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admin — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 16:52:47 +0000

   Sherry had let John take her to her first porno movie and now they were
on their way home. Sherry had sat through both the movies, just amazed at
some of the things people were doing to each other. She’d never even THOUGHT
of some of those things, yet, now she couldn’t stop thinking about them. She
had never thought about what a man’s sperm would feel like on her tits. It
wasn’t that she was naive, Sherry had often sucked her boyfriends off, even
swallowing their salty come. And making it with another woman! She’d never
thought about it, but watching some of the scenes had aroused her enough that
her panties were very damp. Was she a closet lesbian? Or just curious? The
girl in the movie was a redhead like Sherry, and that added to the mistique
of it. There was that scene where the redhead was sitting on a girl’s face,
and two guys came on her face and her big tits. Sherry had felt like she was
going to come just watching that. Now she wanted John very badly and when
she looked over at him in the darkness of the car, he seemed so very much
more experienced than her 19 years. John was twenty-seven and in good shape,
just beginning to show some small wrinkles around his eyes. Sherry reached
over, across the center console and stroked John’s leg, feeling the imense
bulge in his jeans. He looked at her and smiled, asking her if she’d liked
the movies. Sherry heard her voice, sounding distant as if someone else had
spoken. “I’d rather go home and do those things than watch them.” She said.
    Sherry felt shocked at hearing her own words. She’d never even touched
another girl “there”, much less licked pussy. She tried to explain to John
that she was feeling horny for HIM, and she wanted to get home right away.
They made it home and fell into bed, passions released and the heat and sweat
they generated warmed them both. Later, Sherry wondered if it was the newness
of seeing other people naked and fucking, or the scenes and ideas themselves
that excited her. The following week, for John’s birthday, Sherry bought him
a VCR. He’d wanted one, but they were saving their money, and besides, she
had some tucked away and the VCR was on sale. Soon afterwards, John came home
(as Sherry had hoped) with some porno tapes for them to watch.
    One had a minimal plot, involving a hot-tub party, and Sherry watched in
facination as three couples seemed to swap partners freely. One scene had
a thin blonde taking on two guys with monster cocks (even bigger that John’s
8 inches), and two girls pairing up the remaining man. Sherry couldn’t be
sure which turned her on more; watching the girl suck off one guy (his come
dripping off her face) while the other fucked her doggy style, or the two
girls who took turns fucking the solo male while they also sucked each other.
John rewound the tape when it finished, suggesting that they change into their
robes (and nothing else) to enjoy the next tape. Sherry glanced at its title
of “Erotic Short Stories” and decided that she’d change. John had the tape
ready when they sat down and began to watch.
    The first story was a simple “housewife-fucks-mailman” type and while it
was interesting, Sherry didn’t experience the thrill she had earlier. Then a
story about a girl stranded with a flat tire meeting a couple that takes her
home to use the phone. The woman allows her hostess to dry her rain-soaked
clothes and she’s in only a robe. The woman’s hostess seduces her and then
the man joins in. By the time the climax scene rolled around, Sherry was
stroking John’s cock and openly masturbating herself through her robe. John
was stroking her full round tits with her robe open. The come-shot had the
man spurting on his guest’s full tits and then his wife started rubbing her
face in them, licking his sperm up and finally kissing the woman. John’s
hips were moving up and down as Sherry stroked him. Finally, with a whispery
“I’m gonna cum!” he raised his hips up and over towards Sherry. Sherry pressed
his thick cock against her tits, and said “Cum on my tits for me.” surprised
at her words. John did come on her tits, and her face. His sperm shot out
of his cock with tremendous force, showering Sherry with his thick white cum.
Sherry greedily licked it off his cock and as she sat up and felt it run down
her chest, her fingers found a rhythmn and she exploded in the most forceful
orgasm she’d ever had. John held her until she calmed down, asking her if
it was the movies or him that had excited her. Sherry hedged and said “Both”.
    The next story was a bit strange, with a woman dressed in leather teasing
a man tied to a coffee table. She brought in a younger, slimmer blonde girl
who looked plain in comparison, but her naked form almost matched Sherry’s.
The dark haired, leather clad woman teased the man, squeezing the younger
girls tits, and pulling her labia open, fingering her slit, all while asking
the man if he’d like to suck, taste, feel or fuck the girl. The man’s cock
was standing hard and he pleaded to be allowed to fuck the girl. The girl
just stood there, doing whatever the darkhaired woman told her to do. Sherry
felt her pussy dripping onto her robe, her ass wet with her own juice. John
was stroking his cock and pressing on it hard, making his hips move. The
darkhaired woman allowed the girl to sit on the man’s chest and rub her cunt
on him. He responed by moaning and asking again to fuck the girl. This went
on and on until the girl sat on his cock. She sat perfectly still and the
woman told the man to come. The look on the blonde’s face said that he did
indeed come inside her, her eyes widening then closing in estacy. The dark
woman told the girl to rise up, and she took her hand and rubbed the wet
mixture of their creams on the girl’s face, tits, and stomach. The girl was
then told to lick the dark woman’s pussy. Sherry was experiencing almost
continual orgasms at this point, her mind reeling and her body spasming at
the sight of the girl. The blonde glistened as she leaned back and let the
dark haired woman ride her face, and when she finished she sat up, a thick
wet cream smeared all over her lips and chin. Sherry orgasmed hard, just as
John’s sperm soaked her tits, stomach and robe. That night they went to bed
and fucked hard, Sherry thinking about that scene in the movie with the man
tied down.
    On Saturday, John and his best friend Don went to a boat show, planning
to be gone until dinner time. Janet, Don’s girlfriend stopped in for a visit
while the men drove off in John’s car. Sherry and Janet talked for a while,
and Sherry noticed for the first time how sexy Janet was. Janet had light
brown hair, and a sensual mouth, and her figure was soft and nicely shaped.
Her breasts were large enough to sag just a bit, and they seemed longer than
they were round. The topic turned to sex and Sherry told Janet about one of
the tapes. Both women went to the living room and started watching the one
with the short stories. Janet watched without comment the story of the
stranded woman, and when it was over, she hit the pause button.
    “Can I ask you something Sherry?” Janet said softly. Janet was older by
six years and Sherry assumed that she knew a lot more about sex. Sherry nodded
and Janet continued. “Have you ever thought of making it with another woman?”
    Sherry blushed, and said that she hadn’t until she saw some of these
movies, that she wondered how it would be. Janet confessed that she too had
wondered, but after learning that a high school friend of hers had been having
sex with Janet’s older sister. Sherry asked Janet a question then.
    “Have you ever wanted to be tied up?” She said. Janet said that Don had
done that to her once, and she’d enjoyed it, but only if she knew she could
get out of it. She’d tied Don up once too and found it a lot of fun to be
aggressive and dominant for a change. Sherry started the tape, telling Janet
to watch. They both watched the dark haired woman tease the man and the girl
did what she said. When the tape finished, Sherry hit the rewind button.
    Janet’s face was flushed, and she was sitting closer to Sherry than she
had been before. “Could you rewind it to where she sits on his prick?” She
breathed. Sherry looked at Janet, seeing a pink flush peeking out over the
top of her v-necked t-shirt. They watched the scene again, and when the girl
sat there getting their creams rubbed on her Janet fell back against the sofa
and sighed heavily. Sherry stopped the tape and looked at Janet.
    “Are you alri…” She broke off in mid sentence, seeing the dark wet area
that had spread across Janet’s tan jeans.   Janet’s nipples were poking against
the t-shirt and her face was flushed and red.
    “God! I just came without doing anything! Just watching a porno movie!”
Janet breathed. “Can you beleive that?” Sherry told Janet that she’d have
to clean up before leaving and suggested that she could wash Janet’s pants.
While Janet peeled out of her jeans, Sherry brought her spare robe into the
room, seeing Janet naked from the waist down. Her eyes locked onto Janet’s
thick dark bush, and the sensuous lines of her hips and thighs. Janet saw
Sherry’s gaze and smiled. “This is sort of like the stranded-woman story
isn’t it?” Janet said, indicating the robe. “Are you going to seduce me?”
Electricity filled the air and they both felt it. Sherry stood close to
Janet, the older woman just an inch or so taller.
    “I-I’d like that.” Sherry whispered. Janet and Sherry didn’t breathe,
and then Janet’s hand touched Sherry’s arm. Without a word, Sherry knelt and
began kissing and licking Janet’s bush. Janet stood, spreading her legs
slightly. Sherry tasted her first taste of another woman, and it ignited a
burning desire within her. She used her tounge to probe Janet’s soft folds,
tasting her cream from her earlier orgasm. Janet shucked her shirt and bra,
standing naked over Sherry. “Suck my clit. Use your tounge on it.” She
whispered. Sherry complied, concentrating on Janet’s small bud, making the
older woman rock her hips and hold on to Sherry’s head.
    Sherry pushed Janet back onto the bed, kneeling on the floor and sucking
while Janet moaned and began to tremble. Sherry couldn’t beleive how much
this excited her, making her own cream seep around her panties, wetting her
crotch completely and soaking her jeans. She couldn’t believe how good Janet
tasted either, so different from a man’s sperm. Janet started thrashing on
the bed, moaning and thrusting her shaking hips up to Sherry’s mouth. Sherry
seemed lost in a haze of lust, rubbing Janet’s cream on her face, rubbing her
face in Janet’s pussy. Janet’s orgasm subsided, but Sherry continued to lick
and suck the sopping pussy before her. She rubbed her face against Janet’s
wet cunt, breathing very heavily. When Janet pulled away, Sherry leaned
back, panting, her hand down the front of her unzipped jeans, and the other
hand rubbing Janet’s cream on her face and down under her shirt to her tits.
Janet watched for a moment or two, seeing Sherry completely lost in her lust.
Her voice brought Sherry out of her haze, focusing her on the present.
    “God you’re so hot!” Janet said. “Let me make you come now.” Sherry just
looked at Janet, and she sat back on her feet as Janet stood over her. Janet
helped Sherry up, and began undressing her quickly. Sherry’s face was slick
and wet with Janet’s cream, and once her blouse was off, Janet wiped some onto
Sherry’s left nipple. Sherry gasped and felt Janet’s touch on her breast.
“Would you like me to rub myself all over you like the girl in the movie?”
Janet asked.
    “Oh, God Yes!” Sherry said. Janet made Sherry lay back, and Janet moved
over her and started rubbing her pussy on Sherry’s firm round tits.
    “Oh, your breasts are so beautiful.” Janet said, feeling Sherry’s erect
nipple graze her clit. Sherry lay there, feeling the warm wetness against
her tit. “Had John ever come on your tits?” Janet asked. Sherry moaned,
remembering the night before.
    “Yes. Twice. Just last night” She whispered. Janet picked up on Sherry’s
lack of “sophistication” right away. She started asking more questions.
    “Has he ever come in your mouth?” Janet asked.
    “Yes.” Sherry replied, “lots of times.”
    “Do you like it when he fills your mouth with come?”
    “Yes.”
    “Do you rub it all over your face too?”
    “No.”
    “I bet the next time, you’ll rub it all over your face and tits”
    “OH YES!”
    “Would you like to lick John’s come off my tits?”
    “Yes!”
    “How about sucking it out of my pussy?”
    “Ohhh yessss.”
    “Or having both Don and John come on you and I’ll rub it all over you.”
    “Uhhhhhh yessss”
    Janet was still rubbing her creamy pussy all over Sherry’s tits, making
them wet and shiny with her juices. She turned around and sat on Sherry’s
face, letting the slim redhead suck her pussy again.
    “Just think if this were John’s thick hot come on your tits, and I’m
sitting here rubbing it all over your tits and stomach while you eat me.”
    Sherry’s hips were undulating, her legs opening and closing in search of
something to wrap around. Janet’s hands were massaging her own slick cunt-
juices over Sherry’s body, and finally, she couldn’t resist and bent down to
lick Sherry’s dripping cunt. As Janet’s tounge found her sopping slit, Sherry
pulled her legs up high, spreading herself for Janet. Janet’s face was soaked
almost at once, and she became as carnal as Sherry once she tasted her sweet
thick come.
    They lost track of time and their orgasms, until at last, they lay on
the bed holding each other, their bodies slick with sweat and their creams.
Janet leaned over and started to kiss Sherry, and Sherry began to resist. It
hadn’t seemed wrong to suck each other’s pussies, nipples or be covered in
slick come, but kissing was so…so…   Before she could make up her mind,
she felt her arms go around Janet and they kissed each other with long deep
kisses, their tounges flirting and dancing.
    Sherry saw the time a bit later, and suggested that they shower and then
get Janet’s clothes dry. They’d just finished and were having coffee when
John and Don returned with two large pizzas and some video tapes. They ate
dinner and watched a comedy movie, laughing and joking with each other. About
an hour later, Don sheepishly said that the other tape was a dirty movie, but
it was so very hot that he and John thought the girls might enjoy it. Janet
and Sherry laughed, and said that was a good idea. Don put the tape in and
everyone settled back on the sofa to watch.
    The movie was about a rich young woman with a house full of servants. The
servants were always scantily clad, be they men or women. The woman’s niece
comes to visit, and she appears to be about 19, and very horny. After some
scenes where the niece takes on the “maid” and then the “gardener”, the woman
decides to see just how much she can handle. She has her niece lay naked in
the living room and instructs her to masturbate. She also says if she wants
to stay here she’ll follow instructions. The girl complies and begins to
masturbate. The “aunt” tells her to let every one of her servants have her
favors, since she’s been giving them away anyhow. All of her male servants
enter one by one and they use every part of the girl’s body. The “aunt” keeps
them all in the room, not letting them come yet. Once all the men have had
at least one good fuck, she has all eight of them circle her and jack off,
covering the young brunette with their sperm. The men back off and now the
girls enter and strip. Each female servant begins to lick the niece off, and
while one would suck her pussy, another would straddle her face. This went
on for a while, then the “aunt” demanded had everyone sit down except the
niece. Then she told the girl to “crawl from person to person and suck them
off again like the good cum-covered slut that you are.” The girl complied
and fingered herself the whole time. The movie closed with the girl standing
and rubbing her face and tits, and saying “I love being a slut for Aunt Joan!”
    Sherry and Janet were both sitting between their men, and both were quite
turned on. By the bulges in the men’s pants, so were they. Janet was the
one who was bold enough to start.
    “I bet you guys would love to have a ‘niece’ like that!” She said.
    “Or an Aunt Joan!” Don replied. John echoed the sentiment.
    “Well, how about you play the butler Don, and John’s the Chef.” Janet
giggled with Sherry. “We can decide who plays the niece.”
    The men agreed, and asked what next. “Strip to your shorts!” Janet said
firmly. Sherry was sitting back and watching them pratically tear their clothes
off. Janet looked at Sherry. “Niece?” She asked. Sherry nodded. “STRIP!”
Sherry stood and removed her clothes, standing naked in front of everyone.
Janet stood and removed her pants, top and bra, leaving her panties on. She
told the men to strip completely and smiled with satisfaction as their cocks
sprang to attention.
    Janet leaned back against the sofa and pointed to her sopping panties.
“Take them off with your mouth.” She commanded Sherry. The men watched and
stroked themselves while the fair redhead pulled off Janet’s panties. “Now
suck my cunt. Lick it like a good slut.” She further commanded Sherry. The
petite redhead litterally dove into Janet’s cunt, rubbing her face in it and
making it wet. Janet called John over and started sucking his cock. She
also told Don to fuck Sherry’s cunt hard, but not to come. Sherry felt Don’s
smaller cock slide into her drenched pussy, and begin pumping her. She felt
like she was in heaven. The room filled with the warm scent of sex, and they
were all feeling it quite heavily.
    Janet made Sherry suck her while John slammed her cunt from behind, and
all the while Janet told Sherry that she had to lick John’s cum from her cunt.
Sherry was all primed, but at the last minute, Janet changed her mind. She
had both men kneel on either side of Sherry. She told Sherry that the guys
would jack off on her tits, only if she gave them the proper encouragement.
Sherry laid back and rubbed her tits, and her pussy, telling the men that she
wanted them to come on her tits. Janet told her that wasn’t good enough, to
try harder, whispering something into Sherry’s ear.
    Sherry started again. “I want your cum! All over me! Janet wants to suck
a hot cum-covered slut. Make me your hot cum-covered slut tonight so Janet
will suck my cunt! I’m so wet! I’ll suck Janet’s cunt for you, or her tits,
or rub my sperm covered tits in her face for you. I’ll do anything if you’ll
shoot your hot cum on me!”
    Both men released a torrent of hot sperm onto Sherry’s face and tits.
She moaned and orgasmed right away, her hips rising and her whole body shuddered
as stream after stream coursed over her. Both men sat back.
    “Let her lick your cocks off.” Janet commanded. The both moved up and
Sherry licked them off, tasting the come of two men. When she’d finished,
Janet, who’d been fingering herself while watching, straddled her face, and
sat just about two inches too high. “Lick me with your come-coated tounge
you hot slut! Lick my cunt! Make me cum in your face.”
    Sherry pulled her down and started sucking. Janet’s hands began rubbing
the sperm over Sherry’s tits, and rubbing some on her own bigger tits as well.
She reached down and fingered Sherry’s orange-red bush, triggering Sherry’s
orgasm. Janet laid down on top of Sherry, feeling their bodies slide wetly
over each other. Janet’s tounge found the younger girl’s clit, peeking out
from behind her orange bush. She sucked and licked, her own juices flowing
feely into Sherry’s mouth. Both girls began to come, racing each other to a
orgasm. They both came almost together, moaning and writhing on the floor,
their cum-lathered bodies slipping over each other.
    Finally satisfied, everyone laid back and began to relax by their mates.
Sherry looked at Janet a short time later while the men were dozing and lick-
ed her lips, mouthing the question “tomorrow?” and seeing Janet lick her lips
as she nodded. Sherry looked at the VCR and decided that it was really the
best thing she’d ever purchased in her life.

Legs, Legs, Legs!

admin — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 16:52:07 +0000

I’m proud to say that Monica is the most accomplished leg slut I
know. I’m proud of that, because she’s my wife-slave-slut, but also
because I taught her most of the techniques that she now uses so
wonderfully to tease men and women and make their cocks rock hard and
their pussies drip with juice.

If you’ve read any of my stories, I’m sure you’re aware that I love
long nipples and nice, tight asses. But nothing quite gets me going
like a pretty pair of legs and a woman who knows how to use them.
Using them correctly isn’t as easy as one might think. I know lots of
women with nice legs, but many of them have alot to learn about how to
really use what they have.

One girl I knew who taught me most of what I know about how women
can use their legs to their advantage was a gal named Cindy who I grew
up with. She was cute as a button when she was a young girl, and that
cuteness later matured into great beauty as she got older. She was a
lovely woman inside and out, but it was the way she used her legs
through the years that is the focus of this story.

Believe it or not, it was in Sunday School that I first began to be
enchanted by Cindy’s legs. We were in a class together when she was
fourteen and I was twelve. She’d begun to wear stockings by that age,
and in those days most mothers made their daughters wear dresses to
church every Sunday. This was in the pre-pantyhose days when the
“good” girls wore girdles whether they needed them or not, simply to
avoid having to wear the sexier garter belts. Nothing was much more
frustrating than trying to make it with a girl who didn’t want to give
up her girdle, let me tell you. I spent far too many nights rubbing
hot pussies through the stiff covering of a long-legged girdle to suit
me.

Cindy was a good girl, too. But luckily for me, her mother wasn’t
about to make her wear a girdle. Let’s face it, the girl was tall and
slim, and it just didn’t make sense to make her wear some old girdle.
It would be another 20 years or more before she’d have any need for
anything like that.

Maybe it came naturally to her, I don’t know, but Cindy moved her
legs in ways that other women never even dreamed of moving them. They
were long and extremely shapely, and to watch her cross them was a
thing of beauty even when she was fourteen. She would move them so
fluidly, and if you listened hard, you could hear the swish of the
nylon as the upper leg moved slowly and sensuously against the lower
one.

She would cross them, then turning her foot to the side and tucking
it over to the left, she would place her other foot behind that one,
crossing her ankles as well as her knees. Invariably when she did that
her dress would stand out a bit at the sides, and sitting across the
room from her, I could almost always steal a glimpse of her garters and
the tops of her stockings.

The thing about Cindy was that she knew I was watching her and she
knew I was seeing up her dress and she knew I was loving her beautiful
legs and she would just simply smile and continue her show. I wish I
had a dime for every time I masturbated thinking about her legs and the
sexy shows she put on for me on Sunday mornings.

By the time I got to high school, Cindy was going steady with
another guy. We were always friends, but in those days going steady
was the rule, and if you weren’t the first guy to get hooked up with
someone, you were just out of luck. Still, there was never any secrets
between Cindy and I about my desire for her or for her interest in
keeping that desire strong. I’d walk by her in the congested corridors
of the school and let the back of my hand brush against her thigh so
that I could feel her garter through her dress. She would simply
pause, letting me feel as long as I dared, then smile and walk on,
helping me cover up our little teasing routine by dropping her books to
cover my hand as I touched her.

We lost touch after her graduation from high school when she went
to college. I’d see her occasionally at church when she would come
home to see her parents, and if I was lucky, I’d get another leg show
from time to time. But those opportunities became more and more scarce
as I went to college myself.

It was after my graduation from college and my return to my
father’s grocery business that I was once again able to see Cindy from
time to time. She had married her high school sweetheart by this time,
and I had married mine, as well. But she shopped for her groceries in
our store, and I made sure that I always was the one who carried her
groceries to the car for her. I wasn’t about to miss a chance to see
her swing those long legs into the car.

The view got even better with the advent of the mini-skirt and the
invention of pantyhose. No one has ever looked better in a mini-skirt
than Cindy did. She was twenty five years old at the time and in the
prime of her life as far as her body was concerned. Her legs had never
looked better, nor had the rest of her body. When she came in the
store with a mini-skirt on, she was the focus of attention of every man
in the store.

We continued to play our little teasing game, of course, and when I
would take her groceries out, I’d always be sure to put them in the
back seat on the driver’s side so I could hold the door for her and
watch her get in. I made no secret of my admiration for her legs,
commenting to her on how beautiful they were and how much I loved her
in the short skirts that were the rage of the day. She ate it all up
and was always very free in the way she swung her legs and let her
skirt ride even further up when she got in the car.

I eventually grew bolder and bolder with Cindy as our flirtation
continued, and before long I was sliding her dress up with my hand even
further after she had entered the car, so that I could see even more
leg. She always scolded me and pulled it back down, but not once did
she ever try to stop me until I had slid it up as high as I dared and
had a good look at her.

She had a small child, a daughter, and before long was expecting
her second child. It was difficult for her to handle getting out as
often as she liked with the first child so little, and of course, I was
eager to help her in any way I could. One day she called and asked if
I would mind bringing her a box of pampers on my way home to lunch. I
didn’t mind at all, of course, and I eagerly awaited the arrival of my
lunch hour that day.

When I got to her house and rang the doorbell, she greeted me in
lovely blue dress that did little to cover the long and beautiful legs
that flowed from her hips to the floor.

“Oh, thanks!” she said warmly with a big, sexy smile. “Come on in.
You don’t know how much I appreciate your bringing these by for me.
I’ve just now gotten the little one asleep. Sit down for a minute, if
you have time.”

I sat in a chair in the living room, watching as she poured herself
onto the couch across from me, crossing her legs in that wonderfully
familiar way. When she had crossed them, her hand fell to her lap
which unobtrusively resulted in her hem being raised a good four or
five inches more.

She began to talk to me about the trials of motherhood, and as she
spoke her, hands began caressing those long legs which were mesmerizing
me as she talked. I was nearly in a trance.

“You really do like my legs, don’t you?” she said with a smile,
awaking me from my reverie.

A bit embarrassed to be caught staring so intently, I laughed a
nervous, little laugh and replied, “You know I do. I’ve never seen
anyone with more beautiful legs than you have. They’ve excited me for
at least ten years now.”

“Come here,” she said, patting the couch beside her.

I walked across the room, feeling my cock growing hard inside my
pants. Much more, and it would be obvious how excited her legs made
me. I sat next to her on the couch and felt Cindy take my hand in
her’s to place in on her thigh a good six inches above her knee.

“I’m glad you like my legs so much. I love for men to admire them,
and I love to show them off. Do you like the way they feel?”

My cock was now straining at the front of my pants. I’d never been
harder or hotter in my life. “Oh, gawd, Cindy. I’ve dreamed of
touching them more times than I can tell you. They feel wonderful!” I
said breathlessly.

Cindy removed her hand from mine and taking the hem of her dress in
her hands began to slide it upward until she had raised it nearly to
her waist.

“Touch them all you like. Touch them anyway you like,” she said,
her own breathing now affected by the passion she was feeling as well.

I slid my hand up her thigh, all the way to her panties, caressing
her soft skin and sliding my hand over the sides to touch every inch of
them. She watched my hands at first, but soon slid down on the couch
to lay her head back against the back and uncrossed her legs, letting
them fall open slightly. The blue dress had now ridden up to her
waist, exposing her white bikini panties, as well as every inch of the
legs that had been the object of my desire nearly half my life.

Sliding off the couch and kneeling in front of her, I began kissing
her legs just above the knees as my hands continued to adore them. She
let them fall even further open, until her pantied crotch was now fully
exposed to me. As I kissed her opened thighs, I looked at her panties
and watched as they grew stained from the leaking juice that was now
pouring from her cunt. What was at first a small circle had widened
until the damp stain now ran completely across the crotch of her
panties. My nostrils were filled with the smell of my favorite
fantasy: girl’s sex.

The closer I got to her crotch with my kisses, the wider she opened
her legs until finally I began to lick at her cunt through the wet
panties that tried so valiantly to hold in her juice. Her hips jerked
as my tongue licked across the silky fabric, stroking her hard clit
that pushed against it from the other side.

Cindy reached down to pull the panties to one side, exposing her
now dripping wet fuck hole to my eager mouth and tongue. Her left leg
now rose, and she placed it on my shoulders, her right leg following
suit as she pressed her pussy hard against my mouth. Her hands moved
to my head, and she moaned sexily as she ground her hot pussy against
my mouth.

I was in heaven. I loved the feel of her silky, long legs gripping
my head and the smell and taste of her wonderful fuck juice as it
poured out into my mouth. I could have eaten her for hours and never
grown tired. But in a very short time, her orgasm overtook her, and
she began coming against my face, hunching her hips at me and
tightening and releasing those precious legs against the side of my
head as she came.

When her legs had fallen away from my shoulders, I nervously looked
at my watch. I had to go. I was going to be too late getting home for
lunch if I didn’t hurry. “I have to get…that was marvelous, Cindy.
I don’t know how I can thank you enough for what just happened.”

“Don’t go. Not yet,” she said, reaching out for me as I rose from
my kneeling position in front of her. Keeping her legs open wide and
her dress pulled all the way to her waist, Cindy began unzipping my
pants fishing my still rock hard cock out of its prison. Leaning
forward, she took it into her mouth and began to feed more and more of
it into her. Before I knew what was happening, she was fucking her
mouth back and forth on it giving me the best blow job I had ever had.

As I looked down at her sucking my cock, her beautiful, long legs
were splayed to either side of her head framing the action of her lips
on my dick. I placed my hands on her head, running my fingers through
her hair and pumped my cum-filled dick into her mouth as she eagerly
continued to suck on it.

In no time at all I could stand it no longer, and the hot fuck
inside me erupted into her mouth in huge gobs. She lovingly swallowed
it, and when she had milked me dry, licked her tongue around her lips,
eager to get every little drop of my cum.

She lay back on the couch, leaving me to put my now limp dick back
into my pants and ran her hands along the insides of her soft thighs as
she smiled at me.

“You can do that again, you know. Anytime you want. My legs are
your’s to kiss or touch or see any time and any way you like. You can
pull my dress up and see them whenever you like, and any time you want
to come by here and kiss them, just call and let me know. Thanks for
bringing the pampers. I have an idea I’m going to be needing alot of
them from now on,” she said smiling.

She did need alot of pampers in the days to come. And I did take
advantage of her offer. Every time was as special as the first. To
this day, when I think of legs, I think of Cindy and the way she used
her’s to drive me crazy all those years.

It gave me great pleasure to teach Monica many of the techniques
that Cindy taught me, and when I watch her cross and uncross them and
pull her dress up just the right amount to make mouth’s water all over
the room, I breathe a little thank you to the girl of my youth.

Last Night

admin — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 16:51:24 +0000

Alright, so I was horny again; but, as I mentioned previously, I’m divorced,
but living at home with the ex-wife and two children. This arrangement is easy
and convenient for everyone; but, my ex is taking advantage of my needs. And,
now, there’s no doubt about it!

Last night, shortly after I disconnected, my wife was up, checking on one of
the kids. When she saw me awake and at the terminal (not surprised as I only
get home late, she asked me if I wanted to taste her pussy. Sure! (We
haven’t had anything going on between us since the divorce and I certainly
didn’t have time to find anyone for companionship or intimacy as I work so
much.)

She always enjoyed the way I ate her pussy; although, lately she’s been very
aggressive and dominant, physically. She brought me into her bedroom, told me
I could undress (all I had on were shorts anyway) and had me sit on the edge
of the bed. She only had on a transparent black baby doll and after she
removed her g-string type panties, reached under the bed for a small bag. She
put the bag next to me on the bed and said not to touch it.

Then, she moved in front of me and began to rub her hands across her body,
over her pert tits and hard nipples, spreading her legs and rubbing her
thighs, moving one hand in between to massage that beautiful, tight pussy
(which has been shaved clean, all except for just a little patch at the top).
She reached over for a few moments and teasingly stroked my raging hard on.
Having fingered her pussy to a dripping wetness, she removed her fingers and
ran them across my lips and into my mouth, asking me if I really, really
wanted to taste her juices.

I said that I did very, very much. She asked if I would do “anything” to be
allowed to taste her. I said “yes.” She then said that I’d have to agree to
submit to her desires for the rest of the night. Thinking that I really never
expected to physically have her again, I readily agreed.

She then opened the bag (which I had forgotten about) and withdrew several
cords. She said that I’d have to be tied down, just to insure I’d keep my
promise. After each of my limbs were tightly tied to a corner of the bed and
I was spread-eagled and helpless, she removed her sheer baby doll and began to
rub the length of her naked body all over me, putting those pert titties and
nipples into my mouth, squatting down over my face, just enough to get a brief
taste and contact with her lips and clit. She moved her body down and brushed
her tits against my hard cock and even gave my balls, which were exposed and
hanging helplessly between my outstretched legs, a quick rub.

Getting up from the bed, she said that if I really wanted to taste her pussy,
she was prepared to satisfy my desire and was going to “go even beyond that.”
I was puzzled by what she meant; but, when she reached back into the bag, I
saw her remove several dildoes, I was confused. There was a really giant
dildo which looked absolutely life-like, I couldn’t believe the appearance or
size of this monster, next a long double dildo with a head at each end came
into view, followed by a tube of KY jelly.

She started to play with the dildoes against her body and rub each one over
her titties and between her legs. After a short time, she said that I would
now taste her pussy, but I’d do it HER way! She took the double headed dildo
and moved one end into her pussy, in and out, over and over again. Then, she
pulled it out and reinserted the other end into her pussy, about half way.
Explaining that the exposed half of the dildo was covered and dripping with
her juices she moved up onto my chest to give me a close view. She looked
like she really had a cock the way this thing jutted out from between her
legs! She showed me the slickness of her shaft and told me it was now time
for me to taste her. Before I could understand what she was getting at she
moved closer, putting her knees on each side of my head and moved the end of
the dildo into my mouth! She said this was the way she had intended for me to
taste her and that I would taste her well this night!

She began to fuck my mouth with the dildo and would have me lick the sides and
underneath, all the way down to where it entered her pussy, until I had licked
it clean. Then, she would pull it out of her, turn it around, reinsert it,
and continue the same, forceful domination. As she did this, she would talk
nasty and tell me to “lick this cock” and “suck her dick” and tell me that
this is what I should enjoy sucking.

(I should mention that I have never, ever, had a homosexual affair or
encounter. I HAVE participated in many a threesome (some with my ex-), and a
few times the threesomes have included myself, my ex-, and another man;
however, I never really did anything with the other man. Previously this had
upset my ex- (at that time my wife), because she wanted me to and it never
actually occurred. She would get it on with the other girl when the
threesomes consisted that way. The only time she was really excited and
turned on by our events seemed to be when I came as close as when I would lick
her body and suck her tits while she would be sitting on top of our friend’s
cock, fucking away, and having me move my head down to lick her pussy, while
his cock went in and out of her. She also would enjoy it when she would set
it up so that she would be 69ing me, with her on top, and have our friend fuck
her from behind. During these times, she would reach back and put her hand
around his cock as it went into her and sometimes knock it out so that it
would plunge into my mouth. But, it would just be very quick, as I was not
wanting this, and seldom happened (although she would always try it several
times. Once, she had me eat her out after he had come inside her. But, I
have never actually “done” anything involved, or on a one-to-one basis with
another guy.)

Now that that’s explained, back to what she was now doing to me last night.
She continued to fuck my mouth with the dildo and talk dirty to me until she
worked herself up to orgasm. When that happened she almost fucked that dick
down my throat and choaked me she was so excited. After she recovered, she
turned the dildo around again and had me taste her pussy cum and juices of the
well used end. Soon, she worked herself up to an excited state again; but,
got off of me. I thought that she might be sore from all the activity (my
mouth and throat certainly were); but, she then pushed two pillows under my
ass. (As I was already tied tightly, this only increased the tension of the
cords pulling on my arms and legs.)

The more she kept moving around with this cock hanging down from between her
legs, I could almost swear it was the real thing. Anyway, she then began to
lubricate the exposed portion of “her cock” and told me I was now in for a
real treat. I protested; but, she said that the reason I was tied was to
remind me that I had promised “anything.” She said “not to worry” that she’d
only ass-fuck me as brutal, nonstop, and merciless as the most I had ever done
to her. (Well, there were a few times where I had really done it to her, but
she liked it that way every now and then.)

Now, she got onto the bed and between my legs and said that I was now going to
know what a women felt like! She had to move down rather clumsily as she
tried to manuever the exposed half of the dildo toward my tiny opening while
keeping the other half buried inside her pussy. After a while, she had it in
position and said that she’d now give me “what I really wanted, especially
after having sucked it so good.” With that she rammed the dildo into my ass as
far as it would go, all in one thrust! I felt like I was being torn apart!
Before I could say anything she had pulled it all the way out. Then, rammed
it back in all the way. She continued to pull it all the way out and ram it
in for some time, not giving my muscles a chance to get accustomed to the size
of this invader. Finally, she remained stationary long enough for my asshole
to recover from the initial shock. Then, she began fucking my ass, fast, very
hard, in fact brutal, until I was pleading with her to stop. After I did
that, she began even harder thrusts and said that for the next half-hour I
would learn what the word “merciless” really means. I thought I’d pass out.

Finally, after about 20 minutes she had made herself orgasm, as with every
thrust into me, she felt a similar movement from the end which penetrated her.
I said I too was about to cum and she said “not to dare on her new sheets.”
She said that I would only be allowed to cum as a result of the cock fucking
my ass (although she had removed the end from her pussy by now) and she
continued to fuck the dildo in and out of me with one hand, while her other
hand played with my rock hard dick and balls. When I was about to explode,
she cupped her hand around the end of my dick and pumped my cum into her hand.

After I finished exploding (like never before in my life), she removed the
dildo from my ass and I thought it was all over. But, she said that I had
been a good boy, so I’d get desert! She then took her hand full of cum and
wiped it over her tits and nipples and said that I’d have to lick them clean.
With that she bent forward and put her nipples and tits to my face and began
rubbing them into my mouth and lips!

When I was finished, she said that she needed some rest for work the next
morning. She untied me and said to go back to my room, she was going to
cleanup and go to sleep.

I’m still sore and I don’t know about her. Anyway, so much for male
domination by a horny ex-!

Ladies First

admin — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 16:50:37 +0000

From the beginning. I have been asked when I first knew I was a
zoophile. Actually, I don’t know of a time I wasn’t in some way or
another. I always did get pleasure from touching animals, and I would
go against or go around anyone or anything who tried to stop me. No,
it’s not like I would climb fences to pet lions or anything silly. My
mother didn’t like me playing with the neighborhood cats and I would do
it any time I could get away with it and a few times I couldn’t.

In fact, my mother usually used that term, “playing” with
considerable scorn, as if “playing” were some nasty thing that babies
did because they were nasty. At best, playing was useless and much less
important than serious things like dishes and kissing up.

I do know the cats were unwanted competitions for my mother’s love.
How could she properly punish me by withholding her love when I could
find refuge with the cats who would love me uncritically? How could she
use imaginary hurts against me if I had companions who lived so much
closer to reality? How could she deceive me if I knew honesty?

Sure, this sounds cynical. Yet, truth be told that this is less
than the half of it. I did learn first-hand what was wrong with the
excuse that other families were worse.

I remember seeking love from girls my age with great desparation (I
was desparate, not the girls (the girls were simply pathetic)). Even
after learning the hard way that these girls would take advantage of my
desparation, I had to find the explanation in writing before I could
really understand what had happened. This is a common thread that runs
through politics, sexual politics, gambling halls, schoolrooms, and
sales tactics. If someone wants something someone can sell it to them.
If someone is desparate, the price can be very high.

I remeber great fear of my developing sexuality. Even before I ever
had sex with animals, I knew that I was terribly afraid to kiss girls.
Then we did do a lot of touching and holding, but when I was offered a
kiss I was desparately afraid. I also feared touching breasts,
buttocks, and whatever it was down there under the zipper. An arm
around the waist was wonderful. I loved to hold hands. Eyes were quite
compelling.

Thank you, C., for the times you gave me. Sometimes you let me
hold your hand at a basketball game. You tolerated my desperation and
let me touch and hold you after a lot of the others no longer would. I
wish we could have had some honest talks with each other. Who was your
boyfriend then? I know you had at least one boyfriend who didn’t mind
the innocent touching we did. I don’t think I ever knew his name.
Maybe you and he are why I don’t think of the human race as total cruds.

I was about 11 or 12 when I first saw a pair of dogs coupling. The
bitch’s vagina was quite swollen and the dog’s penis looked strange and
rather large. I did wonder what it would be like to put my own penis in
there. It seems I had the idea of doing it with animals since my mother
told me and my sister about the birds and the bees. I was really scared
of getting some girl pregnant. My mother told me that if I did get a
girl pregnant she would shoot me. She tried to tell me later that she
was joking. This was much later and I didn’t believe her.

My first sexual contact with an animal was with a male part
Labrador puppy my step-father gave me. I was quite sexually ignorant.
Somehow it just seemed natural that I could fuck the puppy as a
substitute for a girl. I had only a very hazy concept of the relative
sizes of the penis and the vagina, and I didn’t even know if I had a
male or a female.

So, I took the puppy into the garage when no one else was home and
I tried to do it to him. I put my penis under his tail at approximately
the place where the vagina was located in anatomical drawings of women.
No, it didn’t go in, though it felt wonderful to rub against all that
fur. I didn’t even find the anus until later. When I kept trying this
my penis slipped underneath the puppy and I thought I had entered him,
but found out that I had just slipped down between his legs. I was SO
sensitive then. Just rubbing into the fur between his legs felt
incredibly good.

Then, the puppy turned around and licked the head of my penis,
once. I can’t describe just how wonderful that was. I can say it was
like electricity from head to toe. I got hooked on this experience, and
the puppy was quite happy to oblige me. It wasn’t long after that until
I had him licking my own hole. I got to liking that better because the
puppy was getting into the habit of biting a bit when he licked my
penis, but he never bit my bottom. I guess he didn’t think there was
anything to chew on back there. He really seemed to like this a lot.

I don’t remember exactly when I started being able to have orgasms
by hand. Midnight (the puppy) would gladly help me do this. He was
getting big by then. Every day when I came home from school I would go
into the garage where he was kept, drop my drawers, and let him work on
the back while I worked on the front. I would squirt a lot of white
sperm all over that wall of the garage.

Later, I would try to fuck him under the tail. He would let me
keep trying, and I never succeeded. Just about the time I started to
get in he would pull away. I remember a jar of vaseline my stepfather
kept in the headboard of a bed out there. (I don’t know exactly what he
used it for. It had numerous finger-tracks in it). What I don’t
remember is why I never greased Midnight up when I tried him. I
suspect, but never will know, that my stepfather did.

I also tried on many occasions, unsuccessfully, to get Midnight to
fuck me from behind. He would try very hard to do this, but we never
got into the right position. He would always end up hitting me
somewhere too high. I guess he got too excited and maybe I just curled
up too much because I was both scared and excited. He would squirt a
bit on me. I don’t think I ever did bring him off by hand, either. I
really did miss him when my step-father gave him away, without warning
and without giving a reason.

There were a lot of loose dogs in that neighborhood then. If it
wasn’t close to an election, all I had to do was step outside and
whistle and a canine lover would appear, usually male. They always
seemed to have willing tongues, and a fair number of them would allow me
to handle them and masturbate them to orgasm. It was wonderful to watch
them squirting their clear cum all over the ground, or over my hands, or
over my chest and belly when I had the chance. I liked to catch it in
my hands and lubricate myself for a really exciting jerk-off. For some
reason dog semen seemed a lot more slippery than it does now.

Bear and Blue were a wonderful pair of dogs owned by a neighbor.
Every once on a while they were both loose and would come to visit me.
We would play, and I would stroke both of them until they squirted their
semen, and use it to help me get off myself. Actually, Bear visited a
lot more by himself. He was one of the main characters of my sexual
life as a teenager.

Bear was half German Shepherd and half Saint Bernard. He was a
tawny yellow-tan color, with fairly short hair that did shed. He
weighed well over a hundred pounds. He was so gentle and friendly that
almost no one ever complained when he was out loose. I suspect he had a
route of people he visited for sex.

Blue was about half the size of Bear, and I think he was a
blue-merle collie. I don’t remember a lot about him. He would get
jealous if I would go to visit Bear when they were both tied up, so I
usually wound up satisfying him first then getting together with Bear.
With Blue I would sometimes get him to mount me after I had stroked his
cock and it was hard. Later I found out why he never humped me when I
did this, and why other dogs also didn’t. I didn’t know then that when
the dog’s penis is fully erect he is usually through humping.

My memories of what I did with Blue are unclear. I think I
sometimes did put some Vaseline under his tail and go in. I know I
didn’t do this with him very often.

My experiences with Bear stand out pretty sharply. He and I got
together often and we made it hot and heavy. Bear really loved to lick
me from the front or from behind. I would let him lick and lick and he
would just keep right on doing it. The saliva under his tongue was
slippery, so I would jerk myself off while he was licking me, allowing
the saliva to lubricate my hand. He also loved licking up my sperm when
I came, so I got the wonderful sensation of cumming right into his
licking mouth. He would also let me stroke my penis inside his jowls a
bit, and this felt really nice.

He loved to be masturbated, and his endurance seemed endless. When
standing I could jerk his cock and he would push it back and forth in my
hand. His sperm would make a big puddle on the garage floor. He never
did get completely swollen, he just seemed to be able to hump and squirt
forever. I would eventually get impatient and do something else.

I did often try to get him to enter me from behind. Bear was very
willing to try this, but we never could quite make the connection. The
time he almost hit the hole, he hit me in that sensitive spot just above
it hard and it hurt. I pulled away and ran back to the house, and he
kept trying to mount me while I was trying to get away from him. Poor
dog! I just had him over-excited and he knew I had wanted it as badly
as he did.

Bear was quite anally erotic. This was lucky for me, and it was
good that he was so large. When I got the idea to try to enter him
anally I had little idea how to go about it, and I was a bit abrupt. I
rubbed some vaseline under his tail, and I pushed, and it went right in!
The first time, he pulled away. I tried it again, and the second time
he just relaxed and accepted me. At first I couldn’t work myself all
the way to orgasm that way. The first few times was because he wouldn’t
hold still. When he got used to being butt-humped and found he liked
it, he would let me do it for a minute or two and then he just had to
mount me. That dog got really turned on whenever I would go under his
tail. I would have to satisfy both of us by hand. Sometimes I would
let him mount me, and I would stroke him buy hand and let him squirt his
hot semen all over my back. Other times he would go at me from the
front and I would stroke myself while I stroked him. Eventually I
learned that I could reach around him while I was humping him, and
stroke his cock while I fucked him. This felt really good for both of
us. He would get off, and I had a warm cock to play with while I was
inside a wonderfully juicy hole. This dog could juice up just like a
female. I would come with an intensity that made my knees weak.

God, people played headgames in that little town. One of my
“friends” made a habit of cruelly teasing me about how close I was to
Bear. “Is his dick out?” “Yeah, his dick’s out! He’s trying to fuck
you!” I don’t know why I put up with the little pea-brain. Maybe it
was because I enjoyed running across the yard with him, and when his
attention was distracted I would run under the lowest part of the
clothesline. His throat was about the same height the top of my head
was, and he did some really good flops when he hit that clothesline
running. He had no warning because I normally slouched a bit when I
ran, and I didn’t have to duck.

Lady was a medium sized female hunting dog. I don’t know what
breed she was. She was white with feathery hair that was short but not
too short, and had bluish-black spots of color in her fur. She was very
soft to the touch.

I saw her after some new neighbors had moved in across the street.
At that time I had been masturbating male dogs for some time, and I
decided I would go out and see if this dog liked it. I was actually a
little surprised to find out that she was a female. When I approached
her she was very friendly and very touchable. I stroked her and rubbed
her belly and she gave my face a lick and we were friends.

That night I walked over there under cover of darkness. I was
pretty nervous, and when I heard the thunder of heat lightning I had
this brief terror that God was going to get me for sinning like this.
Lady had a small barn-like garage to herself, and there was a
toolshed next to it with a gap between them about two and a half feet
wide. It was good concealment. I got her to come to me. I rubbed her
back and her legs. Her fur was quite soft. She smelled warm and clean,
but just unscrubbed enough that she smelled like a dog. Her smell was
compelling. I loved to just hold her and smell her.

She seemed to like it right away when I felt her bottom. When I
touched her hot cunt lips she clamped her tail down and held it to the
side. She seemed to really like it when I slipped a finger in and
started working it back and forth. I bent down and put my tongue in
her. The taste seemed repulsive the first time, I made a face and quit
doing it. The aftertaste was quite pleasant, though. It was just so
strong. Later I could get hard just sticking my tongue in her, or
smelling my fingers after they had been inside her.

That time I found out I couldn’t even get the head of my penis
inside this dog. She was quite cooperative, but just too tiny. That
is, her entrance was too tiny. I didn’t really know it then, but like
all female dogs in the fifty pound range, she had enough room on the
other side of that entrance for two of me.

I couldn’t get it in, but it felt very good stroking against the
hot slick spot between her vaginal lips. I held the head of my “tool”
against her and rubbed it up and down until I was ready to come. When I
came, I tried to hold it against her while I squirted inside her. Most
of it didn’t go in, but I was quite satisfied. I blacked out
momentarily from the pleasure, not quite falling down but it was like
the universe became a single white point of pleasure. This was
something that I had waited 13 years for, and it was absolutely
wonderful. I felt good for hours afterward, and always would.

We became good friends, and I would often visit her at night,
always being very careful not to be spotted. She was always ready.
She would see me coming and bark a short bark. I learned to whisper her
name from a distance, and she would then be silent because she knew it
was me. When I got there she would first jump on me, and lick my face
once or twice. Then she would have to go back out and run back and
forth on her chain to wind down. She would pass me moving like a grey
furry bullet. If I was quick I could stroke her on the back on the way
by. When she got wound down enough, she would come back to me and stand
very still, shaking a little. She would be a little tense, and I could
hear her whine just a little. I could tell that she had a very strong
desire. Her breathing was very compressed by her emotion. It was my
job to release her tension.

Usually, after I was finished, she was not. After I had spent
myself and turned her loose, very often Lady would run from me, and hit
the end of her chain barking her fool head off. I never understood for
certain why she did this until one warm summer night.

By this time, I had penetrated Lady successfully. A couple of
weeks after she had her pups, I tried her and it went in. She whined a
bit, I am afraid it did hurt at first, but she didn’t try to get away
from me. After she had relaxed a bit she seemed to enjoy the attention.
She never refused me, ever. She got to wanting to see me often. I
could stand in my parent’s driveway and whisper her name, then go to the
back porch and wait in the darkness. Five or ten minutes later, there
she would be. She would slip her chain and come to see me.

On this night, I had an area in the garage with an old couch and an
old console color television set. I sometimes stayed out there most of
the night. Lady happened to be loose. I don’t think I had asked her to
come over that night, but she was quite welcome. She came into the
garage, jumped on the couch with me, and we hugged for a while. Then I
got down and licked her cunt while she was standing on the couch. When
I had her wet with my saliva and her own juices I put her down on the
floor and pushed my cock, which was so hard it was almost hurting, up
into her. She was used to this by now and accepted it with pleasure.
She gave that slight whine that was almost singing. I had a thought,
and I turned on the TV to a blank channel so I could watch this coupling
in the light.

We did this for a while, then I turned off the TV so it would be
dark again. Since I had her to myself in a fairly safe place for the
night, I wanted to take my time to orgasm, and try some positions. I
laid back on the couch and pulled Lady on top of me. She squirmed a
bit, trying to get comfortable in her new position. It was hard to get
into her from that angle, but I managed. Lady wasn’t completely
comfortable with laying on top of me like this, or being held, but I
went ahead and tried to get her to like it. She seemed quite willing to
have sex if she could just reach a position she felt comfortable with.

I held her against my stomach. Her warm fur and flesh felt very
good against my bare skin. I couldn’t work myself fast enough to
actually make it, but it felt very very good. Lady seemed to get a bit
more tense as I did this, then suddenly she started really breathing
hard, then she hugged her sweet warm body against me as tightly as she
could, and pressed her face against mine. She held me like that for a
minute or so, then released me. I let go of her, and she slowly
disengaged. Then we got ourselves into the usual doggy-style position,
and it didn’t take a long time for me to shoot inside her. As usual
with her, I came so hard I saw stars and felt like I would black out.

This time, when Lady left she didn’t bark, and she didn’t have to
run. She just slowly walked away, looking much more relaxed than I had
seen her for a while. Then I realized that she had had her orgasm. I
don’t think this is common for female dogs, but she had cum all at once
instead of the many many times that a lot of females do, and she had
done it with a bang!

After that time, I don’t know if she had learned to become
orgasmic, or if I had become a better lover. The tension I could feel
in her muscles when we started had pretty much dissolved by the time I
had left, and she didn’t take off barking after I had made it, or at
least not often. I think once I knew that she could gain such
satisfaction from sex I would take more time pleasing her so she could
have her own orgasm.

I have a lot more stories. A lot of the females I had would have
rather quiet orgasms that I could only detect as pulsations against my
cock, finger, or tongue. I learned how to train females to hump when
their clitoris was rubbed, which they will do if it is done right. A
trained female dog might even mount and hump me while I rub her clit,
and she will hump as wildly and moan just as loudly as any male would.
Some would back against me and hump wildly when I penetrated them.
Helping female dogs get off is a very pleasant and satisfying part of

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admin — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 16:49:29 +0000

Jenifir arrived at Bob’s place right on time. They have been in love for
months, and every time either one has had time to dream of a fantasy, the resul
-ting eroticism and mutual pleasure has been nothing short of fantastic(!)..
“Hmm? I wonder what Bob has planned for us this evening,” thought Jen..
“May I take your coat, darling?”, Bob murmerred, as his lips brushed first
her perfectly coifed blond hair and then descended moistly to meet Jenifir’s
just-parted ones. “Ahhh, I’m so happy to be with you again, Bob! It’s been a
rough week, and I know you will know what I need to get back into myself…
tonight!”
“As a matter of fact, hon, I have dinner already for us.. that comes first.
And then I can tell you that my bedroom has been changed a lot for fun today;
and everything we do will be by the light of one tiny red lamp in the corner
of the room.. feeling will be much better than seeing, after we’ve eaten our
dinner!”
“Oh, my!”, thought Jen, “I can hardly wait, thinking of just what Bob has
done to his bedroom.. what a fantasy-prone guy he is.. but I never feel
threatened or frightened by anything he’s ever suggested. I KNOW this is
going to be special.” “What’s for dinner, dear heart?”
“We start with prosciutto e melone, my favorite antipasto - then, I have
made us some lasagne verde, with sauce Bechamel, some cold Soave white wine
is ready to sip… fruit and cappucino for dessert. Okay?” “It’s perfect - “,
sighed Jenifir.
(After the dinner, slowly savored with much communing about everything and
nothing.. sipping their coffee and eating from the same delicious peach, ala
“Tom Jones”, Bob looks deeply into her eyes.)”Thank you for wearing the mini-
skirt and T-shirt I suggested, sweetheart. They will help me make you feel
soooo good.. in there!”, he said as he pointed suggestively to the bedroom
door.”I’ll turn out the apartment lights now, and we’ll finish our coffee in
the light of our candle.. then, your eyes will begin to relax comfortably in
the lowered light environment, needed for ‘later’..”
“This is fun, Bob! I don’t know what you have in mind, but I already feel
so happy and excited. You are so sensitive to my feelings.. I really love
that about you!”
“I’m going into the bedroom now, to prepare for your entry. Will you wait
for three minutes, then come into the room, lift your skirt up to your
waist and lie down on your stomach on our new Bermuda rope hammock?” And, he
lightly rose and left Jenifir to think about that while she finished her
delicious capuccino. “Lift my skirt?? Hammock? What’s this?”
After the three minutes passed (holding her watch near the candle to read
its tiny face for the exactness of Bob’s timing request).. Jenifir blew out
the candle’s luminence and slowly moved to the door, reaching not very far
down to take the hem of her skirt, lift it up to her waist (”What a langorous-
ly nice feeling this is - I’ve never done it before; with Bob’s air-conditioner
pushing a cool breeze across the room it feels so neat on my thighs and panties
!!!” She walked into Bob’s room, not seeing where he is waiting for her, but
following his request - she can see the outline of a big Carribean-type rope
hammock resting on a steady metal frame holding it open.. she gently sits down
on it to test its ability to hold her, then, feeling secure, she lets herself
lie face down into the encompassing rope cushion of the nice hammock. As soon
as she is fully lying down in it, she can feel the wight of her body push
her breasts through two of the hammock’s openings and then, the marvellous
feeling of the rope pressing around them - while her tummy and vulva also take
a deep impressed settling into the comfortable rope pattern squares! “Oh, is
this wonderful!!!”, Jen muses. Now, she hears Bob breathing and listens to
his first words, “Jen, don’t worry about your clothing - I have another skirt
and T-shirt sitting on the bed which you can wear home in the morning..”
“What’s coming next,” the lovely coed thought.. “Oh, there’s Bob, now..
I can just make him out, under me and under the hammock. He’s pulling my
T-shirt away from my breasts now.. feels nice.. snip! Oh, he’s cutting holes
in the material, letting my bra free and into the hammock’s “cups”.. wow!
Now he’s pulling the material of my panties down farther through their hole -
snip! snip! He must be cutting a large opening in the crotch! Ooh that feels
so sexy! I feel so totally vulnerable, but pressing through the hammock is
fabulous.. the pressing of the ropes are like being tied up - yet I know I’m
free… what a psychological turn-on!!! Mmmmmmm, Bob is kissing me.. oh, it
feels odd, with his lips coming up to meet mine through a hammock opening..
this is a rare feeling, because I can only feel his lips! I cannot feel any
of the rest of him, yet.. I hope that is coming soon! I feel horny like I
never felt before in my life!! Now he’s not kissing me.. where did he go?
snip! snip! AHhh, he’s pulled out the cups of my bra and cut holes in them
too!! Now my nipples are free and are they hard!! They just sticking out
there ready for anything Bob wants to do with them!!! Ahhhh, yes! He’s licking
me there! Ohhh, gooood. It feels so special.. almost like one man is pressing
the base of my breast (the hammock does that) while Bob just loves my nipples
completely freely.. now my nipples are wet.. and the breeze makes them stand
up even more…. and how that moves down my body right to my pussy! Wonderful
feeling, I’ll get the hammock wet with my juices, I know. But who cares? We
can wash it off together later, and laugh. Now, Bob has a hand on my right
boob, just twirling his fingers around the nipple the way I LOVE, and I can
feel his tongue now.. on my clit!!!! Wow, that feels different… wonderfully
different too! My vulva is pressing fully down through an opening, and that
stretches me out… great feeling.. Bob is just eating me like a second des-
sert - ohh, he’s got his fingers running down my lips.. ahhhhh I like the way
he does me!!!! Now, he’s putting a finger in me.. wonnnnnderful! I’m soo wet!
And this is so exciting! I don’t have to open my eyes because the room is so
very dark. But the feeling of the hammock and everything Bob is doing is just
unbelievably good.. Ooooh, I’m coming now! “Bob, I’m commmmmmmming! I love
you so much.” “I love you too, darling!”, Bob answers..”Come to me.. give me
all of your vibrating glorious climaxing. There, oh, I’ve never felt you come
so hard, before…. ever! You’re totally wild tonight!” “Well,” Jen sighs,
“You set me up to feel like this. I’ve never felt to laid out and ready for
love in any other situation we’ve had together!!!” “Why don’t you exchange
places with me, Jen? I’ll lie face down on the hammock where you are, and
you can use the scissors on me!”
Jenifir lifts herself up, feeling the rope marks still pressing her skin
sensually inwards.. she grabs Bob and embraces him fully.. “Bob, you’re so
wonderful to think of things like this.. I never would have dreamed! But it’s
perfect!” She kisses him passionately and then gives him a little helpful
push as Bob nosedives into the hammock. Now, Jenifir looks under the hammock;
“Bob’s had a folding cot set up here, underneath the hammock.. If I lie in
it and help guide him inside me, we can fuck with him lying on the hammock
and me lying spread out under him on this cot!!!!!!” But first, where are his
scissors? Ah, here they are! Right on this end table next to the cot.. I want
to kiss him again… ahhhh, right through the hammock ropes.. how nice.. I
have him where I want him now. She pulls his T-shirt through some holes and
snips large holes in it where his nipples will emerge! Then, she reaches
down and is aware that Bob is not wearing his jeans anymore.. he is lying in
his skivvies, and his rampant prick is achingly pressing the cotton material
outwards as he extends right through the hammock’s hole there! I must be very
careful with these scissors, mustn’t I? Wouldn’t want to hurt what makes me
feel better than anything in the world!! Pull on the underpants now.. a little
more! Now, the cotton is far out from his so sensitive skin.. carefully…snip
snip! Now.. his cock comes to my face! Lick the tip… tongue tip in his little
slit… tastes so great!! Now, into Jen’s mouth.. dear rammer… in in in in
farther.. “Ahhhh.. so wonderful!”, groans Bob. Out..in..out..in suck in..lick
him.. ohh, he feels soooo good, hot ready to vibrate in ecstasy any minute..
just a few more strokes.. ohhh he’s getting longer, harder. This is perfect..
now…. I’ll just lie like this, legs spreading apart. lift myself an inch
toward’s Bob’s penis… touching me.. ah.. circle my clit, up and down my slit
… all the way down between my legs to touch my ass hole.. ahhhh - so nice..
now.. invite him IN? Yessss. ohh yesss.. that is it…. now he’s thrusting and
I’m matching him stroke for stroke.. Coming. already! Ohh this is the most..
“Jenifir, I’m coming tooooooo.. Ahhhhhhhh.. “

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Most married people have a story about how they met their spouses. About my
ex-wife, the story isn’t so interesting. But the story of how I met
my fiancee is a little different.

I had better start by explaining about Amy. I had noticed her on the first
day of class. Sitting in the front row of the classroom, looking very serious
as she took notes, she had a certain attraction that was greater than the sum
of any parts I could analyze.

What was it about her? I generally prefer tall women, but she was the
sort of young woman who I tended to think of in her absence as taller
than her 5′5″ frame. Her face was fresh and pretty, rather than beautiful,
but without a single flaw in her complexion. Her figure was not the kind
that made you do a double-take, yet when you analyzed it you could only
conclude that it was perfectly proportioned: curvy but slim hips, and
breasts that were medium sized or maybe just a bit smaller. Her hands
were graceful; her eyes were bright and inquisitive; her shoulder length
hair was straight and tidy; her teeth were white and straight. Kind of
the girl-next-door look, not a flashy kind of beauty, but one that would
wear well over a long period of time, I thought.

In one way, I have misled you in my description of Amy. While her eyes may
give the impression of intelligence, in point of fact she was not a very
successful student. I didn’t feel she was actually stupid, but it didn’t
take long for it to become clear that she was not going to do well in this
class. Maybe she didn’t work as hard as she needed to. Maybe she was missing
some of the background material the other students already had. Maybe it was
a full-blown case of math anxiety. Who knows, maybe it was simpler than
that and she just wasn’t very smart. None of this made her any worse in my
eyes, since there’s more to a woman than just book learning. She had plenty
going for her even if she wasn’t another Cantor.

Amy was not a flirt, during class or afterward, and on that first day there
was nothing to make me think that anything unusual would happen during the
quarter. My thoughts that day were directed toward giving a good introductory
lecture. Although I appreciate the decorative value of the female students in
my classroom, I had never harbored any illusions that they were there for my
entertainment. First, because sexual harrassment is wrong; second, because
math is just not the greatest turn-on for most gals (”wanta come up to my
place, have something to drink, and memorize some dynamite multiplication
tables?”); and third because I’m too afraid of getting caught and losing my
job. I don’t think I’m a prude on the subject, but I know I’ve gotten some
kidding from a couple of my friends about my somewhat oldfashioned attitude.
Maybe I’ve missed out on some good times along the way as a result, but I
have to believe I’ve missed out on a good deal of needless trouble as well.
Better to take the safe course, I’ve always thought.

A few weeks into the course I administered the quarter’s first quiz. I
graded it strictly, since that first quiz of the autumn is for some students
the shock to their system necessary to get started working on the course
material. I emphasized to everyone that a poor grade on the quiz did not
mean that they couldn’t get a good grade for the course, but as expected
the looks on some of the students’ faces indicated that a serious
re-evaluation of their chances had taken place.

It’s at this point that usually ten percent of the class decides to drop the
course, and a larger number decides that they had better schedule some office
time with the instructor. That’s the whole point, of course, to shake the
sleepy ones out of their doldrums. This class was no exception, and I found
myself overbooked with students wanting help.

Amy was one of the students who signed up for office hours. She had never
come up to talk with me after class, as many of the other students often
did, so this was the first time we had spoken with each other. Based just
on her looks and manner, I had her pegged as a Political Science major, or
American Lit. Maybe even Art. I was mildly surprised when she told me
that she was in the pre-med program. The College Algebra course she
was taking from me was required in her program; more than that, she told me
she had to earn at least a B. Although I didn’t say so, I was dubious about
her chances. I gave her my usual pep talk, tried to explain some topics she
found confusing, and gave her references for further study. But as she left,
I didn’t get the feeling that I had done her much good. Maybe it was because
she kept calling herself dumb the whole time she was there.

Although some of the students came back for second or even third visits
during my office hours the next two weeks, Amy did not. I didn’t think
anything about that fact, since many of the students in a given class
aren’t really that motivated, and with upwards of 80 students in the
class I didn’t have the luxury of looking after each one if they didn’t
seek out attention. Amy attended each lecture, but never asked questions,
and her notetaking appeared to be an exercise in trying to take down each
syllable I uttered and each symbol I wrote on the board. With some
students, this would indicate a lack of real interest in the material,
and a desire just to know the probable contents of the final exam, but
looking back I now interpret Amy’s methodology as sheer desperation. I
can guess that Amy’s reluctance to visit me again was more a reflection
of her fear of failure than of a lack of motivation.

Not surprisingly, when I gave the midterm exam, Amy’s score was the
lowest in the class. Sometimes a foreign student will do poorly in a
class for a while, solely because of the language barrier, and will
eventually catch on to the concepts and move up in the rankings. But
when an American student like Amy finds herself near the bottom, it’s
much rarer for progress to be made as the quarter goes along. What’s
more, she was a sophomore, whereas most of the students in this class
were freshmen. I have seen many freshmen start out slowly, because of
the new environment college represents, and then catch fire as the
quarter goes along, but this is much less likely with a second-year
student. Again, with perfect hindsight, I can speculate that Amy knew
this would be a tough course for her, and she put it off until her
advisor insisted she take it.

I don’t know a teacher who doesn’t feel awful when a student tries and
still fails. The worst part is returning the graded exam paper to the
student, seeing her take it with low expectations in her eyes, and
watching her face fall when she sees that she has failed to come up to
even those low expectations. Amy didn’t cry, but you could see she wanted
to.

I rather expected that she would visit during my office hours that day, and
wasn’t sure what I should or could say to help her. Honesty may be the best
policy, but I also don’t like to discourage a student who is willing to
try-try-again. But once again I was busy enough with the students who did
show up that I didn’t have time to dwell upon the matter when she didn’t.

The next class session two days later marked a change in Amy’s manner. It was
difficult to describe exactly, and someone watching her for the first time
might not have thought anything of it. She was dressed the same, in her blouse
and jeans. One odd thing was that she was taking hardly any notes, and another
was that she had a very strange smile at times. Not a self-confident smile,
certainly not a happy smile, one that was forced and seemed to be directed at
me. But it was also hesitant, and anytime I really looked in her direction she
dropped her gaze after a second. I couldn’t have put the reason into words at
the time, but I felt somewhat flustered, and found myself stumbling in my
delivery to the class.

After class, she walked down the hallway toward my office. For more than
an hour she lurked in the hallway, wandering away for a few minutes, then
returning to check if I was alone. I had seen this sort of behavior before,
when a student is too embarrassed to let classmates see how badly she is
doing. I was sure it was killing her to have her friends know her troubles.
Pride goething before a fall, you know. It was late in the afternoon before
the last student left and she finally entered my cramped office. Quietly
she said, “I need some help.” I told her that I had a few minutes, and
motioned for her to sit down with me at my desk.

She listened as I went over her exam with her, nodding her head and murmuring
“uh huh” when I would pause to see if she was following my explanations. But
even more than the first time she visited, I got the feeling that I wasn’t
getting through to her. Unlike earlier in the classroom, her face was almost
expressionless when I looked at her, and she rarely looked up from the exam
paper. A couple of lightly humorous remarks I made evidently did not register.
She seemed distracted by something. Finally, it was almost five o’clock,
and I told her, “I have to leave soon. Perhaps you can come again during
my office hours next Tuesday.”

She touched me lightly on the arm for a moment, and said “please, I need a
lot of help. Could we schedule some make-up time before that?” It was a
hesitant yet determined touch, not quite seductive and yet something more
than just an instinctive touch on the arm. I crossed my legs, my own
instinctive reaction to hide the possibility of her seeing the beginnings
of the erection that was stimulated by her touch. Was I imagining things?
Was she coming on to me? With some girls I would have been sure, yet Amy
seemed so innocent. She had not looked me in the eye when she spoke, which
would have given me a better way to gauge her intentions. I certainly did
not want to embarrass her, or myself, by making an inappropriate comment
based on what was quite possibly my own imagination. I managed to utter,
“what do you mean, make-up? You haven’t missed any lectures or exams.”
She seemed embarrassed at her miswording, and mumbled, “I dunno, I mean
some extra help. I really need to learn this material.”

I exhaled. Yeah, I guess I had read into her question something she hadn’t
meant. I hoped she hadn’t noticed my reaction, or at least would forgive me
if she had. It was an understandable mistake, after all.

Except, she continued, “it’s pretty hard for me. Or maybe I’m just making it
harder than it needs to be. Sometimes I like to, y’know, make things hard.
That’s what my boyfriend says.” Was it just me, or did she also realize the
double entendre she was making? She wasn’t looking at me, and there was
nothing else in her manner to suggest anything like that. I decided to try
to back away from that line of conversation, just in case she was trying to
lead me on. I replied, “well, I suppose I could come in for a while tomorrow.
How about 10?” She continued to look at the papers in front of her, and said,
“I’ve got classes most of the day tomorrow. Would you have time sometime this
evening?”

I again wondered if I should read something between the lines in her
request? Yet her delivery was so flat, and she seemed so introverted,
that I had to doubt the conclusion I was drawing. “No, I have to get
to a meeting in a few minutes on the other side of town,” I lied.
“Anyway, maybe you should be trying to find a tutor, who could
give you what you need.” I mentally winced at the choice of phrase.
Did she understand the double meaning that could be inferred? I was
ashamed of myself for even worrying about the way to phrase an innocent
question. My conscience was clean, after all. “There’s a list of tutors
on the wall opposite the department office,” I went on.

“I’ve never had much luck with those guys. They always seem to be as
confused as I am. I’d really, really appreciate it if you could find
some time for me. What about after your meeting tonight?” She seemed
sincere, yet how could she not know how personal her suggestion sounded?
On the other hand, was I getting worked up over something entirely in my
imagination? On the third hand, if she was trying to come on to me, couldn’t
she be more original than talking about ‘appreciation’? On the fourth hand,
how many hands do I have, anyway?

I pointed out that they keep the building locked after hours. “Maybe you
have a friend who could help?” I suggested. “My boyfriend took Calculus,
but he just makes fun of me when I ask him questions about math. Could I
come over to your house? What time will you get home?” she persisted.

My hormones were working like they hadn’t in a long time, not since I met the
gal that had precipitated my divorce. I looked at Amy’s face. She had for just
a moment turned slightly toward me, but now quickly looked back at her papers,
avoiding my eyes. I made the mistake of letting my eyes wander below her
shoulders. Her words sounded so suggestive as to be laughable, yet her manner
indicated that she was thinking about nothing but studying to raise her
failing grade. How simple it would be if I would just ask her, “are you
proposing a lay-for-an-A, or what?”, and tell her to forget it, but what if
I was wrong? Embarrassment, at the least, possibly real trouble with the dean,
if she complained to someone. No, best to play it cool. I should just tell
her, “no, I don’t think that would be a good idea.” But she was so
attractive to me, the horny part of my brain wanted to find out what she
intended. And so innocent, that the logical part of my brain wanted to
believe that she was completely unaware of the impact that her suggestions
were having on me. With the two halves of my brain pre-occupied like that,
I had no extra brainpower for talking, so I blurted, “you don’t know where
I live.” Dumb. Or, maybe the horny part of a guy’s mind will always win.

She responded to my non-sequitur with one of her own, saying, “I’ve got
a bike.” If there was a hint of seductiveness in her eyes, or even humor,
I was missing it. Just a simple, factual statement, like “I’ve got a
pencil”, or “I’ve got a million bucks”, or “I’ve got a wet pussy just
waiting for you.” There went my brain again. Gotta stop thinking like
that.

“It’s a long ride. I don’t know if it’ll be worth your time.” The horny
part of my mind was keeping this line of conversation going, yet doing so
betrayed the fact that I was wavering in my resolve. If, indeed, she was
even thinking what I was thinking. She replied, “you’re the best teacher
I know, I’m sure you’ll be able to help me.” Not even a hint of a suggestion
of a trace of an improper proposal there, was there? Especially considering
the alternative replies she could have made. (”Oh Teacher, I’m sure it’ll
be worth it for you too. Pant pant.”) The conflicting sides of my brain
came to an agreement that I was getting worked up over nothing. Of course,
if I was such a great teacher (to take her remark at face value), how come
she was flunking my class?

I looked at my watch. “Well, I don’t think you should come over alone. Can
you bring someone along, maybe your boyfriend?” She thought for a moment, then
said yes. “OK, I should be home by about nine. Bring your books,” (duh, like
she was going to bring a dildo and some Crisco), “and I’ll help you for
an hour or so.” I gave her directions to my apartment, glad to have
figured out a way to defuse a touchy situation.

I found myself driving home very carefully. My mind was so woozy from the
extra adrenalin I had been pumping, and then the letdown, that I had to
concentrate on the road or I’d run off it. Now that she had agreed to, I
wondered if it was really necessary to have insisted she bring someone.
I thought, so what if she came alone, a few cheap thrills for me, all in
my mind, and she’d never be the wiser. I can think what I want, and as
long as I don’t act on it, no harm done. She doesn’t even know for sure
that I live alone. For all she knows, I’m happily married to my gay
lover. And anyway, I don’t think she means any harm.

Soon after I walked into my apartment, the phone rang. It was Amy. “Hi,
I’m glad I found you at home. I thought you were going to a meeting,” she
said in her customary toneless voice. “Uh, actually, I, uh, found out my
meeting has been cancelled at the last minute,” I said, embarrassed to be
caught in a lie, and glad that I had thought up a second falsehood that
would cancel the first. “Would you and your boyfriend rather come over a
little earlier?” “That’s what I wanted to call about. My boyfriend, like,
can’t come. But I still, you know, want to come see you anyway.”

Hoo boy. And here I thought I had it all worked out. My erection started
to form again, and since I was alone I fingered it idly through my pants
pocket, before deciding that that was an especially foolish thing to be doing.
“Well, I don’t know…” “Please, sir, I really need your help. It would
mean a lot to me.” There was something about the way she called me sir that
weakened my resolve. Damn, I wished I could see her face, to help me tell if
there was anything to my suspicions as to what she meant. I had to go by
my assessment when I saw her earlier, which was that she was merely naive.
“Well, OK, for a little while.” “Um, can I come now? Would that make it
hard for you?” “Uh, give me a little time to eat and clean up, OK? How about
8?” “Um, OK. See you.” Click. I wondered what I was letting myself in for.

My attention wandered as I prepared myself dinner, and I had a near-mishap
with a paring knife. After my sumptuous repast of spaghetti and meatballs
(no garlic, just in case - who am I kidding?), I decided to straighten up
the place. Chuckling to (at?) myself, I took a few minutes to clean up the
bedroom as well. If I’m going to kid myself, I might as well be thorough.

Cleaning up took less time than I expected, mostly because I did such a
poor job of it, and I sat down to read a magazine. But I couldn’t
concentrate on it. I decided, however, that I was really enjoying the
adrenalin rush I was feeling. I began to mull over the possibilities.
Maybe she would arrive wearing a bikini, come through the front door and lead
me to the bedroom, and …. Nah. I didn’t know her well, but that didn’t seem
to be her style. Maybe she would play it straight for a while and pretend
to study with me, then at some point slip her hand onto my leg and
rub it, moving closer to my crotch until she was giving me a handjob,
then ask if I’d like to do something more. Yeah, that would be nice.
But again, she’s coming over just to study, and anything else is just
my hormones talking.

It was a little less than an hour and a half before she was to be there. I
decided to do a better job of cleaning the bathroom. After all, a gal might
need to go pee even if she’s just there to study. While in the bathroom, I
considered that maybe the wisest course would be to jerk off now, so that
I wouldn’t be tempted to actually do anything when she was here. Funny how
those childhood associations with the bathroom continue into adulthood. It’s
just a good thing my friend Dan isn’t coming over here this evening, I
thought. He had been with me at that bar when I met Deborah, and although
I had been definitely attracted to her, there was no doubt in my mind that
it would never have gone beyond just playful touching and dirty talk with
her if he hadn’t been egging me on. Not that I blamed Dan for my divorce.
Maybe I should call Dan anyway and invite him to come over while Amy was
here. Wouldn’t that put a charge in her circuits!

Maybe Mike; that might be fun for her. Or better still, my three fishing
buddies from up north. Boy, they could be crude; I’d like to see Amy’s
reaction when one of them pinched her nipple in front of everyone. There
I go again, I thought. Even if she is desperate for a good grade, I don’t
want to see her humiliated, do I? She is so sweet and innocent, and here I
am thinking such thoughts. Of course, if she is coming over to seduce her
professor, then maybe she isn’t so sweet, and definitely not so innocent.
It’s not that she has anything bad coming to her, but she might deserve to
be taught a lesson.

I sat back down in the living room and resumed reading. Still an hour to go.
I decided to take a walk around the neighborhood to clear my head. It was an
unseasonably warm autumn evening, and the fresh air felt good. But the dark
thoughts continued to loom in my head. I thought of the double entendres
she had been dropping. “My boyfriend can’t come.” “Would that make it
hard for you.” “I like to make things hard.” Well, if she really is
interested in trading a little hanky-panky for a grade, then she can’t
insist on being too particular about every detail of the transaction.
In fact, if she needs this grade as badly as she says she does, she is
in no position to dictate any of the conditions of the deal.

I caught myself again at this point. Isn’t that the fantasy of a dorky
teacher, that he can get free sex in exchange for a good grade? I felt
ashamed, but not so much so that my erection subsided any. There’s a
first time for everything, even screwing a student. But the situation
would have to be just right.

OK, so what could I expect from this young woman? Slam bam, thank you ma’m?
She could no doubt be convinced to give a bit more. Probably a blowjob first
if I played my cards right. Caryn had never been too keen on that particular
activity when we were married, which had made it more of an issue to me than
it rightfully should have. So, yeah, Amy should be made to sample the sausage.
What about after that? I’m not really into anal sex, but maybe just once it
might be fun, with a girl who’s not in any position (ha ha) to argue. Would
she permit herself to be tied up? I considered that, and realized that I
didn’t have the necessary equipment on hand. The ladies I date aren’t very
kinky, and anyway I don’t know anything about the subject. That kind of
activity is very tricky or someone can actually get hurt.

I realized I was getting too far from my apartment, getting near a bad section.
I turned back. My realization that I was near our small red-light district
caused another wave of guilt to come over me. I have never, never, come even
close to screwing one of my students. Not that I get that many opportunities,
but I have always been careful to not emphasize the power a teacher has
in giving grades, and to not make comments that could be misinterpreted.
Hell, I always make it a point to say “arrive” instead of “come”, and
“difficult” instead of “hard” when talking to a female student. It’s
a form of sexism, I’m sure, but a benign sort that makes certain that no
one gets any wrong ideas. Now here I am, thinking about the possible sex
acts I might perform with a student who will be, er, arriving in half
an hour. Well, I decided, if she didn’t try anything I’d just play it
cool, and if she did come on to me then maybe I’d lead her on a bit before
telling her to forget it. Cheap thrills, I repeated.

Besides, there’s lots of times professors have students over to their
place. Usually it’s a group of students, and the professor is someone
in the Sociology department hosting a rap session (like, wow, maaaan),
but the point is, having a student over does not automatically mean
something is going on. It might not look good to every single old prude
out there, but that didn’t make it wrong. Then again, that analysis was
bullshit, since the ideas going around in my mind definitely WERE wrong.

I walked back up the steps to my apartment, went to the bathroom, then came
back to the living room and sat down on the couch. The kidneys sure were
working overtime tonight. Again I tried to read my magazine. The article I
turned to was about why the U.S. educational system wasn’t teaching its
students well enough. Just what I needed. I went to the fridge and got a
can of pop. No beer tonight. I didn’t want to do something I later would
regret and blame it on the alcohol.

I went to the bathroom again. Though I felt like I needed to pee, just
a little bit came out. I caught myself checking whether my underwear was
clean. Old boy, I thought, you are setting yourself up for a big letdown.
I went back to the living room, and turned up the thermostat a couple of
degrees. It was a nice night, but you wouldn’t want her to get too cold
in her birthday suit, I chuckled to myself.

Why was I even contemplating such a risk to my career, for just an
evening of fun? Stupid, stupid, stupid. I asked myself what it would
take to be worth the risk. Maybe more than just one night of fun. What
if she could be talked into repeat performances? I felt a major wave of
horniness come over me with that thought. Now, that would be something
closer to being worth it. The thought of reducing this apparently classy
girl to the level of common slut was unexpectedly stimulating. But I would
still have to protect myself somehow, from there being the slightest
chance of word getting out. What kind of leverage could I have, once she
had her grade?

How many of her other teachers had gone through this charade? I should
make a righteous stand tonight, and explain to her that trying to get
by in school by sleeping with her professors is wrong. Corny, but the
right thing to do. Yet, when I thought of her, I couldn’t bring myself
to believe that she had done this before. If I sensed her leading me
on, and I wasn’t sure that I did, I also sensed humiliation and pain,
certainly not what you’d expect from a girl to whom this was old hat.

I was going to have to find out, for my own peace of mind, just
what Amy wanted. Probably she was just naive, and had no clue what
her visit was doing to my imagination. If on the other hand she is
already just another slut, then so be it, I don’t have to get involved.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. I looked at the clock.
Ten minutes before eight. Heart pounding, I opened the door, and was greeted
by a young girl who asked if I’d like to buy some candy for her school’s
fundraiser. Sure, kid, just don’t come inside the apartment or you’ll get
molested by the pervert with the dirty thoughts. I gave her the two dollars,
shut the door and returned to the couch.

I realized that I was disappointed that it hadn’t been Amy yet.
I was really looking forward to seeing her, prepared to find out
that she was really and truly coming over just to study, hoping for
it to be something more, dreading that the “something more” was her
usual M.O. for passing a course.

About the time I found my place in the magazine again, there was another
knock at my door. It was Amy.