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I could believe that it was happening since it was written up in more than one

Monday, December 31st, 2007

article and featured on various TV reports: college women embracing

bisexuality–using their time away at college as an opportunity to experiment or

to develop relationships to keep them safely satisfied. Not that I’d seen signs

of it: my campus wouldn’t be in the forefront of such trends, and most of all,

people tend to keep things like that from me.

It’s not just that I’m a straight-arrow: I seem to send out straight-arrow

signals to everyone I come in contact with. Somehow they look at me and just

*know* I’m not a person with which to engage in questionable practices. And it’s

ironic: yes I grew up in a conservative household, but inside, I’m not that

conservative at all.

And the idea of bisexuality intrigued me. The idea that some of the women I

lived with were quietly pairing off. Trying something new and different. And

most of all, I must admit, I did feel some attraction to women. I’d discovered

my attraction while watching some sexier scenes in movies (no, not X-rated

movies; just noticing the women in some of your plain-old R-rated heterosexual

love scenes). Once discovered, I’d realized some fashion models held that kind

of fascination for me, and eventually I admitted to myself that women I’d seen

and knew could affect me. Not that I’m not basically heterosexual, but I *did*

start thinking, and from all I heard, college is the time to give it a try.

What an idea! I mean, for me! I *am* a straight-arrow in many ways: never been

with a man if you know what I mean; date very little. Not really outgoing. And

here I was, contemplating the idea of actually finding and forming a relationship

with a woman! How would I do it? Ask someone I knew?

I couldn’t imagine it. Go to some obviously-Lesbian gathering? Like a bar?

That wasn’t what I was looking for. This was going to be hard. One way or

another, I was going to have to overcome my natural reserve, at some point. I

thought about all the women I knew. I thought about what sort of person I was

interested in. It would be nice if I found someone exactly like myself: a woman

who wasn’t outgoing and didn’t go out much, but on the inside, wasn’t as

conservative as she appeared. Someone who I could share the experience with, in

confidence.

And the problem was, how would two such less-than-outgoing people find each

other? Was I going to start finding quiet women and bring up the subject of a

Lesbian relationship? And though I *know* there must be other women similar to

myself, since I don’t talk to that many people, I’d be unlikely to discover them,

and even if I did, how would I make friends with someone as reserved as me?

I finally decided that finding and approaching another reserved woman just wasn’t

practical. I needed someone who would take the lead. Or someone to help me. Set

me up? Or at least someone sympathetic that I could talk about it to. Someone

nice, who was engaging in such a relationship.

I thought about the women I knew again. Who was most likely to be in such a

relationship? And again, with enough thought, I had my answer: Leslie Brown.

She was definitely outgoing. I’d once noticed her with a woman and wondered

about the two of them, but more than that, she had the right kind of personality

for this. She had that combination that I needed: someone who I could feel

comfortable talking to and someone who certainly would know what was going on.

All I needed was some unobtrusive way to bring up the subject with Leslie. After

more thought, I settled on trying to casually ask her if some other pair of women

were engaging in something. I started spending more time with her, actually

hanging on her a little, and eventually one day as we were walking back from

supper, I managed to comment on two women I’d seen together a bit.

“Rebecca and Janet?” she responded. She looked at me for a couple of seconds as

we walked, not saying anything more.

Finally I had to fill the silence. “I just wondered.”

I glanced at her. She was eyeing me sidelong as we walked and she was smiling.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

Gas Station at Two AM part3

Sunday, December 30th, 2007

“You at it again I see.” the man had come into the

room and seen John and the boy in bed together.

“I got a credit card here and it’s not signed … that

yours?” he asked John. John smiled and signed it and

accepted the card.

“You want me to send Craig back?” he asked the kid.

“I don’t know … do you have to go? ” he asked John

while stroking his cock under the covers.

“Not yet.” John said.

Craig appeared and I stared in amazement. He was almost

a mirror image of the kid I had been fucking all night.

“Fraternal twins,” my late night lover said knowing my

thoughts.

Not only did he look like the naked boy next to me, but

he wore a jumpsuit exactly like the one the kid wore

last night — and to make things even stranger had all

the buttons opened down to his pubic hairline.

“Hi, I’m Craig…”

John shook his hand and the covers revealed some more

of his body. “Any trick of my brothers is a trick of

mine,” he said.

“Where were you last night?” Carl, the name of my bed

partner, asked his brother.

“Oh Bruce wanted to have some fun … and I thought it

was time to pay the rent anyway.”

Bruce, thought John, had the luckiest life of anyone.

Twins, gay, and they liked sex.

“How was he last night?” Craig asked as he pulled his

jumpsuit off … John spoke up, “no leave it on … and

you put yours on too.”

Carl got out of bed and pulled the discarded jumpsuit

on.

“He’s hot,” he said to his brother.

“But you got to put on your suit.” he said to John.

John pulled on his trousers and retrieved his white

shirt from the car. He added the tie and jacket and

knocked on the door. The boys answered the door and

their faces lit up. As soon as John went inside, their

hands were all over him …

As were their mouths …

His zipper was opened and the two knelt, using their

tongues to fight over his erection.

The boys were soon naked as was he … tongues in his

asshole, lips on his cock and fingers everywhere.

John was fucked by one while fucking the other then

turned over to reverse the action.

He fucked one brother while the other one got sucked.

The combinations were the basis of fuck films John had

seen in the privacy of his own home. The room’s air

conditioner didn’t have enough power to overcome the

body heat they generated … bodies were soon coated

with sweat; adding to the taste the three horny men’s

tongues experienced.

“Hey got to go … one of you needs to take over.”

Bruce banged on the door.

“Guess it’s my turn!” Carl said as he kissed John and

stumbled out the door naked while carrying his jumpsuit.

Craig and John carried on, less frenetic but still

totally involved with each other until their bodies

wouldn’t generate any more cum let alone keep their

cocks hard.

“Whew … Carl was right. You are hot!”

John found a motel room where he could shower and calm

down. A short nap and he was undecided if he should get

back on the road or enjoy the pool and rest before do-

ing so.

He dialed the phone.

“Dinner? Pool? Big bed here.” he said on the phone.

John was soon sitting in the dining room … enjoying

a big meal … realizing he hadn’t eaten anything since

late last night.

Across from him sat Carl and Craig enjoying his dinner

treat.

Seeing them in the pool frolicking about like little

kids had convinced John he made the right decision.

Both looked hot in their blue and yellow speedos,

matching of course.

And all three fit nicely in the king size bed that John

had wisely asked for. The night wasn’t made for sleep-

ing however as the three rekindled the lust they had

earlier that morning … and continued to seek the

satisfaction that would never fully come.

John still commutes between LA and San Francisco. He

still stops at the gas station in Gilroy. And Bruce

tells him about the boys, where they are and what

they’re doing.

And once in awhile, John calls Bruce ahead of time, to

see if his arrival should match closing time — and if

a night attendant is there waiting … with his jump-

suit half opened.

Occasionally Bruce says yes and John relives his time

with Carl even though there’s not Craig.

But he imagines whoever the lad is, he’s a twin; and

it’s a wild night in the back of the gas station.

Gas Station at Two AM part2

Saturday, December 29th, 2007

The boy looked around for a moment “I can close up

whenever the traffic seems to stop.” He shook the gas

hose and put it back in the pump.

“That’s twenty one dollars,” he said. “Cash or credit

card?”

John handed the boy his gold card and the boy took it

inside. “Want me to come in?”

The boy turned his head and scratched his crotch. “Why

don’t you park around back and I’ll bring it to you as

soon as I turn everything off.”

The back of the gas station was hidden by hills, free-

way walls and some old buildings.

He got out of the car making sure he had some rubbers

and a tube of lube which John got out of his backpack.

The boy appeared pushing his jumpsuit off his

shoulder. John thought it would fall to the ground

leaving the kid naked, but it just fell half way, the

boy had buttoned one of the lower buttons.

“I’m in here,” the kid opened the door to a room.

John felt the sudden brush of cooler air.

“It’s not much but at least it’s cooler in here.”

“Here.” John said as he pulled up the boy’s jumpsuit.

The boy looked confused and disappointed …”Oh I’m

sorry, I thought…”

“You thought right … I just want to start things this

way.” John unbuttoned the rest of the jumpsuit and

began to kiss the kids face and neck.

His hands slid inside and explored the body that would

soon be in full view. The kid was hungry … his cock

hard as hell and his balls tightening … “Oh god …”

the kid kept saying.

John pulled his own pants off and stepped out of his

oxfords. His boxers were soon being pulled down by the

boy who was sinking to his knees. His mouth was sucking

John’s balls, and cock.

John looked down at the boy working on his cock. The

boy had moved out of his blue jumpsuit again letting

the top part fall down — this time beyond his waist.

The boys white buttocks stuck out … and John reached

down for them.

The kid moaned then gagged on Johns cock as a finger

found and entered his butthole.

John knew what he wanted to find out.

The kid was soon naked … kissing, licking, biting

and muttering the magic phrase, “fuck me please!”

John obliged not only once but twice during the

remaining hours of the night. The door banging woke

them up.

It was the gas station owner, Bruce.

…End of the part2. To be continued..

Gas Station at Two AM

Friday, December 28th, 2007

(mm,orgy)

John had driven the route almost bimonthly since the

move to LA. And each time, he stopped in some city to

gas up….for some reason Gilroy seemed to be that

place.

And each time it was late … John planned it that way

so he could speed a bit faster then he could during the

day. Too, at night it was usually cooler. But that one

night it was muggy, hot and generally uncomfortable.

He found a gas station open a few blocks off the free-

way — he did that because he planned to cool off

afterwards, sitting on some bench near the water.

The place had a few lights on, but as he drove up, most

were turned off. He was pissed, figuring the place was

closed.

Then a lone figure walked towards the pumps. The figure

wore a dark blue or black jumpsuit. And it was opened

almost the full length of the man’s body. Needless to

say, John was intrigued and beginning to be excited.

As the attendant got closer, John saw his face,

streaked with grease was rather boyish, clean cut

looking. He was probably in high school or in college,

John thought.

“Closing up already?”

The guy smiled back “trying too, but it’s so hot, I’m

just moving real slow.” The guy bent over … letting

his opened jumpsuit open further. John realized the

kid was naked under the outfit, he could see the boy’s

belly hair and tried to see down further, but it was

too dark.

“You look like you’re trying to cool off.” John said

honestly.

“Ooh sorry … it just gets so hot.” the boy stood up

and pulled his suit closed.

“No problem….you got a great body.” John said.

He smiled and said thanks and proceeded to pump the

gas … even though John was at a self-service island.

John got out of the car and stretched. his white shirt

was opened from the heat and he let the night air, such

that it was, brush across him. “You’re in decent shape

too,” the attendant said looking up from the pump. He

had let his jumpsuit open as he bent over.

However, this time he didn’t bother to pull it closed

as he chatted.

The boy slept in a room behind the station. “Don’t say

anything … it’s not legal I guess, but I got it in

exchange for working this shift.”

John’s crotch was bulging … he wanted to reach inside

the boys jumpsuit and explore the kids body, cup his

balls, probe his butt, tweak his nipples and kiss his

neck.

“What time DO you close?” John said pulling his shirt

completely off and tossing it into the car.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

Fore Anyone part3

Thursday, December 27th, 2007

this but as his cock got closer to my face, I could smell him and I

decided that I wanted to suck him. I opened my mouth and took the

first cock I had ever sucked into my mouth. The head was soft and

liable while the shaft was hard and rigid. He pushed his hips forward

and his cock plunged deep into my mouth. ãThat feels so good,ä he

exclaimed. ãSuck me like a popsicle,ä he said. ãRun your tongue up and

down it length as I fuck your mouth.ä He started to thrust his hips

back and forth as I continued to suck him. ãKeep sucking, man,ä he

said. ãIt feels so good.ä He was groaning and moaning as he started

thrusting in and out faster. ãäIâm going to fill your throat with my

come,ä he excitedly yelled. ãIâm going to fill your throat until you

canât swallow it all.ä Suddenly, his cock twitched in my mouth and he

started to spurt his come into the back of my throat. It came so fast

that I started to gag but I held off and tried to swallow as fast as I

could. He was groaning loudly now as he emptied himself into my mouth.

When he finished spurting, his cock started to soften. I let it fall

out of my mouth and because I couldnât swallow all of his come, it

came out with his cock. He leaned forward quickly and licked the come

off my lips with his tongue. He then kissed me, sticking his tongue

into my mouth. This was a first for me too and I started to suck on

his tongue as he swirled it around inside my mouth. We kissed for

several minutes before he backed up.

ãThat was great, man,ä he said. ãFor a first timer, you did a great

job. You could be a natural at this.ä He grinned and sat down beside

me. As we sat, not talking, I reached over and fondled his cock. He

did the same and soon we had each other hard again. ãI have your cock

again,ä he rasped. Quickly, he was on his knees and had my cock deep

inside his mouth again. After a few minutes, he raised his head. ãI

want you to fuck me with this giant,ä he said. ãI want to feel it deep

inside my ass and I want you to fuck me as hard as you can.ä He

quickly got down on the floor on his hands and knees. ãCome on, Dean,

fuck me with that huge tool.ä I moved between his legs and aimed my

cock at his pucker hole. I pushed against him as he pushed back and

entered him in one thrust. He yelped a little, as I entered him but

didnât tell me to stop. ãCome on, Dean, fuck me.ä ãFuck me hard.ä I

started to move my hips back and forth, feeling his canal contracting

around my cock as I pushed it deep inside him. ãOh yes, that feels so

good. Fuck me and fill my ass with your come,ä he yelled. I started

moving in and out faster and was slapping my balls against his ass as

I plunged into him. ãFuck me, fuck me,ä he yelled. ãFill me with that

huge cock. Fuck me hard.ä

I started really pounding in and out of him, making he yell even

louder. Soon, I could feel my come building up and exploded inside

him. He yelled when he felt my hot come spurt out of my cock deep

inside him. ãFill me up,ä he yelled. I held myself against his ass as

I emptied my come into him, spurt after spurt. I finally finished and

just stayed inside him, wanting to enjoy the feeling of him as long as

I could. Unfortunately, I didnât stay hard for very long and slowly, I

pulled out of him. My come started running down his leg as I pulled my

cock out of his ass. ãLick me,ä he said. ãLick all your come off me.ä

I leaned forward and started to lick my come off his legs. He was

still groaning loudly and I shoved two fingers back into his ass as I

cleaned up my come. He grunted as I pulled my fingers out of him.

He turned around and I noticed his cock was hard and ready. He grinned

at me. ãWow again, Dean,ä he said. ãThat was incredible. I could feel

your cock all the way inside me and I havenât been fucked like that

for a long time.ä

Now it was my turn. I wanted to feel what it was like to get fucked

and I wanted it now. I quickly turned around, bent over the end of the

bench and stuck my ass up in the air. It didnât take long for him to

move between my legs and I felt his hard cock at my hole. He pushed

against me and I felt his cock enter me. I didnât expect the pain that

came with it and yelled out. He told me to relax and push back against

him as he continued to shove his hard cock up my bowel. The pain was

intense but after stopping several times, he finally was fully inside

me.

He leaned over me and whispered in my ear, ãIâm going to fuck you

hard, Dean and youâre going to love it. Youâll be asking for more by

the time Iâm done with you, I promise.ä He waited, holding his cock

inside me as I felt the pressure and pain of having him deep up my

canal. After a few minutes, the pain subsided and he pulled his cock

slowly out of me. I felt the head, leave my ass and then he thrust it

into me again. This time the pain wasnât as great and I pushed back

against him to try to get him further inside me. He started to slowly

thrust in and out of me as I felt the pain completely subside.

He moved up over my ass and started plunging his cock in and out of me

faster and harder. Now I was the one yelling. ãFuck me, Sam.ä ãFuck me

harder.ä He started to really pound in and out of me. ãFuck me

harder,ä I yelled. ãFill me with your hot come. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck

me.ä He spurted again and again, filling my canal with his come. ãOh

yeah,ä II yelled at him. ãFill me up, you stud.ä He finished and held

himself against my ass, letting me finish enjoying his cock deep

inside me. He slowly pulled his softening cock out of me and I felt

his come running down my legs. His tongue quickly licked my legs clean

as he shoved two fingers back up inside me as he licked me clean.

We both were panting heavily now and I sat back down on the bench. My

ass was a little sore but I felt terrific. I had been fucked and had

sucked my first cock and I enjoyed it all. I knew I would be back and

wanted more. For the rest of the day, we talked, fucked and sucked

until I couldnât take it any more. My ass was too sore. We both got

dressed and I left, driving slowly home, remembering all that had

taken place that afternoon. I could hardly wait until I could do it

again and a few days later, I saw Sam at the club again.

ãReady for another game?ä he asked. ãOnly if you are,â I responded. We

played again and I lost again but this time I didnât mind, as I knew

what was in store for me and was looking forward to it. Sam and I have

played many times and even though I lose every time, we both get

fucked and sucked. We have found some other members who like to wager

too and we have a plan in mind to try to get them included in our

wagers.

Fore Anyone part2

Wednesday, December 26th, 2007

Dean, ready to meet?ä ãI think so,ä I quickly said. ãIâm not sure if I

can go through with this but I will meet you and we can discuss it.ä

ãSure,ä he said, ãI know how you feel. I remember the first time I did

it and I wasnât sure I could go through with it either. Letâs meet

tomorrow for a drink at my place and weâll talk about it.ä ãSounds

good to me,ââ I said quickly. ãWhatâs the address?ä

After writing down the information, I hung up the phone. I tried to

make myself busy to keep my mind off tomorrow for the rest of the day.

The next morning, I got up, had my usual breakfast and shower and

headed over to Samâs about 1:30.

Sam met me at the door, dressed in shorts and a tee shirt. ãHey Dean,

come on in.ä He held the door open for me and then led me down the

hall to a closed door. He opened it and led the way into the room. It

was a cozy den, filled with sift, plush couches and a hidden bar. He

opened the bar and offered me a drink. He told me to sit down and came

over with my drink. ãNow, what did you want to talk about?ä he asked.

I looked at him and thought what a pompous ass he was, asking what I

wanted to talk about, as if he didnât know. I took a sip of the drink

and started. ãOur wager,ä I said. ãIâve never been with a man before

and have never had any feeling to be with one either,ä I said. ãThatâs

ok, Iâm sure youâll enjoy it just like I did the first time.ä He

continued to talk about the wager and finally said, ãLook, if you

donât want to go through with it, I understand, but lets go for a soak

in the sauna first and then you can make up your mind how far you want

to go with it.ä I agreed and he led me to the sauna, gave me a big

towel and started to strip. I waited as I watched him and when he

turned around, I couldnât help by look down at his cock. It wasnât

overly huge but it was long and had a nice head. His balls were thick

and round, hanging down between his legs. He looked at me and smiled

when he noticed me checking him out. ãCome on,ä he insisted, ãGet

undressed and join me inside. I started to take my clothes off as he

entered the sauna. My cock was semi hard and I didnât want him to see

that I was getting excited so I turned my back to him and finished

undressing. I quickly wrapped the big towel around my waist and

entered the sauna.

He was sitting on the bench and I took a seat beside him. We talked

and as we did, my cock got harder and harder. After about ten minutes,

I felt his hand on my thigh. My cock stood straight up at his touch

and he noticed it immediately. “Now what was this about not wanting to

do it with a man?ä he asked, as his hand slide further up my leg. ãIt

looks to me that you really do want to do it and by the state of your

cock, you look like youâre ready too.ä He slowly lifted the end of my

towel and unwrapped it from around my waist. He moaned a little when

he saw my 9ä cock standing at full attention. He reached over and

grabbed my cock in his hand. ãIâm going to enjoy sucking you,ä he said

as he started slowly rubbing his hand up and down my length. ãHow does

that feel?ä he asked as he continued. I couldnât answer him as my mind

was between my legs and the erotic feeling of his hand rubbing my

cock.

Without looking at me, he quickly got to his knees between my legs and

I felt his tongue on my head. I looked down and watched him slowly and

gently, lick my head and all around it, pressing his tongue into my

slit. I leaned back on the bench and spread my legs a little more. He

now engulfed my cock and was bobbing up and down on it, sucking it

deep into his mouth. It didnât take long for me to come and just

before I did, I told him I was coming. Without lifting his head, he

continued to suck me and when I came in his mouth, he swallowed all of

it. He continued sucking me as I spurted my seed into him and when I

was finished, he raised his head slowly, letting my cock out of his

mouth.

ãWow,ä he said with a grin. ãItâs been a while since you shot your

load, hasnât it?ä ãYeah,ä I grinned, ãIt has been a while.ä He stood

up and slowly unwrapped the towel around his waist. His cock was

standing straight out from his groin and he moved closer to me, aiming

it at my mouth. I still didnât know if I wanted to go through with

…End of the part2. To be continued..

Fore Anyone

Tuesday, December 25th, 2007

The starter told me, when I checked in, that I would be playing with a

new member, this morning. He told me his name was Jenkins, Sam and he

would meet me on the first tee. I nodded and went into the clubhouse

to change. I noticed a man in the locker room that I had never seen

before but didnât pay too much attention to him as I tied my shoes and

headed out to the practice area. After warming up, I picked up my bag

and with about 5 minutes to spare, arrived on the first tee. The man

that I had seen in the locker room was already there and came over and

introduced himself.

ãHi, Iâm Sam Jenkins,ä he said, extending his hand. I took it and

introduced myself. ãBeautiful day for golf, isnât it,ä he continued.

ãThis is my first time playing here and I hope youâll give me some

help in managing the course.ä ãThere are some tricky areas,ä I said.

ãIâll let you know about them when we get to them.ä

We teed off and headed down the first fairway. We talked as we walked

to our balls to hit our second shots. He was new in town and had just

joined the club, mainly for business reasons but also because he loved

the game and played it whenever he could. By the fifth hole, I pretty

well knew his whole life story as he didnât stop talking between

shots. I was getting a little upset as his continuous chatter and by

the ninth hole, I was ready to pack it in. As we waited on the tenth

tee for the group ahead of us to get out of range, Sam turned to me

and offered me a challenge.

He looked around to see if anyone could hear him and then, because we

were standing off to the side of the tee, he seemed satisfied that no

one would hear him. Still in almost a whisper, he said, ãSince it

looks like weâre fairly evenly matched, how about a wager for the back

nine?ä I looked at him and thought, Iâd get my chance to maybe stifle

his chatter, once and for all. ãSure, what did you have in mind?ä I

asked. ãWell,ä he started, quickly looking around again, ãHow about if

we play suck your cock?ä

I had played golf for many years and had never heard of this game.

ãHow does that one go?ä I asked him hesitantly. ãItâs easy,â he said.

ãWe play for each otherâs cock. If you beat me by more than two holes,

I have to suck your cock. If I beat you by the same margin, then you

have to suck mine. If itâs three holes of more, the winner gets to

fuck the other.ä

I was taken back by this but I also had a feeling in my groin that I

hadnât had for a while. My cock started to rise and when he looked at

me, waiting for my answer, he looked down at my crotch. ãYou donât

have to say a thing,ä he said. ãI can see that youâre ready.ä I must

have blushed as he laughed a little and gave my arm a quick squeeze.

ãOk, letâs play,ä he said, heading for the tee. I watched him tee off

and then it was my turn. I hit a terrible shot and he laughed again.

ãThis should be an interesting nine,â he said, after watching my ball

disappear into the trees.

I lost the first hole but won the next two. I noticed his chatter had

stopped and he was really focusing on his game as the holes went by.

By the 18th, I was two down to him and I didnât want to lose the

third. I needed to win the last hole and I concentrated on hitting

what I thought were good shots. It was to no avail as I lost the final

hole and as we were walking back to the locker room, he asked me,

ãWhen would you like to get together?ä My head was spinning and I

didnât really know what I wanted to do. ãMaybe later in the week,ä I

answered.

ãOk, hereâs my number,ä he said as he handed me his business card.

ãCall me and let me know when you want to meet.ä I just nodded and

quickly changed and left the club. My mind was spinning as I drove

home. I was wondering if I could go through with it or not. The more I

thought about it, the more I convinced myself that I would, so a few

days later I called Sam. ãHey Sam, its Dean. How are you doing?ä ãGood

…End of the part1. To be continued..

The Analyst Part4

Monday, December 24th, 2007

She awoke with a start on a very comfortable bed in a darkened
room. It took a few minutes to shake off sleep as she thought about
the very vivid dream she had just had. Suddenly, Jan realized that
it wasn’t a dream at all. She had actually performed sexual acts on
a stage before complete strangers (and, most likely on video tape
as well). After her initial panic, she closed her eyes and thought
back to how aroused and excited she had felt while it was
happening. She began to accept the fact that she had loved every
bit of it and knew that the applause and cheering had been directed
at her performance. She also knew that she would do it again and
the thought sent a thrill up her spine and made her tingle with
both desire and fear. She couldn’t wait to talk with Dr. Stevens
about what she had been through (maybe, she did need a shrink after
all), and somehow knew the doctor would understand and help Jan
understand too. She really did want to understand why she was so
excited by this desire to display herself to others sexually. As
she was thinking, the door opened a crack and the light from
outside made her open her eyes and look. Denise was looking around
the edge of the door and when she saw that Jan was awake, she
entered the room, closing the door behind her as she did. She came
and knelt beside the bed and reached out to stroke Jan’s hair
(matted with sweat) and forehead.

Denise smiled and said, “I wanted to make sure you were all right.
Kevin was certain he hadn’t hurt you, but when you passed out, we
were a little concerned. I checked you for damage and everything
seemed to be in order, so we decided to let you sleep awhile.” Jan
said, softly, “I feel fine. Just a little stretched and completely
exhausted. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard or that long
before. What will they do with the tape?”, she asked, sure that
there was one. Denise reached over to a nightstand near the head of
the bed and lifted a video cassette which she gave to Jan. “It’s
for you to keep or erase or destroy as you see fit. I promise you
there are no copies. Our club is into open sexuality, not coercion
or blackmail. Dan removed the cassette and put it here himself so
he would be sure no one yielded to the temptation to make a copy
for their private collection. I’m sure every member would love to
have it (I know I would!), but we have very strict rules about the
privacy of members and guests.” Jan was instantly reassured at
having one of her main concerns resolved. “I just hope I don’t
catch anything.” she sighed. Denise smiled again and lowered her
hand to stroke lightly across Jan’s nipples through the light
blanket. “That’s something else we are very strict about. No one
comes here unless the board is absolutely convinced that they are
free of disease. Dan had to submit a lab test for you before he
could arrange for your initiation. You probably didn’t even
realize we he had taken a smear.” Jan admitted that she didn’t and
tried to think back to when he might have done it. He had
certainly had ample opportunities. Jan’s nipples were beginning to
stiffen under Denise’s soft stroking as the woman kneeling by the
bed continued, “The blood test was a little trickier, but Dan
managed it. You can ask him about that if you want.”

Jan felt her vagina starting to seep a little and wanted to
encourage Denise to continue her manipulations, so she slid the
covers down to free her breasts and Denise allowed her hands to
roam freely around the firm globes, pausing on occasion to lightly
pinch the distended nipples, as she spoke. “You are now a full
member of our group, Jan (if you want to be, of course). You’ll
have to sign a copy of the rules and a release form, but that’s
just a formality. I’ve never seen a new member turn on an audience
the way you did and when Kevin started coming in your mouth, I
think there must have been about twenty simultaneous orgasms in the
audience.” Jan felt slightly embarrassed, recalling the semen
shooting into her waiting mouth and falling warmly on her face (“I
HAVE to see that tape.”, she thought), but Denise was kissing and
licking her breasts, now, and she was having difficulty
concentrating on her memories or the conversation. Jan pulled
Denise’s face up and tasted her mouth. The lips were every bit as
soft as she had remembered and she forced her tongue into the other
woman’s mouth as far as she could. She thought she detected the
slight saltiness of semen and assumed (correctly) that Denise had
not been idle while Jan slept.

Denise slid her smooth hand down Jan’s firm stomach and into the
bushy growth between her legs. She entered Jan with three of her
slim fingers at once and did not pause until they were fully into
her. Jan let out a gasp at the rapid penetration and the look on
Denise’s face changed somehow. Her voice was different as she spoke
too, “You like it hard and fast, sometimes, don’t you?” It was more
of a statement than a question and Jan moaned out a long, low,
“Yesssss…” as she was almost instantly grasped by the start of an
orgasm. Denise stopped moving and said, “I don’t want you to come,
yet, my love.” Jan wasn’t sure how she could prevent it, but the
release slowly subsided. When she had relaxed a little, Denise
withdrew her fingers and added a forth to the tight bundle. She
thrust deep into Jan’s wet vagina and brought out another sharp
gasp as Jan felt the woman’s fingertips brush against her cervix.
She wanted to come, but fought against the intense need as Denise
worked her hand in and around Jan’s depths. Suddenly, the fingers
were gone and she felt empty, as though there was a vacuum where
they had been.

Denise stood and removed her dress, then climbed over Jan’s face.
For the first time, Jan was looking at another woman’s pussy from a
distance of not more than two or three inches. She didn’t think she
wanted to do this, but knew it was a requirement if she wanted
Denise to make her come. Jan’s hands went to the soft mounds of
Denise’s ass and pulled her forward so Jan’s tongue could just
reach the lips. Tentatively, she extended her tongue and licked
along the length of the slit. The lips were very wet and Jan found
that the taste was slightly tart, but not entirely unpleasant.
Without warning, Denise pushed her hips forward and down and Jan
found her nose pressed hard against the protruding clitoris. At
first, she was afraid she would not be able to breath, but soon
learned that she could suck in air at the sides of her mouth as she
worked her tongue between the inner lips. She realized that Denise
was literally fucking her face, her hips moving in imitation of
intercourse with a man. Jan licked and sucked as best she could
until Denise pushed hard against her face and started coming.
Liquid was leaking from her vagina onto Jan’s face and into her
open mouth and Jan started sucking it into her mouth and swallowing
as it came.

Finally, Denise pulled away and knelt by Jan’s side. She once again
inserted three fingers deep into Jan and scooped up some of the
fluid that was present in copious supply. She withdrew her wet
fingers and brought them to Jan’s face which was shiny with
Denise’s own fluids. “Now, taste yourself, and compare.”, she
instructed and the fingers were in Jan’s mouth and she could tell
the difference. She didn’t know if it was because of her incredible
sate of arousal, but she sucked hungrily at the fingers and found
that she tasted wonderful. Denise repeated the procedure twice, the
last time rubbing the liquid across Jan’s forehead and into her
hair. Then, she quickly inserted all four fingers again and started
to work the hand in and out of Jan’s vagina rapidly. She drew her
hand out and when she started to push back in, Jan was aware of
something being different. The hand felt much bigger and Jan
realized that Denise was using her thumb as well. The other woman
did not relent and Jan felt her entire fist stretching the entrance
and working its way fully into her belly. Denise leaned down and
said, “Come now, Jan.” It wouldn’t have mattered if she had been
told to or not. It couldn’t be stopped and she heard herself crying
out again as Denise fucked her with her fist. Jan’s hands went to
her stomach and felt the large knot rippling the surface as it
moved up and down the length of her vagina. Her body spasm’d and
she was aware that she was screaming as wave after wave of her
climax ran through her. She was half aware of Dan, standing by the
bed watching as Denise took her over the edge and, once again, she
drifted away to oblivion.

The Analyst Part3

Sunday, December 23rd, 2007

When the two women had returned to their seats, Jan was as hot as
she could ever remember being. If someone had asked, she thought,
she would lie on the table and let them fuck her right there. She
glanced around the room and saw that most of the other members were
busy with each other and gave no indication that they had seen her
“performance” but one older gentleman smiled at her and tipped an
invisible hat. She felt herself beginning to blush and was about to
ask Dan if they could go back to his place when the lights dimmed
appreciably and a spotlight illuminated the center of the curtain
before her.

A very handsome young man (about 25, she guessed) stepped through
the center opening and welcomed members and guests to the club. He
was dressed in formal attire and had a very full mustache. The time
had arrived, he announced, for the evening’s entertainment. As a
beginning, Member, Kathy had brought along a young man she would
like to introduce to the group. A petit, blonde woman rose from a
table to Jan’s right and walked to the stage as the curtains were
parting to reveal a long, low, padded platform in the center of the
stage. New spotlights came up slowly to light the platform in
shades of blue and green. Kathy was accompanied by a huge, dark
skinned man. He appeared to be at least six feet, six and was very
muscular with broad shoulders. Kathy had him stand in front of the
platform and spoke to the audience. “Fellow members, I would like
you all to meet Kevin. He has graciously consented to come with me
tonight (a slight giggle) to demonstrate his unique talent.
Please, show them what I mean, Kevin.” Kevin’s lips parted and the
pink tip of his tongue protruded between them. Before Jan’s amazed
eyes, and those of others in the room, the tongue seemed to just
keep coming farther and farther out of his mouth. Fully extended,
it looked to be almost six inches long and Jan thought, “This has
got to be some kind of a trick or joke.” He began to move it up and
down and she knew that it was real. When he lowered it, the tip was
well below his chin and when he held it up, it completely obscured
his nose and his sparkling eyes could be seen on either side. As he
was giving his little display, Kathy was untying the sash at her
waist and removed her wrap around dress to reveal that she was
wearing only a pink garter belt and white stockings underneath.

Kathy lay on the low platform at an angle and Jan could clearly see
her hairless pussy between her wide spread legs. The difference in
size between this giant man and the tiny Kathy was almost comical
and Jan had a momentary vision of what it would look like if he
were to try make love with little Kathy. Her head would be about
even with his stomach, she thought, and found herself getting even
more aroused as she tried to picture it. Kevin removed his shirt
and was nude to the waist as he knelt between the small woman’s
legs and started to lick her calves and thighs. As he worked his
way up to the exposed lips of her shaved pussy, Jan couldn’t resist
the impulse to move her hand under the edge of her short skirt and
place two fingers on her clit. She started to rub it lightly as she
watched the show before her. A large TV monitor lit up at the back
of the stage and it was clear that there was a video camera
somewhere overhead in a position to give a clear, close up view of
what was happening on the platform. She wanted to look for the
camera, but couldn’t tear her eyes away from Kevin’s long tongue
gently sweeping up and down Karen’s open slit. He inserted the tip
between the lips and moved his head forward to enter her two or
three inches. Jan’s eyes jumped to the monitor where she could get
a closer look as he inserted and withdrew his monster tongue. Kathy
was squeezing her nipples and running her hands over her breasts
and flat stomach as she moaned in obvious pleasure at the deep
penetration Kevin was able to achieve. Jan was fingering her clit
faster and harder as Karen cried out with the beginning of her
orgasm and, in the monitor, she could see Kevin extend his tongue
as far as possible and move his head forward until his nose was
pressed tight against Kathy’s pubic bone. He stayed that way while
she bucked and kneaded her firm breasts while she called out in
release.

Finally, Kevin withdrew from Kathy and his face gleamed with her
juices in the spotlights. Kathy, still shaken from the intensity of
her orgasm, raised herself up on one elbow and said to the
audience, “As you can see, Kevin is quite unusual, but… there’s
more.” She smiled up at Kevin and he released the top of his pants.
He was facing away from the audience as he lowered the pants and
stepped out of them. When he turned around, there was an audible
gasp from several tables (Jan thought she might have been one of
them, but wasn’t sure). Kevin’s cock was at least ten inches long
and an inch and a half to two inches in diameter. It wasn’t
completely hard, yet but seemed quite firm nonetheless. Karen stood
beside him and bending only a little took the large head between
her lips and sucked at it. She used both hands to slide along the
sides of the shaft and Jan could see that it was growing as she
watched. When it was almost twelve inches long (and fatter, if that
was possible), Karen turned to the members and guests and said,
“Unfortunately, my pelvic anatomy is a bit small to make full use
of this wonderful member but we’re working on it a little at a
time.” She smiled up at the giant beside her and winked. “I would
like to suggest that a volunteer come up here so we can see how
well Kevin uses that which nature has provided.

Hands shot up all over the room and Jan heard calls of “Oh, God.
Let me do it.” and “Please… me!” Dan stood and addressed Karen.
He spoke quietly, but the noise of the room quickly abated so he
could be heard. Jan sensed that Dan was one of the more dominant
members of this group and he was granted deference in all things.
“I have with me a first time guest.”, he said, and Jan’s heart
began to pound in her throat. “And, I would like to ask the
indulgence of those here assembled to allow my friend, Jan, to
sample this marvelous discovery first.” He can’t really mean it.”,
she thought, “There is no way I’m going to let that monster tear me
apart.” She looked at Dan with fire in her eyes and mouthed the
word, “NO!” He stood beside her, holding her arm in his hand, and
whispered, “Karen has already assured me that Kevin has complete
control and will not allow you to be hurt in any way. He will give
you only what you can accept and stop when you tell him to. You
see, this is a little gift that Karen and I worked up especially
for you and I really hope you won’t spoil the surprise.”

Suddenly, Jan understood the full extent of the power Dan had over
her. She knew without question that she would ascend to the stage,
undress before all these people and accept as much of that huge
member into her body as she could. She didn’t know why, but she
knew she was going to do it. Dan walked with her to the edge of the
stage and gave her hand to Karen who helped her step up. As the
petit blonde removed Jan’s clothes, she was even more struck with
how small Karen really was. When Jan was completely nude (Karen had
even taken off her garter belt and stockings), she turned to face
Kevin. His body was well muscled without a hint of fat and his skin
was a light brown. It was hard to tell from his face if he was
Italian, Spanish or a mix of several nationalities, but one thing
he was was beautiful. Not just handsome, but truly beautiful. He
bent quickly to kiss her lips and she tasted a hint of Karen’s
musky wetness on his mouth. He pressed down lightly on her
shoulders and she found herself slowly descending along his
gorgeous body. As she lowered herself to her knees, she leaned
forward to place a small kiss on his solid stomach, then she was
face to face with his tremendous member. She glanced to the side to
see if she could locate Dan, but the spotlights made it hard to
make out more than general shapes and she was glad that she
couldn’t see the audience she knew was watching her.

Jan lifted Kevin’s cock with both hands and placed the head against
her lips. It was quite heavy, as she had expected, but much
smoother than she had imagined. It felt almost like satin to the
touch and she extended her tongue to press against the small slit
at its end. “How strange,”, she thought, “that such a large cock
would have a normal size opening.” She licked her lips to moisten
them and allowed them to part as she moved forward capturing the
head. She had thought Robert was large, but the best she could do
with Kevin was the head and one or two inches beyond. Her mouth
simply wouldn’t open far enough to take more. Out of the corner of
her eye, she noticed the TV monitor and saw that there was
apparently another camera at a low level as her face filled the
screen. She normally didn’t think of herself as pretty and when she
looked in the mirror, all she seemed to notice were the small
defects that no one else ever saw. But, in the monitor, she saw for
the first time what a truly beautiful woman she was (or, at least,
could be). She also saw her mouth stretched wider than she would
have imagined possible and Kevin’s tremendous member sliding in and
out between her lips through a combination of her motion and a
gentle swaying of his hips. She thought how sad it was that he had
probably never experienced a real oral loving as most “normal” men
were capable of. While she was doing her best to make Kevin enjoy
the limited access to her warm, wet mouth, she felt Karen applying
a liberal coating of slippery lubricant around and in her pussy and
suddenly remembered why she had been brought on stage. She felt a
slight panic race through her body and looked up to see Kevin
smiling down at her. She felt that Dan had told her the truth and
trusted Kevin to take it slow and allow her to adjust. He had most
likely had plenty of experience with that.

Soon, Karen lifted her gently away from Kevin and had her lay in
the same position Karen had occupied earlier. “Have to be in the
right place for the camera.”, Jan thought with an internal chuckle,
and realized that everything was probably being recorded on video
tape as well. She hoped this adventure wouldn’t come back to haunt
her, but at the moment all she cared about was having Kevin in her
body and she could deal with everything else later. He moved
between her spread legs and leaned down to kiss her. He parted her
lips with the tip of his tongue and she half feared and half hoped
he would fill her mouth with it. He didn’t, but raised back up on
his hands to watch as she reached down and guided him toward the
thoroughly lubricated entrance to her vagina. She slipped the head
up and down along her slit a few times, then released him to use
her hands to spread the lips wide in anticipation of his first
attempt at entry. He came forward only enough to lodge the wide
head between her open lips and stopped. By tilting her head back
only a little, she was able to get an upside down view of his cock
about to enter her body in the large monitor. She watched in
fascination as he came forward little by little until the head had
disappeared entirely. It was a weird sensation to watch that other
woman on the screen being penetrated by a huge male member as she
felt the pressure against the walls of her own vagina as it was
entered simultaneously.

She released her soft lips and raised her arms to stroke his strong
sides and what little of his back she could reach. “So far, so
good.”, she thought. There was a definite sense of being stretched,
but it seemed his girth was not going to be an insurmountable
problem. The head was all the way inside her and she felt him flex
back and forth a little rubbing the bulb against her inner lips and
the ridge that formed just beyond them. In addition to the more
than adequate lubrication Kathy had supplied, Jan could tell that
she was producing lots of fluid on her own and Kevin slid tightly,
but easily in and out. She looked down as about two inches of his
cock followed the head into her depths and felt the firm edges of
his head touching deeper parts of her. She let out a gasp and Kevin
looked concerned that he might have hurt her. “It’s all right.”,
she whispered, “It just caught me by surprise a little.” Reassured
that she was O.K., he started moving in and out, gaining just a
little more depth with each stroke. She was on the verge of an
orgasm, now, and she put the back of her hand against her mouth and
bit against it so that she wouldn’t cry out. When it came, biting
her hand didn’t help much and she heard her self let out a sharp
squeak, followed by a long moan. She was coming hard and he hadn’t
even gotten very far into her yet. What had she gotten herself
into? Was it possible to be fucked to death? He was still working
himself deeper and she was feeling as full as she had ever been in
her life. When the head bumped against her cervix, a new orgasm
began even before the first one had subsided and she was pushed
even higher. He stopped moving and held himself all the way into
her as her head thrashed from side to side and she heard herself
almost screaming with the intensity of her climax. She caught
occasional glimpses of the monitor and saw that there were still at
least four inches of Kevin outside her body. She wanted it all! She
wanted him into her until his stomach was pressing against hers,
but knew it was impossible. On impulse, she ran her hands across
her flat tummy and could feel the rise where his shaft was pressing
against the top of her vagina. He started fucking in and out from
her depths to a point where the head was just barely inside and
back again. She was coming continuously and thought she might
actually pass out from the intensity of it, but she stayed with him
and sensed when he was getting close to his own orgasm. She pulled
his face against hers and kissed him hard, then whispered in his
ear, “I want you to come in my mouth!”

That was all he needed. Immediately, he pulled out of her and moved
up to kneel beside her head. Jan opened her mouth wide and worked
his shaft with both hands. She was desperate to feel him pumping
and taste his warm cum. Her hands were soaked with her own juices
as she stroked his entire length and they slid easily along his
cock. She felt the first contractions with her thumbs along the
underside of this incredible instrument of pleasure. Almost at the
same time, a large spurt hit the inside of her cheek and ran down
to her throat. Soon, she felt as if she were taking a shower in his
hot sperm as it fell all over her face and into her mouth. She
didn’t think he was ever going to stop. She was certain there had
been at least ten strong spurts and he was still releasing small
ones every few seconds. Finally, it was over and she pulled him to
her mouth where she took in as much as she could and sucked hard as
if trying to drain him completely (which she was).

She was aware of riotous cheering and applause but couldn’t seem to
remember where she was or why people were cheering for a minute.
When it came back to her, she saw that the curtain was closed and
the monitor was off. Kevin lay down beside her and covered her body
with his strong arm as she drifted off to sleep.

The Analyst Part2

Saturday, December 22nd, 2007

Gradually, Jan’s involvement with Dan became more intense and more
“perverted” as she started to think of it. He would tie her to the
bed or a table and use all of her openings with his hands, mouth,
cock or any one of several toys he kept on hand for the purpose.
Occasionally, he used small clips on her nipples and vaginal lips
to “heighten her sensations”, but when he could see that he was
causing any real pain, he would back off. As he introduced her to
new experiences, there were a couple of times she thought about
saying “that’s enough”, but in each case, she held it back and
ended up enjoying some new sensation. She continued to see Dr.
Stevens regularly and report her activities. After which, they
would talk about how she was feeling and each new adventure seemed
to increase her sense of complete freedom. The doctor was concerned
that Jan was starting to think of her body as Dan’s possession and
asked if her new private life had been effecting her business life.
Jan said she thought she was becoming even tougher at the office
and that the knowledge that she could let everything go with Dan
gave her a new strength to face the challenges of work.

One evening, she was standing, nude, before Dan as he probed her
vagina with his fingers. She was very wet and excited and he told
her to put on her blouse, skirt and shoes. They were going out for
a little while. She started to pull on her panties, but he said,
“No. Just wear what I said.” She had been wearing a short skirt
(about six inches above the knee) and a semi-transparent silk
blouse when he picked her up at her hotel and she knew that her
nipples would show clearly through the thin material. She also knew
it would be almost impossible to sit in the short skirt without
revealing her nakedness beneath it. She wanted to ask where they
were going, but instead, she dressed as he had instructed and went
with him to the car. As they drove, he put his right hand under her
skirt to continue fingering her and told her that they were going
to a small private club where she would be seen by several men and
women he knew. Jan was to do nothing to conceal any part of her
body from view while they were in the club, and she should act like
there was nothing at all unusual in the way she was dressed.

She was very frightened when he parked the car and came around to
let her out. They entered an unmarked door to a large, brownstone
row house in an area of town that she didn’t know. It was a quiet
residential neighborhood similar to Dan’s, but seemed to be
somewhat older. When they were in the house, she was surprised to
find it set up much like a small nightclub with a bar along one
wall and small tables around the large, open room. The back wall
was covered by a dark blue curtain and there was a rack of stage
lights in front of the curtain. She thought that there must be a
stage of some sort behind the curtain so that the club could offer
entertainment. All in all, the club looked very elegant. Each table
had a linen table cloth and was surrounded by plush, padded chairs.
The walls were paneled in dark pine and she noted that the drinks
were served in crystal. There were, perhaps thirty people in the
room when they entered and Dan escorted her to a table near the
back. An attractive couple was seated there and they greeted Dan as
he approached. Jan was introduced to Robert and Denise and Dan held
a chair for her to sit next to Robert. As she seated herself, she
was aware of Roberts eyes focused intently on hers. She started to
cross her legs but remembered her total lack of undergarments and,
instead, smoothed her skirt in her lap. She started to push the
material between her legs but caught a disapproving look from Dan
and left it as it was. Dan had placed the chair so that her legs
were pointed at Robert and she knew he could see most of her thighs
(at least). She looked at Denise and saw that the other woman was
staring at her breasts. Denise was in a low cut green dress and it
was obvious that she was also braless. After a few seconds, Denise
raised her eyes to Jan’s and smiled.

They talked for awhile and she noticed that Dan sometimes placed
his hand high up on Denise’s thigh as they spoke. Finally, he
turned to Jan and said, “The members of this club are all very
close and we tend not to be overly possessive.” Then, he smiled and
nodded to Robert and reached out to grasp Denise’s nipples through
the material of her dress. Jan could tell that he was pressing
very hard with his thumbs and forefingers as Denise closed her
eyes, tilted her head back slightly and said, “Ummmmm…” As she
was watching, she felt Robert’s hand touch her knee and gave an
involuntary jerk. She looked at Dan who was watching her intently
but he gave no indication of what she should do. She was sure he
knew what Robert was doing and decided she had better wait for a
signal. Robert’s hand quickly found it’s way up her smooth leg and
when he reached her bush, he immediately pushed his middle finger
deep between her wet lips and probed the top of her vagina for her
G-spot. He found it and a warm glow enveloped her as his finger
moved back and forth. When Robert withdrew his hand, he turned and
placed the moist finger at Denise’s lips. Dan was still pinching
her nipples as she parted her lips and, looking directly into Jan’s
eyes, licked and sucked Jan’s fresh juices into her mouth.

Jan couldn’t believe what was happening. She was sitting in some
sort of private club with a couple she had just met and everyone
seemed to take complete liberties with everyone else. She looked
around and saw that there was quite a bit of kissing and touching
going on at other tables as well and had decided that it was the
norm when she saw something two tables away that made her sit up
and gasp (she tried, but couldn’t stop the gasp). A beautiful red
haired woman was kneeling between the legs of an attractive man and
giving him head. His hands were on the sides of her head and he was
moving her up and down on his shaft as he watched her intently.
Suddenly, she saw him move her head away from his lap and the
redhead opened her mouth wide to accept his ejaculation. Even at
this distance, Jan could see it shooting into her mouth and she
suddenly felt extremely excited. She had seen a few porno movies,
but this was the first time she had actually watched something like
this. Jan began to realize that Dan was speaking to her very
softly. “As you can see, we are all very liberal in our attitude
about sex here. I was just thinking how nice it would be if you
would show Robert that you are at least as accomplished in the oral
arts as Carol over there.” (He nodded toward the redhead) Jan
didn’t know what to do or say. She stammered, “I couldn’t.. but
he… please don’t….” Dan smiled at her, “You know that you must
do as I request… Unless you are ready for me to take you back to
your hotel, of course.”

A wild mix of crazy emotions raced through Jan’s head. She was
incredibly aroused by what she had just witnessed and Robert’s
probing of her vagina, but how could she possibly suck a man she
had just met, in plain sight of anyone who chose to watch? She
looked at Robert and saw that he had opened his pants and was
holding a rather large erection in his hand, stroking it slowly.
She glanced at Denise who smiled and said, “Please, Jan, I’d like
to see if you can handle more of Robert than I can.” She moved
between his open legs as if in a dream, but she knew that she was
going to do as Dan had “asked”. Up close, Robert’s cock was even
bigger than her first impression had indicated. He removed his
hand and she guessed that it had to be at least eight or nine
inches long and very fat as well. She leaned forward to capture the
head between her lips and found that she had to open her mouth very
wide to accomplish even that. She closed her eyes so she wouldn’t
know if others were watching and started moving up and down just a
little as she switched her tongue back and forth under the spongy
head entering her mouth. Gradually, she took a little more and felt
it pressing against her tongue and the roof of her mouth at the
same time. In less than a minute, she was lost in what she was
doing and could think of nothing but making Robert give her his hot
sperm. She toyed with his balls as she opened her eyes and looked
up to his face. He was watching her and gave encouragement with
small grunts and moans. She estimated that she was taking a little
over half his length, now and her jaw was starting to ache a bit
from its constant extension. That didn’t matter. It didn’t even
matter who might be watching. The only thing that mattered was that
she accept as much of him as possible and taste his cum soon.

Jan was consciously trying to accept more of Robert with each
forward thrust of her head. Without knowing what Denise’s limits
were, Jan felt challenged to better them if she could. She thought
that would make Dan very proud of her. When the head brushed
against the entrance to her throat, she thought she might gag and
backed off a fraction of an inch. Robert was holding on to the
arms of his chair (not trying to force her head down as some men
might do) and obviously very close to orgasm. She moved forward a
little and felt the head touch her again, but forced back the
reflex and held him there. Still holding her breath, she moved down
a little more and felt him beginning to enter the top of her
throat. She had two or three inches left to go and was
contemplating if she could go all the way when she felt the first
jerk along the length of his shaft and new that he was coming.
Reluctantly, she pulled free and held him just beyond her wide open
lips as a spurt of semen jetted far back into her mouth. She worked
him with her hands as he continued to rain cum onto her tongue and
over her lips. For the first time, she realized that Denise had
come to kneel beside her and was watching intently as she drained
Robert dry. When he was finished and beginning to soften, Denise
turned Jan’s head and pushed her tongue deep into Jan’s mouth to
share Robert’s salty flavor. Jan had never been french kissed by a
woman before and was startled at how soft Denise’s lips felt and at
how small and frail Denise’s tongue felt in her mouth. When they
broke the kiss, she had not swallowed and let a little of the sperm
drip from her lips. Denise licked it onto the tip of her tongue and
took it into her mouth, then smiled at Jan and said,
“Congratulations, you have broken my previous record. I guess I’ll
have to try harder, next time.” and she winked at Robert.

Retelling this tale of her first semi-public debauchery to Dr.
Stevens, Jan felt positively depraved that she had done anything so
openly sexual but also intensely excited to be sharing this most
intimate story with another woman. The doctor asked Jan why she
thought she had been willing to expose herself this way in front of
strangers and she responded, “First, I knew it was what Dan wanted
me to do and didn’t feel I had the power to refuse. When I saw
Robert with his cock in his hand, I knew that I would do it even
before I was ready to admit it to myself. And there was a strange
feeling of power in being able to make him come whenever I wanted
to. I didn’t know any of the people there, other than Dan, and
wouldn’t ever have to see them again if I didn’t want to, so I felt
that I could be an anonymous ’slut’ (there, I’ve finally said the
word I’ve thought so many times) without anyone knowing in my ‘real
life’ and I found that extremely exciting.”

The Analyst

Friday, December 21st, 2007

Jan had started seeing Doctor Stevens only after getting tremendous
pressure from her best friend, Donna. Jan insisted that she really
didn’t have a problem that required the services of a psychiatrist,
but Donna insisted that she talk to Dr. Stevens, so she went. Jan
still believed that she didn’t need to go, but had been learning so
much about herself and her life that she went each week. Besides,
she really liked the Doctor, and could afford the visits, so why
not.

I should pause, here to tell you a little about Jan. She is Vice
President of Sales with a medium size electronics manufacturer in
the midwest. She is respected by everyone who deals with her as a
tough but fair executive who knows her business and manages people
very effectively. Her sales force calls her “The Iron Lady” but not
in her presence. It is obvious the first time you meet her that she
is a beautiful woman who could easily have become a top paid model
or actress but in her role as a business woman, she tones the
beauty down to “attractive” by her dress, demeanor and sparing use
of makeup. She wears very conservative business suits, doesn’t
smoke and drinks only a little wine on social occasions. Jan is
thirty-six, but most people believe she is only in her late
twenties. Those who know her a little better are aware of the fact
that she has been divorced for about three years from a man who
tried for five to deal with her strong personality but finally
admitted defeat and went to live with a woman almost ten years his
junior and seems to be ecstatically happy, now. Jan has seen three
men off and on, since her divorce but is “too busy” to think about
a long term relationship. Her only close female friend is Donna,
whom she has known since college and whom she trusts with her
deepest, darkest secrets. In fact, Donna is one of the few people
in the world who know about Jan’s “other life”, the one that
prompted her to insist that Jan talk with Dr. Stevens.

Six months ago, Jan was on a business trip to Boston when she met a
man in the hotel bar and found her self talking with him for hours.
Dan was unlike anyone she had ever known. From the first, she was
fascinated by his quiet manner and soft speech and the
contradiction represented by the “fire” she saw in his eyes. He
made no attempt to pick her up or hit on her. In fact, she was the
one who kept the conversation going and she began to realize that
she would have to say “goodnight” to this fascinating man and might
never see him again. That prospect made her sad and she resolved
not to let it happen. When it was time for her to return to her
room, she initiated an exchange of phone numbers and said she hoped
they could get together on her next trip to Boston. He smiled as
they parted and kissed her very softly on the cheek (somehow, she
had hoped for more).

The next trip was only two weeks later. She told herself that it
was important that she follow up with the new potential customer
right away but deep inside she knew that the Northeast Regional
Sales Manager was the best in the company and could easily handle
things at this early stage of negotiations. She had never before
arranged a business trip for personal reasons and refused to admit
to herself that she was doing so now. Dan picked her up at her
hotel and they talked of nothing in particular as he drove her to a
small French restaurant. Over dinner, she found herself drifting
away from the conversation several times as she tried to gain an
understanding of what she was seeing and feeling in his eyes. Over
coffee, she told him that she really didn’t want the lovely evening
to end (hoping he would take the hint). He said, “We could stop by
my place for a nightcap, if you like.” She had to restrain herself
from blurting out “Oh, Yes!” and said, demurely, “I think that
might be very nice.” Dan looked at her for several moments, then
took her hand gently into both of his. It was like an electric
shock and she only half heard him say, “But, there is something I
think you need to know…” When he knew that his words had reached
her brain, he continued, “I am a very strong willed man and I
require my lovers to place themselves completely under my control.
If you don’t feel comfortable with that, perhaps it would be better
if we had our nightcap at the bar in your hotel.”

Jan only partly understood the meaning of his words, but she knew,
without question, that she had to be alone with him and the sooner,
the better. Her mouth was dry as she nodded slightly and replied,
“I’d really prefer your place.” They talked a little as they drove
to his house but Jan’s mind was filled with questions. She really
didn’t know Dan very well and had surprised herself by saying she
would go with him. She had a strong sense that she could trust him
and needed desperately to be in his arms and feel his body pressing
against hers.

It was a fairly large, old house on a quiet residential street and
it was obviously well cared for. Even in the dark, she could see
that the lawn was well manicured and dotted with big, old oak
trees. He parked the car in the drive and came around to open her
door. He took her hand lightly as they walked up the front steps.
He unlocked the door and reached in to turn on the hall light
before allowing her to enter. When they were in, he closed and
relocked the door then, escorted her to a very modern looking great
room. It was clear that someone had remodeled the old house
extensively and the great room had probably once been a living room
and dining room. She turned and offered herself for the kiss that
she fully expected. He took her (so gently) into his arms and their
lips met. Almost immediately, their tongues were teasing each other
and she felt a great welling up of need and desire. Too soon, he
broke the kiss and stepped back slightly, holding her hands in his.

“As I told you,” he began, “I will expect you to do exactly as I
ask. If, at any time, you want to stop, you must say ‘That’s
enough’. When you say those words, our time together will be at an
end and I will take you back to your hotel. Do you understand?” She
was shaken by the stern tone of his voice and the seriousness of
his words, but she nodded. Jan was beginning to understand that she
was to be submissive to his wishes and she found herself both
frightened and excited by the situation. “After all”, she
reassured herself, “I can stop it any time I want.” It never
occurred to her that she would soon lack any desire for her time
with Dan to end.

“First, I want you to remove your pantyhose and panties.”, he
directed. She started to protest, but he held up his hand. There
was no mistaking the meaning of his gesture and she found herself
standing before him taking off her shoes, followed by her
undergarments as he had instructed. She looked around for someplace
to put the items she had just taken off but there was nothing
within reach so she just dropped them at her side. “Now, kneel down
and open my pants.”, he said quietly. Her skirt was short enough
that when she knelt, she could feel the soft carpet against her
knees, and she reached forward to loosten his belt and unzip his
fly. She was moving as if in a dream, now, and lowered his pants
and briefs to the floor. His semi-hard cock hung between his legs
and she was impressed with its size and shape and wanted to touch
it but wasn’t sure if she was supposed to wait for instructions, so
she did nothing. Dan kicked off his shoes, pulled his socks free
and pushed the pile of clothing aside with his foot. He removed the
rest of his clothes in silence as she knelt motionless before him.
When he was completely undressed, he said, “Show me how you suck
cock.” The words stung her. “Why does he have to be so direct?”,
she wondered and looked up into his eyes. He smiled and said,
“Remember, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
Using both hands, she guided the head of his penis between her lips
and began to lick it with her tongue. She was so aroused that she
could feel her juices beginning to leak from her vagina and run
down the inside of her thighs.

This is essentially the story she told Dr. Stevens on her second
visit. The first visit had been spent getting to know one another
a little and learning to feel comfortable in the doctor’s office.
The second time, Dr. Stevens had said, almost immediately, “Tell me
about why you decided to see me.” Jan really didn’t know how to
begin so she just started talking about how she had met Dan and
ended up becoming his “slave” and how “out of character” it was for
her to behave this way but she didn’t want to stop. Dr. Stevens
rested her chin on her fingers as she listened to Jan’s story and
when Jan had paused, reflecting on the scene she was describing,
the doctor asked, “How did you feel when he was in your mouth?” “I
wanted to taste his sperm.”, Jan blurted out, then said, “I’m.. I’m
sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” The doctor leaned forward to
touch her hand and said, “Of course you should. If that’s how you
felt. I need to know your feelings and I don’t want you to hold
back because you think you may shock me.”

After a short pause, Jan went on. “It was really weird. Dan is an
O.K. looking guy but not the type I would usually be attracted to.
But, when he told me, straight out, that he wanted me to suck him,
it was as though there was nothing else in the world I wanted more
than to make him come in my mouth. It only took a few minutes
before he tensed and I felt the fist spurts hit the roof of my
mouth and I had to start swallowing. He told me not to swallow but
just let it run out my mouth so I did as he said and I could feel
it running down my chin and neck. I’ve never really enjoyed the
taste and feel of sperm before, but I remember thinking how
beautiful it was at that moment.”

“When it was over, Dan told me to get down on my hands and knees
and I felt him lift my skirt all the way up and lay it on my back.
I felt very strange with my ass exposed like that but I couldn’t do
anything else. Besides, I felt a thrill like I’ve never known
before and wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me. I think I
knew he was going to use my ass, but I pretended that I didn’t know
what he intended and just waited, kneeling on the floor while he
went to a table and took something out of a drawer. In one way, I
dearly wanted to look to see what he was doing, but in a more
powerful way, I didn’t want to know. So, I stayed with my eyes
focused on the carpet before me as he returned and started applying
some kind of lubricant between my cheeks. He came around in front
of me and held out a vibrator that was very narrow at the end, but
gradually widened a little. About half way along it’s length, it
became much wider and stayed that width to its very large base. Dan
said, ‘This will help you become ready for me and I think you’ll
find it quite interesting on its own. Have you ever had a man in
your ass?’ I looked up at him and said (quite truthfully) ‘No.’
Then, he went behind me and I felt the tip of the vibrator nudge
against my anus. He turned it on very low and moved it around a
little before working just the end into my opening. As he held it
there, I was aware that my vagina was positively flowing and I
waited for more. He was so slow and gentle, that there was never
any pain as he moved the narrow end in and out in a kind of rhythm
and pushed more and more into me until he reached the place where
it bulged out wider. Dan put his hand on my back and said, ‘This
may hurt just a little, but it won’t last long.’ I tensed at his
words and he said, ‘No. You must remain relaxed.’ and he pushed
forward steadily as I felt myself stretching to accept the wider
part. There was a sharp pain as I opened farther than I would have
thought possible, but it started to disappear almost immediately as
I felt the whole vibrator sliding in to the depths of my bottom. He
turned up the speed and started fucking me with this devilish toy
as I grunted and groaned and found myself pushing back to meet each
thrust.”

“Suddenly, he pulled it out. I gasped and I felt him place the head
of his cock against my slightly open anus. He pressed forward
steadily until his stomach was resting against my cheeks and his
legs were tight against mine. I could feel him all the way up
inside me and I started to come. I kept coming as he fucked my ass
as deeply as he could until he finally came and slowly withdrew.”

Dr. Stevens was quiet for a while, then asked, “Jan, why do you
think you liked it?” “I think it’s because I’m always in control at
work”, Jan replied, “and I really don’t have a very exciting life
outside the office. I know I was searching for something before I
met Dan, and now I feel like I’ve found it. The other thing is that
it seems so ‘dirty’. I was raised in a very strict environment and
all through college and my career, I’ve worked hard at being very
serious and straight. I remember thinking, as Dan’s sperm was
dripping down my chin, ‘If my sales people could only see their
boss, now!’ It was really very exciting to think about but, of
course, I could never let anyone know I did anything like that (let
alone, loved it). It’s hard enough for a woman to be taken
seriously in the business world without having people think you’re
some kind of nymphomaniac or pervert.”

“Do you think you’re a nymphomaniac or pervert?”, Dr. Stevens
asked. Jan thought for a while, then replied, “I guess I don’t
know. In a way, what I let Dan do to, and with, me seems perverted
but when I’m with him, I just feel so free. That sounds funny,
doesn’t it? That I would feel so free when I’m being his slave? Dr.
Stevens was quiet for a few minutes, then said, softly, “Are you
going to keep seeing him?” Jan’s response was immediate. “I don’t
think I could stop. And, I don’t think I want to. Do you think I
should?” “I won’t tell you what to do”, the doctor answered, “but I
am a little concerned for your safety. Suppose Dan decides to go
too far and no one even knows you’re with him?” Jan said, “I really
don’t believe that will happen, but it’s a good point. Would it be
all right if I leave a message on your answering machine when I’m
going to see him, so at least you’ll know?” Dr. Stevens agreed, and
told Jan she wanted her to think through what she was doing and
why, so they could both understand it more fully. Jan said she
would.

Ahoy There

Thursday, December 20th, 2007

It wasn’t a typical New York scene. The loud, congested bustle of
Times Square was much the same as usual. However, as I walked north on
Broadway I stopped dead in my tracks. On the corner was a large group
of foreign sailors. They were awfully darned cute in their navy blue
uniforms and white hats. I took advantage of the red light although I
usually cross against it anyway, if my life isn’t in immediate peril to look
them over. They each had a band around the brim of their hats that read
“Jeanne D’Arc.” Joan of Arc. Obviously their ship was in. Noticing one
particularly handsome sailor in his early twenties who flashed me a shy
smile, I wondered if my ship had come in, too.
They were crowded together studying a map. I asked them in my
very basic French if they needed directions. They all suddenly brightened
at hearing a stranger speak their native tongue and ignored the map and
crowded around me. I don’t know about you, but, having a dozen very
humpy twenty-year-old French sailors some on them with baskets the
size of the proverbial loaf of French bread squeezing closer to me from
every side suddenly made me a very friendly New Yorker.
The one I had already made a mental note of was the closest. He
had close cropped brown hair, handsome regular features, a dark tan and
a pair of green eyes that made my heart melt. He also had arms that
strained the fabric of his tunic to the bursting point, and a French loaf
dressed down the front of his thigh that looked like it could feed a family
of six with leftovers.
I asked them where they wanted to go. Twenty-four shoulders and
a dozen lower lips raised themselves into elaborate shrugs. They were
easy. They just wanted to have some fun. They had come to the right
place. New York is fun. And I’m easy.
My favorite emerald eyes introduced himself as Philippe (it
sounded like “Fleep”). He told me that he heard that Greenwich Village
was fun. I told him that it could be. The gang had a vociferous,
gesticulating vote. Half decided they wanted to go to the Village. The
other half, the less cute half, I might add, sour grapes or not wanted to go
into one of the porn theaters.
There was one small problem. I was on my way to meet my friend,
Linda. She was just about to finish work. We were supposed to see a
movie, but, how could I relinquish my new-found calling as unofficial New
York Ambassador to see some stupid film? Especially since Philippe was
leaning the entire weight of his loaf against my thigh?
I came up with an idea. (No mean feat considering the fact that the
blood normally apportioned for use in my brain had engorged a more
southerly region.) We were standing right beside a pay phone. I waved
good-bye to the half dozen deserters who straggled into a dingy theater
to see a movie that featured the word “muffs” prominently in its title.
Miracle of miracles, it was a pay phone in working order. I reached
my hand into my pocket coming into brief contact with the blood that
had momentarily abandoned my brain and dug out a quarter. I dialed
Linda’s number.
“Linda Metzler,” she cooed in her That Girl voice.
“The Count of Monte Crisco,” I joked. Linda enjoyed an occasional
snappy comeback.
“David, you’re not calling to cancel on me, are you?” she
admonished. I could picture her pulling off her earring and readying
herself for battle.
“Now, Linda, keep an open mind…”
“David, the movie finishes tonight. It closes. It will cease to play in
a theater near you.”
“It’ll be out on video before you know it,” I offered weakly.
“I don’t wanna see it on video!” she snapped. “I want the big
screen. I want the Dolby sound. I want that bad, grease-soaked movie
popcorn!” Linda is a gal who wants it all.
“I’ll make it up to you,” I replied, forcing myself not to whine.
“You haven’t the equipment!” she snickered. (I knew it was just a
matter of time before she let out a zinger.)
“But, something’s come up!” I explained. “Something irresistible.”
“Knowing you, the only thing that’s come up is your little piece of
turkey gristle!” she fumed. Calling Linda a ball breaker would be like
calling Acme Wrecking a housecleaning service.
“But, I want to include you in my change of plans,” I fudged.
“And what might that be?” she asked with more than a hint of
disbelief.
“I don’t suppose you’d consider giving up the chance of sitting in a
darkened theater with someone who really didn’t want to be there for the
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity of spending an evening in the Village,
wining and dining a half-dozen incredibly sexy young French sailors? On
me.” I crossed my fingers for luck. There was silence at the other end of
the line.
“Linda? Are you there?”
“Well, I’ll have to go home and change my clothes first.”
“Change? Why?”
“Because I want to wear something a little more casual. Something
that shows a little cleavage. I’m gonna give you a run for your money,
honey!”
“Fine. Wear whatever you like. Just meet us at The Riviera when
you’re ready. We’ll be there. Okay?”
“Okay, Davy. But, remember, just because I’m being so goddamn
nice about this change of plans does not mean you don’t owe me.”
“Don’t worry. The thought never crossed my mind.”
I hung up and turned around to see my entourage waiting
expectantly. They looked so adorable, with the red pompoms on top of
their white hats and the ‘V’ of horizontal stripes across their chests, that I
hated to share them with Linda. She would be what you’d call a straight
female version of a chicken hawk. Well, I’d take my chances. But, if I
caught her so much as smiling at Philippe, I’d pluck her.
We started our march south. Heaven was smiling on me. Philippe
spoke English the best of the bunch. Coincidentally, I suddenly forgot
what little French I knew. He had to stick close. To translate.
The sailors found me riveting. You can’t really blame them.
Besides being New York’s only Goodwill Ambassador, I’m not that hard to
look at. I’m thirty. (Okay, thirty-two.) Tall and naturally slim. (Okay, so I
starve myself to fit into last year’s jeans.) And a natural blond. (Okay, so
I’m naturally a shade darker. That doesn’t mean I’m not a blond.) Suffice
to say that I’ve never been referred to as a troll, although I’ll admit to
having been called willowy once or twice, which I’m not. I belong to a
gym. (Okay, so it went bankrupt four years ago if it ever reopens, I’m sure
they’ll honor my membership.)
Our march was not without a few forced halts. One was at Macy’s.
The platoon wanted to buy some jeans. It was exhilarating. The
salesperson an older guy in a rather good rug and I couldn’t have been
more helpful. We commandeered the changing rooms and watched,
breathless, as one after the other squeezed themselves in and out of
countless pairs of jeans.
Philippe was shy. I nobly volunteered to curtain myself into a
cubicle with him. His shyness was soon explained. He hadn’t worn any
underwear. His tunic had to come off in one piece, leaving him wearing
nothing but his socks and a bit of foreskin. His cock hung heavily
between his legs. It was as big soft as a respectable one would be hard. I
had purposely selected a couple of pairs of jeans that I thought would be
a little on the small side. (They only knew their European sizes.) Crammed
into the tiny enclosure I could see his round white ass squirm and wriggle
in the mirror behind him as he pulled the jeans over his muscular thighs.
He was about to give up, but I told him that it was the fashion again to
wear them tight. (So I lied sue me!)
He managed to get them pulled up over his ass, but cramming his
cock and very sizable balls inside was a tricky maneuver. He had to
squeeze his balls down one leg and his cock down the other. I told him
the fabric would stretch and indicated that he should lift his arms over his
head and hold his breath. He obeyed. I knelt in front of him and tackled
the fly. They were button fronts. (Pure coincidence!) As I struggled with
the metal buttons and the stiff denim, I naturally huffed and puffed a
little as I strained to do them up. At that point, I’m sure my breath felt as
hot as a blow dryer set on full-power.
One of my fingers strayed teasingly down the leg that held his
cock. It wasn’t only the denim that was stiff! Throwing caution to the
wind, I grabbed the waistband at the back and yanked down for all I was
worth.
What a reward! His cock was semihard. The dark pink head was
peeking out from his receded foreskin. I wrapped one hand around the
thick base and in an instant it leapt to attention. I peered up and saw that
Philippe had leaned back against the mirror and closed his eyes. That was
invitation enough.
I scooped the skin backwards and slid the glistening pink head
into my mouth. He tasted like paradise. I knew that time was of the
essence, so I quickly jerked him as I sucked. With the other hand I played
with his smooth, heavy balls and sent a finger to scout the unknown
territory of his tightly puckered ass.
Just as my mission was about to be accomplished, we were cruelly
interrupted by voices outside the cubicle telling us they were ready to go.
We had no choice. We had to abandon ship.
I quickly helped Philippe out of the jeans and back into his tunic.
We had a bit of trouble lowering his periscope, but, somehow managed to
stuff it in. We exchanged a quick kiss and joined the others. They didn’t
notice how sheepish we looked, they were so busy comparing their
purchases. The salesman also looked flustered. His face was bright red
and his rug was askew. And when he asked us to be sure to come back
soon, I could tell he really meant it.
The boys and I meandered through Chelsea and into the Village.
Linda was already waiting for us at The Riviera. She had appropriated two
outdoor tables and was guarding them with her life.
She was really dolled up for the occasion. On a good day she
could look like a dark-haired Jodie Foster. On a bad day, she could look
like the Wicked Witch of the West. It was a good day. Her hair tumbled
fluffily onto her shoulders, her make-up was perfect and her tits
provocatively pert above a low-cut turquoise blouse looked good enough
to eat. (Although 1, personally, would have to be pretty damned
hungry…)
I took a glance around to see how my crew was reacting. They
were all drooling over Linda’s cleavage except Philippe. He narrowed his
beautiful green eyes, as if gauging whether or not she was competition. I
leaned over to him and murmured that we were just friends. The smile he
flashed me made me practically pass out.
We squeezed into the chairs and ordered drinks. Linda was on my
left and Philippe on my right.
“What kept you?” she asked. “I was beginning to think you’d
dumped me again.”
“They all wanted to stop and try on jeans at Macy’s.
It was a madhouse.”
“And I can guess who was the happiest lunatic. You look like
butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth.”
“You’re wrong there, Linda. It would melt in a second,” I chided.
From then on, Linda turned her attention to the tallest, beefiest of
the bunch, who was sitting on her other side. She had managed to
squeeze a couple of years, at a Swiss finishing school, out of her parents.
She could hold her own quite well in French. She thought she sounded
just like Brigitte Bardot, but, with Linda’s rasping voice it was more like
Maurice Chevalier.
Philippe and I got on together like a house on fire. Our thighs
never parted under the table, keeping us both in a constant state of semi-
erection. (I know I checked every now and then.)
Military service is compulsory in France, so he chose the navy to
see something of the world. He was from a town near Avignon, called St.
Remy. When his service was completed he told me he wanted to continue
his studies and become an architect.
Now, there was a coincidence! Not only did we both have raging
hard-ons, but we were both into architecture. I told him about the
building I was submitting a proposal on in Tribeca. I didn’t bother letting
him know that most of my living came from designing suburban
shopping plazas. He’d find that out for himself.
After cocktails at The Riviera, we ate at a pizzeria the boys’ choice
and then hit a jazz club. It was early, so we easily got seats. By that time,
Linda and The Beefcake were obviously getting hot under the collar. Her
hand was constantly massaging a suspicious looking lump on his thigh
and his hand was so far up her skirt it looked like it was lost forever.
A little before midnight, four of the sailors suddenly struggled to
their feet and announced that they had to be back aboard ship. I gasped
and looked toward Philippe and The Beef. They smiled and shook their
heads.
Being the ambassador, I took the four outside and put them into a
cab. The cabby who was kinda cute raised an eyebrow at me and asked if
there were any more where they came from. I told him that there was a
whole shipful, but they had to be on board in a half hour. I’ve never seen
a cab pull away from the curb so fast.
When I got back inside, Linda and her new pal were just getting
up to leave. Philippe explained that he had invented an aunt in
Manhattan, and on the strength of that had wangled a weekend pass for
him and his buddy.
I asked Philippe what he wanted to do. Thank god he said he
wanted to go back to my place. I couldn’t bear the thought of having to
drag him around bars and watching everyone drool.
I’ve got a loft in Soho. (Okay, so it’s in Noho.) It was a beautiful
night for walking. We took a cab. Just call me Mr. Impatient!
I was so excited that I felt like carrying him over the threshold. We
headed straight for the bedroom. (Bed area.) In about fifteen seconds, we
had both ripped off our clothes. After all the hours of what amounted to
foreplay, our cocks were both instantly at full mast.
We. fell onto the bed. He heaved himself on top of me and our
tongues thrashed together while the blood in our cocks beat in unison. I
grabbed two handfuls of his unbelievable ass and pulled him even closer.
He then pulled himself down between my legs and took my cock
in his mouth. He wasn’t an expert cock sucker, but I gave him an A for
enthusiasm.
Then it was my turn. I reached down and wrapped my hands
around his ridiculously slim hips. As my cock slapped wetly out of his
mouth and onto my stomach, I pulled him forward until he was on his
hands and knees above me. He fucked my face something fierce. I
managed to wrench a finger into his hole. Eureka! He started to buck. I
pulled myself away before he came. I had other things in mind. I coaxed
him onto his back and balanced his ankles on my shoulders. With one
hand I rubbed my cock back and forth along his balls and crack. With the
other I searched frantically in the handy compartment in my headboard
for lubricant and safes.
Philippe kept shaking his head “no.” But his body was arching and
saying “yes.” I put a dollop of lube in the tip of the condom and then
unrolled it down my cock. I squeezed more lube onto my hand and
introduced a finger into his hole. That was all it took. His “yes” became a
verbal one and I positioned the head of my cock and slowly shoved it in
to the hilt.
From then on, I could do no wrong. Philippe started pumping his
own cock as I pushed in and out. His ass felt incredible, my own snug
harbor. I grabbed the sides of his ass and really started to pump.
As Philippe started spurting over his chest, I plowed in deeper. I
came in waves as I leaned forward and our lips met again. I pulled out of
his ass and we lay together, our breath heaving.
Suffice to say, it was a hell of a weekend. Occasionally we dragged
ourselves out of bed long enough to have a meal with Linda and her Beef
or to run to the drugstore for more condoms. Philippe and I have kept in
touch. His military service is over soon. I’m trying to persuade him to
attend architecture school on this side of the ocean. I won that bid in
Tribeca and am in dire need of an assistant.

A Night To Remember

Wednesday, December 19th, 2007

It was well after two when Jenny and I finally reached her friend Alyssa’s
apartment. Our original plan had been to pass through Portland completely on
the way home to Seattle but we had gotten a late start and after six hours of
driving from the California border we were both beat. So Jenny had called
Alyssa up from the last rest stop and she had been more than happy to put us
up for the night. They didn’t see each other much since we had moved up north.
Me, I was just glad to postpone the last four hour’s drive until I got a
little shuteye.

Alyssa met us at the door dressed in a flannel bathrobe that was open just
enough to rouse me a little from my stupor. She hugged Jenny and they went in
chattering away, almost ignoring me as I just missed tripping on the front
step and falling on my face. I said I was tired.

“Oh, god, it’s so wonderful to see you again!” Alyssa told her. “And you, too,
Tom.” she added as an aside to me. When I lived here in Portland I had visited
here a lot with Jenny, and whenever neither of them were watching I often
scoped Alyssa out head to toe. At twenty seven years old and 130 pounds she’d
never win a beauty contest but that didn’t mean she wasn’t damned attractive.
Almost as much as Jenny. Her extra weight was distributed perfectly both above
and below the waist. She was the sort you could cuddle all night long and
never get tired of it. It always had been a mystery to me that she didn’t get
any dates but her priorities were different, I guess. I would have purely
loved to get her in the sack and often thought of it but I could never hurt
Jenny that way. Didn’t mean I couldn’t dream, though…

They chattered on for the longest time, oblivious to the late hour. I just sat
quietly on the couch and tried to keep my eyes open. Finally, Jenny yawned (it
looked forced to me) and said it was time to get some sleep. Fine by me. Even
Alyssa’s body was failing to keep me awake anymore. Tells you how tired I was.

Alyssa gave me a blanket and pillow and I sprawled out on the couch while they
went into her bedroom. Through the closed door I could still hear them gabbing
away. I hoped Jenny enjoyed trying to sleep in the passenger’s seat tomorrow.
I would not feel sorry for her one bit. As I finally dropped off I thought I
heard a lot of excited, suspicious giggling…

It seemed like seconds later that I was being shaken awake. It was Jenny
dressed in her pajama top. It was still dark outside so I mumbled something
about what the hell…?

“Sweetheart, I was just thinking and I felt guilty about making you sleep on
this uncomfortable couch.” she whispered. I was too tired to be uncomfortable
but was wondering what she was talking about. “Why don’t you come sleep with
us in Alyssa’s bed? It’s big enough.”

Now I was fully awake and none too happy. Spending the night next to that
luscious body and unable to do anything about it would not be great fun. But
Jenny finally talked me into. My resistance is very low when I’m pooped.

Jenny took me by the hand and led me into the darkened bedroom. I started to
crawl into bed and she said “You’re not going to sleep in your clothes, are
you?”

True enough, out in the front room I had just kicked off my shoes before
laying down. Gee, thanks, honey. It’s gonna be hard enough sleeping next to
Alyssa as it is. I wondered if Jenny was trying to get me back for something I
did or said during the day with this torture. I turned to where Alyssa was
laying and said, “Does this bother you at all?”

“Oh, no.” she replied “Jenny said you could be trusted.”

Jeez. something very funny was going on here but I decided it might be to my
advantage to play it through. So I stripped down to my shorts and climbed into
bed. Jenny got in after me and there I was with a woman on each side of me. I
guess things weren’t that bad after all. I put an arm around Jenny’s shoulders
and kissed her and told Alyssa goodnight.

Not that it was going to be that easy to sleep. The bed wasn’t *that* big and
both of the girls were pressed pretty tight against me. Jenny was cuddling me
on my left in the nightshirt and Alyssa’s warm body pressed against me on the
right and while I did’t dare find out for sure, I could have sworn she wasn’t
wearing anything. All I could feel was bare flesh pressing against mine. It
wasn’t going to be a very restful night after all, especially since I was
sporting a raging hard-on.

The night was getting less restful by the minute. Jenny wasn’t just cuddling,
but running her hands up and down my chest and legs, making me tingle. I was
fast losing interest in sleep at all. She kissed me back, this time with her
tongue. Her intentions were obvious, but I wasn’t so sure. “Sweetheart,” I
whispered, “I don’t know how to tell you this, but we *are* in your best
friend’s bed. It doesn’t seem fair to her.”

Jenny replied in a throaty voice, “Alyssa doesn’t mind.” she leaned up on her
elbow for a second and addressed her. “Do you?”

“Not at all.” Alyssa replied. “This bed doesn’t see much action as it is.

I wouldn’t mind watching somebody else for a change. That is, if it doesn’t
bother Tom…”

“Who, me?” I squeaked, unable to believe what I was hearing. “Oh, no, not at
all. I seem to be outnumbered anyway.”

“Then it’s settled.” Jenny said, laying back down and caressing my body again.
It occured to me that the whole thing sounded suspiciously well-rehearsed and
then I asked myself what the hell I was worrying about.

I kissed her again, tracing delicate lines down her cheek to her ear and then
down to the base of her throat with my open mouth. I could feel her shiver at
the sensation as I undid her pajama top with practiced ease. I felt a little
self-conscious. I had never made love in front of an audience before, not one
in the same bed. I could feel the heat of Alyssa’s body pressed against my
back and it seemed to increase my excitement tenfold.

Jenny’s hands ran down my sides and reached into my shorts, caressing my cock
as I undid the last button on her top. I opened it to reveal the treasures
that lay within. It was getting kind of warm so I took the blanket off of
Jenny and myself. It was dark, but still light enough to see fairly well.
Might as well give her a good show. In case you couldn’t guess, I was really
getting into this. Alyssa gathered the sheets around herself almost
selfconsciously as I moved on my hands and knees to hover over Jenny.

I continued roving over Jenny’s nude form with mouth and hands as she shifted
and moaned with pleasure. I took one delicate nipple in my mouth and sucked it
gently, letting it harden under my tender ministrations. Out of one corner of
my eyes I could see Alyssa watching wide-eyed, still wrapped in the bedclothes.

Jenny grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down, and I kicked
them off onto the floor. I glanced again at Alyssa and could see her staring
at my cock, jutting stiff and hard from between my legs. This was getting
better by the second.

I moved my attentions from Jenny’s breast down lower. I slowly, lovingly made
my way to the curly tuft of her pubic hair. Without warning I plunged down
between her legs and began running my tongue along the cleft of her pussy,
first on the outside and then slowly, tantalizingly working my way inside.
Jenny began to gasp and moan as her hips started pumping. Alyssa suddenly
said, “God, this is so great!” in a high, excited voice.

I was inclined to agree, but couldn’t say anything as my mouth was already
busy.

Jenny must have been as excited as me, because it took her much less time than
usual to build up a full head of steam and before I knew it her gasps grew in
intensity and she suddenly stopped as every muscle in her body locked in an
intense orgasm. Slowly, slowly she relaxed and released a long sigh of
contentment. I crawled back up to lay beside her and she her tight until the
shivering subsided.

After a few minutes she said, “You always did know how to get to me. But now
I’ve got something for you…”

“And what is that?” I asked. Then Alyssa cleared her throat and I looked
behind me.

She had finally shed the blankets, throwing them off the bed completely. In
the semi-darkness I could see her in all her naked glory. My eyes roamed over
the magnificence of her body, from her flowing hair to large, inviting,
hard-nippled breasts, to her wide hips to the dark mystery of her crotch. This
was the body I had seen and held in hundreds of idle erotic dreams now brought
to glorious reality. I turned to Jenny and said, “Are you serious?”

“Love,” she said, “Since our high school days Alyssa and I have shared almost
everything, both good and bad. You’re one of the good things that we’ve been
waiting a long time to share.”

I didn’t have time to say much else before Alyssa made me lay down with a firm
hand. She gave me a deep kiss that suddenly made my heart pound like an
overworked compressor and took my breath away for a moment. I reached out and
explored her body with my hands as she was exploring mine.

Suddenly I had two sets of hands caressing me as Jenny joined her. I lay back
and enjoyed the unbelievable sensation. And, to my astonishment, I saw that
they were caressing each other as well as me. I would have to ask Jenny about
the extent of her “sharing” with Alyssa at some future time but I was enjoying
myself too much worry about it now.

They worked me over on each side with their tongues as well as their hands and
bodies. I fondled Alyssa’s ample breasts, feeling their swelling roundness,
their weight in my hands, as I had so often dreamed of doing before.

Their attentions moved farther down my body to the region of my hips. With a
light, feathery touch they teased my throbbing cock. Jenny raised my cock up
and they both bent down and kissed a deep tongue kiss, with the head of my
cock in between. The feeling of two slippery tongues writhing around the most
sensitive part of my body was almost too much to bear and I groaned
involuntarily. They broke and Alyssa looked at me with a wicked smile. Then
she glanced over at Jenny who nodded briefly. Alyssa crawled astride my hips
and I knew what she was up to.

She slowly guided me into her and then sat down on my cock, forcing it deep
into the slippery warmth of her body. I reached up and held her to me as I
began to pump with slow rhythem. Jenny wasn’t left out, as she kissed Alyssa
and fondled both her and me. I felt just a twinge of jealousy at this
unguessed side of Jenny’s personality but the mood overpowered everything else.

Alyssa was really getting into it. Her breath was coming out in gasps that
were getting shorter and sharper and I began to think I might outlast her. But
the pressure in my loins was building too quickly and before I knew it I
orgasmed with a grunt, injecting my load deep into the warm depths of her
body. Apparently she had been close herself, because her gasps became cries I
pumped even more furiously, ignoring the overpowering sensitivity of my cock.
Less than a minute later, she came with a cry that must have awakened the
neighbors, and then relaxed with a sigh and she rested her head upon my chest
and I stroked her hair gently. Jenny favored me with a last, deep kiss before
we all collapsed from exhaustion.

I fell asleep a bit later with each arm around a beautiful girl, cuddled up
next to me. I’d never been so happy or contented in my life.

We all slept well past noon the next day. At Alyssa’s urging, we decided to
postpone leaving by a day at least. I was amazed to discover that she had had
her eye on me almost as long as I had one on her. We spent most of the day
talking and I discovered many things about both of them that I didn’t know.
Like the fact that last night was the very first time they had done anything
like that. But as the day wore on we became very close indeed. Almost like an
extended family. That night wasn’t a repeat performance, but much, much
better. The element of surprise was gone, but the intimacy flowed much more
naturally. I shan’t bore you with details but let me say it was by far the
most incredible night of my life.

Jenny and I are back in Seattle now, but we talk of those nights often. Alyssa
calls on occasion, but I understand she has a boyfriend now who is very
jealous and possessive. Since he’s twice my size I’m not about to make him
listen to reason so until she gives him the boot I guess Jenny and I will just
have to make it alone. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, mind you,
but we’ve both had our eyes opened to something better. And we’re looking
forward to the day Alyssa might join us again…

American Airlines Cockpit part2

Tuesday, December 18th, 2007

“Hey, no fair asking for advice!”
“Okay, okay…”

She shimmied out of the skirt, leaving it in a pool of black
fabric on the floor of the cockpit. Her legs were bare now, a creamy
brown line from black lace panties down to the top of black boots,
laced up to mid-calf. She raised her right leg, and placed it gently
in Christopher’s lap.

“Could you help me with my laces, captain?”
“He’s the co-pilot.”, Tony quickly interjected. “I’m the captain.”
“That’s okay, captain, you can do the other one.”

Chris quickly unlaced the boot and removed it, rubbing his
hands over her calf and down the arch of her foot as he did so. She
shivered as she pulled her leg away, and placed her left leg on Tony’s
lap. He took a little longer, sliding his hands up to mid-thigh,
until she pulled away, shaking her head.

“Not nice, captain. There’s a wedding ring on that finger.”
“We’re separated.”
“Sure you are.”

She crossed her arms in front of her, and took hold of the
bottom of the white tank, pulling it up over her head and shaking her
hair free. She must have liked black, because her bra was black too,
lace to match the panties. The bra looked a little small for her
large breasts, which were spilling out of the top, their dark nipples barely
visible through the lace.

“Mike?”
“Yes, ma’am?”
“Would you undo the clasp for me?”
“Yes ma’am!”

I think my fingers were trembling a little, and they must have
been ice-cold, because she whimpered a bit when I touched her back. I
had a little trouble with the clasp, but I finally got it free. I
didn’t have the nerve to touch her the way the captain had, but I
could smell her perfume as she leaned close. She smelled like apples.

She turned to face us all again, and slowly, teasingly, pulled
her bra straps off her shoulders, letting the bra fall to the floor to
join the pile of black and white clothing. She had huge breasts,
maybe as big as the girls in Playboy, but a lot darker than most of
theirs. Her dark brown nipples stuck straight out, maybe from the
cold in the air-conditioned cockpit. She slid her hands down her
body, curving them around her breasts and across her slightly rounded
stomach. She stuck out her hip a little, and hooked her finger in the
black lace of her panties…then paused.

She walked over to Christopher.

“Chris? Would you mind helping me get these off? With your teeth?”

Chris looked startled for a second, but quickly nodded. He
leaned towards her, and gently took her panties in his teeth. I
couldn’t see very well in the darkened cockpit, but it took him an
awfully long time to get them off and she was making these little
noises and sort of swaying back and forth, so I guess he was helping
her out a little. He finally slid them down her thighs and calves and
she stepped out of them, swinging her hair around her as she turned to
face us.

“Well, guys, how do I rate?”

We quickly and unanimously voted her a perfect ten. The blond
was sort of smiling, sort of frowning, and beckoned her over for a
whispered conversation.

***

“You cheated so badly. And you got off – don’t deny it!”
“I won’t. I’ll concede you the moral victory if you want to back out
and go back.”
“Oh no you don’t. You can just stand there…and I don’t care if
you’re cold, don’t you dare put your clothes back on…and watch me.
But I’m changing the rules a little.”
“Whatever makes you happy.”

***

The blond grinned as they finished talking. She walked over
to Tony, hips swinging.

“It seems that my friend got you guys all hot and bothered, but wasn’t
thoughtful enough to take care of that little problem. So Chris, I
want you to get up and come over here. Don’t worry about the plane -
I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

She reached back and pulled her hair out of its ponytail,
letting it fall forward over her face, veiling its sharp angles and
wicked eyes. Then she quickly kicked off her shoes, unzipped her
jeans and struggled out of them, sighing in relief when she got them
off. She said over her shoulder to her friend,

“Remind me to wear looser clothes on the trip back.”
“Promise.”

She then slid off her white panties, baring smooth creamy-pink
skin and fuzzy blond hair, leaving herself dressed only in a long blue
shirt. She turned to Chris and unbuttoned his pants, unzipping the
fly and pulling them down a little to reveal his cock, fully erect.
She grinned at him, and said, “I think you can find a place to put
that” as she knelt down, facing away from him and towards Tony. She
then reached over to Tony, but he’d already pulled out his cock, and
offered it to her waiting mouth. She went down on it hard, and he
just closed his eyes and smiled as her head started bobbing up and
down, her hair shielding his lap from view.

Chris hesitated again, looking uncertainly at the dark-haired
girl leaning against the wall. She shrugged, and smiled at him. He
shook his head a little, then turned to his duffelbag, stowed securely
in a compartment. After poking through it a bit, he pulled out a
condom and put it on. I sort of thought that ruined the wildness of
it all, but Chris is British, and he’s the careful type. It didn’t
take him long to slide his cock into her waiting cunt, though. She
moaned at that, and then her head started moving faster, as Chris
quickly started moving back and forth, his arms curving around her
small body.

I looked at the naked dark-haired girl, but she shook her head
at me, hair waving a little in the air-conditioned breeze.

“Sorry, kid. I’ve got my own problems. Maybe next time.”

So I started jerking myself off in the corner. I was a little
embarassed at first, but the whole thing was so unreal, with these two
beautiful women coming out of nowhere, doing stuff that none of the
girls I knew would ever do, that I couldn’t stay embarassed for long.
I wated the blond’s head whipping back and forth as the three of them
moved faster and faster, Chris’s hands clenched tight around her small
breasts, then sliding over her ribs. Tony suddenly moaned, after
being completely silent for so long. Seconds later, Chris and the
girl suddenly stopped moving, and a sort of choked whimper came from
behind the curtain of her hair. The blond leaned back into Chris’s
arms and they stayed still for a little while. I was still jerking
myself off, and staring at the Hispanic girl’s breats, gently moving
up and down as she breathed, nipples still hard from the cold. I
guess she felt sorry for me, because a second later she was kneeling
in front of me and her mouth fell over my cock, sliding warmly down
its length. I came immediately, spilling cum into her mouth which she
swallowed almost eagerly. Nobody’d ever done that to me before.

They both got up and got dressed in silence. Then they turned
towards us just before opening the door.

“Well, guys? Who won?”

There was no way we could answer that question. A slightly
uncomfortable silence filled the small room. The blond shook her
head, smiled, and opened the door. She took her friend’s hand and
pulled her through. And they were gone.

***

“There’s no way we’ll settle the bet now.”
“Not after the way you cheated, anyway.”
“I, cheated? You cheated first.”
“Only a little. And I thought you had sworn yourself to celibacy.”
“Well, people change.”
“I guess so.”
“So what do we do about the bet?”
“There’s still all of London, you know.”
“That’s true. Hotel clerks, waiters…”
“Museum guards, theater ticket sellers…”
“And if we get bored, Scotsmen and their kilts aren’t far at all,
lassie…”

Her perfect Scots accent cracked me up, and we dissolved into
mutual hilarity. A British man across the aisle frowned at the noise,
no doubt thinking it improper at such a late hour. We laughed some
more at that, until she started yawning. It was only two more hours
to London, but that was enough time to catch a little sleep. She was
looking more relaxed than I’d seen her in weeks, despite being in a
small metal machine very far up over a very deep ocean. Maybe this
really had worked.

“You do have to promise me one thing.”
“Whatever makes you happy, babe.”
“When we talk about this, years from now, promise me no jokes about
cockpits?”
I grinned. “Promise.”

American Airlines Cockpit

Monday, December 17th, 2007

Chicago was receding quickly in the distance, its grid of
streetlights fading to a glow of patterned city blocks against the
deep black stillness of the lake. We climbed higher, gaining altitude
on the first leg of our trip across the Atlantic, bound for England at
Christmastime, December 1992.

She sat rigid beside me, hands clenched, knuckles white
against the metal of the armrests. We’d had a drink while waiting in
the airport, and she’d just ordered another from our flight attendant
in his white and blue uniform, slightly rumpled. Cute, though.
Maybe if she got sufficiently drunk she’d relax enough to survive this
trip. I was matching her drink for drink…they were free, after all,
and we were on vacation.

“How are you doing?”
“Not too bad. You?”
“I’m fine. You know I love flying.”
“I hate you.”

She didn’t mean it, of course. Eight years of friendship
couldn’t be cancelled out by a little acrophobia. But I resolved to
be a little more careful what I said. Time was passing much too
slowly.

Three hours later; almost halfway to England. I, for one, was
thoroughly bored and that rumpled flight attendant with the shock of
Midwestern brown hair and mindless calf eyes was starting to look more
and more inviting. In an effort to distract her, we’d been
complaining about our respective ex-boyfriends and talking about the
joys of sex through the last two or three drinks, and both of us were
now horny as hell. That one of us was bi, and the other one straight
only added to our frustration. We’d gotten to that sad point when we
boasted about all the strange places we’d done it, and all the odd
people we’d done it with.

“Want to join the mile-high-club?”
“With whom? The pimply flight attendant?”
“Yeah, right.”

Surrounding us were hordes of British families, little kids
curled into each other, the seats, their parents. All heading home
for the holidays. Not a single lonely man in sight.

“Hey, babe, I got an idea.”
“Uh huh. I remember your last idea. Almost got us thrown in jail.
And those two guys weren’t worth it.”
“This is much, much better. Just think of those poor lonely pilots in
the cabin. They must be so bored, flying this plane on automatic
across miles and miles of empty ocean. I bet they’re just sitting
back and dreaming of a pair of nubile, 21-yr-old college students
fulfilling their every desire.”
“And you want to fulfill their fantasies, right?”
“Well, maybe not all of their fantasies. They probably ought to keep
their hands on the equipment. But we could provide a
little…entertainment? I dare you to.”
“You what?”
“I dare you to.”
“We’re not kids anymore.”
“Exactly.”

We thought about it for a while. As we worked out the
strictly hypothetical details, it became more and more tempting. The
perfect way to relieve boredom, maybe relieve a little frustration,
and forget about the two idiots we’d left in Chicago. After all, we
were single again now. No ties, no responsibilities. And it would be
a hell of a lot of fun.

“You first.”
“No, you.”
“Together, then?”
“Here goes nothing.”

***

Hell of a flight. The typical crying kids for the first two
hours, then, just when they had all fallen asleep, a drunk guy in
first class started complaining about how he couldn’t sleep and the
drinks were weak and the service was lousy. It had taken two
blankets, three pillows and my own copy of Playboy to shut him up.
Why do people think that the life of a flight attendant is all fun and
games? Jetting to Hawaii isn’t nearly as exciting when you have
to turn around and head to Kansas City half an hour later.

The only bright spot was the pair of babes in aisle thirty. I
could’ve sworn the dark-haired one, who looked Hispanic, winked at me the
last time I went by. Hey, they’re buzzing me.

“Don’t worry, Rina, I’ll get it.”
“Thanks, Mike, I’m crashing.”
“Don’t say that too loud.”
“Very funny.”

Hah. I crack me up. Well, let’s see what they want.
Probably just a pillow.

“Hi, honey.”
“Hello, ma’am, what can I do for you?”
“Well, it’s kind of complicated. See, my friend here, she’s always
wanted to be a pilot, and she’d really love to get a look at the
cockpit. It’s so quiet now, we thought it might be a good time.”
“Ummm…well, I’m not sure if the captain would approve of that,
ma’am”.
“But you could ask, couldn’t you?”
“Sure thing. Just hold on a minute.”

Well, Tony didn’t seem to mind too much, since it was so quiet
and such a slow flight. So I brought them forward. Then things got
really weird.

“What’s your name, captain?”
“I’m Tony, miss, and my co-pilot here is Christopher, and that’s Mike,
your flight attendant, over by the door.”
“Must be pretty boring for you up here…”
“Well, we have to check the instruments fairly often – every twenty
minutes or so.”

The blond looked over at the Hispanic girl, and asked, “Do you
think twenty minutes is enough?” She replied, “Should be plenty.
Check your instruments, please, gentlemen.” and coolly, calmly,
started unbuttoning her shirt.

“Now, gentlemen, we’d like you to settle a little bet for us, if you
don’t mind. My friend and I were debating which of us could do the
best strip-tease. We’d like to demonstrate for you, and ask you to
judge, if that’s okay with you?”

None of us were about to object, that was for sure. The blond
came over to me, and pushed me over a bit so I was leaning against the
door. Then she leaned against a wall and watched the show.

The Hispanic girl had long wavy black hair, almost to her
waist, swinging loose behind her back. She had been wearing a sort of
lacy black sweater, but she’d just finisehd unbuttoning it and was
slipping it off, one smooth brown shoulder at a time. Underneath was
a cropped white tank and a long, loose black skirt.

“What’s next, guys, shirt or skirt?”
…End of the part1. To be continued..