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as the tormenting fingers buried deep in her hole.

Jerome cruelly twisted Anna’s nipples as his arousal roared to a peek with the

death grip of the white wife’s delicate fingers.

The poor white wife struggled to reach climax. She thrusted her hips down

against the menacing black fingers. A third finger lodged itself into her tight

passage and Anna struggled to open her hole to the gripping black fingers.

Jerome was the first………. White scalding cum shot from his long hose. The

spunk coated the bunched white skirt of the beautiful middle age wife. She felt

the wet discharge and the knowledge pushed her own tight body over the burning

threshold.

The staff heard the passionate scream from the inner office. They looked at each

other and smiled. A universal thought was in everyone’s mind. “Little Miss

Goody Two Shoes; the senior partner’s mistress was getting what she

deserved…..”

Anna fell to her knees as her climax made her body shudder. The probing black

fingers followed her to the floor and continued to fill her seeping hole. Her

lips were swollen and red as she tried to crawl away but the black man would not

allow the pretty wife escape. Anna crawled to the window but the black followed

her. She started to pull herself up when she felt the hard black cock scrape the

top of her stockings.

“NOOOOOOOOOO,” she screamed.

Theodore buried his cock hard and deep. The wet channel provided the lubrication

for the initial insertion and the forceful impalement prevented Mrs. Anna

Belvoir’s escape. She was forced against the four foot ledge in front of the

window as the black had total control of her tender chute. After the initial

insertion Anna was able to relax….and accept the long prod. The half naked

secretary was brutally fucked until she screamed for release.

She felt Theodore tighten….. and then felt the hot liquid coat her inner

chamber. The tip of his black cock had pushed against her cervix and caused her

pain…before feeling the total impalement ignited her second climax. The two

sex partners collapsed on the floor. Theodore nuzzled Anna’s tender neck and

sucked a large dark hickey on the soft flesh. Anna merely lay exhausted; lodged

between the ledge and her first black lover.

As she lay breathing heavily on the carpet she felt something wet caress her

lips. She opened her eyes and seen the angry purple head of Jerome’s huge black

cock. Gripping the monster in his fist he rubbed it against Anna’s delicate lips

until she slowly parted them. Jerome inched the purple head into her wet and

warm oral cavity and let her tongue clean the half dried jism. Anna

subserviently serviced her master with her mouth. She tongue washed the still

hard prong. It took only a few minutes for the huge black balls to empty

…End of the part13. To be continued..

she had made many enemies, least among them Ms. Brenda Jacobs. Karen had been

running a close second for the VP slot against Brenda, but had managed to slip

past her by anonymously leaking false information about BJ thru the companies

computer system. Brenda was never sure where the rumors started but had a very

good idea.

Once Karen had taken her position still fearing Brenda’s superior talent, she

proceeded to “in effect” demote her by making her the department head over a much

smaller department. This move infuriated Brenda and revenge was all she could

think about. Months went by before her chance would come, then one day as if a

miracle she was in Karen’s office when Karen had to leave the office quickly and

failed to log off her computer it was the chance BJ had waited for. She quickly

determined Karen’s password from the careless notes left unprotected on her

messages and then she noticed the “anonymous” memos with Brenda’s name on them.

It had been Karen in fact that had stared the false rumors. Karen would live to

regret both mistakes.

The company was doing much work with the 3rd world, in a small country, Bariwa,

with much mineral potential. They were working on a financing plan to exploit

these for the good of the country. BJ finally had her chance to be rid of Karen

forever. As it turns out the project was in almost absolute control of Karen and

since BJ had access to all her files she could interfere with the project.

Brenda formulated her plan and began putting it into action.

Bariwa was depositing large sum of gold with the company in exchange for cash

which Karen was to invest on behalf of the Bariwanian government. BJ began

intercepting the transfer requests from Karen and making them herself. Using

Karen’s ID and password she opened a money market account with her firm and

stared stripping 5% of all transfers Karen requested and depositing it in

“Karens’s” account. Within a month “Karen” had embesseled 3.5 million dollars.

The trap was set….

The following Monday Karen left for Bariwa and BJ left for Western Union. She

had updated all of Karen’s real computer records with her transaction and booked

a flight from Bariwa to Rio in Karen’s name, conviently one day after Karen’s

scheduled return. The wire was to the Bariwanian finance minister and outlined

suspicious activity that the sender felt was not in the best interest of Bariwa,

with enough details to point the inquiries in the right direction, signed

“Anonymous”.

Just as planed the minister made inquiries that very day to the company

president’s office and Karen’s “plot” was uncovered. The company quickly

complied with requests for records in an effort to retain their business. And

still Karen had no idea the snare was about to be triggered as she visited with

several government officials in Bariwa. On her final official visit she was to

see the finance minister and arrived in a limo at the capital early in the

morning. She would not have a good day. She noticed on her way in that security

seemed very tight. There were four armed guards in the ministers waiting room,

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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at his eyes, staring right through him and say that The Chief is going out of

town next weekend and that I’ll cook dinner for him, dressed this way on next

Friday night. The Chief wants to know what he gets if he wins. I tell the Chief

that he can pick a night for dinner and I’ll cook him what he wants dressed the

same way. The Chief considers this for a moment and decides that’s fair. J wants

to know what else comes with dinner. I swear it just jumped out. I hadn’t

thought of this prior to that moment. I told J that I’d go down on him for

desert.

The Chief started laughing again. “Just how many Aces do you have in that hand?”

He chortled. J piled my shirt up on the pot and said, “That seems more than

fair.” The bastard had drawn a third card to his pair. The Chief later told me

that I blushed all the way down to my nipples. How did the Chief react? Mostly

amused. He knows that even if I do something really outlandish, I’m just looking

for attention, not upset with him. Without going into details, I’ve done things

in the past that would show him that it’s him I love and am devoted to, even if I

do things that raise the odd eyebrow. One of my, still unfulfilled, fantasies is

to have The Chief be cross when I do something really beyond the pale and that he

will take me over his knee, spank me, force me to go down on him, and then take

me, without letting me get completely undressed. So, anyway, I’m here blushing

and the Chief gets up and goes into the kitchen for something to drink. J can’t

decide whether to be horrified or terribly pleased with himself. Finally, he asks

me, “Do I just get one dessert?” Well, that did it. I told him, only one, unless

he wants to try for a double or nothing. I suggest he can stay the weekend or

have me come to his house if he wins and I’m off the hook if I win. He cuts the

cards and shoves the deck at me. I pull up a 10. He pulls out a queen. Now, I’m

a firm believer in the law of averages. I know the odds on losing a high card

cut are the same each time you do it. I also know in the long run they average

out. The Chief is still in the kitchen. I can hear the ice maker running. Want

to try again? I asked J. His eyes bug out just a touch. He glances at the

kitchen door and the Chief is still too far away to hear us. I say, I’ve agreed

to stay like this all weekend and to go down on him. What would he want to try

double or nothing again? He gets this odd look on his face and says, “I’ve always

wanted a totally obedient sexual slave. Become that for the weekend if I win and

you’re off the hook if you win.” Now, I don’t claim to be quoting exactly. It as

late. I was tired, and I was certainly distracted myself. I shuffled the cards

and held them out to him. He drew a card and grinned. He showed me a Jack of

diamonds. I felt a sudden flush go through me. I could feel myself get moist and

the feeling that was somewhere between arousal and panic came over me. I picked a

card. I looked at it and found myself looking at an eight of diamonds. J

actually licked his lips for a moment. Before the Chief came back, J stared

straight into my eyes and said, “Be exactly like this waiting for me at 5:00 on

Friday. When I knock on the door, open it like this.”

So I’m sitting here at my dining room table. My shirt and tights are in the

chair next to J along with his other winnings. My bottom is slowly taking on the

pattern of the chair I’m sitting on because there’s nothing between me and it.

This has definitely not turned out the way I’d planned. I can’t believe I lost

both double or nothings. I went from cooking and serving a meal in the buff (OK,

…End of the part3. To be continued..

The guy was about a block away, so I began walking toward him and
met him about half way. He was a nice young man who was working
on some condo construction, but had pulled his shoulder and had
taken the day off. I told him that my wife and I had come out to
suntan in the nude but that I had begun to get a sunburn on my
cock and that she had too much to drink and had fallen asleep.
We were approaching B and the young man could see that she was
naked and he turned as though to walk back the other way. I said
that it was all right and the she probably wouldn’t mind if he
saw her and, since she was asleep, it wouldn’t matter anyway; so
he continued along with me. He couldn’t take his eyes off B’s
firm and naked body as we got closer and stopped just even with
her. From where we stood, we were looking right up between B’s
legs to her pussy and the view was super erotic. He commented
that she was very sexy looking and had a great body. I asked him
if he really liked what he could see and he nodded yes so I asked
him if he would like a closer look. Without taking his eyes off
her pussy, he nodded yes again; but he hesitated as I turned to
go toward her. He said “what if we wake her?”. I replied that
when she fell asleep in the sun after drinking rum, she was
really “out” for at least an hour and he needn’t worry because it
would take a cannon to waken her.

We walked right up to her and we could see her moist pussy lips
and her hard nipples. We could not see her eyes but I knew she
was watching and could see the bulge of both hard-ons she was
causing. He said that she was really great looking and could not
believe his good fortune of being able to see her like this, and
adjusted his rigid cock in his shorts. I could tell that B was
taking all this in because I could see more moisture showing at
the slit of her pussy. I said that I didn’t want her to get a
bad sunburn and should probably rub some oil on her for
protection and got the bottle and knelt down by her left side.
He just stood there with his shorts sticking out, so I asked him
if he wanted to help. As he knelt down by her right side, he
asked if I was sure that she would not wake up and I replied that
I was sure and squirted oil on both her arms and across her
shoulders and began to rub it into her left arm and shoulder. He
still hadn’t moved, so I said to go ahead and that she would
never know anyway. He tentatively began to rub the oil into her
right arm and shoulder and I knew that he was feeling hot skin
and warm oil and I realized then that not only was this the first
“stranger” to look closely at B’s naked body, but that I was
watching him actually touch her body as well. Knowing that she
was watching and had allowed things to go this far, I decided to
see what more could develop so I took the oil and squirted some
down each leg from thigh to ankle and began rubbing it into her
left leg. He followed suit and we were both leaning down by her
knees and looking right at her pussy. We could literally see
droplets of moisture running down the slit. I rubbed the inside
of her thigh, carefully stopping short of her pussy hair, and he
did the same. Then, looking him in the eye, I gently put my
hands under her knee and ankle and slowly moved her left leg
about six inches sideways. He appeared to be hesitant, but I
nodded yes and he did the same to her right leg which exposed her
full pussy to our view. Her outer lips had parted slightly and
we could see the wet pink folds of her inner lips.

I began to rub the oil into her thigh with both hands, taking
care to stop just short of her pussy and he followed my motions
exactly. As he was rubbing her thigh and looking right into her
pussy, I looked at B’s face and smiled and licked my lips and she
smiled right back and licked her lips as a sign to me that she
was enjoying what was happening as much as I was. Then, I poured
oil on her belly from the base of her tits to the hair of her
pussy and began rubbing my side of that area. He moved up to do
the same and as we did that, I poured circles of oil on each
nipple and full breast and without hesitation we were then both
rubbing oil into a fine breast with extremely rigid nipples, each
of us tweaking her nipples as we massaged the oil into her tits.

At this point, my cock was so hard it hurt so I stood up and took
my suit off to give it more freedom. When I knelt back down, my
cock was at the right level so I began to rub it all around her
left tit and hare nipple. This time, he didn’t need any
encouragement as he dropped his shorts and began to rub his cock
all over her right tit and its hard nipple. He did not notice,
but we were close enough that I could see her open eyes behind
her sunglasses and they were focused on the first cock, other
than mine, that B had ever seen “up close and personal” and
watching it rub her firm and hot tittie. Her hips had begun to
involuntarily spasm a little, so I said to him that even though
she was “out” she appeared to be enjoying our caresses nearly as
much as we were and asked him if he wanted to give her more
pleasure by rubbing her pussy. He immediately reached down with
his right hand and cupped her entire pussy mound. He slid his
fingers up and down her pussy lips and inserted his first two
fingers into her to the hilt. He was obviously experienced
because as he moved his fingers in and out of her he rubbed her
aroused clit with his thumb. B could no longer control herself
and began to raise her hips against his finger thrusts and to
moan slightly as she approached orgasm. All this time, she was
watching us both pump our cocks against her tits and she (and I)
was really enjoying the highest sexual excitement we had ever
had.

As his finger thrusts got deeper and her pelvic thrusts got
higher, I said that I could tell that she was about to cum and we
both began to pump our cocks harder across her nipples. She
began to moan even more and, as she reached an obvious orgasm, we
both exploded our cum all over her titties in a hot sun and oil
threeway orgasm that we, and I am sure he, will never forget.

B’s orgasm had subsided but he still had his fingers up inside
her pussy and as he would flick her clit, her hips would
involuntarily spasm and she would let out a little gasp. He was
worried that she was waking up, so he wiped the last drop of his
cum on the side of her tit and pulled his shorts up over his
still fairly hard cock. B was still kind of sighing and was
licking her lips as I stood up and agreed with him that she
probably would wake up soon. He said he thought that he had
better leave before she awakened and leaned down to take a last
look at her pussy, now open and running with her own juices.

As he turned to go, he asked me if I was going to tell her what
had happened and I said that I though that I would. He smiled
and said to thank her for a great experience and walked back down
the beach toward his truck.

I left B alone to savor the experience herself and went out to
the water to cool off and to also think of what we had just
enjoyed.

After he had driven off, we had great sex in the sunshine and
agreed that even though we had gone a lot further than either of
us had imagined or planned, this outrageous and spontaneous thing
we had done was the most exciting thing we had ever done and
would probably open the door to more fun and enjoyment of erotic
activities.

We have been very selective and limited in our actual physical
contacts with others, concentrating primarily on the exchanging
of erotic photos and letters and enjoying the vicarious thrills
we derive from that activity as well as our pastime of
“accidental” exhibitionism, but we often fondly reminisce about
our first “afternoon in the sun” and how we got started toward
erotic enjoyment.

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The night started our strangely. Ophelia had just finished re-
arranging her large library and was exhausted. As suits my
biological clock, I was just coming awake at 10 PM when she was
turning in. She invited me to bed and I politely declined: I was
horny as usual and told her I’d keep her awake. After a couple of
more requests from her, I stripped and crawled in beside her.
Ophelia loves to snuggle and wasted no time in curling her small
body up next to mine. I turned and kissed her. She was oddly
responsive for her tired state, and teased me with a hint of
tongue in her kisses. I reached down to feel her muff and found
it just beginning to rev as her right hand slipped down her belly
to her clit.

I took up what has become my customary position between her legs -
kneeling and using my cock as a sex toy to tickle her lower labia
and the entrance to her cunt. But this time I let my aim wander
lower to the wonderful curve where ass, crotch, and leg meet. I
rubbed my cock against this soft crescent and expanded the stroke
to brush against the entrance to her ass. I noticed that every
time that my prick touched her rosebud, her strokes on her clit
quickened. It wasn’t long before I was pressing the tip of my
cock against her asshole.

Surprise! My cock slipped easily into her ass until the entire
head was buried inside, and just as I was about to pull out and
apoligize, she handed me a bottle of sex lubricant and said “What
the fuck? Why not?”. I pulled back and poured the lubricant on
my hard cock and noticed her pussy was swollen and very wet. I
worked my cock back into its previous nest. It was so easy. I
could feel her ass muscles relaxing and opening for me. I eased
ever so slowly deeper. Such heaven! Like a warm, wet hand
gripping all around my prick – so much tighter than pussy, and
delightful in an entirely different way. I could feel her hips
grind against me as I worked the last of my seven-plus inches into
her back door. Realizing where I was and how long it had been
since I’d known this pleasure, I had to fight to pull the reigns
in on my orgasm.

It seemed like forever – my slow rocking pulling my cock almost
full-length out of her ass before easing it back in until my balls
rested against her firm buns. Her right hand furiously massaged
her clit and her left hand played at the entrance of her cunt,
pressing on the full length of her labia. And all the while my
cock was enveloped in a firm net of gripping muscles that wrestled
to bring the cum from me. “It’s so weird,” she said as she
searched for the grip on her own orgasm. Suddenly, it was upon
her. I felt her ass open up like a mouth that was just to blow up
a ballon. “Are you close?” she hissed. “No,” I grunted.
She was close, tho’. Too close to stop. I felt her stiffen and
lurch under me. “Uuhhhh! Come on you bastard! Fill my ass!” she
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considerately slipped out of her despite not having finsihed my
own orgasm to my complete satisfaction.

I kissed her and thanked her for her special gift, but she pushed
me away. “Go wash off and fuck my pussy,” she said ” I feel like
something’s undone.” So after a quick and thourough shower, I
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Suzette meant business inside her offices, but she had an uncanny
sense of humor that put even the most nervous prospective employee
completely at ease. Never did she lose her temper in front of her
colleagues or subordinates, but she took them aside and calmly brought
the situation to order. (You may say she built good foundations, even
if they weren’t buildings.)

One night, she was in the office very late – maybe 9pm – and she
had a project due next week, so she took advantage of working at her
office late. She called the local delicatessen and ordered her
favorite: small veggie with everything but onions. The order came in
around 9:24, and it was delivered by a burnt-out surfer dude who was
so baked, the bread looked pale. Suzette gave him a $2 tip, even
though she knew that he did not deserve it.

Suzette quietly ate away from her project, savoring each bite of
her sandwich. To help her digest, she pulled out her radio/CD player
and selected her favorite Bach CD. Placing the CD carefully into the
machine, she flicked the switch on.

Suzette closed her eyes, letting the music flow into her veins.
Taking another bite of her sandwich, she revelled in peace and
comfort, and she had no reason to hurry.

As soon as she finished her sandwich, Suzette washed everything down
with a bottle of Evian. A feeling of satisfaction went through her
body, reaching her feet with liquid grace. Suzette walked back to her
project, and soon she was in the thick of her work.

Another 2 1/2 hours passed before Suzette completed her project.
She sat back on her chair, propping her high heels up on the desk, and
let her skirt fall back on her bare thighs. She began to caress her
thighs above the garters of her hose, placing her fingers under the
tops. But she forgot that the security guard was watching downstairs,
and soon the phone buzzed.

“Ah, Miss LaFontaine, are you all set for the night?” said the
security guard, as Suzette placed her skirt down her legs. “Almost.
I’m going to be here another hour…” “OK,” said the security guard.

Then Suzette had an idea. The security guard would be there all
night…why not give him a little entertainment? She walked back to
the desk, and went back to what she was doing: caressing her thighs.
Once in a while, she would look to the camera and snap her garters at
the guard, who would probably have her complete and undivided
attention by now.

Removing her shoes, Suzette placed her hands on one side of her
stocking at the toes and moved them slowly towards her thighs towards
the garter, raising her leg as she did. Then, she flicked back a
garter and adjusted it to another part of her stocking. She unzipped
her skirt, guiding down her legs and bending to expose her fine
bottom. Removing her blazer and blouse, all Suzette had on was the
lingerie set.

Suzette was now moist with juices, and she placed a hand into her
mound, rubbing and moaning. She brought her hands out and licked
them sensuously, rubbing every part of her body. With smooth
movement, Suzette removed her panties and exposed her neatly trimmed
mons to the camera.

Then Suzette returned to her seat, and returned to caressing her
thighs. This time, after she moved her hands up to her garters, she
flicked them back and undid the garter belt from her waist. She also
opened the front catch to her bra, exposing her nicely-formed breasts,
and she placed the bra on the desk.

Placing both hands on the sides of her thighs, she rolled her
tan-mesh hose down, savoring its feeling as it exposed white skin.
As the hose reached her foot, she raised her leg and drew it away from
her toes. She did the same to the other leg, and now she was
completely naked. To see if the security guard actually saw
everything, she dialled the desk.

The security guard was panting for breath on the other side of
the line, and he finally stammered, “H-hello?” “This is Miss LaFontaine.
Is everything all right?” “Everything’s perfect. Nothing wrong at
all…” Suzette smiled with satifaction and said, “The closed circuit
TV…is it working properly? I had someone look at it a few weeks
ago.” Dead silence from the security guard. When Suzette hung up the
phone, all she could do was laugh and imagine the building that she
had just destroyed.

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By the time he finished spurting, Roger had joined the spillage going
on, spraying one wicked stream over Linda’s shoulder before he could
position correctly and direct the outpourings of his arousal where it was
directed. The two men panted and groaned at the release, sweat pouring off
their trim bodies. Kate felt a small trickle of sperm slid down over her
eyebrow and drop to her cheek. Finally, the three men stood, palms cupped
with their offerings, rapidly shrinking cocks dwindling.

“Now what the fuck are you gonna do?” inquired Roger. “Make us stand
here with cum all over our hands?”

“No, silly. We’re gonna drink it all down like little birdies!” rejoined
Linda. The men looked at her, mystified. As if to respond, she lay down
slowly on the tossed clothes, and motioned for Kate to join her. Kate did
so, until their heads were right next to each others, legs pointing in
opposite directions. “Now, come over here, move your hands to just over our
faces, and open up!” Roger moved over to her and knelt down next to her
head. Bob came to the top of her head, and Jack went next to Kate. The two
women opened their mouths and wiggled their tongues nastily.

“Ok, guys, let ‘er rip!”

The men slowly opened their cupped palms. A stream of sperm dropped out,
like a warm white shower, dripping quickly into Linda’s open mouth. Kate
was also inundated with the semen, feeling it drip slowly into her face. On
and on the shower continued, line after line, huge dollop after huge dollop
of sperm adhering to the law of gravity and dropping from the mens’ hands
into the faces and open, awaiting mouths, of the bare chested women below
them. As they finished, the men moved their hands down, allowing the women
to lick and cleanse their palms. Kate squished the sperm around in her
mouth. She had gotten just about all of Jack’s, a good bit of Bob’s and even
a drop of two of Roger’s ejaculation. Linda had captured most of Roger’s,
the rest of Bob’s and a few drops of Jacks. Share and share alike, she
thought. She too swirled the captured cum around her cheeks and over her
teeth, enjoying the sensuous feel of the slightly sticky, salty sauce.
Finally she swallowed, feeling the mass slide down her throat. Looking over,
she noticed Kate had just done the same. The two women kissed, spearing
their spermy tongues into each other’s mouths, rubbing lips and tits as they
shared the men’s sperm. Kate reached down and rubbed her overheated crotch,
feeling the orgasm begin and rapidly explode all through her body,
shuddering with it’s force. Linda squealed and quivered the same as her own
fingers brought the climax to her.

The women lay next to each other for a few moments, feeling the men
stroke their bodies and glow in the pleasure. Finally, Linda sat up, and
said “I bet you never had that happen before, did you?” The men shook their
heads in disbelief.

Later, while driving home, Kate and Linda discussed their newfound
fascination with semen.

“I don’t know what it is about me, I’ve just gotten to really enjoy the
taste and texture of cum. It’s different than almost anything else I’ve ever
tasted!” said Linda, calmly.

Kate agreed. “I know what you mean, it’s strange. Some women, and men,
for that matter, might think this is really gross or something, but I
suppose when you think about it, it’s not really all that bad. I mean, hell,
what is sperm anyway? Ninety-eight percent water. A few million little sperm
cells wiggling around, to small to see without a microscope. And some other
fluid and sugars and stuff. Big deal. But to think that we’re doing
something that is really different, well that turns me on like crazy!”

“Yeah, just the feeling of that slippery, kinda sticky juice on my body
is sexy. And I love to watch a man come, it’s very intense, they way they
screw up their faces and groan and moan. I wonder if it feels anything like
when we girls have an orgasm.”

“I don’t know. I kinda think that a man’s orgasm is centered around his
cock, where mine feel like their going all over my body. I suppose it’s all
in your head anyway, but it’s gotta be good for them too, right? Or else
they wouldn’t be so horny all the time!” Kate laughed.

“You got it, babe,” Linda joked along with her. “Hey, tonight let’s see
if we can get our golfed out husbands to donate a little squirt or too for
us, and compare notes tomorrow, eh?”

Kate agreed.
.
.
.

The next day, Linda’s husband came over to watch a baseball game at
Kate’s house, so Kate excused herself and went to see Linda. She had a
wonderful time the night before, and wanted to hear all about Linda’s
evening too. When she got to Linda’s house, the two women grabbed a bottle
of wine, two glasses, and sat out on the covered porch behind the house.

“Well, honey, how’d you do last night? You have a certain glow about
you, I take it you got lucky?” asked Linda breathlessly.

“Well, if you count about 30 orgasms as lucky, I guess you could say
that!”

“Jeesus! What’d you do, invite over the Hell’s Angels or something?”
quizzed Linda.

“Oh, no, not this time. I got Rog all hot and bothered by walking around
in a short nighty, and managed to get him upstairs. We took a nice hot bath
together, and then we went to bed. I told him I’d really like for him to eat
me for a while, and promised to return the favor. Well, he got into it right
away. He kissed me real hard and deep, and then he just kinda moved down my
body, kissing my boobies and sticking his tongue in my belly-button on the
way down. Then he moved around and pushed my knees apart, and just leaned
right down in my pussy. He breathed on it really warm for a few seconds,
then put his tongue on my clit and started to suck it in. He twiddled it
with the tip of his tongue, and then slid one finger up in me. It felt
GREAT! Then he began sliding his tongue up and down the lips of my pussy,
kissing and sucking at them like he hadn’t eaten in days. He was gently
pushing his finger in and out of my hole, rubbing the inside really great.
Then he must have found my G-spot ’cause all of a sudden I started cumming
over and over again. He knew he had me, and kept licking and sucking and
pulling on my clit and squeezing my G-spot. I must have cum for three solid
minutes, I finally had to push him away because I got so sensitive I
couldn’t stand it anymore. He sat up with that shit-eating grin of his on
his face, then lay down next to me and held me for the longest time, I just
lay there and gasped like a race horse after the Kentucky Derby.”

“WOW! That sound’s really good. Then what, did you do him?” Linda asked
excitedly.

“Well, yeah. I wanted to pay him back for the great time he’d given me,
so after I got my breath back, I rolled him over on his back. His cock was
just semi-hard, so I put my hand around it and started to slowly stroke it
back and forth, kissing him and telling him how great he was. He ate it up.
He started pumping his hips back and forth, moving his cock through my hand.
Then I put my head on his stomach and stuck my tongue out, letting the tip
of his cock touch it each time he came though. Gradually I let more and more
of it go into my mouth and moved my hand away. After a few minutes, he was
stroking all the way into my mouth and to the back of my throat. I made sure
I had plenty of spit and kept him nice and wet and slippery. Every now and
then I’d bite down real gently on him, and let him pull back through my
teeth. He had his hands on the back of my head, sometimes moving my head
back and forth on his cock, sometimes just holding me and fucking in and out
of my mouth with his beautiful cock. I could taste some pre-cum leaking out
of him, and didn’t want to have him shoot off too fast, so after a few
minutes, I stopped. I told him I wanted him to watch what I was doing, so
we switched positions a bit. I sat up, and rested against the headboard and
a couple of pillows, and I made him come up and straddle my chest. I pushed
my boobs together and he slid his cock back and forth between them for a
bit. That was fun, I really like the feeling of his cock between my breasts.
Then I pulled him up and let him put his penis right into my mouth. He was
looking down at me, and I was looking up at him, and it was adorable. He
looked just like a little baby, with his eyes closed and a dreamy sort of
look on his face.”

“Then I told him I wanted him to cum right in my mouth and down my
throat. He was getting really near, so I pulled him out of my mouth. I
opened up as wide as I could, and just pulled his cock back and forth. I
felt him begin to tremble, then he said ‘watch out, honey, here I cum’ and
then he did. Boy, did he cum! The first shot went straight into my mouth,
luckily I didn’t choke on it or anything. Then he went off again, and this
one went into my mouth too, but a little bit of it hit my upper lip. Roger
must have been storing it up for a week, because I had to close my mouth and
swallow, and just as I did, he shot off again. Well, my mouth was closed, so
it hit me right between the lips and dribbled down over my chin. That felt
so neat I closed my eyes and he shot again, this time it hit my cheek and
jaw. I can remember the feeling even now, it was so crazy and kinky and sexy
feeling these little spurts of hot liquid hit my face. All in all he must
have shot seven or eight streams of cum onto my face, and as he slowed down
I put his cock back in my mouth and sucked the last bits out and swallowed
them. It was SOOOO GREAT!! I’m laying there all sweaty and gasping, with
Roger’s cum all over my face, and he’s holding on to the headboard above me
and shaking and shuddering like someone possessed. I kept his cock in my
mouth for a couple of minutes, just kinda nursing on it like a baby on a
tit. I could feel the cum cooling and drying on my face, and I started to
rub it in. But he grabbed my hand and told me to wait, he just wanted to
look at me like that. So I stopped, and we just stared into each other’s
eyes for a minute or so. Then the goddam phone rang! I nearly jumped out of
my skin. You know how it is after you have a hot and heavy session like
that, you get all relaxed and calmed down and you’re half asleep. So I
jumped, and managed to answer the phone. It was my mother, of all things! I
couldn’t just tell her to call back, so she has me on the phone talking
about her neighbors and all this other gossip and stuff, and I’m lying there
talking back to her with my husband’s semen all over my face! It was wild!
Roger started massaging it into my face while I’m talking, and that nearly
set me off again. I started giggling and groaning, and Mom asked me what the
heck was the matter. Well, I couldn’t exactly tell her that Roger was wiping
all his cum off my face, now could I? I finally got her off the phone, and
Roger and I rubbed his cum into my face and boobs and all, then we fell
asleep. I woke up this morning with it all caked and dry on me, but it felt
good anyway. So that’s my story. What about you?”

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“I can imagine!” answered Linda breathlessly. She had felt her own pussy
get a little wet as they talked, and now dropped one hand to her lap
furtively.

“So anyway, I pushed and pulled him in and out, actually fucking myself
with his cock in my mouth. Then, I don’t know what came over me, no pun
intended, I pulled his dick out of my mouth with one hand and looked up at
him. He was looking down at me like I was some kind of angel or something,
this totally incredible look on his face. I knew, deep down in my soul, then,
that I could have this amazing power over him, or any man, for that matter.
I knew what he wanted. We’d watched enough porno movies for me to see that
he always liked it when a guy spermed on a girl’s face or in her mouth. So
I looked him straight in the eye, and in the nastiest voice I could, I said
‘I want you to come right in my mouth, lover. I want to taste your sperm.’
I poured it on in the sluttiest way I could think of – you know, telling him
I wanted him to shoot his stuff all over my face and in my mouth and all that
really gross stuff we used to giggle about in high school. So I’m jerking him
a little bit, and then he just kind of grunted once and BAMMO! – right on
the kisser, he lets fly with that cock of his. I was so shocked I opened my
mouth in reflex and BAMMO! again, another spurt, this time right in my mouth.
I’m going crazy now, loving the feel of the stuff, and I jerk him some more,
and he shoots his stuff all over my face and in my mouth. It was in my hair,
and all down over my neck and tits and just all over the place!”

Kate finished breathlessly. Linda just looked at her and said “Wow.”,
arching her eyebrows knowingly. “So now you like eating cum, eh?”

“Well, I suppose so. But I don’t very often, ’cause in the last few
months, Roger’s gotten so busy with his job and all, that I’m lucky if we
even make love once or twice a month, much less have time for all kinds of
other fun stuff. But yeah, it was kinda neat, I really liked the feel of his
sperm spraying on me, and for some reason, I LOVED the taste of it – you
know, kinda bitter and salty, but interesting?”

“Katie darling, you don’t have to tell me. I’ve swallowed enough sperm
to float a battleship. It’s still my favorite drink!” she giggled. “It’s
amazing how icky and gross we would have thought this was a few years ago,
but God, now that I’ve done it, I just gotta say I love it! Hey! I’ve got an
idea!”

“What now?” Kate knew her friend had some deliciously wicked thought
that she was about to hear. “I know this is gonna involve sex and fucking,
so you might as well spit it out!”

“Kate, I NEVER spit it out!” Linda laughed. “No, what I thought was
this. We go around and see in how many different ways we can drink sperm. You
know, there’s gotta be other ways than straight from the tap, so to speak!”

“LINDA! What do you mean? Are you actually proposing that we suck other
guys off and swallow their cum? Are you crazy!”

“No, no, listen, it’s perfect. We turn the tables on the guys – you
know, wham bam thank ya ma’am? Well, we’ll make it wham bam thank ya mister!
They don’t have to know our names or anything, we’ll just rustle up, drain
‘em dry, and hustle off. They’ll go crazy wondering who we are, but they’ll
never see us again! It’s perfect!”

Kate stopped to think about it. It was the craziest idea she’d ever
heard, even from the usually whacked out Linda.

“You mean just go up to some guy we like the looks of, tell him we want
him to cum in our mouths and that’s it?”

“No, silly. That’d be too easy. No, we get them to give us our favorite
drink in strange and exciting ways! Oh hell, let’s see….like having a
waiter in a fancy restaurant jerk off in your coffee. Or the grocery delivery
boy pop off real fast in your car in the parking lot. Stuff like that!”

“Hmmmm. Yes, that could been really hot!” agreed Kate. “And we could
keep track of each of the ways that we get them to do it! Yeah, that’s
great!” she clapped her hands excitedly. “When do we start?”

“Right now, if you’re game!”

Forty-five minutes later found the ladies strolling the local mall. They
had changed into short skirts and very light sweaters. Linda had decided that
they would alternate with the ideas for getting the cum from the men they
eyed, and she would go first. She thought it would be exciting to try to
seduce a shoe salesman into giving her a sip of his sperm. The girls walked
into the first store they found with few customers and a likely looking guy.
He as a tall, dark-haired man they both found attractive. Linda sat down in
one of the fitting chairs, crossed her long legs, and inched her skirt up
even more. The salesman hurried over.

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passionately against Beth’s tight shithole. Beth bucked violently back,

apparently shocked at the invasion although she must have anticipated

something similar.

There wasn’t, in fact, much for Sara to taste, just enough to remind her

what she was doing, and that it was sordid. Her tonguing of Beth’s bum was

frantic as she tried futilely to poke her tongue through the tight muscle of

Beth’s dirty sphincter. She slipped her fingers down to find Beth’s cunt

soaking, and although she had planned all sorts of other activities Sara

knew that, for now, she had to make Beth come with Sara’s tongue in her bum.

Sara could almost feel the throbbing of Beth’s clit as she slipped to slick

fingers either side of it. It wouldn’t be long, Sara knew. The touch of her

fingers on Beth’s cunt was as delicate as the pressure of her tongue on

Beth’s bumhole was violent, and she managed to keep Beth near the precipice

for what seemed ages before the 42-year old tensed and then began to thrust

and buck, at the same time howling her release. Sara rode the storm, keeping

Beth coming until eventually she showed mercy and the passion subsided.

As Sara pulled away Beth rolled onto her back, her nipples taut, and Sara

took in the fit body, now covered in a thin sheen of perspiration. Sara knew

she had to obtain her own release fast.

She knelt by Beth’s head and lazily felt one of Beth’s breasts, feeling the

nipple between her fingers just as she’d felt Beth’s clit. “You’re going to

do me just the same,” she said softly, feeling sure now that Beth was ready

to submit to Sara’s desires. “You’re going to going to press your tongue

right against my bumhole and make me come.” Beth’s eyes widened as she heard

this but there was no suggestion of dissent. Encouraged, Sara went on.

“Yeah, you’re going to lick my nasty bumhole, you’re going to smell it and

taste it and lick it.” She began to stand, talking all the time. “I bet my

bumhole’s really dirty, Beth, just like yours was. Did you know that? I

could really smell you when you opened your cheeks up. You dirty girl.

Tasted it too. Really nasty.”

Sara began to squat down over Beth’s head, a bizarre position for an orgasm,

more appropriate for a pee or shit in the woods, but it seemed right for the

extremity of Sara’s mood. As Sara’s bum came lower Beth’s eyes remained

fixated on the young woman’s bum. My God, thought Sara, she must wonder what

the hell I’m about to do. Cool.

When Sara’s bumhole was an inch or so from Beth’s face she paused. “Ok, tell

me.”

Hearing Beth’s voice again, the first time after they had actually started

to fuck, really startled Sara. This wasn’t just a sexy body, this was the

smart businesswoman who ran meetings with quiet easy authority and who made

the pages of the financial press almost every week. And she was about to eat

Sara’s bum. “I can see, and smell, your shit, Sara.” It was typical of the

woman not to beat around the bush, she wasn’t cowed or beaten, just enjoying

submitting to Sara’s badness. “You really are a dirty girl, Sara, your bum

really is quite dirty and smelly and shitty and sexy. And you’re going to

make me it lick it, lick your shitty bumhole, lick your shit, nnnnggg,” as

Sara squatted right down and ground her bum onto Beth’s mouth. The position

Sara had chosen had been inspired, not only did it feel terribly perverse

but the way Sara’s bumhole was stretched wide open meant that the sensations

were exquisite.

Sara squatted over Beth’s face for what seemed an age, wanting Beth to know

that she was Sara’s bum-slave. Then she guided Beth’s fingers to her needy

cunt, and although Beth had perhaps never been with a woman before she knew

from pleasuring herself just what to do, delicately teasing Sara’s cunt lips

before sneaking up to Sara’s clit to finish it all. Sara could feel the

pressure building, like she would explode, then just as she was coming she

managed to groan “Oh fuck yeah lick my shit you slut,” before hammering

herself down onto Beth’s face as she came in wave after wave.

Sara fell, sideways, onto the bed, and Beth lay there slowly working her

tired jaws. Eventually she turned to look at the slim body of the teen lying

on the bed beside her. “Do you know something?” she asked dreamily. “I don’t

have any meetings until three tomorrow afternoon. Which gives us maybe

fifteen hours for you to think of other nasty things you’d like to do to me.

But first I have to go to the bathroom…”

mean massage, Beth. I learned on the beach in Thailand last year.”

“You went to Thailand when you were seventeen?” Yes, but did she want the

massage? “God I hope I’m as liberal with my daughter. That’s a nice offer,

Sara, thanks. Can’t hurt, I guess.”

Sara walked around the back of Beth’s chair and gently rested her hands on

Beth’s shoulders. Even standing there felt so erotic, Sara’s face just

inches from Beth’s head. She began working her fingers quite firmly along

Beth’s shoulder, and she could feel the older woman’s bra strap under the

white silk material of her blouse.

“Mm, Sara, that does feel good, you were right.”

“Well this isn’t really the right way to do it.” Sara was shocking herself.

How could she try to seduce the boss? Ridiculous. She’d probably destroy all

the good work she’d done up to now. But the siren voices get pulling her

onward. And the damp feeling between her legs. “On the beach you’d be lying

down and, well, I could have access to all your back.” There, she’d said it.

Sounded innocuous enough, didn’t it?

“My you are a perfectionist, Sara. Show this attitude in business and you’ll

get far. Actually the thought of a massage on my bed sounds delicious. You

really don’t have to.”

No, but I really do want to, thought Sara. As Beth wandered through to the

bedroom she called over her shoulder “I suppose you want my blouse off,

right?” Sara rushed to follow, to see.

“Yes.”

Beth slid the top easily over her head. She began to climb onto the bed,

then a thought struck her. “What about the bra? You’re going to tell me they

didn’t wear tops in Thailand, right?”

“Well it doesn’t really matter, but the straps do get in the way. It’s

definitely easier without.”

“Okay. I’ve been dying to get this thing off all day anyway.” Beth reached

behind and unclipped the bra, and Sara had a quick glimpse of Beth’s full

white breasts before she lay down on the bed. Sara moved beside her and

began massaging Beth’s back. Good skin, too, what an incredible woman.

“Mm that’s good.”

Beth worked away for a couple of minutes, but still the voices and the heat

in her pussy drove her on. “There’s a couple of things, if you want the full

Rolls Royce treatment. First, I can’t get to the small of the back, for that

…End of the part2. To be continued..

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Circumstance had provided us the opportunity to work together, a collaboration

which culminated in a slick bit of legal craftsmanship which had all the

hallmarks of a jurisprudential masterpiece, at least when viewed by someone who

could appreciate the invisible strings we fashioned to manipulate a sensitive

artistic universe. Raising a toast of some rather exquisite champagne, Steven

and I indulgently acknowledged our own handiwork, well aware that our finest

accomplishment lay in the fact that no one outside the room would ever really

appreciate our delicate touch. If things went as planned, we laughed, they would

never even realize we had been there.

One bottle from Steven’s extensive cellars led to another, and we spoke that day

at great length, in ways our work had never allowed. Working together had been a

great joy for both of us, I like to think, because Steven and I shared a sense of

focus which meant every working hour of those two months had been devoted solely

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dedicate to my tasks, although I know no other fashion of approaching a problem,

but all too often the obsessive devotion I suffer in the course of a serious

project has cost me bitterly, both in my professional and personal relationships.

Yet with Steven, for once, it had been different. He was every bit as

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knowing that Steven understood. We raised another toast, and again, until the

sun slipped orange beyond the dark wooded acres of Steven’s estate.

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during my travels, but before that summer, art remained a decorative item for me.

In fact, the work we did with the Foundation did much to increase my exposure

and augment my vocabulary, but Steven provided the catalyst which turned on the

light.

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Champagne had led to Chablis which led to a Chardonnay “we simply have to share”,

to a special unlabelled bottle from a tiny Swiss monastery to a very old bottle

of Scotch and the tenth hour of our celebration had warmed my spirits into a

pleasant sense of incautious confidence.

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“Oh god”, Kitty giggled Storm took off her shirt and threw it in the corner.
Her breasts were firm and brown just like her skin, and the nipples were
dark and inviting. “Kiss them”, Storm said, touching Kitty’s teenage nipples
with her fingers. Kitty hesitated at first, but then seized the opportunity
and started sucking the left nipple. “Use your tongue, too”, Storm adviced
her, and right away her tongue darted to circle around her nipple. “The other
one, too”, Storm said, wanting this girl desperately to satisfy her thirst.

“You feel so good”, Kitty said and looked up at Storm’s face. Her scent had
attached to Storm by now, and smelling it mix with her natural scents drove
Kitty wild. Storm’s underpants were white and her black pussy hair was clearly
visible through them. Kitty jumped on Storm and turned her on her back, and
the former goddess was delighted of this turn. Kitty took the pants off and
they were both naked now.

After they had been lying side by side, caressing and exploring each other’s
pussies with their fingers, they decided to get into some serious action.
Neither of them had come yet, and Storm asked if they could do some 69. She
helped Kitty into the right position and told her to start. The closeup sight
and smell of Storm’s black pussy drove Kitty nuts and she inserted her tongue
between her pussy lips. Storm moaned and explained Kitty all the right moves.
She had patience to wait until Kitty had reached the rhythm, and then shot out
her own tongue to Kitty’s bare pussy. Kitty shivered when she felt something
soft and wet enter her, but Storm told her to keep going and she did.

The sensation caused Kitty come almost immediately, and she buried her face
into Storm’s hips as she was on all fours and coming into Storm’s mouth. All
the time Storm licked her, the insides of her thighs, lapping her pussy lips
vertically all the way like a dog. Kitty regained her consciousness and went
on eating Storm, who dropped her head on the pillow and enjoyed the sight.
She had to fight not to go on with Kitty’s wet pussy dangling a few inches
above her face, but she wanted to get something for herself and she didn’t
want to distract Kitty, who was quickly learning the procedure. This was what
the girl had wanted to do in her fantasies, and she enjoyed doing it in real
life, too.

Storm was reaching her first orgasms (and the signs were that it was going to
be an earthquake), when a familiar bamf exploded near the ceiling. “Here’s
the stuff you asked me to bring”, Nightcrawler said, her eyes focused on the
bag he was carrying, “I hope I remem… Lieber Gott!”

Kitty was scared the second time today as she jumped off the bed and tried to
run to the bathroom door. Kurt recognized Storm, who was pulling the blanket to
cover her lower body as Kitty ran past him and phased through the bathroom
door. “Kitty!” he shouted, but the girl had already locked the door.

“Nice timing”, Storm said with no remarkable emotions.

“Ororo! You are alive!” Kurt shouted, happily surprised. He jumped on the bed
and hugged Storm, who gave her a big hug back, not caring about her exposed
body. This was the man he’d met hundreds of perils with, went to the deepest
hell to rescue him. This was not the time to be petty.

“What happened to you? I saw you on TV, dying in Dallas!” Kurt asked.

“It’s a long story. I just say that we’re alive and kicking”, Storm smiled.

“Thank God! All the guilt I’ve been through, when I didn’t fight and die with
you! It was bad enough when Beyonder didn’t take me to San Fransisco to fight
the Sentinels with you, but this! And you’re alive now!”

They hugged again, this time more intensively. Kurt couldn’t help sensing the
passionate, pheromone-emitting woman next to her, and he noticed his hardon
when it poked into Storm’s stomach. He was suddenly very embarrassed, but
Storm, still aroused with Kitty’s cunnilingus, just touched his lips with
her forefinger and smiled. Kurt was pretty ashamed when Storm pulled his T-
shirt over his head and dove for his nipples.

“I don’t think that this is a good idea”, Kurt moaned. “It is against my OH!
religion.” Storm slid his palm inside Kurt’s shorts, feeling the erected organ.
She moaned and kissed Kurt, probing his mouth with her tongue and giggling a
single sharp sound when Kurt’s sharp teeth tickled it. She made Kurt sit on
the bed and pulled her pants out, revealing a modest, blue cock. His tail
shivered when Storm put her other hand on his ass, taking the beginning of
his tail in her palm.

“Yes”, Kurt whispered when Storm’s lips and warm breath touched his cock.
She kissed the tip and circled it with her hot tongue, tasting Kurt’s pre-
ejaculate. He had never had a hardon like that in his life, it ached for
a woman’s touch. And Storm certainly knew how to handle a situation like this.

After a short while Storm let Kurt go and set herself lying on the bed. She
opened her legs and smiled invitingly. Kurt leaped on her, they joyfully
wrestled for a while and then stopped at a common signal to kiss each other
passionately. “Enter me, I want you”, Storm moaned. Kurt’s tip touched her
pussy lips, stayed there for a moment as he teased her, then entered all the
way in. Storm arched her back as his rod set her on fire. Kurt started pump-
ing her as she moaned and rubbed his ass with her both hands.

Kurt was in ecstacy when Storm’s vaginal muscles fondled his cock. Storm
was already wet, so there was no significant friction. They both breathed
heavily, wanting to come and feel each other’s body completely. “I’m coming”
…End of the part7. To be continued..

“Yeah. He is soooo sexy in that black uniform!”

“Right!”

“Do you think that we are sexy, wearing these skintight costumes? Have you
ever thought how people must be looking at us?” Elizabeth asked suddenly.

“You mean they never try to make you bend to see your tits better? Never
make any comments, whistle or ask something immoral when you walk by?”

“They do it to you too?”

Alison looked down at her body. Her clothes really were tight and sexy.
“Then why is it that we are wearing such costumes?”

“You know why. Loose clothes would be dangerous in a fight.”

“Yeah. Right.”

“And of course for the kicks.”

“Especially.”

Elizabeth noticed that Alison’s nipples were now clearly visible under the
garment. Alison was running her hands down her body, trying to find fat or
loose places under her clothes.

“Alison?” she asked, shy again. “What is it… you know… like with a woman?

Alison stopped and looked curiously at Elizabeth. “Why do you want to know?”

“Me… for nothing. I am just curious”, Elizabeth said. “You don’t have to
tell me if you don’t want to.”

“For the starters”, Alison said, “I did it because I had to. There were no
films for straight women, you always had to do threesomes or twosomes with
another girl. Men want to see such stuff from every woman in the film, God
knows why. But I admit that it wasn’t bad, it was far better than with men
in the front of cameras. And definitely a lot better than with those fatty
directors and producers testing the girls they casted.”

“But how is it like?”

“It is like foreplay that goes on and on. It isn’t like sex with men that
ends before you’ve even started. It’s much more tender.”

Elizabeth looked at her, puzzled. “Did you really do such things on films?”

“No”, Alison said, after a while. “It was neutral in the films, not bad,
not good. But I did it a couple of times in a private room with another
actor. Her name was Lisa, and she was five years older than me. We had become
really good friends and we used to sleep together when I had no other place
to go. It felt good.”

“Oh.” Elizabeth said, surprised of this new aspect she’d found in her team-
mate. She wasn’t aware again that she’d been reading Alison’s thoughts. For
a moment she could feel the memory of woman’s touch on her skin, lips kissing
her neck and ear, fingers turning on the wet pussy.

“So now you know.”

Elizabeth moved like in a dream as she stepped up and kissed Alison on her
mouth. Alison’s eyes were wide with surprise as Elizabeth’s tongue caressed
hers, probing tenderly. They held each other’s bodies and Alison started
licking her shoulder, neck and ear with her tongue. Elizabeth sighed with
excitement and held on to Alison tighter so her legs wouldn’t turn into
cooked macaroni and she wouldn’t fall on the floor.

“Let’s do it”, Alison said with passion. Elizabeth retreated on the wide
chair pulling Alison with her and sat down. Alison sat on her lap facing her,
her knees supporting her on the both sides of Elizabeth’s body. Her breasts
were close to Elizabeth’s face, and she caressed them with her hands through
the clothes. Alison felt her pussy moisten and her back arch as Elizabeth
found her nipples and started massaging them. Alison’s ass was resting on
thin air, and Elizabeth moved her hands to support it. She gradually brought
them closer to Alison’s pussy as Alison removed all clothes from her torso,
revealing her breasts for her to lick.

“Oh god”, Alison moaned as she put her hands to Elizabeth’s tits. Elizabeth
was now licking her shiny breasts one by one, burying her face between them
and pulling her closer to her. Alison’s pussy was now tingling as she wanted
this gorgeous creature.

After a minute of this Elizabeth stood up. She was strong enough to carry
Alison, who had now wrapped her arms and legs around her. She put her down
on the floor, which felt a bit cold under Alison’s bare back. Alison caressed
her tits as Elizabeth took off all her clothes and stood there buck naked.
Alison removed her shoes and pants and reached her hand for Elizabeth. She
took it and let her pull her body gently down to her.

Elizabeth was on the top, and they were kissing fiery kisses, their tongues
licking each other’s mouth. Alison wrapped her legs around Elizabeth’s, thus
securing the position. Their hot pussies were now very close, and Elizabeth
placed her right hand over her ass and reached for them from behind. She found
her very own, caressed it for while, then pulled her hand back and brought
…End of the part3. To be continued..

END OF PART 2

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Our road trip lovers are in their beachside condo on the Gulf Coast,
enjoying the sun and sand. This story may not be altered or sold without
my permission.

White sand crunches and squeaks as we head for the beach. For not
liking the two-piece swimsuit, it fits you well. Such a nice
tan…you’ll stand out against the cream colored sand.

“Dunes, or beach?”
“We’ll try both. Hope you brought the Tropic oil. I don’t wanna burn.”
“Got it here.” And down to the beach we go.

Soft lapping surf covers and uncovers the tidal beach. Spreading
your towel shows off your cleavage quite well. Since we got here
Saturday (and all the antics in the van), we have seen maybe 5
people on the beach. A twinge in my crotch signals the arousal
you seem to bring out in me. O.K., call it lust.

“May I oil you up? I promise to be discreet.”
“Please do. And no need to be discreet. Rub it all over me,
especially the shoulders. You always did my shoulders so
good….”

I fill my palms with oil and apply it to all exposed skin I can
get to. It glistens as the sun hits it. The texture of soft,
warm, slippery skin is getting to me already. I fill my hands
with you, rubbing oil everywhere the suit isn’t. Now the
back…another sensuous part of you I don’t see much of. Then
across the rear to the thighs. They slide apart slowly as I rub
them up and down. Hmmm, your toes are curling. Does it feel
that good. A barely audible purr bubbles from your throat.

“Shall I stop?”
“No, no, please keep going. That feels sooooo good.”

You’re such a little plaything; finding pleasure in almost
anything. Down to the calves, and massaging the muscles with
fingertips, and caressing skin with the palms. There’s that
aroma again. Arousal. Is it me, or you? I glide back up to the
thighs, and they part at the knees, giving me access to the inner
thighs. I tease for a bit, stopping just short of the garden.
Then back outside. Both my hands go under the leg loops of the
suit and stroke your cheeks. They tense with the feeling. I
pull the suit down below your fanny and oil up both sides and
work it in. The smell of passion is getting stronger. I plant a
tongue kiss on each cheek, and they stiffen in response. My suit
is getting tight with my own arousal.

I straddle your rear with my hips, pressing my hardness into your
firm bottom. It flexes and gives me a little squeeze. I work
the muscles with both palms. Occasionally, I sneak a hand down
to caress the swells of your breasts, flowing out of the top.
Finally, and regretfully, you are covered with oil. I lean back
to admire your form: glistening skin, brown as fried chicken,
white cheeks under me, thighs open to invite me in.

“All done.”
“But what about the front?” said with doe eyes.
“If I do your front, your back will never tan. Besides, I could
spend an hour just on that glorious bosom of yours.”
“Well, when I roll over, please do me.”

No problem.

I sit up to watch the surf quietly roll in…not quite low tide.
The beach is very wide now. Sea gulls and terns squabble over
the piece of seaweed or crab. Not a person in sight. It’s so
quiet.

I look down at you sweating. Or is that oil? Probably both.
Some ten minutes have passed. I loosen the tie for the top of
your suit…no tan lines here. I lie back down and gently rub my
hand over your back and redistribute the lotion. Finally, an
unbroken line from neck to thighs. The touch of your warm skin
thrills me. I hope I never tire of touching you. I see a smile
sneak across your face.

“What’s going on in that mind of yours?”
“Nothing. I just like the way it feels.” A pause, then…
“I was remembering that drive we took in that sports car you had.
I was so naughty…teasing you like that. It was nice sucking
you, except for the steering wheel. You were naughty,
too…asking for a kiss down there, then backing away…”
“You didn’t see the police car across the street.”
“No…I was busy…with other things.”

My hand tarries at your fanny and rolls the palm over both
cheeks. Then the joining of thigh and hip gets caressed. A
stray finger slides inbetween thighs now just far enough apart to
allow a swipe or two. I slide closer to you. There is some heat
coming off your body.

“You feel warm. Maybe you want to roll over?”
“What did you have in mind?”
…End of the part1. To be continued..

I read with a smile the phrase in Will Ray’s note on photoswap, “two letters
to the editor in pamela’s pantyhose”.. My own true love and fiancee is named
Pamela, and she wore pantyhose to work all the time when I first began dating
her, last January (1990).. Soon after our first bonding and wonderful love-
making, I bought Pamela beautiful garter belts, a Merry Widow with garters
and several pairs of finest sheer stockings (including silk ones from Italy).
When Pam and I went to a concert soon after, she said to me as we walked from
the garage to the concert hall, “Jerry, I really love the feel of these stock-
ings! They are so sensual – and I can feel them move a bit as I walk along. I
wore stockings last in 1970, so I forgot all about how they feel. They do make
me feel a little uncertain though, as I feel the wind come under my skirt and
all the way up to the crotch of my panties – that is a strange (but not un-
friendly) sensation!”
Because of her comment, I decided to buy her some knee-high stockings to
see how Pamela would like them. She wore them under a long jeans skirt when
we went over to visit her mother’s recently. As Pam sat comfortably opposite
me I could see the tops of her knee-highs and their not lovely top elastics
and some of her (lovely) legs showing too.. when I told her about this pri-
vately later, she turned beet red and said she’d probably only wear the knee-
highs under slacks or jeans in the future – even thought I assured her that
she looked charming and so desirable as I had viewed her.
Now I took the step which moved us inexorably to the most exciting permanent
change I would have ever thought possible for Pamela and me: I looked very
carefully through the entire hosiery section of an upscale department store
and found some “thigh high sheer stockings”… I got these for her and Pam
thanked me, saying she had not known this type existed.
On our next date, after a great dinner and relaxed drive under moonlight,
Pamela and I retired to my motel room where she sat on the edge of my water-
bed. We just dropped back together, fully clothed onto the bed, and rocked
in laughter and happiness. I hadn’t seen her for several weeks, so we just
hugged and held each other for the longest time, enjoying every minute of
our experience. Ater our soft as baby skin kisses produced yearning sighs
from Pamela’s throat, I began caressing her face, her hair and her neck. She
put her mouth up to my ear and breathed the warmest, wettest air in there,
bringing me to an advanced state of love readiness seconds later! I softly
rubbed her shoulders and caressed her down her sides, only barely making the
gentlest contact with her sensitive, lovely breasts. Pamela was caressing my
back eagerly and unbuttoning my shirt to insert her hand in to feel my chest
and to tease my nipples to stiff readiness. As I continued to caress down
her skirt, she responded with little urging mews and invitingly spread her
legs slightly apart for me. I reached under the hem of her long skirt, and
first felt her silky stockinged legs – then I was aware of not one but two
layers of slip Pamela wore (she later told me that one slip was too short
for the skirt but had a very pretty top to be seen under her transparent
blouse, and the second slip had the right length.) This extra amount of
underwear was intriguing me strongly! I caressed gradually higher up Pam’s
leg, felt the sexy top binding elastic and moved onto her super soft leg
and thigh skin… so warm, so responsive to my touch! As I moved closer to my
“heaven” I realized that there was no deterrant to the progress of my hand,
even to the sensual globe of her buttock cheek!!! What a great surprise for
me – Pam wasn’t wearing any panties!! It blew my mind, and we advanced to one
of the fullest episodes of wanton and abandoned loving we have ever had. We
both came several times and felt totally united, as if this were the very first
time our bodies had ever joined. The water bed was our friend, adding its own
motion to encourage new angles, new directions, new delights to each of us.
Later, after lovingly reviewing our happiness in light soft talking, I asked
Pamela about the reason for not wearing any panties.. it had turned me on so
very excitedly. She said that she learned by wearing garter belt, stockings
and panties that she really loved the feel of the wind under her skirt, climb-
ing all the way to her crotch – but not quite getting TO her. So, she told me,
that she experimented one day wearing the thigh-high stockings and no panties
to her office… she said, “It was so terrific.. I came in the car, just from
the motion on the car’s seat and vibration of traffic. Then, at the office, I
could feel (really FEEL) the seat of my chair. And I felt wickedly erotic as
I stood talking with men who work with me, knowing that under my skirt there
was no impediment to their seeing my pussy were I to lean down to the bottom
drawer of a filing cabinet to extract something! Now, I have not had a urinary
infection for weeks, and I always used to get them when I wore pantyhose all
the time. So, this is how I dress almost every day.. now. I’m so glad you
approve!!!” (note to female readers… please give this sensual dressing
technique a try… you may solve any of several genital discomforts related
to airless confinement of pantyhose (not pretty for us men to gaze upon any-
way) – you may achieve a great double benefit when you feel turned on by what
you FEEL, and your lovers, boyfriends, husbands are electrically excited when
you let them KNOW what is under your dress or skirt!!! Have fun!) Yours,
ErosJer

—

After the initial shock of the first blast of pee, I watched with fascination
and lust as a beautiful golden stream of pee sprayed out of her hot hairy
pussy soaking my face and hair. I tried to position my head so that I could
catch the stream in my mouth, but her gyrating hips kept the stream of pee
criss crossing my face. I couldn’t believe that I actually wanted her to
pee in my mouth! ‘Want’ wasn’t the right word, I needed to taste her pee. I
was going crazy with lust! My cock was bobbing uncontrollably and my balls
ached. My mouth was wide open, my tongue extended catching all the hot pee
I could as the stream moved back and forth across my face. Finally, she
stopped her teasing and aimed the hot spray right into my mouth. I gulped
down a couple of mouthfuls before she finally stopped. Using the head of
the bed for support, she raised herself to her feet and positioned herself
so that she was standing over me straddling my crotch. Placing her hands on
her hips, she closed her eyes and let go another long stream of hot pee.
Since she was not holding her pussy open this time, instead of a solid
stream, pee sprayed all over. Some sprayed on my chest, but most of the
golden liquid dripped straight down on my cock and balls.

When her bladder was finally empty, she turned around to show me her great
big ass. She got down on all fours and slowly backed her butt into my face.
I attempted to lick her pussy, but she repositioned herself so that her tight
little asshole was pressed against my lips. I had never licked a women’s ass
before, and didn’t really know what I should do. I licked it, sucked it,
even tried to bury my tongue deep inside it. Apparently I was doing
something right as I could hear her moaning softly and she began to slowly
grind her pussy against my chest.

I could feel her hot breath on my cock and balls as I hungrily licked her
asshole. Occasionally I would feel her mouth or tongue on my inner thighs
or balls. At first I thought she was trying to tease me, but I soon realized
that she was lapping up any pee that remained on my crotch! She was careful
to avoid my cock as I think she knew that the slightest stimulation would
make me cum.

After several delicious minutes of ass licking, she tilted her ass slightly,
pulling her asshole from my lips. Without warning she let go a large fart
right in my face! The smell was like nothing I had ever experienced. It was
so intense I felt dizzy and I almost came! She lowered her asshole back to
my lips and I resumed my tonguing with even greater passion. Several times
she tilted her hips to position her asshole directly in front of my nose
to pass gas. Each time I would inhale deeply before resuming my tongue
worship of her ass. After what seemed like hours, she pulled her ass from
my face and repositioned it about a foot away from my face. Reaching back
with both hands she pulled her big ass cheeks wide apart to expose her hot
hairy pussy and the dark brown asshole I had been sucking so feverishly.
Once again I saw her tilt her hips slightly, and I watched her little brown
asshole began to open slightly. Too my surprise, no gas rushed out. For
a moment I was confused, but then I realized what was happening. She was
going to shit on me! Although I had done things tonight that I never thought
I would do (and loved them), this was just to much! Her asshole continued to
widen and I could begin to see the end of a large turd just inside the
opening. She continued to push and I saw the turd slowly begin to emerge
from her asshole. All of a sudden, she relaxed and the turd quickly slipped
back inside out-of-site. She repeated this several times, each time exposing
a little more of the turd. As she did this I found myself beginning to feel
that crazy lust build back up inside of me until I was actually craning my
neck and sticking out my tongue in an attempt to reach her shit! After
several more teases, she finally pushed several inches of firm brown shit
out of her ass. It hung from her asshole for a moment and then dropped to my
chest. The smell was, well, you can imagine!

She continued to push, until 2 more large firm turds lay steaming on my
chest. She had shit so close to my face that I was actually able to touch
the last turd with my tongue as it fell from her asshole and landed on my
chest. When she was all done, she said “please clean me up” and once again
backed her big ass into my face. As I feverishly licked and sucked her dirty
asshole, she squirmed excitedly on my chest. I could feel her wet pussy
smearing her warm shit all over my neck and chest. I could tell that she
was very near orgasm from the twitching of her thigh muscles. Just as she
began to moan, she grabbed my cock roughly in her hand and began to stroke
it. With only a few strokes of her hand I was convulsing beneath her.
I had my face buried so deep between her ass cheeks I couldn’t even breath.
I literally went out of my mind! The intensity of my orgasm was like nothing
I had experienced before or since. I think she orgasmed too, but I was so
absorbed in the intensity of my own orgasm, that I couldn’t tell. She
continued to pump my cock until I finally relaxed and let my tongue slip
from her gaping asshole. We laid there in a smelly heap for several
minutes before she finally crawled off me. She had shit smeared on her
stomach and in her pubic hair as well as a big gob of my cum in her hair.
I must have been quite a sight too because she looked down at me, made a
face and said “yuk, what a mess!”. Grabbing some tissues from the head of
the bed she scooped up most of the shit laying on my neck and chest and
then rushed out of the room. She returned in a couple of minutes wearing
a bathrobe and carrying a pan of soapy water and a towel. Sitting beside me
on the bed, she gave me quick but efficient sponge bath. I made no attempts
at conversation as I still hadn’t regained my composure from the intensity
of my orgasm.

When my sponge bath was complete, she untied my hands and feet and handed
me my clothes. Glancing at the clock on the wall, she said “sorry to poop
and run, but I’ve got to hop in the shower. I’m already late for a dinner
date with friends. Could you be a dear and let yourself out?”. Still a bit
dazed I nodded in agreement, and she disappeared through the bedroom door.
After I got dressed, I heard the shower running in the bathroom, so as
requested, I let myself out. As I made the long walk back to the dorm, I
tried to sort out everything that had happened. I couldn’t believe all the
sick things I had done, yet I had loved every minute of it! This was
definitely the most exciting sexual experience I had ever had and I hadn’t
kissed her or even seen her breasts. Hell, I never even asked her her name!

When I got back to the dorm, I took a long hot shower, trying to get
rid of the smell, but no matter how much I scrubbed, it seemed to linger.
It was several days before I got over the shock of what I had done. I kept
thinking that you just don’t do those types of things and enjoy them.

The semester ended and I went home for the summer. My initial feelings of
shock and disgust gradually gave way to lust and the first day of my junior
year I went back to her apartment. Sweaty with anticipation I knocked on the
apartment door. Much to my dismay, I was met at the door by an oriental grad
student. He politely told me that he had moved in over the summer and had
never met the previous tenant.

For the last fifteen years now, I have been watching for her on the street,
in bars and shopping malls. But even if I never see her again, I will never
ever forget the afternoon I spent with my naughty nurse.

–

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take a look at the store and the operation so I can discuss it with my client.”

Actually there was a lot more that I wanted to take a look at but that would

come soon enough.

“Hi Dickie!” There semed to be a hint of excitement in her voice. “You

couldn’t have picked a better time. The store doesn,t open for another hour

and a half today and it will give me a chance to give you the Cook’s Tour. When

can I expect you?”, she said.

“Give me about fifteen minutes.” I replied, knowing full well that I could

be there in half that time…and intended to be.

“OK. I’ll be waiting to let you in.”

We hung up and I went into the bathroom to check myself out. Quite

satisfied that what I saw in the mirror was as good as it was going to get I

walked out to my car and headed for her store. When I got there and approached

the door I saw her standing inside back by one of the machines. She looked even

more fuckable today than she did yesterday. I tried the door and realized it was

locked so I rapped on the glass with my ring. She heard and came to the door to

let me in. As she approached the door I could see a big smile on her face and

decided that this could be good.

“Come in.” she said as she held the door for me to walk past her.

“Thanks…” I said, getting a whiff of her perfume as I walked in the door.

“…now your sure I’m not taking you away from anything?”

“Not at all, in fact I was hoping you’d call. I really wanted to show off

what I have to offer.” There was a noticable twinkle in her eye.

She locked the door and invited me to come into her office at the back of

store.

“It’s kind of like a home away from home.” she said.

“You see, the store is open from 11:00 am to 10:00 pm and I usually have to

stay late to finish up at night.”

“Those are long hours.” I said. “does it pay off?”

“Yes I guess it does.” she responded. “You see this is my husband’s and my

business, but he works as a manager for a restaurant in Parsippany and when

he gets home at about 5:00 at night he’s too tired to come and help.”

I sensed a note of sarcasm in her voice and decided not to press the issue. She

went on anyway and in about fifteen minutes I had a capsulated history of their

marriage and what was wrong with it.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I guess I get lonely. There’s really noone here to

carry on a normal conversation with most of the time.”

Not being one to mince words I just asked her outright. “Why don’t you find

a lover? Seems to me that might make you feel like a person again. You really

are quite sexy and attractive.”

She looked at me as if I had just plunged a knife into her heart and in a

matter of fact voice said, “Well, you tell me, would you fuck me.”

“Baby,” I replied “Only an asshole or a eunoch would say no to that.”

I stood up and moved around the desk. Taking her in my arms a kissing her full

on the lips.

“This isn’t right,” she said pulling away from me. “I don’t even know you

and I’m acting like a whore in front of you.”

“No,” I said, trying to soften the blow of what I had just done. “You just

need a man and all that goes along with him.”

…End of the part2. To be continued..

Eddie too was becoming convinced. “What does a
pussy look like?”

“Well, I’ll tell you, but only if you let me and
Marvin beat you off.”

“But I told you already…I DON’T WANT TO BURN IN
HELL!!!” Eddie wailed.

“Don’t be stupid, Eddie. You only go to hell if you
beat yourself off. Not if somebody else beats you off.

[....!??] “Are you sure?”

Victor could see that Eddie wanted very much to
believe him. “I’m positive. In fact you can even beat
somebody else off and it doesn’t count…it’s only when you
beat yourself that you go to hell.” Victor could see Eddie
was weakening. He was pleased with himself. “But first
you’re going to have to show us your penis.”

The bald guy wearing the sunvisor was wheezing
audibly. He weighed 275 pounds easily and could barely hold
himself up in the squat over the scrawny longhaired guy with
the pimples and coke bottle glasses lying flat on his back
between the fatman’s legs in the bathtub. HERE IT COMES…
Kurt Jr. twisted his left tit with one hand while he held
the bottle of Locker Room up to his nostrils with the other.
The shaky camera panned down the fat guy’s back to his
distended shit hole. IT’S COMING OUT… Kurt recapped the
popper and rammed his middle finger back up into his own
hungry poop-chute, just as a brown turd ribbon began
squeezing out the fat man’s rectum, dropping by clumps into
the longhair’s open mouth. Kurt pushed his finger in as far
as it would go up up toward a lump of his own shit. He
clamped down with all his might and then withdrew his finger
to look at the treasure. It was clean. He held it to his
nose and sniffed. DAMN…nothing.

Back on the screen the pimply guy had started rimming
the filthy asshole. The shit was getting smeared everywhere.
One of the guy’s lenses was completely mudded out.

Now THAT is disgusting Kurt thought to himself. He
was irritated with SHIT LOVERS #3. It was exactly like
LOVERS #1 and #2. Why did they always use such ugly nerdy
types in these scat videos? That guy shouldn’t be wearing
his glasses for godsake. It was ludicrous and made the whole
thing a travesty. Why couldn’t there ever be any nice
healthy looking guys with white teeth, flawless tans and
fresh blow-drys like in all the other porn? After all, I’m
hot looking, atheletic, with a nice body, Kurt thought, I’m a
shit lover…why can’t they make these movies with guys like
me. This is so demeaning. It really pisses me off. If only
he had more guts, he reasoned for the thousandth time. He’d
given it so much thought…lead the movement, give public
speeches, be a spokesman and role model, march in the
parades… If only he had more guts. Guts enough to bring
respectability to scat. Educate the public. Go into
politics even. Who knew where it might lead? Kurt Schidink
Jr. the country’s first Brown Hanky Congressman. B.M.
Brothers Unite!!! Keep your chins up high!!! Don’t be
oppressed just because you let people shit on you. Spread
those Cheeks and FLY!!! It made his head spin. Kurt took
another hit as the video shifted to a new duo. Well, not
entirely new. There was that same fatty but this time he was
wearing a black wig..(!) THIS IS REALLY INSULTING…what a
piece of shit this #3 was turning out to be and he’d forked
over $89.95 for it too. Non-refundable.

At 10:03 pm, the exact moment of Kurt Jr.’s
disappointing discovery, downstairs his father had positioned
himself over his mother’s cunt and his tongue was beginning
to search out what they called her little love-snail, his
youngest brother Timmy still on the pot was on the verge of
passing out from pushing out and his other brother Marvin was
untying his pajama bottoms. And two blocks away out on the
icy street the fuel pump of a ‘79 Ford Pinto was giving up
its life, unbeknownst to Larry Henderson, the car’s current
owner coming back from a gay bar through a neighborhood he’d
never been in before. It was incredible coincidence that
when the engine died it died right in front of 677 Rigoletto
Place, the home of Mr. and Mrs. Kurt Schidink and their three
fine sons. The coincidence was made greater by the fact that
during the summer of his highschool sophomore year Larry and
Kurt who were classmates and neighbors at the time used to
get together to assfuck and suck each other off. But then
Kurt’s family moved across town and Larry took up with a
different crowd and the rest was history. Kurt and Larry had
not seen each other in 25 years. Larry steered the coasting
Pinto across a slick of ice next to the curb. Shit it was
cold. For the first time that evening he regretted not
wearing more than the jockstrap under his leather chaps. He
got out and threw open the hood. His butt was FREEZING. He
hoped he’d be able to spot what the problem was, only the
problem was that Larry actually only knew zip about cars and
realized that the gesture was more one of macho reflex than
constructive action. Larry could see his breath in the beam
of his flashlight. It was dark except for some yellowish
light coming from behind the upstairs shaded window of 677.
Behind those shades Grace was moaning herself through
multiple orgasms under her husband’s increasingly clumsy
ministrations and manipulations.

Kurt didn’t know what had taken over him. He felt
great. Out of control, but great. And then Grace crested her
biggest wave and one knee kicked out in one of the many
reflex actions her coming was prone to and landed square in
the center of her hubby’s swollen tight-as-a-drum
fluid-filled paunch. OOOOoofff. [pop] The stopper blew out
of Kurt’s greasy red hole, which opened up like a fireman’s
hose and sent quarts of brownish fleck-laden water flying
across the bedroom spraying all over the mirrors and
glasstopped vanity. What was happening? Kurt didn’t really
know. He looked between his legs and caught the reflection
of his hydrant butt at full power. Oddly, he felt removed
from it all…no big deal… time stood still…he was just
floating in a blissful out of body experience… In what may
have only been seconds later he found himself sitting on the
Port-a-Potty squirting out a few remaining ounces, while
Grace, ever the vigilant homemaker, good-naturedly surveyed
the damage.

Larry Henderson knew he had only two choices, both
fairly humiliating: ask these folks to call AAA or find a bus
stop and hope that public transportation was were still
running at this hour. He might have opted for the later
option, however the risk of frostbitten buns made him decide
to head for the front stoop of 677. I sure hope these folks
are home, he thought to himself as he prepared to ring the
bell.- – - – - – - – – - – - – [TO BE CONTINUED...]

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Jerome laughed. He then slapped Anna across her white ass cheeks. “Get your

sorry ass to your bedroom. I will be up in a minute. You be spread and ready

for me…”

Anna rose and quickly walked to the stairs leading to her bedroom.

Jerome sat at the kitchen table as Mrs. Anna Belvoir departed. He casually

finished his coffee while Anna’s husband huddled on the floor by his feet.

“Give me your belt white boy,” Jerome casually asked.

Jim, frightened, but with his five inch spear still rock hard quickly unbuckled

his belt and handed the black leather to his wife’s black master. Jerome took

the belt from his out stretched hands and wrapped it around his neck. He then

rose and started pulling the hapless husband towards the stairs to his martial

bedroom. Jim was drug several feet before he hunched up and was litterly drug by

his neck bent at the waist. He had to nearly crawl up the stairs as Jerome set a

frantic pace.

When the two men had reached the top of the stairs Jerome turned to look at the

helpless white husband. “Where is your bedroom ?”

Jim looked up and pointed to the second door to his left. It was at the end of

the hall in the spacious home. For his assistance he was brutally drug to a

point just short of the open door. A dim light shone from the bedroom. “I will

leave you here. You will be able to hear me taking your wife; but I don’t want

you watching” he said. He casually wrapped the end of the belt around one of the

rungs in the banister. It was not tied but Jim was not able to question his

orders. He would dutifully remain outside his bedroom door while the black man

enjoyed his wife’s many charms.

“Beg me again to take your wife white boy,” came the one last humiliating

comment.

Without hesitation Jim looked up in the dim light and spoke the opprobrious

words, “Please fuck my wife Mr. Bettis.”

Jerome laughed at the pathetic husband and walked into the luxurious bedroom. He

smiled upon entering. Mrs. Anna Belvoir, was propped on the bed. Her long white

legs were obscenely spread and she had a worried look on her face.

Jerome Bettis, her black boss casually started undressing at the foot of the bed.

One by one his articles of clothing was removed and hung carefully in the

closet. It was as if HE was the husband coming home to his horny spouse. Jerome

then stepped out of the shadows near the closet and stepped closer to the bed.

He heard an audible gasp as the forty year old white wife finally realized the

size of his black cock. She had sucked the ten inch monster to climax earlier in

…End of the part21. To be continued..

relieved to discover that she was alone in the office; or so she thought. She

then quickly walked to the main door and let herself out. She did not look back;

if she had she would have seen Bougehard Wright III with a forlorn look on his

face. He was nearly a broken man; allowing his mistress to be taken from him by

the arrogant black upstart. Bougehard was distressed to see his plaything walk

past his door; obviously well fucked by his new nemesis.

When Anna walked into the spacious kitchen her husband Jim was having a cup of

coffee. He looked up and saw his beautiful wife….. Anna tried to read his

expression; it was one of ………..excitement. She continued through the

kitchen and went directly to their second floor bedroom. She stripped and left

her clothes in a pile by the bed. Rapidly she escaped to the bath off the master

bedroom. Turning on the shower she stepped in; the hot water soaked her tired

body. The steam cleared her foggy mind. She stayed in the shower for nearly

thirty minutes and finally emerged. She was refreshed and rejuvenated.

She draped a towel around her wet hair and wrapped her tight body with another

towel. As she stepped into the master bedroom she stopped in her tracks.

Sitting on the edge of the bed was her husband Jim; her panties were in his hands

and he was inhaling the sweet fragrances of her juices…..and the dried cum of

her black sex partners.

“What……. what are you doing Jim ?” she asked her husband.

Suddenly startled Jim looked up and his emerging wife. He was immediately

distressed; and embarrassed. “I…ah….” he meekly muttered.

He dropped his head but kept his wife’s panties in his hand. After several

minutes Jim looked up at his irate wife. “Did you let him fuck you ?”

Anna was angry……but she did not know where to direct her anger. She finally

spoke to her husband, “Did I let who fuck me ?” As she spoke she let the towel

fall from her beautiful body. Standing before her husband completely naked she

could see his arousal; the second time in as many days.

Jim’s cock started to throb. “Did you let your black boss stick his cock into

you ?” he asked again; this time rather sternly.

Anna did not answer her husband. Seductively she spread her long white legs.

Slowly her hands caressed her red marked breasts and dropped to the her waist.

Looking directly at her husband’s stunned face she spread her lips with her

delicate fingers. “I didn’t get it all out. Maybe you would like to try to suck

the rest of it out ?”

“You let another man fuck you ?” Jim Belvoir asked his wife. He seemed to be

stunned at the possibility; even though he could smell the panties that he still

held in his hands.

“Come and suck it out Jim. Come and suck another man’s sperm from your wife’s

…End of the part16. To be continued..

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she had made many enemies, least among them Ms. Brenda Jacobs. Karen had been

running a close second for the VP slot against Brenda, but had managed to slip

past her by anonymously leaking false information about BJ thru the companies

computer system. Brenda was never sure where the rumors started but had a very

good idea.

Once Karen had taken her position still fearing Brenda’s superior talent, she

proceeded to “in effect” demote her by making her the department head over a much

smaller department. This move infuriated Brenda and revenge was all she could

think about. Months went by before her chance would come, then one day as if a

miracle she was in Karen’s office when Karen had to leave the office quickly and

failed to log off her computer it was the chance BJ had waited for. She quickly

determined Karen’s password from the careless notes left unprotected on her

messages and then she noticed the “anonymous” memos with Brenda’s name on them.

It had been Karen in fact that had stared the false rumors. Karen would live to

regret both mistakes.

The company was doing much work with the 3rd world, in a small country, Bariwa,

with much mineral potential. They were working on a financing plan to exploit

these for the good of the country. BJ finally had her chance to be rid of Karen

forever. As it turns out the project was in almost absolute control of Karen and

since BJ had access to all her files she could interfere with the project.

Brenda formulated her plan and began putting it into action.

Bariwa was depositing large sum of gold with the company in exchange for cash

which Karen was to invest on behalf of the Bariwanian government. BJ began

intercepting the transfer requests from Karen and making them herself. Using

Karen’s ID and password she opened a money market account with her firm and

stared stripping 5% of all transfers Karen requested and depositing it in

“Karens’s” account. Within a month “Karen” had embesseled 3.5 million dollars.

The trap was set….

The following Monday Karen left for Bariwa and BJ left for Western Union. She

had updated all of Karen’s real computer records with her transaction and booked

a flight from Bariwa to Rio in Karen’s name, conviently one day after Karen’s

scheduled return. The wire was to the Bariwanian finance minister and outlined

suspicious activity that the sender felt was not in the best interest of Bariwa,

with enough details to point the inquiries in the right direction, signed

“Anonymous”.

Just as planed the minister made inquiries that very day to the company

president’s office and Karen’s “plot” was uncovered. The company quickly

complied with requests for records in an effort to retain their business. And

still Karen had no idea the snare was about to be triggered as she visited with

several government officials in Bariwa. On her final official visit she was to

see the finance minister and arrived in a limo at the capital early in the

morning. She would not have a good day. She noticed on her way in that security

seemed very tight. There were four armed guards in the ministers waiting room,

…End of the part1. To be continued..