les histoires de chrislebo

There was a smile of contentment on my wife's face as she lay there on the bed having been fucked by three different men. She was still knocked out but would shiver sorry from time to time. She was fully covered in the cum of these three men and white specks splattered her face, her breasts and her tummy. A stream of dried cum led from her pussy and disappeared in between her buttocks.

I was still sitting on the chair, my hands cuffed behind my back and a gag stuffed in my mouth. As the guys took turns ravaging Suman, my wife, the girl had undone my pants and underwear and had jerked me off to near orgasm. She had stopped moments before I could cum and my pants and underwear still lay around my ankles. There was a fierce ache in my loins and I would have begged her to let me cum.

Instead she walked towards me and punched me hard in my balls. The pain stung like a million jolts of energy and I doured up on the floor. She indicated to the guys and they propped me up on the chair again. She came closer to me

"Let us meet your flowers. I do not think you need your pants now."

They lifted me off the ground and my pants and my underwear slipped from around my ankles.

They dragged me out of the room and pushed me into the next room. As soon as we entered, they slammed the door shut and switched on the lights.

Anu was on the bed.

She was still in her tee and Bermuda shorts. That is the way I had last seen her before we had been attacked about 5-6 hours before. These 6 hours had been a blur...

Her hands and her legs were tied to the bedposts and she was laying spread eagled on the bed. There was a gag in her mouth and her eyes were wide open with the glazed look of absolute terror in her eyes.

Oh my God!

She was wide awake and definitely not quietd like my wife had been.

I was standing naked from below my waist in front of my 22 year old flower and my hands were cuffed behind my back. I cringed in shame and tried to hide my nakedness.

The girl laughed aloud seeing my reaction. She came closer to me, held my drooping penis in her hand and gently caressed its form from the root to the tip. Then she gripped it full in her hand and slowly started jerking me off. I felt my penis harden and in about 20 seconds, it was rock hard poking straight ahead in her hands and my hips started moving sorry egging her, begging her to go faster. She stopped just before I could climax.

She left me hanging high and dry and took out a scissor from her pant pocket. She proceeded to the bed and started to cut the shorts of Anu. The elastic snapped as she reached the top and she did the same on the opposite side. She then pulled the front off that came off like a flap.

Anu's pussy was so beautiful. She was a tall slim girl and had a small milky white mound with two brown flaps guarding her sweet love hole. The scissors made its way to her tee and similarly cut off a flap from the front. Within moments her breasts were bare too. Her breasts were just divine. They were definitely bigger than my wife's and stood upright with her faint brownish nipples standing tall a little to the upper part of her breasts. Her pussy glistened with sweat or was it her secretions?

Was Anu aroused by all this?

The girl was through and indicated to the third man, who looked older and was bearishly heavy. He had fucked my wife twice just fifteen minutes ago. He gladly stepped out of his pants and underwear, took off his shirt and went to the dressing table, picked out a tube of Vaseline and squeezed a lump some on his hand and applied it on his penis. His penis was erect again within seconds as he jerked his penis within loads of Vaseline. He knelt between Anu's legs.

Anu's eyes were dancing wildly in horror and yet she could only squirm in terror as she was tied securely to the bedposts. The man held her thighs in her hands and slowly rocked his hips back and forth in air with his erect lubed cock moving inches from Anu's pussy. He then went on to smear the Vaseline off his hands on to her breasts. He kneaded her breasts slowly and his there was a shiver in Anu's body as he started to knead her breasts slowly. He would knead it slowly and end each swirl by pinching her perky nips. She closed her eyes and tears rolled down the corners of both of her eyes. He moved a little forward and pushed the tip of his penis an inch into Anu's pussy. She shuddered at this *** but still kept her eyes shut.

He then spread her pussy lips apart and rammed his penis inside her pussy. It went in with such a power that Anu jerked up, arching her back and screamed into her gag, her eyes straining to pop out of her sockets. It was as if a sledgehammer had been rammed into her pussy.

He groaned in pleasure and turned back to me and guffawed

"This slut is definitely not a virgin! But by Jove! She is tight. She must be hosting some tiny weenies in her twat. She needs to have some real cock in her and I am going to give exactly that to her."

He pulled out and rammed in harder into her. She buckled up with the impact and her back arched up as if all her senses had been assaulted again from inside her pussy. Another of her screams was muted by the gag. This time he stayed in motionless for half a minute. She seemed to relax, her pussy relaxing and accommodating around his massive member. He started rocking in and out. Her feet clawed the air and her hips bucked up to meet his thrusts. Her pussy juices started flowing out of her pussy and she was squirming under him as he continued his assault on her pussy while he bent his torso on her suckling her breasts one by one. Within a matter of seconds her thick creamy pussy juice bathed his cock as it continued its merciless assault on her pussy. It was about a minute of this continuous pounding before I saw my flower shake up and arch her back up while clutching the bedsheets hard with her bound hands. She probably had her first orgasm. He didn't let up on his speed his sensitivities having been numbed by the fact that he already had fucked my wife twice in the past hour. He continued on and on and Anu was again rocked by another orgasm in a couple of minutes. He just went on and on.

He was biting my flower's breasts hard and each bite left an impression around her erect nipples.

By now she was moaning in a conundrum of pain and pleasure. She alternatingly screamed at each bite of his mouth and squealed at each thrust of his hips. He was like a machine that just went on and on and on. She was lying exhausted on the bed as the beast pounded into her pussy. Her body shuddered occasionally and I would know that she had another of her many orgasms.

The girl pushed me on to a chair that she had moved to the foot of the bed that gave me a direct view of the man between my flower's legs and I could see his penis rise up and dive down into my flower's sweet pussy. I could see his thrusts being met halfway by Anu who was constantly and quietly bucking and grinding her pussy into the cock of this man.

The girl spread my legs apart and knelt on the floor between my legs, took my throbbing and hurting penis in her hands and lowered her head on to my penis. She licked the tip of my penis and it sent a shiver through my body. She slowly put it inch by inch into her mouth and then started slowly bobbing her head up and down on it. I was aching for a release and needed someone to jerk me off real hard and fast and till the end. The girl on my penis was anything but fast. She was just teasing my cock slow and gentle and that just doured the ache in my loin. The man on the bed was furiously pounding away and my flower convulsed to yet another of her orgasms. She screamed in pleasure and then shuddered to a serene stillness being jerked sorry by the now increasing thrusts of the man between her legs. He was close to his orgasm and within seconds offloaded himself into her pussy. There was a copious amount of cum that filled my flower's twat and overflowed by the sides of his now shriveling penis that was still buried in her. He must have been exhausted by the third fuck within an hour and just collapsed on top of my flower. The view was intoxicating not withstanding the fact that it was my flower being ravaged that was intoxicating me. The guy rolled off my flower and my eyes were still riveted at her pussy that oozed cum mixed with a tinge of red. She was still, her eyes closed, her hips still bobbing up and down in air.

And just then the bitch stopped bobbing her head on my cock. I cried out in anguish. She smiled and made her way to the bedside by my flower, took out her gun and pointed at my flower's head.

"Finish off within her or I will finish her off this instant."

My flower heard the words but I guess she was too thrashed to register them.

I shook my head hard and screamed but the words got fetishd in the gag on my mouth. She took her other hand to the gun and cocked it. She looked up at me and started counting back from 10 and I understood that my flower's life didn't mean anything to her.

I stumred forward from the chair and hobred on to the bed. My penis still stood unashamedly erect, throbbing at the prospect of finding release. It was difficult doing this with my hands bound and I just got between her legs and started poking her pussy. It was difficult to see her hole that was still bathed in the curd of my flower's cum mixed with the man's jism.

My flower opened her eyes, looked down towards me and there was pitiful disgust in my eyes. She brought her hand down, held my penis and guided it to her pussy.

The girl's countdown stopped at 2.

I started to push and my penis slipped through content in the wet cunt of my flower. She looked away and started to buck her hips towards me. Her pussy was wet and my penis easily slided in and out of her dripping pussy. She kept at her thrusts and was slowly milking my penis. I could she her head turned repulsively to one side while she kept bucking her pelvis up towards me fucking me. I stood silently and then my penis took control over my body and I started to push my penis down into my flower's pussy.

It was strange as my mind resisted this climactic build up and yet my penis was rejoicing this unholy fuck. My penis was wild with excitement and it was as if it had whipped my hips into action and I started pumping down harder on my flower's thrusts. I felt the release build up fast and there was this tremendous rush of pent up passion that stood on the precipice of a giant fall. And then I let go.

I started cumming.

My body convulsed forward and my penis squirted loads and loads of cum into my sweet flower's bucking pussy. This particular orgasm felt as if it had started from deep within my penis and had spread everywhere from there.

My entire body convulsed towards my penis that was still buried in my Anu's pussy. The girl was watching me from behind and pulled me from my flower. My penis plopped out meekly and I shrunk on the bed in shame. Another guy, who was naked now took over and got between Anu's legs. He took the piece of Anu's shorts that was lying on the bed and wiped cum off her pussy that was still dripping down her pussy. He spread her pussy lips and entered her wet insides. He fucked her slowly as I watched inches away on the bed. Another guy turned me around and bent me over a pillow on the bed with my feet planted apart and my ass pointing high up towards the ceiling. I hadn't any idea of what to expect when I saw the girl talking out from her bag what I later came to know was a strap on dildo. She strapped it on her waist and climbed onto the bed behind me.

I realized what she was about to do and shook violently. She was thrown off me but she caught her balance and immediately reached for her gun and pointed towards my flower. Tears rolled off my eyes and I shook my head affirmatively pleading her not to shoot.

She came back on top of me and mounted me again. She asked for the Vaseline and applied it liberally on her dildo. She then pushed into my arsehole. It was something that I had never ever experienced and had never thought I would go through. It hurt like hell as the penis shaped dildo slipped despite my sphincters having been lubed by the Vaseline. She must have buried herself to the hilt and I felt something cold and firm tearing into my rectum. It was a funny feeling and I felt the urge to pass urine. She started moving up and down and the dildo started shearing into my anus back and forth. She started increasing her tempo and it started feeling better and a bit funny inside my rectum. I was slowly getting aroused and felt my penis harden.

She called on to the guy standing behind to hand her the scarf that was on the clothes stand and then she slung it around my neck and started riding me like a pony. I felt a tightening around my loins and it took some time for me to realize that it was another orgasm building up within me. The scarf was tightening around my neck and I felt fetishd for air as she continued riding me rough and sending the dildo deeper and deeper into my arse.

I saw the guy riding my flower release his load another take his place. I was close to my orgasm and felt that I would blow any second. The girl tightened the noose and this time deliberately fetishd my windpipe as I struggled to breathe against the resistance. I could feel my loins tighten and a massive and yet decidedly different orgasm hit my body and I could feel my rectum throbbing in pleasure around the dildo. The sensation of this massive release exhausted and numbed my oxygen deprived brain into darkness and I ******...

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Always Hard in High School


Rosemary took off her last bit of clothing and stood totally naked in front of me. She looked incredibly nice, almost too nice. I almost forgot why I was there. Fucking this gorgeous woman seemed so much more important than taking her picture. And it was, but not then.

My goal that day was to take close up nude pictures of the older, yet beautifully shaped former teacher of mine. Whatever lustful feelings I had for this woman had to be put aside for another day.

"Is this okay?" she asked and I said yes. Why wouldn't it be okay? She was on her back with her legs open and back to her chest. That position was very okay for the pictures I wanted.

Up until then, I had only used my camera to take explicit pictures of women engaged in all kinds of sexual activity. My collection of those kinds of pictures was building rapidly. What I was doing now was different, but I had to get past the initial arousal of seeing sexy Rosemary in such a provocative position.

It went without saying that I couldn't.

Two rolls in, approximately twenty minutes of shooting, I lost the battle of resistance. At the time, my Nikon with it's close up lens, was no more than a few inches away from the teacher's large furry bush and juicy pink lips.

Enough already, I said. I had all the close up cunt pictures I needed. What I really needed now was a juicy pink cunt and plenty of it. I dove in mouth first.

Rosemary, of course, offered no resistance whatsoever. She loved what we were doing even more than I did.

"Ooohhh, God! Godddd!" she let out a moan when my tongue started licking and my lips started sucking. This lady loved having her pussy eaten and couldn't give two cuckolds brownies about me building a pussy picture collection. She knew I wouldn't last long with the close up camera so close to her delicious cunt and she was absolutely fucking right!

"I can't do this!"

"I know you can't! Yes, baby, yes! Suck me! Eat me!"

With my camera on the table and my mouth now doing the close up work, I did what I did best, stimulating the teacher's juicy cunt lips and her very swollen clit. As I did, Rosemary's solid legs wrapped tightly around my back and her lower body started moving wildly to my face. She was well into it and close to cumming when the unexpected happened.

The front door opened and in walked Rosemary's lesbian sister.

Naturally, I saw Darcy long before Rosemary did. The teacher couldn't see anything because she had her eyes closed while thrashing her head from side to side. She was cumming from my tongue and lips and for a second time, didn't give two cuckolds brownies about anything but her own erotic feelings.

As for me, I cared a lot about who was watching me eat her sister's very aroused pussy. Reamister being, I wanted the lesbian Darcy doing the same thing to Rosemary with me as their audience. After that, I wanted something even better like maybe a two sister sixty-nine.

After they did that? Hey! You never know what can happen with two hot and horny women and a guy with a big dick hard-on?

Stranger things have happened than a lesbian wanting a guy's big dick. Don't forget! Rosemary's lesbian sister had been married for over ten years. She recently divorced the guy because he wasn't giving her sexual gratification, the kind of satisfaction she was used to getting from the women in her life.

Since then, Rosemary told me her sister became a full time lesbian, something I didn't buy. She may love having her pussy eaten by other cunts, but I saw no reamister why she shouldn't love getting fucked by the right cock if one should become available to her.

After Rosemary came to her violent climax, I knelt up between her opened legs and unzipped my pants. She was panting and gasping for breath when her eyes opened and she looked up at me. There was no doubt in my mind what my older lover wanted. Just eating her hot cunt to orgasm was never enough for the hot-reded Italian. Rosemary Criscola wanted to be fucked too.

"Give it to me, baby!" she cried out as I hastily withdrew the big hard cock the teacher wanted so desperately. The next thing I knew, Rosemary's hand reached up and took hold of its massive hardness. The horny lady wasn't disappointed. "God, I love it! And I want it!"

There was no doubt about that, but before I gave the horny teacher my throbbing cock, I glanced over at the doorway to see what the lesbian was doing. She was still there, watching me hold out my big cock as if to offer it to her.

Regrettably, she didn't bite. Darcy turned her head away, showing total disinterest. I knew differently. A few seconds earlier, I saw her through the corner of my eye. While watching me lick and suck on her sister's pussy, she was rubbing herself between her legs. The lesbian lady was very aroused and I knew that.

"Sure, baby! I'll give you my cock!" I told the anxious teacher while still looking up at her sister. "But, what about Darcy? Maybe your beautiful sister would like to join us?" I said as my cock slid quickly into Rosemary's juicy cunt and we started fucking. When I looked up again, Darcy was gone.

Later, while having a cigarette and a cocktail, I asked Rosemary about Darcy. Since they're living together, has she and her lesbian sister ever been tempted to have sex together? The question apparently rubbed a nerve and she looked at me kind of funny like.

"What! Why? Just because I had sex with those two young women you think right away I'd have sex with my sister just because she's a lesbian. Well, you little cuckolds brownie, the answer is no!" She got up off the bed and lit another cigarette. "Don't you know its sick for two sisters to have sex together? My God, Vic! Where's your fucking head? Darcy's my sister! Sex with her is simply not an option."

"Yeah! I know!" I said, but thought about it anyway. I really wanted these two to have sex and in my mind there was absolutely nothing wrong with it. Rosemary already fucked for her mister. I wondered if Darcy knew about that.

And while I was at it, I wondered if Rosemary knew what her older sister did in the shower with little girls. Maybe it was time they each found out about the other. And when they do, that might just get me what I want. Damaging pictures can be a very convincing tool when blackmailing desirable ladies. I started to get dressed.

She didn't like that. "Where you going, hon? I didn't say I didn't want sex with you."

"I know what you said. I'll be back in a little while."

When I returned to Rosemary's house twenty minutes later, I had under my arm an envelope filled with very incriminating pictures of both the sisters. Darcy opened the door and let me in. In my absence, she had changed into her nightclothes and was wearing a knee length gown with a plunging neckline.

That's when I realized her tits were almost as big as her sister's big boobs, taking a real good look at them before looking up at Darcy's face. She was glaring at me with a cold hard stare as if she knew I was already thinking about tit-fucking her big boobs. She grabbed my arm.

"Forget what you're thinking, you little pervert! And, by the way, I don't appreciate you flashing me with your exposed penis. My sister might go for that sort of thing, but I certainly don't. So, please refrain in the future from exposing yourself to me. Your oversized member does absolutely nothing for me."

Almost laughing in her face, I grinned slyly at the bitch. "Whatever you say, Mrs. Clarke. But, that could change quicker than you think," I said while walking away from her. She started to say something I never gave her the chance.

As she fumred to speak, I was already in the living room looking down at a sitting Rosemary. She had changed into a nightgown similar to the one her sister had on. Both the gowns showed off their big beautiful tits and the solid meaty legs of both the teaching sisters. Fucking them together was now a major priority for me. But first, I wanted them doing it together without me.

"Okay! Let me get right to the point!" I said right after Darcy sat down next to Rosemary. They both had their meaty legs crossed while looking up at me. It was a real pleasant sight and I couldn't help thinking about having their meaty legs spread wide open. "What I have here in this envelope will assure me of one very nice thing," I said while staring right at Darcy. "And do you know what that is, Mrs. Clarke?"

She stared blankly at me. "No, mister! I have no idea what you're talking about. Seeing how the two of you were behaving earlier, I'm sure it must have something to do with you and my sister screwing each other."

"Oh, no, my sweet Darcy!" I said while moving right up to her. "Your lovely sister is only a part of what's inside this envelope. While I DO have her pictures in here, I have your pictures as well."

Looking scared, the nervous Darcy began to fidget in the chair. "What . . . what do you mean, my pictures? How could you have my . . . my pictures?"

* * *

Back in September of 1955, Vic was in the perfect position to take pictures of what was happening inside the girl's shower room between a teacher and two of her students. Those pictures of Darcy Clarke and the two girls are very incriminating. If she valued her teaching career she wouldn't want anyone seeing those pictures. Once again, Vic is perfectly positioned.

But before he can put those pictures to good use, we need to know both the girls and what they did to draw the attention of Mrs. Darcy Clarke and the guy with a perpetual boner. For that, we need to go back in time to the high school where Darcy Clarke taught and played.

The Teasing Jew Snobs

September 1955

After graduating up to the tenth grade, I found things totally different. The first thing I learned was that my new teacher wouldn't affect me like Mrs. Criscola did. The sixty plus Mrs. Leach was just too old and ugly to arouse anyone. I was safe from myself for the time being.

That is, until I got a look at some of my new female classmates and I knew for sure I wasn't safe at all. In fact, I now had even more of a problem regarding my perpetual erection. My new female classmates were all so fucking nice I didn't know which cunt to look at first.

First off, there was the smallish, but cute Ginger Damiano, a real nice honey who sat right next to me, showing off her nice legs by sitting with them crossed all the time as if she knew I loved nice crossed legs. Then there was Judi Poonstein and Rochelle Menke, two Jewish girls who both had what the girl at the pool had, only their Jewish tits were much, much bigger than even the tits of the Irish Mrs. O'Rourke.

Needless to say, I drooled over all three girls every day of the week. Dejectedly, that's all I could do with these girls. I was too shy to talk to any of them. Once I got home though, I wasn't shy at all. I did to them what I did with my former teacher and Eddie's aunt. I fucked Ginger, Judi and Rochelle all in my mind while jerking off in my bed.

Even while picturing myself fucking all of these girls, I knew that fucking Ginger, Judi and Rochelle could never really happen in real life. Girls as nice as those three didn't want to be around nothing guys like me. And if you thought about it, why would they?

I was a short, four-eyed geek with a scrawny build. None of those nice girls wanted a guy like me. They wanted the so-called Rocks of the school, the guys with the great builds who walked around the school like they owned it, which in fact, they fucking did.

Short, four-eyed geeks like me owned nothing. Well, not quite. I owned something every one of those girls would definitely want if they only knew I had it. The problem was, they didn't know a thing about the big fat dick I had inside my pants. And if you thought about that too, how could they know? Even I wanted to, I couldn't show them my big dick. All they knew was the four-eyed geek who could only gawk at them without ever saying anything.

Ironically, I knew for a fact that none of the big Rocks had what I had. I knew that fact because I saw the other guys inside the pool dressing room when they changed into their bathing suits. They all walked around showing off their nothingness like they all had something to show off. Guess what? They didn't. All of these other guys had nothing compared to me. All they had was the nice looking girls running after them while I ran home to jerk off.

Everyday in class was the same for me. My desk was situated right between the two Jewish girls whose big tits had me working overtime in the jerking off department. Most days, I'd sit there making like I was looking around the classroom, but in fact I was taking sneak peeks at the real big tits of both Judi and Rochelle. On one of those days, I got caught. Judi saw me looking and the girl her friends call Judi, gave me a real dirty look.

"Would you stop it, Victor!" she said loud enough for Rochelle to hear. That prompted a nasty comment from the other Jew cunt whose nickname was Shelly.

"He's always doing that!" Shelly said loud enough for a Rock to hear, the very last thing I wanted.

"Hey, jerk off!" I heard big Anthony's voice, making me almost cuckolds brownie in my pants. "What the fuck you looking at! Never seen big tits before!"

Luckily for me, Anthony didn't take it any further than that. He could have easily gotten me after school and kicked the living crap out of me. Thankfully, he didn't kick my ass and I went home grateful to be alive another day.

From that day on, I was very careful how I looked at the big tits of both Judi and Shelly. Not that I stopped looking at the well-built Jew cunts. They were both too nice not to grab an occasional peek at their big delicious boobs.

On this one particular day a few weeks later, I got real lucky when it came to seeing nice tits. On that day I managed to get much more than just a little peek at the Jew girl's big tits.

I had just finished gym class when the gym teacher asked me to help clean up the boy's locker room as well as the main gym. I wasn't too thrilled about that idea but soon changed my mind when the girls showed up for their own gym class.

As I stood there ogling, fourteen real cute girls started prancing around in their gym shorts and tee shirts. The tight shirts did little to hide a cute girl's tits if she happened to have real big tits. And you just gotta know who that was? Judi and Shelly just couldn't hide their real big tits

It took me almost the whole hour to help clean up the main gym. Working very slowly, I got in all the looks I wanted at my two favorite classmates. If I liked seeing them in class, I loved seeing Judi and Shelly doing their exercises in their brief outfits.

Along with their big bouncing tits, the two Jew girls showed me parts of their bodies previously overlooked. Judi and Shelly's real nice legs and super nice asses were foolishly ignored because of their super large boobs.

What didn't go unnoticed were my incessant looks at them. Both the girls took exception and approached me as soon as the gym teacher went into the bathroom.

"I told you once before, Victor! Stop it!" Judi said. "I don't like the way you leer at us."

Shelly jumped in too. "Yeah! You give me the Goddamn creeps!" Judi added the final touch.

"If you keep on gawking at us, I'm gonna tell big Anthony about it, and we both know what he'll do."

Oh yeah! I knew exactly what that big prick would do. Big Anthony loved coming to the aid of all the bitch cunts, not just the Jews. I figured he did that for all the obvious reamisters. At least one of those Jew cunts had to be blowing him. I mean, why else would a guy act as their big protector unless he was getting his dick sucked off by at least one of the cunts he was protecting?

After their gym class ended, the girls all marched one by one into the bathroom to take their showers. Following closely behind the girls was Mrs. Darcy Clarke, the tall gym teacher who looked pretty good herself in her own gym shorts and tee shirt.

For an old cunt, Mrs. Clarke sure looked good enough to get a guy stiff, which, as a matter of fact, she did. I was already stiff from the younger girls when I looked at the teacher and got even stiffer, if that was possible. Amazingly, it was almost like Mrs. Criscola all over again. And the funny part was, Mrs. Clarke even looked like an older version of Mrs. Criscola.

Once all the girls were in the bathroom, the teacher followed them inside and I followed her, walking far enough behind so Mrs. Clarke wouldn't notice me. I had no idea where I was going or what I would do when I got there. There was another small room inside the main bathroom door.

That room had a door that opened into the bathroom and another that opened into main shower room. As in the boy's shower room, that door was usually left open because of the steam build up inside the showers. That open door turned out to be my window to the world of wet naked pussy.

In a room consisting of a dozen individual showerheads, I got to see more wet naked bodies than I ever saw in my life. My God! Except for watching Eddie's naked aunt playing with herself, this was the most exciting thing I had ever seen.

So exciting, I couldn't help but rub my bulging cock right through my gym shorts. That, of course, only made things worse. Just rubbing my cock wasn't getting it done for me. You just know I had to take it out of my shorts.

Since I couldn't jerk off right where I was, I needed to find a better spot where no one could see me with cock in hand. Lo and behold! The shower room not only used an opened door to prevent steam buildup, it had a hidden-by-bushes-window as well.

So, with my small camera in my other hand, I was at that window in minutes. (Don't ask why I had my camera at school. I always did)

As in the boy's shower room, the window was opened at the bottom just enough to let fresh air into the room, usually a couple of inches. Luckily, those couple of inches did more than let air in. They enared me to see even more than I saw from the opened doorway.

And what I saw the second time around, was far better than I ever could have dreamed.

For reamisters unclear at the time, Judi and Shelly weren't in the first wave of shower takers. The other twelve cuties preceded them and they all did their very best to get me stiff. By the time the two Jewish twats strutted their naked bodies into the big shower stall, the others had soaped, rinsed and dried themselves off for my dick, my camera and me.

It was a memorable show that could only get better.

Since Judi and Shelly were especially nicer than all the others, seeing them alone and naked was a real special treat. With bodies that made the other girls look like boys, the two Jewish cunts inadvertently put all their goodies on total display for my leering eyes, my bulging dick, my camera filled with film, and of course, me. While they stood there lathering up their beautiful nakedness, I drooled, my camera clicked, and my cock reached its bursting point.

And that, my friends, was only the beginning.

In between their soaping and rinsing, one of the girls did the totally unexpected. How else can I say it? Judi kissed Shelly smack on the lips. Wow! I never saw that coming. In my world, girls didn't kiss other girls on the lips, at least, not like Judi was kissing Shelly.

It wasn't just your friendly hello kiss, the kind of kiss girl friends did with each other all the time. Judi kept her lips on Shelly's mouth way too long for that.

In fact, so did the teacher, Mrs. Darcy Clarke.

If Judi kissing Shelly's mouth was unexpected, you can imagine how I felt when I saw the married gym teacher doing the very same thing to both her young and naked students. Wow! Talk about the unheard of, the not supposed to happen. Holy fucking cuckolds brownie! What was taking place was much more than my young mind could handle.

Shit! It wasn't even a good enough reamister for jerking off. I didn't know what to do so I just took pictures for as long as I could. And as it turned out, that was long enough to get one very telling picture.

Before I snapped that last picture, Mrs. Darcy Clarke walked over to the opened door and closed it shut. As she did, I took a real good look at her naked body and I liked what I saw with the older married teacher. While she wasn't built nearly as nicely as Mrs. Criscola, she wasn't all that bad either. In fact, she even got another rise out of my dick. But, that's not the point here.

It's what Mrs. Darcy C. did to the two young girls that is.

She moved back between the two girls and kissed one of them. Shelly and the teacher pressed their lips together while Judi just watched then doing it. Not long after, Mrs. Darcy Clarke switched mouths and started kissing the other girl. And that's when the teacher did what she did.

Because of the closed door, there was an enormous amount of steam building up in the room when the teacher's hand reached down and touched the student between her legs. It was difficult to see, let alone take the most important picture of the day, but I did manage to get it. I got the shot that showed the hand of Mrs. Darcy Clarke touching Judi Poonstein between her legs.

Not long after, I couldn't see at all. Someone had walked over to the window and closed it all the way. Whatever taking place inside that shower would go on without me seeing it.

After leaving the window I took a shower and went to my next class. Neither of the girls attended that class at first. They both arrived late and with a note from their previous teacher. Mrs. Leach read the note and excused the girls for their tardiness. She also commended both Judi and Shelly for getting extra credits by working after class with their new health education teacher.

From that day on, I never looked at Judi and Shelly quite the same way again. The two Jew cunts were different to me now, as was Mrs. Darcy Clarke. How this woman could be married and still kiss other girls I just didn't know? Some people call them queers or fags. I wasn't sure. I was way too young to know cuckolds brownie like that.

Four years later in July of 1959, I knew all about women kissing women as well as them doing a lot more things with each other. As a young boy, I didn't like it. As a grown man, my opinion on that subject has changed for the better. A woman loving another woman is a special turn on for me. As we continue our story, there are two particular women whose kissing each other attracted my interest.

Banging Rosemary's Lesbian Sister

July 1959

Rosemary had no idea what I had on her sister, but she definitely knew what I had on her. She'd already seen the blowjob pictures where she's sucking on her mister's cock. She knew that pictures like that would make any woman do what a guy wanted.

Rosemary wasn't stupid. She knew what I wanted, yet, she still tried to get out of doing it. "I can't Vic! I just can't! She's my sister. Please don't make me do that with her?"

For whatever her reamister, Darcy played dumb. "Do what? What does he want from us?"

Instead of telling her, I handed Darcy a few of her pictures. They showed quite clearly the kissing and touching she was doing with a young Shelly Menke and Judi Poonstein. "That's what I want you doing, Mrs. Clarke. I want you and your sister doing exactly that!"

First there was anger. "How did you get these pictures?" she asked and answered. "My God! You were there watching us! How dare you! What gave you the right?" She stood up and threw the pictures at me. "I could ******* you, you little prick!" she said, but stopped right where she stood. She knew there was nothing she could do. She was screwed and she fucking knew it. "My God! These pictures could ruin me."

"Yes they could, Mrs. Clarke!" I knew she was mine, yet I strung her along. "Parents don't take lightly to this sort of behavior from their youngren's teachers."

Stunned and shaken, she repeated herself. "My God! These pictures could ruin me."

"They can, Darcy, but not if you do what I say," I told her confidently. "No one ever has to know. It will be our little secret, Mrs. Clarke. Just the three of us will know you like little girls."

Up until then, Rosemary had no idea her sister was a pedophile. She picked up the pictures off the floor and started looking at them. "My God, Darcy! What were you thinking? Forget about just losing your career. You could be sent to jail for God's Sake!"

Darcy looked at Rosemary. She had tears in her eyes. "I . . . I know that, sis! I'm sorry!"

Sis shook her head. "Sorry? What good will sorry if anyone ever finds out about this? You could be in an awful lot of trouble, baby!" She turned to look at me. "Please, Vic! You've got to destroy all these pictures as well as the negatives. My sister's life hangs in the balance if you don't," she begged, but wasn't yet saying the magic words. That was left to Darcy. Well, kind of

"My sister's right! My life's in your hands, young man. You have in your possession the power to destroy me if you so choose. I don't know what you have on my sister, but I know what you have on me, and it's obvious I'm at your mercy. I can't speak for Rosemary, but I'll do whatever you want to a limit. I won't perform oral or anal sex with you and I won't have sex with my sister. Other than that, I'll be happy to give you what you want for all my pictures and negatives."

I had to fight to keep from laughing. "You will, huh?

Rosemary wasn't laughing. She glared at her sister. "Darcy! Don't be such a fucking idiot! You can't set any limits with this man! Either we both do what he says or you're going to fucking jail. It's as simple as that, honey! You don't make your own terms with him. He's fucking got us!

"He's . . . he's got us?"

"Yes, he's fucking got us! If you have to suck on his Goddamn cock, you'll do that and love it! And if we have to eat each other's pussy, we'll do that too! I'd much rather have sex with my sister than see her being ravaged by the perverts in a jail cell. Please, Darcy! I don't want you going to jail. Give Vic whatever he wants."

That was all it took. Rosemary said the magic words, not Darcy. She moved up to her sister, their arms reaching out for each other. Suddenly, they were in a tight embrace with their mouths very close and their eyes looking into the other's eyes. Darcy spoke first.

"I really like what I'm seeing with you, but I still feel awkward about doing this," she spoke softly as her lips edged closer to Rosemary's lips. "I've never kissed your mouth before, yet I really want to. Your lips are so tantalizingly nice. I hadn't noticed that until now. What should I do, Rosemary? Should I kiss those tempting lips and forget they belong to my kid sister? Or should I ignore all the taboos and just go with my feelings? I don't know, Rosemary. What do YOU think?"

Their hands had already lowered to each other's ass, their fingers squeezing the soft supple cheeks of a woman eager for sex. Rosemary was very surprising in that situation. She was neither shy nor awkward about what she wanted. "I think you talk too much, baby! Talking is over for us, sweetheart! Like it or not, Vic has shown us our destiny and I think we should act on it!"

Surprisingly eager, Rosemary didn't wait for her sister to act. She started kissing Darcy first, their lips brushing gently, followed quickly by parting lips and tongues eager for the taste of another female tongue.

Pretty soon, their active beefy tongues were outside their open mouths, hungrily chewing on a sister's beefy tongue. Whatever awkwardness Darcy felt at first had dissipated in a hurry. The earlier shyness exhibited by Rosemary had left as well. The two sisters were now ready to take their heated passion to the limit.

Along with their very active mouths, their hands got into the act too. Darcy couldn't keep her hands off Rosemary's big boobs and her sister couldn't keep from touching the lesbian between her meaty thighs. Her long fingers rubbed Darcy's pussy right through her nightgown while that sister used her own fingers to massage and fondle Rosemary's hefty tits.

Along with that active stimulation, their tongues never stopped playing either, each chewing the tasty morsel as if it were the last tongue on Earth. That was good. So into each other, neither sister noticed my camera.

Every picture I took was taken with available light. With such erotic tenderness, I didn't dare use flash to disturb their passion. With my small camera, I was able to shoot unnoticed as Darcy and Rosemary each undressed the other, and just like that, they both lay naked on the plush living room carpet.

Then, with me standing idly by with camera in hand, the older of the two took the initiative by spreading open her younger sister's shapely legs. That excited not only me but Darcy as well.

"Oh my goodness, Rosie! You sweet delicious cunt, it's so . . . so gorgeous!" the lesbian said, and then said no more. The only sounds she made were moans as she dove in face first, licking and sucking on the gorgeous cunt just as I licked and sucked on that same cunt many times before.

Rosemary, of course, loved what her sister was doing. Them being sisters no longer mattered. That became even more obvious when Darcy moved so that her pussy lay right over her sister's face.

After her fingers gripped Darcy's bare ass, Rosemary held nothing back. She licked and sucked her sister as she had licked and sucked on the heated pussies of both Josie and Jackie.

The teacher liked those two young girls a lot, but she loved THIS woman even more. It showed big time as both her legs and arms wrapped around Darcy and she sucked on the pussy until it exploded cum all over her face.

After that, the two sisters collapsed in a heap of sweaty flesh, each sighing and gasping for their collective breaths, both saying they should have done THIS years ago.

Now that they've finally done it, they couldn't stop doing it. Once rested, they started doing it again almost immediately. Only this time, Rosemary was the more aggressive of the two sisters, flipping Darcy onto her back before grasping her meaty inner thighs and spreading them wide.

From there, she used her lips and tongue like she was the seamistered lesbian and not the sister whose head was thrashing from side to side from being orally stimulated. At that point, I was having a hard time staying out of the heated passion, so I didn't. I put my camera down and took off all my clothes.

By then, the erotica in front of me had reversed. It was now Darcy on top of Rosemary, holding her legs open while licking and fingering her pussy. On the bottom, Rosemary licked up while squeezing Darcy's big shaking ass. Both the sisters were totally into it and oblivious to anything other than each other when I made my move. Yeah, sure they were.

Darcy wasn't as unaware as I thought. She knew my big cock was still there, lurking, waiting. Being very smart, she knew that sooner or later the horny kid would try to give it to her. When she felt my hands grab hold of her meaty ass, she knew that time had come. She stopped what she was doing and turned her head.

"You have a lot of restraint, young man. Most men would have tried something much sooner than this. I commend you for that! However, I'd much rather you tried it with my sister and not me."

I gripped her hips tightly and pulled her ass closer; my hard head nudged her wet opening. She never moved, the exact reaction I expected "No you don't, lady! You want my big cock even more than you say you do."

"That's not true, Victor! Why would you say that? I'm a lesbian!"

"You know why, Darcy Clarke! You're not a lesbian like you say you are! You're just a woman whose husband never satisfied her. You WANT my hard cock! You NEED my hard cock!"

I GAVE her my hard cock.

Darcy gasped loudly when she felt me going deep inside her pussy. She clenched her teeth and clamped her eyes shut as my hard cock filled her up all the way. She could hardly speak, but she did. "Oh, God! Oh, God! I've never . . . I can't believe it's . . . it's . . . Oh, God!"

A man's live cock had now reached new depths inside the cunt of the once reluctant lesbian. Never in her life had she gotten a cock as big and as hard as mine. Her former husband's cock was puny, and to add to that inequity, he was a poor lover as well. If ever a woman needed a good hot fuck it was the presumed lesbian, Darcy Clarke.

Without a touch of egotism, who else but me could give it to her?

"That's right baby! Believe it! It's like nothing you ever had and you want it bad!" I told her with my cock now sliding in and out of her very wet pussy, giving the woman all that she wanted and more. But, even more important, I was getting what I wanted too. Fucking Darcy Clarke completed the sister cycle I had cum to love. Darcy and Rosemary had now joined Marion and Margaret.

"Yes, yes! I want it! Fuck me, baby! Keep on fucking me! I love it baby! Keep on fucking me with it. Oh, my God! My God! My God! It's . . . it's like nothing I ever . . . ever had . . . EVER!" Darcy could only exclaim the utmost truth while giving me all that I wanted.

While Darcy loved the big hard cock she was getting from the rear, her sister loved her from the bottom, licking on the same juicy cunt I was fucking. With Rosemary's talented tongue and lips, it didn't take long for the two of us to take Darcy to the pinnacle of her passion. With her body shaking violently out of control, she came and she came and she came.

Not long after, Darcy collapsed onto her back right next to her sister. She had her eyes closed, but there was a big smile on her face, telling me what I already knew. This hot piece of ass was no more a lesbian than I was.

The next morning, Darcy continued to prove that point to me. I woke up on my back in a bed. I was still naked, as were Darcy and Rosemary. They were kneeling on either side of me, one playing with my cock, the other massaging my balls with her fingers. A blowjob would have been nice, but I wasn't expecting it, not yet anyway. It was too soon for her, I thought. Wrong.

"He loves it when I lick it. Watch me, baby!" Rosemary told her sister before showing her. The next thing I knew, I felt the tingling sensation of a woman's velvety tongue on the head of my cock and along the long hard shaft. "See! Just like that! Let's see if you can do it too!"

That's when Darcy Clarke closed the book on her previous lifestyle. She followed suit, and just like that, I had a once-proclaimed lesbian licking on my cock.

"Uhmmm, ohh, uhmmm!" Darcy moaned as her own tongue licked my hard head, doing it with the same proficiency as her cock-sucking sister. "Uhmmmmm! How's that, baby?" she asked before taking her blowing act one step further.

"Damnit, baby!" I told the ex-lesbian as my entire shaft filled her sucking mouth. Suddenly, Darcy was showing she wasn't the cock-sucking novice everyone thought she was. Her wet lips clung to my cock as they slid up and down the shaft, her tongue still licking with a fiery vengeance.

"Uhmmm, ohh, uhmmm!" Darcy moaned as my hands reached out and grasped her head, my fingers slithering through her long black hair as she continued to suck and lick. Incredibly, her blowjob of me was equal to, if not better than her sister's blowjob of me, maybe even as good as the world class cocksucker herself, Eddie's lady Mrs. Margaret Rooney.

In order for that to happen, she had to let me cum inside her mouth, swallow all that I gave her, then suck me back to fucking hardness so that I could fuck her again right after. That's world class.

With my juicy cum already down her throat and inside her stomach, world class Darcy Clarke mounted me straddle style, taking my cock all the way in up to that same stomach. As I took hold of her meaty hips and she started moving her body with mine, her sister could only watch in envy as the two of us proceeded to fuck our brains out.

"I suppose I'm out now that you've found Mr. Big Cock here?" Rosemary asked if Darcy was through having sex with her now that she rediscovered cock. Don't be ridiculous!

With her eyes rolling back to her brain, and her cunt taking the full brunt of my hard one, her body moved at a rapid pace, to and fro and up and down. Darcy found it difficult to speak, but somehow managed a few words. "Ohhhh . . . ohhhh, no, baby! I want you more than ever now! I . . . I just want Mr. Big Cock too! I want to fuck and I want to suck and I want to fuck even more!"

For the next few weeks, Darcy kept her word, doing all the above and more. In fact, so did the just as hot Rosemary. The two hot sisters never let up with loving me and they never stopped loving each other when Mr. Big Cock wasn't around to keep them at their fucking happiest.

And to think, neither sister wanted any of this in the beginning. They both said that pussy licking by women was disgusting and repulsive; each sister said they could never do it with the other; it was, at the very least, unthinkable.

Even though I had my own key to Rosemary and Darcy's house, I always knocked on the door first and waited to hear a voice before walking inside. Although I spent a lot of time there, it STILL wasn't my own house. I didn't have the right to walk in unannounced in spite of the fact I was fucking both the occupants on a regular basis. The two women living there STILL had a right to their privacy and I respected that.

On this one particular night, I knocked on the door and waited, but didn't get the usual response from either Rosemary or Darcy. Concerned for their welfare, I entered the house and walked all the way into the living room. That's when I finally heard a voice I was waiting for and it was coming from the vicinity of the bedrooms.

"Ohh, baby, baby! Yeah, baby! That's it, baby! Lick me good, baby!" Darcy cried out to her lover who wasn't talking words per say. All I heard from Rosemary was her loud moaning while licking Darcy's cunt.

Aroused as well as curious, I moved down the hall in the direction of the loud moaning until I found myself in the bedroom doorway looking in. It was then I learned that it wasn't Rosemary's doing the moaning while licking her sister's pussy. In fact, schoolteacher Rosemary wasn't even at home! To my amazement, it was the shower girl herself, a now nineteen-year old Shelly Menke.

Being shocked didn't necessarily mean disappointment. When I saw a naked Shelly lying on top of the just as naked Darcy, my reaction was a natural one. My cock got big and hard and I wanted to fuck someone badly. That choice was a natural one too. I wanted to fuck Shelly not only in her pussy, but in her snob ass too. The only thing was, I didn't move fast enough with the removal of my clothes.

The much quicker Shelly saw me first. "Hey! Who are you? And what are you doing?" she asked when she saw this guy standing by the bed with his pants down and his big cock out in the open. When I didn't answer the cute nudie she looked to her former teacher and present lover for quick answers. "Mrs. Clarke! Who IS this guy? And what is he doing here?"

With Shelly now standing by the foot of the bed, Darcy sat up and spoke calmly to her frightened lover. "Honey! This is Vic. He's the young man I told you about. He's here to fuck both of us!"

Shelly looked at me with the same contempt she showed back in school. By the look on her face, it was obvious Darcy had shown her the shower pictures I left with her. What she said confirmed that.

"I don't care about any pictures. I'm not having sex with you, with THAT!" She nodded her head disgustedly towards my still exposed, still very hard cock.

"You may have to reconsider that decision!" Darcy told the young girl while holding Shelly's hand.

"You saw the pictures! Neither one of us can afford to have our little secret known. My Gosh, Rochelle! Can you imagine what your parents would say if they ever saw what we were doing in the shower? At the very least, they'd be quite angry with me for seducing you. You know I can't have that! So, if I were you, I wouldn't be so quick to say no. Do I make myself clear?"

Seeing where this was going, I loved it. I also saw Shelly's super-fine naked body, making me love where this was going even more. Darcy and Rosemary had nice bodies too, but they were old nice bodies with their minor imperfections.

Shelly's young body was perfect in every way and void of any imperfections. With her big tits, slim waist, softly rounded ass and long slim legs, she was built like a young Goddess. And the best part was, Mrs. Clarke was not only talking this perfect body into opening those long slim legs for me, she was showing her how to do it too.

"Stand behind me, Vic baby!" she told me and I listened to the older lady who was bent over at the waist with her feet spread wide apart. Positioning myself behind Darcy's big bare ass was one of life's greatest pleasures.

Her ass was by no means small, but it was still nicely shaped and pliable to the touch, her cheeks spreading easily for cock or fingers. In this case, they spread apart effortlessly for a cock bulging with the excitement of whose cunt I'd be fucking next.

Darcy, meanwhile, was no longer promoting my cock for Shelly. What she was doing now was strictly for Darcy. "Oh, yes, baby, YES! That's it! That's it! Fuck me good!"

The teacher came quickly and fell over onto the other bed, too exhausted to realize she was about to accomplish her goal. I didn't cum. Controlling my ejaculations had become a major strong point for me. Sometimes, staying hard was more important than self-satisfaction. THIS was one of those times.

Shelly got so aroused by watching me fuck Darcy from behind, she couldn't help but lay down on the bed, spread her long legs wide, close her eyes and finger herself. That's how I'd find her when I finished with Darcy.

Her smooth creamy thighs felt my hands first, holding onto them as I leaned forward, my cock nudging her moist cunt lips. Shelly's eyes opened and she stared at the big muscle lurking at her opening. "Mrs. Clarke said it was big. I don't understand, Victor! You just did it with her and it's STILL too big. I don't know about this! I'm not so sure I want something so big inside me."

My hands moved to her meaty hips and they lifted Shelly up off the mattress, my cock moving further into her pussy. "You'll know in a minute just how much you really love it."

She wasn't convinced, not yet anyway. "No . . . no I won't! I'm only doing it because of the pictures. Mrs. Clarke said you'd tell my lady if I didn't fuck for you. That's the only reamister I'm doing it. No way that I'm loving this. No way! And besides, you're still that creep from school. You may look different now and have this real big cock, but you're STILL the same creep who always gawked at us. Sorry, Victor! No way I'm loving this!"

Shelly didn't come right out and say it, but I knew she loved the feel of my entire cock filling her juicy insides. Her voice never said it, but her legs and arms tightening around me as we moved together said an awful lot about her loving it. Her lower body moving in and out to my thrusting body spoke volumes too. Then there were her tongue-obligation kisses.

A woman doesn't kiss a man like Shelly was kissing me unless she truly loved what he was doing to her. Then there was Shelly cumming too. Only a very happy woman cums as intensely as Shelly did, cumming with my hard cock buried to the hilt deep inside her hot horny pussy. Sorry, lady! You definitely loved getting my big hard one.

"All right! So I was wrong!" she told me after. "I loved it, but you're STILL a creep for making me do it. Sorry, Victor! Your cock was nice, but you're definitely NOT! What we did together is over!"

Just then, Darcy woke up from her short relax. "There's really no need to be a bitch about this, darling! What you just did with Vic here is NOT over, not by a long shot! With what he has on you, he can have your hot young body anytime he wants it. Or did you forget that, my sweet young tart? This young man has us all by the short hairs to do whatever he wishes with us." She then looked at me. "Tell me, sweet Victor? Is there anything our master wishes from us right now?"

With that, I stood up over both of them. Shelly sat up next to Darcy. My hands reached out and they grasped the back of both their heads. "Oh, yes! I have one very definite wish for the teacher and her insolent student," I said while guiding both their mouths towards my hardened cock.

Shelly turned her head away in disgust, but to no avail. With Darcy's coaxing, it was soon back where it once was, her mouth very close to the hard head of my cock. While the young one resisted, the older woman never had to be told what to do. Her longer fingers caressed my ball while her other hand stroked my born-again cock.

"I do this with extreme pleasure, my master!" Darcy told me just before her tongue started licking my head first, then my shaft before swallowing the entire length to her throat. Right after, it was out again for another furious lick of head and shaft, then another swallow and lick. Cumming was inevitable as the former lesbian once again achieved world-class status in the blowjob event.

Next to the sucking-licking teacher, the student looked on incredulously. If you could read Shelly's mind, it would say simply: Sorry, Victor! No way I'm loving this! In spite of what she was thinking, the young teen had no choice AGAIN. After several minutes of some very fine sucking and licking by the teacher, Darcy's lips slid off my cock and she turned her head towards the *** student.

"It's your turn, baby doll! Learn to love it, bitch! If you don't, I'll see to it that you do. Am I getting across to you, sweet cunt?"

In spite of that threat, Shelly remained reluctant. "What if I don't want to?"

My fingered tightened on the back of her neck. "I could easily go to your lady right now."

"You know you're a bastard!" she said before her lips came around my cock and they started sliding up and down the length of my shaft. It was nice having Shelly finally blow me, but it wasn't nice enough. Justifiably, she wasn't totally into it. The reluctant girl needed some special coaxing.

Seeing what was NOT happening with Shelly's half-hearted blowjob, the older cunt maneuvered the younger girl onto her back before spreading open Shelly's long shapely legs. "What this girl needs is something I know she really loves," Darcy said before giving Shelly's cunt a loving cunt lapping. It wasn't long after that when Shelly started sucking and licking like we both knew she could.

Needless to say, there was no holding back from me either. Remember whose mouth was blowing me? It was the same mouth that called me a creep just a few minutes earlier. The lips sucking on my cock belonged to the snob cunt who once said she despised me. The tongue licking me to the brink of ejaculation, was owned by a bitch who once said my cock was nice, but I was NOT. Well, guess what, bitch? I let go of all my juice, filing Shelly's mouth while lining her throat as well.

I expected her to be pissed off. I wanted her to be pissed off, but guess what? The bitch wasn't pissed off at all. If anything, it was the exact fucking opposite. The fucking bitch went ahead and did what her mentor would do in that exact same situation.

Like Darcy, and like Mrs. Rooney before her, Shelly started sucking me off even better than she did the first time. The next thing I knew, she had me big and hard again and was acting totally unlike the Shelly from before.

"Mmmmm, I just love sucking on your big beautiful cock, Vicky baby! I'm so sorry I hadn't done this before today. Ohhhh, Uhmmmmmmmm!" she moaned after taking it back into her mouth, her tongue licking and her lips gliding. Not long after, and while continuing to lick my hard head, Shelly told us some really good cuckolds brownie about her impetuous youth.

Her shower escapades with Darcy were only the beginning for the young tart's lascivious activities. During her wild and crazy school days, Shelly and her friends tried everything, and that included fucking for, and sucking on the cocks of all the big Rocks. One of those Rocks was Big Anthony and Shelly was quick to clear up a misnomer about Anthony's nickname. Big only applied to Anthony's well over six-foot height.

"For a big guy, he was REAL small, if you know what I mean? He wasn't at all like you, like THIS!"

When that day started, Shelly Menke detested my mere existence. By the time the day ended, the young piece of ass worshipped the ground I walked on. And the reamister for that was simple. My big cock gave her everything she wanted in a man and more. The sweet young thing just couldn't get enough of it.

The same was true for her mentor, the lovely Mrs. Darcy Clarke. The former lesbian once despised me too, but her tune changed quickly once she got my hard meat inside every orifice of her older, but equally horny body.

Darcy Clarke and Shelly Menke both love me now, even if I had to use devious methods to get into their eager bodies in the first place. The end justified the means, someone once said, and getting to the end with these two was a very happy course. I was hoping for more of the same with Shelly's cousin, the other shower girl, Judi Poonstein.

A Goyim Cock for Judi

August 1959

A lot of water had flowed under the bridge since the last time I saw Judi Poonstein. During that time, I've learned that getting even isn't nearly as important as getting laid. Although fucking someone who was once treated you like cuckolds brownie can be very satisfying, especially when you get to fuck her in the ass or mouth.

Shelly Menke was an extremely satisfying fuck, especially when the snob bitch gave me a cum-swallowing blowjob not long after putting out for me. Oh yeah! Fucking Shelly Menke was definitely a gratifying time. I was looking for the same kind of fuck with Judi.

From what Shelly's told me, Judi hadn't changed at all. Her stuck-up cousin was STILL a bitch and STILL a hottie. She still liked sex with women and she loved fucking for certain guys. Regrettably, a nice Catholic boy like me wasn't one of those guys.

"Judi's strictly kosher and you're a non-Jew. If you want to fuck Judi you have to be a Jew!"

Knowing someone was so arrogant, she wanted no part of you because you're not the same religion, made me want to fuck her snob Jew cunt even more. That's why I asked Shelly to arrange a small sex party for the three pussy licking ladies, one where the non-Jew cock will make a surprise visit.

But before we get to that and Judi's reaction to the goyim cock in the room, we need to find out the reamister for my contemptuous lust for this girl. It began when we were both in High School together four years earlier. In those days, Judi wasn't much different than she is now, a condescending snob whose good looks and hot body were as nice as any of the other girls whose bodies I lusted for.

With the aid of both Shelly and Darcy, fucking the nice body of the bitch snob was something that definitely needed to be done. But before Judi's beautiful legs could open wide for me, and her snob cunt become cock accessible, let's go back to when those same gorgeous legs gave some kid one hell of a giant boner.



The Young Jew Snob

October 1955

Back in 1955, a Jewish girl from Brooklyn moved to Queens and entered my school. Her name was Judi Poonstein, and the nicely built kosher knish quickly becomes my newest infatuation. Judi had everything I liked in a girl: pretty face, a nice chest, and beautifully shaped legs. Judi had it all and I wanted it all. Unfortunately for me, Judi was no different than the rest of the Kosher Kunts. Being super nice and very well built, Judi quickly got the attention of the school Rocks.

As for me, she ignored the geeky kid just like all the others ignored me. I wasn't good enough for the girl who turned out to be the biggest snob of them all. While I wasn't exactly ugly, I wasn't the handsomest guy either. But, most importantly, I wasn't the same race as Judi. I was Catholic and girls like Judi always stayed with their own kind. Being Jewish, it was a natural for her to go with Shelly. But that wasn't their only reamister for them being close. The two Jews cunts were cousins.

Judi also avoided any Rocks who didn't happen to be Jewish, which, by the way, weren't many. The Jewish guys in school were geeks like me. The whole thing pissed me off, but that's the way it was back then. At best, Judi Poonstein would just be another fantasy in the mind of the short Italian kid who, big dick or not, hadn't a prayer in the world with a well-built Jewish girl named Judi Poonstein.

In spite of that resignation, I still thought of Judi at night when I went to bed. And when I fantasized of the well-built Jewish girl, I still got hard and I still did my thing. She may have been a big snob who wouldn't give me the time of day, but she was way too nice not to do what I loved doing. Then one day, the girl who treated me like total cuckolds brownie at school, found a new way to treat me even worse.

It happened on a day after school when I was delivering the Star-Journal on my paper route in Jackmister Heights. On that day, I was making my collections and had to ring the doorbells to get paid by my customers. As it happened, the last stop on my route was apartment 2B. The name on my customer card said Poonstein, but dummy me never connected the name.

When Judi opened the door and stood there looking at me with contempt, I just couldn't speak. All I could do was gawk at this beautiful girl dressed in short-shorts, pink socks and sneakers and a bathing suit top. Her legs were the nicest I'd ever seen, her waist so small I could put my hands around it, her chest the biggest except for Shelly, Lizzie and that girl at the pool. I couldn't believe she had such a beautiful body. Unfortunately, Judi didn't quite appreciate my appreciation of her.

"What do YOU want!" she asked, then got real nasty before I could even answer her. "And what do you think you're looking at, you stupid little creep! Never seen a girl in shorts before?"

She rendered me totally speechless. I couldn't say any clear words.

"Hammana, Hammana, Hammana," I mumred like Jackie Gleamister did on TV when he didn't know what to say. Judi, on the other hand, knew exactly what to say, and it wasn't nice.

"What IS that, you idiot?"

I tried to get it out. "T-T-T-The paper! I'm . . . I'm collecting for . . . for the . . . the paper!"

"The paper? What paper? I can't understand YOU! What are you talking about you little creep?"

Then came the biggest offense. She slammed the door right in my face.

Stumbling down the stairs, I felt like a real cuckolds brownie. The girl of my dreams had made me feel real awful and I truly hated her for it. The Jewish snob had made me feel lower than I ever felt in my life. I didn't think I could feel any lower until the next day. That's when I saw Judi talking to Shelly and Lizzie while looking over at me and laughing to themselves.

Jew cunts! I thought to myself. Someday, none of you will be laughing at me. Someday, you'll all get what you deserve. Someday, I'll give you all something that will make you all know you laughed at the wrong guy.

A Goyim Cock for Judi

August 1959

As figured, the young girl balked when she saw me. "No! I'm not doing it with him!" she said emphatically. "You know I'm engaged to Jeffrey and I'm only doing it with him! How dare you presume I'd have sex with this guy! And besides, it was only supposed to be us girls. What's this guy doing here?"

From what I was told, the bisexual girl only wanted sex with Darcy and her female cousin. In her mind, pussy licking was okay to do. Female sex didn't constitute cheating on her boyfriend, some guy named Jeffrey. Sex with me or any other guy made her untrue to the Jew prick who, from what Shelly told me, was already banging her. As weird as that sounded, that was Judi's logic.

"No! I don't want his cock no matter how big it is. I'm engaged to Jeffrey and I only want his cock! It's a kosher cock and this cock isn't! It's a Goyim cock! My pussy can't take a Goyim cock! It must be a kosher one otherwise I don't fuck for it."

"That's ridiculous!" Darcy said and the Jewish Shelly agreed.

"You're being very silly, Judi! A cock needn't be Kosher to be nice. Who told you that?"

"Jeffrey did! And Jeffrey wouldn't lie to me. He loves me! That's why I let him give me his kosher cock. Jeffrey said it was the best cock to get and Jeffrey knows everything there is to know about a man and woman sharing their bodies. That's why I can't share mine with a Goyim. Jeffrey said it wouldn't be right if I did. And Jeffrey knows! He loves me! And I love Jeffrey and his kosher cock!"

Darcy had reached the limit with the kosher bullcuckolds brownie. "Oh, shut up already! I'm sick and tired of hearing about this fucking Jeffrey!" she said while pulling Judi by her one arm. The next thing the young girl knew, she was on her back on the bed with Darcy and Shelly holding her down by her arms. The Jewish Princess wasn't the least bit happy with her powerd position.

"Let me up, damnit! What do you think you're doing? I won't have this! Let me up this instant!"

Judi cried out her plea but it fell on deaf ears. As far as the other ladies were concerned, the Kosher Kutie wasn't going anywhere. All she could do was scream her protests until they got tired of hearing her and covered her mouth with a gag. That stopped Judi from yelling, but not her kicking. Her sweet legs kicked and kicked, her short skirt moving further and further back with each kick.

Ultimately, and without wanting to, Judi's nice legs and all of her panties came totally into view with each gesture of denial by her lower half. Eventually, Judi's legs tired and she stopped kicking. What remained after that was a sexy young girl in a very provocative position showing off much more than she wanted to three very horny people.

Judi saw her exposed legs and underwear, but couldn't do a thing about it since the other two ladies were holding onto her arms. All she could do was squirm her body and groan through her gag while the rest of us ogled over the nice goodies she had inadvertently put on display for all of us. I for one loved her nicely shaped legs shown of nicely by her pink socks and sneakers.

All of us, especially Darcy, loved looking at Judi's brief see-through panties, a pink pair that clearly showed off a dark patch of the teen's pubic hair. That sight was so nice, bisexual Darcy just couldn't contain herself. She used her free hand to give Judi a small sample of what lay in store for her.

"Mmm, now what's this?" Darcy asked as her fingers caressed the soft mound between Judi's long delicious legs. "It appears to be a very nice pussy. Wouldn't you say so, Shel?" she asked the other girl whose own fingers were gliding along Judi's smooth inner thighs, while at the same time licking her lips in anticipation of licking the smooth inner legs of her restrained first cousin.

"I'd definitely say it's a very nice pussy, one that needs to be licked and sucked on, maybe even fucked if we can get the right cock to fuck it," Shelly said. "What do you think, Mrs. Clarke? Do we know of a nice cock to fuck this real nice cunt? It has to be a real big one. Do you know of anyone who has a cock big enough to fuck this real nice pussy?" Shelly asked as her fingers moved further along Judi's legs until they too were stroking the large furry mound of the still squirming Judi.

"Mmmm, let me think?" Mrs. Clarke said aloud while at the same time slipping her hand under the elastic band of Judi's panties. Just like that, it was slithering through the dark hair surrounding Judi's nice cunt, toying with the hair while making like she was thinking hard. "Maybe I DO know of someone who can fill the bill, or more precisely, fill the juicy hole of this lovely young lady."

Shelly knew but she asked anyway. "Who could that be, Mrs. Clarke?"

"Our friend Vic here has a real big one and he and Judi already have a little history together. Wouldn't it be nice if he could be the one to fuck her sweet delicious body." Judi squirmed even more in anticipation. Darcy saw that and quickly removed Judi's gag. "What is it, honey? Is Vic's big cock the one you really want?"

"No! I don't want his damn cock no matter how big it is. I only want my Jeffrey's cock! It's Kosher!"

Darcy didn't agree. "I didn't think so!" she said before her fingers found what they were looking for, Judi's wet cunt lips and her aching clit. The girl squirmed even more as Darcy rubbed her where she liked being rubbed, but not at this time and not by this permister.

The look in Judi's eyes told us all of that and more. They showed she resented being gagged, held down and especially fondled by not one, but two very eager hands. No! Judi wanted none of that from the two gropers. Judi, however, was in no position to stop anyone from doing whatever they wanted with her kosher body.

As Darcy finger-fucked her, Shelly licked Judi's cunt right through her brief panties, her dainty fingers holding Judi's legs open at the meaty, not to mention, very smooth thighs. As for me, I couldn't help licking the legs I'd ogled over from afar for too many years before.

Judi continued to squirm through all of this, but it was a nice squirm, the kind one does when one is having a nice feeling. With Darcy's fingers, Shelly's lips, and my tongue on her smooth soft legs, it was apparent Judi was having a very nice feeling and close to giving in.

Then, she did.

There was no more resistance, only a well built woman lying on her back with her legs held wide open. "You're . . . you're not being fair! I said I couldn't and you're making me change my mind."

"We knew you would, baby doll!" Darcy said.

"Yes! But take . . . take my panties off first!"

"Sure, honey! But why?"

"They're very expensive and I don't want that big cock tearing them/"

Go figure!

Darcy accommodated the girl's wishes with a delicate removal of Judi's satin bikini panties. Once that was done, the teacher found true Heaven. "Mmmmm, I just love the sweet delicious taste of your sweet pussy, Judi honey!" Her lapping tongue and sucking lips sealed Judi's fate for good.

"Oh, God yes! Yes! Yes! I just loved what you're doing Mrs. Clarke! You have such a terrific way with your mouth and tongue. It makes me so excited I'm ready for absolutely anything."

"Absolutely anything, baby?"

"Oh, Yeah! Anything! Even that big fat cock of his," Judi said with a glance my way. "I don't care if it's not a kosher cock. I want his big goyim fucking my hot kosher pussy.

With that profound statement, Mrs. Clarke moved aside, giving the goyim cock total access to Judi's spread opened legs and kosher pussy. With a sweet prize like that, the big fat cock didn't hesitate at all. My fingers grasped Judi's inner thighs, the hard knob of my cock split her cunt lips and I leaned forward into her. With that one easy move, I rendered Jeffrey's kosher cock totally meaningless.

"Oh God! Oh God! It's . . . it's ohhhhh, sooooo big! I . . . I can't do it with . . ." she resisted, but soon found out she loved it. "Ohhhhh, I can! I can fuck for you! Yes, I can! I can!"

As I figured, Judi gave in quickly and gave me all she had. Her legs and arms enwrapped me while her cunt engulfed me, squeezing my cock with a pulsating rhythm until both she and I came to out respective orgasms in unimister with each other. When it was over, she relaxed her limbs and lay gasping for breath.

"Wow! I . . . I can't believe I did that with . . . with you. I hated you once and now . . . now I've had sex with you," Judi said as I stood up over her. "My lady's gonna ******* me if she finds out I had sex with a goyim."

"Your lady won't find out unless you tell her, Judi!" Darcy said after moving next to me. She was holding a camera behind her back when she placed her other hand behind Judi's head. "Just be quiet about what you did with Vic and anything else you might do with him after."

Judi looked up. There was a quizzical look on her face. "What do you mean might do after? I'm not doing anything else with him. We've already done it once, Mrs. Clarke! What else can I do with Vic?"

Mrs. Clarke didn't answer her student with words. She merely moved Judi's head closer to where she wanted it. Pretty soon, Judi's mouth was perfectly positioned by my cock head. Only then did the older teacher and former lesbian speak. "I think you know what to do now, Miss Poonstein? I know you've sucked on Jeffery's kosher cock. Well, you'll suck on the goyim cock as well."

Surprisingly, Judi didn't argue. "Uhmm, ohhh, uhmmmm!" the kosher cutie moaned with her wet lips gliding and her velvety tongue licking, proving to one and all that a cock is a cock is a cock. My cock or Jeffrey's, Judi gave a blowjob like she loved doing it no matter whom she was sucking off.

As for Mrs. Clarke, she wasn't just watching a sucking Judi Poonstein. She was doing what I normally did with my camera, taking plenty of cock sucking pictures just in case we needed them. We would.

But first, Judi's well-documented blowjob was just too good to let it end right there. Her talented tongue and lips had me rock hard and ready for more fucking in no time. I wanted some pussy and I had my choice of three very nice, very hot cunts to choose from. Darcy was ready and so was Shelly if I asked. In fact, so was the last girl, the cocksucker who sucked me right to fucking ready.

That alone made Judi the logical and willing choice. She happily went into Darcy's bedroom and lay down on the bed like I asked her to. She even turned onto her belly and parted her legs just enough for me to kneel between them. At that point, Judi wanted my cock even more than I wanted to give it to her. "Go ahead, Vic! My pussy's ready for your cock. Give it to me! I want it!"

After long last, I finally fucked Judi Poonstein and loved every second of doing it. But, it wasn't just the penetration of Judi's cunt that satisfied me most of all. It was what happened after the young girl came from my pounding cock and after I withdrew my dick from her sopping wet hole. At that point, I hadn't yet cum. I was saving my stiff one and my juice for far richer pastures.

While leaning on my hands, I edged forward just a little, my cock going right for Judi's hole. The thing was, it wasn't Judi's cunt hole I was aiming for a second time. It was her asshole and that's NOT what Judi wanted.

"No, Vic, no! Don't do that to me! I don't like it!"

"Okay!" I said for the moment while rubbing an oily lubricant all over my cock. "You may not like it, Judi baby! But I'm afraid I DO!" I said with my greased up hard head poking her anal hole. Not long after, that same oily head was halfway inside her ass and Judi was moaning loudly.

"Nooooo! Noooo! Goddamn you! Take . . . take it out of me!" Judi cried out to no avail. The snob bitch was getting ass-fucked that day no matter what. "Don't . . . don't do this to . . . to me!"

Judi's please fell on deaf ears. With an avid audience looking on, I gave Judi's ass the entire length of my fully-grown cock and proceeded to give the snob the ass-fucking she rightfully deserved. When it was all over, I was happy, but the recipient of my hard one wasn't. Judi Poonstein dressed in a hurry and left in a huff right after. We all laughed about it, but we wouldn't be laughing for long.

"We know all that, Bari! That wasn't what I meant," Darcy said while moving up right behind Bari, ready to pounce on her in a second. "I was referring to the real Bari, the one who is more like her sister than she knows. See baby! Just like her!" Darcy nodded her head towards the kissing and groping Mila and Rosemary.

By now, neither one was wearing her skirt or blouse, only their underwear, garter belt and stockings. Both women looked ravishingly sexy as they embarked on their own private passion, oblivious to the ogling boy and the two women soon to be as passionate as them. That is, if Darcy could only sway the reluctant Bari into doing something she didn't want.

"Oh no! I'm not like that!" she said to the taller woman standing behind her, the one whose hands were rubbing both her upper arms while attempting to kiss the back of her neck. Bari, of course, resisted all of that while talking. "I don't know what's come over my sister, but I'm not like that at all! And would you please stop groping me. I'm not used to being touched like that by anyone, especially another women."

Like that were Darcy's hands reaching around the woman to fondle and squeeze both of Bari's large breasts. The same could be said for this very aggressive woman lifting Bari's skirt just high enough to touch her where very few have ever touched her. No! Bari Poonstein didn't like that form of groping either. The crotch of her wet panties was not public domain for someone to rub like Darcy was rubbing her there.

To avoid this lady's quickness, Bari fought to keep Darcy's hands from under her skirt. When she managed to stave off that worryation, those same hands returned quickly to her breasts. Once there, they not only roughly fondled them, they managed to undo her blouse at the same time. The normally straight Bari wasn't quite prepared to expose herself to this strange woman.

"Goddamn you! Stop it! I'll have no part of this!" she cried out, but any resistance was futile. The bigger stronger Darcy could easily overpower her and she did. Suddenly, Bari's bra was unhooked with Darcy's mouth sucking on one tit while her hand was squeezing another. One woman was very happy while another was definitely NOT.

Meanwhile, the same was true for Mila's bare breasts, only THIS sister wasn't trying to keep Rosemary from having her way with her.

Clad in only garter belt and stockings, the natural blonde's pussy and tits were not only exposed for all to see, they were being sucked on and fingered as well. Mrs. Menke, for strange reamisters, was enjoying the lady loving as much as Darcy and Rosemary.

"Oh God yes!" she cried out as Rosemary continued to work her over while slipping out of her own clothes at the same time. In no time, my former teacher was dressed the same as Mrs. Menke in stockings and garter belt. It was then the older blonde joined the finger-fucking, tit-sucking party for two. "Mmm. I love doing this! God you feel nice!" she said much to the chagrin of her sister.

"For God's Sake, Mila! What are you saying? You love doing this?" she asked while having her own tits fondled and her pussy rubbed. "Have you gone insane? I can't believe you'd say such a thing."

"I'm saying it because I mean it, Bari honey!" Mila said before admitting her lurid past. "I've loved doing this ever since I was in college where we did THIS and even more than THIS!"

"Oh God! I don't believe what I'm hearing. My own sister's a lesbian too!" she spoke to Mila before speaking to Darcy. "And would you please stop doing that to me! I don't like it and I don't want it!"

"But you do!" Darcy said as her hand reached around Bari's neck. Suddenly, it was taking hold of the woman's chin and bringing Bari's mouth to hers. That's when I knew the tide was turning for Mrs. Poonstein. She let Mrs. Clarke kiss her mouth much longer than I thought she would.

What happened next though, is what signaled the beginning of the end for Judi's lady. Darcy got her hand back under Bari's short skirt and under the elastic lining of the woman's panties. Suddenly, she was not only tongue kissing the lady's mouth, she was playing with her pussy too. The lady thought she could stop her by tugging her skirt down but that did nothing to prevent the inevitable.

With each passing second, Mrs. Clarke was gaining more and more control of Mrs. Poonstein. While moving her mouth between Bari's eager mouth and her very plentiful tits, she was finger-fucking her pussy at the same time. Judi's lady was fighting it, but there was no doubt even SHE knew the end was near. "You're . . . you're being totally un . . . unfair, Mrs. Clarke! You know just how . . . how to get to a . . . a girl!"

Calm and collected, Mrs. Clarke spoke her mind. "That's because I want the girl. I want her badly!" she told the girl before kissing her again, their tongues meeting in heated passion outside their mouths before Mrs. Poonstein could speak again.

"But what will you do with her once you have her? She's never been had by a woman such as you."

To demonstrate, Darcy's fingers moved aggressively between Bari's legs. The lady's body began to shudder in anticipation. By the way things were going with these two, it was only a matter of time before they joined Mrs. Menke and Mrs. Criscola on the living room floor. To further explain, Darcy stopped kissing long enough to nod her head towards the other heated couple.

"Your sister's been had by women such as me. We know that for sure! See! She's being had right now!" Darcy said of Mila who was lying on her back with her long legs held wide open by Rosemary's delicate fingers. "Do you see where my sister's mouth is and what she's doing with her tongue and fingers? That's what I'll be doing to you, my pretty! Would you like me doing that to you?"

The moment of truth was here. What would Bari say? Was she as turned on as Darcy thought or was it merely a tease going nowhere? Darcy waited. Mila and Rosemary paused to wait. Even I waited to hear if the four sisters orgy was moving forward or would it stall right where it was. Forward.

"Oh yes! I don't know why, but I want that more than anything! Please, Darcy! Kiss me! Touch me! Love me! Do anything you want with me! I want it all and I want it now!"

Wait no more. It was time for all ogling to cease. The boy went for his camera and film.

When I returned with a fully loaded camera, the scene had changed dramatically. Mila and Rosemary were now in the sixty-nine position and licking like there was no tomorrow. Shelly's lady was on top of the teacher and holding her legs open for her sucking mouth and twisting fingers. Needless to say, my camera clicked without flash. The mood. You can't break the mood.

Nor far away from those licking ladies was the most surprising sight of all, one that no one would ever believe if I hadn't taken pictures to prove it. Darcy was sitting on the couch with her legs spread wide open, her skirt back to her waist and her bra unhooked.

That by itself was a very erotic sight, but it wasn't the surprise I talked of. The shocker was who was kneeling between those parted legs and what Mrs. Poonstein was doing while her long fingers held onto Mrs. Clarke's beefy thighs. I took more pictures of that than anything else. I also used my audio recorder to capture some of the best erotic dialogue ever heard on tape.

"Oh, that's real nice, Poonzy baby!" Darcy told Bari who was licking the nice pussy like she'd gone to the same college as Mila. "Suck my pussy nice and I'll suck yours real nice too!"

"Oh, uhmm, mmm! Do you promise? Do you promise to suck my pussy just like I'm sucking yours?" Bari Poonstein said something she never thought she'd ever say. And the best part was, she was saying it for all to hear right then and later on too.

Also for later on were the many pictures I took of Bari sucking then and Darcy sucking later as promised. That heated sixty-nine took place right next to the other heated sixty-nine and it was just as arousing with the second pair of female hotties.

Up until then, as strange as that may seem, all the women were totally oblivious to the presence of an ogling man. Even Darcy and Rosemary forgot I was there early on, thinking I had slipped into the shadows while they played with their new toys. Even Mila and Bari managed to ignore me as they embarked on their new erotic adventures, making like I was a dead as stone light fixture.

The fact is, I wasn't part of the lifeless woodwork, nor should the teachers presume I was hiding in the shadows for decorative purposes. My role was supposed to be more than that. With all that was taking place, a man could be an observer for just so long. Then it happened. My time had come. The women had cum.

Resisting the temptation to undress, I watched in anticipation as all four reached explosive orgasms before collapsing exhausted onto the carpeted floor. In almost identical attire of garter belts and stockings, the two sets of sisters lay side-by-side with their legs intertwined while gasping for their collective breaths. They said very little except to sigh and moan softly.

"Ohhh, ohhh!" Bari sighed softly with her eyes still closed. "That was oh, so good!"

"Ohhh, ohhh!" Mila echoed her sister's sighs. "I've never felt better! It was truly wonderful!"

"I can't recall having a better orgasm." Bari told everyone. "I'm so glad you talked me into it."

"I didn't need to be talked into anything. I KNEW it would be good," Mila added.

"Better than college?" Rosemary asked.

"Better than anything! I love you Rosemary! I want you again, Rosemary!"

Rosemary was ready too. "Okay, baby! Let's do it!"

When Mila turned onto her side to hug Rosemary, she saw something she wasn't expecting. Me.

"My God! Who are you?"

Darcy sat up when she heard that. "Oh, this is Vic! He's the young man whose wonderful penis you've already seen in those real nice blowjob pictures.

"We have?" the ladys acted ignorant like the pictures didn't exist.

"Oh, yes! In those real nice pictures both your lovely flowers are sucking on his wonderfully large penis. How could you possibly forget that? I'm sure Shelly and Judi haven't."

Bari and Mila sat up to look at me. Neither one looked impressed. Bari spoke first. "Oh, no Darcy! We haven't forgotten those dreadful pictures. I'm just not sure about this young boy. He's so young and . . . and so small! I'm sorry, mister! I just don't believe that's you in those pictures."

"Yeah! I'm kind of skeptical too," Mila added. "I don't mean to hurt your feelings mister, but you're not very tall and you look so very young. There's just no way a young boy like you could have such a large penis. Sorry honey! I'm just not buying it! My Shelly would never have sex with someone like you. And I sincerely doubt if Judi would either."

That was it. Shot down before I even started. I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide but I didn't. I couldn't. Mrs. Clarke would see to that. "Okay then!" Darcy said. "Sorry, Vic! I'm afraid this just isn't the right time for you. Apparently, the lovely ladies have no interest in knowing what their lovely flowers already know. I'm afraid you'll just have to leave."

I wanted to fuck Bari Poonstein and Mila Menke more than ever now. Sadly, that wasn't to be. At least it wasn't for that night. Darcy had her reamisters for asking me to leave and I didn't question her motives. I learned of those reamisters while Mila and Bari were using the bathroom.

"There's something else I want from these two and I won't get it if they know you're in the same room ogling over their every move. Just make like you're leaving and slip back into the house through the back door. You'll find us in the bedroom. But above all, make sure you take plenty of pictures. If you really want to fuck these two, these last pictures will guarantee that you do!"

My feelings were hurt just a little, but Mila and Bari weren't totally wrong about me. I'm a short guy with a young looking face. Even with a big cock inside my pants, I STILL looked like a kid, especially to a fifty-year old woman. What I had to do was give these women the opportunity to look past my short height and youthful face.

But first, there was the something Darcy wanted from Mila and Bari and that began in the teacher's bedroom after the four ladies all showered two at a time. When I returned later, I arrived just in time to see two pairs of naked women groping and kissing at the foot of the bed.

This time, they pared up differently. Darcy was groping and kissing Mila while Rosemary was doing the same to Bari. So far, none of the sisters had matched up with their own sibling. Somehow, I expected that to change if Darcy had her way.

In the meanwhile, while I hid in the shadows with my loaded camera, the two residents of the house were enticing their visitors onto the king size bed. First it was Darcy who got Mila onto her back with very little ease. Once that was done, she spread opened the blonde's long shapely legs for a vigorous pussy lick and an even more enthusiastic finger fuck. Pretty soon, Darcy had Mila's head thrashing from side to side and her lower body moving up and down and in and out.

Not to be outdone, Darcy's sister was doing the very same thing to Mila's sister and getting the very same result with Bari's head and lower body. The heads of both Jewish sisters were moving briskly with their mouths on a collision course with destiny. Darcy knew that and so did Rosemary. In fact, it was exactly what the Italian sisters wanted from their Jewish counterparts.

If Mila's head turned to the right and stopped, and Bari's head turned to the left and stopped, their mouths would be close enough for them to kiss each other. But, would they be so bold? Would these two sisters kiss on the mouth as the other two sisters have done and wanted for these two? And if they did take that first step toward ********** lesbianism, would Bari and Mila take their forbidden lust as far as Rosemary and Darcy took it, like all the way to pussy licking heaven?

No one knew the answer to those questions as the teacher sisters changed position. With one swift move, Darcy and Rosemary were now lying on top of Mila and Bari, their legs still wide-open, their pussies meshing together nicely, their bodies moving up and down in unimister with each other. The position had changed, but the intensity hadn't. The two sets of sisters were as hot as ever with one set soon to make lovemaking history.

"Rub my pussy, baby!" Rosemary told Bari who didn't hesitate with the swift movements of her lower body, rubbing the other woman's cunt just as her sister's lower body was rubbing the pussy of the woman on top of her. Mila rubbed Darcy as Bari rubbed Rosemary. Even the kid with the camera paused to rub a cock that was fully-grown because of what he was watching.

Along with the intense rubbing of cunts there was the heated kissing of mouths too. Rosemary's lips touched Bari's lips with her tongue chewing on Bari's tongue as the cunts of both women continued to grind together in heated passion. Right next to them, the on-fire pussies of both Darcy and Mila ground together as their mouths pressed together, swapping tongues while rubbing cunts while getting hotter than ever before. So hot, anything was possible.

At one point during the heated passion, the tongue kissing between Darcy and Mila stopped momentarily. During that brief respite, Darcy's wet lips didn't sit idle. They kissed Mila's face cheek before her tongue found comfort and joy inside Mila's left ear. That little move turned out to be exactly what the doctor ordered. Mrs. Menke liked the licking tongue so much she actually turned her head all the way to the right and let Darcy lick away.

Seeing what was happening alongside them, Rosemary took the hint and made the same exact move as her sister. The kissing of Bari's mouth ended in favor of licking Bari's face cheek before Rosemary's tongue found bliss inside of Bari's right ear. Once it did, there was total joy for both the women as Bari loved the ear licking as much as Mila did. She showed that by turning her head all the way to the left as Rosemary's licking became ferocious. Only then, did the two ladys sense something wasn't quite kosher.

The eyes of both opened and they looked right into the eyes of a sister. While they were both enjoying what the mouths of the other two sisters were doing to them, their own mouths were uncomfortably close, much too close for sister's mouths to be. They both protested.

"We can't do this!" they said together, each feeling her sister's breath on her lips, as well as the breath of another woman on each of their ears. Darcy and Rosemary didn't stop their coaxing.

"Yes you can! If you really want to, you can!" the other women each told their own prey before their tongues licked and their pussies rubbed. "Just do it! You want to! You won't regret it!"

The eyes that had closed for fear of the outcome opened again, only this time, neither sister looked afraid, nor was she. "I want to!" Bari told Mila who nodded her head positively before speaking.

"I do too! But, I only want to kiss. Nothing else! Do you promise we'll JUST kiss?"

"Yes!" Bari told her sister. "That's all I want too! We'll just kiss gently and nicely."

Of course they would.

With that promise, Bari leaned forward just a little and Mila did the same, making their lips touch, making their lives change forever with the one gentle kiss that wouldn't be enough. They'd want more. We all knew that. We all wanted that. It was up to Rosemary and Darcy to get it.

They began by going back to where they were earlier, kneeling between spread-opened legs, their faces pressed nicely to the delicious cunts of the other sisters. While licking, the teacher's goal was to take the ladys to the level of arousal essential for that more to happen.

My goal that day was to photograph whatever took place and I was doing that buy slipping inside the bedroom for much closer shots. Anticipating great things, I held my camera in one hand and my taken out cock in the other. What I saw taking place on the bed was considered great and I took many pictures of it. It was the beginning of the more.

It wasn't just the sucking of juicy cunts by the two teachers that caught my photographic eye. It was the tongue kissing taking place between the two Jew sisters. Their once gentle kiss had escalated to the point where they were each caressing the other's face cheek with their hand while swapping their tongues outside their mouths. Yeah! That was definitely worth a few pictures.

So was what happened shortly thereafter when Darcy and Rosemary ceased all licking and stood up to observe their handiwork. Without someone perched between their parted legs, Mila and Bari were now able to turn onto their sides to face each other. Once they did, they continued to kiss passionately while extending their touching from face cheeks to soft titties to wet pussies. From there, it was only a matter of time until touching wet pussies became the more we all hoped for.

Bari was the first to move her mouth from her sister's lips to Mila's breasts to the blonde's pussy. The brunette never hesitated once she got there. She licked and sucked and fingered the tasty cunt just as the teachers had licked on it before.

Mila's arousal level was already high when she felt her sister's tongue and mouth taking her to levels unheard of. At that point, the blonde didn't hesitate either. She happily moved her body so that she too could lick and suck like Bari was licking and sucking her. It was a happy medium for all concerned, the two lickers, the two kissing watchers, and of course, the picture taker.

My extreme close-ups were of a tasty juicy cunt and a pretty face with its mouth and tongue working feverishly on that tasty juicy cunt. The pictures I'd print up later that night would show exactly whose face and mouth were ever so close to another woman's pussy. You couldn't tell it was her sister's cunt Bari or Mila were licking, but you know for sure it was Bari and Mila doing the sucking and licking of a cunt. That would be all that mattered later on.

But first, there was the cumming by each lady and the hugging by both once they realized what they had done. "Oh Mila honey! Do you realize what we've done? I feel so shamed."

This sister didn't feel shamed at all. "Oh, I don't Bari baby! I loved what we did together and I want to do it again and again. Having sex with you was the best I've ever felt in years. And as far as I'm concerned, no one ever has to know what we've done. Isn't that right, Darcy? Don't you agree Rosemary? What the four of us did today will be out little secret forever."

I dialed the number and waited. After three rings, I heard a female voice. "Hello!" she said. If a man had answered, I would have hung up. He didn't. It was Mrs. Poonstein's voice of I heard.

"May I speak to Harold Poonstein?" I didn't want to talk to her husband. I just wanted to ask for him.

"What? Who is this?" she asked loudly. When I didn't answer, she asked again. "Hello! Who is this?"

This time I spoke up. "I need to speak to Harold Poonstein. Is he there?"

"Yes! He's here! But I need to know who this is!"

"My name is Vic Vitale!"

There was a deadening silence before she answered. "What do you want?"

I didn't answer her question. "Do you remember me from Darcy Clarke's house? My name is Vic!"

"Yes! I know who you are," she said quietly. "I asked what you wanted?"

"I need to talk to Mr. Poonstein. May I speak with him?"

She answered in a yelling whisper. "NO you may NOT! You have nothing to say to each other!"

"But, I DO, Mrs. Poonstein!" I said before getting right to the point. "I have pictures to show him."

"Pictures? What pictures?" she said before telling me to hold on while she slipped into a room where Harold couldn't hear her talking. "Listen you little prick!" she said after returning to the phone. "I already have all the pictures you took of Judi and Shelly. Mrs. Clarke gave me them before we left her house."

"She did?"

"Yes she did, damn it! You couldn't know that because you weren't there, but I have in my possession whatever you think you want to show my husband. So you can forget whatever blackmail scheme you're cooking up, you perverted little fuck!"

She slammed down the phone.

After waiting only a few seconds, I called right back and she answered right away. "YES!"

"I STILL need to speak to Mr. Poonstein. Can you put him on the phone please!"

She was still adamant. "Why? What can you possibly say to my husband? You have nothing on my flower or her cousin. Therefore, you have nothing at all. This conversation is over!"

She slammed down the phone a second time. I called back a second time.

"You're right, Mrs. Poonstein. You have all the pictures of Judi and Shelly tucked away in some drawer or closet. What you don't have are the new pictures I took of you and Mrs. Menke."

She didn't hang up. There was a long silence before she answered.

"New . . . new pictures? What new pictures?"

"Yeah!" I gloated. "You won't believe what these new pictures show? Your husband won't believe them either. Let's ask him!"

"NO! I can't allow that!" she said before slipping into that other room again, only to return just seconds later. "I don't understand! You weren't even there! How could you have taken more pictures? You must be mistaken young man!" She was either ignorant or calling my bluff.

It was time for some harsh reality. "Don't be so stupid, Mrs. Poonstein. You know damn well what pictures I have because you know exactly what you were doing with Mrs. Menke after Mrs. Clarke and Mrs. Criscola got you to do it."

Once again there was a long silence before answering. "You were there? You saw?"

"Yes, Bari baby! I was fucking there and I got fucking pictures to prove it. You and your hot sister really outdid yourselves this time. I can't wait to get the reactions from both your husbands," I said before laying the real bombshell on her. "If I can't talk to him on the phone, I'm coming right over."

"Coming over? Oh no! You can't! Please, Victor!" she begged. "Don't do this! I'll pay you whatever money you want! You just can't show my husband. It would ruin me!"

"Okay! What then? You tell me, lady!"

"Come by tomorrow while my husband's at work. Bring all your pictures and I'll pay you well."

"Sure!" I said before hanging up. I made one more phone call before going out for a few beers.

It was just past nine in the morning when I arrived at the Poonstein apartment in Jackmister Heights, Queens. Under my arm, I had a large manila envelope with a smaller one tucked inside. The lady of the house let me in and told me to go right into the living room where I sat down on the overstuffed couch.

She was actually cordial considering my purpose for being there. "Would you like some tea before we get started?"

I declined. "No! No tea!" I said while observing the older lady whose naked body I'd already seen live and in print.

What I saw I liked. It was early in the day, but Judi's lady was already nicely dressed in a skirt, blouse and hi-heels, unlike some women who stayed in their robes half the day. Along with showing off her nice body, she had her face made up and her lips coated with lipstick.

"I'm assuming those are the pictures?" she asked and I purposely ignored her.

"You look very nice!" I said with my eyes going from head to toe, studying her uncovered shapely legs, her ample chest on up to her pretty made up face. "You're a real good looking woman."

She ignored me now. "Never mind that! I asked if those were the pictures?"

"Whoa! Slow down, lady! Of course they're the pictures," I said while setting the envelope down on the couch right next to me. "We'll get to them in a minute. But first, we need to discuss payment."

She moved over and sat down on the other end of the couch, all the while staring down at the envelope. "We'll . . . we'll talk money after I see what you have," she said nervously. I'd . . . I'd be a fool to pay you without seeing the merchandise, and . . . and I'm no fool!"

In a way she was a fool for being caught in this predicament, but I wasn't there to judge the woman. Fucking her was my intention. "No, you're not! You're very smart, but you're still a very good looking woman," I said with another look at her nicely shaped legs, those showing themselves when her short skirt rode back along her meaty thighs. She didn't like me ogling.

"Please! Would you stop your Goddamn staring and show me the Goddamn pictures!"

"Okay!" I reached into the envelope. "Take a look at these for starters!"

Reaching across, she took several of the most explicit photos I had of her and her sister eating each other's pussy. There was no doubt whose face and mouth was between another woman's legs. She looked at the few pictures I gave her and her hand dropped to her lap in shock. Up until that moment, I don't think she knew how damning my evidence was.

With a face as white as snow, she turned to look at me. "You're . . . you're very good at picture taking, Victor! There's no doubt whose pictures you've . . . you've taken. You've got us! You've got us both and we'll both pay you very well for our pictures. But, we must have all of them including every Goddamn negative you have."

"Sure! But I want some kind of payment now! You can keep those few pictures to show your lovely sister, but I want a small down payment as a good faith move."

After picking up the envelope I stood up. She stood up too.

"Okay, but I don't keep much money around the house. Exactly how much money were you looking for as a down payment?"

"Money? I wasn't talking about money, Mrs. Poonstein."

For a supposedly intelligent woman she was very dense. "I don't understand, Victor! If you're not blackmailing me for money, what is it you want from me? Is it my jewels or my furs? Is it my stocks and bonds? What do you want from me for my pictures?"

"I told you before you're a good looking woman, Bari baby. What do you think I want from you?"

She finally got it. "Oh no! Sex? You want sex from me? Is that it? Oh no! I can't! That would only make things worse if I had sex with you. No! I won't! I can't! I'll pay you anything, but not sex!"

"Sit down!" I said with a gentle push. She landed on the couch right in front of me. "It's not just sex I want from you, Mrs. Poonstein." I said while unzipping my pants. "For starters, I want the good looking woman sucking off my cock!"

"What? What did you say?"

"You heard me! I said I want you sucking on my cock!"

"Oh, no! I can't do that! It's disgusting and improper!"

"No it isn't!" I said as my pants and underwear hit the floor.

Mrs. Poonstein's eyes widened when she saw the enormity of my full-grown cock. "Oh my Goodness! That was YOU in those pictures. You're . . . you're huge! I've never seen one so big!"

"Oh yeah, Bari baby! That was ME all right! And THIS is YOU with your sucking mouth in action," I said while showing her another pussy licking picture. That's the down payment I want for your pictures, Mrs. Poonstein. I want you sucking on my cock!"

She looked up at me with a saddened face. "You're a cruel young man, Mr. Vitale! By making me do this, I'm only getting in deeper and deeper. What's next for me? I suppose you'll want intercourse with me too, followed by another blowjob and even more intercourse later on? Is that what you'll want from me in exchange for my pictures? I ask you mister, when does it all end?"

"That depends entirely on you, Mrs. Poonstein. We'll do this, and then I'll fuck you like you said. After that, the decision is exclusively yours, not mine. There's really no enjoyment for me if the woman doesn't want it."

"There isn't?"

"No! I want my women loving it when we have sex. Otherwise, what's the point?"

"There isn't any. I'm sorry, Victor! As nice and as big as your penis is, I don't think I could love having sex with someone so young. I'll do this for you, and I'll let you have your way with me after, but I'm afraid there'll be no love from me. I'm just not comfortable having sex with a boy."

I reached behind her head and grasped the back of her neck, pulling Mrs. Poonstein's mouth right to where I wanted it. "We'll see about that, Mrs. Poonstein. We'll see!"

"Okay! But I'm only doing this because of what you have on me. There's no way I'd ever take a boy's penis inside my mouth otherwise."

She reached out with her long manicured fingers and took hold of my cock. The next thing I knew, she was licking the hard head with her eyes closed. Not long after that, my cock was inside Mrs. Poonstein's mouth and she was sucking on it, well, sort of.

By no means was it a great blowjob. Shit! It wasn't even a good blowjob. The lady was doing it, but she didn't love it like she said. She barely used her tongue and she never took my cock all the way into her mouth. Her lips were surrounding the head, but Mrs. Poonstein was merely going through the motions of giving me a token blowjob. It goes without saying that it wasn't good enough.

"Whoa! Hold it!" I said while pulling my dick from her mouth. "If you want those pictures, lady! You gotta do better than that! Jesus, Bari baby! You're not even trying!"

"I'm sorry! That's the best I can do. I'm just not into this sort of thing, especially with you!"

"You're not, huh?" I said while grabbing her under her arm, lifting her to her feet and literally dragging her into the bedroom. "That can change in a hurry, lady!" I said while going for the buttons to her blouse, undoing them all in spite of her grabbing hands.

"Stop that! Leave my blouse alone!" she said, but I was already going for the zipper on her skirt while she tried to re-button the blouse. I was too quick for her and in just seconds, Mrs. Poonstein was wearing only her underwear. She wasn't happy. "Goddamn you! Give me back my clothes!"

"I don't think so!" I said while going for the rest of her clothes, fighting her off at the same time while unhooking her bra and getting her panties halfway down her legs. In the process, she fell back on the bed and onto her back. From there, it was only a matter of taking out my cock and kneeling on the bed right over her mouth. "Go ahead, lady! It's time for this sort of thing again!"

She still fought it. "No, no! Not here! This is where my husband and I relax together. For God's Sake! Please! Don't make me do it here! It's just not right!"

The time for negotiation was over. My cock found its way into her mouth and Mrs. Poonstein did precisely what she was told from then on. Reamister being, I didn't kneel on Mr. Poonstein's bed with idle hands. The fingers of both my hands found Mrs. Poonstein's plentiful breasts and they gave them both a brisk massage as the lady's lips moved from crown to base and back again. She was starting to show a little more enthusiasm because of my handiwork.

"Nice, Bari baby! Nice!" I told her as my hand moved from breasts to belly to pussy and back again, causing the lady to do even more with her mouth than she ever did. Suddenly, while I was feeling a juicy wet cunt on my fingertips, I was also feeling the sensation of a licking tongue on the head of my cock. Thanks to my delicate handiwork, Mrs. Poonstein was sucking me off like she'd never done with anyone, least of all a husband whose bed she didn't want to soil, but would.

Now, all memory of that man has been removed in favor of the big cock inside her licking, sucking mouth "Uhmmm, ohh, uhmmm!" Bari Poonstein moaned loudly as she did what she said she couldn't do. She was sucking on the cock of the young boy and loving every second of it. But would that trend continue if the boy dared to take the lady's lurid behavior to yet another level of debauchery?

"Yes, oh yes, Mrs. P! Suck me off nicely baby! You know you loved it! Suck me good, baby!" I told her while my body humped her face and Mrs. P never waned for a second. Her head lifted off the mattress, she took my cock into her hand and jerked it ferociously in and out of her mouth, all the while licking, all the while sucking. There was nothing a boy could but cum into the older woman's mouth. You just had to know that the older woman wasn't pleased one bit.

With me still kneeling on the Poonstein bed, Mrs. Poonstein leapt to her feet and ran out of the bedroom towards the hall bathroom. She slammed the door shut and didn't come out for at least ten minutes. When she finally did come out, she was wearing a short sexy robe and surprisingly more makeup and lipstick than before. If I didn't know better, I'd say she was looking for more.

"I wasn't expecting you to do that," she told me. "For some reamister I thought you were saving yourself for my vagina. Now I don't know what to think?"

"You can think what you want, Mr. Poonstein. Here are your pictures!" I said while handing her one envelope with the smaller one under my arm.

"My pictures? I don't understand, Mr. Vitale? What about the intercourse?" I thought you said you wanted to do it with me? I will if you want me to."

"Nah! Forget it! What you already did was good enough!" I was playing with her now.

She looked disappointed. "No, it wasn't! I said I'd do more with you."

"Nah! I gotta go!" I was teasing now. "These are you sister's pictures. I'll do what I want with her."

She moved right up to me. "No! I don't want you doing it with her. I want you doing it with me!"

The taunt continued. "Maybe another time, lady. Your sister's waiting for me."

I had spoken to Mrs. Menke the night before right after I talked with Mrs. Poonstein. We had an almost identical conversation with the same arrangement for the next morning. There was even a blowjob planned for that sister too, and I still wanted Mila Menke sucking me off.

But first, there was Bari. "Forget my Goddamn sister! I want you for me!" She reached down and grabbed my cock right through my pants. "I want this, and I want you fucking me with it!"

More teasing. "I don't know, Bari! I've never heard you talk this way. You're swearing!"

"I like swearing. It makes me feel like a cheap whore."

"But, you're NOT a cheap whore. You're a lady!"

She undid her robe. She wasn't wearing anything beneath it. I'd already seen her naked. This time was much, much better. "Yeah! I'm a lady who wants to fuck like a cheap whore. Will you fuck the cheap whore's cunt? Will ya, Vic? The cheap whore wants your cock. Will you give it to her and fuck her 'til she's blue?"

"I don't know, Bari. Your sister's waiting for me," I said as I started to walk away. "I was really looking forward to having Mila suck off my cock."

She grabbed for my pants and tried to unzip them. 'No, damnit! I'll suck off your Goddamn cock! I did it before and I can do it again. Just fuck me first and then I'll suck off your fucking cock! I promise you that, Vic!"

She got my pants undone and pulled them down to the floor. The next thing I knew, Bari Poonstein was pushing me onto the couch and climbing on top of me. I was fucking amazed by the sudden change in the woman ever since I dumped my load into her mouth. "Whoa! What's gotten into you baby doll? Your husband's not gonna like you acting like this!"

"My husband? Forget about my Goddamn husband. I don't care about my Goddamn husband. I want it! Oh God, I want it!" Bari Poonstein cried out while straddling me, my cock finding it way into her pussy with the help of Bari's guiding hand.

Needless to say, I fucking loved it. "Whoa! That's it baby! Take it al the way sweetheart!"

From then on, there was no more holding back for the horny Jewish lady. "Your big beautiful cock is all I want. Harold has nothing compared to you and the old fool doesn't even fuck me anyway "Oh yes! Oh yes! Fuck me Vic baby! Give me that big beautiful cock and fuck me with it! My hot Jewish cunt loves your big goyim cock. Keep fucking me with it!"

For the next fifteen or twenty minutes, that's exactly what I did with the older Jewish lady. Well, sort of. All I did was sit there and hold onto Bari's meaty hips while she moved her turned on body on top of me. Judi's lady fucked me right where I sat, not stopping until I felt her big soft ass vibrating in my lap. That's when she came and that's when I let go too.

Right after, she fell forward onto me and I held her against my chest. She was breathing very heavy with her body still trembling when she attempted to speak. "If . . . if I ever call you a boy again you have my . . . my permission to ******* me. Would you please forgive an ignorant old woman?"

"Old woman? I don't think so, Mrs. Poonstein."

"My name is Bari! If you're going to be fucking me on a regular basis, I prefer you call me that. Bari is my name, so please call me that instead of Mrs. Poonstein."

By regular basis, Bari meant precisely that. She wanted my cock almost every day and she was willing to pay me a lot of money to do it. She told me all of this while giving me that promised blowjob right after she straddle fucked me.

"You fuck me whenever I want and I'll pay you whatever YOU want. How does that sound my sweet, sweet Victor? Uhmmmm. Ohhh, uhmmmmm!" the lady asked while the cheap whore sucked.

I learned that day that Bari kept thousands of dollars in a jar in the pantry. For fucking her that day and every time thereafter, I got one hundred of those dollars. Not too shabby for a short skinny Italian kid who looked too young to be fucking anyone, let alone a beautiful Jewish lady like Bari Poonstein.

With that kind of money rolling in for doing what I loved doing, I actually thought about quitting my day job. I didn't. How would I explain what I was doing to my lady?

By the time I got home that afternoon from my fucking day with Bari Poonstein, the word of our arrangement had already spread across town to her sister's house. As soon as I walked in the door my lady told me I had a phone call and it was from an older woman. Don't ask! She knew Mrs. Menke was older just by the sound of her voice.

"Why are older women calling you?" she asked and I told her Mrs. Menke was a teacher who cared about her students. In a way that was true. Shelly's lady cared about THIS young student's cock.

"I just got off the phone with my sister. I was wondering why you never came by. Now I know! You made a deal with her first. That's not right, Victor! You have pictures of me and I want them. You said I could make a deal for them. Well, I'm ready to deal! Just give me the same chance you gave Bari and I'll give you whatever she's giving you, maybe even more!"

We made another arrangement to meet the next day. Her husband had left town on business and wouldn't be back for a few days. Shelly was supposedly working and Mila was home alone when I arrived with my envelope. This time, there were no pretenses about what would take place that day. Like she said the day before, THIS lady was ready to deal!

"Okay! Let me see what you've got!" she said and I handed her an envelope containing half a dozen of the most explicit photos I had. She wasn't fazed. "I see! You've got us good and now we have to pay! Fine!"

The taller blonde had on a short satin robe that clung tightly to her fine body. With me watching her every move, she removed the robe to show she was wearing absolutely beneath that robe.

"Do you like?" Mrs. Menke asked about a stark naked body that rivaled the fine naked body of her much younger flower.

What was NOT to like? Especially when that fine naked body wasted little time in making her first payment of blackmail money. "From what I understand from my sister you are NOT a young boy after all," she said while going right for the zipper to my pants. "In fact, Bari tells me you are quite the big man in the cock department after all."

"Yeah! I think so!"

"You think so, huh? Well, we'll see about that!" she said while lowering my pants and drawers to the floor, revealing almost instantly what her sister said about me. Mrs. Menke wasn't disappointed. "Oh my, ohh my! My sister was dead on about you, wasn't she? You DO have it and I DO want it!"

With that proclamation, Mrs. Menke took it. She dropped to her knees right in front of me and took my big cock fully into her mouth. Unlike the early stages of Mrs. Poonstein's blowjob, this sister wasn't holding back anything.

She gave her all by taking it all, right to her throat and out again for a feverish lick of the hard head and shaft before swallowing it back to her throat again. This went on for some time with me enjoying every seconds of the older lady's blowjob. Cumming would have been very easy with this sister, but Mrs. Menke never gave me the chance to cum. Just as I was about to let go, she stopped sucking.

"Oh no, baby doll! I know exactly what you're thinking 'cause I know how well I suck a cock. You're not cumming just yet, sweetheart! At least not until you fuck me first!"

Given how nice she was for a really older woman, that was perfectly all right with me. "Sure! I've never fucked a woman your age before," I said something that wasn't exactly right.

"My age, huh? I'll show you my age you little prick!" she said as she fell to all fours right in front of me. "Do it to me from behind! The old woman loves doing it that way!" she said and I did what she asked by kneeling right behind her shaking ass. "Go ahead, kid! Fuck the old lady good! She can take it! You can even fuck her in the ass if you want to! This old bitch is ready for anything a little cuckolds brownie like you can muster. You got that kid! You gonna fuck me or what!"

It was almost as if my comment created a monster. "Look lady! I'm sorry I said that!" I said while grabbing hold of her beefy ass. "You're not old! You're nice, real nice!" "You're damn right I'm fucking nice! And that's why you want to fuck me, cause I'm pretty nice for a old cunt! So go ahead kid and fuck the old cunt! Give her your big hard cock and fuck her with it!"

"Sure, baby! I'll give it to you!" I told Mrs. Menke while my hands grasped her nice soft ass and I pushed forward into her, taking over her cunt while fucking the Jewish lady silly. "How's that, baby doll? Do you like what I'm doing to you? Does your old cunt like getting my big hard cock?"

As Mila Menke moved her hot body with mine, she looked back at me with glazed eyes and a foul mouth. "I love getting your big fat cock, my handsome young prince. I want you fucking me always with it. Can you do that for the horny old bitch? Can you fuck her hot old cunt always?"

"If that's what the old bitch wants, that's what she'll get!" I told her while doing what she wanted, fucking Mrs. Menke hard and fast, not stopping until I felt her cumming and myself letting go.

While cumming, Mrs. Menke's body and dialogue never changed. She moved her hot body with mine, she looked back at me with glazed eyes and a foul mouth. "I love getting your big fat cock, my handsome prince. I want you fucking me always with it. Can you do that for the horny old bitch? Can you fuck her hot cunt always? Ohh, God! Ohh, God! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

She came. I came. Shelley even came. Mila's flower came into the apartment just as her lady reached the pinnacle of her climax. What was a woman to do?

"MOTHER?"

"ROCHELLE?"

I helped Mila up off the floor and she gave a quick look around for her robe. When she couldn't find it, she leaned against me instead. "You caught us! So what? I'm a woman with needs. Your man doesn't satisfy my needs and this man does. So there! And besides, what the fuck are you doing home so early? You're supposed to be at work."

Shelly grinned. "I'm not angry with you Mom, and I'm definitely not judging you. I understand how Daddy is with you. He's not an affectionate man. You need someone who is, like Vic here! He's very affectionate. I know that for a fact. He's been very affectionate with me too. You know that to be a fact as well. And I'm home from work because I didn't feel well."

Shelly said all of that while moving against my other side, her big tits pressing right against me. Mila saw what was happening and didn't like it one bit.

"What do you think you're doing, young lady? You're not doing it with him too, at least not with me in the same room with you. And besides, I thought you didn't feel well?"

Shelly ignored her lady to kiss my mouth and play with my cock. "Oh, I feel fine now, Mom! And to tell you the truth, I kind of like the idea of doing it with you here. I even like the idea of watching my lady doing it with a younger guy. I don't know about you Mommy dearest, but I find the lady/flower threeway a very intriguing idea. What do you say, Mila baby? Why don't I get undressed and we'll fuck this guy together?"

Mila didn't find it at all. "A threeway with you and him? I don't think so! Sorry honey! I love sex, but there's no way I'm having it in front of my flower. And I'm not watching you do it either! What you're thinking just isn't natural," she said while walking away.

"No, it isn't natural, Mom! But you and Aunt Bari doing it together wasn't natural either, yet you and her did it anyway! What's with that?"

Mila stopped right in her tracks. "How do you know about that?" she asked Shelly and looked at me at the same time. "Did you tell her about my sister and me? Did you?"

I didn't have to tell Shelly about her lady and aunt having sex together because she was there when they did it. Shelly knew everything as she moved and stood right next to Mila, her arm slipping around her lady's bare waist.

"It doesn't matter how I know, Mom. I just DO! What matters now is what you and I are going to do with Vic and his big beautiful cock," she said while getting undressed in a hurry. Suddenly, Shelly was naked too and leading her lady by the hand over to where I was standing. "I don't know about you, Mom, but I know for sure what I want to do with it."

"What . . . what is that, honey?" the lady made like she didn't know.

"How about the two of us sucking off his cock at the same time. Would you like that, Vic baby? Would you like having a Mom and her flower sucking you off together?"

I nodded my head in the positive. "Sure I'd like nothing better!"

"Yeah! I knew you would! What guy wouldn't love that?" To get things rolling, the flower started first. With her lady watching intently, Shelly knelt down in front of me and without hesitation took my cock fully into her mouth, licking and sucking like there was no tomorrow. Right next to me, an astounded Mila watched with envy as her flower performed oral magic on my cock and balls.

"My God! She's incredible. I had no idea my flower was such a proficient cocksucker!"

Taking the cue, I kissed Mila's face cheek and licked inside her ear. "Maybe she gets that talent from her expert lady? Remember? It was she whose sucking mouth and licking tongue had me very close to cumming a little while ago."

Mila turned her head to kiss my mouth, her tongue getting hold of my tongue before she spoke her mind. "Yeah! I WAS good, wasn't I? And now I suppose you want to see who's better, the lady or the flower? Rest assured, sweetheart! There's no contest!"

Before I could answer, Mila was back on her knees in front of me, reaching out to take my cock into her hand. "I didn't want to do this in front of my flower!" Mila said just prior to her lips coming around my cock and her tongue licking wildly all over the hard head. "I really didn't, but you've given me no other choice. Uhmmm, ohh, uhmmmm! God, your cock is nice! God, I love sucking on it! Uhmmm, ohh, uhmmmm! It's good! So very good!"

Next to a naked Mila, a just naked Shelly played with my balls while licking them all over. As her lady sucked on my cock, she reached out to move it in and out of Mila's mouth before taking it into her own mouth for a just as vigorous sucking. That's when I knew there was no discernible difference between the two suckers of my cock. Both lady and flower were equally proficient in blowing a guy to the pinnacle of his excitement.

There were two sets of lips on my cock when I let go. Shelly's lips were gliding along the shaft while Mila's lips and tongue were teasing the hard head. Therefore, the lady got the brunt of my load on her lips and tongue and some on her face. Unlike Mila, Shelly didn't get a direct hit, but she was quite able to lick up the residue her lady didn't get.

What happened after that is what separates the novice from the expert when it comes to sucking cock. The hot lady and flower never let up in proving who was the better of the two when it came to blowing a guy. Shelly and Mila sucked and they licked, taking turns or doing it at the same time to get me hard again. This pattern continued for some time until the inevitable happened: the two mouths met somewhere along my cock.

I expected Mila to back off, but she didn't. She tasted her flower's lips briefly. I even thought the feel of her lady's mouth on hers might spook Shelly. It didn't. Their lips stayed together much longer than I thought they would. In time, it was probably less than a minute. To the two kissers, it was long enough to be enjoyable. I knew that because they both sighed when they parted. That's when I knew it was time for some intervention.

"Kiss her again!" I told Shelly with some authority. She shook her head with an emphatic no. "Do you want me to ever fuck you again?" I asked and she shook her head yes. "Then, kiss Mila again!"

When Shelly put her arm around her lady's shoulder, Mila turned her head to face her flower. "I liked it too, baby!" she said to Shelly. "Please, honey! Let's do it again!"

This time, many minutes passed while Mila and Shelly kissed on the mouth. This time, there was a lot of tongue work by the lady and flower duo, but without my cock being involved. For the time being, my cock was not needed to make these two women happy. The taller blonde and the shorter brunette did that all by themselves until they realized they had to stop or else!

"We must stop, baby! We MUST!" Mila told her flower and Shelly agreed. Their brief romantic interlude had to end right then and there. "I've already committed adultery today. I can't be coaxed into doing ****** too!"

Sure you can, Mila. You've already done ****** with your sister Bari, or did you forget the sweet delicious cunt of your beautiful kid sister? With your flower's sweet delicious pussy, all you have to do is close your eyes and start licking the just as beautiful Shelly. It's that easy, Mila! Forget about all that ****** bullcuckolds brownie. Just think of it as two beautiful women wanting each other.

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If I took a poll right now, I'd bet the readers of this story would want the ******uous relationship of Mila and her flower going all the way to fruition. If it doesn't go that far, I suspect those same readers would ******* me. Like me, they want Mila and Shelly doing it too.

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Regrettably, Shelly agreed with her lady and not my readers and me. "You're right. Mom! I loved kissing your mouth, but it's just not right for a girl to feel sexually attracted to her lady. It's best we stop now before we do something we'll both regret later on."

Okay! If that's what you both want who am I to interfere with your wishes? I'm only the big cock both of you loved sucking on before you found each other's mouth to suck on. Now that you both know this lesbian business isn't for you, there's no reamister why you can't return to the big cock I'm holding in my hand for either of you.

The flower returned first by offering me her lady. "I said I wanted to see her doing it with a younger guy and I meant it. Go ahead, Vic! Let me see you fucking my lady! If you do it real nice, I'll let you fuck me too!"

"Sure! But why wait? I want you doing it with us now!" I said before explaining what I meant and Shelly quickly obliged by lying down on the floor with her meaty legs spread wide open. Once she was perfectly positioned, I asked Mila to lay right on top of her flower belly to belly. She did what I asked but not without a curious look.

"I've never done this before, but okay! I'll try it if it makes the two of you happy," Mila said with her pussy and tits in direct contact with her flower's pussy and tits. Their mouths were very close too as I got into position between Mila's parted legs and grasped a hold of her meaty hips.

"Pretty nice for an old cunt!" I told the lady while my hands shifted her body back and forth on top of Shelly's suddenly moving body. The reamister for the flower's body moving was two fold. Along with the feel of her lady's body rubbing on her clit, Shelly felt the shaft of my cock slipping in and out of her cunt hole.

It wasn't exactly what Shelly wanted, but she wasn't complaining. "You're . . . you're supposed to be fucking my lady, not me, Vic! You're not supposed to be doing me!"

She was right, but what I was doing was getting them right where I wanted. "Sure, baby! I know that!" I said while moving my cock from one cunt hole to another after I moved her lady's body back to me. Mila didn't complain either.

"Oh gosh, baby! I got you now and I love it!" she said with her moving body rubbing Shelly's moving body, making all three of us move as one, making two women so hot they did what they no longer wanted to do. "Ohh, I love your sweet tender mouth, my pretty!" the lady told her flower prior to another scorching kiss, the one that set the two of them ablaze again.

Just like that, while I fucked one of them and they fucked each other, they kissed as well, their tongues melting together in heated passion, a passion not normally reserved for a woman and her flower. This lady and flower, however, were not to be denied their passion. With me in control, Mila and Shelly would do precisely what they wanted, not for me but for themselves.

"Oh, Mom! I love kissing you too! Once we kissed like we did, we were doomed forever. You just can't go back once our lips have touched. It was that way with Judi and Darcy and Rosemary. Once we kissed, we all wanted more. It was probably that way with you and Aunt Bari too!"

"Yes, baby, yes! It was!" Mila said. "We both wanted the more and we both got it! That's what I want with you, baby! I want the same thing I had with Bari, only more of it!"

It was at that point I let the lady be the first to get her more. By kneeling up, I allowed Mila to do the same. Suddenly, she was kneeling between Shelly's opened legs, bending over with her face and mouth right where she wanted it. That, in turn, got my cock right back where I wanted it, inside the lady's pussy, fucking Mila while she ate Shelly who thrashed her head in sheer ecstasy.

Once the flower came to her own spellbinding orgasm, it was a role reversal of sorts. The two women switched their positions while I remained where I was, kneeling up with my hard cock at the ready. Shelly, of course, was as ready as I was.

"Oh God! I want both of you!" she told us both before lowering her face to the blonde bush waiting patiently for the pretty face of the cunt-licking brunette. Once that face was nestled nicely between her lady's legs, the young girl didn't hold back with what she wanted. Shelly did to Mila what she did to Judi and what she did with Darcy and Rosemary, licking and sucking and fingering like it was the last pussy on Earth. Mila, of course, wasn't objecting to whose mouth was between her legs.

"Ohh, Shel baby! Please don't stop, baby doll! Please don't stop!"

Shelly didn't stop sucking on her lady's pussy and I didn't stop either. I fucked the flower from behind just as I fucked her lady a few minutes earlier. The only difference was I came this time, dumping my load right into Shelly's ass for a change of pace she never even noticed being so involved with eating her lady's pussy.

That's okay. I knew I ass-fucked Shelly even if she didn't. I even knew what I had when I left the Menke house. I had a very tired dick as well as two one hundred dollar bills left on the kitchen table with a note from Mom:

'I can double whatever Bari gives you, Mila'

"Yes, yes! Oh, yes! That's what I want! I gotta fuck you!"

Like a crazy man, I lifted her up off the floor by her sweet ass. When I did, Michelle's solid legs wrapped tightly around me, her arms clung to my neck and she did the incredible.

An eighteen-year-old girl kissed an old man's mouth.

Her wet lips parted and her meaty tongue found my own eager tongue. She chewed on it while frantically rubbing her hot pussy on my hard cock. It amazed me how hot for fucking my grandflower was. The little girl kissed and rubbed like she really wanted it. What else could an old man do but give the girl what she wanted?

"It's time, baby! We're gonna do it!"

"I'm ready, Grandpa! Give it to me! Fuck little Michelle's hot pussy!"

"Yes, yes! Oh, yes! I'm gonna fuck you!"

When I said that, her arms let go of me and her upper body fell back onto the couch. She still had her muscular legs clinging to my body, but not for long. As she stared up at me with fucking lust in her eyes, her short legs came off of me and opened as wide as any legs could.

Whoa! Now that was a fucking sight! Not only was the young kid showing her Grandpa her sweet delicious pussy, she was moving it up and down and in and out for him.

Needless to say, my pants and drawers hit the Goddamn floor quicker than you can say hot pussy. They did so because that's exactly what I was looking at as the kid used her strong legs to propel her teasing bottom to and fro. Her hot pussy was ready and so was my cock

"You want it, baby?"

"Oh yeah, Grandpa! I want it a lot!

Her Grandma used to say that a lot too. Now she don't. She'd much rather do crossword puzzles than plead like her grandflower's pleading. That's okay. With this hot kid around, who needs Grandma?

As my hard cock nudged her wet opening, Michelle's smooth legs caressed my hips and she lifted herself off the couch to the waiting cock. "I feel it touching my lips, Grandpa!" she said, then felt even more. "Ohhhh, Grandpa! Grandpa! I'm feeling it all! You can fuck me now, Grandpa!" she told me, but truth be told, it wasn't her Grandpa doing the fucking.

Once she had my cock deep inside her, young Michelle showed me what moving really was. What she did before without my cock, was nothing compared to how she moved with the damn thing filling her hot hole. Whoa! Did that kid love to fuck!

"Oh, yeah, yeah! Give it to me, Grandpa! Fuck me! Fuck me!" little Michelle said while little Michelle moved. And trust me boys and girls, little Michelle could move that awesome body like no babe, big or small, young or old. Even her Grandma couldn't move her once-fine body like Michelle moved her now-fine body

Not only did her meaty hips swivel all over the place, her hot pussy and all its muscles did their own moving too. It held onto my cock and squeezed it while I held onto her moving hips. Oh, Lordy, was I getting a good fuck from the last permister on Earth I ever expected one.

I don't want to beat a dead horse, but this wasn't no grown woman with years of fucking experience. Michelle was a fucking kid, yet, she could fuck better than any woman I ever fucked. I suppose that's why I came within minutes after I got my cock inside her.

And the best part was, the little girl was coming too. "Oh, Grandpa! Grandpa! Hold me tight! I'm . . . I'm coming! I'm coming!" she cried out as I was letting go, filling her hole with my juice while holding onto her soft meaty ass.

"I will, baby! I will!" I told her with her ass cheeks trembling inside my hands and my cock feeling the tremor erupting inside her. She was coming all right, no doubt about that. This was no fake, the kind of act her Grandma often pulled. Tiny Michelle was the real deal in more ways than one.

Not long after, her legs fell off of me and she collapsed back onto the couch, her body shaking, her cunt quivering. An old man had fucked a young kid into a state of total exhaustion. Talk about wonders never ceasing? That's when I went for my camera.

She had her eyes closed and her legs wide open as I snapped away. My digital Nikon zoomed in on her opening and captured for posterity Michelle's come-soaked juicy pink lips.

Since my digital cameras didn't make a sound when I pressed the button, she wasn't aware I was getting frame after frame of her still-pulsating love hole. Michelle didn't know I had captured for forever, pictures I could use later on to relive our time together. Happily, it wasn't time for later on just yet. We were still living the present.

We had already crossed the line into forbidden territory. And since we were already there, there was no need to leave so soon. An old man and his grandflower had already committed one illicit act. Why not do another and another and another?

These were my thought as Michelle's eyes opened. The lusty look in her eyes told me she had the same thoughts the dirty old man she knew as her Grandpa. I've gone this far, her eyes said. There's no reamister why I can't take another step and another and another.

Michelle's next step was not a walking step, but a move of her body to a seated position right in front of me. This time, her eyes didn't do the talking. She did.

"Betcha never thought I'd be doing this with you?" she said as her tiny fingers grasped my cock and she started stroking it. I mumred some sort of unintelligible reply. There were no words to describe how good she was making me feel. What my grandflower did next rendered me incapable of any speech at all.

With the classic look up at me, Michelle's lips came around my cock and she started sucking on it. I could almost cry from the joy I was deriving from her licking tongue and sliding lips. This wasn't just any woman blowing me. It was tiny Michelle, the youngest young of my youngest flower who was sucking on my cock like it was the last cock on Earth.

No! I never thought she'd be doing this with me. How could I? No man ever imagines something so absolutely obscene and wonderful? A blowjob is usually a terrific thing. Getting one from my young beautiful grandflower far exceeded any blowjob I ever got from any woman. Yes, even Grandma!

"Uhmmmmmmm," the little girl moaned while her eyes looked up at me, and her twirling tongue titillated me. No, my friends! Nothing compared to what I was feeling right then. Christ! How could it? Not to belabor the point, but this was my grandflower who was licking on my cock. Jesus! A fantasy doesn't get any better than that. "Uhmmmmmmm, ohh, uhmmmmm" Michelle moaned while Michelle sucked and licked and teased, taking an old man to where he never thought possible. She had me wanting to come again.

I want to. Oh, Lord, did I want to come inside her sweet mouth. I had never done that with any woman, not once in my life had I ever experienced that joy. You know for sure Grandma wouldn't let me do it. She said Yuck when I suggested it. Michele didn't say yuck. She said no.

"I got a better idea, Grandpa!" she told me and I quickly agreed. I liked her kneeling on all fours in front of me. It gave then old man a real nice view of her beautifully shaped ass, not to mention all the goodies in between her two fine cheeks. "See! I told you you'd like me better this way," she said when she saw the smile on my face and the lusty look in my eyes.

What was not to like? "Oh yeah, babe!" I said as I took hold of her meaty hips and rubbed my cock between her two cheeks. "I like this a lot, baby! A real lot!

"I knew you would, Grandpa!" she said while looking back at me over her shoulder, her teasing eyes telling me her fine ass was mine if I wanted it. Not surprising, her mouth said the same thing too. "A cock has to be big and hard for this. Did I make your cock hard enough, Grandpa! Did I suck it hard enough to fuck me in my nice ass? Did I, Grandpa? Did I?"

Even if she hadn't sucked it a t all, just hearing her say that made it harder than it's ever been. I never fucked her Grandma in the ass either, but that didn't stop me from doing it to Michelle. There's a first time for everything and luckily for me, my time had come with the nicest ass I ever saw in my life.

"You did, baby doll!" I told her with my hard head poking her anal opening. "And now sweetheart, your Grandpa's gonna show you it wasn't all in vain. I'm gonna fuck you nice ass if you really want me to."

She smiled back at me. "Oh, I do, Grandpa! There's nothing I want more than your big hard cock inside my ass. Will you do that, Grandpa! Will you fuck my ass!"

I did. I don't know how an old man got up the courage to do something as obscene as fucking a woman in her ass, but I did. Oh, Lord, did I do it.

I did it because of whose ass it was, and not because the idea of doing it excited me an awful lot. It wasn't something that preoccupied my mind. I was perfectly content in fucking a woman's cunt until I found myself facing Michelle's fine ass. That's when I knew it was something I wanted, something I needed to do. Having her ask me to do it didn't hurt either. No guy could turn away from that, and this guy didn't.

"Ohh, Michelle, Michelle!" I moaned loudly once I had my cock all the way inside her ass. To my surprise, it wasn't as tight as I expected. In fact, her anal opening was quite loose and slippery, almost as loose as her pussy. What did that mean? I thought. Had she been fucked in the ass before, and if so, how many cocks had her young ass taken. I didn't know, nor did I care. All I cared about was the cock she was taking right then and how much she loved having it inside her ass.

"Mmm, yeah!" she cried out with her bottom moving in every direction, side to side and round and round. "I love a big hard cock in my ass. I could fuck this way all the time. If I come over every day, would you fuck my ass all the time, Grandpa?" she asked and I knew for sure mine wasn't the only cock her fine ass had taken. This kid had taken many before me. Yet, did I care? I'd be a damn fool if I did and I I'm no fool. I fucked Michelle's ass that day, even came again while doing it.

I'm a very lucky man. Most grandparents I know never get a visit of any kind from their grandyoungren. I not only get a weekly visit from one of mine, I get a blowjob and an ass fuck as well.

I'm also lucky in the fact I have in my possession hundreds and hundreds of pictures that totally illustrate the events of that first day and the many days thereafter.

Because of the consequence, I could never show these pictures to anyone, especially Michelle's very pretty lady. I could, however, look at them myself and relive every magical second of the times I spend with Tiny Michelle and my grandflower's incredibly nice body.

Then again, I wonder what would happen if my flower, Tracy, saw those pictures of her flower spending real quality time with her very contented grandman.

Would the forty-year-old honey overreact and get real pissed at her old man for popping her flower?

Or would the hot looking Tracy and her also fine body, do the exact opposite of what I'd expect her to do and pose naked for the camera too?

Hmm, an interesting question that can only be answered by leaving the pictures out where Tracy can find them on her very next visit.

Stay tuned. Tracy already called. She's coming by tomorrow to bring me some of her home baked cookies. She made a batch especially for me, but she also made some for her husband to take with him on one of his weeklong business trips.

In case you're wondering, Michelle's pictures are already placed in a strategic location where anyone can find the, even an inquisitive lady.

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Office Slave

You have been stuck in your office all day, you should be home now but you were told that someone had asked for you specifically and that they would be late coming in. So here you are sitting at your desk waiting.

Looking at your watch you know everyone else has gone home and would be relaxing, fixing themselves a take and putting their feet up, but no you are stuck here waiting for someone who doesn't seem to be coming.

You snap out of your daydream and look up.

Slightly startled you look at me.

"Oh...erm, sorry I was just." You stutter as you try to figure out how I could have been so silent.

"Yes, I know what you were doing," I say walking closer to the desk, you try to look at my face but I have cleverly hidden it with my hair falling over one eye and a gothic veil over the other, all you can see is the lower half of my face.

I sit down and you know I am looking intently at you as I place what looks like to be a rather large handbag beside my feet.

"So," you clear your throat, "what is it I can do for you?" I cross my legs and you see a glimpse of suspender belt as the slit on the side of my skirt opens slightly.

"Ahhhh, yes. What can you do for me?" You see a flash of a smile upon my purple lips as your eyes follow down my neck and come to a rest at my voluptuous breasts; you wonder who helped me into such an amazing corset that created such a wondrous hourglass figure.

"Well that's what you have to tell me," you smile warmly.

"No! That's what you have to tell me," I stand up and lean over your desk, "My darling."

You realise who is in your office and your cock instantly hardens as your mind flashes back to the steamy e-mails and instant messages, you see my eyes look down and you hear a devious laugh escape my lips.

"Oh dear, what have I done." I purr reaching over and grabbing your crotch, "excited already, and I haven't even started." I release my grip and walk around your desk, you want to fall to the floor and kneel before me but this is your work place. How could I do such a thing to you?

I reach for the arms of your chair and swivel you round to face me.

"What do you say to Mistress?" You're suddenly dumbstruck as you look into my face for but a moment and your head snaps down in respect.

"Sorry Mistress," you mumble.

"Good boy," I coo as I stroke up your arm, my hand moves over your neck, up to your cheek and SMACK! The slap doesn't hurt so much as take you by surprise.

"Kneel!" I move back a step giving you only enough room to kneel so closely to me you can feel my body heat. I crouch down in front of you and lift your head up, looking you in the eyes.

"Do you know what I'm going to do to you?" You shake your head, "whatever I want is the correct answer." I release your head and move your chair around to the front of you, sitting down I place my feet up on your desk.

"Close the blinds and make sure the door is closed." I watch as you go about your little tasks, leaning back in your chair you notice my hand move under the slit in my skirt. You can see it moving under the fabric, up and down, slowly, up and down.

"Mmmm," you hear me say and see me bite my bottom lip. I stop and turn my head to you.

"Have you finished?"

"Yes Mistress," you say.

"Back down in front of me!" I order and start to play with myself again; as you kneel in front of me I move one leg and place it on your shoulder, the other stays on your desk. You see my hand moving faster now and hear my breath quicken, you start to look away for fear of being slapped again.

"Keep watching my darling," I say as my hips start moving and you start to smell my pussy, oh it smells so warm and inviting. Faster and faster my hand moves and as my back arches you hear me call out.

I slump back into your chair and look at you, you can hear my fingers playing with my juices and I pull my hand out you see them glistening in the light. I sit forwards.

"Open wide," you obediently open your mouth and I place my fingers inside, stroking my pussy juice into your tongue. "How does that taste?" I say taking my fingers out of your mouth and placing them into my own.

"Wonderful Mistress," you say as you see my tongue swirl over my fingers.

"Strip!" I command, you stand up and start taking off your clothes placing them on the desk until you are totally naked before me. "That's better," I say as you instantly kneel in front of me again, naked and hard as a rock.

"If you are a good boy and do as your told I will reward you, but if your bad I will have to get something out of my bag to punish you. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress," you say.

Suddenly my hand reaches out and grabs your cock, I start stroking it slowly setting a rhythm, getting faster and faster until I see a drop of pre-cum at the head, I lean over and flick my tongue over it, your body shudders at the sensation.

"On the floor, face up," You lean back and take position looking straight up at the over head lights, you hear fabric being moved but don't dare look at me.

"You have been good so far, so a little treat." You see my panties as I place them over your mouth and nose, you can smell my pussy all over them as you feel my weight come down on your tummy.

I bring my face so close to yours and I start to inhale my own aroma.

"Mmmm, that does smell so good, doesn't it?"

"Yes Mistress," you manage a muffed answer from under my panties. I gently pull them up to reveal your mouth; I lean in and gently kiss you, then suddenly pull away sitting up over you.

You feel my hands run over your chest and down, you feel my nails dig in and scratch up to your nipples and back down. You feel me lean over again and light kisses moving over the scratch marks towards your nipples, my tongue moves swiftly over your left nipple then you feel pressure as I bite down, harder and harder until you whimper out in pain. I sit up.

"Now, now. No noise my darling," I lean back down and start kissing up the right side of your chest, reaching your nipple you feel the swirl of my tongue before the hard bite. I lean up over you and look into your eyes.

"I could fuck you right now, would you like that, Mistress fucking you on your office floor?" You don't have time to answer as I reach between my breasts and pull out a condom. I move swiftly opening it and placing it onto your hard cock.

"Watch!" I say, you look over and see me move my skirt over and slowly lower myself onto you.

"Mmmm, that feels good." I say as I start rocking on your cock. "Mistress likes to have her slave below her." I say moving faster and faster, your cock is hitting my g-spot as you feel my pussy tighten and I cum hard. I slow down and start moving my pussy right up your cock and then back down, up almost to the tip and down taking it all, up again and back down. I stop and look at you.

"I think I'll cum again," I say moving back up your cock and down, the movements getting faster and faster, your cock banging in and out of my pussy as your hips move with me, helping me to cum, my pussy tightens again and I bite my lip as I let the ripples of orgasm flood through my body.

I look down at you and smile.

"Now my darling," I move my panties from your face. "You gonna love this."

I get up and walk around to your head, I reposition my pussy over your mouth and kneel, you know what to do and start licking as my pussy, your tongue searching the entire slit front to back, you can smell everything; my pussy, my ass and it's intoxicating.

You feel my hips start rocking and pushing against your tongue, you feel a shudder and more of my juices flow onto your waiting face, you feel my hand creep down your body and grab hold of your cock, stroking it hard and fast. Quicker and quicker the strokes become as I grind my pussy into your face covering it with my juices, then suddenly I stop and move away. I stand up and move back over to your chair, sitting down in it.

"Get up and kneel before me!" You do as your told. "Worship my boots." You start kissing and licking my boots, holding my foot so gently in your hands, stroking the leather and caressing the heel.

"Move your kisses up," I say, you start kissing up the inside of my leg, reaching the knee you cup it and stroke it, you can smell my pussy again, you're so close.

You feel my other boot against your shoulder and I push you back down.

"My, you have been very good haven't you?" I purr leaning over you. "I may even let you fuck me right on your desk," I stand up and move over to your desk, perching upon it I open my skirt up again and beckon you to stand up and come closer to me.

"Rule one, I am your Mistress. Rule two, only I can tell you what to do. Rule three, you must ask permission to cum every time." I grab your cock and pull you to me, guiding it into my wet hole, I wrap my legs around your waist and you start pushing your cock all the way into my pussy and out again, you feel my hands claw your shoulders.

"What are the rules?" I say as you push your cock back into my pussy all the way to the hilt.

"Rule one, you are my Mistress," your movements start getting faster; banging your cock in and out of my pussy, "rule two, only you can tell me what to do." I stroke down your arms and pull them around me, pushing your hands onto my ass. You start pulling me on to your cock, faster and faster.

"Rule three, I must ask permission to cum every time." You're getting quicker as our movements start matching, you start breathing heavier.

"Again! Rules!" You feel my pussy start twitching again as you drive your cock into me.

"Rule one, you are my Mistress," you feel me bite down on your shoulder and pull you even closer, you fuck faster and faster, "rule two, oh god.... can I cum Mistress?" You thrust harder and harder, pulling my ass into you with every thrust.

"Yes," you hear me whisper as you thrust in hard and cum.

"Oh god!" You sigh and you empty yourself with couple more strokes.

You pull out and look down; I move swiftly and take off the condom. I take it over to my bag and open it; taking out a small plastic bag I wrap it up in some tissue and place it inside.

"You don't want anyone to find it do you?" I smile as I place it back into my bag.

"Get dressed!" You start replacing you clothes that now look a little wrinkled.

"Now you know the rules, this is just the beginning." I turn and walk out of the door.

You look down and notice my panties on the floor; you pick them up and push them deep into your pocket. They will come in useful later, you think to yourself with a smile.

I pull your head back and push it straight back into my chest giving you only a moment to catch your breath.

"Now when I ask you a question I want an answer," I pull your head back and you suck in a breath.

"Sorry Mistress," you say, you can still smell my perfume.

"Now what do you want?" You see me recline back onto the couch.

"I want to be freed." You say after a few moments, you glance over at me and see a wicked smile creep across my face. I reach over and swiftly take off the restraining chastity devise and toss it onto the coffee table.

"Better" I purr as my hand grips your cock and slowly starts stroking it. You close your eyes as the pleasure of having your cock free mixed with the feeling of my hand surges through your body, tingles rushing around every nerve ending, you think you're not going to last long. I stop.

You groan out in disappointment.

SLAP!

You only realise that I have slapped your face when you feel the red surging to your left cheek.

"What was that?" You look down.

"I groaned Mistress."

"If Mistress wants to stop, Mistress will stop," I move to the side of the couch and pick up my handbag of tricks. I move behind you and you feel your left wrist being freed from the handcuffs.

Using it like a leash I pull you by the right wrist, you stumble slightly as you realise I'm pulling you to the stairs; I drag you up to your room and push you onto the bed.

"Lie on your front and put your hands up." You lie down feeling uncomfortable as your hard cock pushes into the mattress. You feel me climb onto the bed and straddle your back, you see my hands come over and loop the handcuffs through the bars of the headboard; I pull your left wrist up and cuff it to the headboard.

You feel my hands run over your arms and down your back, suddenly my nails rake up your spine, you hiss out as I dig my nails into your shoulders.

"Now you have disappointed Mistress." You feel my weight move off of the bed, you face buried into your pillows, and you dare not look to see what I am doing. "Now you will be punished."

You hear the sound of fabric being moved around and then feel my hands run over your legs.

"Kneel up, my pet," you move your legs under you leaving your ass exposed to the air as you feel my hand run over it; you feel something cold and runny over your ass hole. You flinch.

"That's right my pet," I purr as you feel me moving up the bed between your legs.

You feel it hard against your virgin ass, the strap on is vibrating slightly and you feel it gently moving around the outside of your hole.

"Mmmm, yeah my pet. You're going to love this." You head me say as you feel me pushing the strap on into your ass, it feels so big and you fear you're being ripped open.

"Oh you like this don't you." You hear me say as I push the dildo in farther, inch by inch.

SLAP! You feel the sting on your ass.

"Don't you!"

"Yes Mistress," you call out biting down on your lip, the pain in your ass growing like a fire. You feel me pull out a little and then push back in farther than before; you feel my hips meet your ass and you know you have taken the whole length, you relax a little as I pull back. You can feel the strap on vibrating in your ass as I push back in to the hilt, it's buzzing on the right spot as you start enjoying the feeling and your cock feels harder.

"Oh you're a little cock slut, aren't you?" You feel a sharp slap on your ass again as I start fucking your hole harder, pulling back until it's almost all the way out and then slamming back into your ass. You hear me start moaning out and I fuck your ass faster, pulling out so far and slamming back in.

You feel me reach round, grab your cock and start stroking it. Each stroke matches my movements.

I'm pounding your ass now and wanking you, you feel it in the pit of your tummy and it moves down, you know you're going to cum soon as you push your head into the pillows more and mumble out.

"What my little fuck slave?" You turn your head on the pillow.

"Can I cum please Mistress?" you pant out but it's too late you start shooting your hat cum over my hand and the bed.

"Oh god!" You call out as I keep fucking your tight ass and waking your cock.

You feel my hand move to the side of your ass and grip it tight as I fuck your ass hard and fast, the vibrating of the strap on making your cock stay hard, you feel me speed up and moan out, pushing into you so hard you collapse onto the bed and puddle of cum.

You feel my body on top of you and my breath on the back of your neck, the strap on still in your ass.

"Lick my hand clean!" I push my hand into your face and you start licking at it, tasting your own cum.

You feel relief as I move up and pull the strap on out of your ass.

I quickly unlock the cuffs and move off of the bed.

"Go clean up," You get up off of the bed and take a swift look at the size of the strap on I'm wearing, it's a good 6 inches, you wonder to yourself just how you took it all.

You shuffle over to the door way, heading to the bathroom; you look over to me and see me smile.

"Oh and when you come back, clean the bed. Mistress will not relax in a dirty bed."

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Command and Control

I was jolted awake by the bump of the plane as the wheels hit the runway. My mind was foggy for just a few seconds, trying to remember where I was. Looking out the window of the plane provided no clue; it could have been almost any small city airport anywhere in the country. Then my mind kicked in enough for me to remember, "Oh yes, Kansas City."

I had begun my day with the clock radio going off at 4:30 in the morning in order to give me enough time to shower, shave, throw on some clothes, and make the short ride to the airport to catch my flight. I was off to yet another meeting, and I struggled to remember why it was being held in Kansas City. For the life of me I couldn't think of a reamister, other than it's pretty much smack dab in the middle of the country and a not unreamisterable location for the participants arriving from the west coast, the south, and like me, from the east.

The meeting was of an advisory board of a research project on which I served. There were too many of these over the course of the year, but one of my (many) weaknesses in life is an inability to say "no" to friends when they ask for a favor. Having been a professor for approximately two decades, I had developed enough of a reputation across the country that my services, knowledge, and advice were often enough sought out for events like this, as well as to share that knowledge at conferences and other venues. I tried to keep my ego in check, and not come across as one of those obnoxious professors whose head was somewhat larger than the basketball arena at my campus. I think I usually succeeded, though on an occasion or two I would find myself slipping into prima donna mode.

When Robert Roberts (yes, that was his real name -- I often thought what kind of parents would do that to their kid?) asked me to serve on this advisory board, I agreed, figuring it would not be so onerous, one meeting a year for the three year life of the project along with an occasional conference call, reading of progress reports, and the like. Robert -- jokingly called "Bobby Bob" by his friends -- had often responded to my calls for assistance, so I felt like I owed him this one. But now sitting on an airplane taxiing to the gate at 9:30 in the morning, I of course regretted my acquiescence. But having known Bobby since graduate school, where we were in the same cohort, I knew I'd do exactly the same thing the next time he called.

As the chime went on and the seat belt light went off, I rose with a sigh, grabbed my backpack from the floor, suitcase from the overhead compartment (which true to the warning of the flight attendant, had slid about three rows ahead upon landing), and trudged off of the plane. I made my way to ground transportation and grabbed a cab, telling the driver, "Hyatt Regency downtown, please." The driver nodded his assent, and without another word between the two of us, drove me to the hotel.

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The first day of the advisory board meeting concluded right on time at 5:30p, just about as my attention span was at its nadir. The ten of us -- made up of Bobby, three of the researchers on his project team, and the six advisory board members -- climbed into three taxis and headed to the trendy French bistro for dinner. Well, "trendy," I guess, by Kansas City standards. This was a typical part of these sojourns. Most projects could never pay the advisory board members enough of an honorarium for the amount of time and inconvenience to which we were subjected, so they tried to make up for it by treating us as nicely as possible when we met.

I had braced myself to be taken to a steakhouse, befitting of the city's reputation as the land of the cow, so was pleasantly surprised by the restaurant choice. The food was actually quite good, I'm sure among the best meals you could get in Kansas City that did not revolve around a hunk of meat approximately a pound and a half or so in weight.

I was seated at dinner next to Noreen Taylor, a colleague who had known for some number of years. We were not friends, by any means, but knew each other well enough to be on a first-name basis, largely from seeing each other at professional events around the country. She was about my age, having also started her career two decades ago. We made pleasant chitchat during dinner, getting caught up on professional gossip, who was changing jobs, who was getting promoted, who had been embroiled in some scandal (relaxing with a student, cheating on expense vouchers, and the like) at their universities. The conversation was pleasant enough, though toward the end of the dinner the fatigue really began to hit, no doubt abetted by the three glasses of Bordeaux that had accompanied my French meal.

Noreen and I were in the same taxi going back to the Hyatt, and as we entered the lobby, she asked if I would like to join her for a take in the hotel's bar. I tried to beg off, explaining the early start to my journey that morning, but she was insistent.

"Listen, Bob -- I really want to talk to you about something," she said. "I need some advice, and I know you can help me."

Even though I was tired, and wanted nothing more than to return to my room, get my clothes off, and get into bed to read a bit of my book before I went to relax, I reluctantly agreed. I followed her into the bar of the Hyatt, where we sat at a table in the corner.

We each ordered a glass of wine, she switching to a white and I sticking with the Bordeaux on which I had started at the restaurant. Noreen began outlining her situation to me, involving a difficult graduate student with whom she was working. I listened, and asked a few questions, to which she filled in more information.

After the glasses of wine arrived, Noreen took a sip of hers and said, "Would you do me a favor, Bob, and go up to the bar and ask them if they have any pretzels or nuts or anything. I like to have a little nibble with my wine." I was well sated from the rich French food, and had no desire for anything else to eat, but said to her, "Sure."

I went up to the bar and asked the bartender for some snacks, and he returned in a minute or two with a bowl of some kind of Chex mix. I carried it back to the table, and Noreen smiled as I sat it down and said, "Thanks, Bob."

We continued our conversation, and I gave Noreen advice on how to handle the student. She seemed genuinely appreciative, and after finishing our glasses of wine, she signaled the waitress for the bill. When it came, I went to reach for it, but Noreen grabbed it before I could, saying, "Please Bob, let me -- I really appreciate your advice, so the least I can do is buy you a glass of wine."

"Thanks, Noreen," I replied, and we both rose and headed for the elevators. But as I stood up, I felt incredibly dizzy, and immediately plopped myself down in the seat again.

Noreen turned back, seeing me sitting there, and said with a note of concern in her voice, "Are you okay?"

I laughed it off. "Yeah, I think it's just the fatigue from being up so early, along with all the wine. I'm sure I'll be fine." I rose more slowly this time, and as I did, Noreen gently placed her hand on my arm to ease me. I still was dizzy, but felt like I could walk without falling flat on my face if I took it slowly. As we walked out of the bar, Noreen continue to hold onto my arm. "Thanks," I said to her quietly.

We got into the elevator, and she asked what floor I was on. "Five," I replied, and she said she was on the same. As we arrived on the fifth floor, I felt a bit dizzier, and hesitated as we got off the elevator. She turned to me with a look of concern on her face. "You going to make it?"

"I'm not sure, but let me just get to my room and I'm sure once I lie down I'll be okay," I said. We continued to walk with her holding my arm and me now leaning on her just a bit more, as the walls of the hotel corridor seemed to be moving in and out on me. We arrived at my door, and while I was able to get the keycard out of my pocket, I was so woozy that I couldn't get it in the slot. Still holding on to me, Noreen took it out of my hand with her other, and slipped it in and out of the door.

She reached past me, turned the handle to open the door, and guided me into the room. I held on to the wall with my free hand, and managed to make it to the bed, where I fell backward on to it. As the room continued to spin, I felt somebody at my feet, and realized it was Noreen taking my shoes off. She must have then walked to the top of the bed, because I heard her voice very near to my head. "Bob, look at me," she said. I opened my eyes, and saw that her face was just a few inches from mine, and she was saying, "Keep looking at me Bob."

I did my best to focus on her face, but everything was still spinning. She was talking to me, but I couldn't understand the words. And the next thing I knew, everything went black.

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I opened my eyes very slowly, afraid that everything would still be spinning. But as they came fully open, I saw that everything seemed to be in its place, no longer moving like I was on the Tilt-a-Whirl at the county fair. I sat up in bed, and looked down and saw that I was lying on top of the covers, all my clothes on but my shoes removed. I looked over at the window, and could see light peeking through the crack of the blinds, and I realized it must have been morning. I turned the other way, and the clock told me it was 7:00AM.

I shook the cobwebs out of my head, trying to remember what occurred last night. After a few moments I recalled what had happened, the take and conversation with Noreen, the dizziness, her walking me back to my room. But nothing else.

I swung my feet to the side of the bed, placing them on the ground, and gingerly stood up. Everything seemed to be working, and with the exception of a slight headache, I didn't seem to have any lingering effects of the last evening's malady. I stripped off my clothes, took a couple of Tylenol, and jumped into the shower. The shower and a shave made me feel much better and more human, and the Tylenol seemed to have kicked in by the time I walked out of the bathroom.

I got dressed in the casual clothes that the meeting allowed, and went downstairs to join the others for the meeting. I knew there was going to be coffee and some pastries and fruit set out at the beginning, so there was no need to grab breakfast beforehand.

As I entered the meeting room, the first permister I saw was Noreen. She immediately came over to me, and I noticed a look of concern on her face.

"Are you okay, Bob? You really seemed out of it last night -- I was worried about you," she said.

"Yeah, I think so Noreen," I replied. "I really don't remember much about what happened, but when I got up this morning everything seems to be working okay." I smiled at her in confirmation.

"Good, glad to hear it," she smiled back at me. We sat down next to each other, and made small talk while we ate our breakfasts.

The meeting started shortly after, and I managed to stay focused. I kept waiting for the room to start spinning, or something like that to happen, but I seemed none the worse for the wear of whatever it was that happened to me the night before.

The meeting wrapped up around 5:00, and a few people who were heading to the west coast and could catch flights left. The rest of us who could not get flights out until tomorrow morning walked through the lobby to the hotel restaurant for dinner.

The meal in the hotel was not nearly as good as the last night's, but that was okay since we had been treated so nicely the prior night. I was cautious with what I drank, limiting myself to a single glass of wine, just in case I had any lingering effects of whatever happened to me the last night. After dessert, I said good night to the others and headed for the elevator. Noreen caught up to me, saying, "I'll ride up with you."

The doors opened up, and we got in, Noreen reaching to push the button. As she reached past me to push the button, I got a very subtle whiff of her perfume. It smelled like lavender. I reached to push the button for my floor, but she said, "We're on the same floor, remember?"

I didn't remember that from last night at all. "No, guess I forgot," I chuckled. The elevator ascended, and we got out on the fifth floor. We started walking down the hall together, and as I approached my room, I said, "Well, good night, Noreen, great to get caught up with you." We had already discussed that I had a much earlier flight than she did in the morning, so I knew I wouldn't see her.

She replied, "Before you go, Bob, I have a paper I'd like to give to you to take a look at. It's by one of my grad students, and I think you could give her some good feedback on it as I believe it's right up your alley. No rush -- if you can get to it in the next month or so, I know she'd really appreciate your comments."

"Sure," I replied.

"Great -- it's right down here in my room, c'mon down and I'll give it to you." She began walking further down the hall and I followed. She stopped in front of a door, took her keycard from her purse, and opened it. "C'mon in, it'll just take a second to find it in my briefcase."

I followed her into the room, and stood waiting while she rifled through her briefcase. She pulled a paper out a few seconds later and handed it to me. "Sit down for a minute, and just read the abstract to make sure it is an area of research you're familiar with."

She lifted her coat off of the chair, and I sat down. She stood next to me and turned on the floor lamp, and as she did, I again recognized the scent of lavender on her. I flipped over the cover page, which contained the paper title and the student's name, and began reading the page-long abstract. As I did so, I was conscious of Noreen standing in front of me, very close, watching me as I read.

I finished the abstract, and looked up to tell her it was on a topic on which I was currently working. Just as I opened my mouth to speak, she looked down at me and said, "Noreen Taylor."

I blinked for a second, not understanding why she was saying her own name to me. I began to question her, but I couldn't seem to find the right words. I just stood there, looking up at her. She leaned down toward me so that her face was only a few inches or so from mine, and she reached out and put a finger under my chin. Staring into my eyes, she again repeated her name: "Noreen Taylor."

Now I just stared at her, unable to question what she was doing. She continued staring back at me, and after a few seconds, she said, "Stand up, Bob," as she leaned back and moved aside. I stood up in front of the chair, next to her. She reached out and took the paper from my hand, and placed it down on the bed next to her. "Stand over there," she said, pointing to a spot a few feet away.

Again, I wanted to ask her what was going on, but my brain simply wouldn't form the words. As if driven by some subconscious power, I did as she told, and stood in the spot. She took my position in the chair I had been sitting in, kicking off her shoes, but before she sat down, she took the hem of her dress, and hiked it up. She wore no pantyhose, so that when she sat down I could see all of her bare legs up to her light purple panties, which were clearly visible between her spread legs. After I glanced at her crotch, I looked up into her eyes, and saw that she was staring right at me.

"Get down on your knees and crawl over here."

I hesitated for just a split second, but again bidden by some unseen power, I did as she told. I got down on my knees, and knee-walked my way the few feet over to her until I was just a foot in front of her, kneeling between her spread legs. She continued staring into my eyes, and much as I wanted to look at her crotch again, I couldn't take my eyes from hers.

"Start licking," she said, as she pointed down toward her panties.

By this point, I had no hesitation left in me at all, and I knew exactly what she meant by her command. I put my arms on the arms of the chair, on either side of her legs, and leaned forward. The scent of her arousal flooded my nostrils as I got close. As I did so, she lifted her ass off the chair just slightly, enough to be able to hike up her dress even further, giving me ready access to her underwear-laden crotch. I lightly touched my tongue to her panties, and as I did, I realized they were already wet, confirming what my sense of smell had just told me.

I began licking more, as she settled back in the chair, pushing her crotch further toward my face. The combination of her arousal and my saliva began to sodden her panties, until the purple became darker and almost transparent they were so wet. I continued stroking with my tongue, up and down, first concentrating on the middle, but then moving out to the sides a bit, toward the lace edging around the leg holes. I could feel through the panties that she had a good bit of hair there, she was clearly not one of those women who trimmed or shaved her pubic hair.

I was only partially conscious of what was happening. I knew I was there in this hotel room, licking someone whom only a few minutes ago I had been in a professional meeting with. I had a sense in the back of my mind that I was doing something wrong. I was single, so it was not as if I was cheating on someone, but it was the lack of control and consent that was gnawing at me. But I was powerless to do anything but to continue to lick at her increasingly wet panties.

After no more than a minute or two of this, I felt her hands on either side of my head, pulling it back from her pussy. "Sit back," she commanded. I rocked back on my knees as she lifted her ass off the chair again, and pushed her panties down her legs. She lifted each foot, one at a time, and removed the panties from each. As she sat back down, I saw that my initial impression was correct -- she had very full and bushy hair, which was now glistening with her juices that had been flowing onto her panties as well. She put a finger under my chin, lifting my head back up to look into her eyes. "Get back to work," she said, without a trace of a smile on her face.

For just a split second, the correct synapses seemed to fire in my brain, telling me to stop what I was doing and get out of there. But just as quickly as they started, they failed, eliminating any opportunity I had to remove myself from the incredible situation in which I had found myself.

I leaned forward again, and continued what I had started before, now facing her sex unburdened by panties. As I did so, she flipped her loose dress over my head, enveloping me in near darkness. This had the effect of magnifying and concentrating the scent of her arousal, and it was so strong it almost made me gag. I hesitated, but she grabbed the back of my head with one hand and pulled it toward her. I heard a "Get to it," muffled by her dress around my head.

I was now able to touch my tongue to her outer labia, and as I ran it up and down each one, I felt them open up, like the petals of a flower. Each seemed to grow as it became even more engorged with red. As they grew and opened up, they revealed the smaller, more delicate inner labia, on which I quickly focused my attention. After tonguing each, I gently pulled on each one with my own lips, and I felt them swell under my ministrations. As I did this, I could feel her juices begin flowing even more generously.

I began to hear some gentle moans emanating from Noreen's lips, obviously loud enough that I could hear them through the muffle of her dress over my head. All my senses now confirmed for me the state of arousal in she found herself. I leaned forward again, and began to push my tongue into her sex itself. It felt for a second almost like my tongue found itself in a glass of a thick, viscous liquid, as her juices continued to pool. I felt them dripping onto my lips and down my chin as I sought to push my tongue even deeper into her sex and move it around. As I did this, she moaned even more loudly. I stroked my tongue up and down, from the bottom of her sex, touching on the perineum, up to the hood of her clitoris. I couldn't see what I was doing in the darkness, but my tongue need no guide other than its sensory capabilities. As I once brushed against her button with my tongue, she reached under her dress and grabbed on to my hair and yanked my head back from under the dress, saying through clenched teeth, "Not yet." The sharp pain rattled around my head, and it was all I could do to stifle a yelp.

She removed her hand from my hair, and pushed on my forehead, sending me back on my haunches once again. I was temporarily blinded by the light of her hotel room as I came out from under her dress. I sat back, taking a deep breath, still smelling her scent all over my chin, nose, and lips. I could see that her juices had been flowing so fully that they had created a quite prominent wet spot on the chair beneath her.

She got up from the chair, right in front of me, and I thought perhaps my ordeal was over. Deep in my brain I knew what was happening was wrong -- my sense of offense at being somehow powerd to service her this way, without consenting to what I was doing, was quite strong. I willed myself to rise from my knees, but I was unable.

Noreen must have sensed the turmoil coursing through my brain, because she looked down at me, smiling. "Don't bother Bob -- you can't control yourself, you have no choice but to do as I tell you."

I tried to formulate a question in response, to ask her why, what was going on, what was happening to me -- but the words could not travel from my brain to be formed by my lips. I stuttered a few odd sounds, trying to form sentences, but nothing intelligible came out. Noreen laughed now. "Bet you never felt so inarticulate before, have you professor?"

I was unable to reply, but simply watched as she now mounted the chair on her knees, and settled her chest over the back of the upholstered and padded chair. I was presented with her rear, covered by her dress, directly in front of me. She made herself comfortable on the chair, and took one hand and yanked the dress up over her rear, exposing the silky whiteness of it to me. She spread her legs, which had the effect of exposing her quite hairy and engorged outer labia to me. She then looked back over her shoulder, stared in my eyes for a few seconds, and said, "Continue what you started before, Bob."

Unable to stop myself, I leaned forward, and began running my lips over her labia, now from the rear instead of the front. They were quite wet from this position also, and I had to bend down quite a bit to find an angle of attack that would give my tongue good access to them. I licked one, and then the other, and after a couple of minutes of this, I felt her shift her knees even further apart. This now provided an opening for my tongue to reach her sex, and with a bit of repositioning, I was able to get it in there. The only way to do this was to be almost below her, pushing my tongue upwards. As I did so, her juices flowed all over my face, so abundant that they ran down my chin and on to my shirt.

After a few more minutes, I heard her say, "Now -- tongue my clit." It wasn't easy, but with a bit more shifting downward and forward, I was able to get my tongue on to her clitoris. I rolled it around, pushing the hood backward, and as I did so I heard her moan even further. I continued my efforts, and felt her body start to heave above me. As I continued this for another minute or so, I heard faster and louder noises coming from her. "Ahhh. . . . .arrggghh. . . .that's right, that's it. . . .ooooohhhhh" and her body then shook, as if wracked by some external power.

Even if I had wanted to, I would not have been able to maintain contact between my tongue and her clitoris as her body quaked. I pushed back on my haunches, her juices still dripping down my face, and simply watched as her movements finally slowed down, and she breathed heavily over the back of the chair. I saw her juices streaked down the inside of her thighs, again creating two small wet spots by the inside of her knees on the chair.

After about a minute, she turned around, and plopped herself heavily into the chair facing me. She was still trying to get her breathing under control, and finally, was able to enough to say with a wry smile on her face, "Well done, Bob. You follow directions quite excellently."

I heard her words, and my brain told me that I should be responding in some way, but I couldn't find the words. I simply sat there with what I assume was a stupid look on my face.

"That's okay, professor, I know you really can't talk in your current state. Let me help you out." She leaned forward, so that our faces were on the same level and hers was only a few inches from mine. She put out her hand, and placed a finger under my chin, and for the third time, said, "Noreen Taylor."

Hearing those words, my mind reacted as if it had received a shot of adrenaline after being in a dream for some period. I blinked a few times, and for what seemed like the first time in a while, I could feel the red flowing through my veins again. I continued to kneel there for a few seconds wondering where I was and what was going on. But very quickly the memory of what had transpired over the last 30 minutes or so came back to me, and my entire body shook sorry. I stood up, and looked down at her, seeing her face flush, her dress askew, and her bare legs exposed to me from mid-calf down to her feet. As I glanced up at her face, she was smiling at me.

"I bet you're wondering what happened, aren't you, professor?" she asked.

I was now conscious enough to be able to respond. I knew something was definitely wrong, but still couldn't quite comprehend what it was. "What the hell's going on here, Noreen?"

She just laughed, as she got up from the chair and walked past me to the bathroom. I turned and watched, as I could see her through the doorway running a washcloth under the tap and then using it to wipe down her face. She came out again, holding the washcloth, and as she came within a few feet of me, she tossed it to me. "Here, you may want this," she said, still with the same sly grin on her face.

I started to throw it back at her, but I felt the stickiness on my own face, and I quickly wiped it off with the cloth, and dropped it on the bed. "I asked you a question -- what just happened here?" I repeated, more angrily this time.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, avoiding sitting on the washcloth I had just tossed there. She looked at me intently. "Do you remember what happened when I applied for that job at Virginia, Bob?"

Still angry, I began to respond. "What the hell are you talking about, Noreen? I don't know. . . ." but then I stopped myself. Because then I remembered exactly what she was talking about.

About five years ago, Noreen had applied for a job at the U. of Virginia, a position that would have been quite a prestigious plum for her. It was an endowed chair, and a step up from the position she held at the time - the position she was still in today - in a program that most would charitably describe as "second rate." Noreen had been one of the three candidates interviewed, and she had evidently made quite a good impression on the search committee.

"So you do remember, don't you Bob?" Noreen's voice woke me from my memories. She must have seen the pensive look on my face as I recalled what had occurred.

Thinking quickly, I tried to play dumb. "Well, I remember hearing that you had interviewed for the chair there, yes," I said cautiously.

"But that's not all you remember, is it?'

A bit flustered, I stammered, "Well, I don't remember all the details, Noreen."

"Think hard, Bob," she replied, "and I'm sure it will come back to you. You don't recall the conversation you had with your buddy Dave Edwards?"

Dave Edwards was the chair of the search committee, and like Robert Roberts, a good friend of mine from graduate school. I received a call from him after the three candidates had had their campus visits. He told me they were leaning toward offering the job to Noreen, and asked me what I thought, because he knew that I was familiar with her work.

As Noreen now stared at me, I recalled the conversation Dave and I had. I couldn't remember all the details of what I told him, but the gist of it was that I had bad-mouthed Noreen as not having the talent, or more precisely, "the balls," to deserve an endowed chair. While she did some good work, I told him, she really wasn't deserving of the chair and they ought to offer it to one of the two men who had interviewed for the job. I knew that for whatever reamister, they did end up offering the job to one of the men, who accepted the offer and still held the chair to this day.

But the thing I couldn't figure out is how Noreen could have found out what I had said to Dave. I knew he would never betray my confidence, so how the hell did she know about the conversation?

Once again, Noreen's voice interrupted my thoughts. "You know, Bob, you should have learned not to have such a big mouth. It was one thing to trash me to Dave, but the really, really stupid thing you did was to brag about it to others. You just had to show them what a big shot you were by telling them that your word was enough to throw the job to someone else, didn't you?"

And then I remembered. I was at a conference about six months after Virginia had made their hire, sitting at the bar gossiping with a few colleagues. I had had a few takes, and had bragged about how I had managed to throw the Virginia chair to the guy who had ultimately received the offer. I didn't know them well, and evidently, one of them must have retold the story, and it had somehow gotten back to Noreen.

"Look, Noreen, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, but Dave asked my honest. . . "

"Shut up, Bob," Noreen quickly cut me off. "I don't want to hear your pitiful excuses. The bottom line is you convinced them to yank away what would have otherwise been mine, and I've been pissed about it ever since."

I started to talk again, but before I could say anything she put her hand up to stop me. "Don't say anything until I tell you to, Bob. Just listen."

I simply nodded my assent.

"Now you're probably wondering what happened to you tonight. You remember last night how you were feeling ill when you came back to your room?" I nodded. "Well, I had slipped a 'mickey' in your wine, as they say in the movies, when you got up to get me that Chex mix." And at this she chuckled a bit, then continued. "When you got up to your room, you don't remember it, but before you ****** I magictized you, Bob."

At this I was incredulous. "I don't believe you, Noreen -- I've never been magictized in my life and I don't believe you could do that," I spurted back at her.

"No, Bob -- you don't think so?" she replied. "Then what do you think happened in here tonight?"

I just stared at her, not sure how to reply. "I don't know," I said in a soft voice.

"Then I'll tell you. I magictized you, Bob, and I made you susceptible to what I'll call 'suggestions' from anyone who knows the code words to put you under."

I was still incredulous, not believing she could do that to me, and that I could respond to it. But I could not come up with any other explanation for what had happened to me in her hotel room tonight. I was still foggy on the details of what had happened, but I had enough vague memories -- almost as if recalling a dream after waking up the next morning -- and the physical evidence all over my face, to fill in the blanks for me.

"That's right, professor. Anyone who knows the code words to put you under will be able to get you to do things you wouldn't otherwise do."

"Wait a minute, Noreen," I replied to her. "I don't know a lot about magicsis, but I know that people can't be made to do things against their will."

"You're partially right, Bob. People can't be induced to do something under magicsis that they feel would put them at some risk of life or limb, or to hurt others. But they can be powerd to do something that they don't consider harmful, that in other circumstances they would be willing to do."

I thought about this for a moment, as Noreen laughed and continued. "And obviously you don't consider it harmful to be used for oral servitude by a woman, now do you Bob?"

At this I blushed profusely, and tried to stammer a reply. "Now look, Noreen. . ."

She cut me off. "Don't bother, Bob. I've done it, and I'm the only one who can reverse it. Anyone who knows the code can humiliate you anyway they want, as long as you don't feel you'll be permanently harmed by the action. And believe you me, I'm going to make sure that this power gets used judiciously."

I eyed her suspiciously, not sure exactly what she meant by this. I tried going on the offensive. "I could go to the police with this you know, Noreen."

"And tell them what, Bob? You don't have any proof and you'd probably sound like a blathering idiot if you try to tell them that story. What are you going to do, show them my dried cum on your chin?" With this she gave a hearty laugh. "No, Bob, you don't have much recourse here."

"Then what is it you want from me, Noreen?"

"What do you think I want, Bob? You can't get me that chair, it should have been mine, but it's too late for that. And I've waited this long for the opportunity that presented itself to me at this meeting. So I've already gotten what I want from you, Bob. Revenge, plain and simple. I've exacted my revenge, and I'll be able to continue to do that for some time into the future."

I stepped forward, angrily approaching her. "Then I'll just avoid you, Noreen -- I can arrange things so I never have to look at your damn face again," I shouted at her.

"Keep your voice down, Bob," she said calmly. "We wouldn't want to bother people in the adjoining rooms now, would we?"

I stepped back again to where I had stood.

"Remember, Bob, it's not just me you have to watch out for. It's anybody who knows the code words."

"And what are those?" I asked.

She chuckled again. "Oh no, Bob, that would be too easy now, wouldn't it? I'm getting tired, my little oral slave, so now do me a big favor and run along, would you? I really need to get cleaned up a bit more before bed." She flashed me a big smile, and stood from where she had been sitting on the bed. She put a hand on my shoulder, turning me around toward the door and then gave my back a little shove.

I was flabbergasted at what had just transpired, but didn't know what else to do. She clearly had me, and she was right that I had little recourse. I walked toward the door, and as I opened it, I glanced back at her. She gave me a little wave and another smile as I walked through it and closed it behind me.

It had been about ten days since I had attended the meeting in Kansas City and had my run-in with Noreen Taylor. At first after I returned home I was obsessed with how she had magictized me. I went on the Internet and read everything I could about magicsis, not knowing anything about it. There was little there to help me, especially about how one could break a magictic spell if you didn't know the code words.

At first, I awoke every day worried that I'd somehow be put into a spell by someone inadvertently saying the code words. But after a week, I realized that this was very unlikely, as she would not have used a common enough phrase to cause that to happen. I also read everything I could about Noreen and her career, to try to understand more about why she had done this. I understood she was royally pissed about my screwing up her chance at the endowed chair at the University of Virginia, as that seemed to be the brass ring that she had missed out on and had not had a similar opportunity since.

I was careful not to do this surfing at the office, as I knew that the IT department sometimes did spot checks of the websites employees visited, to ensure that nobody was using state equipment for untoward purposes. So I worked a lot at home, using my computer there, and avoided the office other than when I need to be there for class or meetings. While none of the websites were ones that would get me in trouble, I didn't want to take the chance of raising any suspicions.

I was walking down the hall one of the few mornings I was in the office, when I was stopped by one of my colleagues with a shout of "Hey, Bob" from his office. I stopped, backtracked a few feet, and poked my head in.

"Hi, Jerry, what's up?" I asked, standing in his doorway.

"Will you do me a favor," he replied, getting up from behind his desk and handing me a stack of papers clipped together. "This is a CV and paper from one of the applicants in the search."

I took the papers from his hand and glanced at them. We had a search open for a new assistant professor in the department, and while I was not on the search committee, my colleagues who were would often run the applications by me. As I started to read down the CV, Jerry said, "He's a student of Noreen Taylor's."

At hearing her name, my mind sputtered for a second, almost like an engine misfiring a cylinder. A tingling sensation went up and down my body, and I had to concentrate to hold on to the papers and not drop them.

"What," I said, not knowing what else to say, and trying to get my concentration back.

"Yeah," Jerry replied, "he's finishing up this year, and I think he has a pretty good CV, but I wanted to get your reading on it."

I listened to Jerry's words, and fought hard to regain my mental acuity. After a few moments, I seemed to be getting a grip on what was happening, though was still a bit unsure of myself, and the tingling sensation left my body.

"Oh, okay," I said, not knowing what else to do at that stage. "I'll take a look and let you know what I think." I turned and started walking back to my office, before Jerry tried to engage me in any further conversation and possibly expose my momentary lack of mental sharpness.

"Thanks," I heard Jerry yell from his office as I was already five feet or so down the hallway.

I continued down the hall and into my office, closing the door behind me. "What the fuck just happened?" I thought to myself, as I placed the papers down on my desk. I knew that hearing Noreen's name must have triggered something in me, or was it an incredible coincidence that that feeling had hit at exactly the precise moment Jerry had said her name. I chalked it up to just a reaction to hearing her name and subconsciously flashing back to what had happened in that hotel room in Kansas City.

I picked up the papers again, and tried to read through them, but couldn't concentrate on the words that were written there. I threw them down in disgust, and picked up some student papers to grade, but had the same problem at first. I put them back, and went to my computer and started surfing the web aimlessly. After about an hour of that, I finally gave up, and seeing that it was already 4:00pm, I grabbed my backpack and headed home.

I made myself some dinner, watched a baseball game on TV, and went to bed. At first, I tossed and turned, trying to figure out what had happened to me, but I still didn't understand it. After a while, I finally fell arelax, but slept very fitfully.

The next morning I woke up, showered and shaved, and felt much better. I was still bothered by what transpired the day before, but I headed into the office and tried to shake it off. When I got there, I picked up the pack of papers Jerry gave me the day before, and started reading them. I was somewhat pleasantly surprised that I could now concentrate, and I finished reading the CV and article, and fired off an email to Jerry with my impressions. After hitting the "send" button, I sat back in my chair with a satisfied smile, and thought to myself, "Glad that's behind me."

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On the way home from work later that day, I stopped at a supermarket to pick up some food. I don't like food shopping, so generally try to do it just once a week. Being divorced with no kids, shopping wasn't a complicated task, but I just felt like it was a waste of time. If I lived in a city that had one of those shopping delivery services, I would most certainly have utilized it and shopped on-line. But being in a relatively small college town, that wasn't available.

I had been divorced for about ten years, and never remarried. I had had a succession of girlfriends – or "lovers," if that was the more politically-correct term – in the ensuring decade, but never one that I was very serious about. I was somewhat jaded by the end of the marriage – there had been a number of fights between my ex-wife and me at the end, with her accusing me on multiple of occasions of being a "sexist pig" and my throwing out the word "bitch" at her. Suffice it to say that neither of us was sad to be done with the other by the time we signed our divorce papers.

The shopping took much longer than usual because I was at a market that I was not familiar with. I usually shopped at one that was closer to my home but a few miles in the other direction from campus. This one was on my route home, though, so I decided to stop in.

As I finished my shopping, I scanned the checkout lines. Unlike most people who would automatically search for the one with the shortest line, I instead looked at the clerks behind the cash registers. I was keeping an eye out for a cute one, preferably one dressed in a tight or low-cut – or even better, both – blouse that would provide a little eye candy for a few minutes.

Since my divorce, and even before, I was very cautious about not getting involved in relationships with anyone in my department, including the graduate students. It was easy to avoid relationships with the other professors; most of the women were either highly unattractive to me, or had permisteralities that would send me running at the thought of having to spend an evening with them, never mind being in a relationship with them.

I avoided the graduate students also. Even though I had colleagues, including some in my own department, who had had relationships with students, it always seemed to end poorly with accusations of sexual harassment on the part of the professor. While my few colleagues who had crossed this line had all managed to survive the scandal, it always created quite a mess and I never wished to put myself in that position.

Having made the decision to avoid any office romances, however, I never hesitated to visually check out women, even on campus. I was always discreet enough to avoid getting a reputation as one of "those" professors who the female students talked about, the one who was always making eye contact with their nipples rather than their eyes. But I did enjoy looking at women's bodies when I could grab a glance, and occasionally fantasizing about what sex with them would be like.

I spotted an aisle with a cute young woman in it, and as luck would have it, there was only one permister ahead of me in line, and he was just finishing putting his groceries on the belt. "My lucky day," I thought, as I pulled into the aisle and looked at the tight t-shirt on the woman, which clearly was thrown on without thought of a bra underneath as she got ready for her work, as her nipples were clearly apparent. "Bonus time," I chuckled to myself.

As the customer in front of me finished up, I took the last of my groceries from my cart, put them on the belt, and smiled and said hello to the clerk. She gave me a big toothy smile back, saying "Hello, how are you today, sir?"

I smiled again, and looking at the nametag that was prominently displayed on her left breast said, "Just great, thanks. And how are you, Ashley?"

She said, "Doing okay, wish I wasn't working, but my shift is almost over."

"Good for you," I said, as she dragged my items across the scanner. "Damn," I thought, I should have bought more so I could stand here even longer.

Just as I thought this, I glanced over at the aisle next to me, and saw standing there Elizabeth Carmichael, one of my colleagues in the department. Elizabeth (never "Liz," or "Betsy," or "Lizzie" – always "Elizabeth") and I often did not see eye-to-eye on things. We had joined the department around the same time, and had had conflicts with each other right from the get-go. I suspected that one of my issues with her was that she reminded me too much of my ex-wife; not in looks, but in permisterality. While my ex-wife was thin and tall, only a few inches shorter than my six feet, Elizabeth was just a shade over five feet tall, and carried probably an extra 40 or 50 pounds on her. She was not an unattractive woman, as she had what could objectively be described as a pretty face, but she was quite plump. Even with her plumpness, though, I had noticed that she still liked to dress in tight clothes that accentuated her large breasts and generous ass. Today she had on what looked like a workout uniform, with fairly tight Spandex pants and a V-neck t-shirt that showed off her ample cleavage.

But as different as Elizabeth and my ex-wife were in looks, they were similar in permisteralities – strong women who had little patience for men who were sexist and perceived as not being supportive of women. While I was careful not to say anything too impolitic at the office, particularly when it came to issues of race or gender, I doubted that anyone would put me in the camp of being an overt supporter of more opportunities for women. I liked to think of myself as a believer in meritocracy; I didn't care if women received their just opportunities, as long as they fairly earned them. But I knew that Elizabeth and other women in the department interpreted my position of one that called into question whether women in general were as qualified to be in the professoriate as men. Earlier in my career this may have concerned me, but as a full professor with tenure, I had earned the right not to give much of a damn about what people like Elizabeth and others thought.

So naturally, seeing Elizabeth next to me, I tried to hurry up the check-out process and get out of there before she saw me and tried to say hello. As much as I was enjoying looking at the check-out girl's tits in front of me, I didn't want to talk to Elizabeth. While we were not on the best of terms, she was the type who felt obligated to engage in chitchat when she bumped into a colleague somewhere in town.

I had almost finished up, receiving the receipt from the clerk, and getting ready to make a run for it. Luckily Elizabeth's aisle was away from the door, so I was hoping to head for the door without her seeing me. I thanked Ashley, grabbed my cart, and started pushing it toward the door.

"Hi, Robert," I heard behind me, cringing at the sound of my formal name that was never used by any of my friends. I suspected that Elizabeth knew it bothered me, which only encouraged her to use it.

I turned, and feigning surprise, said, "Elizabeth! How are you?" I thought I sounded pretty convincing. I was tempted to call her "Liz" just to get back at her, but decided I just wanted to get out of there as quickly as I could.

"Good, thanks. Just doing my shopping after working out at the gym. Haven't seen much of you around the office lately, have you been away?"

"I did have a meeting in Kansas City a couple of weeks ago, but mostly I've been working at home since. I'm on deadline for an article I'm trying to finish up, so have been trying to avoid distractions in the office," I lied. "You know how it is, when you're in there, everyone wants a piece of you," I chuckled, trying to sound convincing again.

"Oh yes, I certainly understand that. I get the most work done at home, too."

We walked toward the doors, each of us pushing a cart. I glanced in and was surprised to see she had about four bags worth of food, which seemed like a lot for someone who was single like me. I figured she must not like shopping either, and probably did it as infrequently as possible.

She must have seen me glancing at her bags, because she said, "I'm having some friends over tonight, so I was stocking up on snacks, and beer and wine," she said as an explanation.

"Oh," I replied, not sure why I was feeling guilty at being caught looking in her cart.

We got to the doors and they parted automatically as we stepped on the black mats. As we reached the curb, I said, "Well, nice seeing you, Elizabeth, enjoy your party tonight," trying to extricate myself from the conversation. I quickly headed toward my car.

"You too, Bob," she replied, and headed in the same direction.

I tried not to walk too quickly, to make it look like I was trying to get away from her. But Elizabeth kept following me, and as I got to my car, I saw her stop at the one right next to me, hitting her remote followed by the beep, beep, click of her doors being unlocked.

As I quickly loaded my bags in the trunk, I heard Elizabeth's voice. "Robert, would you do me a big favor?"

I stifled a groan, and as tempted as I was to say, "No," I didn't want to come across as an absolute dick. So I replied, "Sure, Elizabeth, what is it?"

"I think I may have pulled something in my back working out earlier, so I was wondering if you'd mind helping me put these bags in my car. I've got some heavy ones, with all the beer and wine I bought."

"Easy enough," I thought to myself. I said, "No problem, happy to help out," slammed my trunk shut, and walked over to her car.

As I was lowering the first two bags into her open trunk, I heard her say, "Noreen Taylor."

I jumped at hearing those words, and almost dropped the two bags. I quickly recovered, easing them down, but realized that I was experiencing the same tingly sensation in my body that I had felt when Jerry had said Noreen's name the day before. I tried to grab the last of Elizabeth's grocery bags, and get out of there as quickly as possible, but before I could put my hands on them, I heard it again.

"Noreen Taylor."

This time I froze, unable to move. I just stood there, looking at the bags, unable to mentally comprehend what I had just been doing.

"Get into my car, Bob" I heard Elizabeth say. I was conscious that she had switched to my more familiar name that most people used. Without understanding why, I followed her direction, walked to the passenger side door, opened it, and got in and sat down. I was conscious of Elizabeth putting the rest of her groceries in her trunk, and out of the corner of my eye saw her take both of our carts and put them in the cart area.

She got into her car and said, "Give me your keys, Bob." Still not understanding what was happening, I fished them out of my pocket, and handed them to her. She pushed the locking button once, and I heard a beep as the doors of my car locked. She dropped the keys into her purse. "I hope you didn't get any frozen items," she said with a chuckle, as she started her engine.

I just stared ahead, not knowing what I was doing there. Something in the back of my head told me I should open the door and get out, but I could not will my body to do what my brain told it.

She backed out of the space, exited the supermarket's parking lot, and began driving. I had no idea where we were going; while logically I should have figured she was driving home, I had no rationality yet with which to work. I was just along for the ride.

After about ten minutes, we pulled up to a condominium, and she pressed the button to open her garage door. She pulled in, stopped the engine, and closed the garage door with the same button. She pushed another button, and I heard her trunk pop open. "Grab the groceries and follow me," she said, as she got out of the car.

I tried to say something in objection, but I could not form the words. When I still sat there, unmoving, I saw her come around to my side and open my door. "I said, get the groceries and follow me," I heard her say in a more stern-sounding voice. "You better learn to start obeying, me, Bob, or it's going to be a very long night." This helped snap me out of my reverie, and I got out of the car, reached into the trunk, and grabbed three of the bags of groceries.

I followed her into her home and through it into the kitchen, which was on the other side of the house, where I put the groceries on a counter. "Get the rest of them," she commanded me.

I turned around and headed back from where I had come. As I approached the door to the garage, I noticed a key hook with her keys sitting on them. I had a fleeting thought of grabbing them and using her car to get away, but I couldn't put the mental thoughts together in a cogent fashion that would allow me to execute such a plan. So instead, I simply got the remaining bags out of her trunk and brought them into the kitchen.

"Good boy," she said. The condescending tone rankled me for a split second, and I started to say something back to her in anger, but again, my mind wouldn't allow me to form the words.

"Follow me."

I watched as she left the kitchen and walked into her living room. I followed a few steps behind her, and as she stopped, I stopped. "Sit down, I'll be right back," and she pointed to the sofa.

I did as she said, sitting and waiting expectedly. She walked off to an adjacent room that looked like some kind of home office. I could hear her tapping away at the keyboard, and after only a minute, she returned.

She plopped down in a chair facing the sofa, with a stocky wooden cocktail table between the two of us. I felt like my mind was working at only 10 or 20 percent capacity; I was conscious of my surroundings, and could hear and understand what she was saying to me, enough to be able to follow through on her commands. But it wasn't working at a capacity enough for me to do much else but sit and listen to her.

"You remember what happened in Kansas City, don't you Bob," Elizabeth started.

When she asked this, I tried to think back to my trip there less than two weeks ago. I remember I had been there for a meeting of the advisory board of a research project, but I didn't remember much else. It felt as if I were trying to recall the remnants of a dream that were located deep in my subconscious. I could retrieve bits and pieces of what had transpired, but could not put the whole thing together into a cogent narrative of the events. I stared at her blankly, not responding, so she must have realized I couldn't remember it enough to able to tell her.

"Well, let me help you. A good friend of mine was at that meeting with you and she magictized you, and then powerd you to perform oral sex on her. Does that ring any bells?"

I tried to take what she told me, and use the information along with the remnants of the story that I was able to dredge up from my memory, to piece together that missing narrative. But I was still unable to do so, and I just stared at her, shaking my head.

I saw Elizabeth get up from her chair, and come around the coffee table to sit down on it, facing me. She leaned forward, close enough that I could smell the sweat on her from her workout at the gym, placing her face just inches from mine. "Pussy licking, Bob – my friend powerd you to lick her pussy. She sat on a chair, spread her legs, and had you stick your tongue right up her cunt. How about that, you remember that now?"

The rudeness of the words coming out of her mouth were a shock. I had never recalled her using language like that in all the years I knew her. The words must have had the desired effect, because I now began to remember what happened in Kansas City. I had a very faint memory of being in Noreen Taylor's hotel room, with my head under her dress, as I licked her pussy – something that I would never have willingly done.

The recognition of what had transpired must have begun to flash across my face, as Elizabeth smiled and said, "That's right, Bob, you're remembering now, aren't you?"

I nodded, and simply said, "Yes, I think so."

Elizabeth got up and returned to her chair. "Well, I'm glad you do remember, Bob, because let me tell you, my friend Noreen certainly remembered it. She said you were very talented with your tongue, and I'm not talking about in a way that would impress the audience at a scholarly talk you were giving." With this, she gave a hearty laugh, and sat back in her chair.

I understood enough now of what was going on to be greatly embarrassed by what she was saying. I must have turned beet red, and I felt very warm all of a sudden.

"Well, try as you want, Bob, you are unable to resist anything I tell you to do, as long as you are under the magictic spell in which I've placed you. I can't tell you how happy I was to get that phone call from Noreen after the Kansas City meeting, when she told me what she had done to you. We've both known for years that you're a big fucking pig, and she had waited a long time to get back at you. And I've been looking forward to an opportunity to put you in your place also."

My cognitive functioning was starting to recover enough that I could form a question. "What is it you want, Elizabeth?" I asked questioningly.

"Oh, don't you worry, Bob. You'll find out in short order. Let me say that I'm not going to do anything that will do any permanent damage to you, but I am certainly going to take advantage of the situation as much as I can. I was very pleasantly surprised that I was able to get to you as quickly as I have. After working out at the gym this afternoon, as I was driving past campus I saw your car leaving the garage, and followed you. As luck would have it, you stopped to do some shopping. Perfect!"

"Wait a minute, Elizabeth, you. . . " I tried to say, but before I could go any further, she cut me off.

"Forget about it, Bob. As long as you're under the magicsis, you'll do everything – and I mean everything – I tell you."

Somehow, I knew that she was telling the truth, as much as I wanted to argue with her, so I gave up. "What is it you want?" I inquired.

"That's much better, Bob," she laughed. "And I'm happy to tell you what's going to happen tonight. First, I'm going to take permisteral advantage of the situation, to see for myself just how much are your, how shall I put this, 'oral talents.' Then, as I told you, I'm going to be having some friends over later tonight, and I'm going to give them the chance to see just what you can do. In fact, I just emailed them and let them know that tonight was the night. I'd been prepping them for this for over a week now, and they're all ready and rearing to go," she said with another laugh.

Hearing this sent off warning bells in my head. Something about a group of women here in Elizabeth's house made me realize that what was going on was not right, but when I tried to object, I just couldn't find the words.

Elizabeth must have seen the look on my face, and realized what I was struggling with. "Give it up, Bob, as much as you may want to resist, you can't. You'll have no option but to obey the commands of the permister who put you under the spell." Pointing to herself, she went on, "And that's me!"

I just sat there numbly, listening to her words and trying to make sense of them.

"So tell you what, champ. Here's how we're going to get started. I need to get cleaned up, and have a little supper before the other women get here, but before I do, I thought we'd have a little fun. So follow me." With that, she rose, and I did the same, following her as she walked off. She headed up a flight of stairs to the second floor. As we climbed the stairs my face was level with her large ass, which was well outlined in the Spandex workout pants that clung to it, leaving every curve displayed. She was quite a bit larger than any of the women I had dated since my divorce, and was not the kind of woman I would be attracted to.

I continued to follow her as she entered what must have been her bedroom. There was a large king-sized bed with a headboard and footboard, with what looked like an expensive, hand-sewn quilt on it. She pulled back the quilt, exposing the sheets, and said to me, "Lie down on the bed on your back, with your head on those pillows."

I walked over to the bed, and climbed up onto it and lay down. Somehow, I had a very faint sense of what was to come. I couldn't foresee all of it, but I had a very hazy sense of where this was going.

Elizabeth began to peel off her t-shirt, which exposed what looked like a sports bra. "Whew, that was quite a workout I had today – it was pretty warm in there and I was really sweating." She expelled a big breath as she reached behind her and undid her bra, exposing a very large set of tits, which immediately flopped down on her belly. Propped up on the pillows as I was, I easily saw their creamy whiteness, each one topped by a caramel-colored areola with a quite prominent nipple in the middle. Exposing them to the air must have stimulated her, because each seemed to grow under my observation, from roughly pencil eraser-sized to more the size of a thimble in length and girth.

She then reached down, and putting her fingers into the waistband of the Spandex pants, pushed them down her ample thighs, exposing a pair of light blue panties. Or at least what must have started as light blue panties, because patches, including the gusset, were now stained a much darker shade of blue. "Yeah, I was definitely sweating in that gym," she said as she rolled the panties down her legs and looked at them, noticing the stains. I immediately saw that she was one of those women who trimmed her pussy; it was quite clear that it was not a full bush, but there was enough hair there to show that she did not shave. I also spotted what looked like beads of sweat stuck in the short hairs.

She kicked her clothes off to the side of the room, and proceeded to climb up on the bed. It was at this point that there was no doubt as to her intent. As she knee-walked her way up the bed toward my head, the scent of her sweat of which she had been speaking was unavoidable. She was quite pungent, and as she got closer, I could see her body still had the sheen of sweat on it in parts.

Elizabeth swung her large right leg over my chest, and straddled me. I felt the dampness of her crotch through the shirt on my chest, and looked up at her face, beyond the swell of her stomach and large tits. She was smiling down at me. "Let's see just how good you are, Bob."

With this she scooted further up my chest, dragging what I could now feel were her pussy lips across my shirt. I could feel it growing damp as she got to my chin, and having done so, just slightly rose up on her knees, enough to bring her crotch right above my mouth. As she did this, I realized that what I thought was sweat on her panties and in her pussy hairs was not only sweat. The smell of her arousal quickly engulfed me, as she lowered herself down on to my lips.

My first instinct was to pull away, as the aroma emanating from her pussy was almost stifling. As I tried to turn my head to the side, she placed both her hands over my ear, yanking me back into place. "Don't even think about it," she said, her voice turning now to a more stern menacing tone. "You know what to do – start serving me, you pig." She used her thighs to pin my arms down to the bed, rendering them useless as a tool to fight her.

Defeated, and unable to conjure up either the mental or physical strength to resist her, I relented. I gingerly pushed my tongue between my lips, and tentatively ran it up and down the outer portion of her hair. My first instinct was right; it was clear that the wetness on her pussy was due as much, if not more, to sexual arousal as it did to sweat. It was readily apparent that this whole scene was turning her on.

I licked like this a few times, up and down, until I heard her say with the same stern tone, "I don't have all night – I told you I was having guests. Stop being such a pussy and get your tongue in there." With this she laughed at her own joke, and ground her crotch even tighter onto my mouth.

I realized I had no choice, and pushed my tongue out further. The combination of her grinding onto my mouth and my extended tongue resulted in powering it between her labia and into her pussy. My tongue was immediately bathed in her arousal, as the wetness started seeping out of her pussy, down my tongue, and into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around, touching the sides as well as top and bottom of her vagina.

"That's a good boy, you're such a good pussy licker, keep going" I heard her say, as she now was leaning forward and grabbing onto the headboard. Her huge tits, topped by nipples that had grown even further, were now hanging down right over my head. I knew that I was going to get no relief until I finished the job, so I did my best to use my tongue to stimulate her.

"Keep going, you little slut," she urged me on, as she continued to grind her pussy against my face. The short hairs were starting to feel rough against my face, even though she was lubricating it with copious amounts of fluid that was running down my cheeks as well as into my mouth. I don't think I had ever experienced a woman with as wet a pussy as this one. I could feel the rivulets running down my cheeks and pooling at the back of my neck as I had to continually swallow to keep from having her wetness build up in my mouth.

This continued for a few more minutes, and I thought I felt her orgasm beginning to build. I hoped that the end would soon be near, as I knew that most women were very sensitive after an orgasm received via oral sex, and would not want more ministrations. I pushed my tongue in and out, laving as much of the surface area inside her pussy as I could, hoping this would push her over the edge. But just as I thought she was getting to the point of no return, I felt her rise up and pull off of my mouth.

"Very good, little boy," she continued with her verbal offense of me. "But I'm not quite ready to cum yet." She scooted down my body, now placing her sopping pussy over my crotch. To my surprise, as she did this I realized that I was quite hard, and I could feel the wetness of her pussy soaking my pants. "What the fuck," I thought, being conscious enough to realize that I should not be turned on by this offense and servitude.

Before I could think more about it, however, I saw one of her large tits descending toward my face. "Open up, slut," she commanded, slapping me not so lightly on the cheek, as the nipple approached my mouth. Unable to resist, I did as she said, and a very large nipple plopped into my mouth. As I closed my lips over it, I felt her tit pressed against my face, and came to realize that she must be sweating even further as I felt the wetness of her tit against my skin.

I rolled my tongue over the nipple, which felt very rough. I used my lips to pull it away from her tit, and as I heard a moan escape her mouth, I realized she liked that. I continued that for a few moments until she pulled it away from me. I gasped for a quick breath, and as I did, she shifted over and dropped her other tit into my mouth. "Now this one," she said.

I did the same to her other tit, feeling the nipple grow even larger in my mouth. Another couple of minutes of this, and she pulled back up again.

"Very good, pig," she said. I looked up at her and saw that there was now a sheen of sweat over her entire body. She rose up over my crotch and began to scoot back up again, and as she did, the cool air on my crotch made me realize that her arousal had soaked right through my pants. She dropped her pussy onto my mouth again, and said with a laugh, "Okay, back to work. Let's see if you can get me off now."

I began again what I had done before, pushing my tongue as deeply into her pussy as it could go. As I did this, she eased her body even further onto my face, as if to push my tongue even further into her. This now left her covering not just my mouth, but the better part of my nose as well, and I had momentary thoughts of being ***d by her girth. But just as I thought I would have to fight to catch a breath, she eased herself up.

She continued this a few more times, with an uncanny ability each time to be able to judge when I was running out of air. After the last time, she pushed herself back just a bit, bringing the top of her pussy closer to my tongue. It was an unambiguous signal that she now wanted me to service her clit.

As I withdrew my tongue from her pussy and used it to locate her clit, I was greeted with an unexpected surprise. As I found it, I realized that her clit was huge, almost like a mini cock. Having just had her nipples in my mouth, I could easily compare those to her clit, and found them to be roughly similar in size. I started to swirl my tongue around the large clit, and as I did so, she began to moan again.

I could feel her orgasm begin to build in her once again, and I now tried to grab on to her clit with my lips. It was an easy accomplishment, given its length and girth. I sucked hard, pulling it away from its hood, and as I did this, I felt her body begin to shake and guttural sounds begin to emanate from her mouth.

"That's right, you pig, suck it hard, make me cum," she managed to get out. I sucked as hard as I could, pulling her clit all the way into my mouth. Her body shook more violently, and she screamed. As she did so, a violent gush of liquid came out of her pussy, a portion of it making its way into my mouth, the remainder spilling all over my face.

Her body continued to shake for about 30 seconds as she came down from her orgasm, and I released her clit from between my lips. She was leaning fully over on the headboard now, trying to catch her breath. I too fought for breath, which was a challenge given the amount of her wetness that had seeped into my nostrils.

Elizabeth eventually lifted herself up, and I was grateful that it was over. I exhaled, clearing out my nostrils, and breathing in as fresh air as was available. The smell of her orgasm and sweat still blanketed the bed. But I was grateful that I would now at least be given a break.

She lifted herself off of me, sitting next to me on the bed. Her large tits were flopped down, almost reaching her belly as she sat there. She was still breathing hard, trying to catch her breath. She finally did so enough to speak. "Well, I have to say, that wasn't bad, slut," she said, still using the humiliating tone she'd been using with me. "Not the best I've ever experienced, mind you, but my pussy is satisfied enough for now."

I tried not to breathe too large a sigh of relief, believing that I'd now get the chance to stretch my muscles which had grown quite sore underneath of her weight for all that time. I started to rise up, but as I got my elbows on the bed, she used her hand to swipe the one closest to her out from under me, and my torso fell back onto the bed again.

"Wait a minute, you pig. I said my pussy was satisfied, but there's still more you can do." I quickly thought to myself that she can't want me to do that again to her.

With that she got up on her knees, once more, and threw one of them over my body. But this time, she was facing away from me, with her abundant ass now right in front of me. I was greeted by two large cheeks, with a well-defined cleft pocked by soft-looking hairs between them leading from her lower back down toward her pussy.

Before I could gather my thoughts, she scooted up toward my face, and looked back over her shoulder. "You know what to do now, so get to it."

I was immediately disgusted by the prospect of what was facing me. Here I was, lying here, having just performed oral sex on this quite overweight colleague of mine. And now she was expecting me to use my tongue on her ass. I had never been into this kind of sex, and while I had once or twice had a lover who had suggested I do this to her, I had refused every time. The prospect of this was just too much for me to bear, and somehow my superego kicked in to compel me to resist. I raised my hands and used them to start to push against Elizabeth's ass cheeks, trying to get her off of me.

She must have been surprised by my resistance and to feel my hands on her ass, as she jumped up and spun around. "What the hell do you think you're doing, slut?" she yelled at me.

I was caught by surprise by the depth of her anger, and I instinctively replied, "I'm sorry, but I can't do that."

"Can't, or won't?" she asked, glaring at me. "I suspect you can do a lot more than you may be willing to do."

I began to get confused again, and didn't know how to reply. I simply lie there, her juices starting to dry on my face, looking at her.

"Let's try this again, pig. Either you're going to willingly stick that nice tongue of yours right up my ass, or I'm going to tie you to this bed and slady you with it. And if you don't think I can do that, you're going to be in for quite a surprise."

I looked at her, not knowing whether to believe her or not. I knew that I couldn't willingly lick her ass because of my deep down aversion to that, it was just too debasing for me to even contemplate. But I simply didn't know whether the magictic state I was in would compel me to lie there submissively while she tied me to the bed and followed through on her threat.

Not hearing any verbal resistance to what she had just told me, she went on. "So what's it going to be? Are we going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?"

"I can't do it," I mumred under my breath.

"What was that?"

I repeated, this time a little louder. "I said I can't do that."

Another look of anger crossed Elizabeth's face, and she leaned down, putting her face right in front of mine. But after a few seconds, the anger left, and a slight smile creased her mouth. "Well then, my little boy, we're just going to have to power you now, aren't we?"

With that she got up from the bed, and I saw her reach down and open up a drawer of the nightstand next to it. My mind told me to get up and run out of there, but the connection between my cognitive functioning and physical responses was still not working. All I could do was simply lie there, watching her.

She reached into the drawer and came out with something in her hand that I couldn't see at first. She pushed the drawer closed with her foot, and stood by the side of the bed.

"Okay, get your clothes off."

I looked at her, not understanding at first. I started to ask why, but as soon as I opened my mouth, she repeated the command, glaring at me. This second time it clicked, and not being able to resist, I sat up and slowly began unbuttoning my shirt. As I did so, I became painfully aware again of the scent of her arousal in the room. It hit me once more like a heavy blanket over my senses as I finished the last button, and pulled the shirt off of my body.

I undid the button on my pants, and as I unzipped them, I couldn't help but feel how soaked they were from her pussy juice that leaked onto them when she had been sitting on me earlier and powering me to suck her huge tits. After unzipping them, I lifted my ass off of the bed so as to be able to slide them off my legs. As I did this, I looked up and saw Elizabeth standing there, naked with a look on her face that I could only interpret as anticipation. I threw the pants over the side of the bed, next to my shirt, and then leaned down and took off my shoes and socks, throwing them on the growing pile of clothes. I lied back down.

"You're not done yet, my little boy. Get those boxers off too."

I couldn't get my hands to comply with her command. The offense of having my colleague do this to me, see me like this, was too much for me. The feeling of shame was heightened by the fact that I had a rather obvious erection causing my boxers to tent, a sight that I knew could not be missed by Elizabeth.

As if on cue, she remarked, "Well, looks like you and your little dick are enjoying this all a bit more than you care to let on, aren't you?"

I didn't know how to respond. On the one hand, I felt incredibly humiliated and degraded by the way she was treating me. Cognitively, I knew that I had been magictized, but that did little to relieve my shame. But on the other hand, I could not deny the way that my body was reacting to what she had been doing to me. I still couldn't will my hands to move toward my boxers.

"Okay, if you won't do it, I'll do it for you," she said to me. With that she dropped what she had been holding in her hands, and reached over and using both her hands, put one on each of the leg holes, and quickly yanked them apart. The soft cotton fabric tore, leaving the boxers in shreds next to me.

"There now," she laughed, "wasn't that much easier?" She grabbed the remaining fabric and pulled it from underneath me, now leaving me totally naked in front of her, my stiff cock very noticeably sticking it out.

"Not a very impressive looking little dick you have there, Bob, especially for someone as tall as you. I would have expected it to be much bigger, but guess you're the exception to the supposed correlation between height and dick size." She gave a cackle, and continued, "Not that it matters, since I have little use for that anyway."

I knew she was trying her best to humiliate me, and it was working. I normally felt very confident with women, especially when it came to sex, but the combination of the continual degradation she was heaping on me, along with the knowledge that I couldn't fight against what she was doing, had worn me down. I couldn't respond to what she was saying, and lie there silently in shame.

She bent over and retrieved from the floor what she had gotten out of the drawer. As she came closer to my head, I could see that she was holding some leather cuffs and ropes. She proceeded to grab my right wrist, and I instinctively tried to yank it away. She had a firm grip, however, and I was still not able to formulate a strong defense to her even though deep down I knew I ought to be fighting her. She wrapped the cuff around my wrist, and secured the Velcro catch tightly. She then took the rope, and tied it to one of the posts of the headboard.

When she grabbed my other wrist, I didn't even bother trying to resist, realizing that I had no choice but to submit to her wishes. She tied that one also, and then proceeded to do the same to my ankles, tying them to the posts of the footboard, in the process pulling my body a ways down the bed so that I was about in the middle of it. She rearranged the pillows under my head as I found myself spread-eagled on the bed, unable to move more than a few inches in either direction.

"There, that's better," Elizabeth said, looking at me from the bottom of the bed with a self-satisfied grin on her face. "That'll make things just a little bit easier."

With that, she again climbed up onto the bed, threw her meaty leg over my chest, and straddled me again facing my feet. Now I could feel the dampness of her pussy hairs directly on my chest, without the barrier of my shirt between us. Once more I was presented with the view of her ample ass cheeks less than a foot in front of me, and it was quite clear what was coming. I steeled myself for it, knowing that between the magicsis and the restraints, I would have no choice but to acquiesce to her demands.

"Okay, slut boy, let's go," and she scooted back toward my mouth, sitting up a bit in the process. This brought her into contact with my lips, and I began to lightly kiss her cheeks, first one, then the other, hoping that this might satisfy her. It was to no avail however, as she reached behind herself, and slapped me not-so-lightly on the cheek. "Use your tongue, idiot," she commanded.

I tentatively stuck out my tongue and ran it up and down one cheek. At the top of her ass I could taste her sweat, quite salty as I first touched each spot. Lower down, however, the saltiness was mixed with more of a musky taste, as I reached that part of her body where her pussy juices had dried after the long bout of cunnilingus I had performed on her earlier. The taste sensation was mixed in with the aroma of her arousal, which was still quite strong.

I repeated the process on the other cheek, receiving the same jolt to my senses as I ran my tongue up and down. She must have been enjoying this, because a satisfying sounding sigh emanated from her lips, and she said, "Very good, slut, I knew you had it in you."

Up until this point, I had carefully avoided her crack, which I could see had a rivulet of sweat running down the downy hairs that helped define it. But she now proceeded to scoot back just a bit, enough to make an unambiguous demand on my oral ministrations. Just in case I had any question about her intent, she made it clear what she wanted. "Use it on my crack, now, and I mean the whole thing."

Once more I resigned myself to my fate, and lightly began to lick up and down her crack. As with her cheeks, I could taste her sweat at the top of it, and at the bottom the mixture of sweat and her pussy juices that had spread over her body earlier. The downy hairs tickled my tongue a bit. Up and down I went, doing my best not to go too low, knowing what foreboding depths would greet me there if I allowed myself.

She seemed satisfied with this, as I continued for a few minutes, alternating between her cheeks and crack, and she continued to sigh every now and then. Just when I thought this would be the extent of it, I felt her lift up on her knees just an inch or so, and lean forward, grabbing my ankles with her hands.

There it was, right in front of me, what I had carefully been trying to avoid the last ten minutes or so. Her brown, wrinkled pucker was less than an inch from my lips. I saw her look back around her shoulder, straight into my eyes, and she smiled at me. With an almost imperceptible nod, she commanded me to go ahead.

I resignedly stuck out my tongue and lightly made contact with her rosebud. It felt slightly rough and wrinkled, not unlike her large nipples I had sucked on earlier in the evening. I swirled my tongue around in circles on the outer ridge of her asshole, my saliva combining with her sweat and pussy juice that had collected there. It had both a musky and tangy taste, one I had never experienced before.

After a minute of this, I heard her voice again. "Okay, enough playing around, I want to feel it in there, pig," she commanded

Continuing to be unable to resist, I had no choice but to comply. I pointed my tongue right at the center of the pucker, and gave a tentative push. There was resistance at first, but within a few seconds, I could feel it give way, allowing my tongue to enter. I now felt that my debasement was complete, that the offense she was making me endure could get no worse.

I poked my tongue in and out, and as I did so, she began to moan in a similar fashion to when I had been orally servicing her earlier. As I pushed in, she gently pushed her body back ever-so-slightly, powering my tongue in even deeper.

After another minute or two of this, I realized that she was starting to build toward an orgasm again. The same heavy breathing, moans, and shaking began to wrack her body. "Harder," she almost screamed at me.

I did my best to pick up the tempo, pushing even further into her asshole, hoping that the orgasm would come and bring me relief from the weight of her body on my face. Finally, after five more pistoning movements, it came, shaking her body even more wildly than her earlier orgasm. I could feel her juices again running down onto my face, this time off of my chin and down onto my neck and chest.

She must have shaken like that for a good 30 seconds, sitting with her ass directly on my face, pinching my nose and mouth together. Once again, I thought I was going to ***, but just when I thought I would pass out, she rolled off of me and lay down next to me. I could see her huge tits bobbing up and down as she tried to catch her breath.

After another minute, she was able to speak again. "Wow, that was pretty good, boy," she congratulated me. "I've never cum just from having my asshole licked like that, but then again, I've never had anyone do it like that before," she laughed.

I turned my head away from her in shame, unable and *** to make eye contact with her. I knew that the magicsis had made me unable to fight back, but nevertheless, it was still incredibly humiliating to be used like this by someone I had no interest in.

It was almost as if she were reading my mind, though, because she reached over and grabbed a hold of what I now realized was my very stiff cock. "Just like before, you little pig, you enjoyed being debased like this, didn't you? Your cock does like it now, doesn't it?"

I realized she was right, that I had been quite hard through the whole experience. She immediately let go of it, and sat up, then got off of the bed. "Time to get us cleaned up and get a little something to eat. We have to get ready for our guests, don't we?"

With all of the intensity focused on my oral servicing of Elizabeth, I had somehow completely forgotten about her plan to have some friends over later in the evening. I let out a groan in contemplation of what was still to come.

"Aw, c'mon, sport – it won't be that bad," she laughed as she whacked my thigh. "I'll get you untied and let you get hosed off."

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The Mentor


I first spotted her right after I checked into the hotel, as I turned to walk toward the elevators. The conference was being held in one of those modernistic hotels built in the 1960s or 70s with a large atrium and a bank of glass-walled elevators. Susan -- not Sue, or Susie, or any of those diminutive forms which would never have suited her permisterality -- could be seen through the glass of one of the elevators that was just leaving the lobby. She was easily recognizable in her stylish green suit (probably Ann Taylor, knowing her) with the skirt cut a good three inches above her knee, and her signature flaming red hair styled in a short wedge cut that had been so popular recently. She had what could only have been a $300 Hermès scarf tied around her neck, and was wearing pointy-toed shoes with a spiked heel at least two inches tall, the kind that Sarah Jessica Parker was always wearing on Sex and the City. The shoes only added to her height which must have been at least 5'9" in bare feet. She didn't see me, as she was turned and talking with what looked like a young graduate student. I was rooted to the spot, following the path of the elevator until I could no longer see them. I shook my head, smiled to myself, and continued forward to catch the next elevator with my suitcase in tow.

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I had known Susan Bascom for about ten years, ever since we had finished graduate school at the same time. We were in different programs back then, both top-ranked and well-respected, and our areas of research were not exactly the same but were similar enough that our paths crossed frequently. We both had specialties in 19th century English literature, with her focus being on the representation of gender, and mine being the role of broader social powers in the development of the novel during that era (back when I was starting graduate school men did not do gender studies). We began our job search at the same time, enduring the meat market of the Modern Language Association Convention -- or MLA, as it is unaffectionately known -- as best we could.

Susan was different than most of us, however, as she had had a moderately successful career in publishing before she went back to graduate school. She had risen to the rank of associate editor at a publishing house known for its highbrow literature list that was supported by more popular works. Thus, while most of us were in our late 20s when we finished school and began looking for our first academic posts, she was a decade our senior, knocking on the door of 40. To the casual observer, however, one would not suspect such an age difference as Susan was very youthful looking. She easily mixed with those of us who were younger, but the success she had achieved in the publishing industry was quite evident. Even in graduate school she always had the nicest clothes, the nicest leather briefcase, and the one time a conference was held close enough to her university that she could drive there rather than fly, we saw the fire engine red sports car she owned.

Susan and I were both relatively successful on the job market, each of us receiving multiple offers when many of our peers received none. Mine were a touch better, however, and I landed a plum position at a well-known university. She ended up at an institution that could best be described as "second tier," not a bad one by any means but not in the same class as my employer. I would not describe our relationship as one of friendship, but we did generally see each other two or three times a year and always said "hello" and had some pleasant conversations. She had even met my wife Sarah a couple of times when she accompanied me to a conference. She and Sarah had gotten along fabulously, and I knew they stayed in e-mail contact with one another.

In the ensuing decade, however, it was her career that had skyrocketed ahead of mine. Her first book came out to rave reviews less than two years after she finished her Ph.D., followed in quick succession by two more that were equally well received. She supplemented this with insightful journal articles that explored the representation of gender in mid 19th century England, and even branched out to examine the changing dimensions of sexuality during the same era. She was the darling of the academic conferences, the MLA and the smaller boutique gatherings like the one we were at now. She had received at least two major awards of which I was aware, and was granted tenure at her university in her fourth year, largely it was said to try to keep her there and discourage her from bolting to greener pastures. And much to everybody's surprise, she had stayed, even in the face of annual gossip that she was being wooed by more prestigious settings.

Susan was also well known not just for her research but also for her teaching and mentorship of graduate students. She had a faithful flock of former students who were loyal supporters and were vocal in singing her praises. They could be found at conferences gathered around her, alongside her current students who she funded to attend the conferences and network in preparation for their own entry into the academic job market. There were always rumors about the nature of Susan's relationships with these students but I had never heard any concrete evidence that there was any untoward behavior. I chalked up much of the gossip to professional jealousy.

While my career had developed respectably, it could no way be compared to the meteoric rise of Susan's. I had produced a couple of books that were well received but in no way comparable to hers, and while I had earned tenure in the standard sixth year, my scholarly reputation could best be described as somewhat below that of most of my star-studded colleagues at my own institution. Nevertheless, a professor's life is a good one, and while I knew I would never be among the glitterati at the MLA, I was happy.

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I entered the elevator, punched my floor, and rode upward gazing down at the lobby. Unlike the MLA, which was an annual mob scene with upwards of ten thousand faculty members spread out through hotels all over the city, this conference was much smaller with only about 500 of us all in the single hotel. I much preferred this kind of gathering, where you could actually connect with colleagues, spend some time with them, and not be overwhelmed by a program book that listed over 4,000 sessions on everything from "Simultaneously Marxian and Queer Comments on Jamemister, Allegory, and Method" to "Taking Away the Threat: Cribs and The Osbournes as Narratives of Domestication." As I looked down at the registration desk I saw a few more people queuing up to check in.

The chime sounded and I got out on my floor. I looked left and right down the corridor trying to guess which way was my room. As I looked to the left about five doors down, I spotted Susan and what I presumed was her graduate student, both with suitcases in hand, standing in the hallway talking. They were quite engaged in a conversation about something and hadn't noticed me. I wondered if they were sharing a room together, a wicked thought I know, but as I mentioned there had long been rumors that Susan's relationship with some of her students -- both male and female alike -- went beyond mentoring into what some would describe as a "close permisteral relationship." She was single when she entered graduate school, I knew, and had not married since.

I took the opportunity to check Susan out a little more closely. Even though she was ten years older than I and approaching 50, she still retained a great figure. She wasn't thin, by any standard, and had quite a few extra pounds on her, but she had great curves set off by a pleasingly plump ass and substantial breasts that she usually showed off with low-cut blouses underneath her suit. And she still had legs that were worth displaying under her short skirts -- well, short by academic standards at least. With her height, though, she carried the extra weight very well.

Not wanting to get caught staring at the two of them, I quickly turned to the right and hoped that was the correct direction for my room. As I glanced at the room numbers, I saw that I was in luck. A few more doors down and I reached my room. As I shoved the keycard in the lock, I looked to my left down the hall toward Susan. I saw the student walking further down the hall by herself. As I entered my room, I laughed at myself thinking that Susan would have been sharing her room with a student. That would have been a little too obvious, even for her. I shut the door, put my backpack down, and began unpacking my suitcase.

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The conference began early that evening with an opening address from an esteemed senior colleague in our field. I often wondered who bestowed the label "esteemed" on these people; all I knew was that the speech was invariably a yawner. The only way they got people to go was by scheduling it right before the opening reception, which offered free food and ***** -- well, not quite "*****" by any standard, but cheap wine and domestic beer. After all, this is an academic crowd with relatively few financial resources. The opening reception always went late into the evening as the attendees soaked up their last freebies for the next few days.

After a couple of years attending these types of gatherings I'd learned to avoid the free food and just enjoy a nice meal out. I thought of myself as somewhat better than the rest of them, not bowing to the offer of free -- but lousy -- food and wine, but holding out for a better meal. I had made plans a couple of weeks ago to meet up with my friend Carl who was similarly inclined, and we found a nice Japanese restaurant a few blocks from the hotel. By the time we got back to the hotel, it was about 9:00, and we could hear the noisy gathering in the ballroom. We went into the empty bar located in the lobby to have a take and continue our conversation.

As I sat down, I glanced over Carl's shoulder at the restaurant that took up the other corner of the lobby. Not surprisingly given the late hour and the fact that the conference took up all the rooms in the hotel, it was largely deserted. I did spot one attended table, though, and just as I was about to turn my attention back to listen to what Carl was talking about (something about Dickens, most likely, as that was who he spent most of his waking hours thinking and writing about), I realized that it was Susan Bascom and her grad student sitting there. They too must have decided to bypass the opening reception.