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It was late August, and Wanda Catron was ready to return to school for her second attempt at her senior year, Her first attempt, the previous year, had been aborted by death and personal disaster.
But Wanda had changed over the summer. She had met someone online, and had accepted her Collar. She was now the online slave of Donna Mettert, who was known as Alluringsweetlady to most, and Mistress Sweet to Wanda.
They had met the previous April, and been Collared a month now. Donna was encouraging Wanda to go to school and finish her education, and Wanda wanted to finish now. She had a goal in mind, both short-term and long-term. However, tomorrow’s goals were secrets, at least to Donna.
Donna was the mall manager at the Northwest Arkansas Mall in Fayetteville, Ark. She was a tough but fair manager, especially since she had been mute since the age of four. But the mall was one of the best-run in America, earning honors year after year.
Wanda told Donna online one night that she was ready to return to school, but needed a week to take care of some personal business. Donna said she understood and hoped that Wanda would keep in touch with her during the week she would be gone. Wanda smiled inwardly, and publicly promised that she would indeed keep in touch.
The next morning, Wanda went to the Salt Lake City airport. Her flight took her to Atlanta, and from there on another connecting flight to Bentonville, Arkansas, landing at 3:30, nearly nine hours after she had taken off. A trip to the Hertz rental counter got her into a Mustang, and after a search on the map, Wanda was heading south towards Fayetteville.
An hour later, Wanda was sitting in the Northwest Arkansas Mall, staring at the entrance to the mall offices. Suddenly, all her muscles were jelly. She stared at the door, working hard to will her body to move.
A person walking by caught Wanda’s eye. Short, about 5-3, with stringy blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. A flower patten dress draped over her body, which would normally seem too small to Wanda. Now, however, the dress was perfect, as was the woman wearing it. Wanda had seen her Mistress, Donna Mettert, for the first time.
Donna walked into the office doors, and caused Wanda’s muscles to start responding again. She stood up and walked through the office doors. She saw a door close at the end of the hall and assumed it was Donna’s. But her way was blocked by a large counter and an equally large secretary.
“May I help you?” the enormous woman said.
“Yes,” Wanda replied. “I’d like to speak with Donna Mettert.”
“I don’t think you can, Miss. She’s a busy woman.”
“She’ll see me. Tell her Wanda’s here.”
“Wait here.” The woman nearly filled the entire hallway as she waddled to the door that had closed. She entered (how, Wanda didn’t know), then came out a minute later. Again she slowly waddled back to her desk.
The fat woman turned right, and SHE was there, her beloved Donna, walking behind Blubbo the secretary. Her eyes looked at Wanda a second, then they lit up like a Christmas tree. A big smile flashed on her face, and she almost leapt over the counter and into Wanda’s arms. Wanda caught the exuberant Donna and the women kissed as Blubbo tried not to look.
Donna led Wanda past Blubbo and into her office. There Donna took out a note pad and scribbled quickly. When she handed it to Wanda, the note said “What are you doing here?”
“I came to be with you, Mistress,” Wanda said. “I need you so much, and I love you. However, I’ll leave if you ask me to.”
Donna scribbled quickly. When the pad returned, it said “Stay. Let me make arrangements.”
Donna picked up what looked like a phone, only much larger, and placed it in something that looked like a computer keyboard. She typed, and then she heard a voice on speaker box. Curious, Wanda came around the corner of the desk. Quickly Wanda scribbled “TTY phone”, then typed more.
The voice came back. “Yes, Donna, I can watch your baby for a few days. What’s going on?”
Donna typed and Wanda watched over her shoulder. “Something’s come up, and I’m going out of town for a few days. You sure you’re all right? Anything I can get for you?” Donna scribbled for Wanda’s benefit, “My mom.”
“No honey,” her mother said. “Just be safe. Your baby will be all right. you take care of the little one you’re carrying, too.”
“I will, Ma,” Donna typed back. She hung up the phone, then paged for Blubbo. When she waddled in, their hands flew as they spoke in American Sign Language. Wanda had started studying ASL when she learned about Donna’s disability, but she quickly got lost trying to follow Blubbo and Donna’s conversation.
When Blubbo squeezed out of Donna’s office, Donna straightened some files, putting things on her desk in order, and signaled Wanda to follow her. They left the office and headed to the private parking area for mall employees. Wanda saw they were going to Donna’s car and tapped her Mistress on the shoulder. When Donna turned, she said “I have a car here.”
Donna had brought her pen and paper. She wrote fast, then showed Wanda. It said “Leave it. You won’t need it for what we’ll be doing tonight.”
Wanda got into Donna’s car. It was an older model Chevy, with a baby seat in the back seat. Donna drove out of the enclosure, and drove out of town for a bit. She headed northeast and ended up at Rogers, Ark. There, she drove until she saw a cheap motel and started pulling in.
“No, Mistress,” Wanda said. “Not here. Choose the best hotel in town. I can afford to splurge on you.”
Donna looked at Wanda, but drove on. She found a very elegant hotel and pulled in. Wanda used her platinum credit card to pay for the room, and included a nice meal to be delivered by room service.
Together the women rode the elevator to their floor, and Wanda led her Mistress into the room and closed the door. Once they were alone, Wanda dropped to her knees before her Mistress. Donna smiled and pulled Wanda up. Together they kissed, long and hard. Wanda’s hands roamed over Donna’s small body, and then settled on her hips. She pulled Donna tight against her own body, then felt Donna undoing her blouse.
Before they could go much farther, though, there was a knock at the door. Wanda reluctantly pulled away from Donna and got the door. It was room service, with the meal of pork ribs, mashed potatoes, corn and white wine. Wanda signed the ticket, giving a nice tip, then locked the door behind the boy as he left.
When she turned around, her eyes grew huge. Donna had removed her dress and bra, and was sliding her panties down her body. She stepped out of the bunched panties and motioned for Wanda to approach. Wanda did, shedding clothes as she walked. Her blouse fell, then her bra, freeing her wondrous 38c breasts. Donna licked her lips in anticipation. Wanda loosed her jeans, and seemed to step out of them as she walked. Finally, one step from Donna, the 22-year-old grabbed the waistband of her thong and pulled. It tore off her hips, leaving Wanda as naked as Donna.
She fell onto the bed, embracing Donna as she did. The two women wiggled together, kissing and letting their bodies rub at each other. The sexual tension in the room was mounting, but they refused to break their kisses. Donna ended up on top, rubbing her small breasts against Wanda’s larger ones.
Donna broke the kiss first, then slid up Wanda’s body. The submissive thought her Mistress was going to feed her pussy to Wanda, and licked her lips in anticipation. But Donna stopped a little short of Wanda’s mouth. Instead, she squatted down and drove her pussy onto one of Wanda’s breasts, sucking it into her pussy.
Wanda watched in lust as Donna fucked her breast. The bump that was the baby Donna carried was visible to Wanda, and knowing that her Mistress was pregnant only fueled Wanda’s lust. Donna slid one hand backwards as she fucked on Wanda’s tit, and started rubbing Wanda’s pussy. Wanda spread her legs and allowed Donna full access.
Donna couldn’t speak, but she could grunt and groan. Those guttural sounds were increasing exponentially as the 31-year-old closed in on orgasm. Wanda squeezed her breast slightly, and more of it slid into Donna’s body. The woman grunted and came, flooding the nipple with cum, and letting it flow down Wanda’s body.
Wanda shifted, rolling Donna off her and on to her back. Wanda scrambled down and drove her tongue deep inside Donna’s pussy, licking the last of the cum out of her mistress, and also bringing fresh waves of pre-orgasmic juices out of the depths of Donna’s body. Finally, Donna grunted hard and came, shooting cum all over Wanda’s face. Wanda smiled and licked harder, forcing Donna to squirm and cum again.
Wanda would have gone on, but she felt Donna’s hands on her head, lifting her out of the pussy. Wanda looked at Donna, cum congealing on her face. Donna signaled Wanda to come higher, and when Wanda did, Donna kissed and licked the cum from Wanda’s face. Then Donna pointed to herself, crossed her arms, and pointed at Wanda. Wanda knew what she had said. Wanda repeated the gesture, pointing at herself to mean “I”, crossing her hands over her heart to mean “Love”, pointing at Donna to mean “You”, then pointed up with her right hand and rotated it clockwise, to signify “Always.”
Donna’s eyes brightened, seeing Wanda sign back at her. She motioned with her right hand pointing into her mouth, then made a “Y” and dropped it down quickly, signaling “Eat now.”
Wanda nodded, then put her hands together with her thumbs up. She wiggled the thumbs up and down, signaling “Sweetheart” to Donna. Donna smiled and kissed Wanda, then led her to the table the waiter had left. Though the food was a little cold, it hit the spot, filling both women’s needs for sustenance.
Then they went back to the bed. This time Wanda got on her hands and knees, and Donna, kneeling off the bed for better access, licked at her submissive’s pussy. No one had done that for a year, and Wanda quickly came, then came again and again. When Donna lifted out of Wanda’s pussy, she rubbed her left hand over her right palm. Wanda knew that meant “Nice.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” Wanda said. “I have really needed your touch, not just online, but in person.”
Wanda pulled Donna on to the bed, and spent some time sucking her Mistress’ nipples. They were especially sensitive because of the pregnancy, and Donna came twice while Wanda sucked. Then Donna shoved her fist into Wanda’s pussy, fucking the girl with her entire hand while Wanda urged her to strike inside her harder and harder. Wanda’s orgasms were growing in intensity as the couple got rougher and rougher.
After removing her hand, Donna proceeded to spank Wanda’s ass, keeping the rhythm until Wanda came. Then Donna rolled around, and the women shoved their pussies against each other, grinding and cumming together. Both women had multiple orgasms, and slept that night sated and happy in each other’s arms.
When Wanda awoke the next morning, it was with Donna between her legs, licking her pussy. She was already flowing, and so Wanda let herself go. She relaxed and allowed Donna’s tongue to go wherever it wanted in Wanda’s body.
Donna’s tongue was the longest Wanda had ever felt. Donna had spread Wanda’s pussy open, and the long tongue was licking deeper than Wanda had ever remembered being probed. Suddenly the tongue snaked a certain way, and it licked Wanda’s G-Spot. No one had done that before. Wanda erupted, crying out in lust as she came hard. She flowed over Donna’s tongue, wetting her already wet pussy with fresh juices.
Donna then rolled Wanda on hands and knees. She took that marvelous tongue and slowly pushed against Wanda’s ass. The tongue slid into Wanda’s ass hole, driving the girl to a fresh round of orgasms. Others had licked her anal bud, but no tongue had ever entered that place. Wanda exulted in its feel, as a fresh orgasm swept over her. Wanda muffled her cries of joy in the pillow as the tongue moved back into Wanda’s pussy.
Donna’s tongue moved back and forth, ass to pussy. Wanda had too many orgasms to count. When Donna finally moved her mouth and playfully spanked Wanda’s ass to show she was done, Wanda collapsed on the bed, spent.
Slowly her senses returned. Donna was now in the bathroom, drawing the water for a bath. Wanda entered the bathroom and smiled, seeing the bubbles flowing in the water. Donna patted the bubbles, then waved Wanda over. Wanda assumed she was to wash her Mistress, but looked shocked when Donna signaled that the bath was for Wanda. Wanda slipped hesitantly into the tub, and sank into the luxurious water until just her head showed.
Donna grabbed a loofa and scrubbed Wanda’s body. Wanda had given many baths, but never had she been the first to be scrubbed. She was always washed by Anne as an afterthought, or wanda cleansed herself after doing Anne. To have her new Mistress doing the cleaning of Wanda’s body first was a new experience.
Donna scrubbed softly, knowing most of what was on Wanda’s body was sweat. She felt all over wanda’s body as she cleaned her, marveling at the beautiful breasts on the girl, the flat stomach, the smooth ass, the comfortable thighs and shapely legs. Her lips sought out Wanda’s, and the women kissed deeply as Donna finished scrubbing Wanda.
When she was finished, Donna signaled Wanda to get out of the tub. Donna wrapped a large towel around Wanda’s body, drying her. Wanda assumed she would now give Donna her bath, but Donna put her hand towards her mouth, signaling a desire to eat. Wanda went to the phone and called room service. She ordered a breakfast of omelets, toast, orange juice and coffee. When she finished, she hurried back into the bathroom, only to find Donna already done with her bath.
Wanda helped dry Donna off, then the women kissed and cuddled in their towels until the food arrived. After tipping the waiter, Wanda served Donna, then got another surprise when Donna indicated that Wanda sit in the chair opposite her. It seemed to Wanda that Donna was treating her not as a slave, but as an equal. Wanda liked that feeling.
After breakfast, they dressed and went back towards Fayetteville to get Wanda’s car. This time they left Donna’s car in the secured parking area for mall personnel and drove around in Wanda’s rented Mustang. They returned to Rogers and bought changes of clothing for Donna at the local Wal-Mart. The couple went to the movies, finding ways to while away their time together without speaking.
When they were walking around town, shopping or sightseeing, Wanda worked with Donna on her meager ASL skills. Wanda was a quick learner, and by the end of the day knew three times as much sign language as she did that morning.
That night, back in their hotel, Wanda was able to bring out the collection of toys she had brought with her for their pleasure. Donna’s eyes went right to the double-headed dildo, so they both climbed on the 18-inch log and rode it together, rubbing pussies as they fucked the toy. Each woman had two orgasms together on the toy before Wanda showed the toy’s versatility by bending it almost in half and fucking Donna like a man with the two-headed toy, giving the 31-year-old two more orgasms to Wanda’s one.
Donna took the two-headed toy out of their pussies and spread Wanda’s legs wide, thrusting into Wanda’s pussy a small vibrator that had an incredible speed inside the pussy. Donna turned it on high, thrusting it in and out of Wanda while the young girl screamed in pleasure as orgasm after orgasm took hold of Wanda’s body. Donna added her mouth to Wanda’s clit for a couple orgasms, then thrust her tongue into Wanda’s ass for the last two orgasms that night.
Again they slept arm-in-arm. Again Wanda woke to find Donna licking her pussy. Again she greeted the sunrise with a series of orgasms. Wanda knew by now that she was at home in Donna’s arms.
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The week wore on. The women toured most of northwest Arkansas. They traveled to Bonnybrooke Farms, outside Eureka Springs, Ark, northeast of Rogers. There they rented the Morning Glory cottage and spent three of the most romantic days and nights of Wanda’s life. They made love everywhere … in the glass shower, outside under the stars at the foot of the mountain, in the jacuzzi.
The most sensuous lovemaking experience was when Donna placed Wanda in the porch swing and tied her legs high on the swing chains. Then, with Wanda’s pussy fully exposed, Donna started the swing moving. At first, it was Donna’s tongue that Wanda’s pussy swung back and forth on to. Wanda loved the feeling of that, as Donna’s tongue penetrated, then left her body as the swing went on its backwards arc.
After a while, Donna caught Wanda’s swing and sucked and licked deeply, causing Wanda to cum hard, an orgasm Wanda truly needed. Then Donna pulled out the slim vibrator and started wanda swinging again. This time, it was the vibrator entering Wanda’s body. At first, Donna used it like a dildo, fucking Wanda over and over. But then Donna started playing with the five speeds on the vib, and it seemed that every time the vib entered Wanda, it was on a different speed.
Wanda held off as long as she could, but finally, with one loud scream, she came. This was one of Wanda’s squirting orgasms, and her juices shot out of her body and onto Donna in arcs of clear liquid. Donna threw back her head and laughed, although no sound came from Donna’s permanently-silent throat. Then Donna stopped the swinging and kissed wanda deeply, showing her with motions what she couldn’t say with words.
One afternoon, they finally had a long serious “talk.” Wanda spoke while Donna wrote furiously, the discussion well beyond Wanda’s still-growing sign language capacity.
“Why did you come here?” Donna started the discussion with a question that had been gnawing at her for a few days.
“Because I love you, and i wanted you,” Wanda answered. “Besides, you were almost too good to be real over the internet, and i had to make sure. You know I’ve had two bad experiences. I didn’t want this to be the third.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
“I didn’t know how you would react, Mistress,” Wanda replied.
“What do you mean?”
“You could have begged off, or worse, told me not to come out. I have needed another woman’s touch a year now. Online is nice, but not anywhere near as satisfying as in person.”
“I’m glad you came, but you should have let me know, so I could make plans,” Donna said.
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” Wanda said.
“Wanda, my darling?”
“Yes, Mistress?”
Donna’s throat could form grunts and groans. Now she struggled to form words for one of the few times in life. “I ov u.” As she said it, she signed “I love you” to let Wanda understand what she was saying.
Wanda broke into tears. That Donna had wanted to say the words was too much for the girl. she had needed to hear that. Finally she looked at Donna. Tears still in her eyes, Wanda said “I love you, too.” She signed those words, even though Donna’s hearing was normal. She meant what she said, and wanted Donna to know she meant it.
They spent the last night in bed gently making love. They used fingers, hands, tongues, breasts, any part of their body to give the other joy. They slept when tired, but always woke up a couple hours later for another round of lovemaking. When they checked out of the hotel, the staff had to discard the sheets, they were so cum-stained.
Together they drove back to Fayetteville. They parked in the personnel garage next to Donna’s car, and made their way up to her office. They held hands as they walked through the mall, and Wanda threw a wide smile at Blubbo the secretary as they passed her to enter Donna’s office.
One there, Donna smiled and patted the desk. Wanda obligingly laid across it as Donna wrote “I always wanted to fuck on my desk.” Then Donna stripped Wanda’s panties off and plastered her head between Wanda’s legs, lifting her skirt enough to gain full access. She licked and licked until Wanda came, somehow holding off her screams.

When her marriage fell apart Donna moved back to her grandmother’s seaside cottage. Charles was making staying in the city too difficult, practically stalking her, and the cottage was one of the few things he couldn’t touch in their settlement, since it was part of a larger trust. In the 1920’s a group of artists had pooled their money together and bought a section of land and helped each other build a collection of unique houses. The terms of the trust were that their chosen descendents or a qualified artist chosen by committee could live in the cottages, paying into the tax trust from their earnings, which in turn paid for general upkeep and taxes. Donna’s grandmother had chosen her, out of all her prodigy, admiring her painting ability.
Her neighbor, Keith, was also a direct descendent of a founder and a sculptor who had already become quite famous with his works. He was also bi sexual and during the years they had lived next to each other had a mix of attractive men and women flowing in and out. Usually his models, but not always. But never serious relationships, which made Donna a little sad, since she thought he was lovely and loveable.
On the day she moved back to the cottage Keith was painting the trim with a slim young man with brown sun streaked hair and both of them came over to help her unpack.
“I’m surprised to see you here.” Keith said, pulling out some boxes from the trunk of her car.
“Not as surprised as I am to be here.” Donna admitted. “Charles…changed after we got married. Said he now had rights he didn’t have when we were living together.” Donna pulled down her sun glasses to show him a almost faded bruise. “Thought we could work it out, but after the 3ed time I was so out of there.”
“Bastard.” Keith said bitterly. “Oh, this is Mark.” Keith grinned at the sweet young thing who ducked his head shyly and took the boxes Keith handed him.
“Hi Mark, nice to meet you.” Donna smiled. “You both must have been spending a lot of time on the beach, your both so brown.”
“After I finished my last show I decided to take a break.” Keith wiggled his eyebrows “Restore those creative juices” Mark blushed and grinned.
They spend the evening airing out Donna’s cottage and then Keith invited her over for dinner at his place since hers wasn’t set up yet. Sitting in the glow of candlelight, good food, good wine giving her a buzz, and Keith’s cheerful chatter and Mark’s glowing shyness Donna felt herself beginning to relax for the first time in months. Seeing the two men casually leaning into each other, both so handsome, gave her inspiration. “I’d love to paint the two of you, maybe even a series. Nothing really overt, but subtle.”
Keith looked at Mark. “I think that could be arranged, if you are going to be here for a while.” More wine, more talk, and Donna doodling sketches for future ideas found them very relaxed when Charles’ car pulled up in front of Donna’s cottage.
“Oh damn, I really don’t want to deal with him.” Donna sighed, watching him storm into the unlocked cottage from Keith’s window.
“Then don’t.” Keith suggested, but the sounds of things crashing caused Donna to shake her head and say goodbye before crossing the sandy yard.
Both Keith and Mark watched the house with growing unease as yelling came from the house, mostly Charles voice. Giving each other a glance they sprinted across to Donna’s door just in time to see Charles raise his hand to Donna. “Hey!” Keith called out, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you!”
A quick shuffle and Charles was manhandled out of the house and thrown into the dirt beside his car. “It would be good if you didn’t come back” Keith warned him, his face dark with fury.
In the house Donna was trying not to cry and cleaning up the spilled paints Charles had emptied onto the floor. Both Mark and Keith helped her before guiding her back to Keith’s. “No way you are going to stay by yourself tonight.”
Donna bathed her face in cold water then sat on the floor in front of the couch, Keith lay on his side on the couch petting her hair, and Mark lay on the other side of the coffee table, facing them both.
Donna sighed and leaned her head back against the couch, and Keith feeling her need for comfort, began to stroke her neck. With a look of curiosity on his face he let his hand glide lower and lower, stroking her breasts, following his pets with kisses down her neck and watching Mark at the same time. Donna allowed him, with only the softest mew of protest. Mark sat watching, his eyes glittering in the candlelight, saying nothing.
Keith sat up, deftly removing his swim trunks at the same time, and tugged at Donna, lifting her up so that she sat in his lap, facing Mark. She didn’t protest or disagree, but allowed Keith to touch her as he wished, her eyes closed and face thoughtful. Unbuttoning her shirt he bared her breasts and fondled them. Across from them, Mark teased his own nipples just as Keith teased Donnas. Sliding his hands down her ribcage Keith pushed down her shorts and panties to the floor. Mark also removed his shorts, his cock stiff and beautiful.
Through slitted eyes Donna watched Mark as he pushed the coffee table out of the way so he could see better what Keith was doing to her. Keith’s cock was hard against her back, larger than Charles’ had ever been. Pushing her legs apart and then over his Donna found herself totally exposed to Mark as Keith opened her outer lips and began fingering her. Across from them, Mark touched himself.
Mark had never been with a woman, he had a boyhood crush as many boys do on a playmate who showed him the ways of gay sex and then had never explored any other kind. He knew Keith was bi when he met him, in fact, at that time Keith had a girlfriend. But this, this was something he hadn’t imagined. Eyes locked with Keith’s, knowing Keith was turned on by watching Mark watch him. And the mystery of Donna, who let herself be touched, utterly trusting her childhood friend.
Keith slid himself into Donna when she was wet and moaning, kissing her deeply as he did. “Mark, come here.” He called. Mark crawled across the floor to them. “Lick us.” Keith told him.
Mark put his face between Donna’s legs and licked where her pussy lips stretched to accept Keith’s cock, rimmed where they joined, sliding his tongue into the fold and between Keith’s cock and the taunt skin of Donna’s cunt. Sucking Keith’s balls into his mouth he was surprised when Donna’s hands began to caresses his shoulders, run though his hair.
“Here, Mark, suck this.” Keith’s finger flicked Donna’s clit. “Suck it like a tiny little cock, or a nipple.”
Wanting to please Keith he moved up and sucked and teased the little fold of flesh, which pushed back at him, just like a cock would while Donna began to writhe and moan. Keith, unable to take it, began to thrust into her and Mark watched the action from a scant inch away, his tongue licking Keith’s rod as it appeared and disappeared into Donna, licking her juices off of Keith’s cock and returning to Donna’s clit in turn. Not utterly gently Keith pulled on Mark’s hair to bring him up, pressing him against Donna in order to kiss him. Keith fucked Mark’s mouth with his tongue, tasting Donna and himself there. Donna reached around Mark, pulling him closer and taking him into her mouth, which made Mark moan against Keith’s mouth. Donna came, and came again, sucking Mark into coming with her and her hands caressed his ass.
“Please,” Mark moaned to Keith, “Please.” Knowing what he wanted, Keith pulled himself from Donna before he came also. Kissing her he lay her down on the couch and joined Mark on the floor. Donna watched as Keith kissed and fondled Mark in much the same way he had kissed and fondled her. Mark wrapped his legs around Keith’s neck and Keith entered him, making Mark sigh with fulfillment.
Eyes on the two men on the floor, their skin glowing in the candle light, Donna’s hand casually found her still throbbing clit and lazily toyed with it. Mark saw her watching them and smiled. Donna smiled back. He held out his hand to her and she took it, and held it, watching in amazement as his cock between his belly and Keith’s grew hard. Mark tugged on her hand lightly and she joined them on the floor.
Keith grinned at the sight of them together. It was going to be a wonderful summer.

Mary and Tom Foster are an average American couple who, at the time our story takes place, have been happily married for 12 years. When the events of our story unfolded, they were living in Houston, Texas where Tom worked as a high profile database administrator for IBM. Tom could easily have been described as an average guy. He was 38 years old, approximately 5′9″ tall, and weighed in around 175 pounds. His brown hair was thinning a bit at the top, and he had worn glasses since his freshman year in high school, earning him the ever-original nickname of ‘four eyes’ at that time. As Tom grew up, he closely fit the cruel (though somewhat accurate) ‘nerd’ stereotype. As a teenager, this idea mortified the young Tom. As he grew older, and more confident in who he was, he embraced it. He remembered hearing Bill Gates lecture high school kids about the wisdom of being nice to nerds. As he aptly stated, ‘you might work for one someday’.
Tom’s young wife Mary would definitely not be described as average. Evidently she was privy to the wisdom Mr. Gates had tried to impart on those high school kids. Though she was a classic girl-next-door beauty, she was able to see Tom’s many virtues, and the whole ‘nerd’ stereotype was never an issue for her. Even when her sister and more than a few of her friends teased her about dating a total geek, she knew that Tom was the man for her.
At the time of our story, Mary was 36 years old, stood 5′4″ tall, and weighed somewhere around 105 pounds, give or take. She was wearing shoulder length auburn hair, had a pretty and captivating smile, and an innocent face that often caused men to look twice at her. Her figure, though somewhat petite in many ways, could certainly be most noted for her wonderfully perky 36C chest. Being an otherwise petite girl, the 36Cs stood out wonderfully against her frame, and often drew stares.
Mary worked at the local Houston library. Part of the reason she got this job was because, during college, she took several courses that certified her to teach marriage seminars. Though this was a rarity for Mary, it still looked good as something that the library could offer to new young couples.
Tom and Mary had pretty much grown up together. As they got older, they had become boyfriend/girlfriend in the beginning of Tom’s junior year in high school. They first ‘noticed’ each other in the computer lab. Each was working on assignments, and Mary was having problems getting a paper she had been working on to print. Of course, this fell into Tom’s area of expertise, so he helped Mary by showing her that the little router box was set to ‘A’ when actually the printer she was sending her output to was ‘B’. A simple click of the switch from A to B, and suddenly Tom was her hero!
After discovering each other in computer lab, the two started talking everyday they had class together. Finally, Tom mustered the courage to ask Mary out to a movie, and voila, a new couple was born at Richmond High. On the 3rd date, Tom asked Mary if she would consider going steady with him, to which she readily agreed. They continued to date even when Tom went off the college. It was a local state college, so they still got to see each other quite a bit for the two years that Tom was away.
When Mary graduated, she attended the same college that Tom went to. Upon graduating, Tom was offered a great job working for IBM in Houston. He accepted, and the next weekend proposed to Mary. Mary accepted the proposal on the grounds that the wedding would have to take place after she graduated. This would give Tom a couple of years in Houston to get settled, save some money, and prepare.
Shortly after getting married, they started their family, having two wonderful children — a girl, then a boy, and settled down into a happy suburban family life. Neither Tom nor Mary really dated anyone else as they were growing up. As far as either of them was concerned, they had always simply been together.
Tom and Mary had lived in the Houston area for nearly four years. They were very active in the local church, which is where they met most of their friends. Most recently, Tom had signed them up to lead a small group for the church. Small groups met at the group leaders houses once or twice a month, and was an effort to bring a sense of community and closeness to the people of the congregation. It was meant to enable relationships to be formed that would otherwise be impossible in such a large church.
When Tom first approached Mary about his idea to become small group leaders, Mary was a bit skeptical. She was more than a little nervous about the whole notion of being small group leaders.
In addition, she knew that both Tom and her self were very busy with work, family, and other activities they were involved in. She knew that being small group leaders would be a huge commitment for both Tom and her. Since they would be meeting in their house, she would have to be certain that the house was cleaned up and immaculate, a thought she quietly dreaded, not being the tidiest housekeeper in the world. In addition, she would also be in charge of refreshments for a group of 6 other couples — another notion that didn’t exactly thrill her.
“Are you sure we’re up for this commitment,” asked Mary when Tom brought the whole idea up to her.
“Listen honey, I know it will be a big commitment, but it just seemed like a wonderful way for us to meet more people and make new friends,” answered Tom. “I know my work pulls me away from home a lot, and I just want for you to be able to make more friends in our area and have more things to do.”
“Well you know, all I really need is you. You are my life and you make me very happy,” said Mary.
“I feel exactly the same way. But maybe we can share our marriage success story with other young couples. This might be where we are needed most in a society where marriages are falling apart right and left. Plus with your background, I bet you will have a great deal to offer the other couples in a small group,” offered Tom.
“True. We are pretty rock solid, and maybe we can share our success with others,” replied Mary. “I just don’t want another activity to take away from OUR relationship, or our ability to spend time with our kids.”
“I think we can handle it. We’ve done pretty good so far,” replied Tom.
As Tom looked at his wife, he was still impressed by the fact that, even after all these years, he still found her exceptionally attractive. He certainly couldn’t complain about their sex life. Mary was a very open and willing sex partner.
In fact, after being married for just a short time, Tom discovered that pretty much anytime he had a desire for sex, Mary was certainly up for it. And whatever his imagination could bring up, within their morals, Mary would go along with whole-heartedly.
Mary loved both giving and receiving oral sex — in fact, if Tom were to have to venture a guess, he would have to say that she might even like oral better than intercourse. This certainly wasn’t a problem for him, as he also loved both giving and receiving. And some evenings, if he was too tired to actually perform, satisfying Mary orally was always a viable alternative.
Tom knew that he was fairly average in the penis department. His measured somewhere between 5 and 6 inches, so he suspected this might have something to do with Mary’s infatuation with oral sex. For the most part, it normally required either oral, or using his fingers to bring Mary to an orgasm. She normally did not climax during intercourse. So, their normal routine was: some degree of foreplay — kissing and touching, followed by a sampling of oral for Tom, then he would normally go down on Mary until she climaxed, then they would fuck until Tom came. If Tom was too tired for sex, it would end after Mary’s orgasm. It worked for both of them, and they were quite happy with their sex life. Nobody was ever left unsatisfied.
In fact, Mary and Tom were both quite satisfied with their sex lives. They were also quite content in their marriage. They worked together as a team, sharing in household chores and the raising of their small children. They both respected and loved one another completely.
The only thing missing for Tom was the fact that his wife tended to be extremely conservative compared with what he would be willing to try. Even though they had a great sex life that satisfied both of them completely, Mary was really not open to trying anything overly unusual. For instance, at one point it seemed to Tom that their sex life had gotten a bit routine, and become a bit of the same old/same old. In an attempt to stir the mix a bit, one night Tom brought home a porno movie. Tom figured, what the heck, it might give them a few ideas to liven things up a bit.
The movie was some kind of an interracial theme. The cover immediately caught Tom’s attention, as it showed a very attractive blonde woman sitting on an exceptionally handsome looking black man. Tom thought the contrast between the two looked exceptional, and it captured his eye a bit.
Tom attempted to sneak the movie on and surprise his lovely wife. As was common when they first went to bed, Tom would put on some kind of movie. It would enable them to unwind a bit and relax before trying to go to sleep. Tonight, before his wife came in, he cued up the porn to a place where the action had started, skipping over the initial advertisements and introductions of the movie. As his wife climbed into bed, he turned on the porno movie without warning.
The screen was immediately filled with a fairly intense smutty action scene. An attractive young blonde was topless and on her knees in front of an incredibly hung black man. She was sucking his cock and occasionally begging him to fuck her. Tom had NEVER seen tits as large as those on this young nymph, and he knew that Mary had never seen a cock like the one displayed on the screen.
Mary just stared at the screen, and said, “What the hell is this crap?”
Tom replied, “I thought it might be kinda sexy to watch a movie like this together.”
Mary immediately got angry and turned defensive. “So I’m not exciting enough for you in bed? You need some stupid SMUT movie like this to get you going? Is that it?”
“No baby, I just thought it might be fun for us to try something a little bit different. You’re all I need,” answered Tom.
“Then turn that crap off! That is simply ridiculous, look at that guy’s fake penis. We BOTH know they don’t get that large! What’s more, I don’t need some porno movie to get my juices going, and if you do, then maybe you picked the wrong girl!”
Needless to say, Tom never tried the dreaded porno ploy again. For the most part, he was completely satisfied, and didn’t really need anything like that. There were just times when he wondered what it would be like to try some more adventurous and maybe more dangerous kinds of love making.
Another failed attempt came one day when they were in the park together, before they had children. They were out for a nice afternoon walk. Autumn was approaching, so the Houston temperatures weren’t as unbearably hot as they had been over most of the summer.
The couple had been walking for about an hour when they decided to stop and catch their breath on an out of the way park bench for a moment. Tom began to feel a bit amorous, and had started kissing his wife. She seemed OK with this, but when he attempted to touch one of her breasts through her shirt she had pulled away.
“I don’t think making out in public is such a great idea,” said Mary.
“Why not, we’re alone here, and looking at you is making me totally HOT,” answered Tom.
“I just don’t feel comfortable with doing that. It just seems wrong to me to carry on like that out in public where anyone could come along at any moment,” said Mary.
The list went on and on. The bottom line, Mary was willing in the privacy of their home, as long as things didn’t go outside what she considered to be morally ok. This was really fine with Tom, other than things did get somewhat dull from time to time. However, Mary was a great catch — probably better than what he ever deserved, so he was willing to go along with whatever she considered ‘morally OK’.
Tom figured to him self, “who knows, maybe someday she’ll come around a bit.” Until that day, he was willing to wait patiently.
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SMALL GROUPS
The small group was an immediate success. At the very first meeting, the Fosters had six other young couples attend their small group. Most notably, there was a young newly married black couple that attended came, Anita and Jerome Senvil. They had just moved to the area, and they were a brand new couple in the church.
Everyone in the group took time to get to know the Senvils, and Tom could tell that Mary and Anita were sure to become close friends, as they just seemed to click with one another right away.
Anita and Jerome were indeed newlyweds, having been married for just under three months. Most of the other couples in the group, like the Fosters, had been married for several years. The other couples in the group did their best to welcome the Senviels in and make them feel at home.
Tom could tell that his wife was very excited by the idea of having a fresh, young, newly married couple in their group that they could mentor and help along the crooked and complicated paths of marriage.
“It certainly will be exciting having a couple as most recently married to add a fresh perspective to our group,” Mary had later confided in her husband.
Tom completely agreed. He also thought to himself that it would be interesting to actually get to know a couple that was black. Both him self and Mary had grown up in a small town that was pretty much exclusively white. They were not at all racist, but had simply never been around black people.
The other couples in the group were practically carbon copies of Tom and Mary. A couple of the guys actually worked with Tom, so they obviously had a great deal in common. A couple of the other wives had done other activities with Mary, so they already knew each other and had plenty in common as well.
The first couple of get-togethers were mostly just get to know you kind of meetings in which the couples met and discussed everyday life issues and found all the things that they had in common. It turned out that Anita had also spent a few years working at a library, so her and Mary immediately had a great deal in common and a number of things to talk about. Mary immediately went about the business of becoming the young girl’s mentor. She made a point of letting the group know that she would be taking the young girl under her wing, as it were.
Jerome worked at a nearby car assembly plant, so he seemed to be filled with interesting tales to share. He had a way of simply captivating the group as he told stories of the misfortunes of the American Assembly plant. Other than Jerome, most of the men in the group were white-collar office workers. He certainly did add another dimension to the group.
Jerome definitely stood out the most in the small group that the Fosters led. Where all the other men of the group were average, middle class, white men, Jerome was anything but average.
Jerome was an extremely attractive and well-built black man. He towered over all the other people in the group, standing at an amazing 6′6″ tall. In addition, he was also extremely well conditioned and muscular, and could easily fit into a professional basketball or football role. Though, at some point he laughingly confided to the group that he was anything but athletic, and apart from an extremely disciplined weight lifting program he was in, he was not at all active in sports. Though you certainly never would guess this by looking at him.
Anita also stood out quite a bit, but in entirely different ways. Anita was an extremely energetic and outgoing person. She had a personality that just somewhat took over in any group setting. She had a very bubbly personality as well as a contagious laugh that automatically drew people to her and made people like her. She was also very open and willing to share the most intimate details of her life — with perfect strangers! This made her a wonderful addition to the group.
The first few meetings of the group would have to be considered a success. Everyone was getting to know each other, and it seemed that everyone in the group clicked with one another. Friendships and close bonds were being formed as the meetings went on, and everyone just seemed to get along smashingly!
Several weeks into the small group meetings, Tom and Mary had planned to split off into two separate groups. They would split the men into one group, and the women into a separate group.
The purpose of this was to allow them to discuss sexual purity and how to stay true to your spouse. The idea was for everyone to share, in a group setting, strategies for keeping your sex life alive in your marriage, and thus keep your marriage from failing. The idea of splitting up by men and women was to make it easier for people to share and get ideas without putting their spouses on the spot.
This seemed to be a good idea, and it was in theory.
The problem, from Tom’s perspective was that when you separate guys into a small group — with just other guys, they really don’t talk a lot. So, while it went extremely well with the girls, and they shared and poured their hearts out to each other, the guys mostly sat and talked about sports the whole time. How well the Cowboys would do this year was the main point of discussion for the men, while the women openly discussed the victories and pitfalls of their marriages. So, later on the first night:
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An Unexpected Call
“I really don’t think this whole separating the group was such a great idea,” Tom confided to Mary.
“Why not? Our meeting went awesome! I never knew women could be so open and honest about their sex lives. We got right down to the nitty gritty right off the bat. And that nice young Anita, she is so receptive to teaching. I really think she is learning a great deal from the group! It makes me feel like all that training I received wasn’t a total waste of time now! Did you guy’s meeting not do as well?” asked Mary.
“Ummm…you could say….no,” answered Tom.
“What was the problem?” asked Mary.
“Well, unless you count discussions on the possibility of who would be in this year’s Super Bowl. We covered that quite well,” laughed Tom.
“Typical. Leave it to MEN to only be able to talk about sports. You can’t hold a decent conversation unless women are in the room to guide you from topic to topic,” teased Mary.
“You know, I think you might just be right,” laughed Tom. “So do you have any great advice for me, oh master?”
“As a matter of fact, I do,” replied Mary. “Next time we meet, you should create an agenda ahead of time. Make a list of points that you need to cover during your meeting, and hand it out to everyone. That way, you can try to hold everyone on topic and avoid too many Dallas Cowboy discussions.”
“I married a genius,” laughed Tom.
“Aww…shucks,” giggled Mary as Tom grabbed her and began kissing her.
Tom began to quietly congratulate himself for this idea. He knew deep down inside that it would be a good thing for his young wife. This idea was going a long ways towards helping her self esteem as well as validating her training that she had while she was in college. He could tell that the idea had been a good one, and what’s more, he could tell that his wife was happy with him for coming up with it in the first place.
“SCORE!” thought Tom to himself, almost breaking his arm patting himself on the back.
One symptom that would indicate that this was a great idea and that it was working marvelously was the fact that Mary had been nothing short of crazy in bed. She seemed to want sex ALL the time. Tom was convinced it was mostly because she was just plain happier these days. She had found a purpose and was feeling good about it.

Author’s note: This is a continuation of a series featuring a young visiting nurse with an insatiable oral fetish, beginning her first job in rural West Virginia. We do thank you for making Chapter 4 of this series the Reader’s Choice winner for 2002 and hope you continue to enjoy, not only this one, but future installments!
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Sitting in her car, Dawn looked at the chart. “Michael, age 28. 6-1, 175 pounds. Fall from ladder. Minor neurological damage first suspected, diagnosis of musculoskeletal damage determined. Pt. regaining use of legs. Depression manifested after fall. Meds ordered-responding. Sometimes belligerent. Physical therapy ordered. Prognosis: Good.” So young to have so many problems, but at least it looked like he would recover. Her thoughts drifted to Ben. This was her first day on the job as an actual visiting nurse but she couldn’t shake the experience of the glory hole he had taken her to. Never in her life could she have imagined sucking so many cocks in one night before. All sizes and shapes, she had loved them all. Even as she read the chart, her oral fetish dominated her thoughts. She was unable to shake the sexual excitement she felt thinking about a hard, wet cock fucking in and out of her mouth and spitting it’s cum deep in her throat.
But, what really stood out in her mind was old Ben and the long, luxurious final blow job of the night she had given him on the ride home. Remembering how much hot, juicy cum he had squirted in her mouth and down her throat, and all the guys that that had orally gang-banged her mouth just before, was making her pussy wet and her thoughts burned with her craving desire to do it again and again. Her fingers pushed at her crotch anxiously as she dreamed about the next chance she would have to get back to the bookstore for another round of face-fucking! Then, like a bad dream, came the hideous thoughts of the two police officers that had stopped her. Sure, she had enjoyed it, but would have done it for them without them having had to get rough with her. “Assholes,” she thought, shaking her head and looking at the chart one more time. It was time to get to work.
Getting out of her car, she fluffed her long strawberry-blonde hair and moved toward the small house, her nursing bag in one hand and clipboard in the other. Putting the bag down, she knocked on the front door. A voice boomed inside letting her know it wasn’t locked. Pushing the door open, she walked in and saw a man, Michael, lying on the bed waiting for her. The bed had obviously been moved to the living room. His head was propped up on pillows and the television was on but the sound turned down. He stared at her, not sure what the tall, leggy nurse was going to do or say. He was tired of them coming to his home, but there was a softness to her eyes and her voice was even softer.
“You must be Michael,” she said, smiling at the young man lying on the bed.
“Yeah, you my new nurse?”
“Yes, Michael, I am…will be for at least a couple weeks; name is Dawn, Dawn Thompson.”
“You’re sure a lot prettier than them other ones.”
“Oh, Michael, c’mon. Thank you. They’re all good nurses though, but thank you for being so sweet.”
“So, what today? More physical therapy, I suppose?”
There was an angry tone to his voice, but it was understandable. A young guy laid up, unable to get around like he was once did and of course the depression leading him to believe nothing would ever be the same. She looked down at the notes ignoring his comments for a moment. “Looks like you’ve been laid up almost six weeks now.”
“Brilliant observation, nurse,” he said, sarcastically. “You know what it’s like to lay on your back for six weeks?”
“No, Michael, I don’t. I can only imagine it would be horrible and probably very lonely.”
“Yeah, it is. I used to be out almost every night, drinking with my buddies, picking up women at the bar. You know how many of ‘em have stopped by…none! Great bunch of fucking friends they are. All I’ve been seeing is old lady nurses until you came here. Hell, you don’t even look old enough to be a nurse.”
“Oh, Michael, you’re such a kidder,” she laughed, trying to break the tension. “Listen, I have to be your nurse first, but I can be your friend too!”
“Yeah, well most of my friends don’t stick me with needles and twist my legs around!” he joked, and for the first time, smiled.
She felt a sense of pride having broken through his harshness and easing his anger. “I don’t want to do any of those things, Michael, I really don’t, but I’m afraid I have to. We need to get you well so you can get out with your friends and get some more of those women,” she laughed. The smile on his face broadened.
“But,” she said, “we do have to do a blood draw, take a urine sample and a little physical therapy…I’ll be gentle though, I promise,” she said, her voice soothing and reassuring.
“Blood, every time it’s blood and then a urine sample! You wanna hold my dick while I piss in a bottle,” he said, his voice sounding angry again, or maybe he just testing her mettle.
At first his course language took her aback, but she remained calm. She was after all a trained professional and besides, even though she knew it was wrong, the thought of his cock excited her. Holding it while he urinated wouldn’t be very professional and her next words to him wouldn’t be either, but somehow she had to break through the nasty veneer of the man. “Sure Michael, if that’s what it takes to get you through this, I’ll hold your dick while you piss in a bottle for me; you’d like that wouldn’t you!”
All of a sudden the man laughed. “I like you, a lot more them then other ones. You do what you need to do! Sorry if I sounded a little gruff but you just don’t understand what I’ve been through.”
“No, I probably don’t, but we’ll learn together and get you well.”
“Would you really hold my dick while I pee?” he asked jokingly.
“Of course I would,” she teased. They both smiled at each other but it was time to get to work. Taking a syringe from her bag, she knew he must have seen these several times a week and probably was tired of them, but it had to be done. “Have to do a CK, you know, we have to check…”
“I know, I know, creatine levels and all that stuff or whatever…let’s just do it.”
She tightened the rubber banding around his arm, tapped it several times and inserted the needle into arm. She hit a vein easily in his muscular arm filling four vials of blood. “There, that wasn’t so bad was it?” she asked him. Placing a ball of cotton on his arm, she taped it down and told him to crook his arm at the elbow and apply pressure to it.
“No, and now the big one before we start moving and twisting my legs around.” He opened the pajama bottoms he wore moving them out of the way. His huge, uncircumcised cock was lying across his thigh. From her bag she pulled out a specimen bottle and handed it to him. Her eyes were locked on his cock climbing out of his bushy pubic hair. She believed she saw it twitch ever so slightly. Maybe not, but his cock looked so large and he wasn’t even hard. Her mind flashed back to the night at the glory hole and to one man in particular. His cock was so long and thick, not unlike Michael’s. She remembered being on her knees, tipping her head back and opening her throat to take his monster dick in as far as she could. She could still feel and taste the spicy cum surging hotly out of the small furrow across the head of his cock filling her unrelenting mouth and leaking back out over her lips. Her eyes stared dreamily at Michael’s cock, wondering what it would be like to have it rammed in her mouth.
“Hey, nurse, earth to nurse!” he called out, almost howling with laughter catching her daydreaming eyes.
“Sorry. Would you like me to turn around while you do this?” she asked him.
He chuckled. “I thought you were going to help me!” His eyes burned into her deep blue eyes. She wondered if he was serious. “Just kidding, sweetheart, but you can watch…the rest of them don’t seem to care, unless it bothers you to see something squirting out of my dick of course,” Michael laughed again. She thought to herself if he only knew about her he would know what a ridiculous comment it was. Maybe by now though, she wondered, maybe he really did know.
“C’mon, Michael, I’m a nurse. I’ve seen men do this, I’ve put catheters in for pete’s sake.”
“Maybe you can do it someday for Mike’s sake,” he joked. He moved to his side and holding the the open end of the bottle down by the head of his cock and began to fill it but his eyes remained on her face. She didn’t notice he was looking at her, watching him place the end of his cock at the top of the bottle, she stood mesmerized. He pulled the skin back and his pee began to trickle out filling the small bottle. He capped the bottle of yellow fluid letting the rest run into a bed pan. “Here you go, sweetie,” she heard him say as he handed her the specimen bottle and moved the bed pan to the floor. His words broke her concentration on his cock.
“Thanks, that wasn’t so bad was it?”
“Not so bad for who?” he laughingly asked her.
The young nurse was sure of it now. He was well aware of what she wanted having caught her penetrating eyes boring in on his cock and was certain he had seen the wanton look of lust in her eyes while he filled the bottle with his honey colored pee. She had never watched a man do this before, not like this anyway. She had inserted her share of catheters and watched the yellowish, sometimes orange, urine running through the tube, but this was different. Still, it was clear pearls of precum she longed for and the ultimate prize-the milky, white cream of his hot cum pouring into her hot, moist mouth. It could be now, another day or maybe it would never would. At this point she wasn’t sure what would happen next and feared being more bold without a clear signal from him. Still, she wondered, maybe he had already given it and there was only one way to find out.
“Michael, let’s try your physical therapy, but let’s try it a little different. That is, if you don’t mind?” she asked in a suggestive tone.
“Darling, you do it anyway you want!” His voice was soft, calm and had an understanding tone to it now. She knew with certainty he was aware of what was coming next-him!
Bending over the bed, her mouth moved to his inner-thighs. She licked up and down the insides and he wiggled his legs. She heard him chuckle and say something about his legs already getting a workout, but she was too engrossed now in what she was doing. Her mouth moved up and her tongue licked and lapped gently at his balls. Her hands went under him, grasping at his ass cheeks and pulled him up higher. She felt him move and his hand slid a pillow under his ass. Crawling on the bed, she positioned herself between his spread legs. Her tongue moved along the crease of his ass and then pushed just inside. The pillow had freed her hands and one of them grabbed his cock. Her fist tightened around the shaft and worked it slowly up and down while her tongue continued to slide around his ass and then move back up tickling at his balls again.
The skin surrounding the head of his cock was pulled back by her clasping hand, still stroking his cock. Her eyes glanced up and she saw the wet, slimy juice dripping from the head. Her eyes were transfixed on his clear fluid glistening on the head. In a moment, her tongue moved away from his balls and she looked up at him. “Oooh, Michael, I have to drink some of that pre-fuck juice…right now!” Without waiting for answer, she moved her body upward and her eyes were just a couple inches away from the swollen head of his dick. She could feel the familiar twinge of excitement in her pussy. Her mouth moved forward and took just the tip of his cock in her mouth. He could feel her tongue criss-crossing the top and then heard her swallow hard. Her hand gripped his shaft tight and pushed upward squeezing, forcing more precum from the tiny slit and into her mouth. Again she swallowed.
Her mouth opened wider and sucked his hard prick into her mouth. Her mouth formed a vacuum around his shaft as her head bobbed slowly up and down the length of his still growing cock. Her cheeks sunk into her face from the suction she applied, her tongue moving delicately over the sensitive underside of his shaft. Michael frantically pushed his hips up to pump her mouth faster, but she sucked harder, her mouth tightening in one spot when he did. When he would finally stop trying to force the fucking cock in and out of her mouth, she would again move her head up and down again, slowly, licking and sucking his cock with each up and down movement of her mouth. She kept control, knowing the man probably had not come, at least with a woman, for several weeks now. Dawn hoped the longer she teasingly sucked that maybe, somehow, she could produce even more of his built-up cum he longed to shoot. It was a silly belief on her part, but somewhere deep inside of him was a pool of cum; a deep reservoir of hot, boiling cum and she wanted it. She knew it would be just a matter of moments, but she would make him wait as long as she could to intensify his orgasm and fulfill her starving desire to drain him dry.
Soft moans emanated deep within her throat as she continued sucking his cock and her thoughts of him filling her mouth with a load of cum she hoped would be hot and heavy. Fucking her mouth in longer, deeper thrusts, his cock slammed all the way into her mouth and soon her face was buried in his drenched pubes. Withdrawing, her mouth slid back to the top of his cock, only to swallow it all the way down again. She could feel his bloated cock filling her mouth and the head pushing deep against the back of her throat. She held her mouth locked at the root of his shaft and twisted her head back and forth in semi-circular motions intensifying his pleasure in a way he had never before experienced. He could feel her chin tapping into his balls until she eased the pressure of her lips and slid her mouth back up the shaft of his cock.
Her mouth moved faster up and down and his hips started to move countering her movements. From the tip to the base and back, he fucked in and out her mouth as hard and as fast as he could. His body was quivering. She could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth. The young nurse’s lips rested on the head of his cock, her tongue stabbing at it before she sucked it back into her warm mouth. Holding her lips tightly around the head of his cock, she sucked, waiting for what she craved most-his white, hot cum. His hips raised off the pillow trying to push deeper into her mouth, but he was unable to. Her lips held tightly like a vise just under the head. Her tongue moved over the head and Michael struggled on the bed until he exploded, a massive load of searing cum pouring out of his long neglected cock. Her mouth filled with the sticky substance, flowing forcefully out of the hole that not long before had filled the bottle with his piss. She swallowed hard and fast as his cum continued to run out of his cock, not in spurts like she expected, but in a long, almost continual stream. The sounds of her ecstasy and lust filled the room as she continued to swallow, as did his groans, and then swallowed some more.
She held his cock in her mouth as it softened and nursed on it. Her soft moans were the evidence of her desires being fulfilled. She licked, sucked and kissed his cock, refusing to let it go, waiting for it to grow hard again in her cum stained mouth. He writhed on the bed trying to break free of the clutches of her mouth and finally, with his hands, pushed her face away.
“Damn, honey, that’s enough for now!” he laughed after he had freed his cock from her mouth.
“You wanna rest for minute?” she asked, her voice hoarse from excitement.
“Yeah, maybe a minute, just give me a minute.”
“Ooooh, Michael, I want more! I want more cum! C’mon Michael, fill my mouth with your hot cream again, please Michael…please fuck my mouth again!”, she begged but let him lie quietly, her fingers playing lightly with his cock. Time went by, slowly for her, but finally his cock began to grow again. She watched it, almost studied it. It looked so monstrous as she held it in front of her face. She hadn’t realized how big it was really was. In her small hands, she couldn’t believe the size of the cock that had just been buried so deeply in her mouth.
Her fingers tightened around the burgeoning shaft. She pulled and twisted trying somehow to make it even bigger. The purplish head was so big and angry looking now. “Take it, suck it in!” she heard him scream out.
She ran her hand up and down the full length of his shaft again. He let out a sigh. She could feel his heavy cock continue to harden and grow in her hand. Strands of precum ran from the tip to her moving hand. She rubbed his excited cock in both hands and her lips went to the head sipping the clear juice away. Her hands continued to circle his cock forcing more of the nectar from his cock and into her demanding mouth as her tongue swirled in tight circles around the head. One hand moved down the shaft and her fingers pushed just under his balls. Her other hand moved faster on the shaft and her mouth continued sipping the slimy clear substance from the head of his cock until he pushed it upward into her mouth.
Michael started to lightly moan, and then groan loudly. One of his hands went to her shoulder, the other to the top of her head. His fingers tangled in her hair as she sucked the swollen cock into her mouth again. She sucked it deeper inside her mouth and he assisted, fucking it even deeper into her mouth. His fingertips ripped into her shoulder and she let out a moan. She broke away, “More cum…more…Michael…give me more your hot cum…Mmmm, Michael…,” her animated voice trailing off as her mouth moved back over his cock and took it deeper and deeper with each upward thrust of his hips. She could feel his cock pulsating in her mouth again. Her sucking became more ardent. Her cheeks were again being forced in as she sucked him wildly and with reckless abandon waiting for him to shoot again.
Michael’s cock pushed even harder and felt like it was drilling into her mouth deeper than before. His large cock was almost choking her this time. She fought to get her breath but his fucking of her face was relentless. She tried to pull away but his hand knotted in her hair holding her head in place letting his cock punish her mouth. Still, there was a passion in her that drove her on she couldn’t resist. His hand moved from her shoulder to top of her head joining the other one and both clenched her head hard pulling it down, forcing his cockhead far beyond the deep recesses of her throat.
Even though he had just come, she could sense his body tense up and could feel his load of cum moving up the shaft of his cock. He cried out, “I’m going to come…shit, I’m coming!” His orgasm just as powerful as the first. With his cock jammed against the back of her throat, she was unable to swallow his squirting cum. It filled the back of her throat and flooded back out of her mouth over her chin and down his shaft. He finally pulled his cock back and some of the hot jizm flooding her mouth ran down her throat. She sucked and swallowed, savoring the taste of his hot cum. She sounded like a purring kitten as she continued to let the remainder of his cum slide sweetly down her throat. Her eyes, glazed over, rolled back and her mouth moved forward again sucking at his cock, trying to squeeze even more cum from it until he was once again forced to push her ravishing mouth away.
“You really like that stuff!”
“Mmmm, Michael, I do…I love it!” Her voice sounded sweet and earnest letting him know of her love for his cum and he knew somehow she had been overtaken by her feelings of lust for his precious juice.

She was reading a paper at the bus stop the first time I saw her. To be honest, I didn’t really notice much beyond the really snazzy boots she wore. It went on that way for a few months- every so often I’d spot her walking across town or waiting for the bus. I started to look for her during my morning commute, and I started to notice a few other things as the weather got warmer.
For starters, she had fantastic legs. The first warm day in April I spotted her in one of those floaty sundress things and nearly missed my green when the image of her legs wrapped around my waist flashed across my mind. Whoa. Where had THAT come from? I tried to put it out of my thoughts, but as always happens in that case it just kept drifting in at inopportune moments.
Within days, I had given up and started actually checking her out. Discreetly, of course; didn’t want to seem like I was anything other than a bored commuter. Small, firm breasts; lightly tinted full lips; hips that rounded ever so slightly before becoming those fantastic legs. Jeans and t-shirts… dresses… sweats… there wasn’t an outfit on earth that could hide how sexy she was. My mind could strip her, taste every inch of her, fuck her senseless… all in the space of a red light.
Then it happened. Driving home, I was cut off by a moron in a pickup and wham, no car for a week. I prayed to every god known to mankind that she wouldn’t be at the bus stop, convinced that the mere act of standing next to her would make me cum on the spot and reveal me as the pervert I truly was. I was sending silent thank-you’s as the bus closed its doors, only to open them again and admit Her.
Up close, she was even more stunning. She sat 2 rows ahead of me and I could see the smattering of delicate freckles on her shoulders, the slight curl in her honey hair as it swept up into a loose knot, the faintest tracing of her bra straps underneath an ordinary blue tank top. She was a student, as evidenced by the sociology and history texts peeking out of her bag. I guessed her age to be mid-twenties… a bit old, perhaps she was a grad student. Another image of her naked body flashed through my mind, and I blushed.
I stared out the window and hid behind an unassuming paperback I’d picked up on my way out the door, then looked up as someone sat down next to me. Some guy in a 3-piece suit bitching about this and that and how much it was beneath him to take the bus… I got up, pretending it was my stop, and found myself standing in the shade, miles from work, next to Her. I vowed to become an atheist on the spot, then forced myself to smile.
“Hi. This isn’t your stop, is it. ” Her voice was filled with warmth and amusement.
“Uh… no. I just kind of wanted some fresh air. I’m, uh, gonna catch the next bus. ”
“Yeah, Gary’s a real jerk. Rides the bus every day in his one business suit… works at Stop &Shop. Probably a bag boy. Probably lives in his parents’ basement, too. But now you’ve got 45 minutes to kill, because I guarantee the next bus is sitting in the middle of a traffic jam as we speak. ”
“Oh. ” I sat down, concentrating on looking as normal and un-stalker-like as possible.
“My name’s Susan… look, I gotta jet, but just sit with me tomorrow. It’s supposed to rain, and you’re gonna look awful silly standing here again. ”
She was right, it was a good 45 minutes before another bus appeared over the crest of the hill. I was late to work, and on top of that I was thoroughly bug-eaten and itched like mad. After barely surviving the day, I went home and tried to distract myself with insipid TV and failed miserably. I went upstairs to obsess about what I would wear, how I would act…
I stood in the shower to soothe the bug bites and found my thoughts drifting to Susan.
I could smell the faint apple scent of her hair, see the sunlight just peeking through her summerweight skirt and illuminating the shape of her legs, the delicate impression on her shirt of nipples that I would swear on my grandmother’s grave would be shell pink in color.
I tried to imagine what it would be like to take one in my mouth, to dig my fingers into her buttocks as I kissed a trail down her stomach to tease out her inner softness from between honey curls.
Nobody ever pegged me as a lesbian. Never. Quiet, unassuming, not a cat in sight in my not-quite-Martha Stewart apartment. But as the water streamed down my stomach I wished desperately that it was Susan’s hands stroking me until I throbbed with need instead of yet another fantasy I wouldn’t dare act on. I steadied myself by leaning against the icy tiles of the shower and rinsed my black hair like I could wash away the image of a naked, glorious Susan at the same time.
I slept poorly all night, tossed between erotic dreams that left me aching and hours of wakeful fear that she would sense my desire and be repulsed. I groaned as my alarm sounded and hoped for the flu, sudden blindness, the sniffles- anything, as long as it would keep me home from work. Nothing happened, and I shook as I pulled on the outfit I had finally chosen. Yellow rayon wrap skirt, white cotton short-sleeve blouse, yellow and blue marled cardigan. I despised nylons, and alternately pulled on and then abandoned the thigh-highs I had always worn in their place, finally conceding that they were necessary if I was going to wear my new sandals and not regret it.
Coffee, pop-tart, breath mint, splash of perfume, all a blur as I walked to my meeting with Her. She was already on the bus and patted the seat next to her invitingly. I smiled faintly and sat down. Today she wore a filmy peach sundress, the same one from that first April day… and no bra. Her legs were bare as well, and she wore thin sandals with a leather toe strap. For the first time I noticed the faint outline of a tattoo over her shoulder blade.
“Hi. Susan,” she prompted me as I struggled for conversation.
“No, I remember. Annie. Uh, I’m Annie. Thanks for the tip,” I said, indicating my umbrella tucked neatly into my bag.
“Glad to be of service. Gary tried that pickup routine on me a long time ago. Like I’m supposed to be impressed that he bosses around sullen teenagers for a living… ” She glanced down in the direction I’d indicated and I belatedly realized that I had exposed the top of my stockings. I tugged my skirt down hastily and shifted in my seat. I nearly gasped as I brushed against her thigh, equally exposed, then I did gasp as thunder sounded close by. She smiled.
“I can’t stand nylons in this humidity either,” she confessed, leaning in close. “I just skip ‘em… but then again, I’m just a poor uncivilized student. Nobody expects me to follow the rules. ”
I brushed against her again as the bus lurched forward. This time the contact was electric, unmistakeable.
“What do you study?” I looked up to meet her green eyes then focused on a small freckle just to the left of her nose.
“Journalism. I got a sweet job writing for the Distorter, I mean Recorder, for the summer. Today I get to go write about the 157 hapless souls being layed off at… ” -she checked a worn red notepad- “Riverside Consulting. ”
I gasped again. “Are you sure?”
She looked at me. “Oh, no. You work there, don’t you. Shit. ” I nodded weakly. Thunder rumbled in the distance and I sighed.
“Shit. I’m so sorry… You aren’t going to say anything, are you? Please. I could get in trouble for leaking that. ” She grabbed my hands and clasped them in hers, but I was too stunned to ponder where I’d rather have felt them. I shook my head and leaned my forehead against the seat in front. The next 3 stops passed in silence, then she put a hand on my trembling shoulder. “Annie, I’m so sorry, I had no idea. Look, do you want to go commiserate over drinks later? I’m a moron. Seriously. ”
“No, um… thanks, but no. I’ll just, uh… I’ll go home. Thanks. ” Then it was my stop and I walked, head down, to the office. I caught a glimpse of her after the meeting where we were, indeed, handed our walking papers, and thoughts of her firm grasp on my shoulder made me look away before I was made the fool twice in one day.
The thunderstorm broke at lunchtime, sending sheets of rain down the sides of the building and forcing me under the archway with hair starting to frizz. I was trying to get a sodden cigarette to light when Susan stepped into the small patch of shelter. Her hair was plastered to her shoulders in golden tendrils, and her dress clung to her body. Her nipples stood out in sharp relief against the soft lines of peach fabric. I drew in a breath then cursed as the match burned my fingers, and threw both match and cigarette on the ground.
“Filthy habit anyway,” she joked. “You ok?”
“No. I don’t smoke any more anyway, but I thought it might help. How’s the story?”
“It’s ok. Look, I really am sorry… are you sure I can’t talk you into that drink?” She stepped closer and shivered. Without even thinking I stepped back, only to find myself directly under a downspout, and was soaked to the skin in seconds. It was the last straw, and I burst into tears.
I felt Susan’s hand on my chin. “Oh, Annie, please don’t cry. ” She lifted my chin up and our eyes locked…

We’re sitting on the couch, my wife Alexandra and I. I was not comfortable, I kept fidgeting even as my eyes were locked with hers.
“Honey,” I began, “I have to tell you something. I’ve screwed up royally. This is going to be hard for both of us, but please just listen.” I felt lousy, and I still wasn’t comfortable. I gritted my teeth and continued even though I saw a new look of worry in her eyes.
“You know, I had to take our Far East distributor to the airport. His meetings with us had been a big success so we were all feeling pretty relaxed and glad about how things turned out.” Christ, rambling about business - if I keep up like this her look will change to one of boredom. Get a grip.
“Anyway, after I got him there and he had his boarding pass I said goodbye - no point in my watching him stand in that security line. As I was leaving the airport I noticed two young women, in JAL attendant’s uniforms, looking at me as I walked by the lounge they were in. They looked at each other and then back at me. The look they both gave me stopped me - they were definitely inviting me to join them. Maybe they had seen me say goodbye to Sato-san, I don’t know, but I had to join them.” The look Alex was giving me changed again, still some worry, but now I could see a hint of displeasure as well.
“They both spoke very reasonable English, but were excited to hear my few Japanese words. They complimented me and before I knew it there was a drink in my hand as we continued to talk. I was really enjoying myself, these girls were so cute and so friendly. You know how I have a thing for Oriental women, Asuka and Saika were being so nice to me.” Displeasure was no longer just hinted at in Alex’s eyes, but I can’t stop now. I turned my head - I didn’t want to see her expression, and then I continued.
“They told me they had a one night lay-over and that the airline had booked them into a real nice hotel suite. Then, they told me they thought I was so handsome, and smart for learning some Japanese, and asked me to go with them - they said they wanted to show me this suite - they had never seen such a large room and wanted to know if it was typical.” ALex was no longer sitting back, she wasn’t relaxed anymore. Her look, was one I guess women get to use a lot - what was I thinking with - it certainly wasn’t my brain.
“I wasn’t thinking straight, I was under the spell of these two. I couldn’t help myself, and I knew I could control myself if it came to that. As we left, with Asuka on my left arm and Saika on my right, I could feel an extra bounce in my walk, especially when other guys gave me a quick look that expressed their admiration for what I had.” Christ, not my fault and bragging in the space of two sentences. What an idiot I am!
“The hotel was close by the airport so we were there in a few minutes. The girls were right, it was a big suite. I told them so but before I knew it they had taken my coat and I was holding a drink. I felt a little nervous, especially after Asuka started talking in Japanese to Saika. I couldn’t understand much of what she said, although I did pick up the words shinpai and penisu. They both giggled as they looked at me. And then Asuka surprised me - she started to take off her uniform. Saika stood behind her and helped. When Asuka’s pert breasts were revealed and then fondled by Saika I felt overwhelmed by both fear and lust. Alex, I’m sorry, so sorry. I can’t go on!” I was a wreck, I felt so guilty and worthless.
“Look at me!” she demanded. “Look at me!”
I forced myself to look at her. What I saw really shook me. She had a very determined look on her face, it was a cold, penetrating stare that greeted me. How could I continue?
“Tell me everything, leave nothing out!”
“I didn’t know what to do - these two definitely were hot and willing to play. I hadn’t had an experience like this since before I met you. I tried to will my cock to deflate but all it did was get harder as Asuka now undressed Saika. Their bodies were beautiful, their breasts were perfect, their pussies were shaved. What could I do? They stopped caressing each other, walked over to me, and then began to undress me. They giggled as they both struggled to get off my pants. As soon as my cock was freed Asuka got on her knees and began to lick the pre-cum off of me.” I couldn’t believe it - my cock was starting to stiffen even as I told Alex this.
“Did you like what she was doing to you?”
Alex was so full of surprises tonight. She really seemed interested, but maybe just to make me reveal what a total dick I was. Well, she’s tight, I am a total dick - getting what I deserve. But this is so humiliating.
“Yes, but Honey, I so love it when you suck me.” I had to say something to show her I love and appreciate her.
“Compare us - did she, Asuka, do anything different?”
Christ, there’s no escape! “Well, she did lick up and down my whole shaft, then she put just the head in her mouth and sucked on it for a very long time. I couldn’t believe how long she sucked without taking a breath.”
“Is that all?”
“No, she repeated this for a long time, then she lowered herself a little, tilted her head back, put my cock in her mouth, and swallowed it. She was deep-throating me, this petite Japanese girl was tickling her nose with my hairs.”
“I know about your lust for that, what you so cutely call ‘tonsil-tickling’. Fuck you, I’ve tried but throwing up is not my idea of sex!”, Alex practically shouted at me. I looked at her again - she was visibly upset but still had that determined look.
“Honey, I know, I know you’ve tried, but you and I know it can be done, and Asuka was sure showing me.” Good idea - make Alex feel inadequate. I am a fucking idiot!
“OK, you’ve got your cock deep in her mouth. What was Saika doing while you were enthroated?”
“She was behind me. She was pressing her breasts into my back while her hands were playing with my nipples and pinching them. I couldn’t believe it, these two were playing my body like it was a musical instrument. And they kept it up, but never taking me too far. I was so aroused and still they kept playing with me.”
“You poor boy, not in control,” she said to me, with more than a few drips of sarcasm in her voice. “Then what happened”?
“I felt Saika’s body lowering, I felt her hands pull my cheeks apart, and then I felt her warm breath on my ass!” I couldn’t help it, that was so wanton when it happened and it was wanton just saying it now. My fucking cock pulsed as I said it. Lord help me!
“Exhaling on your ass? How debased are you? I know you’ve had exotic ideas, we’ve done some, but really. I though I knew you.” I looked at Alex again, still that determined look, but something else too. “Come on, stop reliving it - keep talking!”
“I was surprised when the first breath of warm air hit me. I guess it really surprised me because I jerked forward a bit. Asuka made a noise, I looked down and my cock was farther in her mouth. And then she swallowed. I couldn’t believe the feeling on my head. Before I could do or say anything, I felt a warm wetness on my ass. Saika was pressing her tongue into me - she was licking my ass!”
“What did these two see in you? Your cock is average in size, you are older than them. What was it?”
“I don’t know, but I felt so lucky. It was like I was in another world. Of course I am a lucky man to be married to you.” Great, the hole I’m in is so deep I can hardly see the sky so I smartly use this bullshit shovel to dig a little deeper.
“Groveling, you haven’t even started!” Alex practically snarled at me. “Don’t stop now, keep talking!”
“Asuka finally withdrew my cock from her mouth. She stood up, kissed me, and said, ‘Watashi o tabero.’”
“Translation, please,” snarled Alexandra. Her tone did not surprise me.
“Eat me, it means eat me,” I said.
“I suppose you obliged her - I know how much you like to do that, don’t I?” This time it was more of a sneer inflection than a snarl.
“Yes I did. She led me to the bedroom, laid back on the bed, opened her legs and beckoned me. I couldn’t help it, my mind was totally consumed by these fantastic events. I quickly assumed the position on the bed kneeling between her legs. Her lips already showed moisture, I lowered my head and began to lick her. As my tongue continued to probe between her soft lips I dimly felt Saika get on the bed behind me, and then her tongue bathing my ass again.”
“You have told me the Japanese consider personal cleanliness very important, but this is ridiculous.”
“I know, such a sweet looking girl, swabbing me down. I couldn’t believe it. I’ve never had such an experience. I’ve read about it, but never, never imagined it being done to me. I would never ask you, Honey, never.”
“You don’t think I would do a good job, is that what you’re saying?” Alex asked me.
I couldn’t believe my ears - what was my wife suggesting? Was she competing in her mind with Asuka and Saika? I glanced at her and saw that determined look, but her eyes still puzzled me, there was something else hidden there. What was she thinking? And how was I going to answer this - it was like - have you stopped beating your wife.
“No Hon, I didn’t mean that, I just meant I wouldn’t ask you to demean yourself. I, I”
She cut me off: “When two people love one another they have to be free to share everything with each other. Are you saying you don’t love me?”
“No Hon, I didn’t mean that, I do love you, I really do. I, I”
She interrupted me again, “Fine way to show your love, screwing around with two strangers.” This was delivered in a sneering snarl. “Come on, my love, continue with your description - your tongue was in Asuka’s twat, maybe flicking at her clit, and Saika was washing your ass with her talented tongue - what more could happen?”
“I wondered too, but Saika soon showed me. She stopped licking me, and then I felt her tongue stiffen and begin to push into me. At first I clamped my asshole shut, but she kept pushing and pushing. She stopped for a minute and said ‘Yurumero’, I asked what that meant, she said ‘relax, loosen’. I tried to as her tongue again was pushing into me. Her tongue began to enter me. I kept thinking relax, relax, but then Asuka said ‘tabero’, reminding me that I had stopped eating her. I started tonguing her again.”
By now, I couldn’t stop telling this, even if I wanted to. My cock was rock-hard. I was so turned on by reliving this experience, and Alex hadn’t thrown me out yet.
“Then I felt one of Saika’s hands rub my chin. I stopped licking Asuka and pulled away to see Saika’s fingers, all four of them, probing Asuka’s very wet pussy. She was sliding in and out of that hot cunt, her fingers glistening. Then Asuka said “Kobushi”, Saika giggled, said “Hai”, tucked her thumb under her fingers and with a twisting motion put her hand into Asuka. I watched in amazement as Saika pushed in deeper and deeper. There was a veritable stream of pre-cum dangling from my painfully hard cock and when Saika’s forearm brushed against my balls I though I was going to explode.
“Saika’s tongue was no longer in my ass, she had shifted her body around so that she could concentrate on the fisting she was doing to Asuka. The bed shifted again and I suddenly was aware of another person behind me. Who was this person? And then I didn’t care because there was another tongue deeply inserted in my ass, which was now very relaxed.”
“You mean to tell me that a third person had somehow gotten in to the room and this person had apparently no qualms about joining the debauchery? And the first thing they did was anilingus? Peter, I am ashamed and embarassed to say this, but I almost feel envious of you. I will control that because I don’t yet know what I am going to do with you.” I was glad to hear no decision had been made - was there a glimmer of hope for me?
“A foursome, but not of golf. What happened next?”
“The tongue continued to probe me. I was so relaxed that the tongue was able to enter my ass without any problem at all. Someone, I don’t know who, would sometimes squeeze my balls or lightly touch my cock. It was driving me crazy. I was slurpimg away on Asuka’s clit, it was so wet from her juices and my saliva, Saika’s wrist was appearing and disappearing as she fisted Asuka. I glanced up to see Asuka pulling so hard on her tightly pinched nipples. She seemed to be having one long climax. Even though this was all happening part of me seemed to be floating above the bed, watching, mezmerized as the scene played out.
“Then things changed, the tongue was withdrawn from my ass, which immediately made me feel empty, the bed shifted a little, and I felt something harder than any tongue start to enter my ass. Was it a finger? I didn’t know and I didn’t care - it felt good. My ass didn’t feel empty anymore. I felt a warm breath in my ear, the unknown person behind me whispered: ‘You want to get fucked, you cocked slut?’ I also felt tits with rock-hard nipples pressing into my back. So it was another woman, a mystery woman. I could smell her perfume, it was a scent that rose above the smell of sex that surrounded all of us. What could I say - my mouth was consumed with the task of eating Asuka so I just groaned.” My cock felt the same as that night - I looked down at my pants and saw a big wet spot from all of the pre-cum I been oozing. I looked at Alex, her look was still one of determination but her eyes, I could see lust in them. I glanced down and was shocked to see that her nipples were very hard - clearly visible as they poked her blouse. I’ve turned her on with this incredible story, the hope was more than a glimmer and now included the possibility of make-up sex with her. Hot damn!
“So did you get fucked?” she asked.
“Yes, my brain was in such a fog of sexual euphoria, my whole body was experiencing such erotic ecstacy, It was all so overwhelming that I wanted to be fucked, especially if it meant that I would cum. My cock was on fire, and still an occasional light touch on my cock drove me nuts. By then I had figured out that she had a dildo in a harness. And she was fucking me. Then another whisper: ‘Open your ass, I’m going to go deeper.’ I thought I was wide open, but she showed me I had more to do as that dildo kept going further than before.”
Alex had unbuttoned her blouse and was squeezing her breasts very hard, Her nipples were harder and more elongated than I had ever seen them.
“Don’t stop!” she whispered. Her voice was now dripping with lust. I am going to fuck her, unless my cock explodes first.
“By now she had a good, steady fuck rhythm, which took the edge off just a bit. Asuka cried out ‘No more’ so I finally stopped eating her clit and Saika slowly withdrew her hand. I looked at Asuka’s pussy - it was wide open but then it began to close up. And then my prayers were answered as Saika positioned her mouth under my throbbing cock. As soon as I thrust into her mouth the dildo in my ass was pulled out. What a feeling of emptiness! Before I could form the words…”
“What words Peter, what words did you want to say?” Alex asked. The way she asked, it sounded coy to me.
“‘Fuck me, fuck my ass!’ was what I wanted to say. But before the words came out something did start to probe my ass. Something began to enter me, but it was very large. Then the whisper: ‘Push out!’, I did and whatever it was was in me. Another whisper: ‘You liked to see Saika’s fist in Asuka, didn’t you?’ I groaned, both from the excitement of that scene as well as beginning to realize that I was being fisted. ‘It’s your turn now to get fisted!’ As I heard those words, those exciting, frightening words Saika sucked hard on my cock and that fist was fucking me. Finally my cum was released. There was so much of it I just about drowned poor Saika. She managed to get my cock out of her mouth, her entire torso was soon covered as spurt after spurt shot out of my burning cock. The whole time that fist was fucking me. And that’s all I know - I must have passed out because the next thing I remember was putting on my clothes in that empty hotel room and driving home. And I have to say, a drive that was unpleasant - it was hard to find a comfortable way to sit.”
“Well Peter that is quite a story. I think the first thing that we need to do is to check on your medical condition.”
“What medical condition?”
“Your ass, I thought your fidgeting was because of what you were telling me, and that is probably partly true, but your poor ass. Come in, into the bedroom, so I can see if there is any damage.”
“Honey, I’ll be OK.”
“Nonsense, come on.”
I was soon face down on the bed, undressed. with my cock still drooling pre-cum on the sheets.
“Just lie there, I’ll get some things from the bathroom.” I felt Alexandra get on the bed, then she said, “Raise your ass up.” I did as she asked, I felt her get between my legs and then her mouth was on my cock. “Alex, what are you doing to…” I never finished the sentence. I knew what she was doing as I felt her lubed hand slide into my ass and I smelled that perfume again. It was soon over, my cum in her mouth and on her tits, nipples still taut, my ass burning from all of the fucking I had received.
Alexandra lay next to me, softly talking. “Asuka and Saika were interns at my office. We became good friends, very good friends. One day I suddenly decided that things were going to be different between you and I. They had shown me what real lust could be. Not the old fucker and fuckee roles. But so much more than that. And Peter, if you want to fist me I would welcome it.
My brain was still recovering from all the shocks it had received, all the revelations that had overloaded my entire nervous system.
“I’ll think about it.”

“What would it take to get you to kiss me,” Paul, my friend and sometimes lover, stood on my front door step, off-duty but still in uniform. There would be little challenge in coaxing me to kiss him. Tall with dark hair, deep blue eyes and a quick smile, Paul was my romantic ideal of a clean-cut cop. His broad shoulders and tight ass, formed by hours in the gym and miles of road work, made my cunt throb with longing.
The afternoon sun, glinting off the rim of Paul’s shades, reminded me that the time of year was perfect. The days, though still cool, were getting warmer and the scent of fresh spring air clung to Paul’s body as he stepped across my threshold. Wrapping my arms around him, I buried my nose against his chest, breathing his scent. Fresh air. Leather. Exhaust. And the male musk that was uniquely my lover. With a sudden urgency, I needed to taste his skin. I began trailing my hands over his chest, slipping under his heavy leather jacket into the intimate warmth created by his body.
I felt Paul bury his nose in my hair, nuzzling me, murmuring something about the day having been a long one. Wrapping my arms around his torso, I felt him draw me closer, pressing me against the hard length of his body. Tipping my head back, I told him I was happy he was off-duty and safe for another day. Looking up into Paul’s eyes, I watched their stormy intensity scanning my face. He cupped my jaw in the palm of his hand and traced my cheek bone with his forefinger while