaned back, and her the tip of her
panties came into view. She bent over as she watched her reflection,
again letting those panties spring into view.

I realized my tongue was out. I was pressed against the glass, only a
foot or so from her, desperately wanting to life my tongue up that
skirt and feel her underwear upon it. I wanted to taste her, lick her,
stimulate her. But this damn glass was in the way.

Huni did me another treat and pulled down the skirt. And then, glory
to God, she took off her shirt. I took but a moment to make sure the
camera was till running, that it was catching the beauty of my life
naked, except for that bra and those panties. She went or the first
skirt, and re dressed herself. I had to wait a moment before going to
watch. I could barely move...

Frank was stepping up his game. After he shot, he complimented her on
her look, and gave her arm a squeeze. I was in absolute awe of her.
Each pose, each smile, each position seemed sexier and more beautiful
than the last. Frank snapped pictures at a torrid pace, evidently
venting his frustrations for her through the clicking of his finger.
Before long, Huni was ready for her next change.

I was absolute adrenaline as I stood in that dark hall, watching the
empty mirror. I felt my lust as its own being inside me, nearly
bursting through my skin when Huni appeared in the dressing room. How
casually she unbuttoned her blouse. How wonderfully she stared blankly
at the wall as her hands exposed more and more of her bra-covered
chest. I could watch that girl undress herself forever. The simple
change from a skirt and top to bra and panties was alluring,
captivating and satisfying. Oh God, the gentle brush of her hair
falling across those round, tender breasts held so eloquently in those
fragile cups. The ripples that formed in the satin panties as her body
moved. Ohh, the complete, agonizing wonder of seeing her slip a few
fingers under the strap, pulling it off her body to adjust the press
of those panties against her flesh. Each one of her movements captured
sexuality at its purest. I loved everything she did, and longed for
everything she suggested.

And what sight could be more ultimate, more essential, than of her
thin, Asian, dark-skinned body leaning over while facing me? Those
wonderful, precious breasts drooping in those lacy cups and forming a
long cleavage wedged between two firm, tear-drop shaped breasts. And
when facing the other way... the taut, triangular shape of those satin
panties suggesting the round shape of her hips and buttocks. And that
tender, pink, smooth pussy delicately underneath.

Yet each sight made me want more. Each undress was majesty in itself,
but offered the promise of more. In stages I had seen her legs, her
bra through her shirt, then her bra, and now her panties. Now it was
simple. I had to see her nude. I had to see her breasts, her nipples,
and her cunt. I had to see her ass, and the wonderful way her nude
body jiggle as jostled as she moved. Frank had already planned this,
probably, but now I knew what had to be done. She could model tops and
skirts no longer. She couldn't model shorts and she couldn't model
pants. She had to model bras. And she had to model panties. Then...
then... she would be nude. Was it possible? Could it happen. Could I
see her body, fully and completely naked?

I hoped it could happen, but feared what I would want next if it did.

Frank asked Huni out for dinner after the shoot. It was the least he
could do, he said, to repay her for her help. She was quick to say yes
with an innocence and ignorance that made her all the sweeter. I had
almost forgot his plan. While I was scheming to see her undress, he
was scheming to fuck her. I wanted to see her breasts. He wanted to
suck them. I wanted to see her pussy, he wanted to fuck it. I was
starting to feel jealous. A part of me wanted to leap out and expose
him. But I waited for Huni to change back to her original clothes. I
called him over, almost frightened.

"Is it.. is it tonight?" I asked. Somehow, I wondered if he already
knew the magic button. The thing to say or the thing to do that would
seduce her.

"No. Not tonight. But soon! Real soon, I'm going to be ripping that
virgin cunt! I can't wait!"

I watched as Huni came out of the room, and let him put his arm around
her. He led her outside, to his car. But to me, he was leading her to
his bed. One thing in particular made me feel this way.

Huni was in hot-pink spandex.

I didn't need to be there to know what happened that night. Most of
it, I could have guessed. But Frank was happy to fill me in on the
specific details. Frank took her to a restaurant, but ordered
carry-out. They went to the park, where he spread out a blanket and
arranged the food. They sat on the ground, where Huni couldn't hide
the view up her skirt. She didn't seem to notice, or at least mind,
that Frank could see between her legs. He praised her, complimented
her. Told her how wonderful she was in front of the camera. And then
really set his trap.

What girl doesn't want to be beautiful? And what girl doesn't want to
be recognized as beautiful? Frank told her of his belief she was
destined to be a model. He said the shots that he had of her so far
were incredible, and that an agent he knew was interested. Huni
blushed and glowed with the news. She easily drank his promises of
money and possible fame. She drank of his praise as easily as she
drank the champagne he had brought. What did she have to do, she
asked. What would it take.

Frank was sly. He was cautious. He cleverly turned his own wants into
those of another. The agent was interested he said, but wanted some
special shots. Some shots of her in lingerie. Frank told me how her
eyes fell, and how she became a little nervous. He continued to
explain that it was up to her, and that he wouldn't push her to do
anything she didn't want to. She might still get to be a model, it
would just be more difficult.

Huni could have resisted if she had some help. If she had someone to
warn her of what was happening. She at least mustered the comment,
"David wouldn't like that." but was countered by Frank with, "Don't
tell him. Once you're a success, then I'm sure he'll love it!" She
then wondered where such pictures would have to be taken, and how many
people would be there. "We can take them at my place." Frank said.
"Only I will be there." And the trust he had built was enough. Huni
said yes.

I was in motion again, now to buy lingerie. Frank had bettered my
plan. Instead of bra and panties, I could see Huni in any outfit I
wanted. Outfits taht would require complete disrobing. Outfits that
would bare her body to me, completely naked an glorious. And when the
outfit went on, she would be, perhaps, even more exciting. And to top
if off, Frank added a set. Instead of simpe, backdrops, he brought his
bed from home. It as a full-sized bed, covered in a red satiny sheet
and purple pillows. This is where Huni would be. This, was where she
would model.

I don't know how clearly I describe the feeling and arousal of seeing
Huni strip down to her bra and panties, knowing she wasn't done. She
was so nervous to out on the black teddy I had bought for her. She
looked so fragile through the glass. So timid. If only she knew I was
there! But then she wouldn't have continued. The bra came unclasped.
So easily, so without worry. She opened it and slid it off in so quick
a motion.

I saw her breasts. Her wonderful, Chinese breasts with her tiny brown
nipples and dark flesh. I wanted to cry. I could feel the tears in my
eyes as I witnessed so pure a sight of beauty. And ahe wasn't done! A
smooth, quick motion brought thos epanties down. Her breasts jiggled.
her foot stumbled. Her thin, dark bush sprung into view.

Huni discarded her undergarments and stood completely bare, completely
vulnerable for a time that my mind now used to define eternity. She
looked at herslf, as if her own eyes had to witness the absolute
stunning body that stretech beneath them.

These sessions I had to watch. Each moemnt my eyes were off her,I
could feel my life slip away. I was addicted to the sight of her.
Enchanted by the presence of her. And aroused by the position of her.

Frank started her off with the same basic poses she had grown to know.
Again, she became comfortable and at ease. Again, Frank moved to the
next step of his plan. For the first time, he had music in the
background. It was classical. It wasn't loud, but easily heard.

"Huni, I think these shots are coming out well, but, if you're
willing, I'd like to try something different."

"Ok. What is it?"

"Well, lingerie photos require the woman to be more... sexy... if you
will. To look like she's in the mood."

"Oh." The words brought fear to her again. The fear of acting sexy, or
the fear of NOT KNOWING HOW to act sexy I wasn't sure.

"Don't get me wrong, I think you look very sexy. But you look so nice.
So pure. I want you look like..." Frank looked to be searching for
words.

"Like what?" Huni asked.

"Like... you're about to make love."

Huni froze."You mean have sex?'

"Yes."

"I don't know... I don't know if I can do that."

"I'll help you."

Frank walked over to Huni. He took her hand, and gently brought it to
her chest. "Like this..." Huni started blankly as Frank moved her own
fingers up and down her cleavage.

"Look at the camera..." he was again so smooth. So casual.

Huni looked at the camera.

"Imagine it's the perfect man. The man of your dreams, right here in
front of you. He is yours, and you are his." Huni opened her lips.
"You can feel him -- through your own touch. It's his hand touching
you. His fingers touching you. Like this..."

Frank took her hands, and slid them down and over her body. Huni
watched as she felt her own palms caress her hips, her thighs, and her
legs.

I had to sit down. It was incredible.

Frank stepped back, and again worked the camera. "Just like that,
Huni. Just like that."

She continued the actions he taught her. She moved her hands down her
arms, and up her legs.

"Move, Huni, move. Move with the music, move with his touch..."

Huni move don the bed. She seemed in a slow dance with herself.
Touching herself, feleing herself. Her hands moved across her body,
even across her breasts. He rfce smiled enticingly, and warmly.

The procedure lasted for several more inredible outfits. Frank
encouraged her to play with the clothes, opening up her chest, hiking
the silk up her legs. Bending over, flashing pnties underneath. With
each new step, with each new outfit and move, Huni seemd to seduce
herself. In the time I had know her, I could never picture her
aroused. Now I could, and I could barely control myself.

The fourth session ended. It was the last outfit. Huni sat on the bed
as Frank appeared to gather his gear. He was close to her, very close.
He said something that I couldn't hear. Then, he said it louder, this
time I did hear.

"Huni..."

"Yes?" her voice sounded weak, almost exasperated.

Frank leaned in lose to her, still looking at the camera. "I want to do a nude."

Huni caught her breath. She froze with absolute rigidness.

Frank noticed she didn't reply. He turned to her, and took her hands
into his. "Huni, I know it's a big step. I know it's asking a lot."

"Frank, I can't. I can't!"

"Huni..." his voice was soothing, reassuring. "My contact really likes
you. He thinks you have so much potential. But he has a lot of girls
ot choose from, most of whom pose nude. I hate to tell you this, but I
think you'll get left behind."

"Frank, I don't want to. I really don't want to."

He stroked her hair. "Huni, do you trust me?"

She squeaked out a "Yes."

He kissed her forhead. "Then believe me. If my contact likes what he
sees, he says you're in. And I have a feeling, as I'm sure you do,
that he is going to REALLY like what he sees."

"But Frank. I've -- I've never been naked in front of someone, never
in front of a man."

"Not even David?" he knew the answer. He was playing ignorant.

"No. David and I... we don't have sex. I'm a traditional girl."

"Ok, Huni. I don't want to force it on you."

"Will you be mad?"

"No. Just disappointed for you. Your'e a really beautiful girl, Huni.
Really beautiful. You could be as famous as any model around. Consider
this, though, Huni. You really seem to like modeling. I think it helps
you discover who you are. And I think you like what you've found,
despite any conflicts with your traditions. People have different
points of view, Huni, that doesn't make this wrong. It doesn't make
posing nude wrong."

Huni stood silently. Frank rubbed her shoulders. "I just... would feel so..."

"Exposed? Open? vulnerable? I tell you what. If it will help. I'll
take off my clothes, too."

"But I'm the one in the picture!"

"How's this. I'll get in the picture with you. My contact won't mind.
We'll use the camera timer."

Frank took off his shirt. "See? it's ok. You don't have to be afraid."
He reached for her bra, Huni stepped back "Just try this. You don't
have to take off all your clothes. Just your bra. That might be enough
for my client. If not, then you can decide if you want to pose
completely nude or not."

Huni still didn't respond. Frank stepped to her, and placed his hand
on her bra, on the clasp. Huni didn't speak, but she didn't move,
either. "Take off the bra..." he whispered soothingly. He turned his
fingers, and the clasp came undone. Frank peeled back the right cup,
then the left. Huni was bare-breasted.

"You are so beautiful." He said.

Huni stood nervously as Frank peeled the starp down her left shoulder.
She looked down at her own, exposed breasts. It wasn't so bad, she
seemed to think. The fullness of her breasts were exposed. Her
circular, brown nipples were visible. It's not like she hadn't been
naked before. Just never in front of someone.

Huni let down the right strap, and Frank took the bra from her. I
couldn't see from my position, but I was sure her breasts were covered
in goosebumps. Frank stepepd to the camera, and set the timer. Huni
folded her arms across her nipples, as if she didn't want to be
exposed for anything but the click of the camera. Frank stepped back
to her, as bare-chested as she was. He took her arms down, then put
his across her shoulder. The camera clicked.

"There, that wasn't so bad. Now wait, it will go again." A moment
passed, then a second click. She looked stiif at first, toally uneasy.
But slowly Frank coached her and comforted her. Slowly she began to
smile, and resumed posing. She lifted her head, she leaned over, she
reste don the bed sideways. Frank was gone from the pictures, but she
didn't care. She obeyed him, and performed for him. Each clicked built
her confidence and comfort.

"Look sexy." He said. "Like you were doing before..."

Huni melted me with her faces, her looks and her smiles. She was
exquiste. Bare-chested and innocent, sexy and wonderful.

"Touch them. "Frank said. "Play with them."

She responded. She squeezed and pulled them. Petted themand massaged
them. I didn't know how Frank could take it. He was right in front of
her. No glass. No barriers. I could see her eyes. She was aroused. As
much as she might try to deny it, she was bringling pleasure to her
body. All her pent-up little girl urges were starting to break
through. I wondered how long before the panties came off. And, how
long until Frank would win. I knew now he was going to. He was going
to fuck Huni.

Frank took the camera in hand, placing it right against her nipple. A
click whirred. "How's my little model like that shot?' he asked. He
took another against her breast, and then another. He moved the camera
across her body, Huni giggled as the cold lens pressed against her
bare flesh. "Quit it!" she cried. But because it tickled, not because
it offended. Frank moved it between her legs. Huni shrieked as it
pushed against her cunt. Instantly, her legs closed, breaking the
camera from Frank's grasp.

She sat up on her knees, triumphant in her smile. The camera was
buried between her tightly pressed legs. "What are you going to do
now?" she asked as she locked her hands over panties.

Frank was at no loss for creativity in front of the beautiful,
bare-breasted Asian. He promply recahed out, and squeezed Huni's right
nipple. "Ouch!" she shrieked. But it was a fun shriek. Frank reached
for the other one. Huni wanted to protect herself, but still guarded
the camera. Her breasts flapped to the side as she tried to dodge his
pinching fingers. But here he succeeded. Huni squealed again, and sat
there helpless as Frank fondled her breasts for several seconds.
Finally, she lifted her hands to defend herself. She fell right into
Frank's trap. He broke her grasp easily, and plunged a hand down
between her legs. Huni REALLY squealed, but pressed her legs tighter.

Frank laughed as she squirmed on the bed. She fell to her back,
shrieking and laughing as Frank tickled her. I couldn't see where
exactly he was touching, but I knew it wasn't her legs, and it
certainly wasn't the camera he was in no rush to retrieve. Huni
wriggled with the touch to her pussy.

Frank moved his free hand to her waist, and griiped the strap of her panties.

Huni froze, and then quickly grabbed Frank's hand. . "No!" she said in
near exhaustion.

The room was instantly quiet. Frank had tried to go too far, and now
they sat on the bed, wondering if their play had been broken. Frank
pulled his hand from between her legs, then slid both up her stomach,
over her breasts, and to her hand. Then, he moved upward, bringing her
up with him.

Frank held her at arms length. The two looked into each other's eyes.
Frank pulled her to him. In all my watching. In all my sightings of
her body and her beautiful, naked breasts, I never dreamt of
experiencing this. I had been inches away from her, but always
separated by glass. Now, Huni's breasts were touching Frank.

Nipple-to-nipple they stood, staring into each others eyes, sensing
each others heartbeats. Huni's breasts were softly indetned against
him. Their fresh nakedness seemed to absorb the sexual lust, intent,
and energy from Frank's body. God, she was beautiful! Her beautiful
Asian body , so firm and toned. Naked except for a pair of red silk
panties.

The camera had long stopped clicking, it was out of film. Yet the two
remained together in a sexual press.

She was powerless now. Frank had awoken sensations and tinglings in
her body that had waited years to surface. All her heart, all her
mind, and all her culture were no match for surging feeling inside her
and the inexperience to handle it. I think in those moments Huni
expected to lose her virginity. In the subconscious rush, she realized
what her boyfriend had warned her about. What he was so afraid of. I
think she knew by now she wasn't exposing herself to be a model, she
was exposing herself to be a lover.

David had warned her about hFrank. He had so prophetically realized
Frank's desire for sex with her. At this moment, Huni felt some
remores. And she felt some guilt. But mostly, she felt the pleasure of
feeling her panties slide down her legs.

Frank had moved slowly and confidently. He slowly went to his knees,
and allowed his hands to slide to her waist. He didn't look up at her,
he simply lifted the two straps from her hips, and moved her panties
down. I could here Huni's breath, even from my distance. She was
scared, yet captivated.

Any last-ditch efforts to brush Frank off were quickly aborbed by the
hot womanly pleasure that shot through her as Frank pressed his tongue
to her cunt. Her jaw dropped, and her breath stuttered as she felt her
first wave of sexual contact. A kiss, she could have broken from. A
caress of a breast, she could have stepped away from. But a soft,
curling, sliding touch to the heart of her feminine soul was
irresistable. It was going to happen. Frank was going to take her
virginity.

He worked his tongue inside her. I watched as her nipples grew hard
and erect, and her body froze with uncertainty. She didn't know what
to do. She didn't know how to act. Except for slight, uncontrollable
gyrations of her hips, she was absolutely frozen. She started low,
accidental moans. Each builing wave of pleasure caught her off guard,
and the shock was vocalized.

Her voice was so sweet, so pure in its sexual energy. Huni's sexual
rhythm had no history, no pattern. Frank's flicking of her clitoris
was like flicking her voice as well. I never heard anything so
wonderful, so erotic, so maddening. At that moment I would have given
anything to be Frank. I wanted to be with her, to take her into orgasm
for the firts time. But I stood by the wall, not even realizing at
first I was humping it was watched.

I caught half of Frank's smile as he gently pushed her onto the bed.
Huni fell onto the sheets, her legs and arms open. Her cunt offered to
Frank, and visible to me. I expected Frank to savor each treasure of
her body for hours. But I guess the lust and frustration of watching
her prance and pose all these times was too much. He had been waiting
for this desperately. He pulled off his pants and underwear, and I saw
the tip of his rigid cock from my angle. The cock that would pentrate
Huni. The cock that would make her a woman.

He decended on her in a mad rush.

"Uhhh!" Huni shrieked as his penis jammed into her. She just lay
there, taking his thrusts with shrieks of a pain she had never know,
but somehow didn't want to end. Frank ripped her, tore her, and
pounded her with jack hammering hips. He fucked her as hard as he
could, with absolutely no control. I couldn't blame him.

I could see Huni's breasts bouncing incredibly up and down her chest.
I wondered what was going through her mind. All I could think of was,
"I'm fucking. I'm fucking. I'm fucking."

Frank looked possessed. `Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" he yelled
driving into her with deep, long humps. Huni screamed with each one,
her pitch changing with a rise and fall. Part of me still couldn't
believe what I was seeing. Huni was having sex. She was having sex,
and it was because of me. But it wasn't WITH me! If I hadn't taken
this bet. If I hadn't given Frank the money. If I hadn't bought her
outfits. I had seen her naked, but as I watched her tiny frame
bouncing up and down on the bed, her lips quivering, her eyes
fluttering, her mouth moaning....

Huni was having sex. Frank was fucking her. I watched his cock move
inside her, out of her, and back in again. Her moans seemed like
tears. His cock was hurting her as it rammed into her cunt. But she
took it. She took his fucking.

Huni was fucking. Huni was fucking Frank.

What had I done?

Frank squeezed her breasts, and the extra touch of her put him ove
rthe edge. A few more plunging thrusts, then he seized up as his body
exploded a healthy dose of sperm into her. I watched the deep
mini-humps his body forced in her, knowing each drop of semen was
going inside her.

It was done. That quickly I was out another hundred bucks. That
quickly Huni was no longer a virgin. She had fucked. She had been
fucked.

What had I done?

* * * * *

Frank slid off of Huni, whose breathing sounded much like whimpering.
I listened intently, wondering how she would react now that the deed
was done. Wondering if she would come to tears, or even anger. Or...
maybe she would throw herself hungrily at Frank again.

Huni was so still. I could see the glistening moisture of her pussy,
and the heaving of her chest.

"I had sex." A simple, potent understanding Frank looked at her. "I
had sex." she said again. Frank took her hand. "WE had sex." he
corrected. She seemed so stunned, so sure that the world around her
was going to crumble, or that some unknown vigilant force would come
to punish her for accepting Frank's cock. Of course, nothing happened.
No sound was made except for their breathing and the rustle of the
sheets.

Huni was glowing. The sweat glistened and gleamed on her body . Her
body was telling of her pleasures and sensations she had no words for.
At once she felt satisfaction and an incredible curiosity to explore
the world she had just entered.

"Can I see your penis?"

Frank smiled. He slid onto her naked body, kissing and licking her
breasts as he did. He sat on her chest, placing his knees at her
sides. He propped up his semi - hard cock like a trophy for his queen.
I couldn't actually see it, but I saw Huni's eyes widen with interest.
She was seeing her first penis up close. She was seeing the shaft that
penetrated her, and the head that exploded inside her. She nervously
reached to touch it, stopped, then brushed it slowly with her fingers.
She didn't even look at Frank anymore, just his penis. Whether she saw
it as a source of great pleasure, an anatomical curiosity, or even a
pet I don't know. But I could tell by her eyes, she was going to let
it inside her again.

"Put it in your mouth." Huni now looked at him. "taste it." he
instructed. Huni leaned forward as far as se could. Frank moved up,
blocking my view of her lips. But I could see her hand moving it
follow is request. Then, a few slight sucking sounds broke the
silence, followed by several low groans from Frank. I'm sure she
wasn't doing much more than kissing, and possibly licking the tip, but
Huni was giving her first head. She was tasting her first sperm.

Frank held out as long a he could, then pulled himself from Huni's
inexperienced mouth. In time, she would have been able to make him
cum. Or maybe even if he hadn't already filled her with most of his
sperm. But Frank needed her cunt again. He needed to hump her again.
And even then, I knew he wouldn't have his fill of fucking her. I
didn't know if anyone could ever get their fill of fucking her. Huni
was the kind of woman you could love a lifetime.

Huni's new familiarity with Frank's cock wasn't enough to keep her
from wincing and squealing as he pushed it into her again. She didn't
know to moan a "Yes!" She didn't know to scream "Oh, God!" The sounds,
those delicate Chinese sounds, that escaped her lips were of pure
sexual delight. An expression of bursting pleasure in her vagina that
sought escape from her body, tingling her fingers, arms, and nipples
and finally finding strength in her gasping moans.

Her fingers clenched the sheets. Her toes curled in ecstasy. In time,
she would learn to let go. She would learn to excite her body and mind
with thoughts, words, and actions. For all this was, I knew it
wouldn't be near the sensation that awaited her with her first orgasm.

* * * * *

Things really didn't change much after that day. Huni continued to go
over Frank's when David was busy. She continued to dress herself in
everything from bikinis to hot pants to teddies. I continued to watch
as Frank slid off, peeled off, and ripped off the clothing covering
the bare, feminine beauty underneath. He fucked her, again and again
and again. Every single drop of his sperm shot inside her or onto her.
Huni practiced her oral technique, and started to learn to suck his
bulging cock and take it deep into her throat.

And she never said a word to David. To him, the modeling was over. He
dated his girlfriend, abided by her wishes for a platonic
relationship, and dreamed of the day he could make love to her. The
day he could take her virginity from her. The day that now could never
happen.

I guess it was about three weeks of that before anything changed. In
class, Huni was as friendly to me as ever, as unaware of my knowledge
of her body as ever. She talked with Frank, giggled at his jokes, but
never let on she was taking his cock. I had long paid Frank my hundred
bucks, and now had long suffered an oppressive guilt as I watched her
be his lover.

I didn't go to the studio anymore. As much as I loved seeing Huni in
any naked, sexual position I could imagine, I didn't want to see her
with Frank. I knew it was a matter of time before David found out.
Soon, his life would be absolutely shattered when he discovered his
deep, true fear of Huni's modeling for Frank was proven true.

But something happened to surprise me. I had some studying to do, so I
decided to head to the library. It was late, and I wondered if I was
the only one in the building. I studied for about an hour when I
needed a walk to stretch my legs. I walked around the floor, noting
how empty and lifeless it seemed. Except for one small, feint, crying
voice. I turned a corner.

It was Huni.

She was alone, huddled in one of the study rooms with her head in her
hands. Something was wrong. I didn't know what, but something was
definitely wrong. I went to her.

She was hesitant to tell me anything at first. She just sat there,
covering her face and telling me it was nothing. Finally, I was able
to get her to look up at me. I'm her friend, I told her. A friend she
could trust. I knew it wasn't true, but maybe she didn't.

She wiped her eyes, leaned back in her chair, and pulled off her
jacket. She was in the top. Once again, I knew I was a bastard. I knew
I was as bad as Frank. This fragile, desperate Chinese girl needed
someone, and I was wondering how to hide my hard on.

"Frank has found another model." she told me.

My mind wanted to yell, "That fucking bastard!" But I had to act as if
I didn't know. "So?" I asked. "What does that mean?" I knew what it
meant. Frank found a new chick to try to fuck.

Huni sobbed, and told me she wasn't going to be a model. That Frank
had broken his promises to her, and that he had lied to her. I think
she now realized there was no contact. There was no chance at fame.
There was lust, and a chance to fuck her. A chance that she turned
into certainty.

"It's ok, Huni, really. You can still be a model if you want to!
You're beautiful! Frank was nobody! He was nothing to you!" Except her
first.

Huni cried some more, unable to form words for a few minutes. I knew
the betrayal she felt. After all, I co-created it. I gave it life, and
conspired with Frank just so I could see her body. I knew everything,
and yet could say nothing. How could I tell her what had happened? How
could I confess to setting her up, and costing her virginity?

"It's not like you were sleeping with him." I don't know what made me
say that. A desperate sentence to feign my innocence I guess. Huni
looked at me, and burst into tears.

Now I knew. I couldn't show it before, but her reaction was enough to
enlighten anybody. Right then and there, Huni told me without words
she had shared her body with Frank. That she had made love, fucked,
screwed, humped, and had sex with a guy. A guy that wasn't David.

"Oh, Huni..." I said, and offered a hug.

She fell into my arms, and I held her tight. I felt tears come to my
eyes, as I felt the betrayal full force in my heart. I had screwed
this girl. I had fucked her. Not in the physical sense I so longed
for, but in the mental sense I so despised. I had seen her undress. I
had seen her in a bra, and in her panties. I had seen her bare
breasts, and her equally bare pussy. But at what cost? Her virginity.
Her innocence. Her trust. So was so beautiful, so wonderful. I could
smell the scent of her hair as she held me tightly. I could feel her
chest heaving against. Her chest... that top...

Huni was resting against me. I felt the softness of her hair against
my chin. I felt her arms on my sides. I felt the slight shift in her
weight with each heave of breath. I wondered if she could sense my
racing heartbeat. She felt so soft, she smelled so sweet. I sensed her
emotion, I sensed her need. At that moment, I felt her body and soul.

She felt my erection.

She looked up at me, her eyes damp with tears and full of shock. Here
was my friend's girl, hurt and vulnerable. So magnificently pretty and
trusting. So hurt, alone, and vulnerable. And wondering why I was
aroused.

I was responsible for her fucking. She was no longer a virgin because
I paid a man to dress her in lingerie and fuck her. She had been
fucked, purely. He had no love for her. He put his dick in her because
of her beauty, her body, and her virgin pussy. I wanted to do it for
love.

I moved my lips to hers. I kissed her. My lips lightly pressed against
hers, then moved gently across her mouth. Huni stopped her whimpering,
and looked at me with those trusting eyes. Had I groped her breast,
she could have pulled away. Had I reached for her cunt, she would have
jumped away. But I kissed her, something I had never seen Frank do.
But because I was soft, because I was tender, and because I showed
emotion, she was helpless. I looked down the length of her body,
noting the feminine curves of her chest, her super thin waist, and her
bare, slender legs emerging from the jeans shorts. And that top. Those
wonderful, pert breasts awaiting beneath that tight, white top.

Huni leaned back, and started undoing the buttons. For the first time
tonight, she smiled. She was going to feel beautiful, loved, and
wanted again. She was to be idolized, revered, and admired again. Her
shirt fell from her chest, and I moved my open hand to her right
breast. So soft... so perfect. My heart d inside me. My cock pulsed
with fire. Huni would no comfort by sharing her body. I would know
fulfillment. She unclasped her bra and stuck out her chest, offering
me her beauty. I closed my mouth on her sweet right nipple, nursing at
it like a desperate child. I played and fondled with her left breast
as I tasted her. The unfortunate parts of my body that weren't
touching her lost feeling. She must have seen the tears in my eyes.
The tears of joy that welled from happiness. I was going to fuck her.
I was going to fuck Huni.

We slid out of my chair down to the floor. I tasted her hair as it
fell between my mouth and her breast. I could smell her. I could hear
the salivating squish of my tongue on her flesh. Her thin frame seemed
barely wider than my face. My entire body was burning with want. Her
name... Huni... circled my thoughts and caressed my feeling. There was
no glass between us now. Her body... my body... meeting together in
sexual nakedness. No more watching. It was time for fucking.

Our arms tangled as we both worked to free the top from completely
from her body . Though I was more interested in experiencing the
warmth I felt between the smooth fabric and her skin. Despite the fact
the was now sexually active, despite the fact she had felt the hard
slamming of a cock inside her, she still seemed like a lost, innocent
girl as she sat in front of me. Her face showed so much need, so much
longing, and so much curiosity. We looked at each other for a moment
as I slowly ran my fingers between her breasts. She closed her eyes
and moaned softly as I tickled her right nipple with a slow, circular
motion. She took my hand, not to reprimand it, but to bring my fingers
to her mouth. She kissed each fingertip, and took the tickling one
into her mouth, whether to taste herself or reward its efforts I
wasn't sure.

Huni slid lower, and moved her hand to my zipper. I arched as I felt
her touch e there. Huni's delicate hand was on me... on my cock. I
slid backwards a bit, resting against the wall and giving her easy
access. My zipper came down, and Huni slipped her spread palm into my
jeans. I cried out as I felt her touch through my underwear. Me
erection extended past the band, and her slow stroking touched the
naked tip. My cocked flared with anticipation, my hips twitched in a
combination if lust and despair.

Huni's soft hair cascaded across my hips, preceding her lips that
kissed the naked portion of my cock. My hands moved to her head,
caressing the silky hair as she pulled my underwear down and covered
more of my cock with her sweet kisses. She worked my clothes down, and
my erection sprung straight up. She lightly rubbed her fingers against
it, examining it as if she wanted to compare notes between it and the
only other penis she had ever known. Then in a quick motion, her head
went down, plunging herself onto my cock.

Huni was giving me head! Her wet, warm mouth was sucking at the
length, bobbing up and down with her still developing skill. I
couldn't believe the sight of my cock in her mouth. This was how it
was supposed to be. I was to be Huni's first lover. I was to be the
first one to disrobe her, and the first one to orgasm into her virgin
pussy. Not David, and certainly not Frank.

She wasn't jerking me off. Her lips and tongue were all she used. She
licked, kissed and sucked me as if she was enjoying an oversize ice
cream cone. Sometimes, it bounced away from her, but she giggled, and
eventually got it back in her mouth. I knew I didn't have long to last
with the touch of her lips, the brush of her hair, and the tickling of
her naked breasts all against my cock.

But I needed to feel her cunt. I needed to hump her. I needed to cum
in her pussy. I reached down, and started to pull her towards me. Her
body rested against me. My cock pressed warmly against her chest, and
slid silkily down her breasts and abdomen as she lifted towards me.
Her naked breasts pressed against my still clothed upper body. My
naked penis pressed against her still clothed pussy. I moved my hands
to her bare legs, tickling the backs of her legs under her jeans
shorts. We kissed slowly, almost nervously, a I worked my hands
between us and unbuttoned her shorts. Huni lifted her body an inch off
mine, allowing me to pull the denim down her slender legs. I couldn't
see her panties yet. I struggled to get a look, to see what silken
garment was clinging to her womanly area. Huni reached back to work
her shorts the rest of the way down her legs. She turned her body,
allowing me to see down the length of her body.

She wasn't wearing panties.

I don't know exactly how to explain it. But seeing that she wasn't
wearing any underwear, that she was discovering the pleasures of sex
and the experimentation with her own body, kicked me into unconscious
lust. I had to fuck her. I had to fuck her right then. I looked at
her, then fell onto her, pinning her beneath me. My cock found its way
easily, and pushed deep within her. Huni's voice cracked as I began
humping steadily..

I could feel all of her. All of her beauty. All of her flesh. All of
her breasts, cunt, and nudity. I could feel her sapling sexuality, and
the woman that had been held back for so long. I could feel my want of
her, my months-old want and the final scream of relief that my body
felt. I had seen her tightly dressed, and wanted to fuck her. I had
seen her undress, and wanted to fuck her. I had seen her have sex, and
wanted to fuck her. At last, I was fucking her.

Her pussy was tight. I looked down at my penetrating penis. God, her
hips seemed barely wider than my shaft. Her hips seemed to tremble as
they took me inside her. My cock glistened with her juice, and pumped
inside her without my control. I realized my incessant fucking had
caused us to slide across the floor. I was starting to bang Huni's
head against the wall. I pulled out of her, and felt the cold air wash
against my penis. I needed to be back in her, quickly. I lifted her to
her feet, then bent her over the study table. Huni leaned against it,
her ass rising invitingly into the air. I molded my self to her shape,
and again found the entrance inside her.

My hands roamed across her tits as I resumed my fucking. Our
collective moans rose without inhibition. If anyone was in the
library, I'm sure they heard us. But it didn't matter. It didn't
matter if David himself came in. I was fucking Huni.

I came in her. In an orgasm of almost excruciating sensation I
released my sperm inside her. It felt wet, wonderful, and warm. I
caressed her body as my hips humped slower into her.

"Huni... Huni... Oh, Huni..." I whispered into her ear. I had done it.
I had sexual intercourse with this beautiful Chinese girl. Her nude
body was still under me. We kissed. We smiled. We felt each other. We
let ourselves return to the floor, feeling the warmth and heartbeat of
each other's bodies. Then, we made love again.

So, there were was a thing I could have prevented. The bet. The entire
set-up that took a young, attractive, Chinese girl from a traditional,
moral person into the world of sexual intercourse. The bet that cost
my friend the chance to share a special moment with the girl he loved:
the losing of her virginity. I suppose the guilt from that is what
lead me to do what I did next. Not the fucking of Huni myself, not the
ramming of my own cock into her, but the treatment I gave her after.

She was my friend's girlfriend. And though I lusted for her wanted
her, and desperately needed to have her, I still knew that. Now, I had
achieved what I wanted. Now, I was a bastard but what I did, and not
what I prevented. I told her to stay away.

For the second time, Huni had been rejected. She broke into tears when
I told her I couldn't be with her again, that we couldn't share
anything. She was Dave's girlfriend, and I couldn't steal her from
him. I guess I could fuck her, but not take her.

I didn't see any of them for along time. Frank I avoided out of
hatred. David and Huni I avoided out of guilt. Out of all this, I had
forgotten about my girlfriend. I owed her guilt as well. Nobody knew
hat had happened, at least not the whole truth, but me. So now my life
was reduced to watching my tapes of Huni, remembering what it was like
to touch her, and then fucking my real girlfriend.

I discovered some time later that Huni and David had broken up. I
don't think she ever wanted him, despite all the love he had to give
her. I don't know, maybe she did. But David would have nothing to do
with her. He would have nothing to do with the beautiful Chinese girl
he had so loved. Not with her, and not with the baby she carried in
her womb. Huni was pregnant. I still don't know who the father is,
Frank or me. In either case, the child's destiny seems to be set. It
is a bastard.

Movie Stars

2005-08-23T03:57:00.000-07:00

After six months of bribing customs officials and shipping clerks,
paying off crooked cops and narrowly avoiding jail, I had had enough.
I was working for a fat Australian lowlife named Fitz who ran a sleazy
import-export business in Hong Kong. I had been making good money
working for him, but I decided it wasn't worth risking five years in
prison for, and I was waiting in his office to tell him so.

Finally Fitz walked in with a videocassette in his hand. "What's all
this I hear about you wanting to leave us?"

"You heard right Fitz. I'm leaving for the States tomorrow. "

"A fellow in Japan just signed a deal with me for a series of porno
videos, schoolgirl stuff. I thought you might want to help out."

I shook my head. Fitz popped the videotape he had in his hand into a
VCR and sat down behind his desk. "That's too bad, " Fitz said,
turning on the TV across the room with the remote. "You're a good
looking kid........... Got a good sized dick on you too. " I looked at
him in surprise.

Fitz laughed and pointed at the TV screen. The tape had started
playing and to my shock I saw myself and a woman in the bedroom of my
apartment. It took me a minute to realise - there had been a video
camera hidden behind a mirror on the wall. Fitz had arranged the
apartment for me, and I figured he had hidden the camera before I had
moved in.

"Good stuff, Mate " Chuckled Fitz, watching the TV screen. The woman I
had been with was a cute little Japan Air stewardess I had met on one
of my many flights between Hong Kong and Japan. We got to talking on
the plane, met later that day for lunch, and wound up that evening,
well, the tape showed it all. I was laying on my back on the bed and
the stewardess, I forget her name, was sitting upright on top of me,
bouncing up and down on my dick.

"I'm glad you like my work, Fitz, but I'm leaving. Find someone else."

He hit the fast forward button. "We'll see about that, Chum. " He
stopped the tape at a different section showing me with another girl.
She was the daughter of a street vendor who worked outside my
building. Young, with long shiny black hair, I had thought she had a
crush on me, smiling sweetly at me whenever I passed by. This was
confirmed by the videotape, which showed her slowly and gently working
her small mouth up and down my big erection.

"You've got a way with the young ladies, Kid " Fitz said.

It dawned on me where he was going with this. "Hey, she was eighteen.
If you're thinking of.............. "

"She's sixteen, lover boy. I checked. If the cops get a hold of this
tape, you being a foreigner and all......... " He had me.

"Look Fitz, what exactly do you want out of me?"

"My partners want real Japanese schoolgirls. You know the country, the
language. I give you a camcorder, you fly to Japan and make a half
hour tape. You and two girls, young ones. Send the tape to me and our
business dealings will be finished."

Which is how I found myself strolling by an Osaka high school just as
classes were letting out. There were plenty to choose from, cute young
girls in white blouses, short blue plaid skirts, penny loafers or
white tennis shoes and white ankle socks, and I just had to find a
couple in a playful mood. Waiting for a traffic light, two prospects
walked up along side me, one about five feet tall, skinny, long gangly
arms and legs and long hair half way down her back, the other shorter,
with a rounder face and shoulder length hair.

"Are you girls going to the arcade?" I asked. Surprised momentarily
that I could speak Japanese, the taller one finally answered, "No, I
wish we could. We both must work after school."

"That's too bad - you have to work to make spending money, but don't
have any time to enjoy it." they both nodded, smiling. They were both
looking up at me and I had a feeling they liked the way I looked. They
both seemed friendly and outgoing, so I decided to make my move.

"Girls as pretty as you two shouldn't be working, you should be models
or movie stars or something." They both enthusiastically talked about
how they wanted to be movie stars and how they had considered quitting
school and going to Tokyo to try and break into the movie business. I
convinced them to skip work, telling them how much money they could
make letting me take a few pictures of them, and telling them about
all the movie people I knew in Hollywood. We sat talking in a cafe,
and I felt they were taking a liking to me. Like Fitz said, I have a
way with the young ladies.

I leaned forward and asked the girls, with a nice smile on my face,
"Have either of you ever seen a porno movie before?" The girls looked
at each other and giggled.

Finally the taller one, who I learned was named Hiromi, spoke up. "My
brother has one, and we watched it once."

Miho, the other girl, said laughing, "It was terrible, the things they
made the girl do." They both dissolved into giggles at the memory of
it.

"Well, it's not so terrible if you really like the guy, is it?"

They both shrugged shyly and said, "No, I guess not."

They were both looking at me when they said it, and I knew I had my
two leading ladies. They took a little convincing; I agreed to pay
them both 50,000 Yen, it would just be me and them, no one else, and
it would just take half an hour. Miho was a little reluctant, but
Hiromi excitedly talked about all the things they could buy with the
money, and how they could quit their jobs and have fun for a change,
and Miho finally caved in. I could make the tape that afternoon, Fed
Ex it to Fitz, and be on a plane to the States the next morning.

We took a taxi to my hotel, and when we were in the room I gave each
girl a Coke from the mini bar. Both girls had their hair parted in the
center and combed straight down the sides and were wearing light pink
lipstick, so, to make them look younger, I instructed them to fix each
others hair, in two pony tails for Miho's shorter hair and in a single
pigtail for Hiromi's longer hair, and to wipe off their lipstick. I
didn't know exactly how old they were, but made up this way, in their
school uniforms, they looked fourteen or fifteen. "OK girls, you'll be
sitting on the bed in your uniforms, reading, and I'll walk out of the
shower, naked. You act surprised. I'll walk over to you and show you
what to do. OK? " They both nodded obediently.

The room was a little dark, so as I got undressed, I told the girls to
turn on all the lights and open the curtains a bit. They finished
their task and turned around, and when they caught sight of me with my
big erection poking out, looked at each other for a second, then,
covering their mouths and noses with both hands, started giggling
uncontrollably. I took a sip of Coke and stood there a minute to let
them get it out of their system.

"I am sorry, " Hiromi finally gasped, "It is just so big!" More giggling.

I set up the cameras, one on the bed and one on the door to the
bathroom and Hiromi and Miho, who had finally calmed down, sat on the
bed as I had instructed. I went into the bathroom and then came out,
drying myself with a towel. They looked up from their books, put their
hands over their mouths and opened their eyes very wide. I walked over
to them and put Hiromi's hand on my dick. Hiromi was quite a girl -
friendly, smiling, flirty, so I decided to start with her. I stood in
front of the girls showing them how to stroke my dick, and Hiromi
caught on quickly, using long, smooth strokes along the entire length,
then giving Miho instruction and encouragement on how to do it. When I
told them how good it felt it really encouraged them - they gripped my
erection more tightly and stroked it more quickly.

After a few minutes I said, "It would feel even better if you sucked
on it with your mouth, Hiromi." She smiled bashfully and looked a
little hesitant. I took one of her fingers in my mouth and showed her
how to do it. Sitting on the edge of the bed in front of me, her first
attempts were rather tentative, bobbing her head up and down on just
the very tip of my dick, so I put my hand on the back of her head and
gently pushed it onto my big erection. "Just relax your tongue and
throat muscles."

She gradually got more and more of my long shaft in her mouth, and,
hearing my groans of pleasure, got more enthusiastic. Working her
mouth up and down on my dick, she was a little jerky and awkward, but
seeing as she was just a young schoolgirl, wearing her white blouse,
short blue skirt, brown loafers with white ankle socks, I figured
viewers of the tape would forgive her. When Hiromi's jaw got tired,
she pushed my dick over to Miho, and instructed Miho just as I had
instructed her. Hiromi got a little pushy showing Miho how to do it,
so I calmed her down and told Miho to take her time, take it little by
little. After a few minutes, she could take almost as much of my dick
in her mouth as Hiromi.

I had half an hour of tape to fill, so after about ten minutes of the
girls trading blowjob duties I turned the TV to MTV and told Hiromi to
dance and do a strip for me. I lay back on the bed and had Miho kick
off her shoes and cuddle up next to me, and stroke my dick. It was a
rather obscene sight, Miho's skinny arm, very thin wrist and pale,
delicate little hand pumping up and down on my big, red, throbbing,
blue veined erect penis. Hiromi danced, shyly and giggly, at the foot
of the bed, unbuttoning her blouse, slipping off her shoes, then her
socks, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall slowly to the floor,
then hooking her thumbs into her white cotton panties, slowly and
shyly pulling them off. Skinny, long legged, with little tits that
were already developing nicely, she was gorgeous. Her nipples were a
little surprising, big, quarter sized, and lighter pink than most
Asian girls.

When Hiromi was totally nude I had her hop up on the bed next to me
and told Miho to do a strip for me. Without prompting, and with a
devilish grin on her face, Hiromi leaned down and started sucking my
dick, and I moved her pigtail to the other side of her face so the
camera would get a better view. I took a look over at Miho when she
had stripped down completely. Shorter and curvier than Hiromi, she
still had a very petite and delicate little body, with tits just
starting to develop.

"Now you do it to him!" Giggled Hiromi, motioning Miho to join us on
the bed, holding the base of my dick as Miho hopped up on the bed and
started working her mouth up and down the head and upper part of the
shaft. Then the girls started having fun pushing my dick down and
seeing it boing back up. After about twenty minutes of having these
two naughty little schoolgirls playing with it, my erection was
throbbing and pounding, stiffer and bigger than it had ever been, like
a car tire with twice the recommended air pressure in it. Even though
I was far too large for the girls, I figured Fitz expected me to screw
them, and honestly, I felt I would go insane if I didn't shove my dick
in one of them, so I decided to test the girls to see which one would
have the best chance at taking at least some of my throbbing erection.
"OK girls, lie back and let's see you poke one of your fingers up
inside yourself. " After some bashful shyness and giggling resistance,
Hiromi complied, squeezing her middle finger in her tight little
pussy, then encouraging Miho to do the same.

"Can either of you push two fingers in there?" I asked. They looked at
each other, bit their lips and attempted the deed. Hiromi managed
fairly easily, But little Miho had some difficulty squeezing them both
in.

"How about three, Hiromi " Again, she managed, with only slightly more
difficulty.

"You must do that to yourself sometimes." She blushed and looked down
at the bed.

"OK Hiromi, I'll lie on my back and you sit on top of me and see how
much of my penis you can get inside of you. Miho, you hold onto it and
help guide it into her. "

I lay back with my hands behind my head and took in the show. I told
them it might be easier with some spit on it, so both girls obediently
filled their cupped hands with saliva and rubbed it up and down the
shaft and all over the head. With Miho carefully aiming my dick,
Hiromi lowered herself onto it, gasping and squealing as the head
penetrated her, the pitch of her voice getting higher as I gently
thrust my hips to try and get enough of my erection into her to get a
good pumping motion going, but in this position she couldn't take much
more than the head. After about half an hour of these two young girls
teasing and torturing my dick, I couldn't take any more. I sat up in
the bed, clasped Hiromi's naked little body against my own, got up on
my knees and laid her on her back in front of me, with her legs in the
air.

"Sorry if this hurts a little, Hiromi " I said as I grabbed her hips
and lifted them up slightly and spread my knees apart to bring me down
to her level. She was wet from all our horseplay and I had a couple of
drops of pre-cum oozing out, and when they mingled in the entrance to
Hiromi's innocent little virgin pussy it helped, but only a little. I
grabbed hold of her shoulders and squeezed myself in her, pushing
harder than I really should have, till I was two or three inches in
her. Her eyes were tightly shut and her mouth open, gasping for air.

"Please...... I think you are hurting her, " Miho said anxiously, but
you could have put a gun to my head and I couldn't have stopped. It
took longer than I thought it would, but after about two minutes of
pumping little Hiromi I felt my orgasm building, so I let go of her
shoulders, pulled my dick out of her, and, after a few seconds of
stroking it with my hand, unleashed a torrent of cum all over the
delicate little girl. Jet after jet, long powerful squirts, more than
I had ever put out before, coated the poor girl's stomach, chest and
face with my slippery, slimy semen.

The assault on Hiromi's virginity was rather brutal, I admit, but it
might have actually had a beneficial effect, getting the girls to stay
in school and give up their dream of movie stardom. They were good
girls, just dreamers and a little naive, and I think Miho, and
especially Hiromi, sore and covered in my cum, had had enough of being
in front of a camera for a while.

Olangapo Massage School

2005-08-23T03:56:00.000-07:00

I had finished my 20-year stint in the U.S. Navy at Subic Bay navy
base in the Philippines as an E-7 electronics technician. During my
navy career I had slowly earned master's degrees in both public
administration and software engineering at night school, fully paid
for by Uncle Sam. Always a careful planner, I worked things so that I
kept my security clearance when I retired. A friendly DOD
sub-contractor installing a new computerized payroll system for the
local Filipino employees working at Subic Bay hired me to work out
some bugs that were allowing crooked supervisors to collect the
salaries of "ghost" employees. I would come cheaper than bringing over
an expert from the United States who, furthermore, might not be
familiar with the Navy's way of doing things. And with my Navy
pension, commissary and PX cards, ration card, and FPO privileges in
addition to the salary that I earned from the contractor, I was living
a very comfortable lifestyle. Plus I had some other clandestine
sources of income, not to mention how cheap everything in the P.I.,
was.

I was living off base on the local economy, living in my deceased
father's spacious wooden kampong-style house with modern plumbing in
the outskirts of Olangapo that I had grown up in, from the age of 12.
If you are not familiar with Olangapo it is a bustling city that had
grown up outside of Subic Bay to support the Filipino communities that
daily works on base but can not live there. It also provides a wide
variety of legitimate and not-so-legitimate entertainment facilities
for off-duty Americans. My father had also retired from the Navy in
the Philippines. That's how I happened to be raised up there.

My house was up on stilts to take advantage of the sea breezes and
secluded from the road so that no one could see in the windows. I
arranged for watchmen through the local police station to provide
security. And to keep them honest I got a German shepherd. So I was
free to walk about the house in the nude as I pleased without having
to worry about offending the neighbors.

I was by then in a more or less mutually exclusive (more so for her,
less so for me) relationship with Estralita, a mamasan who worked in
one of the many bars in Olangapo's red light district, just outside of
the main gate of Subic Bay Naval Base. It just happened to be the bar
that I owned in my Filapina step-mother's name for legal purposes.
Estralita sat at the till and looked after three or four dozen bar
girls who were mostly far from their original home villages, really
acting more as their big sister in a hard world than as their boss.

As is common with many of the bar girls that worked in Olangapo,
Estralita was constantly getting never ending requests from her
relatives up in Luzon' s northernmost province of Ilacos Norte to send
money. Olangapo was on the southern end of the Luzon. Two or three
times a year here would be a typhoon and it always seemed to manage to
swing the Ilacos Norte. In its aftermath the roof would need to be
repaired or replaced. There were earthquakes. Floods. Did I mention
the volcano? Besides one natural disaster after another there were
more mundane problems. The engine in Dad' s Jeepney needed a major
overhaul. Grandma was sick and needed an expensive medicine. Or nephew
needed cash for his school fees. Their families were always hitting
the bar girls up for money for one thing after another.

Now I paid for all of our living expenses, but that and only that.
Estralita knew better than to ask me for money to send back to her
folks in the village. What she did with the money she earned as
manager of the bar, and from getting a small percentage of the "bar
fines" that sailors paid to take the girls out of the bar prior to
closing time was her own business. But I was not going to ever start
supporting her extended family.

So she cast about, always looking for new ways to earn extra money. Of
course getting a regular or part-time job as a store clerk or other
form of legitimate employment was out of the question for a former bar
girl. You needed a clean police certificate and several more years of
schooling than Estralita had had. And I wasn't too amused by her
suggestion that she be allowed to turn an occasional trick to bring in
extra cash. I reminded her how easily she could be replaced with
someone half her age.

So, finally she came up with a most agreeable idea. She would teach
sensual massage to girls fresh in from the kampong. They would each
pay her about $100 dollars for fifteen hours of training and
afterwards she could use her contacts to get them a good job in one of
the many massage parlors that operated in Olangapo. Without proof of
satisfactory prior experience as a masseuse you couldn't earn much
money starting out. But with a recommendation from Estralita, the girl
could earn quite a bit more money from their first day. And earn more
money in higher tips from better-satisfied customers. Money that would
no doubt be soon sent back home.

I agreed to Estralita's suggestion. She had spent several years
working in massage parlors and her magic fingers often relaxed my
tired muscles after a long day of sitting in front of a computer
keyboard. I had even paid to have a special massage table built and
placed in one of the spare bedrooms in our house. Its top was
waist-high to her and its frame was strongly built with thick
cross-braces to support two people with ease without the slightest
wobble. I enjoyed having Estralita sit on my back as she massaged my
neck muscles. Both of us would be nude and the feel of her pubic hair
against my skin on my butt as she rhythmically rocked back and forth,
was a sensuous prelude to the lovemaking that would always come soon
afterwards.

So the course was to be fifteen hours of hands on instruction, two
students at a time. Three hours a day of a practical, hands-on working
knowledge transfer of skills, starting on a Monday and finishing on
the following Friday. There would be very little theory and no
chalkboard talk. On Monday, the first day, Estralita herself would
actually give each girl a massage so that they could get a quick
"feel" for what they were going to be learning. Then Tuesday through
Friday, each day's lesson would cover different parts of the body.
Tuesday would be the arms, neck and shoulders, and back. Wednesday the
butt and back of the legs and the feet. Thursday the head, chest and
abdomen, and the front of the legs. And Friday would cover finishing
the massage to be followed by a "final exam". The two students would
each take two half-hour turns each day as they learned the various
strokes and different techniques that they would use in their
profession. And then they would both practice on me for an hour each
day for the concluding hour of each day's class as a demonstration of
what they had learned and to reinforce their fledgling skills.

It had happened that I was able to schedule myself the entire week
off, so I was going to be able to watch at first hand the inaugural
training regimen. I would be able to offer Estralita suggestions on
massage technique from the male point of view. For an hour each day
they could practice each what they had learned on me. And I of course
I volunteered to be the "subject" of the final exam on Friday. To
verify that the student was fully prepared to be turned loose on the
horny sailors and marines who - pockets full of cash - would be turned
loose on liberty on Olangapo whenever a navy ship pulled into Subic
Bay after having been on station at sea for several months. I hoped
that those guys would appreciate the sacrifices that I was going to
make to ensure that they had the most satisfactory massage experience
possible. Nothing but the best for Uncle Sam's finest.

The first two students were named Maria and Conchita. Maria was from
the island of Ilo Ilo and Conchita was from the island of Cebu.
Neither had yet reached the age of twenty. They had become close
friends after each had come to Olangapo the year before, seeking
escape from the grinding poverty of their remote mountain village. And
for rural girls the bright lights and hustle and bustle of Olangapo
were both lots more exciting than they were used to and at the same it
offered them their only hope of a better life.

Not a perfect life - or one that didn't require hard choices and
compromises -- but still a better one than the one that they would
otherwise experience if they had remained where they were born.
Currently, they were waitresses at the bar Estralita managed, living
on their meager salaries and the occasional tip. They were sharing a
small windowless room with two other girls, above the bar. And after
they sent a monthly amount back home to their families that didn't
leave them much money to live on. So they were looking to earn some
extra money, but neither one was willing to go the barfine route. Not
just yet, anyway.

As a regular patron of the bar I had often seen both of the girls over
the past year, and I knew how much that their families were depending
on the small amount of money that they were able to send back. So much
so that the families didn't question too closely the origin of the
funds, taking the two girls at their word when they said that they
were sales clerks in a department store, the usual explanation that
bar girls gave to questions about their source of their livelihood.

Working in a massage parlor offered them the chance to regularly earn
some more money without requiring a wholesale capitulation of their
virtue. As Maria said about the prospect of giving her customers "hand
relief", "Well, if my hand is naughty, that is just my hand and not
the rest of my body." A somewhat naive attitude, perhaps, but I had
heard the same sentiment expressed by more than one masseuse.

I was with Estralita at a booth in the bar when she and the girls
pragmatically discussed the work that, as masseuses, they were going
to getting themselves into. What was going to be expected of them.
What was going to be asked of them, and the choices that they would
have to make as they weighed their financial needs against their
planned course of action. And we talked about the training that they
would be undergoing to prepare them to become fully proficient
masseuses. They were a bit nonplussed as parts of the planned
curriculum were discussed. They had no idea that things would be
moving so far so fast. But I was satisfied that at least they
understood what they were going to be doing. And that they had few
fairy tale illusions. Not that I cared.

So that Monday afternoon the two girls arrived for their first lesson.
I had spent the morning puttering around the house. I was looking
forward to seeing how the class went. And since they were each going
to get a massage to being able to see more of the two girls than was
revealed by the miniscule uniform that they wore each night in the
bar, a crop top with logo of the bar and short shorts. And then I
would be letting them see more of me when it was their turn to give me
a massage. Eventually 3 o'clock came and they arrived leaving their
shoes outside the front door as they entered, as was the custom in the
Philippines.

Physically there was quite a bit of difference between the two of
them. Maria was short and had a voluptuous figure with a dusky skin
complexion. Lusciously ripe was the best way to describe her.
Conchita, on the other hand, who as I have previously said was a
Cebuano, was taller and more slender with a fairer complexion. She had
a much more classic beauty. And while Maria filled out her crop top to
almost overflowing, Conchita's small hard nipples on the tips of her
modestly endowed chest always poked against the cloth top
oh-so-nicely, calling attention to themselves in their own way.

Of course they were a little shy about getting undressed for their
massages in my presence. But Estralita quickly reminded them that
maidenly modesty was one of the first things that had to be sacrificed
if they were going to be working in a massage parlor. And since 'Lita
had already received their full cash payment in advance there was
nothing for them to do but to fully go along with her instructions,
especially if they wanted her to give them a good recommendation.

She gave each of them a large towel and told them to go behind a woven
bamboo privacy screen that we had setup in the corner of "classroom".
They were told to take off their clothes, including their bras. Lita
said that they could leave their panties on "for today". After a short
while they came out each with a towel securely wrapped around their
torso.

Maria was the first one to receive a massage. She carefully arranged
herself face down on the massage table before she loosened the towel.
Her full breasts were flattened underneath the weight of her body and
were sticking out some small distance on each side of her. Lita took
the bottom edge of the towel and pulled it carefully down Maria's body
so that her back and legs were covered. She then placed another towel
over the top half of Maria's prone body, letting its edges fall down
to cover the sides of her torso.

Lita then proceeded to begin the massage. For this massage experience
she didn't want to distract her students on their first day with
concerns about what parts of their bodies were being exposed or how
they were being touched. There would be time later in the week to deal
with that problem. Rome wasn't built in a day. So the massage that she
gave them was through the towels that covered their bodies. She kept
them draped with two or three towels at all times. And she didn't use
any oil or powder. That was more than a little frustrating for me, but
I knew that eventually, my turn would come. Let them get used to the
idea of my being around bit by bit.

As Lita worked on their bodies she explained what she was doing in
Tagalog, their national language. Conchita stood across the table from
Lita watching her and I sat nearby in a comfortable armchair,
pretending to be more interested in reading the Stars and Stripes
newspaper. Though I am fairly fluent in Tagalog I found that I could
follow a lot of what Lita was saying. Besides explaining the different
kinds of strokes that she was using, she was telling them of different
experiences that she had had as a masseuse, preparing the two girls
for their new employment.

When she finished with back of Maria's body Lita paused and looked
pointedly at me. I took that as my cue to nonchalantly look out the
window while Maria turned over. When I turned back after a couple of
moments Maria had the towels modestly rearranged on her body. Lita
continued massaging Maria from head to foot through the towels. And
then after a short diet cola break it was Conchita's turn to receive
her massage while Maria watched and learned. Afterwards the two girls
hurried behind the screen to get back into their clothes.

Then it was my turn. I had gone into our bedroom to undress and I
re-entered the massage room wearing only a towel wrapped around my
waist. I saw the nervous expressions on the two girls' faces as I
asked them if they were ready for the next part of their training.
Shyly they nodded yes. 'Lita was by then long used to my oft-exercised
streak of exhibitionism. She watched impassively as I took off my
towel and stood before the two young girls. Though not yet in all my
glory, for I was only partially erect that first time. I wanted to
keep things under control, to proceed according to the schedule that I
had worked out. Not to rush things, to let everything slowly build up
to a climatic finale.

Even though they were they were half expecting my action in suddenly
removing my towel in front of them, I was pleased to see that they
couldn't control their eyes from automatically glancing downwards.
Human nature is not to be denied. Actually, I was doing the girls a
favor. I was given them as accurate an idea as possible what they were
going to be dealing with when they began to work in a massage parlor.
And, besides, I had verified with Lita that neither of the girls were
virgins. Not that I really cared one way or the other.

I then climbed up upon table and laid face downwards. I casually
reached down underneath my body to shift my half-erect penis so that
it was tucked upwards out of the way. Lita gave one of the girls a
folded hand towel to place under my forehead, while she covered my
mid-section with a towel. Then with one girl standing on each side of
the table they proceeded to start my massage. Maria took
responsibility for the right half of my body, while Conchita did the
same for the left.

My first day's massage was just a quick once over, back and front. No
oil (my favorite) or powder was used. And when it came time for them
to massage my buttocks they did so as they themselves had received
their massages, through the covering towel. It was definitely not the
way that I would have done things had I been in complete charge, but I
could afford to be patient. I had made plans that would take a little
while longer to come to fruition.

Then came one of my favorite parts of the massage. Back completed the
tap on the bottom indicating that it was time to turn over. Then the
slight lifting of the towel so that it didn't get twisted under my
body as I ever so casually rolled over. Looking at the girl's face to
see the movement of her eyes as my genitals first came into view.
Would she pretend not to look? Nonchalantly take it in? Or would she
perhaps smile or crack a friendly, well-worn joke, "Looks like
somebody is having a good time." Or, perhaps, "What a cheeky fellow!"
Or, "Some dirty birdy wants to come out and play." So many different
possibilities. And I enjoyed them all.

But 'Lita knew my ways and quickly adjusted the towel so that it was
always in loose contact with my body as it rolled over underneath it.
No fun for me this time. And so the front side of my body was
massaged, while a studied indifference was paid to my partial erection
as it served as a tilted tent pole, underneath the towel. That first
time the girls did not massage as close to my genitals as they would
later on. It was to be expected.

When the girls finished with my front, I remained lying down and
relaxed as they gathered their things and left the house. I was
comfortably relaxed and in no hurry. Estralita came back into the room
and pretended to scold me for trying to take advantage of the girls,
"Show a little restraint!" If I scared away the girls with my
exhibitionism how was she to earn the money that her family needed?
But I knew that Lita understood what the unspoken rules were. So, I
let her have her say. My turn to have fun would come.

That afternoon and again that night I gave Estralita and our mattress
springs an especially thorough work out.

* * * * *

The next day the girls were back at 3 p.m. This time they were going
to have to endure a little more bodily exposure in front of me, as
they progressed towards that goal of theirs, of becoming first-rate
masseuses. But, for now, they were allowed once again to keep their
panties on. And their cute little bottoms were to be once again
covered with a towel. But this time there was no towel covering their
backs as they lay down on the massage table. The sides of their
breasts were going to be out there for my beady little eyes to feast
on. Another significant difference was that from this time forward
they were going to be using massage oil.

I sat in my armchair pretending to be engrossed in that week's Navy
Times. Once again Maria was the first one up on the table after she
came out from changing behind the privacy screen. Conchita had been
meanwhile warming a bottle of Johnson's baby oil in a pan of warm
water. Estralita gave Conchita a large safety pin to securely fasten
her towel, so that it did not become loosened with the exertions of
performing the massage. That precaution taken care of, Conchita
squirted a small amount of the warm oil on her hands and, rubbing them
together, stood at the head of the table where Maria was laying face
down. Conchita lifted up Maria's right arm and, under Lita's watchful
eye, commenced to give her the massage, applying oil from the squirt
bottle from time to time. She first worked on Maria's right arm from
biceps to wrist for fifteen minutes. Then she did the same for the
other arm. Then Maria carefully re-wrapped herself with the towel and
she and Conchita switched places. And, after Maria had first secured
her towel with a safety pin, she massaged Conchita's arms for half an
hour.

Then Maria got back face down on the table and Conchita massaged her
neck, shoulders and back for half. This was more interesting as from
time to time Maria's torso would be momentarily lifted up off of the
table as it was manipulated and I thereby would get brief glimpses of
her delectable puffy nipples. There was nothing she could do to
prevent it, as her body was being pulled this way and that way as
Conchita followed Estralita's various instructions. If a technique or
maneuver were not performed satisfactorily then it would be repeated
over and over until it was done correctly. Eventually the half-hour
was up and it was Conchita's erect dime-sized nipples that I was
getting glances at. Oh and I haven't mentioned that the girls'
panty-clad bottoms were in full view as the one giving the massage at
one stage had to climb up on the table and sit straddle the other
girl's bottom. I love it when a plan comes together!

Then it was my turn. This day I took pity on the girls and kept the
towel on as I lay down on the table. The massage I received the second
day was much better than the one the day before. Especially, their
using oil prevented a lot of unpleasant skin to skin friction as they
each worked their way from biceps to wrist, neck to waist on either
side of me. So far, so good. As much as I enjoyed the second massage,
I was really looking forward to the next day's lesson.

Now, you might say that I was cruel to take advantage of those young
ladies in such a fashion. That I was exploiting the misfortune of
their poverty, their need to earn money to better support their
families. That I was not being fair to Estralita in that I was
co-opting her plan for my own ulterior purposes. But if I have learned
one thing about women in twenty-five years of whore mongering around
Asia it is that nice guys finish last. In fact that is one of the
tattoos that I have, just in case I should ever be tempted to doubt
it. With women in general, and bar girls in particular. Yes I was
exploiting the three of them.

But so were their families, by making constant never ending monetary
demands on them. Demands that these girls would meet by exploiting
some poor horny 18-year old sailor on his first liberty who was fresh
of the farm and still wet behind the ears. She would use her body, her
talents and no doubt a pitiful story to wheedle dollar after dollar
out of him, only to discard him when a bigger sucker with thicker
wallet came into the bar. I had seen it time and time again. So if
there was going to be any exploiting done, I fully intended to be the
one standing at the head of the line. Estralita understood this. She
lived under my roof and was supported by me on my terms. Subject to
replacement with a younger woman anytime that I felt that she was no
longer worth the bother.

After my massage the girls disappeared into the guest bathroom to take
a shower and wash the oil off. Estralita kept a close watch over me to
ensure that I didn't try to sneak a peek at the girls. She didn't know
about the pinhole video camera lens that I had set up ahead of time.
That night while Estralita was at work I got to enjoy watching the two
girls get into the shower stall together and scrub each other's backs
over and over again. Who says that you can't put your military skills
to good use in civilian life?

* * * * *

As I said I was really looking forward to Wednesday's lesson. That was
primarily because Maria and Conchita would no longer be allowed to
keep their panties on during the session. And, sitting in my armchair,
I would be strategically placed to take advantage of any up towel
visual opportunities that came my way. So, as they came out from
behind the screen on Wednesday, they knew that I knew in just a few
short moments I was going to be feasting my eyes on the youthfully
firm bottom of first one and then the other. They might not like it.
But there was no getting out of it. It was cute seeing them try to
pull the towel downward for an extra half-inch coverage of their
bottom and at the same time they were pulling it upwards to keep their
bosoms from spilling out of the top. And in Maria's case with her
abundant cleavage she had quite a chore on her hands.

On this day it was Conchita who clambered up on the table first, as
gracefully as possible. It was a delight watching her trying to be
ladylike in a short towel that barely covered her hips, as she
maneuvered her way onto the table. They had no doubt discussed it
ahead of time. Perhaps they had even flipped a coin or played
rock/scissors/paper to who would get to be the last one to have her
bottom exposed. Perhaps Conchita had even taken pity on her friend
Maria and volunteered to go first. In any event it was Conchita who
lay face down on the table and gamely loosened her towel, raising up
her hips so that Maria could pull the ends out from underneath her.
Under Estralita's direction, and leaving the towel on Conchita's
bottom and legs, Maria turned the towel so that it was covering
Conchita's hips and legs lengthwise, from her waist to her ankles.

With a nod from Estralita, Maria then proceeded to begin the day's
lesson. Conchita closed her eyes, and perhaps even said a quick prayer
to whichever saint covered her about-to-be-uncovered situation.
Standing on the left side of the table Maria folded down one corner of
the towel over onto the right side, neatly exposing a little over half
of Conchita's firm buttock. Pouring a little bit of oil on it Maria
began her half-hour's work massaging first the buttock and then the
upper thigh, before moving around to the other side of the table and
refolding the towel to perform the same work on Conchita right side.

As I stood up and walked about the room kibitzing - offering the
occasional suggestion -- I was treated to some most interesting views.
As I said, Conchita was tall and slender. There wasn't much meat on
her bottom. That meant that there wasn't much flesh to get in the way
of my line of sight. As Maria worked, ten minutes first one side of
Conchita's body and then ten minutes on the other side, Conchita's
thighs and legs became spread apart. She had started out with them
pressed firmly together, but they didn't stay that way for very long.
And so, as I stood discretely back from the table, I was soon treated
to as nice a view of Conchita's private parts as any man could want.

Both pairs of buttocks and upper thighs completed, Maria re-covered
them with the towel - for the moment - and moved down the table to
work for twenty minutes on Conchita's lower legs and feet, an equal
ten minutes on each side. Then she was directed to completely remove
the towel. She was then told to climb up on the table and kneel
between Conchita's legs, which of course had to stretch outwards to
accommodate her. And as Maria commenced to work for the remaining
twenty minutes of her lesson on Conchita 's bottom, moving her hands
in great outward rolling strokes, even the little brown rosette of
Conchita's anus started winking in and out of sight.

This is where I think that Maria realized that she had made a
fundamental mistake. If she had volunteered to be the first one to get
her butt massaged her ordeal would have by then almost been over. As
it was, she got to see for a full hour just how exposed she herself
was going to be. And while Conchita's hour-long ordeal of forced
exposure was minute by minute coming to end, Maria's ordeal was minute
by minute getting ever closer. That is what I loved about this day's
lesson. Knowing the dread that Maria must have been feeling as she saw
her turn to be massaged under my watchful eye drawing closer. Her
feelings were all too apparent in her face. And always with the
knowledge that tomorrow was going to be even worse yet.

The first hour ended and the girls switched places. Maria reached
under her towel to remove her panties and then climbed up onto the
table. She endured what had to be endured. Then an hour later it was
my turn. The girls took a break while I undressed in my bedroom.
Because there were going to be using the baby oil on me, they couldn't
get dressed yet; they had to remain in their towels to keep from
spoiling their clothes. This time I didn't bother to wrap a towel
around myself. I just came out of the bedroom completely nude, with my
erection pointing forward, swinging from side to side as I took my
time in walking over to the table and lying face down on it.

The girls again each took one side of my lower body and poured liberal
amounts of oil on my bottom and thighs they proceeded to go work on
me. I thoroughly enjoyed having first one and then the other work the
oil into the crack of my ass. Estralita taught them to devote especial
attention to the perineum, that oh-so-sensitive region between the
scrotum and the anus. And as their hands worked their way up my thighs
came another favorite part of the massage experience. Those brief
momentary contacts as their fingers accidentally traveled a little bit
too far and came into contact with my scrotum. Just the most fleeting
of touches, yet so full of the promise of delights to come. And I
enjoyed the feeling of intimate exposure as each the girls in turn
kneeled between my legs.

And the whole hour that I lay there soaking up the attention that they
were lavishing on my body, it was with the knowledge that tomorrow was
going to be even better yet. Both visually and tactilely. For you see,
Thursday was to be the lesson that concentrated on the front of the
body. Theirs and mine. And Conchita and Maria would fully nude and
completely exposed at last.

After the girls had showered and left Estralita came back into the
massage room. Stripping off her clothes she climbed up on the massage
table to straddle my hips and at last give the sexual tension that had
built up over the past three hours in my body its explosive release.
Then, after she had left to go to work at the bar, I spent a couple of
hours perfecting the hidden installation for the massage room. I was
going to use two cameras to ensure that I didn't miss any details. And
with a little bit of judicious editing I could even pick up a couple
of hundred dollars by selling a clear copy of the tape to a local
judge.

* * * * *

Thursday came and the girls showed up, once again on time at 3 p.m.
Their shy nervousness was readily apparent as they sipped on the diet
soft drink that we offered them to help cut the ice. We wanted to give
them a last chance to relax, to put off the inevitable, even if only
for a few more minutes.

But at last the moment had arrived. They stepped behind the privacy
screen to shed their clothes and, soon, any last vestiges of their
remaining modesty. A few minutes later they each wore a towel securely
wrapped around them when they stepped out from behind the screen.
Maria was to be the first one to receive her massage that day. I guess
she had learned her lesson yesterday. Conchita took the safety pin to
securely fasten her towel while Maria laid herself down on the table.
This time face up. Lita arranged Maria's towel to cover her from her
upper chest to her mid-thighs.

Conchita stepped up to the head of the table and spent about five
minutes working on Maria's scalp, temples and forehead. Then she took
another five minutes to massage each of Maria's hands. Finally it was
time to work on her chest. Maria lay with her eyes closed. Perhaps she
felt that if she couldn't see me looking at her it would be so bad.
Without any further ado the towel was folded downwards, leaving
Maria's breasts at last exposed to the open air and my gaze. They were
magnificent! Maria was naturally full figured and without any silicon
in them to resist the effects of gravity her breasts were flattened
against her ribcage. She had large puffy nipples. A real feast for my
eyes. Not to mention the lenses of my two video cameras.

Conchita stood at the head of the table and commenced her massage of
Maria's upper chest. Bending downwards she stroked her hands down the
center of Maria's chest. The she brought her hands back up along the
sides of Maria's ribcage. She did this for about five minutes.
Although she did work Maria' s breasts up and down I could see that
she was careful not to touch the nipple area. Even so, Maria's nipples
became noticeably more erect. Whether it was because of the cool
breeze from the ceiling fan, from the manipulation of her breasts or
from her awareness of my presence in the room, who's to say?

After about ten minutes of working on Maria's chest area Conchita
moved to the side of the table and folded the towel down again,
exposing Maria's abdomen as far down as the top of her pubic hairline.
She made no effort to cover Maria's breasts. The stomach was stroked
from side to side in large circular motions for about five minutes.
Then Conchita started to work her hands downward underneath the towel
to get to Maria's lower abdominal area. As she stroked her hands
downward she would separate them so that they didn' t come into direct
contact with Maria's pubic region. But her motions were gradually
pushing the towel farther south. Half of Maria's thicket of black
pubic hair was exposed and I could almost see to the top of her slit.

Then, following a spoken command from Estralita, Conchita moved
further down the table. She took the towel and folded it over in half
from left to right. This let her work on the groin area and the upper
thigh of Maria's left leg. The towel sagged down over Maria's vagina,
blocking the centerline from my view, but I could still see her bush.
After about five minutes of massaging the upper leg area Conchita
continued on down to the ankles. She then bent the knee and thigh
upwards several times. This caused the towel to be moved away from
Maria's vagina. I could see it clearly at last. The hairs were wetly
plastered against the outer lips and her cocoa brown colored inner
lips were clearly exposed.

Then Conchita did the same on Maria's right leg. This time she didn't
bother to cover the left leg. She just left the towel lying loosely in
between Maria's legs. Pulling it up a bit to cover Maria's pubic area.
But as soon as she started twisting the legs back and forth the towel
slipped away and there it remained. Leaving Maria's body fully
exposed.

Then the hour was up. Maria sat up and started to wrap the towel
around her body before she slid off of the tabletop, before I told her
not to bother with it. I had already seen everything she had so what
was the purpose in covering up? She looked to Estralita for support,
but Lita knew better than to contradict. I could tell that Maria was
not happy about this, but what was she to do.

Conchita lay down and closed her eyes and the process was repeated.
She didn't' have the thick thatch of pubic hair that Maria did so when
it was time for her lower body to be manipulated she was a lot more
exposed. Ah, the infinite delight that Creation has given each woman's
individual beauty. I will never tire of cataloging its wonders.

The second hour swiftly passed. I was wearing a simple thin cotton
sarong for lounging around the house. It gave full non-binding freedom
to my erect cock. The area around my crotch was becoming ever more
soaked as it absorbed the steady stream of seminal fluid that my body
was generating as I watched the two young girls massage each other's
naked bodies. So without any further to do I took it off and lay down
on the massage table, face up of course. I didn't bother with covering
my cock, letting it flop over onto my right thigh.

So by then Estralita was the only one in the room who was still
clothed. And unlike Maria and Conchita, who each took their massage
with their eyes closed, I kept mine wide open. Another important
difference between the massages that the girls gave each other and the
one that they gave me was that when they were massaging my chest 'Lita
didn't let them bypass my nipples. They each played with the one on
their side, and later one would sometimes return to play with them
while the other massaged elsewhere.

As they worked their way down my front they of course came to my erect
cock. They treated it in a most matter of fact fashion; one or the
other occasionally holding it with one hand while the other hand dried
its tip with a soft cloth. Usually Maria because she was working on my
right side. She would gently hold it up between her thumb and
forefinger while she wiped my thigh. Or one or the other would shift
it out of the way as they worked the groin area or the thigh.

I especially liked it when they took turns kneeling in between my
legs. Looking up at them as they looked down on me with a bemused
smile on their face. Occasionally Estralita would reach over and give
me a stroke or two if my erection was starting to flag a bit.

That night I again gave the bedsprings a real workout.

* * * * *

Friday was going to be the advanced class in sensual massage
techniques combined with a special "final exam". The idea behind that
day's session was to treat it as if I was a regular paying customer
whom had just walked into a massage parlor and had selected Maria as
my masseuse. Everything would proceed from there as it would in the
course of a normal massage. For that reason we had scheduled each girl
to come for a separate 90-minute lesson. Maria was to come at 1:00
p.m. and then at 4:00 p.m. Conchita would have her session. I had
decided to allow my self an hour and a half to recuperate between the
massages. I am not as young as I used to be. If Estralita had any
misgivings about the scenario she knew enough to keep them to her
self. I could also use the time to change the cassettes in the video
cameras.

Maria arrived promptly at 1:00 p.m. Before she arrived I had
disconnected the telephone and given instructions to the watchman at
the front gate to make sure that we were not disturbed. The German
shepherd who lived under the stilts of the house would ensure that the
gate guard did not himself get too curious.

After a few minutes to go over the plan for the session we started.
This time Estralita sat in the armchair and watched. The first thing
that Maria did was to go into the bathroom to start the bath water
running. Then she returned to the room to undress me. She removed my
shirt, hung it on a clothes hanger and hung the hanger from a hook on
the wall. Then she gracefully knelt in front of me and loosened my
belt and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and drew them down my legs.
She held onto them as I stepped out of the legs. Then she arose and
folded my pants over another clothes hanger. Then kneeling in front of
me she removed my boxer shorts. Of course as she knelt that placed her
head directly in front of my crotch so my erect cock was pointing
right between her eyes as it popped out of my underwear.

Then Maria stood up and, shyly turning her back removed her dress. She
next removed her bra and then wrapped a towel around herself before
she reached underneath it to remove her panties. Then she took me by
the hand and led me into the guest bathroom. Estralita followed us
into the bathroom and quietly sat on a dressing stool in the corner.
Maria first checked the temperature of the water in the bathtub and
then helped me to safely step into the bathtub and let me soak for a
minute while the tub finished filling up.

She then removed the towel from her body. If this had been a regular
massage, especially it was the first time she that she massaged the
client, she would probably not have undressed until much later in the
process, or at least not until an extra tip was paid. But since I had
already seen her naked body for an extended period of time only
yesterday there was no real point in not having her undress this early
in the massage. And - although she and Estralita didn't know it -- her
being naked would greatly increase the value of the videotape that was
being secretly recorded.

After she turned off the water she knelt beside the tub and proceeded
to gently scrub my body with soap and a sponge, paying particular
attention to my genitals and butt, but taking care not to bring me to
a climax. She was so thorough in my cleansing that she even stuck a
soapy finger momentarily up my anus. Then she had me stand up and she
pulled out the drain plug. She used a shower hose to rinse me off.
Then she helped me out of the tub and patted me dry with a towel
before we returned to the massage room, with Estralita silently
following us.

After I had laid face down on the table and Maria had placed a small
folded towel as a cushion under my forehead she poured out some warm
oil on my back and started the massage. I have already described the
massage techniques that were used for various parts of the body. At
several points she was sitting on me to give her good leverage as she
worked on my back and shoulders.

The only additional technique that was used was after she had finished
the regular Swedish-type massage - and following some softly spoken
instructions from Estralita -- she gave me a finger tip massage on my
back, butt and legs. That is where she slowly and gently stroked my
skin with the barest of gentle caresses of her fingers. It is one of
my favorite massage techniques, one that is both relaxing and
stimulating, especially towards the end when concentrated on my butt
and inner thighs. And she did not forget my scrotum, occasionally
giving it a gentle touch to let it know that it would soon be
receiving more of her attention.

Then she tapped my on my bottom to let me know that it was time for me
to turn over. She then proceeded to massage my front. After she
completed the regular massage she gave my chest and abdomen a finger
tip massage before moving down the table to do the same for my legs.
'Lita gave here some further instructions in a soft voice. Maria's
hands then circled back to revisit my lower abdomen. Eventually she
concentrated her efforts on my upper and inner thighs. Needless to say
by then my cock was standing at full attention, with great drips of
seminal fluid steadily seeping out of it.

Maria started to gently caress my cock and balls. I glanced over to
see how Estralita was reacting. She smiled and blew me a kiss. I had
trained her well. Maria began to intensify her efforts moving from
gentle caresses to more firm strokes. Then, just as I was starting to
curl my toes Estralita whispered something to Maria. Without slowing
the strokes of her right hand Maria suddenly poked the oily middle
finger of her left hand up inside my anus. As I started to come she
firmly pressed her fingertip against my prostate gland. Great gouts of
cum spurted up out of my cock. The pressure against my prostate was
unrelenting. My cock was like a fountain as cum spurted in all
directions. I felt like my balls had been shriven down to the size of
raisons.

Then, thankfully, Maria slowed her pace and allowed me to come down
from the peak of my climax. She resumed her gentle caresses around my
midsection as Lita went into the bathroom to moisten a washcloth with
warm water to cleanse me with. And I realized two things
simultaneously. First, that Maria had passed he final exam with flying
colors. And, second, that if I was to have any hope of surviving the
experience I was going to have to postpone Conchita's final exam until
tomorrow.

My Professor's Desire

2005-08-22T11:36:00.000-07:00

Having attended the university now for four years, I was fairly well
acquainted with most of the faculty in the English department
especially since I was an English major. When registering for classes
for this fall semester I had noticed that Jana Seymour was teaching a
course in Native American literature. I decided to sign up for it
since I could use the exposure to new forms of literature, and I
figured that I would enjoy the class also just because she was
teaching it.

When I was a freshman I had taken freshmen English from her, and had
enjoyed it quite a lot. It was the kind of course that could have
easily been very boring, but she ended up making it very interesting
by going outside of the course objective and pulling in new material
to teach from. She wasn't afraid to take risks.

At the time of that class, she was working on her PhD and she ended up
getting it when I was a sophomore. I ran into her after I heard the
good news and was glad that I had the opportunity to congratulate her.
I was surprised and pleased that she actually remembered me. She was
teaching many large sections of freshman English, so I wasn't sure if
she would remember one student. I didn't remember sticking out very
much in her class, but that was just the kind of teacher she was. She
really cared about her students.

So with this background on her, I looked forward to spending the
semester learning from her. I wasn't too much into Native American
culture or anything like that, but I thought that it would still be
interesting to read some of their literature. I was an avid reader
whose tastes weren't very particular.

When I walked into the classroom on the first day, it was with a great
deal of anticipation. It was a small classroom, and when I arrived
there were already four other people in there. I recognized a couple
of them as being English majors that I knew so I went in and talked to
them. A few more people showed up, rounding out the class to twelve by
the time Jana showed up.

My breath caught as she walked in the door. I knew she was beautiful,
but it was like I was noticing this for the first time. She was in her
mid thirties with long white-blond hair. Her hair hung straight and
loose behind her, falling to mid back. She had sparkling wide green
eyes and a long thin nose set in a heart shaped sculpted face with
high cheekbones and full lips.

She was about five five with small breasts and thin hips. She didn't
wear any makeup, but she wasn't really the type who wore it, so this
didn't surprise me. To my eyes she looked more beautiful because she
didn't wear it. She was wearing a light cotton blouse with Native
American designs on it and Native American beaded earrings.

"Hello class," she exuberantly greeted us, rushing into the room.

Jana always seemed so full of energy. I think that was part of the
reason she was able to keep her students interested in the topic. She
was able to infuse some of that energy into us.

"Well, I see some people in here that I recognize," she said, scanning
the room with a bright smile on her gorgeous face.

"Hi, Trevor," she said, calling out my name. "I'm glad to see you're
taking this class."

"I'm glad to be taking the course," I answered.

"Good," she answered.

"And Sarah, you're in here too," she continued, addressing the woman a
couple seats over from me.

"Hi, Jana," Sarah answered.

"It's good to see so many people interested in Native American
literature," Jana began. "I hope you're all looking forward to an
insightful semester, because that's what I'm going to give you. First
things first though."

Here she stopped and handed out the syllabus. "My name is Dr. Jana
Seymour. I would like it if you would use my title as often as
possible, because I worked very hard for it," she said in a light,
humorous tone.

There were some chuckles in response.

"But it's not necessary. You may call me Jana if you like. I'm
comfortable with that. It helps me think that I'm your age and not as
old as I am."

There were some more chuckles.

After her introduction she moved on to explain the course and what we
would be studying that year. The hour passed too quickly and soon I
had to leave her, but the time was well spent.

I'm kind of an average type of guy. I'm 5'11", about 150 with dark
brown hair. I have blue eyes and fairly average looks. I'm not a
gorgeous hunk, but I'm not ugly either. Girls tell me that it's my
smile that attracts them to me the most. It's been described as
anywhere between cute to sexy. I'm not quite sure what it is, but all
I have to do is smile a certain way and I can usually get a girl to at
least come over and talk to me when it's aimed at her.

Growing up in the Midwest, and now going to a university in the
Midwest, I have what might be considered old fashioned ideas about
things, but they work for me. As far as dating and sex goes, I am a
gentleman. While this has kept me a virgin at 22, it has also gained
me the respect of many girls I've dated who don't believe in rushing
into anything. I'm with them. I don't plan on having sex until I meet
that one special lady that will make it all worthwhile.

Like Jana Seymour. I know, I can't believe I'm having thoughts about
my professor, but I am. She's exactly what I'm looking for. She's
extremely intelligent, good-looking, outgoing, vibrant, and I'm
attracted to her. The only problem is that she's about 15 years older
than me and my professor. I suppose though that if she were any
younger some of the qualities that attract me to her would no longer
exist. Why can't life ever be easy?

* * *

"Today we're going to talk about the families of Native Americans. Can
anyone give me an example of how these differ from our own, as our
author talks about them?" Jana asked.

"They don't really have the distinctions between relatives that we do.
Like their uncles and aunts are their fathers and mothers and their
cousins are their brothers and sisters," I answered, always willing to
call attention to myself.

"Right," she said. "Is this different than most of your families?
Denise, why don't we start with you? Tell us about your family. Who
raised you, and did you ever call your aunts and uncles Mom and Dad?"

"My mother raised me, and I didn't really have too many other
relatives, or at least any that I knew about," she answered.

"Okay," Jana said. "How about you, Alyssa?"

We went around the room and talked about our family. Then Jana started
to go on and talk more about the general differences in philosophy
about family when Sarah interrupted her.

"What about your family?" she asked.

"Oh, I suppose that's only fair," Jana realized out loud.

She ran her hands through her long, silky hair as she leaned against
the desk. She cast her eyes to the ceiling as she composed herself for
the answer.

"Actually, I was kind of raised in the Indian way. My grandparents
raised me for most of my childhood, but that was only because my
parents were kind of wild," she said, chuckling a little at the end.
"So I feel like their wisdom has kind of shaped me."

"How are you going to raise your children?" Sarah pressed.

Jana chuckled. "First I've got to find myself a man. I am working on
that now though. I'm dating someone, and I'm trying to get him to
propose. My biological clock is ticking, and I want to settle down NOW
and have children."

We laughed a little at this.

"Would you let your parents raise your children?" Devon asked.

"Unfortunately I don't have a choice in the matter. Both my parents
are dead. I feel sorry about that too because when I have a child I
would have liked for them to learn from the wisdom of my parents. Does
anyone in here have children?"

"I do," Bridget said.

"Oh, aren't they wonderful?" Jana asked, becoming very expressive.

Bridget nodded and smiled that knowing smile.

"I can't wait until I have some," Jana said. She seemed to disappear
into her own private fantasy world for a while before she returned to
class. "But enough about that. Let's get back to the book. On page 128
there's a passage about...

* * *

A couple weeks later I was scheduled to have a conference with Jana
about a research assignment I was writing for the class on the Native
American Ghost Dance. I was supposed to meet her in the student union
lounge and bring my first draft for her to look over. She liked to
meet in informal settings because she felt it helped to have a new
environment to meet in that wasn't a stuffy office or a cramped
classroom. She liked the change of pace.

It was early in the morning, about 9:00, and I was her first
conference of the day. I didn't mind getting up early since I had
class at 10:00 anyways. It gave me a chance to have Jana fresh before
she'd tired herself out with several conferences.

She was sitting across the lounge from where I entered. She waved at
me when she saw me and I headed over to her booth. When I got closer I
noticed dark circles under her bloodshot eyes. She attempted a weak
smile when I sat down across from her.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"I didn't get much sleep last night," she answered and then took a sip
from her coffee.

"Why?" I asked.

"I broke up with my boyfriend," she replied.

"Oh, that's too bad. Do you want to talk about it?" I asked. Like I
said, I'm the total gentleman. I was concerned about her well being
and willing to soothe her troubles if I could.

"We just weren't compatible. I brought up kids last night, and found
out he didn't want them, and I realized then and there that this was
not the man for me. It's time for me to find a guy who wants a family
before it's too late for me," she answered.

I reached across the table and lightly placed my hand over hers.

"I'm sure you'll find him," I assured her.

"Thank you, Trevor. We better take a look at that essay of yours," she said.

I reluctantly removed my hand in order to pull out the paper from my
backpack and hand it over to her.

Later on in the day I bumped into Sarah from my Native American
literature course. I told her what had happened to Jana.

"Oh no, that's terrible. How is she?" Sarah asked.

"Not good. She looked really bad, and she said she didn't get any
sleep last night," I answered.

"We should do something for her," Sarah suggested.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Let's get a couple others from class and go over to her place tonight
to cheer her up. We'll have a little party for her," Sarah answered.

"Do you know where she lives?" I asked.

"Oh, sure. I've been over there a couple of times. She sometimes has
little get togethers to talk about poetry and literature at her
apartment."

"Okay, that sounds like a great idea. I'll try and get a hold of some
people," I said.

"I'll do the same. Why don't I give you a call about six and we can
set it all up."

"Fine by me."

I gave her my phone number and then went on my way. I managed to track
down another student who said she was interested in going. When I
talked to Sarah later on that day she said she would be bringing a
couple people and we would all get together beforehand at her place to
buy some things for the party.

We took Jana completely by surprise when we arrived with the food and
drink. She had been correcting some freshman English papers and said
she could really use the break.

I was glad to see Jana having a good time. We talked about literature
and politics, and I found that I was having a really good time too.
Eventually Sarah brought up the topic of Jana's break up and she and
the other girls brought up the subject of Jana's sex life with this
guy.

"He wasn't really all that good in bed," Jana admitted to them.

"See, then you're not missing much," Sarah said.

"But he was a nice guy," Jana said.

"Nice? Who needs nice. You really need a good lay," Bridget assured her.

The girls all chuckled about this, and then Jana turned the tables on
them, asking about their sex lives. As they all started to reveal the
dirty details of their bedroom, and some wasn't even in the bedroom,
behavior, I knew I didn't like where this conversation was going. Sure
enough, they soon turned to me and were asking about my sex life.

Even though I'm comfortable with being a virgin, and I've chosen to be
that way for specific reasons, it's still difficult for me to tell
people I am since apparently it's so uncommon in my age group.

"I'm a virgin," I said, trying to say it as nonchalantly as possible,
so nobody would make fun of me.

It worked. I could see that they were all kind of shocked, but none of
them laughed or made any rude comments. I knew I was among real
friends here who wouldn't judge me.

"That's very admirable of you, Trevor," Jana said. "Are you waiting
for that special woman?"

"Yes, I am," I answered.

She nodded respectfully.

About a week later I was invited to one of those get togethers Sarah
had told me about over at Jana's apartment. There were only five
people there and it was a night of intriguing discussion. Jana was
looking especially beautiful in a tight blue blouse and tight cutoffs
that hugged her firm little ass.

I offered to stay late and help her clean up. We worked side by side
in the kitchen washing the dishes, and at one point as I was reaching
over to take another mug to wipe, she moved towards me also as she
placed a dish on the counter. We turned and looked at one another, our
noses within about an inch of the other.

"You know, Trevor. You're a very handsome man. If I were a few years
younger, I think I would go for you," she told me, her warm breath,
smelling of sweet coffee, brushing across my face as she spoke.

I leaned forward and closed that inch space. My desire took over my
reason and I kissed those full, soft lips. She didn't move away and I
increased the pressure on her lips.

She opened her mouth and I responded in kind. My tongue slithered
forward slowly and entered her mouth. There I tasted of the coffee
she'd been drinking that night. She moved her tongue into my mouth and
they danced in our mouths.

With my empty hand, I placed a hand on her neck and lightly stroked
her there. She moaned into my mouth, so I grew even bolder. My hand
slipped slowly down the front of her blouse to her left breast. I
cupped it in my hand through the tight cloth, feeling her bra and the
flesh underneath.

Suddenly she pushed me away and stepped back. "Wait a minute," she
gasped, out of breath.

"I'm sorry," I replied immediately. I knew I had stepped out of line
and now that I'd lost contact with her trim, sexy body I was
recovering my rationality. "I shouldn't have done that."

"No, it's my fault," she said.

"No, it's mine. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. Maybe I should go."

"That's a good idea," she answered.

I dropped the dish towel and left the room and then the apartment
without another word to her. I was so embarrassed by what had
happened, I didn't know what else I could say then.

* * *

I hated to do it, but I skipped class the next day. I just couldn't
face Jana yet after what happened the night before. I had to figure
out what I was going to do about her before I could see her again.
There was also a part of me that wondered what she was thinking. I
really wanted to talk to her also and find out why she let me go so
far, and then why she pulled away. I was just so confused, and I
didn't know what to think or feel, or do about any of it.

My phone rang after that class hour ended. I answered it and found out
it was Jana.

"Trevor, are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah," I answered.

"Are you sure? I wondered why you weren't in class today," she said.

"I needed to think," I answered.

"Before you do too much thinking, I'd like to talk to you. Are you
free for dinner tonight?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered.

"Good, why don't you come over here tonight at about 7:00 and I'll
make dinner for you," she said.

"Are you sure that's such a good idea?" I asked.

"Don't worry. Please come over," she said.

"I will," I promised.

Those hours that I waited between her phone call and going over for
dinner were some of the most nerve-wracking of my life. I was so glad
when I could finally leave and head over to her place because then at
least I could get my mind off the topic and do something about it.

"Hello, Trevor," Jana greeted me at the door with a bright, open smile.

She wore a loose white dress that was almost the color of her hair.
Her hair hung loose and appeared to shine with a new vibrancy. I also
noticed a sparkle in her eye.

"Come on in," she urged.

I followed her into her apartment. It was very dimly lit, and I soon
found out that the only light was coming from candles at various
points around the room. The table was all set up and there were a
couple of candles on it also.

"Have a seat," she said.

I took the seat nearest me, across the table from the other place
setting. I wasn't quite sure what to make of this very romantic
atmosphere. This was definitely not one of the scenarios that I had
envisioned for this evening. I was determined not to misinterpret what
I considered to be a romantic interlude for fear that I would make
another mistake.

As she headed out to the kitchen to get the food, I saw the light
catch her white outfit just so that I could see right through her top.
I could see her breasts clearly through with her firm nipples at rest
on those lovely mounds. I couldn't believe that she wasn't wearing a
bra, and I was glad that she had left the room so she couldn't see me
blush.

Upon her return, she brought with her some wine which she poured out
into our glasses before she disappeared back into me kitchen for our
main course. It was a delicious meal and the conversation put me at
ease, and I came to realize that she hadn't intended anything by the
candlelit room. This was just a regular conversation between an
English professor and one of her students.

After dinner we moved to the couch for some pie and coffee. I was
still waiting for her to bring up the topic that I thought we had
intended on talking about all night, but she didn't. I knew that I
certainly wasn't going to bring it up. I wanted it to just go away so
that I could never think about it. Yet the feel of her soft lips
against mine and the firmness of her breast continued to plague my
memory.

"I suppose it's time we talk about what happened," Jana said after
we'd finished the pie.

"I guess," I answered, blushing as the memory returned in full force.

"I've been thinking about it, and I realized that there is a mutual
attraction between us, and I don't think we should try and hide it,"
she said.

I was speechless. What was she saying?

"So, if you're interested, I think it's time we did something about
our feelings for each other. What do you say?"

I didn't know what to say. Here was the woman that I thought would be
my perfect match, offering me...what? A shot at dating her...?

She leaned forward and removed the distance between us. Her lips came
into contact with mine, and she took possession of my body. I returned
her gentle kiss with one of my own, savoring this touch that I'd
sampled the night before. It was just as warm and sweet as the last
time.

I pulled her into my arms, and pressed her small firm body against
mine as our kiss became more passionate. I could feel her breasts on
my chest through the thin cloth of her dress. As we kissed I ran my
hands through her long hair, enjoying its silky feel.

Her hands ran up and down my back as our mouths continued their
passionate battle. We just couldn't seem to get enough of each other's
kiss. We wanted more and our tongues quested for this inside the
other's mouth.

I slid my hand down her side and caressed the side of her breast. Then
I moved around to the front and felt the firmness of her breast
through the sheer cloth. My thumb lightly touched the button of her
nipple, arousing it.

Her hand ran down my chest and slid into my crotch where she brushed
against the firmness of my erection. She gripped this firmly in her
hand and then broke the kiss.

"The bedroom," she whispered.

I nodded and stood up with her hand still on my crotch. She stroked
that region, coaxing my desire. I ran my hand slowly up and down her
back as we walked into the room. She closed the door behind us and
then went to the nightstand where she lit two candles, shedding light
on the dark room.

She stood just off to the side of this light, away from me, and
proceeded to undress. Her hands went to the back of her dress and
unzipped it. Then, with a flirtatious little smile, she let the dress
fall off, revealing her naked bosom and slender, naked legs. She only
wore a pair of white lace panties. These she slipped off quickly too,
and I caught my first glimpse of her blond curly thatch of pubic hair
which formed an inviting V between her legs.

"Come here," she whispered, gesturing with her hand.

I walked over to where she stood, and she kissed me softly on the
lips. I eagerly returned this kiss.

"Do you think I'm beautiful?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered vehemently.

She kissed me again and took my hands in her own and brought them to
her naked breasts. I took her soft, firm breasts in my hands and
tentatively stroked them. I lightly pinched her hard nipples and then
brought my head to them and licked around her nipples.

"Oh," she breathed softly.

Jana took my head in her hands and licked at my ear. She ran her
tongue all around the outside of it, and then thrust it into my ear,
sending a shiver down my back. She lightly blew in it before returning
to my face where she kissed me.

I felt her hands on my waist as we kissed and then I felt her
untucking my shirt. I kissed her more intensely as she began to remove
it. We broke and she bent at the waist to kiss my abdomen. There was a
tuft of hair sticking out the top of my pants, and she kissed this
also. Then she pulled off my shirt and tossed it to the floor.

I pressed my naked torso against hers, enjoying the feel of her
breasts and nipples against my hairless chest. Her hands slipped down
my naked back to my buttocks where she squeezed them as we kissed.

We pulled away again and she undid the button on my pants and then
unzipped them. She hooked her hands in my briefs and pulled down my
underwear and pants at the same time. She got down on her knees as she
stripped off the rest of my clothes and kissed the line of hair that
started at my navel and ran down to meet with the thick, curly nest of
brown pubic hair at the base of my now-erect cock.

On her knees, she slipped off my clothes with some help from me, and
then she kissed the head of my cock. Pre-cum had already slipped out
and her tongue lightly lapped this up. The feel of her tongue on my
dick was sensational. I thought I might come at that instant, but I
think she sensed this because she stood up and kissed me. As our
tongues met, I could taste that lingering pre-cum in her mouth.

She took me by the hand and led me over to the bed. She crawled into
it, and I followed closely behind. She lay on her back and my head
went to her breasts again where I lapped hungrily at the soft,
delicate flesh. Then I kissed my way down her abdomen, pausing once I
reached her navel.

"Kiss me down there," she whispered.

I didn't need to be told twice. I continued my trail of light kisses
until I reached her curly blond mound of pubic hair. I planted kisses
over every inch of this secret area.

Her hands came down to where I was and parted the lips of her pussy.

"Lick me," she asked.

Tentatively, and with much uncertainty--since I'd never had
experience--I put my tongue slowly into that slit. I found the
mythical clitoris and lightly worked on this. She pumped her hips into
my face and urged me on, so I knew I was getting it right.

Then she stopped me with a touch of her hand.

"Do you want me?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered.

"Come here," she said.

I crawled up onto her body, my naked flesh against hers. She spread
her legs wider as we kissed. I felt her hand on my cock, guiding it
into her.

"Wait," I said, breaking the kiss.

"What?" she asked.

"Shouldn't we have protection?"

"Don't worry about it," she said. "Just trust me."

Then she pulled me back to her lips and kissed away my concern. I
thrust forward slowly, feeling the warm tightness of her vagina engulf
my cock. It felt so good, even better than the touch of her tongue on
me.

We slowly built our rhythm. I went slow because I just wanted this to
last forever, and she followed my lead. This being my first time
though, it didn't take long before I felt myself getting ready to
come. I broke from kissing Jana because the sensations were so
intense, I couldn't concentrate on anything else.

I groaned as my orgasm hit me and then I collapsed against her as my
virgin semen sprayed her insides. We lay against each other for an
eternity afterwards as we caught our breath and lightly stroked each
other's flesh.

"Oh, Trevor, that was so wonderful," Jana said.

"Yes, it was," I agreed.

"I'm afraid I have a confession to make though," she said.

"What?"

"The reason I said not to worry about protection is because I want to
have a child."

"What?" I asked, incredulous, as I pulled out of her arms and stared
at her in disbelief. What had I done?

"If you're worried about me trying to get money out of you or
anything, that's not what this is about. It's just that I've wanted a
child for so long now, and you were there, and I just couldn't pass up
this opportunity," she explained.

I didn't know what to think. She wanted to turn me into a father
already? I was only 22, and I hadn't even really thought about the
possibility of being a father yet. She did say that she didn't want
any money though. Did that mean she was prepared to have this child on
her own?

"You want to have a child all by yourself?" I asked.

"Not really, but I've prepared myself. That's why I did this. You
don't have to have anything to do with a child if one comes of our
union tonight."

I thought about this for a while, and then looked at her. A child of
our flesh. I looked into her beautiful eyes which looked deep into
mine now, trying to divine my thoughts. I caressed her silky hair, and
continued to think about the possibility.

"What if I wanted to be a part of our child's life?" I asked.

She raised her eyebrows at this question. "I...I guess that would be
fine. That would complicate things...I don't know how it would all
work out..."

"We can work out the details later," I promised her, smiling at this
woman who I knew I would one day make my wife.

My penis began to stir and she felt this movement against her thigh.

"Let's get back to work on this child," I said and then kissed her.

Traffic

2005-08-22T11:32:00.002-07:00

Damn this Beltway! God damn this stupid Beltway! I had just finished
a double shift at the hospital. My relief was a Dear, showing up a
little early, and letting me get out of there sooner than I expected.
I was exhausted but still keyed up, and I wanted to get home and
shower. But first, I had to pick up the girls at my mother's and stop
and get something for dinner. Of course, the air-conditioner in the
car still didn't work, but it was only about 98 degrees in the shade,
anyway! I debated which way to go and had the bad luck to get on the
Beltway and get caught in a dead-stop traffic jam. Usually, at four in
the afternoon, the Beltway traffic was slow, just starting the
after-work rush hour, but it moved. Today, the traffic was at a
complete stop. My guess was there was a very large accident somewhere
ahead.

With my foot taking root in the brake pedal, my mind began to drift.
Still a little buzzed on all the coffee and a couple of the little red
pills I took to help me through the double shift, my mind began
zinging around, thinking about getting the girls, debating McDonalds
or Chinese for dinner, wondering why Frank couldn't ever pick up
dinner on HIS way home, relaxing in the shower... ...all of a sudden,
I broke out of my deep reverie to realize that I was staring at the
most beautiful naked chest I had ever seen in my life. And it was only
two feet from my eyes! It was gorgeous! Tan and glistening in the
bright sunlight, the skin was taut over rippled muscles. I watched in
pure and complete fascination and delight as a drop of sweat rolled
off the left shoulder, slicing through the patina of dust and pollen,
down past the beautiful, dark rose nipple, over the rib section, down
past the navel, and into the band at the top of the shorts. I was
breathing fast through my clenched teeth and had trouble swallowing.
"Like to take a picture, pretty lady?"

My concentration broken, I shifted my gaze up to the chest's face. He
was young, late high school, early college at the oldest, sitting on a
cooler in the back of a pick-up truck with several other snickering
boys -- the truck had some landscaper's name on the door. The face on
top of that chest was beautiful, too. His hair was thick,
sun-lightened and matted to his forehead with sweat. His large blue
eyes shined like they were back-lit. Full lips. Deeply-tanned,
prominent cheekbones. Strong chin, 2-day beard. This boy-man was any
female's erotic daydream.

Traffic started to move! I panicked! I didn't want to loose this kid!
I wasn't ready to stop looking at him, yet! What was happening to me?
I had never felt like this, before! I was excited and desperate for
this feeling not to end. I had never done anything like this in my
life! I had never cheated on Frank in our entire married life, and I
really wasn't thinking it through that far; I just wanted more of that
chest and that face. I wanted to feel him!

After a few feet, my car jerked to a stop beside the truck, again. "I
want more than a picture," I said, "can I give you a ride?"

Over the "woofs" and "ooo's" of the other boys, the face smiled and
blushed, "Thanks, I have a ride. I don't need one."

"Well, how about a fuck, then? Do you need one of those?" At the same
time I was saying it, I couldn't believe I was *SAYING* it!

Traffic started to move again, and the truck lurched ahead. "Hurry!" I
shouted through the open window. To the high-fives of his friends, the
face and chest jumped out of the moving truck, grabbed his lunch
cooler, ran back between the lanes, opened the passenger door, and
flopped into the passenger seat, smiling. He looked at me, in my
whites, "A nurse, huh? My name is Doug." I smiled back and immediately
moved the car over to the right, cutting off cars in two lanes, and
pulling off the Beltway at the next exit. It was that easy? Are all
men that easy?

Just off the ramp were several motels, two national chains and a
small, sleazy looking independent. I didn't have to think twice about
my choice -- the sleazy one. I filled out the registration, broke the
hundred-dollar bill I keep for emergencies, and grabbed the key the
old man threw on the counter. The room was three doors down from the
office, and I was turning the air-conditioner up to "HIGH" by the time
Doug walked into the room. "I better shower," he said. "No." "But I'm
dirty and sweaty. I've been working outside all day." I was unzipping
my uniform, "No, I want you just like you are, right now. Sweat and
dirt and everything!" He got the hint and started untying his boots. I
dropped my uniform to the floor and peeled off my pantyhose. My slip,
bra and panties piled up at the foot of the bed. I ripped the spread
off the bed and sat watching Doug.

He saw me watching and made a little production out of dropping his
khaki shorts and boxers. The band of clean, white skin shone in the
dark room. His cock was hard and bobbed up and down. "Great tits. You
sure are sexy," he started, "what's..."

"Don't talk, Doug. I didn't bring you here to talk." He climbed on the
bed, positioning himself between my spread legs.

"Do it, Doug! God dammit! Do it!"

And he did. His body fell on top of me and his cock banged around
between my legs, searching for my slit. One quick manoeuvre with my
hand and Doug lunged his hardness home. He was fucking me! I wrapped
my hands around his shoulders and my legs around his thighs. I could
smell his sweat and feel the gritty dirt on his skin. He slammed into
me, causing me to gasp from the force.

I shifted weight and rolled us both over. Now, he was on his back and
I was riding his hips. His hands moved up to my tits, roughly cupping
them, pinching the nipples, and I settled my hands back on his thighs,
pumping him in and out of my pussy. He grunted once. Then again. He
was cumming! So fast! I pumped my cunt up and down until his breathing
slowed and he opened his eyes. "Oh, wow, Lady! That was great! How
about you?"

"Not yet. Don't move." I slid my cunt off his softening cock and then
moved my face over his crotch. He dick was a mess, covered with cum.
His sweat smell was strong. Then I did something I had never done
before -- I leaned forward and sucked a sloppy, wet cock into my
mouth. His cum taste was strong and the texture was gooey, but I
didn't care. I licked the soft underside and sucked on the bulb of
pink flesh at the end. I licked his damp and musky balls. My finger
searched for his anus (another first!) and I felt his cock begin to
harden in my mouth as I pushed a finger up his ass.

In a moment, he was hard enough. I knelt on the bed and put my head
down to the mattress, wiggling my ass at his face, "Here! Fuck me!" He
knelt behind me and shoved it up my cunt. No talent, no finesse, no
style, attacking me with a blunt instrument -- he was perfect for what
I needed. In a few strokes, I was lit up and cumming like a
three-dollar whore. Doug was young and it now showed. He slammed his
meat into me for nearly twenty more minutes before he came. I was on
one steady come, hitting new heights every few minutes. When he came,
he collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the bed, scratching my
shoulder with his beard. We were both breathing hard. "God! You are
one hot woman! You really wanted to get fucked, didn't you?" I managed
a nod.

He finally got up and went into the bathroom. I was dressed and tying
my shoes when he came out. "Are we done? Where are you going? I don't
even know your name!"

"I have a life, Doug, and I have to get back to it. You were great,
and just what I needed. Thanks."

"Well, wait up. I need a ride home!"

I put three twenties on the bureau. "You can have the room till
tomorrow morning, if you want. Here's some cash. Watch a dirty movie,
have a pizza delivered, and take a cab home. On me. I have to get
going." As I closed the door I heard him mumble, "You crazy bitch!"

I pulled up in front of my mother's house and beeped the horn. My
daughters, 12 and 10, came running out and I waved at their Granny as
I pulled away. Melissa, the 12 year old, looked over at me, "Wow, Mom,
what have you been doing? You look a mess"

Krissy concurred from the back seat, "Yeah, your hair looks terrible."

I asked them about their day and we went through McDonald's Drive-Thru
without incident. At home, Frank was just getting out of his car as we
pulled up. He waited and then kissed us all on the cheeks. "Hi, Honey.
You look like you had a tough day."

"Yeah, it was long and hard. The girls already told me my hair was a
mess. They just don't appreciate the effort I went to, to get it
looking this way!"

He tousled it with his hand, "I noticed, but I thought it just made my
gorgeous wife look even sexier than ever! How was the traffic on your
end?"

I smiled at him, "Well, dear, the Beltway was a real mess. I won't
soon forget today's traffic jam. I overheated and this one guy was
really zipping in and out. Then he got behind me, and he just wouldn't
get off my ass."

Frank patted my shoulder, "I know, Julie, there are some real fucking
assholes out there."

"You can say that again, Honey." Maybe the guilt would come later.
Then, again, maybe it won't!

Bonking the Boss

2005-08-22T11:32:00.001-07:00

I'm encouraged to write sharing some of my experiences. My wife Carol
is a stunning 26-year-old brunette and I'd discovered she was quite
keen about creating some winter's night entertainment for me. She had
admitted to fancying our neighbour, Gordon, and when I told her he was
a randy stud down the sports club she agreed to fuck with him if I
could set it all up.

Needless to say he was very keen on the idea! I was able to hire two
camcorders to get dual action shots just like the professionals do.
One was positioned side on, to capture the full thrusting potential of
our horny neighbour and the other went at the foot of the bed so you
could see Carol pulling her fanny lips apart for him and then his
buttocks driving that rod of his in and out of her quim.

We first did it after a Sunday lunchtime booze up and despite my very
reasonable camcorder technique there were just a couple of itsy-bitsy
mistakes. The first was that I'd forgotten to position the mikes just
right and Carol's moans and yells as she took that big fat cock nearly
ruined the final product. The second was that Gordon never fucked with
a condom - as far as he was concerned it was alfresco or nothing. They
did it next week too.

It was at the office in a closed lunchtime session that a couple of
randy friends and I were discovered by our boss, Justin. We'd set the
video up, dimmed the lights and were appreciating just what a bloke
with a strong, thick dick could provide for my wife when he slipped in
at the back. It was only when he whistled appreciatively that we
realised he was there and the other two scarpered back to their own
desks, leaving the pair of us to 'talk it over'.

I thought he was going to fire me on the spot but with Gordon at it in
the background he started to ask me questions really casually.

Did my wife fuck with a lot of men? She looked a hot little vixen in
her short skirt, she looked highly-sexed and did I think so? The
questions were direct and rude I suppose but there it is, Justin's the
boss and I said what I thought he might want to hear. Carol fucked
with Gordon because she had the hots for him and I couldn't stand in
the way.

I realised pretty quickly that the boss was keen to date and bed my
wife. Could I arrange it? Yes, I could as it turned out because Carol
was turned on daft by the idea of screwing with my boss and because
Justin was keen on a video memento too.

Gordon had got wind of it when they were drinking one night and he got
in on the act by saying he'd do the filming and we could do a feature.
I was to be the wimpish underling that did just as the boss said.
Carol was to be really standoffish with me and filming would start in
the office when Justin interviewed her as a potential mistress.

Carol dressed like an up-market call girl. The first scene got going
with Carol crossing her legs in front of Justin, just showing a hint
of stocking top and suspender strap. 'So, 'Justin said, 'you need more
cock to replace the lover you'd become accustomed to?' Carol nodded.
They had started to neck and pet by the end of that scene, his hand
running around her soft thighs.

Her breasts were heaving against him and her legs squirming against
his touch when the scene changed to our front door where she and
Justin were greeted by yours truly. As Carol breezed past me, she
flippantly explained that I 'would be no trouble at all, he's under my
thumb.' The film caught the contrasting expressions on the faces of
Justin and me just before we all trooped upstairs for the sexy strip
scene.

Screwing when your boobs are big isn't as simple as it sounds but
Justin appreciated it all the more. He was smiling and said we should
lie down side by side on the bed and that Carol should straddle us in
turn, first on my mouth, then on his cock and then back again.

Positioned like that I got an eyeful, I can tell you. My mouth was
full of her salty juice and I watched her ease down onto his erect
shaft, taking the throbbing cock inch by delicious inch. Once in the
saddle, Justin took her boobs in his hands and held them as she
started to bounce on his rod, working her pussy up into a squelchy,
noisy lather until the climax was inevitable. They came together, with
Carol throwing her hair around like a mane and Justin's thighs tensing
rhythmically as his balls squirted up through the pipes of that knob
of his. 'What a hot wet bitch! Justin grimaced as his load exploded in
her.

Two videos sustained me over the following months because with
Gordon's encouragement, Carol did have an affair with Justin. When she
became his private secretary as well, I was sure she'd move in with
him and ditch me, so it was a surprise that she wanted the marriage to
continue on the same 'liberal' terms. Justin and Carol added to our
private video collection and I've now co-starred as a lady's slave, a
stable lad who holds the horses whilst they're at it and even a
manservant to Justin.

At work he's very discreet but I can say nothing when Carol goes with
him to various functions wearing all the sexiest gear. I imagine the
others are talking - natural enough given my first video, but I tell
you, none of these productions will ever get to the office. I don't
think what's left of my ego could take it.

Andrea Dreams of Big Cock

2005-08-22T11:32:00.000-07:00

It is funny the effect one person can have on another. Take my story
for instance. I had been married to my beautiful wife for about ten
years or so, and during that period of time my fantasy was to have a
threesome and watch her have sex with another man. Andrea didn't like
the idea at all, or at least did one hell of a job of hiding it! Over
the years she did, however, tell me stories of her and other men while
we had sex. I have a feeling that her continually telling me that
these other men were bigger and better than me gradually began to
influence her thinking and curiosity.

Well, after a few years of this, I began urging her to make my fantasy
a reality. For most of the time she would either say no or tell me
maybe in the future, all the while thinking I would never actually let
her do it, I'm sure. One evening while we were fucking and Andrea was
sharing her sexual stories, I mentioned a friend of mine at the
office, named Don, who was a real ladies man and rumored to be very
well endowed. Gradually, Andrea started talking about how it would be
interesting to fuck a larger cock than mine. This might turn a lot of
men off, but it drove me wild, and I ejaculated instantly, coming like
never before.

After several weeks of talking about Don in our stories, Andrea would
always mention her fucking Don by name and even saying how much better
it is to fuck bigger cocks than mine, which always make me cum long
before Andrea got off. Andrea saw what an effect this was having on me
and finally agreed to have sex with my friend.

It was hard for me at first to approach Don on the idea of him having
sex with my wife, but over lunch I brought up the idea. "Don, have you
ever done anything you would consider... kinky?"

"Sure, you know my saying: 8 to 80, blind, cripple, or crazy."

"Yeah, yeah. But have ever, oh, say... had sex with a married woman
and her husband knows about it?"

"No, can't say as I ever have, but it sounds pretty kinky all right.
Why do you ask?"

"Oh, no reason really."

"Come on, Greg. What are you up to?"

Well, at this point I was dying to tell him that I wanted him to fuck
my wife and terrified at all the things going through my mind at the
same time. What if he laughed at me, or told other people, or even
just got disgusted and left. All these things were racing through my
mind a mile a minute, then all of a sudden I heard myself say, "You
know, Don, Andrea and I have been flirting with the idea of a
threesome."

There was a brief silence, and then Don said, "Greg, let me tell you,
as much as it turns me on to think about being with you wife, I'm not
sure I could do it with you there."

"But the idea does appeal to you?"

"Are you kidding! I gotta tell you, your wife has one of the greatest
asses I've ever seen, and I'd love to fuck her."

This was making my dick so hard I couldn't stand it. I found myself
really enjoying this whole process of talking to another man about him
fucking my wife. At this point, I told Don that we were just thinking
about it, and that I would keep him informed. He said he would also
think about the possibility of doing it while I was there watching.

Over the next couple of weeks, I was in a constant state of arousal
thinking about all the possibilities. The stories at night now took on
an almost real feeling, and I would come almost at the mention of Don
fucking my Andrea.

Finally, I asked Andrea, "You know, Don said it would be difficult to
do anything with me present, and, well, I was wondering if you could
be with him alone."

She said, "It would actually be easier for me too. I don't know why,
but I think it would."

I decided that if it was to happen, it would have to be now or never.
"Good, I'll talk to Don tomorrow!"

The next day (Monday), I asked Don if he would like to be alone with
my wife on Thursday evening, which I had already arranged with Andrea.

He took a moment and then replied, "I'd love to Greg, and I promise to
treat her like a lady and give her my best!"

Well, it was set, and I was shaking like a leaf. As aroused as I was
at that moment, you'd think I was the one who was going to get fucked.
For the next couple of days, it was all I could think about, and
finally the day came.

It was Thursday evening, and I was pacing around the house like an
expectant father. Then a knock came at the door. It was Don.

"Hi Don. How are you?"

"Nervous but ready."

"I'll get Andrea," I said.

Andrea was wearing a red teddy under a black see-through gown, and she
looked utterly fantastic. I led her from the bedroom to the living
room where Don was waiting. I loved the look of appreciation on his
face when he saw my wife in her sexy attire. I kissed her good-bye,
gave her a wink, shook Don's hand, and left for another friend's
house.

As I drove to my friend Jim's house, all kinds of thoughts ran through
my mind. 'What if something goes wrong?... What if she runs away with
him?... What if...' "Damn!" I said as I hit the brakes, almost running
a red light. "I gotta get a grip! Everything will be all right, after
all, our marriage is stronger than ever and Andrea would probably not
like Don on a personal basis anyway."

Arriving at Jim's was difficult enough, but now came the wait until
midnight. Jim greeted me and offered me a beer, which I accepted
readily. Jim was watching an X-rated video which did little to help my
situation. As I watched a young woman giving a guy head, my thoughts
immediately raced to my wife doing the same thing to Don. I don't know
how long this went on, but finally, I had to call and see what was
happening. Don answered the phone and said something and then hung up.
Here I was, standing there with a raging hard-on because another man
was fucking my wife!

This is how Andrea explained what happen after I left.

I was calm with the whole situation until the door closed behind my
husband. Then all of a sudden it dawned on me that this was not just
one of the stories I told Greg, but this was real! Trembling, I asked
Don if he would like something to drink.

His reply came nervously quick, "Yeah.. Gotta beer?"

"Sure. Let me get it for you." I handed him the beer. He was sitting
in the recliner that was Greg's chair. As he took the beer with one
hand he gently guided me onto his lap with the other. Immediately I
felt his hard cock pressing against my ass, and I realized I was no
longer nervous... but ready. We kissed, and his tongue probed my mouth
as his hand explored my breast through the thin material. I returned
the kiss, our tongues racing around each other's, and I could feel his
cock throbbing, looking for freedom.

Don broke the action, took a drink of his beer and said, "Let's go to
the bedroom."

I was up in an instant leading him to the bedroom of my husband, and I
was determined to show Don just how good a fuck Greg's wife really
was. As we entered the bedroom, Don took me in his arms and held me
and kissed me with a passion I had not experienced in quite some time.
He moved back and slowly removed my thin gown and kissed my bare
shoulders. In another moment he had removed my teddy, and I was
standing naked before this man whom I known for only a few moments.
Again he passionately kissed me and lowered my body onto the bed and
began to lick, kiss and suck my breasts, and it was wonderful.

He stood up and in a moment had removed his clothing and was laying
there next to me, kissing and fondling my tits. My nipples were as
hard as rocks, and I felt my wet pussy aching for him. He slid down
and began to lick my hot wet slit, and it was all I could do to keep
from screaming. I had thought I would be running the show, but I was
under his power, and I loved it. And then it happened; an orgasm raced
through my body, and I cried out, "Fuck me now... Please fuck me!" He
moved on top of me, and, although I had felt his cock against me, I
did not know how big it really was. He pressed the head against my
cunt, and, as it entered me, I moaned in appreciation. It was the
thickest cock I had ever had, and, as it moved deeper, I loved the
feeling even more. When I felt him begin to back out and in again, I
knew it was the biggest I had ever had.

And then he rammed it in all the way, and I screamed out in ecstasy as
his cock touched places never before reached. Another orgasm raced
through me, and I knew this was only the beginning! Don's cock was now
pounding my hot cunt, and I wrapped my legs around his ass and began
to pull him into me even harder. If I wasn't a slut, I was well on my
way. I was living for the moment and his cock. I had to have his cum
in me now! I begged, "Please cum... please now." His thrusts grew
harder, and I could feel his cock swell even larger as it finally
burst forth with a flood of his hot semen that triggered yet another
mind wrenching climax that left my pussy convulsing like never before.

As we lay together, our breathing labored, I moved down to taste the
cock that had just so richly satisfied me. As my tongue moved over his
cock, I tasted our cum and fondled his balls. Our solitude was broken
by the sharp ringing of the phone. Don answered it abruptly, "Hello."
"Hi Don. How's..." "See you at midnight," was Don's reply as he hung
up the phone on Greg. That had been my husband on the phone, and I was
busy sucking the cock of another man. Don had even been a little rude
to Greg, but right then all I wanted was more cock.... all I could
get! With Don's cock clean from my licking, I moved up and kissed him
while stroking his cock with my hand. For a while we just laid there
and talked about what had happened. He asked me if it was good for me,
and I just laughed and said, "What do you think?" He smiled, and we
kissed long and hard as he felt my breasts and paid particular
attention to my nipples, rotating one between his thumb and
forefinger.

His cock was hard again and swelling with the pulse of his heart beat.
Rolling me over on my stomach, he straddled my legs and moved me to my
knees. In a second I felt him press against my swollen cunt, and then
he was inside me again. Moving slowly, the feeling was wonderful.
Don's cock was much larger than Greg's, and it was obvious it made a
difference! Gradually, his tempo increased, and Don asked if he was
bigger than Greg, to which I relied, "Yes.... oh yes, much larger."

"Is it better than Greg's?" he said.

"Yes, yes, I love your cock... Fuck me... Fuck me."

His speed increased with each word, his cock pistoning in and out of
my cunt like a pile driver. I was sure someone would hear the slapping
of our bodies as his cock drove deeper and deeper into my body.

I screamed "Oh fuck, I'm cumming... I'm cumming... Fuck me... Fuck
me... Fuck me!" A searing heat moved from my cunt all the way through
my body. Don grunted and drove hard, and again he filled me with his
sweet cum. Never had I felt so much hot cum in me. Where did he get it
all? We collapsed, our sweaty bodies entwined and drifted off to
sleep.

I awoke to light kisses on my neck and shoulders. It had been like a
dream, and I wanted it to last forever. He took first one and then the
other nipple into his mouth, gently sucking them back to hardness. I
could feel the ache between my legs. I was so sore! Even so, I
thrilled at the thought of Don's cock, that thick, beautiful cock,
ravaging my pussy again! This time, I rolled him onto his back.

Slowly I lowered my pussy onto that monster cock. I could now judge it
to be about 9 inches long, and it looked wonderful as it disappeared
into my cunt! Slowly, ever so slowly, I moved up until only the tip
was in me and then down again until I was fully impaled on his cock.
He rubbed and kneaded my breasts, pinching my nipples from time to
time, heightening my pleasure. I moved slowly, as long as I could, and
then I went crazy. No longer able to control my motions, I fucked his
manhood furiously, as fast and as hard as I could. This was a
pain-pleasure experience I had never dreamed possible. I was a sexual
animal, a real bitch in heat, and it was fucking great! And then
another orgasm... and another. They were coming so fast I couldn't
keep track. Don now took control and rolled me onto my back, straddled
one leg and brought the other straight up his chest. His cock was now
deeper than ever before. I was being ripped apart!

"Now, you little bitch," he said. "I'm going to fuck you senseless."
He slammed his cock into me hard and fast. I screamed unintelligible
sounds. I was lost in a continual and spiralling orgasm that actually
scared me, but I didn't want it to stop. And then he said, "Here it
comes, you fucking slut," and his fuck stick filled me again, and I
screamed with tears of pleasure, so totally satisfied, this was the
best sex ever!

Collapsing again, as if we had participated in some kind of Olympic
event, we just laid there, motionless and exhausted. When I looked at
the clock, it was 11:35, and Don was asleep. I looked at his cock, now
flaccid, our cum still glistening, and I had to taste it once more.
Using only my tongue, I licked his cock. That monster that had scared
me, now appeared harmless and even cute. Slowly, very slowly, to my
amazement it began to come to life. As Don awoke to my playful tongue,
all he could say was, "You're fucking amazing, and Greg is one lucky
bastard!"

As his cock (who to me was almost a person unto itself) grew harder,
all I wanted to do was to leave this man sexually spent. I began to
suck with total abandon, giving the sluttiest blow job of my life.
Like a possessed slut, I sucked and licked and stroked his cock like
never in my life. Pumping my face, he told me to suck it hard, and I
did. I felt his body stiffen. He grabbed the back of my head so I
could not release his cock (as if I would!) and yelled "Swallow my
cum! Drink it now! Do it! Oh fuuuck!" His cum raced into my mouth like
a torrent. Now tasting the flood that only my pussy had enjoyed, I
swallowed every gush.

And when it was done, I sucked the last drops from this wonderful cock
and kissed him on the cheek for the experience of a lifetime. Don
dressed and expressed his enjoyment, and I said that I could - with
Greg's permission - look forward to seeing him again. He kissed me,
and I watched the door close behind him…

The time went slowly, and my balls were beginning to ache from having
a hard-on for so long. I looked at the clock for the thousandth time,
and finally it was ten before midnight. I bid Jim thanks for the beer,
which did help to calm me down some, and was on my way home. I parked
the car and walked to the door, my hand shaking with excitement as I
unlocked and opened the door. I moved quickly to the bedroom, and
there on our dishevelled bed was my beautiful wife wearing only her
see-through gown. I couldn't wait to fuck her.

"Hi lover. Want sloppy seconds?" she said as she giggled and smiled.

"Just try and stop me." I was out of my clothes in record time, my
hard cock bouncing with each movement. I laid down beside her and
kissed her long and hard and asked, "Was he good?"

"He's bigger than you and fucks great."

Hearing that, I went crazy. I moved down to her hot pussy, cum still
oozing out, and began to lick and suck every last drop. I didn't care
that it was another man's cum mixed with my wife's - that only fuelled
my fire. It was all a blur, but the next thing I knew I was fucking my
wife and pumping my own cum into her hot pussy. We laid there in each
others arms, as she related the details of the evening. It was an
evening neither of us would soon forget, and perhaps there would be
more in the future. But one thing's for certain: I'm one hell of a
lucky guy.

New Year's Neighbour

2005-08-22T11:31:00.001-07:00

It won't be long now before my wife, Ann-Marie, and I will gather
with friends and neighbors to welcome in the new year. I'm sure we'll
have a good time, but there's no way this New Year Eve's will be
better than last. I mean, what could possibly be better than watching
your honey get down and dirty with another guy? Any man who's
experienced this thrill knows exactly what I mean.

Ann-Marie and I have been married five years, and I first brought up
the subject of her fucking another guy while I watched about eighteen
months ago. At first she was shocked, but then slowly she warmed to
the idea, perhaps coming to realize that after years of marital
fidelity it might be fun to suck and fuck someone other than yours
truly. I kept nudging her along until finally we reached the point
where we were talking about the who, when and where of it all, my wife
having decided that she was ready to take the plunge.

My joy was short-lived, however, because our search for a hotbed mate
for Ann-Marie quickly proved frustrating. In my fantasies it was
always this nameless, faceless stud with a giant cock who fucked my
wife silly as I stood nearby jerking off feverishly. The reality was
something else altogether. I wasn't about to put an ad in the paper,
nor was I keen on Ann-Marie's suggestion that she fuck my long-time
buddy and business partner, Ernie, who she said always made her pussy
warm and wet. Every time we came close to agreeing on a stud, we wound
up having to dismiss him for one reason or another. Like I said, it
was frustrating.

And then, in August of last year, Al moved into the neighborhood,
three houses down from ours, to be exact. Divorced and delighted to
be, in his words, "free and on the prowl again". Al's lean, hard
frame, rugged good looks and sexy smile made an immediate impression
on Ann-Marie, who soon started campaigning for him to be her lover.
(My once conservative wife was turning into a lusty wench before my
eyes!) While acknowledging his physical attributes, I needed to get to
know him better before making a decision. Was he trustworthy? Would he
be discreet? As eager as I was to watch Ann-Marie get soundly screwed
by another man, I sure as hell didn't want the stud chosen blabbing
about it to the whole neighborhood. To get into Al's head, I courted
his friendship. He responded enthusiastically, and soon we were
talking sports, home repairs and just generally enjoying each other's
company. We made sure to invite him whenever we barbecued on the
patio. The more time I spent with Al, the more convinced I became that
he was our man. He was a genuinely nice guy who could be trusted, in
addition to being, as my wife put it, "delicious to took at." All that
remained was to tell Al about our idea, and his part in it, but time
flew by, and before we could set anything in motion it was New Year's
Eve.

At around nine o'clock we started making the rounds, visiting
neighbors who had earlier informed us that they were having "open
house" that year. Ann-Marie and I joined in the merrymaking, funny
hats and all, dancing to loud music and sipping champagne in each
house we visited. Who knows if it was fate that found us partying at
Al's house around eleven fifteen that night. There were hugs and
kisses all around, with Al giving Ann-Marie an especially tight
squeeze, or so I thought anyway. She, in turn, seemed reluctant to
break the clinch. I could feel my cock stir as for the hundredth time
I pictured the two of them together, fucking up a storm.

It was about a half-hour to midnight when my wife plopped down into
the couch next to me and whispered in my ear that she intended to
start the new year with a bang. "Al's upstairs in his bedroom waiting
for us," she said breathlessly. "I told him everything and he's even
more excited than I hoped he'd be. God, my panties are drenched!"
Although my cock was already tenting my slacks, I told Ann-Marie that
we couldn't possibly do this now, on New Year's Eve, with a house full
of people. She laughed and said, "You don't really think they'll miss
us, do you? Besides, the bedroom door will be locked. So, do you want
to watch your wife get screwed silly or not?"

Minutes later, I was sitting in a comfortable chair in Al's bedroom,
cock in hand, watching my pretty wife hotly sucking our newest
neighbor and good friend. Entering the bedroom we had found Al stark
naked and in bed, idly stroking his swelling penis. An awkward few
moments followed as Al and I looked at each other, but then I grinned
and he relaxed immediately, giving me the thumbs-up sign as Ann-Marie
began removing her clothes.

And now, with Al still prone on the bed, my hot wife was gobbling his
cock with sluttish delight, almost choking in her determination to
take the shaft down her throat. I loved the way she burrowed into Al's
crotch, her head scrunched between his thighs as she swabbed his balls
with her tongue. She had positioned herself so I could see it all, and
at one point, when she looked over at me with half of Al's hard cock
in her mouth and winked. I almost lost it right then. Managing to
regain control, I watched as she resumed slobbering over our hand some
neighbor's genitals. Soon Al insisted on returning the favor, and I
was treated to the wonderful sight of Ann-Marie flat on her back, legs
spread wide, with her lover's face plastered against her soaked pussy.
Whatever he might have lacked in skill (my wife was constantly
directing the action with either hands or words) he made up for with
enthusiasm. And it was nice to see him wet a finger in my wife's juicy
cunt and then carefully work it into her puckered anus while he
continued to lap up her honey like a kitten does cream.

I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer as my cock was
achingly hard and throbbing incessantly. Fearful of coming too soon, I
stroked it ever so carefully as I watched my wife straddle our new
neighbor and with a drawn - out sigh of delight sink down on his spike
of flesh. She started bouncing up and down, squeezing her breasts as
she rode Al's cock with wild abandon.

All of a sudden I heard the people downstairs start to countdown the
seconds to midnight. They were so loud that for a second I thought
they had all gathered outside the bedroom door. Ten. . .nine. . .
eight. . . Ann-Marie heard them too and flashed me a smile of utter
depravity. Seven . . . six . . . five . . . four. At the count of
three my wife threw her head back and started shrieking like a
banshee. Three . . . two . . . one. Happy New Year! Downstairs the
crowd was going wild and, I thought, unknowingly cheering the intense
orgasm that my wife had managed to achieve right at the stroke of
midnight.

It was all too much and I simply let go, my whole body stiffening in
the chair as my throbbing cock started spurting like crazy. Al, caught
up in all this craziness, suddenly announced that he was ready to
shoot. Hearing this, my wife sprang off his cock and grabbed hold of
it, positioning herself on the bed so that she was facing me. Still
coming, I watched my seemingly dazed wife point Al's cock at her face
as the first bolt of creamy semen flew from it, hitting her nose. This
show was for me, I knew - the icing on the cake, as it were. The come
kept spitting from Al's cock onto Ann-Marie's face. She kept rubbing
it in, smearing the semen around, and I kept coming, spilling what
seemed like a pint of my cream into the handkerchief I had somehow
managed to wrest from my pants pocket.

By the time it was all over I was slumped in the chair, thoroughly
drained. Al, flat on his back, appeared to have passed out. Through
blurry eyes I saw my wife give me the happiest of smiles. "Happy New
Year, honey," she said. "Happy New Year, baby," I responded weakly,
thinking that my wife and I had just welcomed in a new year in the
absolute best way possible.

You Only Live Once

2005-08-22T11:31:00.000-07:00

"Mary, I think you ought to sleep with my husband."

The sluggish overhead fan had completed quite a few revolutions in the
humid tropical air before Mary's synapses could fully cope with that
one. She became aware that her jaw was sagging, and that her copy of
Time magazine had slipped from her grasp. She had been in the middle
of the cover story, "Nixon re-elected!", when Virginia Allen had
dropped her bombshell.

They were the only two teachers left in the staffroom, as they had a
free period directly after the lunchbreak. Outside, pupils taking a PE
class seemed to shimmer in the heat coming off the playing field. Mad
Englishmen in the noonday sun.

"And why do you think that?" was the best reply she could muster.

"He asked me to ask you. He thinks you are spunky."

It was a while since anyone had called her spunky. And why should
they? She was married to a high school science teacher and had three
young children. In fact, this was her first year back at work since
completing her certification year after training college. They had
started a family right away, having married just after John's
graduation. Those were the days when breeding was considered virtually
automatic once the knot had been tied, and they never stopped to
consider that they had any other option.

But take Virginia. *She* was spunky. Five years younger, childless, a
tall, big-boned red-head. And she had boobs. A fine handsome woman by
anyone's reckoning. What would her husband want with Mary?

"Um ... really? Me?"

"Yes, you! Derek has a thing about brunettes. And you are quite
huggable and squeezable, you know."

Mary's surprise was starting to turn to shock. This conversation was
real, it was happening, she didn't *think* she was dreaming any of it.
She was very straight- laced. And hadn't found sex to be any kind of
big deal. Why did people make such a fuss about it? When she saw the
weird and innappropriate behaviour of some of the ex- patriates in
this colonial backwater, sex was usually at the bottom of it. Why did
it drive people so? There must be something she was missing.

"You don't have a problem with people sleeping with your husband?"

"Not if he asks me first, and I give the okay."

Mary didn't know what to say, but thought to herself, "How very ... liberated!"

Although there was only five years between them, it was really an
inter-generational gulf. Virginia had been part of that Summer of Love
thing the magazines often used to write about. As soon as Mary had
become a mother she no longer bothered with cultural trends, not since
the time when Neil Sedaka was hot news and a certain moptop quartet
from Liverpool was only just beginning to sell records by the
truckload.

"I ... I really don't think so, Ginny."

Virginia patted her on the knee.

"Have a think about it. We re-locate back to Australia in a month, so
you could just sleep with him once and then we're gone. No possibility
of awkward recriminations."

She gathered her things and stood to go.

"Time for Art and Craft, and I have to look after Suzie's class as well."

Susan Fletcher had a vicious alcohol habit that often caused a
dereliction of her duties. Something had to be done about it; the
other staff couldn't go on carrying her teaching load forever.

Virginia went, leaving Mary still stunned. She gazed out the window
again, past the kids taking PE, staring unseeingly across the road,
beyond rusty old iron quonset huts built by the Americans during the
war, coconut trees, to the sparkling blue sea beyond.

This was a weird bunch of people over here. Colonial Service misfits,
who either drank themselves stupid or fucked themselves stupid. Or
both. Petty officials recently evicted by the independence movements
in Tanzania and Kenya, but who couldn't face going back home.

Or the other clique, idealistic adventurers looking to expand their
horizons through travel, and do their bit for the third world. For
many it was their first experience of being a white minority in an
almost entirely black country. Not that it brought much hardship in
those days. They were part of the elite, looked up to by the locals.
Mutterings about independence and localisation and the shackles of
colonialism were only just beginning in the capital. People in the
outer islands were practically stoneage, often still pagan. Power
politics came second to high infant mortality and a life expectancy of
about forty-five, in *their* analysis of the issues of the day.

Mary would have put herself and Virginia into the "adventurer"
category. And up until this moment, she had regarded Virginia as one
of the more normal of her acquaintances. Being pretty square, she was
almost offended by Ginny's blunt proposition.

Almost ... but not quite.

There tickled within her a faint pinprick of fascination with the very
idea of it. Sure, she got fascinated by horror movies too. But there
were one or two braincells inside her (albeit heavily outnumbered)
that seemed to view this particular "problem" more as "opportunity".

And hey! What girl *doesn't* like hearing herself being described as "spunky"?

But she couldn't. It really was out of the question. She was married,
fer chrissakes! With three kids, aged ten, eight and five. John, now a
Head of Department for the first time, was having a ball in this
tropical paradise with the small sailing boat he had just finished
building.

She had only ever known one man. And that was the way it was supposed to be.

Wasn't it?

PAUSE (one of Celeste's pauses), and REWIND

"Come on, Hazel! We'll be late for Mass."

Her step-sister was taking far too long about getting back into her
black serge tunic, and was still fiddling about with the buttons of
her white blouse. Why did the St Theresa's uniforms have to be so
labour-intensive? Cold fingers in wintertime were hard pressed to
cope.

They were the last ones out of the changing sheds after the swimming
class. It was the only time during school hours when it was okay for
their skinny limbs and flat chests to be on show. And probably only
because the icy cold water was supposed to be good for their
character. The nuns were strict about modesty. "Bold girl!", they
would say to anyone who dared to leave a couple of top buttons undone.

But Hazel was in no hurry. She was in deep shit already.

There'd been the small matter of a three-shilling discrepancy when
she'd returned with the staff lunch orders that day. If it had
happened to Mary, the presumption would be that she'd got diddled by
that unscrupulous shop-keeper. But Hazel would have pocketed it
herself, in their estimation. The telephone message by now would
already have been relayed by Sister Rosemary to their mother. Who
would tell their stepfather when he got home that night from work. Who
would then give Hazel a hiding. The bruises were still there from the
last one.

Mary also got hidings, but not with the frequency of Hazel's.

Still, if they could get to Mass on time, they would have another hour
in which to pray about it. And if they didn't get there on time, then
Mary would be getting a hiding too.

Bad blood.

Whenever Hazel screwed up, their parents always spoke of bad blood.

Hazel had been adopted. Mary's mother was a war widow; in fact Mary
never saw her father, as he was already on active service abroad when
she was born. His grave was somewhere in France. Well-meaning
relatives said another child should be adopted, to be a playmate.
Enter Hazel, same age as Mary. A series of foster homes had already
left their indelible mark. Hazel trusted no one, and didn't feel that
she owed anything to anybody. But circumstances made the two of them
close. Her escapades would get both of them in trouble, and their
shared beatings bonded them in adversity.

And post-war, their mother remarried and had another five kids. Go figure!

PAUSE, and FAST-FORWARD.

The Ford Prefect was rocking quite insistently now. From the front
seat, looking straight ahead through the spray-spattered windscreen at
the dismal grey seascape beyond the parking bay, Mary said;

"Hazel, what are you doing now!"

Some gasping noises, and the rocking didn't slacken.

"Keep quiet, and look front!"

Hazel sounded muffled and out of breath. And strangely her voice was
coming from somewhere well down behind the front benchseat of the
Ford.

She should never have agreed to come along on this drive with Hazel
and Tom Winters. But Hazel had begged her to, knowing that she wasn't
allowed to move a muscle these days without Mary as a chaperone. If
Mary had arrived home from school without Hazel in tow, there would
have been big trouble.

Practicing strict self-censorship, Mary kept her eyes straight ahead.
She didn't dare look back, not knowing what she would see if she did.
It sounded serious, all these animal noises from the back seat.
Suckings, and slurpings, and soft moans. She turned on the radio to
drown it out. Frankie Avalon was in mid-croon.

Hazel had a protruding clit. And Mary didn't. Except she didn't know
it was called a clit. No one had ever called it anything in her
presence. Such things were not discussed in their household. But she
had seen Hazel's. When they were younger they often shared the same
bath. It was big and pink. The clit, that is; not the bath. It poked
well out from the tent-like fleshy hood that stretched around it, and
was the most prominent feature of Hazel's pussy landscape. Even when
she got her fanny hair, you could still see it.

Mary had to poke around a bit before she could find her own clit. She
had done it in private. Getting caught playing with her genitals would
have seen her put on a diet of bread and water for a month. But she
had to try and find it. She couldn't understand why hers was tucked so
out of sight, while Hazel's could be seen practically any time she was
knickerless.

Could it explain why Hazel liked boys? And why boys liked Hazel? The
girl was a boy magnet. Not just any old boy. Boys with cars, too!

Mary, on the other hand, was a wall-flower. The few times they were
allowed to go to dances, no one had ever asked her to dance. Yet she
was not *too* bad looking. But she often risked getting trampled by
the rush of boys wanting to ask Hazel to dance. Hazel seemed to exude
that certain something, that je ne sais qoi, that caused boys to get
lumps in their throat and lumps in their trousers.

"It's getting late. We really should be going home."

Now it was Pat Boone's job to drown out the groans from the back seat,
but he lacked the rhythm to blend in well with the car's joggling. You
would have needed Chuck Berry for that. And Chuck Berry was considered
far too radical for any airplay in this here town.

If Hazel and Tom were really doing what she thought they were doing,
it was hard to imagine how they could manage it. We are talking
English Ford here, not American Ford. Designed for English lanes and
colonial "roads", the Pride of Dagenham was built small, light, easier
to lift up out of bogs and ditches. But despite the lack of elbow room
and knee room, in this country there was many a cherry got popped on
the back seat of a Ford Prefect.

PAUSE and FAST-FORWARD again

John had practically been chosen for Mary, by her step- father. Well,
not specifically chosen. But he was one of a bunch that had passed an
initial screening process.

Mary had been nagging her parents that she didn't know any boys, she
wanted to get to know some boys, could they *please* fix it for her so
she could meet some boys. Putting her head into the lion's mouth, you
might think. But her step-dad actually had a bit of a soft spot for
her. And her parents thought it best that they engineer the
boy-meeting process themselves, since it was probably going to be
inevitable. They didn't want her to turn out like Hazel, who seemed to
attract completely the wrong sort as if she were a dog on heat.

It was decided that they would hold a teenage party. Mary's step-dad
coached a sports team of lads about Mary's age, and he hand-picked
some of his charges to come and attend the party. John was one of
them.

The party itself was pretty boring. Tightly supervised, music kept
low, rug-rat brothers and sisters performing unspeakably embarrassing
acts of disobedience.

And John didn't really stand out from the bunch. There was another boy
she found much dishier. But by the time the night was through, it was
John who had murmured an invitation for her to go with him to a dance
the following week.

A date! A real, live date!

He came to get her at the appointed time, and they walked the two or
so miles down to the Community Hall. Hazel could get guys who had
cars, but Mary would have to walk. John seemed pleasant enough, and
very sweet. But he promptly abandoned her at the hall while he went
and talked to his sports-team buddies. It seemed an eternity before he
retrieved her again. She put it down to first date nerves.

The dance itself was fairly uneventful, though it gave her a chance to
find out more about him. Like her, he was a bit of a reject. Well,
different, anyway. His father was general manager of a small factory;
plastics, or something. Socially, they considered themselves a cut
above. His elder brother was in business, having been given a generous
start by the old man. His sister was married to a businessman, a bit
dense but old money so in their view she had "married well". John
wanted to be a scientist, so was definitely a square peg in a round
hole. It did not fit into their image at all. He got absolutely no
support from them for this vocation, finan- cial or otherwise, but he
was determined to stick it out.

He walked her home. Soon would come The Kiss. And, hopefully, a
request to see her again.

She had already decided in advance that if he slipped her any tongue,
then she definitely wouldn't see him again. French-kissing on a first
date would be too forward for words.

Fortunately, he didn't slip her any tongue.

On such simple little things our fate is often decided.

PAUSE and SLOW-FORWARD

Inevitably, Hazel got pregnant.

The nuns held a Council of War with her parents, and next thing she
was sent away to a Home for Wayward Girls. There she was taught useful
life-skills like how to sew buttonholes and darn socks, until the baby
arrived. It was immediately put up for adoption, and a job was found
for Hazel in a garment factory.

As soon as she had saved up enough money for a one-way ticket, Hazel
hopped on a plane to Australia. Her life there became a string of
menial jobs and unhappy relationships. She never once wrote or called.
It was to be another twenty years before Mary ever saw her again.

Meanwhile, Mary and John were going steady. He had become besotted
with her. She had become accepting of him, more or less by default. He
was now at University doing his Bachelors degree, and she had begun
her teacher training.

She didn't really want to be a primary school teacher, but her grades
had limited her choices somewhat. She was no Einstein anyway, and it
was almost impossible to get much study done in that madhouse she
called a home. Her younger siblings all needed looking after, and she
was expected to do much of it. Her mother had kind-of given up after
the twin boys arrived on the scene.

When it all got a bit too much for her, she would phone John and sob,
"Take me away from it all!" He would put aside his textbooks, venture
out into the cold night air, buy a newspaper-wrapped serving of hot
fish and chips, and meet her at the bus stop about halfway between
their homes. Sitting there wrapped up in heavy coats, he would hold
her hand and restore her sanity for another few hours.

They intended to get married as soon as he graduated. And then put a
large tract of water between themselves and their families.

It was funny when they had announced their engagement. John's father
came up to Mary's house, all primed by John's mother to give a speech.
He was taken into the front room by Mary's step-dad, whereupon he
delivered the speech.

He did not approve of any uniting of their respective Houses. As far
as he was concerned, Mary was from the wrong side of the tracks. She
was second-generation Irish immigrant, and a Catholic, whose father
worked in the railways. No son of theirs was going to marry into such
a white-trash family.

Mary's step-dad said he agreed wholeheartedly. He was no fan of the
match either. He hadn't wanted John to team up with her at all. It was
another boy among the initial selection that he had wanted her to
start seeing. And no way did he want to become related to a
capitalist-bourgois Anglo-Saxon Protestant sassenach like John's dad.

That done and honour satisfied, they cracked open a bottle of whiskey
and spent the next three hours yarning convivially about sports.

The wedding took place the week following John's graduation with a BSc
in Chemistry. It was a small affair, though far too big for John's
liking, as he wanted to keep as much money in reserve as he could for
their new life together. Having entirely paid his own way through
University, he had become paranoid about money.

Mary was a virgin on her wedding night. During their courtship they
had done a certain amount of slap and tickle, but no penetration. He'd
wanted to, but she had a morbid fear of getting pregnant. Look at what
had happened to Hazel. Mary didn't want to be whisked away in the dead
of the night like that, and be only spoken of in hushed tones for ever
after.

Sex was a disappointment. Neither of them had a clue. It was painful
for her at first, and his preparation of her was usually minimal. As
time went by he got better, but he only ever used his fingers on her.
If they knew about oral sex at all, it was only that it was for nasty
people. After a while the sex was not unpleasant and good for the
feeling it engendered of intimacy and closeness, but she never came.
She got pregnant within the first year, stopped working and became a
full-time home maker for the next decade.

John felt stifled in his job. Holding a junior science position at an
austere and conservative boarding school for boys, he knew what was
needed for advancement but couldn't bring himself to do it. The
general idea was you had to stay in the same institution for forty
years, drink beer with the principal on Friday nights, play golf with
him on Sundays, and if you were of the right stuff you could
eventually become a Head of Department, a Deputy Principal, and so on.

John thought that such brown-nosing was for the birds. And he didn't
agree with half of the school rules that he was meant to enforce. So
he opted for adventure rather than status, and started applying for
teaching jobs in various islands of the South Pacific.

STOP and PLAY

"Penny for your thoughts!"

Mary snapped out of her reverie at once. No way could she tell John
*that* particular thought! Standing at the kitchen bench slicing chuck
steak for a pot of stew, she had found herself gazing at the lush
jungle vista from their kitchen window, going over Virginia's
propositon in her mind.

"No, it's nothing" she lied. "Call the kids, I want them all washed
and ready for tea soon."

Coming here had been great for the kids. They seemed to spend most of
their time running around in the jungle behind the staff quarters,
playing cowboys and indians and committing God knows what acts of
mayhem with the children of other staff members or from the village
nearby. Sometimes she worried; after all, in this place they had real
poisonous snakes, and scorpions, and centipedes and things. On the
other hand, they had become so capable, and seemed aware of all the
dangers. She couldn't keep them housebound all the time.

Her thoughts came back to Virginia's husband, Derek. He was reasonably
handsome, better-looking than John, though starting to develop a bit
of a beer belly. He was quite charming, from the contact they'd had so
far. No obvious social defects. She still couldn't quite believe
Virginia's claim that he had a yen for her. Wonder what he's like as a
lover?

These days John was tending to piss her off. Things she had taken for
granted in their relationship, she was now inclined to question. His
tight grip on the family cheque book, for instance. When they argued,
it was usually about money. He'd always been the breadwinner, and this
was her first year of real work now that her youngest was school-age.
She'd been accustomed to John calling the shots about how income was
disposed of when it was entirely his income. But she felt she wanted
to have a bit more say, now.

And he patronised her in conversation. They would have people around
for tea, or barbecues, and he always had to hold the floor. He seemed
to have an opinion on just about everything, and loved verbal jousting
just for the sake of it. Okay, so he was the intellectual and knew
stuff that she didn't, but she liked to have a chance to speak too,
you know. Starting work again was rebuilding her self- confidence.
People at the primary school were willing to accept her for who she
was, rather than just as an appendage of John.

But he didn't seem to get it.

At least once a month now they would have a blazing row, which the
children found very upsetting. Sometimes it got physical, when she
would try to hurt him in some way, just to try and get through to him.
Pinches, punches, thrown objects. Stuff that was normal to her during
her childhood, but her own kids had not been exposed to that before.

And their sex was still pretty ordinary.

The end of the school year was coming up. Part of his job at the
Government boarding school was to supervise students during their
return by inter-island ship to their villages for the vacation. He
would return in about two weeks time, leaving the students to begin
the back-breaking task of cutting enough copra to pay their own school
fees for the next academic year.

Mary had gone with him the first time, but never again! Everyone had
to sleep on the heaving deck, and her lasting impression was of sea
sickness, the smell of pigs and chickens, diesel oil, and no proper
toilet facilities. She was not planning on going this time.

This would be a window of opportunity, said those brain cells who saw
her "problem" as "opportunity". More and more braincells had been
coming over to that way of thinking. "You only live once!" they kept
murmuring. A referendum of brain cells could now could go either way.

You only live once ...

The kids wanted to go to the Patterson's for a "Midnight Feast". The
Patterson kids were very English, and spent much of their waking
moments reading books by Enid Blyton. "Midnight Feasts" seemed to
feature prominently in these stories about the Secret Seven, Famous
Five, and so on. In common parlance, it meant the kids wanted to sleep
over, and be allowed to go to bed very late.

With John away and kids out of the house for an entire weekend, it
meant that the coast would be clear.

You only live once ...

She wasn't sure how to approach Virginia, though. What if Ginny burst
out laughing, said she was only joking, had just wanted to see what
Mary's reaction would be? It would be so humiliating.

Next day they were on playground duty together.

"So ... does your husband still think I am spunky?"

"Ooh Mary! You've been giving it some thought!"

"Well, it's hard to drive a revelation like that out of your mind."

"Our place or yours?"

"Hey! I haven't said Yes!"

"You must be about to, or you wouldn't have raised the subject."

"All right then! My place."

"Can I come, too?"

"GINNY!!!"

Now Mary really was shocked. The idea of borrowing Ginny's husband was
already beyond the pale. Having Ginny watch them at it was simply
debauched! Besides, it would evoke unpleasant memories of Ford
Prefects.

Ginny realised she'd over-stepped the mark, and moved swiftly to
retrieve the situation.

"Fine! Whatever you are comfortable with."

She gave Mary's arm a squeeze.

"You won't regret it. He's quite good, though I say so myself."

Saturday. By now John was bobbing up and down somewhere on the briny
deep, and the kids had been dropped off at Pattersons. She had all of
Saturday afternoon to get ready for her guest. She thoroughly
spring-cleaned the bedroom. Got a posh dress ready, and her best
knickers. Located their one bottle of whiskey in case some extra
confidence was needed. Prepared a few snacks, as he might want to
munch on something else before he munched on her.

Darkness had fallen (kla-donk!) when the Allen's rusty old jeep pulled
up into the drive way. He was well scrubbed up, too. Long pants and a
Hawaian shirt, beard neatly trimmed. He had a bunch of flowers. The
same kinds of flowers she could easily have picked in her own garden,
but hey, nice touch! He brushed her cheek with his lips, and she led
him to the cool verandah to sit and see what witty repartee he could
come up with.

"Good to see you, Mary, and I must say you do look lovely tonight."

A good start, she thought.

"Orange juice? Or whiskey?" she asked.

She hoped he wouldn't say beer, because she didn't have any.

"Whiskey and water would be great."

She did one for him and one for her, and directed his attention to a
tray of nibbles. She sat, and drew a deep breath, inhaling the thick,
heavy smells of the tropical night; the sweet scent of flowers
combined with musty earth still damp from the downpour earlier that
afternoon.

"So ... Ginny says you think I am spunky."

"Oh yes! I've thought so for quite some time."

"Do you often have your wife procure women for you that you think are spunky?"

"Not all that often. But I fancy you something rotten, and since we
leave very soon I thought, well, its now or never!"

"I can't believe that Ginny doesn't mind you carrying on like this!"

"This is nothing. We were living on a commune back in Australia. Half
the time nobody knew whose kids were whose. Ginny and I don't feel
permanently attached; in fact we only got married so that we could
qualify for the bigger-size married quarters over here."

Mary found this all quite mind-blowing. I mean, she had read about
communes and such, but not come face to face with any practioners of
that lifestyle.

"So you don't care about the fact that I am married?"

"No, not really. As long as John won't come and shoot me, or anything
silly like that."

"Well, he might! But he is not to find out. And don't you want to know
why I am doing this?"

"Presumably because you are fond of good sex."

Hmmm, flattering himself already. Well, that remained to be seen.

"Actually, its because I don't know if I am fond of sex, or not."

He was quiet for as bit, probably considering how to handle that one
sensitively.

"Oh…You mean ... John doesn't, how should I put it, light your fire?"

Though not familiar with the music of The Doors, Mary knew what he was
driving at.

"Well, I don't know, I mean, what's supposed to happen?"

"If it had happened, you would know."

They lapsed into silence, gazing out at the hibiscus hedge, listening
to the crickets chirping, seeing the occasional firefly go past. This
assignment would be tougher than he thought, but he was up to a
challenge.

He spoke up first.
"Shall we?"

"Lets."

They went inside to the darkness of the bedroom.

He put his hands on her waist, bent forward and kissed her chastely
upon the lips. He smelled good. Half the time you had to remind John
to go and brush his teeth first. Another kiss, that lingered longer
this time. No tongue yet, though.

His hands started wandering. Gliding up her sides, narrowly missing
her bra-less breasts under the long cotton frock she wore. His kisses
radiated outward across her cheeks, and along her neck under her ear,
his soft dry lips gently brushing her skin.

It was hard to believe this was really happening. Familiar
surroundings, but a strange man. It was like a dream.

He was running his hands across her backside now. An unfamiliar touch,
but pleasant all the same. He was gently biting into the top of her
shoulder, and licking up to her earlobe. Then he brought his hands up
onto her breasts for the first time.

She had a moderately-sized handful to offer in that department, with
big nipples. He seemed to like what he found, because he spent a fair
while stroking and teasing through her dress with light caresses,
while his lips found hers again.

"Can I take your dress off?"

She was not averse to the idea. He unzipped her and she raised her
arms while he pulled everything off over her head.

At once his mouth pounced upon her chest, licking and sucking, while
fingertips traced down over her tummy roll and lightly touched her
pubic mound. All very nice, but she wanted to see what he looked like.
She started tugging at his clothing, and he stepped back to get
everything off.

Not bad, a bit paunchy but generally more athletic than John. His ...
thing, already erect, looked to be much the same size.

She got on the bed and he came and lay beside her. More kissing of
breasts and sucking of nipples, while his fingers toyed with her mound
through her panties. She grasped his ... cock, or whatever, and held
it awhile, feeling it twitch every so often.

Hello! He was on the move. Sliding down lower, tongue licking across
her stomach, tarrying awhile around her navel, but its intention was
clear.

John had never done that. He could finger-fuck with the best of them,
but had never got his face down below. Mind you, she hadn't asked him
to. She had just assumed all along that it would gross him out. It had
always been ingrained in her to think of that part of her anatomy as
"dirty" and untouchable.

He was tugging her panties down, exposing all of her. She lifted up
her bum to help him, and next her legs were being pushed apart and his
beard was tickling her inner thighs. Derek had clearly been ingrained
differently. She was a little nervous, but, oh well ... if he
insisted!

Little dabs of tongue up either side, then he was delicately swirling
over the summit of her mound. Her clit, as usual, was well hidden. A
fact he did not seem to appreciate. He kept up his tongue action for
quite some time, and all though it felt nice and erotic, she didn't
feel that it was really leading anywhere. She lay quite still,
concentrating hard, trying to make the most of the sensations he was
providing.

He found her stillness a bit unnerving. Finally, tongue- fatigue
setting in, he pulled away.

"You're supposed to be going crazy by now!"

Am I just! She felt slighted by that remark.

He was up over her now, licking her breasts again. He seemed to really
like her breasts, especially the nipples. She recalled that Ginny had
big breasts, but small nipples. He must like something he can really
get his lips around, she couldn't help speculating.

"Play with me, get me hard."

He directed her hand onto his ... well, you know.

She tugged on it gently, doing what she did to John when he wanted
that extra few p.s.i. of pressure. His fingers tested her opening and,
finding it still wet from his tongue-lashing, decided to plunge in.

Her overwhelming thought at that moment was a fear that she might
fart. It happened sometimes, if John used the wrong angle. And that
was okay, that was only John. They were accustomed to each other
farting in bed. This was different; Derek may not see the funny side
of it.

But she didn't fart, and he soon set up a steady rhythm, gathering her
legs up to wrap around his bum while he buried his face in the side of
her neck. Again, it felt nice. As nice as anything she had ever done
with John. But no fire- works or explosions. The surf did not crash,
the molten larva all stayed safely stowed in its volcano.

He was enjoying himself, anyway. His panting was quite loud in her
ear, and his back was quite sweaty from his exertions in this tropical
heat. Reaching down under her with his arms, he clutched her buttocks
one in each hand, pulling himself into her harder until their flesh
was slapping together where they joined.

Then he was going full force, thrusting hard into her, unstoppable.
She felt well and truly impaled, and as helpless as going on a
Nantucket Sleighride.

He completed the last few jerky movements of his hips, then rolled off
her to lie on his back, staring at the ceiling and catching his breath
again.

Mary closed her legs, feeling sticky and a little tender.

Was that it?

"You didn't come?" he wanted to know.

"No."

"That's odd. Usually I can make a woman come."

She didn't know what to say, so she didn't say anything.

He snuggled closer, holding her hand in his.

"Oh, well. We can try again later. Maybe I need to lick you for longer."

Maybe.

Anyway, they did try again later, and he did lick for longer. But Mary
was trying too hard, and just felt herself tightening up inside. They
screwed a second time. She wasn't as turned on as the first one, and
really just lay back and left him to it until he was done. She sensed
that he was a bit disappointed by her lack of responses.

They dozed for a bit, then he got up and dressed again. She put on a
nightie. He sat on the edge of the bed for another few minutes,
holding her hand.

"Thanks Mary. You were every bit as sexy as I thought you'd be," he
said gallantly.

"You can carve another notch on your gunbelt, then." She found herself saying.

"Never! Mary, you are anything but a notch. Unless you mean top-notch!"

The sound of his jeep receded into the distance.

Mary looked up at the ceiling in the darkness. Oh well, that was her
little adventure then. They say you only regret the things you haven't
done. At the same time, she didn't really feel any overwhelming desire
to ever do this again.

Suddenly, for the first time in several years, she found her- self
thinking of Hazel. Now there was a girl who seemed to enjoy fucking
under almost any circumstances. Funny how people can be so different.

STOP and FAST-FORWARD

John ducked, and the jug she threw smashed against the wall. Her
eldest boy was wide-eyed with horror. The other two had already run to
their rooms, sobbing.

Mary was so furious with him. It had started with something silly. She
had learned how to drive now, and had wanted to drive back from the
river they had picnicked at. He liked driving too, and thought fair's
fair, it should be my turn. His dogmatic adherence to principle was
driving her nuts. He got his own way on so many other things, why
couldn't he give in to her just this once?

Then the kids started reacting, and playing up. They wanted icecream,
they wanted this, they wanted that, they wouldn't eat the yummy
veggies she'd cooked when they got home. At her suggestion that they
eat it even if she had to ram it down their throats, John had stepped
in and said, "Now dear, I think you are being unreasonable."

If any words could anger her more than those, she had yet to hear them.

"You never back me up! How are we going to raise them right, if you
don't back me up?"

John refused to yield. In arguments, he had this infuriating habit of
staying so cold-bloodedly rational. Next thing, the milkjug was
history.

Her eldest now retired from the scene of the battle, no doubt fearing
a stray bullet. Mary really wanted to hurt John at that moment, really
rock him back on his heels.

"Anyway, what makes you think you're so perfect? You're a bad parent,
and a lousy lover."

"Had lots of lovers, then, have you?" he riposted, smug in thinking
that he knew the answer to that one.

"I've been able to compare. And you stink!"

She blurted it out, knowing it was a secret she should take to the
grave but unable to resist the chance to have a go at him.

"Yeah, right! When? Who?"

His disbelieving tone goaded her into further indiscretion.

"Derek Allen. November 1973. While you were on the boat to Malaita."

Well, if she had wanted to rock him back on his heels, it had worked.
John had gone pale, and needed to sit down.

In the ensuing silence, she began to calm down. The full import of
what she'd just said was beginning to register. She'd just put her
whole marriage at risk. She sat too, and stared out the window. No
telling which way he would jump.

He stood suddenly and went down to the basement. He was gone for
several hours. Every so often she would hear the clink of a spanner or
the revving of a power tool, as he worked on some project or other.
She hoped it wasn't a gallows.

Later, he returned and sat beside her. The kids were in bed asleep now.

"Was Derek Allen really a better lover than me?"

"Yes, but only slightly. He used his tongue on me."

And after that had sunk in:

"Was that the only time?"

"Yes, that was the only time."

Neither of them ever raised the subject again.

PAUSE and SLOW-FORWARD

Things remained a little cool for a couple of weeks after that last
bust-up. They acted normally around the kids, but were not
affectionate with each other. Then their daughter was found to have a
cyst and needed a minor operation. The anxiety of that particular
drama pushed everything else out of their minds, and by the time it
had been satisfactorily dealt with, their relationship was back to
normal again. Well, normal enough for sex to become a possibility.

John could be an irritating s.o.b., but there was no denying that he
thought the world of Mary. She often took the steadfastness of his
love for granted, but right now she felt quite appreciative of it, and
of him.

She had also made an intriguing discovery. Putting a packet of
sandwiches into his school satchel one morning, she glimpsed the cover
of a book that was not directly linked to John's usual academic
interests. It was called "The Joys of Sex". She thought this to be
such a typical response of his rational mind; if there's a problem,
then do some research. She wondered what conclusions he would draw
from his review of the available literature.

Kids asleep, nothing much on television, they had begun to snuggle.
She was still the girl for him, he told her, and always would be. They
retired to their bedchamber, and began the usual preliminaries.

He spent ages kissing her breasts. He had always been a confirmed
nipple man, and his usual practice was to linger over her boobs while
using his fingers to check down below if she was ready or not.

But tonight was different. After ministering to her nipples for a good
long while, he left them glistening and erect while his tongue traced
over her midriff and tummy.

He had a long and pointy tongue. Sometimes to amuse the children he
would poke it right out and could make it touch the tip of his nose.
She hadn't seen anyone else who could do that. He had hidden talents,
her man did! And now that he appeared to be on a southbound route, she
wondered with anticipation what else he could make it touch.

He progressed to the top of her mound, and began sniffing and
nibbling. Trying it, to see if he would like it, she presumed. And he
must have approved, because he was now sliding down between her legs
and licking at her inner thighs.

He'd never done anything like this before. And she'd have been shocked
if he did, when they were first married. Or very surprised that he'd
even want to. According to her upbringing, that was an unclean area.
But her fling with Derek had opened her mind to the possibilities. It
just needed some practice, some perseverance!

And she wasn't about to stop John and question his motives at this
point. All things cum who stand and wait? She hoped so.

He was flicking up and down her outer lips, teasing the pubic hair
there and making it wet and matted. He was close to the goal, but not
there yet, and her feeling of anticipation was becoming intense.

The moment arrived, when he started probing at the top of her cleft.
Such a long, pointy tongue, soft and gentle, yet firm at the same
time.

It was starting to feel nice. He was not quite hitting the right spot,
but in the mood she was now in, it seemed he could not put a foot
wrong. So sensitive down there, and so delicious! She lay back, eyes
closed, and decided to enhance her pleasure by stroking her breasts
and rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger.

He looked up and saw this, and was momentarily surprised that she was
taking an active part in the proceedings. This was not usual, and the
thought that he was inspiring some responses acted as a spur to his
efforts.

He still hadn't quite found the spot, and the teasing was becoming
unbearable. She felt she better do something. So she reached down and
used her hands to spread herself, parting her cleft. He saw the tip of
something small and pink pop up amongst her folds, and he was onto it
in a flash.

Oh my GOD!!!

Her hips jumped, and she almost lost her grip upon herself. It was as
if lightning had just tickled her spine.

He took over, using his own hands to spread her and find the target.
She had to grab onto the bed head, as her pelvis writhed to get more
tongue against her.

Then it started. The intensity of feeling had built up until release
now felt inevitable, she was past the point of no return. Oh please,
don't stop now! She came in a heady rush of sensation, a level of
physical pleasure that she never knew existed until that moment. Then
she was coming back down from it, and couldn't bear to have him
continue. It was just too sensitive, every neuron was on full alert.
She clamped her thighs about John's head to hold him away from her
sodden vulva.

"Wow!" he said. "Was that finally the Big One?"

She just went "Mmmmm ... ," feeling all follollopy and spent, wrung
out like a dishrag.

He had become very turned on by her reactions, and when he moved up
over her to kiss her softly, she felt something bumping and prodding
down there. He slid in easily because she was so open and wet, and to
him it felt better than usual. Her insides seemed somehow more clingy,
more elastic, and deliciously slick. Sometimes there could be
difficulty or resistance in there, but not this time so he went for
it. It didn't take him long, and she felt close and tender feelings
for him as he got totally undignified with her. No rational,
dissecting mind was anywhere in sight. She liked being able to turn
him into such a beast.

She lay on her side with her back to him, tucked in like spoons as he
held her in his arms.

"Well?" he said. "Do we have a sex life, or do we have a sex life?"

"We have a sex life," she said contentedly.

Yep, he certainly had the makings of talented tonguemanship. And now
at last she knew why people make all this fuss about orgasms. Tonight
had been a step forward, all right.

Now there were just a couple of other things to sort out in their
relationship. And she'd get to them; give it time ...

The Peephole

2005-08-22T11:30:00.000-07:00

This story is a little embarrassing to relate because some of the
things that Carmen and I did could be considered perverted. I don't
embarrass easily and I like most things related to sex, but even I
blush a little when I think about what I did to my boyfriend without
his consent. It all started about three months ago when Carmen and
Peter Mallory moved into the apartment next to mine.

Although I have a great boyfriend, I like the freedom of living alone.
Jeff (my boyfriend) lives about 30 minutes away, but stays over two or
three nights during the week, and almost always on Friday, Saturday
and Saturday nights. It was one of those lazy Saturdays in central
Oregon; overcast and rainy. Jeff and I stayed in bed late making love
in a slow and feel-good way until late morning. When we finally did
get up we lazed around the place and ate breakfast on my covered
balcony. As we were finishing up, a big van pulled into our long
driveway.

My apartment is in a big old mansion that has been converted into six
units. I knew that the apartment behind mine was empty and that there
were new tenants moving into it soon, but I didn't know anything about
them. So being the snoop that I am I made Jeff stay out on the balcony
with me while we waited for a glimpse of them. I think we were both
interested in what they would be like, but all we could see at first
was the top of the big 24-foot van. Then the couple got out of the
truck and pulled the rear roll-up door open.

My first impression of them was surprise. The woman was wearing short
cutoffs. I mean, "short" cutoffs. She had to have cut the pockets out
of them because you would have been able to see the white material
hanging out if there had been any. I thought that that was kind of
slutty, and it interested me. I looked over at Jeff and could see she
had his interest. Looking back I had my first sight of the husband. He
was interesting too; one of those hard-bodied guys with smooth
hairless skin and a light tan that looked like it covered his whole
body, if you know what I mean.

They looked like they were in their mid thirties, and obviously
athletic. I began to hope that I might have a couple of new partners
to run with me; they both looked like they were runners. I love to run
for about 10 miles at dusk every evening, but Jeff keeps giving me the
riot act about "women running alone on a deserted road at night". It
would be great if I could get Carmen to go with me, I thought. It's
more fun to run with someone, and even though she was probably 15
years older than me, I didn't think she'd have any trouble keeping up.

With that thought in the back of my mind, I suggested that we get
dressed and help our new neighbors move in. We threw on our Levi's and
just by coincidence we each grabbed one of Jeff's company's black
T-shirts that says "Structural Engineers Keep It Up Longer" and went
down to introduce ourselves.

We noisily made our way down the spiral stairs two steps at a time,
which is the way we normally descend from my crows-nest apartment. As
we hit the bottom of the staircase we almost fell into the lady as she
was coming though the door. She looked surprised at first, but after
introductions and an offer to help, she quickly recovered pulling us
by the arm outside to meet her husband. "Peter look what we have here.
Free labor, and they dress alike too."

We got to know each other pretty well right from the beginning. Both
Carmen and Peter are runners, just as I'd thought they might be, and I
quickly found myself with companions on my evening jogs. Carmen and I
ran every evening, and Peter joined us when he was home. He works in
the forestry industry as an inspector and has to spend at least one
night a week out on the road, sometimes two or three nights depending
on the time of the year.

Carmen and I quickly became close friends. The age difference made no
difference to either of us. She confided in me as if I was her sister,
and I found myself doing the same. She wasn't shy about life issues
either. They had moved into the apartment just behind mine. The lady
who had lived there prior to them had been as quiet as a church-mouse.
But once Carmen and Peter moved in I realized that you could hear
every sound they made. Our bedrooms butted up against each other's.
(That lady who used to live next to me must have had some interesting
nights listening to Jeff and me going at it. When I realize what she
must have heard coming from my bedroom, I can't help but blush).

Carmen didn't have to work, but seemed very interested in my job.
Doing research for a marketing company on the Internet is unusual for
a full time job I know, but I didn't understand why Carmen was so
interested in the details until one evening when we'd just finished
our run, she finally came to the point. "I hope this doesn't shock you
Kristen, but Peter and I were members on a swingers club based in
Portland."

We where doing our stretching/cooling-off exercises outside in the
yard when she told me that, and I have to admit she had piqued my
interest. I had never met anyone that was into that sort of thing
before. Carmen didn't wait for me to say anything, but forged ahead
with a nervous quiver in her voice. "You see the reason we moved into
the hinterlands of Oregon is because Peter was becoming jealous of the
relationships I was having with other men. He was doing it with other
women, but just couldn't take it when I did the same thing."

There I was - standing is a half crouch in mid-stretch - staring at
this attractive woman fantasizing about her having sex with half the
male population of Portland. I couldn't believe it. My mouth may have
been open, I can't remember. But true to form, Carmen didn't let the
silence draw out and quickly came to the point. "The reason I'm
telling you my little secret Kristen, is that you said you did
Internet work, and well, I don't have a computer, and was wondering if
I could use yours to do a little e-mail with old flames, and maybe
download a few pictures."

That I understood. When I first started on the Inter- net, it hadn't
taken long before I was trading smut with other smut worshipers. Even
though I got over the picture phase, I still dabble in erotic texts,
and a newsgroup or two. "Sure Carmen, any time you want to, my
schedule is super flexible and you can use my com- puter whenever the
urge strikes," I smiled knowingly.

She laughed at the smirk on my face and explained, "it's just that
after all the sexual activity I'm used to, I need something extra to
keep the intensity up. Peter is a great lover, but I find that I still
need a little external stimulation to keep the spice in our sex."

"No problem here, I do a little erotic story writing myself, Jeff and
I read sexy stories to each other from time to time, and I know
exactly what you mean." I felt that I did know what she meant, but as
time would show, I was a real innocent compared to Carmen.

She took me up on my offer immediately; dragging me up to my bedroom
office and making me log on. Once I log- ged on the Internet for her,
I told her to be sure to shut everything down and that I'd be in the
kitchen cleaning up if she needed anything. She surprised me again by
begging me to stay and meet her on-line friends. "I don't want to get
into trouble with Peter, and I figure if you're here with me, it's
more like us girls messing around than me surfing the swingers
network." I tried to make an excuse, but Carmen pleaded with me to
stay. Since I was curious anyway I let her talk me into staying.

In short order Carmen was book-marking sites I'd never heard of
before. Real-time chart-rooms, and newsgroups. She seemed to be well
known in the chat rooms, and had her own hotmail account called
Carmensex@hotmail.com. I was amazed at the amount of people she
contacted in such a short time. And the things she said really opened
my eyes. I guess Carmen wasn't exaggerating when she told me that her
and Peter had been swingers. She went into one chat room and at least
four guys told her how much they missed her, and praised her
attributes to the skies.

Well, after two hours of this I was shimmering. I'd never known anyone
in real life who had had sex with so many people. I couldn't help it,
I wondered how she stayed looking so good, when she must have abused
her body with that kind of life style. Later that evening I barraged
Carmen with lots of questions about the swinger sub-culture. She
seemed to enjoy answering even the most intimate questions, apparently
both of them kept exact figures on how many people they'd had sex
with. Still, Carmen shocked me when she told me that she had been with
312 partners over the past 5 years, and not all of them had been men.

Our relationship changed after that night. We shared our secret life -
keeping what we were doing from both Peter and Jeff. I couldn't tell
Jeff because Peter and him were becoming buddies, and I knew that Jeff
would let something slip, and I didn't want to get Carmen in trouble
with her husband.

Things went on about the same for a month or so. Carmen would come
over to my place in the evening when Jeff wasn't there, and we'd
submerge ourselves in this perverted world of swinging, cheating,
sexual contact with other people who were actually doing it. Then
about two weeks ago, after a particularly steamy evening of In- ternet
surfing and chat; as Carmen was logging off she turned to me and put
her hand on my leg and looked into my eyes searchingly.

I almost jumped out of the chair. I'd just changed into my running
gear, and had my running shorts and tank top on. Her hand on my
exposed thigh really made me feel funny. I'd been turned-on all night
because Carmen had been having some really imaginative cyber-sex with
"Prince" one of her favorites, so my nerves were al- ready on end. I
needed to run to wear off some of the sexual tension that had been
building up in me. Carmen, who was gently massaging my thigh said,
"I'd love to see you and Jeff make love to each other."

You could have literally heard a pin drop in the room as I sat there
looking back at her pretty smiling eyes. I was instantly aroused with
fear. Up until Carmen had said that, my sexual excitement had been
unfocused. I had been a spectator. But now with this pretty
"experienced older woman" rubbing my leg, and staring into my eyes, I
felt like I might faint at any moment. All I could think of to say
was, "Jeff wouldn't go for that, and what about Peter?"

"They don't have to know about it. I'm thinking about a little shared
voyeurism. You can watch Peter and me as much as you want. You can
even invite Jeff to watch if you want to."

I was still stunned, "How. . . I don't know Carmen, that's maybe a
little over the top don't you think? I mean if we go down that road,
mightn't we mess up a good friendship?"

Carmen looked worried, and quickly said, "Kristen I would never
jeopardize our friendship, honest. I've just been fantasizing about
you and Jeff for months now, and after being with you so many evenings
cruising the swingers pages, and, well. . . listening to you guys
through the wall, you know, well I just thought that maybe we knew
each other well enough for me to suggest something that I know would
be fun is all."

The idea was gaining appeal to me. If we could arrange to do this
without being caught, it sounded like a maximum rush the more I
thought about it. I wasn't ashamed about sex with Jeff, and the
thought of this good looking woman watching me enjoy my boyfriend was
turning me on like a jolt of electricity, after all, it was just
watching. I smiled at Carmen and asked, "so if we did this crazy
thing, how could we watch each other without the guys catching us?"

"Simple sweetheart, a peephole." She said.

"Huh? I thought you were talking about hiding in the wardrobe or
something." I was confused now.

"A strategically placed peephole in our adjoining bed- room wall. That
way neither one of us will know when someone else is watching or not.
It will heighten the sex act with our men every time." She was smiling
radiantly at me now.

I was so wet by this time I agreed with Carmen just so she would go
home because I needed to relieve my sexual tension, and I wasn't ready
for anyone to watch me do it. But she knew what I was trying to do,
and she smiled and took my hand. Gently pulling me out of the chair,
she playfully tugged the three steps to my bed.

I knew what was happening, I just didn't know how to react. I wanted
Carmen to leave, but I was so excited about the unknown. What was she
going to do? I could actually feel my heart pounding in my throat, it
was almost painful. As I sat on the bed Carmen knelt down in front of
me and almost in a whisper said, "you'll like this, trust me Kristen."

I looked down at my lap and noticed that the front of my shorts had a
small wet spot on them. I couldn't believe how hot I was; nothing like
that had ever happened to me before. Numbly I watched as Carmen pulled
the snap apart on the waistband of my clinging shorts. I continued to
sit there as she pulled the zipper down. As she began to pull at the
waistband trying to remove my shorts I realized that I didn't have any
underwear on. I had a momentary flash of embarrassment at the thought
of what Carmen would think when she saw I wasn't wearing any. Then the
foolishness of that thought hit me full force. Here I was being
undressed by another woman, and I was worried that she would think I
was a slut or something. I started to giggle a little hysterically at
the incongruity of the situation.

Within seconds of that thought Carmen had pulled my shorts off with a
little help from me leaving me naked from the waist down, still
giggling, or maybe a better word would be sobbing.

I was so frightened that I didn't know if I was coming or going.
Carmen gently pushed me backwards onto the bed, and placed my right
hand between my legs. She whispered in my ear, "honey, I want to see
you come, bring yourself off for Carmen, please come for me baby."

Carmen took my hand in hers and began to rub it up and down over my
pussy. I knew what was happening but all of a sudden I didn't care!
The feelings that were rush- ing through my body were absolutely
wonderful! I began to masturbate myself in front of my pretty
girl-friend, and it was good!

She lay beside me with her lovely face only inches away from my very
lubricated sex. I willingly kept up rhythm, pushing the palm of my
hand over my now swollen clitoris, feeling a gigantic orgasm begin to
rise within my body. I heard Carmen moan softly, and I could feel her
chin against my hip bone. I began to thrust my fingers as deeply
inside myself as I could force them; I was on fire.

"GOD, OH Goooooooodd!!"

The air rushed out of my lungs as I exploded, shivering and shaking in
physical delight. In a detached way, I imagined that I was Carmen
watching me come in front of her. I knew that my body was thrashing
around under my handwork, and now her hand was there too.

As I came in long sobbing shivers, I felt both of Carmen's hands
roaming over my open thighs and between my legs. I felt her lips
kissing my inner thigh. The fabulous sensations seemed to go on longer
than any orgasm I'd ever had before. As I felt a slowing of the
spasms, and was about to relax, Carmen moved between my legs, forcing
them wider and began to run her tongue over and around my hard,
throbbing clitoris.

I couldn't take it... It was too intense, I started to scream, "NO,
Carmen, NO, STOP, PLEASE STOP YOU'RE KILLING ME. . . GOD, YES!"

I had lost control. That had never happened to me be- fore. Even in my
most pleasurable orgasms, I'd always had some vestige of control. This
time, Carmen had played me like a musical instrument, and my body was
so sexually overloaded, I was close to blacking out.

Finally, either Carmen thought I'd had enough, or she was afraid that
someone might investigate because of the noise I was making, and she
pulled her mouth away from my crotch. (I can still remember how I felt
at that moment. I was crying, my cheeks were wet with tears, and I
couldn't stop sobbing.)

Carmen lay next to me on the bed and hugged me saying, "See how good
it can be when someone is watching you?"

She was giving me that brilliant smile of hers, and slowly my sobs
turned into giggles again, as we cuddled together on the bed.

I don't remember Carmen leaving that night. I fell asleep and didn't
wake until eight o'clock the next morning. I was naked in my bed, with
the covers pulled up to my chin. I had never felt better in my life.

After that night things changed in my life. I had never seriously
considered sex with another woman before. I had never even thought
about gay sex before, I like the big stiff Nordic cock that Jeff has
to offer too much to ever switch genders, but I had to admit that the
encounter with Carmen was something I'd never forget.

About noon, Carmen knocked on my door. "Hey honey, how're we feeling?
You were really hot last night!" She smiled, with eyes sparkling, "I
stopped by to drill a hole today; that okay with you?"

"Yes, I guess so. I'm not sure that after last night I'm up for much
anytime soon. I feel sated like I've never been before."

Carmen said, "That's okay with me honey, you can watch tonight, I'll
be the one doing the entertaining!"

I couldn't imagine what it would be like to really watch another
couple making love. When I thought about what Carmen had said, I began
to feel instant sexual excitement again. I was surprised; only a
moment ago I would have sworn that I'd had enough to last a week.

Carmen drilled a one inch hole in the wall above my bed, and when I
mentioned that a hole that large would be pretty obvious, she smiled
and reached into the bag she'd brought with her and pulled out a
little wall mirror. It wasn't more than 10 inches across, but it had
an interesting frame and looked nice hanging on the wall. We had to
rearrange the furniture so that my bed would be on the far wall to
offer a good view from the peephole.

When we were done moving the big stuff, Carmen sug- gested that I
check out the peephole for height and field of vision. I pulled out my
little two-step stepladder and climbed to eye level with the mirror.
Taking it off the wall and handing it to Carmen, I looked though the
hole. I realized that the mirror on her side was still in place, but
that I could see the whole room without obstruction.

"They're two-way mirrors aren't they?" I asked, knowing full well that
that was exactly what they were.

"Yup, they are. So can you see all right?" Carmen asked.

"Yes, perfectly. I still can't believe we're doing something this
perverted! If my mother knew about this, I don't know what she'd do!
And Jeff, well I just have no idea what he'd say." I was blushing at
the thought of Jeff finding out about our little setup.

That night Jeff showed up, and so did Peter, so we had to put things
off for a night. Jeff wanted to have sex, so after watching "Merlin"
on ABC, we went to bed with sex on our minds. I was feeling a little
guilty about the sex I'd had behind Jeff's back, and maybe wanted to
prove to myself that I was "all woman," at any rate I was planning on
giving him some great sex that night. And he knew it too, because when
I suggest starting off with a shared shower, he knows that I plan on
eating him up!

We stripped and headed for the bathroom. Jeff was al- ready standing
in front of the shower doors, adjusting the water temperature as I was
discarding my T-shirt and bra. As I turned to follow him, I heard a
knock from Carmen's side of the wall. There were three knocks, then
three more. It was our prearranged signal that the other was watching.
(We had decided to use the knock signal the first time or two, so
there would be no doubt.)

As I stood there naked, I know I must have looked like a deer caught
in the headlights of an oncoming Mack truck. I hadn't prepared. Was
Peter watching me stand- ing there stark naked? I had thought we
weren't going to do anything tonight.

Then I realized that Carmen had probably told Peter about our little
arrangement in the hopes of loosening him up a little. The whole
scenario ran through my mind as I stood there staring at the mirror.
Carmen wanted to get her husband back into the swinging mode, and
letting him watch us fucking would be a big start down that road. All
of a sudden, I felt a little used, but that feeling only served to
make me more aroused.

I smiled and turned toward the bathroom. Then I noticed that you could
see straight through the bathroom door to the shower doors. I felt a
moment's jealousy when I realized that Carmen would be able to see my
man in all his finery. I had expected to see Peter first, the thought
had never even crossed my mind about how I'd feel letting them see my
man naked.

Then the thought popped into my mind that if Carmen was successful in
her aim, she'd want to have sex with Jeff, and Peter would be fucking
me. This was too much to take in all at once! All I knew was that I
was super-horny being on display before a strange man's eyes. I
wondered if he had an erection because of me, then I wondered if it
was Carmen at the peephole looking at Jeff's semi-erect Viking cock
dangling heavily before her gaze.

Time to stop thinking about it and have some fun!

If having sex with Jeff while being watched was any- where as good as
the sex I'd had last night, well then I guessed I was glad that Carmen
had talked Peter into watching us tonight.

I put on my slinky walk, and glided on air toward my man. He had just
stepped into the shower as I came up behind him. I stepped in and let
the water that was cascading off his broad back splash onto my front.
Jeff turned to face me with his Jeff smile spread lustily across his
handsome face. (I love Jeff, he's really very straight forward about
life, and he's a god in bed.)

Jeff reached around me to close the shower door. I let him do it
without protest, but was determined not to do my usual shower routine.
When I want to reward him for being good, I usually make him come
twice, once in the shower, and once in bed; between my legs. I knew
he'd be disappointed, but I also knew I could make it up to him later
on the bed, where our neighbors could watch.

I became lost in the sensation of wet soapy skin touching wet soapy
skin. I love to rub, and squeeze, and to be rubbed and squeezed in the
shower. After Jeff had soaped my breasts, and had knelt down to soap
between my legs, I was finding my resolve breaking down. I just knew
that I wouldn't be able to resist, when it was my turn to soap his
body.

Damn, I was right. When he had me clean inside and out, it was all I
could do to stand. My legs were trembling under me as I squeezed some
liquid body soap into my hand and rubbed them together. Slowly,
savoring the feel of his soapy skin I ran my hands down his chest,
around his nipples, and on down his muscley stomach. When my hands
made contact with his beautiful straining cock, I stepped up close to
him, rubbing my very erect nipples against his chest while reaching
down to soap his smooth cock and massage slimy soap into his heavy
balls. Oh, the feel of Jeff's soapy genitalia is some- thing to
experience!

That thought made me involuntarily think of our neighbors. Would
Carmen get to feel these wonderful parts, what would she think while
she was standing in my shower, with my boyfriend, massaging his nuts.
The thought thrilled me, and then what would it feel like to do this
to Peter, maybe while Jeff watched...

All of a sudden I noticed that Jeff was groaning and leaning back
against the shower wall. In my fantasy world, I had been fucking two
men, but in the real world, I was jacking off my man's soapy cock and
he looked like he wasn't going to get out of the shower without
coming. Damn! I quickly took the overhead shower nozzle off its hook
and aimed it directly on Jeff's long hard cock to give it a quick
rinse. At the same time I bumped into the shower door and it swung
open. It didn't really matter with the shower nozzle hanging down from
it's hose. I think I would have normally closed the door anyway, but
not tonight! (I heard three faint knocks again.)

Jeff was still standing trembling against the shower wall, now in full
view of our neighbors, and I was looking at the tip of his shiny wet
cock swinging in the cooling air. I love Jeff's cock, especially when
it's squeaky clean from the shower. I could tell he was going to come,
so I wrapped the fingers of my right hand around his burning shaft,
grabbed his nuts with my other hand and squeezed, as I knelt in front
of his strong tanned body. I knew I had total control over him at that
moment. I could cause him pain, or give him pleasure. (I have always
chosen pleasure!)

One more squeeze on his large cock shaft, and the first spurt of hot
white sperm jumped out onto my chest. I couldn't help myself, with a
moan of sexual pleasure I sunk his big hot wet cock as deeply as I
possibly could into my mouth. I felt the next surge of hot cum pulse
into the back of my throat almost making my gag reflex take over. I
tightened my stomach muscles and began bobbing my lips up and down my
man's wonderful cock. (God, I love Jeff!)

I could hear him groaning as he released himself in my mouth. I made a
special show of swallowing. Girls don't have an Adam's Apple, but you
can still tell when they are swallowing.

I was sexually super-charged knowing that people were actually
watching us! I knew they must be touching each other on the other side
of the wall. They had to be going crazy over there, but at that
moment, they were only an after-thought to me as I lapped up the last
of Jeff's hot sperm with my tongue. He was so sensitive by then that
his whole body jerked each time my tongue ran across his sensitive
cock head. (Yes, this was really fun!)

We dried each other as we usually did, and I went downstairs to get a
couple of ice teas. It's always an adventure to go to the kitchen with
no clothes on. My apartment is really two rooms, one on top of the
other, with a spiral staircase running three floors up near the front
opening of the house. My kitchen, living room and balcony are on 'my
first floor' (second floor of the house) and my bedroom and bathroom
and on the next floor up (third floor). So when you go out to the
kitchen, you're really going out where anyone could look up the
stairwell and see you. I do it all the time, and so far I don't think
anyone has seen me.

So, when I got back and after we had our tea, we began to mess around
again and began to get really horny all over again. I knew that Carmen
and her husband were probably fucking each other right then as Jeff
and I lay in each other's arms. I could hear their bedsprings giving
off a rhythmic squeaking sound. I was so tempted to go over and remove
the mirror to watch them that it was almost a physical thing. The
thought of Peter's sperm transferring from his body into Carmen's at
that very moment was such a turn-on for me. Peter making his little
deposit in my friend, because Jeff and I had turned him on. I couldn't
wait any longer. I climbed onto Jeff and began stroking his wondrous
love tool to get it fully hard. I wanted to ride him until I came.

Jeffrey had other ideas though. He reached up and grab- bed my breasts
and began to massage them with his big strong hands. I could feel
wonderful sensations between my legs each time he twisted a nipple.
Then he just picked me up and laid me down on the bed. It never fails
to give me a rush when he effortlessly lifts me up like I'm a feather
and places me where ever he wants my body to be. I always feel so weak
and vulnerable in comparison to that Viking strength of his.

While I lay there waiting for Jeff to pleasure me, I heard the faint
three knock signal again. (Boy, they must fuck like a couple of
rabbits!) The thought of Peter mounting Carmen and humping her like an
animal made me even more juicy, just as Jeff thrust his tongue deep
inside my pussy.

"Hmmm, we're certainly ready tonight," he said with a chuckle. If he
only knew, I thought.

He started hitting all the right places making me squirm around under
his tongue. After a couple of minutes of pure animal pleasure, I
grabbed his hair and pulled his moist face to mine. We kissed - deeply
- as I took what I gave. I love kissing. If you know me at all, you
already know that about me. I could kiss all night long; well, in
between the love making of course!

After a while, I felt that we should give our voyeur neighbors some
more action to keep them happy and pulling my lips away from Jeff's, I
said, "Fuck me, caveman! Give me some of that horse dick of yours! I
need it deep, and hard, get those rocks off in me baby!

(Jeff likes a little dirty talk, especially about his wonderful
maleness, which is easy for me, because I like to talk dirty to him.)

"Come on, make me bleed, fuck me so hard that I'll scream for mercy!
Stretch me so wide that I'll be ruined for any other man! Come on,
honey! I need a big cock rammed in me, fuck me like an animal!"

(Yes, that's what I really say when we're doing it. I know it sounds
corny in print, but believe me, when Jeff has that big beautiful cock
poised, it all works very well; thank you!)

I watched him as he rose up over me, muscles standing out on his
biceps. He was poised over my opened body as if he was doing pushups.
His massive cock was so tense that even in that pose it was almost
tight against his stomach. I held my breath. . . My animal man lowered
his body in a quick thrust and entered me in one try. Jeff has that
knack, either we're perfectly matched or he's very talented, but he
can get really wild and still hit home 99 percent of the time.

"Oh. . .!!" I was instantly full of male cock.

He had thrust all the way home and was straining his pubic bone hard
against my mound. To be instantly full, and to be so wet is the
ultimate ecstasy for me. One of the things I like best about fucking
is the feeling of being filled up. There's nothing like it in the
world. It gives me a "complete" feeling I didn't have only a moment
before. And Jeff fills me up soooo nicely.

As Jeff drilled me with his rigid manhood, I could hear noise in the
next apartment. The mirror began to move. I couldn't concentrate on
it, because Jeff became the animal I had called him. He began to jab
me, pulling all the way out then thrusting to the hilt, and grind- ing
himself against my clitoris. Pull out, thrust to the hilt, again and
again. Faster and faster, my whole body was being jerked around
underneath his animal power. I felt helpless, just like a rag doll, as
he used me for his animal pleasure.

"Fu-u-c-k m-e, f-u-c-k-m-e-h-a-r-d-e-r, f-u-c-k-m-e l-i-k-e a-n
a-n-i-m-a-l. . ." I was starting to hyperventilate because I could
only breathe at the moments that Jeff was pulling out of me. As he
crashed back into my body, my breath was forced out of me, so I had to
take quick shallow breaths to keep some oxygen in me.

I heard a crash, it sounded like the windows of my apartment were
breaking, then a mind-numbing orgasm surged through my body, radiating
from our union point out through my fingertips. All of a sudden I
noticed that Jeff had stopped thrusting into me, he was holding me in
a bear-hug as his body quivered on top of me and inside me. In a
moment of sanity, I felt the first gush of his hot sperm shoot into my
womb, then another orgasmic contraction took hold of my body and I
forgot even to breathe.

When it was all over we lay sweetly in each others arms as we are
accustomed to do after great sex. After a time, when the blood slowed
its rushing through our veins, and the ocean noises quieted in our
ears, we both sat up and listened to the racket going on in the
Mallory's apartment. Anyone who cared to listen would know exactly
what was going on over there!

Jeff said, "What the hell?"

He got off the bed and went directly to the little one inch hole in
the wall. The mirror was on the floor in a million pieces, and he had
to step carefully so he wouldn't cut his feet. I watched his musclely
butt flex as he stood on his toes to look though the peep- hole.

I held my breath as I waited for his reaction. The noise coming from
the other room was getting louder, I could hear Carmen moaning loudly.
What would Jeff do when he realized that our neighbors had been
watching him fuck me? Would he be disgusted with what a pervert I am
for letting them watch us?

He stood at the peep-hole for the longest time. I admired his body as
his legs began to strain from being on tip-toe for so long.

Then he turned back to me, and I let my breath out in relief. There he
was with this big grin on his face, and his huge Nordic flagpole
waving a big hello at me.

Now my only fear is: Where is all this peephole stuff gonna lead!!

My Wife The Easy Lay

2005-08-22T11:29:00.000-07:00

My wife Carol and I would like to tell you about some of her
experiences with other men. The number of men who have had her
increases all the time. Over the last two years fifteen men have
fucked my wife many times on dozens of occasions. Sometimes she has
been screwed by just one man, but I have participated with her and a
stranger in fifteen threesomes, and I have taken part twice when she
has been fucked by a number of different men.

My wife is now thirty and as a woman in her thirties has a very sexy
figure. Her tits are quite large, but still firm, and they jut out
inside her blouse when she wears no bra, which is almost all the time.

Her belly is slightly bigger than it should be, but this turns on most
men she goes with. She has strong, sturdy thighs and long legs. Her
cunt, however, is enormous, allowing her to take two cocks up it at
once, which happens often. The size of her cunt is her main reason for
playing around, as she searches for a cock to fit her.

My wife has picked up men at dances, at clubs, contact adverts, and
has given herself to my friends and friends of her father. Recently,
she started regularly on Tuesday nights to go out to a local club,
Nero's, with a friend of hers, whose husband worked in the club. She
was thus able to get in without paying. Her friend couldn't fool
around much as her husband was working there but Carol managed to pick
up men on several occasions.

One day she went out with her friend, and I waited up for her,
wondering if she would bring anyone home that night. At 3.00 in the
morning she returned home with two men, Tony and Viv. She introduced
them to me, and they sat down while I poured them a drink. Carol went
into the bedroom and returned a few minutes later wearing just a short
shirt, her tits showing through and her cunt visible at the bottom.
Both men stared lustfully at her, but seemed afraid make a move, as I
was there.

My wife saw this, and took the hand of Viv leading him out into the
bedroom. I told Tony that it was alright, and that he should follow,
saying that I would be in there shortly. I listened for a while, and
heard the three of them talking as they undressed. Then there was
silence, apart from low moaning and the creaking of bedsprings.

I went to the wall and lifted a picture off the wall. Behind was a
spyhole into which I had fitted a magnifying eye. Through this, I saw
the two men on my bed with my wife, all of them naked. Each man was
sucking one of her tits, and she was becoming most aroused. Viv then
moved on top of her and sunk his prick into her gaping hole, which
received it gratefully as she arched her back and pushed her pelvis up
to meet his thrusts.

Tony moved around to her head and held it as he pushed his prick into
her mouth. I had an erection by now, and pulled my prick out of my
trousers. I wanked slowly as I watched the two men take it in turns to
fuck her cunt and her mouth. They swapped her around between the two
of them, until one of them shot into her cunt. He rolled off, and the
other man took his place in her cunt.

The first man moved again to her head, and she wrapped her mouth
around his cock, sucking off what remained ot his spunk and her
juices. The second man now shot his spunk inside her cunt, and rolled
off.

It was now time for me to appear. Pulling my clothes off quickly, I
went into the bedroom and lay on top of my wife. I stuck my prick up
her cunt and was rewarded with the feel of two mens' spunk around it
as I fucked her. With each thrust of my prick, I pushed out some of
the spunk left there by the two of them.

One of the men had his prick in my wife's mouth, and the other man was
feeling her right tit as I screwed her. Both of them then held her
legs wide open for me as I fucked her until I shot my spunk, adding it
to the two loads already up her.

The second man, Tony, started dressing and went into the living room.
I followed and talked to him for a while, because his friend Viv
wanted to have another fuck with my wife. We both listened as Viv and
my wife made the bed springs creak loudly, and I told Tony that he and
his friend could see my wife whenever she wanted an easy fuck. He
thanked me, and Viv and my wife came in.

Carol looked great standing in the middle of the room naked, her tits
covered with sweat and her thighs coated with four loads of spunk,
some of it still running out of her cunt and down her legs.

Viv said that he and Tony were in a football team, and he felt sure
that my wife could take on the whole team. Carol's eyes lit up, and
she said that she would love to try. This has not happened yet, but I
am looking forward to it, as I would love to see my wife being had by
eleven men, one after the other.

Appearances can certainly be deceptive; my wife looks highly
respectable, and several of my friends who have had her have been
amazed that she is an easy lay.

Also, the most natural sexual arrangement is a threesome, as a woman
can orgasm many times whilst one man can only do so a couple of times.
With two men, both men have fun and the woman gets satisfied for much
longer. There is also the voyeuristic pleasure of fucking a woman
while she sucks another man's prick, or vice versa.

Party Favours

2005-08-22T11:28:00.000-07:00

My wife, Annie, was brought up in a strict home, and hadn't even been
French-kissed until our first date in college. She was a virgin on our
wedding night, and though we fucked only twice, we had simultaneous
orgasms the first time. Annie's was so powerful she screamed. She also
came very hard on our second coupling.
Annie developed such a voracious appetite for sex that we tried every
nuance known to man and woman. She became an expert at giving head,
developing a fondness for the taste of semen. She even takes it up the
ass about once a month.

This past New Year's my firm gave a giant party to celebrate record
profits. Annie came to it in a tight little black dress that had a
mid-thigh hemline and spaghetti straps up above. The low-cut neckline
revealed most of her back and an eye-catching amount of cleavage. The
dress clung to her luscious body like a second skin, and caused every
man in the room to do a double take. I could tell Annie was excited
because her firm nipples showed plainly through the thin fabric, and
because her brown eyes were flashing with eagerness.

At this point James, the company president, walked over for an
introduction. "I have to dance with this ravishing beauty," he said.
"Be my guest," I said. The next song was a slow one, and before it was
over Annie's body was plastered against James's. In the dim light I
could see his hands were plainly and boldly cupping my wife's firm ass
cheeks. At the end of the dance James gave my wife a long and
lingering deep kiss and whispered something in her ear. When Annie
returned to my side she was breathless.
"He wants me to go up and see his suite," she said excitedly, her
breasts rising and falling.
"Do you want to?" I asked as my cock began to harden.
"Well, would you be mad if I did?" Annie asked.
"Only if you don't tell me what happens." My beautiful wife smiled
happily at my response, and I ran my fingers through her long, dark,
curly hair. "Remember, he's the big boss."
"He's big all right," Annie whispered. Then she smiled at me and
walked toward James.
"I'll be waiting," I said.

I watched James escort my stunning young wife toward the elevators.
Twenty minutes later I saw James again, working the room. But Annie
hadn't returned with him, and about five minutes later James
disappeared into the elevator. Once more I tried to keep my mind off
what might be happening, and ignored my watch. About 45 minutes later
I saw Annie making her way toward me. Her eyes never left mine until
she slid into the chair next to me. She was breathing deeply, and her
hand instantly grasped mine.
"So," I said, "was I right that he didn't just want to discuss the decor?"
"We talked," she said, "but we did everything else too."
My cock lurched in my pants, and I caught my breath. Annie waited as I
struggled to keep myself under control. "Was he big?" I asked.
My beautiful hot wife nodded her voice low but charged with sexual
energy. "He said he was ten inches, and I believe it. I think he was
as big around as my wrist."
I leaned in close, slid my hand along her thigh, squeezing it as my
cock throbbed. "Tell me all about it" I said.

"Well, on the way up in the elevator he kissed me - at first just
regular kissing, but then with a lot of tongue. I could feel his cock
against my belly, and he was squeezing my butt and sliding my dress
up. When the elevator stopped he had the skirt all the way up to my
waist and I was Frenching him back. I was so hot I couldn't stop."
I kissed her quickly, tasting a taint essence of semen, and said,
"Okay. Go on. I want to hear everything."
"We went into the suite, sat on a love seat, and he kissed me and felt
my boobs. Then he unzipped his pants and put my hand on his throbbing
cock. Honey, I've never felt anything like it before. I had to look at
it to be sure it wasn't fake or something."
When I gasped, Annie squeezed my hand and looked deep into my eyes.
I could tell what was going through her mind, and I said, "I love you,
and my cock is about to explode. It's killing me but I've never been
so turned on."
"When we got to the room," Annie continued, "he said he had to go back
downstairs to the party and put in an appearance, and he wanted me
buck naked, except for my heels, when he came back. So I took off my
dress and panties and waited for him to return." I groaned softly at
the vision of my wife, naked and horny, waiting for her new lover and
his gargantuan love stick.
"Was he pleased when he got back?"
"Oh, yes," Annie said, blushing. "He almost ripped his clothes, he was
taking them off so fast."

The tablecloth was long, and my napkin was on my lap when I unzipped
my pants, releasing my pulsing prick. "Go on" I said, as I placed her
hand on it. She fondled it under the linen as she continued.
"We kissed, he felt me up, and I handled his prick. Then we got on the
bed, and--well, we did it."
"Did he feel good?" I asked.
Annie lowered her eyes. "It was a lot better than good," she said softly.
"Did you like his length or his girth best?" I asked as fluid began
oozing from my prick, smearing Annie's palm.
"It I had to choose, I'd say his thickness. It was nice feeling so filled."
"His cock has touched you where mine never will," I said, unable to
keep a hint of jealousy out of my voice. My wife only nodded silently.
"I came, just when he got it all the way in. It was a screamer," she said.
I moaned softly as Annie stroked me.
"He kept telling me how great my pussy felt, how tight it was and how
juicy it felt. He was ramming me hard, and I put my heels in the
middle of his back so he could penetrate as deep as possible. He liked
it when I yelled and kicked. He didn't last very long though, probably
about three or four minutes, tops. I came again when he did, but it
was kind of a weak one."
"So your cunt is full of his sperm," I said, sliding my hand up
between her thighs. As I felt slimy stickiness below her twat, I
erupted with a moan, spraying semen all over Annie's hand and the
napkin. "I think you came a cupful," she said with a giggle. I nodded,
keeping her hand on me.
My penis had barely shrunk. "Was that it?" I asked.
"No," my wife said. She smiled, and my cock again began to expand. "We
kissed some more, and he touched me down there and-you know-sort of
teased my ass hole."
I knew what was coming. "He asked if he could screw my ass, and I was
all for it," Annie said.
"Stroke me," I croaked. "Go on." Her hand began its expert
manipulation once more.
"He got up beside my face and played with my nipples while I sucked
him hard. Then I got on my knees, and he used his come and my juice to
lubricate me. Then he put himself in and did me. It felt really good,
but he has no staying power. He came too fast."
"Did you come?" I asked.
She shook her head no. I was about to explode again. "He said I was
fantastic, one of the best lays of his life." Once more she studied my
face. "He wants me to come to work for him."
With another low guttural moan I came again. More thick, white spunk
splattered Annie's hand and the already soaked napkin. Panting, I put
away my tender organ and zipped up. Thank God, the room was dimly lit
and no one was paying any attention to us.

Annie brought her come-coated hand to her lips to lick off my jism as
she smiled lewdly at me.
"Do you think you want to take on a new job?" I asked.
"I think I can handle it," she said. "Can you handle it?"
As long as you promise to bring your work home with you and tell me
all about your day. You did tell me every thing, didn't you?"
Annie smiled mischievously and said, "Just about. I thought I'd save a
few details for later."
"Well, I think we should head for I home," I said. "Then you can tell
me everything you left out. We can talk about what you'll be doing on
your new job too."

My Cock-Crazy Wife

2005-08-22T11:27:00.000-07:00

My wife, Susan, is five feet, one inch tall - a tiny lady. She is a
beautiful, red-haired, green-eyed, sexy young woman. She has great
legs, a tight, round ass, and the biggest tits imaginable on such a
petite frame. They don't sag and look positively mouth-watering
without a bra. I love Susan very much and respect her as a person, but
I have to admit that what first caught my eye were these huge, firm
34-D's on such a tiny girl. We've been married a little over five
years, and have had a great marriage - until now.

Susan has a much older sister, Linda, who looks completely different
from Susan. Linda is tall and skinny (not thin - skinny), probably
5'10" or 5'11", with no ass or tits. Anyway, Linda is a very
successful realtor living in San Diego, and we hadn't seen her since
our wedding day. We exchanged Christmas cards and photos, and the
sisters called each other, but that was it, until last month. I don't
get to travel as often as I used to (damned FAX machines!), so when I
was assigned a trip to San Diego, I called Susan right away, and
suggested she join me so she could visit her sister.

Susan wanted to surprise Linda, so we didn't announce our arrival, and
instead, we just drove to her house, walked up to the front door, and
rang the bell. There was no answer. Susan suggested we look around
back, in case Linda was in the pool or gardening. As we approached the
high privacy fence around the pool area, we heard voices. Both Susan
and I pushed our faces close to the fence and peeked between the
redwood slats. I had never seen anything like it in my life!

Linda was face down on several towels, on her knees with her ass high
in the air, while this tan, young guy was ramming in and out of her
cunt with the biggest cock I have ever seen on a man - and it wasn't
just long, it was thick, too. And that's when all my troubles began!

Watching Susan's reaction to the sight before us, I could see that she
was completely turned-on. A virgin when we married, she had often told
me that my normal six-inch cock was perfect, and that even it
stretched her tight cunt at times. I'm sure she had never even
imagined a cock the size of the one plowing into her sister. I have
seen more than a few x-rated videos, and the cock I was watching was
bigger than any I had ever seen, even on the famous professional
stars. I felt major male insecurities at that moment. I saw that this
wasn't the right time to disturb Linda and her friend, and I pulled
Susan away from the fence. We returned to the rental car and waited
about an hour.

Later, when Linda opened the door, the two sisters had a happy,
tear-filled reunion and we met Jason, the guy now living with Linda.
At 21 years old, Jason was 20 years Linda's junior, and was almost
five years younger than Susan and I. He was muscle- beefy, tanned, and
blonde - the perfect California stud. Over dinner, we found out that
Jason had been Linda's pool maintenance boy before he moved in with
her. Linda insisted that Susan and I stay with her and Jason, so after
dinner, we collected our things from the hotel and drove back out to
Linda's house.

There was a note on our bed asking us to join them out at the pool. It
was a beautiful night, and the pool area was beautifully lit. Linda
was on a chaise, her skinny body wrapped in two thin strips of red
cloth passing for a bikini. Jason was in long white swim trunks, and
the long, thick outline of his soft cock was clearly visible, and not
missed by Susan's blatant stare.

We had had drinks before dinner and almost finished three bottles of
wine with dinner, and now, Jason was keeping our glasses filled with
some sweet, tropical concoction, and we were not feeling any pain.
Susan, giggling the whole time, told Linda what we had seen through
the fence when we had arrived that afternoon. Linda went on to tell us
that the first time Jason screwed her, it had been fast and furious,
and she hadn't seen how big his cock was until it was all over. She
laughed loudly and said, "I couldn't believe I had really taken in all
that pink meat, but I had, and I wanted it again! They say it ain't
the meat but the motion, little Susie, but don't believe them!"

Then she stood and said that we were all family and didn't need suits
in her pool. She dropped the two pieces of her suit and jumped into
the pool. Jason stood close to our chairs and slowly dropped his
shorts. Susan was all eyes as Jason hesitated and give her a good look
at his merchandise, and then he jumped into the pool. I could hear
Susan's raspy breathing as she looked at me and asked, "Well, Mike,
should we?" I didn't know what to say. Skinny-dipping was something
sexy that we had never tried, but I was beginning to feel
uncomfortable with the sexual tension obviously growing between Jason
and my wife.

Just then, Susan stood up, peeled her modest one-piece bathing suit
off, and dove into the water. She was barely wet when Jason swam right
over to her and put his arms around her from behind and filled his
hands with my wife's tits! Susan's hands disappeared below the water
and I watched as Jason's smile got even bigger.

"He's crazy over little Susie's big tits," said Linda as she sat down
on the chaise with me. "It's the only thing he's talked about since
you got here. And if you ask me, she's crazy for his big cock."

I stared in disbelief as Susan turned to face Jason and kissed him
passionately. "This can't be happening," I said. "We've never fooled
around before."

"Relax, Mike, what's a harmless little fling? Especially when you're
watching? You're in Southern California, now. Don't spoil little
Susie's fun!"

That didn't help matters as I watched Susan and Jason climb out of the
pool and lay on a towel. Susan had the head of Jason's monstrous,
erect cock in her mouth, sucking it with all her might, as Jason
noisily slurped at my wife's cunt.

Then I felt a hand on my cock. It was Linda and I was surprised to
notice that my dick was as hard as a rock. She bent over and sucked me
into her mouth as I continued to watch my wife's slutty performance.
After a few more minutes of sixty-nining, Jason got up and collected
cushions off the lawn furniture, which he threw on the deck and then
rolled Susan onto her back on them. He then knelt right up against my
wife's ass and pulled and hoisted her buttocks up into the air,
sliding the cushions around, under her. I knew what was coming next,
and as much as I wanted to stop it, I couldn't. And it wasn't the
so-so blow job that Linda was giving me that held me back. I didn't
want to cause a scene, and, most of all, I was afraid Susan wouldn't
stop if I asked her to.

By now, Susan's legs were wide-spread and Jason was in position, with
his monster-cock poised at the entrance to my wife's obviously wet
cunt. Linda looked up from my prick and said, "He measures just over
fourteen inches long and just over seven inches around. Magnificent,
isn't it? Don't worry about little Susie, he's good at what he does,
and I'm betting he can bury it to his balls!"

I gasped for my wife, watching Jason slowly work his giant rod into
her stretched-open pussy. Susan was moaning and grunting, pounding on
Jason's back with her tiny hands. Steady, steady, Jason kept up his
invasion of her tiny cunt. I was waiting for Susan to yell "stop!" or
scream in pain, but she didn't. Sooner than I thought possible, it
looked like Jason had his entire length buried in my wife. She had
taken it all!

They lay still together, for a few minutes, then after a few more
moments of slow thrusting, Jason began to pound that big dick in and
out of my wife's cunt with all of his energy. He lifted his hips away,
until he was almost out, and then slammed back down into her. I could
hear her wet cunt slurping loudly as it succumbed to Jason's
onslaught. Then, his tempo and power increased even more and Susan
went completely wild. She was delirious with lust and passion,
scraping his back with her nails, pulling his ass deeper between her
legs. She was fucking him like some animal locked in mortal combat.

And, then, they started to come. It wasn't slow or gentle. It was an
explosion! Susan came with a scream and almost-pained moans and gasps.
Again and again, she clenched her arms and legs around Jason. Finally,
with a deep grunt, Jason tightened his asscheeks and curled his toes
as he shot his cum into my wife's cunt. I filled Linda's mouth with my
cum as I watched Jason fill my wife's pussy with his.

They laid together a few moments, catching their breath, and then
Jason began sliding his cock out of Susan's cunt. "No!" she whimpered.
He removed his dick and Susan's cunt lips slowly closed. I watched a
huge wad of Jason's slimy cum flow out of her pussy and run down
between her ass cheeks to the cushions below her. Linda stood over my
wife and laughed, "He's something, isn't he, little sister?"

"I...I never...ohh..." Susan gasped in a soft voice.

"Well, give him five minutes and a soft bed, and you will think you've
died and gone to heaven. How about us girls switch bedrooms for the
night? Mike? Is that alright with you?"

I wanted to yell "No! Of course it's not alright!" but I didn't.
Something in Susan's eyes, the way they were almost pleading with me,
stopped me from saying what I wanted to say.

Instead, I nodded a small nod, "Hey! It's Southern California, right?"

"That's right, Mike," said Linda, "I don't have to ask Jason if he
wants to switch. The way he's looking at your big tits, little Susie,
I know you're in for a long night!"

And she was. Linda fell asleep soon after I finished fucking her bony
frame, but I laid awake in the bed listening to Jason and my wife
having the time of their lives. They moaned and groaned and grunted
and sighed and screamed in pleasure, time after time after time. The
only actual words I heard all night was Susan pleading with Jason,
"Oh, no, not my ass! Please, not there! Ow! Ow! Oh! Oh! Oh, yes! Shove
it all the way in, you bastard!" It was disgusting, but it was only
just beginning.

On Monday, I had to begin my sales calls for the week and Linda had to
open her office, and that left Jason and Susan home alone to frolic at
the pool, all day, every day. And frolic they did. I would come home
to find them fucking or sucking or sleeping by the pool, Susan's nude
body covered with love bite marks and dried cum. On Tuesday, I bent to
kiss Susan. She woke up and smiled at me and said, "Today, Jason
fisted me! We're going to have to try that when we get home!"

"Sure," I said, wondering if Jason was stretching my wife's cunt
beyond recovery.

Saturday finally arrived and Susan put clothes on for the first time
all week. As I put our luggage in the trunk and thanked Linda, Susan
was in the foyer, her skirt up at her waist and leaning on the stairs,
taking Jason's monster up her cunt one more time for a good-bye fuck.
Susan slept all the way home on the plane. Finally home and in bed
together, Susan kissed me deeply. "Thank you for this week, Mike."

"You seemed happy. What was I going to say?"

"You could have said `no.'"

"Would it have stopped you, Susan?"

"I don't know. I'm just grateful you didn't say it."

"He was good." It was a statement.

"Mike, I don't know how to tell you this without hurting you, but this
last week was the best sex of my life. I have never been fucked like
that before, and now I'm worried I'll never be fucked like that,
again."

"We could try." Thirty minutes later we rolled apart. I knew Susan had
had several orgasms, but I also knew something else.

"It wasn't the same, was it, Susan?"

"Maybe it was just too soon. Or, maybe-"

"Or maybe it will never be the same, with me, Susan. You loved his big cock."

A tear squeezed out of her eye and she bit her lip as she nodded a
tight, quick nod. "But, I love you, Mike!"

"I know, Susan."

The next morning, I awoke with an idea. "I guess we can invite your
sister and Jason in for a visit, Susan."

"Sure, but Linda said she's never been busier, and never takes any time off."

"Do you have any ideas?"

"Well...I've been thinking. Maybe there's a man on this side of the
country that would like to fool around."

Maybe you've seen Susan's ad in the free paper's classifieds. It's
been very successful, and has provided a steady stream of well-endowed
men knocking on our door and fucking my wife senseless.

Wanted: A REAL man. Beautiful, petite, young woman is searching for
the man with the biggest "club." Are you that rare man who measures
up? Anything less than 10" by 6" doesn't. The applicant MUST pass the
minimum entrance requirements, but it's worth it. BOX FPL0927

Susan keeps very detailed and complete records. She has yet to find a
stud to measure up to Jason, but she keeps looking. I keep telling
myself that it's just a phase, it's just a phase, just a phase...

Easy Pleasures

2005-08-22T11:26:00.000-07:00

Easy Pleasures

My wife, Dawn, and I were married a little over 3 years ago when she
was still 17 and I was 22. We had dated for a while and neither of us
had ever experimented very much with sex before we met, and we enjoyed
sex together, but all too soon after getting married it became
somewhat routine.

For the last four years, I've been working the midnight shift at "The
Point" and I try to keep a close relationship with my boss, Bob. Bob
is a huge guy and a really tough boss, but he is alright if you stay
on his good side. With that in mind, I even invited him to my wedding,
which was soon after I started working for him. Our apartment is close
to work, so Bob started stopping off there after work to have a few
cold beers before he goes home to his wife and kids.

Naturally, at this hour, Dawn was just getting up and was usually
still in her nightgown or just a t-shirt and robe. Needless to say,
Bob got to see a lot of my wife. Since this kind of excited me, and I
knew Bob was enjoying it, I told Dawn not to be so shy, and maybe even
sometimes put on a little tease show for his benefit. Dawn giggled and
blushed when I suggested this, but soon after our little talk, Dawn
started walking around in just her bra and panties, or a short nightie
or shirt with nothing on underneath. Bob obviously loved this and
would tease her a lot about her big tits or long legs or tight ass;
and sometimes he even pulled her down on his lap, feeling-up her tits
or putting his big hand between her thighs.

One night, Bob told me he was leaving early, but that he would still
meet me at my apartment for his morning brewskis. I had a suspicion
that he was in one of his real drinking moods and was going to my
apartment to get an early start - there aren't all that many places to
go at 4 o'clock in the morning - but there wasn't too much I could do
about it. I just hoped that if that was where he was going, Dawn
didn't piss him off somehow. I was right - Bob's car was already in
the parking lot when I got home and I dreaded Bob's mood since he had
a 4 hour head start on the beers. When I opened the door, I saw Dawn,
naked, sitting on Bob's lap on the sofa. Bob seemed to be in a great
mood and said that Dawn had been "entertaining" him in the bedroom for
the last four hours, and he hoped that I didn't mind. What was I going
to say? Dawn sure seemed willing and Bob could make my life hell at
work and, besides, the whole thing did kind of turn me on.

I later found out from Dawn that she thought it was me knocking on the
door at 4 a.m. and was very surprised to see Bob standing there
grinning at her. He told her that he had been "window shopping" long
enough and was ready for the real thing. Dawn told me she wasn't
really awake yet, and before she knew what was happening, Bob had her
down on the sofa and had dropped his pants and was trying to enter
her. She said she was scared of him and how strong he was and she
didn't want to make trouble for me at work, so after the first time he
fucked her, she just played along with whatever he wanted to do to
her.

Well, that visit started a new routine. Every morning, when Bob and I
got to our apartment, Dawn would blow both of us and then Bob would
take her into the bedroom and fuck her a time or two before he left to
go home and she left for work. I wasn't all that jealous of Bob, and
Dawn seemed to be enjoying the attention. She said that it was like
having two husbands. Some mornings, she'd really put on a show,
stripping and strutting around, showing off her terrific body. Even
work was going great. They had to let people go right and left, but I
stayed, and even got a small raise. When the lay-offs started, Bob put
me into a speciality job classification, which kept me pretty safe
from being bumped. I worked hard, but I was still a rookie with only
four years of seniority, so I also knew that Dawn entertaining Bob had
a lot to do with me having a job.

One morning, a couple of months after all the sex started, Bob asked
me if we could have a Bachelor Party at my apartment for one of the
guys we work with. I said sure. Later that morning, as Dawn was
kneeling between his legs, blowing him, Bob asked Dawn if she would be
hostess at this party, serving drinks and things. Dawn said she'd love
to, and would call in for the day off, so she could stay home and
help.

On the day of the party, Bob and I left work early and got back to the
apartment to see that Dawn had done a great job decorating and getting
all the food and beer ready. Bob handed Dawn a box and told her it was
something to wear at the party. Dawn called out from the bedroom that
it was too low and wide-cut to wear a bra. Bob laughed and said that
that was why he picked it. Dawn did look fantastic. The dress was real
short and plunged down in the front almost to the waist.

When the guys started arriving, Bob made a point to introduce Dawn to
them and you could tell from their looks that they liked what they
saw. Dawn and I were in the kitchen fixing food when Bob came in and
told Dawn to loosen up and act as sexy as she looked. He said he
didn't buy her that dress for her to act like "Emily Fuckin' Post."
Dawn rolled her eyes at me and shrugged. Then she started serving
drinks, and when she bent over, you could see her naked tits from the
front and her tiny white panties from the back. The guys (there was a
total of nine of us) were going crazy and Dawn was loving all the
attention. Dancing with all the guys, I could see them feeling her ass
or reaching down her dress to feel a naked boob. Soon, Dawn's dress
was off her shoulders and hanging from her waist, and she was proudly
displaying her large, round tits for all the guys. Whenever she got
near one, he would reach up and grab one or even lick a nipple. She
was going from lap to lap, laughing, kissing and being felt up. I went
to take a pee, and Bob was just finishing up. "Hey, boy," he said,
"this party is starting to roll, now. I'm gonna see if I can talk your
sexy little wife into blowing the guest of honor. He'd love that hot
little mouth of hers wrapped around his schlong!"

Bob stepped out of the room, laughed out loud and then told me to come
look. The guest of honor was sitting on a chair in the center of the
living room and Dawn was naked, on her knees in front of him, sucking
away at his cock. Bob laughed again and said, "I guess she had the
idea on her own, huh? Damn! What a sexy little slut she is!"

In the next hour or so, Dawn sucked all nine of us until we came in
her mouth. A couple of the guys said they wanted to fuck her, but she
said they couldn't and just had to be happy with what they got. And
they were. Bob got sucked off right after the groom-to-be, and I was
last. As Dawn was blowing me she looked up and said, "Are you having
as much fun as I am?!" I could only nod as I began to shoot my load
into her mouth. When Dawn finished with me, Bob lifted her up on to
our coffee table and made her bend over so he could slowly insert his
thick cock into my wife's virgin asshole as we all watched and cheered
him on. She whimpered a little as he entered her, and she begged him
to take it out, but he just kept pulling her back and forth on his
prick. He kept it up for at least five minutes, before he pulled out
of her and commanded her to suck him dry. Kneeling on the coffeetable,
she took him into her mouth and began sucking and licking and slurping
as hard as she could. Bob shuddered a moment, and then he allowed
himself to shoot his cum into her mouth.

Dawn stood up, put her hands on her hips, looked around the room at
all the lust-filled faces and said, "Well, after what Bob just did to
me, I sure don't have any secrets from you guys. Now you've seen it
all! I'm not calling it quits, but the floor and coffeetable don't cut
it. So, if anybody's interested, I'll be in the bedroom." Until the
party finally died late that afternoon, and everyone left, Dawn was
available on the bed to anyone who wanted her. Fucking or sucking - it
didn't matter to her. There was a line at our bedroom door all day.

Everyone had a great time at that first party, and all the guys
thanked me at work the next day. Since then, we've had a lot of
parties and the guys from work often just stop over for a quick blow
job or fuck on the way home in the morning. Bob has even brought his
boss over several times to enjoy Dawn's easy pleasures. Dawn's having
a ball and just told me that her younger sister is coming over to join
in the fun at the next party.

My Friend Norm

2005-08-22T11:25:00.000-07:00

My Friend Norm

I'll describe one of the five times this close friend of mine Norm
fucked my wife Lisa. I only know about five any way, I was present for
the first and fourth time. There could be more that I don't know
about. Norm was a very good single friend of mine who worked for a
pharmaceutical company and stopped by our house frequently both during
the day and the evening, sometimes I was not home. This describes the
fourth time.

One night after some pretty heavy partying at our house where Norm &
Lisa had been doing a lot of kissing and feeling, I went upstairs to
the bathroom. When I came out about ten minutes later, he was leading
Lisa naked into the front room. Lisa and I had only been married 7-8
months and she was right out of high school, she looked nice and
eager, standing in the middle of the front room, her full pubic bush
stood out against her white body. I said "what's up?" and she smiled
and said "he stripped me for action". He pulled her towards him,
giving her a big, deep French kiss while feeling both her tits roughly
in a big circular motion, then he pushed her shoulders down, dropping
her to her knees in front of him. He said "take it out and suck it"
she looked over at me for approval, and I nodded yes, he'd fucked her
on at least three occasions before. She fell to it eagerly, swallowing
his whole cock in one stroke. He then spread his legs as wide as he
could, putting his feet on the table, and slid down in the chair so
his cock, balls and ass were over the edge of the chair, then pushed
his cock down her throat. After 2-3 minutes he told her to lick and
suck his balls which she immediately did. I was getting so hard and
excited I thought I was going to cum. Suddenly he grabbed his balls,
pulled them up and pushed her head down and told her to lick his ass
hole, she resisted because this is something Lisa does not like to do
but she will if I insist or tell her to. He looked at me and said tell
this cunt to lick my ass, I told her she better do it or I would have
to punish her. With that he pushed her head so that her mouth went up
against his ass hole and she began to lick him. For a full 5 minutes
she licked his ass hole and he got harder and harder.

Then he told her to get on her knees. And he entered her cunt from
behind. This time he was pounding it into her. I got back and watched
as he rammed it to her for a good 10 minutes, then he asked her if she
was ready and she said no, but she said, she knew she had to be (I did
not know what she was supposed to be ready for). Then in one swift
move he pulled his cock out of her pussy and shoved it up her ass to
the hilt while she screamed and told him no it hurt but he continued
to fuck her ass for 7-8 minutes till he stiffened, pushed his cock in
as far as he could and dumped his load up in her ass. At the same time
she came, shaking and twitching and crying. He left his cock in her
until it started to get soft and he pulled it out with a plop. I found
out later that he had done this before to her so she knew it was
coming.

He always did do a good job fucking Lisa and I think she really
enjoyed it. If he hadn't been transferred to Arizona the following
week I know she'd have been getting gangbanged regularly after that.

Baby Doll Ball

2005-08-22T11:18:00.000-07:00

I didn't know what it was with my husband, Rod, but for a number of
months he hadn't seemed as romantic as he once was. We'd been married
for seven years, and I couldn't remember a time when Rod wasn't
interested in sex. At first I thought he had another woman on the side
but I know him pretty well. I knew he would never cheat on me.

Other things raced through my mind. Maybe it was a male life crisis or
something psychological. I hated to see him that way, and was honestly
worried out marriage might be on the rocks. I spoke to my sister one
day, relating all my concerns to her. We talked about several areas of
the marriage, wondering if one logical thing stood out."Do you dress
sexy for him? I assume you do."

I hesitated. "I guess that's one area I don't pay as careful attention
to as I could. I figure, why fuck with your sexiest clothing or
lingerie on when you're just going to remove it anyway?"

My sister howled with laughter. She started lecturing me on the
importance of lingerie, citing several items of apparel that were
sure-fire winners in the bedroom. "A red baby-doll nightie is one of
the most decadent pieces of bedroom attire," she said. "Red is like
waving a flag in front of a bull, and your husband is sure to turn
into a stud bull when he sees you in that!"

"You sure it's going to work?" I asked.

"You got anything to lose?" she retorted. Good point.

The next day I drove down Jo a lingerie store that seemed to have more
exciting attire than the others in town. I felt uncomfortable in that
place, but the salesgirl was very helpful. She calmed me down, and as
I explained the lingerie I wanted, she showed me a red baby-doll
nightie that was very sheer. It made me feel sexy just looking at it.

I went into the dressing room and tried it on, loving the way my
nipples and crotch fluff were revealed right through the material. I
bought it without hesitation.

I was thinking about it all the way home, and by that time, I could
barely contain my emotions. I felt like I was on a sexual high as the
seconds ticked away until the big moment. Rod went to the bathroom to
shave and do his business while I slipped into the nightie, the soft
nylon caressing every pore on my body. Showtime was imminent!

Rod came into the bedroom, but I was in another room waiting to do my
modeling routine. He jumped onto the bed just as I entered the room.
Time seemed to stop when he made eye contact with me, his jaw sagging
like he had a ton of stones in his mouth. I walked into the room nice
and slowly, accentuating every movement. I knew he could see almost
everything through the nightie, and I could see something else: his
cock standing up and applauding.

"Oh wow, that looks sexy!" he said, almost dumbfounded. "I've never
seen that before."

"That's because I bought it with you in mind. I think I've got your
engine running. Now let me rev up the motor!"

I peeled back the bedclothes. Rod always loves sleeping in the nude.
His cock was upright, perpendicular to the ceiling. Rod reached Over
and fondled my tits through the nightie. His hands were hard and firm,
my nipples responding by swelling. With his other hand, he worked
under the bottom of the nightie and snaked around my slick cunt-rim.

"Do it to me, Rod. My body is hot!" I moaned.

Rod kept fingering my hole, his fingers darting in and out with a
precise rhythm, the juices churning in my cunt with more fury, He
stopped suddenly and hauled me onto the bed, where he pushed up the
nightie just high enough so that he could mouth-fuck my snatch. He
turned into an aggressive little dickens, working me into a lather, my
cunt in turmoil every step of the way. My brain was numb, in a fog for
a few minutes until he made me come, shooting my sweet goo all over
his tongue and chin. It was one of the best climaxes of my life,
inspired by Rod and the nightie.

But Rod was just settling into a groove, it seemed. He climbed on top
of me, his cock aimed at my cunt. He drove it on home full force. This
made up for all the times when sex had become so tedious, because now
he was balling me like this was our wedding night and we were fucking
for the first time. We bucked and rocked together; for what seemed
like several hours, until he couldn't contain his semen a second
longer. His cream gushed into my pussy like tidal waves, my snatch
spasming and finally climaxing again as he emptied his sizzling seed
up my crack.

He wouldn't leave me alone for another hour, and finally he fucked
both himself and me to sleep. But in the morning he picked up where
he'd left off, that nightie seemingly being his major inspiration.

Our sex life has been born again, and it's zany to fathom it could
revolve around lingerie; but neither of us is going to question
success. I'm going to buy a black baby-doll nightie next week and see
what that does to his libido and his prick!

Grudge Suck

2005-08-22T10:16:00.001-07:00

I had lived in a rather large apartment complex for several years,
and I noticed one day that the couple that lived directly above me
were having some kind of dispute. I could hear them out on their
balcony, and it seemed like the girl, Dawn, was getting the worst of
the argument. Whatever was going on, I could tell it was a heated
debate and that Dawn was very angry. I knew them just a little, but
just by name, having chatted with them once in a while since they
moved in above me about six months ago.

I heard a door slam, and I wondered what the hell was going on. A few
minutes later, there was a knock at my door, and Dawn, my neighbor
from upstairs, stood there in tears.

"He's horrible!" she said.

"Come in," I said.

She brushed past me, and I could smell her perfume on her. It left its
hint in the air: something fresh, clean, and well, sexy. She went into
the kitchen and I followed. It kind of struck me as strange that she
would make herself at home so readily. But, I figured, in times of
stress, I guess people have a tendency to forget.

"You got anything to drink?" she asked, turning to me as I entered the kitchen.

I shook my head. "Ho, I don't drink very much," I said, "but I can
make some coffee, or tea, or whatever."

She walked back into the living room and sat on the couch and looked
at me. "Anything you have is fine," she said, her voice quivering,
close to tears.

Well, here she was, sitting on my couch, and I had no idea what the
hell to say. I didn't want to be rude and ask her what the situation
was all about, and I really couldn't tell her to get the hell out of
my apartment, either. I felt sorry for her, and sort of protective,
like, she had come to me for help and I needed to help her. Burt then,
I didn't want to get involved in what was going on between the two of
them.

"Well," I said, standing there, not really knowing what to say, "is
there something I can do to help you?"

She looked at my face, and her gaze travelled down my chest, to my
crotch. Her eyes lit up and she moved off the couch toward me.

"Yes," she said, and reached out and pressed her hand against my crotch.

Now that was a shock! I hadn't expected anything like this. Quite to
the contrary, I would have expected her to be tearful and full of
anxiety - not at all interested in sex or any man's crotch.

She moved her other hand to my chest, running her fingers down the
center of it as she smiled at me, her long lashes blinking slowly, her
eyes narrowing to slits. As she continued pressing against my growing
cock, I felt her other had reach the snaps to my jeans. Feeling my
cock jerk and expand in response to her expert attention, I leaned
forward slightly as she unsnapped the top button to my pants.

After a few moments of feeling her fingers moving down my snaps, I
could feel her hand move away from my crotch, and then I watched as
she lowered her head. She moved down and was on her knees in from of
me as she reached inside my briefs with both hands. She pulled my hard
cock out, along with both my balls. Her eyes widened a little, and I
felt one hand move to each side of my jeans. She tugged, and my pants
were down around my knees.

My fat cock bobbed straight out, pointing right at her lips. Her
tongue flicked out and she licked the underside of the head, bouncing
it away from her face. With her tongue, she played badminton with the
head of my cock, bouncing it first one way, then the other.

She was kneading my balls with one hand, and with the other, she
reached up and grabbed my cock at the base, wrapping her fingers
around it. Her fingers went under the base of my balls and she pulled
forward gently as she went all the way down on my cock. The pressed
her chin against my balls, and she tugged forward with her hand,
moving her chin back and forth against my balls, pressing them. I had
never had anyone do anything like that before, and it appeared that
this young woman knew all kinds of little secret moves, and knew a lot
about how to stimulate a cock.

I reached down and ran my fingers through her curly blonde locks as
she began to move her mouth up and down faster and faster on my cock.
I knew that it wouldn't be very long before I came. I tried to pull
away from her, but she reached behind me and grabbed my ass, holding
my crotch to her face. My knees began to shake and I could feel my
balls tighten as I shot a load of hot cum into her mouth. Against and
again, my cock jerked deep at the back of her throat and she made
swallowing motions with her mouth. She swallowed all of it, every
drop, as I continued to shoot my load. Then, after my orgasm was
finished, she kept my cock in her mouth, her fingers still massaging
my balls as she sucked the residue of cum from my cock Finally, she
let go of my cock and let it slid out of her mouth. She stood and
looked at me, smiling.

"Do you know what a 'grudge fuck' is?" she asked. "Like, you go fuck
someone, just to get back at someone else for doing some thing wrong
to you?"

I nodded.

She smiled even more broadly.

"Well," she said, "this was a grudge suck." Then, she turned and
headed for the door. At the door, she turned and looked at me again.

"Good night," she said, and was gone.

R. B., Forth Worth, TX

Hubby And Machines

2005-08-22T10:16:00.000-07:00

I had used a vibrator a few times in my life, and then, after a few
years of marriage, my husband had to leave town once in a while on
business. I hated going without sex, spending a number of nights
alone. So, I went to my local adult book shop and bought a rather
cheap, plastic vibrator.

The vibrator kept me company. One day, late in the afternoon, I got
horny, and went into the bedroom and lay flat on the bed, my legs bent
at the knees. I stuck the vibrating dildo into my pussy, loving its
moving tip, feeling the sensations all over me. My pussy was very wet,
and I stuck the vibrator into me as far as it would go. I reached up
and pinched my nipples, loving the sexual thrills running through me.

I was making so much noise, I hadn't heard my husband drive up, nor
did I hear the door as it opened and he walked in.

My only thought was what I must look like, naked, my pussy filled with
a machine, groaning and moaning. I tried to hide myself, despite the
big grin on my husband's face.

"I don't have to go to Denver tonight," he said. It was a rather inane
statement, I thought, considering the circumstances.

"That's nice," I said, grinning, the noise of the vibrator sticking
out of my pussy only too obvious. "I know how you hate Denver in the
winter."

I swallowed. I pulled the buzzing vibrator out of my cunt and flipped
the switch, then turned around and sat on the bed.

"Doesn't that thing make a lot of noise?" was all he asked.

"I can explain -"

His eyebrows creased on his forehead. "Explain what? You don't need to
explain. You want something hard and long in your cunt." He sighed.
"And, I guess I can't be here all the time, ya know. Hey, I think it's
kind of a turn-on," he added with smile.

He smiled and started taking off his clothes. As he pulled his shorts
down, I could see that he had one hell of a erection. It seemed like I
had never seen him so hard.

He simply got on the bed between my legs and screwed me silly. I
grabbed the vibrator and turned it on, running it around his ass hole.

He began thrusting slowly, then faster and faster as we both began to
moan with pleasure. He stroked faster and faster, and suddenly, I
could feel him cum inside me as his cock began to jerk. He pulled his
cock out of me and kept stroking it, letting the hot jizz fall on my
ass hole and my ass.

The smell and feel of the hot man-juice on my ass excited me further,
and I moved the buzzing vibrator to my cunt, and felt my own orgasm
rising up, and I came, moaning and groaning as wave after wave of
climax made my body shudder. We tried several different things with
the vibrator that night.

He left for Denver the next day, and I went to our local porn shop and
bought him a present. I had no idea how he would like it, or whether
he would like it. I bought him a penis pump. It was one of those
things that men stick around their cocks, you know, a big plastic tube
with a sleeve on it. It forms this suction...oh well, here's what
happened:

He came home from Denver, and I pulled out my vibrator and lay on the bed.

"Machines again, eh?" he asked.

"I got one for you," I said.

I pulled it out of the bag I had put under the bed. It came with a
silent pump that plugged into the wall. It looked just like an
aquarium pump. In fact, it probably was an aquarium pump. It sucked
and then blew, or you could fix it to where it just sucked.

Smiling, he took off his clothes and inserted his cock into the pump,
smearing petroleum jelly on the sleeve of it first. I flipped the
switch, and couldn't believe what I saw.

His cock began to expand, and he grimaced in pain as his cock became
larger than I'd ever seen it. It was absolutely enormous. It must have
been about eight inches long, and fatter than two inches across. The
expansion happened all at once. Suddenly, the sleeve sucked his balls
into the tube, right along with his cock, and they began to expand,
too!

"Turn it off!" he shouted.

I flipped the switch, and we had a hard time getting the damned sleeve
off his aching cock. But it stayed that way. He stood there and looked
at his giant cock, amazed. His balls were about the size of
grapefruit. I couldn't believe it, but I was afraid that he had been
hurt or something.

"Just thirty seconds, or a minute of that thing, and look at this.
That's positively dangerous."

"It looks dangerous to me, only, let me rub it for you." I reached
over and felt of it. I took it slowly into my mouth, and it felt
different. The skin had seemed to stretch to make room for the
increased size. I had thought that the pump would just give him an
electric blow job. I took it deeper into my mouth, and he closed his
eyes and moaned.

"Oh, God, what a feeling!" he said. His voice was thick, and his
breath was coming in fast gasps.

"You like that?" I asked, taking his cock out of my mouth.

"Oh, yes, yes!" he said, his strangely-shaped, expanded cock getting harder.

I was afraid of his cock. The instructions had said that it couldn't
do any damage, and that the swelling would go down. It recommended
using the thing every day.

I put his cock back into my mouth, and he shot his load of cum right
then. I pulled it out of my mouth and let go of it.

He looked down at it. "Strange," he said.

He started using the pump regularly after that, and now, there's not a
time when we don't use the pump. It keeps his cock enormous for at
least three or four hours, and it seems like it's bigger than ever.
But, what is even more amazing is the size of his balls. Just a few
minutes a day, and his balls have grown to the size horse balls...I
positively can not believe it.

I don't like using the vibrator anymore as much - I stay on edge,
waiting for my husband and his big cock to come home. Sometimes,
though, we just lay side-by-side, my vibrator plugged into one wall
outlet, and his pump plugged into the other. Then, he pulls his
massive, red cock out of the pump and sticks it into me, and then, I
get pumped.

We've now taken to sticking my vibrator in his ass as he fucks me,
with his giant balls slapping against me. I just love to lay there,
and let him rub my tits with those heavy balls.

We make regular trips to the adult book stores, looking for more
exciting pieces of machinery...

My Hose Fetish

2005-08-22T10:15:00.000-07:00

There is nothing more intensely erotic to me than to wear panty hose,
and look in the mirror, and see my cock pressed against my body.

My fetish probably arose because of my older sister, when I used to go
into the bathroom and play with myself, and pull her hose out of the
hamper and wrap them around my cock as I jacked off.

But, I never started to wear panty hose and panties until I was
married. I would take my wife's hose and wear them just about every
chance I could find alone.

That is, until she caught me.

I was in the attic, where I had a small office. There was no one
around, and my wife, Carol, had gone shopping. I pulled out my secret
stash of panties, and put one on, along with a garter belt. I pranced
around the room, looking at my hard cock pressing against the thin
fabric of the panties. I was thrilled to see myself in the silky, thin
material.

Then, the piece de resistance: I pulled off the panties and the garter
belt, and put on a pair of really thin, ultra sheer, slightly white
panty hose. I pulled them on, watching my dripping, hard cock being
trapped by the sheer fabric.

All I would have had to have done would have been to have touched
myself (WHAT verb conjugation is THAT?) and I would have come right
then. But, to my anguish and surprise, the office door opened, and
there stood Jane, my wife. Her mouth hung open, her face reddened, and
her eyes were wider than any eyes I'd ever seen.

She walked into the room slowly, and sat at my desk, staring at the
see-through bulge my hard cock made in the hose. She licked her lips,
though from being turned on, or because her mouth was dry, I had no
idea.

"Um," I said.

"Playing around, huh?" she asked with a small smile.

I nodded.

"How long you been into this kind of thing?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. It kind of thrills me." I was caught. There
was no use lying about it, or even trying to make up some kind of
story.

"It does look kind of strange, but kind of exciting, too. Do you like
me to wear panty hose? Or, is this just something you like to do?"

"I love seeing you in panty hose," I said. "I wear them too, cause it
turns me on. But, when you wear them, well, you know what it does to
me."

She looked at the ceiling, as if trying to remember something. Then,
she nodded. "Don't go away, I mean, er, don't change clothes or
anything, OK?" She stood and left the room before I could nod.

I stood there and waited. I wondered if she was going to go put on
some hose, or go get a shot gun and blow my shit away.

When she returned, she was dressed --- or rather, undressed --- in a
bra and panty hose.

She walked over to me and got on her knees, and flicked at my dick
with her tongue, through the material.

"That's exciting as hell," she murmured. "I like that."

She moved her tongue up and down the length of my cock, and then
nestled my balls with her lips. She licked and sucked on them, till
the fabric was totally wet with her saliva. Then, she lay back,
resting on the carpeted floor. She spread her legs, and I could see
her pussy was really wet, having soaked through the hose she was
wearing.

I got between her legs, my cock stabbing at my belly through the sheer
fabric. I licked her pussy through the hose. The taste was different,
and she suddenly jerked, her legs tightening and loosening. She had
cum, and I needed to cum, too. I moved my body up and rubbed my
trapped cock along the length of her pussy, and she came again, just
as my cum soaked the panty hose we were both wearing. I shot a big
load, and the cum was literally dripping everywhere.

I pulled away and lay beside my wife.

"Well, that was one hell of a thrill," she whispered.

I felt that it had, indeed, changed our slightly stagnating sex life.
From that day forward, we were like a young couple again, fucking
every chance we could get.

--- Brian B., Las Cruces, NM