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I don’t understand some relationships.

The weekend after graduation is a particularly dull time for a bottle

shop.  Everyone that wants booze has either left town, is still nursing

the worst hangover of their academic life, or is still plowing through

leftover alcohol.  Or has to work.  Which I was.

The late afternoon sun pounded through the dirty glass of the front,

what little was not covered with signs loudly proclaiming a message of,

in essence, “Get Drunk!  Cheap!  Here.”  The weather in Cambridge had

been particularly lousy, especially for June, our most promising month

until October.  But the thunderstorms and rain showers had given way to

a passably nice day.  The weather was guaranteed by the owner of the

shore having scheduled me for an all-day shift.

The job sucked, but the alternative was home to Lancaster, PA with my

parents, a fate I would have gladly licked Mass Ave clean with my

tongue to avoid.

I didn’t notice her at first, as all my attention was taken up by

counting out change for a $100 for a young guy who was buying a

newspaper.  He had a smile that I’m certain was intended to be

apologetic, and if I had been in a better mood it might have worked,

but I was inconsolable.  A line had formed, and she joined the end of

it, not stopping to pick anything up.  With each sale, I noticed a

little more of her.

Bottle of wine, $12.95.  Short blonde hair.

Two six-packs of Coke, $4.49.  About 5′ 8″, blue halter top.  Nice

figure.

Bottle of gin, $6.80.  Cute, button nose.

She reached the front of the line, and gave me a smile that broke

through my lousy mood.  Blue eyes.  A little necklace that looked

vaguely Southwestern, all turquoise and silver.

“I’m looking for Cedar Street?  Any idea where that is?”

We’re at the corner of Mass Ave. and Cedar.  This was going to be a

short encounter.  I told her.

“No, no, not that Cedar!  Cedar in Somerville.  I love Boston, but I

hate driving in Boston.”

We’re in Boston the way New Jersey is in Manhattan, but I wasn’t going

to start that line of conversation.

“Where are you from?”

“California.  How about yourself?”

“Lancaster, Pennsylvania.  I’m going to Harvard …” I started in, but

I seemed to have said the magic word.

“Lancaster!  I have friends in Lancaster.”  Reminded me a bit too much

of the Pennsylvania license plates, but she’s gone on.  “They’re

members of my sorority, and I just saw them at our June Weekend

reunion.  I’m in town for that …”

As she went on, a one-person conversation, I took in her voice (quite

husky, considering her bubbly demeanor) and glanced (with appropriate

discretion, I hoped) up and down her body.  She was, well,

well-stacked.  Unfortunately, my discretion was insufficient for the

task, and I looked back up to her face to see her smiling at my

regard.  As I blushed, she leaned down over the counter.

“Some people get all the fun jobs,” she said, in a low, conspiratorial

voice.

“Uh, yeah.”  Witty reply.  Clever.  That’s right, I thought, wow her

with your intellect.

“Place seems quiet, today”  She said, glancing around, stretching

herself.  Her elbows sunk slowly onto the countertop.  I looked up from

the view thus created by the lowering of the halter-top fabric to see

her looking at me with a smile that had switched from conspiratorial to

something else.

“Think of anything we could do to make the job more fun?” she said.

“Well, it’s cooler in the back.”  Shit, I thought, did I say that?

“We could fix that,” she said, turning around and surveying the back of

the store for the door.

“This way,” I managed to gasp out with lungs that didn’t seem

completely under my command.  In one fluid motion, I had closed the

register, grabbed a package of condoms from behind the counter, and

locked the front door.  No customers in the parking lot, good, just one

car, must be her’s.  It looks like there’s someone in it, but nah,

couldn’t be, anyway, who cares?

I led her into the back room.  It’s even worse than the typical back

room of a liquor store, whatever that looks like.  There are boxes

piled everywhere, both empty and full, the usual collection of posters

proclaiming that all you have to do is drink some terrible brand of bad

American liquor and amazingly women who would scrape you off their shoe

now will fall into bed with you.  Not in so many words, of course, but

the message is clear.

She surveyed the scene, with what I assumed was less than complete

enthusiasm.  Well, it is a bottle shop, not the Marriott.  But when she

turned around, she still has that infectious lovely smile on her face …

“I can cope with this.”  She pulled the tank top over her head,

revealing her lovely breasts still in a white bra.  The bra came off a

moment later, and she was in my arms, pulling me down to a kiss.  And a

very nice kiss it was, very deep and soft.  Even with lots of tongue,

there are kisses that are very sharp and angular-feeling, but this was

a lover’s kiss.  I still can’t completely explain the difference, but

there you are.

With a plop, the package of condoms dropped to the floor.  She somehow

managed to slither out of her shorts while kissing me, and did a

lovely, slow, descent to her knees, running her hands down my chest.

Kissing me through my jeans, she unbuttons them, and applies her mouth

to my already-hard cock with tremendous skill.

“Now …”  Lick.  “I don’t …” Slurp.  “have …”  Gulp.  “much time

for this,” she finally managed to get out, between licks with her

tongue along my balls, “so let’s be quick!”

Nothing like a little performance anxiety to make an evening special,

but I wasn’t going to turn this down for anything.

She retrieved the packaged of condoms, and (with cardboard and wrappers

flying everywhere) managed to extract one.  As she stood up, naked

except for jewelry and shoes, she rolled one onto me with one hand, the

other steadying herself on my shoulder.

“OK, I’ll just bend over like this,” she said, as businesslike as if

she was staging a play.  She turned her back to me, and bent over,

steadying herself on a pile of Guinness boxes.  She spread her legs,

and one hand spread her lips apart.  Amazingly, she was very wet

already, wet enough to…

“Well?  C’mon!” she said, always impatient.  OK, OK, I was just

enjoying the view.  I stepped forward, rubber-clad penis in hand, and

slid it.  There was almost no resistance, I was amazed.

I started slowly, with long strokes, but she was having none of it.

She started setting the rhythm, pushing back, in, out, in out.  Her

free hand was playing with her clit, and she was starting a lovely

pattern of moans in time with her thrusts.  In, out, in out … she

came once, twice as I finally lost control and pounded into her,

grabbing her hips.

She started screaming, loud enough that I was afraid the next door

dry-cleaners would hear.  “Yes, yes, YES!” she yelled out as I came,

much faster than I thought I ever would, shaking as my cum poured out

of me.

I staggered back, a bit unsure of my balance, and came out of her with

a pop.  She gave a small whimper of displeasure, but was back into her

shorts and tank top (bra in the pocket of the shorts) before I even had

the condom all the way off.

“That was very nice, thanks.  I better go, my boyfriend’s waiting.”

“BOYFRIEND!”

“Yeah, he’s in the car.  He’ll wonder what’s taking so long.”

“Boyfriend?”  OK, I had already said it, but I still wasn’t quite

getting the answer I was looking for.

“Relax, he’s reading a newspaper, and nothing distracts him from that.

Anyway, gotta go!  Thank you kindly,” she said, with just a touch of an

affected southern accent.  And with a small peck on the cheek, out she

went through the store, unlocking the front door and tearing out of

it.

I staggered into my clothes, cleaned up the condom package debris in

the storage room, and put one condom-package worth of change in the

register (the owner would notice, he’s that kind of guy).

I watched the car pull away, and head down Mass Ave.  Even through the

grimy windows, I can see that it was the guy with the $100 driving.

I still don’t understand some relationships.

July 24, 1992

Wife Dates new lover.

I’m going to keep a dairy of my emotions tonight. I plan to write

a little something at least each hour. I’m doing this because it

does two things. First it gives me something to do and secondly

many people have asked how I feel at such times.

You see my wife, Dena, and I have an open marriage. At least it’s

a one sided open marriage. Throughout our 14 year marriage I have

remained monogamous while Dena has had many lovers. I don’t mind

her affairs, in fact I was the one who suggested she date other

men. 

I do admit that nights such as this I am somewhat nervous because

Dena is dating this guy for the first time. On the other hand it

was me who arranged this date. Here’s how it began.

Wednesday night Dena and I went to a local restaurant/lounge for

dinner. It’s a favorite night-spot for visiting businessmen and

salesmen so it’s usually full of men looking for a good time. Our

hopes this night were to allow Dena to meet someone she found

attractive and invite him to our home for the night. Dena often

visited to this lounge alone in an effort to meet a new lover. On

those occasions she has never failed to have sex with someone even

if it’s only a quickie in the parking lot or sometimes she’ll give

her friend head only. Most times she’ll be invited to one of the

adjoining hotel rooms where she’ll sometimes spend the entire night

satisfying their mutual urges. But I am getting off the main

purpose of writing this.

Dena and I arrived at the lounge around nine. As expected the place

was packed with mostly single men. Dena had worn a low cut dress

that was made of a material that when viewed with a light from

behind silhouetted her body sensuously.

We were got lucky and found an empty table right away. This was

what we were hoping for because it would allow us to invite her

prospect to a seat while we got to know him better.

Within minutes Dena spotted several likely candidates. She had

already managed to make eye contact with one man who seemed in his

lat thirties. He was a rather tall man with a dark tan that

suggested the outdoor type. Dena turned to me and said. “Honey,

that’s the man who’ll be fucking me soon.” My cock stirred. I told

her that I would go to the restroom and stay longer than necessary

and for her to make her move while I was gone.

I didn’t really need to go to the restroom so instead I found a

place at the far end of the bar. I could clearly see Dena but could

only imagine what she would be saying. I had just ordered a drink

when Dena and her friend made eye contact again. Dena gave him one

of her sexiest ‘comon’ smiles. Seeing I was not at the table the

man wasted no time approaching Dena. They talked briefly then got

up to dance. I watched as Dena danced closer than necessary,

pressing and rubbing herself into her friends arms. The next song

was somewhat faster and they danced to that with Dena smiling

prevocativly to her friend. The third number was another slow tune

and this time Dena’s friend’s hand found her pump ass. He was

getting himself a good feel of her ass when I noticed Dena look him

directly in the eye then she kissed him. One could see their kiss

was passionate even from a distance. I knew her tongue was probing

his mouth as if to say. “I’m yours. Take me.” I smiled nervously to

myself. I knew that before long this handsome stranger would be

lost inside my wife’s love tunnel.

I got up from the bar and took my seat at our table while this

stranger continued to turn my wife on. After the dance they

returned to the table. Dena introduced her friend as Sam. A

salesman in town for a few days. We invited Sam to join us at our

table which he did although he was somewhat nervous. We ordered

drinks and Dena asked me to dance with her.

On the dance floor Dena said. “I want him to fuck him Honey.” “I

gathered as much.” I said. “I want you to ask him to fuck me while

you watch.” I asked if she thought that might drive him away. “You

better hope not or you won’t get any seconds tonight like you

like.” “Then I guess it’s up to me.” I said. We returned to the

table when the dance finished.

Dena didn’t sit down but instead she excused herself to go to the

powder room. Sam and I watched Dena’s ass swing away through the

crowd. “Nice ass isn’t it Sam?” “Is it ever.” Sam said then

realizing he was saying that to me Dena’s husband he quickly added.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t say that.” “Or think those thoughts.” I

chuckled back. “That too.” Sam said. “It’s OK Sam, Dena told me on

the dance floor that she wants some of you too.” you mean…” Sam

let his sentence trail away. “I mean she wants to fuck you

tonight.” I said. “But what about you. I mean she’s your wife isn’t

she?” Sam said. “She is my wife but you see. Dena and I have an

open marriage. I enjoy letting her sleep with other men. I

sometimes join in, sometimes I just watch, but most times I’m not

even present.” I said. “You mean you’ve watched her fuck another

man?” Sam asked. “I have. Many times. Tonight I want to watch you

fuck her. Will you?” I asked. “If you’re serious I will. I’ve never

fucked a man’s wife while he watched.” Sam said. “Nothing to it.

Just get naked and jump in. I can tell you she’s got some good

pussy and knows how to please a man.” “God my cocks getting hard

right now.” Sam said. Laughing I said. “Mine’s been hard.”

Dena returned to the table and sat down. “OK. What’s with the

grins. What’re you boys up too?” Dena asked. “Well it seems Sam

wants the same thing we do.” I said. “Really? Sam you’ll do it?”

Dena asked excitedly. “If you two are for real.” Sam said. Dena

reached over and placed her hand on Sam’s cock. “We’re for real.”

She said. Then turning to me she said. “Honey, can we go home now.

I think Sam’s ready and if I get much wetter I’ll slip off this

chair.” We all laughed and rose in unison to leave.

I paid the tab as Dena and Sam walked ahead to our car. They were

already at the car kissing as I walked up. “Honey, Sam and I are

going to ride in back so we’ll have more room if you don’t mind.”

Dena said. “OK.” I answered then we got into the car, Sam and Dena

in back. Starting the engine I said to Sam. “Sam, hold onto your

balls or she’ll suck them through your cock before we get home.” As

I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being unzipped Dena

said. “He knows me all too well Sam.”

I drove out of the parking lot and turned the car toward home, only

a few miles away. “Oh God, what a beautiful cock.” Dena said. I

heard Sam catch his breath and knew that Dena had taken his cock in

her mouth. She likes to deep throat her lover as soon as she takes

him in so I knew also that her nose would be pressed tightly

against Sam’s belly. “Can she take it all Sam?” I asked. “Goddam,

can she. I think she’s going to swallow me whole.” Sam said.

Laughing I said. “Just sit back and enjoy it, she knows what do.”

Dena’s mouth was making sucking sounds as I pulled into our drive.

She was really working on Sam’s cock. I turned the engine off and

turned in my seat to look into the back. Sam was laying back with

his eyes closed while Dena was on her knees in the floorboard.

Although Dena head blocked my view I knew her mouth engulfed Sam’s

cock. “OK, Honey, lets go inside so Sam can relax while you show me

what you can do.” I said. Dena’s head continued to bob a few more

times before she reluctantly released Sam’s cock from her mouth.

Moving up to kiss Sam she said to him. “God Sam, you taste good.”

I allowed them to hold their kiss for awhile then opening my door

I said. “OK you love birds. Lets go inside so we can all get

naked.”

I opened the back door and Dena got out first. Sam was trying to

stuff his manhood back into his pants. Dena said “Don’t bother

doing that Sam. I’ll just have to take him out as soon as we get

inside. Noone can see you anyway.” Sam looked around and seeing

there was no house in sight he got out of the car. His cock

standing tall before him. I knew Dena would enjoy herself tonight

because Sam’s cock was about 10 inches in length and as thick as

her wrist. The head of his cock seemed almost small. Like the early

space capsules sitting on top of the booster. I was anchious to see

that cock stretching my wife’s pussy as it plunged into her depths.

I couldn’t see Sam’s balls but I hoped they too were large and full

of cum. Dena liked it when her lover gave her a massive load. She

especially liked her lovers cum to be thick. Very thick.

Once inside Dena led Sam to our bedroom. I turned back the covers

on our King sized bed as Dena undressed her new lover. Sam lay back

on the bed as Dena began undressing. I went to get clean towels and

drinks as Dena dress fell to the floor. I knew that when I returned

Sam would have his cock buried in Dena’s pussy.

I got the towels and took two of the smaller ones and wet them with

the hottest water I could stand. After wringing most of the water

out I got three beers out of the refrigerator.

As I entered our bedroom all was as I expected. Sam was on top of

Dena pumping his manhood into her. Dena was arching her back to Sam

so she could take him as deep as he would go. I sat the drinks and

towels on the night stand then began to undress all the while

watching Sam fuck his cock into my wife. Once undressed I sat on

the corner of the bed. I had a perfect view of Sam’s cock as it

entered my wife. I began to slowly jack my own cock as the stranger

before me fucked my beautiful wife.

After a few minutes I could tell Sam was about to cum. This excited

me even more knowing my wife was about to receive a load from a man

we hardly knew. I began shooting my load about the same time Sam

began shooting his. “Ohh God Sam! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck your cum

in me!” Dena was gasping. I knew she could feel Sam’s cum exploding

inside her ’sugar walls’. My own cum was flying a I jacked myself

harder and harder. Sam’s back was stiff now as he spilt his seed.

I could see the first faint whispers of white cum escaping from

Dena’s pussy as Sam slowly pumped his cock into her. I knew he was

trying to empty himself on this first go. Dena was squirming

beneath Sam her own organism reaching it’s climax. “Ohhh God! Ohhh

God! I’m cumming! I’mmm Cummming! Shoot it in me! Shoot it all in

me!” Dena was gasping.

As our three mutual climax’s subsided Sam lay spent and still on

top of Dena. Dena’s pussy twitched as the tingling subsided. My

hand was wet with my own cum as were my legs. I moved myself into

position and kissed Dena deeply. “I love you.” She said. “I love

you too.” I said. “And I love Sam’s cock inside me.” Dena said and

kissed Sam as deeply as we had.

As their kiss broke Sam rolled off Dena and lay beside her. “Eat my

pussy.” Dena said to me. I maneuvered myself between Dena’s legs.

Sam’s seed was just beginning to really flow from Dena’s pussy.

“Clean my pussy Honey. Clean Sam’s hot cum from my pussy while I

get him up to deliver a new load.” Opening Dena’s pussy with my

hands I placed my mouth on her silky wetness. I was immediately

greeted with the unmistakable taste of fresh cum. I lapped Dena’s

pussy like a new puppy. My cock was hard as nails as I cleaned her

pussy so Sam could deposit a new load soon. As I worked on Dena’s

pussy she was busy sucking Sam’s cock back to life. My jaws were

beginning to cramp when Dena said to me. “Honey, I think Sam’s

ready to make another deposit.”

I moved to my place at the corner of the bed as Sam once again

mounted my wife. His cock stabbed at her pussy two or three time

without entering her so I gently took his cock in my hand and

guided it into Dena’s pussy. Sam began pumping with renewed vigor

as his cock buried itself deeply in it’s warm wet heaven.

Again I jacked myself off as I watched the sight before me. Sam

still hadn’t shot his second load although Dena had climaxed

several times. Each time she became more vocal. Asking if I could

see Sam’s cock disappearing into her. Asking Sam to fuck her

harder. To shoot his load inside her. To fill her pussy full of

cum. As Dena begged Sam for his cum I shot my third load into the

air. Now Sam grunted “I’m cumming! I’ cumming!” “Ohh Yesss! Ohh

Yesss! I feel it. I feel you shooting inside me.” Dena was saying

to noone. To me she said. “Honey Sam’s shooting his load in my

pussy! I feel him shooting his hot cum load in me!” then “Ohh

Goddd! Ohhh GGGoddd! I’m cumming too! Ohhh Godd, Fuck me! Fuck me!

Fuck me!”

The sight before me was beautiful. My wife beneath this handsome

stranger with the massive cock shooting his seed into her deepest

recesses. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I shot my forth load.

After Sam spent himself and three of us rested awhile Sam and I got

dressed and I drove him back to his hotel. He asked if he could

call Dena and perhaps date her next time he’s in town. I told him

that I was sure she would like that and would be disappointed if he

did not.

Dena was asleep when I got home. She had placed one of the towels

between her legs but it had fallen away when in her sleep she

spread her legs. Sam’s cum was still slowly oozing from her pussy.

I decided not to wake her and instead I jacked myself to

compleation again as I watched Sam’s cum run slowly down my wife’s

ass then join the wetness of the towel below. It’s times like these

when I feel closest to Dena. I love to see her get pleasure from

another man.

That brings us to the present. Sam called Dena today and told her

he liked her pussy so much that he decided to stay one more night

if she would see him again. Dena agreed to date him and promissed

to call me after each time they had sex. She called me about 45

minutes after she left to meet Sam at his hotel to tell me that she

had just finished giving Sam a blow job. She said he had shot

several very thick globs of cum in her mouth. She had swallowed all

of it and could still feel the slight burning in her throat and

taste his cum in her mouth.

Sam’s in the shower now and Dena was planning to join him after

hanging up with me. I can just see her now. Pinned to the shower

wall while Sam pounds his cock in her. Or perhaps he has her

sitting on the counter. Her legs spread wide. His cock buried deep

in her pussy spilling more of his thick white jism inside her

pussy. God this is almost as good as being there. I know the phone

will ring soon. It will be Dena telling me that she has just

accepted another load of cum. I wonder how many times she’ll call.

Lot’s I hope.

God I love her. I love her fucking. I love her sucking. I love

sloppy seconds.

In one fluid motion he reaches an arm beneath your buttocks

and another behind your back, and lowers you to the floor.

His hands begin to search every inch of your exposed body,

touching, caressing, fondling. Their rough texture on your

soft skin belies their gentleness. slowly his right hand

finds your clitoris and begins a gentle stroking which sends

waves of sensation coursing into your trembling belly. You

close your eyes, giving yourself over completely to the

sensations, feeling your mushrooming desire.

Your sensations gradually grow in intensity as the rhythm of

his hand on your clitoris grows ever faster. Suddenly he

stops, and you feel him move down toward your mons. He parts

your thighs and with a start of disappointment you feel him

move between them. Before you can open your eyes, you feel

the insistent pressure of his hand replaced by a warm, wet,

raspy sensation around your vagina, which moves slowly

upward toward your hot clitoris. As his wet tongue rasps

gently across it’s inflamed head you feel your belly explode

in orgasm.

As you writhe in helpless rapture his stroking tongue guides

you from peak to peak, until you think there can’t possibly

be any more. But moment after moment he caries you higher

until you believe you’ll die. Finally, you collapse, beyond

sensation, floating on a soft carpet in a warm sea. You lie

exhausted, but yearning for more.

The stroking of his tongue subsides to a warm caress which

adds a gentle pink haze to your dream like state. Then,

gradually you feel his tongue become more insistent, and

once again, and yet again, you explode in ecstasy. Time

after countless time you follow this stranger into

sensations you never imagined possible, and after each he

gives you an eternity of quiet caressing to savor the

journey.

Finally, his tongue abandons your clitoris, and begins a

march across your belly. Nibbling, stroking, sucking, he

moves up to your full breasts. You feel his warm, wet tongue

gently circling your erect and sensitive nipples, first one,

and then the other, as sensation shoots from their tips to

the pit of your stomach. As he moves along your body,

hovering just above it, you feel his penis, erect, inflamed,

pressing into your thighs, and then your stomach, pulsing

gently up and down. You feel his breath panting on your

neck, and the extinguished flame of your desire rises again

from the ashes.

You become aware of the tip of his penis pushing gently at

the entrance to your vagina, as he sucks gently on the skin

of your shoulders. Your hands move along his back, stroking

the hard ribbons of muscle beneath his skin. You feel his

body begin to thrust at your vaginal entrance, and you

sense his need through the insistence of his movements. Your

hands run down his back and grip his iron hard buttocks, and

you pull gently, encouraging his joining with you. As he

feels your hands pulling him firmly toward you, he thrusts

forward, and your well lubricated vagina engulfs his

engorged penis. You both gasp with pleasure at the

penetration.

His penis begins to stroke rhythmically, and with each

pistoning movement he seems to fill you completely. His body

is very strong, and his desire for you is intense, but his

movement is surprisingly gentle. This strong, hard man is

making love to you, and the sudden realization of it brings

on an orgasmic release which is as unexpected as it is

pleasureable. You rock together in a rhythm as old as time,

as waves of pleasure on the physical plane, and joy on the

spiritual plane wash over you both.

As your orgasm subsides into a warm glow, his thrusting

grows more gentle, virtually stoping at times.

Still he moves in and out, almost helplessly. Each gentle

thrust of his hips places his body deep inside yours. The

simple pleasure of being joined rivals the intensity of the

other sensations you have created together. You have no

sense of time, or place, only the joining, the oneness.

You can feel beneath the tightness of his back muscles a

growing need, an insistence, which is as much a part of his

primal being as the white hot fire in your belly is of

yours. You can sense in him a need to climax, to finish the

act, to leave part of himself inside you. You feel this need

building with every pistoning of his massively erect penis,

with every thrust of his hips. You can feel his buttocks

clenching with increasing desperation as he nears his

completion. As you feel this need, you want to join him

fully. His increasingly powerful thrusts are greated with

your own ever more powerful upthrusts as you strive together

to join in this most human of acts. You pound together,

stripped of intellect, reduced to primitive animals,

grunting, panting, sweat intermingling, senseless, inflamed

, and desperately reaching for each other. In a moment his

thrusting becomes beyond his control. You open yourself

totally pressing upward to meet his downward plunges until

he moans, tortured, and begins to stiffen with the

approaching climax. Your own final orgasm grips you at the

moment you feel his completion, and you hold him desperately

with every muscle in your body. His back arches violently,

and between your sweaty thighs, deep in the recesses of your

clutching vagina, you feel him begin to throb.With each

throb in your vagina, you hear him gasp, and you feel his

hot semen pour out of you, running down the crack between

your buttocks. With each thrust it flows around his

pistoning penis and gushes out. A half dozen times he fills

your overflowing vagina, and each time his huge cock forces

it out onto your buttocks. Its scalding wash inflames your

final explosion, and you shudder together in your final

release. In a last moment of conscious thought before you

collapse together you feel a completeness you’ve never

imagined possible before.

After some time, you couldn’t say how long, you feel his

lips brush your cheek. Without a word he stands up, pulls on

his clothes, picks up his tools, and quietly leaves.

For a long time afterward you lie alone on your livingroom

floor, wondering at your lack of remorse, and pleasuring in

the warm afterglo. “We never said a word” you think. And as

you think about it you realize that the silence, the

anonimity, made it alright. “I’m still married, I still have

the kids, I still love my husband…I’m ok.” And you realize

that you’ve gained something precious…a secret memory to

place in that absolutely private place inside, never to be

forgotton, or repeated.

Breakfast is over…your husband is off to work, and the

kids have left for school. You sit quietly at the kitchen

table finishing the last cup from the coffee

pot…daydreaming about nothing in particular…getting

ready to start another weekday.

The doorbell rings once, startling you from your morning

trance. You rise slowly from the table, wondering who it

might be. As you walk from the kitchen to the front door you

think “what a sight I am, hair all mussed, in an old robe

and worn slippers…well the hell with it, whoever it is

they probably don’t look much better than I do.”

Quickly you run your hands through your hair and down the

front of your robe, smoothing out the wrinkles as best you

can. Standing on your tip toes you peek through the security

viewer in the door. You can see the head and shoulders of a

man in a cap and workshirt. He apppears to be in his mid to

late thirties, with sandy blond hair peeking out from around

his cap.

You open the door slightly, and peering around the edge you

say “Yes?”

You can see more of him now…a strong, atheletic, tall man

carrying a toolbox in his right hand.

“You called about your refrigerator?” he says in a deep, but

soft baritone.

You remember your call to the appliance store in town

yesterday, and their promise to send someone to look at your

balky ice maker.

“Yes, I did, come in, please”.

You open the door to let him in, then close it behind him.

“The ice maker…it doesn’t work all the time, and we’re

expecting company this weekend”"

Just inside the door he places his tool box on the flooor

and turns to face you. His deep, hazel/green eyes meet

yours. You stand not moving under his unblinking gaze, and a

tremor of fear, or is it excitement, quivers along your

spine. For what seems an eternity neither of you speaks or

moves. You are riveted in place by his eyes. They seem to

reach out and hold you immobile, like a fawn caught in the

headlights of a speeding car.

He doesn’t move, or speak. His eyes seem to see right into

your soul, and you desperately want to say something to

break the spell…but you can’t find your voice. Something

primal in the depths of your being doesn’t want to move or

speak, something strong and insistent, caged and yearning

for the light pushes its way up through your stomach like a

white fire. You stand unmoving, trembling, half afraid.

You watch helplessly as his hands reach for you. They are

strong, rough hands…a workingman’s hands, but strangely

graceful in their movements.Slowly, one button at a time, he

unbuttons your robe. You feel on the edge of panic, but the

growing white fire in your belly holds you firmly, and

quietly, in place.

He pushes the robe gently off your shoulders, and it falls

silently, forgotten, to the floor.

Your knees are turning to water, and the trembling along

your spine is moving in waves. Gently he places his hands on

your shoulders and turns you around with your back to him.

His hands move softly to your hips, and with one hand on

your stomach backs you toward him, while the other lifts

your teddy over your head.

His hand on your stomach seems to spread the fire upward,

and for a moment you can’t catch your breath. Gently his

hands move upward to caress your erect nipples. and after a

moment, downward across your stomach. By now, your will to

resist is vanished…you are consumed by an animal need so

strong that it’s almost more frightening than this man, this

stranger. As he holds you against his body, you can feel his

nakedness against your back. Between your buttocks you feel

his erect penis pulsing gently, insistently.

He turns you around. For the first time you see his rock

hard body. The muscles of his stomach lie beneath his skin

like a washboard. His belly is covered by fine blond hair.

and his biceps ripple when he moves his arms. His tiny,

erect nipples point their desire at you, and as your nipples

touch his chest you totter on the edge of an orgasm.

My favorite sexual fantasy is to have two very large

well hung studs take my hot sexy body and do what they want

with it. Hm……let’s see …….. I’m lounging around the

pool in my back yard, the hot sun beating down on my tanned

and oiled body. The heat makes my slit wet and juicy and sweat

trickles down between my thighs.

Suddenly and abruptly, I feel a hand being placed on my

shoulder and look up in surprise to see two handsome

men in jeans and tee-shirts standing there. One of them says

he didn’t mean to disturb me, but they knocked on the front

door and there was no answer, so they thought they might

as well try to look around in the back to see if anyone were home.

He explained that they were here to fix the filter in the pool

and that my husband had called them this morning from his

office. “Oh yes!”,I said, the filter is broken. Go ahead.”

From where the pool filter was located those two hunks had a

great view of me and feeling kind of horny, I thought I’d give

them a show. I undid the strap of my bikini top so that just a

little tit was showing and I pulled my bottoms tight up into my

crack. I knew they could see and that I was having an effect.

One of the guys, a blond who said his name was Pete, walked

over and asked to use the bathroom. “Right through the door and

to the left.” I said, sitting up a bit and letting my top fall

free exposing my large ripe breasts. The look on his face was

one of shock and embarrassment. “Oops!” I said, and winked at

him.

He just smiled and headed to the bathroom. While he was

gone I called the other guy over, Jeff was his name, a tall

muscular fellah with black hair. “Could you put some sun tan

lotion on my back” I asked as I rolled over onto my stomach.

“Sure!” he said. Slowly he massaged the oil all over my back and

legs. Then I turned over and asked him to do the front too, which

he did with a grin. His large firm hands began squeezing and

rubbing my tits. As he did that I reached up and unzipped his

pants revealing a thick hard ten inch cock! I sat up on the

lounge chair and slid his hot meat into my mouth. I sucked

slowly on the head of his fat dick, slipping it in and out

between my red succulent lips. By then his friend was back and

was already taking off his pants. I laid back on the lounge

chair and removed my bottoms. I spread my legs wide and the

blond guy took his big hard shaft and plunged it into my

dripping cunt.

The other guy stood over me and fucked my large aching tits

and mouth with his giant prick. The two of them pumped away

filling my mouth and pussy with their cocks. I wiggled and

moaned as they thrust in and out of me, ravishing my hot naked

body. My pussy clamped down tight on the thick tool between my

legs brought me orgasm after orgasm. I could feel the cock in

my mouth swell and I sucked faster until the guy shot a hot

creamy load of come down my throat. Then the guy fucking me blew

his wad deep in my cunt. I laid back, basted in their love

juices, and smiled.

After all of that exotic lovemaking, we all went for a cool

refreshing swim and did it again before my husband got home.

    It was winter, and the two of them were staying with a friend who had her

own apartment. The house was chilly, and they had talked late into the night.

As Julie went into the bathroom to change for bed, he and Sara quickly held

each other and kissed. They scarcely had time for a gentle taste of one another

before slipping out of their warm things and into night dress. He pulled on

a pair of boxer shorts and a shirt. She giggled, noticing how poorly they

restrained him, and pushed him gently under the covers. She pulled on a long

nightshirt that fell to her knees, suspended in a long cascade from the

tips of her breasts. She was setting their things aside as Julie returned, in

a button-down flannel shirt and sweatpants. Julie’s eyes made a brief contact

of Sara’s behind as the latter slipped into the middle of the large bed.

    Julie smiled at her guests. “It’ll be nice to have company tonight. I’ve

been so cold lately!” As she stretched to reach the lamp, he glimpsed a

flash of midriff glowing pink in the soft light. Then blackness.

    They all were rocked lightly as they shifted into place. Sara in the middle

slept on her right side, and he cupped her body in a spoon. Julie lay on Sara’s

right, her head close. Sara could feel his hardness pressed against her back,

and began to feel a small core of heat inside of her. But she cautioned

herself that they were staying with a friend, and she was uneasy with another

person so near. Though it was hard to be

Julie was so sweet. They had been friends for several months now. Julie seemed

very comfortable with herself, something Sara envied. But she was coming out

of her shell, as he would say.

    Sara turned her head and kissed his arm, which was threaded beneath her

neck.  It streched out further still, and Julie lay her head in his hand. She

did look awfully pretty in the dim orange light of the remaining embers in the

fireplace. Julie was slowly tracing circles on the back of Sara’s hand. She

felt herself being slowly mesmerized. But there was a tension instead of the

growing relaxation she was hoping to feel, was afraid of feeling. She

became restless, and shifted about. He whispered a question into her ear,

nuzzling it in the process, and she drew herself up. Sliding over him, she

murmurred “bathroom,” and slid out of the room.

    Once in the bathroom, she turned to face herself in the mirror. Two

crisp peaks in her shirt met her gaze, and she saw she was flushed. Hurriedly

flicking off the light she drew a drink of water and sat down, taking a deep

breath. Her fingers trembled as she drew the water to her lips to sip.

Counting to twenty, she tried to recall the meditations he had taught her.

She folded up her legs and found her center, her breath becoming normal.

      Sara darted back into the bedroom and slipped under the covers next to

him, opposite Julie. He turned obligingly and she lay on his arm. This was

familiar, this was natural, she thought. Soon she drifted off to sleep.

    He awoke to extreme darkness. The fire was dead, though some of its heat

remained. Concentrating, he found that he lay on his back, and felt Sara

curled up to his left, wrapped around his arm. With a mental start he realized

that the heat he felt came from Julie, who had closed the distance between them

and was now nestled with her back to him, around his other arm. Stretched but

comfortable, he relaxed, concentrating on the sensations of the room. There

was a low hiss emanating from the fireplace, almost beneath notice. The heavy

wool blanket weighed upon him reassuringly, and he felt Sara’s warm breath

dance along his upper arm. The fingers of one of her hands were laced with his.

His other hand felt a soft sponginess he couldn’t identify. He moved his

fingers gently, sliding the tips along and pressing slightly. As he searched,

a bulge formed underneath the surface of the cloth, and with another start he

identified the sensation. He was gently stroking Julie’s left nipple as his

palm cupped her heavy breast.

    Her faint sigh seemed to roar in his ears and his hand froze. Pressed

against him, he felt Julie shift slightly, and the motion pressed his hand

closer to her shirt, jostling his fingers. He waited a moment, unsure of his

next move, when a warm, sticky mass pressed against the webbing of his thumb.

Julie’s tongue slid agonizingly slowly over his knuckle and between his

first two fingers.

    He resumed his inspection of the flannel of her shirt, confirming his

identification. He listened closely to Sara’s breath, feeling along his left

side for wakefullness. She slept heavily, as ever, something they had joked

about. He knew it would take a fire alarm to stir her before the morning light.

    He gently squeezed his palm, grasping a fistfull of Julie and kneading it.

Her hips unconsciously shifted as her breath deepened. Her hand closed about

his wrist and pried him from her for a moment. He thought he had overstepped

his bounds and was about to withdraw. His arm was being replaced, though this

time his hand slipped under the soft cotton and he felt her hot skin touch his.

Her breast fairly burned as he stroked it, running his thumb over her swollen

nipple.

    Julie rolled back against him and then slid slightly away, lieing on her

back. The move slid her chest beneath him and he met the other coral hill as

the shirt fell away. Still he could see nothing, but in his mind he saw them

laying there, Sara deep in sleep, he embracing both women, and Julie with her

bosom open to the room, growing warm beneath the blankets. After what seemed

several hours, she raised her head and pulled his arm from beneath it, laying

it across her body. Julie shifted the blankets, pulling their top beneath his

arm until it dropped beneath them. His palm lay against her belly, and he

discovered with a smile that Julie was an “outie.” His longest fingers just

crested the ridge of her pubic bone. A whisper of motion and he could feel

the smooth skin beneath the sweats. He drew his arm upwards, his elbow grazing

her warm breasts, and he set about to untie the drawstrings around her waist.

At this odd angle he was clumsy, and his fingernails too short to grasp the

tiny knot. He fumbled quietly for a time, until suddenly his hand was shoved

away. He recognized the tearing of a seam in his ears as she thrust his hand

through the torn waistband and over her mons. Now his fingers felt coarse

ringlets underneath  sheer panties, and he scritched lightly in circles at

the top of the hill. With each circle he dipped somewhat lower, until he

was sweeping across the barest hint of a ridge of flesh. He stopped his

advances there, pressing more firmly but always only grazing that spot.

     His hand was nestled in a womb of moist, warm air as Julie began

to roll her hips forward with each circle in vain to catch the fingers as

they passed. She was aching, straining for the contact, but was herself

afraid of waking the bed’s third inhabitant. As he circled, he felt

her wetness creep up the crotch to meet his fingers and he relented.

At the top of his next circle he darted under the string which was the

waistband of her panties. Arching his wrist, he lifted the damp cotton

from her and danced his fingers through her hairs. Scratching lightly,

his fingers burrowed inward to her center. Her thighs parted involuntarily

to make room for him, and Julie’s leg stretched over his. He lifted his

left leg over hers in an effort to restrain her motion. As his middle

finger slid wetly over her clitoris she thrust upwards and engulfed him.

He reached inside of her and cupped her as he had her breast, rocking

his palm in slow circles. His fingers were deep inside of her pulsing

walls as he grasped her lips between his knuckles and held firmly.

With the heel of his hand he pressed downwards and fluttered his palm,

sending vibrations through her spine to explode in her brain. She clamped

her teeth on his arm as her thighs clutched at him and she trembled.

     Minutes passed as they lay still. Sara stirred, rolling over to her

right. He turned with her, and the motion drew him from her with a soft

smacking sound. As Sara’s arm slid around his waist in her slumber, Julie

curled on her left facing him in the darkness. She drew his hand to her lips

and delicately licked it. She took a finder in her mouth and languidly

rolled her tongue around it, tasting herself. As she nursed quietly on him,

Sara’s hand nestled between his legs as it often did, and was greeted by

a warm splash of fluid as he lost control. Oblivious, Sara slept on, and his

body slowly relaxed. Julie clasped his hand to her now-buttoned shirt, and

he slipped away. He could have sworn he heard the last ember of the fire

wink out, though he might have been mistaken. 

Only five more minutes and I was off work!  After

being stuck behind the register for 4 hours, I

was ready to get out and have some fun.  Debbie

told me to close, so I asked my last customer to

put up my closed sign for me. 

This customer was nice!  In fact, she was one hell

of a nice looking lady!  I’d say she was about 18,

with long blond hair, down past her shoulders.  Her

face was beautiful, and her breasts looked firm

and upright, not sagging.  She was very slim, with a

nice tan.  The only thing she wore was a short pair

of shorts, and a tight skimpy shirt.  I felt my

rod begin to grow, just thinking how it would be

to have a roll in the hay with her.

She gave me a nice smile as she began putting her

items on the counter.  When she stooped down to

lift her groceries out of the cart, I got a good

view of her gorgeous oranges.  How I longed to

lick and massage them!  I could almost feel her

nipples between my fingers!  (and my rod in her

love tunnel).

After I unloaded her basket and was finished ringing her

through, the total came to $69.69!  What a hell

of a number!  I blushed as I told her the amount.

She smiled and took out her checkbook, and check

cashing card.  Her name was Valery Chernesty,

and she lived in New Brunswick.  Her’s was the

only name, and there was no wedding ring, and

considering she looked so young, I figured she

wasn’t married.  As I put her bags in the cart,

she asked if she could possibly have someone bring

them to her car.  I graciously offered, even though

I was just about to punch out.

Valery drove a 1983 red firebird.  Her groceries hardly fit in

the trunk.  She thanked me and offered to give me a ride home!

 My fantasies began to start, as I dreamily said yes.

We spun out of the parking lot and onto main

street.  “You’re an awfully cute guy”, was the

first thing she said as we drove.  She didn’t

ask me where I live, but I didn’t care!  “You’re

the best looking girl I’ve seen come into

pathmark” is what I said (how corny).  ‘How

old are you?’, she asked.  ‘I’m 19, and you?’

‘19…do you have a girlfriend?’, Valery asked

as she began massaging the car’s stick shifter

(how odd).  ‘No, but I’m looking for one’.

Then came the words I was hoping to hear…’could you

stroke my breasts while I drive?’  (god I couldn’t

believe it!!).  My rod immediately began to form

a tent in my pants, as I sat closer to her, with

one hand massaging her breasts, as my other hand

went to her hot ‘n juicy.  I unsnapped her shorts

and reached down and began stroking her clit.

She began to moan as we pulled in her driveway.

We practically ran to the house.  There was no one

else at home, and she lead me straight to her

bedroom.  A queen size water bed awaited us.  I

reached for her blouse and pulled it off, while

she unzipped my pants and pulled them down.  My

rod sprang free and awaited her attention.

After we stripped, we got on the bed and were

locked in a passionate kiss, with our bodies

tight against each other.  Then she turned around

and began sucking my 7 inch cock.  Just before

I blew my wad she deep throated me as much as she

could.  My semen blasted her throat, but she took

it all down without any trouble.  I then laid her

on the bed, and got in the 69 position.  I ate her

puss and sucked for what seemed like hours.  It

was some of the best tasting juice I ever had.

At the same time she was tonguing my balls and

tantalizing my cock by licking the end of it.

My temperature must have been around 110 degrees!

She almost began to yell as she reached her climax,

and I let loose a second time.

For the next couple minutes, we lay next to each

other as we ran our fingers up and down each

other’s bodies.  Her nipples were hard, as I began

sucking them, ever so softly.  Before I knew it,

I was on top of her, and made my first entry into

her hot pussy.  As my now huge rod slid in and

out of her, she rubbed my back with one hand, and

reached for my balls with the other.  I stroked

her for only a few minutes as she again climaxed,

and I shot my wad a third time.  This time I was

to pooped to pop any longer.  While were laying

next to each other, I heard a car door slam, and

I immediately jumped to get my pants on.  The

next thing I heard was the front door open and

close.  She looked worried, and told me to climb

out her bedroom window.  I did, and gave her one

last kiss before I took off.

This was the first of my experiences with Valery.

And there are more to come!

A sigh escaped her as she spread her legs even wider to ease my cock

inside her butthole.  So very, very tight.  I started to push my hips up

toward her, but she lifted herself up quickly.  My cock throbbed at the

sudden removal, and I thought all was lost. 

She turned around, shaking her head.  Damn it if her tits were still

covered.  I let my eyes wander down to her pubic area instead, hoping to

drink in as much as I could before it was over.  One hand moved down yet

again, through her short and curlies toward her sex.  She stared

disapprovingly at me while she rubbed her clit back and forth.  I

couldn’t take my eyes off her cunt.  I knew if I spoke, I’d only make

things worse, and some hope within bubbled that maybe she’d give me one

last chance.  She did.

Her finger came away wetly from her pussy, and she pursed her lips to

suck it dry.  She reached behind her to refasten her bra.  I thought it

was lost until she straddled my legs.  Her hands pushed against my

shoulders, letting me know my interference wouldn’t be tolerated.  She

unstraddled me and began to rub her pelvis against my shirt.  She marked

me like some animal, spreading her sex scent all over my clothing. 

Those covered tits taunted me, moving up and down and jiggling with her

every motion.  Never close enough to my mouth, always out of reach.

She leaned forward to lick the tip of my nose, lowering herself slowly. 

Her aim was perfect, and I felt those puffed pussy lips against my cock. 

I wanted so much to just thrust up and fuck her until those teasing

white globes bounced free and clear in all their glory.  I resisted the

urge as soon as it came.  I didn’t have to wait long.  She dropped

herself the rest of the way quickly, impaling herself on my shaft.  She

had a cunt men dream of - tight, soft and juicy.  She grinned at me, and

began to flex her pussy muscles.  The sensation was amazing, squeezing

and releasing me within her.

Her hands released my shoulders, but I knew that it wasn’t a freedom. 

They moved to cup her breasts, squeezing in time to her pussy flexing. 

I watched her, dazed by the feelings this gave me.  She started to rock

back and forth, rubbing my cock against her clit.  A long sigh came out

of each of our mouths.

The flexing slowed, but I didn’t have time to mourn the loss as she

lifted up off of my rod just to the head.  Her hands returned to my

shoulders to keep her balance, then plunged herself down on me once more

deep inside her box.  Just as she fully engulfed my cock, she bounced

back up.  I felt her flushed labia rub every inch of my manhood on the

way off, then again on the way back down.

Through the pleasure of her bouncing fuck, I felt her unbuttoning my

shirt. Why now? Her nails dragging down my chest served as my answer,

matching the light pain of her scratches to the heady pleasure in my

groin.  Through the haze of my ecstasy I heard little whimpering sounds

from deep inside her throat, her chest getting flushed down to the edge

of her tenacious bra.

A quivering overtook her body, but she never let up her full-cock fuck. 

In fact, she rode me all the harder through her body-shaking orgasm. I

thought I would never come, with this orgasming body of pure sex not

bringing me over the edge.  She refused to accept it, though, rocking

her hips back and forth as she bounced up and down.  Those tits began to

come oh-so-close to my face.  With a final sigh her orgasm ended, my

cock well-oiled and being rammed like a piston.

Her hands moved up my chest to my neck, then up to hold my head between. 

I could tell she wanted me to come - I’ve never been fucked with such

abandon before.  It surprised me, too.  I’ve never been in the business

of unusual staying power.  Perhaps she realized that the best fuck in my

life wasn’t getting me off, giving me an indulgent smile above those

heaving mounds.

Her hands moved away from my chest, and behind her back.  I heard the

clip snap, and she shrugged her shoulders to let her bra-straps fall

down her arms on a particularly rough penetration of her cunt.  Arms

crossed once more, but not to hide.  The smile turned to a grin and she

pulled the bra free.

Oh, the glory of those mounds of white, the sexiness of the erect

nipples reaching forward from the brown areola, the lust of their

bouncing and jiggling in time to our coupling.  They filled my sight,

and I drank those beautiful tits like a boy thumbing his first Playboy. 

She cupped them like I wanted my own hands to, pinching and tugging the

tips.  I felt the pressure build once more, and I knew this was all I

needed.

She pushed her hands roughly back against my shoulders, forcing me

against the couch as she arched her back sharply.  Her heavenly curves

thrust upwards, a range made of two snowy mountains.  Her fucking

reached a fevered pitch, and I knew she was going to come again as the

first squirt of jism flooded her vaginal canal.  She rode me even

harder, if that was possible, moaning as her own climax overtook her.

It didn’t let up until we were both finished, and she gave me a final

squeeze of her inner muscles.  With a smile, she said, “Thanks.”  She

lifted herself off of me, with a soft squelching noise.  Winking, she

picked up her clothing and got dressed, apparently not caring about our

mixture of juices between her legs.

She walked toward the door, and I could only watch her with heavy

breathing.  A business card flicked out and landed on the table next to

my door.  Without another word, she left my room.

Confident that I wasn’t going to try to interfere again, she pulled by

clothing further down my legs to my ankles and pushed my legs further

apart.  Her free hand slid between my legs, and under my cock and going

further.  She massaged the soft flesh on her way under my ass.  Perhaps

it wasn’t such a surprise when her finger began to rub my anus in time

to her oral ministrations.  The hand stroking my shaft pushed against my

pelvis as her mouth took over the job of working the length of my

manhood.

I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, and when she pushed her finger into

my ass, I felt the pressure building.  I couldn’t stop from growling low

in my throat as she took more and more of my cock into her mouth faster

and faster.  She was enjoying this, swallowing more dick as she shoved

her finger up my rear, then pulling both out just as quickly.  And still

I tried to see her tits falling free, with no luck.  The strain was too

much, and I began to spurt into her greedy mouth.  She sucked with all

her might, drinking my come as she finger-fucked my ass with abandon.  I

was groaning loudly, my voice echoing back to me from the walls.  Damn,

she was good.  She kept sucking, stroking and ass-fingering long after I

had finished coming.

Finally, she stopped.  She kept my softening cock in her mouth, gently

playing with it with her tongue.  She toyed with it for a long while,

letting me recover by breath as she softly sucked and caressed.  I felt

myself growing hard again.

I thought she would suck me off again, but as my hardness grew, she let

it fall out of her mouth with a parting lick to the tip.  She sat up,

and damn it if her bra still refused to show me even a hint of nipple. 

She raised her eyebrows, watching my face again.  I watched her tongue

run over her full pink lips.  And then she stood and turned around.

It nearly drove me insane to see her bare back, no bra hindering my

view.  She looked over her shoulder at me and moved her hands to her

hips.  Those hands moved so slowly, rolling her panties down to expose

her rounded ass.  She leaned forward with arched back as the damp

underwear fell to the ground.  Her ass was so perfect, a pair of white

moons staring me in the face.  I could only admire this rounded sign of

divinity for so long, as my eyes were drawn between them.  Her juices

glistened on the sweetest pair of pussy lips I had ever laid eyes on. 

She leaned forward even more, thrusting her womanhood back toward me

with legs spread.

I wanted so badly to dive my face into that jar of honey, but I knew

she wouldn’t go any further if I disobeyed her command.  I could only

watch as one arm held her bra against her chest and the other emerged

between her legs from the other side.  Her fingers rubbed along her

labia, spreading them wide and letting me see the bright pink secrets

within.  Inside went her middle finger to the second knuckle, then

pulled out again before repeating.  A poor second to my cock, I thought,

but at least it was allowed within that tight hole.

She masturbated for what felt like hours, though I know it could be

minutes at most.  That cunt almost shone with the juices that coated it. 

She took her finger out, and massaged her sex to spread the lubrication

all over and inside her thighs.  I needed so badly to be inside her

again, I could feel pre-come beading on the tip of my cock.  She must

have sensed it, because she stepped backwards and sat down on the edge

of my thighs.

Her soft and smooth ass was a contrast to the hair on my legs as it

slid backwards along my thighs and against my dick.  Her arms crossed

over her chest, determined not to let me see those tits.  But that

thought was fleeting as she began rubbing her round butt against me. 

Man, I wanted to be inside her so badly.  She lifted herself up over my

cock. Did she aim incorrectly or not?  I don’t know, but my head pushed

against the tighter of her two holes.  I hadn’t expected an ass-fuck

from her, but I sure wasn’t going to complain.

I didn’t think she could arch her back any further while standing, but

I was wrong.  Arms crossed across to pull the blouse up and off,

exposing the mounds of flesh barely being supported by white satin.  She

was already aroused, the mountains capped with hardened pearls.  With a

zip, her skirt followed the pattern of her other clothing, falling to

the floor.

She took a step forward, and I shifted in my seat.  Seeing her in only

high heels, bra and panties was making my underwear uncomfortable.  Her

fingers traced lightly along her white flesh, exploring her body like a

virgin in the throes of puberty.  Palms cupped over her breasts, before

one hand moved down her tummy.  She still refused to look away from me

as her hand slid under the edge of her panties.  Slowly she bent her

knees a little, spreading her legs.  I could see her index finger slide

up and down between them.  She bit her lower lip.

It took all of my self-control not to get up and fuck her right there,

but I followed her instructions to stay put.  Her other hand was

massaging her left tit through the satin, while she diddled away beneath

her panties.  The fabric of her underwear was darkening from her juices. 

She kept up for a long while, driving me nuts.  I could hear her breath

coming labored as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra.

It didn’t fall off her chest, though.  Smiling, she stopped fingering

her slit and stepped forward, close enough for me to touch.  Knowing my

temptation, she wagged the naughty finger in front of me, the light

playing off the sheen of her natural lubrication.  She threw me a bone,

however, and pressed the finger against my lips, then between them.  I

licked the tip of that finger, savoring the sweet taste with eyes

closed.  Just as quickly, it was gone and she had straightened. 

Belatedly, I realized I had missed my chance to peek underneath that

loose pair of satin cups.

My wait wasn’t long, because she knelt down in front of me, pushing my

legs apart.  Her hands rubbed roughly against my legs moving up from my

knees toward my waist.  It was all I could do not to come right then. 

Hands moved to the zipper of my slacks, yanking it down.  She tugged

hard, and my cock came free of clothing as they were pulled down to

mid-thigh.  I guess she didn’t mind I lifted my hips to help.  Her smile

then was the broadest yet, as I looked down past it toward those

protruding globes.  Oh, the agony of just small coverings of fabric.

She didn’t waste much time, and I felt her sticky finger on the tip of

my rod before the rest of her naughty companions wrapped around the

shaft.  The hand worked down me, pulling the foreskin tight.  And then,

the sweet kiss of those lips.  She took the head into her mouth, laving

it with her tongue.  The sucking began, and I thought I was going to

pass out in ecstasy.  Suck and release, suck and release - timed to long

strokes up and down my shaft.  I moved my hand to hold her head, and she

slapped it down.  Teeth pressed against by dick, and I learned my lesson

quickly.

I was never one for drinking on a business trip, but after ten hours of

listening to the benefits of extruded plastic, I needed to unwind.  The

convention hotel had a bar on the bottom floor.  It was one of those

places that are built for drinking and meeting, not for any kind of view

or gimmick menus.

It wasn’t full of people yet, but it wasn’t exactly empty.  I found

myself a place at the bar, ordered myself something watered down and

settled down for an hour of no brain activity.

That’s probably why I almost fell off the stool, startled, when she

asked me what I was drinking.

I turned around with a small smile in the voice’s direction, growing a

little as I took her in.  Man, she was gorgeous.  The classical

hourglass form covered in a smart skirt suit, her brown hair clasped in

a bun on the top.  Eyes you could stare into for hours.  I felt myself

doing just that, self-conscious as she waited for my answer.  I told her

what I had, and she ordered the same from the bartender.

I’m not ugly, but neither am I a ‘hunk’.  It felt good having a woman

approach me in a bar.  We talked about plastics, laughed together about

the foibles of some of the presenters, and shared trivialities.  I

glanced at the clock.  It was two hours since I walked in, and it felt

like two minutes.  But tomorrow’s day was going to be another long one.

I finished off my drink, and smiled apologetically in preparation to

make my departure.  Instead, she said she had some samples she wanted me

to look over, and wouldn’t it be quieter somewhere else - my room,

perhaps?

Yeah right.  Like I was going to say no.

I paid both of our bar tabs and led the way back to the elevators and

my room.  One good thing about my company, they’re willing to spring for

comfort.  I had a small suite all to myself, a sitting room branched off

the bedroom.  I let her in, and mixed up something light at the wet bar

after dropping my tie and jacket on the bed.

About that time, I realized that she hadn’t brought anything up with

her besides her purse.  So much for looking at samples.  We talked some

more, about nothing in particular, and we moved into the sitting room. 

Placing her drink on the table, she looked at me for a long time with a

sly smile, not talking.  I wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but I

didn’t have to wait long to find out.

She sat me down on the couch, telling me to not move unless she moved

me or told me to.  Not sure where this was leading, I said I would. 

With a coy smile, she moved away from me.

She stood before me in a skirt suit and silk blouse with a sultry look

on her face.  Her hands went to the buttons on her jacket, and slowly

unbuttoned them one by one. She never once took her eyes from my face. 

I remained where I was sitting on the couch.

She pulled the jacket open as she arched her back.  The jacket slid off

her shoulders and to the ground as her chest pushed forward.  Hands

reached up to unfasten her bun, and with a slow head shake freed her

long brown hair.  The clasp joined her jacket.  Not one word was spoken

as she tugged the blouse out of her skirt.

He lay down beside her and started nuzzling her neck, but her

mind was still on the letter.

“Are you hungry?” she asked.

“Yes, a bit.”

“Would you get me something?  I’m famished.”

“I’m not surprised.  That was really something this morning.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.  I certainly did.  But right now

I really need a coffee and a bacon sandwich.”

“Certainly. What madam wants madam shall have.” He leant over and

kissed her full on the lips, then left the room.

To her relief, he left his jacket. She hesitated for a moment,

then swiftly pulled out the envelope. Surely it would offer some

clue to Jaspar’s identity.  Unfolding the thick creamy paper, she

read.

Dear Jaspar,

Thank you for your postcard.  Byron Bay sounds like an

interesting place but I fear that the drugs that you are smoking

have addled your brain.  Unfortunately, I must decline your

request to lend you ten thousand pounds.  I can’t imagine what

you need it for.  Surely you haven’t spent your inheritance

already?  If you have squandered your father’s money within six

months you have only yourself to blame.  May I suggest that you

get yourself a job?  I hope that the prospect of working will not

prove to be too much of a shock to the system.

John

That Jaspar had money worries came as no surprise to Chloe, but

what really interested her about the letter was the fact that

Jaspar’s uncle worked at this firm. To her great shame, she had

not yet managed to secure a position, although a small firm in

Oxford had asked her to contact them when she returned.  She

would have to start the long climb to the top from there.

Folding the letter, she carefully slid it back into the envelope,

placed it in the jacket and waited for Jaspar to return.

That evening, after spending the day together, they lay on the

beach, looking up at the stars.  She could sense that Jaspar’s

mind was full of his own problems but she didn’t want to pry. She

wanted to keep things casual.  Soon they would go their separate

ways, and she sensed that getting involved with Jaspar could only

spell trouble.

She was lying across his chest as he lay sprawled out on the

white sand, running his fingers through her hair.

“I’ll have to be going tomorrow.”

“Where to?”

“I can’t really say.”

“What’s the big secret?”  He continued to run his fingers along

her scalp, but then abruptly he yanked a lock of her hair. “Ow!”

He continued to tug at her hair so she shook him free, and sat

up.  “What the hell was that for?”

“For being nosey.”

“Are you crazy?” She rubbed her head. Suddenly she was glad that

he was leaving.  He was definitely a little unhinged. “I only

asked.”

“I’ll ask the questions if you don’t mind.”

There was an awkward silence.

“What do you do back in England?”

“I’ve just finished law school.  When I get back I need to find a

job as a trainee solicitor.”

“Nothing lined up?”

“Nothing worth talking about,” she said sulkily.

He became silent.  Chloe turned and looked down at him

quizzically.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.  I was just thinking.”  He took another moment to

process a thought.  “I know someone who works at Clancy and

Durham, my uncle.”

“Really!” she said with commendable deceit.  “They’re in a league

of their own.”

“Yeah? He’s the big boss man.  Heads the Corporate Litigation

Department.  How about I put in a good word for you?”

“Oh, I don’t know if I’d fit in at a place like that,” she said,

turning away.  Now that the possibility of getting a job there

had suddenly presented itself she started to feel anxious.  Would

she fit in?

“Don’t sell yourself short.”

“Well, I don’t know, they’ve probably filled all the trainee

solicitors positions by now, but I’d be happy to start as a

paralegal.”

“Well, I’ll see what I can do.  My sister Felicity works there as

a paralegal.  She’s been there for a year now.  But like you,

she’s desperate to become a solicitor.”

“If you’re sure you don’t mind. That would be great.”

“No problem. I’ll phone him as soon as it’s nine am in London.”

She buried her head in his neck, murmuring, “Thank you Jaspar,

thank you.”

A wave of optimism flooded through her.  Suddenly all her doubts

left her.  She would make it as a solicitor, that she was sure of.

“Oh, you bastard,” she said, in mock anger.  She no longer cared

how she had got here, only that she was here on the verge of him

taking her. She moved her legs so that they hooked over his

shoulders.  With a jolt he entered her fully, with such force

that her breasts quivered.  She cried out at the ferocity of his

entrance.  It felt good to be filled up so completely.  With

every thrust he drove into her lubricated tunnel, the head of his

cock hitting the neck of her womb.  She looked up at him.  His

eyes were closed, perspiration forming on his forehead, as he

ploughed into her.  Ripples of pleasure coursed through her as

she spasmed around his bone-hard cock.  The waves of her climax

continued to run through her as he jerked inside her, still

pounding her, letting out a loud cry as she felt him ejaculate

deep within her.

Afterwards she felt a warm glow settle on her body as she lay

face down on the bed.  The sun was still streaming through the

window.  She should get up, but not just yet.  She could sense

that he was becoming restless beside her. He started to slip on

some shorts and a T-shirt.  Was he trying to run out on her

already? she thought apprehensively.

“Where are you going?”

“Don’t worry.  I’m just off to try and find the toilet.”

When he left she lazily rolled over onto her back.  She needed to

know something about him.  If there really were some people

following him, might she also be in danger? Suddenly a pale shape

registered at the edge of her vision.  Rolling onto one side she

propped herself up on her elbow to get a better look at what had

caught her eye.  She could just make out the tip of an envelope

protruding from his jacket pocket.  She guessed that she had been

too hungover to notice it earlier.  She was not in the habit of

reading other people’s letters, but its lure was too powerful to

resist.

She got out of bed and pulled it out, rationalizing that it was

her only means of getting some answers.

The back of the envelope had deeply embossed letters spelling out

Clancy and Durham, a name far from unfamiliar to her.  Clancy and

Durham were in a league of their own, one of the most reputable

law firms in London.  A firm that was completely out of her

reach, she thought with some bitterness.  She had worked hard at

university, harder than many of her colleagues.  She had applied

to many firms but had pinned her hopes on getting a contract at

one of the big ones in the City.  So far she had been

unsuccessful.  Knowing that the competition for these places was

very fierce was no compensation.

She held the envelope in her hand, wondering whether she had the

courage to draw out its contents.

She heard his footsteps return, and as he turned the handle she

quickly stuffed the envelope back into his pocket and just made

it back into the bed as he entered the room.

“Oh, you do exaggerate, Chloe.  A few beers, a couple of

whiskies.  You were perfectly lucid.”

While they were talking he had edged himself forward on the bed,

so that again she could feel his erect cock brushing against her

pubic hair.  His body emanated heat, a heat that was causing

thoughts to swirl and collide in her head.  She was confused and

unsure what to believe about him.  He was dangerous, she sensed

that, but he was also a puzzle that Chloe was determined to get

to the bottom of.  If only she could recall the night’s events

more fully.

She swept her long blonde hair away from her forehead, which was

damp with perspiration, the movement causing the sheet to fall

away revealing her full breasts, tanned to a golden brown and

scattered with freckles in the hollow between them.  She reached

down to pull up the sheet but he gently pushed it away again.

“I just can’t remember.  What did we do exactly?” she murmured.

His gaze had moved from her large gray-green eyes, skimming over

her delicate nose, her mouth with its full lower lip and had

finally come to rest on her breasts, scrutinizing her nipples

which tingled and hardened under his gaze.

“When I see those the memories come flooding back to me.”  He

paused as if chewing over a thought.  “Look, why waste time with

me giving you a detailed account of what happened last night.”

“Well, what do you suggest?” she asked coquettishly.

“Well, how about I show you?”

She started to laugh.  It was a very tempting offer.  “I just

don’t know if it would be….”

“What?  Appropriate?  You’re an English girl a million miles away

from home.  Who’s going to know what you get up to?”

She relaxed.  He was right of course.  This was her last taste of

freedom before settling down to her career.  And since they had

done it last night, it seemed churlish to object now.  Anyway,

she had always found that sex in the morning cured a hangover.

All her objections melted away as she felt her nipple slip into

his mouth. His stubble rubbed against the areole, its

abrasiveness strangely arousing as he sucked hard on her erect

nipple. With his hand he rolled the other nipple between his

fingers, sending sharp arrows of pleasure across her breasts.

Then he took it in his mouth, moving his tongue back and forth

across its sensitive tip, causing Chloe to moan with the almost

unbearable pleasure.  Then he started attacking her breasts with

small bites, as Chloe arched her back, surprised but enjoying his

forceful handling of the situation.

She hadn’t experienced such driven male energy in a long time. He

was stoked up, and his fiery passion bubbled under the surface,

desperate for release.  Her pussy grew hot as the juices began to

flow.  His mouth moved down her body, slowly, tantalizingly

biting the taut flesh of her stomach and moving down, inch by

inch to the wispy blonde hair that covered her mound.

Instinctively her thighs opened, ready for him.  He paused for a

moment and she felt a flutter of self-consciousness as she

thought of him scrutinizing her pussy.  He pulled back her labia

and began to lick back and forth along the opening, drinking in

her musky juices.  Every time his tongue reached the top of her

slit it brushed casually across her clit, creating rampant pulses

of pleasure.

Finally, his tongue settled on the swollen bud, dragging it

gently from side to side. She gasped in delight as he abruptly

entered her with his two fingers, driving her back on the bed as

she squirmed against his hand.  As he thrust his fingers deep

within her tight tunnel while continuing to torment her clit she

began to buck against his mouth, so urgent was her need for

release from this build up of exquisite pleasure.  She reached

her climax gradually, one peak of pleasure more heightened than

the last until finally she felt herself flung into darkness,

spasming wildly while cross-currents of pleasure coursed from

deep within her with an intensity that she had never experienced

before.

As she lay panting, he kissed her hard, his tongue probing for

hers, tasting herself on his tongue.  His stubble was rubbing

against the sensitized skin around her mouth, stoking up the heat

between them a further notch.  Pulling away from him she slid

down his hard body to his cock that had so delightfully awoken

her that morning.  As he lay on his back she gazed down at it,

then reached to touch it.  It was impressive in length and girth.

At that moment she felt an urgent stirring within her pussy.

After the impressive way he had made her climax with his hand she

felt sure he would be equally talented when he fucked her. She

took the head in her mouth while sheathing his foreskin back and

forth.  Circling the shaft tightly with her hand to prevent the

whole of its impressive length from entering, she took more of it

into her mouth, moving deliciously along its length and tasting

the stirrings of his arousal, which was leaking from the tip.

She was lost in her sensual activity when he pushed her gently

away so that she was now on her back, her hair wildly tangled

around her flushed face.  He eased himself on top of her, and,

holding her thighs wide open, began to push his cock into her

entrance.  He moved back and forth, at first with very shallow

thrusts of his cock until she again began to moan and grab at his

shoulders, wanting him deeper inside her.  He stopped for a

moment, bent down to her ear and whispered.

“Shall I let you into a little secret?  We didn’t do anything

last night.  I remember everything perfectly.  I wanted to, but

you just passed out on the bed.  So I had to store up all my

energy until now, our first time.  But it was certainly worth

it!”

He started to butt his cock into her vagina, a little deeper this

time.

Chloe awoke.  There was someone in bed with her.  She blinked her

eyes against the piercing sunlight that was flooding the room.

The realization struck her that something hard was pressing

between the cheeks of her bare bottom.  It continued to probe.

Chloe gasped; no mistaking what it was; and it was causing

exquisite sensations.

She scanned the room for clues to his identity and took in her

discarded clothes along with an unfamiliar denim jacket. Her head

pounded with the after effects of too much drink. In her dreamy,

hungover state she felt the stirrings of arousal. Something was

holding her back from doing the sensible thing, to turn round and

discover his identity. Behind her she heard the steady breathing

of a man who was still asleep. That would buy her some time until

she decided what to do.

While waiting for the stranger to awaken she pieced together

yesterday’s memories. Since finishing law school two months ago

she had been touring around Australia. She had taken the ten-hour

bus journey yesterday, from Sydney to Byron Bay, the notorious

hippy resort on the east coast. Yes, she remembered now, getting

off the bus in the evening. Sweaty and tired she had made her way

to the nearest bar. And then? Images floated into focus, it was

coming back to her, gradually now.  Her eyes felt dry and she was

in dire need of a coffee. She had met a man, an English man, they

had had several drinks. He had been amusing, with a dry sense of

humor. And then?  Had they made love? Chloe had not the faintest

recollection of that occurring.  With a sense of dread she hoped

that they had not. It was not something she was in the habit of

doing, sleeping with strange men the first night she met them.

His cock was still pressing into her, lower now, just skimming

over her labia.  She bit her lip as a little tremor ran through

her.  It was this pleasant pressure, she realized, that was

making her reluctant to turn to face him.  An image was forming

in her mind, of the man she had spent the evening with, handsome,

with dark hair.  A snatch of conversation floated into her mind.

“They’re after me, I know it.” he’d said.  “They’ve followed me

from London.  I chose this place because it’s completely off the

beaten track, just surfers and new agers, and still they find

me.”  She must have looked puzzled because he had continued. “I

saw the two of them, waiting for me outside my hotel in a car.

Now, everywhere I look I see them.  They’re tailing me.  Guess

it’s time to move on.”

She tried to make sense of it all as she stared at the blank,

functional walls of the room.  She could hear the splash of the

swimming pool beyond the window.  She barely remembered booking

herself into this place, which from the look of it was a youth

hostel.

Behind her he started to murmur, beginning the slow journey from

sleep to consciousness.  Reluctantly, she turned towards him. He

was lying with his head along one luxuriously outstretched arm.

Her eyes took in the curve of his biceps, then ran down to his

bronzed chest, firmly muscled, broad and hairless and very

provocative. It was an enormous relief to find that he was so

good looking.

Her anxiety now dissolved, she desperately wanted to touch him.

When he opened his eyes she was lying only centimeters away. They

were a clear, piercing blue, fringed with black lashes. Blinking,

he focused on her.  He rubbed his square chin, covered in

stubble, and smiled.

“Who on earth are you?” He spoke in an immaculate English accent.

She pulled the sheet up, the fact that she was completely naked

with a strange man, suddenly making her blush.

“I’m Chloe.”

He propped himself up on one arm.  “Oh, right.  I’m Jaspar.”  He

fixed her with a direct stare, which made her feel as if she had

something to feel guilty about.  “And could you tell me how we

happen to be sharing this bed?”

“No. I was hoping you could tell me.”  She paused, lowering her

eyelids, then meeting his gaze again.  “Did we?”

“Did we what?” There was a trace of humor in his voice.

“Well, you know, have….”

“Spit it out!”

“Sex!” she blurted.

Falling back onto the pillow, his chest shuddered with laughter.

“Well, that is nice! I took you to heaven and back, ooh, two or

three times.  And you tell me you can’t remember any of it?”

“Well, I do remember meeting you, and getting horrendously

pissed.”