Tarad Club

She knew it as well as I, and everyone else on campus knew. She was absolutely beautiful and she wasn’t ashamed to show off her “features.” Hardly did anyone see her in anything less than a tight mini skirt that just barely covered her tight ass, showing off a great deal of her bronze-tanned legs. And it was more than common for her to have a tight, low-cut top that beautifully revealed the cleavage of her beautiful breasts (which we guessed were at least 34D) and hugged her trim, slim 26″ waist. I would admire Laura’s long blonde hair and green eyes from a distance in class while the professor rambled on and on about who knows what. She was the girl everyone wanted but could never get, but hell, I could dream, couldn’t I?
I would imagine touching that sweet ass of hers and rubbing myself all over her body, tasting her lips, her luscious breasts, and her tight, sweet…
“Mr. Calvin,” said a voice that brought me back to reality. My eyes split open and I stared at my professor standing next to me, in the back row, while there was no one else in the room.
“I hope I wasn’t boring you with my lesson,” he said.
“Sorry, sir,” I said, letting an involuntary yawn.
“Well, that’s another lesson you missed. I hope, though, that in the midst of your dreams, you caught the part about the test next month.”
“Sure thing, sir,” I replied.
“I don’t know how you do it, Mr. Calvin,” he said, sitting down next to me.
“Do what?” I asked.
“You could sleep through every class if you wanted and yet you’re number one in the class. How do you do it? It doesn’t seem humanly possible.”
“Well, it’s not that hard. All I need are a good five hours alone, my favorite CD’s, a couple bottles of beer, and maybe a hooker or two,” I replied with a smile. The professor chuckled, patted me on the back and got up.
“I’ll get you one day,” he said, “but getting to the point, Mr. Calvin. Do you know a Ms. Laura Elm?”
“Sure,” I answered, thinking about Laura’s beautiful face.
“Well, unlike you, she’s having a bit of trouble and requested you to tutor her for a while. Here’s her dorm room,” he said handing me a piece of paper. “She’s expecting you now, if you’re not too sleepy, that is.”
“No, I’ll be there,” I said, getting up and rushing to the door.
I quickly ran across campus and arrived at her dorm sweating just a bit and hung around outside a while, trying to regain my cool and not seem too desperate. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be with the hottest girl ever, even if it is for tutoring?
After chatting with a couple people around, I headed inside and walked up to her room on the top floor. Knocking on the door, I had to wait but a few seconds when it opened.
“Hey, Steve,” she said. Like any other time, she was wearing a tight black mini skirt and matching low-cut top, showing off enough to give me an incredible hard-on.
“Hey,” I said as she showed the way in. The room was decorated very brightly, but I couldn’t take more time to notice it as I was led to her room, which was decorated with at least a dozen full sized posters of random things. The next thing I noticed was that she used her floor as a hamper. Clothes were strewn all over, on the desks and chairs, floors, as well as the bed. Looking at her closet, I could see that, unlike her floor, it was neatly, but tightly packed with clothing. Damn, how could anyone have so much clothes?
“Sorry about the mess,” she said. “I had no time to do laundry yet, so I guess they’re stuck on the floor for at least another couple of days.”
“It’s alright,” I said, looking for a place to sit.
“Take a seat right there,” she said, pointing to chair covered in clothing. I walked cautiously over and sat down, removing the clothing as I sat.
“Hey, what do we have here…” I said, lifting up a pair of black, lacy panties that could have well been a thong in one hand and a short, red, lacy nightgown that was obviously a size or two too small in the other. My cock started to strain against the material of my jeans realizing that I was holding Laura’s used lingerie a foot away from my face.
“Sorry about that,” she said, blushing. “I didn’t have time to clean up cuz the professor talked to me right after class, wanting to set me up with a tutor right away.”
As she reached across to take her lingerie away from me, I could swear that I could detect the lingering smell of sex on them, but before I could be sure, she snatched them away.
“Holy shit!” she cried. I stared at her dumbfound but then I noticed what she was looking at. I stared down at my lap and saw for the first time at my erection. The bulge pressed hard against the fabric of the jeans, stretching it to the limit, sticking out like a sore thumb. I attempted to cover it up my quickly turning in the chair, as if reaching for a book, but she grabbed my arm as I was reaching out.
“You really are turned on aren’t you?” she asked with a smile.
“I…uh…can explain,” I stammered.
“What’s to explain?” she asked. “I know what you want. You want me don’t you?”
“Um…well, you see…uh…” I tried to explain, but her lip quieted me as she leaned forward and pressed them against mine. Her lips were like silk, soft and gentle. I felt her tongue brush against my lips and I welcomed it with my own. I stood up and held her close to me, feeling her tiny back and reaching downwards, gently touching her firm ass.
“Let me help you with that problem,” she said, breaking our kiss and unbuttoning my pants. I quickly stepped out of them, kicking off my shoes, along with my socks. Laura began tugging against my boxers until my reluctant erection was freed.
“Oh my God,” she gasped as the fully erect nine inches sprung free and slapped against her cheek. I pulled my shirt off as Laura grabbed the bottom of my cock and began licking up and down the length of it. I moaned in pleasure as she continually kissed the head of my cock and flicking her tongue against the tip.
“Oh God, you’re so good…” I managed to moan before she took the entire length into her mouth, bobbing up and down her left hand holding my ass and her right hand inside of her skirt, rubbing her pussy. I could feel her nose press against my pubic hair as she held my cock in the mouth without moving. I looked down at her questioningly and she slowly pulled it out, raking her teeth on my cock.
“Oh God, you little tease,” I said, but she merely giggled as she continued bobbing up and down, her soft lips bringing me to heaven. Her warm and wet mouth was almost too good as my cock pressed against the back of her throat. I placed my hands on the back of her head, guiding her as she was bringing me to the edge of cumming.
“Oh God, you suck great cock. You’re so fucking hot. Do you know that?” I moaned.
“I think we all know that,” a voice said. I turned around to face Laura’s roommate, Carla, a petite blonde, a little over five feet tall, with perhaps the largest, most perfect set of tits that I could ever imagine on anyone, but was especially hot on her. I knew some guys were turned off by large tits on a very small girl (thinking that it didn’t look natural), but to me, all I thought about was placing my stiff cock in between those beautiful mounds.
“Holy shit,” I said, but Laura pretended not to notice as she continued to give me the best head ever, and if anything, started to go faster. I knew I should have pulled away, but all I could think about was cumming right then and there.
“Don’t mind me,” Carla said, walking over to us and crouching down. Laura took her mouth off my cock as Carla grabbed her face and pulled Laura towards her, kissing her full, silky lips. I could see their tongues slip into each other’s mouths as they began rubbing each other’s breasts together. Carla’s hands roamed to Laura’s back and firmly grabbed her tight ass. Laura’s hands had a firm grasp on Carla’s 40D tits and began kneading them through the fabric.
They broke their kiss long enough for each other to pull of the other’s tops. I stared in amazement at Laura’s perfect tits, braless, which didn’t bother me at all, and then my eyes wandered to Carla’s enormous breasts after being freed from a thin bra. They were so large, so smooth and tight, leaving a wonderful cleavage that just screamed for a hot piece of meat to be stuck in between them.
They continued to kiss, rubbing their erect nipples together, hands wandering all over each other’s body, tongues lashing out at each other and my cock straining for release. While they continued to fondle and taste one another, I had sat back down and grabbed a pair of white, lacy French-cut panties left on the bed next to me and wrapped it around my cock, the fabric feeling wonderful on my throbbing cock. Then I began to jack myself off to the wonderful scene in front of me, two hot roommates going at it.
Carla stood up as Laura reached out to unbutton her jeans, pulling them down to reveal slim legs and a black thong. Hooking her thumbs in the thong, Laura quickly slid them off as Carla stepped out of them, playfully kicking them onto my lap. My mouth dropped at the sight of her bare pussy, completely shaved clean. My hands pumped faster, looking at her glistening slit, so young and tight, a trickle of her pussy juice running down her legs. Laura stood up and pulled down her skirt, tossing them at my face. When I could see her again, I almost blew my load right then and there.
Laura’s pussy was so beautiful. Completely shaven, it looked so smooth and so tempting. From where I sat, I could only see the topmost part of her pussy, the rest hidden in between her legs. Carla moved over to the bed, laid down and spread her pussy lips, showing me the pinkness inside.
“I want you to taste something,” she said. I walked over to her and got onto my knees. Putting her right leg over my shoulder, I pushed the other as far apart as possible and ran my tongue up and down her juicy, wet slit. I felt something push against my leg and I spread them wider. Looking down, I saw Laura’s head pop in as she took my erect cock into her mouth. She held my cock at the bottom of the shaft to keep it from springing back up. Her other hand disappeared behind my back, most likely fingering that tight pussy of hers.
“C’mon baby, make me cum,” Carla said, pulling my head into her pussy.
I probed my tongue against her opening until it finally popped in. Then I began to fuck her with my tongue, pushing in and out rapidly while Carla moaned in pleasure.
“Oh, that’s it, fuck me with your tongue.”
“Oh baby, you’re so tight. Tell me what you want me to do,” I said.
“Oh, fuck! I want your hard cock in my tits and up my sweet young pussy.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh fuck! Yeah, I want you to make me cum…oh yeah…FUCK, you’re so good!”
I worked my way up to her clit and took it between my lips and began to suck on it, flicking it with my tongue, my hands wandering up to her tits. I began to feel those large orb in the palm of my hands; her nipples felt so small on her tits, but oh so erect.
“Oh baby, that’s it,” Carla moaned. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK! I’m CUMMING!”
I felt a wonderful sensation as her body trembled and my mouth was covered in her warm juices. When she finally settled, her breasts were still heaving up and down.
I got up and crawled onto the bed, kissing her tits. Straddling her waist, Carla pushed her tits together as I pushed my cock inwards, which had gotten incredible large, throbbing with every beat of my heart, pre-cum dripping out of it and onto her chest. Grabbing hold of her tits, she pushed them even closer as my cock worked it way in. Soon my entire ten inches was through and she had opened her mouth to take in whatever popped up. I moaned as I began pumping my hips, my cock sliding in and out her tits, going a couple of inches into her mouth with each thrust. I felt a pair of hands around my eyes and then heard a voice speak.
“I’m beginning to think that you’ve forgotten about me.”
“Of course not, Laura.”
“Well, a girl doesn’t take it well when she blows a great cock and then doesn’t cum in return.”
“I’m sorry?” I said playfully. I head her giggle and the next thing I knew I was thrown on my back and Laura was straddling my cock, easing down onto it. I looked down to watch my thick meat slide in, but Carla suddenly crawled onto my face, pussy dripping into my mouth. I felt her hands on my cock, guiding her roommate’s cunt onto my dick. Her ass lowered gently onto my face as I began eating her out again, this time sticking a finger into that pussy of hers.
“Oh God, oh FUCK!” I heard Laura moan as she rose up and down onto my cock. Her pussy like a vice on my cock, gripping it and never wanting to let go. It took all my will power not to cum in her tight twat right then to relieve the stress. I felt a warm and wet tongue on my cock, moving up and down my shaft along with Laura. I could feel her tongue come into contact where my cock and Laura’s pussy came into contact, sending me closer to the edge.
“Oh, Jesus!” I cried into Carla’s pussy, spreading her ass with my hands.
“Oh God, you’re so fucking BIG!” Laura moaned. “That’s it, lick my tits, baby, oh…ohh…yeah, I love it when you bite my nipples.”
I looked up, prying myself away from that wonderful pussy to see that Carla was sitting straight up now, holding and licking and tasting Laura’s breasts.
Reaching down, I put my hands on Laura’s hips as she began to bounce faster, hands on my chest, pounding as fast and as hard as she possible could.
“Oh GOD!” she moaned.
“Oh yeah, baby, cum for me,” Carla beckoned.
“Oh shit, oh fuck, you gotta have some of this great cock, its so fucking BIIIIIIIIIG!” she moaned as she came. She collapsed on top of me, my cock sliding out of her pussy. Carla lifted herself off my cock and got onto all fours in front of me.
“Got any fight left in ya?” she asked, looking back.
“Well, I don’t know. I mean, Laura is such a great fuck and I don’t know if you’re worth it,” I said moving behind her.
“I bet I can make you forget all about her,” she said seductively.
On me knees, I got up behind her, place my hands around her waist and pointed my cock at the entrance of her pussy. I gently pushed into her, coming into some difficulty.
“Oh fuck, you’re so tight,” I moaned as the head finally went in with a “pop” and I slowly pushed inwards. Pushing inwards, her pussy walls gripped me hard, clamping my cock down, making it harder to go in. Laura, recovering from her orgasm, came up besides me.
“Oh, she’s so tight, isn’t she?”
“Yeah, she so fucking tight!”
“But tight is sooo good, isn’t it?” she whispered in my ear.
“How would you know?” I asked rubbing her ass cheek as she moaned.
“Cuz I was the one who popped her cherry,” she said smiling.
“Really? When?”
“This morning,” she said. “With this.” She lifted up, to my surprise, a harness with a dildo strapped on at the end. It was a small one, five inches and less than half as thick.
“Didn’t have anything bigger?” I asked, finally pushing my cock in all the way, my balls and stomach pressed against her as I started to pump it into her. Carla put her head down, raising her ass higher in the air, allowing me to reach down and grab her tits with one hand and rub her shaved area with the other.
“Yeah, but the real thing is so much better. So how do you like the feel of a real manly cock in you pussy, baby?” she asked Carla. She turned back and moaned, tears running from her eyes.
“Oh, Carla, you’re crying. Let me help you forget the pain.” With that she moved in front of Carla, sat down and spread her legs, allowing Carla direct access. Watching Carla lick up and down her slit and pressing her face deep into her pussy was giving me so much motivation. My slow steady pace turned into a savage beating as I pumped in and out of her cunt with little regard to how I was stretching her wonderful pussy. But it seemed that no matter how much I fucked her, Carla’s pussy held me as tight as ever.
Carla began moaning loudly into Laura’s pussy as Laura started screaming in return. I leaned over, as well as Laura and we kissed as I continued to fuck Carla. Suddenly, Laura pulled away and fell back onto the bed screaming, withering under the force of her orgasm. I continued to fuck Carla’s tight pussy as she began talking dirty.
“Oh yeah, oh yeah, don’t stop fucking my pussy, oh please don’t stop fucking my tight cunt. Make me cum hard. Oh, I’ll never let you go; you’re so fucking hot.”
“Oh yes, cum for me baby, cum on my cock. Oh Shit! You’re so fucking tight. A dildo? What the fuck were you thinking? Why have plastic when I can give you the thickest piece of meat you’ll ever see?”
“Oh baby, this is so fucking good. I’ll never get tired of your cock in my tight pussy. Oh that’s it. Make me cum. Oh God, OH FUCK! HOLY SHIT, I’m – I’m…” she started, but couldn’t finish as her orgasm hit her, causing her shake and fall, sliding away from my cock and into the arms of Laura, who had now recovered from her orgasm. On my knees, I walked in between the two, both now on their back, my balls tightened and ready to cum.
“Holy shit, I’m gonna cum,” I warned them as I pumped the cum out of my cock. Immediately, the two were on their knees, mouths open, each taking their turn sucking the head of my cock and helping me jack off.
“Oh God, here it comes,” I said as it Laura was about to suck on my cock some more. A long, thick stream of cum shot out of my cock and landed in her warm mouth. Three more shots followed, landing on her cheeks and one in her hair. I turn towards Carla as another gooey rope of cum landed on her tongue. I kept pumping, emptying my load all over her face, in her hair and some on her tits.
“Oh God that was so fucking great,” I said, collapsing on the bed, leaning back against the wall. Laura turned towards Carla and, grabbing her face, pulled towards her, lips puckered, cum streaming out of those lips of hers. Carla opened her lips to kiss, accepting my cum as they kissed, sharing my cum. Pulling away, a string of cum connected their lips as they fell on either side of me. I reached down and started fingering their pussies again, wet gushing with juices. Laura reached around and grabbed a pair of panties cleaning her cunt with it and then dropped it on my face.
“What was that for?” I asked.
“Oh, nothing,” she said. “Just something to keep you busy until next week.”
“Next week?”
“Oh yeah,” replied Carla. “Laura needs a lot of help in class. In fact, I think I may want to take another course, that is, if you’re there to teach me…”

Nancy was late. It had been a week since Alicia had met her on the beach and made love to her, right there out in the open, and they hadn’t seen each other since. They talked on the phone and e-mailed each other daily, though, and tonight Alicia and Nancy were going to see each other for the first time since their first meeting. Alicia glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall, watching the second hand creep along on its endless, circular journey. Seven-thirty had come and gone, and now it was getting close to eight. Darkness had settled in, and Alicia was beginning to worry that Nancy wasn’t going to show up, after all. Maybe she was having second thoughts about the whole thing, Alicia thought to herself.
She tried Nancy’s cell phone number again and got the same message. “The cellular subscriber you are trying to reach is not available or is out of the service area. Please try your call again later.” Fuck! She couldn’t even leave her a message. Alicia was starting to get angry as well as worried now. At least she could have called or e-mailed some excuse if she didn’t want to meet again, she thought to herself. Just then, her doorbell rang.
Alicia ran to answer it, and there was Nancy standing in the doorway, smiling embarrassedly, looking even better than Alicia had remembered. Her long, dark-brown hair was flowing freely down her back and around her shoulders. She was wearing a black, strapless mini tube-dress and black sling back high heels, a black choker with a delicate cameo, and not much else that Alicia could see. Nancy was stunning as she stood there in the glow of the porch light, and Alicia felt the yearnings of a week ago stirring up inside of her again.
“Oh, my god, Alicia baby I am so sorry I’m late!,” Nancy exclaimed as she gave Alicia a big hug. “There was a huge fucking accident on the 405 coming over Sepulveda Pass, and traffic was already fucked up beyond belief, and on top of all that I forgot my fucking cell phone so I couldn’t even call you. I hope you didn’t worry too much.”
Alicia laughed, relieved that Nancy had arrived safely, and said “There’s always a huge fucking accident on the Sepulveda Pass, the whole goddam 405 is just a giant accident waiting to happen. Thank God you made it in one piece.”
“Next time I’ll leave work early and get down her sooner, I promise,” Nancy said, frustration in her voice.
“Next time I’ll come to your place. I mean, how bad can it be?,” Alicia asked facetiously.
“Pretty fucking bad, I can tell you. You can tell how stressed I am by how many times I say ‘fuck’ in a sentence.”
Taking her hand, Alicia led Nancy in to the small, cozy living room, and said, “Well, you’re here now, and you’re OK, so let’s start de-stressing.”
“Well, a drink would sure help with that,” Nancy said as she headed toward the overstuffed sofa.
“Coming right up, sweetie,” Alicia said, giving her a little peck on the cheek.
Nancy, who was fully aware that she was being admired, played to Alicia as she sat down on the couch, crossing her legs provocatively, the hem of her mini-dress riding up to the top of her thighs. She smiled at Alicia seductively as she looked her up and down, taking in Alicia’s hot little white satin micro-mini dress, with its plunging neckline and tiny spaghetti straps. Nancy began to feel a tingling between her legs as she anticipated what the night would bring.
Returning to the kitchen, Alicia quickly poured and mixed the refreshments, and soon appeared back in the living room with two large tumblers filled with reddish-pink liquid over ice. She handed one to Nancy, then sat down beside her.
“I made Cape Cods. Cranberry juice and Absolut on the rocks. Hope you like it—it’s one of my favorites.”
“Love Cape Cods, and Absolut is my favorite vodka,” Nancy exclaimed with delight as she took the drink from Alicia. “I can tell we are going to get along just fabulously.” She raised her glass to Alicia’s, and said, “To new friendships and new adventures.”
Alicia raised her glass to meet Nancy’s, and said, “I second that.”
The two clinked their glasses together, then began to drink their cocktails. Each woman was mesmerized by the other’s beauty, and both felt a different kind of thirst developing that could not be easily quenched. As they drank, they made small talk, feeling the building sexual tension between them.
Before long they had both finished their beverages, and as Alicia stood up to take the tumblers back to the kitchen, she asked, “Would you like another one, or would you like to have dinner now?”
Nancy grabbed Alicia’s arm, saying softly, “I don’t need anything else right now except you.” With that, she took the two glasses from Alicia and set them on the end table next to the sofa.
They both looked at each other, as if not quite sure what they should do next. Finally, Alicia broke the awkward silence. “I’ve been thinking about you, dreaming about you all week, remembering us on the beach,” she said, her voice slightly trembling. “Sometimes I wondered if it was real, if you were real, wanting you so much…” she broke off, not knowing what else to say, and sank back down on the couch next to Nancy.
“It was real, all right,” Nancy said softly, taking Alicia into her arms.
“I missed you so badly,” Alicia said, her voice catching with emotion. “I’ve never had feelings like this for a girl before, but I can’t get you out of my mind. I’m always thinking about you, about being with you…god, I’m so horny right now I can’t stand it.”
Nancy said nothing, but she didn’t need to. With her arms wrapped around Alicia, she pulled her close, held her tightly, and kissed her on the lips. Her kiss was sweet, wet, with a taste of cranberry juice. Alicia opened her mouth, and felt Nancy’s tongue enter. Alicia caressed Nancy’s tongue with hers, pressing her body against Nancy’s, leaning her back on the couch. Nancy’s hands stroked Alicia’s shoulders, pulling the tiny spaghetti straps of Alicia’s micro-mini dress down to her elbows. Alicia responded by pulling her arms out of the straps entirely, the bodice of her dress slipping down and off her breasts. Alicia pressed her bared tits into Nancy, and kissed her with more force and passion, while her hand slipped down and began to rub and fondle Nancy’s juicy pussy.
Nancy let out a sharp gasp as Alicia’s fingers pressed into her clit through the black lace of her tiny thong bikini underwear. Alicia felt Nancy’s love liquid seeping through the thin lacy material as she forcefully ran her fingers up and down over Nancy’s cunt. Nancy slowly rocked her hips and pushed herself into Alicia’s hand as Alicia stroked her pussy, Alicia teasing and taunting her with her fingers.
By now, Nancy’s flimsy panties were totally saturated with pussy juice, and were an nuisance to her, so she quickly grabbed them and tore them off, not caring that she had totally ruined them. Alicia stopped kissing her and took Nancy’s ruined underwear out of her hand, and rubbed them against her own face, inhaling Alicia’s essence, licking the wet, ripped fabric and tasting Nancy’s intoxicating elixir before tossing them onto the floor. Alicia could feel her own wetness beginning to slowly ooze out of her femininity, and returned to kissing Nancy with renewed hot, wet passion as she stroked and fingered Nancy’s freely secreting womanhood.
They were both becoming uncontrollably turned on now. Nancy slid down to a full reclining position on her back with Alicia on top of her. Alicia yanked down the top of Nancy’s strapless mini-dress until her boobs were exposed, her nipples at full attention, hard as pebbles, then rubbed her breasts against Nancy’s as they kept kissing with increasing force and emotion. Nancy’s legs parted, and Alicia straddled Nancy’s thigh, rubbing her own thigh up against Nancy’s slippery, wet pussy. Nancy could feel Alicia’s crotch moving up and down against her upper leg, and by the feel of it, the wetness of it, she could tell Alicia wasn’t wearing panties either. That excited Nancy even more.
Their faces were both flushed with sexual excitement as they lay there humping each other, exchanging lustful, deep kisses while their pelvises rocked in unison, their pussies rubbing and sliding up and down each other’s thighs, soaking them with the sweet nectars of their passions. They were both moaning now, expressing their innermost feelings with wordless groans and soft cries as their breathing became faster and more labored, keeping time with the thrusting and grinding of their bodies.
Alicia could feel the relentless friction of Nancy’s sexy upper thigh against her clitoris and pussy lips as their bodies rocked together with increasing vigor. Nancy kissed her with more and more uncontainable passion, and Alicia felt her climax rising within her, the pressure building and climbing with each thrust.
Just as Alicia felt the dam was about to burst, Nancy stopped moving and pulled her lips away from Alicia’s.
“Can we go to the bedroom?” Nancy asked, almost begged, breathlessly. Her face was reddened and sweaty from the strength of her arousal, little wisps of her long hair sticking to her cheek and neck, which made her all the more sexy and desirable to Alicia.
Without saying a word, Alicia sat up and took Nancy’s hand. She stood, and helped Nancy up off the couch. They helped each other remove their tiny dresses, which were halfway off already, and they briefly embraced and kissed. Alicia was so turned on she was shaking with excitement and anticipation as she led Nancy into the master bedroom.
Standing next to the queen-size bed, which Alicia had made up with pink satin sheets especially for this occasion, they embraced again, kissing deeply and pressing their bodies tightly together. They collapsed on to the bed, Nancy on top of Alicia now, her hair falling onto Alicia’s face. Alicia spread her legs wide, and Nancy kissed her again, wantonly, rubbing her tits against Alicia’s, shoving her pussy into Alicia’s gyrating, wet twat. Their engorged clits ground against each other’s hot, slippery vaginas as Nancy and Alicia thrust together violently, moaning as they were overcome with pure, unquenchable lust.
Nancy longed to taste Alicia’s cunt and the sweet liqueur seeping from it, so she began to work her way down, kissing and licking Alicia’s hot, sweaty chest and belly as Alicia’s pelvis kept undulating against her. When Nancy got to Alicia’s pussy, she dove into it, sucking and licking and running her tongue deep inside.
“Oh, fuck baby, FUCK me with your TONGUE!”, Alicia yelled, spreading her legs wider. She reached down and grabbed Nancy’s head with both hands, guiding and urging her to move faster and harder. Nancy sucked and slurped on Alicia as hard as she could, letting Alicia’s juices spill over her face. She reached up and slid first one, then two fingers into Alicia’s overflowing chalice of womanhood, and worked them in and out as she kept up her tongue lashing and sucking of Alicia’s bulging, throbbing clit.
“AhhhUhhhh! AhhhUhhh! AhhhUhhh!,” Alicia cried out shrilly, as Nancy kept up her frenetic oral and digital stimulation. Her head was rolling from side to side, and she began to fondle and knead her breasts with one hand while she kept the other firmly attached to the back of Nancy’s head. Her hips were moving hard and fast, shoving her crotch with as much effort as Alicia could muster into Nancy’s face.
Suddenly, Alicia felt as if a bomb had gone off inside of her. Her orgasm came with such force that she shrieked out, a long, loud piercing cry that quickly changed into a series of short, sobbing, gasping wails. Her pussy contracted and spasmed hard around Nancy’s fingers, and wave after wave of warm, slippery cum slurped out of her into Nancy’s face, and onto the new pink satin sheets.
“OOOHUH! OOOHUH! OOOHUH!,” Alicia shrieked over and over again, between desperate gasps for air. She was absolutely writhing, arching her back as her climax ferociously possessed her body. Nancy didn’t let up as Alicia came with gut-wrenching wails and cries and pumped her juices out onto the bed.
“Come on baby, come for me, baby, come hard!” Nancy said, her own excitement bringing her close to the breaking point. As she kept up her finger-fucking and sucking on Alicia, Nancy’s free hand slid down between her legs and began to massage and rub her own clit, and she moaned with pleasure into Alicia’s drooling cunt.
Her orgasm finally began to wind down, and as it did, Alicia became aware of Nancy, her face still buried in Alicia’s pussy, moaning and gyrating into the bed as she fingered herself. She didn’t want Nancy to have to come that way, especially after the shattering climax Nancy had given her, so she gently grabbed her shoulders, coaxing Nancy to move back to where she couldlook her in the eyes.
Nancy slid back up Alicia’s body until her face was hovering over Alicia’s. Alicia looked up at Nancy, seeing Nancy’s face and body slicked with sweat, her long hair falling everywhere, her bare breasts with their erect, protruding nipples, and her dainty black choker still in place, and thought that she had never before in her life seen such a beautiful, sexy vision.
“I want to taste myself,” Alicia panted.
Nancy leaned down and kissed her openly, letting Alicia taste herself on her lips, in her mouth and on her tongue. Alicia tenderly rolled her over until she was on top of Nancy, and kept kissing her as she slipped her hand down to Nancy’s hungry, yearning pussy. Nancy was as wet as Alicia had been, and Alicia easily slipped her fingers into Nancy’s waiting cunt as they kept up their soul-kissing. Nancy began to move with renewed intensity as Alicia slid her fingers in and out, in and out, faster and deeper.
“Ohhhh, god, baby, that’s sooooooooooooo good!” Nancy groaned in pleasure.
They kept up their lovemaking in that fashion for a little while longer, and Alicia was getting hot again. Very hot. She felt as if she could come again, and she wanted to, very badly, but she wanted to come with Nancy. She knew Nancy was close to it now, so she stopped kissing her and pushed herself into a sitting position. Nancy looked at her questioningly, then understood as Alicia leaned back and spread her legs. Nancy spread hers wider, and pushed her soaking pussy into Alicia’s. One of Alicia’s legs was draped over Nancy’s shoulder, and Nancy grabbed it and held it tight as they began to grind their clits together, their pelvises rocking and pushing into each other feverishly. They moved together, gradually increasing the speed of their gyrations, both feeling the fast approach of their inevitable release, crying out to each other, panting with exertion.
Neither one had engaged in the act of tribbing before, but they had somehow instinctively found that position, and were exploiting it to its fullest extent. The waves of pleasure and sexual energy that washed over them drove them both to the edge, then pushed them over. Nancy toppled first.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH FUCK! OOOOOH OOOOH OOOH OOOOOH AAAAAHHHHHHHHH! OOO! OOO! OOO! OOO! OOO!” she screamed, her head thrown back, eyes shut, mouth open and teeth bared in an almost feral pose. “OHHHH FUCK! AAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAH!”
Alicia let herself go with Nancy’s first cries, and joined in as her own climax gripped her, took her over, and forced cries and yells of orgasmic bliss out of her.
“OHHHHHHHHHHH baby baby baby baby, OOOOOOOOOOh yes yes yes yes!” Alicia called out, yelled out, as she kept undulating against Nancy.
Nancy bathed the sheets with her own sweet nectar now, as her cum flowed freely out of her. They continued to move together until they were both fully spent, then Alicia moved up and collapsed on top of Nancy, bathing her with kisses.
“Oh god, I love you baby! I love you so much! I never knew I could feel this way about another woman,” Alicia sobbed with happiness as she kissed Nancy everywhere.
Nancy, exhausted, smiled and returned her kisses. “I love you too, Ali. I fell in love with you when I saw you on the beach.” She chuckled. “Why do you think I threw my stuff down so close to you in the first place? I wanted to meet you, I wanted to get to know you…”
Alicia laughed softly. “Well, I guess you know me now.”
Nancy looked at her and grinned wider. “Not near as much as I want to baby, not even close.”
“Well, we have plenty of time. I mean time to get to know each other better,” Alicia said contentedly as she lay her head on Nancy’s soft breast.
“Plenty of time,” Nancy agreed, wrapping her arms around Alicia lovingly. “All the time we need.”

The Sandalwood Cafe was entirely empty at two AM, and Alice and Theresa were about to shut down the stereo and the coffee urns, wrap the leftover pastries, and call it an early night, when the two men walked in.
They were off the usual run of Sandalwood clientele: both around forty years old, business-suited and well groomed. They were probably from somewhere far from Wichita. One was tall and husky, the other a little shorter than average and slender of frame. They glanced quickly around the little cafe, then moved toward a booth against the far wall and sat there. Theresa glanced at Alice with an eyebrow raised, then went to ask for their orders. Alice shrugged and returned to her cleaning-up.
A couple of minutes later, Alice looked up to find that the taller man had moved to another table and that Theresa had joined him there. The two were conversing animatedly, flirtatious expressions in place, hands stirring the air between them. The shorter man glanced at them, grinned knowingly and world-wearily, and looked to Alice with an expression of inquiry. Alice set down her roll of plastic wrap, groped for her order pad, and went to his table.
“May I take your order, sir?”
He chuckled. “Yes, that would be nice. Some decaf, please, and a bear claw if you have any.”
Alice glanced at Theresa and the other man. The young woman was obviously deep into her pick-up ritual. Alice had seen it before. She’d dealt with the aftermath before, too.
She has to know he’s not from around here. He’ll be gone in the morning and never think of her again. Why does she keep it up?
“Worried about your friend?” the shorter man said.
It jolted Alice out of her musings. “Hm? No, not really. It’s just…well, I’ve seen it before. She’s not exactly subtle, is she?”
He smiled. “No, she isn’t. Neither is he.” He shook his head. “I’ve never understood his tomcatting, or why his wife puts up with it.”
“She knows about it?”
He nodded. “He’s unbelievably up-front about it. Does it at home, too. Frankly, I think it’s a species of cruelty. He revels in the fact that he can get away with it. But the only reason he gets away with it is that she’s a saint. The wonder of it is that their kids don’t know. Against all odds, she’s managed to keep it from them.”
“Where’s home?” she said.
“New York state. Chenango County.”
“I don’t know that area.”
He smiled. “Not many do.” His look turned appraising. “Would you like to join me?” He held up his left hand, displaying his wedding band. “It’s safe. Just conversation.”
She hesitated. He seemed sincere. That was part of the problem. He radiated gentility, courtesy, and quiet strength. He was a lot more appealing than his rakish companion, and she was powerfully drawn toward him, on the strength of sixty seconds’ conversation. It worried her.
“What’s your name?” she said.
“Alex. Yours?”
“Alice. Let me get your coffee,” she said, and moved off.
“Get some for yourself, too,” he said.

***
They talked of innumerable things. Time slipped by untracked. Alice didn’t look at her watch until Theresa scampered up giggling, the other man’s hand clutched tightly in her own, to ask if Alice wouldn’t mind closing up alone. Alice shrugged, and the two hurried off in a cloud of pheromones.
“Does she do that a lot?” Alex said.
“Maybe a dozen times this past year.” Alice glanced out at the parking lot. The car in which Alex and his companion had arrived was backing out. Theresa was in the passenger seat, but her hands were busy in the driver’s lap. “I’d call it hot pants, but it’s always the same kind of guy.”
“Hm?”
“Someone who looks like he’s got a little something. A ticket out of town.”
“Ah.” Alex’s face turned dark. “Maybe I should have said something.”
“About his wife and kids?”
He nodded.
“Waste of time. She wouldn’t have listened.”
He cocked an eyebrow at her. “You know this from experience?”
She nodded. He fell silent.
“How were you planning to get back to…wherever?” she said.
“To the hotel? Cab, I suppose.”
“No need for that,” she said. “It’s just about closing time. I’ll drive you there.”
His expression brightened. “Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it. I’ve…enjoyed our conversation greatly.”
“Me too.” He glanced down at his hands. “There isn’t much pleasant conversation in my life.”
It was the first thing he’d said that suggested anything but contentment. “Why is that?”
He shrugged, still looking down at his hands.
“All not well on the home front?” she said.
“You could say that.” He sat back and folded his hands across his middle. “I don’t know if I should talk about it.”
“Why not?” I’m a stranger in a cafe two thousand miles from where you live and work. I don’t even know your last name. What do you have to be afraid of?
A ripple of tension passed over his features. He glanced out at the parking lot, now empty but for Alice’s old subcompact. “You’ve been wonderful company,” he said. “I’m grateful to have met you. I wouldn’t want you to think I was hustling you.”
A wave of desire swept over Alice that dwarfed anything she’d ever known. Her breath caught in her chest and her whole body trembled with longing. Involuntarily she reached across the table and took Alex’s fingers between hers.
“Tell me,” she whispered. “Please.”
He peered uncertainly at her through the gloom for a long moment, then sat forward and folded her hands between his own.
“My marriage…doesn’t work too well. We’re at the separate-beds stage. Pretty much separate lives, too. I can’t say why. It just…happened. Maybe it’s because we didn’t have children. Couples with kids have something to work on together, something that makes the family a dynamic, growing thing. We don’t have anything like that.” He glanced at her ringless left hand. “Have you ever been married?”
She hesitated. “I was, once. Divorced five years now.”
“Was the breakup your idea, or hers?”
“Hers,” she said without thinking. “I was — What? How did you know?”
She tried to pull away, but his grip proved inescapable. He locked eyes with her and chafed her hands gently until she’d calmed.
“It was a pretty good guess,” he said, still gently rubbing the backs of her hands, “but still, just a guess. Your hands are a little squarer than a woman’s hands usually are, and you’ve got a tiny bit of hair in the hollow of your throat that I’d guess the electrolysist couldn’t quite get rid of. Your bosom is too full and upright to be real. Then there’s your shoes. Waitresses almost never wear anything high-heeled on the job; you spend too much time on your feet. But those wedges are at least four inches high.”
She emitted a sound that was half laugh and half sob. “When I went for my implants, I had my tendons shortened so I’d be comfortable in heels.”
“Alice, it’s okay.” He gripped her hands tightly. “You’re what you’ve made yourself. What you want to be. Aren’t you?”
She nodded. “Mostly.”
He frowned. “Meaning what?”
“Meaning I…couldn’t go the whole way. I thought I wanted to at first, but…”
“Too much like suicide?” he said.
She nodded. “When she told me she was leaving, my wife said I was a failure as a husband and a total loss as a man. That was a big part of why I did this. But giving up my…my plumbing seemed like going too far. It would have felt like I was agreeing with her verdict.”
“I get it,” he said gravely. “Believe me, I get it. Don’t dwell on it, dear. That was another life. This is now, and you’re what you are.” He squeezed her hands. “Enjoy it for what it’s worth.”
“Alex,” she whispered, “what is it worth?”
“Hm?”
“As a woman,” she whispered, “I’m an even worse failure than I was as a man. What can I offer anyone? I can’t have children. I can’t even make love the way a woman does. I’m a freak with one foot on either side of the sexual fence, and no good to anyone!”
He gripped her hands tightly and said nothing.
Presently he said, “You underrate yourself, dear. There’s a great deal of substance to you. A lot of character…a lot of gentleness…and a lot of love. It might take time, but you’ll find someone you can love who sees all those things, and who can love you in return.”
She forced her way through a wall of fear more forbidding than she’d ever known, and murmured, “I think I have.”
His mouth dropped open. “Alice –”
“I know. You’re married.” She hesitated. “Do you still want it to work out?”
He regarded her solemnly. “I do.”
She nodded and looked away. Neither spoke for a long time.
“Alex,” she murmured, “can I ask a favor?”
He nodded.
“Can we spend the night together? No, no sex, just…I want you to hold me. I want to fall asleep in your arms…the arms of someone I could love.”
He pondered it in silence.
“Please?”
“All right,” he said. They rose from the table, hands still joined. “Your place or my hotel?”
“My place,” she said.
She quenched the lights and locked the door of the cafe behind them.
***
She’d done her best with the little studio, but she couldn’t help wondering whether, seeing how tightly its walls compressed her life, he regretted his decision to stay with her.
He must have noticed her unease, for he looked around and smiled. “It’s very homey.”
“Thank you,” she said, voice rough.
They undressed in silence and slipped under the covers of her queen-size bed. Without hesitation, he spread his arms and beckoned her into them. She laid her head against his shoulder and willed herself to relax.
He pulled her snugly against him and stroked her back and shoulders. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
“Shhh,” he said, raised his hands to her face and pulled her lips to his.
The kiss was gentle and sweet. He rubbed his mouth over hers with the unhurried sensuousness of a practiced lover, one who knows what he’s about, knows where he’s headed, and has all the time in the world to get there. When she felt the tip of his tongue probe at her lips, she moaned, drew it deeply into her mouth, and responded in kind. His hands descended to her breasts, caressing and teasing her erect nipples, and she moaned again.
“Are they sensitive?” he said.
In answer she drew his head down to them and urged him to nurse, and he did.
Alice had never known such a firestorm of desire. For the first time since her decision to change genders, she had awakened physically as a woman, every nerve alive with the need to submit to her man and be possessed by him. Her penis surged to its full, steely length, prodding him awkwardly. She giggled, and he laughed in response.
“Just a little inconvenient to have two sets of those, eh?” she said.
“Oh, I don’t know,” he said, and disappeared under the covers.
The pleasure when his lips closed over her glans was unprecedented, shocking. She put her hands to the sides of his face and urged him deeper. Her need for him rose ever higher as he drew her irresistibly towards orgasm.
“I’m going to come,” she whispered.
In answer, he wrapped his arms around her buttocks and took her whole length momentarily into him.
She came with volcanic force, spurting jet after jet of semen into his mouth. Her orgasm seemed to go on for a full minute. He never stopped nursing, allowed not a drop to escape, and swallowed it smoothly and steadily, lips and tongue loving her penis as it twitched and spurted.
When he emerged from beneath the covers, she pulled him against her with manic strength, trembling and weeping from pleasure and relief. He held her gently, hands light upon the small of her back, his heartbeat a slow, soothing lullaby. But she could not let it end there. When she had recovered herself, her hands went to his penis and found it hard and full. She rubbed it gently, and he moaned and arched.
“Do you like that?” she said.
He chuckled. “You know I do.” He lay back contentedly, hands behind his head, allowing her to do as she liked.
Alice’s moment of decision was upon her. She confronted it squarely. With one hand wrapped gently around Alex’s erection, she turned to present her buttocks to him and wiggled backward until he was lodged in her cleft.
“I need to have you inside me,” she whispered.
“Are you sure?” he murmured.
“Please.”
He rose onto an elbow, and she turned fully onto her stomach. He positioned himself between her legs and parted her buttocks with his fingers, exposing her anus. In response she raised her rump in a clear invitation.
“Do you have any…” he said.
“In the nightstand,” she said, voice partly muffled against her pillow.
He found the lubricant by touch, squeezed a dab onto her orifice and worked it in with his fingers. When his thumb slipped inside the opening, she surged, almost coming a second time.
“Please,” she growled. “Hurry.”
She felt the head of his organ press at her orifice, pushed back against him, and his whole length slid into her in a single smooth stroke. She instantly went as rigid as if she’d been electrocuted, and he stopped in fear that he’d hurt her.
“Please!” she said, voice rising toward a scream, “love me!”
He lay full length against her, hands cupping her breasts, and thrust slowly and methodically, building her fires and his own in tandem. She clutched at him with her interior muscles, wanting it to go on and on, praying that somehow she could keep him inside her forever, but plainly it could not be. The human body’s tolerance for pleasure is only so great. All too soon they reached their limits.
He gasped as his seed jetted, copious and warm, into her rectum. Her own organ fountained forth a second, smaller burst. All her muscles went slack as he relaxed, sated, against her back, his arms still around her, his hands still gentle on her breasts.
Sleep came upon them both scant moments later.
***
“Will your…friend be with you on the flight?”
He squeezed her hand. “No, he’s on a later one.” He glanced up at the departures board as travelers flowed around them. “I’ll have to clear security in a few minutes.”
“I know,” she said. “Thank you for everything.”
He grimaced in mock disapproval. “Why do you keep saying that? Don’t you think I enjoyed it as much as you did?”
“Well, I hoped you did, but — hey!” She grinned wickedly. “What makes you so sure I enjoyed it? You never once asked if it was good for me!”
“Didn’t have to,” he smirked. “I slept in the wet spot.”
She snorted, red-faced.
“Alice,” he said, voice warm and soft, “there are a lot of things in our lives we’d change if we could, but I don’t think this is one of them. I’ve never known anyone like you. It’s been more of a privilege than I can say.” He hesitated. “If things were…otherwise, I could love you.”
“Alex,” she said falteringly, “if your wife doesn’t want you…and if you’re really serious…?”
He lowered his eyes. “I do want it to work, dear.”
“I understand.”
“Of course,” he said, “there’s no guarantee that it will. I can’t make it work all by myself. Marriage is a two-person game. Either we both win or we both lose, and either player’s default dooms the other no matter what he does.”
“Another of life’s little cruelties?”
“Something like that.”
They sat silent for a long moment.
“So will we stay in touch?” she said.
He looked at her wryly, as if she’d said something clever without knowing it.
“All right, I won’t press,” she said.
He reached into his jacket pocket and brought forth a business card. It bore his full name and two telephone numbers.
“The second number is my home office. Try to call during business hours, okay?”
Her eyes filled, and she nodded.
He rose and hefted his valise. “You be well, dear. I’ll speak to you soon, I hope.”
She rose and faced him, blinking away her tears. “Alex?”
“Hm?”
“You have a lot of character…a lot of gentleness…and a lot of love. Maybe your wife doesn’t see those things, or maybe she’s forgotten how to see them. Show her again, the way you showed me. That’s your best play. I’d give odds on it.”
He put a hand to her cheek. “Thank you, dear. I will.”
She touched her lips to his, and he was off.
She watched him steadily, all her regrets dispelled, as he trudged toward the checkpoint, gave the security guard his keys, passed through the magnetometer and disappeared from sight.
– The End –

After a two-hour morning practice in the hot Texas sun with temperatures well into the nineties, most of the players withdrew into the air-conditioned locker room for a well deserved shower and rest. But typical for J.T.’s go-getter attitude and non-stop aim for perfection, he stayed late to run wind sprints. The usual cluster of paparazzi and fans lined along the fence, yelling out encouragement or snapping pictures even as he continued to throw himself into both is passion and his career. But all J.T. was focused on was running off the frustration he felt over his impending failure with Raelyn. He couldn’t figure out what it was that made her shy away from him so much.
Sipping on a large bottle of Ozarka water, he declined a ride off the field per one of the many golf carts running amuck. He was stopped momentarily near the fence line by a local reporter and granted a brief interview before trading in his empty bottle of water for a full, cold one. The next twenty minutes were spent signing autographs for kids. Unknown to him, Raelyn stood close behind the slowly departing throngs of well-wishers, watching as he autographed a young boy’s Wheaties box with J.T.’s picture on the box. She couldn’t help but chuckle as he checked out the contents of the box only to find it was empty.
She could hear snippets of conversation as yet another reporter kept bugging him with questions. “J.T., it’s said that you never hesitate to make plays to get your team a victory, even at the risk of injury. Is that why you have a long-standing history of concussions? Is it really worth the injury to your head for your team?” When he thrust the mic towards the player, J.T. just seemed to stare at him a moment as if the reporter had lost his mind.
“Or course, it’s worth it,” he said, his words icy even as a smile appeared. He was forever the picture of perfection when it came to team morale. “I couldn’t hold my head up straight and claim to be part of a team if I wasn’t willing to sacrifice for them.” And then before the reporter could comment again, J.T. moved on, ruffling the hair of a young boy as he passed.
That’s when he saw her. Despite the fatigue that he felt, he smiled and the whole burden of the day seemed to lift from his shoulders. Striding towards her, it was as if everything else around him just seemed to fade away. He couldn’t believe that she was actually here. She was leaning against one of the tall light posts and straightened up as he quickly closed the gap between them. Stopping just short of pulling her into his arms, he grinned and said, “Rae … I’m surprised to see you here.”
“Well,” she shrugged, playing it off. “Just doing a follow up of our initial interview.”
He laughed, his cornflower blue eyes dancing a bit as he knew that there was more to it than that but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He hadn’t been able to put her out of his head the past couple of days and right now, as long as she was here, he really didn’t care why. “Well maybe after I shower, we could go to my place and you can interview me all night?” he teased.
One slender eyebrow shot up as she looked over his sweaty form. As much as she hated to admit it, he was definitely eye candy and she had a hard time thinking straight around him. To be honest, she couldn’t really say why she had come today. But for some reason, she had found her way to the practice area after work. “Well, as tempting as that sounds, I think I have plans tonight,” she teased right back.
J.T. feigned heart, his hand coming up to cover his heart. “Aww, come on Rae … don’t wound me so.”
Raelyn just rolled her eyes playfully towards the sky and blew an errant strand of hair from her eyes. “Such drama from a football player. Are you all like this?”
J.T. laughed took another long drink of his water, gazing at her over the top. It just seems like they were meant to be and as much as he tried to hide it, every time she looked into his eyes, he knew it showed. “Terrell is having a bar-be-que this afternoon for lunch. Want to come?” he inquired.
“I don’t know, J.T.,” she began, futilely trying to find an excuse not to go. Even as much as she wanted to be near him, she didn’t want him to know.
“Come on, Rae,” he pleaded, reaching out to gently take her hand in his. “It’ll be fun.”
Later that afternoon, Raelyn found herself on the opposite side of a mock football field, amid a swarm of faces that she vaguely recognized. Mixed with a good sprinkling of both football players, wives and girlfriends, Raelyn was surprised to find herself feeling rather relaxed. Dressed in biker shorts and a cut-off jersey borrowed from Jewel, she huddled with the rest of her group on the opposing team that J.T. was playing on. Even from where she stood, she found herself looking for him amid the long strands of dark hair that hung loose as she bent to listen to the play.
J.T. looked down the line of mock players, a serious look on his face as he called the play down the line and then stopped short as Raelyn lined up opposite him, her eyes serious. He grinned at her but she only lifted one eyebrow and took her stance. God, she was something else. When he dropped back to pass, he barely saw the blur as Raelyn broke through the line straight for him, untouched. As he watched her quickly approach, his eyes were drawn to her shapely legs, her flat stomach exposed beneath the shortness of the jersey that showed off the curve of her breasts beautifully. Her dark hair was flying into her face and he stood momentarily mesmerized, the ball held back in position to pass.
Before he knew what happened, he suddenly found himself flat on his back with Raelyn on top of him, drawing back her loose hair with one hand. Her eyes bore into his as a slow smile appeared and then moved off of him with a haughty flip of her hair. J.T. sat stunned momentarily, pausing as he watched her retreating form and then, clambering to his feet, he heard the laughter of his friends and their taunting jests. But all he could focus on was the way Raelyn threw back another glance over her shoulder to him, her eyes speaking things that she was not ready to say verbally. Moving into the huddle with his friends, his eyes still on Raelyn as she pulled her loose hair back into a ponytail, he grinned. “Same play,” he said.
The game proceeded throughout the afternoon until almost everyone had dropped out, retiring either into the comfort of Terrell’s house or heading home for their own. J.T.’s long day was quickly catching up with him but he desperately wanted at least a moment with Rae before the day came to an end. As he stood defending his side and spied Raelyn with the ball, he spun quickly back and in a move that took her completely by surprise, sprang at her, raising his hands to clasp around her waist and with his momentum, pulled them both to the ground, the ball popping loose. He could hear the scramble of the rest as they went for the loose ball but J.T.’s mind was only on the girl that he suddenly found in his embrace.
As if by their own accord, his palms skimmed her ribs, coming to rest along the curve of her breasts. Despite the barrier of her top, his fingers found the outline of her bra beneath it, brushing over the lace-adorned cups. As his thumbs whispered across her nipples, even through two layers of cloth, Raelyn shivered beneath him. She looked up, spellbound as his mouth lowered slowly to hers. “If you were my girl,” he whispered, right before his mouth covered hers, “I’d make sure you were never far from my side.”
Raelyn stammered in return, her mouth suddenly desert-dry before his mouth brushed against hers, so lightly that she might have imagined it. Again, she heard his whisper as she trembled both in fear of being hurt again and in anticipation of what J.T. was going to say. “My love is all I have to give, Rae … it’s all I have left.”
“J.T.,” she stammered, glancing up to him from the ground beneath him. “I-I … I’m not ready.”
His thumbs grazed the aroused peaks again as she looked up at him. Even as her words sank into his mind, her eyes spoke things he knew she wasn’t ready to say. He could feel her quiver, her sigh melting against his lips as they lowered to claim hers once more. The kiss was hot, inviting and demanding in like measure. His tongue traced her lips, exploring their shape … their texture and then slipped between them to leisurely twine with hers. His lips sipped at hers, memorizing her taste.
It was as if Raelyn’s whole world tilted but J.T.’s strong arm was there to hold her close, allowing only enough space between them for his hand to cradle her breast. His fingers played their skillful magic on the dimpled crest. His lips and tongue teased, advancing and retreating until Raelyn caught his head between her hands and anchored his mouth to hers. A groan rumbled in his chest as her tongue slid seductively past his teeth, initiating her own bold foray into his mouth.
They were both breathing heavily, lost in the heat of their embrace. J.T.’s hand was traveling upward, underneath her jersey when loud laughter brought them abruptly back to earth. Raelyn gasped, jerking beneath him and would have rolled free had J.T. not held on to her arm. He didn’t appear to be all that steady himself at the moment. He looked as dazed as she felt.
Three of his fellow players and their significant others had given up the game as well, trooping back them as they left the field, issuing friendly taunts as they went. “Administering a little mouth-to-mouth there, J.T.?”
“Is that what a football game does for you, Terrell?” Raelyn blushed hotly as she recognized Jewel’s voice.
“Not usually, but I’m willing to try it some time!”
“Carry on folks, don’t mind us,” Jewel teased, waving long manicured fingers at them.
Raelyn wanted nothing more than to find a large hole, crawl into it, and pull it in after her! She had never been more mortified! J.T., blast him to hell, just shrugged and chuckled along with them as he stood up, hauling Raelyn to her feet. He acted as if it were no big deal to get caught necking in the middle of a friendly game.

It was 11:30 on a Tuesday. I was sitting in the office dealing with phone call after phone call. Somewhere amidst the noise in my office, I heard the familiar ding from my computer signifying that I have a mail message. I ignored it as I wrestled with the lawyer on the other end of the line. But for some reason, I couldn’t get the message out of my head. I get forty messages a day, so why is this one distracting the hell out of me.
Finally, I could resist no longer and so I reached over to the computer and brought up my inbox. The message was from this incredibly gorgeous woman, Marlene, who I met online. The subject line read “One Chance.”
I became so enthralled, I completely lost track of the conversation on the phone. I heard the lawyer on the other line speak my name with an irritated tone.
“Yes, I am here” I said as I clicked on the email. My heart skipped a beat. It read: “You only get one chance. There is a Spearmint Rhino on Valley Boulevard. I will be there at 1:30 today. You will not see me but I will see you. I want you to proceed directly to the men’s room. Do not come looking for me or I will leave and you will never talk to me again. There are three stalls. I want you in the center stall at exactly 1:30.”
Well, I was in shock. This woman had made it rather clear to me that she was in a committed relationship and that real sex was out of the question. Now, she was, at the very least, willing to meet me in person.
Again my mind was far from the negotiation still proceeding on the phone. I interrupted the lawyer who had been spewing for too long now and said, “Listen, my client wants $500,000 up front, the rest you can pay over 5 years. That is the bottom line. If it won’t work for you then we will have to take our chances at trial. You can let me know in writing by the end of the week, but I have to hang up now.” With that, I hung up the phone. That was not my normal style of negotiating, but I had to get off the phone.
The anxiety building up in the pit of my stomach was almost unbearable. I knew that I probably would not actually go through with it. Besides, I had way too much work to do to take off in the middle of the day. But then why was I feeling so anxious. Almost guilty.
After an hour of attempting to get work done, I decided I had to at least go to the club and see her. No harm in that. Just wanted to see if she really was that beautiful in person. But it would take me forty-five minutes to get there. I shut down my computer and hurried to my car. The drive to the video store was excruciating. My mind was moving through fantasy after fantasy. The hardness between my legs was an ever constant reminder that, no matter how anxious I felt, the idea of meeting this woman was one of the craziest thing I had done in a long time.
I spotted the club on the right and turned into the parking lot. It was 1:23. As I walked to the door, I noticed that there were not many cars in the parking lot. A lady at the entrance to the club greeted me and asked for the ten dollar entry fee. I complied and asked here where the bathroom was. She directed me to turn right as I entered the club, pass the stage and it would be down the hall on the left.
As I walked into the club my eyes immediately started scanning the room, but I didn’t wonder around. I didn’t want to risk coming all the way out here and then screw it up by not following her rules. In reality, her dominant attitude in the email really turned me on. On my way to the bathroom, I noticed a fairly attractive blonde on stage. She seemed a little more attractive than what I would have expected on the weekday lunch shift, but given the sexual fog I was in, my perception may have been a little off.
I found the men’s room with ease and walked through the door. The room was empty and surprisingly clean. There were three stalls on the back wall. With my heart pounding in my chest, I moved into the middle one and locked the door behind me. As I shut the door, I found a note attached to the back. It read “I will be entering the stall on your right. If you look down, you will find a hole about the size of a large tennis ball. Keep your eye on that hole. If you perform your duty well, your reward will be more than even your erotic imagination could foresee.”
I looked down at the wall to my right. The wall went all the way to about three inches above the ground, so there was no way to see to the other side, but there was a small hole about four feet from the floor. My heart was pounding as I heard the bathroom door open. I waited, but soon heard the sound of a man using the urinal. Disappointed, I stood there in the stall as two or three more men came in and did their business. About fifteen minutes after I entered the stall, my conscious started getting the best of me and I made a decision to leave. Just then, I heard the stall door on my right open. My heart stopped. I shook off the thought and went to unlock my door. Just then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a large flaccid cock push its way through the hole in the wall. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it surely was not this. I thought Marlene was going to give me a peep show or something. I knew she was girl with a little extra, but I did not expect this much extra. The cock hanging into my stall was at least six inches soft with a large thick head covered by foreskin. I stared at it. I had never actually touched another cock before and I hand never really even seen one that was not cut. I knew what she expected of me, but I just could not bring myself to do it. After a few seconds, she started to retreat. In a panic, I reached out quickly and brushed its underside with my palm. It was struck by how heavy it felt.
Responding to my touch, she moved stopped her retreat. I sensed she was giving me one more chance. Almost instinctively, I squatted before her beautiful cock and held it in my hand. I could feel the blood begin to flood in. She pressed the length of it back into my stall. Strangely, my mouth watered. I wanted so badly to place that soft head between my lips. To my surprise, I did just that. Lifting the length of her with my hand, I parted my lips, wet them with my tongue, pulled back the foreskin, and wrapped my lips around her. Her skin was so soft and warm. Slowly, I released the pressure from my lips and guided her further into my mouth. My mouth watered uncontrollably as her large head rested on the back of my tongue. I closed my lips and sucked gently. Although she already filled my mouth, her massive tool began to swell and harden. I removed my hand from her and began slow deep movements up and down her now engorged cock. Sucking hard through both motions. After only a few strokes, I felt a small amount of salty fluid mix with my own saliva. It curled my tongue and provided a slightly better lube for the huge object of my desire.
I could never explain it, but I pictured all of the girls who have sucked my own cock and tried desperately to do a better job. I remembered how incredible it felt to have a girl bring me all the way down her throat. I knew that I wanted nothing more than to give Marlene the same pleasure. But how, she was huge. With every stroke, I pushed harder, trying to force her all the way down. Pausing with her head pressing firmly against the back of my throat I would adjust my position to allow more and more to pass through. Finally, I adjusted my body so that my head was tilted as far back as it could go. With that, I had her all the way in. I couldn’t breathe but I didn’t care. I knew how incredible it must feel to her. She responded by pushing firmly against the wall. I left my mouth in place as she began short pulsing thrusts deep into my throat. With each thrust, I coated her massive cock with warm saliva and used my tongue to apply pressure to the thick underside. The wall creaked as she fucked my mouth.
Then it began. It is not like I should have been surprised, but my eyes must have been as wide as saucers. I didn’t know how to react, so I did not react at all. I just left my mouth were it was. Her thrusts became more like short quick pulses. The head in the back of my throat grew enormous, cutting off my breathing entirely. Her long thick shaft grew hard as a rock. The movement stopped for a second and her entire rod lept in my mouth. I knew what was coming, but I did not expect it would be so much. The next pulse sent a flood of cum pouring down my throat. I swallowed, but more came spraying in. I kept swallowing, trying to force it all down, but I felt it overflow into my cheeks and out the corners of my mouth. The sharp aroma intoxicated me. . . sent my head spinning. Finally, the convulsions slowed and then stopped. As she pulled her now softening cock past my lips, I gave it one last suck. Closing my eyes, I swallowed the last of her and sat back on my heels. . . satiated.
I opened my eyes quickly as I heard the stall door open followed quickly by the door to the men’s room. I couldn’t believe she had left so quickly. I didn’t even get to see her. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and exhaled. Her scent rose up to my nose and made me smile.
The door to the men’s room opened once again, followed by the distinct sound of women’s heels on the bathroom floor. I snapped back into reality. One of the strippers was in the men’s room, I thought. The door to the stall on my right opened and in she walked.
“So how was your first cock you little slut” the voice said. I was terrified. How could this stripper know. Still on my knees, I peered through the hole in the wall.
My heart sank. I got that incredibly sick feeling that starts in your back and then moves like fire all the way through your body. Standing in the stall next to me was Marlena. She stepped back, gave me a wicked smile, lifted her skirt and revealed a thick hard six inch cock. . . only this one was cut.
“Now it’s my turn” she said.
. . . to be continued. . .

Southern Nights 06. – Setting in
Mary slowly surfaced to consciousness with a strange feeling of almost being strangled. She let her mind drift freely for a moment as her senses gently started absorbing the world around her. Until the sounds and smells of last night came back to her, gently reminding her that it had all been of this world, not just a beautiful dream. It was all still the same, save for a kind of unfamiliar silence. A strange silence actually. It took a few seconds to realize that the air conditioning was not running. That certainly explained this strangling feeling. The room was baking hot. Felt like a sauna. Her entire body was covered in a thin layer of perspiration.
Normally she would enjoy just laying around silently for a while, enjoying the lazy feeling of comfort and luxury. But this was just too much. And besides nature already called for a morning trip to the bathroom.
She sighed deeply as she pulled herself together and got out of the almost damp bed. Her little darling was lying sprawled all of her part, still sleeping soundly.
She took her time in the bathroom, finishing off with an ice- cold shower and a quick peeling of eyebrows before she put on her robe and went out to check on the air conditioner. The damned thing had obviously been switched off sometimes during the night. The door to the terrace was closed too. And now the morning sun was making a greenhouse out of the whole apartment, although the blinds were still shut and the curtains drawn.
Her first reaction was irritation about why it had been done like this. Then she realized that meant someone from room service had been in there during the night. What had they seen? How had she and Linda been laying? And how could they feel free to walk in on people just like that?
Then she realized she had forgot to put up the ‘do not disturb’- sign at the door, and then they actually could enter, even without knocking, if they found it necessary.
Cool enough. In no time everything was wide open, and the fresh, salt scented ocean air filled every corner of the room. There wasn’t even a breath of wind, and from up here the annoying traffic almost couldn’t be heard at all. So the room was still silent as she started preparing breakfast for the two of them. Soon the smell of coffee and warm toast added to that of endless ocean and sun baked bricks.
With some minor efforts and a few mild curses she managed to open the huge parasol on the terrace and push the table in under it. Then she laid the table the best she could to make everything ready for her little darling of darlings. The lack of wind even made it possible to use neatly folded napkins on the plates!
The salty air did cool the room a little, but it still was necessary to start the conditioner again to finally get a decent temperature inside. Mary stood for a moment in the wonderfully cool draft from the fan. Then she finally went over to the sleeping creature on the bed.
“Good morning sleepyhead” she sang, kissing the youngster on a damp cheek. The girl sighed and stretched graciously and then turned to give her the most beautiful of sleepy smiles.
“Sleep well?”
“Wonderful! Never felt better in my life!”
The girl stretched again, this time over on her back. Her answer had been fully open and relaxed, kind of girlfriendish. Then, all of a sudden, she seemed to remember where she was and fall back into her role as a kind of lost puppy.
“How do you feel Miss?” she asked as she hurriedly climbed off the bed and got her robe.
“Mary, dear Linda… I’m Mary, remember?”
“Oh yes, of course Mi… Mary.”
“I feel wonderful this morning, thank you” the lady smiled at her. “I’ve prepared a nice breakfast for us. Why don’t you come and have a bite right away. You can shower and freshen up afterwards. It’s nice and cool outside.”
“Oh, thank you.” Linda looked at the perfectly laid table with an almost sad expression on her face. Mary was a little confused for a moment until she understood. The girl probably felt she should have been the one making the morning preparations, and that she had failed to get up in time for it. A silly notion, but a sign that made the woman warm inside. This little darling had a huge potential in more ways than one, no question about that!
“It’s quite Okay darling” she smiled reassuringly, “let’s grab a bite, and then we can make plans for the next few days.”
She seated the girl at the table and poured coffee with milk for both of them. “I was thinking that we could go exploring the village and stay at the beach a few hours today. For you to get to know at least the closest neighborhood around here. Tomorrow we can have a lazy day back here at the terrace. How’s that to you?”
“Fine” she answered in her typical meek way. Then she pulled herself a little together though, and met Mary’s eyes.
“Yes, I agree. You’ve been here many times though. Could you please tell me a little about the village, and what’s interesting here?”
That was more like it. As they ate in the comfortable shadow of the parasol, Mary told her what she knew about the history of the old fortress down at the port, the shopping possibilities downtown and all the facilities along the beaches. Quite a range of attractions to say the least. Only Mary wasn’t sure what was more attractive to the girl; the water slides and diving towers or the discos right below them down town. She had already decided to try to let go of the girl at least a few nights if she would be interested in some of the night life down there. It would be hard, but it definitely wouldn’t do to try to force her will on her. Anything that wasn’t done out of love and attraction was next to nothing to her. Nothing to build a lasting relationship on. And she definitely wasn’t going to invest so much time in training and perfection of the girl’s skills just for something more like a one night stand! The final orgasm she had last night had shown her in the most convincing of ways what kind of elevated pleasure just a little bit of instruction could give her.
The girl immediately rejected any ideas about exploring the night life though, as soon as she understood what Mary was getting at. “Oh, Mary, I’d like to be here with you. Only with you! I want us to do all kind of things together. I don’t want to go out to meet other people. Not now.” Then she slipped back again for a moment; “If it’s okay with you, Miss?”
“But of course darling, I just didn’t want you to think that I wouldn’t allow you to do what you want. And I’m so glad you said that because that’s the way I feel too. So; let’s just plan for everything together!”
They finished breakfast, and Linda hit the showers. Inside the conditioner had started taking effect, and the room felt quite much better. But the bed was a mess, so the best thing was to get out of the flat as soon as possible to have room service do their job.
It was a wonderfully warm and sunny day. Down at the beach it was a little bit cooler, and a light breeze from the ocean made the conditions perfect. May and Linda found a nice place to relax for a few hours, just with a few short breaks for some snacks and drinks. Mary enjoyed this lazy life as much as ever, but she sensed that the girl was a bit more restless. Although she didn’t say anything, Mary had a distinct impression that she got bored after a while. So, clearly not a good idea to spend much of the day at the beach. Another thing that was fine also with her. Using the terrace for the sunbathing and the hotel pool for cooling was just perfect. That way they could stay at the flat during the warmest day, and explore the surroundings after sunset. Definitely the best solution, Mary thought to herself as she looked at the young girl across the little beach- table. That wonderful girl who actually had promised to pleasure her forever. Then they could just step right inside whenever the heat and the mood ignited the ever-present fire down there…
Right after sunset they went to the same restaurant as last night.
“I thought we’ll vary a little bit” she told Linda as they walked hand in hand up to the entrance, “but now we really need to eat properly. Because we didn’t take time to finish last night, we stuffed ourselves with quite a lot of unhealthy snacks today. Don’t you agree?”
Linda nodded enthusiastically. She had felt exactly the same way. But that had been the absolute only negative feeling she had had during the day. All the rest was just heaven. It was more and more clear to her that she was deeply in love… straight out madly in love! As they arrived at their table, she couldn’t help putting her arm around Mary’s waist, pull her close and kiss her sweetly on the cheek. No touching, no naughty hands. Just this one single gesture to signify her love to this gorgeous woman.
They ate in silence. Until Mary suddenly put her fork down and looked at the girl with shiny eyes.
“Linda… know what?” she whispered.
Linda didn’t answer, but her eyes told the woman anything she needed to know. Mary got glowing warm inside, and felt her entire body tingle with happiness. She just had to reach out and stroke the girl’s cheek with gentle fingertips. Then she cleared her throat;
“I’m horny!” she whispered with a hoarse voice… “More than ever. Practically exploding! You make me feel like I haven’t felt in my entire life.”
Again the girl didn’t answer. Those blue eyes just kept looking back at her. Then she sighed deeply, and suddenly pearly blank tears started rolling down her cheeks.
For a moment Mary stiffened. That sting you always feel when you made somebody cry.
She picked the napkin from her lap and hurriedly put it into the girl’s hand.
Linda took it and wiped her cheeks as she shyly looked down into her plate. Then she lifted her head and her tear- stained face broke into a warm smile.
“Oh, I’m sorry Mi… Mary,” she sighed, shaking her head lightly as though she was trying to kind of clear her mind. “It’s just that it’s all so overwhelming. I still can’t believe that it’s true, somehow…. You’re so beautiful, so wonderful!”
Mary got even hotter. Love and desire fighting over which should make her cheek and air- flips glow the most. For a moment she almost felt her own eyes overflow from the emotional rush.
No! This was just too much. They just had to get out of there at once. They were almost finished anyway, and she had left the hotel room number with the waiter.
She got up and reached for Linda’s hand.
“Hurry Linda, we’ve just got to get back to our room right away. I just can’t take this any more!”
Linda was so surprised by the sudden move that she forgot to leave the napkin, and she still held it in her hand as they rushed up the busy street. As they finally tumbled into the flat clinging closely together, they were possibly even more muddled up than last night. To make the chaos perfect Mary stumbled on her heels and fell over, pulling Linda along with her down on the floor in a heap of giggling. Before they even knew it they were on top of each other, the girl’s face joyfully sinking into the deep cleft between Mary’s full tits.
Mary felt the heat like a raging fire in her body, and couldn’t help pushing her upper arms up to squeeze her tits firmly around the deeply buried face. When she felt the wetness of the softly searching tongue, she just knew that she needed some kind of release right away. But she needed it properly. In a way that made everything right in her world of passion.
“Linda… listen; let’s do it properly, shall we? I really need a proper shower to feel well about it. Then I promise you we’ll play all night! We’ve also got some training to do, remember?
Linda lifted her head for an eager nod. With her most intriguing smiled she went down for a hungry kiss on those full, wonderful lips of her beloved mistress. Then she worked herself up into a sitting position - straddling Mary’s hips - as she started unbuttoning the lady’s blouse. Then she carefully shifted further down to get access to her belt and skirt zipper. She didn’t let the lady up before she had bent down and let her tongue play a joyful game in her naked bellybutton for a few seconds. Then she got up and took Mary by the hands to help her get to her feet.
“I can see you’re improving every passing hour” Mary smiled as she started getting out of the rest of her clothes. Linda helped undressing her until she was completely naked, still without any uncomfortable roaming and fumbling around. Then she dropped to her knees right in front of her, with her nose just inches from the wiry bush of her pussy, looking up into her eyes with this wonderful expression of love and awe written all over her face.
Mary felt her blood boiling as she reached down to caress her cheek and mumble sweet nothings, not caring if she could catch her words or not. Her pussy was soaking wet and she knew she had to have her shower immediately to feel right for the next step of their love.
As Mary got under the bruiser, she was amazed how quickly the youngster was naked and under it after her. Then she found the soap and started covering her up in creamy foam faster than she could say ‘normal distribution’. She was almost surprised that the lovely child didn’t fall down on her knees to kiss her pussy as she rinsed her off. Maybe she was too impatient to get ready for the real thing over on the bed? She certainly hoped so.
When she was cleansed, she took her soft towel and started drying up as Linda soaped herself. She went out and let herself fall down on the bed. There she lay listening as the girl dried, brushed her teeth and put on the night cream she had given her.
When she came out draped in her own towel and saw Mary lying like a goddess on the bed, she fell back into her meek and almost irritating submissiveness once again. Seemed to Mary that the girl kind of lost her courage when it was time to get going with the practical parts of their dreams. This was one of the first things she wanted to correct in their training together. Reluctantly she came forward and climbed up into the bed beside her, again having problems meeting Mary’s eyes.
“Don’t be shy darling. You know I’m dying for your touch. Nobody will be able to make me feel happy the way you do!” she whispered, lifting the girl’s cheek with a tender finger.
Once again the girl’s eyes got moist and threatened to overflow. And again Mary gave in to her urge to go down for a deep kiss, practically feasting on those unimaginably sweet lips of pleasure and
The heat and depth of the kiss made them both so hot they started trembling lightly. And when they broke apart to get some air, their eyes met in clear consensus that none of them could wait a moment longer. As Mary let herself sink back on the bed, the girl was already crawling down in between the slowly spreading legs. This was no time for training. She needed sexual release, and she needed it now! She simply needed to cum into that wonderful mouth down there, the mouth that just found the source of her pleasure and made her body all numb.
They quickly found a relaxed position with Mary supporting her head with one hand and holding Linda’s tightly against her with the other. The girl was a little surprised about the calm way her mistress took her pleasure. She lay almost motionless, breathing with deep, regular sighs; just tensing and shuddering lightly as the girl focused her efforts more and more on her bursting clit. From the way she had expressed her feelings back in the restaurant, she expected this first one to be quite a rough ride.
But it turned out not being rough at all. Only way too short to Linda’s taste. She felt she had just got started on a gentle, regular rhythm as the woman suddenly stiffened and grasped her head with merciless vigor, her fingernails painfully digging into her scalp.
“Hnnnngggghh” she hissed as the convulsions hit and shook her body. Because her head was held so hard, Linda managed to stay more or less in position, and kept hunting the protruding clit with a stiff tongue tip as the spasming pussy completely smeared down her face. It was a feeling more wet and slippery than anything Linda had ever known, and something making her feel so happy she could yell out her joy from the top of her lungs.
The climax continued through all its wonderful phases until the spasms eventually let go and the luscious body relaxed.
“Aaaaahhhh” the lady sighed long and contentedly as she started her recovery. The wonderful recovery from the first violent eruption of their second night together.
For a moment she let herself hover in a heaven of soul-sated satisfaction as Linda continued nursing her down through the sweet afterglow. Once again she was amazed about the power and intensity of the scene. Not just the sexual passion, but just as much the feeling of being special, being desired, wanted and needed. Being in the ultimate centre of someone’s entire attention and consciousness.
But it was time to continue the training. Now when she had had the chance to calm her nerves just a little bit, she knew she had to continue the work of making a perfect oral worshipper out of this lovely creature. If she couldn’t do that, all of this would be more or less for nothing. She knew that over time it would not be satisfactory to take her pleasure from a girl who couldn’t do it right. She already felt that her orgasms were disturbed by the fact that she worried about the next moment the tongue would slip off the right spot. No doubt this would be more and more important to her as the novelty started wearing off and their lovemaking – hopefully - got to be more of a regular thing. Not that she would forget about the beauty and passion of it, but she would simply want more than just the enthusiastic worship. She would want a perfectly skilled worshipping as well.
“Linda dear” she mumbled without even lifting her head from the bed.
“Mmmmmm?” the girl groaned, her tongue still deeply buried in her wet slit.
“That was wonderful, simply awesome.” She sighed again. “If you would ever know how happy you make me with your eagerness to please! I feel like a roman queen.”
The girl shuddered and let out a tiny squeal of joy at her words as she sank her tongue even deeper into her vagina. Her hands kept sliding caressively over her hips, belly and thighs as she worshipped her. Mary let her own hand gently stroke the silky brown locks, returning the love the best she could by simply being open and receptive to her.
Oh, how unimaginably wonderful it would be when she could lay exactly like this after a completely perfect orgasm. Or maybe rather tree perfect orgasms. And it was probably a question of just a few days of training now before it was all within reach. Probably just a few days.
Finally she lifted her head to look down at the youngster. “Are you ready for our next little training session, dear? You know I’m simply dying to get on with it; see just how far we can get in making you perfect.”
Slowly she started the move to get up in a sitting position, giving the girl plenty of time to release herself from the depths of her pussy.
“Like I said last night; you’re extraordinary good, and your eagerness to please is absolutely beyond compare. We just want to adjust your skills for my needs. Make you absolutely perfect for me, just as you’ve told me so many times that you want, remember?”
“Oh yes Mary… I remember. I’ll be as good as you could ever imagine. Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it. Anything at all… Anything at all!” The girl slipped out of her submissive role and became herself again for a little moment. The open, natural young girl she met back at the mall just a few weeks ago. The one she loved most of all. Once again she remembered that she hadn’t succeeded in her perfection of this little love doll until she had brought back that side of her as well.

After writing Pop Star’s Brother, I had many comments about how I should have made Britney and Bryan have a “real” relationship. So here you go! Hope you all enjoy!
Bryan Spears opened up the door to the quiet secluded cabin home the Spears’ family had near their hometown of Kentwood, LA. The smell of country ignited his senses. Finally he was far away from all the chaos and loud noise in Los Angeles. Not to mention his girlfriend, who had been giving him a hard time lately about his work.
He threw his two duffle bags on the couch and walked over to the kitchen. He knew his parents visited the cabin almost every two weeks and always had the fridge filled with good food in case any of the Spears’ kids wanted to get away from the hectic public life. He opened up the refrigerator and was delighted to find a pack of Smirnoff. He took one chilled bottle and opened it drinking it like water. He finished it within a few minutes and sighed.
He was about to get another bottle when he heard footsteps. He grabbed his empty Smirnoff bottle ready to whack whoever was in the house. It was either a burglar or someone from the paparazzi. He stepped back and held the bottle over his head. Once he saw long blond hair he stopped. He put the bottle down frowned.
“Damnit Britney! Why did you scare me like that?”
Britney giggled. “Sorry.”
“What are you doing here?”
Britney made a pouty face. “It’s nice to see you too Bry.”
Bryan put the bottle back down and went to hug his sister. Holding her made his heart race. For the past few nights he’d had so many erotic dreams about her. He’d made love to her over a hundred times in his dreams. In all positions and in every hole. The images of his dreams always turned him on and now he held her so close to